(clattering)
There's a mysterious woman in the kitchen.
How do you know she's mysterious?
What?
LOUISA: I don't know who she is.
There's a mysterious woman in the kitchen.
Well, ask her who she is.
Well, um... (clears throat)
Good morning.
Hello, I am the daughter of Mrs. Mavrona.
Oh, how super.
Oh, Lugaretzia.
Her back is worse.
I do her work today.
Oh no, but you can't.
Your baby is about to pop out of you.
Oh, this? No.
Two weeks more.
I work.
(horn honking)
(whispering): All right.
Yes.
Don't mollycoddle me!
I need to keep busy.
My husband's a nervous wreck.
Your house is always a tip.
I'll help clean.
Hormone inferno.
(sighs)
(squeaking)
This takes me back.
I was pregnant for ten years, you know.
Not with the same baby.
All right.
I also came because I'm worried about you.
I hear your man Hugh was seen kissing Vasilia.
Yes.
You have to talk to him about it.
I have, but men don't talk properly.
I'm finding it enough of a struggle
with my children.
I'd say Hugh is rather fluent.
LOUISA: Fluent isn't the same
as straightforward.
GERRY: Guess what?
I'm sure my otter's pregnant.
Her nipples are massive!
(typewriter keys clicking)
(pelican grunting)
(donkey braying)
I'm not an invalid.
LOUISA: More like an overripe fruit.
Thank you.
You're quiet.
Mmm.
Sorry to hear about Hugh.
Well, you know men.
Instant gratification conquers
the deeper joys like allegiance and love.
Not always.
You know, when I first met Hugh, I thought,
here's a charming man who can't quite decide
if he wants to be an adult.
Yup.
Hey.
Hello, Margo.
Just out of interest,
shouldn't you be attempting to tutor me?
Ah, yes!
Um, I know, let's do the Latin declension song.
♪ Mensa mensa, mensam, mensae, mensae, mensarrrr ♪
And the plural: ♪ Mensae, mensae, mensas ♪
All together...
♪ Mensara, mensis, mensis. ♪
I'd love us to be the kind of family
who could always talk to one other.
We are, aren't we?
Oh.
You haven't, recently.
Oh, sorry.
There's...
actually been a lot going on in my head
since I realized Donald's quite good-looking,
especially with a tan, if that's not too shallow.
You know, darling...
Even though...
no, in fact because he's not madly exciting.
It's lovely that I can talk about it
because you're right.
We just forget to communicate, don't we?
And what I like about Donald is that he's a good talker,
and not just about the things I'm not interested in,
like science and numbers and history, but about me, and...
shall we continue with this later?
Um... mmm.
(knocking)
(grunts) (door opens)
(typewriter keys loudly clacking)
Are you enjoying being back home?
Well, I'm writing horseshit.
But I can't complain about the view.
Actually, maybe the bloody view's the problem.
Well, there's less chance of a visit
from the she-devil girlfriend.
Vasilia is beautiful.
It gives her privileges.
And obligations.
And she's not that beautiful.
Take away the cheekbones and the hair and the lips,
and she's really rather ordinary.
And I'm pleased I saw her kissing Hugh,
because now I know he can't be trusted.
For once, perhaps, just acknowledge that you're upset.
You really like Hugh.
Yes, I do.
But you don't believe that Vasilia forced herself on him.
(sighing) I don't know.
You know, he's pressuring me
to go back to England.
Well, there are other men on the island.
Oh, no.
Well, talk to him.
Well, if you really are writing horse ordure,
you can go into town and buy some of that rubbing oil
that Lugaretzia likes.
(groans)
I have seen that face three times today
and if I see it once more, I will slap it.
Do you know where Margo is?
No.
I'm going to go and tell Theo she's pregnant.
What?
Oh.
Nearly an amusing confusion!
I'm going to buy her a present.
Margo, not your otter.
It's all different when you're in love, Gerry.
Everything's funny and sort of shiny.
LOUISA: Of course I miss England, but, well, this is our home now.
HUGH: I see this in exiles the world over,
their sense of absence, of amputation,
and eventually it gets you.
After a year, or three,
or, in my case, 20.
My children love it here.
Yes, me too, but Greece will always be chaotic,
money will be short, we fry in summer,
and grieve in winter for missed crispy, frosted mornings.
Well, a bit.
And I'm going to convert England
to the joys of olive oil.
