All language subtitles for Call the Midwife S08E02 Episode 8.2.DVDRip.NonHI.en.BBC

1964 brought new
energy to medicine.

An ever stronger sense
that people could be helped.

Things could be done.

Careful!

Sorry, Nurse.

There was change in the air,

but also a feeling
that the old ways

still held sway.

A hanging on.

A never letting go.

- Thank you, Mrs. Adler.
- Thank you.

I'll see you next week.

Keep up the good work.

That's the last of
the ulcer patients.

No sign again of
your Miss Millgrove.

It's the second treatment
session that she's missed.

Oh, that's worrying.

I'll add her to this
evening's house calls.

There's no need to
go looking for work.

You're already very
over-committed, Doctor.

Nurse Anderson,
please add Miss Millgrove

to your district
rounds this afternoon.

That's you told.

Of course. I'll
put her on my list.

Thank you, Nurse Anderson.

- Clinic!
- Thank you, Miss Higgins.

Ch-e-ese.

Thank you! It's a
very big day for us.

Nobody's interested
in our business!

Hey, it's not every
day the Aidoo family

applies for British citizenship!

- Come on, let's go!
- Let's go, let's go.

Mind out!

You're wasting
your time there, love.

No one's seen her for weeks.

She won't even come to the
door for the man from the council.

Pest man.

I've got mice in my floorboards and
mold in my walls because of her filth.

And they say it's the
foreigners who are dirty.

No offense.

Miss Millgrove? Nurse calling!

Excuse me? What's your name?

Maureen Parkin.

Well, Maureen, can
you run for a policeman?

I think something has happened
to the lady who lives here.

She was fine when
I was in earlier.

I fetch her groceries.

- That's very neighborly.
- Not really. She pays me.

Oh, don't tell me mother.

She wouldn't like
me taking money.

Listen, Maureen,

I won't tell your mother if you
tell me how you get that shopping

into Miss Millgrove's house.

Nurse calling.

May I come in?

I've been sent by Dr. Turner.

Miss Millgrove?

- Miss Millgrove?
- Is that you, girl?

My name is Nurse Anderson.

Please don't be alarmed.

I was concerned
for your wellbeing,

so I persuaded young
Maureen to let me in.

Be gone! I shall
send for the police!

I'm sorry, Miss Millgrove, but
you require medical attention.

And if you will not allow me to treat you,
I will be obliged to send for Dr. Turner.

You will not!

I will so!

This queue's
moving rather slowly.

I'd help you out, but Nurse
Anderson covering the district roster

- has left us terribly short-handed.
- Thank you.

But, really, I can manage.

Someone's feeling the cold.
- It's Master Aidoo.

He's off school with aches
and pains, apparently.

The last thing we need
is a dose of influenza.

I'll make a precautionary
foray with the thermometer.

No need. I've already
taken his temperature.

- Oh.
- No fever present.

And there's nothing
wrong with his appetite.

I tested it with two
digestives and a pink wafer.

Excellent use of initiative.

But you might want to
desist with the biscuit tin.

He'll be putting you
down as a soft touch.

And a sharp scratch.

I'll be as quick as I can.

Take all the time you need,
as long as I don't need to watch.

Oh, I know. Blood. Yuck!

I don't mind anyone else's but as
soon as I catch a glimpse of my own...

Were you anemic in your
last pregnancy, Mrs. Aidoo?

Yes. Just like this.
The same tiredness.

There's nothing in your notes.

Ah, we were living back
home when my son was born.

In Accra.

- Ah, the Gold Coast?
- Yes.

- But we're called Ghana now.
- Of course. Independence.

And you're taking the
tablets I prescribed?

Twice a day.

And my husband feeds
me brown beer and liver.

Good man.

Ah, finger on that for me.

I'm sorry. This treatment
is always rather painful.

Worse when it's being botched.

Do you have a nursing
background, Miss Millgrove?

The school room was my vocation.

But, as a young woman,

I served as a voluntary ambulance
driver on the Eastern Front.

Only I'd expect someone
with medical knowledge to know

the importance of keeping
doctors' appointments.

And of maintaining
a hygienic home.

My home is my business.

