All language subtitles for The.Durrells.S03E03.720p.HDTV.x264-ORGANiC

They must be there by now.

- Yeah.
- Who?

- Mother and Larry.
- Must be in...?

- England.
- Oh, yeah.

We should probably look
at our instructions.

- I don't think that
applies to us. - No. - No.

Now, I'm the oldest and basically
a father already, so I'm in charge.

I am in charge of you though
Gerry, as you're just a kid.

Bring my hat, would you Roger?

- Oh, God, that was a long trip.
- Mislaying the coffin didn't help.

Yes, remind me not to die in Belgium.

Dank and beige. Good old England.

Dear Auntie. I do miss her.

For me. From Durant. Who?
Friend of Henry Miller's.

- He's a fan of my novel.
- Ah.

Durant says I must stay
at his house in London.

Do you mind me going? I'll
pop back for the funeral.

Lawrence Durrell?

NO!

Ah!

♪ But there's a limit nevertheless

Larry, this is Jonquil,
Henry Miller, and Ruby.

Don't be shy.

♪ I can understand when you hold my hand

♪ That it's love finding a way ♪

At last, people like me.

♪ Pu-leeze Mr Hemingway ♪

Slightly vulgar, Auntie? Good for you.

Louisa, dear.

- A terribly sad time.
- Indeed.

Good morning, Prue.

Geoffrey.

- Er, you know Basil? Yes.
- Aunty's cousin twice removed.

- Removed once from Eton,
once from -- - Germany.

Oh, mentioned it. Anyway,
I'll be doing the soliciting.

Where there's a will, there's a wage!

Look at us. Like a flock of crows.

The collective noun is a
murder of crows, in fact.

If only someone had murdered Auntie!

I mean for the crows thing to work better.

- Terribly sad time.
- Where's Lawrence?

He'll be back for the funeral.
He had to whizz to London.

Dreadful chap, London.

It gives us the willies, doesn't it dear.

We're very wedded to Lytchett Matravers.

For all its... gremlins.

Spiros!

Miss Margo. How are the x-rays?

- Have you grilled anyone yet by mistake?
- No, she's doing a fine job.

I think he can dress himself, Margo.

- Sorry. - Your mother asked me to watch
over you, after Leslie's (baby news).

I'm more responsible than Les.

She said no Zoltan until she returns.

So you have not seen him, I hope.

Of course I haven't.

The house is buggered.

Don't worry about that.

And it's probably best to avoid that word.

I clean the inside.

No, no, no. I wouldn't
go in there if I were you.

Just erm, just put your
feet up here, have some tea.

- Where is the tea-pot?
- Oh, we used it for soup.

What does, erm, symmoria mean?

Bad people.

Bad people from Athens steal... things.

There's a gang on the loose in Corfu.

They will kill us all.

You're quite a pessimist, aren't you?

Me too. That's why I have...

Oh.

- Morning, Henry.
- Hey, bud.

Hey, bud.

Ah. Love it.

Ladies.

"The hurly-burly of the chaise-longue, before
the deep, deep peace of the double-bed."

- I'm quoting --
- We know who you're quoting, Larry mate.

Thank God.

I'm so used to explaining
quotations to my family.

Can I say again how much I
adored Tropic Of Cancer.

Lyrical. Dense. Filthy.

Sure. What are you doing out in Corfu?

Writing. Swimming.

Being.

- It's cheap and real.
- What is real?

Corfu, it's a Greek...

Oh, I see. Yes indeed, yeah, what is real?

Only the body.

- Margo, my love.
- Hello, Zoltan.

If we see anyone I know, we'll have to
hide. Mother was very boring about it.

Why must we hide? I am most desirable.

Arrogance. You know the rules.

I'll spend it on something
to make me look delicious.

He was beating this poor donkey
like it was... like he hated it.

I know. Man's cruelty is boundless.

Why do they do it? I mean it happens
in Britain too but it's worse here.

Donkeys are seen as insensate
machines in fur. Dogs not much better.

