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Today is the day !

Come here, you sexy little...

Mine.

So, today's the day !

- My novel's published in England.
- Well done. Have a burnt scone.

Margo, please tell me you know
what's happening today.

His novel's being published.

So someone in a bookshop is opening
a box and putting copies on a shelf ?

Well, yes, but...

Did you expect people would carry you
shoulder-high through the streets ?

Well, no, but traditionally
a family would...

Most families...

None of you have read it, have you ?

Tell me what happens,
I'll imagine all the adjectives.

I've been busy at the market, darling,

trying to rebuild our reputation
after poisoning so many people.

Thank you.

THE DURRELLS
Season II, episode 2

Larry, please tell Margo
her religious instructor is here.

Margo, nun lessons !

- Spiros, did you read it ?
- Yes. The first page.

Why did you stop ?

- Good book.
- Ah. Pavlos, thank you at last.

No, this. The Bible.

Oh, but does it offer an evocative
dissection of adolescent sexuality

across two continents, like mine ?

It offers everything.

Right.

- Gerry, still looking for otters ?
- I need a female.

For breeding !

What is your big seller ?

It was gingerbread man, but nobody's
buying since Larry added the genitals.

Any more threats from your landlady ?

No, but I know she's out there.

Vasilia will always hate you as long
as you let the Englishman woo you.

Hugh is not wooing me.

He's just glad of some
British company. That's all.

Do you know that girl
with the long hair, with the diamonds ?

My new novel. Just published.

- It must be from Paris.
- Are you sure she shops in Paris ?

It's about a young man

who struggles to find his place
in British society after...

I am so envious of her shoes !

- Vasilia!
- Liar ! I don't believe a word !

Believe what you like,
but please do it more quietly.

Liar ! You think you're clever,
but you're cold like a fish !

Rather you than me, matey.

I understand God the Father
and God the Son.

- It's the Holy Ghost I get stuck on.
- Look !

Holy Goat !

Jesus would've laughed.

Margo, I explain already...

God three in one.

Like a rope.

Tell me about life in the monastery.

It sounds so dreamy and quiet....

Shut up !

In fact, we work hard.

Now we make the liqueur
from the kumquats.

We add the kumquats to alcohol,
add the sugar... not too much...

drink some, sell the rest.

Water melons and honey melons,
full of sweetness.

Very nice, very nice !

- Good morning.
- Oh, good morning.

The Eccles cakes are
particularly delicious.

I've made it clear to Vasilia
that I have no interest in her,

and if she threatens you,
I will have her arrested.

Thank you. Oh, try the cheese.

We milk the goats
ourselves, rather slowly.

Please come for supper.
Let me cosset you.

It's really not necessary.

I hear you nearly remarried.

- Sven Lundblad.
- Yes.

And so you'll understand why I don't
want to rush into another liaison.

Of course. Of course.

In case you hadn't noticed,
in Corfu nobody rushes,

but they do let themselves have fun.

Did we learn nothing
from the kumquat chutney fiasco ?

They are for a liqueur.
They make it at the monastery.

It only takes a week or two
before it's ready to sell.

That is a fabulous idea.

Oh. We could work on it
together if you wanted.

- Terrific. Durrells' Kumquat Liqueur.
- Extraordinarily good.

No, wait. Durrells' Kumquat Liqueur,
your pleasure awaits.

Damn. You are good with words.

It's the monks' recipe,
you can't steal it.

We're just showing that spiritual
journeys often end up at booze.

Where's Gerry ?

Up a tree ?
In a bush ? Down a burrow ?

Larry, I loved your novel. It's bold
and delicate and beautifully modern.

Thank you, Theo.

But to be practical, they pay well
for clever rhymes in greetings cards.

Maybe you should write some of those.

You'd never know you were a bachelor.

- That would be sarcasm, would it ?
- Yes.

I picked that up
from my children, that and nits.

It was a very long time ago.

