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♪

[chicken clucks]

[sighs]

I love the weekends.

We get to spend more time together.

What? Mmm, amazing.

You don't need us anymore.

You've got Frank now.

MARGO: Get a hobby.

You always told me that before I got a job.

My hobby will always be you,

my own darling sloths.

[chuckles]

SPIROS: Hello, Durrells!

Spiros!

Hey!

Mrs. Durrells, lovelier

than a spring morning.

As are you.

Where've you been, Spiros?

Busy, driving around a new family.

A what?

An Italian family.

They came here like you, to start a new life.

LARRY: Hmm.

What are they like? Ah.

Charming, perfect.

They live in the big pink villa.

You will love them.

♪

♪

[seagulls crowing, chicken warbling]

Oh, do come back later, Spiros.

We're going swimming.

Oh, ah, I'm sorry, the Ferrari family need me.

Oh, yeah, fine.

Ah, why I came.

The fire brigade need volunteers.

So, interested?

No, it's not safe.

I don't want them getting singed.

Yes, in between my police shifts.

Sure, it might be fun.

Bene.

Arrivederci!

[car door opens, closes, engine starts]

♪

[insects buzzing]

LOUISA [quietly]: Yes.

Yes, that's it, Roger.

You have a good look around.

Just don't go to the lavatory.

[man clears throat]

Oh.

Kalimera.

Oh... skylos, uh...

My dog seems to like it here.

[Roger grunts]

You're English... hello.

Hello, Louisa Durrell.

Oh, yes, Spiros told me about you.

I'm Guido Ferrari.

And those up there are my daughters,

Clara, Violetta, and my son Paolo.

Oh, hello!

What breed is he?

LOUISA: Oh, he's a mongrel.

Though aren't we all?

[muttering]: Speak for yourself, they're thinking.

It's a pleasure to meet a fellow foreigner.

We're learning the ropes.

Oh, with the help of Spiros.

Yes, he's a local genius.

Isn't he?

You must come for a bella colazione.

Oh.

[clears throat]

[quietly]: Blimey.

Um...

[speaking Greek]

Yes, I speak English, but why should I?

Good question.

You seem like a man

with a modern and international outlook.

I am.

Well, we hear you need more firemen.

Yes.

First you take a physical test.

[chuckles]

I'm a policeman, so I'm fighting fit.

And I'm wily,

which is just as important in an emergency.

You will take a physical test.

[horse snorts]

Yep.

[insects buzzing]

How nice to be out with you again.

Who's doing your job?

Please don't tell me Margo's doing x-rays all by herself.

She's very efficient, in fact.

But, no, the machine's broken.

I'm waiting for a spare part from Athens.

Uh... uh...

GERRY: Come on.

Where are you?

[rustling]

[wings flapping]

♪

Yassas.

Yassou.

[speaking Greek]

What are we looking for?

I look for birds also.

Join us, please.

♪

[insects buzzing]

♪

Come on, we mustn't be late for the Ferraris.

LOUISA: Oh, Margo, what's Frank done to you!

It's my fault.

I fell asleep with food on my face.

He got over-excited.[grumbles]

It's just a few licks.[footsteps on stairs]

Um, can we not mention Daphne's pregnancy

to the Italians, please?

Why not?

I, I think it might just give them

the wrong impression.

Oh, is this the best we can look?

I wish we could afford new wardrobes.

LARRY: "Mistrust all enterprises

that require new clothes."

E. M. Forster.

MARGO: What an utter idiot.

LESLIE: Who's Ian Foster anyway?

LARRY: E. M. Forster.

[door closes]God Almighty.

LESLIE: Shut your face.

LOUISA: And can we not curse at lunch?

[goat bleats]

[Leslie sighs]

[cutlery clattering]

[knife scraping]

LESLIE: Mmm.

So let's say that we're here

to recharge our batteries.

Italy can feel a bit...

suffocating.

Especially now Mussolini's in power.

And you thought Caligula and Nero stank.

Politics.

I say they're bad for the digestion.

LOUISA: Larry's a writer,

with very firm views.

About everything, which he shares.

LESLIE: Mm.

You look wonderful in that dress.

Thank you.

It's one of my late mother's.

It's a bit rude, that, turning up late.

Late as in dead.

[Ferrari drops spoon]

Dead in a lovely way.

Your English is perfect.

We have a, a tin ear for languages.

