The Durrells in Corfu (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

(typewriter keys tapping)

(carriage rings, brought back)

(typing resumes)

(crash)

(Louisa screams)

Oh, thank God
for that.

If I have to eat another
kumquat, I'll throw up.

I was nearly killed!

Yeah, you need
to get that fixed.

We haven't got any money
to get it fixed.

Oh, big boom, oh!



Hmm, or as we say in
English, "Vaj galoop."

Larry, it's difficult enough
to learn a language

without making words up.

Vaj galoop.

I'll stop when she
stops hating me.

(sighs)

Look!

An agama.

Theo says their skin darkens
when they're upset.

(Louisa coughs)

Gerry, run down,

find Spiro.

Tell him to beg the landlord
to help us-- Gerry!

GERRY:
Come here.



Gerry!

It's escaping.

Oh!

Peenygrip.

Peenygrip, grip.

LUGARETZIA:
Peenygrip.

Peenygrip.

LARRY:
Yes.

Margo, go and find Spiro
and ask...

No, I can't leave the house.

Max said he'd be dropping by.

To see me, not you.

Did he tell you
how much he loved

the rise and fall
of your breasts?

(footsteps running down stairs)

Bye!

Right!

I'll do it myself!

SPIROS:
Mrs. Durrells, I'm sorry.

The landlord will do
no more repairs

because you owe him rent.

But I'll pay him
when the money

finally comes in
from England.

How long you wait
for your money?

Oh, three weeks.

It's not very much,
it's just my widow's pension.

It just seems to be held up
at the bank.

Those bank sonofabitches.

Mrs. Durrells,
get in the car.

(shouting in Greek)

You think Ms. Durrells
came from England

to be robbed?

Huh?

She could've gone to Spain!

(shouting continues)

Find her money!

(crickets chirping)

(horse pulls up)

MAN:
Whoa.

DONALD (giggling):
They need more street lamps.

MAX (slurring):
That's what the stars
are for.

MAX AND DONALD (in distance):
♪ C'est matin, c'est matin ♪

♪ When the sun is shining! ♪

♪ C'est matin, c'est matin,
I only feel like wining! ♪

(moans)

(singing stops)

Max.

MAX:
Hey, Larry, it's Max!

DONALD (hurt):
And Donald!

MAX:
And Donald!

But mainly Max.

MAX AND DONALD:
♪ And moonlight drinking ♪

♪ Upon the shore ♪

♪ That's what the stars are for,
the stars are for! ♪

Bugger off!

MAX AND DONALD:
♪ C'est matin, c'est matin... ♪

(breathing quickly)

MAX:
Hello, Larry!

DONALD:
Open up!

LARRY:
Come in.

MAX:
We come for
refreshment!

Hooray.

We haven't got
any booze or food.

Hooray...
Wait, wait-- what?

We're broke.

We're living
on bloody kumquats.

Kum-whats?

Quats.

(footsteps walking down stairs)

What the hell are you
nearly wearing?

Let's go into town
to get some ouzo!

LARRY:
Good idea.

I think I'm going
to stay

and chat
with Margo.

No!

I'l come with you.

(sighs)

Margy-Bargy.

Stay, get your beauty snooze.

(clicks tongue)

DONALD:
Beauty sleep.

Right, let's go.

Oh, hello.

Or I can stay.

Or I could just watch you sleep.

Why are you...

GERRY:
Theo!

My companion in zoology,
kalimeral!

Kalimera.

I've brought you
these bee-flies.

They can't decide
if they're bees or flies.

Shh, don't tell them,
but they are flies.

Wow!

LOUISA:
Could you show
half that excitement

for your other studies,
please?

I hesitate to mention it,

but Mama Kondos
up at her farm...

Oh, Lugaretzia's auntie?

She has six new puppies.

Yes!

No-- no more pets.

Go make Theo some tea,
please, Gerry.

How are you settling
into the island?

