All language subtitles for The.Durrells.S01E05.1080p.BluRay.x264-YELLOWBiRD-en

LARRY:
However long
you stare at it,

they're still coming.

It might be nice
to have some visitors.

No, it won't.

Let's make it
horrible for them

so they don't stay long.

LARRY:
It's already horrible.

Gerry's turned this house
into a zoo.

No other family has
to walk a pelican.

God, what am I doing?

They're arriving
this afternoon.

We don't have
enough bedrooms.

We haven't got
enough anything.

And yet you seem
untypically relaxed.

Yes, why are you so happy?

Oh, darling, because at my age,
nothing and no one unsettles me.

Oh, do clean

and tidy up, though.

Aunt Hermione can be
a bit of a thug.

I can't.
Busy day at work.

Shoofing.

(whimpers)

J“J“

So, when are we going to tell
the world about us?

What about us?

Well, that we're an item, Sven,

as we British
so romantically call it.

I think we should wait
until your relatives have gone

so I don't have to be part
of this circus.

God! No, I didn't mean
tell them.

Aunt Hermione has
a history of meddling.

She's like a Medici tyrant.

Ah, I'd like to meet her.

Oh!

I know what they're going
to complain about:

no electricity.

Did Adam and Eve
have electricity in paradise?

You know this is paradise
on a good day,

and I know,
but will they?

Kalimera, Mrs. Durrells!

Ah!

Kalimera, Spiros.

Maybe you can help me.

I need a cheap generator.

Why? What's wrong with candles?

It's a soft light,
it reduces the ugliness.

We have guests coming
from England.

More British people?

Swell!

(laughs)

Yes, I'll find you a generator.

What would we do without you,
Spiros?

It doesn't bear thinking about.

It doesn't.

Mrs. Durrells?

Why are you so happy?

(laughs)

Do you remember
when we first met

and you said you hated all those
Brit exiles sipping G-and-Ts?

Well, you'd better steer clear
of my house for a while.

Anyway, deep breath.

Sven and l are...

What's happened?

Nothing.

But your eyes
are all red.

Well, why not?

Green's not bringing me
much luck.

Oh!

I, um...

I thought I was pregnant,
and I'm not.

Oh, Florence...

How long have you
been trying?

Eleven years
and five months.

I don't think
it's going to happen.

Well, think of the fun
you've had trying.

Anyway, so yes,
you and Sven?

Don't tell anyone, but...

Well, we've kissed,
and a bit more.

I think it's serious.

I just don't want anything
to ruin it.

Oh, hello.

She's there.

(quietly):
Please be nice to us.

Aunt Hermione!

Welcome.

Good afternoon, Louisa.

And Cousin Prue!

And Geoffrey!

Oh, what an absolute pleasure.

If I have to sit and look
out of another window,

I'II scream.

You must be exhausted.

No.

I'm exhausted.

That's the thing
about your foreigner.

He's exhausting.

Mm.

Well, my foreigner friend Spiros

is going
to drive us home.

Unless you'd rather stay
at a guest house.

Oh, don't be
ridiculous.

There's one more.

Nancy!

Surprise!

How's Larry?

Well, all the better
for seeing you, I'm sure.

Well, um, this way!

Heretai.

Hello.

Ooh, what rough hands
you have.

Huh?

It's from “Little Red
Riding Hood.“

Mm, that isn't.

We mustn't.

We'll get into trouble.

I think about you
very much.

Oh.

Well, in that case.

(birds squawking)

An immoderate volume
of creatures.

Yes, Gerry collects them.

And we won the turkeys
in a court case.

Animals are walking
germ dispensers.

Are they safe?

Mostly.

Larry, darling,
put her down.

Don't mind us.

I hear you aspire
to being a writer, Lawrence.

More than aspire.

He's just waiting
for the publisher to confirm

that he's going to put
Larry's novel out.

He'd tell you himself
if he wasn't doing that.

This is Lugaretzia.

She helps us out
occasionally.

She's lovely.

Margo, darling,
tell everybody about your job.

I'm companion
to the Countess Mavrodaki.

That will hardly stretch
your mind.

Ooh, and Leslie...

Well, he's gone.

Larry, for God's sake,
take her upstairs.

