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(GOAT BLEATING)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(SPIROS SPEAKING IN GREEK)

Kalimera.

(IN ENGLISH) Kalimera, Miss Durrells.

I don't think you have
met my wife Dimitra.

(IN ENGLISH) No.

(SLOWLY) No, I have, er,
seen you in the distance.

(IN ENGLISH) How nice
to finally meet you.

Ah, you speak English.

Spiros taught me. He loves the English.

And I love the Greeks. (CHUCKLES)

Thank you for letting us
see so much of Spiros

since we've lived here.

Thank you for paying him.

Oh, he means much more to us than that.

We must let you go.

Yes. L-I'm just buying for a picnic.

So, that's nice.

Well...

You must come along.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Anyway...

Oh, thank you. We will. When?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

LESLIE: Another top-notch lunch
at the Durrell guest house.

You may applaud.

(OWL SCREECHES)

(GOAT BLEATS)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

No lunch for me, Luga...

Er, what is it?

LESLIE AND BASIL: Retzia.

I tell you every day.

How am I supposed to
remember a name like Luga...

LESLIE AND BASIL: Retzia.

As an aide-memoire, it rhymes with...

COUNTESS DE TORRO: I shall call you...

Jill.

(DOOR OPENS)

(BOTH GREETING IN GREEK)

(SCREECHING)

(EXHALES)

Er...

Efcharisto.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(IN ENGLISH) Yes.

Lawrence Durrell,

Tasos Koskinas, the White House,
Kalami. (CHUCKLES)

And Miss Margo Durrell

- c/o Geoffrey and Prudence. England.
- Yeah.

England. Eh!

- Morning, Miss.
- Morning.

Argh!

Aaargh!

Sodding ruddy argh!

- Hello.
- Hello.

You're Gerald Durrell.

Yes, how can I help?

I have this for you.

Oh.

Oh...

Pogona vitticeps. Wonderful.

I like how lizards
can amputate their tail

to shake off a predator.

And the detached tail keeps on wiggling
to confuse the other animal.

Why did you bring him to me?

You love animals. People tell me.
Keep.

No. No, you keep.

Find out all about him

and show all your friends

and then let him go.

I like them here for a while,
but they're better off under the sky.

(INDISTINCT SINGING IN THE DISTANCE)

COUNTESS DE TORRO:
# Hold your hand out

# Oh, naughty boy

# Hold your hand out

# Naughty boy #

Though some are better kept indoors.

[TAPS DOOR KNOCKER]

Hello, Aunty, Uncle.

What?

Did you not get my letter?

No. What did it say?

That I was coming to stay.

I don't really know
anyone else in England

now Aunt Hermione's died.

I haven't been here since I was 15.

Sorry, have you got a full house?

No.

But it'll take a massive amount
of organising.

I can go to London, if you prefer.

No, you better come in.

MARGO: Great.

It's a bit of a surprise. That's all.

GEOFFREY: We're creatures of habit.

I've often thought
that without habit,

Prue and I would scurry around
like headless chickens.

Hmm.

It's like a tiny museum.

Oh, sorry. That was probably rude.

Why have you left Greece?

- Is it because it's abroad?
- No.

I want to find myself.

I'm sorry. What, dear?

I suppose I would like to learn
to be confident by being more normal.

- Good.
- That's the ticket.

Not that being normal is everything.

- Well, I think it is.
- Yes.

How's your mother?

We enjoyed seeing her
last year in London.

Well, not exactly "enjoyed".

No.

Not enjoyed.

We're sailing up the coast
on Saturday to visit Larry

and have a picnic.

Be careful.

The sea is a grave made of water.

(LAUGHS)

I'd love to read
your dictionary of definitions.

Hey, come with us.

You know, not to work, but as a guest.

Me?

Yeah, well, after all these years here,
you're family now.

Should I go and talk to her?

Yes.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

I know.

I hate shopping, too.

No.

I just met Spiros's wife
for the first time.

I was in a shop

and she came in with Spiros.

Four years without meeting
and now she starts going shopping.

(LESLIE SIGHS)

What did you say?

I invited her and Spiros on our picnic
and she said yes.

What? Why?

I was being polite and friendly.

(GROANS)

Well, she obviously wants to get
a proper look at you.

You and Spiros aren't talking,
but want to.

This is actually good.

No, Leslie, it's actually bad.

It'll be awkward and painful.

And Dimitra will turn up
with her trump cards, her children.

Not literally, they're away in Athens.

And her sultry Greekness.

