All language subtitles for The Durrells - 03x07 - Episode 7.-ORGANiC.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

Idiot vegetarians.

What's wrong with a
mouthful of dead flesh?

Why not just give Gerry some raw
vegetables? That'll cure him.

He needs protein to grow.

Any news from Daphne? Where is she?

Yes. She's in Athens, while she can
still get her belly on a ferry.

I give you... Henry Miller,
America's greatest living writer.

- You met in London.
- Henry.

Nice to see you with your clothes on.

Louisa.

So this book of yours, Tropic of
Cancer, must be really filthy if
you can only publish it in Paris.

- Well, America is a
carnival of prudes. - Mm-hm.

- A carnival of prunes?
- We do need a standard of decency.

- Why? What are you scared of?
- Spiders. And incontinence.

I'm a policeman. We're scared of
nothing, except not getting our man.

You're so conservative and apathetic.

Greece's government is
more fascistic by the day.

Our freedoms are under attack.

- You're only saying that because Henry's here.
- Normally he only talks about food and girls.

Well, moving on.

- Has anyone seen Spiros? - No. He must
be so sad without his wife and children.

I've heard he's stopped working.

I really miss him.

At least it seems he's staying on Corfu.

So this guy Spiros, could he and
your mom have a future together?

We don't allow ourselves
to think about that.

Thanks, Louisa. It was quite the feast.

Gonna grab a moonlight swim.

- He didn't take his swimming costume.
- Henry swims naked.

And usually writes naked.

He likes to be naked.

I may join him, and leave
you all to be... mimsy.

Larry, you may feel 'radical',

- but we are a respectable family living
in a nice, conservative country. - Well...

And if anything embarrassing happens,
I will hold you personally responsible.

Is your family friend Sven Lundblad?

Yes. What about him?

I hear they want to arrest
him and his... man friend.

Oh, no. Why?

Well, neighbours complained.
They are homosexual.

Well, not the neighbours.

- They're not hurting anyone. - The
superintendent has orders from the government.

Do you ever think about... a man?

- No.
- Ah.

- Still seems like a mad
thing to want to do. - Hmm.

Which word's sexier,

"lubricious"...

or "tumid"?

Think I'll go with "whore-mongering".

Thank you for keeping
Henry at a safe distance.

Well, I don't want to kill Lugaretzia.

At least not in that way.

Gerry! Lunch!

Your rabbit food is in the kitchen.

It's actually a rather
flavoursome fricassee.

He's gone.

There's too much cooking.

- How can we stop Gerry being a vegetarian?
- Make him cook his own food.

Now, that is a brilliant idea.

- Ah, Leslie. There's lunch
indoors, darling. - Thanks.

There's a worrying rumour
down at the station.

The government's outlawing
reading and thinking?

- And farting?
- Oh, for God's sake.

They've got their eye on Sven and Viggo.

- What?
- They've been seen together.

Well, tell your colleagues that
sexuality is a buffet, not a set menu.

- I'm not gonna say that to a bunch
of Greek coppers, am I! - Why not?!

Sven!

Lawrence Durrell. It's a rare pleasure.

I've been told I can be rather annoying,
so I ration my public appearances.

- How are the goats?
- Oh, they're... goaty.

Hm. Ask a silly question...

Look, I hate this but...

Constable Leslie, Corfu's finest, says...
you and Viggo are under scrutiny.

Thank you. I was waiting for this.

What are you going to do?

I'll send Viggo away for a while.

- And you?
- Well, I have dependents.

Oh, we can look after the goats.

How hard can it be? Feed them
some grass, the odd pep talk.

No, I'm staying.

This fascist regime, they can go to hell.

Good man.

Let's be hopeful.

You know Greece. The talking
runs way ahead of the doing.

I hope Spiros doesn't mind us visiting.

We should've brought him some honey.

We just called to say hello.

Hello.

Come back when my house looks better.

- We've never been here.
It's exciting. - No.

Ah!

Well...

I'll start washing up.

- Ugh!
- Please, don't.

We were worried about you, Spiros.

- Have you heard from your wife? - No.

Did something die in here? This is as
bad as our house when Mother went away.

Like you, I'm used to being looked after.

- So you're not working.
- My car is broken. The brakes.

I can't afford to fix them.