I'm afraid that's not so.

I have a duty to
inform the Welfare

Officer if I think
you're not managing.

I am managing!

I see you've made
efforts to dress your ulcers.

But your environment
is unsanitary.

And I can't imagine how you
find your way out to the bathroom

when nature calls.

Young woman!

You have a most
impertinent manner.

With respect, Miss
Millgrove, so do you.

I'll admit, I find the trek to
the lavatory rather a chore.

I can help with that.

For every problem,
there is a solution.

That's the first sensible
thing you've said all day.

It came in the first
post! I've been selected!

Oh, that's nice. Good for you.

Are we celebrating?

I've been chosen
to run for election

to the new Tower
Hamlets Borough Council.

Congratulations, Mrs. Buckle!

The man they chose first
took a turn and had to pull out.

So, here I am!
Vote Violet Buckle!

Oh, I shall reserve my decision

until I've had a thorough
perusal of your manifesto.

I don't put my cross in
the box for any old rubbish.

Well, you were the one who
wanted to go into politics...

And, then, after my round,
Mr. Thompson took me aside.

He told me I have
potential for advancement.

So, I asked him if I can be
considered for the supervisor's training.

- Did he say yes?
- No. But he didn't say no.

Hey, some of the men from
the sorting office have asked me

- if I'll try out for their football team.
- Football? You?

I know. But it makes
me one of the lads.

Here, I'll get that.

- You sit down, you should be resting.
- Hey, yeah.

Midwife calling!

Oh, Sister. Please, do come in.

No need for any
fuss. It's a flying visit.

Mrs. Aidoo, I'm
afraid your iron levels

are still lower than
Doctor would like.

He's arranged for further
investigations at St. Cuthbert's.

And the baby will need to be
delivered in the maternity home

rather than here in your flat.

But the tablets were supposed
to make my wife better.

Yes. I know. You have
been taking them, Mrs. Aidoo?

Only some women don't understand
the seriousness of anemia...

We understand perfectly.
We are educated people.

Please, forgive my husband.

He has a post-graduate qualification.
He's very proud of his achievements.

And so he should be.

You must be frightfully
clever, Mr. Aidoo.

Now, I shall
respectfully withdraw.

Not at school, young man?

He suffers from growing pains.

He'll be back in the
classroom tomorrow.

If he isn't, do take him to
be checked by Dr. Turner.

Of course.

Ah. Good evening, Sister.

I wonder if you've had any thoughts
about the upcoming election?

Oh, yes, Mrs. Buckle,
you are as Queen Zenobia -

about to conquer!

Improving and
developing leisure facilities

is at the heart of my manifesto.

We're all going to have
a lot more leisure time

when workers start being
replaced by machines.

I'd like to see a robot
trying to do any of our jobs.

Obviously, that bit
wouldn't apply to you.

Did I mention, erm,
dustbin collections?

At length.

And libraries, road
repairs, adult education,

the state of the
kiddies' play parks

and the paucity of safe crossing
places on our minor roads.

I know it seems
like small potatoes,

but it's the little things
that make a community.

It used to be that folk that lived
round here had family to rely on,

but Poplar's changing.

Old families are moving
out, fresh ones are moving in.

I want to make Poplar a place

hat feels like home to all
her residents - old and new.

That's how we build a community
that can thrive, and expand,

and be rich in
opportunity for all.

All those in favor of the
election of Mrs. Buckle, say "aye."

Aye.

Aye.

"Jane likes the dog
and Peter likes the dog."

Don't worry. Mamma's fine.

But can you be a big boy for me?

You know where Daddy is?

Can you run and fetch
him as fast as you can?

Come on, mate, you
can do better than that.

- You all right, mate?
- Yeah, sorry.

I just need a
minute. You carry on.

Son? Son, what's, what's the
matter? Where's your mother?

I'm hoping I can
clear her some space.

Maybe get rid of some
of the old tins of food.

Or start organizing her
huge collection of books.

That's very thoughtful of you. But
I'm sure you can find other ways

to spend your evening off.

I don't mind.

I know everyone thinks Miss
Millgrove is a terrible tyrant,

but I'm quite fond of her.

