LAURA LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

LESLIE: Adventures blossomed, wild creatures were tamed, and lost affections borne bravely.

Mrs. Durrells, I don't think you have met my wife.

And that's the interval.

Life's moving on-- I need a new challenge.

GERRY: I'm going ahead with my plan for a zoo.

LOUISA: This house is a freakshow.

(chortles) LOUISA: We need to show them how culturally sensitive we really are.

MARGO: Corfu feels like home.

LOUISA: And there's no place like home.

LINNEY: "The Durrells in Corfu," the final season, right now, on "Masterpiece."

♪ ♪ (Leslie humming) ♪ ♪ Here, let me give you a hand.

(speaking Greek) (both grunting) LESLIE: There we go.

(squawking) Gerry!

Stop that pelican squawking, or I'll throw a typewriter on its head!

Mother, stop Larry squawking.

♪ ♪ LOUISA: Go!

Shoo!

♪ ♪ MARGO: So I said to him, "You're very sweet, but you look about 14 and only come up to my chest."

Someone bang the exciting new gong.

Quick, put this on.

MARGO: You must be joking.

It's the big moment!

(gong clangs) (Larry sighs, gong continues clanging) (typewriter keys clacking) (gong clanging) (goat bleats) (grumbling in Greek) What's she saying?

"Too many bloody foreigners in the house."

We're not foreign, Lugaretzia.

You are foreign.

I'm certainly not foreign.

Cometh the cocktail hour, cometh the man.

You gonged the exciting new gong?

LOUISA: Yes, I did, because the builders have finally left, and the penthouse floor is ready.

So now we're up and running as a high-grade guesthouse, I will have to charge all my lodgers the full weekly rent of 80 drachma.

(sniffs) Hugely popular decision.

(imitates): Hugely popular decision.

(Margo and Leslie chuckling) We can't afford that.

LOUISA: Well, I'm sorry, but it's our business now, since Basil messed up our inheritance-- no offense.

Little taken.

Skin like bark.

Larry, can we be your girlfriends and move into your room?

(clears throat): Oh, all right.

(giggling) Well, I think it's thrilling-- guests, a venture to be proud of, and a chance to heal the sadnesses of the past.

(chuckles): Oh.

Will you please stop growing?

(chuckles) (breathes deeply) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Bacon, known locally as numboulo.

Eggs and vegetables from the garden, and orange juice.

Enlivened with kumquat.

Thank you.

Now that I'm paying the full ticket, a chaser of porridge would slide down very nicely.

But of course.

You will explode.

It's a risk I'm happy to take.

(footsteps approaching) LOUISA: Have fun at work, darling.

(with mouth full): That will have to stop.

(footsteps retreating) (birds chirping, insects buzzing) ♪ ♪ Good morning, Spiros.

Mrs. Durrells.

(package rustling) The postman asked me to take this to you, because he couldn't be bothered.

(inhales) Thank you.

It's either Margo's fashion magazines or Leslie's gun ones.

Pretty or dead seems to be the choice.

It's strange not seeing you, since...

Yes.

How are your children?

Oh... noisy.

(chuckles): And your wife?

Pleased to be back, I think.

(window shutters opening) Ah, wonderful to see you, Spiros.

SPIROS: Oh.

Congratulations.

Thank you, yes, it's going very well.

I hear you are running a bawdy house.

A boarding house.

Yes, well, starting.

We only have one paying guest.

Basil.

If you hear of any lodgers, especially rich or barmy, do send them our way.

That won't be necessary.

So... goodbye.

Goodbye.

♪ ♪ (rifle fires, bolt opens) You need to be friends with Spiros again.

I can't.

Look where that got me.

Months of sniveling.

I know, but apart from missing him, we're all really tired of having to walk everywhere.

I am working hard, and I'm not thinking about Spiros.

Don't mention him again.

(rifle fires) LOUISA: Les and I both have emotional scars.

He's obviously healing his by reverting to his more basic self.

(rifle fires) I just saw Daphne in town, with her baby.

