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It's in my nose !
Why would you wanna be in there ?

Oh, God.

Oh, look at you all...
Flea-ridden.

We'll have to have
this party indoors.

What ? No. I've spent ages
rigging up Gerry's rope ride.

I loath insects... so unimaginative.

- Gerry ! Nature is a disgrace !
- Don't be mean to him on his birthday.

Maybe we can distract the bugs.

What... Tell them there's a big,
open pot of jam in Corfu town ?

No. Start a fire, or...

You all think I'm an idiot, don't you ?

I've been trying to think
of anecdotes about Gerry's life,

and apart from ruddy animal stories,
there aren't any... or photos.

Last-child syndrome.

It's not fair.
He's my little boy,

and if we don't have any memories
about him, we'll have to make them up.

That's ridiculous.

There's nothing better than
a children's birthday party, is there ?

- Gerry has changed.
- Oh, good. Yes, we must all change.

Not change clothes.
She means he's growing up.

THE DURRELLS
Season 3, episode 6

Gerry ! Gerry, I've got a cake
bowl for you to lick ! Yum yum !

Leslie. I told you we need
to have the party indoors.

- Oh, God. One's got in !
- Please come inside. This is hopeless.

No. It'll be amazing. When Gerry comes
down this, he'll feel like a bird.

But... we've got pass the parcel.

He wants something
more manly than that.

- We're like three peculiar brides.
- Oh, yes. I'm very hot in here.

- This isn't going to work, is it ?
- No.

I hate being indoors.
Reminds me of being in Bournemouth.

So, how is your Gerry
anecdote coming along, Margo ?

I'll do the time we were shopping,
and we lost him,

and we found him in the sweet shop,
telling the shopkeeper

he was a lord
and deserved more sweets.

- Oh. I don't remember that.
- No. It didn't happen.

- You said make something up.
- Yes.

You do like to manage our lives,
don't you ?

- Parties are much work.
- Yes, pleasure often is.

Surprise yourself, Lugaretzia.
Relax. Wear a bloody colour.

I wonder if Gerry's little
girlfriend is coming to the party.

He's not old enough for a girlfriend.

Daphne's well enough to come, I hope.

Of course. Pregnancy isn't an illness.

Are you actually telling me,
mother of four, what pregnancy is ?

Well, you've probably forgotten.

What's happening with you and Daphne ?
I can't keep up.

She and I are... good friends,

who, through no fault of our own,
are having a baby together.

It's all very modern.

Well, I'm intensely modern, but
what's wrong with a bit of romance ?

Gerry says his first word...

Tortoise.

Have you wrapped
the 'pass the parcel' parcel ?

The 'pass the parcel' parcel. Yes.

I hope you put in it what I said.
Not a French letter, as you threatened.

We'll have to find out, won't we ?

Spiros.

Drinks, glasses, cutlery,

and Leslie's favourite little sausages.

- Now it's a party.
- Thank you, Spiros. Do stay and relax.

Yes, hang up your stylish headwear.

- Oh. I'm sorry.
- I will bring the rest in.

He's not his usual blithe
and festive self, is he ?

No, he hasn't been for a while.

Good. I can't stand people
who are jolly all the time.

Well, I like them.

The birthday boy. Are you looking
forward to the fun and games ?

Can we please not make a fuss ?

It's your birthday ! We have to.
And it's not really about you.

Fine. But no speeches. Or actual games.

But lots of people
who love you are coming,

so we may say a few words...
in between the games.

What's the matter with him ?

You know Gerry,
probably just missing his animals.

Yes, you're right.
Let's bring some indoors.

Get out.

Noisy evil bastard.
Get out.

Gerry !

Happy now, poppet ?

- Thank you ?
- No, you mustn't !

What the hell is wrong with Gerry ?
It's his birthday.

He needs to have fun,
and I'm going to make sure he gets it.

It smells wonderful, doesn't it ?

You need to breed certain
wild species in captivity.

Otherwise, they will just disappear.

The problem is that we need
to find a way to help them

to adjust back
to their natural environment.

