Call the Midwife s13e06 Episode Script

Series 13, Episode 6

MATURE JENNIFER: There is always
so much that we do not know.
For every fact we have
at our disposal -
the date on the calendar,
the safe route home -
there are a thousand more
that we must learn.
Who is it that needs us?
How can we help?
Where is our journey taking
us, and why?
Which tools should we carry?
And how do we deploy them?
It can be a lifetime
before the questions cease.
And when silence comes,
it is not because we now
have all the answers.
It is because the answers do not
matter any more.
There is only the truth,
and it is absolute.
Oh, go on, Sister,
have a word for me, will ya?
Alas, I cannot interfere.
Nurse Crane is in charge of the roster.
If you would like
to leave duty early next week,
you will have to take it up
with her directly.
If you're putting your head
on the chopping block,
I hope it's for something exciting.
There's going to be a massive Raise
the Roof meeting, biggest yet,
campaigning for better pay for nurses.
If anything, it's a noble
reason to take time off.
Well, I'm not sure Nurse
Crane will see it that way.
- Tea, Sister?
- Oh, no. Not for me.
Hot water, with a snifter of lemon.
Good for the vocal cords.
A must, as I shall be leading
the summer singing school,
culminating in a performance
at St Oswald's.
What a delightful way
to end the summer holidays.
Now I've got coffee on my sleeve!
Poor thing. She's a bag
of nerves about the exams.
I don't blame her.
Failing the exam is a ghastly
setback for any pupil midwife.
Some of them never recover from it.
We must hope they all pass.
I'll sign the death certificate.
You collect it whenever you feel ready.
And then you can talk
to the undertakers.
You really have done
a remarkable job, Gladys.
I was never going to put him in a home.
Devotion is the balm
that eases life's great pains.
It works both ways.
He used to rush home,
put me to bed every night.
And now
Has he?
Why? Why didn't you wake me?
You've got West Ham scouts
coming to training today.
I want your head firmly in the game.
Come on, now.
Tears are just time-wasters.
I'm sorry, May.
You'll have to stay home
until you're fully recovered.
Come on, Angela, sweetheart!
Thanks very much.
Ah, Mrs Turner, delighted to see you
looking so bonny.
Oh. I've brought sustenance for the
children - and our repertoire.
Three beautiful hymns,
one of which will be sung in a round.
- A round?
- Mmm.
That's all going to be ever so
complicated for the children.
And coordinating it
will be very tricky for us.
That is the whole point.
We shall all be challenged.
Challenge is life's great teacher.
Stops us all from getting lazy.
What on earth?
Little lambs, who do you belong to?
Oh, my goodness.
Whatever's the matter?
There are two very young
children in the church.
They've been abandoned.
They've been left by their mother.
She begs someone
to look after her children.
Oh Come on, children.
My name is Sister Veronica.
I just want to make sure
that you are all right.
A biscuit there.
And for you.
Let's take this off.
It says in the letter
that your name is Tommy.
Is that correct?
You were brought here by your mummy?
Where is she now?
The children will start arriving
for the singing school soon.
The rehearsal will have
to take place elsewhere.
We need the police here. Urgently.
There's no need to dispose of all
these medical aids right away.
It's no use to us now Dad's gone.
We need all the space
we can get around here.
My eldest's expecting her fifth.
Well, at least let us take
some of it away for you.
It appears we have
a scholarship girl in our midst.
Only for a term, Sister,
until my dad lost his job.
We needed the extra income
and I started working.
Dad was gutted. He was desperate for
me to stay at school.
But I took to debt collecting
like a duck to water.
It's like he was never here.
In the wake of loss,
however foreseen,
it is wise to pause
and grieve with those we love.
Never paused in me life,
and I ain't planning on it now.
Besides, there's debts need collecting.
You're not going to work now?
Just going to change my drawers.
In my line of work,
things can get feisty.
Last thing I want is to be
carted off to the hospital
wearing undergarments
that have seen better days.
It ain't seemly.
Is it wise to lend to those
unable to repay?
