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♪

[Leslie tapping spoon]

They must be there by now.

Yeah.

Who?

Mother and Larry.

Must be in...?

England.

[goat bleating]Oh, yeah.

We should probably look at our instructions.

Mm.

[Leslie yawns]

LESLIE: I don't think that applies to us.

No.No.

[clears throat]

Now, I'm the oldest,

and basically a father already, so I'm in charge.

I am in charge of you, though, Gerry,

as you're just a kid.

[snorts]

[chair scraping]

Bring my hat,

would you Roger?[whimpers]

[thunder roaring]

[inhales, exhales]

God, that was a long trip.

Mislaying the coffin didn't help.

Yes.

Remind me not to die in Belgium.

Dank and beige.

Good old England.

Dear Auntie.

I do miss her.

For me, from Durant.

Who?

Friend of Henry Miller's. He's a fan of my novel.

Ah.

Durant says I must stay at his house in London.

Do you mind me going?

I'll pop back for the funeral.

[rain pattering, wind whistling]

[trolley bell rings, people talking indistinctly]

[horn honks]

[Big Ben tolling]

["Puh-Leeze! Mister Hemingway" by Elsie Carlisle playing on record]

Lawrence Durrell?

No!

Ah!

♪ That likes a little sport

♪ But there's a limit, nevertheless ♪

[laughing, talking indistinctly]

Larry, this is, uh,

Jonquil, Henry Miller, and Ruby.

Mm?

Don't be shy.

♪

♪ I can understand when you hold my hand ♪

♪ That it's love finding a way ♪

At last.

People like me.

♪ Puh-leeze Mister Hemingway ♪

♪

♪

Slightly vulgar, Auntie?

Good for you.

Louisa, dear.

A terribly sad time.

Indeed.

Good morning, Prue.

[kisses]

Geoffrey.

You know Basil.

Yes.

Auntie's cousin twice removed.

Removed once from Eton, once from...

ALL: Germany.

Oh, I mentioned it.

Anyway,

I'll be doing the soliciting.

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

Well, look at us.

Like a flock of crows.

The collective noun is a murder of crows, in fact.

If only someone had murdered Auntie.

[awkwardly]: I mean, for the crows thing to work better.

Terribly sad time.

Where's Lawrence?

He'll be back for the funeral.

He had to whiz to London.

Dreadful chap, London.

Gives us the willies, doesn't it, dear?

We're very wedded to Lytchett Matravers.

For all its gremlins.

[birds chirping]

[knock at door]

Spiros!

Miss Margo.

How are the x-rays?

Have you grilled anyone yet by mistake?

No, she's doing a fine job.

I think he can dress himself, Margo.

Sorry. SPIROS: Your mother asked me

to watch over you, after Leslie's...

[quietly]: baby news.

I'm more responsible than Les.

She said no Zoltan until she returns.

So you have not seen him, I hope.

Of course I haven't.

[flies buzzing]

The house is buggered.

Don't worry about that.

And it's probably best to avoid that word.

I clean the inside...

No, no, no.

I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

Just, uh, just put your feet up here,

have some tea.

Where is the teapot?

Oh, we used it for soup.

Now, what does symmoríamean?

Bad people.

"Bad people from Athens steal...

...things."

There's a gang on the loose in Corfu.

They will kill us all.

You're quite a pessimist, aren't you?

Me too.

That's why I have...

[bowl clatters]Oh.

[insects chirping]

[thunder rumbling, birds chirping]

♪

[donkey braying, whip cracking]

[farmer speaking Greek]

[donkey braying, whip cracking]

[speaking Greek]

[donkey moans, whip cracking]

[donkey braying repeatedly]

[music playing on phonograph]

Morning, Henry.

Hey, bud.

"Hey, bud."

Ah.

Love it.

Ladies.

"The hurly-burly of the chaise-longue

"before the deep, deep peace of the double-bed."

I'm quoting...

We know who you're quoting, Larry, mate.

Oh, thank God.

