LAURA LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

MARGO: Hello, Auntie, Uncle.

LINNEY: Previously on "The Durrells in Corfu"... Mrs. Durrells, I don't think you have met my wife.

Kalimera.

I'm buying for a picnic.

You must come along.

My daughter Maud's governess had to leave suddenly, and I was wondering if you could take over.

(Louisa knocking on door) Larry?!

LARRY: Greetings from Paris, where I am now living.

He's not here, is he?

SPIROS (speaking Greek): LESLIE: Their marriage is in trouble, and if you play your cards right, you could be with Spiros.

LINNEY: "The Durrells in Corfu," right now, on "Masterpiece."

♪ ♪ (soft groan) (Lugaretzia muttering in Greek) ♪ ♪ What a fine potpourri of guests.

(chuckles) Are you sure you don't want anything else to eat?

Dancers don't eat.

Hungover, honey.

No thanks.

(mouth full): Oh go on then, perhaps a side clump of cheese.

Breakfast like a king.

(groans) Yes, not "Breakfast like a bunch (chuckling): of big fat greedy hippos," said with love.

(laughing): Ha, she's a terrier.

(imitating Cockney accent): Cuppa char for the workers, missus?

(chuckling, slaps playfully) Leslie has been teaching me Cockney.

Spiros has been doing vital work on Gerry's zoo, again.

And other jobs, which are also vital.

(knock at door) Kalimera.

(speaking Greek) Kali-whatever.

What did he say?

Uh, letter from the naughty son in Paris.

Postcard from the daughter in (struggling): Dorsetshire.

(sympathetically): Not happy in her work.

Don't know what that is.

♪ ♪ (laughter) ♪ ♪ (low groan, chicken clucking) (animal chittering) SPIROS: Yia.

(door closes, lemur chittering) COUNTESS: Who was that?

VERONICA: I never get any post.

(laughter) (pouring tea) LUMIS: What a strange man.

(places pot down) Char.

(giggles) ♪ ♪ Shoo.

♪ ♪ (repeated scraping) Darling, if you're going to teach Spiros anything, teach him how to leave his wife.

(laughs) Yes... but are you joking?

(breezy): Of course I am.

Hmm.

Well, I'm disappointed.

On our trip to Kalami they seemed ready to pack it all in.

Well, divorce isn't the done thing here.

More than anywhere.

Worse marriages than theirs have lasted a lifetime.

Yeah, but the difference is you two want to be together, and should be.

Well, let's just be grateful for having him around the house.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (car approaching) MARGO: I used to be fairly annoying, but you are an absolute genius at it.

Eight times seven?

(clock ticking) Seven.

You'll hurt your eyes if you stare at me that hard.

You're not a proper teacher.

Well, you're not a proper child.

Good.

(footsteps approaching) We're popping out for some vittles.

You do that, Geoff.

It's Geoffrey.

We don't foreshorten.

Thanks.

(door opens) Prunella.

It's Prue.

Or Prudence.

Or ma'am.

She's teasing, Auntie.

(scoffs) (door closes) Well, I get paid even if we do nothing.

(clock ticking) (inhales) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Kalimera.

(bell tolling, women giggling, chattering) (chattering continues) FLORENCE: I love Margo, but she spells like a lunatic and thinks Africa's a country.

Well, it doesn't matter because her mopey pupil doesn't care what Africa is, or if it's spelt at all.

THEO: Margo's tough.

I'm sure she'll break her, like a strong mare wrestling a troubled young pony into submission.

Perfectly normal image.

Louisa, cup of tea?

Appointment?

Quick hysterectomy?

No, I must get back to my guests with their medical supplies.

Ah, Countess De Torro: more ointment for her erysipelas.

Lumis and Harry need petroleum jelly-- don't ask.

And our dancer Veronica...

I'm too embarrassed to say that out loud.

(inhales) No, we don't stock that.