And above all,

her unattainable,
quietly lovely husband.

Well, I'll respect them
as a married couple,

we'll have a nice day,

I won't compare us or judge her,
nor she me,

or interfere in any way.

LESLIE: What's your favourite sandwich?

THEO: What a super day in prospect.

I've brought my swimming costume.

I have quite an impressive cannonball
in my arsenal.

(HONKING)

LESLIE: All right.

GERRY: Everything's fine.
Everyone, just relax.

Nothing strange or unusual happening.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- SPIROS: Hello.
- Spiros!

Dimitra, this is Leslie Durrell.

You. How lovely.

- Again.
- Twice in one week.

- We are becoming old friends.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

(GOAT BLEATING)

Er, this my other son Gerry.

The animal boy.

- Well, I wouldn't call him...
- Yes, I'm happy with that.

- You must know Theo.
- (SPEAKING GREEK)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

And this is Basil.

And Lugaretzia,

who is just recovering
from one of her illnesses.

(PELICAN GRUNTING)

Please.

(THEO SPEAKING GREEK)

DIMITRA: (IN ENGLISH) Do they bite?
GERRY: Yes.

(CONVERSING IN GREEK)

Why did you let your wife say yes
to coming on this trip?

Why did you invite her?

I panicked.

She's been this big absent figure
in my life for so long

and suddenly, there she was,
by the hanging cheeses.

...the beak there is rubberised...

You and I have done nothing wrong.

- I know.
- Yeah.

Why are you telling me that?

Maybe you and she will hit it on.

Hit it off.

You see? When I'm getting nervous
my English goes to pot.

Goes to pot?

Yes.

LESLIE: Right. Listen up, everyone.

There are eight of us,
plus a stupid dog.

You're a stupid dog.

And transport is one boat
and one motorcar.

Now, Lugaretzia gets carsick.

Well, she gets seasick
as well, actually,

but it's easier to be sick in the sea.

I also suffer
from seasickness, in fact.

Oh, Theo.

Theo is perfect in every way.

No.

Now, Mrs Halikiopoulos...

Oh, that's a bit of a mouthful,
isn't it? (LAUGHS)

No.

Right. Well, I have you
down for the boat.

No, I go in my husband's car.

Car.

I'm happy to go in the boat.

GERRY: Roger and I will sail

so we can look out for
loggerhead turtles.

Well, that's five sailing
and only three in the motorcar.

Hmm, not ideal.

Here.

Erm,

Mother, you may as well go in the car.

MARGO: Dear Mother, Les and the boy,

I'm sitting in
Prue and Geoffrey's living room.

- Either the clock is very loud...
- (CLOCK TICKING)

... or Dorset is very quiet.

Do come along to the talk
I'm giving this morning, Margo.

- You'll be entertained royally.
- Thank you, beloved.

What is the title of the talk?

"My Life as an Insurance Broker."

Hmm.

What is that?

Insurance broking is...

Don't tell her yet.
Keep your powder dry.

- Indubitably.
- (CHUCKLES)

MARGO: Your cousin Prue and Geoffrey

are the most peculiar people
I've ever met.

I may be more normal than I thought.

Of course, if it wasn't for Basil
losing Aunt Hermione's legacy,

we'd have retired to a life in clover.

Calm now, or you'll stab yourself
with your knitting needle again.

You know Basil's staying
in our guest house now.

(EXHALES) Yes, I do.

- Look, you've bent it now.
- Oh, leave me alone!

I thought Basil was
a homosexual like Sven,

Mother's first boyfriend on Corfu.

But he turned out to be in love with her

and bought her a little bridge

mistakenly thinking
it was one of her favourite things.

It's all true.

Don't try and make me
look like the weird one.

(BLEATING)

You're looking rather anxious, Spiros.

Why is that?

I have a precious cargo.

You're very sweet.

I don't mean you.

(HERDER SPEAKING GREEK)

I love your dress, Dimitra.

Thank you. And I love yours.

Oh.

I love your trousers, Spiros.

(CHUCKLES) You're very funny, Basil.

Does Spiros often
take you out for drives?

Only when we first met,
when he was trying to impress me.

(BOTH SPEAKING GREEK)

(ALL CHUCKLE)

What are you saying?

My Greek's coming along well,
I know what they said.

- (GIBBERISH IN GREEK ACCENT)
- (LAUGHING)

Any better, Theo?

I'd rather be in the car.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I thought Mother and Mrs Spiros
should get to know each other better.

Fine. But Basil must die.