Oh, I make sure they do, Sister.
We've had to move
the singing school rehearsal.
Is there any chance
we can use the parlour?
Of course. You're most welcome.
Oh, thank you.
Come on, children.
I believe you know child
welfare officer Cyril Robinson.
I'm WDC Grayson.
I'm taking over the case.
How are the boys, Dr Turner?
They've got nits,
a smattering of scabies.
And the baby has a nappy rash.
But they're not underweight
and there's no sign of injury.
Someone has been doing their best
to feed and care for them.
We'll get them placed with
an emergency foster family.
I take it there's been no luck
finding the mother?
No. This is a clear case
of child abandonment.
It's a crime, and we'll be
pursuing the case as such.
My name's Cyril.
I heard you drove here in a police car.
I used to fix cars like that.
Once, I even tried the siren.
Now, when we get to the chorus,
this side is going to sing,
"Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing."
And this side is going to sing
the full chorus
starting with, "Sing hosanna."
Shall we try that?
One, two, three!
Give me oil in my lamp
- Keep me burning
- Sing
- Give me oil in my lamp
- Sing
- I pray
- Sing
- Give me oil in my lamp
- Sing
- Keep me burning
- Sing
Keep me burning
till the break ♪
This is all the boys'
paperwork from the station.
Dr Turner's report is in there, too,
as are the medicines he's prescribed.
He suggests keeping the boys away
from the other children
until they're better.
Little loves. I'll get them
into some nice clean clothes.
I've got some old bits they can wear.
We can always roll up the trousers.
Mrs Simms will be looking
after you both for a while.
I'll be back tomorrow.
Does that sound all right?
God, I hope someone comes forward
and claims them.
Otherwise, two of them, so little?
There's a real danger
they might get split up.
Come here! If I lend you money,
you'll pay what you owe.
Three pounds!
And be quick about it.
Well, what do you think?
I need to look stylish
when we pick up the car later.
I'm going for Lorna in The Italian Job.
Who was on the telephone?
Oh, it was my my mother.
She asked me to attend
a special Aylward Estates
board meeting this afternoon.
She said
it's very important
that I'm there.
Goodness. Sounds urgent.
What's it about?
No idea.
Ha Well, hopefully, you
can meet me at the dealership.
4.30 sharp. I want you
to be my first passenger.
Better get ready for work.
The newspapers are calling
them the "red ribbon boys".
Poor little souls.
I'm here for the paperwork
so I can collect
Dad's death certificate.
It can still come as a shock to see
it all written down so baldly.
Oh, no. Um
No, it's not that, Doctor.
Was there something else?
We were going to send
a search party out for you!
- Work started two hours ago, you know.
- Apologies, Mr Reid.
I went straight
to the magistrates' court
to get a place of safety order
arranged for the abandoned boys.
I'm also going to call
all the Irish families
we have on our books. Someone might
know something.
Word to the wise.
If you want to contact
every Irish family
from here to Donegal, you go for it.
But remember, you've other cases,
too, and lots of them.
It's up to you to find time for it all.
How long has your abdomen
been like this, Mrs Bell?
I'm not sure, Doctor.
When did you have your menopause?
A couple of years ago,
maybe three.
I didn't take much notice.
Why didn't you come sooner?
It's not really my scene, being ill.
I don't have time for any of it.
Well, you'll be needing
to find the time now.
I am making an urgent referral
to gynaecology at St Cuthbert's,
and I want you to go straight there.
What, now?
This is important.
We need to find out
what we're dealing with.
Something is causing this and we
need to know what it is.
It could be ovarian.
Perhaps one of your family could
meet you at the hospital.
No, I'm fine.
It's a lot of nonsense about nothing.
Thus bringing the total financial debt
you have accumulated
in the company's name
to a figure well in excess of £250,000.
You have brought Aylward
Estates to the brink of ruin.
And only the emergency reserve
and a sizeable donation from your
mother, Lady Aylward,
has kept the company afloat.
What do you have to say?
Simply that the company
was not in the best of shape
when I inherited it, or at least
inherited my father's role,
and that I did everything
I could to reverse its decline.
