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- You must know your age.
- My parents were really vague.

I told you about when they took another
child home from the playground.

- 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.

Will you stop making stupid parallels
between animals and humans ?

Animals don't call you stupid.

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 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.

- We'll give you a fabulous birthday.
- Thank you.

Whatever age you are, we will celebrate
you in all your wizened glory.

THE DURRELLS
Season II, episode 3

- He has brought us that animal.
- Breakfast ! Come and get it.

Fish !

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

Freshly caught by Leslie... grumpily.

Don't be shy.

Someone's making an effort for Hugh.

- Huuuugh.
- Hughie.

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

If we're not careful
otters will die out on Corfu.

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.

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.
- Here. Come on, then.

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

I'll see how I feel.

- Anyway, how are you ?
- I miss your intelligent conversation.

I mentioned communism recently.

- Margo still thinks it means...
- Being common, yes, I know.

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

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

Well, hardly.

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 ?

That engine sounds sick. Time to rescue
the princess from the dragon.

You are the dragon. He is the prince.

Doesn't she corner gracefully ?

Who would you save
in a fire, me or the car ?

That's like asking you which
of your children you'd choose.

- Which of yours would you save ?
- Please don't ever have children.

- Yours ?
- Mine.

A grove of Olea europaea.
Two thousand 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 generalise,
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... 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 !

Hello !

How embarrassing.

Ok 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.

- Yeah.
- Good idea.

- Theo !
- Gerry. Oh, I like your new look !

Where is 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.

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.

Come to my house later and I'll
talk you through the developing.

Time to go, Gerry.
Show me.

- Lovely.
- Delightful.

Hello !

Monsieur Durrell. Bien arrive.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Smaller.
Smaller !

It's tiny. You're eating for two.

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.

Oh, Sven.
He looks pleased with himself.

- What ?
- What ?

There are rumours that
he has a girlfriend.

Oh, right.

Well, good.

I don't think you mean good.

I assumed his homosexuality would win.

I know.

- Who is it ? It's not Vasilia, is it ?
- No.

Nobody seems to know her.

I hope to God she's plain and ancient.

- We could have been married.
- Louisa, you did the right thing.

Then why does it make me feel so sad ?

- 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.

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 is your new tutor, Gerry ?

He keeps saying
he "must go and see Mother",

even though he looks really old.

- 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.

I have a present.

Gosh !

What could this be ?

- A new lavatory seat.
- No.

A fossil.

Specifically a Mamites Ammonite
from the Cretaceous age.

Well, thank you, Theo.

Theo's lent me a camera.
I'm going to take portraits.

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

You get a camera, I get a reminder I'm
going to be embedded in a cliff face.

- We're on an ant hill !
- We're not. Let's have some cake.

Come here, you !

I wanted to get candles but I
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 ?
- Don't answer.

No, I mean it, come on. How old ?

Thirty-five at the most.

So when Larry born, she was...

Thirteen.

No, but I was very young.

- I don't know, are you 50 ?
- That sounds about right.

So it's probably time to act more
sedated, like The Queen Mary.

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 ?

- 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.

Oh, go away ! You're too late.

I suppose part of this is about me
having children so young.

I spent my 20s 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.

How many photographs have
you taken in your life ?

One.

But I have Theo's excellent book.
And a powerful urge to succeed.

Fabulous. You'll have
to practise lots first.

Ooh, start with me.

Yes, now tilt your head to the side
a bit so we can't see your spot.

- That's lovely.
- Oh, no !

- It's enormous.
- No, it's not. You look divine.

I'll never find a man who loves me.

Darling, love isn't everything.

You sound happy.

In fact, it's a ballad about
evil trolls who eat children.

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 ?

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...
- Well...

- Looks good.
- Thank you.

Do... keep singing.

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 ?
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, are you dragging lots
of girls up here ?

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.

I can't believe it, another spot.

It's thwarted hormones.
Get a boyfriend.

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

- Settle for anyone half-decent.
- No !

I'm holding out for someone gorgeous.

But who's also aware of the
mass prejudice against women.

Mrs. Durrells, what are you doing ?

I'm living for the moment.

What ?

Oh, be a love.

What are you doing ?

I'm assessing you for a portrait.

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.

You used to have a photo
of them on your windscreen.

No, that was the Greek royal family.

Similar... much loved
but very expensive.

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...

...what's the truth about Sven ?

Why didn't they marry ?

Well, they liked each other...

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.

Sven...

...is a homosexual.

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 grimly,

for what seemed like an age,
until he went limp.

The creature had been
suffocated by its own tongue.