So, it's not as though we won't visit here.
You do know England can be rather dreary, don't you?
Yes, but not with me, I promise.
It's time to go home.
You have to come with me.
Let me think about it.
(exhales)
(knocking)
Theo, I think our otter's about to give birth!
How fabulous!
I just have to conclude
a meeting of the Corfu Lunar Society.
Uh, this is my friend
Gerald Durrell, naturalist extraordinaire.
(applause)
(laughter)
Is it one big baby or two small ones?
One big.
Your husband must be thrilled.
No. No.
What a miserable bastard.
His mother died when she give birth to him.
(gull crying)
If Hugh sent you,
I'm still deciding.
I'm talking to animals now.
Gerry's work here is done.
(squawking)
Perhaps it is time to leave.
(imitating bird call on flute)
(playing bird call)
(buzzing)
(louder buzzing)
(gasps)
Can I buy your birds?
H... how much?
Póso?
Set them free.
(birds chirping)
(buzzing)
(laughing lightly)
Se parakalo min petsokovis ta thendra.
Etsy bravo.
Here you are.
Yes.
You can't say no.
Do you realize what you're asking me to do?
Abandon the place that my family and I have come to love.
This has been an adventure for you.
But holidays end.
I just met the Rose-Beetle man.
Do you know him?
What the, um, hobo with the mangy birds on his back?
Well, to me, it was magical and unique,
and you just don't get that sort of thing in the home counties.
Afiste mas.
Figete!
(sighs)
I'm sorry.
I'm just disappointed.
I'll stay here with you.
But you want to leave!
I won't be the one to hold you back.
No, no, we have to be together.
No, you'll resent me.
I can see it already in your eyes.
This is about Spiros, isn't it?
Don't be ridiculous.
He's a happily married man.
He's a family friend.
When I gave you those first flowers, those months ago,
and he was there,
and I said to you, "Careful, they have thorns."
Hugh...
Well, those thorns were Spiros Americanos.
Come on, back in your cage,
you're scaring the more attractive animals.
(distant screaming)
Oh, please no.
(screaming)
Tell me you've just spilled something.
Baby water. It begins.
All right, okay, well...
Let's, um, not panic.
Then when we've done that, what's the plan?
I have a baby.
Yes, but we must get you to the doctor's.
(panting, groaning)
Too late.
You are best child.
You do it.
No. Yes.
No, I'm not a midwife!
(yelling)
Quite a hullabaloo you're making.
Leonora's broken her water...
whatever it's called.
She's having her baby!
What's the hurry?
Labor often takes 24 hours or more, you know.
Does it? Oh, yes.
Even still, go and get Dr. Petridis.
What is it about me today that cries out, "Errand Boy"?
(wailing)
Oh, hope that's the right one.
(panting)
Okay, I'm just going to... Come back!
I'm looking for a book on how to give birth!
(yelling)
Let's go, Gerry. Yes!
Dr. Petridis?
My appendix has burst again!
Not really.
Hello, doctor.
(Florence yelling)
You seem busy, but, uh...
Get him out!
Get out!
Yes, no, I'm sorry, yes.
And breathe, breathe.
So, all fours, is that a new thing?
It's actually the best way of giving birth.
They did a study in New York, I think.
You don't need to give him the details.
LARRY: Lugaretzia's daughter
Leonora's waters broke in our house.
(groans)
And she was just wondering if you'd come over
and deliver the baby.
You wouldn't ask if you knew how long
we've been waiting for this baby.
And Florence is not a young mother.
Everything is much
more dangerous. And I'm your wife!
Yes. (yelling)
How regular are Leonora's contractions?
LARRY: Well, she's not even getting them yet.
I told her, have a cup of tea,
put your feet up, and light up a cigar.
Well, I'm busy here, so...
I'm going to have to give you a crash course in childbirth.
All right.
Boil lots of water.
Oh, yes, I knew that one!
(yelling)
Imagine waves crashing rhythmically on the beach.
Me?
No, my wife!
Of course.
Yes, sorry.
As you were.
(screaming)
(Leonora panting and groaning)
(Lugaretzia yelling)
So, it seems these are what the encyclopedia calls "paroxysms."
Lugaretzia, you must know what to do; you've given birth twice.
A long time ago.
I was there, not here looking at the...
Sharp end, yes, yes, yes.