And how are Gerry's studies going

since I had to give up tutoring him
after he wrestled me to the ground ?

Excellent. Yes, his French is every bit
as good as his arithmetic now.

Ah. And how good is that ?

We're surprised by how good it is.

I had holidays in Scotland as a child,
so I'm used to plagues of midges.

- Ah, the old Mac-midges.
- Aye.

- Buzzin' round the house.
- Aye.

- We can do better than that.
- Yes.

Have you met my niece, Nelly ?
She's 17. Visiting from Batley.

Hello, I'm Larry, as in 'Happy as...'

- Happy as what ?
- H... Happy as Larry.

Oh, well.

Nelly's come
to help look after the baby.

- Hm. How is that going ?
- Dreadful.

Sausages.

So, no help whatsoever.
But awash with a northern charm.

I think you've found your look, Zoltan.

- Are you all right, Spiros ?
- Yes.

This isn't you.
Where's the buoyant Spiros ?

Dead. I'm his miserable
twin brother, Roy.

- Bad things happened to me.
- What bad things ?

Roy ?

As you're here, Dr Petridis,
my knee is doing odd things.

I'm afraid this evening
I'm not a doctor.

Please. I can hear it in bed, creaking.

- Here.
- OK.

Darwin is interesting about the gender
gap in relation to natural selection.

Yeah, but what did Darwin know ?
Just an old bloke in a white beard.

Well, he evolved into the white beard
from a face like yours.

- Time for some games.
- Hurrah.

Apple-bobbing contest !

- Right. Now, Gerry...
- I'll let someone else do it.

- Mr. Kralefsky.
- Oh, with pleasure. I love to bob !

No, thank you.
You'll never get up again.

- Oh, I'll have a go.
- Leslie.

No, no, no.
I'm a respectable policeman.

Oh, go on then.

Must be the highest average age
for apple bobbers ever.

One minute. No hands.

- Imagine you're a goat.
- A goat ?

Well done.

Slightly, uh, less weirdly...

Who'd like to fly through
the air like a bird ?

On my thrilling birthday ride
of death !

Well, that's not gonna
attract people, is it ?

I would like to try again,
with bananas.

I am always much better with bananas.

- Well, give someone else a go. Larry ?
- No, thank you.

- Daphne ! You came.
- I slept all day to be lively now.

There you go. Easy does it.

A glass of wine for the pregnant lady.

Here you go.

So, that's all fine. I've been reading
books about having a baby.

I see it may cause gas and bloating.
Yeah.

For me or for you ?

- Daphne !
- Hello, ladies.

Can anyone guess
why Spiros is being moody ?

Perhaps his children are annoying him.

Hm. Does that happen ?

Oh, Sven, Florence.
Why don't you come and have a go

on my thrilling aerial safety-trapeze,
as I'm now calling it ?

- Love to ! But I want to live.
- I've got water in my head.

All right, then.
I'll demonstrate. Come on. Upstairs !

- Spiros is sick and will not live.
- Oh. Who did you hear that from ?

- No, you say, "guess what is wrong."
- What ?

- Always remember to hold on tight.
- Nobody else is going down, Leslie.

Also, always bend your knees
as you make the...

You're letting in bugs !

You know, I've been having some...
exotic dreams, recently.

- Oh ! What about ?
- You don't want to know.

Well, you look horribly solemn.

I hate to interrupt
the slightly-subdued fun,

but we'd love to say a few words
about Gerry on his birthday.

- You only turn 12 once.
- Thirteen.

- Isn't he 13 ?
- That would be twice.

Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry.

Anyway...

Gerald.

He loves an animal, as you'll all...

Yes. Thank you.

But to us... he'll always be
the eternal baby of the family.

Though the youngest
in a crowded family,

we have so many
happy memories of him.

We really do.

- Margo.
- Yes.

We were out shopping once,
probably for gin.

- It was mother's drinking years.
- Yes. Thank you.

And we looked around,
and Gerry was lost,

but we found him in another shop.

A bit...

Oh, crap. Did I miss something out ?