You did your best, in other words.
Absolutely my best.
Nevertheless, we are now obliged to
take a strong stance
to reassure our clients.
As a result, you are to be
immediately struck
from the board of Aylward Estates.
I anticipated that.
And I respect the board's decision.
And I'm afraid there are
other measures required.
Your salary from the company
will be stopped forthwith.
- Mother
- Matthew, please don't plead with me.
I found the situation in that
room extraordinarily trying
and don't need matters
to be made worse.
The board's decision is final
and cannot be overturned.
I wasn't planning to ask for clemency.
I simply wanted to apologise
Your foolishness with the premature
sale of the warehouses
and unwise investment
is best left undiscussed.
I wish I could turn back time.
To what end?
You were a lovely, kind-hearted child.
And you are a lovely, kind-hearted man.
That's nothing to be ashamed of.
I'm just sorry we've all paid
such a high price.
I'm not convinced this is
a gynaecological concern.
Please take Mrs Bell
straight up to the third floor.
She'll need an abdominal aspiration
as a matter of urgency, please.
No, you're all right.
I need to be getting back.
I'm planning my dad's funeral, you see,
and there's my work.
My family rely on me.
I'm sorry, Mrs Bell.
You won't be going anywhere.
I believe you may be looking at
something very serious indeed.
JOYCE: This list is like
the Who's Who of Poplar.
Each division of Raise
the Roof is making lists
of prominent local people or businesses
to canvass for support
for better pay for nurses.
Gosh, I forgot Buckle's.
I'll speak to Violet tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow morning you will be focused
on your district round.
I've already agreed to cover
your time away next week.
I hope not to have to cover any more.
We join our reporter
The foundlings are on television!
WDC GRAYSON: The oldest child
cannot give us
any relevant information
about their circumstances,
but he repeatedly asks for his mother.
We urge her, or any relative,
to come forward.
REPORTER: What sort of woman would
do this to her children?
How about an exhausted
one? Or a sick one?
She may have been both.
Women can do the unthinkable when
they're desperate.
It's been happening
since time immemorial.
Moses himself
was entrusted to the river
and the care of those who knew him not.
He was raised by a royal family.
I doubt that's going to happen
to these poor scraps.
Matthew, where have you been?
I waited at the showroom for two hours!
And what's worse, they said they
didn't have a Sunbeam Imp
or any car at all
under the Aylward name.
- You have to call and complain!
- Trixie
- There is no car.
- What?
There There were problems
at the point of order.
What sort of problems?
A problem you couldn't fix?
I can fix most things, can't I?
But I can't make this better.
Believe me, I've tried.
And I've failed.
Do you want to tell me what's happened?
I kept hoping that
..I could make it right
that you'd never have to know.
But I think I have to now.
I've made a complete and utter mess
of the business.
My father had his own way
of doing things,
but I'm not him.
I took risks.
I made
stupid investments.
And all the time,
at the back of my mind,
thinking, "If I can make this work
"..he would be proud of me."
Instead, I've lost
everything he worked for.
You can't lose a business
like Aylward Estates.
It's been in your family
for generations.
That fact has been pointed out to me.
Well, what are you going to do?
Have you discussed this with the board?
I'm not on the board any more.
I'm not on the payroll either.
And I'm out of a job.
And I'm broke.
We're broke.
We're married.
"For better, for worse
"For richer for poorer."
Do you remember that?
- Oh, excuse me!
- ROSALIND: No, it's fine.
I didn't realise it was occupied.
No, I wasn't
I was just studying!
I didn't want to keep Joyce
awake with the light on.
At this time of night?
Why are you so worried, lass?
Your written work is decent enough.
It's not so much the exam
but the viva -
having to answer questions
from a whole panel of people,
all trying to poke holes in my work.
It's simply to ensure
you can explain your thinking
and argue your case.
That's just it!
"Don't answer back"
was essentially the motto
- of my childhood.
- Hmm.
I suppose that comes with being a
headmaster's daughter.