- Woah, 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.... This way.

I'll be fine now.

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.

- Where's the lamp ?
- No, I've got too many spots.

- I can't let anyone see them.
- Don't be ridiculous.

So...

...what do you think ?

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

Oh. Really ?

Um, I don't want to worry you
but Larry says Vasilia's after him.

Larry's not that stupid.

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.

Well, I hear that's a common craving.

- And newspaper.
- 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.

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.

Like mine.
Good.

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.

But let us return to our French.

- Quelle heure... ?
- Please show me how you threw him.

Oh, very well.

Come at me.

- Perhaps I shouldn't.
- As you wish.

Quelle heure est-il ?

Ah, no.

- 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.

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.

Do come in.

You've decided to wear that, have you ?

Yes. Good idea, the addition of fruit.

It's artistic, isn't it ?
Look, it's in the book.

So, what I'm doing is
I'm turning light into paper.

Shall we just... ?

There.

Looks like you've found
your niche, Leslie.

Well done.

- What's your niche ?
- Olives.

- Nice. Nice niche.
- Thank you.

- How was your photography session ?
- Excellent.

Have some watermelon.
Leslie dropped it.

Thank you.

You and me.

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.

Louisa !

You're behind the times, actually.

He's... 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 ?

Yes, I've adapted it, actually.

I made it into two dresses,

so now... we can go into
town like twin sisters.

Well,... I like it.

Thank you.

Larry, it's your mother !

Wardrobe !

Do I look like a jacket ?

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... 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.

Well, do come in.

And to apologise for my fossil gaffe.

My aim was to show eternal beauty.

Theo, I can see you now.
I've had a late cancellation.

My model has cried off
due to a skin complaint,

even though I told her
I needed the practice.

- Was your journey ok ?
- Brilliant.

Lovely.

Little boy, where is your mother ?

In the kitchen.

Use your brain.

- You have repaired your clothes.
- Yes.

Why are you 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.

Can I photograph you ?

- No, you can't. Thank you.
- No, I know, but...

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 never thought that would happen.

And an older woman too,
perfect for him to learn the ropes.

- He is handsome.
- 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.

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 is an old friend from Sweden.

Rosalint.

She's very bossy.

And his name is Viggo.

And I love him.

I'm not fighting it any more.

Our love is like...
like buried treasure.

Dig it up when nobody's looking,

and then people come
and 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.

- And you know it's Hugh, don't you ?
- Yeah.

Oh, there's Viggo,
he's learning the accordion.

Now I understand what you mean
about it being annoying.

Larry.

Come here.

No, I'm working.

We are good together.

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.

I thought you'd see
marriage as rather bourgeois.

You'll be telling me you've already
chosen your children's names next.

Aristedes 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.

I don't even know who I am any more.

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 !

Give me an otter.

Oh, Mrs. Durrells,
I bring you Mr. Kralefskys.

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

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.

Oh. Well, thank you.

How were Gerry's studies going ?
His French ?

Well, you know, Mrs. Durrell,

little by little,
the bird makes its nest.

Well, yes, I mean,
we're always saying that.

Yes.

- So you'll have him back ?
- No.

- Tutoring is clearly too dangerous.
- Are you sure ?

It's impossible to find a good tutor.
Even Spiros had a go.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

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

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

They're ready, Mum. Look.

Happy birthday.

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.

Leslie, darling,
take some more photographs.

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

Ok.

Go that way.

Smile. Mouth closed. Lovely.

Stop !

Larry, Larry, Larry.

Useless, isn't it ? Margo.

Beautiful. Really nice.

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.

Please don't do that.

Trust me, it won't last.

- We've decided... 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.

- Morning, Hugh.
- Gerry.

Margo won't come out of her room
cos she's up to eight spots.

What breakfast is flat
enough to slide under a door ?

- Bacon ?
- Toast.

- Good morning.
- Donald !

- Hey, pal.
- You're back !

- How you doing ?
- I'm good.

- What's in your rucksack ?
- Can you help me get this off ?

I toppled over in Kefalonia and it
took me ten minutes to right myself.

- Um, where's Margo ?
- She won't get out of her bedroom.

So they're making her some
flat breakfast.

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.

I've got spots.

She's there.

- Hello, Margo.
- Hello, Donald.

I am stiff ! Dear, oh dear !

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 ?

- 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 ?
- Course.

What would you say your style is ?

What's my style ?

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,
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.

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

- Come on, come on.
- Line up just here.

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.
- No, you're not.

Not while you're living
ten minutes away from your mother.

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.

End of episode 3, season II