You'll need to go to a shop in Sodom or Gomorrah.

(closes drawer) I detect an air of decadence among your household.

Oh!

You sound like a Victorian magistrate.

(chuckles) Frankly, with Europe so doom-laden, why not swim naked or spend the day in a hammock with your friend.

I'm just thinking how you may be regarded by my fellow Greeks.

FLORENCE: Especially with Spiros in your house.

He's building the zoo!

Very slowly.

(scoffs) (quietly): Mind you, I did hear that his wife's a real flirt.

Hmm, that's your my-lips-are-sealed face.

(whispering): And possibly more than a flirt.

♪ ♪ GERRY (voiceover): ...helped by Galini, who I spend most days with.

And not just because she looks so nice, though that is good too.

We're planning to stay up the whole night watching badgers.

Lots of love, Gerry.

♪ ♪ (sighs) LARRY (voiceover): Dear Gerry, I write this in immediate reply before I forget what's in your letter, as I am generally consumed with me, but you know that.

You and Galini sound like a match made in zoic.

Look it up.

(Roger barking) No, Roger, that's for Galini.

She loves beetles.

(Galini chuckling, Roger barking) (boy speaking Greek, Galini laughing) (conversation stops) Hello.

(chuckles) Hello.

What is in your hand?

Just some matches.

(chuckles) I might go and get some... smokes later, so... (chuckles) My friend has a new motorbike.

Yes.

Yes, well, let's hope he doesn't fall off it and die.

Oh!

Little bastard's eaten all of my matches.

(chuckles) Anyway, I've got to, um... go.

♪ ♪ (engine revving) (rumbling) (revs engine) (animal squeaking) Oh, shut up.

(knock at door) I'll be down later.

LOUISA (sing-song): It's your friendly local parent.

SPIROS (sing-song): And her perky handyman.

(door creaks) What's wrong?

Nothing you can help with.

Has something escaped?

You were so upset when your mink burrowed to freedom.

There's more to me than animals, you know.

Is there?

No, I mean, I know there is, but that's your life.

LOUISA: You know, they're hungry downstairs.

You feed them.

Come into town with me, I'll buy you a lolly.

Don't want a bloody lolly.

Oh, but you love a lolly!

Well, I'm not loving a lolly anymore.

(animals squeaking, chirping) (door creaks shut) (turns page, sighs) (clock ticking loudly) (knock at door) (sighs) (sighs) (door opens) Hello, Margo.

How was my angel today?

Oh, you know Maud!

What did you study?

Don't go on, you old fool.

Um, I'm taking Maud's siblings away on a trip, so I'd really appreciate it if you and your aunt and uncle would look after her for a week.

No, that's not a good idea.

(quietly): All expenses and double your weekly rate.

(squeaks) Sit her in a corner with a book.

For a week?

Oh, thank you so much!

Maud, Miss Durrell would love to have you for the week.

She'll come tomorrow with her jim-jams and a new, cheerful attitude.

(door closes) (groans) ♪ ♪ (stirring) LESLIE: I love having Spiros here.

He's brilliant around the house.

I know.

(faucet running, stops) Florence says his Dimitra has a roving eye.

Hmm.... Can Dr. Petridis fix it?

(places bowl down) What?

Oh no, you're thinking of a lazy eye.

It's the opposite.

Uh, the opposite eye?

No, the opposite of lazy.

Hard-working?

Spiros' wife has a hard-working eye?

No!

She's interested in other men.

All right!

Oh, gosh.

I wonder what Spiros thinks.

I suspect he turns a blind eye for the sake of his children.

Mmm.

Do you think she actually has affairs?

I doubt it, otherwise why would Spiros stay with her?

Much like Germany vis-a-vis Austria, the two big American sissies have annexed the hammock.

LESLIE: Mm-hmm.

Maybe we should have a rota.

Yes, good, good-- you organize that, Basil.

Another warm one.

