All language subtitles for The Durrells in Corfu - S02E03 - Episode 3.sd-en

MARGO:
You must know your age.

LOUISA:
My parents were really vague.

I told you about
when they left me

in the playground and
took another child home.

LESLIE:
Do you have a birth certificate?

No.

They didn't believe
in paperwork.

Animals don't know
when they were born.

It doesn't
bother them.

LESLIE:
Will you stop
making stupid parallels

between animals and humans?

Animals don't call you stupid.

MARGO:
Bearing in mind

I have no money, what do you
want for your birthday?

I would like the gift
of knowing that you are all

spirited and fulfilled.

I'll find you
some nice driftwood.

I'll take the Webley out
and shoot something for you.

I'm not sure a bleeding corpse
strikes the right festive note.

Oh, my God, you're
turning into Larry.

He's not dead--
he's a mile away.

I know.

In a bar.

Well, we'll give you
a fabulous birthday.

Thank you.

Whatever age you are,
we will celebrate you

in all your wizened glory.

LUGARETZIA:
Mas Efere Afto to zow.

GERRY:
Breakfast!

Come and get it.

Fish!

If I don't milk you,
you will fill up and explode!

(goat bleating)

Freshly caught by Leslie.

Grumpily.

Don't be shy.

(squeaking)

MARGO:
Someone's making an effort
for Hugh.

BOTH (mocking):
Hughie!

I'm not sure
she is pregnant, you know.

If we're not careful,

otters will die out on Corfu.

Oh.

So I've laid out
your best clothes.

Margo will smarten your hair.

And get the muck
off his face.

And you know the way
to Mr. Kralefsky's.

Please work hard, Gerry.

It's really difficult
to find a good tutor.

(insect buzzing)

(tower bell ringing)

(knocking on door)

It's probably open.

Larry?

I thought you'd be up writing.

I aim always to surprise.

Well, you said you left home
to experience life in the raw.

I've worn the same
underwear for two weeks.

You don't get much more raw
than that.

Well, it's just as well

I brought you these, then.

Mum, Ernest Hemingway's parents
don't bring him Battenberg cake.

Or do they?

Where's your typewriter?

Oh, yes, I've been doing
some boxing.

Tell them not to hit your face.

I usually do, actually.

Come on, then.

You will brush your teeth
later on, won't you, darling?

I'll see how I feel.

How are you?

I miss your intelligent
conversation.

I mentioned
communism recently.

Margo still thinks
it means being...

Being common, yes, I know.

She's not dim,
she's just not interested.

But I can talk to you
like you're my age.

Well, hardly.

(car horn beeps)

LOUISA:
I'll be right down.

Ah, I wondered why
you were dressed to kill.

Or at least dressed to wound.

How is it?

Fine.

But?

But I don't want to rush
into another entanglement.

I still wonder about Sven.

Those are excuses

for only living half a life.

It's not an excuse,

you... irritant.

Life's complicated.

Emotions ebb and flow.

Men let you down.

Your children have started
to leave home.

What are you waiting for?

MARGO:
Whoo!

HUGH:
Doesn't she corner gracefully?

Mmm.
(chuckles)

Who would you save

in a fire, me or the car?

Well, that's like asking you

which of your children
you'd choose.

(laughs)

Which of yours
would you save?

Please, don't
ever have children.

LOUISA:
Yours?

HUGH:
Mine.

A grove of olea europaea.

2,000 years old.

If Christ ever
holidayed in Corfu,

he may have
slept under it.

And if one ever worried
about one's age,

it would be
the perfect antidote.

I agree.

Without wishing to generalize,
young women are raving mad.

You mean-- and I note in passing

that I'm no longer considered
young-- Vasilia?

Yes, all right.

How dangerous is she?

She killed a lover.

What?

Well, he died.

He probably deserved it.

Life is messy.

But enough about her.

We have a day of fun
ahead of us.

To the seaside.

(engine cranking,
not starting)

Oh.