The worst thing is, I didn't stop him.

You were wise not to
try. He'd beat you too.

Education is the answer.

There -- "Donkeys: A Tribute".

You really do have a book
about everything, don't you.

How is it without your mother and Larry?

- It's fair to say standards
of hygiene have dropped. - Oh.

I don't want to go back to England, ever.

Even with our poor record on donkeys?

Maybe I can do something about that.

Well, that was a very pleasant burial.

- Mm.
- Very good turn-out.

It makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Death, infinity, the
nature of consciousness.

But the rain held off,
that's the main thing.

Ashes to ashes. Always
makes me think of cricket.

Then there's dust to dust.

You get some terribly
dry wickets Down Under.

Hello? Bournemouth 351. Mrs Durrell.

Ah, yes.

Where were you?

Sorry, they cancelled my train.
Cows on the line outside Waterloo.

- It seems they wouldn't
be shooed away. - Twaddle.

- Everyone else made it.
- Oh, good.

I wouldn't have been
missed then. How are you?

I'm sad about Auntie, and frankly...

- You're having fun, aren't you?
- Of course not, I'm in deep mourning.

Why's Henry naked?

Oh, it's what he does.

His view is, why aren't we all naked?

- What was that noise?
- It doesn't really bear describing.

We will resume this conversation,
when I'm not being watched.

Lawrence missed his
train. He's very upset.

- Oh!
- He must be.

- Now, Geoffrey and I have a plan of
action for your stay. - Hold onto your hat!

- Tomorrow, estate agent
then solicitor. - Yes.

I'll be waiting with me box file!

- And a walk to the splendid tea-rooms.
- Mine's a lardy cake!

- Then on Thursday --
- No, I'm sorry.

- I... I beg your pardon?
- I need to see Larry. In town.

- London?
- Yes. I'll be staying there.

You're going to stay in London?

I mean, are you mad?

No, I think it might be fun.

Big day tomorrow, Sally,
try to look your best.

Ah, you might be wondering what this is.

- MARGO! FAMILY CRISIS!
- What? Why?

- Can't you see how this could go wrong?
- I am responsible for this family.

I object to that face!

A gang out there is threatening
our safety and valuables.

- We don't have any valuables.
- Yeah, well they don't know that.

They strike under cover of darkness, and
I'm gonna be able to shoot them from my bed.

This is the worst idea you've ever had.

What if you kill an innocent person?

Oh, my God. You bloody vegetarians!

These guns won't kill anyone, probably.

Anyway, I'll put a
warning sign up outside.

Yasos! Can I talk to you about
donkeys? Donkeys have feelings too.

Boroume na milisoume yia ta gaithouria?

~

Yes, yes, all interesting points.

Erm, my fellow campaigner Theo Stephanides will
join us when he can and translate. He's at work.

You English are not the boss here.

It doesn't matter where I'm from.

And donkeys actually work better if you...

How do you say "Danger Of Death"?

- Kinthinos Thanatos.
- Kinthinos Thanatos. - There.

I come as Mrs Durrells's policeman.
I take this very seriously.

Thank you, Spiros, but erm,
not necessary. I'm in charge.

No offence Leslie, but
you made Daphne pregnant.

You're not in charge even of yourself.

- Has Margo been seeing Zoltan? - No.
- Yes. I see them in the town kissing.

Well, kissing... Kissing's nice.

Kissing a Turk is not nice!

- Just wait till she gets home!
- That could be several hours.

I'll go and come back.

Good afternoon. Is this where
Lawrence Durrell's staying?

Laz, you didn't say
your mama was a goddess.

Oh! I wouldn't go as far as goddess.

Always go far. Don't be so British.

- Sorry. - I think you'll
find I'm very British. - Ah.

Oh, hello.

I just wanted to track you down,
er, Laz, before I find a guesthouse.

Oh no, no, no, you must stay here.

As you can see, I er, I
keep a very open house.

Well, we have just buried my
aunt, so it might cheer me up.

I'd hate to tread on anyone's toes.

