All language subtitles for The Durrells in Corfu - S03E07 - Episode 7.sd-en

♪

[sizzling]

[goat bleating]

[oven closing]

[grunts, sighs]

[exhales]:
Idiot vegetarians.

What's wrong with a mouthful
of dead flesh?

LESLIE:
Why don't you just give Gerry
some raw vegetables?

That'll cure him. LOUISA:
He needs protein to grow.

Any news from Daphne?

Where is she? Yes, she's in Athens,

while she can still get her
belly on a ferry.

I give you...
Henry Miller,

America's greatest
living writer.

You met in London.

Henry.

Nice to see you
with your clothes on.

Louisa.

♪

[insects chirping]

[utensils clattering]

So this book of yours,

The Tropic of Cancer,

must be really filthy

if you can only publish it
in Paris.

Well, America is
a carnival of prudes.

Hmmm.

A carnival of prunes?

We do need
a standard of decency.

Why?
What are you scared of?

Spiders and incontinence.

LESLIE:
I'm a policeman,

we're scared of nothing.

Except not getting our man.

You're so conservative

and apathetic.

Greece's government

is more fascistic by the day.

Our freedoms are under attack.

You're only saying that

because Henry's here.

GERRY:
Normally he only talks

about food and girls.

[laughter]

LOUISA:
Well, moving on.

Has anyone seen Spiros?

MARGO:
No.

He must be so sad
without his wife

and children.

I've heard he's stopped working.

[goat stomping]I really miss him.

At least it seems
he's staying on Corfu.

[goat bleating]

So this guy, um, Spiros,

could he and your mom have
a future together?

We don't allow ourselves
to think about that.

[door closing]

[goat bleating]

HENRY MILLER:
Thanks, Louisa.

It was quite the feast.

I'm gonna grab a moonlight swim.

He didn't take
his swimming costume.

Henry swims naked.

And usually writes naked.

He likes to be naked.

[Louisa groans]

I may join him.

And leave you all to be...
mimsy.

LOUISA:
You know Larry,
you may feel...

radical, but we are
a respectably family living

in a nice, conservative country.

Well...

And if anything embarrassing
happens,

I will hold you personally
responsible.

[children chuckling]

[scoffs]

♪

[clucking]

[typewriter keys clacking]

♪

Is your family friend
Sven Lundblad?

Yes.

What about him?

[goat bleating]

I hear they want to arrest him
and his... man friend.

Oh, no.

Why?

Well...

Neighbors complained.

They are homosexual.

[stammers]:
Not the Neighbors.

They're not hurting anyone.

The superintendent has orders

from the government.

[chicken clucks]

Do you ever think
about... a man?

No.

Ah.

Still seems like a mad thing
to want to do.

Hmm.[men shouting distantly]

[clears throat]

♪

[typewriter return Dings]

Now which word's sexier:
lubricious

or tumid?[chicken clucking]

Think I'll go
with whore-mongering.

[goat bleating,
typewriter keys clacking]

Thank you for keeping Henry
at a safe distance.

Well I don't want to kill
Lugaretzia...

at least not in that way.

♪

MARGO:
Gerry! Lunch!

Your rabbit food is
in the kitchen.

It's actually a rather
flavoursome fricassee.

He's gone.

There's too much cooking.

How can we stop Gerry
being a vegetarian?

Make him cook his own food.

Now that is a brilliant idea.

Ah... Leslie.

There's lunch indoors, darling.

LESLIE:
Thanks.

There's a worrying rumour
down at the station.

Government outlawing reading
and thinking?

And farting.

Oh, for God's sake.

They've got their eye
on Sven and Viggo.

What?

They've been seen together.

LARRY:
Well,
tell your colleagues

that sexuality is a buffet,
not a set menu.

Yeah, I'm not gonna say that to
a bunch of Greek coppers, am I?

Oh, why not?

[exasperated sigh]

[insects chirping]

[goat bleating]

LARRY:
Sven!

SVEN:
Lawrence Durrell,

it's a rare pleasure.

I've been told
I can be rather annoying,

so I ration
my public appearances.

[goat bleating]

How are the goats?

Oh, they're goaty.

Mmm, ask a silly question.

Look, I hate this, but...

Constable Leslie,
Corfu's finest,

says you and Viggo are
under scrutiny.