Not even tin.

What's worse than tin?

Cardboard.

I'm a writer, but also a man of action.

I'm in the fire brigade.

It's just working men,

doing a heroic job. Yeah, me, too.

Me, too, and I'm a policeman.

So if any of you are robbed, or on fire, I'm your man.

MARGO: Sorry about my face.

An animal licked it.

Your face and body are so nice.

Steady.

LESLIE: Mmm.

Pass the spuds.

[speaking Italian]

Oh, sorry.

FERRARI: In Siena we had staff.

I fear the children are not used to helping out.

Well, they'll learn.

They're so...

attractive and delightful.

[sighs]

♪

LOUISA: So the Ferraris are an inspiration.

Did you count their pets?

None.

Well, Clara inspired me.

Mmm, I thought you were gonna sit on her lap.

I nearly did.

Taxi to Lesbos![chuckles]

[grunts][groans]

It's not like that.

I just...

MARGO: I want to be her.

Larry, don't be lewd.

LARRY: Sorry.

You're really not gonna like my new novel.

GERRY: I think you're comparing us to them,

and we're losing.

Nonsense.

LARRY: Why do you care?

Because you're my life's work,

and you're special,

and I want other people to know that.

We're going to have to make a hell of an effort

when they come to our house.

[Larry panting]

♪

[struggling]

Two minutes, 18 seconds... you pass.

Yes!

Yes!

What's the record?

Two minutes, 18 seconds.

Yes!

[grunts]

[horse whinnies]

It's the first time we have done it.

Right.

[Leslie struggling]

That's quite a fire risk you have on your face there.

[goat bleating]

[Leslie struggling]

Take it easy, Les.

Breathe.

Please let him pass.

He'll be a really good fireman.

He adores a uniform.

No, this is an important test of keeping calm.

[yelping]

[panting]

DEMETRIOS: Too slow.

Well, it's too... too small!

What are you trying to do, kill me?

You fail!

I fail, and these are your crew?

[grunts]

[horse snorts]

♪

[squeaks]

LOUISA: We love the house.

We want to do it up,

but we're just waiting for a sizeable inheritance

to come through.

FERRARI: Ah.

The easiest way to make money.

Go on!

A much-loved aunt.

I still feel rather lost

without her.

Ah, please.

♪

[typewriter clacking upstairs]

I'm afraid Larry's busy finishing

his third excellent, soon-to-be-published novel.

[shouts]

LARRY: Stupid bloody...

Have a cake!

They look gorgeous.

No, you look gorgeous.

Oh, pardon me.

I dropped the sandwich.

She's clumsy.

The Greeks are clumsy.

What?

My father is correct.

No, he isn't.

LUGARETZIA:

Mm.

Mrs. Durrell, you are a charming host

and an excellent cook. Oh, thank you.

My children are very good cooks, too.

I have a favor to ask.

Will you teach Clara and Violetta

how to be women and run a house?

Oh, well, I, I'm not sure they're the same thing.

You just need to put a little comma

after the word "women."

Since their mother died.

Well, I do miss passing on feminine wisdom to Margo,

now that she has a fulfilling job

and a handsome boyfriend.

[quietly]: Somebody shoot me, please.

FERRARI: And I could pay Leslie

to teach Paolo how to sail.

Oh, I'm sure he'd be happy

to help.

[car horn honks]Oh.

[chicken clucking]

Our chauffeur.

[Ferrari speaking Italian]

LESLIE: See you later.

You've been a stranger.

Since they arrived.

Are you bored with us?

No.

I have to earn a living.

I'm only doing for them

what I did for you.

Oh, right.

[chicken clucking]

What does that mean, "right"?

Well, it means that I thought

we were more to you than just customers.

But no.[car doors close]

Well, to me, right now...

You're being a pain in the ass.

[goat bleating]

It's good to know where we stand.

[footsteps retreating]

[door closes, engine starts]

♪

Anything good? LARRY: Mmm.

Theo lent me it.

Modern Firefighting.Mmm.

Well, I have no useful thoughts to share

on firefighting.

Budge up.

[sighs]

Hmm.

"The modern hose consists..."

Spiros and I had an argument.

I thought we were special to him, as he is to us,

but, well, maybe we're just customers.

You don't really think that.

Oh, I don't know.

[sighs]

I'm looking forward

to teaching the girls, though.

Mmm.

They seem strangely lifeless.