Sorry to interrupt, that
was Mr. Aidoo on the phone.

- His wife's gone into labor.
- That's my anaemic lady.

But I gave her
strict instructions

to go to the maternity
home at the first sign of labor.

I fear it's a little
too late for that.

Ah, well, if she's to deliver at home,
then Dr. Turner will need to attend.

- I'll inform him.
- Thank you.

Now, all I need is a second
in command. Nurse Franklin?

Yes, Ma'am.

- Nurse Anderson?
- Sister?

Nurse Anderson, I understand there
is a library in need of organization.

Without my assistance, I
fear it may fall prey to the

unimaginative strictures of
your Dewey Decimal System.

I've built a rapport with this
family, so I'll take the tiller.

Very well.

I'll just stand and
manicure my nails.

Oh, don't worry, I'll have
plenty of little jobs for you.

Thank you, Mr. Aidoo. You
may make yourself scarce.

Hot water and
towels, please, Nurse.

Hot water and towels,
please, sweetie.

- Help is at hand.
- I feel it.

Let's pop you on the bed.

You have no right to open
my house to all and sundry.

If we do not make an
impression on this chaos,

Welfare Services will be obliged
to find you a place in a home.

I have a home!

She speaks of an
old person's home.

Thank you, Sister.

Now, you were to make a list
of items that can be disposed of.

Thank you.

There is only one
item on this list.

You may remove
all tins of rhubarb.

Canned cannot
compete with fresh.

Newly cut and dipped in sugar!

With a sprinkle of salt.

A Scottish habit, perhaps.

Like too much Robert
Louis Stevenson.

No such thing.

Oh! This is more like it!
My old friend, the Greeks!

Miss Millgrove, we
are simpatico after all.

I have a first edition of Pope's
most excellent translation of the Iliad.

I shall bring it to you on
the occasion of my next visit.

Oh, yes, please!

That's it, nice
and gentle, darling.

Breathe out, slow and steady.

Oh, well done! We have a baby!

Mrs. Aidoo, it is my
privilege to inform you

that you have a daughter.

A girl? Really? Are you sure?

Absolutely.

I did check.

She's perfect!

Yes, she is.

Well done.

Oh! Speedy placenta!

Are you all right there,
Flora? You look a little clammy.

- I do feel odd.
- Let's pop the baby in her cot.

Sister Hilda, is the
placenta complete?

Yes, it appears to be.

So, tell me, dear, does the
Ghanaian culture have any

special customs
regarding the afterbirth?

I don't want to whisk it off to the
incinerator if you have other plans.

- I hadn't thought about it...
- Sister Hilda.

You may scoff, Nurse,

but sometimes our colonial brothers
and sisters do things differently.

Flora's pulse is 120.
And brisk blood loss.

Oh, gosh. I'm, I'm frightfully
sorry, I... I got distracted!

Flora. We need to get you lying flat.
Can you come down the bed, sweetie?

Sister Hilda, I'm
rubbing a contraction.

Can you administer
the ergometrine, please?

Yes. Yes. Of course.

Slight scratch, darling.

What's happening?

You're losing a
little bit of blood,

but we'll have you as right
as rain in a moment or two.

- You're in splendid hands.
- Absolutely.

Flora? Flora, keep
your eyes open, sweetie!

Her pulse is improving.

- And so is the bleeding.
- Oh, thanks be to God.

Good girl, Flora.
You've been a trooper.

We need to transfer her to either
the hospital or the maternity home.

No, I want to stay at home.

With my baby.

Your baby can come, too,
but you've lost a lot of blood,

you need a top up.

Nurse Franklin will
telephone for an ambulance.

And on your way, you can tell
Mr. Aidoo that he has a daughter.

Or you can leave all that to me.

I'm perfectly happy to oblige,

since you asked so nicely.

Congratulations are
in order, Mr. Aidoo.

You have the most
beautiful baby girl.

Do you hear that, Matthew?
You have a baby sister!

My wife, is she well?

Yes. She lost some
blood, so she's a little weak.

We're waiting for the doctor.
He'll arrange the blood transfusion.

I imagine you'd like to give those
to Mummy and your new baby?

Yes.