We will die first drowning.

Oh, cheer up, everyone.
Look, we'll have a nice big lunch and...

(BOTH GAGGING)

...then we'll see Larry again.

- That's not like you, Leslie.
- Well, I miss him.

I miss his ugly face.

(CHUCKLING)

A-ha.

Theo, look.

(SONG PLAYING)

LESLIE: All right? Lugaretzia.

(GROANS)

- GERRY: Look, flamingos.
- (RETCHES)

Why did you?

(DIMITRA SCREAMING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(INAUDIBLE)

We must never talk about this.

No, I will tell people.

- (EXPLOSION)
- What's that?

I fear it's fishermen
using dynamite to kill fish.

That is so cruel and disgusting.

It's punishable
by several years in prison,

but they risk it anyway.

I expect you approve,
as it's all hunting.

- Fun day out.
- I don't approve.

But I do approve of
throwing people in the sea

so they can learn their lesson!

Now, I know we're here for a picnic,

but you'll forgive me if we make
a bit of a fuss of my eldest, Lawrence.

Of course. Lawrence of Kerkyra.

(BASIL LAUGHS)

Oh, that is tremendous.

- It's a play on Lawrence of Arabia.
- Yes, I know that.

"Kerkyra" is Greek for Corfu.

Yes, I know that,
I've been here since 1935.

Larry?

Oh!

That's good timing.

Looks like Gerry's had a swim already.

You just can't stop them, can you?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

You know, I wrote to Larry
to tell him we were coming.

He's a writer. Very avant-garde.

Or as you say in Greece,
bloody rude! Ha!

He's probably gone for a walk.

Larry?

(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY IN FRENCH)

LARRY: Dear Tribe of Durrells,

or should I say,
Chere Tribu de Durrells?

Greetings from Paris,
where I am now living.

A passing yacht was heading for Italy,
so I hopped aboard.

It's a shame I couldn't say goodbye,

but I know you will understand.

The bastard's not here, is he?

I have no money,
but have badgered myself free lodging,

as my exquisite filthy novel

has had some succes d'estime

among the reliably sexual French.

(CHUCKLES)

It is wildly exciting here.

To quote St Augustine,

"The world is a book

"and those who do not travel
read only one page. "

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Larry may have drowned, of course.

I mean, I hope not.

THEO: So, Mrs Durrell,

how was your trip in the car?

Generally pleasant,

although I can't deny
there are tensions.

I'm sorry you vomited over Leslie.

Oh, you heard. Yes, I apologise.

No, I'm sorry for you, not Leslie.

As a child,
he was endlessly sick over me.

And then he'd usually
go to bed and wet it.

Twelve years of rubber sheets.

Mrs Durrells,
thank you for the excellent food.

Oh, well,
there's no need to be so official.

Don't stop him say
nice things about cooking.

It never happens to me.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

What are they saying?

I didn't hear.

Well, Spiros is always
very complimentary to me.

It's hard to say the right thing.

- (DISTANT EXPLOSION)
- (ALL GASP)

LESLIE: They're dynamiting fish!

Stop that right now!

LESLIE: Or you'll go to prison
for several years!

And I know because
I was in the Corfu police!

You absolute sods!

Gerry! Where did you
learn that language?

From Larry and Leslie and Margo
and you.

All right, only asking.

(SHOUTING IN GREEK)

(MAN REPLIES IN GREEK)

(IN ENGLISH) Was that too specific?

Knowing you, I'd imagine so.

(SHOUTING IN GREEK)

- (GOATS BLEATING)
- DIMITRA: Oh!

(DIMITRA AND LUGARETZIA
EXCLAIMING IN GREEK)

BASIL AND GERRY: Shoo! Get off!

Away!

You see, this is why
we should shoot animals!

- (GRUNTS)
- Fear not, everyone!

Dimitra, do not worry
your sensationally pretty head.

I'm sure there will be a taverna nearby,
and all will be well.

Right. Come on.

BASIL: I'll keep this safe.

LESLIE: One push,

and you and Spiros
could live happily ever after.

(IN ENGLISH) Looks like
it's here or nowhere.

Or we could get back in our vehicles
and find somewhere else?

No, let's not do that.

So, let's drink this now.

Dimitra, you are awash with good ideas.

No, it's a present for Larry.
Wherever he is.

- (BOTTLE SMASHES)
- LESLIE: Basil!

LESLIE: Oh, Basil!

That could have happened to anyone.

I think the phrase
you're looking for is,

"The drinks are on me."

