All language subtitles for Call The Midwife S08E08

There are nights so dark that
the dawn is not merely distant

but beyond imagination.

Oh...

These are the hours
where grief lives,

where fear rules,

where truth lies exposed...

like a wound.

Hope hides, peace is for others.

The minutes extend,

repeating the distress of
the hours that went before...

and every thought
begins and ends in silence.

♪ And so will I go
to thine altar... ♪

Valerie?

You didn't come to bed.

What was I going
to do there? Sleep?

I wasn't exactly in the
Land of Nod myself.

We're going to have to
report what happened.

To Sister Julienne?

Absolutely to Sister Julienne.

And then to the police.

Have a good day at school.

Go to work on an egg,

as they say in the
magazine advertisements!

You don't have to do all this!

You were up in
the night with May.

May was as right as rain after a
spell on the sofa and a hot drink.

I think it's the trauma
of her impending move.

It's upsetting me,
and I'm a grown man.

Here's the sauce.
I've already shaken it.

Patrick, we have no choice but to
wave May off with smiles on our faces,

because that is the
best thing for her.

Of course it is.

And I've decided that we
need to look to the future.

The maternity home
needs its own incubator.

I'm launching a
fundraising drive,

and the first event is going to be a
dance called the Ballroom of Hope.

Are you booking the
Hammersmith Palais?

No, the Institute.

Eat your eggs.

Sister Hilda, there's a new
patient for the district round.

Julie Shroeder, 43
Menton Road, aged 17.

She's just been discharged
from St Cuthbert's

after treatment for
Hodgkin's disease.

Hodgkin's?

Poor lamb.

17 is awfully young
to be fighting cancer.

Sadly, there's now nothing more can
be done for her, in terms of treatment,

but she has some burns
following her radiotherapy,

and we can help with dressings.

Sister Julienne...

there's something Nurse Dyer
and I need to discuss with you.

Fred!

They're sending Reggie home!

There's been an outbreak
of whooping cough,

and they don't
want him to catch it.

You know he never
does well with his chest.

I wasn't expecting to
see him till Christmas!

Yes, but they've already
put him on the coach!

What if he gets to the station
before we can be there to meet him?

Come on, we're late.

I don't know how you like it, Sister,
so you can help yourself to the jug.

I've been dying for you to tip up
just so as I can have a sit-down.

You should seize all the rest you
can get with both hands, Mrs Shroeder.

How many little
brothers have you got?

They don't stand still long
enough for me to count.

Eh, you poor darling.

These radiation
burns look so sore!

They are sore.

Hello, love.

Ah, we have company.

I forgot my sandwiches.

Oh, they're on the twin-tub.

Spam and pickle.

He was a prisoner of war,
in case you're wondering.

Julie was five when we met...

and petrified!

She'd only ever heard
Germans being called the enemy.

I imagine you soon
became the best of chums!

Something like that.

Although... going to school
with a surname like Shroeder

wasn't much fun.

You Sisters, you
are midwives, too?

You have a word
with my Ena, huh?

She hasn't seen a
nurse in six months.

Six months?! We shall
have to take you in hand.

You must show me your
co-op card before I go.

And it was in the ambulance
that the foetus was aborted?

Yes.

I injected the girl with the
ergometrine immediately afterwards.

While she was still
pregnant, I wasn't able to.

All my life, she's had
an oven full of readies.

Pound notes. Ten-bob notes.

Never occurred to me to
ask where it came from,

or why it didn't run out after she
gave up her stall on the market.

And do you know how much
Miss Banley paid for the procedure?

Seven pounds.

Precisely seven pounds?

She said all the other
abortionists charge ten.

Some even charge guineas.

But not her.

It's all coming together
in the most splendid way!

There's a mirror ball
in storage somewhere,

and with plenty of crepe-paper
streamers, it should look most effective.

There'll be a number
of speciality dances,

including a spot waltz with
prizes and a pensioners' valeta.

What do you think?

I think it's the most
marvellous opportunity

to dispense with the trapeze-line
shift and run up some fabulous frocks!

I've rather missed
the cinched-in waist.

Me too!

On other people, obviously.

Excellent! But we
still need a judge

for Most Appealing Family
Pairing On The Dance Floor,

and someone to
organise the tombola.

I should be delighted
to oblige with the latter.

Organise the tombola?