I'm so used to explaining quotations to my family.

Can I say again

how much I adored Tropic of Cancer.

Lyrical.

Dense.

Filthy.

Sure.

What are you doing out in Corfu?

Writing.

Swimming.

Being.

It's cheap

and real.

What is real?

Corfu, it's a Greek...

[music on phonograph ends]

Oh, I see.

Yes indeed, yeah, what is real?

Only the body.

[bell tolling]

[people talking indistinctly]

♪

ZOLTAN: Margo, my love.

Hello, Zoltan.

If we see anyone I know, we'll have to hide.

Mother was very boring about it.

Why must we hide?

I am most desirable.

Arrogance... you know the rules.

[indistinct talking]

I'll spend it on something to make me look delicious.

[Lugaretzia stammers]

GERRY: He was beating this poor donkey

like it was... like he hated it.

THEO: I know.

Man's cruelty is boundless.

Why do they do it?

I mean, it happens in Britain too

but it's worse here.

Donkeys are seen as insensate machines in fur.

[equipment clatters]Dogs not much better.

The worse thing is I didn't stop him.

You were wise not to try.

He'd beat you too.

Education is the answer.

There... Donkeys: A Tribute.

You really do have a book about everything, don't you?

How is it without your mother and Larry?

It's fair to say standards of hygiene have dropped.

Oh.

I don't want to go back to England... ever.

Even with our poor record on donkeys?

Maybe I can do something about that.

GEOFFREY: Well, that was a very pleasant burial.

Mm.

Very good turn-out.Mm-hmm.

It makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Death, infinity, the nature of consciousness.

But the rain held off, that's the main thing.

BASIL: Ashes to ashes...

always makes me think of cricket.

Then there's dust to dust...

You can get some terribly dry wickets Down Under.

[clock ticking, Prue murmuring]

[phone ringing]

[picking up phone]

Hello, Bournemouth 351.

Mrs. Durrell.

Ah, yes.

Where were you?

Sorry, they cancelled my train.

Cows on the line outside Waterloo.

It seems they wouldn't be shooed away.

Twaddle. Everyone else made it.

LARRY [on phone]: Oh, good.

I wouldn't have been missed, then.

How are you?

I'm sad about Auntie, and frankly...

[cork pops, people laughing]

You're having fun, aren't you?

Of course not, I'm in deep mourning.

Why's Henry naked?

DURANT [on phone]: Oh, it's what he does.

JONQUIL: His view is, why aren't we all naked?

[Jonquil laughing]What was that noise?

It doesn't really bear describing.

LOUISA [on phone]: We will resume

this conversation...

when I'm not being watched.

[music playing, laughter, phone hanging up]

Lawrence missed his train.

He's very upset.

ALL: Oh.

He must be.

Now, Geoffrey and I have a plan of action for your stay.

GEOFFREY: Hold onto your hat!

PRUE: Tomorrow:

estate agent, then solicitor.

Yes.

I'll be waiting with me box file.

PRUE: And a walk to the splendid tea rooms.

Mine's a lardy cake!

PRUE: Then on Thursday... No, I'm sorry.

I, I beg your pardon?

I need to see Larry. In town.

London?

Yes.

I'll be staying there.

You're going to stay in London?

Why... are you mad?

No, I think it might be fun.

[flamingoes honking, insects chirping]

Come on.

Come on.

Big day tomorrow, Sally.[snorts]

Try to look your best.

Ah, you might be wondering what this is.

Margo!

Family crisis! What? Why?

Can't you see how this could go wrong?

I am responsible for this family.

[scoffs]

Hey, I object to that face!

A gang out there is threatening our safety and valuables.

We don't have any valuables.

Yeah, well, they don't know that.

They strike

under cover of darkness,

and I'm gonna be able to shoot them from my bed.

This is the worst idea you've ever had.

What if you kill an innocent person?

Oh, God, you bloody vegetarians.

These guns won't kill anyone...

probably.

Anyway, I'll put a warning sign up outside.

♪

Uh, yassas!