(cranking)

(both sigh)

(horn honks)

Hell
o!

SPIROS:
How embarrassing.

Okay back there
in the cheap seats?

Smugness can be
very ugly, Spiros.

I suggest you buy

more reliable
transportation.

Like a donkey.

No chance-- he's too...

handsome.

I deserve someone handsome.

I liked it more when you
were trying to be a nun.

I may get back to that
when I'm old.

Talking of old,

what are we going to do
for Mother's birthday?

Well, she needs cheering up
because of missing Larry.

Let's give her a special picnic
and get him over.

Good idea.

Theo!

Gerry! Oh, I like
your new look!

Where's the wild urchin
of yesteryear?

He's about to go
to his new tutor.

Oh, yes, time to fill in the
little gaps in your knowledge.

Well, I'd rather be out
photographing nature with you.

I snapped a splendid fan-tailed
warbler earlier today.

I'd love to take photos.

All the fun
of shooting with guns,

and you get a picture
at the end of it.

The perfect
birthday present.

Well, come
to my house later

and I'll talk you through
the developing.

Time to go, Gerry.

Show me.

Acceptable.
Lovely.
Delightful.

Hello!

MR. KRALEFSKY:
Monsieur Durrell.

Bien arrivé.

LESLIE:
This is so exciting.

I've never done anything
creative before.

Every family has room for one.

And Larry got in early.

Maybe this
is your future.

I love this.

So, what do they produce

here in Warwickshire?

Wallpaper.

No.

String?

No.

Wigs, bananas?

Now I think you are guessing.

Coal, or motorcycles.

Oh.

Or, of course, playwrights!

William Shakespeare.

Oh, of course,
yes, the Barb.

The Bard.

Yes.

You seem like
a decent boy, Gerald,

but I have much to teach you.

Oh, well, I don't wish to boast,
Mr. Kralefsky, but I do know

a lot about nature.

That will get you
nowhere in life.

Do excuse me.

I must go to see Mother.

(knock at door)

The prettiest Durrell.

Thank you.

What are you
doing here?

Write me a love poem.

And why would I do that?

Because now you are
thinking about me.

FLORENCE:
Smaller.

Smaller.

LOUISA:
It's tiny.

You're eating
for two.

LOUISA:
I'm so jealous of you.

Starting out.

New life.

None of this sense
of the years

ticking remorselessly by.

You really are
taking this birthday

to heart, aren't you?

You can start a new family
with one of your men.

Look, there's one.

LOUISA (wistfully):
Oh, Sven...

He looks pleased
with himself.

Hmm.

What?
What?

There are rumors
that he has a girlfriend.

Oh, right.

Well, good.

FLORENCE:
I don't think you mean good.

Well, I know
he was fighting it,

but I assumed his
homosexuality would win.

I know.

Who is it?

It's not Vasilia, is it?
No!

Nobody seems
to know her.

LOUISA:
I hope to God

she's plain and ancient.

LOUISA:
We could have been married.

FLORENCE:
Louisa,

you did the right thing.

Then why does it make me
feel so sad?

SINGER ON RECORD:
♪ But still those little things
remain ♪

♪ That bring me happiness
or pain... ♪

You just killed
a living creature.

Yes, and I will kill
again.

Do we really
need the hedgehog?

Yes, he's poorly.

I'm making sure
he eats and drinks.

Right, well, if he doesn't
pull through--

shoe brush!

Little sausage?

My specialty.

No, thank you, darling.

I had rather
a lot of cake earlier.

Larry did not come.

I'm sure he's busy preparing
a spectacular present.

How's your new
tutor, Gerry?

GERRY:
He keeps saying

he must go and see Mother,
even though he looks really old.

LESLIE:
It's a euphemism.

Well done, Leslie.

From the Greek eu, "well"

and pheme.

Clearly not much
interest there.

I think it's
his polite way

of saying he needs
the lavatory, darling.

Lavatory itself is
a euphemism, of course,

meaning "place of washing."