For as Plato once observed,

"Arithmetic has a very
great and elevating effect,

"compelling the soul to reason
with regard to abstract number."

There's a call for
you, Nurse Dyer.

It's Sergeant Woolf.

A photograph! A
photograph, Trixie!

And I quote, "Something
from the family album,

"no more than two years old."

Can't the police take
a picture themselves?

A mugshot, that's what I said.

But they can't do that until
the person's been charged, so...

I need some scissors.

Your blood pressure is
spot-on, Mrs Shroeder.

But I'm not very
impressed with your ankles.

They're swollen.

Will you give over with
that cricket ball in the house?

Just cos their dad's a glazier,

they think it don't matter
if they smash the windows!

Four kids.

And a fifth on the way!

You wouldn't think it,
the way she carries on.

She won't rest, Nurse!

She won't eat liver.

She won't even knit.

Everyone in the
family way knits!

The layette is none of my
business, Mrs Shroeder.

But if you do not make
allowances for your health,

then neither will Mother Nature,

and you will end up on
the books at St Cuthbert's.

Not going back there.

Even the smell of that
place makes me gag.

Makes her gag, too. Don't it?

I dunno how I'm gonna get
her through the door next time.

Mum!

What if there isn't a next time?

Those doctors will
stop at nothing, Julie!

You say that, and Dad
says that, but what if...?

The only way there won't be a next
time is if you're cured once and for all.

Now eat that toast, I
don't want it wasted.

Yeah. That's her.

You've never seen Come Dancing
because it's past your bedtime,

but you're going to look just
like one of the pretty ladies

in a lovely sticky-out dress!

- Isn't that exciting? - Yes.

Can I have a dress?

Oh, May!

You'll have gone to live with your
new mummy and daddy by then.

You'll be having a
lovely time with them!

How about I make Dolly Molly
a frock the same as Angela's,

and then you can take her
with you, all dressed up?

Hope you're not going
to put me in handcuffs.

This has all been
very misjudged.

And I've got neighbours.

Sergeant Woolf.

Escort her to the car.

You took ages.

That's a bit personal, Reggie.

Come on, let's go and have
a gander at that dripping tap.

D'you want me to come with
you to say hello to some of them?

See if you can make friends?

I've got friends.

But it's just not here.

It's the sort of thing that
makes your blood run cold.

Young girl bent double...

blood running down her legs.

She'd been found down
the side street, collapsed.

And what did the
girl say to you?

All the way up the stairs,
she kept saying sorry,

that she'd tried to bring
on the miscarriage herself.

And why didn't you
call for an ambulance?

Because she was ashamed.

She was scared.

And she didn't want
the police involved!

Did the young lady describe
the implement she'd used?

Something sharp.

Something sharp
like... one of these?

Those instruments
are top quality.

I buy them in the chemist,
for lancing my carbuncle,

on medical advice.

I'm a great respecter
of medical advice -

that's why I sent for
my granddaughter.

Your granddaughter the midwife?

Who attended along
with her colleague,

also a midwife.

We have statements
from them both.

I thought a plant
might suit today,

for ease of transportation
once you're discharged.

I also called in at
Nonnatus House

and collected some
slacks and blouses for you.

Simple, easy garments
suitable for light exercise

within a convalescent context.

I haven't been ill, Miss
Higgins, merely immobilised.

When they let me out of here,

I shall be sprinting down the
Commercial Road like Ann Packer!

"When pastures fresh beckon
And new dawns the light

“Don't rush to be active
And pick up the fight

“Instead rest and be thankful

"You're now almost hale

"But let friends support you

"Remember - you're frail!"

I take it this is
Patience Strong.

No!

I wrote it myself.

Ah.

Gran!

Gran, open the door.
I know you're at home.

I know you pleaded
not guilty, Gran.

I read it in the papers.

You're gonna have to
go to court now and...

and I'm gonna
have to go to court.

I can't change what I did
any more than you can.

But promise me you'll stop!

Promise me!

I can't wait to see all the
frocks people are making!

I already need an extra supply of zip
fasteners in sugared-almond shades.

Right, off you pop.

Get these orders
in the post for me.

Oh, would you like half a crown,

to get some iced
buns for our elevenses?

No. Not really.

Oh! Well...

come straight back, hmm?

Where've you been, Fred Buckle?

Using the facilities.

Oh, you're always
using the facilities!

Reggie's not himself, Fred.

