Call the Midwife s06e06 Episode Script

Series 6, Episode 6

1 'No-one knows where the soul resides.
'Does it inhabit the heart? 'The brain? 'Where in the body does it hide? 'How is it clothed and how might we protect it? 'Exposed to the light, 'the soul seems a fragile thing '.
too vulnerable for scrutiny 'too delicate to live.
' You've stopped fighting the treatment.
I'm too tired.
Sister I thought we agreed we weren't going to do this again? Come on, let's get you home.
Warqad? English.
- Post.
- Good.
Post? Let me stay, please.
I don't have to go back, I can stay in England with you.
Time to go home to Somaliland, for the baby.
Ooh! The baby? I get help.
Ooh! Thank you.
Dad, I don't like the look of this row between the Russians and the Americans.
Neither do I, son.
Bacon and eggs coming up.
Nothing in front of your mother.
She doesn't need anything else to worry about.
Ah, thank you! Ooh, it looks delicious.
Be even better with some tomato ketchup.
I'm afraid it's been packed.
We don't move for ten days! Yes, and there's so much to do! I've looked out a box for each of you.
Go through your possessions and root out anything that you no longer use.
I've already filled a box with items belonging to myself and Angela.
Why do Dad and I have one large box each, while you and Angela have one small box between you? Because Angela and I don't have a tendency towards hoarding.
Hello, Fred.
Found her, then? No prizes for guessing where.
Is she all right? A bit chilled.
Let's get you warmed up and inside with some tea and cake.
I am no Marie Antoinette.
I will not eat cake while my sister moulders in the asylum.
I will not eat at all until I am assured she is unharmed.
Whatever the pain was, it wasn't contractions.
Practice ones maybe.
And you've had nothing since? Nothing.
I am well again, but perhaps not well enough to go on a boat.
Who said anything about a boat? My wife leaves in two weeks, so the baby can be born in Somaliland.
A fast boat, is it? I know you think you're only seven months along, Mrs Farah, but actually you're more like nine.
This baby is coming any day.
I will be at sea.
I leave tomorrow.
- My wife knows no-one here.
- It will be fine.
I have good neighbours and my sister, Deka.
And now you've got us as well.
You come down to the clinic with me this afternoon, we'll do all our checks and get you booked in.
Don't worry, Mr Farah, your wife will be in good hands.
'It shall be the policy of this nation 'to regard any nuclear missile launched from Cuba 'against any nation in the Western Hemisphere 'as an attack by the Soviet Union on the United States, 'requiring a full retaliatory response' That's quite enough of that, thank you very much.
You can't turn off President Kennedy! He's got the future of the Free World in his hands! If he was truly concerned about the future of the Free World, he wouldn't be making such inflammatory remarks.
If we're all heading for oblivion, we need to be prepared.
There you are, Nurse Franklin.
There's a gentleman on the telephone asking for you, a Mr Christopher Dockerill? Thank you, but I can't possibly speak to him at the moment.
Oh, why's that? I'm in the middle of an inventory of the cupboards.
With Armageddon looming, it seems wise to line-up our supplies.
I'll tell him that you're unavailable.
You, you've brought me back to the wrong place.
Don't worry, everyone's always a little bit fuzzy when they come back from shock treatment.
I was by myself before.
Doctor's transferred you to a general ward.
No more shock treatment -- thinks you're on the mend! Will I be discharged now? Will I be sent home? One step at a time.
First thing you need is a nap to shake off that grogginess and then a nice bath, hm? Afternoon, Mrs Turner.
I'm sorry I'm late, but this is Mrs Farah.
She's due any day, but hasn't been to the clinic yet.
Of course.
Let's see if we can jump you up the queue, Mrs Farah.
It can take a while to get through everything on a first appointment.
Cubicle two is free.
No, it isn't.
Puffy ankles.
- I've just asked Doctor to take a look.
- Cubicle one, then.
Are we collecting for jumble? I'm having a clear-out in advance of our house move.
I thought we could make use of these things in the waiting area.
Oh, yes? Dr Turner is going to set about the doll with the Swarfega when he has a spare moment.
But I thought my old magazines might provide light relief for our ladies.
They have some very useful fashion features.