[insects chirping]

Thank you.

I was waiting for this.

What are you going to do?

Send Viggo away for a while.

And you? Well,

I have dependents.

Oh, we can look after the goats.

How hard can it be?

Feed them some grass,
the odd pep talk.

No, I'm staying.[goat bleating]

This fascist regime,
they can go to hell.

Good man.

Let's be hopeful.

You know Greece,

the talking runs way ahead
of the doing.

LOUISA:
I hope Spiros
doesn't mind us visiting.

[dog barking]

MARGO:
We should have brought him
some honey.

[knocking]

[knocking]

We just called to say hello.

[dog barking]

Hello.

Come back
when my house looks better.

We've never been here,
it's exciting.

No.

Ah!

[flies buzzing]Well...

I'll start washing up.

[disgusted groan]

SPIROS:
Please, don't.

[utensils clattering]

We were worried
about you, Spiros.

Have you heard from your wife?

No.

MARGO:
Did something die
in here?

This is as bad as our house
when Mother went away.

Like you, I'm used
to being looked after.

[Spiros setting object down]

So you're not working.

My car is broken.

Brakes,

and I can't afford to fix them.

I'll lend you the money.

No.Yes.

You've helped us so much.

You don't have money either.

No, but we do have a bank loan
until my aunt's legacy arrives.

Um, I don't know if you want
this photograph

of your wife and children up?

Good.

It's already looking tidier.

♪

LESLIE:
Really, really bad smell.

It stinks.

Anyway it turns out
the policeman

was using his truncheon to make
the holes in the cheese.

[both laughing]

[chicken clucking]

We may not like it,

but I have orders to make
a stand against decadence.

If you want to keep
your job here,

you will go and arrest
Sven Lundblad.

Now.

[seagull squawking]

[birds chirping]

He's getting nearer.

Mmm.

♪

You sort of get used to it
after a while.

No, I still find it
quite unsettling.

Well, good.

LARRY:
Henry and I need books

on the law and history
of radicalism

and how to combat fascism.

I'm afraid that's not a strong
area for me in literature.

Yes, I know.

The countess you worked for,
I need to use her library.

You can't.

She's had a relapse,
she's a recluse again.

I want to borrow her books,
not take her to a barn dance.

She's mentally fragile,

she won't have anyone
in her house.

[sighs]

Anyway,

if this is about Sven,
who'd arrest him?

He's so nice.

[goat bleating]

♪

LESLIE:
I can't do this.

Will you?

No.

People laugh when I try
to arrest them.

It is my face.

Oh, God.

[insects chirping]

[goat bleating]

[sighs]

Sven,

I'm afraid you and Viggo need
to come with us,

to the station.

The, the police station.

Just to be clear.

Et tu, Leslie?

If that's a Swedish swear word,

I forgive you,
under the circumstances.

Viggo has already left
the country.

We're happy to wait
while you gather

anything you need.

[goat bleating]

I'll do everything I can

to make your stay
a comfortable one.

[door closes, sighs]

[dishes clattering]

[goat bleating]

Go on,

surprise me by drying up.

Oh, Gerry!

We need a chat.

Oh, God.

About you being a vegetarian.

You planning to join me?

No.

I'm not making two meals
anymore,

so after tomorrow

you'll have to cook your own.

What? And you need nutrition,

so two proper cooked meals,
supper and lunch.

[chicken cooing]

Mmm.

Look at the meatballs,
your favourite.

As enjoyed by billions of people

with no ill effects... LARRY:
You should've made a stand.

What do you expect me to do?

Walk away from a job
that I love?

How can you love a job that
involves you arresting Sven

just because he's attracted
to another man?

Oh, Leslie. It was an order!

I've no doubt justice will be
done, and he'll be released.

Well, I do have doubts
and principles I live by,

and "I'm just obeying orders"
isn't one of them.

It's illegal!

You live here!
Get the law changed!

God!

[birds chirping]

Yes, I heard about poor Sven.

Homosexuality has always been
taboo here

but tolerated.

This is new territory.

So what will happen?

They may cloak
his so-called offence

in a charge such as
gross indecency.

[water burbling, birds chirping]

Oh, tell Gerry I'm incubating a
new batch of parasitic copepods.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

It's not just Sven, it's Spiros.

