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They must be there by now.

- Yeah.
- Who?

Mother and Larry.

They must be in...

England?

Oh, yeah.

We should probably look
at our instructions.

(YAWNING)

- I don't think that applies to us.
- MARGO: No.

Now, I'm the oldest

and basically a father already,
so I'm in charge.

I'm in charge of you though, Gerry,
as you're just a kid.

(SNORTS)

Bring my hat, would you, Roger?

(WHIMPERS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SIGHS)

God, that was a long trip.

Mislaying the coffin didn't help.

Yes. Remind me not to die in Belgium.

Dank and cold.

Good old England.

Dear Auntie. I do miss her.

- For me, from Durant.
- Who?

A friend of Henry Miller's.
He's a fan of my novel.

Oh.

Durant says I must
stay at his house in London.

Do you mind me going?
I'll pop back for the funeral.

(BELL RINGING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Lawrence Durrell?

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

No! (LAUGHS)

Mmm.

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

Larry, this is Jonquil,

Henry Miller, and Ruby.

Don't be shy.

At last.

People like me.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Slightly vulgar, Auntie.

Good for you.

Louisa, dear.

A terribly sad time.

Indeed.

Good morning, Prue.

Geoffrey.

- You know Basil?
- Yes.

Auntie's cousin twice removed.

Removed once from Eton.

- Once from Germany.
- BOTH: Germany.

I have mentioned it.

Anyway, I'll be doing the soliciting.

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

Well, look at us.

(CHUCKLES) Like a flock of crows.

The collective noun
is a murder of crows, in fact.

If only someone had murdered Auntie.

I mean for that crows thing to work...

Better.

Terribly sad time.

- Where's Lawrence?
- He'll be back for the funeral.

- He had to whiz to London.
- Dreadful chap, London.

Gives us the willies, doesn't it, dear?

We're very wedded
to Lytchett Matravers.

For all its gremlins.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Spiros.
- Ms Margo.

How are the X-Rays?

Have you grilled anyone yet by mistake?

No, she's doing a fine job.

I think he can dress himself, Margo.

- Sorry.
- Your mother asked me

to watch over you after Leslie's
baby news.

I'm more responsible than Les.

She said no Zoltan until she returns.

So, you have not seen him I hope?

Of course, I haven't.

(FLIES BUZZING)

The house is buggered.

Don't worry about that.

And it's probably best
to avoid that word.

- I clean inside.
- No, no, no.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

Just put your feet up here.

Have some tea.

Where is the teapot?

Oh, we used it for soup.

What does "symmoria"mean?

Bad people.

"Bad people from Athens steal...

"Things."

There's a gang on the loose in Corfu.

They will kill us all.

You're quite a pessimist, aren't you?

Me too.

That's why I have...

- (PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
- (DONKEY BRAYING)

- (WHIP CRACKING)
- (DONKEY BRAYING)

- (WHIP CRACKING)
- (MAN SPEAKING GREEK)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(DONKEY SQUEALING)

(MAN SPEAKING GREEK)

(DONKEY WHIMPERING)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Good morning, Henry.

Hey, bud.

"Hey, bud." Love it.

Ladies.

"The hurly-burly of the chaise-longue.

"Before the deep, deep peace
of the double bed."

- I'm quoting.
- We know who you're quoting, Larry.

Oh, thank God.

I'm so used to explaining
quotations to my family.

Can I say again how much I adored
Tropic of Cancer?

Lyrical, dense...

- Filthy...
- Sure.

What are you doing out in Corfu?

Writing, swimming...

Being as cheap and real.

What is real?

Corfu, it's a Greek...

Oh, I see.

Yes, indeed, yeah.

- What is real?
- Only the body.

- Margo, my love.
- Hello, Zoltan.

If we see anyone I know
we'll have to hide.

Mother was very boring about it.

Why must we hide?

I am most desirable.

Arrogance, you know the rules.

(COINS CLINKING)

We'll spend it on something
to make me look delicious.

(MOUTHING)

He was beating this poor donkey
like he hated it.

I know, man's cruelty is boundless.

Why do they do it?

It happens in Britain, too,
but it's worse here.

Donkeys are seen as insensate machines
in fur.

Dogs not much better.

The worst thing is I didn't stop him.

