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Bournemouth 1935

Hello. Bournemouth 2353.

Yes, Gerald Durrell is my son.

Gerry ?

Mrs. Durrell...

You have just caned my son !

In a just society, you would be
tied to a tree and whipped

for beating an innocent child !

He would rather feed the rats
behind the cricket pavilion

than attend his classes.

Yes, because he's been bullied,

ever since arriving
at this pitiful school !

And why do you think that is, dear ?

Because... he's a bit different.

That's why children are bullied,
you moron.

It's easy to see
where his incivility comes from.

Don't use that language !

Don't instruct me. I am not
one of your witless flunkies.

No offence,
I'm sure you would be lovely...

if you were allowed to be.

The purpose of education
is to draw the best out of children,

not to beat fear into them.

A father would no doubt have ironed
out more of their shortcomings.

I look forward
to a letter of apology.

Oh, he won't be returning.

I'd rather
he were taught by monkeys.

Mum, I'd love that. Can we do that ?

Don't be daft, Gerry.

What do you mean,
I'm a bit different ?

THE DURRELLS
Episode 1

How could you have stood by
and let me become an estate agent ?

I am a writer.

You don't actually write,
though, do you, darling ?

- Yes, I'm a fashion model.
- Fighter pilot.

- Oh, by the way, I've left school.
- No, you haven't.

If Gerry can do it, so can I.

Anyway, I've taken my uniform
into the garden and shot it, so...

I might as well leave too.
I'm as thick as two short planks.

As soon as I can find a husband,
I'll be off.

What is the matter with all of you ?

Roger ?

Here he is, the unteachable
leading the untrainable.

- We should go to Corfu.
- I've been.

Corfu Castle. I'm not going back
till they put a roof on it.

It's Corfe Castle, darling.

Jesus, Margo !
No, Corfu's a Greek island !

I told you I was dim.

Darling, you are not dim !

You're 16.
What's all this about a husband ?

My friend Donald lives in Corfu.

He says it's dirt cheap,
so I can write there,

full of disgusting animals for Gerry
and, Leslie, you can shoot them.

- Hey, Margo...
- I'll pack.

We are not going anywhere.

We can't just run away
from our problems.

- Good afternoon, Mrs. Durrell.
- Oh ! Louisa, please.

Indeed. We widowed folk
must stick together.

You should come and have
that sherry.

Yes, I should.

Since I've retired,
I've played a lot of bowls.

Do you play ?

If only I had the time...
and the bowls.

Let me speak plainly ?

You are an attractive lady
and I am an attractive man.

The children need a father figure...

...and I'm a big admirer
of boarding schools.

Come on !

Hello.

Why are you so miserable ?

Perhaps it's because
I thought I was a good mother

and yet all I've managed to do
is bring up one unteachable son,

one psychopath,
one vacuous daughter and you.

What's wrong with me ?

And worse than that,
none of you seems happy.

There's no laughter
in this house any more.

A writer shouldn't be happy.
It's counter-productive.

You're not a writer, darling.
You sell houses.

It's a flag of convenience.

What about you ?
You drink like a fish,

if fish drank gin.

And I know we've got money problems.
There are no secrets in this family.

- There are secrets, actually.
- Oh, God, you're not dying, are you ?

No, I'm not dying.

The secret is...

...that I can't live
like this any more.

When you were all small,
it was like we were on a journey,

always moving forward.

And now we've stopped moving forward
and we are sinking.

So, for once in my life, Larry,
I have decided...

...to take your advice.

Which advice ?

Maniacs, you are maniacs !
Did she annoy you again ?

What is this all about ?
And during the afternoon rest time !

You know, a taxi would probably cost
the same as a banana in Bournemouth.

- We should start as we mean to go on.
- Wanting to kill each other ?

Economising.

Look, I can see the village
up ahead. Look.

You are not serious.

Now, look, the house sale
barely covered our debts.

We have no money.
I have a miserly widow's pension.

- You are a miserly widow.
- Be quiet !

And you all earn precisely nothing.

We are not on holiday.

We are here to live
like local people,

in joy and togetherness,

without the trappings
of so-called civilisation,

which, as far as I can tell,

basically means
cruelty and alienation.

It's going to be wonderful.

Don't talk to him. Everybody here
only speaks Greek, anyway.

- Hi. You peoples want a taxi ?
- No.