Even less interest.

Oh, I have a present.

Oh!

Gosh.

Well.

(grunts, package thuds)

What could this be?

MARGO:
A new lavatory seat.

THEO:
No.

A fossil.

(gasps)

Specifically a Mamites ammonite
from the Cretaceous age.

Well, thank you, Theo.

LESLIE:
Theo's lent me a camera.

I'm going to take portraits.

And I'm going to be
photographed, looking fabulous.

LOUISA:
Hmm.

You get a camera,
I get a reminder I'm going to be

embedded in a cliff face
one day.

Whoa, we're on an anthill!

LESLIE:
We're not.

Right, let's
have some cake!

LUGARETZIA:
Ella esy.

I wanted to get candles but
couldn't get hold of enough.

Right, well, that's it.

Ants on the cake!

Shut up, Lugaretzia.

How old do you all think I am?

(clears his throat)
Don't answer.

LOUISA:
No, I mean it, come on.

How old?

35 at the most.

So when Larry born she was...

Thirteen.

No, but I was very young.

I don't know, are you 50?

LESLIE:
That sounds about right.

MARGO:
So it's probably time
to act more sedated,

Like the Queen Mary.

GERRY:
I see you more

as a slow-moving giant turtle.

Right, well,
this has been delightful.

Oh, are you not 50?

No, I am not 50!

And I don't see myself

as a slow-moving turtle, Gerry.

More of a sea lion, perhaps?

LOUISA:
I see myself

as a woman in her prime.

Yes, Gerry.

And though maybe
not as young

as Sven's new girlfriend,

I am young and I am fun.

And I will not
let you forget it!

SINGER ON RECORD:
♪ These foolish things... ♪

Oh, go away.

You're too late.

LOUISA:
I suppose part of this

is about me having
children so young.

I spent my twenties
changing nappies.

Enjoy your youth while you can.

What did Aunt Hermione
send you?

Some birthday money.

I'm going to buy
something frivolous.

Like a trip to Venice.

Or some roller skates.

Mother, you're not 18.

Have you not
been listening to me?

I thought we were
short of money.

Well, we are.

But I've paid Spiros back
a little bit, and, well,

Vasilia doesn't seem so
desperate for the rent.

Well, you can relax,

because I'm going to make money
by being a photographer.

MARGO:
How many photographs

have you taken in your life?

(shutter clicking)

One.

But I have
Theo's excellent book.

And a powerful urge to succeed.

Mmm, fabulous.

You'll have
to practice lots first.

Oh, start with me.

(clears his throat)

Yes-- okay, now tilt your head
to the side a bit

so we can't see your spot,
that's lovely.

Oh, no!

It's enormous.

LOUISA:
No, it's not.

You look divine.

I'll never find a man
who loves me.

Darling,

love isn't everything.

(Sven singing in Swedish)

You sound happy.

Well, in fact, it's a ballad
about evil trolls

who eat children.

It's very Swedish.

Well, you made it sound
very jolly.

I'm kidding, it's a love song.

So what brings you to me?

You're an expert on goats,
and Leslie was wondering

how often he should milk them.

Once a day.

Thank you.

I heard you had a girlfriend.

Oh, did you?

Is it true?

Well, you once told me
no man is an island.

I'm sorry,
it's none of my business.

How's...
what's his name,

Huge?

Hugh.

And I wouldn't say he's huge.

Always nice to see you.

Wait.

You've done something to your...

Oh.

Well...

Looks good.

Thank you.

Do keep singing.

LARRY:
I shouldn't be
eating this, really.

It's Mother's way of
creating dependency in me.

Or she just
likes cooking.

And why does she
like cooking?

Because it's where
her power resides.

She's like a despot

whose weapon is pie.

Don't be mean.

She misses you.

I miss her.

While she's having a crisis,

you just stay here

in your little hidey-hole.

So you dragging
lots of girls up here?

Mmm.

(whispering):
There's a couple
under the bed.

What?