(sighs): Poor Les.

(rifle fires) Yes!

You effing beauty!

Not that he was ready to be a father.

♪ ♪ Gerry.

Here.

It's all right, I'll go in and polish the exciting new gong.

Here.

(sighs) Now, he followed me.

Followed you home, yes, yes.

♪ ♪ Oh, he's gorgeous.

(chuckles): Ooh.

He's a barn owl.

Roger can't get over the fact that he can swivel his head all the way around.

Stop talking, please-- I need to write.

Well, do it in your room.

Impossible.

The girls are up there, snoring.

And farting.

It's a dancer thing.

They love to express themselves with their bodies.

You won't let him get in the way of any of the guests, will you?

GERRY: The guest.

England's worst solicitor.

So bad that he's been sent on holiday.

There'll be more.

Well, they better be animal lovers, because I'm going ahead with my plan for a proper zoo here.

A complete animal experience, with a breeding program, wildlife in airy enclosures, and now a mascot.

Ulysses the owl, who embodies the wisdom of the animal kingdom.

♪ ♪ (sighs) (sighs) Theo, where do you stand on nipped-in-waist dresses?

It's a massive issue.

I need to read up about it before I comment.

Life's moving on.

I feel I need a new challenge.

(front door opens, closes) (footsteps approaching) Please, can this be a team of handsome cricketers needing x-rays?

(door opens) ♪ ♪ (sighs) (breathing audibly) Be very careful what you say.

Who did your dreadful hair?

THEO: Oh, I like its boldness.

I didn't want bold, I wanted soft and attractive.

(breathes deeply) You love me even if I look like Charles II, don't you, Adonis?

(chuckles softly) Who did it?

Mrs. Lekkas.

I think she was trained by clowns.

The others are even worse.

(Theo laughs) (sighs) ♪ ♪ That's a worrying face.

Can I have a few days off?

(insects buzzing) (breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ Herete.

(speaking Greek): Customer?

Welcome.

I hope you don't mind stairs.

Now, this is newly appointed and rather swish.

I like to be by the sea.

How long are you thinking of residing?

Perhaps a week.

I will pay you now.

Oh!

You're not going to haggle?

Are you sure you're Greek?

In return, I am writing a book, so need to be left in peace, please.

Oh, of course.

My son Lawrence is a novelist.

Ah.

Don't read his books.

He's become very smutty.

Rather awkward.

And yet you are very proud.

Yes, yes, I am.

Nobody wants a child who is like them.

That is like giving more bread to the baker.

(exhales) I think we're going to get on.

(Larry laughs, woman shrieks, giggles) Ignore that giggling.

That's him with one of his girlfriends.

And ignore any animal noises.

Or gunfire.

(door closes) ♪ ♪ LARRY: How blessed you are-- two writers in the house.

Three, if you count Animal Boy's scribblings.

Mr. Vangelatos is rather more modest than you about it.

Yeah, and I bet he doesn't claim that each of his so-called books reinvents the wheel.

If you think all wheels are the same, I'm going to make you a car out of a bike, a tractor, a go-cart, and a Ferris wheel.

Perfect, and I'll drive it over your face.

LOUISA: Thank you.

You could both do with some of Mr. Vang's generosity of heart.

(chuckles) Why are you home early?

I've found my vocation.

I'm setting up a hair and beauty salon.

LARRY: Oh.

please stick to something that exercises your mind.

Most men already think of women as brain-dead.

Let me set you right about female emancipation, Larry.

I'm off.

It's about the right to choose, not the right to stick at a boring job her brother thinks she should do.

♪ ♪ (seagulls squawking) ♪ ♪ Finally.

Lunch is served (knock on door, door opens) LARRY: Hello.

Don't let me interrupt your writing if it's flowing.

No, it's not a writing day.

Yes.

People don't realize we authors aren't typists, we're... penseurs.

I think you are more of a penseur than me.

(chuckles, inhales) So just to fill you in on us Durrells, Father died when we were young, so Mother has wells of resource, but she's always relied on us-- me-- to shore her up.