No, no join us.

~

~

I, I've promised to help with the baby.

My friend Lugaretzia's knitting a romper
suit and I'm determined to make sure --

No, it is your sign, outside.

Oh. Yes, sorry leave it to you
professionals. I, I'll take it down.

- No, it is a good sign.
- Thank you.

I always say guns make
the world a safer place.

You'd think it's obvious.

People need to help us more. Like you.

Show him your...

I, I won't do the full display.

- Do you have work?
- Er, no.

We used to run a family
stall but, you know, cakes.

You would like to be a policeman?

I would love to be a policeman.

Hm, so you just took
your family off to Corfu?

Well, it was a particularly
overcast day in Bournemouth.

You crazy bitch! God, you're brilliant.

- So, what do you all do? - We're
a loose community of artists and
nomads. So, you'll fit right in.

- I adore your necklace.
- Oh, this? Yes.

I... I found it in a souk, in Arabia.

Oh, do tell the story.

I wanted it so much but had no money,

so I... cut off my hair

which I could sit on back then,
and often did, and sold it.

And what were you doing in Arabia?

Hm. What wasn't I doing?

Oh, Spiros! Don't go in
the house. It's a mess.

You are a Durrells, so I like you,

but your Mother said do not meet your
boyfriend. And you did. So I am cross.

Please don't be. Zoltan's sweet.

Hooray, let's all get pregnant!

You're only being all odd like this because
he's Turkish, and you're prejudiced.

Yes, I am. The Greeks hate the
Turks, who hate us. We have a deal.

- Why do you hate them?
- Because they're all...

- That's not a proper argument.
- Well it's Christians versus
Muslims, of course. That's a tricky one.

It's the same God.

Years of occupation by the Ottomans.
Read about the siege of Nicomedia.

- When did that happen?
- 1337.

- OK, you can see Zoltan.
- Good, we're meeting for lunch --

- But I will be there as chaperone.
- Spiros...

I've got a job with the
Corfu police force.

So, in a month or two, after my
training, I'll be able to arrest you.

No, to be honest I don't
find shoes erotic.

- Toes then? - No. Although I did use
to like sucking my children's toes.

- Oh, tell me more things like that.
- Only when they were babies. I don't do it now.

Please.

- What is this drink?
- Mm. Absinthe.

Ah, isn't that meant
to be utterly ruinous?

Yes, it is.

- Mother. Still up?
- Seemingly.

- May I have a word?
- Yes.

Be careful of Durant. He's
used to getting his own way.

If only that were true of me.

Hm, he's plying you with absinthe.

I used to put away a lot
of gin. I know my limits.

- Why's he wearing your necklace? - It's just
paste. We swapped. I'm wearing his socks.

Oh, for God's sake.

There's a difference between a
frisky Greek and a metropolitan roue.

I'm enjoying his conversation.
It won't go any further than that.

Our boat-train leaves in two days,
until then I want some lively company.

Sorry, I was just being protective.

Gosh, maybe I have had too much
to drink. I'm out of practice.

- Come to my room.
- Why?

God, no! What?

- I thought you had something
interesting there to show me. - I do.

No, no, I mean, like an
interesting wardrobe or something.

- I do actually have an
interesting wardrobe. - Ah, yes.

Well, I will think about coming to see it.

~

You're going to make a fine policeman.

I'll need you to arrest
anyone who beats their donkey.

Well, if it's the law, sonny,
then that's what I'll be doing.

- Leaving darling?
- Yes. A guesthouse suits me better.

You don't want to run
off. It's a free gaff.

Leave that here and go and enjoy the city.

Have a bleeding adventure.

Pame pame paliogaithouri! Prohora prohora.

Pame paliogaithouri!

Pame, pame!

Stop! ~

~

Look in his eyes -- he's
nearly dead! His leg hurts.

~

More essence.

Anybody?

- Mm? - May I speak
with Mrs Durrell please?

She's currently indisposed.
May I relay a communique?

Posh flunkey.