One's thoughts take a turn to the physical.

I suggested to Veronica that she and I might get to know each other better.

What did she say?

Well, I think her exact words were, uh, "No.

No.

God, no.

Why would I do that?"

(sighs) ♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪ ♪ Because I love you ♪ ♪ ♪ (groans) Oh, Gerry, your room smells again-- please, bathe your locusts or sprinkle them with cologne or something.

(footsteps ascending) (sighs) Rude.

(footsteps approaching) Ooh, that's a monster!

(chuckles) You don't send in a boy's tool to do a man's job.

But it's how you use it, though, isn't it?

That is so true.

(both chuckling) You two are scrumptious together.

LUGARETZIA: SPIROS: (exhales) (chuckling) Evening, Basil.

Evening.

I was just mulling over what you said earlier.

About noses?

No.

About grapes?

No.

Skiing?

Churchill?

Liver?

Oh, do shut up!

Sorry.

No.

(inhales) About you not having a lady in your life.

(exhales): Ah...

Yes.

Well... you must've noticed Mrs. Hakaiopulos taking a shine to you when we went to Kalami.

Do you think she did?

And her marriage with Spiros is pretty much over, as you could tell.

You should call on her.

Go a-courting.

I'm not in the habit of seducing married women.

So it's time you gave it a go.

She is a... very attractive woman.

She is.

And... (forced): you're a very attractive man.

♪ ♪ I am.

That's... sometimes forgotten.

Not by Dimitra, that's for sure.

And you'd be doing us all a service: her, you, and Spiros, because he's clearly had enough of the marriage.

All right, I will give it a go.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (distant chatter) BASIL: This is rather uncharted territory for me.

LESLIE: You must've chatted up women before.

No, they... tend to make the running.

"Come on Basil, how about it?"

kind of thing.

Then we break up shortly afterwards.

It's not complicated.

Just go up to her, compliment, compliment, smiley smile-smile, "Can I come in for a glass of water?"

(snaps fingers) Bob's your uncle.

What if Spiros comes home?

He won't.

He's at our house all the hours, and he said his kids are away with their granny.

She's lonely, look.

♪ ♪ (knocking) Dimitra!

Basil!

What can I do for you?

Oh, look at you!

(laughs) Come in!

♪ ♪ ("Yes Indeed" playing on gramophone) ♪ You will shout when it hits you ♪ ♪ Yes indeed ♪ If you want any animals slaughtering.

If you want any education in conservation.

♪ Yes indeed ♪ ♪ Yes indeed ♪ ♪ When the spirit moves you ♪ ♪ You know, hallelujah ♪ (Leslie chopping wood) (laughing) ♪ Yes indeed ♪ (grunting) (speaking Greek) ♪ Yes indeed ♪ (speaking Greek) (shouting) Oh, cheers!

(laughing): Okay.

(laughing, playful chatter) ♪ You shout ♪ ♪ When it hits you, you'll shout yes indeed... ♪ (speaking Greek) Kalimera.

LOUISA (in Greek): (woman speaking Greek) (places item down) Pavlos.

I'm being ignored, do you know why?

Hello, Mrs. Durrell.

What?

They won't serve me.

(chuckling): Oh well.

"Oh well"?

Well, why won't they?

They are closing for lunch.

No, they're not.

I must go to ring the bells.

Is it because I'm British?

Hope to see you in church.

If I give you some money, will you buy me a cucumber?!

(people whispering, growing louder) MARGO: If that's supposed to be amusing, it isn't working.

It's not supposed to be anything.

(clock ticking loudly) Your mother's paying for my time.

Do you hate her so much?

(sighing) I would if I could be bothered.

The trickier you are, the more isolated you'll become and the sadder you'll get.

(sighs) (groans) (glasses clinking) (Maud gasps) (panting) What do you think you're doing?!

I have the same question for you.

(weeping) I think we need to get out the house, don't you?