I'll have a sip, but actually,
I've given up drinking.

Extraordinary. Why ?

Well, back in Bournemouth I became
a little too fond of gin.

Oh, well.

Mothers' ruin.

You did this last time.
Is he in a cupboard or something ?

Yes, he is. Otherwise it's too loud.

- How long has he been in there ?
- Oh, he's fine. It's a big cupboard.

Sven used to play the accordion.

That put rather a strain
on our relationship.

Hektor, enough !

Well, you're either crackers
or very self-confident.

Which would you prefer ?

Did you have a good time
with your friend ?

He's preposterous.

But I suppose he's rather amusing.

Oh, Larry, I've been
thinking about your writing.

Finally.

Are you enjoying it ?
That's probably the wrong word.

Are you stimulated and provoked by it ?

No. I was thinking if nobody likes it,

I'm sure Hugh would give you
a job at his olive press.

You should be kinder to Larry.

He's really sad that nobody cares
about his book, especially you.

I can't even pretend to like it,

because I'm a bad liar,
but you're his mother.

Gerry's not in his room.
I don't think he slept there.

Gerry !

Gerry !

Gerry ?

Roger ?

Where could he be ?

I don't know,
he's hardly here these days.

- But away all night ? He's only 11.
- He's 12, isn't he ?

- Yeah, he's 12.
- Do keep up.

Gerry !

Gerry ?

Gerry !

We'll have to search for him.
Where do stupid bloody otters live ?

- In the sea ?
- Roger.

Oh. Gerry, where have you been ?

It was a nice night,
Roger and I thought we'd just stay out.

Come here.

Come on.

I found a female otter.

Come and see.

Gerry, you need some order
in your life.

- At your age...
- 12.

...you can't just run wild.

And you, Larry,

please talk to me.

Let me make amends. What can I do ?

I don't know, be a different person ?

I'm sure I could help you
with your writing career.

- And how are you going to do that ?
- Well, I have an idea.

You haven't, have you ?

No, but I'm very resourceful,
so I will have.

So it's been pointed out recently

that I may have been a bit
insensitive to your needs.

Pointed out by Leslie, of all people.

So you can imagine
how that makes me feel.

I apologise.

That's fine. Don't do it again.

No, stay.

In my defence, as a mother, I have
to be ring master and lion tamer and...

Knife thrower ?

Beautiful trapeze artist ?

Thank you, Leslie. I was going
to say tight-rope walker.

And I got the balance wrong

between allowing each of you to be
yourselves and supervising you.

Can I say I don't think the lion
should be made to do tricks ?

You can say nothing.
You need teaching.

And I imagine you still don't even know
what 7 x 8 is.

- 54.
- 54.

It's 56.

Ah, Lugaretzia, you are Gerry's
policeman.

- Make sure he doesn't leave the house.
- At last... power.

Please understand, I'm just
trying to generate enough income

to keep us in this house
and to stay sane

by, well, by enjoying my life, too.

Oh, and, let's all read Larry's book.

And really enjoy it.

Here.

Not you. Too rude.

I don't always want to speak to you,

because you give the impression
I'm not as clever as you.

Well, you're not. Thank God.

Because I don't want clever from you,
I want support and attachment.

And food ?

Yes, and food.

And praise, and freedom, and security.

That's what being a parent is,
isn't it ?

A promise to make everything
all right. That's the deal.

If you're as clever
as you think you are,

you'd understand a deal requires the
effort and commitment of both parties.

Yours, perhaps ?

Ignore me, I'm being an idiot.

I'm just disappointed.

I know you are. You spent a lot
of time and love on that book.

That's why I feel a fraud.
Much ado from me about nothing.

This book is the first step
on a dazzling career,

and the real reason that I
find it difficult to read is...

Well, you're my son,
so the sex makes me feel queasy.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

How would you feel
if I wrote intimate love scenes ?

Absolutely fine.

Be honest.

A little icky.