Can I talk to you about donkeys?

Donkeys have feelings too.

[people speaking Greek]

Yes, yes, all interesting points.

Uh, my fellow campaigner Theo Stephanides will join us

when he can and translate.

He's at work.

You English are not the boss here.

It doesn't matter where I'm from.

And donkeys actually work better if you...

[people speaking Greek]

♪

How do you say, "Danger of Death"?

[speaking Greek]

[repeating Greek]Yeah.

[car horn honking, door opens]

SPIROS: Hello!

I come as Mrs. Durrells's policeman.

I take this very seriously.

Thank you, Spiros, but, uh, not necessary.

I'm in charge.

No offense, Leslie,

but you made Daphne pregnant.

You're not in charge even of yourself.

Has Margo been seeing Zoltan?

No.Yes.

I see them in the town kissing.

Well, kissing...

Kissing's nice.

Kissing a Turk is not nice.

Just wait till she gets home.

Now, that could be several hours.

I'll go...

and come back.

♪

Good afternoon.

Is this where Lawrence Durrell is staying?

Laz, you didn't say your mama was a goddess.

Well.

I wouldn't go as far as goddess.

Always go far! Don't be so British.

Sorry.

I think you'll find I'm very British.

Ah.

Oh, hello.

I just wanted to track you down, uh, Laz,

before I find a guesthouse.

Oh, no, no, no, you must stay here.

As you can see, I, I keep a very open house.

Oh.

Well, we have just buried my aunt,

so it might cheer me up.

I, I'd hate to tread on anyone's toes.

No, no, join us.

♪

SUPERINTENDENT:

Um...

Look I, I've promised to help with the baby.

My friend Lugaretzia's knitting a romper suit,

and I'm determined to make sure...

No, it's your sign outside.

Oh.

Yes, sorry, leave it to you professionals.

I, I'll take it down-

No.

It's a good sign.

Thank you.

Um...

I always say, guns make the world

a safer place.

You'd think it's obvious.

People need to help us more.

Like you.

LUGARETZIA: Show him your...

[insects chirping, bird burbling]

Yeah, I won't do the full display.

Do you have work? Uh, no.

We used to run a family stall, but, you know, cakes.

You would like to be a policeman?

I would love to be a policeman.

DURANT: Hmm,

so you just took your family off to Corfu?

Well, it was a particularly overcast day in Bournemouth.

You crazy bitch!

God, you're brilliant.Mm.

So, what do you all do?

MILLER: We're a loose community

of artists and nomads.

So you'll fit right in. I adore your necklace.

Oh, this?

Yes.

I, I found it

in a souk,

in Arabia.

LARRY: Oh, do tell the story.

[music playing on record]

[Louisa chuckles nervously]

I wanted it so much but had no money, so...

I... cut off my hair...

which I could sit on back then and often did...

and sold it.

And what were you doing in Arabia?

Mm.

What wasn't I doing?

[all laughing]

♪

[brakes squealing]

MARGO: Oh, Spiros,

don't go in the house, it's a mess.

[chickens clucking]

You are a Durrells, so I like you,

but your mother said,

"Do not meet your boyfriend."

And you did, so I am cross.

Please don't be.

Zoltan's sweet.

Hooray, let's all get pregnant!

You're only being all odd like this

because he's Turkish, and you're prejudiced.

Yes, I am.

The Greeks hate the Turks,

who hate us.

We have a deal.

Why do you hate them?

Because they're all...

That's not a proper argument.

Well, it's Christians versus Muslims, of course.

That's a tricky one.

It's the same God.

Years of occupation by the Ottomans.

Read about the siege of Nicomedia.

When did that happen?

1337.

[insects chirping]

Okay, you can see Zoltan...

Good, we're meeting for lunch.

...but I will be there as chaperone.

LESLIE: Spiros,

I've got a job with the Corfu police force!

[laughs]

So in a month or two, after my training,

I'll be able to arrest you.

[Jonquil playing piano poorly]

No, to be honest I don't find shoes erotic.