Well, where I grew up,
if you didn't fight back,
you didn't survive.
I, for one, have never been
backward in coming forward.
Perhaps I can help you.
But how?
Do you have any gym clothes?
What are the lobes
on the maternal side
of the placenta called?
What is the point of this,
other than reminding me
of how unfit I am?
Your brain is putting too much
pressure on the right answer.
Exercise distracts it.
We are going to train
your brain to be ready
for anything in that viva.
Now, those lobes?
Coty Cotyledons?
Oh, you sure you don't want to join us?
Save yourself while you can!
Gym shorts aren't really my style.
Right, jumping jacks!
Now, go the bathroom
and see if you can wash
your own face
with a flannel, ready for Nanny coming.
I keep thinking about his future
and how different it's going to be
from everything we planned.
You're going to have to put a brave
face on it in front of him.
Jonty doesn't know anything
about money, or schools,
or holidays abroad.
What he does know about
is the difference
between a happy father
and a miserable one.
And at least we won't be
uprooting him and moving.
You mean, we won't be moving to the
new apartment in the Barbican?
I'm no longer mortgageable, Trixie.
Mortgageable? But you own
this flat outright, don't you?
I only own the lease.
And it expires in five years.
I didn't know that.
Nevertheless, five years is five years,
and we have security of tenure while
we get back on our feet.
Some people would give
their right arm for that.
And if I'm mixing up too many body
parts, you'll have to forgive me,
because I really do have
quite a lot to do today!
St Cuthbert's have sent over
Gladys Bell's results.
Hand-delivered and marked
for your urgent attention.
Now, I'm experimenting with
a new type of instant coffee.
Thus far, I'm unimpressed.
"Which cannot be treated
with curative intent".
A humbling reminder
that cancer may strike
even the strongest among us.
And we may never know why.
Not in Gladys's case.
The type of cancer she has
is only caused by one thing.
Gladys's illness
was probably avoidable.
You could have played
in the league, Doctor.
Once upon a time,
before my knees gave out!
I've come to see your mother.
How's she doing?
Fiercer than ever since they cured
her at the hospital.
Since they cured her?
We were worried
she might be seriously poorly.
But when she went
for the results this morning,
it turns out she's completely fine.
I think I'd better go in.
He impressed the West Ham scouts.
They reckon next year
he'll make his debut.
I'm buying a season ticket.
Gladys, your consultant
at St Cuthbert's
Did he go through your
results with you this morning?
He did.
According to him, it'll start
to get worse pretty fast.
He's got it wrong, though -
about all of it.
It's a really rare kind
of abdominal cancer,
almost always caused
by exposure to asbestos.
And that is how I know I ain't got it!
I have never been anywhere
near that stuff!
Gladys, you are really poorly.
And nobody can help me.
That's what he said,
the doctor in the hospital.
You can't be cured.
But we will help you,
and we will care for you,
all the way through the
coming weeks and months.
How many months?
We never know for certain.
But I'd say quite a few.
Now, maybe more,
if you meet this head-on
and don't try to pretend
it isn't happening.
Well, how does that work, then?
One thing is,
it seems that you're eligible
to join a study being conducted
into asbestos-related cancers.
I may be able to get you in
to see them today -
unless you need time to think about it.
Time's something I ain't got much of.
I'll go.
But on one condition.
You don't tell my kids -
not about the cancer,
not about me going to die.
They've got things to do.
And I want 'em to be happy.
TRIXIE: Oh, I shan't have to
do my keep-fit exercises later.
This is exercising
every muscle I possess.
My muscles haven't recovered
from Nurse Crane's jumping jacks!
I bet you're counting the days
till you get your new car.
I thought you were
picking it up yesterday.
Things didn't quite go
to plan in the showroom.
Gosh. What's happening over there?
MAN: Nurse! Nurse!
Can you give us a hand?
TRIXIE: There must have
been an accident.
Sweetie, can you hear me?
What's your name?
- We're here to help you, Deirdre.
Higher, Sister.
I can barely read it.
What's all this?