Families are monstrous, of course.

No doubt Brueghel was inspired by Christmas with his relatives.

(chuckles) Do you write about your family?

No.

I should, really.

But they don't deserve it.

Maybe Gerry will-- he's kinder than me.

What do you write about?

(swallows) Uh... people.

Right.

What people?

Um...

I don't want to talk about writing.

Huh.

♪ ♪ Ah.

What do you think?

My beauty boudoir.

I'm prepared to give you free introductory fashion advice or a haircut.

Oh, Mother does my hair.

Yes, and look at it.

I take my lead from the animal kingdom.

Clearly.

All right, fashion.

I can make you a nice bow tie by cannibalizing some old knickers.

♪ ♪ (footsteps retreating) Les.. No, don't trust you.

♪ ♪ So do you own this house?

Yes, of course we do.

Gosh.

Oh, no, I mean this house.

Oh, yes.

And a castle, in Tuscany.

(chuckles): No.

We usually have to pawn something to pay the rent.

So hide your cuff links.

BASIL: Am I not to be joined by my co-tenant?

No, he likes to eat in his room, simply and without fuss.

Portions befitting a single human being, rather than a barbershop quartet.

Now, do you see the mistake you've made there?

I did mention that I gag on tomatoes.

(sets dish down) Someone offer to help!

(pig grunts) Squeeze three oranges and a kumquat into a glass, put it on the tray in the kitchen, and then take it upstairs to Mr. Vangelatos.

And don't roll your eyes at me.

(quietly): Mr. Vangelatos isn't a writer, you know.

What?

You sure?

He's lying, and... he's jumpy.

Nonsense.

BASIL: Speaking as a solicitor emeritus, one has seen these types before.

Vagabond thieves moving from house to house... (Louisa shushing) LARRY: And his name, Lazaros Vangelatos.

Reeks of contrivance.

LESLIE: Well, I'm a trained policeman, so, uh, I'll cunningly get the truth out of him.

(Leslie sighs) (sighs wearily) In terms of me, I'm rather saddened by my laundry.

Could it be crisper?

Excuse me, quick visit to the lav.

One meal in, one out.

What have I done?

I've spent the last of our money getting the house fit for guests.

None of you are interested.

One lodger I want to kill, and the other who probably wants to kill us.

Oh, that's ridiculous-- shut up.

(people speaking Greek) THEO: Herete.

♪ ♪ Herete.

Hm.

♪ ♪ (insects chirping) (knocking on door, door opens) Kalispera.

Supper for one?

Thank you.

♪ ♪ (chuckles) So... What's your game?

What are you up to, really, staying here?

Hm?

I am just trying to make my way in this unjust world.

As you are.

Well... yes, I am.

I'm sorry if I seem awkward.

You have the gift of confidence.

(chuckles) Thanks.

But actually, no, not really.

(exhales): I'm horribly misunderstood by my family.

Well, that's very sad.

Mm-hmm.

I'm like my father was, man of action.

But now you're considered stupid if you like simple, honest things, like physical work.

And guns.

I nearly became a father.

With Daphne.

She's so beautiful.

She carried what I thought was my baby for six months.

But it was another chap's.

(sighs, breathes deeply) Oh, um... Are you all right?

The question is: are you?

Embrace change.

It is painful, but necessary.

The future is yours.

You are such a good listener.

(chuckles) (bird squawking, goat bleating) (owl shrieks, door opens) (muttering) Morning, Lugaretzia.

Isn't he magnificent?

(hooting quietly) I will hit it with a broom.

(yelps) Calm, Ulysses.

Evict him!

No.

He's got into a routine: hunt all night and sleep in the house all day.

I'm off to buy supplies.

Mainly for Basil-- laundry starch, a noose, that kind of thing.

Don't worry about our mysterious Greek lodger.

He's too nice to do anything unpleasant.

Well, I knew that.

(chuckles) And tell Margo if she's not going into work, she must dismantle her beauty boudoir and do something useful.