You'll end up with the daddy.

With you, there's always a love interest.

Mr. Ferrari?

No.

Something eerie about him.

[sighs]

Poor Leslie, him not being a fireman.

Is there anyone you don't worry about?

♪

[laughs]

For him it's like climbing a house.

And he already has one on his back.

[laugh]

A tortoise shell is not a shell at all, in fact.

It's made up of 60 different bones,

which is interesting.

I must go home.

Shall we meet here

again tomorrow? Yes.

2:00?

THEO: Lovely.

And this time, Galini, we'll track down the vulture.

Lovely girl.

GERRY: Yes.

Yes, she is.

[bell tolling]

FLORENCE: You can't mope around

feeling inferior.

I know.

Good!

So is there an operation Dr. Petridis can do

to improve my head?

No.

Listen.

Perfection is a mirage.

Well, it's a mirage worth fighting for.

Look at me.

Since I had the baby,

there are days I look a complete hag.

But I'm still the same person.

Does that actually mean anything?

You're right.

I'll get my make-up bag.

Oh, and see if you have anything in your wardrobe

that'll make me look modelly.

I need to impress Clara.

♪

[goat bleating, birds chirping]

[car approaching]

[car door shuts]

The youth.

They're here for their lessons.

Thank you, Spiros.

I'm sorry, I know you have to work.

What have you come dressed for?

Ascot?

Right.

So where shall we start?

Do you know

how to boil an egg?

No.

Can you buy them already boiled?

Come on.

LESLIE: So, uh,

this is the tiller.

In Italian, tillo, probably.

You all right?

Yes.

So, uh, any plans while you're in Corfu?

[water lapping]

You may be overdoing the strong and silent.

It's actually quite boring for everyone else.

[gun fires]What are you doing, man?!

I don't know.

You're a weird one.

[pounding]

LOUISA: Right!

Uh, let's gut fish.

There we are.

You put your head in the hole.

Lugaretzia will model hers

for you.

Bit more of a display, Luga.

We're trying to make drudgery

look attractive.

You have fun at home.

Yes, yes, we do.

Do you not have fun?

No.

Is that why you moved to Corfu?

No, we came here to recharge our batteries.

[exhales]

Well.

Leslie caught this.

So who's going to operate?

Now, be careful.

Sometimes they squirt.

So...

Ooh!

Here we are!

LOUISA: And while she's doing that,

you seem shy, Violetta.

And our gramophone is broken, so your challenge

is to us sing a song.

[scraping]

♪ La ragazza di Monticelli

BOTH: ♪ Sono belle dai piedi ai capelli ♪

♪ Forse è colpa della luna ♪

I want more girls in my family.

["Le Raggaze di Monticelli" playing]

♪ Le ragazze di tutta Firenze

♪ Per le quali non ho preferenze ♪

[song continues]

♪ Che le piacciono a tutti e anche a me ♪

I haven't met Clara,

but I'm sure she can't hold a candle to you now.

[seagulls crowing]

Yes, I think a vulture nest.

Did you know that vultures have intensely corrosive stomach acid

so it can digest pathogens fatal to most creatures?

I didn't know that.

Thank you, Theo.

[speaking Greek]

[murmur]

Oh, I'm none the wiser, but thank you.

He's very good, isn't he?

It's like a cross between Lord Kitchener and a bush.

I must learn more Greek.

Much thanks for that.

Did you understand?

I'm going to say yes.

And I want to show you this.

I know you're a modernizer like me,

and there are innovations here

which would go down a storm.

You are too close to the chief.

Oh, sorry.

A pole gets you to the fire several seconds quicker.

[chickens clucking, birds cooing]

[sighs]

Gerry.

Were you with that little girl you mentioned?

Galina?

Galephone... Goliath.

Galini.Galini.

Yes.

And Theo.

Oh, he came along?

Yes.

He did.

I like being with her.

And Theo's there,

chatting, and giving us facts.

So he's in the way,

and you don't know how to tell him.

And you know how much I love Theo.

He's normally so clever, but...

You need to go and let him know.

He's the loveliest man.

He'll understand.

You tell him.

No, you tell him.

No, you tell him.

LESLIE [sighing]: I tell you what.

After a day with Paolo,

I'll be glad to be among criminals.

Why?

There's something not right about him.

His hands are shaking, it's like he's keyed up.