He needs jollying along.

Bringing out of himself.

I'm trying my best, Vi.

But there's nothing
coming back the other way.

It's normally so lovely
when he's at home.

Goodbye, little May.

Bye-bye.

Excellent, thank you.
Put that up straight away.

I've only just got the glitter
ball out of storage, Mrs Turner!

It doesn't want hanging
straight away - it needs cleaning.

If we don't put it
in position now,

we won't know if these
decorative streamers

are going to prove
effective, or even practical.

Mrs Turner, you can't
climb a ladder in court shoes!

I actually appear to be
doing so perfectly efficiently.

I take it your daughter
was instrumental

in you keeping your
appointment this afternoon?

She's been cracking
the whip no end.

We're going past the wool shop
on the way home, apparently.

Oh, no, Fred!

Any casualties?

Just the mirror ball.

And Fred's pride!

Present from Mrs Ena Shroeder.

Everything now
present and correct.

Are you getting in some practice

for when your new baby
brother or sister arrives?

I don't need to get practice
in for anything else, do I?

I'm never gonna have
a baby of my own.

You mustn't talk
like that, Julie!

I want to talk like that!

They told us at the hospital.

They said that the
treatment hadn't worked.

No doctor and no nurse
should ever tell a patient

there is nothing they can do.

Well, why shouldn't
they, if it's true?

Mum doesn't wanna believe ‘em.

Dad just goes along with it.

But I haven't got the choice.

I know.

Hello, Maureen.

What are you doing here?
You expecting another addition?

No, I'm not expecting
another bloody addition.

And I don't wanna buy
ballroom tickets either.

Elsie Dyer might be
your grandmother,

but she's got family
all over this borough.

She's my mother's aunt.

- ITknow...
- Oh! You know all sorts of things.

Valerie Nose In The Air,
Up My Own Backside Dyer.

Valerie Look At Me Swanning
Round With All The Nuns!

You might know a lot of
things about the human body,

but I don't s'pose
anyone's ever told you -

blood is thicker than water!

You stop this right now!

This is a clinic,
not a fish market,

and you are talking to
a uniformed professional

who is entitled to respect.

Iam, am I?

Cos I thought I was just
talking to a stuck-up turncoat

who's forgotten whose
side she's supposed to be on!

You heard me. I want
you out of that door.

Oh, welcome,
gentle sir. And enter!

I wouldn't leave this left
standing unattended, Sister.

You got two bottles of sherry and a
tin of pilchards left here for the tombola.

Come.

Are you absolutely certain the
hospital told both Julie and her family?

That's what Julie said
to me. And I listened.

Because it seems to me nobody
else wants to hear a word she's saying.

Good evening, ladies!

Oh!

Ah!

None of them were déshabillé
when I was summoned by the bell.

What in the good Lord's name
are you doing coming round here

without notice?

Mrs Theodore called a
prayer meeting at her house.

I thought you
might like to come.

Sister Frances!

Get that shopping list off the table,
and send him to Violet Buckle's with it.

Tell him to make himself useful!

Thread - machine twist 40,

one each of orchid, mid-orchid,

blue-green and light gladioli.

Netting starch.

How much netting starch?

Oh, Lucille didn't say.

But there is a lot of netting.

Oh, no. Oh, Mrs Buckle, no.

Erm...

Where do you keep
the handkerchiefs?

Erm...

initialled, lace and
fancy, third drawer down.

I know it's silly,

but, erm, Fred's
always been so...

cheerful up till now.

And Reggie, well...

usually, he's very
uncomplicated.

Mrs Buckle, I haven't seen
my mother for a year or two,

but she would always talk
about a woman's intuition.

And what I say is this.

Where men are concerned,

sometimes a woman's intuition
doesn't get her anywhere.

You need to let the
men talk to the men.

Let them sort it out
between themselves.

Hmm?

Knock-knock. Special delivery!

Oh, is that my gas and air?

This is oxygen, Mrs Shroeder.

And it's for Julie.

Oh.

It will help her with her breathing,
if she starts to feel unwell.

We'll have a practice with
the mask later on, poppet.

Oops! Sequin on the carpet.

No. Two.

Apologies, Mrs Shroeder.

Sister and I must've
brought them in on our shoes.

Can I see?

Oh.

Are these to do with that dance?

Nonnatus House is becoming
quite the frock factory!