LESLIE (calling): Margo!

Dismantle your beauty boudoir.

(mumbles): Do something useful.

Actually, Leslie, come with me-- we need a hatstand.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ SPIROS (speaking Greek): Leslie!

Spiros.

Thank you for recommending the Durrell Guesthouse to Mr. Vangelatos.

He hid his face a bit under his hat.

I hope he's not peculiar.

No, we love him.

(man speaking Greek) Is he talking to us?

He's being rude about you because you are not Greek.

Well, I'm in Greece, so doesn't that... No, I see, that makes it worse.

SPIROS (loudly): I wasn't shouting, was I?

Sorry, Spiros.

♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ Hello.

Hello.

Do you always carry a hatstand now?

No.

I just bought it for the house.

Nice.

(people talking in background) I haven't seen you in a while.

No, I was in Athens with my grandmother, getting help with the baby.

Ah, yes.

I hear it's quite a shock, no matter how prepared you are.

Yes.

I left my father with her for ten minutes.

He is white with fear.

It, it is no fun.

You are the lucky one.

(chuckles sadly): Yes, aren't I?

I, uh...

I built my family a new lavatory.

Well done.

I have dreams it's our baby, and we're together in a little house.

♪ ♪ (exhales softly) ♪ ♪ (scissors clipping) Any plans for the weekend?

VANGELATOS: Yes.

Um, sitting in my room.

Oh, that's boring.

Join us downstairs.

(chuckles) Beards are very démodé.

Why don't I shave yours off?

No, no!

I am sorry, no, I need it...

They're all desperately wondering what you're doing here, but as a beauty professional, I pass no judgments.

(birds chirping) I... (voice breaking): Made a mistake.

(crying) Well, let it all out.

What kind of mistake?

A big one.

(gasps) (crying softly) I'm sure it's not as bad as all that.

No, it is bad.

But maybe I will do it again.

Differently.

Or not-- hard to say.

Well, it's always important to forgive oneself.

Would you like a manicure?

You have done ghastly things to my hair, haven't you?

Yeah.

(people calling in Greek) ♪ ♪ (men speaking Greek) Louisa Durrell!

Ah, Superintendent.

And is it a super to see me?

(laughs) We agreed to have a drink, remember?

No, I, I don't think that was me.

Yes, it was, when your son Leslie was in the police force.

Ah.

Well, sadly, I'm too busy now, running our guesthouse.

If you have a hotel, I must visit to make sure everything is in order.

It is.

But do send one of your men over if you don't trust me.

I will.

And I will come myself.

Yes, you do that.

I hear you do not see your crooked taxi driver anymore.

(pen scratching) LARRY: Top that one up.

VERONICA: There you are.

LARRY: Veronica, a bit more hot water.

Sure.

(knock on door) Ah, the clever one.

(all greeting Theo) Hello!

Margo, I've come for my haircut.

Ooh.

(Leslie chuckling) Is that not a good idea?

MARGO: What?

Yes!

You have no experience!

And how else will I ever get any?

I don't mind a few rough edges.

MARGO: You made it downstairs!

LARRY: Oh, God.

Did Margo do your hair?

Yes.

Margo, I'm canceling.

(sighs) LARRY: Oh... (women gasp) (owl shrieks) BASIL: Oh, it's the ruddy owl.

(shrieks) (hacks) (all groaning) Regurgitated mouse anyone?

And owls are supposed to be clever?

Animal wisdom is profounder than humans'.

But if it's cheap tricks you're after, I can arrange that.

Come on.

(shrieks) Come on.

(shrieking continues) (speaking Greek): (door opens, closes) THEO: Many gentlemen... one mule.

Did Margo do that to your hair?

Yes.

Well, let that be a lesson to us all.

Before you attempt to flee, do you want to tell them or shall I?

LESLIE: Theo, you're being peculiar.

(quietly): You'll get a sympathetic hearing here.

What's going on?

He's on a wanted poster in the police station.

Attempted murder.

VANGELATOS: I didn't try to kill anyone!

