All language subtitles for the.durrells.s04e01.dvdrip.x264-ouija

Here, let me give you a hand.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

There we go.

(SQUAWKING)

Gerry, stop that pelican squawking
or I'll throw a typewriter on its head!

GERRY: Mother, stop Larry squawking.

Shoo.

MARGO: You're very sweet but you look
about 14 and only come up to my chest.

Someone bang the exciting new gong.

Quick, put this on.

- You must be joking.
- It's a big moment.

(GONG RINGING)

(GONG RINGING IN DISTANCE)

(SHEEP BLEATING)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

What's she saying?

Too many bloody foreigners in the house.

We are not foreign, Lugaretzia.
You are foreign.

I'm certainly not foreign.

Cometh the cocktail hour,
cometh the man.

You gonged the exciting new gong?

LOUISA: Yes, I did,

because the builders have finally left
and the penthouse floor is ready.

So, now we are up and running
as a high grade guest house

I'll have to charge all my lodgers

the full weekly rent of 80 drachma.

Larry, can we be your girlfriends
and move into your room?

Oh, all right.

(BOTH GIGGLING)

Well...

I think it's thrilling.

Guests, a venture to be proud of,

and a chance to heal
the sadnesses of the past.

Will you please stop growing.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Bacon, known locally as noumbolo.

Eggs and vegetables from the garden,

and orange juice,
enlivened with kumquat.

Thank you.

Now that I'm paying the full ticket,

a chaser of porridge
would slide down very nicely.

But of course.

You will explode.

It's a risk I'm happy to take.

(GOAT BLEATING)

Good morning, Spiros.

Mrs Durrells.

The postman asked me to take this to you

because he couldn't be bothered.

Thank you.

It's either Margo's fashion magazines
or Leslie's gun ones.

Pretty or dead seems to be the choice.

It's strange not seeing you, since...

Yes.

How are your children?

(SCOFFS)

- Noisy.
- And your wife?

Pleased to be back, I think.

Ah, wonderful to see you, Spiros.

- Oh, congratulations.
- Thank you, yes.

It's going very well.

I hear you're running a bawdy house.

Uh, a boarding house.

Yes, well, starting.
We only have one paying guest.

- Basil.
- Lf you hear of any lodgers,

especially rich or barmy,
do send them our way.

That won't be necessary.

So...

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

(GUN FIRES)

You need to be friends
with Spiros again.

Can't. Look where that got me.

Months of snivelling.

I know, but apart from missing him

we're all really tired
of having to walk everywhere.

I'm working hard
and I'm not thinking about Spiros.

- Don't mention him again.
- (GUN FIRES IN DISTANCE)

Les and I both have emotional scars.

He's obviously healing his
by reverting to his more basic self.

I saw Daphne in town with her baby.

Oh, poor Les.

Yes! You effing beauty!

Not that he was ready to be a father.

Gerry.

Here.

It's all right.

I'll go in and polish
the exciting new gong.

Here.

- Now, he followed me.
- Followed you home, yes, yes.

(GASPS) He's gorgeous.

He's a barn owl.

Roger can't get over the fact

that he can swivel his head
all the way around.

Stop talking, please. I need to write.

- Well, do it in your room.
- Impossible.

The girls are up there
snoring and farting.

It's a dancer thing.

They love to express themselves
with their bodies.

You won't let him get in the way
of any of the guests, will you?

The guest. England's worst solicitor.
So bad that he's been sent on holiday.

There'll be more.

Well, they better be animal lovers.

'Cause I'm going ahead with my plan
for a proper zoo here.

A complete animal experience
with a breeding programme.

Wild life and area enclosures
and now a mascot.

Ulysses, the owl,

who embodies the wisdom
of the animal kingdom.

Theo, where do you stand
on nipped in waist dresses?

It's a massive issue.

I need to read up about it
before I comment.

Life's moving on.

I feel I need a new challenge.

(SIGHS)

Be very careful what you say.

Who did your dreadful hair?

Oh, I like its boldness.

I didn't want bold.
I wanted soft and attractive.

Who did it?

Mrs Lekkas.

I think she was trained by clowns.
The others are even worse.

That's a worrying face.

Can I have a few days off?

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Customer?

Welcome.

I hope you don't mind stairs.

Now, this is newly appointed
and rather swish.