I've never needed an editorial to instruct me on how to put myself together, and I've never had any complaints.
I've come across a few sailors from Somaliland, but not many of their wives.
Most prefer to stay in Africa, but my husband is more handsome than theirs.
Sorry to interrupt, I've bought Mrs Farah's notes card.
Lovely, thanks.
Now, Mrs Farah, I'll just have a little check down below.
I'll be very gentle, but it will be easier if you can try to relax.
Easy for her to say.
Is this your first baby? Yes, I've been married a year.
Can I help, Nurse Dyer? Mrs Farah, do you mind me asking, have you had any surgery down there? Only what is usual.
Usual? When I was a child.
It was done to all of us.
Is there something wrong? There's nothing there but a scar from front to back.
Are you sure? Mrs Farah has as much visible genitalia as that doll.
It's like she's been sealed up.
But how did she get pregnant? How does she urinate, menstruate? Whoever stitched the scar left a small hole.
The strangest thing about it is that she seems to think the "arrangement" is quite normal.
I can't think of a medical reason for it.
We'll need to refer her to St Cuthbert's.
I should say so.
After seeing her anatomy I can scarcely imagine how baby got in, never mind how he's going to get back out.
Thank you.
Excuse me? These aren't my clothes.
I wear a habit, a cap and a veil! What's the matter now? I need my own clothes, Nurse.
They're a sign of my commitment to seek God with my whole being! - They're a sign of who I am.
- Come on.
I deem it shrewd to be suspicious of men on the doorstep who are not the trembling husbands of expectant wives.
I was hoping to see Nurse Franklin.
We went out for dinner recently, and I was rather hoping we might repeat the experience.
You present no credentials.
How can I be confident your purpose is sincere? I met Nurse Franklin through our work at the clinic.
I'm a dentist at St Cuthbert's.
Do you stop the teeth of your patients with mercury? I I use a dental amalgam.
It's basically a blend of silver, tin, copper and mercury.
And it has people running mad! Asylums are filled with the victims of your poison! Good afternoon.
Oh, Mr Dockerill, how very pleasant.
- May I help you? - He has designs upon Nurse Franklin.
I'm very glad to hear it.
- Although I'm afraid she's not at home.
- Ah.
Gangway, please, Sister, let the young man step inside.
And we'll put these flowers in water.
I went and had a rummage in the laundry room.
Thank you.
Oh, I loved these clothes.
From the minute I put them on they felt like friends to me.
And when I was ill, I was a stranger to myself.
Even though I clung to them there was no comfort there.
I think things might be different now.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make a fuss.
But all the time I was ill, I fell short in my commitment to God, so now that I'm better it's important that I do things properly.
Why does she sit there? She's waiting for her son to collect her.
She doesn't remember from one day to the next that he never turns up.
Lobotomies are like that.
They drill into the brain to get rid of the illness, but sometimes there's not a lot left.
I'll pray for her.
How was Mrs Nolan's delivery? No complications -- another not-so-little boy weighing nine pounds four.
Ooh, she can certainly grow them.
Oh, you had a gentleman caller at the door.
It was that rather fetching dentist, with a bunch of flowers, no less.
Sister Monica Joan had engaged him in a debate on the merits and demerits of mercury fillings.
At least, she was debating, he just looked scared.
Oh, dear.
I smoothed things over, and we had quite a pleasant conversation.
In the course of which he revealed that you'd rebuffed him several times.
A lady doesn't like to look too keen, especially when the man drives a sports car.
There's looking too keen, Trixie, and there's cutting off your nose to spite your face.
Oh, Phyllis! I've spent a lot of time wanting to be with someone, now I have the opportunity I'm not sure I have the gumption.
Failure isn't fatal, but hesitation can be.
Give yourself a chance.
And him.
I put the flowers in the scullery.
A man can look such a fool, walking away with a bouquet.
Sister, please get back into bed.
I have to say my offices at a set time every day.
Lauds is meant to be said on waking.
And I'm meant to keep all of you in bed until I've been round with the teeth tray and commode.
And say one for me.
My Bible's gone! Someone's taken it! - Things do go missing if you aren't careful.
- I need it.
I need it so that I can study for my life vows.
