All language subtitles for The Durrells in Corfu - S03E04 - Episode 4.sd-en

[ice clinks]

♪

[pigs grunt]

[donkey brays]

[assorted animal noises
continue]

That's good is it, the drinking?

Mmm.

As long as it doesn't
run away with you.

It's been a bumpy month or two.

Sunshine in a glass.

[lamb bleats]

Hmm, oh, hello, darlings.

I've just sat down.

Good day at work?

I X-rayed a woman who had a
fur ball stuck in her esophagus.

We think she's
been licking her cat.

LESLIE:
Yeah, and I can't talk

about my work,
it's confidential.

Oh, thank goodness.

Except to say that...

Here we go.

There's one less shoplifter

called Alexis Spiliotopoulos
plying his trade

since this morning. Oh,
I'm proud of you, darling.

Just don't do anything
brave, please, ever.

Oh, telegram
from Larry from Athens.

Postman gave me it.

"Athens is fulgent.

"Met Indian Prince JeeJeebuoy.

"He arrives tomorrow,

short stay."

We've a prince coming to stay?

I hope his immigration papers
are in order.

You know, a tiara does not
constitute a valid passport.

GERRY:
But royalty.

Maybe he'll come on an elephant.

We're not making any concessions

just because he's a,
a silly prince.

But no harm in
a quick spring clean.

Oh, yes, good,

you three can start
on the garden.

♪

♪

Ooh, please
check Roger for fleas.

I'm studying.

Oh, thank you.

I'm so pleased.

Finally.

We're immune.

Don't want to give
minor royalty a rash.

There we are.

Typical of Larry

to dump someone on us.

We did live in India, after all.

Well, I'm going to work.

Leslie was born in India,
Lugaretzia,

in the Punjab.

You are Indian?

Well, not really,

but it's all fluid,
isn't it, these days.

We're here, Margo's boyfriend

is Turkish, [groans]

and Leslie's having a baby
with a Greek girl.

Do try to get
to know Daphne better.

Especially now that

you've got a responsible job

you can be proud of.

I've tried, but her family

are so angry with me
for not marrying her,

I can't do any more.

[car horn honking]

SPIROS:
Good morning officer.

Don't you dare

kick my wheels.

Policed to meet you!

Mrs. Durrell,

Margo says you have
a maharaja coming to stay.

Yes, Larry's started
picking up exotic friends.

Why stop at exotic animals?

I come bearing shrimps.

Perfect,

Now I can make
shrimp mango pulao

for Prince JeeJeebuoy.

No, they're
for Gerry's flamingos.

SPIROS:
Shall I get you champagne

for your special visitor?

No, no, no, he will live like
the rest of us.

Oh.

Actually Larry might like some,
so yes, thank you.

Do pick up a crate.

♪

CREECH [mumbling drunk]:
Die, you old bastard.

Hardest bed ever.

All gone wrong.

Captain Creech?

Captain Creech!

Yes.

Only just.

Can I help you up?

What's the point?

Perhaps I could find you
a nicer gutter?

With a view?

THEO:
We will feed one shrimps,
the other not,

to see if it
affects their color.

So are there many animals

whose color changes
with what they eat?

Yes, salmon.

Goldfinches,
also from carotenoids.

You know, she's stopped fretting

about my education

now I take my books
with me everywhere.

What's really in there?

Dormice?
A weasel?

[flamingo honking]

So, how did you end up here?

Oh, chasing a popsy.

Mellifluous arse.

Bosoms lagging far behind,
perfectly acceptable.

Aren't you a bit old for that?

Well, it turns out I am.

So many luscious beauties

have slipped through my fingers.

How is your mother?

Fidgety at the prospect
of grandmother-hood.

Otherwise rather well.

I'm rock bottom.

I don't have a pot to piss in.

Although,

out the window works
just as well, I find.

[both chuckle]

I hate to sound
like a bank manager but,

haven't you any savings put by?

I have my boat in Corfu,

and what I stand up in.

I tried to kill myself,
you know.

But I couldn't.

Well, that's ironic.

I imagine many people have
wanted to kill you

over the years.[choked laugh]

♪

[animals grunting,
insect chirping]

MARGO:
Relax.

He'll probably be one of
those modern royals

who love normality.

It's not normal here.

There's a zoo.