Sing hosanna, sing hosanna ♪
The children are finding singing
Give Me Oil In My Lamp in a round
somewhat challenging, so I shall be
holding the lyrics up
during the performance. I just want
to make sure I've got them right.
Sing, sing, sing ♪
You've missed out a "hosanna".
Oh, so I have! Sister,
we shall have to start again.
We shall do no such thing!
I am at a critical juncture
in Frankenstein.
I can spare no more time
assisting you
in this harebrained scheme!
The baby's heartbeat sounds strong.
Do you know how close you are to
your due date, Mrs Torpy?
22nd of August.
It's the 26th today.
Your own heartbeat is quite rapid
which makes me think
you're probably anaemic.
I do wish you'd tell us
where you've been
while you've been pregnant
what sort of care
you've been able to receive.
Dr Turner
I've seen pictures of them pinned up.
I've seen them being called
the the red ribbon boys.
But they're my boys,
and I couldn't look after them.
Are they all right?
Please God
Please God,
say they're all right. Please.
With her health as it is,
she's not in a good condition
for the demands of labour.
And if she's as overdue as she says
The baby could arrive at any time.
Let's start treatment for scabies
and an iron infusion immediately.
And a high-calorie diet
of Complan will help, too,
and sedatives at night.
St Cuthbert's will need to send a
psychiatrist for an evaluation.
In my opinion, Mrs Torpy appears to
be in a deep depressed state.
Well, she's clearly found herself
in a terrible situation.
No doubt the police
will want to interview her
once they get word that she's here.
No police until I say so.
Why don't you run Deirdre a bath?
It's a start, if nothing else.
I tried to keep clean.
A bath will make you feel
so much more comfortable.
They always say, don't they, that
cleanliness is next to godliness?
I thought if the children
were spotless,
God wouldn't lose sight of us,
God might help.
Nobody doubts
you did the best you could.
And nobody, not even me,
really knows how bad things were
or how much
you had to struggle.
What happened here?
My husband hit me - with a belt buckle.
I took the children with me to the
hospital to get it stitched.
And I never went home again.
It would have been them next.
I left Dublin the next day and
the hospital, it's
it's not what they say,
it's what they don't say.
I felt so ashamed.
Nobody is going to make you
feel ashamed here, Deirdre.
I promise you that.
Why does it say "industrial"?
Most commonly,
asbestos-related diseases,
whether in the lungs or the stomach,
are a result of exposure at work.
I work with people, not asbestos.
You know that, Doctor.
But you may have come into contact
with it without knowing.
And that's the sort of thing
that this study
is trying to investigate.
Sing hosanna
Sing hosanna ♪
..Sing hosanna
to the King of Kings.
Sing ♪
Stay on the "sing"!
Give me oil in my lamp
To the verse!
Give me oil in my lamp ♪
Ow! Don't worry.
..Give me oil in my lamp,
keep me burning
Keep me burning
till the break of day! ♪
From your answers, we're
hard-pressed to connect your work
to any of the asbestos sites known
across this part of London.
What about your parents?
Your father?
Dad? He was a drill operator
at the roofing factory
down on Verger Street.
But they shut that down
in between the wars.
I'm afraid the drill operators,
such as your father,
were drilling into asbestos.
He would have had no idea
it was bad for him.
None of the workers did.
Many would go straight home
to their wives and children afterwards.
My dad, he'd rush home
and put me to bed every night.
He'd still be in his overalls.
Which were probably
covered in asbestos dust.
We don't have any cases on the study
of secondary exposure
affecting the peritoneum as yet.
You'd be an excellent candidate
for trialling
the colloidal gold injections.
Will they cure me?
There's a possibility
that they could prolong
your life by several months.
Several more months of what?
Pain? Vomiting?
Getting my kids to have
to lift me in and out of bed?
Gladys, we can go through all of this.
No, thank you, Doctor.
I am exhausted.
I ain't got the fight left in me.
I don't want any treatment.
I'm done.
That is my final word.
Nurse Clifford told me
about the injury to your back
which was caused by your husband.