If it's gone, it's gone.
Come on.
Nurse Franklin, you've got Mrs Dempsey and Mrs Brackman.
- Nurse Gilbert, Mrs Davies, Mrs - Ah, sorry to interrupt.
I spoke to Mr Kenley at St Cuthbert's.
He'll see Mrs Farah tomorrow at 11 o'clock.
If you could let her know about the appointment.
And I wondered if one of you might accompany her in case there are any issues.
- I can go.
- Thank you.
Did Mr Kenley have any idea what happened to her? He thinks it might be something called pharaonic circumcision, which includes, amongst other things, the removal of the clitoris.
Apparently it's a practice common in parts of Africa and the Middle East.
So why haven't we encountered it before in our Muslim mothers? I've not seen it in any of our Sylheti ladies.
I asked the same question.
Apparently, the practice predates Islam, and prevalence varies depending on geography.
I'll leave you to it.
Ooh, makes me shudder just thinking about it.
How can anyone think removing genitalia is a good idea? It's not so long ago that their removal was practised in this country.
It was deployed to treat all manner of maladies, - primarily of the female mind.
- Ugh.
Is anybody going to empty that autoclave? The morning's post brings good news.
Sister Mary Cynthia has been moved to a general ward, so we may visit.
You trick me so I will break my fast? See for yourself.
It's from the Sister at Linchmere.
So how are you doing getting ready for baby? I have nappies.
A gift from my neighbour.
And Looyaan says he will bring things after his voyage.
We have a cupboard full of donated items at Nonnatus House.
I'm sure we can find what you need in the meantime.
Then all we have to worry about is keeping that baby inside till Mr Kenley's had a look at you.
Oi! Out of there, thank you! I've washed my hands.
Go to school! I'm going to be a nurse.
- ~ - Go! Your sister would make a lovely nurse.
So this is normal? To go to the hospital? Every case is different.
I'll be there with you.
But I am more different than most? When it comes to childbirth, every woman is completely different.
There really is no such thing as normal or not normal.
Does that make sense? Or has the sun gone to my head? There is no sun in England in October.
There you go, then.
She must be talking sense.
Oh, I'm beginning to wonder if this Cuban crisis will ever be over.
- It does feel never-ending.
- I'm home.
Oh, I was starting to worry.
I walked the long way back, past the new house.
I didn't know it was just around the corner from where Susan Parkin lives.
That's not a name we've heard before.
She goes to St Lawrence's.
She's in my chemistry club.
And soon she'll be at your bus stop every morning.
- That might cause something of a "reaction.
" - Honestly.
I can't even mention a name without you jumping to conclusions.
This is the ward, Sister.
Oh, you came! It is you.
Lost to us no longer, but here before us, perfect and complete.
Well, I'm still in one piece.
I wish we'd found you sooner.
I'm sorry I didn't look harder.
And we will make amends for every week you've spent away from us, for every day you spent beyond the reach of love.
She has never been beyond the reach of love.
For all love is His, and He is everywhere.
We're going to try to secure your discharge, but if there's anything we can do to improve things for you until then, you must tell us.
There are just so many patients and so few nurses.
Go on.
Well, it's so full of noise and chaos that somebody took my Bible, I didn't even see it go.
That is a-a-an unconscionable act! I found silence so hard when I first joined the Order -- I didn't think I could ever crave it.
Port! Starboard! Up periscope! Crow's nest! Crashing in on my Cubs without warning.
Oh, no, you don't! We're setting up for a Civil Defence meeting here.
These boys come to Cubs to learn useful things by having fun and that does not include you scaring the life out of them with posters illustrating the perils of the nuclear winter.
- Am I clear? Pack, pack, pack.
- Pack.
Right, lads, let's just wait outside.
Terry! Linchmere is not an appropriate environment for Sister Mary Cynthia.
We have to secure her discharge.
Her original detention order would've expired after 28 days.
Although reactive depression has a good prognosis in the long term, it's quite a journey to full recovery.
She will still need care.
Care we can provide at Nonnatus House, surely? Would you like me to call the hospital? I could talk to her psychiatrist in my capacity as her GP.
I'll come to you if I may, if I need your help, but I'd like to do as much as I possibly can myself.