Oh, Corfu is wonderful, Theo,

or it would be,
had our funds arrived

and the children
were more helpful.

It's all so frugal
and, well...

Male.

Leslie!

Foraging?

I'm going!

(clicks tongue)

I miss the company
of women, Theo.

Mrs. Petridis is nice.

You'd get on.

Oh, my Greek isn't up to it.

I'm still on the numbers.

No, she's English,
married to Dr. Petridis.

You should drop in on her.

Oh.

Morning, darling.

You know, I saw your Larry
and two friends just now

in Yanni's bar in town,
arm-wrestling.

LOUISA:
That will be
Max and Donald.

DONALD:
If you think about it,
Mussolini's bad enough,

but he's essentially
a nincompoop,

whereas Hitler is just...

MAX:
No more about him, Donald.

I'm on holiday.

(chuckles):
When are you not on holiday?

Well...

Oh...

Hello, Margo.

What are you all doing here?!

LARRY:
Donald thinks

we're put here by God,

Max is more of
a Determinist.

Let me...

Oh, you mean,
in the bar.

We're maundering
drunkenly.

DONALD:
Oh.

Guten Morgen, Margo.

Wie geht's?

(giggles)

(chokes out a giggle)

No, seriously, I love German.

And Germans.

Wagner?

DONALD:
I can hire a boat

to take us to see
Die Meistersinger in Athens.

I'd rather pull out
my toes.

He means toenails,
and I wasn't inviting you, Max.

(Larry chuckling)

Margy-Bargy...

You are very nice, but...

No.

I need to lie down.

Under a tree.

Ein Olivenbaum.

But Henry VIII wanted
a divorce

because he was desperate
for a male heir.

So he bought a huge eagle
and a monkey

and he took them
to see the pope.

Did he really?

Of course he didn't.

Gerry, concentrate.

You need an education.

Even zookeepers need
an education.

I'm learning new things
every day.

I just enjoy
being outside.

Well, I'm not going to sit
outside on the terrace

being eaten alive by bugs.

Isn't it...

bad luck?
No.

So Henry VIII lost patience
with the pope,

SO...

(crying):
He called me Margy-Bargy.

He thinks I'm a buffoon.

Oh, darling!

Darling!

Oh.

(exhales heavily):
God.

LOUISA:
Gerry, tortoises
off the table.

(sighs)

Soup's a bit thin, I'm afraid.

I had to cobble it together
from...

Oh, you don't need to know.

Oh, Margo,
don't be unhappy.

You know what they say:

You have to kiss
a lot of frogs...

Max is German, not French.

I know, I didn't mean...

And I've never kissed him
and I never will,

because to him, I'm nothing.

I'm... a flea.

If you were a flea, you'd be
able to jump 160 feet high.

You know, apart from anything--
like Max being a maniac--

you are only 16...

He's not a maniac!

LESLIE:
Hmm, something smells good!

Oh, no, wait--
that's me!

A cheerful
Durrell.

We don't get many of those
around these parts.

Yeah, Alexia was mucking around
with this straw hat, and, uh...

Oh, God,

she's so funny.

She made us these rings
out of a squid

because she says
we're soulmates.

Oh, sorry.

Mmm.

What did you make
this out of, weeds?

Yes, I did.

Oh.

LOUISA:
So...

I went to the bank again today.

Still no sign of our money.

God, it's quiet.

Where's Larry?

Presumably he's off
with Donald and Max.

(imitating Max):
Ach, gvick, I will die
without champagne!

You know she's in love with Max.

Is she?

Why?

Be kind to her.

You, too, Gerry.

Encourage her.

Unrequited love can be
so painful.

I wouldn't know.

(crash, plaster pattering)

(muttering):
Bloody peenygrip all day.

Wake up!

I want you all out foraging.

For food...

Something to sell...

For, for a job!

Anything!

We need food, or we are all
on the next boat home.