You were wise not to try,
he'd beat you, too.

Education is the answer.

There, Donkeys, A Tribute.

You really do have
a book about everything, don't you?

How is it without your mother and Larry?

It's fair to say,
standards of hygiene have dropped.

- Oh...
- I don't want to go back to England.

Ever.

Even with our poor record on donkeys?

Maybe I can do something about that.

- Well, that was a very pleasant burial.
- Hmm.

Very good turnout.

It makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Death, infinity,
the nature of consciousness.

But the rain held off,
that's the main thing.

"Ashes to ashes..."

Always makes me think of cricket.

And then there's, "dust to dust".

Get some terribly
dry wickets down under.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- (ALL GASPING)

Hello, Bournemouth, 351.

- Mrs Durrell...
- Ah, yes.

Where were you?

Sorry, they cancelled my train.

Cows on the line outside Waterloo.

It seems they wouldn't be shooed away.

Twaddle, everyone else made it.

Well, good.
I wouldn't have been missed then.

- How are you?
- I'm sad about Auntie,

- and, frankly...
- (CHAMPAGNE CORK POPPING)

You're having fun, aren't you?

Of course not, I'm in deep mourning.

Why is Henry naked?

MAN: Oh, it's what he does.

His view is, "Why aren't we all naked?"

(LAUGHING BOISTEROUSLY)

What was that noise?

Doesn't really bear describing.

We will resume this conversation.

When I'm not being watched.

Lawrence missed his train.
He's very upset.

Oh, he must be.

Now, Geoffrey and I have
a plan of action for your stay.

- Hold on to your hat.
- Tomorrow...

- Estate agent then solicitor.
- Yes.

I'll be waiting with me box file.

And a walk to the splendid tea rooms.

Mine's a lardy cake.

- Then on Thursday...
- No, I'm sorry...

I beg your pardon,
I need to see Larry in town.

- London?
- Yes.

- I'll be staying there.
- You're going to stay in London?

Are you mad?

No, I think it might be fun.

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

Come on.

Come on. Big day tomorrow, Sally.

Try to look your best.

Ah.

You might be wondering what this is?

Margo! Family crisis!

- What, why?
- Can't you see how this could go wrong?

I'm responsible for this family.

Hey, I object to that face.

But going out there is threatening
our safety and valuables.

- We don't have any valuables.
- Yeah, well, they don't know that.

They strike under cover of darkness

and I'm gonna be able to
shoot them from my bed.

This is the worst idea you've ever had.

What if you kill an innocent person?

Oh, God, you bloody vegetarians!

These guns won't kill anyone.

Probably... Anyway,
I'll put a warning sign up outside.

Yes, uh, can I talk
to you about donkeys?

Donkeys have feelings too.

(MAN SPEAKING GREEK)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Yes, yes, all interesting points.

My fellow campaigner, Theo Stephanides,

will join us when he can and translate.

- He's at work.
- You English are not the boss here.

Doesn't matter where I'm from.

And donkeys actually
work better if you...

How do you say, "Danger of death"?

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(CAR HONKING)

MAN: Hello?

I come as Mrs Durrell's policeman.

I take this very seriously.

Thank you, Spiros, but, erm,

not necessary.

- I'm in charge.
- No offence, Leslie,

but you made Daphne pregnant.

You're not in charge even of yourself.

Has Margo been seeing Zoltan?

- No.
- Yes, I see them in the town kissing.

Well, kissing...

- Kissing is nice.
- Kissing a Turk is not nice.

Just wait till she gets home.

That could be several hours.

I'll go and come back.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Good afternoon.

Is this where
Lawrence Durrell is staying?

Lars, you didn't say
your mama was a goddess.

Well...

I wouldn't go as far as goddess.

Ah, always go far, don't be so British.

- Sorry.
- I think you'll find

- I'm very British.
- Ah.

Oh, hello.

I just wanted to
track you down, ah, Lars,

before I find a guest house.

Oh, no, no, you must stay here.

As you can see,
I keep a very open house.

Oh, well.

We have just buried my aunt,
so it might cheer me up.

I'd hate to tread on anyone's toes.

No. No.

Join us.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(IN ENGLISH) I promise to help
with the baby.