But happily,

I have had that marvellous idea
about your writing career.

Mrs. Durrell. How lovely. Come in.

Excuse the jars of local pond life.

Oh, well, I won't keep you.
Um, just two things.

Theo, would you please
be Gerry's tutor ?

No.

Well, why not ? He loves you.

I'd rather be his friend. I mentioned
hygiene to him and he growled at me.

Oh, I'm sorry. I think he literally
wants to turn into an animal.

No, he's right. I'm not his parent.

I'm letting them all down.

I've been thinking about Larry.

Yes, he seemed downcast.
I've experienced this myself.

Fireworks only go off
in the author's head.

Exactly. So I've decided... Could we
arrange an event, or something,

where we have readings from it ?

Of course. Greece is the cradle
of literature. I'll organise it.

Why would anyone want to watch
a bloke read out a book ?

To hear it, meet
the fascinating author, ask questions.

Hello. What sort of typewriter
do you use ?

Leslie, why don't you go home
and pick some beans ?

- No, I'm busy labelling our liqueur.
- All right, darling.

Ah. Our genial landlady.
What can I do for you ?

He wants you now, but it'll not last.

- You're talking about Hugh ?
- I understand men.

Ah, well, do put it in a book so all
us girls can share your knowledge.

I'm more pretty, and young.

And now you're making me cross.

You know, I wasn't sure about Hugh,
but now I think I might give him a go.

Luga, has Georgios the postman been ?

- Been where ?
- Here.

Why you want letters ?
They bring bad news.

I was hoping for congratulations
on my book via a cheery telegram

or a laudatory haiku
from fellow writers. Deluded.

Leslie. The best.

- Larry, 11 a.m. business meeting.
- Oh, yes.

Item number one... sales campaign.

I think we need to go round bars and
shops together, drumming up our orders.

No, I think you should do that.

Oh, um, well, it's just
I'm making the actual liqueur.

And you're doing a fabulous job.

Thank you.
So what are you going to do ?

Planning.

- Planning what ?
- Planning... a strategy.

- Strategy in terms of ?
- Well, exactly.

Where do you start ?
That's what I'll be planning.

Maybe you should pick
some more kumquats ?

Yeah...

Hello, Theo.

What do I have to do
to get a drink around here ?

Pay ten drachma. I'll put you down
for one crate. Theo.

No, I barely drink. Like the English,
I cherish my inhibitions.

You have spelled 'liqueur'
with just too many Es.

Larry, your mother and I agree
your novel deserves more attention.

Oh, yes, I've read lots
of your book now and it's...

well, really quite something.

Thank you, Les.

Who's your favourite character ?

The man.

So your mother and I have
arranged a public event next Monday

where you can read your novel.

Theo, that's so exciting.

I'll start preparing some passages.

You could try and get some orders
while you're out and about.

Florence, we're having a reading of
my book and you're the first invitee.

Are we dim, or is this
really difficult to read ?

Would I miss the literary
event of the year ?

In fact, the only literary event,

unless you count
most people's tax returns ?

Poetic, isn't it ? Poetry
always spoils everything.

...that was sprawled across the ocean.

My son Lawrence is having
a reading of his novel.

I'll be reading in English,

but the language is musical, symphonic,
so you'll...

These are heavenly.
Try one.

Briskly she sucked in
her underlip and screwed up her eyes.

Hello. This is my new book.
Pied Pipers Of Lovers.

It's brilliant.
I'll be reading at 5 p.m. on...

- Can you help with this liqueur ?
- No, I'm busy preparing.

The flesh, the peeled flesh.

Oh, God, I hope it goes well.

Larry's pretty resilient, isn't he ?

No. No, it's all an act.

It was my idea. I need it
to work or he'll hate me.

- Is it tasty yet ?
- No, it's not quite ready.

Harsh, but promising.

What about me ?

- Sip it.
- Yeah, sip it.

You didn't sip it.