Since his wife took
his children away,

he's barely left his house.

It's like wolves have moved in.

I can imagine.

And of course he's too proud
to ask for help.

What can I do?

Well, family is
at the heart of life here,

so if we could enlist
a relative of his

to keep an eye on him.[setting cup down]

His uncle Leonidas is
a wise old bird.

He works at the town hall.

Go and have a word with him.

Thank you, Theo.

I'm sorry I don't share your
enthusiasm for your coaty-pegs.

[chuckles]:
Copepods, yes.

You're not alone.

I'm a big embarrassment
to my parents.

So the two men on the island
you love the most

need rescuing.

♪

[seagulls crowing]

Thank you so much
for meeting me.

I wouldn't usually get involved,

but we've never seen
Spiros like this.

Thank you for your worry,
Mrs. Durrell.

It's one of my specialities.

To bring order and good cheer,

I will perhaps, uh,
move in with him

for a while.Perfect.

Would your wife be happy
with that?

Yes, she will be happy.

If she notices I have gone.[chuckles]

I probably shouldn't ask,

but do you think his wife
will come back?

I don't know.

I hope.

Gosh, me too.

No, really.

♪

Oh.

Hello Mrs. Durrells.

Spiros.

I apologize, for, uh,

when you visited, for being a,

what is it,
a bear with a forehead.

A bear with a sore head.

Yes.

That makes more sense.

[people speaking Greek]

Please.

Look at us, sitting at a bar
in the middle of the day.

Good, isn't it?

[bottle setting down]

[goat bleating]

[glasses setting down]

You know, I wouldn't do this
with anyone else but you.

Thank you.

I'm going to say a bad thing.

Well, go on then.

When you're here with me,

I miss my children
more than my wife.

♪

[chicken clucking]

I insist you let us see
Mr. Lundblad.

Out of the question.

Well, just explain
why he's in a cell.

He is suspected
of immoral behaviour.

Define immoral behaviour.

I cannot.

Hah!

You do it.

In Greek.

MILLER:
Oh, come on man,
why are you doing this?

He's lived here for years.

His goats are magnificent.

My superiors wants to see
disreputable acts punished.

Hey, Les, get us in
to see our man.

Please.

[goat bleating, men shouting]

[typewriter keys clacking]

LOUISA:
If it's any consolation,
this is no worse

than Spiros' accommodation.

LARRY:
How did you get in?

We've been scrapping it out
for half an hour.

Well, sometimes you get
better results

by arriving politely
and, well, with a picnic.

Hmm, did the suffragettes win
the vote by having a picnic?

Hello.

Oh, sorry, Sven, hello.

Didn't they chain themselves
to things?

Yes.

And threw themselves
in front of the king's horse,

and went on hunger strike.

Oh, well, start tomorrow.

This is serious.

Yes, I know it is.

Please, very grateful,
but no big fuss.

I just want to keep
on living here

as a goat farmer,

not as a cause célèbre.

I'm afraid this isn't
just about you.

Oh.

Who is it about?
You?

Proving what a zealot you are?

No it's about making a stand
against bigotry

and prejudice and...

Hey, hey, cool it bud.

Let's, uh,
let's all have a scone.

SVEN:
Uh,

they're actually for me.

[chicken clucking]

As I'm in sort of a prison cell.

Oh, yeah.

[goat bleating]

[insects chirping]

Poor Sven.

Why do people get so het up
about homosexuality?

We love to be offended.

It's one
of the ignoble pleasures.

If people knew how common it is.

At school we all did it.

Did you?

Well, it was that
or geography prep.

[insects chirping]

It's all in my novels.

I thought you made that up.

[knock on door,
teacup clatters on saucer]

Good evening, Louisa.

Basil.

Well, what the hell
are you doing here?

Ah, last minute whim.

Just a hop and a skip
from Lytchett Minster.

Well, cab, train, ferry, train,

train, train, bus, ferry,

cart.

Well, I suppose
you better come in.

[suitcase banging]

You met Larry and Henry Miller
in London.

Oh, yes indeed.

I've looked you up since.

You write hugely dirty books.

Basil is my second cousin.

He's dealing
with Aunt Hermione's will.

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

Did I do that one last time?

Yes, you did.

Oh, God, there's not a problem
with the estate, is there?

No, just a few loose ends.