(catching breath) (panting) MARGO (voiceover): Dorset seems boring, but look closer and it's unhinged, I'm flipping telling you.

Prue and Geoffrey speak in their own tongue, which I call Prueffrey, and my devil-pupil Maud is from another planet, e.g., the dark side of the moon... if the moon is a planet.

Must go, you lovely man.

M. LARRY (voiceover): Margo dearest.

I thought I was an ambitious literary stylist, but you bring a peerless set of quirks to the genre.

You make a strong case for the home counties, but I have Paris in the spring, which glitters and hums.

(indistinct chatter) (sighs) There's nothing else to do.

It's this or watch them painting the bus stop.

Come on.

♪ ♪ (quiet chatter) MARGO: Excuse me.

Sorry.

(quiet chatter) What happens now?

I don't know, I've never been to a cinema either.

(music playing loudly) LOUISA: What do you mean we're immoral?

I don't think you are, but Greeks can be very conservative, you know that.

(stammering): I, I tried to warn you.

So what is it exactly that these killjoys are objecting to?

I suppose it's a combination of the skinny-dipping and your countess who keeps taking off her wig.

Well, it's hot for a wig!

I know, but also a succession of louche guests, including an explosive Armenian poet, a gun-toting colonel, and your charming, if homosexual, Americans.

Plus you being close to Spiros.

Well, you slipped that one in quickly.

Not my opinion, as I say-- and Larry's outrageous novel, and the snakes in the garden.

Yes, all right, thank you.

(inhales) Most people here love you.

And we love them, and we love Greek culture.

How can we show that?

There's a local festival soon, the Panegyri, get involved, go along.

So the locals can boo and point at us?

Just tone everything down a little, for a while.

Apart from a few ophidiophobics.

Who?

People who are scared of snakes-- Corfiots love Gerry's zoo project.

Well, they can take it over, because he's lost interest.

What?!

No...

I know!

I suspect Gerry's upset because he's missing Larry and Margo.

Sibling love runs very deep.

Mmm.

Or could it be about a girl?

♪ ♪ (crickets chirping) (closes door) (knock at door) (creaking) (sighs) Right, well, you still look like a wet Monday in Portsmouth, so we are going to talk about this.

Is it Galini?

(crying) Gerry... (crying): She likes a bigger boy with a motorbike.

I haven't got a chance, I look so childish with all these animals!

Now she's moved on, I'll never get a girlfriend with a zoo!

I don't want a girlfriend, I want Galini.

Say all that again but with breaths in between.

(laughs) What's Galini said to you?

(sniffles) She didn't need to.

She was so... happy with him.

She's never looked at me that way.

Oh, Gerry... Gerry, most of this is in your head.

Look, she may have fallen for another boy, but she still likes you.

I don't want to be liked.

I want to be... loved, like I love her.

(exhales) It was animals that brought you together, and people don't just change overnight.

(sniffs) Well, I have.

I need a motorbike.

(laughing): Nonsense.

You're barely... 14.

We might be able to afford a new bicycle.

In a swish color.

New bell.

I don't want a stupid bell!

Well, those animals need looking after (playfully slaps) and feeding.

(Roger whines) (music playing, projector whirring) (indistinct chatter) I... loved that.

So did I. I loved him, didn't you?

Yes.

And her.

So... life can be quite... exciting.

Oh, yes.

(Leslie sharpening tool) ♪ ♪ (lightly snoring) (scraping continues, snoring grows louder) ♪ ♪ (snoring continues) ♪ ♪ (chair scraping) (goat bleating nearby) How's your girlfriend?

A bit of a handful.

(chuckling): I'm sure.

(scraping stops, Basil singing nearby) ♪ Love me too ♪ (humming) (sniffs) (humming continues) (clicks heels) (humming continues) (whispering): Basil!

How'd it go?

I shall draw a veil over what passed between us.

(sighs) That bad, huh?