Yes, a valuable has gone missing,
and we wonder if Mrs Durrell has it.

- Why's she using that voice?
- It's her telephone voice.

Mrs Durrell seems very law abiding.

Though they're often the worst.

I'm sorry that she's... gawn.

Will she be... gawn... for lawng?

I'm not really sure. Cheerio.

Oh!

You have a beautiful face,
even when you are eating fish.

- No, no, no you can't talk like this.
- What? - Nothing about love, or bodies.

- This stifado is not good.
- Nothing rude about Greek things.

Look, Zoltan runs a business here, he
pays tax here, you should be grateful.

- I don't pay tax here --
- You see!

Nor do you! And you stole hummus from us!

I'm just doing what your mother asked.

Why do you care so much about Mrs Durrell?

Some people deserve to
be cared for. Some do not.

Too much bad feeling.

I'm going back to work.

Zoltan, I'll see you
after my mother returns.

Hey don't leave me alone with him!

- Have you been avoiding me?
- No, I've been enjoying London.

- Apart from the traffic.
- It's like Piccadilly Circus out there!

- Which is funny because --
- It is Piccadilly Circus out there.

I am flattered by your attention, and grateful
for the bed, but I should probably leave.

No. Don't. I will behave.

Hello. Um, I've brought a patient.

Well, bring him in then.
Oh, hang on, it's not an...

.. animal, is it?

- Of course it is. - I rescued
him. I think his leg may be broken.

- If it is, you know he'll have
to be put down, don't you? - Yes.

Very well, let's have a look.

Lawrence.

Hello.

What brings Dorset up to London?

- We couldn't get much sense out of the butler
I spoke to. - Ah. Yes, he has just been sacked.

And we need to speak to your mother
urgently. Is she staying here?

Erm, yes.

Is that a...?

Oh, goodness it is, how racy.

Mother! Worlds colliding!

- Durant, my mother's relatives.
- Doesn't that make us your relatives?

- Welcome. Drinks?
- Thank you, but we'll just be in and out.

We're not huge people people.

But you look rather good value.

- I don't think we've ever been called
good value before, have we dear? - No.

Oh, goodness. Well, hello all.

Louisa will be glad for
the reinforcements.

We alarm her here with our rakish ways.

Oh, hardly.

Up yours.

Up yours.

So, Cousin Prue, why are you here?

One of Auntie's necklaces is missing.

We have no choice but to suspect you.

Well, yes I borrowed it. But it's just
glass. I didn't touch the real ones.

It is real. And extremely valuable.

- Those huge gemstones are real?
- Where is the necklace?

It's in my bedroom. I'll fetch it.

Excellent. Well I'm off. If I'm quick
I might catch the Royal Tournament.

Yes?

Ah-ha! My animal magnetism worked.

Erm, no. I've come to
look for my necklace.

When you say necklace I think
you mean sensual enlightenment.

Well, no. If I mean that I'll say it.

- You had it last night.
- Why so anxious?

- Oh well, it's very valuable.
- Yes I know, it cost you your hair.

Hair that you could sit on.

Well no. I made that up, you idiot.

- Hm.
- Gosh, where is it?

I don't know. I left it lying around. Somebody
else must have picked it up. Why don't you...

Get off!

- And what do you do, Jonquil? - Writer,
darling. - Oh. - Ah, like Lawrence.

- Yes.
- But hopefully better.

And you're an artist, Ruby. Why is that?

Art IS.

Art is...?

Nice?

- A picture just needs to be
pretty, doesn't it? - Extraordinary.

I'm going mad. I forgot, I took the
necklace to the bank for safe-keeping.

I'll get it back in the morning.

Meanwhile, you must be getting that
last train back to Ploddy-shire.

Yes, well we'll come back in the morning.

No, stay here overnight.

Erm, no, no, we don't
have our night garments.

I'll lend you something. Hm?

Well, it would save another
train fare. Do sit down.

- What have you done?! - Saved the day.
Stay in your room until I give the all-clear.

Leslie!

Stop!