It's one way of showing her how much she is valued and my way of making amends.
And release the clutch and pull smoothly away.
That is not the clutch.
You said it was ABC! Accelerator, brake, clutch! It is, but in reverse order.
Why does everything about driving have to be so complicated?! Right, let's keep it simple.
Emergency stops.
You're going to drive along and when you're least expecting it, I will shout "Stop," and you will bring the car to a safe but speedy halt.
- Oh, dear! - Right.
Find anything suitable? There's enough in here to keep baby Farah in matinee jackets till he starts school.
- I won't ask.
- Best not.
I'm surprised she didn't pull up a chair beside you.
Actually, I feel much more confident when she isn't scrutinising my every move.
- I'm sailing along here.
- Stop! - Ah! Scar tissue simply doesn't stretch.
Aside from the need to widen the exit by cutting, we'll need to protect the pelvic floor from damage.
Out of interest, Mrs Farah, did you suffer from urinary infections or leakage of stale urine? I'll speak to a colleague and get a second opinion, but we're looking at a hospital delivery with an elective episiotomy.
Mrs Farah needs to present at hospital the minute labour starts.
- I'll see she understands.
- Thank you.
Goodbye, Mrs Farah.
Well done.
I could murder a hot sweet tea and a biscuit.
Why don't you take a minute to yourself and I'll see what I can arrange.
She will find contentment here.
Here you are.
You'll feel better after this They never come.
We have a visitor.
Come to take one of our ladies away.
This way, Sister.
That's my Bible, Mrs Archibald.
I want you to have it.
Let it comfort you.
Hello! Mrs Farah? You there? Mrs Farah? In a few days' time, when you feel able, you may wish to join us in our devotion, or at mealtimes.
But for now you must rest and replenish your spirit.
It's replenished already simply by being here.
Oh, these have seen better days.
I'll get you fresh things.
Everything all right, Deka? Nadifa sent me out so she can have some peace.
Well, I could use you.
We've got some things for baby at Nonnatus, if you want to come and fetch them.
Then can I see inside your bag? God loves a trier.
Come on.
But that's a special soap.
Are you sure? I think Sister Mary Cynthia would be perfectly satisfied with something simpler.
I want her to have it.
I imagine she had nothing but carbolic in Linchmere.
I'm sorry not to let you give it to her yourself.
I'm afraid she needs complete rest.
May I give her your regards? Of course you may, but I'd rather you gave her my love.
These are frightening times.
Why do we need to paint our windows? Well, the idea of the white paint is it deflects the heat from the initial blast.
And obviously, you need to paint them on the outside.
President Kennedy will fix things before it comes to that.
- He could charm the birds out of the trees.
- Hm.
Unfortunately, Khrushchev isn't a bird, he's a bear, and bears don't like to back down.
You really think we need to be worried? There is cause for concern.
It's not looking good.
It's too horrible to think about, so you'll forgive me if I don't.
I need to go and do a check on Mrs Greene.
And don't forget, spread the word.
You tell one woman to paint her windows, she tells five of her pals, and before you know it, every family in Poplar is prepared for a nuclear attack.
This is my Bunsen burner, essential kit for testing urine.
What might I be testing it for? - Protein? - You are a quick study.
I heard we'd acquired a new midwife.
We finalised the selection of items for Mrs Farah's baby.
Ah, come on, then, gather it all up.
I'll walk you home.
I hope she's not been making a nuisance of herself.
I rather like her.
She reminds me of myself at her age.
I was desperate for every bit of medical knowledge going.
I was particularly interested in venereal disease.
Useful to know.
All set? We can show your sister what we've got for baby.
Oh, no! Don't push, Nadifa, you mustn't push.
Let me see.
~ Something about a knife.
Can you tell your neighbour to telephone an ambulance? Nadifa, I need to take a look at what's happening.
Can you open your legs for me? ~ Nadifa, I know what's in your head feels real, but it's a memory.
Look around you -- you're in London.
You're all grown up and you've got a lovely husband and you're about to have a lovely baby.
Look at me.
Look at me! I'm going to help you.
No knife.
No knife.
I spoke to your neighbour.
She's going to look after you, so you're not on your own.
We need to slow baby down, so pant with me.