You know I'm on the lookout
for prejudice against women ?

- Nice.
- Spiros, come and look at my otters.

- I'm playing them the guitar.
- Why ?

Because Mummy said Hugh
played her music.

But I don't think it's working.

Perhaps they prefer the bouzouki ?

- Ah. Spiros. How delightful.
- Mrs. Durrells.

Can you help ? I've been trying
for a week to find Gerry a tutor.

I don't need one. 7 x 8 is 56.

- And what is 9 x 6 ?
- 54.

- I'm not falling for that again.
- Gerry, knowledge is like a firefly.

Beautiful in itself and bringer
of light into the darkness.

Spiros, would you be Gerry's tutor ?

He looks up to you and you
obviously know your maths.

- Oh, is that right ?
- I'd be very happy.

- I believe in discipline.
- That won't work, then.

- Excellent.
- Combined with intervals for joking.

- Good.
- Perfect.

- When can you start ?
- Now.

See ? Not such a bad mother after all.

Spell Mediterranean.

M-E...

D-D...

No ! Wrong. Terrible !

My teacher would've locked me
in the cupboard !

This is going to take a long time.

The difference between us
superior Greeks and the Turks...

- We did this yesterday.
- And we will do it again tomorrow.

The difference...

Turkey is named after a big ugly bird

who tastes boring.

- May I feed my pelicans ?
- No. You concentrate.

You don't look at otters
or stroke pelicans.

You learn as I did at schools

and as Mrs Durrell's requested.

Oh, my God. Gerry, you're crying.

No, no.

Is it because your otters
are not making love ?

- Excuse my language.
- No, it's your teaching.

You're reminding me a little
of my school masters back in England.

I wasn't happy.

I am sorry.

Half an hour to go. Relax, Larry.

What if nobody turns up ?

We Greeks love literature
and you've all invited friends.

Go outside and drag people in.

Darling, go and talk to him.
He's tired of me.

- Who's he ?
- He's our audience.

Greetings.

Either I have come on the wrong day

or the room needs to be smaller,
as in Alice In Wonderland.

Yes, it's a bit of a wash-out, isn't
it ? We'll laugh about it someday.

Maybe not for a while, though.

Do buy some of the kumquat liqueur,
it's got a very distinctive tang.

Darling. Darling, I'm sure
they love your book in Britain.

After all, we never went to a Greek
book-reading in Bournemouth, did we ?

Um, thank you...

He's a very good author. Sit down here.

He says he'll stay
if there's free food.

Thank you for coming, both of you.

In view of the sparseness
of the turnout,

let's just call it all off.

In case I never have
another book published,

perhaps I could just say
thanks for reminding me

that art and writing
is like lying down in the road

and asking people to stop
and look at you

And today,

I got run over.

Where's Florence ?
And Hugh ?

Why don't people care ?
They don't have to enjoy it.

Larry !

I've been to the post office. I thought
it was strange you had no mail.

It seems the postman was too
scared of Gerry's animals to visit.

"Bravo on your nov. Everyone talking
about your new way with language."

"I'm very drunk, by the way."

"Reviews top notch.
Wish you were here."

"Well, not here as I find
myself in prison." Bloody hell.

"You clever bugger."

- I told you it was good !
- I knew it was good.

I was worried it was too good
for people to understand.

Now I can work on my new novel,
which will be better than the last.

- More animals in it ?
- No.

- Utter villains with horrible plans ?
- No.

- Am I in it ?
- No.

- Am I in it ?
- No.

Well, drinks to celebrate ?

Hugh ? Hugh !

Hello.

So you couldn't bother to turn up
to my son's book reading ? Why ?

Sorry, I didn't realise
it was so important.

Well, it would've been
decent of you. No one came.

Is it too late to change my excuse

to there was an accident
at my olive press ?

Many dead, olives everywhere ?

I... I know it's selfish, but...

I like it best
when it's just the two of us.

Well, I come in a bundle with
my family. Their needs are my needs.