(whining)

(sighs)

DONALD (groggily):
Morning.

(groans)

(gasps)

MAX:
Up!

Ooh...

(laughs)

(rooster crows)

Yia sas.

Mama Kondos?

Nai.

My name is Gerry.

(greeting in Greek)

Um, thank you.

My friend Theo says
you have puppies.

Puppies.

Yes.

Come.

(whimpering)

GERRY:
Aw...

Hello.

Can I have one?

Yes, soon.

Need mommy now.

I love him.

Her.

Him?

(barking and whimpering)

Ella, ella, ella, ella.

Kopiastai, thigateres,
na thite pios ilthe!

(Mama Kondos and young women
chatting excitedly)

(footsteps approaching)

Hello, I'm Louisa
Durrell.

Oh, hello.

I'm afraid my husband's
out on a call.

No no, I don't need
a doctor.

Oh, right-- what do you need?

I was told you're English.

Yes, I am.

So am I.

Well, lucky us!

(laughs)

Well, I mean, not lucky...
lucky us,

I mean, um, well, uh...

I was hoping that you
might have some advice

on how to survive here.

LESLIE:
♪ Well, I want to be... ♪

♪ Won't you come
and let me rock you ♪

♪ In my cradle of love? ♪

Now, that is foraging.

LOUISA (sighs):
Tea.

Lovely.

(chuckles)

In fact, it's salepi,

made from the tubers
of orchids.

Oh, well.

That would raise a few eyebrows
in Bournemouth.

Yes, one reason
why I like it.

Oh, that's exactly the kind
of thing I say.

Is that where you're from,
Bournemouth?

Um, no, no, we, uh...

We just ended up there
after my husband died.

We didn't really fit in,

so I moved us all here.

I always found England
so frigid.

Well, my children
were struggling.

Larry wanted to be a writer,

but was the worst
estate agent in Hampshire,

while Margo was turning
into a twit.

Right.

Gerry loathed school, and...

Leslie wanted to shoot anything
that moved.

And that's getting better now?

And what about you?

Oh, I just love it here.

Especially as there are
no hordes of English exiles

drinking G and Ts
and rattling their pearls.

(clock ticking softly)

Have some kabuni.

Oh! Thank you.

Um, remind me again, what it is?

Oh, it's, um,
a local dessert.

The ram's broth combines
with cloves, it's...

You need the sweet sauce
with it.

Oh!

(mouth full):
Sorry!

I'm starving.

Mmm, mmm.

Oh, yes.

There's the sheep
coming through.

Ah.

You're one of those
Brits abroad

who wants rock cakes
and roly poly.

Oh, no, not at all.

There's such a difference
between expats

and committed migrants.

Well, you can be proud
of being British and miss it,

and yet still embrace
your new home.

Or is that like
being married

but still fancying
your old boyfriend?

Well, at least my old boyfriends
don't lose our money

as they have done here.

Yes, stupid Corfu not
letting you come in

and instantly buy up
our island.

I... I don't want to buy it up.

I'm just tired of living
like beggars.

Well, I, uh...

I won't take up any more
of your time.

(goat bleats)

Yiasas!

You, too.

(singing quietly)

Hey!

You must go
find more food.

No.

Another time.

My mother'll sort
something out.

Actually, she is
very plucky.

(dog barks)

GERRY:
I've been foraging,
like you said,

and I picked all these berries.

Oh, and did you eat
any at all?

Not really.

Oh, good.

And I went to
Mama Kondos' house.

Oh, Gerry, I told you...

Yes, but who knows what'll
happen to the puppies

if I don't take one?

But how will we feed
a puppy?

We can barely feed
ourselves.

Well, it could live
off the berries.

But dogs don't eat berries,
darling.

Roger does.

Well, Roger's always been
a bit odd.

MARGO:
I've got something
we can sell!

I found it by the road just now.

It's antique.

Oh, "Happy..."

"Hya... Hap..." Uh...