Oh, my God.

Sorry.

YOU SHOT ME!

Oh, my God! I'm so sorry.

Well, you shouldn't be
seeing Margo, should you.

- You've been a bit naughty.
- NO, YOU ARE THE NAUGHTY ONE!

I'm used to the Greeks
hating me, but now you too?!

I'm going to the police to
report you for attempted murder!

- No.
- No, no, no!

Congratulations, you've gunned down
poor Zoltan and made him hate me.

You shouldn't be seeing him
and I only winged him. Ugh!

I've spent weeks ironing out the worst
of his defects and you destroy it all.

Oh, so you've had a tiff.
This is my whole existence!

What are you going on about?

The police won't take me now I
look reckless, perhaps, slightly.

Especially as I've had
run-ins with the law.

We told you it was a dumb idea.

I want Mother back.

What would the Parish Council
say if they could see you now?

Yes, he's obviously not
one for a sensible pyjama.

We're all having our minds stretched here.

I don't know whether to
walk towards it or run away.

I feel like one of the wise men.

I don't understand why you left the necklace
with the bank if you thought it wasn't valuable.

Well it, it was included
with my own valuables.

It's worth more than the rest
of Auntie's estate put together.

If it's not returned, none
of us will inherit anything.

- Yes, well, we'll er just erm...
- Yes. Cocoa. - Cocoa. - Yeah.

Lovely to see a retired English
insurance broker in a kaftan.

That necklace I borrowed from my aunt.

It's really valuable and I've
lost it here in the house.

- Ah. - I'm sorry, but I can only think
one of your new arty friends has taken it.

Why would you say that?

Well, because they're,
well, they're amoral.

- And I'm sure they would say so themselves.
- These are my friends.

No matter how much absinthe you put
away, or unsuitable flirting you do,

you're still really
provincial, aren't you?

You can be louche and Bohemian but I
can't, is that what you're saying?

Well, where do you think your cherished
liberal outlook comes from? From me.

You made Leslie too.

If we're the same, why do
I embrace the creativity

and differentness of these people
and you accuse them of theft?

So, I should scuttle back to the provinces to be
with my kind, with the Prues and the Geoffreys?

While you make whoopee with your mute.

I've found my world. It's thrilling.

I want to stay here in England.

You know what I need? Air.

I haven't been out of
the house for 48 hours.

I'm sorry. I know the necklace is a worry,

but these friends aren't
the stealing kind.

- They don't believe in ownership.
- Well, that's just daft.

There, proof that I'm not
the radical spirit you are.

- It's time I went home.
- And Corfu is now home?

Yes, it is.

I'm missing the children.

And at this rate I'll be arrested
for theft and never get back there.

I don't think it will come to that.

You don't really want to
stay do you? For how long?

I don't know. I've fallen for Ruby.

I'll stay here as long as she wants me.

- Kalimera, Superintendent.
- Kalimera, Leslie.

I'm afraid I must resign, already.

I slightly shot an innocent man with
my crime-prevention system. Zoltan.

That's the person, not
the name of the system.

And I should've said, I've been arrested
twice. Once for drunken brawling.

And once for shooting turkeys belonging to a
man that we named Crippenopoulos, because of --

Nobody made a complaint against you.

And we all shoot people
by mistake sometimes.

- I know.
- Don't stray again.

But who better to fight crime
than someone who has done some?

Thank you.

- Don't cry, that's unprofessional.
- Oh, yeah, so... Sorry.

I'll see you in a week.

Oh!

So, that is the donkey's metacarpal.

Can you see?

And it's not broken.

It's probably arthritis or
bruising from repeated beatings.

- So, it will heal?
- Yes.

But, Durrells, that's three times you've
had healthy limbs in to be x-rayed.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

Margo, perhaps you should take the
day off and repair your broken heart.

Ah. Morning, Louisa.

You haven't lived until you've
slept in a mbubb like this.

So, we'll erm, accompany you to the
bank to retrieve Auntie's necklace.

Prue, Geoffrey, avert your eyes. Just...