Like a beginner's cardigan.

Might I stay for a few days?

Yes, of course.

Please.Right.

You'll forgive us

if we're a bit glum.

A friend of ours been arrested.

Oh dear.

What for?

Scrumping?
Ate a swan?

Smoked in church?

He's queer.

Right-e-oh.

There's no legal basis
for jailing him.

It's all tilting at windmills.

We need to get hold of law books
from the countess's library.

Well, don't do anything crazy.

[opening window, thudding]

"No one may suffer
for his beliefs,

"even religious ones,
provided their manifestation

does not trouble
the public order."

Bravo, you Frenchies.

[door creaking]

Stop!

[rooster crowing]

[sizzling]

BASIL:
Had a tour of the garden.

[goat bleating]

Or should I say the zoo.

They're not native
to Corfu, are they?

GERRY:
No.

He's from Central America.

[accented]:
Hello.

Pleased to meet you.

Good.

Rapport established.

♪

[indistinct talking]

[chickens clucking]

Uh, let me take care
of that, sir.

To make up with you
having to deal

with my family yesterday.

[knock on door]

LOUISA:
Spiros...

[knocking]

Uncle Leonidas.

Is everything all right?

[Leonidas sighs]

God in heaven.

[speaking Greek]

[laughing]

Mrs. Durrells!

[laughing]Hello.

We are taking it easy today.

Well, I wouldn't say you've
brought order to the house.

No, but I've remembered
how to have a good time.

[laughing]

Can we have...
just have...

It's none of my business,

but I really think you should
ask your uncle to leave.

But I hear it was you
who asked him to come.

Yes, all right.

Because I care about you.

[Leonidas grunts]

Have a beer!

I don't want a beer.

Get back to the town hall!

SPIROS:
My wife...

she's right.

I'm selfish.

No!

No, without you, we wouldn't
have survived a week

on this wonderful island.

Why did I help you?

Selfish, again.

Because I love you.

All of you.

Oh.

Well...

Perhaps because your family
get things wrong too, like me.

Well, my family and I

are going to help you
become the old Spiros again,

whether you like it or not.

In between sorting out
all our other problems.

[birds chirping]

LESLIE:
Did you see
the intruder's face?

No, I did not.

Oh, dear.

Well, he's a silly boy,
that's who he is.

With a slightly peculiar line
in swag.

Think nothing more of it.

You must be very distressed.

No, it rather perked me up.

Oh!

Perked... me... up.

[chuckles]:
Well, I'll be on my way.

You might want to put sturdier
locks on those windows.

Or, my advice,
get rid of the books

and use the room for ping-pong.

I know who did it, of course.

Oh?

Your brother, Lawrence.

You may write that down.

If you had been here,

you may have had better luck
shooting him.

[chuckles]:
Yes.

Well, rest assured
your complaints

will be taken very seriously.

[insects, birds chirping]

[exhales]

[insects chirping]

[utensils scraping]

MARGO:
Delicious cooking, Gerry.

Could you cook for me tomorrow?

What?

No!

How do you get
that lovely crisping?

Well, interestingly, I...

[insects chirping,
utensils scraping]

Anyway, we need to talk about
how we can get Sven released.

Yeah, and I don't want
any more criticism

about arresting Sven.

I helped an old woman today
find her cat.

I don't hear any of you
congratulating me on that.

Great work! Super!

LESLIE:
Thank you.

Basil, you're a lawyer,
surely you can help.

You'd think, but my field is
wills and probate.

For example,
I'd be hugely helpful

if Sven dies in custody.

[insects chirping,
utensils scraping]

So Bas,
remind us why you're here.

[chuckles]

Yeah, well, you know.

No.

Aunt Hermione spoke so glowingly
about Corfu.

The, uh...

fireflies, the...
the people, the...

traditional head scarves.

How could I not visit?

♪

[coughs]

Louisa.

You need to tell me
what's going on.

Gosh, in a sense who knows...

No, no, stop that.

There may be a sliver
of a problem

with your legacy.

And what might that problem be?

The value may be less
than you hoped.

I hate to sound greedy,
but why aren't you in England

ensuring that it isn't less?

And be eviscerated
by your cousin Prue

if it's bad news?

I'd rather be by a beach
a thousand miles away.

It's out of my hands.