Look, actually, I've been thinking, it's a dangerous game we're playing, so maybe that's... (footsteps approaching) Hmm.

...not a bad thing.

I mean a gentleman never tells.

Suffice to say I received a warm welcome.

Warm?

Warm... to hot.

(sawing wood nearby) I don't think you should see her again.

(sawing continues) Oh, I see, you sent me in there to clear the way for your mother to be with Spiros.

All right, yes!

(sighs) I'm now just realizing it may be more complicated than that... emotionally.

I'll give your request some thought.

(exhales) But it would be a shame to stop now.

(footsteps ascending) (sighs) (projector whirring, man speaking French) (movie music playing) (man speaking French) (woman speaking French) WOMAN: MAN: We must just talk in French from now on.

I'll take you through the regular verbs tomorrow.

Yes.

After I've learned them.

(movie music playing) (chuckles) (kettle whistling) (whistling stops) Welcome home.

SPIROS: Tea.

(inhales) Thank you.

(lightly snoring) (exhales) Spiros, I fear we have a problem.

It doesn't feel like it.

(exhales) I'm being sent to Coventry.

Where?

Well, it's a city in the English Midlands with a very beautiful medieval center.

Oh, don't go.

No, no, it means... Never mind.

And Theo says we're getting a reputation as a house of ill repute.

Yes.

Oh, you knew!

I love my people, but sometimes they have too many opinions.

Like the English.

This will pass.

(stammering): What are they saying?

That we spend too much time together.

Well, that's all right.

And that your guest house should be... shut down.

(placing teapot down, sliding it over table) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) Now, thank you for gathering.

Get out of my chair!

Get out!

All right, just... LESLIE (laughing): Easy, Countess.

Maniac.

Now, you are all splendid people.

Ah, that's nice.

There's a but coming.

If only, darling.

LOUISA: What?

It's a rude homosexual joke.

Explain!

Butt as in buttocks.

Now, this is exactly the kind of thing I want to talk about.

VERONICA: You want to talk about buttocks?

(laughter) No, I want to talk about us getting complaints about our morals.

How do you mean?

Locals have been gawping in at us, and have seen skinny dipping, and you two snuggling up together, and God knows what else.

And Argos the gobby postman has been spreading rumors.

Who bloody cares?

Well, I do, if it means being snubbed in public or having this place shut down.

Although, to be fair, it's not just you lot.

There has been... other stuff going on.

Your brother writes filthy books.

Well, that's art, actually.

You harbored a fugitive.

The police hate that.

Let's not rake over the past.

Ooh, I got a postcard from him, by the way.

He's working in a toy shop in Malta.

Oh, nice.

It's lovely there.

LOUISA: Anyway, we are all foreign, and we need to work hard to be accepted and to embrace their culture and respect their traditional way of life.

Countess, keep your wig on, or off, or under a hat.

Veronica-- wear a swimsuit.

It's not as fun.

You're telling me.

BASIL: Not for us.

Don't worry, we'll behave.

Thank you.

We can repair the damage and show them how culturally sensitive we really are.

(exhales) (chuckles) (bell tolling) (men chanting) (bell continues tolling) (chanting continues) Oh, hello, Mrs. Durrell.

And guests.

Lumis and Harry, my American friends.

HARRY: Pleasure to meet any servant of the Greek Orthodox religion.

Me too.

What an inspiring church.

My wife would adore this.

Mine too.

Wish I'd had all my children baptized here.

Sorry it will be all in Greek.

Oh... Is it a long service?

Hope so!

Can't be too long!

Two hours and a half.

(cart rolling by) (polite chuckles) (singing in Greek) ♪ ♪ Kalimera, Argos.

Kalimera.

♪ ♪ Letter from the auntie in Dorset and another bill from the landlord.

(speaking Greek) Oh, oh, please... would you like a cup of tea?

COUNTESS: And some delicious local samali.

