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"Arriving on 6 September
with Prue and Geoffrey. Aunt Hermione"

However long you stare at it,
they're still coming.

It might be nice to have some visitors.

No, it won't. Let's make it horrible
for them, so they don't stay long.

It's already horrible.
Gerry's turned this house into a zoo.

No other family has to walk a pelican !

God, what are they doing ?
They're arriving this afternoon !

- We don't have enough bedrooms.
- We haven't got enough anything.

And yet you seem untypically...
relaxed.

Yes. Why are you so happy ?

Oh, darling, because at my age,
nothing and no-one unsettles me.

Oh, do clean and tidy up, though.
Aunt Hermione can be a bit of a thug.

- I can't. I'm writing.
- Shooting.

THE DURRELLS
Episode 5

So, when are we going
to tell the world about us ?

What about us ?

Well, that we're an item, Sven,
as we British so romantically call it.

I think we should wait
until your relatives have gone,

so I don't have to be part
of this... circus.

God, no, I didn't mean tell them.

Aunt Hermione has a history
of meddling.

She's like a Medici tyrant.

Oh, I'd like to meet her.

I know what they're going
to complain about... no electricity.

Did Adam and Eve
have electricity in paradise ?

You know this is paradise...
on a good day.

And I know.

But will they ?

Good morning, Mrs. Durrells !

Good morning, Spiros.

Maybe you can help me.
I need a cheap generator.

What's wrong with candles ? It's a soft
light, reduces the ugliness.

- We have guests coming from England.
- More British people ! Swell !

- Yes, I'll find you a generator.
- What would we do without you ?

- It doesn't bear thinking about.
- It doesn't.

Mrs. Durrells ?

Why are you so happy ?

Do you remember when we first met

and you said you hated
all those Brit exiles sipping G&Ts ?

Well, you'd better steer clear
of my house for a while !

Anyway, deep breath, Sven and I are...

- What... What's happened ?
- Nothing.

But your eyes are all red.

Well, why not ? Green's
not bringing me much luck.

I... I thought I was
pregnant and I'm not.

Oh, Florence !

- How long have you been trying ?
- 11 years and five months.

I don't think it's going to happen.

Well, think of the fun you've had
trying.

Anyway, so, yes, you and Sven...

Don't tell anyone, but, well,
we've kissed, and... a bit more.

I think it's serious.

I just don't want anything to ruin it.

Oh, hello. She's there !

Please be nice to us.

Aunt Hermione ! Welcome !

Good afternoon, Louisa.

And Cousin Prue ! And Geoffrey !

Oh, what an absolute pleasure.

If I have to sit and look out
of another window, I'll scream.

- You must be exhausted.
- No.

I'm exhausted.

That's the thing about your foreigner.
He's exhausting.

Well, my foreigner friend Spiros
is going to drive us home.

- Unless you'd prefer a guest house.
- Don't be ridiculous !

There's one more.

- Nancy !
- Surprise !

- Oh !
- How's Larry ?

Well, all the better for
seeing you, I'm sure !

Well, erm, this way !

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Oh, what rough hands you have.
- Huh ?

It's from Little Red Riding Hood.

Mm, that isn't. We mustn't.
We'll get into trouble.

I think about you... very much.

Oh. Well, in that case...

An immoderate volume of creatures.

Yes. Gerry collects them.
And we won the turkeys in a court case.

Animals are walking germ
dispensers. Are they safe ?

Mostly.

- Larry, darling, put her down.
- Don't mind us.

I hear you aspire
to being a writer, Lawrence.

More than aspire. He's just waiting
for the publisher to confirm

that he's going to put his novel out.

He'd tell you himself
if he wasn't doing that.

This is Lugaretzia.
She helps us out occasionally.

She's lovely.

Margo, darling,
tell everybody about your job.

I'm companion
to the Countess Mavrodaki.

That will hardly stretch your mind.

Ooh, and Leslie...

Well, he's gone.

Larry, for God's sake,
take her upstairs.

The question is, Louisa,
why are you all still here

rather than in England ?

Because we like it here.

Where's Gerald ?

Gerald is very interested
in natural history.

It's a science, so he is
probably out gathering...

- Was that a donkey ?
- ...research material.

Your foreigner loves a donkey !

Hello.

I hate wildlife.

What is that noise ?

Larry stubbing his toe.

Oh, no. Now Nancy's stubbed hers !

They're married. Why don't
they share a bloody bedroom ?

Because Geoffrey snores, apparently,
like wildebeest being murdered.