Mm, toes then, hmm?

No.

Although I did use to like sucking my children's toes.

Oh, tell me more things like that.

Only when they were babies, I don't do it now.

[chuckles]

Please.

What is this drink? Hmm.

Absinthe.

Ah, isn't that meant to be utterly ruinous?

Yes, it is. [chuckles]

Mother.

Still up?

Seemingly.

May I have a word?

Yes.

[piano playing continues]

Be careful of Durant.

He's used to getting his own way.

LOUISA: If only that were true of me.

Hmm, he's plying you with absinthe.

I used to put away a lot of gin.

I know my limits.

Why's he wearing your necklace?

LOUISA: It's just paste.

We swapped... I'm wearing his socks.

Oh, for God's sake.

There's a difference between a frisky Greek

and a metropolitan roué.

I'm enjoying his conversation.

It won't go any further than that.

Our boat-train leaves

in two days.

Until then I want some lively company.

Sorry, I was just being protective.

Gosh, maybe I have had too much to drink.

[chuckles]

I'm out of practice.

Come to my room.Oh.

Why?

Oh, God, no! What? Hmm.

I thought you had something interesting there to show me.

I do.[chuckles]

No, no,

I mean, like an interesting wardrobe or something.

I do actually have an interesting wardrobe.

Ah, yes, well, I will think about coming to see it.

[both chuckling]

[exhaling]

♪

♪

[speaking Greek]

[imitating firing]

You're going to make a fine policeman.

THEO: I'll need you to arrest anyone

who beats their donkey.

Well, if it's the law, Sonny,

then that's what I'll be doing.

[outer door unlatches]

[door closes]

Leaving, darling?

Yes... a guesthouse suits me better.

You don't want to run off.

It's a free gaff.

Leave that here

and go and enjoy the city.

[brakes squealing, people talking indistinctly]

Have a bleeding adventure.

[door closes]

[farmer speaking Greek, whip cracking]

[donkey braying]

Stop!

Look in his eyes... he's nearly dead!

His leg hurts.

[donkey brays]

[farmer speaking Greek]

♪

[donkey snorts]

More essence.

[phone ringing]

LARRY: Anybody?

[phone continues ringing]

Mm?

[loudly]: May I speak with Mrs. Durrell, please.

[poshly]: She's currently indisposed.

May I relay a communiqué?

Posh flunky.

Yes.

A valuable has gone missing,

and we wonder if Mrs. Durrell has it.

Why's she using that voice?

It's her telephone voice.

LARRY [on phone]: Mrs. Durrell

seems very law abiding.

Though they're often the worst.

I'm sorry that she's...

"gawn."

Will she be "gawn"...

for "lawng"?

[clock ticking]

[normal voice]: I'm not really sure.

Cheerio.[hangs up]

Oh.

[groans]

[struggling, utensils scraping]

You have a beautiful face,

even when you are eating fish.

No, no, no, you can't talk like this.

What?

Nothing about love or bodies.

This stifado is not good.

Nothing rude about Greek things.

Look, Zoltan runs a business here,

he pays tax here, you should be grateful.

I don't pay tax here.

You see!

Nor do you!

And you stole hummus from us.

[accordion playing]

I'm just doing what your mother asked.

Why do you care so much about Mrs. Durrell?

Some people deserve to be cared for.

Some do not.

Too much bad feeling.

I'm going back to work.

[chair scraping]Zoltan,

I'll see you after my mother returns.

[accordion playing, people talking indistinctly]

Hey don't leave me alone with him!

[horns honking]

WOMAN: I do hope we're not going to be late.

[sighs]

Have you been avoiding me?

No, I've been enjoying London.

Well, apart from the traffic.

Right, it's like Piccadilly Circus out there!

Which is funny, because...

It is Piccadilly Circus out there.

I am flattered by your attention,

and grateful for the bed,

but I should probably leave.

No, don't.

I will behave.

[knock on door]

Hello.

Um, I've brought a patient.