Did you ever tell the police about it?
And what would they have done
that wouldn't have made it worse?
I did what I thought was best
and put the Irish Sea between me,
the kids and him.
I must have been expecting when I left.
I knew you could
terminate over here,
that it's not a crime.
But I didn't know where to go,
or how to find out.
And I'm glad.
It would have been
a wicked, wicked thing to do.
It must have been very hard,
on your own in a foreign country.
You could have come
to the welfare office.
We exist to help people who have
nowhere else to turn.
I kept thinking our luck might turn,
that I could somehow work us out of it.
But I couldn't.
And all the time,
the little one was getting
nearer and nearer.
And one day, I
I couldn't make the rent,
and the landlord gave me notice.
So you left the boys at the church?
When we were walking
through the market, I
I saw the roll of ribbon
lying in the gutter.
Nobody saw me pick it up,
just like nobody saw me
leave them there.
I thought my heart would stop
that I would stop.
Stop walking.
Go back.
Not leave them.
But I had to get them
somewhere better.
All we had otherwise
was the streets. And
I love them.
I love them so, so much.
I don't doubt that for a moment.
And we will do everything we can
to get the very best solution for you.
Can I Can I have them back?
And can I keep this one when it comes?
Nothing is going to be
decided today, Deirdre.
Mr Robinson needs to go
away and write his notes.
Nurse Franklin's with her
now, giving her a sedative.
The boys are on course to be moved
to more permanent fostering.
And I can't see Deirdre being able
to take care of them for a while,
all things considered.
What about the new baby?
Can't she get some sort of
help with it?
Right now, my great fear is that
Deirdre's of no fixed abode,
physically unwell
and suffering from depression.
She might simply fail to cope.
Is it your decision to make?
I'm just part of
the decision-making process.
I'm not sure that makes it any easier.
Oh. I see you're keeping Nurse
Clifford at the maternity home.
Yes, I want to keep Rosalind
with that poor lass they found.
This case will require resilience.
Rosalind has everything she needs
to make a fine midwife,
but she lacks confidence -
always looking for affirmation
from her elders.
What will she do
when she's out on her own?
If she's to find her feet anywhere,
it has to be on the battlefield
in a complicated case like this one.
You said they had cured you.
Well, I was lying.
There is no cure.
I've only decided to come clean
because I need
to get my house in order.
I do not want to see any tears.
Do you hear me?
I want to make sure
that you're all provided for
as much as I can.
And you
You keep going to football practice.
As long as I'm still alive,
what I say still goes.
How is this little one today?
Still not interested
in making an appearance?
I'll tell you something - I'm
feeling some good strong kicks.
They woke me up, those kicks.
It was the most wonderful
feeling in the world.
Look how beautiful they are.
God knows I'm trying so hard
not to fall in love with mine,
but I can't help it.
I want to keep it so very much.
I want us all to be together.
A proper family.
Me, the baby
and my boys.
Then we shall have
to do everything we can
to convince everyone
of how capable you are.
Absolutely. Thank you so much.
I think I may have something
for you to smile about.
I suddenly remembered
Sir Randolph is a QC.
I've just spoken to him
and he said there may be
an opening at his chambers.
I cannot believe you did that!
Why not?
I said we'd find a way.
And not only
have I been looking for one,
I may very well have found one.
I haven't discussed this
with anybody yet, Trixie!
I need time to consider the situation,
plan how to get us out of it
with as much
dignity as possible!
And I find you've been running
around family and friends
- with a begging bowl behind my back?!
- Behind your back?!
You've been lying to me
about this for months.
I haven't been lying to you.
I've been shielding you!
I am your wife, Matthew!
You're meant to come to me
with your troubles!
We're supposed to share everything!
Not just the good times.
Not just a home, or a child or a bed.
We're meant to share it all!
We can't! We can't!
Money, for you,
is just something that
paves the way for happiness!
Your happiness in New York.
Your happiness when
you run amok in Harrods.
Your happiness watching me
save Nonnatus House
and rescue Lisbon Buildings.