Lugaretzia will
call him something awful,

and he'll be
expecting a lavatory

that isn't open to the elements.

Are you all right?

Yes, of course I am.

Gerry!

He's just drawn animals
and written daft stories.

Well, what do you expect?

Latin declensiables?

No, that's not right, is it?

"The huge hairy animal
mad a bow..."

and he spells like a half-wit...

"'Hooly mackerel, a gray baboon,

my farverit!'
he sayed."

Gerry, you solemnly promised

that you were studying.

There is no actual work here.

Certain is not spelt
S-U-R-T-E-N.

It should be, though,
shouldn't it?

That's not good enough!

You need the structure

of a school.

Where you can make friends
with people of your own age.

I am not going to a horrible
English boarding school

that smells of fear and sick.

No, of course you're not.

I'll find you a school here.

♪

Royalty coming up
the garden path!

♪

Hello.

You must be
Mrs. Durrell.

Such charm.

Leslie,

the hunter.

Margo, the beauty of the island.

Naturalist par excellence,
Gerry.

And Lugaretzia.

The cleaner!

Thank you for letting me stay.

It makes me very hot
to see you all.

[laughs]
We're honored

to welcome you.

We've had to scrub the house.

The animals have left a lot

of worrying stains.

May I offer you

a welcoming glass
of champagne, Your Highness?

No! Oh no!

Have you forgotten something?

Your elephant?

No, it's my foolish name.

My mother named me Prince,

her attempt to make

our humble family sound royal.

Oh.

That is brilliant.

I'm gonna name my son King.

If I'm allowed
a say in the name.

So, what do we call you?

My friends call me JeeJee.

Shall I give back
the rest of the champagne?

No.

Mrs. Durrell,
I'll try to make amends

by being
a most entertaining guest.

♪

JEEJEE:
The tiger padded into the room.

He froze, hoping that
if he attacked anybody,

it would be Major Ponsonby,

whom nobody liked, [laughter]

but he turned towards me.

I vowed that if I escaped,

I would live as if
each day were my last.

LOUISA:
Why is he such a joy?

He loves life,

and he's on the side
of the angels.

Gerry, you have
a beautiful future.

You understand that animals

are our simpler, better selves.

They teach us so much,
from how to sit quietly,

to how to eat a fruit
with elegance.

I don't think Mother
agrees with you.

No, Gerry, that's not fair.

I've given you freedom
most boys only dream about.

So, why take it away now?

It's a school,
not a house of correction.

What's the difference?

The age-old dichotomy

between formal education
and learning

from what my mother calls
"fannying about."

[laughs]

Yes.

None of my children liked
school.

Leslie took his uniform
into the garden

and shot it.

You've created a special family.

Yes, I have, haven't I?

Thank you.

I'm remembering how lovely

it can be to have guests.

[car horn honking]

JeeJee!

Larry!

Thank you!

I love your family.

Oh, these aren't mine.

No, you've come
to the wrong house.

Humor as a deflective
modesty reflex!

Yes, yes!

How was Athens?

Full of good things.

I loved the old ruins so much,

I brought one back.

He's homeless and destitute.

Yes, of course he is.

He's a drunken old lech,

nobody wants him in their house.

I found him at death's door.

Shall I bury him

in the quarry,
Mrs. Durrells?

No.

Oh!

Nice to be talked about.

Or are you discussing
how to get rid of me?

Yes, that's one of the choices.

LARRY:
Tell mother

about karma.

Rebuff him,
Mrs. Durrell,

and it may come back to bite you

in the afterlife.

It's rather full here,

but you can stay
for a day or two.

You'll have to have
Gerry's room.

With the bugs,

and the rotting stuffed bat.

Oh!

Is that a barely crested grebe?

[sighs contentedly]

By then, the water
was up to my arsehole,

a soothing balm for my dysentery

but bad news in the middle
of cocking Baffin Bay.

Talk about a grim
Northwest Passage, eh?

[laughs heartily]

[nervous laughter]

I fear these
need a scrub, my dear.

LESLIE: [speaking Greek]

English today, I must practice.

I do not like to arrest people.

Are you in the right job?

No.

But being a baker
turned me into a whale.

Oh come on, we'll trot along?

No.

Daphne.

I want us to be friends.

How could we?

You're abandoning me.