That's it, that's it -- keep it up.
Oh, no! Right.
Pull over right away.
You're doing so well, but I'm going to level with you, Nadifa.
All the panting in the world isn't going to stop this baby coming.
Don't push with this contraction.
Keep panting.
Take a breather for a second before the next one.
On the next contraction, when I give you the nod, I want you to push and I'm going to help baby out, but not with a knife.
- Yes? - Yes.
There's no way for baby to get out, so I'm going to make an opening with my special scissors.
Stay with me, Nadifa.
Contraction coming? OK.
So give me some of that panting.
And a little push.
That's the worst over, Nadifa.
And another push.
Head's born.
Nearly there.
One baby! Meet your little girl.
Let's go.
I longed for this baby, Patrick.
Longed for it, prayed for it.
And now I'm wondering why my prayers were answered because I don't know what sort of a world we're bringing it into.
And what about Timothy and Angela? You know, President Kennedy has a son and a daughter, just like us.
And for all we know, his wife could be pregnant too.
We just have to hope that he thinks like a father, as well as a politician.
We just have to hope.
And we're good at that, Shelagh.
Mrs Farah.
Our circumcised lady.
Planned episiotomy, but the baby was coming so I had to do it myself in the ambulance.
- She has still torn quite badly.
- Thank you.
Valerie, are you all right? What's happened? She was in labour, on her own, for hours.
Was the delivery very bad? The baby was tearing its way out.
Come on.
Let's get you cleaned up.
I think perhaps it's time to close those books for the evening.
I have to keep going over things.
As soon as I think I've understood one element of doctrine, I-I read a conflicting account and I'm lost again.
Well, there is such a thing as being too widely read, particularly when it comes to some of the more arcane areas of theology.
No! I have more to do.
And you can do it tomorrow when you're rested.
Remember, taking your vows isn't about what's in those books, it's about what's in your heart.
Your love for God and his for you.
Without that, none of your studies mean anything at all.
If God loves me, and He wants me to do this, why is He making it so hard? You must sleep.
And in the morning things will seem much clearer.
Have I not remembered thee in my bed And thought upon thee when I was waking? Because thou hast been my helper Therefore under the shadow of thy wings I see someone's recovered from her ordeal.
Faduma has.
It might take me a bit longer.
Give it time.
Thank you.
There's no need to thank me.
I, I was just doing what I was trained to do.
When I was cut before, they tied my legs together until I healed.
I was only a child.
Perhaps I was too old when it happened.
My older sister was very young when it happened to her.
She remembers nothing.
I think perhaps it's better that way.
This is different, Nadifa.
Mr Kenley didn't cut you, he repaired you.
- And nobody here's going to tie your legs together.
- Repaired me? You were badly torn during your delivery, Nadifa.
But what has he done? How has he stitched me? - I don't know - He is a man! How would he know how I should be sewn? I'll talk to someone.
I'll see what I can find out.
Your breakfast tray lies neglected in your room.
The rats may thank you for the gesture, but your health will not.
I try so hard.
It's as though there's a thick mist in my brain.
I can't study.
I can't even pray.
It's like shouting in whispers, I'm not sure God can hear me, and I'm sure I can't hear him.
That is static interference.
It will quiet soon.
No, it's been like this for months, ever since I became ill.
I just made excuses in the hospital.
I couldn't pray because I didn't have my Bible, or a chapel, or silence.
And here, I have all these things.
And there's nothing.
It is no bad thing to be lost in a fog, all at sea.
When land comes into view again, you will appreciate it with a keenness that is denied to those who know nothing but the safety of the shore.
It's her body, Delia.
It's what she knew.
Probably what her husband wanted.
And what about what she wants? All I can say is, Mr Kenley said he couldn't make good a procedure that never should've been done in the first place.
And no-one's even told her? Not yet.
Nurse Busby! I'm just on my way to a Civil Defence meeting.
What's the latest? It's hard to tell with no volume, but the jist seems to be that if the USSR doesn't accept Kennedy's deal, then we're all going to hell in a hand cart! I really don't think this is the time for levity, Barbara.
Came out wrong.
I think I'm just trying to be brave.
There's nothing wrong with that in the middle of all this.
