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I have something to say.

- If it's about the lavatory
seat again... - No, it's not.

It's very much not.

- Sven has proposed.
- Say no.

And I have said yes.

I adored your father, but I
haven't had a gentleman in my life

for eight years.

And Sven is resourceful and
he's handsome and I love him.

- This is so exciting.
- Thank you, darling.

- Morning, everyone.
- Morning, Nancy.

- Nance.
- Nancy.

- Missed you.
- Oh, missed you, too.

Anyway, can we talk about me

because I have just told
you I'm getting married.

We will need to interview him.

Who is getting married, you or me?

I'm sure you'll want to run your
eyes over our potential spouses.

Fine.

Why you have them, all of these animals?

The same reason you have a family.

My mother make me.

Well, normally, it's
to enjoy their company.

But you're right, Lugaretzia,
I should invite people

to come and enjoy them, too.

I might need some more.

Work is so boring.

I'm stuck indoors, and she's
drawn the shutters now.

It's like I'm working down a mine.

A mine filled with Louis Quinze furniture.

If she didn't have this
annoying depression thing,

we'd go travelling and shopping,
and I'd chat to Angel.

Can't Dr Petridis help?

Oh, I'll get through it.

No, help the Countess?

No. She blames it on the
shock of her husband dying.

Her world's been smaller ever since.

At this rate, she'll end up in a wardrobe.

You know, truly, money can't
buy you happiness, can it?

But it can buy you some lovely
haute couture to be unhappy in.

It's just as well, we don't have any
money, really, and neither does Sven.

Are you still wanting to get married?

Since this morning?

Erm... yes, I think so.

Well, we'll see.

We'd like your answers
down on paper, please.

Sorry, my lawyers advised me
not to put anything in writing.

Can I just say, I don't care who my
mother marries, I'm enjoying this.

Come on, why do you want
to marry Mrs Durrell?

- Because I love her.
- Well, that's easy to say.

- Yes, it is.
- Damn, he's good.

Money isn't everything, of course,
but is it true you don't have any?

I have some land, I am rich
in strength and in spirit.

- May I have one of your goats?
- No.

Voltaire said that God created
sex and priests created marriage.

- Thoughts?
- None.

I come home late with a handsome boy,

wanting to get to know each other better.

Much better. What do you do?

I'll have to hurry you.

I ask your mother.

Hello, Sven. So you're getting
the full Durrells assault?

Yes.

Sorry, but would you leave,
please? You're not one of us.

Are you thinking of having
children with our mother?

Because that would be a bad idea.

I think the joke is over now, don't you?

- May I borrow a goat?
- I will discuss it with them.

Thank you.

I feel like an intruder in this house.

- Why? - Your family
are fine individually.

- Well, not really.
- But together,

it's like living with
bees, buzzing in my face,

little stings the whole time.

And it's really crowded.

Just do what I do, shout at them.

- I can't, they're not my family.
- You really can.

We'll do it together.

Let's find a place of our own.

- Oh.
- We're 22, Larry.

Of course.

Sure. I'd love that.

You're worried about what your
mother will say, aren't you?

- Yes, I am.
- Hm.

Where are the other two judges?

Larry and Nancy are canoodling.

And Gerry's opening the Durrell Zoo.

Oh. So, may I marry Sven?

Well, we like him.

He's lovely, isn't he?

Well, we... we're worried he's
a bit too young and handsome.

- Are we?
- Are we?

Look, if you marry an old chap

and it goes wrong, he
won't be alive that long.

Do bear that in mind.

Hm.

You don't have to do this, Mrs Durrells.

- I know. - Tell him your mind
was disturbed when you said yes.

- What have you got against Sven?
- Nothing.

Except he's not Greek
and he's not British.

Well, a lot of people aren't, Spiros.

If you must marry again,
have my friend Labros.

You will never run out of bread.

- Is he a baker?
- No, he just likes bread.

Shall we go?

- Where are we going?
- Sven's house.

No!

Well done for passing your audition.

They are good company.

I'm lending Gerry a goat
and I am working on Leslie.

So, when do you want to get married?

There's no rush.

- Let's do it soon.
- Oh.

What do you mean by soon?

A week, two.

Well...

shouldn't we get to know
each other better first?

No. It's romantic, fun.