I'm not.

So marry me,
and the baby can have

a respectable life.

But that's not fair.

Daphne.

[knocking]

THEO:
Mrs. Durrell!

Nothing medical, I hope?

No, I'm very well.

Although less so
now Captain Creech

is staying with us.

MARGO:
Well, this will
cheer you up, look.

We had a quiet day at work

so we X-rayed a rabbit
wearing glasses.

[chuckles]

Can I ask

your advice about Gerry?

I want to find him
a local school.

Oh.

And this is a fish
with an earring.

Let's try to look
like professionals.

As you know,
Gerry hated school in England,

so I need somewhere
that's welcoming,

but not too lax.

And sporty,

because his interests
are a bit narrow.

Mrs. Durrell... But he loves writing,

so a school with
a creative ethos would be...

There's only one school
he can go to.

Oh.

The nearest one.

And you'll both have
to be interviewed

by the headmistress,

who will test Gerry's Greek.

Ah.

I love having him
around the house,

but a school's
a good idea, isn't it?

Why not?

He's fiercely intelligent.

Anywhere would
be lucky to have him.

LESLIE [speaking Greek]:

Well, let's leave it.

If they're not sleeping,
they're shouting.

You can't just leave it.

[speaking Greek]

Nope.

Mrs. Petridis!

Have you mislaid a baby?

Thank you.

I put him in the shade,

but I couldn't remember where.

At least he didn't
roll down a hill this time.

I won't charge you
with neglect on this occasion.

Thank you.

[baby giggles]

[lamb bleats]

I am restored! Ha! Good.

Well, do try to stay
on the straight and narrow.

Well, I will if you will.

We...

both have a bent for...

liquid indulgence.

Oh, I think she's an amateur
compared to you.

So, who will buy my boat?

I've never seen the appeal.

Water, wind.

Seagulls.

Chunky knitwear.

Oh, don't listen.

Les and I are dying
to do some sailing.

Oh!
[laughs]

Oh, I like you more
and more, my boy.

There!

20 pounds.

Go on, arrest me,
I'm robbing myself.

[water splashes]

LESLIE:
It's not even worth 20 bob.

If you knew anything

about boats...

I do, I do!

...you would appreciate
her solid qualities.

LARRY:
I love it.

You suddenly realize
you can go anywhere.

What a fine fellow you are.

And this boat's like,

well, it's like you, Creech...

barnacled, leaking...

Yes I-I do do that...

But heroically holding
onto existence.

I'll buy it. What?

[laughs]

Hooray!

You don't even know how to sail.

Well, what an opportunity
to start.

The captain will teach me.

Will I bollocks.

Cheer up.

JEEJEE:
My brother, having
waltzed at the ball

with an eminent European lady,

led her back to her seat,

took her fan, and said,

"Madam, may I make wind
in your face?"

[laughter]

[sighs fondly]
India enchanted us.

That's why it was
so hard to settle down

in Bournemouth...
too many memories

of warm nights

and fireflies and music,

and your father coming home late
from building bridges

to find you all in bed,

fighting sleep so you could
tell him about your day.

Applause for the chef.

[applause]

Well done, Mummy!

The curry was

just missing some Bombay duck.

You can't get it on Corfu.

Use a local duck.

It's not duck,
it's a dried lizardfish.

I'll find a substitute.

What are your plans
after us, JeeJee?

I'm en route to Persia

to visit a famous holy man,

a fakir.

To prepare, after this meal

I'll fast for four days

to aid meditation into a trance.

I'll fast, too.

I'm intensely spiritual.

I can't fast.

I'm too busy righting wrongs
out there on the streets.

Creech!

I thought it was quiet.

Yes, I've just been
snoozing off the boozing.

[chuckling]

Forgive me,
Mrs. Durrell,

but I think you drink too much.

The body is
a precision instrument.

To take alcohol
is like pouring treacle

into an expensive piano.

Oh, nonsense!
Leave the gal alone.

Do you think it's easy

trying to run a ship...
er, house?

Thank you.

And now...

Oh, right,

let's have a sing-song,
shall we?

I'll-I'll start off

and you join in.

What?

[singing]:
♪ Oh, Mary

♪ She's a sailor's lass

♪ To me, Hooker John,
O John ♪

♪ We courted all night

♪ On the grass, to me

♪ Hooker John, O John!