Where are you going, Trixie? To make a phone call.
May I suggest we spend the evening in the chapel, praying for a peaceful resolution to this conflict.
May I speak to Christopher Dockerill? Hello.
It's Trixie.
I hope you don't think I'm being forward, but I find myself unexpectedly free this evening.
for the larger 'intermediate range ballistic missile.
'This is capable of hitting any major city from Hudson Bay 'to Lima, Peru' If he asks if you're all alone Can he take you home? You must tell him no Cos don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're going to be So, darling, save the last dance for me '.
is to transform Cuba into a considerable and significant 'strategic base which could add quite substantially 'to Russia's rocket capability.
' Terrible to think this could all be blown away tomorrow.
You'd think the world would've learned by now.
We've had two wars already this century.
More than that.
I fought in Korea, thanks to National Service.
My father never recovered from the things he saw in battle.
He suffered terrible shellshock all of his life.
Warfare's bad enough when you're in the middle of it.
To have to keep replaying it in your mind - Sorry.
I'm sounding morbid.
- I don't mind.
No, if the world's about to be blown to smithereens, you deserve to be shown a good time.
London is your oyster.
You choose.
We can do anything you like.
Make merry.
I'd think I'd quite like to sit here with you doing not much at all and just see what happens.
What if this happens? Did the electric shock treatment help at all? It was cleansing.
Things were clearer for a while.
I thought I'd carry on getting better here, and I'm not.
- Failed at Linchmere.
Failed here.
- You haven't failed.
You, you're succeeding just by putting one foot in front of the other, carrying on along this scary, rocky, lonely road.
- It is lonely, Doctor.
It's so, so lonely.
- I know.
I was once as lonely as you are now.
It was after the war and because of it.
But I was sent somewhere where people walked beside me.
And things got better after that.
Just at this moment, I can't imagine that.
But I want it so much.
And how can I want something I can't imagine? It doesn't make sense! There's just no room in my head for it.
Let me see what I can do.
I wanted to come to your room.
I wanted to talk to you.
I wanted to know that you were all right, but I couldn't because of the way things are.
I don't really know how anything is at the moment, Trixie.
Then I'm just going to say one thing and you can dismiss it as platitude if you prefer, but I generally find that if you can summon the courage to sit through the bleakest day, then in the end, the weather will change.
You just have to hope that when the sun comes out you aren't wearing wellington boots and a sou'wester, because there's nothing worse than being wrongly dressed for an occasion.
Thank you for the soap and the message you sent with it.
Well done.
You're healing beautifully.
I will never be mended.
What do you mean? Deka, take the baby to the next room.
The surgeon -- he left me all wrong.
I must be stitched so my husband is happy.
But the damage you have -- it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been circumcised.
That was the problem, not what Mr Kenley did, nor me.
There's lots of things we can do to help you feel better.
In time, it will become normal.
There is no normal.
Not any more.
Mr Spencer's van is looking very full! Oh, not another box! Where did that come from? The cupboard in the eaves.
Angela's baby things.
Her bath.
Her cot.
I asked you to get rid of all this when we thought our family was complete.
Maybe I never gave up hope.
Just as I haven't that the Russians will back down.
I've checked every other room.
They're all empty.
- We're not leaving anything behind.
- Thank you, Timothy.
I'll tell Mr Spencer there's one more box.
- Lots of memories.
- Yes.
They don't belong to the house.
They're ours.
They come with us.
There's something about hovering on the brink of a nuclear war that rather blunts the appetite.
Honestly, I'd tuck in.
If Khrushchev gets his way, the only vegetables we'll see for a long time will be out of a tin.
- Mrs Whitten.
- Breech? - No.
Baby turned.
So you never told us about your date! A lady never tells.
But since you ask.
I thought if we're all going to die anyway, I might as well let him kiss me.
Evening, all.
Mr Buckle.
- Is there news from Cuba? - The best news.
The Russians have agreed America's terms.
Kennedy has stood down his weapons.
- It's over? - Yes.
Yes, it is.
We live to see another day.
Is it on the radio? I want to hear this for myself.
What a relief! I'm so very happy.
Still glad you let your dentist kiss you? Win-win, I say.