I'm awaiting a telegram
from the banker boffins.

Meanwhile, let's eat, drink,
and be merry-ish, shall we?

♪

[birds squawking]

[chicken clucking]

[goat bleating]

Oh, the postman left you
a telegram.

Ah.

[envelope rustling]

♪

[birds squawking]

I am here to join
the legal team.

Whoa, I feel overdressed.

[birds squawking]

LUGARETZIA:
I cannot do a friendly face.

GERRY:
Roger.

[knocking on door]

Gerry.

Lugaretzia.

Roger.

[Roger murmurs]

Hello, Spiros.

[mutters in Greek]

Whoa.

[flies buzzing]

He cook, I clean.

We were disorganized last time.

Now we know what we're doing.

Let's hope
Leslie doesn't arrest you

for wearing his funeral suit.

I feel like a lawyer.

Half shark, half weasel.

Don't tell Gerry,
or he'll want one.

Before we rush
into the police station,

I should talk you
through Greek psychology

as regards homosexuality.

Do it on the way.

Or we'll turn up and find
they've knocked off for a beer.

♪

MILLER:
Hey, shouldn't he come too?

He's the only one of us
who is actually a lawyer.

♪

[footsteps echo]

We are here to formally
challenge the detention

of Sven Lundblad.

THEO:
Who is held
on these premises

without legally valid charge.

MILLER:
In contravention
of international law.

We're smelling bullshit.

BASIL:
Absolutely.

And I speak as
a qualified solicitor.

I'm sorry,
I've left my business card

in my long trousers.

You are flouting

the doctrine of habeus corpus,

as enshrined here!

Let the alleged fruit go,
he's a great guy,

and we'll say nothing more
about it.

[chuckles]

[grumbles]

♪

I seem to have left my key
at home.

[chains clanking]

[goat bleating]

One day, when the world
has grown up a little,

you'll think of what you did
to people like Sven,

and anyone who's different,

and it'll be you
who's embarrassed.

♪

LOUISA:
Well, you tried.

The chains were a nice idea.

GERRY:
Wouldn't they
have just left you there

for the night?

I've never been
more embarrassed in my life.

[insects chirping]

BASIL:
I'm, uh,

I'm sorry to add more drama

to a busy day

but I've had word
from the relevant, um,

money-bags about Aunt Hermione's
financial affairs.

Oh, God,
it's like Agatha Christie.

When she died,
her wealth was considerable.

[exhales]

Were it not for my investment
on her behalf

in a syndicate
of Lloyd's of London

who insured the Crystal Palace,

which burned down last December.

Who'd've thought metal and glass
could burn that fiercely?

And expensively.

So I'm afraid Auntie's money
is all lost.

I do apologize.

[exhales]

How will we pay our debts?

That's capitalism for you.

Oh, shut up.

[Louisa washing dishes]

[animal noises]

LOUISA:
The blissful ignorance
of youth.

He doesn't know he's born.

What is wrong?

Money, Lugaretzia, as ever.

And Sven mouldering away
in prison.

Oh, God, I must feed his goats.

Heh.

BASIL:
Well, it's a new day.

One of us is looking lovely.

[sighing nervously]

[bleating]

[insects chirping]

♪

[people talking indistinctly]

[clears throat]

After your son's lunatic
behaviour yesterday,

you cannot see Sven Lundblad.

I don't want to see him,
I want to see you.

[quietly]:
To tell you the truth
about Sven.

I'm not sure if you're aware,

but Sven and I
were very nearly married.

And you did not married

because you find
he is a homosexual?

No.

No, I did not find that.

[chicken squawks]

LOUISA:
Throughout our relationship,
Sven was...

hmm, how can I put this?

Very physical.

In bed.

Yes, I understand.

Hands all over me,

like a swash-buckling octopus.

So why did you not married him?

LOUISA:
Because he's a goatherd.

I'm not proud to say that
when the moment came,

the English snob in me
couldn't go through with it.

And he's Swedish, of course.

I'd always prefer a Greek man.

That's understandable.

Well, yes, it is, isn't it?

I don't like that we have
to arrest people for this.

But I'm obeying orders.

Although, you do seem to me

like a man who makes
his own decisions.

Perhaps we could test it

over a drink?

Very well.

I can report that allegations
of homosexuality

are unfounded.

And I will release Sven.