But it's true, I...

I wanted to hurt him badly.

THEO: I hate violence of any kind, but I asked my friends in Athens who know, and they say it was a political act, targeting a brutal fascist.

He put friends in prison.

I meant to shoot him in the leg to show anger, but he bent down to tie his shoelace, and by mistake I...

I shot him in the...

This part.

It's the loins.

Private parts.

Testes.

We hate Greece's drift towards fascism.

The Nazis are polluting Europe country by country!

And Greece is next!

Radical solutions are required.

We must join together!

Oh, spare me the waterworks.

You shot a man, and now you descend on us with some jumped-up idealism and endanger my family.

Well, how dare you!

Now, hang on a minute... No!

No, I have slaved away to get this place on its feet, and now we'll be shut down and hated for harboring a murderer.

LARRY: It wasn't murder, and he won't get a fair trial.

I don't care.

I want you to leave.

By tomorrow.

♪ ♪ (crickets chirping) (cutlery scraping) Look, I like him, too, but we shouldn't be hiding ruthless revolutionaries.

You're such a copper.

And you're such an arse (no audio)!

If he's found, he'll be incarcerated.

Ugh, that's horrible.

Are you thinking of "castrated"?

Sorry, yes.

(chuckles) Imprisoned for life, or worse.

As a family, we support the underdog.

LESLIE: You wouldn't be saying that if he'd shot Mahatma Gandhi in the bollocks.

What's your problem?

I think you know what it is.

(chair slides) (chair creaks, shorts crinkle like paper) (laughing) (inhales) Well, you wanted them crisp.

I shall be making a deduction from next week's rent, for client mockery.

LOUISA: It was an accident.

I got the starch wrong.

I tried the shirt on.

I looked like a Cubist painting.

(Larry laughs) GERRY: Moving on to something less contentious.

Oh, good vocabulary.

Thank you.

I've been drawing up some plans for the new zoo, and, uh... (turkey gobbling loudly) (Leslie laughs softly) LESLIE: Nice Barnet!

What have you done to him?

Improved his look.

No, you haven't!

She has.

She has, actually.

(gasps) Well, I'm inspired by Mr. Vangelatos.

(sniffs) He pursued his passion, and so am I. I agree.

We should all be revolutionaries.

(gobbling) LOUISA: Revolutionaries.

I'll settle for a home without stupid animals.

Shoo!

(gobbling) (sighs) I know this seems harsh, but... No, I understand.

So where will you go?

I must find a boat and escape abroad.

I'm sorry.

But to be honest, I'm fighting battles, and I couldn't face another one.

And I will be honest, only to you.

You're right.

I am a terrible revolutionary.

I did it all for love.

Oh...

I fell in love with a communist.

I wanted to win her over by shooting the man who put her father in prison.

Oh, that's so romantic.

Sort of.

No.

She said it was an example of bourgeois sentimentality.

(voice breaking): I'm sorry, I...

I cry easily when I think of who I love and can never have.

Me, too.

Till I learnt to stop.

(chuckles) Look at you.

You won't get to the bottom of the garden, let alone abroad.

No, really, I'm as cunning as a fox.

(sighs) BASIL: Good luck, son.

Viva la revolution!

Don't try anything in Dorset.

He's staying.

Oh.

Fine.

LARRY: Until we can engineer an escape.

You are so kind.

LESLIE: You can lie low with us for a while.

None of us will blow your cover.

(cutlery scraping) What've you done?

(exhales) (inhales): I told the police superintendent that we were taking in guests.

He's insisting on searching the premises with his men.

When?

Anytime.

(groans) We need a plan.

We must get you away.

MARGO: Mmm.

♪ ♪ LESLIE: Eremitis Cove is secluded.

That's the best place to drop a boat and pick up Mr. Vangelatos.

No, what's his real name?

LOUISA: Oh, the less we know the better.

Isn't that the kind of thing one says?

GERRY (yelling): I'm bored!

Could somebody else watch out for the police now?