"Presence at Accouchement
is the sole preserve of the Obstetrix."
Oh thanks, that's really clear
when you're trying to help a lady have a baby!
(groaning)
No, it's all fine.
It's all fine.
It's all under control.
"Modesty may be preserved
"by the use of a blindfold
on the part of the physician..."
When was this written?
How are you feeling?
Like I've been trampled underfoot
and left for dead.
That wasn't my intention.
I'm hardly going to congratulate you
on your decision.
Why can't there be some safe, happy ground
for men and women?
You know, somewhere between possession and affection?
(laughs softly)
(sighs)
Always her.
Welcome to my leaving party.
I'm returning to England.
With... with this?
This?
No.
It cannot happen.
We were together.
What did I do wrong?
You are utterly exhausting.
And so vain and proud that you still can't see:
I don't love you.
I love Louisa.
No!
(screams) God!
What have you done?
Oh dear, this is unfortunate.
(panting)
(groaning)
Hold this.
Tight.
I'm going to take your car, and get help.
Well, drive carefully, please.
We don't want any accidents.
SPIROS: Mrs. Durrells.
LOUISA: Vasilia's stabbed Hugh.
No!
He's in the old olive grove, by the well.
He's all alone.
But he was conscious when I left him.
I know what to do.
I'll go to him.
I'll fetch the doctor.
(sighs)
Hello. Oh, hello.
What are you up to?
Nothing.
I'll buy you a drink.
Isn't it a bit early?
"There is a time to be born and a time to die."
Nothing else should have a timetable.
You're so frigging deep.
What's your book?
Dr. Petridis lent it to me.
Practical Guide To Midwifery.
Oh, Leonora's waters have broken.
On our kitchen floor.
Doesn't that mean she's about to have her baby?
Well, eventually.
I remember when Mum went into labor with Gerry.
Took days.
Father took us to the zoo.
When we came back, Mother was still at it.
So we went back to the zoo.
And then the circus.
The one thing I learnt from Vasilia is...
Don't go out with a girl like Vasilia?
I miss her actually.
Not just the sex.
(groaning)
Though I was thinking, perhaps one last time.
I should pop in and see her, actually.
That's what I like about Corfu.
Nobody's in a rush.
Ah.
The Angel of Death.
You probably think you can cure this
with olive oil, ah?
I could give it a try.
I have many reasons to let you die.
You hate me.
Yeah, well, you started it.
You drive a silly little car.
A red one.
But now I have to keep you alive.
For Mrs. Durrells.
Hugh?
Hey, Hugh.
Hugh!
Vasilia?
I'm getting terrible déjà vu.
Oh, hello!
Off somewhere nice?
Anywhere there are no British.
Ah, well...
Don't go to Malta.
Apparently, it's like a hot Weston-super-Mare.
What's happening?
What was always going to happen.
Shouldn't you shut the door behind you?
The door is already shut behind me.
Can you stop talking
like a... crap oracle?
What a brilliantly odd day this turned out to be.
Hello!
Help!
Oh, Dr. Petridis...
Dr. Petridis! Ah.
LOUISA: You have to come...
Now-- right now.
Hugh's been stabbed.
He's bleeding badly.
Oh, well, you have to go.
Oh, I had false contractions, you know, Braxton Hicks.
You're married to a doctor, you think they know everything.
I'll stay here.
I've had children.
If anything happens, I know what to do
at the sharp end.
Please go.
I'll wait till you get back.
He's at his olive grove in Paramonas.
A stabbing puts this age-old ritual into perspective.
Yes, it does.
(Florence groans)
All right?
(sharp exhale)
Yes, it's just more of...
(yelling)
Oh no, oh...
That feels real.
All right, it's all right.
(gasping) Come on.
(water dribbling)
(crying)
Oh, no, no, no...
Don't worry, I'm here to look after you.
This must be the first time otters have been bred
in captivity on Corfu.
I'm nervous.
We're here at the forefront of a new science, Gerry:
conservation in action.
I'm terribly excited.
GERRY: She's sort of rocking.
(yelling)
Probably Lugaretzia's daughter giving birth.
What?
(wailing)
Nobody minds me watching animals mate and produce,
but I'm not sure it's quite the thing if it's a human.
(yelling)
Once again, I promise I'll forget what I've seen
as soon as this is over.
Now, this stage can, of course, last for many, many...
