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There's a mysterious
woman in the kitchen.

- How do you know she's mysterious ?
- What ? I don't know who she is.

There's a mysterious woman
in the kitchen.

Well, ask her who she is.

Good morning.

Hello, I am the daughter
of Mrs. Mavrona.

Oh, how super.

Oh, Lugaretzia.

Her back is worse. I do her work today.

Oh, no, but you can't. Your baby
is about to pop out of you.

This ?
No. Two weeks more. I work.

All right.

Don't mollycoddle me !

I need to keep busy.
My husband's a nervous wreck.

Your house is always a tip.
I'll help clean.

Hormone inferno.

This takes me back.

I was pregnant for ten years, you know.

Not with the same baby.

All right, I also came
because I'm worried about you.

I hear your man Hugh
was seen kissing Vasilia.

- Yes.
- You have to talk to him about it.

I have, but men don't talk properly.

I'm finding it enough
of a struggle with my children.

I'd say Hugh is rather fluent.

Fluent isn't the same
as straightforward.

Guess what ?

I'm sure my otter's pregnant !

Her nipples are massive !

THE DURRELLS
Season II, episode 6

- I'm not an invalid.
- More like an over-ripe fruit.

Thank you !

You're quiet.

Sorry to hear about Hugh.

Well, you know men,

instant gratification conquers the
deeper joys like allegiance and love.

Not always.

You know, when I first
met Hugh, I thought,

"Here's a charming man who can't quite
decide if he wants to be an adult."

Yep.

Hello, Margo.

Just out of interest, shouldn't
you be attempting to tutor me ?

Ah, yes !

I know, let's do
the Latin declension song.

And the plural.

Altogether.

I'd love us to be the kind of family
who could always talk to one other.

We are, aren't we ?

Well, you haven't, recently.

Oh, sorry.

There's actually been
a lot going on in my head

since I realised Donald's quite
good-looking especially with a tan,

if that's not too shallow.

You know, darling...

Even though, no, in fact
because, he's not madly exciting.

It's lovely that I can talk about it,
because you're right,

we just forget to communicate,
don't we ?

And what I like about Donald
is that he's a good talker,

and not just about the things
I'm not interested in,

like science and numbers
and history, but about me, and...

Shall we continue with this later ?

Are you enjoying being back home ?

Well, I'm writing horseshit, but I
can't complain about the view.

Actually, maybe the bloody view's
the problem.

Well, there's less chance of a visit
from the she-devil girlfriend.

Vasilia is beautiful.
It gives her privileges.

And obligations.
And she's not that beautiful.

Well, take away the cheekbones
and the hair and the lips

and she's really rather ordinary.

And I'm pleased I saw her kissing Hugh,
because now I know he can't be trusted.

For once, perhaps just
acknowledge that you're upset.

- You really like Hugh.
- Yes, I do.

But you don't believe
that Vasilia forced herself on him.

I don't know. He's pressuring
me to go back to England.

- There are other men on the island.
- Oh, no.

Well, talk to him.

Well, if you are really
writing horse ordure,

you can go into town and buy some of
that rubbing oil that Lugaretzia likes.

I've seen that face three times today.
If I see it once more, I will slap it.

- Do you know where Margo is ?
- No.

- I will go tell Theo she's pregnant.
- What ?

Nearly an amusing confusion !

I'm gonna buy her a present.
Margo, not your otter.

It's all different
when you're in love, Gerry.

Everything's funny and sort of shiny.

Of course I miss England
but, well, this is our home now.

I see this in exiles the world over,
their sense of absence,

of amputation
and eventually, it gets you,

after a year,
or three or, in my case, 20.

My children love it here.

Yes, me too, but Greece
will always be chaotic,

money will be short, we fry in summer

and grieve in winter for missed crispy,
frosted mornings.

Well, a bit...

And I'm going to convert England
to the joys of olive oil.

So it's not as though
we won't visit here.

You do know England can be
rather dreary don't you ?

Yes, but not with me, I promise.

It's time to go home.

You have to come with me.

Let me think about it.

You will realise
that all the planets...

- Our otter's about to give birth.
- How fabulous.

I just have to conclude a meeting
of the Corfu Lunar Society.

This is my friend Gerald Durrell,
naturalist extraordinaire.

Congratulations !

If my predictions are accurate,

based on the trajectory
of aeronautical discovery,

we should reach
the moon in 1970.

Is it one big baby or two small ones ?

One big.

Your husband must be thrilled.

- No.
- No.

What a miserable bastard.

His mother died
when she give birth to him.

If Hugh sent you, I'm still deciding.

I'm talking to animals now.

Gerry's work here is done.

Perhaps it is time to leave.

Can I buy your birds ?

How much ?

Now set them free.

Please don't over prune the trees.

Just so !

- Here you are.
- Yes.

You can't say no.