The sisters are sweet,

but they seem to be living in fear.

Are you saying that just to make me feel less inferior?

No, and I apologize for putting them

on a pedestal.

You know, I asked Clara if they'd met anyone nice,

and she said their father's never liked the Greeks.

So why did they come here?

Well, exactly.

What do you think?

♪

♪

[sighs]

Gerry!

Aren't we meeting Galini this afternoon?

Yes, yes, no, that's the plan.

Come and look.

These copepods have turned the water orange.

Freshwater biology is utterly potty.

I know.

What could it be?

Perhaps iron oxide contamination?

[sighs]

Theo, I really want to spend some time alone with Galini

without you there.

[aquarium bubbling]

I could not be more mortified.

Don't, honestly. There I was,

rattling on like an uninvited drunk at a wedding.

Theo, you're making me feel awful.

[chuckles bitterly]

♪

[Adonis crying]

Support his head.

Ooh, and hold the cloth.

His favorite things are dribbling

and being volcanically sick.

[stops crying]

Hello.

I spoke to my colleague at Customs.

He says the Ferraris left Italy in a hurry.

Ooh, what makes him think that?

Hardly any luggage,

hasty paperwork, no money to speak of.

We're starting to wonder about the Ferrari family.

[Adonis crying]

Including why you're penniless

but providing a free finishing school?

[groans]

Um, as much as I like the girls,

I wouldn't trust them yet with a turnip,

let alone a baby.

[Adonis wailing]

Oh.

[sawing]

Bravo!

You're installing a fireman's pole!

I'm not used to people following my advice.

This is not all.

Modern alarm.

Break the glass to operate.

Better than in Athens.

Wonderful.

Should it be in here, though, in a fire station?

We will have them everywhere.

Ah, good.

Well, I've brought my typewriter,

so I'm not late for my first call out.

Plus, it's hard to work

in a house full of Italian debutantes.

Hmm.

[horse snorts]

[birds chirping]

How are my daughters' lessons?

They're with my friend Florence,

learning how to change

a nappy.Hmm.

It's a device babies wear

that needs to be changed regularly.

[grunts]

So...

why did you really up sticks and move here?

So quickly.

My girls.

My girls, they were horribly spoiled in Italy.

And my son, well, as you say,

he needs to find his way.

What can you do?

Mrs. Durrells.

The fire brigade are looking for volunteers,

if Paolo fancies that.

Well, if you'll excuse us,

we have, um...

Yes.

Men, work, business.

I'll be off.

♪

THEO: Gerry, of course,

was too nice to tell me

I was being a gigantic gooseberry.

If I'd been a bigger gooseberry,

I'd have rolled into Corfu Town

and killed a few people.

[x-ray machine humming]

We are back at the races!

[switch turns, machine shutting down]

Where are they from, your Ferraris?

Siena.[papers rustling]

Oh, I have friends there.

You know everyone and everything.

Your life must be so tiring.

These friends work in ladies' underwear.

I love saying that.

Well, ask them about the Ferraris.

We think they may be a bit dodgy.

Still, I'd take dodgy-but-beautiful any day.

If you're desperate,

Friday is the famous Day of St. Spiridion...

Spiros. What's that?

He's the patron saint of Corfu,

and has healing and magic powers.

And on his saint's day,

and for one day only,

you can kiss his mummified feet and make a wish

for whatever your heart desires.

[glass clinking]

[vulture screeches]

GERRY: The nest is empty.

There.

It fell out.

[screeches]

GERRY: Its parents must've abandoned it.

GALINI: We must rescue it together.

[chuckles]

[vulture screeches]

Our baby.

We will look after you.

♪

[typewriter clacking]

[alarm bell ringing, man shouting]

It's happening!

[people shouting outside]

♪

[bell continues]

[thump, man shouts]

[horse whinnying]

[groaning]

No, no, you're supposed to wait until the pole's been fitted.

Silly![shouts]

[fire alarm blaring]

[pops, alarm waning]

[groans, hits floor]

[alarm fades]

LARRY: Ah, Paolo.

Welcome to the Corfu Fire Brigade.

[bell ringing]

[birds chirping]

We've never argued before.

No.

Let's never do it again.

No.

I think the Ferrari family threw us off balance.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, but I don't trust...

"Papa."

That's a shame,

because I lent him a lot of money.

Why, Spiros?

A, a taxi driver, no matter how special...

And handsome.