- And his wife Prune...
- It's Prue, darling, not Prune.

What's she so scared of ?

I'd be scared of snapping and clubbing
Geoffrey to death in his sleep.

- Why are they all so horrid ?
- They're not horrid.

They're just...
better in captivity, in England.

It's very dark. Are you sure there
isn't any electricity anywhere ?

Wait a minute,
I'll just check under the sofa.

Of course I'm sure !
I'm sorting it out, Prue !

Somebody move that away
from the house !

I can hear your son
and his lady friend in the next room

having... carnal relations.

Well, lucky them !

If only all relations
were that much fun.

- I thought you hated bicycles.
- Oh... I was so desperate to escape.

I would've saddled up
a goat and ridden it.

Oh, families.

More pain than pleasure.

Well, tell that to Florence.

She confessed to me
that they can't have children.

Oh, how sad.

But there's consolation
in work... and friendship.

Well, if you feel the urge
to ravish me,

you have my full permission.

Listen, I will always respect
your honour.

Oh, let's not worry too much
about that.

Mrs. Durrells ? Hello ?

I don't want to intrude, but
I have found you a generator.

I... I saw nothing !

Spiros, I have to ask you to keep
this a secret. Can you do that ?

- Leslie, go and get Larry.
- I'm not going into his den of vice.

- I've got him.
- Can we make this short ?

Do we have to talk here ?
It's full of...

- What the heck are they ?
- My brown rats.

- Do you want to hold one of them ?
- What do you think ?

What's this about ?
Supper needs shooting.

I have an announcement to make,
before Spiros blurts it out.

- You're getting together with Spiros ?
- No !

No.

Sven and I... are becoming
more than good friends.

- Oh, we knew that.
- No, we didn't !

- Well, I knew that.
- This is so exciting !

It's been... eight years
since Father died.

Well, yes. And...
Well, I'm very fond of Sven.

- And it has been a long time coming.
- There was Mr. Davis.

Yes, Mr. Davis was a mistake,
as antique dealers often are.

You don't need anyone.
You have us, and me.

Leslie, darling, don't be upset.
I still love you.

Gerry, darling, say something.

Do you think he'll let me
have one of his goats ?

No.

Oh, and do keep this
from Aunt Hermione.

She could make our lives
very unpleasant.

Why would she do that ?

Because she's the head of the family,
and she likes everyone to know it.

Leslie, you're hiding something.
Is it to do with your mother ?

- Can't say. Mum told us to keep quiet.
- I sense it's a man. Is he Greek ?

Swedish.

- What does he do ?
- Plays the accordion.

- As a profession ?
- No. He owns a smallholding.

- How small ?
- I haven't measured it.

Leslie, don't be saucy !

Niece ! Geoffrey !

Louisa has a beau,
here on the island.

How exciting !

I want us to make it quite clear
that this is a mistake.

Even Leslie agrees, and he's not
the sharpest knife in the drawer.

If it becomes serious, she'll want
to keep the family here forever.

BBC News will be on soon.

Hurry up, there's a chap.

Ah, Leslie, bring me a footstool, dear.

I can feel my fallen
arches falling even further.

Thank you.

Gerry, this is a terrible
step backwards in transport.

Sally's really useful for getting
around the island. Sven's got one.

Mrs. Durrells, I must apologise again

about the unfortunate incident
with the partial nudity.

- It's fine, Spiros. Really.
- I saw nothing. It was a blur.

What do you want ?
Leave me alone.

- Now this is a local delicacy...
- What am I... I can't...

- Apologies.
- Oh, it's fine. Absolutely fine.

- Theo !
- Gerry !

Leslie's cross cos she pooed
on his head in the night.

Well, it can take some
getting used to, huh ?

They're really weak.

I fear to get stronger,
they need meat.

I know.

I mentioned you to my friend,
Mrs. Vadrukakis.

- She is interested in conservation.
- What's that ?

A new branch of zoology,

to stop us tampering with our habitat
or hunting species to extinction.

Oh, I have a letter
from England for Larry.

The postman Georgios says
it's important.

I worry that he knows.

And actually,
why am I delivering his letters ?

You might want to slide it
under the door.

Larry's girlfriend's here
and they're... copulating a lot.

Right.

You have a very diligent postman.

From England.

Publishers.

"We regret we are unable
to publish your novel."

Oh, Larry, baby.

It's OK. More fool them.

So, what would you like to see
on Corfu ?

The scenery is... stunning.

It's a little... hot for movement.

- We could go swimming.
- I no longer swim.

Your cousin Frank drowned, of course.