Do you realise
what you're asking me to do ?

Abandon the place that my family
and I have come to love.

This has been an adventure for you.

But holidays end.

I just met the Rose Beetle Man.

Do you know him ?

What the hobo with
the mangy birds on his back ?

Well, to me, it was magical and unique

and you just don't get that sort
of thing in the Home Counties.

Leave us alone !
Go away !

I'm sorry. I'm just disappointed.

- I'll stay here with you.
- But you want to leave.

I won't be the one to hold you back.

No. No, no. We have to be together.

No, you'll resent me.

I can see it already in your eyes.

- This is about Spiros, isn't it ?
- Don't be ridiculous.

He's a happily married man.
He's a family friend.

When I gave you those first flowers
those months ago

and he was there, and I said to you:
"Careful, they have thorns..."

Hugh...

Well, those thorns
were Spiros Americanos.

Come on, back in your cage. You're
scaring the more attractive animals.

Oh, please no.

Tell me you've just spilt something.

- Baby water.
- It begins.

All right. OK.
Well, let's not panic.

Then, when we've done that,
what's the plan ?

I have a baby.

Yes, but, we must get you
to the doctor's.

Too late.

- You are best child. You do it.
- No.

- Yes.
- No, no, I'm not a midwife !

Quite a hullabaloo you're making.

Leonora's broken her water, whatever
it's called, she's having her baby !

What's the hurry ? Labour often
takes 24 hours or more, you know.

- Does it ?
- Oh, yes.

Even still, go and get Dr. Petrides.

What is it about me today
that cries out errand boy ?

Oh, hope that's the right one.

OK, I'm just going to... I'm looking
for a book on how to give birth !

Excuse the pun.

I totally agree.
We are completely moonstruck.

As I have already told you
Mother Nature cannot wait.

- Lets go, Gerry.
- Yes !

Dr. Petrides ?

My appendix has burst again !

Not really.

Hello, Doctor.

You seem busy but...

- Get him out !
- Get out !

Yes. No, I'm sorry. Yes.

And breathe, breathe.

All fours... is that a new thing ?

It's actually the best
way of giving birth.

They did a study in New York, I think.

You don't need to give him the details.

Lugaretzia's daughter Leonora's
waters broke in our house

and she was just wondering if you'd
come over and deliver the baby.

You wouldn't ask if you knew how long
we've been waiting for this baby.

And Florence is not a young mother.
Everything is much more dangerous.

- And I'm your wife !
- Yes.

How regular are Leonora's
contractions ?

Well, she's not even getting them yet.

I told her, have a cup of tea, put
your feet up and light up a cigar.

Well, I'm busy here,

so I'm gonna have to give you
a crash course in childbirth.

All right.

- Boil lots of water.
- Oh, yes, I knew that one !

Imagine waves crashing
rhythmically on the beach.

- Me ?
- No, my wife !

Of course. Yes, sorry.
As you were.

Bite on this.

Not that one,
it is Mrs. Durrell's best.

So it seems these are what
the encyclopaedia calls paroxysms.

Lugaretzia, you must know
what to do. You've given birth twice.

A long time ago.

I was there, not here looking at the...

Sharp end, yes, yes, yes.

"Presence at Accouchement is
the sole preserve of the obstetrics".

That's really clear when you're trying
to help a lady have a baby !

No, it's all fine.
It's all under control.

"Modesty may be preserved
by the use of a blindfold"

"on the part of the physician..."

When was this written ?

How are you feeling ?

Like I've been trampled
underfoot and left for dead.

That wasn't my intention.

I'm hardly going
to congratulate you on your decision.

Why can't there be some safe,
happy ground for men and women ?

You know, somewhere between
possession and affection ?

- Always her.
- Welcome to my leaving party.

I'm returning to England.

- With this ?
- "This" ?

No. It cannot happen.

We were together.
What did I do wrong ?

You are utterly exhausting.

And so vain and proud that you
still can't see I don't love you.

- I love Louisa.
- No.

- No !
- God !

What have you done ?

Oh, dear. This is unfortunate.

Hold this. Tight.

I'm going to take your car
and get help.

Well, drive carefully, please.
We don't want any accidents.

Mrs. Durrells ?

- Vasilia's stabbed Hugh.
- No.

He's in the old olive grove,
by the well.

He's all alone, but he was
conscious when I left him.

- I know what to do, I'll go to him.
- I'll fetch the doctor.

- Hello.
- Oh, hello.

What are you up to ?

Nothing.

- I'll buy you a drink.
- Isn't it a bit early ?

"There is a time to be born
and a time to die."

- Nothing else should have a timetable.
- You're so frigging deep.

- What's your book ?
- Dr. Petrides lent it to me.

A Practical Guide To Midwifery.

Leonora's waters have broken.

On our kitchen floor.

Doesn't that mean she's about
to have her baby ?