My friend Lugaretzia
is knitting a romper suit

- and I'm determined to make sure...
- No.

It's your sign outside.

(SIGHS) Yep, sorry.

Leave it to you professionals,
I'll take it down.

No.

It's a good sign.

Thank you.

Erm, I always say guns make
the world a safer place.

Do you think it's obvious?

People need to help us more.

Like you.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Oh, I won't do the full display.

- Do you have work?
- Erm, no.

We used to run a family stall, but...

You know, cakes...

You would like to be a policeman?

I would love to be a policeman.

Mmm, so you just took your family
off to Corfu?

Well, it was a particularly overcast
day in Bournemouth.

- (LAUGHING)
- You crazy bitch.

- God, you're brilliant.
- Mmm.

So, what do you all do?

We're a loose community
of artists and nomads,

- so you'll fit right in.
- I adore your necklace.

Oh, this.

Yes...

I... I found it.

In a souk.

In Arabia.

Oh, do tell the story.

(EXCLAIMS)

I wanted it so much,

but I had no money, so I cut off
my hair, which I could sit on back then,

and often did,

- and sold it.
- And what were you doing in Arabia?

Mmm, what wasn't I doing?

(ALL LAUGHING)

Oh, Spiros, don't go
in the house, it's a mess.

You're a Durrells.

So I like you.

But your mother said,
do not meet your boyfriend.

And you did.

- So I'm cross.
- Please don't be, Zoltan's sweet.

Hooray, let's all get pregnant.

You're only being all odd like this
because he's Turkish.

And you're prejudiced.

Yes, I am.

The Greeks hate the Turks, they hate us.

- We have a deal.
- Why do you hate them?

Because they're all...

That's not a proper argument.

Well, it's Christians
versus Muslims, of course.

- That's a tricky one.
- But it's the same God.

Years of occupation

by the Ottomans.

Read about the siege of Nicomedia.

When did that happen?

1337.

- (FLIES BUZZING)
- (CHICKEN CLUCKING)

Okay, you can see Zoltan.

- Well, good, we're meeting for lunch.
- But I will be there, I chaperone.

LESLIE: Spiros.

I've got a job

with the Corfu police force.

(LAUGHING)

So, in a month or two,
after my training,

I'll be able to arrest you.

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

No.

To be honest, I don't find shoes erotic.

Hmm... Toes, then?

- Hmm?
- No.

Although, I did used to like
sucking my children's toes.

Oh, tell me more things like that.

Only when they were babies,
I don't do it now.

(LAUGHS) Mmm.

Salut.

- What is this drink?
- Mmm.

Absinthe.

Isn't that meant to be utterly ruinous?

Yes it is. (CHUCKLES)

Mother, still up?

- Seemingly.
- May I have a word?

Yes.

Be careful of Durant.

He's used to getting his own way.

If only that were true of me.

Hmm, he's plying you with absinthe.

Oh, I used to put away a lot of gin,
I know my limits.

- Why's he wearing your necklace?
- It's just haste, we swapped.

I'm wearing his socks.

For God's sake.

There's a difference between
a frisky Greek and a metropolitan rou�.

I'm enjoying his conversation.

It won't go any further than that,
our boat train leaves in two days.

Until then, I want some lively company.

Sorry, just being protective.

Gosh.

- Maybe I have had too much to drink.
- (CHUCKLES)

I'm out of practice.

- Come to my room.
- Why?

Oh, God, no. What?

I thought you had something
interesting there to show me.

- I do.
- (LAUGHS) No, no.

I mean, like an interesting
wardrobe or something.

I do actually have
an interesting wardrobe.

Ah, yes, I will think
about coming to see it.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

(IMITATES GUNSHOT)

You're going to make a fine policeman.

I'll need you to arrest
anyone who beats their donkey.

Well, if it's the law, sonny,
then that's what I'll be doing.

(DOOR OPENS)

Leaving, darling?

Yes, the guest house suits me better.

You don't want to run off.

It's a free gaffe.

Leave that here

and go and enjoy the city.

Have a bleeding adventure.

- (MAN SPEAKING GREEK)
- (WHIP CRACKING)

(DONKEY WHIMPERING)

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Stop!

(BOTH SPEAKING GREEK)

Look at his eyes.

He's nearly dead, his leg hurts.