The question is,
Louisa,

why are you all still here
rather than in England?

Because we like it here.

Mm.

Where's Gerald?

Gerald is very interested
in natural history--

it's a science, really--

so he is probably out
gathering...

(braying)
Was that a donkey?

...research material.

Your foreigner loves a donkey.

(braying)

Hello!

(rats squeaking)

(sighs)

I hate wildlife.

(distant shout)

What is that noise?

Larry stubbing his toe.

(Nancy cries out)

Oh, no.

Now Nancy's stubbed hers.

They're married.

Why don't they share
a bloody bedroom?

Because Geoffrey snores,
apparently,

like wildebeest
being murdered.

And his wife Prune...

It's Prue, darling,
not Prune.

What's she so scared of?

I'd be scared of snapping
and clubbing Geoffrey to death

in his sleep.

Why are they all
so horrid?

They're not horrid,
they're just...

better in captivity.

In England.

It's very dark.

Are you sure
there isn't

any electricity anywhere?

Wait a minute,
I'll just check under the sofa.

Of course I'm sure!

I'm sorting it out, Prue.

(donkey braying)

AUNT HERMIONE:
Somebody move that
away from the house!

(braying)

And I can hear your son
and his lady friend

in the next room
having...

(whispers):
...carnal relations.

Lucky them.

(gasp3)

If only all relations
were that much fun.

(brakes squeaking)

I thought you hated bicycles.

I was so desperate to escape.

I would've saddled up a goat
and ridden it.

Oh, families.

More pain than pleasure.

Well, tell that
to Florence.

She confessed to me that
they can't have children.

Oh, how sad.

But there's consolation

in work and friendship.

Well, if you feel the urge
to ravish me,

you have
my full permission.

Listen, I will always
respect your honor.

Oh, let's not worry too much
about that.

Mrs. Durrells?

Hello?

I don't want
to intrude,

but I have found you
a generator.

I saw nothing!

(sighs)

(clears throat)

Spiros, I have to ask you
to keep this a secret.

Can you do that?

Leslie, darling,
go and get Larry.

No, I'm not going
into his den of vice.

GERRY:
I've got him!

Can we make this short?

Do we have
to meet in here?

It's full of...
what the heck are they?

GERRY:
My brown rats.

Do you want to hold one of them?

What do you think?

LARRY:
What's this about?

Supper needs shooting.

I have an announcement to make

before Spiros
blurts it out.

You're getting together
with Spiros?

No!

No.

Sven and I are becoming
more than good friends.

LARRY:
Oh, we knew that.

No, we didn't!

Well, I knew that.

MARGO:
This is so exciting!

It's been eight years
since Father died.

Well, yes.

And... well,
I'm very fond of Sven.

And it has been

a long time coming.

There was Mr. Davis.

Yes, Mr. Davis was a mistake,

as antique dealers
often are.

You don't need anyone--
you have us, and me.

Leslie, darling,
don't be upset.

I still love you.

Gerry, darling,

say something.

Do you think he'll let me have
one of his goats?

No.

Oh, and do keep this
from Aunt Hermione.

She could make our lives very
unpleasant if she wanted to.

Why would she do that?

Because she's the head
of the family,

and she likes everyone
to know it.

Leslie, you're
hiding something.

Is it to do
with your mother?

I can't say,
Mom told us to keep quiet.

I sense it's a man.

Is he Greek?

Swedish.

What does he do?

Plays the accordion.

As a profession?

No, he owns a smallholding.

How small?

I don't know,
I haven't measured it.

Leslie, don't be saucy.

Niece!

Geoffrey!

Louisa has a beau
here on the island.

Oh, how exciting!

I want us to make it quite clear
that this is a mistake.

Oh.

Even Leslie agrees,

and he's not the sharpest knife
in the drawer.

If it becomes serious,

she'll want to keep
the family here forever.

BBC News will be on soon.

Hurry up,
there's a chap.

PRUE:
Ah, Leslie!

Bring me
a footstool, dear.

I can feel
my fallen arches

falling even further.

Thank you.

(braying)

Whoa!

SPIROS:
Gerry, this is
a terrible step backward

in transports.

Sally's really useful
for getting around the island.

Sven's got one.