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, well done, very discreet-- I'll get you a megaphone so even the deaf people in the neighborhood can hear you.

Why don't we get him off the island on the ferry disguised as a monk?

Too risky.

The police know he's in Corfu, and what he looks like.

Washerwoman?

I'm not good at this, am I?

LESLIE: We need a boat.

Coffee in the northern gazebo.

Oh, make your own!

I've got better things to do than flap around after you.

(quietly): There's a fugitive upstairs.

Um... We wouldn't've needed to take in guests-- fugitive or... normal-- if you hadn't buggered up Auntie's legacy like the great idle walrus you are!

(sighs) I may be a walrus, but I am a paying walrus.

♪ ♪ (people calling in background) LESLIE: Spiros.

I have a favor to ask.

Come into my office.

(open car doors) ♪ ♪ I need a good boat, with a motor.

Why?

To take a friend of ours away from Greece.

Basil?

You want to drown him?

No!

Well, yes, but no, a Greek friend.

What's his name?

I can't say it.

How do you spell it?

No, I can pronounce it-- I don't want to say it.

It's a so-called communist fugitive.

He's staying with us.

(out loud): Your Mr. Vangelatos?

Shh!

SPIROS (quietly): The wanted guy?

LESLIE: Yes.

And he's a good man.

He needs to get to the nearest safe country.

Okay.

(exhales) I'm so sorry-- about you and Mother.

Not as sorry as I am.

But she's safe, well, and...

Wonderful?

Yes, she is.

♪ ♪ Herete-- omorfia, kourema.

Hello!

Beauty, haircutting.

(people talking in background) Hi, hi.

Very cheap.

I have my own scissors.

And I trim pets' hair rather well.

Well, have a think, and come back here tomorrow to book an appointment.

(women speaking Greek) MAN: SUPERINTENDENT: ♪ ♪ (turkey gobbling) (goats bleating) (bangs gong, grunts) Ah, super!

Mr. Durrell.

What brings you to our house?

We like to visit new guesthouse, to make sure everything is in order.

LARRY (shouting): Everyone, the superintendent and two nice policemen are going to check that everything's in order!

♪ ♪ Lots of people are snoozing.

(stammers): Superintendent!

Leslie.

Can I ask you one thing?

Um, out here.

Because it's personal.

What?

Can I have my old job back?

SUPERINTENDENT: No.

LESLIE: But I'm a natural policeman.

I hate injustice.

Love a uniform.

(sighs) Ah, Superintendent!

What a joy.

You must sit and have tea and cake.

♪ ♪ All of you.

I know how much you bobbies love your pastries.

Only me.

My men will examine the house.

Go.

♪ ♪ I'm excited to be in your quarters.

I need to see your search warrant.

(officers laugh) You can't come up.

My girlfriend's naked.

She's ferocious-- Australian-- and will scream, so I'd, I'd give her a moment.

♪ ♪ (door creaks) ♪ ♪ (panting) LARRY (breathlessly): We can do this.

♪ ♪ (whispering): Make sure it's tight.

(whispering): Yes, yes...

Okay, come on.

(Larry speaking softly) ♪ ♪ (speaking breathlessly) (grunting) (ladder bangs) LARRY: Bugger!

(exhales) (both sigh) You are a pretty lady.

(chuckles) I'm a handsome man.

We should be lovely together.

(chuckling): Oh, yes.

You sleep alone.

That is a waste.

Well, not really-- you see, I thrash about in bed.

I thought so.

Oh, no!

Not in that way.

(stammering): No, I'll, I'll just get you some... (officers speaking Greek) Hello, uh, the police.

Let me show you my owl.

Ulysses.

Isn't he magnificent?

Take your time, give him a, a stroke.

(hacking) (groan softly) SUPERINTENDENT: The wise owl has gobbled the pretty mouse.

If I wanted to be gobbled, it wouldn't be by you.

And Spiros is not crooked, he is... painfully honorable.

I will inspect the house.

We have information you are hiding a communist desperado.

(Louisa exhales) ♪ ♪ LARRY: Grab the rope!