I've always wanted
to go to a dance.

Twirl around under the mirror
ball, like you see in the films.

Before I was ill,
I was too young.

And now...

Well, it's just now.

I can see another sequin!

It's lying over there
like a tiny little star.

Do you know, Julie,

there really are plenty more spangles
and furbelows where that came from.

We'll have you turning every
head in the Ballroom of Hope.

Oh, no.

I can't dance.

I'll teach you.

I was a dab hand at the
foxtrot, before I took the veil.

Do you think the
doctor will let me?

I think you might find it's
just what the doctor ordered.

Corned-beef hash,
beetroot, or pickled cabbage.

The choice is yours.

Are you going out?

I've got a meeting with Mrs
Turner about the decorations

for the Ballroom of Hope, now that
we seem to be minus a mirror ball.

Here's ten shillings -
take each other to the pub.

You've never given me money to go
to the pub in four years of marriage.

Reggie's only to have shandy.

And I want the change.

As you'll doubtless be
performing only partial duties

on your return to
Nonnatus House,

I thought you
might like to join me

at the Townswomen's Guild
on Thursday afternoons.

I think you'll find I shall be
in harness every afternoon,

including Thursdays.

Sergeant Woolf!

- What an unexpected pleasure.
- Oh, please.

Aubrey when I'm
in my sports jacket.

Miss Higgins, have
you met Sergeant Woolf?

We are acquainted, of course.

Especially picked from
my own greenhouse.

How nice.

My father used to
grow chrysanthemums.

From the Cubs.

We had a
potato-stamping session.

Some of the lads
got quite creative.

Well, Miss Higgins
makes greetings cards -

perhaps we should ask her
to give them some lessons.

That's absolutely charming.

And such a well-chosen verse! I'm
a great admirer of Patience Strong.

No, Miss Higgins
wrote that herself.

- A poetess! - Oh!

One dabbles, Sergeant Woolf.

Well, what's up
with you, Reggie?

What's up with you?

Honest to God, man to man?

I've been having a bit of
trouble with me old waterworks.

You fixed that tap.

No, no, I mean, er, down below.

When I go to the
gents'. My bladder.

Oh! Go to the doctor.

Nah. It'll go away.

So what about you?

I miss my girlfriend.

You've got a girlfriend?

She's called Jane.

Is she pretty?

No. Beautiful.

Oh, Reggie! Can I tell Violet?

Eh, but not a word
about my waterworks, eh?

That was men's talk.

She'll be needing a pair of
dance shoes, too, Mr Shroeder.

I can't imagine the get-up
we're planning going very well

with a pair of brown lace-ups!

I'd rather she preserved her
strength than went out dancing.

Well, I shall delve into our
storeroom and see what I can find.

What a positively
doleful-looking Madeira cake!

I'm not saying I don't
like Madeira cake,

I'm just always glad
when I've had enough.

Before we say grace
and commence our meal,

I have two pieces of news.

Firstly, and most happily, Nurse Crane
returns to us the day after tomorrow.

At last! I'll make
sure her bed is aired.

And secondly...

I had a telephone
call from the police.

Teresa Banley will
not be giving evidence.

But her evidence
is absolutely vital.

She's not just the victim,
she's the complainant!

And with no complainant,
there's no case.

The charge still stands
against Mrs Dyer.

Miss Banley has been granted
a medical exemption certificate,

and her statement will
merely be read out to the court.

But can't anyone talk to her,

tell her just how important it is
that she tells her story in person?

I've been given this
information as a fait accompli.

The law will take its course and
we will not discuss this further.

What good is just reading
something out going to do?

A few words typed by a
secretary and read by a man!

You're women,
and you're midwives,

and you can describe
exactly what you saw.

If we do it well enough, I'L be
putting my own grandma behind bars.

And if Mrs Dyer had pleaded
guilty, you wouldn't have to do that.

And if the laws were different,

she wouldn't have needed
to run a sideline in abortion.

Why does it have to be
us who try to stop her?

Why should I
have to go to court?

Jane?

Jane?!

How could Reggie have
told you such a thing,

and all you bothered to find
out is that she's called Jane?

We don't even know her surname!

He told me she's got cheeks
the colour of pink ice cream

and she likes pansies.

But no, no surname.

What if it's all one-sided?

What if she's just someone
that he's seen somewhere?

She could be a member of staff,
and either he's got it all wrong,

or she could be
taking advantage!