I like to be by the sea.

How long are you thinking of residing?

Perhaps a week. I will pay you now.

You're not going to haggle.
Are you sure you're Greek?

In return, I'm writing a book,
so I need to be left in peace, please.

Oh, of course.
My son, Lawrence, is a novelist.

- Ah.
- Don't read his books.

He's become very smutty
and rather awkward.

And yet you are very proud.

Yes, yes I am.

Nobody wants a child who is like them.

That is like giving more bread
to the baker.

I think we're going to get on.

- (GIRL SCREAMING AND LAUGHING)
- LARRY: My turn, my turn.

Ignore that giggling.
That's him with one of his girlfriends.

And ignore any animal noises

or gunfire.

How blessed you are.

Two writers in the house.

Three, if you count
animal boy's scribblings.

Mr Vangelatos is rather more modest
than you about it.

Yeah and I bet he doesn't claim
that each of his so-called books

reinvents the wheel.

If you think all wheels are the same,

I'm gonna make you a car out of a bike,

a tractor, a go-kart and a Ferris wheel.

Perfect, and I'll drive it
over your face.

LOUISA: Thank you.

You could both do with some
of Mr Vang's generosity of heart.

- Why are you home early?
- I've found my vocation.

I'm setting up a hair and beauty salon.

Ugh, please stick to something
that exercises your mind.

Most men already think
of women as brain-dead.

Let me set you right about
female emancipation, Larry.

I'm off.

It's about the right to choose.

Not the right to stick at a boring job
her brother thinks she should do.

BASIL: Finally.

LOUISA: Lunch is served.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Hello! Oh, don't let me
interrupt your writing

if it's flowing.

- No, it's not writing day.
- Yes.

People don't realise,
we authors aren't typists

we're penseurs.

I think you're more
of a penseur than me.

So, just to fill you in on us Durrells,

father died when we were young,

so, mother has wells of resource
but she's always relied on us...

Me, to shore her up.

(CLICKS TONGUE)
Families are monstrous, of course.

No doubt Bruegel was inspired
by Christmas with his relatives.

(CHUCKLES)

Do you write about your family?

No, I should, really.

But they don't deserve it.

Maybe Gerry will. He's kinder than me.

What do you write about?

(GULPS)

The people.

Right.

What people?

(CLICKS TONGUE) I don't want
to talk about writing.

Ah!

Ha.

What do you think?

My petit boudoir.

I'm prepared to give you
free introductory

fashion advice or a hair cut.

- Mother does my hair.
- Yes, and look at it.

I take my lead from the animal kingdom.

Clearly. All right.

Fashion.

I can make you a nice bow tie
by cannibalising some old knickers.

- Les.
- No, don't trust you.

So, do you own this house.

Yes, of course we do.

Gosh.

Oh, no, I...
I mean this house.

Oh, yes.

And a castle in Tuscany.

No. We usually have to pawn
something to pay the rent.

So, hide your cufflinks.

Am I not to be joined by my co-tenant?

Er, no. He likes to eat in his room,

simply, and without fuss.

Portions befitting a single human being,
rather than a barbershop quartet.

Now,

do you see the mistake
you've made there?

I did mention that I gag on tomatoes.

Someone offer to help.

Squeeze three oranges
and a kumquat into a glass,

put it on the tray in the kitchen,
and take it upstairs to Mr Vangelatos.

And don't roll your eyes at me.

Mr Vangelatos isn't a writer, you know.

What? Are you sure?

He's lying and he's jumpy.

Nonsense.

Speaking as a solicitor emeritus,

one has seen these types before.

Vagabond thieves moving

- from house to house.
- Shh!

And his name, Lazaros Vangelatos.

Reeks of contrivance.

Well, I'm a trained policeman,

so, I'll cunningly get
the truth out of him.

(SIGHS)

In terms of me,

I'm rather saddened by my laundry.

Could it be crisper?

Excuse me, quick visit to the lav.

One meal in, one out.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Supper for one.

Thank you.

So...

What's your game? What are you up to,
really, staying here, hmm?

I'm just trying to make my way
in this unjust world.

As you are.

Well...

Yes, I am.

I'm sorry if I seem awkward.

You have the gift of confidence.

Thanks,

but, actually, no, not really.

(SIGHS) I'm horribly misunderstood
by my family.