♪ Oh Susanna, whoa

♪ Way up high

♪ Johnny's on the foreyard,
Yonder... ♪

Have you noticed,

it's like Mother's good angel
and her bad angel.

♪ ...Way up high...

Wonder who's going to win.

♪ Way up high

LESLIE:
He's so skinny,
he'll blow into the sea.

Especially after
two days of fasting.

LOUISA:
I wonder if it's making him

less judgmental.

It's making him
beautifully calm.

[thudding]

LESLIE:
I wonder why it's not
doing the same to Margo?

What are you staring at?

Don't kill each other,

and stay away from Albania.

LESLIE:
Watch and learn
from me at first.

LARRY [imitating]:
Watch and learn
from me at first.

I was hungry
in the night and I, er,

ate one of the locusts.

Don't tell the boy.

LESLIE:
No, first pull on the vang.

LARRY:
What's the vang?

It's on the end of the gaff.

I told you what everything is.

You were too busy
posing in your blouse.

I will arrest you
if you touch that rope again.

This is my boat,
so can you stop,

for one second,

being a policeman?

No, fine.
No, no, fine.

I'll leave you to it, shall I?

I would adore that.

Yeah.

[water splashing]

I don't think you'll
find any lizard fish here

for your Bombay duck thing.

I'll dry whatever I catch.

Let's talk about school.

I'm going to test you
some more on your Greek.

You must impress
your headmistress,

Or your mother will

be broken into two.

Greek for school?

Skoolopolos?

So close!

Really? No.

Greek for mathematics?

Mathonopolous.

Almost there.

Was I? No.

[groans]

Oh darling,
please eat something.

Fasting doesn't agree with you.

No, it's spiritually cleansing.

Well, you did eat
those five biscuits

and lunch yesterday.

[inhales]

Oh, this is harder
than childbirth.

Right.

Oh!
Mm-mmm, no.

Lugaretzia.

[struggling]

[breathing heavily]

LOUISA:
Oh, hello.

Fish, for drying.

You don't like him no more?

I do, but I don't like

being told off
in front of my family.

[crowd chattering, dogs barking]

What's going on down there?

It looks illegal.

Never mind...
live and let live.

[scoffs]

Isn't that Daphne's father?

[speaking Greek]

Leslie?

Well, Junior Constable Durrell,

strictly speaking.

Yassas.

[sighs]

[insects chirping]

JeeJee!

Margo!

No wonder he fainted,

it smells hideous.

No, it's the fasting.

He's too thin.

I'm cooking you
a very big lunch.

I'm sure enlightenment
is also possible

on a full stomach.

Please tell me to shut up but...

Shut up.

Thank you, JeeJee,
but I am old enough

to make up my own mind.

Of course you are.

Now, finish that

fizzy tosh and move onto this.

Oh, I'm fine, thank you.

They say it goes

with this, if you're a girlie.

Oh.

Leslie!

Hi, JeeJee.

There's a stink in the garden.

Yes, JeeJee's drying sardines
to make Bombay Duck.

Mummy, can I...

[quietly]:
Why are you taking me
over here, darling?

I found out that Daphne's father

is involved
in smuggling cigarettes.

Oh, no.

Yeah, I don't know
whether to report him.

Well, what happens if you don't?

If I'm caught, I'll lose my job.

Oh darling, come and eat.

Now, try this.

Mmm.

[chuckles]

♪

[brakes squeal]

Are you okay, Miss Margo?

I was fasting,
then I ate a whole pie.

And that's another reason
why I love it here.

Travelers
pass through... you,

my Swedish friend Sven,
and Hugh, of course...

or Huge, depending on
who you talk to.

[laughs]

Although, there was

something missing.

Oh, and recently, in London...

JEEJEE:
Spiro.

Hello, JeeJees.

Mrs. Durrells,
your car awaits.

Oh!

Where are we going?

I do love surprises.

I'm taking you and Gerrys
to meet the headmistress

of the school.

Oh. I forgot.

I'm an idiot.

I would advise you

to postpone the encounter,
Mrs. Durrell.

Or shall we just
get it over with?

Yes.

It's vital he gets

a bloody good education.

I think the bad angel
is winning.

[distant bell ringing]

Oh...

Albania.