To be honest, I thought Sven would
be there. I was being thoughtful.

Well, how were you to know ?

It was important to Larry,
so it's important to me.

Larry's shell is thinner
than you think.

Cheers !

- To Larry !
- To me !

Luga, we're toasting my book.

Toast it. Good idea.

No, toasting as in drinking to it,
and to you and to Corfu. Come on.

I think I'm disappointing Pavlos,
my monk.

No. You may not be a good nun yet,
but he knows you're a good person.

I think we're all good people,
don't you ?

Even bad people are good people.

This alcohol is making me so wise.

Gerry ! Come and see !

- Gerry ?
- Hello, Spiros.

Look. I brought you a present, to say
sorry for being a bully and loud.

Spiros, thank you !

- Magpies !
- Yes, magenpies.

- Magpies.
- Magenpies. Like I say.

Mag-pies.

Mag-en-pies.

Watch out they don't steal anything.
Awful thieves, magenpies.

Kumquat liqueur, Spiros ?

No, thank you,
my family are waiting for me.

OK, just a small one.

- Cheers !
- Cheers !

Listen, I know we're different...

But difference is not
the same as divergence.

- Not at all.
- Not at all. But we get on.

Mother !

Drinking heavily is such fun.

Spiros got me some magpies.

They've escaped.

I've never been good at friends.
Maybe it's my, you know...

Face ?

- Shorts ?
- Could be, yeah.

- You're not ticklish ?
- You'll regret this in the morning.

I go home now.

They like my novel !

Where were you for my big moment ?

- You're never there.
- No, darling, because I was...

Larry, I think the magenpies
got into your room.

No ! That's my new novel !
It's better than the first one !

Give it back !
Right now !

Give it back !

- Stop the magenpies.
- Mrs. Durrells ?

This prayer book is for your beautiful
and spiritual daughter.

- Margo !
- Theo !

I've never tried this before,
but I'm going to walk on water.

St. Nicholas. Protector of the sea,
save your subject. Save him Lord Jesus.

I am too grown up to say I told you so.

Ah, Theo. Can I get you
an early-morning snifter ?

No !

You think you're so funny, don't you ?

I'm only catching up with you.
You all thought you were hilarious.

And darling Margo,

I suggested to Pavlos you might not
be quite ready to take the veil.

Thank you.

I think I like boys too much
to be a top-notch nun.

Yes, I think you made that clear
by inviting him for a naked swim.

Morning, Theo.

On a brighter note,
I've mended the magenpies' cage.

I will never forgive you.
Those birds ransacked my room !

Half of my manuscript's
in the Ionian Sea.

Then you should've kept it
in a bird-proof receptacle.

No. I hate this house and its stupid
restrictions and thieving wildlife.

Is it any wonder I'm finding
it so hard to write ?

You'll blame anyone but yourself.

What other serious writers
live with their parents ?

- Jane Austen.
- One of my favourites.

- Exquisite prose.
- The book reading went wrong.

I shouldn't have my mother
trying to arrange my life.

It's the hangover, Mrs. Durrell,
he's not of sound mind.

Oh, I am.

I'm getting a place of my own.

Well, go on, then.

Leave.

It must be good, because
I don't understand a word of it.

I can't believe Larry's really going.

I know, to live above a bar.

- Hello, Margo. Louisa.
- Hello.

Ooh. Those crumpets looks nice.

Listen to me, I could be
back in Harrogate.

You could've had some for free
at Larry's book launch.

- I'm sorry I couldn't make it.
- No.

Well, that's Corfu for you,
isn't it ? So much to do.

Cinemas, theatres, other book launches.

- You can be quite fierce, can't you ?
- Oh, I don't know.

Oh, it's probably guilt.

I didn't support Larry so...
now I'm taking it out on others.

Remember to set the float
at the correct height

and do not tighten the nuts too hard.

This is how you fix a carburettor.