I accept the comments about New York,
and Harrods.
But none of the rest of it
was done for me.
I didn't ask you to do any of that.
You did it all of your own free will!
Yeah, I did. I did.
And it made me a better man.
It just didn't make me a richer one,
or a wiser one
or teach me anything
but how bloody terrifying it is
- when the life you had evaporates.
- I haven't evaporated!
I'm still here!
There's still time.
Are you feeling unwell, Deirdre?
No, no. I'm grand.
Did you remember the sandwiches?
Lemon curd, just like you asked for.
I hope the boys don't eat them all.
Lemon curd's my favourite.
Look who's here!
How is my biggest wee boy?
The one who's been so brave and strong
and has looked after
his brother so well?
You said there was no cure
- for your cancer.
- There ain't.
So, what's this, then?
A letter from your doctor saying you
don't want some injections?
They'd only make me live a bit longer.
It ain't worth it.
How can you say that?
ROSALIND: Tommy and
Connor couldn't eat them all.
They'd only go to waste.
Do you want the last one?
No disrespect to lemon curd,
but I think it's probably
the worst thing
you could put in a sandwich!
Deirdre? What's the matter?
I'm grand.
Honestly, I'm grand.
Mr Robinson, can you come and catch
the children, please?
I really don't think you are.
That's it, Deirdre.
Nice, slow breaths.
Baby's not descended any further.
Mother's been in second-stage labour
for well over an hour.
It's as if her body is trying
to keep hold of the baby
for as long as it can,
while it's still hers.
This mother has been
through a great ordeal.
But mothers are surprisingly resilient.
What can we do to assist the delivery?
We need to rupture her membranes.
I agree.
we're going to help things
along by breaking your waters.
Heels to bottom now,
knees nice and wide apart.
This will only take a jiffy.
Oh, Lord
I need to push.
That's exactly the response
I was hoping for.
Ah, give us a hand with this,
will you, Phyllis?
It's all for the campaign.
More gimmicks.
I just don't see the point.
It's about solidarity -
standing by each other,
showing we're united,
a team, no matter what.
So no wrinkling your nose,
because I know
that's what you're about.
Otherwise, why else would
you have covered my work?
Or be helping Rosalind out
by putting her through your
Canadian Air Force routine? Hmm?
That's it, Deirdre.
You're doing a fabulous job.
Baby's head is resting
in Nurse Clifford's hand.
Now, Deirdre Now
On the next contraction,
slow, gentle pushes for us.
That's it!
That's it!
She's here, Deirdre!
You did it.
You have a gorgeous baby girl.
Oh, look at you.
You're so beautiful.
I promise
I promise I'll love you
and protect you.
I'll do things differently.
Whatever it takes.
It's a sprain, that's all.
And that's what comes
of scrapping with other lads.
None of you know your own strength.
Fighting! At football practice!
He's got a real chance at playing
for West Ham youth team
and he goes round thumping people.
Can I go now?
He's struggling, Gladys.
He's tough as old boots.
When you're so young,
every day is full of memories made.
He just wants more time with you.
Excuse me, young man!
I ain't crying!
We all weep.
Some of us just weep on the inside.
The bravest of us weep on the outside.
I used to think my mum was the
bravest person on the planet.
But she ain't. She's a coward.
I only want to step out onto that
West Ham pitch if she's there.
But she don't want to live
just a bit longer.
Not even for me.
- But
- No "buts".
I've taken all four of you off
the roster for this evening.
The exams are tomorrow.
Tonight is for rest or revision,
whichever you feel is most fitting.
Oh, and one more thing
Oh, sorry.
I didn't think
there'd be anyone in here.
I was going to have a bit of a practice
ahead of the performance.
Sister Veronica has quite
high expectations of us all.
I'm heading home.
I just came in for
a little quiet time with God.
Have you been thinking about
the abandoned children?
I've come to the conclusion
there's no perfect solution.
There never is.
I've seen that time and time again
with my own children -
including May, whose mother
couldn't care for her.
I joined social services
to help families.
Now I seem to be breaking one apart.