No, let's not go that way.

Oh.

Bugger.

HEADMISTRESS [speaking Greek]:

GERRY [speaking Greek]:

[laughing]:
It's all Greek to me.

[hiccups]
Ooh.

Oh, I do apologize.

[sighs]

You know I think,
don't you, that

a school is...
is like a greenhouse.

Carry on.

Do you want to get

some air, Mother?

No, no darling, there's plenty

of that in here.

My mother has a lot of guests

at the moment,

and they can be quite a handful.

Late nights, that kind of thing.

My fakir Andrawathi
is an amazing man.

He was once buried alive
for 120 days.

Oh, how awful.

No, it was deliberate.

Oh.

He was in a trance.

I've experienced it myself. Is it magical?

It is.

You feel you're floating.

Indeed, real levitation
does occur.Wow.

It is a paradox

that most of us love the world,

but wish somehow
to escape its bounds.

Mmm, like Mother's drinking.

Indeed.

I fear I've offended her.

It is, after all,

another form of trance.

I wonder if she's
come out of it yet.

And would I be able
to bring my dog Roger in?

No.

LOUISA:
Really?

He's now fully free of fleas,

and that's not easy to say.
[snorts]

I'm afraid you will not
be coming to this school.

What? Why?

It is not your son's fault,
though his Greek is limited.

It is yours.

♪

[Creech snoring]

Oh...

Oh, hello dear.

Must get on, people to annoy.

[chuckles]

[groans]

LESLIE:
Please, Daphne,

may I talk to you?

Yes.

I don't know if your father
said anything,

about this morning?

He did.

I'm not going to tell anyone.

Thank you.

I won't tell anyone,

even if it costs me my job.

Because whether
you like it or not,

we will be family.

It's me who wants us
to be a real family.

We need to be in love for that.

Bloody teachers,
always judging everyone.

I know.
Outrageous.

You know, Creech is right,

the finger-waggers
will always be with us.

A woman can't have
a drink now, is that it?

JeeJee's...

You need to come,
he's in a trance.

[quietly]:
Gerry, run upstairs

and try to grab him.

Margo, bring cushions.

That doesn't look very safe.

Why don't you and I...

[gasps]
JeeJee!

Oh God!

Speak to me.

Please.

There we go.

Let's both try
to be more normal.

Did the pelican get you?

No, he fell onto the pergola.

I'm going to try it again.

No.GERRY:
Please don't.

Has anyone seen Larry?

LESLIE:
No, not since

I left him on his boat,
which he can't sail,

by the way.

He was so annoying,
I just left him there.

MAN [speaking Albanian]:

♪

Hello, Albanians.

[yelling]:
I am British.

But think of me above all

as a friend of Albania.

[men speaking Albanian]

♪

[sighs]

[dog barks]
[shouting in distance]

It's bloody easy when
you know how, isn't it,

this sailing.

[slowly]:
Bloody. Easy.

MEN:
Bloody easy.

LARRY [speaking Albanian]:

Hello!

I'm back!
[grunts]

Sorry, you must've
been really worried.

Yes, yes.

Don't do that again.

I drifted,
but I was in safe hands.

Albanians are fantastic people.

Good, let's send Gerry
to school there.

Oh, he didn't get in?

Why, did he bang on about bugs

or otter crap till she snapped?

No, I ruined it
by turning up drunk.

Oh come on, that is quite funny.

No, it's not.

I keep messing up
Gerry's education.

And I've been
drinking like a fish

since Auntie died

and Leslie made a baby
nobody wants,

poor little mite.

Exactly, that's
why you're drinking.

To numb the pain.

You're a fine mother,

and a generous host
to whomever I throw at you.

No more guests, please.

Unless they're like JeeJeebuoy.

He's sweetened
our lives so much.

Unlike our sailor friend.

I can't for a moment imagine why

I listened to Creech over him.

Yeah, that was stupid.

Well, I've given up
alcohol, again.

Well, I haven't.

In fact, I need one right now.

I was scared back there.

We're heading for war in Europe,

and I panic at the sight

of some delightful
Albanian fishermen.

[sniffs]
That's not me

that stinks of fish, is it?

I think it must be, darling.

[honking]

THEO:
We are ready

to record the results.

It's a black and white
photograph, of course,

but we'll get the idea.