I'm not happy about this at all.

Nonnatus House,
midwife speaking.

This is Mr Alfred Shroeder
of 43 Menton Road.

They don't care
who you are, Dad!

Just tell 'em Mum's in labour.

Right.

I've spoken to Reggie's
gardening supervisor.

He seems to know him quite well.

Jane is one of the residents.

And she's as sweet on
Reggie as Reggie is on her.

And, erm, she's like him, Fred.

Oh, good on him,
that's what I say!

I mean, we sent him there so
he could meet folk like himself.

I just hope it lasts.

I mean, if it's real.

I don't want him to be hurt!

No-one can go through life
without experiencing any pain at all.

I'd miss you if I
had to go away.

That's right, Mum.

You show those
contractions who's boss.

Back with you now, love.

I thought it would
hurt you more.

No.

Things only really hurt
when you're scared,

and I'm not scared.

I thought I'd pop in and
have a look at my star patient.

Your star patient's got a
patient of her own this morning.

Come and get this gown
on. We've got work to do.

Eh, Reg.

Basildon Bond!

No expense spared, eh?

And I've written our
address in the corner,

just to get you started off.

But then the rest of the
letter is for you to say

whatever it is you want to say.

Fred and I are just here to
help you with the spelling.

I'll start, "Dear Jane."

Very nice.

Then, "I love you."

No, no, no.

You gotta keep ‘em keen, Reg.

How about..."I
hope you're well"?

Nurse Anderson says
your wife is doing splendidly.

Tea, and a plate
of bread and butter.

There's absolutely nothing like it when
one's been up since the small hours.

When I was a child in Germany,

the smell of bread

could make my stomach clench...

like a fist.

It was other people's
bread, you see, not mine.

Hard times?

The economy had collapsed...

and the inflation came.

A loaf of bread cost
200,000 million marks.

My little sister, Berta,
she was so sick.

She was white as paper.

Her hands were
thin, like leaves.

She died with her
head on my shoulder.

So light...

I could scarcely
feel it resting there.

How old was she?

Five.

The same age as Julie
was when I met her mother.

I would look at Julie
and I would think,

"You are so well-fed.

"You are so warm."

I thought then that she
did not need my love.

But I think it more true that...

I could not give
Julie my love then,

and I cannot now.

But you could
give it to her now.

She needs it now.

Just as much as she
needs to feel normal and...

and dance underneath
a mirror ball!

Not that the latter will
actually be happening,

thanks to an episode of
clumsiness by the janitor.

I cannot discern whether
you are dusting or at prayer.

Whichever should be the case, I
deduce you are not succeeding.

Will I get better at it?

From experience, I would
advise that you will not.

But you will become
more patient,

and therein know true grace.

Sister Monica Joan...

may I talk to you?

Always.

Not here.

I've had enough.

I will have none of
that defeatist talk!

With your next push, we're
going to have baby's head,

and this whole room
is going to be rejoicing.

You keep it coming now.

Short, short, short
pushes, short breaths.

Yes!

Yes! We have a head!

Magnificent work!

Are you all right, poppet?

That's it! That's it!

Come on, Mum! Come on, Mum!

Well done, Ena!

You have a daughter, Ena!

Well done.

Do you want to hold her first?

Look at that!

My eldest and my youngest.

You two girls'lL be giving your
brothers the runaround for years!

We should let Dad in.

He's gonna love her.

Good morning, Reggie.

Nice flowers.

Thank you.

They were a gift
from a... a friend.

Mmm.

This for Dr Turner.

Ah.

Oh, and it's very,
very personal.

“Fred bladder sore. Fred sad."

Thank you.

I shall pass this on to Doctor.

You may...

return to the night of the
criminal incident in the bathroom.

I remember everything
that happened to that girl,

from the moment she knocked
on our door with her sister.

I remember us whispering, because
Sergeant Woolf was in the house.

I remember...

the blood on her legs...

the tears on her face...

and the smell of the
foetus as it came away.

It had festered within her.

She was ill with an infection.

I'd put money on it
being streptococcus...

if we were allowed to gamble.

But there's so much
we aren't allowed to do!

I couldn't shout, "Why?
How can this happen?"

I couldn't...

I couldn't ask what had
happened to the baby.

I couldn't...

demand that anyone be punished.

Punishment is not
ours to administer.