- I'll lend you the money. - No.
- Yes. You've helped us so much.

- You don't have money either. - No, but we do
have a bank loan until my aunt's legacy arrives.

Erm... I don't know if you want this
photograph of your wife and children up.

Good. It's already looking tidier.

Really, really bad smell. It stinks.

It turns out the policeman was using his
truncheon to make the holes in the cheese.

Take care of those.

We may not like it, but I have orders
to make a stand against decadence.

If you want to keep your job here,
you will go and arrest Sven Lundblad.

Now.

- He's getting nearer.
- Hm.

You sort of get used to it after a while.

No, I still find it quite unsettling.

Well, good.

Henry and I need books on the law and history
of radicalism and how to combat fascism.

- I'm afraid that's not a strong area
for me in literature. - Yes, I know.

- The countess you worked for, I need
to use her library. - You can't. She's
had a relapse. She's a recluse again.

- I want to borrow her books, not take
her to a barn dance. - She's fragile.
She won't have anyone in her house.

Anyway, if this is about Sven,
who'd arrest him? He's so nice.

I can't do this. Will you?

No. People laugh when I try
to arrest them. It is my face.

Sven, I'm afraid you and Viggo need
to come with us to the station.

The police station. Just to be clear.

Et tu, Leslie?

If that's a Swedish swear word, I'll
forgive you under the circumstances.

Viggo has already left the country.

We're happy to wait while you
gather anything you need.

I-I'll do everything I can to
make your stay a comfortable one.

Go on, surprise me by drying up.

- Oh, Gerry. We need a chat.
- Oh, God.

About you being a vegetarian.

- Are you planning to join me?
- No.

I'm not making two meals any more, so after
tomorrow you'll have to cook your own.

- What?! - And you need nutrition, so two
proper cooked meals, supper and lunch.

Mmmm. Look at the meatballs.

Your favourite.

As enjoyed by billions of
people with no ill effects.

- Couldn't you make a stand?! - What do you
expect me to do? Walk away from a job I love?

Love a job that involves you arresting Sven
just because he's attracted to another man?

- Oh, Leslie! - It was an order! I've no doubt
justice will be done and he'll be released!

I do have doubts, and principles I live by, and
"I'm just obeying orders" isn't one of them!

It's illegal! You live
here! Get the law changed!

Yes, I heard about poor Sven.

Homosexuality has always been
taboo here, but tolerated.

This is new territory.

So what will happen?

They may cloak his so-called offence
in a charge such as gross indecency.

Oh, tell Gerry I'm incubating a
new batch of parasitic copepods.

I'm sorry.

It's not just Sven. It's Spiros.

Since his wife took his children
away, he's barely left his house.

- It's like wolves have moved in.
- I can imagine.

And of course he's too
proud to ask for help.

- What can I do? - Well, family
is at the heart of life here,

so if we could enlist a relative
of his to keep an eye on him.

His uncle Leonidas is a wise old bird.

He works at the town hall.
Go and have a word with him.

Thank you, Theo.

I'm sorry I don't share your
enthusiasm for your coaty-pegs.

Copepods. Yes, you're not alone.

I'm a big embarrassment to my parents.

So, the two men on the island
you love the most need rescuing.

Thank you so much for meeting me.

I wouldn't usually get involved, but
we've never seen Spiros like this.

Thank you for your worry, Mrs Durrells.

It's one of my specialities.

To bring order and good cheer, I will
perhaps move in with him for a while.

Perfect!

- Would your wife be happy with that?
- Yes, she will be happy

if she notices I have gone.

And I shouldn't ask but... do you
think his wife will come back?

I don't know. I hope.

Oh, gosh. Me too.

No, really.

Oh! Hello.

- Mrs Durrells.
- Spiros.

I apologise, for... when
you visited, for being a...

What is it? A bear with a forehead.

A bear with a sore head.

Yes. That makes more sense.

Please.

Look at us, sitting at a bar
in the middle of the day.

Good. Isn't it?

You know, I wouldn't do this
with anyone else but you.

Thank you.

I'm going to say a bad thing.

Well, go on, then.

When you're here with me,

I miss my children more than my wife.

I insist you let us see Mr Lundblad.

Out of the question.

Well, just explain why he's in a cell.

He is suspected of immoral behaviour.