Mrs. Durrells,

I must apologize again
about the unfortunate incident

with the partial nudity.

LOUISA:
It's fine, Spiros, really.

I saw nothing.

It was a blur.

(speaking Greek)

Oh!

Now, this is
a local delicacy.

What am I...
I can't...

(whimpering)

Apologies.

Oh, it's fine.

Absolutely fine.

(knocking)

Theo!

Gerry!

Leslie's cross because she pooed
on his head in the night.

Well, it can take some
getting used to.

They're really weak.

I fear to get stronger,
they need meat.

I know.

I mentioned you
to my friend Mrs. Vadrukakis,

who is interested
in conservation.

What's that?

A new branch of zoology

to stop us tampering
with our habitat

or hunting species
to extinction.

Ah.

Oh, I have a letter
from England for Larry.

The postman Georgios
says it's important.

I worry that he knows.

And actually, why am I
delivering his letters?

Oh, you might want to slide it
under the door.

Larry's
girlfriend's here,

and they're copulating a lot.

Right.

You have a very
diligent postman.

From England.

Publishers.

"We regret we are unable
to publish your novel."

Oh, Larry, baby.

It's okay.

More fool them.

(braying)

(barking)

So, what would you like
to see on Corfu?

The scenery is stunning.

It's a little hot
for movement.

We could go swimming?

I no longer swim.

Your cousin Frank drowned.

Of course.

Well, I'll tell you what:

we won't go on a warship
like he did.

(whirring)

(switching through channels)

BBC ANNOUNCER:
...owing to the need

for propriety
on these occasions,

it was felt that a gift of...

I am not God,
but let there be light!

(laughing)

(loud bang)

DENNIS:
Good morning, Margo.

Hello.

Where's the Countess?

Resting.

She's feeling fragile.

Ah.

I know what that means:
hungoven

No, she has a history
of fragility and dark moods

which even the most expensive
chocolates won't alleviate.

So today,
you can be my companion.

I've been away a long time.

Tell me what's happening
in England.

(exhales)

Well, when we left,

bias-cut dresses
were all the rage.

Hair... shall I tell you
about hair?

Immediately,
and in great detail.

(snaps)

Gerry, this is
Mrs. Vadrukakis,

whom I mentioned.

VADRUKAKIS:
Hello!

I hear you are as passionate
about wildlife as me and Theo.

Yes, he's taught me so much.

AUNT HERMIONE:
Louisa!

I have no doubt you'd prefer
the company of a friend,

but I wish to see everyone
gathered here this evening.

Mother!

This is Mrs. Vadrukakis.

Oh, hello!

Hello.

I'm keen to start a version
of the RSPCA.

Animals are often treated
so badly here.

Gerry, would you help?

I'd love to.

And perhaps you and your family
would help as well?

Yes, of course,

yes, if I'm not busy dangling
from a rope for murder.

For God's sake, darling,

stick your stupid face
into a school book.

My mother's

under a bit of pressure,
as you can see.

I don't make a habit
of giving speeches,

but I'm distressed
by what this family has become.

Would that your father

were here now!

This is no place
to bring up a family.

Gerald is now
a wild animal.

Margo seems to be
some sort of paid jester.

Leslie has twice been
in trouble with the law.

And Larry,

once a respectable

Bournemouth estate agent,

is now a debauchee
and failed writer.

(laughs)

Can I describe you next?

(clears throat)

All of you guided by a mother

enmeshed with a squeezebox-
playing goatherd.

But all is not lost.

You will come home now.

I will pay for Gerry
to go to a good

English boarding school.

I will help Margo and Leslie
into secure careers.

And as I won't
live forever,

Louisa,
I will give you

a sum of money,
or perhaps a house,

for you to create
a solid base

for a new life.

Well.

Thank you,

Aunt Hermione.

I will give that
careful thought.

Why'd you let the old witch
say all that?

Because I've been
fooling myself.

Back in the real world,

that is what people are
and that is what people think.

This is real.

No, it's not.

It's rented,
if we could afford the rent,

and it's fleeting.

She's right.

I've been playing
at parenting.

And sooner or later,

we are going to have to go home
and resume our lives.

It doesn't work like that.