VERONICA: We were just wondering who could tell us more about your lovely island.

LESLIE (chuckling): Yes.

♪ ♪ LESLIE: Mmm.

I'll invite our fabulous neighbors, who we always mean to talk to.

(polite chuckle) (door closes) I'm just re-reading the "Iliad."

By the Greek author Homer.

(exhales) (Pavlos speaking Greek) Oh, that was so enriching.

Thank you.

See you next week.

♪ ♪ (sighs) ♪ ♪ (doors creak) LESLIE (in Greek): (chuckling) (foreigners echoing Leslie's "Mmm") I must go.

That was very fun.

(door opens) LOUISA: Next time I suggest going to church in Greece, (laughing): throw me down a well.

LUMIS: Why do they all wear boring black?

Break out some orange!

HARRY (laughing): It was the mad singing that got me.

(Harry imitating chanting, laughing) Still here.

Ah.

Goodness.

Hello.

(muttering in Greek) (sighs, door closes) Sorry.

(sighs) What will they think of us now?

And who can blame them?

BASIL: Indeed.

You're wearing long trousers.

Yeah, my long trousers.

LOUISA: You can't wear long trousers.

(stammering): I'm not ready.

(sighs) Come back here and put your shorts on!

(door closes) (clock ticking) (door opens) (door closes) Be ye not swotting?

Maud prefers to study in the open air.

Oh?

Where do you do it?

Park.

(clock ticking) Nice morning?

We're trying out new retirement activities.

And we'd rather be dead than go horse-riding again.

(puts helmet down) We'll be off then.

(quietly): Maud's mother is a huge cheese in the village.

We'll be damaged socially if you lead Maud astray.

All right.

Keep your hair on.

(sighs) (door closes) (girls chatting, laughing) (pig squealing) SPIROS: Shall I finish the zoo?

(chuckling): Or we can turn it into a prison for small children.

(Louisa chuckles) (Louisa sighs) I'm sure Gerry will change his mind.

Till then, what a great excuse to let a few go.

Starting with that frigging parrot.

Weeks trying to get him say to "Kill Hitler"-- nothing.

No!

You stop it!

(exhales) They look so pleased to see us.

You could just hug him.

Then make him into some shoes.

(laughing) (hissing, water splashes) (whispering): Kill Hitler!

Kill Hitler!

(creaking) ♪ ♪ Is Basil all right?

He's rather nervy.

(squawks, Leslie groans) He seems fine to me.

Do you think he wants a lift?

Wherever he's going.

Um...

I doubt it.

(goat bleating) LESLIE (voiceover): And I might have made a bit of a balls up over Basil and Spiros.

By the way, I only wrote this because Mother made us all write to you in order to "look like a family."

"Look like a family."

So I'll say "goodbye" now then.

Best wishes, Leslie.

Brackets [Durrell].

Leslie Brackets [Durrell].

(chuckles) Les, Les... (typewriter keys clacking) LARRY (voiceover): Darling solid Les, A more grudging letter has seldom come my way, but thanks anyway, as I know writing comes as naturally to you as... (lighter clicks) ...basket weaving to a fish.

(boy and Galini conversing in Greek) Hello.

Yassou, Gerry.

I'm actually getting a motorcycle, too.

So, can I have a go?

I don't think you know how to ride.

What makes you say that?

Gerry, I know you.

Do you, though?

(clicks teeth) Right... (grunts) (flicking switches) (speaking Greek) Yes.

(speaking Greek) I know.

(engine starts) (engine revs, tires squeal, boy shouting) (muttering in Greek) GALINI: Slow down!

(Gerry shouting) (tires squeal, crash) Gerry!

(dogs barking) BOY: ♪ ♪ (spitting) (tapping) Theo!

Hello, decadent enemies of the decent citizens of Corfu.

(sighs) Don't.

Look, we feel awful.

How can we make people here like us more?