Can't the anger be ours to feel?

I was sent to clean the floor,
and nothing more was said.

What do you want to say?

That...

I know her name was Cath.

That she was beautiful.

That... she looked like a model,
in a dress the colour of lipstick.

And that...

there are women and girls that
have to do what she did all the time!

Afternoon, Fred!

What's brought you here?

Something a little
bird said to me.

Now, shall we eat these
pies while they're still warm?

I looked up what's been happening in
one of Sister Julienne's medical books.

Huh! She's a midwife, Fred.

Well, it wasn't a particularly
well-thumbed page.

But it frightened
the life out of me.

I mean, prostrate cancer?

People die of that.

Well, firstly, Fred, it's
prostate, not prostrate.

And secondly, if you're in pain
and struggling to pass urine,

there are plenty of other
things that could be causing it.

Will I have to have, er,
you know... examination?

Yes, but you survived
your Army medicals.

And at least you don't
get shot at if you pass.

Careful!

Sorry, Sister.

Sister Monica Joan,

Sister Julienne said the matter
was not to be discussed further.

You may obey Sister Julienne,

or you may obey me.

I am the elder of we twain,

and the orders I have
given are precise...

and urgent.

Cath went to live up West.

She was made for up West.

She had the legs,
which I never had.

And the yearning,
which I never had either.

I thought that,

after she got rid of the baby,

after she had to
have the operation,

I thought she'd come home.

But she has not.

She said she had to make
what had happened worth it.

She rings me sometimes.

But...

She says every time she sees
my face, she sees that bathroom.

That's right.

Just keep your knees drawn
up as much as possible.

Good man.

The prostate is a gland that
surrounds the neck of the bladder.

It's shaped like a doughnut and
about the same size as a walnut.

If it becomes inflamed,

it can cause all sorts of
bother with your waterworks.

And that's it!

What, that's it,
you're finished?

Yes.

Sit up when you're ready.

If there was any sort of growth
or tumour, I'd be able to feel it.

And I can't.

So I haven't got cancer, then?

No.

There is a bit of
generalised enlargement,

probably caused by an infection.

But your urine test
will confirm that,

and I'll prescribe some
penicillin in the meantime.

Thank you, Doctor.

Patrick, May's adoption
has broken down!

What's happened?

The father of the
family has had a relapse,

and they don't feel they're in a
position to give her the care she needs.

A Hong Kong Project worker
picked her up this morning,

and took her back
to the Mother House.

I don't know what Mother
Mildred's going to say about that!

Mother Mildred's already
called me and said plenty!

Well, have you sufficient
petrol in your car?

Service!

Good evening, ladies.

May I be of assistance?

Our response is
in the affirmative.

Wakey-wakey, little one.

Do you know where you are?

Home.

How's that?

Good morning.

Good morning.

I have been kept
apprised of events.

I take it Trixie's still
touching up her lipstick.

She found a ladder
in her stocking.

Badges on straight?

Yes, Nurse Crane.

You'll do.

Welcome back, Nurse Crane.

You'll find your Rolodex
is in satisfactory order.

I'll be at court today,

if you might hand out
the morning orders?

Of course.

You're coming with us?

Where would I be,
if not alongside you?

You were born into our hands.

Your trials are ours.

I fear you express
perplexity at our presence.

All will be made plain.

Trixie...

how's it come to this?

Sister Hilda reckons
she's overdone it.

Maybe she just needs
to stay in and rest.

This looks like anaemia.

Oh, well, then, she can
have a blood transfusion.

She's had loads of them!

I'm not having one today.

If you put me in hospital,
I'll miss the dance.

Miss Franklin, when you
arrived at the Black Sail

with your colleague, Miss Dyer,

what did you see?

I saw a girl I now know
to be Teresa Banley

lying on a table
and bleeding heavily

and a woman I recognised as an
acquaintance standing next to her.

Can you point out that
acquaintance within the courtroom?

I most certainly can.

She's sitting there.

Thank you.

Mr Clementson says he can
arrange for a transfusion today.

I'm ringing for an ambulance.

And I'm not having one if
it means I'll miss the ball!

Poppet, if we can't boost
those red blood cells of yours,

you won't be able to go at all.

They never said
that to Cinderella!

There were rodent droppings
on the floor, as well as blood.

And I remembered

that Mrs Dyer suffers from
an infectious skin condition.