[flamingos honk]

[camera shutter clicks]

JEEJEE:
When you feel the urge
to have a tipple,

adopt this meditative position.

Now, think of a word
to say over and over.

Something simple.

Grandmother.

Grand... Don't say it out loud.

Possibly a word

with fewer syllables.

How about fish?

Try something unrelated
to what's on your mind.

[humming]

[humming]

I was unfair, Gerry.

You're a lovely writer.

Thank you.

Larry writes to dazzle.

You write to entertain.

And your spelling
makes me laugh out loud.

[laughs]

This is my scientific report,
to show that

I'm doing fine without school.

Oh, well, thank you,

I shall read it with interest.

I'm so sorry for yesterday.

I can't promise

I'll never embarrass you again,

but I won't do it for a while.

[chuckles]

[sheep bleating]

[speaking Greek]

[door opens]

The sardines smell dead.

I know, and Zoltan's coming.

He vomits at the drop of a hat.

[sighs]

[typewriter clacking]
♪

LUGARETZIA:
Hurry!

Oh!

Close your eyes and
make your chin go floppy.

Chin is floppy.

[groaning]

Here, you do it.

You would benefit
from meditation,

because you have
a stressful job.

Oh, I have.

Don't even get me started.

[hums]

[both hum]

Quick, quick.

Wait, Margo, please.

Ignore us, Daphne,
we're just burying some fish.

Oh, oh...

Quick.

Hello, Daphne.

Hello.

Thank you, Leslie.

Hello, sir.

Welcome to the family.

And welcome to mine.

I am not perfect,
but my daughter is.

Please.

LOUISA:
Tea for our guests.

Thank you, Lugaretzia.

Oh!

Hello.Hello. Larry?

Larry?

Albania!

Champagne?

No, mother's ruin.

Lugaretzia...
[speaking Greek]

LUGARETZIA:
No! Kill it!

Make a handbag.

I've changed my mind.

I love having guests.

What are we humans for,
otherwise?

Trains moving forward on tracks
that never touch.

Mrs. Durrells.

I was worried about you.

Thank you.

I'm fine now.

I blame myself
for buying the bubbly.

Well, it's all gone now.

And to be honest,

I had a back-up vat
of cooking sherry.

Well, tragically,
dear lady, I, I...

I must depart.

Mmm.

You saved my life.

Well, that was rather gracious.

Thank you.

Anyway,

it won't be
so much fun 'round here

now the loopy Indian's
buggering off, eh?

[laughs]

I knew it couldn't last.

And as they say

at sea... one should
always leave

before they count the cutlery.

And I'm very pleased to tell you

I've finally
beaten the demon drink.

Gosh, how?

Well I-I watched you
pour it down your neck

all this week and realized,

frankly, it's all
a bit unsavory.

Not really the kind of thing

I like to see in a lady.

Shall I strike him?

There's a line of people
ahead of you.

Shall we say goodbye, Captain?

Rather inhospitable.

Got any tucker for the journey?

No.No.

Well, I didn't see
much of you, JeeJee,

but I hear you
went down a storm.

Ah.

I fear I lost credibility

when I became
lodged in your greenery.

Oh, we thought that
was your finest hour.

Oh, Prince.

It's been a joy.

And if ever you want to be
the fifth Durrell child,

don't hesitate.

I'm still amazed
that seagulls managed

to eat all my dried fish. Shocking.

I know. Bloody birds.

Good luck with your fakir.
Send us a photograph

of you levitating.

Daphne agrees that we
should call our baby King.

No, I don't.

Or we might go
for Count, or Doctor.

Please all visit me

in India.

Gerry, I'm sure I can
rustle up a tiger.

Bye!

Bye, JeeJee!

Well, that's two guests gone,

now there's just your
54 unwanted animals to go.

Always funny.

But, in fact, there are
a couple whose work is done.

Oh.

♪

So, room for some more now.

♪

It's been so quiet
since our guests left.

Mmm.

Don't worry, I've got
a batch coming over.

[speaking Greek]

[Greek continues]

Greetings.

"From the bottom of my heart

"via a friend in Colombia,
to my kind hosts.

JeeJee."

Oh.

That is the weirdest monkey.

Have I been drinking again,

or does it look like that?

It's a sloth.

Gosh!