GERRY:
Farm...

Of...

Vasil.

So "Vasili Farm."

Sorry.

Uh, we're new here!

Nobody say anything.

(Louisa carving the meat)

(hoarsely):
Let's hope a magic bloody
beanstalk comes up.

WOMAN:
Gerry!

WOMAN 2:
Gerry!

(women calling out in Greek)

Ferame to koulouki.

Oh, uh...

Yia ton Gerry,
yia to pethitsi.

Gerry's puppy.

(whimpers)

Hello!

(horse and carriage pulling up)

LARRY:
Stop!

This is it.

MAX:
Whoa!

Or, as we say in Germany...

LARRY:
What?

MAX:
Nothing, we say the same.

You've been gone for days.

Well, fun takes

time and commitment.

Did you know there was
a melon festival?

You knew I needed help,
Larry.

Would you mind not embarrassing
me in front of my friends?

DONALD:
I... I am sorry, Mrs. Durrell.

We lost track of time.

It was a really good
melon festival.

He excellent company.

Larry, do your imitation
of a man

trying to be served
in a crowded bar.

Maybe not now, Max.

MAX:
Three whiskeys!

Bitte! Please?

Like that!

But more funny.

(chatting and laughing)

(Max calling and singing)

I am tired of you living it up
while we struggle.

Help us.

I was helping, by being
one less mouth to feed.

Is that the best
you can come up with?

I've sent my short story
to England.

That'll bring us
a tidy sum.

No, no, it won't.

Even if it's accepted,
you'll earn a pittance.

(footsteps dragging)

What's wrong with her?

She's in love with Max.

Yeah, no,
that won't work.

Well, give her some advice.

You're always talking about
how worldly-wise you are.

gather you need some advice

about love.

No.

Well, I'm here now.

Obviously you should forget Max,
who's out of your league,

and go for Donald.

Stop moping about the house
and think about him, poor sod.

Donald would be such
a reliable companion for you.

I think she'll be all right now.

Is that it?

Is that your friendly advice?

You didn't say friendly.

She doesn't need
a "reliable companion"!

I meant, tell her she's
beautiful or clever...

So she's unhappy in love--
aren't we all?

I'm missing Nancy,
you've got nobody.

I've got all of you!

And I am just trying to make it
through the week.

I've told the others:
I want you all out,

foraging for, for food,
or money, or anything.

I'll ask Max for money.

Oh, no, you won't.

Have you no pride?

No.

I've got most
of the Seven Deadly Sins,

but that one always seemed
a bit silly.

We don't want charity.

We are a resourceful
and independent family.

Right!

Oh, oh, that's right!

Go on, shoot your mother!

That'll solve
all your problems.

I'm going hunting.

You obviously want to turn us
into medieval scavengers.

Larry...

You don't know how to shoot.

How hard can it be?

(rifle clicks)

(grunts)

(groaning)

(crying)

(moaning)

It really hurts, you know!

You should try childbirth!

Well, you should try war.

Yes, because
us women

spent the whole of the last war
giggling and shopping.

(gun goes off,
plaster pattering)

Oh!

(screams and coughs)

LOUISA:
Come on, Larry.

You know you take
even moderate pain badly.

So suddenly it's bad
to be sensitive?

LESLIE:
♪ Pretty baby... ♪

Oh, Leslie.

Would you please have
a kind word with Margo?

She's an emotional wreck.

(sighs)

Don't... Wait.

Some guidelines.

Um, don't mention your own
happy love life.

Don't tell her
to pull herself together.

And well, just...

Just think about
what you're saying.

(sighs and knocks)

It's fine, I'll come back later.

MARGO:
No.

Come in.

(sighs)

Larry's at death's door,
you'd think.

Hmm.

Mind your, your average layman
doesn't realize

what a punch the Westley
Richards Boxlock model packs.

No.

Mom says you need some advice
about your love problem.

I'd say lose some weight.