Oh, that's very sad.

I'm like my father was, man of action.

And now you're considered stupid
if you like simple, honest things

like physical work...

And guns.

I nearly became a father

with Daphne.

She's so beautiful.

She carried what I thought was my baby

for six months...

But it was another chap's.

Oh, um...

Are you all right?

The question is, are you?

Embrace change.

It is painful but necessary.

The future is yours.

You're such a good listener.

(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Leslie!

Spiros, thank you for recommending the
Durrell guest house to Mr Vangelatos.

He hid his face a bit under his hat.

I hope he's not peculiar.

No, we love him.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Is he talking to us?

He's being rude about you
because you're not Greek.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Wasn't shouting, was I?

Sorry, Spiros.

Hello.

Hello.

Do you always carry a hat stand, now?

No, I just bought it for the house.

Nice.

I haven't seen you in a while.

No.

I was in Athens with my grandmother,

getting help with the baby.

Ah, yes.

I hear it's quite a shock
no matter how prepared you are.

Yes.

I left my father with her
for ten minutes.

He's white with fear.

It is no fun.

You're the lucky one.

Yes, aren't I?

I, er...

I built my family a new lavatory.

Well done.

I have dreams that it's our baby,
and we're together in a little house.

- Any plans for the weekend?
- Yes.

Erm, sitting in my room.

That's boring. Join us downstairs.

Beards are very d�mod�.

- Why don't I shave yours off?
- No, no!

I'm sorry, no, I need it.

They're all desperately wondering
what you're doing here

but as a beauty professional,
I pass no judgements.

I...

(STAMMERING) Made a mistake.

(SOBBING)

Let it all out.

What kind of mistake?

A big one.

I'm sure it's not bad as all that.

No, it is bad.

But, maybe I'd do it again. Differently.

Or not. Hard to say.

Well, it's always important
to forgive oneself.

Would you like a manicure?

You have done ghastly things to my hair,
haven't you?

Yeah.

(POLICE SPEAKING GREEK)

Louisa Durrell.

Ah, superintendent.

- And is it a super to see me?
- (LOUISA LAUGHS)

We agreed to have a drink, remember?

- No, I don't think that was me.
- Yes, it was.

When your son Leslie
was in the police force.

Ah...

Well, sadly I'm too busy now
running our guest house.

If you have a hotel, I must visit
to make sure everything is in order.

It is, but do send one of your men over
if you don't trust me.

I will and I will come myself.

Yes, you do that.

I hear you do not see
your crooked taxi driver any more.

- Ah, the clever one.
- ALL: Theo!

Hello, Margo.

- I've come for my haircut.
- Ooh...

(LESLIE CHUCKLES)

Is that not a good idea?

What? Yes.

You have no experience.

And how else will I ever get any?

I don't mind a few rough edges.

You made it downstairs.

Oh, God, did Margo do your hair?

- Yes.
- Margo, I'm cancelling.

ALL: Oh.

BASIL: Oh, it's the ruddy owl.

(SCREECHING)

- (ALL GROANING)
- That is...

Regurgitated mouse, anyone?

And owls are supposed to be clever?

Owl wisdom is profounder than humans',

but if it's cheap tricks you're after,
I can arrange that.

- Come on, come on.
- (OWL SCREECHES)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Many gentlemen. One mule.

Did Margo do that to your hair?

- Yes.
- Well, let that be a lesson to us all.

Before you attempt to flee,
do you wanna tell them or shall I?

Theo, you're being peculiar.

You'll get a sympathetic hearing here.

What's going on?

He's on a wanted poster
in the police station.

- Attempted murder.
- I didn't try to kill anyone.

But it's true,
I wanted to hurt him badly.

THEO: I hate violence of any kind,

but I asked my friends in Athens
who know,

and they say it was a political act.

Targeting a brutal fascist.

He put friends in prison.

I meant to shoot him in the leg,
to show anger,

but he bent down to tie his shoe lace.

And by mistake, I...
I shot him in the...

This part.

- It's the loin.
- Private parts.

Testes.

Look, we hate Greece's drift
towards fascism.

The Nazis are polluting Europe,
country by country.

And Greece is next.

Radical solutions are required.

We must join together.

Oh, spare me the water works.

You shot a man,

and now you descend on us
with some jumped-up idealism

and endanger my family.
Well, how dare you.