(CHICKEN CLUCKING)

LOUISA: Go. Shoo.

(SPIROS SPEAKING GREEK)

(BANGS ON TABLE)

(SPIROS SPEAKING GREEK)

CAPTAIN CREECH: Oh!

At last, enchantresses.

(LAUGHS) Mrs Durrell,

pull up a bottom.

Just ignore him.

If he gives us any trouble,
we'll have him ejected by the landlord.

Now, what can I
serve you with, my dears?

In that case, we're leaving.

No, no, please,
can we just stay for a pie and a drink?

Yes, I... I do a lovely, er...

Er... Well, it's all lovely, look!

- You know this man?
- Captain Creech.

We meet about once a year
and something bad always happens.

Well, you're not getting any booze.

I should hope not. He's 14.

CAPTAIN CREECH: Ha! Didn't stop me.

I'd done everything
before I sprouted any body hair.

What are the chances of you being here?

Well, as a matter of fact,
I came to visit Larry,

pleasure-seeker like myself,

and the chap that owned this
offered me a very good deal.

So, where is he?

I believe he's running a brothel
in Albania.

LESLIE AND LOUISA: Larry.

Oh! Oh! Er, Paris.

- A different kind of paradise.
- (SIGHS)

He can't have received my letter.

CAPTAIN CREECH:
Oh, he didn't, it's here.

I gave it a good read, obviously.

I was very sorry to hear
your daughter Margo had jumped ship.

Bit of a mad one.

But you get a very appreciative mention.

That's very personal, son of a bitch.

(CAPTAIN CREECH CHOKING)

What did you write about Spiros
in your letter?

I imagine it was how precious he is

and how lucky you are to have him.

Yes, I am.

Yippee!

CAPTAIN CREECH: Well,
to show there's no hard feelings,

I'd like to serve you all lunch.

Eight drachma a head.

Payable in advance.

GEOFFREY: Was it all excitement?

- (MAN SNORING)
- No, it wasn't.

There were quiet years in the office.

- In fact, there were quiet decades.
- (PEOPLE YAWNING)

The... The 1900s.

They were rather quiet.

(SNORING CONTINUES)

Erm...

(MAN COUGHING)

There's a tremendous amount of filing
in insurance broking.

The risk of fire
was always on our minds.

Oh...

- MAN: Excuse me.
- Particularly during the, erm...

The quiet decades, which I...

I mentioned earlier.

All that paper going up.

- (SNORING CONTINUES)
- But it, erm...

It never happened.

(WOMAN YAWNING)

I'm going to bring this to a halt now,
a little early.

I think I may have overestimated
just how interesting my life was.

(APPLAUSE)

I loved that talk.

I'm Margo Durrell

and I'm lucky enough to be Geoffrey's
great-niece-in-law or something.

Sit down!

But it shows that even the most
grown-up of us can lose confidence.

So let me fill in for his shortened talk

by describing my life
on the Greek island of Corfu,

where my widowed mother
took us a few years ago to live.

My older brother Larry
calls Britain "Pudding Island,"

which he means meanly,

but who in their right mind
doesn't love pudding?

(CHUCKLING)

But if Britain's a pudding,
Corfu is, let's say,

a sensual platter of seafood,

sun-kissed vegetables
and exploding fruit.

CAPTAIN CREECH: There we are.

Wrap your gizzards round those, eh?
(CHUCKLES)

He trained at The Savoy, you know.

(CHUCKLING)

So, Basil, what are you doing
in this country?

I'm on a long holiday, really.

I've got some money set by.

Give it to me! (LAUGHS)

Righty-o! How would you like it,
cash or cheque?

- Or I can do jewellery.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

What a saucy laugh.

Gerry, how is your zoo?

Well, I want to open it to the public,
but it's still not ready.

Oh, if you're looking for more critters,

I've got two out the back that were
left by some rather stupid sailors.

Oh, no, no, Gerry can't take any more.

Oh, well, if you don't buy them,
I shall probably eat them.

I've given
the little shits fair warning.

- What are they?
- Oh, I dunno, badgers?

You'll have to ask them yourself.

(MUTTERING IN GREEK)

LESLIE: What are you muttering?

(IN ENGLISH) This is bad,
husband and wife like this.

Strangers.

I'm gonna go check on my boat.

CAPTAIN CREECH:
All enjoying themselves? Ah!

This is my friend Lefteris,

who is a dab hand at the santouri.

Would you like to be entertained?

Ten drachma.

Right...

Ten drachma not to play.