More essence.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Anybody?

(TELEPHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Mmm?

May I speak with Mrs Durrell, please?

She's currently indisposed.

May I relay a communique?

Posh flunkie.

Yes, a valuable has gone missing

and we wonder if Mrs Durrell has it.

Why is she using that voice?

It's her telephone voice.

Mrs Durrell seems very law-abiding.

Though they're often worse.

I'm sorry that she is...

Gone.

(IN POSH ACCENT) Will she be gone

for long?

I'm not really sure.

Cheerio.

Oh.

You have a beautiful face.

Even when you are eating fish.

No, no, no, you can't talk like this.

- What?
- Nothing about love or bodies.

This stifado is not good.

Nothing rude about Greek things.

Look, Zoltan runs a business here,
pays tax here.

You should be grateful.

I don't pay tax here.

- You see?
- Nor do you.

And you stole hummus from us.

I'm just doing what your mother asked.

Why do care so much about Mrs Durrell?

Some people deserve to be cared for.

Some do not.

Too much bad feeling.

I'm going back to work.

Zoltan, I'll see you
after my mother returns.

Hey, don't leave me alone with him!

(EXHALES)

Have you been avoiding me?

No.

I've been enjoying London,
well, apart from the traffic...

- It's like Piccadilly Circus out there.
- Which is funny because...

It is Piccadilly Circus out there.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I am flattered by your attention
and grateful for the bed,

- but I should probably leave.
- No, don't.

I will behave.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hello, erm, I've brought a patient.

Well, bring him in then.
Oh, hang on, it's not an...

Animal, is it?

- Of course it is.
- I've rescued him.

I think his leg may be broken.

If it is, you'll know he'll have
to be put down, don't you?

Yes.

(SIGHS) Very well, let's have a look.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Lawrence.

(SIGHING) Hello.

(DOOR CLOSES)

What brings Dorset up to London?

We couldn't get much sense
out of the butler I spoke to.

Ah, yes, he has just been sacked.

And we need to speak
to your mother urgently.

- Is she staying here?
- Erm...

Yes.

Is that her?

Oh, goodness, it is.

How racy.

Mother!

Worlds colliding.

Durant, my mother's relatives.

Doesn't that make us your relatives?

Welcome, uh, drinks?

Thank you, but we'll just be in and out.

We're not huge people people.

You look rather good value.

I don't think we've ever been called
"good value" before, have we, dear?

Oh, goodness.

Well, hello all.

Louisa will be, er,
glad for the reinforcements.

We alarm her here with our rakish ways.

(SCOFFS) Hardly.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Up yours.

ALL: Up yours.

So, cousin Prue, why are you here?

One of Auntie's necklaces is missing.

We have no choice but to suspect you.

Oh, yes, I've borrowed it.

It's just glass,
I didn't touch the real ones.

It is real and extremely valuable.

Those huge gemstones are real?

Where is the necklace?

It's in my bedroom. I'll fetch it

- Oh.
- Excellent.

Well, I'm off.

If I'm quick I might catch
The Royal Tournament.

- Hmm.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yes? (CLEARS THROAT)

Ah-ha.

My animal magnetism works.

Um, no.

I've come to look for my necklace.

When you say necklace,
I think you mean sensual enlightenment?

Well, if I mean that I'll say it.

(LAUGHS) But you had it last night.

Why so anxious?

Well...

It's very valuable.

Yes, I know. It cost you your hair.

Hair that you could sit on.

Well, no...

(EXCLAIMS) I made up that, you idiot.

- Mmm.
- (SIGHS)

Gosh, where is it?

I don't know, I left it lying around.

Somebody else must've picked it up.

(SCREAMS) Get off.

(SIGHS)

- And what do you do, Jonquil?
- Writer, darling.

- Oh.
- Ah, like Lawrence?

- Yes.
- But hopefully better.

And you're an artist, Ruby?

Why is that?

Art is.

Art is?

Nice?

A picture just needs
to be pretty, doesn't it?

Extraordinary.

I'm going mad.

I forgot I took
the necklace to the bank

for safe keeping.

I'll get it back in the morning.

Meanwhile, you must be getting
that last train back to Ploddyshire.

- Yes, we'll come back in the morning.
- No, stay here overnight.