...and handsome,

should not be lending money to posh Italians

who live in a huge villa.

That I want to live in.

I am just trying to...

to think the best of people.

And that's why we love you so much.

Well, that and...

the being...

Handsome, yes.

♪

[inhales]

♪

[people murmuring]

So you have to kiss his slippers.

Yes.

Have you done it before?

Yes.

Did you get what you wanted?

Yes... winter boots.

Well, I'll give it a go.

I'm going to ask

for inner and outer perfection.

Yes.

Try.

[groaning]

♪

38 seconds for your test.

Thanks. Pretty good.

You?

Oh, just over that.

But I did hold the record before you.

[birds chirping]

Um...

You don't seem very happy.

No.

And why is that, do you think?

Sometimes...

Things get a bit much.

Yeah.

♪

[murmuring]

[sighs]

[muttering and gasping]

[gasping]

If we're going to do it, do it properly.

[utensils clattering]

LOUISA: So how's your friend Galini?

She's fine, very well.

If you want any advice, son, you can come to me.

[Leslie and Larry chuckling]

Stop it.

MARGO: Yes, ignore them, Gerry.

I see you used the old

"Come and look at my vulture" line?

[laughing]

[knock at door, door opens]

Ah!

Book about vultures.

I'll come back later.

No, no, no! Do come in.

What can we do for you?

Oh, no, did that handsome farmer with the bruised coccyx

complain about me?

No, why?

Nothing.

Ah, well, anyway.

I came because I mentioned the Ferraris

to my friends in Siena,

who know everyone,

and they telegraphed back to say

the family have a big secret which has been hushed up.

Paolo ran down an elderly man in a car and killed him.

I could tell, you know.

So they fled here to escape prosecution.

Looks like it.

Well, as a policeman, all I can say...

Well, at least it shows

the father does care about the son,

however misguidedly.

GERRY: So...

Not such a better family than us after all.

Ah, well, what can do we do?

Talk to them about it?

We could tip off the police.

MARGO: Or is it none of our business?

Clara's too beautiful to suffer.

Well, in my experience, family secrets are like ants.

Where there's one, there are usually a whole lot more.

[utensils scraping]

[birds chirping]

♪

[Violetta and Clara chuckling]

Mrs. Durrell, let's make a dress.

No, I want to collect eggs.

Or can we kill a chicken?

I'm afraid today has to be our last session.

Why? No.

[sighs]: No.

This is serious.

[exhales]: We've heard that your brother

ran over and killed a man.

Paolo was very unlucky.

So he should go home

and argue that in a court of law.

And if it was Leslie,

would you say that?

I hope so.

♪

You're not telling me everything.

You should go home.

No, please. No, please.

[sighs]

Look, I am supposed to be teaching you

how to be a woman...

like I should know...

and we don't have as much power as men,

so the very least we can do

is spread a little bit of honesty

in this very dishonest world.

Father...

What's the matter with you?

Look, my children, they drive me mad,

but they shout,

they don't hold back just because I'm a parent.

Quite the opposite.

Father owes money,

so we couldn't bribe the police to drop the case.

Ever since Mother died, he's a bully.

Well...

Let's talk to your father about that

when he gets here,

shall we?

Come on.

♪

[birds chirping]

Morning, chief.

Kalimera.

Moustache is blooming.

Um...

So I got a lot of writing to do.

So...

I'm resigning, if that's all right with you.

Yes.

You're not gonna try and persuade me to stay?

No.

I have Paolo now.

I have the pole!

Well done.

Um...

Could we have a chat?

LARRY: So this car accident you had in Italy.

You were driving recklessly?

Italians and cars.

I mean, it's like leaving a cat in charge of a chainsaw.

It was just bad luck.

You're obviously physically adept.

So what?

So I can't imagine you losing control.

There's no connection...

my father is a very good driver.

Why do you say that?

Daddy was driving and made you take the blame?

No!

Then whisked you away from Italy

so you don't blurt out the truth,

because, like Leslie, your oppo in the Ferrari-Durrell

battle of the clans,

you're a terrible liar.

You can't tell anyone.

♪

You can't put that down.

You can in Italy.

Well, you're here now.

[moves card]

Mutiny!

Well done.

I can't believe I'm saying that.

[car horn honking]

Spiros.

[car pulling up]

[engine idling, stops]

[car door opens]Oh.