(JOYFUL CLAMOUR)

(CLAMOUR MUFFLES)

LARRY: Much as I enjoin
everyone to travel,

there is a melancholy
that you carry in your suitcase,

like a pair of weighty boots.

The joy of belonging,
to family, friends, a home,

is exchanged for the uncertainties
of the lunatic uncharted world.

I'm drinking a bottle of Bordeaux
I've just nicked,

so this letter could be long
and somewhat free-form.

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

Oi! Bugger off away from our boat!

I have friends
in the Corfu police force,

so you are playing with fire!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Yes, I should think so!

(SCREAMS)

(SIGHS)

So this is how they braid their hair
in the Ionian Islands.

WOMEN: Hmm...

Whereas in Turkey,
my last boyfriend was from Izmir,

they prefer something more like this.

Is this too much?

I think we're all far too conservative,
don't you?

(MUTTERING)

I've been thinking for some time
of going Titian.

Or blonde.

Or you could jump
straight to white hair.

(LOW CHUCKLE)

So, Margo,
you're a trained beauty advisor?

Self-taught.
I find that's so much more creative.

After all, nobody teaches one
how to make love.

(LOW EXCLAMATIONS)

No, I'm toying with formal training,

but I'm finding out a lot about myself,
so my future may lie elsewhere.

Margo's staying in our home.

She's very much part of
Prue's and my "gang".

We helped her through
her ugly spotty stage.

And that's positively Macedonian.

- (MUTTERING)
- WOMAN: Very good, isn't it?

(DISCORDANT TUNE PLAYING)

DIMITRA: So, what else
can go wrong today?

Let's see what the day brings, shall we?

Out of darkness comes light.

What darkness have you in your life?

Healthy children. Your English money.

Well, my husband died,

leaving me with four
actually rather troubled children.

Eh?

We have never had any money.

We came here
so that we could live cheaply.

But tell me about yourself.

What makes you unhappy?

Er... Being bored.

It's hard to imagine
being bored with Spiros.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, you will be surprised.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(WHISPERS) What are they saying?

I wish they'd argue in English.

He says she doesn't
like him much anymore.

Well, she is quite hard work.

To be fair,
she has entered the lion's den.

You are all quite intimidating.

No, we're not! Idiot.

Right.

Who wants to sing along to the...
Well, the weird instrument?

Anyone?

(SPEAKING GREEK)

There we are, boy.

All yours for, er, 25 drachma.

(ALL GASPING)

- BASIL: Bush babies!
- Skunks. Stand aside!

Lemurs from Madagascar.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- BASIL: Look at them.

SPIROS: Whoa.

SPIROS: (IN ENGLISH) What do they eat?
LOUISA: Anything not cooked by Creech.

BASIL: They're not interested
in the food.

- (DIMITRA EXCLAIMS)
- BASIL: Oh, my goodness.

Don't... Don't panic, Dimitra.

BASIL: I can't look.
THEO: Shh!

(LUGARETZIA EXCLAIMS IN GREEK)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(DOOR OPENS)

GERRY: Shut the door!
THEO: Keep them in!

All right, all right.

Right. You win.

Stop playing.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Did you not hear the explosion?

- What? No.
- They've blown up the Sea Cow.

Oh, darling, you loved that boat.

(SOLEMNLY) We must all
go home in the car.

Will this be all right?

Well, it's not built
for eight people,

a dog and two weasels.

- You should take it slowly.
- SPIROS: You think?

Thank you, slowly is a good idea.

I've never sat on a man's lap before.

- How are you finding it?
- Disconcerting.

Think of Basil as Father Christmas.

Ho-ho-ho, little boy.

I'll try standing up.

What a chance
to get to know each other even better.

We already know each other well enough.

(ENGINE SPLUTTERING)

(MUTTERING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(RECITING ARMENIAN POETRY)

(PELICAN GRUNTING)

Mmm...

Hello, darling.

(ENGINE SIZZLING)

Oh, no, I don't believe this.

We have to wait.

- She's overheating.
- The car or your wife?

Sorry. I'm upset about my boat.

I apologise, Dimitra.
It was supposed to be such a lovely day.

Well, it's brilliant
now I've got two lemurs!

BASIL: To be honest, apart from
meeting the vivacious Dimitra,

it's far from brilliant.

Lunch cost me
the equivalent of 800 pounds.

Well, you did smash Larry's
very expensive bottle of champagne.

If you'd communicated properly
with your son in the first place,

we wouldn't have been
on this wild-goose chase.