We did not pray in vain.
You certainly did not.
And now we're off a war footing, we can resume your driving lessons.
Did you speak to someone? What's the hold up? Mr Spencer misread the address you wrote down for him.
The van and all our worldly possessions have gone to Kent! And they say it's doctors who have poor handwriting.
Patrick, I feel like an absolute fool.
Then we're a fine pair.
While I was at the phone box, I also rang the Electricity Board to ask why we've not been connected.
It transpires I gave them the wrong connection date.
We have no electricity until tomorrow afternoon.
Dr Turner has recommended a hospital near Birmingham.
It's called Northfield.
It's a very gentle, therapeutic community.
Not at all like Linchmere.
- Is that where he went? - Many years ago, yes.
- Can I ask you for one more kindness? - Anything.
Could you contact the Mother House and ask them to send me my postulant's dress? - Your postulant's dress? - I left Nonnatus House in it before.
I want to leave in it again because once, then, I knew who I was, where I was going, what there was at the end of the road.
And now I don't know any of those things.
I want to go right back to the beginning .
to where I was when everything was clean, nothing was impossible.
And that means wearing my postulant's dress.
I think that's very sensible.
A Melton Mowbray pork pie and a vanilla slice.
You certainly do know how to treat a girl.
Yes, I decided to push the boat out.
But I do have something that might be a little more to your taste.
I thought we should have something special to toast the new peace.
Gosh! Something wrong? Not at all.
Only I'm on call tonight and we're not allowed to imbibe.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't think.
- Don't worry.
I'll simply hold it up in an elegant way and pretend.
Like so.
Well, you really do look rather wonderful.
Chin-chin! It was very good of Nurse Crane to lend us the Cubs' sleeping bags.
I keep finding things in mine.
- I think there's a woggle at the bottom.
- Lucky you.
The only thing in mine is the faint aroma of wee.
It reminds me of when we went camping.
Best holiday ever.
Oh, don't.
Keep our voices down or we'll wake Angela.
We're very lucky though, aren't we? Yes.
Yes, we are.
Ready? - Baby's doing extremely well.
- And so is Mum.
This was donated to the toy box at the clinic, but I thought Deka might make use of it, given her interest in all things medical.
Deka is not here.
She's leaving on the boat with a chaperone.
She's going back to Somaliland? Deka didn't say anything about leaving.
She didn't know.
None of us did.
My mother decided it.
There was a ticket.
And And it was time.
She's gone to be cut.
How could you? How could you let her go when you could've died from what they did to you?! You're going to live with the damage for the rest of your life.
Do you really want the same for Deka? Do you really want some man to pin her down and cut and sew her closed? Is that what you want, Mrs Farah? My name is not Mrs Farah.
In my country, a woman does not take her husband's name -- she is her own person called after her own family line.
My name is Nadifa Ghedi Jama.
And no man would dare cut me or my sisters -- the person who holds a knife is a woman! The person who calls Deka back to be cut is a woman! Her own mother who loves her, who wants her to be respected, to be clean, and to find a good husband.
And to be those things .
she must be cut.
She will not be scared.
She is braver than me.
'Deka was escorted back to her homeland 'where her family were waiting and she was cut, 'like generations of women before her.
' See you after my holiday! Dr Turner! I hoped we'd see you.
I'm Nurse Barrington, but everyone calls me Barry.
What would you like to be called while you're with us? If you don't mind, and if I'm allowed to choose .
I'd just like to be called by my name, which is Cynthia.
'There are so many secret wounds, so many types of hidden scar.
'Nadifa, in time, decided that her own little girl 'would not be circumcised.
'It was a bold step and it took courage 'like every new journey.
'The soul, being stronger than we think, can survive all mutilations 'and the marks upon it make it perfect and complete.
' They can give her artificial legs, already? Roehampton's working with a number of Thalidomide children.
Just tell them, "Yes.
" This isn't funny, Valerie! Christopher's obviously involved with someone else! And I don't want 'em taking her anywhere where they think she's a freak that needs fixing! If we don't let them try and mend her, then her life's over before it's begun! Nurse Crane should stand down from duties until the situation is resolved.
If you caused harm to someone else would it not make you question everything your life has come to stand for?
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