Well, I'll tell you what, we won't
go on a warship like he did.

"Owing to the need for propriety on
these occasions, it was felt that..."

I am not God, but...
let there be light !

- Good morning, Margo.
- Hello.

- Where's the Countess ?
- Resting.

- She's feeling fragile.
- I know what that means. Hung over.

No. She has a history of
fragility and dark moods

which even the most expensive
chocolates won't alleviate.

So, today you can my companion.

I've been away a long time.
Tell me what's happening in England.

Well, when we left,
bias-cut dresses were all the rage.

- Hair... Shall I tell you about hair ?
- Immediately, and in great detail.

Gerry. This is Mrs. Vadrukakis,
whom I mentioned.

Hello !

I hear you are as passionate
about wildlife as me and Theo.

- Yes, he's taught me so much.
- Louisa !

I have no doubt you'd prefer
the company of a friend,

but I wish to see everyone
gathered here this evening.

Mother ?

- This is Mrs. Vadrukakis.
- Oh, hello !

Hello. I'm keen to start
a version of the RSPCA.

Animals are often treated
so badly here.

- Gerry, would you help ?
- I'd love to.

And perhaps you and your
family would help as well ?

Yes, of course, yes, if I'm not
busy dangling from a rope for murder.

For God's sake, darling, stick
your stupid face into a school book.

My mother's under a bit
of pressure, as you can see.

I don't make a habit
of giving speeches,

but I'm distressed
by what this family's become.

Would that your father were here now.

This is no place to bring up a family.

Gerald is now a wild animal.

Margo seems to be some
sort of paid jester.

Leslie has twice been
in trouble with the law.

And Larry, once a respectable
Bournemouth estate agent,

is now a debauchee and failed writer.

Can I describe you next ?

All of you guided by a mother

enmeshed with a squeezebox-playing
goatherd.

But all is not lost.
You will come home now.

I will pay for Gerry to go
to a good English boarding school.

I will help Margo
and Leslie into secure careers.

And as I won't live forever, Louisa,
I will give you a sum of money,

or perhaps a house, for you
to create a solid base for a new life.

Well...

Thank you, Aunt Hermione.

I will give that careful thought.

Why did you let the old witch
say all that ?

Because I've been fooling myself.
Back in the real world,

that is what people are
and that is what people think.

This is real !

No, it's not ! It's rented,

if we could afford the rent,
and it's fleeting.

She's right. I've been
playing at parenting.

And sooner or later we are going to
have to go home and resume our lives.

It doesn't work like that. Every day
is real, here more than anywhere.

- We need her, Larry !
- We don't !

You just let her get under your skin.

Darling, everyone has
somebody in their lives

who is more powerful
that they answer to...

your parent, your boss,

your calling, your god,

and I have Aunt Hermione.

And as awful as it sounds,

everything that she just said
in there I've thought myself.

And to be blunt,
she has a lot of family money

and I can't bear the thought of any
of you children being poor forever.

No fornacting !

Oh... Well, you're a sight
for sore eyes.

- Remind me, is that good ?
- Oh, it's very good.

Is something wrong ?

My scary aunt. She knows about us.

And I was going to pretend
to be a travelling donkey salesman.

I've missed you.

And I've missed you.

Because I have decided...

...I love you.

Well, that's good...

...because I love you too.

Right, I am going to...

- Where are our guests ?
- In the bedrooms.

Three persons, three bedrooms.
What have we turned this into ? Hotel !

I am going to show them,
even if I have to drag them,

that Corfu is a haven for beauty
and love and culture.

Good luck.

And I'd like to end the tour
at the Villa Mavrodaki.

No ! Your aunt called me
a paid jester ! Whatever that is.

Well, all the more reason to show her
the magnificent library

and appeal to her snobbery

by introducing her
to an actual countess.

Oh, all right.

We've discussed my rejection
and I've decided I'm giving up writing,

in fact, the intellect
in all its forms.

- Don't be silly, Larry.
- You know why ?

Because art is clearly run by buffoons

and tainted by misguided
notions of commercialism.

Darling, if that's true, it's beastly.

I'm throwing myself into manly
things... like Leslie, but better.

- So, what needs mending ?
- The house.

Well, let's narrow it down for him
a bit... The lavatory roof ?

Good.

Tough night ?

When Larry discusses something,
he really discusses it.

- We usually run away.
- I'll try that next time.

Have you ever seen a bluer sky ?

I think we have, haven't we, dear ?

Yes, I think we have.

If you cut me open,
you find the Union Jack inside.