Well, eventually.

I remember when Mum went
into labour with Gerry. It took days.

Father took us to the zoo.

When we came back,
Mother was still at it,

so we went back to the zoo,
and then the circus.

The one thing I learnt
from Vasilia is...

Don't go out with a girl like Vasilia ?

I miss her, actually.

Not just the sex.

Though I was thinking,
perhaps one last time.

I should pop in and see her actually.

That's what I like about Corfu.

Nobody's in a rush.

Ah. The Angel of Death.

You probably think you can
cure this with olive oil ?

I could give it a try.

I have many reasons to let you die.

- You hate me.
- Yeah, well, you started it.

And you drive a silly little car.

A red one.

But now I have to keep you alive
for Mrs. Durrells.

Hugh ?

Eh, Hugh ?

Hugh !

Vasilia ?

I'm getting terrible deja vu.

Oh, hello !

- Off somewhere nice ?
- Anywhere there are no British.

Well, don't go to Malta. Apparently
it's like a hot Weston Super Mare.

- What's happening ?
- What was always going to happen.

Shouldn't you shut the door
behind you ?

The door is already shut behind me.

Can you stop talking
like a crap Oracle ?

What a brilliantly odd day
this is turning out to be.

Hello ! Help !

Oh, Dr. Petrides !

Dr. Petrides !

You...

You have to come now !
Right now. Hugh's been stabbed.

He's bleeding badly.

Oh, you have to go.

Oh, I had false contractions,
you know, Braxton Hicks.

You're married to a doctor,
you think they know everything.

I'll stay here. I've had children.

If anything happens, I know
what to do at the sharp end.

- Please go.
- I'll wait till you get back.

He's at his olive grove in Paramonas.

A stabbing puts this age-old ritual
into perspective.

Yes, it does.

All right ?

Yes, it's just more of...

Oh, no.

That feels real.

It's all right.

Come on.

Oh, no.

Don't worry.
I'm here to look after you.

This must be the first time otters
have been bred in captivity on Corfu.

I'm nervous.

We are at the forefront
of a new science, Gerry:

conservation in action.
I'm terribly excited.

She's sort of rocking.

Probably Lugaretzia's
daughter giving birth.

What ?

Nobody minds me watching
animals mate and produce,

but I'm not sure it's quite
the thing if it's a human.

Stop screeching ! Leslie is a sensitive
boy. We must look after him.

Can you see where he is standing ?

Once again, I promise I'll forget
what I've seen as soon as this is over.

Now, this stage can
of course last for many...

That looks like the tip
of the head, mind you.

- It's going to be all right.
- I am scared.

- She is my best daughter.
- I'm sure they're both excellent.

Don't worry,
it's looking good up there.

As far as one can ever tell.

Wait. We don't want her to feel
she's part of the grand tour.

Push ! Push ! You're doing well.

Let's leave Leslie to it.

- This may be the making of him.
- Yes.

That's it, Leonora, keep pushing.
That's it ! Keep it coming !

I want them to hear you in Albania !

I want my husband.

He won't be long.

He's saving a life.
I hope.

- How can a woman be so cruel ?
- Can we concentrate on me ?

He can't die, that would be too neat,

what with you giving birth
to a beautiful, healthy baby.

I've waited too long for this baby.

I want it too much !

Come on.
Everything's gonna be all right.

Come on, Hugh, wake up.

Hugh, do you hear me ?

Doctor, here quickly !

I am coming.

- His car kept stalling.
- You should have taken mine.

Right, that's it, I'm gonna hit him.

- You did a good job.
- Really ?

Damn.

Keep going, keep going.

It's a girl !

How did you get her all in there ?
I suppose she must have been folded up.

It's a girl !

Oh, wait...

Read out what you have to do
afterwards. Quickly !

"Parturition may without jeopardy
or prejudice to health be achieved-"

Forget it.

I remember Gerry saying something
about animals gnawing through it,

so I'm going to cut the cord,
obviously, if you could just...

Two cubs.

Produced in dignified silence.

Let's hope they are the Adam and Eve
of the otter population on Corfu.

Yeah.

No, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine.

There's another one !

- No, Leslie.
- It's the placenta.

Oh, yes. False alarm.

How long have you been there ?

Leslie, come here.

I think I need to rest.

Who does he look like ?

My mother.

- What happened ?
- He happened.

- Is he well ? Are you well ?
- He is. We are.

Hugh needs to go to hospital
in Athens in case of internal damage,

but he's alive.

Everyone's alive.

Hugh needs to give Spiros
a big bunch of flowers.

I'd like to be there for that.

Did the doctor have his baby ?

Yes.

Mother and son are wonderful.

I'm sorry I got you embroiled
in Vasilia.

Looks like you came off worse.

I should've been more gracious
when you turned me down.

I'll just miss you so much.

And I'll miss you too.