You're revealing hidden shallows, Sven.

I like it.

Also, I don't believe in...

.. you know, before marriage.

Oh. Well, we'd better get
married quickly, then.

I've been living for
my family for so long.

It's time I started living for myself.

And for you.

So, in two weeks... a wedding.

I do hope Alecko isn't grumpy.

Yes, we must discourage
touching the exhibits.

In Athens Zoo, I saw a tapir
bite off a visitor's finger.

- How horrible.
- And wasteful, as they are herbivores.

Margo, are you discovering an
interest in the animal kingdom?

No. Theo, you know everything, why
won't my Countess leave her villa?

This is, of course, agoraphobia,
from the Greek -- agorafovia, hooray!

Fear of the marketplaces.

That's so odd. I love shopping.

The fear is of the open
space, rather than the market.

Oh. So how can I cure her?

It can stem from feeling out of control,

so reassurance and relaxation may help.

Good. Thank you.

- But the brain is a complex
organ, which... - She's gone.

I don't think Durrell
brains are that complex.

Sven and I have decided to
get married in two weeks.

Why? Are you pregnant?

No!

We just want to do it soon because,
well, it's romantic and fun.

No, you can't, we still have our doubts.

That's not long enough to find a dress.

Oh, I've been married once, Margo,
I'll just find something suitable

and stick a carnation on it.

You were talking about
your dress, weren't you?

No. Not entirely.

- Congratulations, Mrs Durrell.
- Well, thank you, Nancy.

Why wait? Strike while the iron's hot.

There's no time like the present.

What is this, platitudes day?

So, why are you and Nancy rowing?

- I'm glad you brought that up.
- Oh, dear.

Nancy feels, and, well, I
agree with her, but less so...

- Oh, bloody hell, Larry.
- OK, we...

.. by which I mean Nancy,
but a proportion of me...

.. want to find our own place to live.

No, you don't.

- Well... - We have fun here,
don't we, the five of us?

Six.

The six of us, we... we have
fun, when we're not arguing.

- Was this Nancy's idea?
- Everything's changing, anyway,

- with you marrying Sven.
- But the important things, th-th-the

being together, that's not changing.

And you can't afford to move
out, Larry, you're broke.

So are you.

I... I can write for money.

I'm sad, too.

Erm... just in case this helps at all,

we think it's fine if Larry leaves.

- We do.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Morning, Nancy.

- Hello, Mrs Durrell.
- I brought you some tea.

- Nice cup of rosie.
- Thank you.

So, er... I hear you and
Larry are thinking about

- finding a place of your own?
- Yes.

- Now, it's not because --
- Look, I completely understand.

My concerns are broader.

Oh?

I suppose I'm thinking, does
Nancy, a bright young thing,

really want to bury herself
away on a -- let's face it,

a primitive Mediterranean island?

Well, you have.

Larry likes it here.

Yes, and he writes really well on Corfu.

So why are you suggesting I take him away?

No, I was just talking about you.

Oh.

See, you're very young to settle down.

And this is going to sound horrid,

but I don't believe Larry's got
other women out of his system.

Mr Zookeeper!

- Have a goat.
- Thanks, Sven.

And...

.. a tortoise I found on the way.

Slow start, huh?

Yes, but I cycled round telling people

so I'm sure they're on their way.

- Is your mummy here?
- No, she's gone into town.

You're not coming back
to work for me, are you?

No, thanks. I banged my toe
on your cretinous shovel.

Look, by the way, I had some of your ouzo.

- It was medicinal.
- I noticed.

And congratulations on the
emergency wedding thing.

What's the hurry?

Why wait?

You can make whoopee
outside marriage, you know.

If I'm going to make love to a
woman, I want it to be official.

You've never made love to a woman?

Of course I have. What
else would I be doing?

No, you've got me there.

No.

What is homosexuality?

Where have you been all your life?

- Outside, mainly, shooting.
- Is it sex in a home?

- No.
- I give up, then.

- I think I might know.
- Of course you do.

Isn't it when two males try to mate?

Oh, yes, I do know what that is.

It's illegal, and rightly so, we
shouldn't even be talking about it.

- How long has it been going on?
- For ever.

The ancient Greeks
couldn't get enough of it.

Wait, how can Sven be homosexual
if he's marrying Mother?