MARGO: Well, bring him in then. Oh, hang on,

it's not an...

animal, is it?[donkey sniffs]

Of course it is.

GERRY: I rescued him.

I think his leg may be broken.

If it is, you know he'll have to be put down,

don't you?

Yes.

Very well,

let's have a look.

[music playing on record, knock at door]

Lawrence.

Hello.

[door closes]

What brings Dorset up to London?

We couldn't get much sense out of the butler

I spoke to. Ah, yes.

He has just been sacked.

And we need to speak to your mother urgently.

Is she staying here?

Um, yes.

Is that a...?

Oh, goodness, it is.

How racy.

Mother!

Worlds colliding.

LARRY: Durant,

my mother's relatives.

Doesn't that make us your relatives?

DURANT: Welcome.

Drinks?

Thank you but we'll just be in and out.

We're not huge people people.

DURANT: But you look rather good value.

GEOFFREY: I don't think we've ever been called good value before,

have we, dear? No.

LOUISA: Oh, goodness.

Well, hello, all.

Louisa will be glad for the reinforcements.

We alarm her here with our rakish ways.

Oh, hardly.

[clears throat]

Up yours.

ALL: Up yours.

So, Cousin Prue,

why are you here?

One of Auntie's necklaces is missing.

We have no choice but to suspect you.

Well, yes, I borrowed it.

Oh, but it's just glass.

I didn't touch the real ones.

It is real.

And extremely valuable.

Those huge gemstones are real?

Where is the necklace?

It's in my bedroom.

I'll fetch it.

Oh.

Excellent.

Well, I'm off.

If I'm quick, I might catch the Royal Tournament.

Mm.[sets glass down]

[knock on door]

Yes?

Ah-ha!

My animal magnetism worked.

Um, no.

I've come to look for my necklace.

When you say necklace,

I think you mean sensual enlightenment.

Well, if I mean that, I'll say it.

You had it last night.

Why so anxious?

Oh, well, it's very valuable.

Yes, I know,

it cost you your hair.

Hair that you could sit on.

Well, no, I...

oh... I made that up, you idiot!

Hmm.

Gosh, where is it?

I don't know.

I left it lying around.

Somebody else must have picked it up.

Get off!

[door closes, sighs]

And what do you do,

Jonquil? Writer, darling.

Oh.Ah, like Lawrence.

Yes. But hopefully better.

And you're an artist, Ruby.

Why is that?

Art is.

Art is...?

Nice?

A picture just needs to be pretty,

doesn't it?

Extraordinary.

I'm going mad.

I forgot,

I took the necklace to the bank

for safekeeping.

I'll get it back in the morning.

Meanwhile you must be getting

that last train back to Ploddy-shire.

Yes, well, we'll come back in the morning.

No, stay here overnight.

Uh, no, no,

we don't have our night garments.

I'll lend you something, hmm?

Well, it would save another train fare.

Do sit down.

[insects chirping]

[bells ringing]

[bells ringing quicker]

[gunshot]

MARGO: What have you done?! Saved the day.

Stay in your rooms until I give the all-clear.

Leslie!

[insects chirping]

Stop!

[gasps]: Oh, my God.

Sorry.

You...

[gasping]

shot me!

Oh my God! I'm so sorry.

Well, you shouldn't be seeing Margo, should you?

You've been a bit naughty.

No, you are the naughty one!

I'm used to the Greeks hating me,

but now you too?!

I am going to the police to report you

for attempted murder! No.

No, no, no.

[footsteps retreating]

[sighs]

MARGO: Congratulations.

You've gunned down poor Zoltan and made him hate me.

You shouldn't be seeing him...

and I only winged him. [grunts in frustration]

I've spent weeks ironing out the worst of his defects,

and you destroy it all.

Oh, so you've had a tiff.

This is my whole existence!

What are you going on about?

The police won't take me now I look reckless,

perhaps, slightly.

Especially as I've had run-ins

with the law.

We told you it was a dumb idea.