- Define "immoral behaviour".
- I cannot.

Hah!

You do it.

In Greek.

Aw, come on, man. Why are you doing this?

He's lived here for years.
His goats are magnificent.

My superiors want to see
disreputable acts punished.

Hey, Les. Get us in to see our man.

Please.

If it's any consolation, this is
no worse than Spiros' accommodation.

- How did YOU get in?!
- We've been scrapping it out for half an hour.

Sometimes you get better results by
arriving politely -- and with a picnic.

Did the suffragettes win the
vote by having a picnic (?)

Hello.

Oh. Sorry, Sven. Hello.

- Didn't they chain themselves to
things? - Yes. And threw themselves
in front of the king's horse.

- And went on hunger strike.
- Oh, well. Start tomorrow.

- This is serious!
- Yes, I know it is.

Please. Very grateful, but no big fuss.

I just want to keep on
living here as a goat farmer,

not as a cause celebre.

- I'm afraid this isn't just about
you. - Oh? Who is it about? You,
proving what a zealot you are?

No, it's about making a stand
against bigotry and prejudice and --

Hey. Cool it, bud. Let's...
Let's all have a scone.

Er...

They're actually for me, as
I'm in sort of a prison cell.

- Ah.
- Oh, yeah.

Poor Sven.

Why do people get so het
up about homosexuality?

We love to be offended. It's
one of the ignoble pleasures.

If people knew how common it is.

At school we all did it.

- Did you? - Well, it was
that or geography prep.

- It's all in my novels.
- I thought you made that up.

- Good evening, Louisa.
- Basil! What the hell are you doing here?

A last-minute whim. Just a hop
and a skip from Lytchett Minster.

Well, cab, train, ferry, train...

train, train, bus, ferry...

cart.

Well, I suppose you'd better come in.

- You met Larry and Henry Miller in London.
- Oh, yes indeed.

I've looked you up since. You
write hugely dirty books.

Basil is my second cousin. He's
dealing with Aunt Hermione's will.

Where there's a will there's a wage.

- Did I do that one last time?
- Yes, you did.

- Oh, God. There's not a problem with the
estate, is there? - No. Just a few loose ends.

Like a beginner's cardigan.

- Might I stay for a few days?
- Yes, of course.

Er, please.

You'll forgive us if we're a bit glum.
A friend of ours has been arrested.

Oh, dear. What for?

Scrumping? Ate a swan? Smoked in church?

He's queer.

Righty-ho.

There's no legal basis for jailing
him. It's all tilting at windmills.

We need to get hold of law books
from the countess's library.

Well, don't do anything crazy.

"No-one may suffer for his
beliefs, even religious ones,

provided their manifestation does
not trouble the public order."

Bravo, you Frenchies.

Stop!

Had a tour of the garden.

Or should I say the zoo?

They're not native to Corfu, are they?

No. He's from Central America.

Hello. Pleased to meet you.

Oh, good. Rapport established.

Er, let me take care of that, sir.

To make up for you having to
deal with my family yesterday.

Spiros!

Uncle Leonidas!

Is everything all right?

- Ah...
- God in heaven!

~

- Mrs Durrells!
- Hello.

We are taking it easy today.

Well, I wouldn't say you've
brought order to the house.

No, but I've remembered
how to have a good time.

- Yamas! - Yamas.
- Could I just have a...?

It's none of my business but...

I really think you should
ask your uncle to leave.

But I hear it was you
who asked him to come.

Yes, all right. Because I care about you.

Hey, have a beer!

I don't want a beer.

Get back to the town hall.

My wife, she's right. I'm selfish.

No! Without you, we wouldn't have
survived a week on this wonderful island.

Why did I help you?

Selfish, again...

.. because I love you.

All of you.

Oh. Well...

Perhaps because your family
get things wrong too, like me.

Well, my family and I are going to
help you become the old Spiros
again, whether you like it or not...

in between sorting out
all our other problems.

Did you see the intruder's face?

No, I did not.

Oh, dear.

Well, he's a silly boy, that's who he is,
with a slightly peculiar line in swag.

Think nothing more of it.

- You must be very distressed.
- No.

It rather perked me up.

Oh!

"Perked... me... up."

Well, I'll be on my way.

You might want to put sturdier
locks on those windows.