Don't tell Mother,

but Vasilia
came to see me.

You mustn't get
together with her!

I won't!

She's a nightmare,
and she's our landlady.

She'll evict us
if we're not careful.

I know-- I'm not
an idiot.

(grunting)

I can't believe it--
another spot.

It's thwarted hormones.

Get a boyfriend.

I won't now I've got
three spots.

Just settle for anyone
half decent.

No.

I'm holding out
for someone gorgeous,

but who's also aware

of the mass prejudice
against women.

(exhales)

SPIROS:
Mrs. Durrells,
what are you doing?

I'm living for the moment.

SPIROS:
What?

(sighs)

(shrieks)

Oh, be a love.

(groans)

What are you doing?

I'm assessing you
for a portrait.

Oh, Leslie has become
a photographer.

He's got a studio
and everything.

He's brilliant.

Let me photograph you,
Spiros.

My rates are very reasonable.

No.

I know what I look like.

What about your wife
and children?

I especially know
what they look like.

Well, you used to have
a photo of them

on your windscreen.

No, that was
the Greek royal family.

Similar.

Much loved,
but very expensive.

Ooh!

Quel âge as tu?

Je m'appelle Gerry.

Non!

Je n'ai pas dit,
comment t'appelles-tu!

Right.

I can see you feel quite
strongly about that.

Quel âge as tu?

Did I mention the
je m'appelle Gerry?

I'd love to know a bit more
about you, Mr. Kralefsky.

I'm sure you've led
a fascinating life.

Oh, yes, in fact I have.

What was the most
fascinating thing?

Hello, Leslie.

Oh, hello.

Where's your mother?

I'm glad you're here, actually.

How is she?

Brooding about Sven,
wanting to be 20 again.

More importantly,

I'm doing a special offer
on photo portraits.

So do sign up.
Certainly.

Oh, good.

I don't mean to pry,
but, um...

what's the truth about Sven?

Why didn't they marry?

Well, they liked
each other, but not...

Just not in the right way,
yes, I know the party line.

It's just that
I like your mother.

And I want to understand her
a bit better.

(whispering):
Sven... is a homosexual.

Ah.

And you mustn't tell anyone--
it's illegal.

Yeah.

Do you want to buy
some sticky buns?

I plunged my hand
into the dog's mouth

and twisted his tongue.

But I hung on, gamely,

for what seemed like an age,

until he went limp.

The creature had been suffocated
by its own tongue.

Whoa, blimey.

And then...

If you'll excuse me,
I want to go and see Mother.

Oh, really?

Yes.

Oh!

Very well.

I will escort you.

I'll be fine now.

(knocking)

Mother?

Mother dear?

Gerry here
wanted to see you.

Oh, I'm flattered.

Nowadays so many people consider
a person of my age to be a bore.

Goodness, no.

I absolutely
wanted to see you.

Come and sit down.

Excuse me, I need
the lavatory.

LESLIE:
Where's the lamp?
It's so dark.

No, I've got too many spots--
I can't let anyone see them.

LESLIE:
Don't be ridiculous.

(groans)

LOUISA:
So...

what do you think?

I think you should wear clothes
for your own age group.

Oh, really.

MARGO:
Um...

I don't want to worry you,

but Larry says
Vasilia's after him.

Larry's not that stupid.

(typewriter keys clacking)

(bell rings)

(door bangs open)

LARRY:
What brings you here?

English lessons, or...

No.

The teacher will
be me, I think.

Look, obviously you're
very easy on the eye,

but you used to go out with my
mother's gentleman friend, so...

Old history.

But to quote
James Joyce's Ulysses,

"History is a nightmare...

...from which I am
trying to awake."

How's your daughter's
pregnancy going, Lugaretzia?

She eat many anchovies.

Hmm.

Well, I hear that's
a common craving.

And newspaper.

That's probably
not quite so common.

Happy birthday.

Oh, thank you.

I thought you didn't
have any money.