(Larry grunts) (men shouting) (animals squeaking, wings flapping) (grunts) ♪ ♪ (groans) ♪ ♪ I'm not going up.

LESLIE: Mum, what do we do now?

Hi.

You're not allowed up here!

(superintendent shouting in Greek) DOROTHY: Excuse me!

(women and Gerry shouting) GERRY: You can't go up there!

Stop it!

(shouting) GERRY: You have no warrant!

(Dorothy and officers shouting) ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) (speaking Greek) (speaking Greek) (breathing heavily) LESLIE: Oh, my God!

♪ ♪ LARRY (quietly): No!

Wait!

(slams cabinet) (Vangelatos grunting) ♪ ♪ We meet again, Superintendent.

LESLIE: No, no, no.

We need to get something to help him.

(Gerry strumming guitar) (strumming) LESLIE (softly): Be careful.

(speaking Greek) (yelps) (grunting) (yelps) ♪ ♪ (groaning) LESLIE: Be careful-- that's it!

♪ ♪ (groaning) (grunting) ♪ ♪ LOUISA: Hold tight, Leslie.

LESLIE: That's it.

Nearly there.

(whimpering) LARRY: Ah, can't watch.

I've got it, I've got it-- I've got it.

I know what's happened.

I heard you shouting about a communist desperado.

Guilty, that'll be me!

GERRY: Yup.

Who'd've thought?

(chuckles) (ladder creaking) BASIL: Like a lot of posh Brits, I toyed with Marxism, before realizing it was tosh.

LESLIE (quietly): That's it!

(gasping in distance) (strumming) ♪ ♪ So proud.

Well done.

(strumming) Move!

LARRY: Quick!

♪ ♪ (laughing softly) (sighs) ♪ ♪ (all sighing) SUPERINTENDENT: We will watch this house closely.

Yes, and if you hear of anyone looking for accommodation... We offer cracking value.

Where is Mrs. Durrell?

GERRY: Well, she's probably on the lavatory.

Nerves.

(insects chirping) (seagull squawking) ♪ ♪ (seagull squawks) (breathing heavily) So, we'll wait here and hope that Spiros has found a boat.

♪ ♪ (waves lapping) Emilia went back to her old lover.

He's a better revolutionary than me.

Oh.

And I shot a man.

That is so bad.

(sighs) Love makes us do crazy things.

The sweet madness.

So this man Spiros is your lover?

No.

His wife would have to die first.

Do you want me to do anything about it?

(laughs) Don't joke.

Anyway, you'd only miss.

You know, I... used to confide in Spiros in a way I can't even with Larry.

Or anyone.

So I feel adrift.

The guesthouse was supposed to give me purpose.

And we all need purpose, don't we?

Keep your family safe and well.

Overthrow a government.

Change the world with a novel.

Love animals.

You're a terribly good listener.

(chuckling): Oh, yes, I've been told.

(voice breaking): Spiros is such a lovely man.

But we can't be together.

Why?

I know he wants to be with me.

He should be rescuing me, as well as you.

♪ ♪ (chuckles): Thank you.

You must talk to him again, for your own sanity.

And then, who knows?

Be kinder to yourself.

It's the classic cleft stick: How do you fight the authoritarian state?

Brutally, then you're playing their game.

I hope they haven't fallen off the cliff.

LARRY: Passively, well, then, you're a de facto supporter and an apologist.

Too many words.

The more I think about it, the closer Vangelatos and I are.

My novels are bullets, bringing down the forces of literary oppression.

That's balls.

Are they really?

(bellows): But books are actually important!

(slams table) Right, so, I've recce'd, and I don't think we're being watched.

Larry, find Spiros, see what's happening with that boat.

(grunts) BASIL: So I said, I may be a solicitor, but if you prick us... (Larry grunts loudly) Do we not bleed?

LESLIE: Basil, Lugaretzia, dancers, if the police arrive, tell them we've gone on a picnic, you don't know where.

And what shall I do?

Put the owl down.