Most men don't go
for fat girls.

(door closes)

Lunch, from the woods.

Oh.

Well done, darling.

These, eat, dead.

Oh.

Well, look what arrived
for you this morning.

My puppy!

LOUISA:
From Mama Kondos.

It's the wrong one.

I hope she hasn't
given mine away.

I'm going to take it back
and swap it!

(Larry moaning)

(calls):
Leslie!

(yells):
Leslie!

(Larry cries out)

Go and get Spiro.

Run!

SPIROS:
Let's go, now!

(Larry moaning)

He's sweating
like a Turk.

MARGO:
What's wrong with him?

LOUISA:
I don't know.

Maybe he ruptured an internal
organ when he fell.

Spiro, who is the very
best doctor on Corfu?

Dr. Petridis, because
he's the only doctor.

What?

Two doctors died
last year.

Well, that's not
a good sign, is it?

(Larry moans)

Do you know Dr. Petridis?

Uh, no-- I've met his wife.

SPIROS:
I don't like
the looks of him.

(Larry groans)

(Larry cries out)

Christ!
Spiro, this isn't
good for Larry.

SPIROS:
I apologize.

The roads were better
in Chicago.

MRS. PETRIDIS:
Oh, hello.

It's, it's my eldest boy.

I'm afraid my husband's
on Lefkada for a few days.

The only qualified doctor
on Corfu

and you've allowed him
to leave the island?

(crying):
Please help us!

Bring him in.

(Larry screams and grunts)

MRS. PETRIDIS:
I think it's his appendix.

Sudden pressure
can rupture it.

Well, what can we do?

I don't know.

Darling!

THEO:
Hello!

(breathing heavily)

Hello.

Hello, everyone.

I heard
what happened.

Theodore studied
medicine.

Oh, thank goodness.

But only for a month
or two.

Though I've carried on studying
for my own satisfaction.

(Larry screams)

THEO:
Suspected appendicitis

following abdominal
trauma?

If he just lies there
and shuts up for once,

will he be all right?

No, it needs to be cut out
immediately, before it bursts.

But who can do that?

(Larry grunts)

I can have a go.

No.
No.

LESLIE:
No.

I'm not a qualified nurse,

but I've helped
with anesthetic before.

Get him ready.

Please find any books
on the subject.

Where's he going?

I'm sorry, but I promised
your brother.

(softly):
Don't worry, I'll keep you, too.

GERRY:
Yiasas.

Yia sou, Gerry.

(cooing over him)

Um, thank you for bringing
the puppy,

but I need another one.

Do you still have them?

(puppies whimpering faintly)

(whimpering)

How dare you!

Can't you see that's so cruel?

What if someone
buried you alive,

or your daughters?

(speaking Greek)

So...

I hear you're crazy
for a German boy...

but he's not crazy for you.

We don't need to talk
about it.

No, it's good.

It takes your mind
off your brother.

I gave her
my advice.

She didn't like it.

You know my advice?

Get fatter.

Men don't like
skinny girls.

LOUISA (crying):
I don't know why
I'm getting upset.

He's really annoying.

It's every parent's
biggest fear.

Your child being in pain.

You don't have children.

No.

(sniffs)

Well, you've saved
yourself all this.

The body's
surprisingly strong.

Hello?

Anyone home?

(grunts)

(whispers):
It's all right.

Stay here.

I'll be home soon, I promise.

Okay.

Roger!

(Larry moans quietly)

(door opens)

This is my friend Sven.

As I hoped, he has done
this operation before.

Once... on an animal.

THEO:
In anatomical terms,
there is little difference.

Between Mrs. Petridis's
experience,

my book knowledge,
and Sven's...

And Sven's butchery
of the odd goat.

This is my son!

I'm afraid there isn't
much choice.

Can't we get him
off the island?

To Athens, or Italy?

There must be a boat.

MRS. PETRIDIS:
18 hours away,

and that's if
you're lucky.