Ah, that looks like the tip of the head, mind you.
(yelling)
It's going to be all right, Lugaretzia.
I'm scared; she is my best daughter.
I'm sure they're both excellent.
Don't worry, it's looking good.
Up there.
As far as one can ever tell.
(Leonora straining)
Wait.
We don't want her to feel she's part of the grand tour.
Push, push... you're doing well.
(Lugaretzia speaking Greek)
Let's leave Leslie to it.
This may be the making of him.
Yes.
That's it, Leonora, keep pushing, keep going.
That's it! Keep it coming!
I want them to hear you in Albania!
(screaming together)
I want my husband.
He won't be long.
He's saving a life.
I hope.
How can a woman be so cruel?
Can we concentrate on me?
(yelling) He can't die.
That would be too neat, what with you...
giving birth to a beautiful healthy baby.
(yelling)
(sobbing)
I've waited too long for this baby.
I want it too much!
(whispering): Come on.
Everything's going to be all right.
(panting)
Come on, Hugh, wake up.
Hugh, do you hear me?
(car approaching)
Yiatre!
Etho yiatre!
Yiatre etho.
Grigora!
Erhome, erhome, erhome!
His car kept stalling.
You should have taken mine.
Right, that's it, I'm going to hit him.
(laughing)
You did a good job.
Really?
Damn.
(screaming)
Keep going, keep going!
(Leonora panting and yelling)
It's a girl!
(baby crying)
How did you get her all in there?
I suppose she must have been folded up or something.
Enai korisi!
Oh, wait, uh...
Read out what you have to do afterwards.
Um... Quickly!
"Parturition may without jeopardy
or prejudice to health be achieved."
Okay, forget it, forget it.
I remember Gerry saying something
about animals gnawing through it, so...
So I'm going to cut the cord, obviously,
if you could just...
(baby crying)
(squeaking)
Two cubs.
Produced in dignified silence.
(squeaking)
Let's hope they are the Adam and Eve
of the otter population on Corfu.
(laughs lightly)
Aww...
Ah!
(baby crying)
(clattering)
No, it's fine, it's fine.
(snip)
(baby crying)
There's another one!
No, Leslie, I think it may be...
It's the placenta.
Oh, yes.
False alarm.
(baby crying)
How long have you been there?
(speaking quietly to baby)
(baby crying softly)
Leslie, come here.
(baby crying)
(voice cracking): I think I need to rest.
(baby crying)
Who does he look like?
My mother.
What happened?
He happened.
Is he well?
Are you, are you well?
He is. We are.
Hugh needs to go to hospital in Athens
in case of internal damage.
But he's alive.
Everyone's alive!
Hugh needs to give Spiros a big bunch of flowers.
I'd like to be there for that.
Did the doctor have his baby?
Yes.
Mother and son are wonderful.
Ah.
I'm sorry I got you embroiled in Vasilia.
Looks like you came off worse.
I should've been more gracious when you turned me down.
I'll just miss you so much.
And I'll miss you too.
You go on half your life about olives and then...
well, you nearly die in an olive grove.
Well, we all love a cosmic joke.
Ow...
Mustn't laugh.
Well...
Can't sit around here all day.
No.
(crying)
(sobbing)
(chickens clucking)
(baby fussing quietly) Leslie deliver the baby.
Oh!
It's been quite a day.
Dr. Petridis was busy, apparently,
so I had to do it.
Oh, Leslie, darling.
I'm so proud of you.
Where've you been?
You look a wreck.
I feel like one.
You should try delivering a baby.
I just have.
Florence's.
(gasps)
LOUISA: It's a boy.
(groans)
I have never seen more relieved and excited parents.
Well, we must compare notes.
Was your placenta as enormous as mine?
Where was the doctor?
He was busy tending to Hugh.
Vasilia stabbed him.
No!
Is he going to be all right?
I think so.
It was horrible.
I was there.
Hugh and I have decided to part.
And as soon as he's patched up, he's moving back to England.
I've spent the whole day just missing everything interesting.
(approaching footsteps)
One of the otter cubs has died.
Oh, Gerry, darling.
Oh.
Still, one's alive.
Would you say that if they were human babies?
No, no, it's a good point.
(baby fussing)
Ah, hooray!
I'll come to that in a minute.
First, let me present the man
I want to spend the rest of my life with.