Well, to be honest,
this was cheap.

Ooh.

It's very comfy.

It's very classical
and motherly.

Promise you'll wear it?

Yes.

Not to do
the gardening in.

In public.

Yes, in public.

Thank you.

MR. KRALEFSKY:
He was a brute,
and I cannot abide a man

ill-treating a lady.

So I instantly threw him
onto his back,

shaming him,
and won the lady.

Ah.

But let us return to our French.

Quelle heure...

Please show me
how you threw him.

Oh, uh, very well.

Come at me.

Perhaps I shouldn't.

As you wish.

Quelle heure est-il?

Oops.

(groaning)

(goats bleating)

(pig oinking)

Oh, hello.

Hello.

What do we look like?

I don't normally arrive

with a watermelon,

but Leslie asked me to bring one
for my photographic portrait.

Oh, I see.

(pelican grunts)

Do you normally walk pelicans?

Um, yes, yes.

Gerry likes his animals

to have a little bit
of a jaunt every day, so...

Thank you.

That's a nice big one.

Well, do come in.

You've decided to wear that,
have you?

Yes, good idea,
the addition of fruit.

Yeah, it's artistic,
isn't it?

Look, it's in the book.

Ah.

So what I'm doing

is I'm turning light into paper.

Ah.

So we just...

Looks like you've found
your niche, Leslie.

Well done.

What's your niche?

Olives.

Nice.

Nice niche.

Thank you.

(shutter clicks)

Ah!

How was your
photography session?

Excellent.

Have some watermelon.

Leslie dropped it.

Thank you.

Um, you and me...

Look, I know you don't want
to mire yourself

in another mismatch
after Sven.

No, no, I don't,
but I..

I know why you
couldn't marry him.

HUGH:
Louisa...

You're behind
the times, actually.

He's got a girlfriend.

Oh, that's what
it's all about, I see.

Oh, hello, darling.

Margo's got
a couple of spots,

so she's sent
her face into hiding.

Margo, perfection
is tedious.

You're better than that.

Thank you.

Is that the dress
I gave you?

Uh, yes, I've
adapted it, actually.

I made it into two dresses

so now we can go into town
like twin sisters.

(groans)

Well, I like it.

Thank you.

(tray crashing, Louisa squeals)

(fabric rips, Louisa gasps)

(knock at door)

LOUISA:
Larry, it's your mother.

Wardrobe!

Do I look like a jacket?

(weakly):
Surprise.

Oh, Larry.

I'm not good enough
for your son?

No, you're not.

Let's not get
all blamey and judgey.

It's so obvious
that she's using you.

I could just as easily
be using her.

Not that I am--
that would be rude.

She's twice your age!

Are you 15?!

No, I'm not 15!

Not that age matters.

You fell out with Nancy,
and now this?

That was different.

I liked Nancy!

And I didn't want to lose you.

Your mummy
brings you food?

I don't ask her for it.

She is dangerous, Larry.

Yes, I am.

And what are you?

I am a mother.

Mmm, boring.

I'm a woman.

Your dress has a crack.

Too tight.

I will be, wear,
and do as I wish.

As you will find out.

"I am a woman."

Sod off.

Mum, Mr. Kralefsky
can't teach me for a while.

Oh, yes, he can.

No, really--
he's cracked a collarbone.

No!

How?

He was demonstrating
how he wrestled with a brute

and won a lady.

I think he tends
to exaggerate.

And I sort of wrestled him
and won.

Anyway, bye.

Hello.

I'm here for my session

with society photographer
Leslie Durrell.

Ah, oh, well, do come in.

And to apologize
for my fossil gaffe.

My aim was to show
eternal beauty.

(Leslie clears his throat)

Theo, I can see you now.

I've had a late cancellation.

My model has cried off

due to a skin complaint.

(raising his voice):
Even though I told her

I needed the practice.

LESLIE:
How was your journey,
was it okay?

Brilliant, yeah, lovely.

VASILIA:
Little boy,

where is your mother?