THEO:
That's too late,

and the journey
would Kill him.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Durrell.

It is this, or
the worst will happen.

I'm very hopeful.

(Larry moans)

You know, they're probably
going to want money from us.

Well, for Larry's operation.

We're going to have to get jobs,
aren't we?

(sighs):
Really?

(horse neighs)

MAN:
Whoa!

MARGO:
Oh, God, it's Max.

MAN:
Whoa-pa.

(sighs)

What must I do?

Oh, yes, try and look thin.

Our driver heard from another
driver that Larry's sick.

You can't go in.

They're cutting him open.

MAX:
Poor Larry.

Hello, Margo.

Hello, Donald.

Oh, hello, Margo.

I, I'm sorry about Larry.

(door opens)

Larry is as well as can
be expected, darling.

(sniffs)

Hello, Larry.

He won't be out of the
anesthetic for a while.

(footsteps approaching)

Whatever happens,
thank you.

Anybody would have done
the same.

No, they wouldn't.

I, uh... better go
and check on the patient.

If you'll excuse me,

I had to rush off,
leaving my pig only half fed.

Hates that.

Do drop by
and see me.

I will.

I'd like that.

I play the accordion, you know.

Is that a threat?

Are you
in a good mood?

LOUISA:
What have you done?

Well, I went to Mama Kondos
to take the wrong puppy back,

and she was burying all
the other puppies alive.

Oh, no.

So I saved them
just in time.

She's nice, but that was
a terrible thing.

Well, they do things
differently here, Gerry.

I had to take them
all away.

So now we have to keep
all six puppies.

(laughs)

Well...

All right, you can keep two.

Thank you!

But you have to find homes
for the others.

Spiro's having one.

No, I'm in charge
of my house.

And animals are
for the farm only,

and the dinner table.

Not dogs, we don't eat dogs.

Except hot dogs.

(laughing)

Oh.

You know, it's all my fault.

I sent Larry off with a gun
and a hangover.

When will I learn just
to enjoy their company?

Mrs. Durrells,

you are
the perfect mother.

(laughs):
Thank you, Spiro.

No bullshit.

I'll have to drive my car.

I'll be back soons.

(men greeting Spiro)

(brakes squeal)

SPIROS:
Kalimera!

Kalimera!

Kalimera ipa!

Kalimera!

(arguing in Greek)

They are good people!

Oh, come on, Larry,
say something.

You always say something.

(loudly):
So, Larry, how's tricks?

Shh.

(whispering):
Tell him to stop shouting.

(laughing)

Oh, thank you.

Does this tea have some sort
of special root in it?

No, normal tea.

And biscuits.

All right, perhaps there's a bit
of me that misses England.

Oh, there's a man
in Corfu Town

who knows a woman who can get
Ovaltine, if you want any.

No, thank you.

When I'm in a foreign country,
I only like to eat local food.

(laughing)

(beeping horn)

(shouting)

Signomi, pater, signomi.

SPIROS:
Mrs. Durrells,

I went to the bank,
and got your money.

Oh.

Thank you, Spiro.

You are so good to me,
to all of us.

You're English,
my favorite peoples.

You didn't shout
at the bank clerk, did you?

Why would I shout
at him?

Well, you do shout
at people, Spiro.

What?

(Margo laughs)

MAX:
Champagne, Spiro?

SPIROS:
Sure.

Larry.

Larry, our money's arrived.

But it's yours.

For your short story.

Well done.

(whispering):
I'm a proper writer.

I have some advice.

Oh, God,
not you, too, Gerry.

Sorry, I have to.

Mom said.

I've been thinking
about this,

and the black widow spider
shakes its bottom

to attract its chosen mate.

So perhaps you could
do that to Max?

Are you going to do it?

No, Gerry.

In fact...

(shouting):
I'm giving up on love forever!

(Margo's voice echoes)

(goat bleating)

Welcome.