Because he's been hiding it.

But I may be mistaken.

Should I tell Mother?

What's up with you, Larry? You're
normally so sure of yourself.

Well, life's a bit fraught at the moment.

- Nancy isn't talking to me.
- Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?

Oh, there's a postcard for you from Max.

Oh, thank you, Demetrios.

Dennis.

Look at those. Heart stopping.

My mother's getting married in a week.

So quick. Is she pregnant?

No.

- We'd love it if you'd come.
- You know I never leave the villa.

A pity, really, cos I do love a wedding.

And it will be hopeless because
none of us have a clue about style.

Hmm.

- I may be able to help.
- Would you?

The reception's at home. Come
to our house and get some ideas.

Come on, everyone, let's
organise this wedding!

I think we should serve
those little sausages.

- Everybody loves those, don't they?
- That's your big plan, is it?

Well, Sven is Greek Orthodox --
though he likes the confession part,

he says, and the hats.
So it's all planned.

- Look if this wedding does go ahead, I --
- Darling, this wedding

is going ahead, and I would really like it

if you could arrange it for me, please.

OK, well, let's form a guard of honour

and fire a shot for
every year of your life.

Er... Larry, any ideas?

- Better ones?
- No.

Lugaretzia, the kitchen
is all yours tomorrow,

Sven and I are having a
celebratory supper at his house.

- I make wedding cake.
- Oh, with white icing?

No. Brown, with prunes.

Family recipe.

Gerry!

I bring you enthusiastic
visitors to your zoo.

Please come this way.

Do ask questions.

Spiros, please can I book your car

- for three o'clock tomorrow
at the villa? - Of course.

- Shopping? - No. I'm
curing someone. - Oh.

These mantis have only one
ear, here on their abdomen.

The common tortoise -- common,
but anything but boring.

Drive slowly, and keep the
conversation relaxing and frothy.

My friend, the butler.

How's the butling?

I have my good days and my bad days.

Well, this is all very nice.

Stop the car!

Come on, Countess, this is ridiculous.

Let's go home.

How are the preparations going?

Well, I've made this
very snazzy clipboard.

Oh. Be nice to Nancy and
don't set the oven on fire.

- Leave, mother, we'll be fine.
- It's just been such a long time

- since I've left you on your
own for the evening. - Exactly.

It's high time.

- Have fun at Sven's.
- I won't be late.

Shouldn't you be back in the morning?

- No, why?
- See if you get on, as it were.

Check everything works.

What are you talking about?

This is Samson.

He doesn't bite. He's harmless.

Do you want to stroke him?

Ay!

It bit me!

Ah, now, technically, scorpions
don't bite, they sting.

Scorpion?!

So what happens now,
then, do I die, or what?

Well, in fact, though
painful, stings are harmless,

- unless you're very unlucky.
- I am very unlucky!

Look at my life!

Leslie, please stop
shouting, I'm trying to work.

- I've just been bitten by a scorpion!
- He means stung.

Anyway, er...

Coming round to the accordion?

Erm... a tiny bit.

Good. Cos I'm playing at our wedding.

Is that supposed to be there?

Must be a hole in the fence.

Always one who escapes.

Isn't there just.

Never mind, I have another one.

My accordions are like my children.

So I won't be needing them much longer.

I'll have your children to entertain me.

I er... I feel a bit odd, Sven,
do you mind if I wander home?

Oh.

Something I said? Cooked?

No, no, it's er... it's
just been a bit stressful,

you know, the wedding in a day or two.

- I'll walk you home.
- No.

No, the... the air will do me good.

It's been lovely.

Of course I'm panicking!

- My hand looks like I've boiled
it for an hour. - It hardly shows.

- But don't let Mother see
it, she'll be upset. - Argh!

Leslie, relax, you have
nothing to worry about,

unless you are very unlucky.

Very unlucky? Yes, well, take a
look at that, Professor Insect.

In fact, technically, scorpions are
arachnids, rather than insects.

- Yes, there seems to be
an allergic reaction. - Oh!

I suspect it will be fine in the morning.

Scorpions don't like being
caged, they lash out.

Am I doing a bad thing, Theo,
keeping scorpions, keeping anything?

Well, you want to understand
and experience them more.

That's what conservation is.