(Ulysses squawks) Oh, no, don't do that.

No, put the owl down.

Right, with, with you.

And we'll go to the cove, in case something's gone wrong.

LUGARETZIA: Leslie's like handsome general.

I've not been included again, have I?

Do you ever feel like you've outgrown your family?

♪ ♪ (seagull squawking) GERRY: Here they are.

We brought food and water.

LESLIE: Here, you'll need these for your journey.

No, not now.

♪ ♪ Look!

LESLIE: Where?

LOUISA: I can't see it.

Kestrel, just above the headland.

But there is something.

♪ ♪ Come on.

♪ ♪ (gasps) LARRY: Ah, just in time to say goodbye.

(grunting) (exhales) Spiros, what can I say?

Nothing, till he's on his way to Malta.

VANGELATOS: Spiros... Sell it, you'll need money to survive.

The owner owes me a favor.

Goodbye.

This is a sad moment.

You bloody liar.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ I brought you a fascinating book to read on your journey.

It's about even-toed ungulates.

VANGELATOS (laughs): Thank you.

What a treat.

Don't get them muddled up with the odd-toed ungulates.

LESLIE: Shut up, Gerry-- my turn.

Now, it's very old, but you might need it.

No, I am a pacifist now.

That's a bit of an over-reaction.

LARRY: If there is war, we'll have to get used to these sorts of ordeals, crisscrossing the Mediterranean to search for safety.

(softly): Please come to the house in an hour.

(engine starting) ♪ ♪ (Spiros shouting in Greek) LESLIE: Bye!

♪ ♪ It's too sad being strangers.

I know.

Can we stop?

Yes, please.

LESLIE: Bye!

(calls out) LOUISA: Goodbye!

♪ ♪ How did it go?

LESLIE: Beautifully.

Mr. Vangelatos is on his way to safety.

As sole guest, you have my full attention, Basil.

GERRY: Hi.

Well, in fact, I realize I've been a goon and a swine, so I-- we-- wanted to thank you for putting up with us.

(hum fanfare) Ta-da.

Oh, well, I'm touched.

(gasps) BASIL: Not you.

Just your Mummy.

GERRY: Now, I know some of you have your doubts about Ulysses's intelligence and suitability as mascot of my zoo, given his history of vomiting.

But prepare to be disabused.

Ooh, good vocabulary.

Thank you.

Come on, boy.

Yes.

(squawking) (squawking continues) Ulysses, come on!

Hup!

♪ ♪ Ulysses.

Hup.

Ta-da!

(chuckles politely) Margo, where were you?

Don't worry about me.

(squawking) I've been planning my life.

Did Vang make it?

LESLIE (eating): Mm, yes.

He's headed for Malta.

MARGO: Ah, thank God.

As I wasn't there to wish him well, I did this for him.

Come on, sweetheart.

(gasps) (laughing, sheep bleating) BASIL: Good Lord.

I made the hair dye myself.

Red for revolution, white for peace.

Never mind that revolution crap, those are the colors of good old St. George.

Don't gang up.

We love Margo.

Sorry, darling-- have a bun.

You can't fob me off this time.

I'm opening a salon in Corfu town.

My life's about to begin.

No, Margo, you can't make big announcements.

(places luggage down) Why not?

Because I am-- I'm moving out.

Spiros is going to drive me up to Kalami.

What?

No!

Why?

Where?

It's up the coast-- it's paradise.

Nothing to do but write.

Despite what you may think, I take my art seriously.

Sorry.

Sorry.

LARRY: I'll write letters.

Brilliant letters.

♪ ♪ LARRY: Oh, look, Spiros, back the way it used to be.

♪ ♪ LINNEY: Next time, on "The Durrells in Corfu"... Margo's gone!

LOUISA: We must search the island!

There's a mad colonel staying with us.

RIBBINDANE: Mrs. Durrells.

LOUISA: We've tried to be normal, we just can't do it.

(gong clangs) GERRY: Hunting is wrong!

Stop this cruelty!

You think I'm a buffoon, do you?

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