As Mark Twain said, "There has never
been, as yet, an uninteresting life."

He clearly hasn't met my uncle,
Geoffrey.

No. He's fine.

But picture this scene
from Gerry's youth.

The Durrell family were
at a civic unveiling...

- I love this one, sweetie. This is...
- Yes.

I was trying to do
something special for him !

And Gerry looks the mare in the eye,
and says,

"I don't know what you call it,
but that looks like an arse to me."

- Thank you, Larry.
- Yes.

And now, if you'll all join me

in raising a glass to Gerry
on his 12th birthday.

It's my 13th birthday.
I'm 13. Everyone knows except you.

- Well, yes. Oops.
- No, not "Oops."

You keep treating me like an infant.
I knew you'd embarrass me.

And do you think I'm stupid ?
I know all those stories were made up.

And do you know I'm a vegetarian
now ? But what do you do ?

You cut ham into the shape
of carrots for me !

- Why won't you just let me grow up ?
- Come on, Gerry.

Hopeless !

- Gerry, it's all right.
- And this "pass the parcel"...

Leave me alone !

What a lovely baby dog.

It's me.

He hates me.

Little wretch.

How dare he not warm to our
finely-honed reminiscences ?

Oh, I just want to hold him
and squeeze him, like he's five again.

Well, that is his point.
He's leapt forward.

Haven't you noticed ? The average age
of his human friends is about 50.

Yes, but that's another reason
to treat him like a child.

He was so angry with me.

Look at these.

Gerry wrote this just
after we arrived in Corfu.

And this one last week.
They're historical documents.

Gerry's going to be
a really good writer.

I'm proud.

You're all just moving further away
from me every year.

The last time you let me
brush your teeth for you,

or the last time you let me hold your
hand as we walked across the road...

And look what replaces that.

Living as equals.
Us helping you for once.

Holding your hand
to help you cross the road.

Right. Well, from now on,

I'm going to treat Gerry
like a 13-year-old.

Or 14, to be on the safe side.

Let's be miserable sons
of the bitches together.

Gerrys...

you are sad because you are...

at the start of your adult life,
and it can be hell.

And I am sad because...
suddenly, it feels...

like I'm at the end of mine.

Last night my soul was heavily laden

Overflowing with sorrow

I went alone to see what was left

Of the garden which you watered...

So, the first person
to pin the tail on the donkey...

well... touch it, as it's alive,
wins.

- Go !
- Sven, go slow. Left.

OK. Right. Right more.

Sven, be careful of the animals.
Careful.

You have to go the other way.

- No, that's completely normal.
- I don't think so.

Well, pray to get better.

Sorry. Sit down.

Let me take a look.

Gerry threw me out of his room.

It smells of animals,
and the sloth scares me.

Right.

Larry, I will teach you songs that
will make you cry hot tears of sorrow.

Where did you find my guitar ?

Gerry was hiding it.

- Because you are so bad.
- What ?

Leslie, you're cheating.

I'm not cheating.
I'm protecting my unborn child.

- Turn around ! Fruity.
- That's it, Daphne. Come on !

- I can smell you.
- You've had practice with Leslie.

Gerry worships you, you know that.

He won't if I keep getting it wrong.

I was a bit surprised
you hadn't noticed.

Gerry's been the most mature
person in your family for years.

- That's OK.
- What's going on there ?

You're right. Fine. Change of plan.

I found it !

It's Theo.

- How's the party ?
- Lively.

Your outburst lit the touch paper
on the evening.

I shouldn't have done it.
I just couldn't shut myself up.

Your mother can't always get it right.
She loves you.

Love's easy.

It's not embarrassing me
that's the hard part.

Embarrassment is temporary.
Love is eternal.

I promise I didn't get that out
of a Christmas cracker.

Make her feel less bad.

I don't know why, but I've never been
very good with the... emotional words.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'm sorry I miscalculated your age.

- I brought you a beer.
- Thank you.

Yeah. Tastes good.

Ah. It's a shandy, actually,
but there's a lot of beer in it.

Do come and join us.
When you feel ready.