Oh, hello.

Anything happen here?

How was Sven?

He was...

Erm... I don't know.

- And?
- Not a great success, really.

Why?

Larry, you move in artistic circles.

Do you think Sven might be queer?

Ah.

- You got there, too.
- I found the photographs.

Most humans are attracted to
their own gender to some degree.

Well yes, but... well, he
looked really attracted.

It's a scandal that
homosexuality is outlawed.

What are they scared of? That
we'll all ditch our wives, and...

Sorry.

What am I going to do?

And what am I going to do?

Ah, well done, Lugaretzia,
bravo. Kali douleia.

Douleia, agapi mou. Douleia.

Gerry? That zoo needs to be
made safe before the reception.

Right, you lovebirds, we've
got a wedding to prepare,

let's not dawdle! Nancy,
put your crayons away!

Larry, please, I can't stand this.

- This is family life.
- And you've always been the first

to question it, to argue
for personal freedom

over mindless allegiance. And
now you're acting like --

They're my family and I love them!

By which I mean, I understand them
and when they suffer, I suffer,

however ludicrous their problems.

And I... can't believe I'm saying this.

But I have my own life. And I
can't believe that I'm saying this,

but it's back in England
and I want to go home.

With you, please.

What happened to staying here?
There's a shack next door.

No, we need to get away, sweetheart,

so we can explore our own life together.

- Thank you, Theo.
- What for?

Helping me.

People were interested.
It was so exciting.

I know.

It's a shame about Leslie. He
really is unlucky, isn't he?

Always. Is he going to be all right?

I hope so. Dr Petridis is away again.

I've been thinking.

Leslie's mishap, perhaps it's a sign.

I mean, we don't need to
keep them to love them.

I know.

Is it time to set them all free?

We could do it at the
wedding party tomorrow,

as a symbol of... something.

All right.

What have you been doing all day?

In 12 hours, you're due
to be Mrs Louisa...

What is Sven's surname?

Lundblad.

Then you really shouldn't marry him.

I have to, Lugaretzia's
made a wedding cake.

Yes, I don't think there's a
spare prune left on the island.

- And Leslie's been running a tight
ship with the preparations. - Yes.

I took his clipboard away
and he made another one.

You know what you have to do.

Talk to Sven.

I was hoping if I didn't,
the problem would go away.

Has being an ostrich been a
success for you in the past?

No. Let's talk about you.

Much as I love me, and talking about
me, let's do that another time.

Can I come in?

Sure.

I shouldn't've done it, but erm...

I looked through your photos.

Of you... with men.

It's true, I've been photo'd with men.

Not just photographed, Sven, you were...

.. you were kissing your friend.

Where are the women?

What, you want me to have
had sex with lots of women?

Right now, yes, I'd love that.

- This is absurd. - Believe me, I
wouldn't care if you were homosexual

if we weren't getting married today.

I had a lovely first marriage,

but being married is hard, Sven, and
it cannot be based on a big, fat lie.

Well, clearly I used
to like men, that way.

But it was a while ago.

Have you ever slept with a woman?

It was close once but, you
know, I think I'll be good.

This isn't fair, Sven.

If I hadn't chanced upon your secret life,

I would've come to our
bedroom tonight expecting,

quite frankly, a bit of a show, and...

and a huge sense of release.
And what would've happened?

Well, I would... I will give it a go.

Why do you want to marry me?

Because I love being with you.

And I want a family of my own.

Well, you can't bloody have one.

You know what it's like to love men?

It's like being in prison, real prison,

prison of pretending and... lies.

We are officially mentally
ill, do you know that?

- It's important I overcome this.
- Overcome it?

It's part of you.

I have to.

I came to this island to
put all that in the past.

No.

I am so sorry, Sven, but no.

No matter how much we love each other...

.. it's not right for either of us.

And a marriage would just be more
of a lie than your life is now.

Maybe if we were both 80, it would work.

I can wait, if you can.

- You need to cook the
little sausages. - Later.

I need your advice.

Oh.

My novel has been
accepted for publication,

which, because Corfu
inspired me as a writer,

makes my decision whether
to stay even harder.

You've never asked me for advice before.

So nice.

Yeah.

Anyway...

.. you loved your girlfriend,
until she dumped you...

.. so imagine the pain of abandoning her.