You're not breaking it.
You're finding the best way to fix it.
Solutions don't have to be perfect.
They just have to work.
You've come to take
her away, haven't you?
No, I haven't.
I've come to say
she can stay with you.
You promise me?
I need to talk you through the benefits
I've been able to arrange.
But I've also found a place in
supervised accommodation,
where you can ask for help
if you or your baby need it.
Just Just the baby?
What about the boys?
We have to see how you get on, Deirdre.
The welfare office needs to make
sure you're able to cope.
I will cope. I will.
You need to take this little by little.
You need to do your best with the baby.
You're talking sense. I know that.
And I'll do my best, too.
Sorry it took me a while
to come to the door.
Come in.
It's this stick.
I am not enamoured of my own.
It is, however, essential.
I used to walk down these
streets, people would cower.
Now they're getting out the way for me.
They feel sorry for me.
I hate it.
You are who you have always been.
"Beware, for I am fearless,
"and therefore powerful."
As a girl,
you underlined this passage many times.
As a girl, I always had my fists up.
But cancer's taken
all the power from me now.
Then you must take it back.
Go down as you have lived -
For one extra day,
one extra hour,
one extra second
with those you love.
I've popped in to see you
on my way home
and made you a plate of toast.
Do you want a piece?
- Any lemon curd?
- It's all gone.
I know the news that the
boys must stay in foster care
isn't what you wanted to hear
- but
- I needed to be told.
And I need to accept it.
I can't give Tommy and Connor
what they need, Nurse.
Not yet.
I'm just scared
that they'll forget me -
not because I want to be
missed, but because
I don't want them to be
scared if I do get them back.
We can write them a letter.
I'll give it to Mr Robinson
to read to them next time he sees them.
But I've got so much I want to say,
but it would take
all night to get it down,
and you've just finished your shift.
I've got all night
if you have.
Is there still a lot of work to do?
You'd think going broke
would just happen.
But, yes,
there is so much to resolve.
Show me.
So, we really do have nothing,
other than my wages?
At least Nonnatus House is safe.
Thank goodness
you signed the deeds over
to the order's name.
You did do that, didn't you?
I see from your notes that
you regularly seek affirmation
from the more senior midwife
during a birth.
How would you cope on your own?
By looking at the greatest
teacher in the room - the mother.
Her body tells you what she needs.
You just have to have
the confidence to listen.
Sister Veronica will come tomorrow.
And Mr Robinson will visit you
and the baby in a few days.
Thank you, Sister - for everything.
I came to England
looking for a fresh start,
and now I finally feel
as though I have one.
I always see a birth
as a new beginning.
It's usually here by now.
I don't know
Am I too late?
The results aren't in yet.
I feel sick. Maybe
I should have a cigarette.
You have both worked extremely hard,
and it has been a privilege
for us all to teach you.
Oh my!
We did it, child. We did it!
You have indeed.
And it is my very great pleasure
to offer both of you
permanent positions
at Nonnatus House,
should you wish to join us.
Gosh, if you'll have me, absolutely!
A million times yes!
As you know, my plan is to become
a hospital matron.
But for now, thank you.
It's a privilege to accept!
We passed, we passed!
Right, midwives, we mustn't be late.
Patients await!
Give me oil in my lamp ♪
..Keep me burning
Give me oil in my lamp,
I pray ♪
There is always so much
we can strive for.
Keep me burning
till the break of day ♪
- We can try harder.
- ..Sing hosanna ♪
Aim higher. Reach for more.
We must never stop questing.
We will feel better than this,
one way or another.
Sometimes, the balm is simply that
we tried to find a way.
We are stronger than we think
and less alone than we imagine.
We are all the answers
to each other's questions.
And we came here, together, to love
and learn to live.
- Can you have your own room?
- Bless you,
this isn't a hotel. Most of
the ladies like the company.
There has been a fantastic
turnip harvest this year.
I've done a deal
with Larry off the market.
Chester thinks he can raise
all the necessary capital.
So if we join forces,
I could see a return on my
investment within five years.
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