Every day is real,
here more than anywhere.

We need her, Larry.

We don't.

You just let her get
under your skin.

(sighs)

Darling, everyone has somebody
in their lives

who is more powerful

that they answer to--

your parent, your boss,
your calling, your god--

and I have Aunt Hermione.

And as awful
as it sounds,

everything that she
just said in there

I've thought myself.

And to be blunt,
she has a lot of family money

and I can't bear the thought

of any of you children
being poor forever.

(sighs)

Oh!

Well, you're a sight
for sore eyes.

Remind me, is that good?

Oh, it's very good.

Something wrong?

My scary aunt.

She knows about us.

And I was going to pretend to be
a traveling donkey salesman.

(laughs)

I've missed you.

And I've missed you.

Because I've decided...

...I love you.

Well, that's good.

Because I love you too.

Right, I am going to...

Where are our guests?

In their bedrooms.

Three persons,
three bedrooms.

(speaking Greek)

Hotel.

Well, I am going
to show them,

even if I have to drag them,

that Corfu is a haven
for beauty and love and culture.

(laughs):
Good luck.

And I'd like
to end the tour

at the Villa Mavrodaki.

No!

Your aunt called me
a paid jester!

Whatever that is.

Well, all the more reason

to show her
the magnificent library

and, well, appeal
to her snobbery

by introducing her
to an actual countess.

All right.

LARRY:
We've discussed
my rejection

and I've decided
I'm giving up writing--

in fact, the intellect
in all its forms.

Oh, don't be silly, Larry.

You know why?

Because art is clearly run
by buffoons

and tainted
by misguided notions

of commercialism.

Well, darling, if that's true,
it's beastly.

I'm throwing myself
into manly things--

like Leslie,
but better.

So, what needs mending?

The house.

Well, let's
narrow it down

for him a bit.

Um... the lavatory roof?

Good.

Tough night?

When Larry discusses something,
he really discusses it.

We usually run away.

I'll try that next time.

(sighs)

Have you ever seen
a bluer sky?

I think we have,
haven't we, dear?

Yes, I think we have.

If you cut me open,
you find the Union Jack inside.

I love the British.

Perfect manners.

Always first in the war
and the last to leave.

Eyes on the road, driver.

First stop, the home
of our great friend

Theodore Stephanides.

(horn honking)

Go on, shoo!

GEOFFREY:
Your foreigner loves his sheep.

Yes!

Please forgive the disarray.

I lost myself in a study
of the marine mollusk

amphineura.

Fascinating creatures.

They have no identifiable head

and no cerebral ganglion,
obviously...

Shall I make some coffee?

Hm?
(sighs)

No.
THEO:
I could go on.

In fact, I will.

The museum seems to be shut,
which is such a shame

because it's full
of spellbinding artifacts.

(sighs)

Oh, that's fine,

I'll go in the middle again.

l have to be
by the window.

She has claustrophobia.

Yes, I do.

In an open-top car?

PRUE:
Might we go home now?

LOUISA:
Not until you start
enjoying yourself.

(splash)

(frustrated shout)

Oh, did you drop your hammer
in the lavatory again?

This handyman crap!

I need proper work.

I'm going to Sven's.

Oh, he'll be so delighted.

Sven!

Larry.

Did you run here?

No.

Oh.

Listen, I'm gonna give up
this writing nonsense.

I want to do
some proper work.

Just pay me what you can.

Nothing.

Fine.

Good.

Finish this hole.

Lots of trees to plant.

(spits)

You missed your hands,
I think.

The thing about
your foreigner is...

Shut up!

(groaning)

SPIROS:
Next stop, the villa
of the Countess Mavrodaki!

Angel, I will see you
after work.

Now is good.

No, now is bad.

No, now is very good.

I'm in charge of the house
while Dennis is in town.

Well, let usjump
on the big bed, huh?

What are you, eight?

Anyway, the Countess
is inside.

(knocking)

You know, the Countess
is a personal friend.

We exchanged gowns.

She's French.

Mm.

You know, despite your doubts
about Margo's job, Aunt,

she's finally taking
something seriously

and she really does deserve
to be applauded.

I'm always willing
to admit mistakes.

Mm.

If I make any.

Hello?

The library.