(groans)
Donald, come and see the baby.
This is Zoltan.
We met a few days ago.
Good evening. Oh!
You wouldn't be kissing that if you knew where it had been.
Zoltan is so delightful.
Yes, I am delightful.
He's Turkish.
(baby screaming)
Perhaps the baby should leave.
(bells jingling)
(sneezes)
Bless you.
PAVLOS: Evlogimeny y vasilia tou Patros
ke tou Yiou ke tou Agiou Pnevmatos...
ke ys tous eones ton eonon.
Amin.
Amen.
PAVLOS: En iryniyou kyriou theithomen.
CONGREGATION: Kyrie eleison, kyrie eleison.
Pegene.
(spitting)
Technically, as godfather,
Leslie has the right to choose the baby's name.
Don't tell him that.
Why, what's his favorite name?
Leslie.
Vaptizete o doulos tou theou, Angeliki,
iss onoma tou patros kai tou iou
kai tou agiou pnevmatos.
Amin.
Panda Axios, Panda Axios Leslie.
(baby crying)
Shh, shh...
Um, I don't know if this is allowed,
but I just wanted to say thank you for letting me be godfather.
My own father died when I was young,
and if that ever happened to little Angeliki here...
(crying) God forbid.
Sorry.
Although, you do work in a lumber mill,
which, you know, can be very dangerous.
If that happens, I'll be here to help.
I used to think I was very unlucky in life,
and a bit of a liability,
but delivering the baby that day,
and being given this opportunity,
it's made me feel very lucky indeed.
(gasping and yelling) It's fine... no, it's fine.
I'm a good catch.
I think it was the oil.
(church bells ringing)
So, I haven't actually ruled out training to be a doctor.
I've sent off for details.
I think you can do it via correspondence.
(dog barks)
(church bell continues ringing)
Mmm...
So, Hugh is halfway back to England.
Yes, yes,
in a tiny sports car loaded with olives.
Full of hope.
I just... didn't love him enough.
I wonder where Vasilia went.
It seems she has escaped from Corfu.
Mmm.
No, I can't help imagining her on horseback,
somewhere in Tuscany,
desperately trying to catch up with Hugh.
(laughing)
You write, I believe.
Yes.
I'll lend you my novel.
I always feel I could write superbly if I tried.
Mmm.
And I swim superbly.
So I have no fear.
What does Margo see in you?
When I ride the horse, I have no fear,
for I ride superbly.
You see, I am not a fearful man.
(loud chatter)
(metal clanking)
Well, my ferry leaves shortly.
Donald...
I'm so sorry I don't love you.
No.
No, absolutely, it's, it's fine.
It's like Mother with Hugh.
If there's something missing, like the yeast in bread,
a couple will never rise.
We just didn't have the yeast.
Well, good luck with Zoltan.
He's superb, isn't he?
No, he's not.
Oh. In fact,
I'd say you couldn't pick a worse boyfriend
if you scoured the world's prisons.
And I have more yeast inside me than he'll ever have.
You see, now I'm starting to like you again
because you're being more interesting.
(baby crying)
(speaking Greek)
(laughing)
It's true...
Dr. Petridis had to dash off.
A child ate a poisonous frog
or something. Oh.
(baby screaming)
You need to take your baby.
Oh, yes.
(sighing)
That's it, isn't it?
There's no time to myself anymore.
(baby crying)
So, how close were you to taking us back to England?
I would've stayed anyway.
Oh, you'll follow us wherever we go.
There's no escape.
But we should stay here as long as we can.
And I'll try to be more like Spiros.
In love with life and people.
And I don't care if that sounds sentimental.
(laughing)
Right, let's go home.
Gerry?
Margo?
(speaking Greek)
Bye, Gerry.
(yelling) (grunts)
Finally, a fight.
I can write about this.
Oh God.
No, no, no, let them.
I've never had men fight over me before.
(panting, grunting)
Right. Larry.
Come on.
Um, where's Leslie?
Oh, I think he's retelling the story of the birth
to one of Lugaretzia's nieces.
The last time I heard him,
he delivered it while being attacked by otters.
Leslie? Leslie?
Les? Les?
ALL: Leslie?
LOUISA: What? Nothing.
(family laughing)
(clearing throat)
Very good, Leslie.
Really good.
(laughs)
I love you all... very much, you know.
Sorry.
(sighs)
♪♪