You've driven Spiros' car.

Yes, I borrowed it.

I did that once.

He didn't like it.

You can take your girls back

when I've said this.

We know why you fled here,

because of what Paolo did.

That is my affair.

And it's his,

and your daughters', and the victim's family's,

and, well, everyone on Corfu

who isn't keen on being run over.

You... don't tell me.

You are a shrill mother

who allows animals inside her house

and can't control her children.

Shrill?

Who do you think you are?

Well,

you think I'm someone who's here

to offer free tutoring to your family

and who's about to inherit money for you to leech off,

as you have off Spiros.

[sighs]

When my husband died,

I smothered my children with love.

You have smothered your children with the opposite.

FERRARI:

I will not take

lessons in behavior from a woman who's a friend

of a known homosexual. What?!

And whose son

has impregnated a peasant.

We do not think of Daphne or anybody else on this island

as a peasant!

And we are happy

that she is having a baby with Leslie!

I don't think so, do you?

It was him that was driving

and made Paolo take the blame for it.

LARRY: Paolo, for God's sake,

stand up to your father.

It's an embarrassment.

[softly]: You could take him in a punch.

♪

FERRARI:

[grunts]

It's a question of road safety.

Oh, I will swallow these if I have to.

GERRY: Everyone!

Galini and I have rescued a young vulture.

They normally groan when I bring an animal back.

Once they got so angry, they tied me...

[birds chirping]

...to a tree.[vulture screeches softly]

♪

Sorry.

FERRARI: Clara!

[sighs]

I just hope we've sown enough seeds of rebellion in them.

God help them otherwise.

♪

[x-ray equipment sliding]

[machine humming, snapping]

[sneezes]

Sorry.

Sygnómi.

I'm not well.

[speaking Greek]

Oh, this is bad.

Since kissing those rancid holy slippers,

I've felt worse.

You didn't actually touch them with your lips?

Of course I did.

How else was I going to make the magic work?

You're supposed to kiss the air.

Otherwise you pick up germs

of all the other dying and sick people.

Well, they should have a sign saying that!

[sneezes violently]

Sorry.

[car approaching]

♪

[horn honks]

I believe this is your vehicle.

I believe it is.

Needless to say, it wasn't me who took it.

I know.

Taking my car is far worse than...

not paying back my money.

You know, he did some bad things in Italy.

I made a mistake about him.

There's trusting, and there's stupid.

[car door closes]

My wife isn't happy I lent our money and probably lost it.

Oh, Spiros.

For you it was worth it.

I was worried you and Mr. Ferrari would...

end up together.

[laughs]

You have no idea about women.

No, I don't.

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I seem to be drifting further away from perfection

than I'd hoped.

Do you think Zoltan will still love me looking like this?

No... if he come, hide.

Right,

I'm going over to the Ferraris' to talk to them.

No, don't.

They're not your family.

He's right.

Who said, "Children begin by loving their parents.

"After a time they judge them.

Rarely do they forgive them"?

I don't mean us.

I mean them, actually.

What happened?

We're going back to Italy.

No, you mustn't!

Don't look at me.

I kissed some disastrous slippers.

Clara and I realized

you were right.

CLARA: We spent all night

rowing with Father

and insisting he admit the truth.

[sighs]

I'm so proud of you.

But remember to always respect your parent.

What?

No.LESLIE: Oh, make your mind up.

[softly]: Oh, shut up.

CLARA: We felt bad

because Father borrowed money,

especially from Spiros.

Look.

We have this.

PAOLO: My father's watch is worth...

[Durrell children shout]

They're for Spiros.

Sorry. Fair enough.

[apologizing]

[sighs]

CLARA: We must go.

We leave today.

CLARA: Bye, thank you for everything.

LOUISA: Bye-bye.

PAOLO: Goodbye.

[vulture clucking]

[clicking tongue]

GALINI: EÉla, éla.

[clicking tongue]

[clucking] EÉla.

EÉla.

[screeches]

[both groaning]

Sorry!

What were you doing?

I don't know.

LARRY: So, Project "Be Better

Than the Other Family" is over.

[laughs]Oh, Larry.

Yep, we won, after a slow start.

Well, it may have started like that,

but in the end it just made me realize

how vulnerable all families are.

I promise I'll never compare you

to anyone else again.

But it does mean we're the best foreign family

on the island again.

[chuckles]

[horse snorts]

♪