I will.

Let's play.

I love to see knowledge being
passed on.

- Easy does it.
- Ah, you got it.

- I can't grab it.
- Come on, Zoltan. That's it.

- Zoltan !
- What are you doing ?

- Zoltan, what was that ?
- Squeeze harder, Pavlos.

That's it, Zoltan.

Come on, come on, come on.
Pick up the pace.

Yes !
Yes ! We won ! Even with a setback.

It is a very angry rash.
In a hot, secret place.

It's not really the time.

It is this colour.
It will kill me soon.

Alright. Let's find a quiet corner.

Come this way, my doctor,
I know...

The pain is real

We find ourselves at war

With no hope for joy

- Right. I must just go.
- Now, I will translate.

"I feel dead inside.
I am crying all the time."

"We are in the...
We are in the..."

- What is it ?
- In the way ? In the conservatory ?

No. "We are in..."

Wouldn't you prefer a cheerier song ?

I'm Henry the eighth, I am

She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam

I'm a bit of an oaf, I am

Yes, now I can see that wouldn't work.

I should really be downstairs helping.

One more.

Spiros says divide
the cube root of 64 in half,

and give the answer
in your second language.

- Dyo !
- Two !

Deux.

- Two.
- Wait.

Spiros says, shake your
scaphoid bone in the air.

- Get down on the floor and roll over.
- Yes !

- Bye, Margo.
- He didn't say "Spiros says."

- I'm not playing any more.
- Aw. Margo.

- Come, Pavlos.
- Yay, Gerry.

- Gerry !
- Ah, Gerry.

Have you met Florence's niece,
Nelly, properly ?

- Er, no. Good evening.
- How do ?

Oh, why don't you two join me
in the kitchen, where it's quieter.

- Leslie, I'm looking forward to...
- Oh, busy here.

Ah, well, come through.

I'm looking...

I'm looking forward...

I'm looking forward
to our baby's parties.

Right.

So, are you scared of having the baby ?

Oh, no. Why spoil the joy
by being scared ?

There. That's much nicer.

Now you can get to know
each other quietly here.

The party gets better and better.

I hope that's reassured you.

Although it looked angry,
it's... perfectly harmless.

- Are you sure, Pavlos ?
- Yes.

Save your people Lord
and bless your inheritance !

Oh my Virgin Mary !

I'll get a ladder.

I hear Yorkshire has some
stunning habitats for birds of prey.

- Does it ?
- Yes.

That's a good beer.

- I don't like beer.
- Glad you said that. Nor do I.

- Why am I sitting here with you ?
- I've no idea.

Thank you.

It was nice here with you,

but I don't think we could ever
be boyfriend and girlfriend.

What are you going on about ?

You're a flamin' kid.
I'm a worldly-wise woman.

Stupid, embarrassing mother.

So, you like me more now ?

You know I always liked you.
It's just when you stopped being Daphne

and became the mother of a child
I thought I didn't want...

And now ?

Come here.

We are at war

Without hope for happiness !

Goodbye.

It's important that men
are sad together sometimes.

No, it isn't. And I wasn't sad

until you dragged me
into your crucible of despair.

I'm starting to envy the bugs who knock
themselves out on the window.

Sorry.

I'm going downstairs... on the off
chance that anyone's still there.

Come on !

Apart from anything, mother is twice
as happy whenever you're around.

But first, quickly,
and without singing about it,

you have to tell me,
what is the matter with you ?

People change.

Sometimes, you feel
that you know someone...

but it turns out...

you don't.

Who are you talking about ?

Dancing and drinking.

I must say,
I'm not a very good dancer, so...

- You need to talk to Spiros.
- Oh, what's happened ?

He said not to tell you, but...

his wife has left him.

- Can I take my shoes off ?
- Yes, of course.

Do you want to dance with me ?

Galini !

I wanted to come before, but I was
looking after my little brother.

It's OK.

Happy birthday.

Oh. It is now you're here.

Oh, it's the dog-worming powder I need.

Thank you so much.

Come on.

- What's that ?
- This ? Oh, nothing really.