I want Mother back.

♪

[struggling]

What would the Parish Council say

if they could see you now?

Yes, he's obviously not one for a sensible pajama.

We're all having our minds stretched here.

I don't know whether to walk towards it

or run away.

I feel like one of the Wise Men.

I don't understand why you left the necklace with the bank

if you thought it wasn't valuable.

Well it, it was included with my own valuables.

[scoffs]

It's worth more

than the rest of Auntie's estate put together.

If it's not returned,

none of us will inherit anything.

Yes, well, we'll, er, just, er... Cocoa.

Cocoa.Yeah.

Lovely to see a retired English insurance broker in a kaftan.

[clears throat]

That necklace I borrowed from my aunt.

It's really valuable, and I've lost it

here in the house.Ah.

I'm sorry but I can only think one of your new arty friends

has taken it. Why would you say that?

Well, because they're... well, they're amoral,

and I'm sure they would say so themselves.

These are my friends.

No matter how much absinthe you put away,

or unsuitable flirting you do,

you're still really provincial, aren't you?

You can be louche and Bohemian,

but I can't,

is that what you're saying?

[scoffs] Well, where do you think

your cherished liberal outlook comes from?

From me.

You made Leslie too.

Well... If we're the same,

why do I embrace the creativity

and differentness of these people

and you accuse them of theft?

So I should scuttle back to the provinces

to be with my kind,

with the Prues and the Geoffreys?

While you make whoopee with your mute.

[exhales in frustration]

I've found my world.

It's thrilling.

I want to stay here, in England.

[snoring]

[groans]

[snoring]

[footsteps approaching]

You know what I need?

Air.

I haven't been out of the house

for 48 hours.

LARRY: I'm sorry.

I know the necklace is a worry

but these friends aren't the stealing kind.

They don't believe in ownership.

Well, that's just daft.

There...

proof that I'm not the... radical spirit you are.

[sighs] It's time I went home.

And Corfu is now home?[car honking]

Yes, it is.

I'm missing the children.

And at this rate, I'll be arrested for theft

and never get back there.

I don't think it will come to that.

You don't really want to stay, do you?

For how long?

I don't know.

I've fallen for Ruby.

I'll stay here as long as she wants me.

[car honking, rain pattering]

[men talking in Greek]

[footsteps approaching]

Kalimera, Superintendent.

Kalimera, Leslie.

I'm afraid I must resign,

already.

I slightly shot an innocent man

with my crime-prevention system... Zoltan.

That's the person, not the name of the system.

And I should've said I've been arrested twice.

Once for drunken brawling, and once for shooting turkeys

belonging to a man that we named Crippenopoulos,

because of...

Nobody made a complaint against you,

and we all shoot people by mistake sometimes.

[exhales]: I know.

Don't stray again.

But who better to fight crime than someone who has done some?

Thank you.

Don't cry,

that's unprofessional. Oh yeah, so sorry.

[sniffs]

I'll see you in a week.

♪

[groans]

So that is the donkey's metacarpal...

can you see?

and... it's not broken.

[sighs with relief]

It's probably arthritis

or bruising from repeated beatings.

So it'll heal? Yes.

But, Durrells,

that's three times you've had healthy limbs in

to be x-rayed.

Sorry. GERRY: Sorry.

Margo,

perhaps you should take the day off

and repair your broken heart.

[muttering]

GEOFFREY: Ah... morning, Louisa.

You haven't lived until you've slept

in a mbubb like this.

PRUE: So, we'll, uh, accompany you to the bank

to retrieve Auntie's necklace.

Prue, Geoffrey, avert your eyes.

Just...

[whispers]: That's actually mine.

Perhaps you'd do the honors.

[unclasping necklace]

I'll go to the bank on my own.

See you shortly.

Is it safe to look?

Yeah.

[gasps]

[women speaking Greek]

♪

Miss Margo.

Still friends, I hope? Yes.

But will you please help me to find Zoltan?

Oh, your mother said... I know,

but it isn't about me this time.