I love the British. Perfect manners.

Always first in the war...
and the last to leave.

Eyes on the road, driver.

First stop, the home of our great
friend, Theodore Stephanides.

Go on ! Shoo !

- Your foreigner loves his sheep.
- Yes !

Please forgive the disarray.

I lost myself in a study
of the marine mollusc amphineura.

Fascinating creatures.
They have no identifiable head

and no cerebral ganglion, obviously.
Yet they are armed...

- Shall I make some coffee ?
- They scrape algae from rocks.

I could go on. In fact I will.

The museum seems to be shut.

Which is such a shame, because it's
full of spellbinding artefacts.

That's fine.
I'll go in the middle again.

- I have to be by the window.
- She has claustrophobia.

- Yes, I do.
- In an open-top car ?

Might we go home now ?

Not until you start
enjoying yourself.

Did you drop your hammer
in the lavatory again ?

This handyman crap !

I need proper work.
I'm going to Sven's.

Oh, he'll be so delighted !

- Sven.
- Larry.

- Did you run here ?
- No.

Listen, I'm going to give
up this... writing nonsense.

I want to do some proper work.
Just pay me what you can.

- Nothing.
- Fine.

Good. Finish this hole.

Lots of trees to plant.

You missed your hands, I think.

- The thing about your foreigner is...
- Shut up !

Next stop, the villa of
the Countess Mavrodaki !

- Angel, I will see you after work.
- Now is good.

- No, now is bad.
- No, no, now is very good.

I'm in charge of the house
while Dennis is in town.

- Let us jump on the big bed, huh ?
- What are you, eight ?

Anyway, the Countess is inside.

You know, the Countess is a personal
friend. We exchanged gowns.

She's French.

You know, despite your doubts
about Margo's job, Aunt,

she's finally taking something
seriously

and she really does deserves
to be applauded.

I'm always willing to admit
mistakes, if... I make any.

Hello ?

The library. Margo often reads
to the Countess in there.

Let go. I heard screaming.

- It was a chicken.
- It wasn't a chicken !

Let's have some light in here !

Oh, God, they're here already.

- I was busy in the garden.
- Yes, yes, we saw.

The Countess needs you.

It's Margo.

It's going to be fine.

I'm not mad, you know.

I know. I know.

Who were those people ?

My relatives.

Now they are mad.

- What's wrong with it ?
- Theo thinks they need meat.

- What do they eat ?
- Mice, birds, generally.

There's loads of sparrows around.
I'll shoot some.

- Would that be any trouble ?
- No. It's what I do.

- Thank you for driving us, Spiros.
- You are welcome, Mrs. Durrells.

I hope my eyes
were sufficiently on the road.

- Who's that ?
- Mrs. Vadrukakis. The animal lady.

- Nearly got one !
- Gerry ?

- Damn. Little bastards.
- Bugger.

No ! Stop !

Sorry, I don't know who you are,
but you're sort of in the way here.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Vadrukakis, we're only
doing it because of my baby owls.

This is murder !

In that case, I think the jails
are going to be rather full.

If this is your idea of conservation,
I'm ashamed of you.

Mrs. Durrell !

He is a little savage !

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Somebody shoot me, please.

You have ignored my advice
and, rather than prepare to leave,

you have dragged us
deeper into your mire.

We will all leave now.
Have your possessions sent on.

But that's not fair.

I have held back from saying this,
but as senior family member,

I have legal grounds
to claim custody of Gerald.

What ?

I've never craved children of my own,

but I am quite willing
to acquire one through my lawyers

as you seem incapable
of providing a secure home.

We will pack !

And I expect you to do the same.

Wait !

I think it's time you left.

You'll be happier in a guest house.
I'll send your possessions on,

along with Geoffrey and Prue
if they're as sour as you.

Where's Spiros ?

- I'll drive you myself.
- You're making a dreadful mistake.

I'd rather make my own mistakes
than have you make them for me.

Don't you ever, ever
threaten me like that again.

I will haul my children off to
the most distant corner of the earth

rather than surrender them
to you or anybody else.

Hey ! Stop ! Stop !

- Mum's borrowed your motor car.
- Nobody borrows my motor car !

Don't worry,
she's a very, very good driver.

Or at least she was ten years ago.

She doesn't saunter along, does she ?

Slow down, you're making me ill !

Louisa !

Right... Let's think about this.

Well, what are you going to do ?

I am going to sit... calmly...

with you, as you're here...

...and wait... for someone to come by.