But otherwise, what a nice day.

Mr Theodoros was sick on Leslie lap.

Then my boat was blown up.
So I've had the worst day.

I'm always the victim.

For the record, you did push Gerry
into the sea with his clothes on.

All right, but apart from all that,
what a nice day.

I'm going to walk home.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(WHISPERS) What are they saying?

(WHISPERS) I don't wanna tell you.

(IN ENGLISH) Everyone, I'm sorry,

you had to see my private problems.

I spoiled your day.

No, you really didn't.

Well done, dear.

You took Lytchett Matravers by storm
with your improvised ramblings.

People are so nice here.

I think I'll stay in the area for a bit.

Are people not nice in Greece?

Yes, they are,

but I love the fact that in England,

- people speak English.
- (KNOCK ON DOOR)

We wouldn't have it any other way,
would we, dear?

- PRUE: No!
- It sounds obvious,

but today I realised
that the key to confidence

is being able to express oneself.

I feel I can do anything now.

Hello again.

I was walking home

and I realised
we might be able to help each other.

- Oh?
- My daughter Maud's governess

had to leave suddenly

and I was wondering
if you could take over.

Gosh.

You have, well,
the oomph that my daughter needs.

I would love to be a governess.

Oh, how splendid.

Here's Maud.

Maud, this is Miss Durrell.

Hello, Maud.

BASIL: Lovely eyes, strong teeth,

- firm calves.
- LESLIE: Stop now.

(SIGHS) I'm not saying that Dimitra
could do better than Spiros,

but what a bloody woman.

If she was that brilliant,

they wouldn't be
sucking the life out of each other.

She can suck the life out of me
whenever she likes.

Hmm, well, she won't be rushing
to join us on another picnic,

except to maybe sprinkle arsenic
on the cheese straws.

That's the best thing
about my husband dying young.

We never had time to
irritate the hell out of each other.

Excuse my hair.

It fell out.

I have, er, syphilis.

- Oh.
- Did she say she has syphilis?

Yes, yes, she did.

Right, well, I'm going for a swim.

- Oh, not now, Gerry.
- GERRY: This is so exciting.

Please can we put a limit
on the number of animals in the house.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Marvellous.
Now that will be all round Corfu.

What will?

That this house is a freak show.

LARRY: So to sum up,

this is the difference
between our triangle of nations,

the English live in the past,
the Greeks live in the present,

and the French live in...
France.

Boom-boom, I thank you.

There is much chatter here in Paris
of impending war,

which makes me miss you even more.

Margo in England
will be insulated from such fears

thanks to the good old British refusal

to acknowledge
that the rest of the world matters

or even exists.

GEOFFREY: My talk in the village hall
went very well,

though people are of course shy

at coming forward
to express praise or interest.

Now I am retired,
my life stretches forward like...

... an open road,

with my trusty mucker Prue beside me,

and nothing to hold us back
except our imaginations.

PRUE: Dear Cousin Louisa.

The weather
has been up to its old tricks

over the past week.

Choosing a hat
has been little short of a nightmare.

I am used to wind,

but our old friend sleet
raised its ugly head...

MARGO: I seem to have a job,
as a governess.

Yes, I know, very Jane Austen.

To a child called Maud,

who looks like she killed
and probably ate my predecessor.

But I feel armed and ready,

having grown up in a family

who I now realise have steeled me

in the art of self-reliance

by never letting me
get away with anything.

LOUISA: Dear Margo,
we spent the day travelling

and I was reminded
why people stay at home.

I hope Cousin Prue and Geoffrey
are not making you feel the same.

Please resist the urge to poison them.

If they are,

please resist the urge to club them
to death with their own fire tongs.

We went on a picnic today
and learnt at least two things.

Goats appear from nowhere,

and there is no corner of the world
safe from Captain Creech.

So, are we going to talk about
Spiros and his wife and you,

or just pretend today didn't happen?

You know, darling, I'm so sorry
about you and your blown-up boat.

- You know, you mustn't...
- Answer the question.

LESLIE: No, no, no.

I'm glad I met Dimitra properly.

In her absence,
she'd become such a bogey woman.

And of course she isn't.

- She scared me.
- (CHUCKLES)

You wouldn't fancy
your chances in a fist-fight, would you?

I think I'd do all right.

I went to a tough boarding school.

(SIGHS)

She's no different from me, really.

Well, you're not going to say it,
so I will.

Their marriage is in trouble,

and if you play your cards right,

you could be with Spiros.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)