Or, my advice, get rid of the books
and use the room for ping-pong.

I know who did it, of course.

- Oh?
- Your brother, Lawrence.

You may write that down.

If you had been here, you may
have had better luck shooting him.

Yes.

Well, rest assured your complaint
will be taken very seriously.

Delicious cooking, Gerry.
Could you cook for me tomorrow?

What? No!

- How did you get that lovely crisping?
- Interestingly, I...

Anyway, we need to talk about
how we can get Sven released.

Yeah. And no more criticism
about arresting Sven.

I helped an old woman today find her cat. I
don't hear any of you congratulating me on that.

- Great work. - Well done. - Thank you.

Basil, you're a lawyer.
Surely you can help.

You'd think, but my field
is wills and probate.

For example, I'd be hugely
helpful if Sven dies in custody.

So, Bas, remind us why you're here.

Er... yeah.

Well, you know.

No.

Aunt Hermione spoke so
glowingly about Corfu.

The fireflies, the people, the...

traditional headscarves.

How could I not visit?

Louisa.

You need to tell me what's going on.

Gosh. In a sense, who knows?

No. Now, stop that.

There maybe a... sliver of
a problem with your legacy.

And what might that problem be?

The value may be... less than you hoped.

I hate to sound greedy, but why aren't you
in England ensuring that it isn't less?

And be eviscerated by your
cousin Prue if it's bad news?

I'd rather be by a beach
a thousand miles away.

It's out of my hands.

I am awaiting a telegram
from the bank boffins.

Meanwhile let's eat, drink
and be merry-ish, shall we?

Oh, the postman left you a telegram.

Ah.

I'm here to join the legal team.

Oh! I feel overdressed.

I cannot do a friendly face.

Roger.

Gerry.

Lugaretzia.

Roger.

- Hello, Spiros.
- ~

He cook, I clean.

We were disorganised last time.
Now we know what we're doing.

Let's hope Leslie doesn't arrest
you for wearing his funeral suit.

I feel like a lawyer.
Half shark, half weasel.

Don't tell Gerry or he'll want one.

Before we rush into the police station,

I should talk you through Greek
psychology as regards homosexuality.

Do it on the way, or we'll turn up and
find they've knocked off for a beer.

Shouldn't he come too? He's the only
one of us who is actually a lawyer.

We are here to formally challenge
the detention of Sven Lundblad!

Who is held on these premises
without legally valid charge.

In contravention of international
law. We're smelling bullshit.

Absolutely. And I speak
as a qualified solicitor.

Sorry, I've left my business
card in my long trousers.

You are flouting the doctrine of
habeas corpus, as enshrined here!

- Let the alleged fruit go -- he's a great guy
-- and we'll say nothing more about it. - Hmph!

I seem to have left my key at home.

One day, when the world
has grown up a little,

you'll think of what you did to people
like Sven and anyone who's different

and it'll be you who's embarrassed.

- Well, you tried.
- The chains were a nice idea.

Wouldn't they have just
left you there for the night?

I've never been more
embarrassed in my life.

I'm er... sorry to add
more drama to a busy day,

but I've had word from
the relevant moneybags

about Aunt Hermione's financial affairs.

Oh, God, it's like Agatha Christie.

When she died, her
wealth was considerable...

.. were it not for my investment on her
behalf in a syndicate of Lloyds of London

who insured the Crystal Palace...

which burnt down last December.

Who'd have thought metal and glass could
burn that fiercely... and expensively?

So I'm afraid Auntie's money is all lost.

I do apologise.

How will we pay our debts?

That's capitalism for you.

Oh, shut up.

The blissful ignorance of youth.

He doesn't know he's born.

- What is wrong?
- Money, Lugaretzia, as ever.

And Sven, mouldering away in prison.

Oh, God. I must feed his goats.

Well, it's a new day. One
of us is looking lovely.

After your son's lunatic behaviour
yesterday, you cannot see Sven Lundblad.

I don't want to see
him. I want to see you.

To tell you the truth about Sven.

I'm not sure if you're aware, but
Sven and I were very nearly married.

- And you did not marry because
you find he is a homosexual? - No.

No, I did not find that.

Throughout our relationship, Sven was...

.. how can I put this?...

.. very physical.

- In bed.
- Er, yes, I understand.