- Now, hang on a minute.
- LOUISA: No.

No, I have slaved away
to get this place on its feet,

and now we'll be shut down
and hated for harbouring a murderer.

It wasn't murder.
And he won't get a fair trial.

I don't care.

I want you to leave by tomorrow.

Look, I like him, too,

but we shouldn't be
hiding ruthless revolutionaries.

- You're such a copper.
- You're such an arsehole.

- Lf he's found, he'll be incarcerated.
- Ugh, that's horrible.

Are you thinking of "castrated"?

Sorry, yes.

Imprisoned for life or worse.

As a family, we support the underdog.

You wouldn't be saying that if he'd shot
Mahatma Gandhi in the bollocks.

What's your problem?

I think you know what it is.

(ALL SNICKERING)

Well, you wanted them crisp.

I shall be making a deduction from
next week's rent for client mockery.

It was an accident.
I got the starch wrong.

I tried the shirt on.
I looked like a cubist painting.

(SNICKERING)

Moving onto something less contentious.

- Good vocabulary.
- Thank you.

I've been, er, drawing up some plans
for the new zoo.

- And, er...
- (SQUAWKING)

- LARRY: Nice barnet.
- What have you done to him?

- Improved his look.
- No, you haven't.

- She has.
- She has, actually.

- (SCOFFS)
- Well, I'm inspired by Mr Vangelatos.

- He pursued his passion and so am I.
- I agree.

- We should all be revolutionaries.
- (SQUAWKING)

Revolutionaries? I'll settle for a home
without stupid animals.

Shoo!

- I know this seems harsh, but...
- No, I understand.

So, where will you go?

I must find a boat and escape abroad.

I'm sorry.

But, to be honest, I'm fighting battles
and I couldn't face another one.

And I will be honest, only to you.

You're right.
I am a terrible revolutionary.

- I did it all for love.
- Oh.

I fell in love with a communist.

I wanted to win her over

by shooting the man
who put her father in prison.

That's so romantic. Sort of.

No, she said it was an example
of bourgeois sentimentality.

I'm sorry. I...

I cry easily when I think of who I love,

and can never have.

Me, too.

Till I learned to stop.

Look at you.

You won't get
to the bottom of the garden,

let alone abroad.

No, really. I'm as cunning as a fox.

Good luck, son. Viva la revolution.

- Don't try anything in Dorset.
- He's staying.

Oh.

- Why?
- Until he can engineer an escape.

You're so kind.

You can lie low with us for a while.
None of us will blow your cover.

What have you done?

I told the police superintendent
that we were taking in guests.

He's insisting on searching the premises
with his men.

- When?
- Anytime.

- (GROANING)
- We need a plan.

- We must get you away.
- MARGO: Hmm.

LESLIE: Eremites Cove is secluded.

That's the best place to drop a boat
and pick up Mr Vangelatos.

Er, no, what's his real name?

LOUISA: The less we know, the better.

Isn't that the kind of thing one says.

I'm bored! Could somebody else watch out
for the police now?

Oh! Oh, well done! Very discreet!
I'll get you a megaphone

so that even the deaf people
in the neighbourhood can hear you!

Why don't we get him off the island
on the ferry, disguised as a monk?

Too risky. The police know he's in Corfu
and what he looks like.

Washer woman?

I'm not good at this, am I?

LARRY: We need a boat.

- Coffee in the northern gazebo.
- Go make your own.

I've got better things to do
than flap around after you.

There's a fugitive upstairs.

- Erm...
- We wouldn't have needed

to take in guests, fugitive or normal,

if you hadn't buggered up Aunty's legacy
like the great idle walrus you are.

I may be a walrus,
but I am a paying walrus.

Spiros, I have a favour to ask.

Come into my office.

- I need a good boat with a motor.
- Why?

To take a friend of ours
away from Greece.

Basil? You wanna drown him?

No. Well, yes, but no. A Greek friend.

- What's his name.
- I can't say it.

How do you spell it?

No, I can pronounce it,
I don't want to say it.

It's a so-called communist fugitive.
He's staying with us.

- Your Mr Vangelatos?
- (SHUSHING)

SPIROS: He's a wanted guy?
LESLIE: Yes.

He's a good man.

He needs to get
to the nearest safe country.