Margo often reads
to the Countess in there.

Oh!

(whimpers)

(screaming)

Let go,
I heard screaming.

It was a chicken.

It wasn't a bloody chicken.

Let's have some light in here.

(unsteady breathing)

Oh, God,

they're here already.

I was busy in the garden.

Yes, yes, we saw.

The Countess needs you.

(breathing deeply)

(sniffling)

It's Margo.

It's going to be fine.

I'm not mad, you know.

I know.

I know.

Who were those people?

My relatives.

Now they are mad.

(laughs)

(door opens)

What's wrong with it?

Theo thinks
they need meat.

What do they eat?

Mice.

Birds, generally.

There's loads of sparrows
flying around.

I'll shoot some.

Would that be any trouble?

(laughs)

No.

It's what I do.

LOUISA:
Thank you for driving us,
Spiros.

SPIROS:
You're welcome, Mrs. Durrells.

I hope my eyes were sufficiently
on the road.

LOUISA:
Who's that?

SPIROS:
Mrs. Vadrukakis--
the animal lady.

(gunshot)

GERRY:
Nearly got one!

Gerry?

(gunshots)

LESLIE:
Damn! Little bastards.

Buggen

No!

Stop!

Sorry, I don't know
who you are,

but you're sort of
in the way here.

I'm sorry,
Mrs. Vadrukakis.

We're only doing it
because of my baby owls.

This is murder.

Well, in that case,

I think the jails are going
to be rather full.

If this is your idea
of conservation,

I'm ashamed of you.

(sighs)

Mrs. Durrell!

He is a little savage!

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

Somebody shoot me, please.

You have ignored
my advice,

and rather than prepare
to leave,

you have dragged us deeper
into your mire.

We will all leave.

Now.

Have your possessions sent on.

But that's not fair!

l have held back
from saying this,

but as senior family member,
I have legal grounds

to claim custody of Gerald.

What?

I've never craved children
of my own,

but I am quite willing
to acquire one

through my lawyers,

as you seem incapable
of providing a secure home.

We will pack!

And I expect you

to do the same.

Wait!

I think it's time you left.

You'll be happier
in a guesthouse.

I'll send your possessions on,

along with Geoffrey and Prue,
if they're as sour as you.

(gasp3)

Where's Spiros?

I'II drive you myself.

You're making
a dreadful mistake.

I'd rather make
my own mistakes

than have you
make them for me.

Don't you ever, ever threaten me
like that again.

I will haul
my children off

to the most distant corner
of the earth

rather than surrender them
to you or anybody else.

(laughs)

Hey!

Stop!

Mom's borrowed
your motor car.

Nobody borrows
my motor car!

Don't worry, she's a very,
very good driver.

Or at least she was
ten years ago.

She doesn't saunter along,
does she?

(groaning)

(fly buzzing)

(goat bleating)

(fly buzzing)

(buzzing continues)

(goat bleating)

(sighs)

(moaning)

(screaming)

Slow down!

You're making me ill.

Louisa!

(screaming)

(tires screeching)

(screaming)

(screams)

(screaming)

(tires screeching)

(panting)

(screaming)

Right.

Let's think
about this.

Well, what are you
going to do?

I'm going to sit calmly--

with you, as you're here--

and wait

for someone
to come by.

And even though you were
very rude to Spiros,

I'm sure he won't
begrudge you a sweet.

Do I have to tell you
how close we are

to plummeting
to our deaths?

(car creaking)

LOUISA:
Oh!

There.

Our knight
in shining armor.

Or possibly the Grim Reaper.

(speaking Greek)

(shouts)

(sighs)

Nudity's all well and good
until the flies get you.

You will reassure
your family

about my...
dark moments.

Of course.

When did they start?

After my husband died.

One builds a life
around a person.

Perhaps one shouldn't.

And then they are gone,

and you're left
clutching the air.

Mother says when Daddy died,

she wanted to jump
into the grave with him.

Oh...

And then her hair
started falling out.

I don't know which is worse.

Is everything all right?

Yes.

Thank you, Margo.

You can go home.

There, you're looking
a funny color,

but you're going
to be fine.

(donkeys braying)

(men grunting)

GEOFFREY:
This wouldn't happen

in the home counties!