Hands all over me,

like a swashbuckling octopus.

So why did you not marry him?

Because he's a goatherd.

I'm not proud to say that,
when the moment came,

the English snob in me
couldn't go through with it.

And he's Swedish, of course.

I'd always prefer a Greek man.

- That's understandable.
- Well, yes, it is, isn't it?

I don't like that we have to arrest
people for this, but I'm obeying orders.

Although you do seem to me...

.. like a man who makes his own decisions.

Perhaps we could test it. Over a drink?

Very well.

I can report that the allegations
of homosexuality are unfounded,

and I will release Sven.

Oh.

Hello. There you are.

Hello.

Yassou.

What's the news of Countess
Mavrodaki and the stolen books?

Oh. Oh, yes. She didn't see the thief.

She said she did.

Yes, but not his face.

She may have made the whole thing up.

Lonely old woman, fancies a visit
from a handsome policeman, hm?

I mean, who'd want to steal old law books?

Wait.

Are you sure about that?

Yes.

Right!

I'll have the key brought from
my house when you let Sven go.

Can I help my friend?

That's obviously not
quite how I planned this.

Well, I think I've made my point.

Agh!

Morning, Spiros. It's my shift.

I've come because Mother
said you need cheering up.

So all the more reason to share
my philosophy of life with you.

It means a lot to me that you did that.

Thank you.

Well, clearly I need to
work on my grand gestures.

- How come you're out?
- Apparently I'm cured.

Spiros.

Happened to be passing by.

Where are you going, Spiros?

For a drive.

I hear you've released Sven.

Thank you.

- And your brother Larry
was here again. - Oh? Why?

Guilty conscience about stealing
the books from the Villa Mavrodaki.

Hah! Family.

Your brother stole the books?

- No.
- No.

You know how serious it is if a
policeman tries to bury a crime?

- Yes. - So let me give
you another chance.

Did your brother commit a theft?

No, he didn't.

Then you know what will happen.

Yes,

and I'm resigning.

- Do you want to hold Frank?
- No. Thank you.

Oh, Leslie...

I'm so sorry. I know you loved that job.

But I'm very proud of you,

and really glad I won't have
to visit Larry in a cell.

By the way, if the superintendent
calls to ask me for a drink,

I've moved to Albania.

- I've made a terrible mistake.
- No, you haven't. - I have.

- And I keep making them.
- No.

Well, yes, but not this time.

- Thanks, Leslie.
- It's fine.

I'm very grateful.

This whole thing has all been
about men loving men and...

I'm trying to say that...

.. you're wrong about most things, but...

I love you too.

Though not in that way.
And not all the time.

Well, some good news. It has been pointed
out to me by your cousin Prue, who has a...

I've interrupted something, haven't I?

Anyway, blunder on.

She points out that specific...

.. specific bequests made by your aunt

are not subject to reclaim
by indebted parties.

So these items left to you are yours.

"One shed with lawnmower,

a beach hut in Lyme Regis,

two boxes of coronation mugs..."

I won't go on, but you could sell
all this and pay off your debts,

so you're back to square one.

Well, maybe it's not so bad.

Sven can live his life with Viggo.

- If they don't mind skulking around.
- Well, yes.

Gerry's lost his battle with meatballs.

And you and Leslie are talking again.

And do you know what? I'm pleased
you're not a policeman any more.

- Me too.
- Horrible job.

You won't be saying that
if we're ever burgled.

So, there's just the five
of us, unburdened by money.

What's Henry's phrase?

"I have no money, no resources, no hopes.

I am the happiest man alive."

Mm.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Please.

I thought you might be here

because Athens is over there.

No, it's over there.

Can you see it?

- No.
- It's 300 miles away.

You have to use your imagination.

I hope you fixed your brakes.

Not yet.

Let's live dangerously.

Thank you for sending
me your team of helpers.

Did it help?

Yes.

It drove me out of the house.

Is it time I stop moping?

Yes.

It's my turn to be selfish.

I feel lost without you.

Well...

.. I'm back.

We are in a travelling
circus. I'm a contortionist.

Please be my girlfriend.

We must go! Spiros and I
will drum up business.

What did I do to deserve this?

There is love, and there is family.
Sometimes you cannot have both.

I know what your question
is: Will I find love soon?

I can tick that off the list.