- Yes.
- Absolutely.

- Where are you going ?
- We like walking.

Ignore her. We're going to that
guesthouse in the far, far distance.

- That's a nice motor.
- It's American.

Nothing like it on Corfu.

- Spiros Halikiopoulos.
- Leslie.

- Margo.
- Larry.

- I'm... Mrs. Durrell.
- The mother.

The most important person.

I'll get your luggage.

- Where's Gerry ?
- Gerry ?

- There's a lizard.
- It's a tree with a lizard on it.

How could that possibly
be interesting ?

Gerry !

You's very pale.

- Yes, we plan to a lot of sunbathing.
- No, we don't.

- It's the main reason we came here.
- No, it isn't.

- How long are you staying ?
- We don't know.

But, well, we don't have a house
to go back to in England.

Honest to God, if I wasn't Greek,
I'd like to be English.

Oh. Thank you.

Oh, this must be it.

No, you don't stay here.
Too expensive.

Lots of empty houses on the island.
I'll find you one.

Yes. Good.

You call this furniture ?

Is this furniture ?

- Give them a discount then !
- I will give them a discount.

Mrs. Durrells ! Come !

Gerry !
There's a zoo in the lavatory !

I'm sleeping in the lavatory !

I can't believe the Customs
let you through with those.

I just think they know self-defence
is vital in today's unsure world.

- I think you should marry Spiros.
- I don't want to marry again.

But he was wearing a wedding ring.

And he had a photograph of his
wife and children on the dashboard.

I thought that was
the Greek royal family.

Why would he have a photo of them ?

- Where's the... ?
- Oh, there's no electricity on Corfu.

You will reduce this
by three or four fivers, ok ?

I get some more discounts,
Mrs. Durrells.

Ah, we really need to get some beds.

Gerry ? Gerry ? Wellingtons.

- Why ?
- The snakes.

Here.
Oh... and this.

- What ?
- So you can be seen.

- Mum, I'm sure it's fine.
- There we are.

And er...
don't... do anything.

Bye !

Bye, Mother. See you later.

Oh. Margo !

- Show me.
- What ?

You know what.

Margo, this is not Bournemouth.

I know.
I presume that's why we're here.

The Greeks can be very conservative.

In my day,
young ladies avoided the sun.

Well, in my day,
which is now, we don't.

Book ?

Good girl.
And don't just use it as a pillow.

Right. Starting now.

At last.

- Leslie, will you help me, darling...
- I'm afraid not. I'm too busy.

Kalimera.

Kalimera.

That was excellent.
Do you have any more Greek ?

No, we've only been here one day.

Oh. Welcome.

Have you seen one of those before ?

- No.
- The nest of an Egyptian vulture.

Its party piece is breaking eggs
it wants to eat

by throwing pebbles at them.

It's very rare for birds
to use tools.

Oh, sorry, you probably knew that.

No.

What are you doing there, you sinner ?
Get dressed, get dressed quickly !

Put on your clothes and leave !
Under the house of the Lord ?

Go, go from here!

Oh, get dressed and leave from here !

Go my child, servant of the Lord.

Go, you event tempt the saints !
Go, shoo !

Do you have kumquats in Hampshire ?

I don't think so.
It's mainly apples...

...and cabbage.

Apples are not good in Corfu.

We are pretty sure, in the Bible,
Eve was tempted by a kumquat.

That's a tiny joke.

How are your creatures ?

I can't wait to show my family.

Your optimism is impressive.

I find my interest in wildlife

is regarded by my friends
as a form of madness.

Dogs jumping like kangaroos !

Always funny.

Good shot, Leslie.

Don't hit your mother.

Larry, come down here and help !

I can't. I'm working !

Mrs. Durrells ?
I bring you Lugaretzia.

Hello. Why ?

You need help. Big family,
house pretty, but not so perfect !

Yes, you spotted that.
Thank you, but we can't afford help.

Of course you can. You're English.

The English come in all kinds,
and we are the poor type.

She's cheap. Part-time, almost free.

Oh, God,
I look like some kind of a witch.

No, you don't.
Where's Mr. Durrells ?

Oh, he's dead... selfishly.

So it's just me now,
shouldering the burden.

Like a braying, sexless donkey !

She doesn't understand English, so you
can shout out bad things about her.

I don't want to. How cheap is she ?