Leave the country.

THEO: I've told you, come to the Panegyri festival I mentioned and see us as we really are: merry, welcoming, and eating weird sheep's gizzards on a skewer.

I don't know.

SPIROS: Come on, you love the Greeks, show us!

What does it involve?

Singing and dancing in traditional costumes.

Great.

(chuckling): No, not doing that.

Yes, you are.

It will be fun!

Lumis and I will dance.

Not close together.

HARRY: Okay.

(door opens) I don't want a motorcycle.

(projector whirring, dramatic music playing) Perhaps I should be a policewoman.

Yes.

Maybe don't tell your parents yet.

Life should be like this.

That's bad though, smoking in bed.

PRUE (whispering): It's too dark.

Get them to put the lights on.

GEOFFREY: I fear that impairs the picture, dear.

Shh!

Where are they?

PRUE (gasps): Sweet Jesus, that's too bright.

Shh!

(whispering): Ah, Margo!

Shush!

PRUE: Margo!

GEOFFREY: Margo!

(projector whirring, audience members muttering) We found old tickets in your jacket, you unruly girl.

What will Mrs. Kemble say if she finds out that instead of learning, her daughter's been consorting in a pleasure house?

Shush!

MARGO: It's only a cinema!

Films are so beautiful and thrilling-- stay and watch.

We have never been to the flicks, and we are not starting now.

It might help you to be more rounded people, you know.

(audience members muttering) (whispering): Sorry, sorry.

(dramatic music continues) (dramatic music continues, tempo increases) (strumming tune) LUGARETZIA: Yes, but the hands higher, Mrs. Durrell, yes, the hands, the hands higher.

No, swing Mrs. Durrell round, Leslie.

Well, hang on, which way should I be facing?

Not there.

Down.

Okay.

Down.

The chin up.

Watch Gerry, he is the best.

LOUISA: No, he isn't!

I've got certificates in country dancing.

(continues strumming) Where is Basil?

He never goes out.

I don't know.

Right, let's give up.

No!

(music stops) We have till tomorrow.

If it's the last thing I do, I'll make you look like you belong here!

(birds chirping, goat bleating) (band playing traditional music) (people talking, laughing) (strumming) (music continues) (cheers and applause) (gasps, indistinct muttering) Maybe they don't like us wearing clothes of their culture.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

THEO: You're ready, come on.

Nice faces on.

This is the sirto that we learned yesterday.

Yeah.

Come on, come on, this is it.

With your hands.

Yes, yes, yes.

(music continues) THEO: Boys in the center.

Here we go, Yes, Greece-like.

(music continues) THEO: No, no, no, not like that.

(chuckles) LUGARETZIA: Not that way, Mrs. Durrell.

Whoa!

(gasps) Leslie, no!

Not like that, You're jumping too late.

(gasps) Sorry, your foot, sorry.

You look gorgeous in that blouse, by the way.

(Theo chuckling) (continues playing) (indistinct chatter) (music ends) That was quite disappointing, but we remain confident.

LOUISA: Yes.

Good twirling, Mrs. Durrell.

Oh, well, thank you.

But try not to hit people with your arms.

Leslie... No, I'm done.

I'm going to get some booze and snacks, that'll endear us to everyone.

Leslie!

Leslie!

(indistinct chatter) (laughter, chatter) ♪ ♪ (glasses clinking) (horse snorts) (laughter, Basil talking) (Dimitra laughing) No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Hello, you two!

Hello.

Oh, thank you.

No, that's for the people over by the dancing.

We're all there.

Spiros.

And so on.

Do you think you should... go home, perhaps?

It is one of the choices, yes.

Which way are you walking?

Like this.

(laughs) (both laughing) That way.

Oh gosh, that's, um... that's actually on my route, so I'll walk with you.

Okay.

(grunts) (distant music playing, birds chirping) (music continues) Ya mas.

Ya mas.