[relieved exhalation]

[chuckles]

[men talking indistinctly,
bell tolling]

Hello, there you are.

MAN:
Yassas. Hello.

Yassou.
MAN: Yassou.

♪

What's the news
of Countess Mavrodaki

and the stolen books?

[horse whinnying]

Oh, oh, yes.

She didn't see the thief.

She said she did.

Yeah, but not his face.

She may have made
the whole thing up.

Lonely old woman,

fancies a visit
from a handsome policeman.

Hmm?

I mean, who'd want
to steal old law books?

Wait.

Are you sure about that?

Yes.

♪

[people talking indistinctly,
cart squeaking]

[goat bleating]

Right.

[chains clanking]

I'll have the key brought
from my house

when you let Sven go.

Can I help my friend?

Well, that's not obviously
quite how I planned this.

♪

[struggling]

Yeah, well,
I think I've made my point!

[gunshot, Larry shouts,
chains clanking]

[knocking]

[footsteps approaching]

Morning, Spiros...
it's my shift.

I've come because Mother said
you need cheering up.

So all the more reason to share
my philosophy of life with you.

♪

It means a lot to me
that you did that.

Thank you.

Well, clearly I need to work
on my grand gestures.

How come you're out?

Apparently I'm cured.

[knocking]

BASIL:
Spiros.

Happen to be passing by.

MARGO:
Where are you going,
Spiros?

SPIROS:
For a drive.

[goat bleating]

I hear you've released Sven.

Thank you.

[papers rustling]

And your brother Larry

was here again. Oh, why?

STAVRO:
Guilty conscience

about stealing the books
from the Villa Mavrodaki.

Hah! Family!

Your brother stole the books?

No.

No?

You know how serious it is

if a policeman tries
to bury a crime?

Yes!
So let me give you another chance.

Did your brother commit a theft?

No, he didn't.

Then you know what will happen.

Yes.

And I'm resigning.

♪

[insects clicking]

[goat bleating]

MARGO:
Do you want to hold Frank?

No, thank you.[footsteps approaching]

Oh, Leslie.

I'm so sorry.

I know you loved that job.

I'm very proud of you.

And really glad I won't have
to visit Larry in a cell.

Oh, and by the way,

if the superintendent calls
to ask me for a drink,

I've moved to Albania.

I've made a terrible mistake.

No, you haven't.I have.

And I keep making them.

No.

Well, yes, but not this time.

[sighs]

Thanks, Leslie.

It's fine.

I'm very grateful.

This whole thing has all been
about men loving men.

And...

I'm trying to say that...

you're wrong about most things,

but I love you too.

Though not in that way.

And not all the time.

[chuckles softly]

BASIL:
Ah, some good news.

It has been pointed out to me

by your Cousin Prue,
who has a...

I've interrupted something,
haven't I?

Anyway, blunder on.

She points out that
a specific...

specific bequests made
by your aunt

are not subject to reclaim
by indebted parties,

so these items left
to you are yours.

"One shed with lawn-mower,

a beach hut in Lyme Regis,

two boxes
of coronation mugs."

I won't go on,
but you could sell all this

and pay off your debts.

So you're

back to square one.

Um...

[sighs]

Well, maybe it's not so bad.

Sven can live his life
with Viggo.

If they don't mind
skulking around.

Well, yes.

Gerry's lost his battle
with meatballs.

You and Leslie
are talking again.

And do you know what?

I'm pleased you're not
a policeman any more.

Me too.

[mouth full]:
Horrible job.

Well, you won't be saying that
if we're ever burgled.

So there's just the five of us,

unburdened by money...

What's Henry's phrase?

"I have no money,
no resources, no hopes.

I am the happiest man alive."

Mmm.

♪

[seagulls squawking]

Hello.

Hello.

[bird squawking]

Please.

I thought you might be here,

because Athens is over there.

No, it's over there.

Can you see it?

No.

It's 300 miles away.

You have to use
your imagination.

I hope you fixed your brakes.

Not yet.

Let's live dangerously.

[chuckles]

Thank you for sending me
your team of helpers.

Did it help?

Yes.

It drove me out of the house.

[chuckles]

Is it time I stop moping?

[quietly]:
Yes.

It's my turn to be selfish.

I feel lost without you.

Well.

I'm back.