(That's actually mine.)

(Perhaps you'd do the honours?)

I'll go to the bank on
my own. See you shortly.

- Is it safe to look?
- Yeah.

Miss Margo. Still friends, I hope?

Yes. But will you please
help me to find Zoltan?

- Oh, your mother said --
- I know, but it isn't about me this time.

I'm clearly doomed to be single.
Who is it about? You and Zoltan.

Your portrait is finished.

That is you.

That is...

So...

Good!

I'm like a glass of...

I'd just better go say
goodbye to my mother.

Your mother is pretty.

Yes. She is.

Is she...

Available?

No.

You don't think that'd be... odd?

Hm.

Zoltan, we're so sorry
about what happened.

Leslie's gone a bit mad
since he got Daphne pregnant.

Please still talk to me.

Of course.

You make the stars come out at night.

- What does that mean?
- It's called poetry, Greek peasant.

It's called bullshit, Turkish cretin.

Now, exactly, this is why you two
need to settle your differences.

Let's agree that Greeks and Turks
have hated each other for far too long.

We are not going to end it today.

But this could be the
beginning of the end.

Spiros, tell me one thing you
like about Turkish people.

Zoltan?

I like Greek...

No, nothing.

- Your Acropolis is good.
- Hooray, we're off!

I like your belly dancing.

Thank you.

Sorry I was rude.

Aunty's death has hit us rather hard.

She's left a big hole in East Dorset.

Well, you know where we are if you ever want to
kick off your shoes and swim in the Ionian Sea.

I think I will go home with you.

- Maybe I'm less of a radical
than I thought. - What happened?

In our family I'm used to
playing the free-thinker.

Out in the real world it's a bit harder.

How long have we got?

Couple of hours. God. Shopping!

EVERYONE! WE'RE OFF!

Oh, Durant. It's been an education.

- Is that good?
- Yes, yes I, I think it is.

- We all want to feel loved.
- My bed is still warm.

Yes, that's quite enough of that.

- You must all come join us in Corfu.
- Oh, they won't want to do that.

- Sure.
- We may never leave.

You see this donkey, Tony, was
dead on his feet a few days ago.

But now he could plough
a field before breakfast.

- I give you 30 drachma for Tony.
- I'd better not.

Be kind to donkeys!

~

Love your ass!

Oh, I saw the ferry about to dock. I
think your mother and Larry are on it.

Could you... Sorry. Thanks, Theo!

Lugaretzia hasn't been here for days.

It must be her bad back.

Breakfast!

Mummy and Larry. On their way here.

- So, how have the children been, Spiros?
- They were perfect.

- Really? - Yes, I kept Margo apart
from Zoltan. But you were a bit harsh.

- He's a good boy.
- Hah, Spiros. Our new liberal!

- For a Turk.
- That's more like it.

I've missed you so much.

- Mummy. - I've missed you
too. - I've missed you.

I've even missed the animals.

- All right?
- Yep.

- So, how did it go?
- We fell among artists. It was wonderful.

Oh mother, I've got a proper job!

- No! Doing what?
- With the Corfu police force!

- Gifts from the homeland.
- Yeah!

One family, entirely different people.

Let's go in.

- You didn't think we'd leave a mess, did you?
- Not for a minute, darling.

So, we buried Aunt Hermione,
had an adventure or two.

And we realised more than
ever that we love it here.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

That's how you left it.

- It's just slovenly.
- This isn't a doss-house.

Yes, tidy your room please, Larry.

You're not with your arty friends now.

How could people live that way?

- We have a prince coming to stay?! - I hope
his immigration papers are in order. - Hello.

Has anyone seen Larry?

He was on his boat, which he can't sail.

Hello, Albanians.

- Have you mislaid a baby?
- Thank you.

I won't charge you with neglect this time.

I am not going to a horrible
English boarding school.

Now, finish that and move on to this.

It's all Greek to me.

Ooh.

- It's like Mother's good angel and her
bad angel. - Yonder, way up yonder.