Enough car maintenance.
Now philosophy.

My philosophy

is that ladies are goddesses.

Except Turkish ladies.

American ladies are too noisy
but they can't help it.

Spiros, thank you for your help,
but you can stop now.

I'm less strict now, huh ?

Let's just say it's not quite
the education I had in mind.

Mum !

Mum !

What is it, Gerry ?

What are we watching, Gerry ?

They're finally going to mate.

I have no idea
what put them in the mood.

Otters ? Women ? Who knows ?

Men are always in the mood.

Right, well, you know
where I am. Above Costa's bar.

- I'll be on my way.
- You don't have to go.

We could start a new business...
shoe-shining.

We could buy some brushes
and find a pitch in town.

- Not really.
- No, no, of course not...

I'm going to finish your book
if it kills me.

Thank you.
Praise indeed.

Larry, we've had
our disagreements,

but... can I use your room
as an overspill area for my animals ?

- No.
- Thank you.

I said no.

Please stay.

Listen to Mrs. Durrells, Larry.

Stop it, I've got to do this.

You are a good mother.
If anything, I'm too happy here.

The best writers I know
are living life in the raw.

One's in jail.

I've never even been in a fight,
so how can I write about that ?

Well, you could make it up.
Jane Austen was never in a fight.

I heard she's always getting
into scuffles.

I'm halfway through your book.

And while I'd rather
you weren't quite so smutty,

it's dazzling.
I'm very proud of you.

It's going to be like
being a widow all over again.

I'll wait for you to say something
and you won't be there.

So this is just as good as your stuff

and I can give you it
at a very reasonable price,

as my business partner and I are...

We're moving out of alcohol sales.

Come on, chaps.

Thank you.
Very polite on your behalf.

Yeah.

No, no, no, I thought
you could pay me for it.

There you are.

I know drink isn't the answer, but you
look like you could do with one.

What's the matter ?

My son Larry...

left home.

He's still your child

and he's going to find out
that he needs you more than ever.

Climb aboard.

I'm not going to your house.

Too many gypsy fiddlers
lurking in corners.

No, I can do better than that.

- How do you like your steak ?
- Cooked by anyone other than me.

Ah, yes, the burdens of parenthood.

Oh, you have no idea.

And if I have any more
of these, neither will I.

Well, consciousness is overrated.

I would help but it's my night off.

Thank you for this.

I've arranged for a shooting
star to cross the sky about...

now.

It'll be along in a minute.

I'm too grown up to say I told you so.

Can I get you an early-morning
snifter ?

Oh, shut up.

Though I think you might need this.

So I have examined
the patient, a female otter.

I can't say it was easy and I haven't
a clue if she's pregnant.

I think she is. She's been slobbing
around a lot, seems very moody.

I suspect they've been mating
every time our back is turned.

That's what I'd do if I was
stuck in a cage with a bloke.

Good day, everyone !

- Good morning.
- So, mon petit, you must be my victim.

Mr. Kralefsky has agreed
to be your new tutor.

I have brought you some reading matter

to romp through before...

we meet.

Oh. Isn't it exciting ?

Oh, Florence.

Oh, you don't look well.

- I was going to say the same to you.
- Hung over. She drink too much.

I want to explain why I wasn't
at Larry's book reading.

- It doesn't matter.
- I was at home being sick.

- I'm having a baby, all being well.
- Oh, Florence.

I've been getting sick for weeks but
I didn't want to say till it was sure.

- My daughter also pregnant.
- Lugaretzia, congratulations.

That is why now she's like a witch.

Oh, excuse me.

- Has Florence been drinking ?
- No.

She's having a baby.
The joys of motherhood.

Some species of shark have a gestation
period of three and a half years,

so you're getting off lightly.

So you're not the only one
with things on her mind.

No.

Why is it so quiet ?

Because Larry isn't living here
anymore.

Hey, Larry.

Buy me a drink.

End of episode 2, season II