And even though
you were very rude to Spiros,

I'm sure he won't begrudge you a sweet.

Do I have to tell you how close
we are to plummeting to our deaths ?

Oh ! There.

Our knight in shining armour.
Or possibly the Grim Reaper.

It has gone off the road
and we need your donkey to pull them !

The English are still inside.

Nudity's all well
and good until the flies get you.

You will reassure your family
about my... dark moments ?

Of course. When did they start ?

After my husband died.

One builds a life around a person.

Perhaps one shouldn't.

And then they are gone...

...and you're left clutching the air.

Mother says when Daddy died, she
wanted to jump into the grave with him.

And then her hair started falling out.
I don't know which is worse.

- Is everything all right ?
- Yes.

Thank you, Margo. You can go home.

There. You're looking a funny colour,
but you're going to be fine.

This wouldn't happen
in the Home Counties.

It doesn't happen here either,
because only I drive the car !

Oh ! Thank the Lord you're safe !

I said to Geoffrey,
"How will we get the bodies home ?"

- Nightmare !
- We're fine. Really.

- Thank you.
- Mrs. Durrells, don't do that again.

I'm so sorry, Spiros.

You smell of my steering wheel.
Two of my favourite things !

- Stop.
- I want to keep my job, Angel.

Which is more important ?
Me or your job ?

My job.

Did you just actually stamp your foot ?

Listen, the Countess has a serious
illness and I've been trying to help.

- The Countess told me what happened.
- Yes, I'm sorry.

How dare you abandon her
to cavort with your fancy man !

Nobody cavorted,
and... he really isn't that fancy.

Just go away. Leave.

What was I thinking ?

I could have killed us both,

and then how would my, my poor...
messed-up children have coped ?

Thank God you're here.

I... I don't know what I'm doing.

Before I jump to any conclusions,
are you tying your shoelace ?

I am asking you
if you want to marry me.

I'll think about it.

Theo, the most terrible thing's
happened.

I was with Leslie and, you
know how he is with guns...

Mrs. Vadrukakis told me what happened.

- She feels... May I speak for you ?
- Ah, yes.

She feels she was somewhat hard
on you in the heat of the moment.

Mrs. Vadrukakis, I didn't really think
about it before, but I have now.

I promise to conserve animal life
wherever possible.

Thank you, Gerry.

Larry ! Oh, you're limping !

I expect you'll want to talk about it.

Listen... I'm sorry.

- For what ?
- For being an idiot.

Let's face it, I'm only
ever going to be a writer.

- Did the manly work not go very well ?
- No.

Let me make it better...

Cheeky !

- Lugaretzia, I heard Louisa...
- She's alive.

Oh, right.

- Florence !
- Louisa !

- You nearly died !
- Well, yes.

But something
really interesting has happened.

What ?

I've fixed the generator !

So, my news.

Sven has asked me to marry him.

- What are you going to say ?
- God knows.

Here it's ok ?

Stop, please, Durrells.
Enough ! No more love !

I am uneasy at my conduct
in the motor car,

and impressed by yours.

And your principled
defence of your children.

Though less so by your driving.

Yes.

I still believe this isn't
the best place to raise a family,

but I accept
that the choice must be yours.

Thank you.

I wish I cut a less stern figure.

If I'm honest, I miss you, Louisa...

...and the children.

This was my heavy-handed attempt
to make you come home.

You'd do the same if you spent as much
time as I do with Prue and Geoffrey.

We like it here, Auntie.

I see that now.

And how you might be
attracted to your...

Goatherd ?

Indeed.

"There was an explosion at the colliery
following earlier flooding."

"Britain plans to triple
the size of its air force"

"in response to German re-armament.
Prime Minister..."

Hooray !

It's been 86 minutes.
I have to have your answer.

- Sven, please play your accordion.
- I'd rather not.

- So why did you bring it ?
- Fair point.

Darling, I'm not betraying your father.

He would be happy for me. And for you.

I know. I just miss him.

So, how was the Countess ?

She was sad, shaken.
Dennis wasn't very happy with me.

It might be time for me to grow up
a bit and learn some responsibility.

You know, it's funny, cos I was just
feeling like going the other way.

I'm coming round to calamari.

Shall we go mad and risk an olive ?

Everyone. Change of plan.

I'm going back to being
a writer and an intellectual.

Yes !

- They're feeding !
- The owls !

I can confidently say that Larry
is the worst farmer on the planet.

Although when he writes about it,

I think he'll probably
be rather better.

Listen, Sven,
about your proposal.

Just...

Yes.

End of episode 5