GERRY:
In the kitchen.

Use your brain.

(door opens)

You have repaired your clothes.

Yes.

Why you are trying to be
what you are not?

Since you're
showing an interest,

I was bored
with what I'd become.

I am never bored with me.

No, I sensed that.

(camera clicks)

Can I photograph you?

No, you can't.

No, but...
Thank you.

So what can I do for you?

You are angry
I am with Larry.

Oh, goodness no.

I'm just pleased Larry's
finally found a girlfriend.

I mean, I never thought
that would happen.

And an older woman, too--
perfect for him

to learn the ropes.

He is handsome.

Mmm, well, I'm pleased
you think so.

I mean, that's all that matters.

Well, I know how
busy you are,

so why don't I give you
this month's rent,

and... then we can say
our goodbyes.

I'll give up your son
if you give up Hugh.

(goat bleating)

(people chatting in distance)

SVEN:
Hey, slow down there!

Stop
!

Stop, please.

I felt like an intruder.

I would have introduced you.

Look, I can't move on
with my life if I keep thinking

that it could've been with you.

Please don't keep me guessing.

She's an old friend from Sweden.

Rosalint.

She's very bossy.

And his name is Viggo.

And I love him.

I'm not fighting it
anymore.

Our love is like...
like buried treasure.

Dig it up when nobody's looking,
and then people come,

we have to hide it again.

I'm so glad
you've found someone.

I will always love you, too.

I don't want to mess up
you and "Huge."

I think we'll be all right now.

(exhales)

And you know it's "Hugh,"
don't you?

Yeah.

(feeble accordion playing
in distance)

There's Viggo-- he's
learning the accordion.

Now I understand what you mean
by it being annoying.

Larry?

Mmm?

Come here.

No, I'm working.

We are good together.

(half-heartedly):
Mm...

And in Greece,
when a man and a woman

are good together,
they get married.

You're not exactly
a blushing virgin.

If you do ever get married
I'd suggest a scarlet dress.

Whatever you say,
darling.

You know, I thought you'd see
marriage as rather bourgeois.

You'll be telling me
you've already chosen

your children's
names next.

Aristides and Vasilia junior.

I shouldn't even be thinking
about her tawdry deal,

but I do so fear for Larry.

Of course.

And the ghost of Sven's
making Hugh cross.

(sighs)

I don't even know
who I am anymore.

I want to be young,
but I'd love serenity.

I want to be more like you.

No, no, please,
be more like you.

Hello, Gerrys,
good morning!

Give me a pelican!

(imitates pelican)

Give me an otter!

(imitates otter)

Oh, Mrs. Durrells,

I bring you
Mr. Kralefskys.

Ah!

He can't get out of the car,
because it hurts.

Ah.

Mr. Kralefsky, I am so sorry

about what happened.

Gerry...

They say that there is
no fool like an old fool,

and I am the living,
hobbling proof.

Well, thank you.

How were Gerry's studies going?

His French?

Well, you know, Mrs. Durrell,

Petit a petit,
l'oiseau fait son nid.

Well, yes, I mean, we're always
saying that, aren't we?

Yes.

So you'll have him back?

No-- tutoring is
clearly too dangerous.

LOUISA:
Are you sure?

It's impossible
to find a good tutor.

I mean even Spiros had a go.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Now, if you will excuse me,
I must go to see Mother.

Oh, um, well, it's
an outside one, I'm afraid.

Uh...

(jazzy music playing)

LESLIE:
They're ready, Mum.

Look.

Happy birthday.

SINGING ON RECORD:
♪ Don't let yourself
get hotcha ♪

♪ Don't let your love go wrong ♪

♪ Don't let the moonlight
get you... ♪

(record winds down,
pitch goes off)

Oh, no-- I can
do them again.

I'm just learning.

Have I let you down?

No, it's not you.

I'm ghastly.

This is what
I've looked like recently?

No.

I think my experiments
with looking younger

are over, don't you?