- Lugaretzia, come here !
- I'm working !

Just leave that, come here !

- How much money do you want a day?
- Twenty drachmas a day.

Twenty drachmas a day ?
Who do you think you are ? Fifteen !

15 drachmas a day.

Welcome.

She's a little bit hypochondriac.

Goodbye, Mrs. Durrells.

Oh, darling, what's the matter ?

A man shouted at me.

Oh, sweetheart.

It's all right. It's just going
to be more different than I thought.

Yes.

Yes, me too.

"Mother Needs Sex."

Don't be so feeble.
Go back and shout at him !

What, so he has an excuse
to throw me into the sea or kill me ?

- Oh, have some moral courage.
- Stop it, you two.

When have you ever shown
any moral courage ? Whatever that is.

I show moral courage in my writing
every day.

What writing ?! Get a proper job !

You're an intellectual dwarf.

- Larry, that is cruel.
- At least I'm intellectual.

- Your intellect is dwarf-sized !
- For God's sake.

Yes, it's very nice, isn't it ?
It was my mother's, actually.

It looks like a bullet hole.
Leslie must have nearly shot her.

He shot at me !

He could have killed me !
I have a problem with my heart !

She's not still going on
about that, is she ?

I'm not working here, I'm leaving !

No !
Lugaretzia !

Lugaretzia ! Come back !

Leslie, you could have killed her.

It's an airgun. She could get
a flesh wound at worst.

- Or lose an eye !
- You are an idiot !

Unbelievable ! I have been
working like a slave for you.

- Now we've lost my only bit of help.
- There's so many species in the wood.

- I found...
- Gerry !

- Stop them !
- Get them out !

Don't stamp on them !

- Let me shoot one of them !
- Don't shoot them !

Stop it !
Stop it !

Where did I go wrong ?

How did you all become so vile ?

- You know what her problem is ?
- Don't you think we're the problem ?

- No.
- Don't be absurd.

She needs a man.

Don't you dare talk about Mother
like that. I'll look after her.

Let me lend you a paper by Freud
called the Oedipus Complex.

I expect that's really clever,
but nobody cares.

The body is built for sex.

Gerry knows.
He watched animals mating.

You are obsessed with sex.

At last, we agree on something.

And since I'm not getting any,
at least we can help Mother.

All right,
where should we start looking ?

We can't just drag men
in off the street.

- Good afternoon.
- Theo !

- My name is Theo Stephanides.
- Good afternoon.

Gerry kindly invited me for tea.

- For your future discoveries.
- Thank you so much.

- Tea, yes.
- Shall I come back another day ?

- No, no, no.
- It's fine.

- Tea...
- Theo ?

Are you single ?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Good luck.

We couldn't work out
how to heat the water.

Oh, don't worry.
I can have tea any time.

Figs with sardines,
that's breaking new ground.

So, can I help unlock
any mysteries about Corfu ?

Can you explain why a monk shouted at
me like a lunatic as I was sunbathing ?

Maybe you were just lying
in his space.

The Greeks used to spend
half their lives naked.

So he has no excuse.

But that was the Ancient Greeks
and male nudity.

Female bodies were more often
shown partially clothed.

Well, there you go, then.

Become a man
or wear a coat over your bikini.

There's one rule for men
and one for women, isn't there ?

Have you only just noticed ?

I've been busy growing up.

How long has this been going on ?

Even Aristotle, who was no slouch,
placed women some way below men...

though above slaves. Hurrah !

Are there any more biscuits, Margo ?

Get them yourself !

So, Theo...

you are not married yet.

What do you look for in a woman ?

Someone I can exchange ideas with,

discuss scientific advances

and just sit quietly with.

- Yeah, no, that won't work.
- No.

Theo came for tea.

Well, not tea, but he gave me this,
which I filled with dormice.

Oh, Gerry.

We told Leslie he can't shoot
near the house any more

because Larry can't write
and he might kill us.

So he's going off
round the island tomorrow.

Come on.

- Getting quite big, aren't you ?
- Yes.

- Should I get off ?
- No.

You can get off now.
I can't feel my legs.

Any recommendations ?

Avoid the food.

Stick to the booze.

A fellow foreigner, huh ?

Yes,

although I consider myself
a citizen of the world.

You look like you've been around.

Sailed the seven seas.