Just a few months ago,

a young Poplar
woman had an abortion,

contracted streptococcus,
and then died.

She was called Jeannie.

And I'm not saying
her whole name

to protect her widower
and their children.

May I enquire as to how you became aware
of the case where the young woman died?

Did you perhaps read
about it in the press?

I didn't have to.

I was her Keep Fit instructor,
and she became my friend.

You weren't brought here
as Keep Fit instructor today.

You were summoned as a midwife,

to give your impartial,
professional account of events.

And I suggest to you, Miss
Franklin, that by raising the matter

of your late friend as part of
your evidence here in court,

you are not being impartial,

and you're not being
very professional either.

I don't know how they're
supposed to make people better

when they can't even
send an ambulance!

I'm going to drive
her there myself.

Cath?

Too much has gone
on behind closed doors.

Ithought I wanted it left there.

But when the Sisters
came to see me,

I realised other
people want more.

Now you do
everything they tell you.

The paint on those shoes
will be dry when you get home.

No, no, no, Ena!

She'll be back.
She will be back.

She won't be back for ever.

She won't be back to
live any kind of normal life.

She won't be back
to live any life at all!

I know.

Shh-shh-shh.

Can you point out the person
you engaged to carry out

the procedure in question?

Now tell us, in your own words, the
outcome of your experience at her hands.

I got an infection.

A fever.

I had to have a hysterectomy.

She'd damaged my womb
with whatever it was she used.

I never saw it.

I only know that it was sharp.

I've got a scar on my
stomach that's ten inches long.

Goes up all the way to my ribs.

The surgeon did that.

He had to.

But every time I
look at it in the mirror,

I think of her.

Every time I look in a pram,

every time I think about the
way I nearly ran up those stairs

into that back room,

thinking, "This is my way out of
the shame and the disgrace of it,"

I think of her.

And how I thought
that she was saving me.

Didn't seem such a lot
of money, seven pounds.

But it's a price I'll
never stop paying.

And that concludes the
case for the prosecution.

No further witnesses
will be called.

Valerie...

you don't have to testify.

Why? What's happened?

Your Honour, I have now received
fresh instructions from Mrs Dyer

in relation to
her original plea.

May I ask that the
indictment be put to her again?

Very well.

Mrs Dyer.

What do you plead?

Guilty.

- That's bloody criminal!
- Order! Order!

Six years, Val...

Six years.

It's almost the maximum.

I reckon he took
a bit off for my age.

The light in there
was very unbecoming.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

It isn't anybody's fault.

This is the way
the world works -

a toss of a coin

deciding whether
you get what you want,

or what you deserve.

You don't deserve
six years, Gran.

Good of you to say.

According to my solicitor,

there are 44 prisoners in
my line in Holloway alone.

I don't reckon I'll be
getting stuff chucked at me.

Women came looking for you.

Women paid you. I know that.

And you know what else?

Until you girls, with all your
training and all your learning,

sort something out with
the men who make the law,

there'll be names being whispered
and money changing hands

in every back street in England!

Because when lives go
wrong, we can put them right.

I can't put mine right, not now.

Maybe it doesn't matter.

Maybe it's for the best.

One way or another...

we're all just
crying for the moon.

Ladies, if you'll
allow me to say so,

you all look
absolutely spectacular.

Although I think I preferred
you in your petticoat.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm delighted to welcome you all
to the Ballroom of Hope tonight.

As the money you're so
very kindly helping us to raise

will be going towards
a brand-new incubator

for our maternity home,

Dr Turner will be announcing

most of the speciality
numbers this evening.

However, the very first dance

is one in which he will
be taking part himself.

So I am inviting you
to take your partners

for the Fathers and
Daughters Waltz!

May I have the
pleasure of this dance?

Yes, you may, Dad.

Gathered together,
we find our light.

And each spark
shifts and multiplies,

scattering its radiance
on our ordinary lives.

Like everything precious,
more valuable when shared.

Like every common miracle,
made of the stuff of stars.

Hello, Jane.

Hello, Reggie.

Your favourite.

Yes.

Let the light shine.

Watch for it falling
on each other's faces.

Count the beams, catch them,

let them be reflected back.

See the hope, see the promise.

Never hide your
fears in silence.

Listen to those you cherish.

Hold them in your arms.

Let them hear your heart.

Tell your truth.
Tell your story.

Tell your love.