(pig snorting)

Larry's woken up.

He's on the mend.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Getting the taste
for it now.

Think I'm ready
for some brain surgery.

(laughs)

I, uh...

I realize I don't know
anything about you.

Oh, you know us
Scandinavians.

We like to be
a little enigmatic.

What brings you to Corfu?

The same as you,
no doubt.

Lure of an ancient
civilization,

land of Homer.

And you can't really take
your shirt off in Stockholm

without getting frostbite.

No, no.

I had the same problem
in Bournemouth.

Um, is there a Mrs. Sven?

No.

Is there a Mr. Durrell?

No, no.

Not anymore.

Uh, I didn't want
to offend you,

and I also didn't want
to assume, but I...

I must pay you
for Larry's operation.

And I'm not sure, um,
how much...

No, you just
spoiled it all.

Oh, Margo.

It's not easy, is it?

(sighing)

(shouting at workers)

Zito pou hathikame,
ande grigora!

(snoring)

Ow!

Sorry, sorry.

Viamenos!

Sorry.

(arguing)

(calling out in Greek)

(whimpers)

No, take them away.

I did not survive
a major operation

carried out by hobbyists

just to eat more kumquats.

They're very plentiful,
actually.

You know you can live
quite nicely

just from what you find
in hedgerows.

Why are they putting

the table in the sea?

To keep us cool.

It was Leslie's idea.

He doesn't have many,

so please be kind
about this one.

So aren't you going
to thank me?

Well, where do I start?

I mean, there's so much!

For giving you
my story money.

I don't think your pension's
going to arrive anytime soon,

so you'll be sponging
off me forever,

now I'm a professional author.

(scoffs)

Use your powers for good,
won't you?

Don't be one of those
awful writers

who pokes fun
at his family.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll be too busy writing
about sex.

Artists like me need to live

outside the normal rules
of society.

Which, in practice,
means getting drunk.

Alot.

Where are you going?

Come back!

Wheel me!

Can't get
your wound wet!

You have to stay
on the beach.

What? No!

MARGO:
Is the tide coming in?

LESLIE:
No.

It's the Mediterranean,
it's only a small one.

And I checked,
it's going out.

I'm lonely!

GERRY:
Lugaretzia, would you please

pass the, um...

the strange fruit?

LOUISA:
Oh, Lugaretzia,

you can't ignore Gerry
forever,

particularly as you're
still ignoring Larry.

He shout at my auntie.

She's got a point.

She was being cruel.

Look, we mustn't criticize

other people's customs
and traditions.

We can if they do
horrible things.

LARRY:
Kolopetho!

Kolopetho!

What's he shouting?

Arsehole.

What?

Lugaretzia taught him it.

She told him
it means "hello."

MAX (in distance):
Ahoy there!

We are leaving!

Where are you going?

MAX:
Don't know!

That way!

DONALD:
Get better, Larry!

Goodbye, Margo!

Goodbye, Margo!

Aren't you going
to say goodbye?

MAX:
Margo!

Come on board
for a drink.

Go on then,
give me your advice.

Never again.

Oh, never again,
darling.

LESLIE:
Never again.
No!

MAX:
Come on, Margo!

DONALD:
Come on!

MAX:
What are you waiting for?

I'm coming!

(cheering)

MAX:
Keep going!

GERRY:
Keep going, Margo, swim!

(all shouting encouragement)

The tide is rising, you know.

No, it isn't.

No, it is.

Oh, yeah, it is, actually.

Come on.

MAX:
Ah-oop!

Welcome on board.

Young love.

What about old love?

If you mean me, I'm not old,
and don't start that again.

Come on, you
and the flying Finn?

He's from Sweden.

It's the same thing.

I know naked lust
when it's in the room.

You are an idiot.

MARGO:
See you later!

Bye-bye!

She is coming back,
isn't she?

Um...

Margo!

Darling, come back!

He's not right for you!

Margo!