Okay.

I'm so sorry about you and mother.

Not as sorry as I am.

But she's safe, well, and wonderful.

Yes, she is.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(IN ENGLISH) Hello!
Beauty, hair cutting.

(CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)

Very cheap. I have my own scissors.

And I trim pets' hair rather well.

Well, have a think
and come back here tomorrow

to book an appointment.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(OLD MAN SPEAKING GREEK)

(GRUNTING)

- Ah, Super.
- Mr Durrell.

- What brings you to our house?
- Would like to visit new guest house

to make sure everything is in order.

(SHOUTING) Everyone! The superintendent
and two nice policemen

are going to check
that everything's in order.

Lots of people are snoozing.

- Superintendent.
- Leslie.

Can I ask you one thing?
Er, out here, because it's personal.

What?

- Can I have my old job back?
- SUPERINTENDENT: No.

But I'm a natural policeman.
I hate injustice, love a uniform...

(SIGHING)

Ah, Superintendent, what a joy.

You must sit and have tea and cake.

(STAMMERING) All of you. I know how much
you bobbies love your pastries.

Only me.
My men will examine the house. Go.

I'm excited to be in your quarters.

- I need to see your search warrant.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

You can't come up.
My girlfriend's naked.

Er, she's ferocious. Australian.

And will scream, so I'd...
I'd give her a moment.

LARRY: We can do this.

- Make sure it's tight... Okay, go.
- LESLIE: Yes, yes. (GRUNTING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(SIGHING)

- You are a pretty lady.
- (CHUCKLING SOFTLY)

I'm a handsome man.
We should be lovely together.

Oh. Yes.

You sleep alone. That is a waste.

Well, not really.
See, I thrash about in bed.

I thought so.

Oh, no. Not in that way.

No... I'm just...

- GERRY: Wait...
- (POLICEMEN SPEAKING GREEK)

Hello, the police,
let me show you my owl, Ulysses.

Isn't he magnificent?

Er, take your time.
Give him a... A stroke.

(ALL GROAN)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(IN ENGLISH) The boy's owl
has gobbled the pretty mouse.

If I wanted to be gobbled,
it wouldn't be by you.

And Spiros is not crooked.
He is painfully honourable.

I will inspect the house.

We have information
you are hiding a communist desperado.

LARRY: Grab the rung.

(POLICEMEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(GRUNTING)

(SIGHING)

I'm not going up.

Mum, what do we do now?

VERONICA: Hi.
DOROTHY: You're not allowed up here.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Excuse me?

GERRY: You can't go up there.
LOUISA: Wait!

GERRY: You can't go up there!
VERONICA: Put back our things nicely!

- GERRY: You have no warrant!
- (ALL YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

LESLIE: Oh, my God.

LARRY: No!
LESLIE: Wait!

We meet again, Superintendent.

LARRY: No, no, no.

- We need to get something to help.
- LARRY: Get what?

- (SPEAKING GREEK)
- (GROANS)

(WHIMPERING)

- (GRUNTING)
- LESLIE: Careful. That's it.

(ALL GASPING)

LOUISA: Go right. Down.
LESLIE: That's it. Nearly there.

- (GASPING)
- (GROANING) I can't watch.

I've got it. I've got it. I've got it.

I know what's happened.

I heard you shouting
about a communist desperado.

Guilty. That'll be me.

Yep. Who would have thought?

Like a lot of posh Brits,
I've toyed with Marxism.

Before realising it was tosh.

That's it.

(STRUMMING GUITAR)

So proud.

Move.

Quick.

Hmm...

(SIGHING)

(PANTING)

So, we'll wait here

and hope that Spiros found a boat.

Amelia went back to her old lover.

He's a better revolutionary than me.

- Oh.
- LAZAROS: And I shot a man.

That is so bad.

Love makes us do crazy things.

Sweet madness.

So, this man, Spiros, is your lover?

No. His wife would have to die first.

- Do you want me to do anything about it?
- (LAUGHING) Don't joke.

Anyway, you'd only miss.

I used to confide in Spiros

in a way I can't even with Larry.

Or anyone.

It's why I feel adrift.

The guest house
was supposed to give me purpose.

We all need purpose, don't we?

Keep your family safe and well.
Overthrow a government.

Change the world with a novel.

Love animals.