- Do you have a favourite ?
- Hated all of them !

Treacherous, cold... wet.

Generally devoid of women.

You're back here again,
servant of God ?

You have to leave,
I can't stand it anymore.

I am a priest, a servant of the Lord
and you have to leave at once !

I am dressed perfectly respectably,

unlike Ancient Greek men,
from all accounts.

And I'm entitled to be here.

I think you should take
a break from sunbathing...

I am not going to be put off...

...because your face
looks like a tomato.

Exciting news !

Why are you speaking quietly ?
You never speak quietly.

Because I don't want Mother to hear.

God, why is everyone so dim ?

She's gone to the bank
to see if the money's arrived yet.

Fortunately, we won't starve.
I've shot this beauty.

She won't need her own money
if this works out.

I've found her a man.

- No ? Who ?
- His name's Captain Creech.

Cracking sense of humour.
Stories to tell.

Doesn't beat about the bush and,
well, he must have a few quid.

This will go horribly wrong,
you know.

- How will you get them together ?
- I might leave it a few weeks.

Her monthly's coming up...

Stop saying these things !
You are such a...

The money's arrived
from the sale of our furniture.

It's not much, but it might make us
feel a bit more like we belong.

We said they're English,
but we cannot cheat them.

Come on, give us a good price !

- Ten drachmas at least.
- Ten drachmas ? Five !

For Easter.

- Please.
- Thank you.

Fix it and give us a good lid,
this one does not close properly.

Go faster !

Listen, those probably
go in the kitchen.

Tie up tight.

How are you feeling, Mother ?

Well... happier.

Still livid that
you drove Lugaretzia away.

And... hormonally ?

Don't be ridiculous !

I'm bringing a pal over
for supper tonight.

Your age, as it happens.

Well, our first guest.

What shall I cook ?
It will have to be mainly figs.

Right, I'm off for the day.

Did anyone notice anything
different about Leslie ?

I try not to look at him.

- He is becoming very handsome.
- He really isn't.

He left without a gun.

I've never seen him without a gun.

Sinner ! Go my child, go,
I've told you thirty times !

Still here ? How many
times have I told you, why...

God bless you.

I didn't take a firearm this morning
because I'm over all that now.

- Oh, I'm so glad, Leslie.
- I just like exploring the island.

With a dictionary.
Talking to the locals.

What's really going on ?
Have you shot someone dead ?

Don't be silly, Margo.

He's just growing up.

Besides, it's the 1930s, darling.
People don't need guns any more.

Mother, this is Captain Creech.

He's been looking forward
to meeting you.

Well... Mrs. Durrell.

With a face like that, you should be
on the front of a ship.

Oh, thank you.

A present for the house,

a bottle of the finest rum
from Jamaica.

Have you... ever been to Jamaica ?

No, no, I haven't.

The first place
I ever caught gonorrhoea.

So... there we were,

a dozen Uruguayan strumpets
below deck

and a ripping wind, straight out
of the arsehole of the Earth.

My, this is good tucker.

I like a girl who is...

...handy in the galley,

as well as in bed.

- Where was I ?
- Arsehole of the Earth.

Yes, that's quite enough
of that story.

Gerry, sing us a song.
Anything you like.

- Where's your head ?
- At the moment, it's pounding.

- It's nautical for...
- Crapper, dunny, thunder box.

- I think he means the lavatory.
- Yes.

Yes, I know that... now.

- It's round the back.
- Excuse me.

What the hell
did you think you were doing,

bringing that filthy old lecher
into our house ?

He's a breath of fresh air.

This is what happens
when women let men rule the roost.

Get up !

- Bye.
- Leslie.

What are you doing today ?

Just walk around, chat with locals.

Ask for work,
so I can help out with the money.

- He's lying.
- I know.

I just thought
I'd treat him like an adult.

What were you treating him like when
you let him have half a dozen guns ?

I'm a mother, not a policeman.

I thought
it might lead to some discipline,

make a man of him,
with Daddy not being there.

You'll discover,
if ever you have children...

I am listening.
I'm just going into the garden.

Stupid boy, where are you ?

I like your island !

Your eyes are like...

...shoes !

"Always with undying love, Nancy."

Sodding, bloody...

Larry, please !

I'm sure Virginia Woolf
doesn't swear like a trooper.

Well, her brother didn't remove
the letter X from her typewriter.