Ah, no, no, we don't have
our night garments.

I'll lend you something.

- Hmm?
- Well, it would save

another train fare.

Do sit down?

(BELLS CLINKING)

(BELLS CLINKING)

- What have you done?
- Saved the day.

Stay in your room
until I give the all clear.

Leslie.

Stop.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GASPS) Oh, my God.

Sorry.

You...

- (MARGO GASPS)
- Shot me!

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

Well, you shouldn't be seeing
Margo, should you?

You've been a bit naughty.

No, you are the naughty one!

I'm used to the Greeks hating me,
but now you too?

I'm going to the police
to report you for attempted murder.

- No.
- No, no, no.

Congratulations.

You've gunned down poor Zoltan
and made him hate me.

You shouldn't be seeing him.

And I only winged him. (GROANING)

I've spent weeks ironing out
the worst of his defects

- and you destroy it all!
- Oh, so you've had a tiff.

This is my whole existence!

- What are you going on about?
- The police won't take me now

I look reckless.

Perhaps, slightly...

Especially as I've had
run-ins with the law.

We told you it was a dumb idea!

I want mother back.

(SIGHS)

What would the parish council say
if they could see you now?

Yes, he's obviously not one
for a sensible pyjama.

We're all having our minds
stretched here.

I don't know whether to walk towards it

or run away.

I feel like one of the wise men.

I don't understand why
you left the necklace with the bank

- if you thought it wasn't valuable.
- Well...

It was included with my own valuables.

(SCOFFS)

It's worth more than the rest
of Auntie's estate put together.

If it's not returned, none of us
will inherit anything.

Yes, we'll, er, just...

- Yeah. Cocoa.
- Cocoa.

Lovely to see a retired
English insurance broker in a kaftan.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- That necklace I borrowed from my aunt,

it's really valuable and I've lost it.

Here in the house.

- Ah.
- I'm sorry but I can

only think one of your
new arty friends has taken it.

- Why would you say that?
- Well, because they're...

Well, they're amoral and I'm sure
they would say so themselves.

These are my friends.

No matter how much absinthe
you put away

or unsuitable flirting you do,
you're still really provincial,

aren't you?

You can be louche and Bohemian,
but I can't, is that what you're saying?

Well, where do you think your cherished,
liberal outlook comes from?

- From me.
- You made Leslie, too.

If we're the same, why do I embrace
the creativity and differentness

of these people
and you accuse them of theft?

So I should scuttle back
to the provinces

to be with my kind,
with the Prues and the Geoffreys

while you make whoopee with your mute?

I've found my world. It's thrilling.

I want to stay here in England.

(SNORING)

(GRUNTS)

(SNORING)

You know what I need? Air.

I haven't been out of the house
for 48 hours.

I'm sorry,
I know the necklace is a worry,

but these friends
aren't the stealing kind.

- They don't believe in ownership.
- Well, that's just daft.

There, proof that I'm not
the radical spirit you are.

(SIGHS)

It's time I went home.

And Corfu is now home?

Yes, it is.

I'm missing the children

and at this rate, I'll be arrested
for theft and never get back there.

I don't think it will come to that.

You don't really want to stay, do you?

- For how long?
- I don't know.

I've fallen for Ruby.

I'll stay here as long as she wants me.

Kalim�ra, Superintendent.

Kalim�ra, Leslie.

I'm afraid I must resign.

Already?

I slightly shot an innocent man
with my crime prevention system.

Zoltan.

That's the person,
not the name of the system.

And I should've said
I've been arrested twice.

Once for drunken brawling
and once for shooting turkeys

belonging to a man that
we named Crippenopoulos because of...

Nobody made a complaint against you.

And we all shoot people
by mistake sometimes.

I know.

Don't stray again.

But who better to fight crime
than someone who has done some?

Well, thank you.

Don't cry.

- That's unprofessional.
- Yeah, yeah, so sorry.

- (SNIFFLES)
- I'll see you in a week.

(SIGHS)

So...

That is the donkey's metacarpal,

can you see? And it's...

- Not broken.
- (EXCLAIMS)

It's probably arthritis
or bruising from repeated beatings.

So it'll heal?

Yes.

But, Durrells, that's three times
you've had healthy limbs in

- to be X-rayed.
- GERALD AND MARGO: Sorry.