- You're a terribly good listener.
- Oh, yes. I've been told.

Spiros is such a lovely man.

But we can't be together.

Why?

I know he wants to be with me.

He should be rescuing me as well as you.

You must talk to him again
for your own sanity.

And then, who knows?

Be kinder to yourself.

It's a classic cleft stick.

How do you fight
the authoritarian state?

Brutally, then you're
playing their game.

I hope they haven't fallen
off the cliff.

Passively, then you're
a de facto supporter and an apologist.

- Too many words.
- The more I think about it,

the closer Vangelatos and I are.

My novels are bullets bringing down
the forces of literary oppression.

- That's balls.
- Are they really?

The books are actually important!

Right, so I've recced and I don't think
we're being watched.

Larry, find Spiros.
See what's happening with that boat.

So, I said, "I may be a solicitor,
but if you prick us,

- "do we not bleed?"
- (YELLING)

Basil, Lugaretzia, dancers.

If the police arrive,
tell them we've gone on a picnic.

You don't know where.

- And what shall I do?
- Put the owl down.

- Oh, no. Don't do that.
- No, put the owl down.

Right, with... With you.

And we'll go to the cove,
in case something's gone wrong.

Leslie's like handsome general.

I've not been included again, have I?

Do you ever feel
like you've outgrown your family?

GERRY: Here they are.

We brought food and water.

Here, you'll need these

- for your journey.
- No, not now.

- Look.
- Where?

- Where? I can't see it.
- Look, kestrel. Just above the headland.

But there is something.

Come on.

(GASPING)

Ah. Just in time to say goodbye.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Spiros, what can I say?

Nothing. And he's on his way to Malta.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(IN ENGLISH) Sell it.
You'll need money to survive.

The owner owes me a favour.

- Goodbye. This is a sad moment.
- You bloody liar.

I brought you a fascinating book
to read on your journey.

- It's about even-toed ungulates.
- LAZAROS: Thank you.

- What a treat.
- Don't get them muddled up

- with the odd-toed ungulates...
- All right, shut up, Gerry. My turn.

(SIGHING) It's very old,
but you might need it.

No. I am a pacifist now.

That's a bit of an overreaction.

If there is war, we'll have to get used
to these sorts of ordeals.

Criss-crossing the Mediterranean
to search for safety.

Please come to the house in an hour.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

LESLIE: Bye!

It's too sad being strangers.

I know. Can we stop?

Yes, please.

LAZAROS: Goodbye!

LOUISA: Goodbye!

How did it go?

Beautifully.
Mr Vangelatos is on his way to safety.

As sole guest,
you have my full attention, Basil.

Well, in fact, I realised
I've been a goon and a swine,

so, I... Well, we wanted to thank you
for putting up with us.

VERONICA: (SOFTLY HUMMING) Ta-da!

Well, I'm touched.

- Ha.
- BASIL: Uh, not you.

Just your mummy.

Now, I know some of you have your doubts

about Ulysses's intelligence,

and suitability as a mascot of my zoo,
given his history of vomiting,

but prepare to be disabused.

- Ooh, good vocabulary.
- Thank you.

Now, come on, boy. Yes.

(SCREECHING)

Ulysses, come on.

Hop.

Ulysses, hop.

Ta-da!

- GERRY: Hmm.
- Hmm.

Margo, where were you?

Don't worry about me.
I've been planning my life.

- Did Van make it?
- Mmm, yes. He's headed for Malta.

Oh, thank God.
As I wasn't there to wish him well,

I did this for him.

Come on, sweetheart.

- (GASPING)
- (ALL LAUGHING)

(SHEEP BLEATING)

I made the hair dye myself.

Red for revolution. White for peace.

Never mind the revolution crap,

those are the colours
of good old St George.

Now, don't gang up.

We love Margo.
Sorry, darling. Have a bun.

You can't fob me off this time.

I'm opening a salon in Corfu Town.

My life's about to begin.

No, Margo,
you can't make big announcements.

- Why not?
- Because I am. I'm moving out.

Spiros is going to drive me up
to Kalami.

What? No. Why? Where?

It's up the coast. It's paradise.
Nothing to do but write.

Despite what you may think,
I take my art seriously.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

I'll write letters.

Brilliant letters.

And look. Spiros.

Back the way it used to be.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)