You go on half your life about olives

and then you nearly die
in an olive grove.

Well, we all love a cosmic joke.

Mustn't laugh.

Well, can't sit around here all day.

No.

Leslie delivered the baby.

It's been quite a day.

Dr. Petrides was busy,
apparently, so I had to do it.

Oh, Leslie, darling.
I'm so proud of you.

Where've you been ? You look a wreck.

I feel like one.

- You should try delivering a baby.
- I just have.

Florence's.

It's a boy.

I have never seen more
relieved and excited parents.

Well, we must compare notes.

Was your placenta
as enormous as mine ?

Where was the doctor ?

He was busy tending to Hugh.

Vasilia stabbed him.

No !
Is he going to be all right ?

I think so.

It was horrible. I was there.

Hugh and I have decided to part.

And as soon as he's patched up,
he's moving back to England.

I've spent the whole day
just missing everything interesting.

One of the otter cubs has died.

Oh, Gerry, darling.

Still, one's alive.

Would you say that
if they were human babies ?

No, no, it's a good point.

Ah ! Hooray ! I'll come to that
in a minute.

First, let me present the man I want
to spend the rest of my life with.

Donald, come and see the baby.

This is Zoltan. We met a few days ago.

Good evening.

You wouldn't be kissing that
if you knew where it'd been.

- Zoltan is so delightful.
- Yes, I am delightful.

He's Turkish.

Perhaps the baby should leave.

Bless you.

Blessed is the Kingdom of the Father
and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,

both now and ever
and to the ages of ages.

Amen.

In peace let us pray
to the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

Go.

Do you reject Satan, all his doing,
everything that he lusts after,

all of his followers
and all that he preaches ?

I reject him.

Should I exorcise Satan ?

Exorcise him.

And you'll blow and spit him away.

Technically, as Godfather, Leslie has
the right to choose the baby's name.

Don't tell him that.

- Why, what's his favourite name ?
- Leslie.

I'm baptising this baby Angeliki

in the name of The Father,
The Son and The Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Always worthy Leslie.

I don't know if this is allowed,

but I just wanted to say thank you
for letting me be Godfather.

My own father died when I was young...

...and if that ever happened
to little Angeliki here, God forbid...

Sorry.

Although you do work in a lumber mill,
which can be very dangerous.

If that happens, I'll be here to help.

I used to think I was
very unlucky in life...

...and a bit of a liability.

But delivering the baby that day,

and being given this opportunity,

it's made me feel very lucky indeed.

It's fine.
I'm a good catch.

I think it was the oil.

I haven't ruled out training to be a
doctor. I've sent off for the details.

I think you can do it
via correspondence.

So, Hugh is halfway back to England.

Yes, yes, in a tiny sports car
loaded with olives.

Full of hope.

I just... didn't love him enough.

I wonder where Vasilia went ?
It seems she has escaped from Corfu.

No, I can't help imagining her
on horseback somewhere in Tuscany,

desperately trying to catch up
with Hugh.

You write, I believe.

Yes. Yes I'll lend you my novel.

I always feel I could
write superbly if I tried.

And I swim superbly.
So I have no fear.

What does Margo see in you ?

When I ride the horse, I have
no fear, for I ride superbly.

You see, I am not a fearful man.

Well, my ferry leaves shortly.

Donald, I'm so sorry I don't love you.

No, no, absolutely, it's fine.

It's like Mother with Hugh.

If there's something missing,
like the yeast in bread,

a couple will never rise.

We just didn't have the yeast.

Well, good luck with Zoltan.

- He's superb, isn't he ?
- No, he's not.

In fact I'd say you couldn't pick
a worse boyfriend

if you scoured
the world's prisons.

And I have more yeast inside me
than he'll ever have.

You see, now I'm starting
to like you again

because you're being more interesting.

It's true.

Dr. Petrides had to dash off.

A child ate a poisonous frog,
or something.

You need to take your baby.

Oh, yes.

That's it, isn't it ?
There's no time to myself any more.

So how close were you
to taking us back to England ?

I would've stayed anyway.

Oh, you'll follow us wherever we go.

There's no escape.

But we should stay here
as long as we can.

And I'll try to be more like Spiros.

In love with life and... people.

And I don't care
if that sounds sentimental.

Right, let's go home.

Gerry ?

Margo !

Bye-bye, Gerry.

Finally, a fight.

I can write about this.

- Oh, God.
- No, no, no, let them.

I've never had men fight over me
before.

Right, Larry...

Come on. Come on.

Where's Leslie ?

He's retelling the story of the birth
to one of Lugaretzia's nieces.

The last time I heard him,

he'd delivered it
while being attacked by otters.

- Leslie ?
- Les ?

- What ?
- Nothing.

Very good, Leslie. Really good.

I love you all very much, you know.

Sorry.

End of episode 6, season II