Look. You're incredibly annoying.

Y-you could represent
England for annoying.

But don't leave.

Girlfriends come and go,
but families are for ever.

Thank you.

I think we need to talk.

- What, the three of us?
- No, not the three of us, Leslie.

Oh, yes, sorry.

Why are you rushing me? Today of all days.

The wedding doesn't change anything.

Not the stupid wedding, the day I
hear my novel's being published.

You know how pleased I am for you, Larry.

But I need to know our future.

My family aren't that bad, are they?

My mother loves you.

So why did she tell me you'd
never be faithful to me, then?

What?

Larry, don't. It's not about her.

Larry, good.

There isn't going to be a wedding.

Why?

We realised... we're very fond of
each other, but not in the right way.

So not because he prefers men?

Well, yes, that. But just
tell the guests, as I say,

- we realise we're very --
- Fond of each other but not in the right way.

It's up to Sven to decide
what to tell people.

So no wedding... but the best party ever.

OK, people, so we've got one... Argh!

Whoa.

One... one hour until the wedding
-- well, th-the knees-up.

So, basically... yeah.

Did you tell Nancy I'm
a philandering bastard?

- I'm so sorry.
- It's not even true.

I may talk about sex all
the time, and think about it

and write about it,
brilliantly, but I don't do it.

I've waited steadfastly
for Nancy for five months!

I didn't want you to leave.

It was my turn to be selfish.

'Larry, catching the
five o'clock ferry home.

I hope with all my heart you
will join me. Love, Nancy.'

(Margo, you forgot to put your skirt on.)

Oh, God!

♪ Simera gamos ginete ♪ S'oreo perivoli

♪ Simera apo

♪ Simera apoxorizete ♪

Well, you erm... you
got your wish, Spiros.

I'm not marrying Sven.

Oh, Louisa.

Er... will you tell everyone?

Of course.

They are really fond of
each other, just erm...

.. just not in the right way.

OK, together we'll find
you a new, Greek husband.

- Too soon?
- Yeah.

Don't worry, I've examined
Leslie's arm and treated it.

I'm pretty sure we can save it.

What? His arm?

Save it from feeling a
bit stiff in the morning.

- Right.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

Don't just stand there, misting over,

come and congratulate the Countess
on getting out of the bloody house.

- How are you feeling?
- A little like a tightrope walker

trying not to look down.

- Have a drink.
- No, that makes it worse, apparently.

Oh, don't have a drink.

Er... apparently we've
missed the ceremony,

but... who did your mother marry?

Hello, party!

- Max has arrived!
- And... and Donald.

But mainly Max.

Excuse me.

- Hello, Margy.
- Hello.

You know how to throw a party.

Well...

Six months in Corfu, feels
like a lifetime in Bournemouth.

I don't know if it's the
atmosphere, or the wine,

but I'm actually starting
to enjoy the accordion.

I'll have to tell Larry, he's always...

I knew Gerry was a kindred spirit

when together, we watched a family
of dung beetles for three hours.

So Gerry loves animals, but...

A scorpion, massive,
and it stung me there.

The pain would have actually
killed most men, so...

Sorry, sorry. Carry on.

Thank you. Gerry loves animals,

but part of loving is
knowing when to let go.

So today we are releasing
my precious animal family

back into the wild,

where, hopefully, like us,
they'll thrive and have fun

and if they're lucky, multiply.

So...

Stop.

I need to be with them a little longer.

It's not enough to observe
them from a distance.

To understand them properly, you
need to be with them every day

and hold them and smell them.

Anyway... sorry.

Maybe next week.

Please, go back and enjoy the party.

Thank goodness. I thought
for a horrible moment

you were going to go ahead with it.

Well done.

This feels new.

Thank you, Larry.

Margo told me about your book.

- Hm.
- I'm very proud of you.

So you should be.

I'm proud of all of you.

- So, what's next?
- For you?

Well, you know what they say,
when you fall off a horse...

- Give up horse-riding?
- Get back on again quickly.

You know, Spiros said something similar.

Only not as nicely.

Somewhere on this island,
there's someone for you.

You know, I just dream of the
day when all four of you find...

.. happiness and fulfilment and love.

This may not happen.

It's my job to make it happen.

We'll see.

We'll see.