It doesn't happen
here either!

Because only I
drive the car!

Oh! Thank the Lord
you're safe.

I said to Geoffrey,

"How will we get
the bodies home?"

Nightmare!

We're fine, really.

Thank you.

SPIROS:
Mrs. Durrells,

don't do that again.

I'm so sorry, Spiros.

You smell
of my steering wheel.

Two of my
favorite things!

(laughing)

Stop!

I have a job here, Angel,
and I want to keep it.

Which is more important,
me or your job?

My job.

(stomps)

Did you just actually
stamp your foot?

Listen, the Countess
has a serious illness

and I've been
trying to help.

The Countess told me
what happened.

Yes, I'm sorry.

How dare you abandon her
to cavort with your fancy man!

Nobody cavorted,
and he really isn't that fancy.

Just go away.

Leave.

What was I thinking?

(sobbing)

I could've killed us both,

and then how would my poor,
messed-up children have coped?

Thank God you're here.

I... I don't know
what I'm doing.

Uh,

before ljump
to any conclusions,

are you, uh, tying
your shoelace?

I am asking you
if you want to marry me.

(laughs)

I'll think about it.

Theo, the most terrible
thing has happened.

I was with Leslie,

and you know how
he is with guns...

Mrs. Vadrukakis
told me what happened.

She feels...
may I speak for you?

Oh, yes.

She feels she was

somewhat hard on you
in the heat of the moment.

Mrs. Vadrukakis, I didn't really
think about it before,

but I have now.

I promise to conserve

animal life
wherever possible.

Thank you, Gerry.

Larry!

Oh, you're limping!

I expect you'll want
to talk about it.

LARRY:
Listen...

I'm sorry.

For what?

For being an idiot.

Let's face it,

I'm only ever going
to be a writer.

Oh, did the manly work
not go very well?

No.

(laughs)

Let me make it better.

(laughing)

Cheeky.

Lugaretzia,
I heard Louisa...

She's alive.

Oh, right.

Florence!

Louisa, you nearly died!

Well, yes.

But, um...

Something really interesting
has happened.

What?

(horn honking)

I fixed the generator!

So, um...

My news.

Um, Sven has asked me
to marry him.

(gasp3)

Oh!

What are you going to say?

God knows.

(laughter from above)

(laughing)

(speaking Greek)

Stop, please, Durrells, enough!

No more love!

I am uneasy at my conduct
in the motor car

and impressed by yours.

And your principled defense

of your children.

Though less so by your driving.

Yes.

I still believe

this isn't the best place
to raise a family,

but I accept that
the choice must be yours.

Thank you.

I wish I cut
a less stern figure.

If I'm honest,

I miss you, Louisa.

And the children.

This was my
heavy-handed attempt

to make you come home.

You'd do the same

if you spent as much time
as I do with Prue and Geoffrey.

We like it here, Auntie.

I see that now.

And how you might be
attracted to your...

Goatherd?

Indeed.

(whirring)

Ah!

(laughs)

BBC ANNOUNCER:
There was an explosion

at the colliery
following earlier flooding.

Britain plans to triple
the size of its Air Force

in response to German
rearmament.

Prime Minister...

(loud banging)

(laughing)

PRUE:
Hurray!

(laughing)

It's been 86 minutes.

l have to have
your answer.

Sven, please play
your accordion.

I'd rather not.

So why did you bring it?

Fair point.

Darling,

I'm not betraying
your father.

He would be happy for me.

And for you.

I know.

Ijust miss him.

So, how was the Countess?

She was sad, shaken.

Dennis wasn't
very happy with me.

(playing jaunty music)

It might be time for me

to grow up a bit
and learn some responsibility.

You know, it's funny

because I was just feeling
like going the other way.

I'm coming round
to calamari.

Mmm!

Shall we go mad
and risk an olive?

Everyone, change of plan.

I'm going back to being a writer
and an intellectual.

Oh.

GERRY:
Yes!

They're feeding!

The owls!

I can confidently say
that Larry

is probably the worst
farmer on the planet.

(laughs)

Although when he writes
about it,

I think he'll probably be
rather better.

Um...

Listen, Sven,
about your proposal.

Just...

Yes.