Why would Leslie do that ?

So I don't write the word "sex"
so much, apparently.

It's all right. I'll get him back.

Did I mention that your arse
should be on the front of a ship ?

Don't start that again.
We had quite enough last night.

It's your fault
for letting me drink.

Look below the surface,

it's usually the ladies
that cause the problems.

I am astonished that nobody
has murdered you yet.

Now, please leave !

After you've made me
a spot of lunch.

Shut up ! Use a bloody pencil !

Lugaretzia !

Welcome back.

It's been hell without you.

Son of a bitz.

I see Spiros has been teaching you.

In England, we say "bastard".

Barsto ?

- Bastard.
- Barsto.

Barsto.

I love him, Mum.

Oh, Gerry, take it outside.

Gerry, take him outside, now !

- He'll escape.
- Not for a while, he won't.

- Gerry ?
- There's so much to see.

Eat, then leave.

I'm sorry if I've disappointed you.

I've spent too much time
in the company of uncouth men.

Oh. Well... thank you.

I'm sorry, I...

Get out !

Fine. I'll just finish my lunch.

Now, you leave...

or I'll shoot you.

No, you won't.

You are in great need of a slap !

Oh, so it's OK for you to shoot
and nearly kill someone ?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Leslie, we told you,
no more shooting !

It wasn't me !

That is the last time you try
to find me a husband. Is that clear ?

Are you sure ? I met
a fascinating Turk in a bar in town.

And how did you think
I would fall for...

Popeye the bloody Sailor Man ?!

And he's not "my age" !

- We think the sex will calm you down.
- God !

Your father was the love of my life,

and I don't want or need
a pale imitation of him.

Well, I find that rather sad.

You may have given up...

but we haven't.

Oh, where have you been ?

I was following Leslie
and I got lost.

I tried to ask the way home, but
nobody's bothered to learn English.

Anyway,
Leslie's lost his interest in guns

because he's got a girlfriend.

A what ?

I found him with a local girl,
kissing and worse.

Well, maybe it was a good idea
to come out here after all.

I mention wanting a boyfriend,

and you call me
empty-headed and sex-mad.

But Leslie finds someone,
and he's a hero ?

Firstly, Margo, I am thrilled
that you are thinking for yourself

and highlighting double standards.

And secondly... don't you dare be
so bloody rude to your mother.

Good, I'll find myself a man, then.

Hello, Luga. Glad you're back.
This short story is genius.

- Oh ? Who wrote it ?
- Me.

Look who I find walking home !

Mum !

Gerry, you have a spider, two
dormice, a tortoise and a family.

You do not need a pelican.

- Let it go.
- I will after I've studied it.

It's not funny, Spiros.

No, of course not.

Come on, Gerry,
we'll make a zoo cage !

Larry, we need
to talk about your writing.

We'll deal with you
being a peeping Tom later.

I'm sorry you don't like it,
but I refuse to let...

No, it's brilliant.

But why is the mother so horrible ?

- Everything isn't about you.
- Oh, nothing is about me.

My life is devoured by my children.

In 21 years I haven't thought about
myself for five consecutive minutes.

But it's good, isn't it ?

Did you like the ending ?

Yes, Larry, it's very good.

- You're going to make us very proud.
- In this family ?

You're going to make us
mildly pleased in a complicated way.

Come and look at this.

The rocks, just by the chapel.

That's my girl.

Hello !

Mrs. Durrell ?

Theodore Stephanides.
Delighted to finally meet you.

I suspect you need
a cross-piece there.

Here.

I believe it's called a purlin.

Leslie,
what's your new girlfriend's name ?

- How do you know about her ?
- I know everything. I'm your mother.

She's called Alexia.

It's the loveliest name.

And if you ever want to type it,
you'll have to give Larry his X back.

My girl, Alexia is...

Leslie !

At last someone who speaks Greek.

Why are you so good to us, Spiros ?

We have no money.
We argue all the time.

We have a word, philoxenia.

It means "love to strangers".

That is so sweet.

And it's clear you need help.

Sodding, bloody !

Lugaretzia,
how do you say this in Greek ?

That is my revenge on you, Leslie.

An X for an X.

I just made them look less violent !

Does anyone live here ?

Somebody died ?

My friends Donald and Max.

I invited them over.

Gosh, who's this ?

End of episode 1