Ya mas.

Ya mas.

No.

(glasses clink, laughter) (crowd singing in Greek) (music ends) (cheers and applause) Bravo.

Bravo.

I hope that showed them we're not just a bunch of crass foreigners.

(speaking Greek) Look.

(music starts) (music tempo increases) (quietly): Oh, please be jealous.

Please be jealous.

(girl giggling) (music continues) (music continues) I feel so part of life here.

I'm so glad we could show it.

THEO: You certainly have.

They love you again.

Hmm?

We're not decadent, are we?

Your son is kissing a girl in the public square.

So he is.

Stop that, Gerry!

(screeching) Yes, I keep meaning to ask why there are so many animals around the house.

My son, Gerry.

He's been obsessed with them since he was born.

Right.

Bless him.

I love Gerry.

Which one's he?

The youngest one.

Oh, him.

(dishes clatter) (knocking) Ah.

Morning, Spiros.

Ooh, that's a big bag.

Have you brought a special tool?

No, it is some clothes and things.

Oh!

Can I stay at your house for a while?

Yes, of course.

Any reason?

Well, that makes sense, uh...

It does.

(stammering): Well, there's lots of...

There is a lot of... handyman work... (soft chuckle) ...with finishing the zoo.

Absolutely.

And there's no problems at home?

You know my wife and I are arguing a lot, and last night it was... worse, she doesn't want me there.

So...

Yes?

It is mainly about the hand...

The handyman work, yes, of course.

Well, this is a good, practical solution.

(chuckles) An attic room is free, so please make yourself at home.

(chuckles) Thank you.

(opens lid, closes) (sniffs) (quietly): Spiros is moving in for a while.

Oh.

Do you know anything about what's happening at his home?

No, no, I don't!

♪ ♪ NEWSREEL ANNOUNCER: The mayor asks a thousand holiday-makers to tea, and look how many turned up.

Maybe he didn't realize how many people there were in Ramsgate.

Waiter, fetch me a cup of tea!

(chuckles) (dramatic music playing, projector whirring) This is a record of the power politics of 1939.

This is modern history in the making.

Cold-blooded, ruthless, intolerable.

(gasps) They are pictures of Italy's invasion of Albania.

Albania's only two miles away from Corfu.

(dramatic music continues) I'm not very good at that part of the world.

Let's get a book.

You don't understand.

NEWSREEL ANNOUNCER: ...1939, the occupation of Albania, and the...

I need to go back there to be with my family.

NEWSREEL ANNOUNCER: Brought to you by courtesy of the conqueror.

(seagulls squawking, waves crashing) (insects chirping) (various animal sounds) (grunts) So, how does your wife feel about you staying here?

I'm not sure that matters to me anymore.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

(stammering): Why's that?

(quietly): She seems to have a boyfriend.

Well, doesn't that make it easier for you to be with my mother?

No, not that way.

If people know, it will bring shame on me and my children.

♪ ♪ And if I find out who it is, I'll be in jail for murdering him.

(pounds loudly, grunts) ♪ ♪ You've continued the affair with Spiros' wife, haven't you?

If I have-- and I have, actually-- it was your idea, so don't come crying to me over spilt milk, as it were.

It was a mistake.

I asked you to end it!

What is a red-blooded man to do?

And for once I find a lovely woman in a bad marriage who laughs with me rather than at me.

(sighs) Well, just so you know, Spiros will kill you if he finds out.

And then probably me for setting it up.

Fine.

♪ ♪ LINNEY: Next time, on "The Durrells in Corfu"... THEO: Scout Leader Demetrios is looking for a successor.

I'd be delighted.

LESLIE: Flutter.

We're going to practice our display for the king.

My family are in Corfu.

I want to be with them.

LOUISA: You know your wife was having an affair?

You interfered in my life and in my marriage.

LINNEY: "The Durrells in Corfu," next time, on "Masterpiece."

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