Margo...

Perhaps you should take the day off
and repair your broken heart.

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Ah, morning, Louisa.

You haven't lived until
you've slept in a bubu like this.

So, we'll, uh, accompany
you to the bank to retrieve

- Auntie's necklace.
- Prue, Geoffrey, avert your eyes,

just...

(WHISPERS) That's actually mine.

Perhaps you'd do the honours.

I'll go the bank on my own.
See you shortly.

Is it safe to look?

Yeah.

(GASPS)

Ms Margo, we're still friends, I hope?

Yes, will you please
help me to find Zoltan?

- No, your mother said...
- I know but it isn't about me this time.

I'm clearly doomed to be single.

Who is this about?

You and Zoltan.

Your portrait is finished.

That is you.

That is...

So good.

I'm like a glass of...

(CLICKS TONGUE)

I just better go say
goodbye to my mother.

- Your mother is pretty.
- Yes.

- She is.
- Is she available?

No.

You don't think that'd be...

- Odd?
- Hmm?

Zoltan, we're so sorry
about what happened.

Leslie's gone a bit mad
since he got Daphne pregnant.

Please still talk to me.

Of course, you make the stars
come out at night.

- What does that mean?
- It's called poetry, Greek peasant.

It's called bullshit, Turkish cretin.

Now, exactly. This is why you two
need to settle your differences.

Let's agree that Greeks
and Turks have hated each other

- for far too long.
- We're not going to end it today.

But this could be
the beginning of the end.

Spiros, tell me one thing
you like about Turkish people.

- Zoltan?
- I like Greek...

No, nothing.

Your Acropolis is good.

Hooray, we're off.

I like your belly dancing.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

Thank you.

Sorry I was rude.

Auntie's death has hit us rather hard.

She's left a big hole in East Dorset.

Well, you know where we are
if you ever want to kick off your shoes

and swim in the Ionian sea.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I think I will go home with you.

Maybe I'm less of
a radical than I thought.

What happened?

In our family,
I'm used to playing the free thinker.

Out in the real world,
it's a bit harder.

How long have we got?

Couple of hours?

God, shopping.

Everyone, we're off.

(EXCLAIMS) Durant.

It's been an education.

- Is that good?
- Yes.

Yes, I think it is.

We all want to feel loved.

My bed is still warm.

Yes, that's quite enough of that.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You must all come join us in Corfu.

Oh, they won't want to do that.

- Sure.
- We may never leave.

See, this donkey Tony
was dead on his feet few days ago,

but now he could plough
a field before breakfast.

I give you 30 drachmas for Tony.

I better not.

Be kind to donkeys.

(SPEAKING GREEK)

Love your ass.

Oh, I saw the ferry about to dock.

I think your mother and Larry are on it.

Could you... Sorry.

Thanks, Theo.

Lugaretzia hasn't been here for days.

Must be her bad back.

(CHICKEN CLUCKING)

(CHICKEN CLUCKING)

Breakfast?

Mummy and Larry, on their way here.

(DOG BARKING)

So, how have the children been, Spiros?

They were perfect.

Really?

Yes, I've kept Margo apart from Zoltan.

But you were a bit harsh.

He's a good boy.

Huh, Spiros, our new liberal.

For a Turk.

That's more like it.

SPIROS: So, oh, you know...

You missed the whole donkey story.

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(WHISTLES)

(EXCLAIMS)

- I've missed you so much.
- Mum.

Mummy, we missed you, too.

(GASPS) I've even missed the animals.

- You all right?
- Sure.

So how'd it go?

We fell among artists, it was wonderful.

Oh, Mother, I've got a proper job.

Doing what?

The Corfu police force.

- Gifts from the homeland.
- Yeah.

One family, entirely different people.

Let's go in.

You didn't think
we'd leave a mess, did you?

Not for a minute, darling.

So, we buried Aunt Hermione.

Had an adventure or two.

And we realised more than ever

that we love it here.

LAWRENCE: (SHOUTS)
What the hell is this?

That's how you left it.

Yeah, it's just slovenly.

GERALD: This isn't a doss-house.
LOUISA: Yes.

Tidy your room, please, Larry.

You're not with your arty friends now.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)