Yes, please.

(Margo laughs briefly)

Leslie, darling,

take some more photographs.

God knows we're not perfect, but
let's celebrate the real us.

Okay.

Go that way, go that way.

Smile,
mouth closed.

(mumbling)

(grunting)

Stop!

Larry, Larry, Larry.

(groans)

(shutter clicks)

Seriously...
You look fine.

(mumbling)

Useless, isn't it?

Margo...

(shutter clicks)

(shutter clicks)

Beautiful.

Really nice.

(knock at door)

HUGH:
Hello.

Hello.

I've come to settle
my photography bill.

Oh, thank you.

Leslie's just...
No, I haven't.

I've come to see you.

Happy birthday.

I shouldn't have got involved
in your history with Sven.

It's fine, it's all resolved.

I'm sorry I was difficult.

You're forgetting that
my last girlfriend was Vasilia.

No, I'm not.

She's seeing my son Larry.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry.

She said she'd stop
if I stopped seeing you.

The awful thing is,
I thought about it.

Well, please
don't do that.

Trust me, it won't last.

LESLIE:
Mother, we've decided...

Oh, morning, Hugh.
Morning.

We've decided to give your
birthday picnic another go.

Oh.

I got in a bit of a state
about the whole ageing thing.

GERRY:
Morning, Hugh.

Gerry.

Margo won't come
out of her room

because she's up to eight spots.

What breakfast is flat enough

to slide under a door?

Bacon?

Toast.

Kalimera.

Donald!

LESLIE:
Hey, pal.

How you doing?
GERRY:
You're back.

I'm good,
how are you?

What have you got
in your rucksack?

Can you help me
get this off?

I toppled over in Kefalonia

and it took me ten minutes
to right myself.

Where's Margo?

She won't get out
of her bedroom.

Yes, they're making her
some flat breakfast.

HUGH:
That should do it.

So Larry moved out?

Yes, so you can stay
until he gets back.

He's coming back?

Oh, yes.

So why is Margo
locked in her room?

Let's ask her, shall we?

Margo!

Margo, tell Donald
why you're hiding.

MARGO:
I've got spots.

She's there.

Hello, Margo.

MARGO:
Hello, Donald.

Piastika po pop o.

Donald, have you
got a job?

No, I need one actually,

now that Max isn't paying
for everything.

Would you live in
and be Gerry's tutor?

(singing in Greek)

Did you talk to Sven?

Yes.

What a lovely man.

Yes, he is.

Thank you.

Happy with life now?

Oh, goodness no, there's always
far too much to worry about.

But, you know,
I was thinking:

I've been fretting about my age,
but Vasilia has taken

a younger man to feel better
about herself.

So I win.

Shall we?

Can I show you my photos?

Mmm, of course.

What would you say
your style is?

What's my style?

Mmm.

I suppose you could describe it
as a good style.

A good style--
is that a style?

It is now.

Can I photograph
your baby when it comes?

Yes, but not
like that.

I'm down to one major spot now,

and these two,
which are like evil twins,

but basically
they're much better now.

And that is, as I predicted,

because you have the adoration
of a good man

soothing your
raging hormones.

I don't know.

The one on my forehead,
which was really angry,

it's nearly gone now,
but it...

Stop.

That's ten minutes
talking about your spots.

I am fiercely intelligent.

I've had
a novel published.

Oh, shut up.

Anyway I'm not talking to you

now you're seeing
that hateful woman.

(music stops)

Okay, group photo, everyone.

It's quite complicated, so I
will need some discipline.

LOUISA:
Come on, come on.

Just check.

So Larry, what will it take
to persuade you to come home

and change your girlfriend?

I'm afraid I'm
my own person now.

Mmm, no, you're not.

Not while you're living
ten minutes away

from your mother by donkey.

Right, let's see
those smiles, everyone.

I'll find you
a nice girlfriend.

I wouldn't
if I were you.

I'm getting married
to Vasilia.

(all gasping)