"Do you understand me at all ?
No surprise the young fly the nest"

"to make their own way in freedom
without your suffocating embrace."

He's just experimenting with verse...

It's all right.
Gerry's not the first angry adolescent.

I just thought I was his friend,
as well as his parent.

Come on. That never works.
Friendships are two-a-penny.

Why would you want that
when you're his mother ?

And, a stonking row is much
more illuminating than civility.

It has never been the same
since I single-handedly defended

an innocent postmistress
from an unruly mob.

There were a dozen of them
hell-bent on stealing postal orders.

No more doctoring.
I'm here to enjoy myself !

Wait, everyone come back.
We can't hear the music.

- Oh, come on. We have to go home.
- What ?

Now, where did I leave the baby ?
Oh, yes. Kitchen.

Nelly !

Ten years learning to become a doctor.

I should have followed my dream,
become a dancer.

Yes, darling. Come on.

A dancer ? Oh, yes. A dancer.

As Gerry's been making
a fuss about being older...

let me round off the evening
with this note of levity.

As a policeman, I should advise you
that vandalism can carry a sentence...

Oh, shut up.

You look like you're finally in love.
Are you happy to be having a baby ?

It's been a very emotional evening.

No, it's fine. I'll answer.

Yes, I am glad we're having a baby,

and I'm ashamed it took me
this long to feel that way.

Blimey.

Excellent. Since we're getting
everything out in the open...

No, I'll only mess it up.

I have to go.

You can tell me anything.
You know that, don't you ?

Or any of us.
You're like the sixth Durrell.

Unless that's a depressing thought.

You already have the sixth Durrell.

Tell Gerrys... happy birthday.

- Everyone's changing.
- Except me, actually.

- Come on. Let's walk you home.
- Thank you.

- And I'll walk you home.
- Thank you.

I'm sorry, Frank.
You're the only young male available.

Do you mind me talking to you
like this ?

Everyone else seems to have a partner.

Well, except Larry,
and God knows who he's got lined up.

And perhaps Spiros. And he's gone.

Get some sleep. I'll go downstairs
and make up a bed for Galini.

No. Stay.

Thank you for throwing me
a birthday party. I enjoyed it.

Oh, look, your pants are on fire.

I feel like I'm always messing up
and having to apologise to you, but...

I won't apologise for wanting
you to stay 12 forever.

Because I will always love you...

but you are especially
perfect right now.

Or I was when I was 12...
because I'm 13 now.

Oh, yes. Yes, so I gather.

And I'll always love you, too.

I know you saw my... attempted poem

but, that was a, well...
let's call it a first draft.

- This is what I really mean.
- Oh, right.

"You understand me completely,
with occasional lapses,"

"and when I fly away, it will always be
to return to your embrace,"

"here, in this mad, warm nest of love,
where one day I will make you a zoo."

"It's what you've always wanted.
Trust me."

Thank you.

Two highly-strung writers in the house.

- No wonder I'm weeping.
- Night-night.

Dr. Petridis ? Is that you ?

I heard you were kindly giving
discreet consultations in the cupboard.

Hello.

Thank you for a lovely party,
Mrs. Durrell.

- Where did she spring from ?
- It is a party, isn't it ?

I'll walk you home.
Well, part the way home.

Right, let's go.

- Mrs. Durrells.
- Spiros.

I think you know already.

My wife has left me.

Oh, Spiros.

And taken the children
to her mother in Athens.

I couldn't tell you because...

I'm ashamed... that I...

- I have let my family break apart.
- No.

Why has she gone ?

I don't know.

I lent money and I lose it.

I spend too much time
with other people... including you.

Maybe we're different now.

And she... she has just
fallen out of love with me.

What do you feel about her ?

I don't know.

I just can't bear not having
my children near me.

Anyway...

I'm glad I've told you.

It is not easy.
The house seems very quiet.

I'm sure.

I must go.

I saw several couples
on the road, walking home.

I should drive them.

If I can't be happy, at least they can.

You know, you can... be happy.

End of episode 6, season 3