I'm clearly doomed to be single.

Who is it about?

You and Zoltan.[horse whinnying]

Your portrait is finished.

That...

is you.

That is...

so...

good!

I'm like a glass of...

I'd just better go say goodbye to my mother.

Your mother is pretty.

Yes.

She is.

Is she...

available?

No.

You don't think that would be... odd?

Mm.

[birds chirping, cars driving by]

♪

[car door closing]

Zoltan, we're so sorry about what happened.

Leslie's gone a bit mad since he got Daphne pregnant.

Please still talk to me.

Of course.

You make the stars come out at night.

What does that mean?

It's called poetry, Greek peasant.

It's called bullshit, Turkish cretin.

Now, exactly,

this is why you two need to settle your differences.

Let's agree that Greeks and Turks have hated each other

for far too long.

We are not going to end it today.

But this could be the beginning of the end.

Spiros, tell me one thing you like about Turkish people.

Zoltan?

I like Greek...

No, nothing.

Your Acropolis is good.

Hooray, we're off.

I like your belly dancing.

♪

PRUE: [exhales]

Thank you.

Sorry I was rude.

Auntie's death has hit us rather hard.

She's left a big hole in East Dorset.

PRUE: Mm.

LOUISA: Well, you know where we are

if you ever want to kick off your shoes

and swim in the Ionian Sea.

[outer door opens]

[outer door closes]

I think I will go home with you.

Maybe I'm less of a radical than I thought.

What happened?

In our family I'm used to playing the free-thinker.

Out in the real world, it's a bit harder.

[inhales]: How long have we got?

Couple of hours.

God... shopping!

Everyone! We're off!

Durant.

It's been an education.

Is that good?

Yes, yes, I, I think it is.

We all want to feel loved.

My bed is still warm.

Yes, that's quite enough of that.

[clears throat]

You must all come join us in Corfu.

Oh, they won't want to do that.

Sure. We may never leave.

See, this donkey, Tony, was dead on his feet

a few days ago, but now he could plow a field

before breakfast.

I give you 30 drachma for Tony.

I'd better not.

Be kind to donkeys!

Love your ass!

Oh, I saw the ferry about to dock.

I think your mother and Larry are on it. Could you...

Sorry.

[goat bleating]

Thanks, Theo!

Lugaretzia hasn't been here for days.

It must be her bad back.

[rooster clucking]

Breakfast!

Mummy and Larry.

On their way here.

[Roger barking]

[struggling]

[birds chirping]

LOUISA: So, how have the children been, Spiros?

SPIROS: They were perfect.

Really?

Yes, I kept Margo apart from Zoltan.

But you were a bit harsh.

He's a good boy.

Huh, Spiros,

our new liberal.

For a Turk.

That's more like it.

SPIROS: So, oh, you know...

you missed the whole donkey story.

As long as Gerry hasn't got another one...

Well...

♪

[brakes squealing, horn honking]

[engine stops]

[whistles]

[exhales]

I've missed you so much.

GERRY: Mum.

MARGO: Mummy, I've missed you too.

LESLIE: I've missed you.

I've even missed the animals.

All right?

Yep. So how did it go?

We fell among artists, it was wonderful.

Oh, Mother, I've got a proper job.

No, doing what?

With the Corfu Police Force.

[chicken clucking]

Gifts from the homeland.

Yes. Oh, yes.

One family, entirely different people.

[Margo and Gerry murmuring

Let's go in.

[insects clicking]

[Larry sighs]

You didn't think we'd leave a mess, did you?

Not for a minute, darling.

So...

we buried Aunt Hermione,

had an adventure or two.

And we realized more than ever

that we love it here.

LARRY [shouting]: What the hell is this?

[goat bleating]

That's how you left it.

It's just slovenly.

GERRY: This isn't a doss-house.

Yes, tidy your room, please, Larry.

You're not with your arty friends now.

[Gerry, Leslie, Margo laughing]

[Leslie talking indistinctly]

♪

[singing in Greek]