Are we ready for
visitors, Sister Hilda?

I believe we are.

That poster should
have gone up yesterday.

And remember, when transferring
a patient into the ambulance,

bend your knees.

It's going to be tough enough
operating in a nuclear environment

without adding backache
to your problems.

Apologies, gentlemen, but
you need to be packing up.

Er, no! We've got
ten minutes yet.

Sorry, but I need to get
set up for the hustings.

For the elections.

Right, lads, that's us, we
got our marching orders.

The Black Sail?

Yeah, I'll be right behind you.

Oh, no, you're not, Fred Buckle.

There'll be quite a crowd tonight,
so you can help me set the chairs out.

And then you can sit in one
of them and cheer me along.

Sh...

Sh...

Enter.

Ah. How is Mrs. Aidoo?

- The transfusion's going through nicely.
- Good.

It was a heavy loss for
someone with anemia.

Doctor, may I mention something?

After I stayed on in South
Africa, I saw two women -

sisters, as it happened - with
similar symptoms to Flora Aidoo.

Anemia and large
postpartum bleeds.

Were they Xhosa ladies?

No, they were migrants from
somewhere in West Africa.

One of them was a widow.

She told me that, where they
were from, there was a... a sickness

that ran through some
families like a curse.

Do you think it might be
appropriate to run some extra tests?

It's always appropriate
when you need answers.

And something about this
just doesn't feel quite right.

Look at him! He's more
handsome than ever!

Maybe if your Mr. Poitier was
running for the Borough Council,

you'd be more inclined to vote.

I haven't been here long
enough to deserve a say.

Nonsense.

You've heard what Mrs. Buckle
says - we're all part of the new Poplar.

You know, it would be quite the
achievement if she were to be elected.

There are a couple of
communists running in other wards.

I wonder what
Mr. Buckle makes of that.

I imagine he doesn't know
or he'd be ranting about it

being the thin
edge of the wedge.

One minute, it's a Communist
councillor talking about equality for all,

and the next we're working
in the gulag, wearing furry hats

that ruin our bouffants.

Ooh! We'll have to
lay in extra lacquer.

Though I do think the Soviets
have got some things right.

Gorgeous Mr. Gagarin can take
me into orbit any day of the week.

I am eager to represent
your interests today.

I am Violet Buckle...

..don't even know your name

Since I saw you standing there

My heart ain't been the same

My heart ain't been
the same Woo ooo

Please little bird
get on over here

Let me love you do

Since the day you held my hand

And tell you I love you

You're the only bird
in the neighborhood

I see you in my dreams at night

Since the night
you kissed my lips

It keeps me way uptight

It keeps me way uptight...

Elizabeth for the Queen.

And Akua because she
was born on a Wednesday.

She's adorable.

And what do you think of
the new addition, young man?

She looks like a grumpy old man.

Hey, that is your sister
you're talking about!

Though when she cries, that's
exactly what she looks like.

Oh, she won't be
doing much crying.

A proper, British girl living in
London town. What a life she'll have.

Every day we thank
God for our blessings.

Someone's looking after you.
Your iron levels are much improved.

I feel like a whole new person.

Well, the important thing is that
you have your vim and vigor back.

Nurse calling!

Oh no! It's all
right, I'm here now.

Ah, I was trying to use
that blasted contraption

that caused me to
tumble! Now get me up.

I've lain here quite long enough
with my drawers round my knees.

You're freezing!

Tell me you've not been
lying here all night and day?

Of course not!

Could you say again, please?

Er, yes, yes, of course,
thank you. Goodbye.

That was Nurse Anderson.

- Do you need me to put your tea on hold?
- Oh, no.

But Clarice Millgrove
has had a fall.

I think she's reached the
stage where she'll need help

if she's to stay
in her own home.

Oh, dear. Sorry, Timothy.

Mathematics revision.
There's a test on Monday.

I'd think you'd have
more quiet upstairs.

- It's Teddy's nap time.
- Ah.

No, it's not ideal having
to share a bedroom.

It's just about bearable.

But if I'm not going to
humiliate myself on Monday,

I could do with a bit of quiet.

Absolutely.

There is an easier way
to do that equation...

Thank you!

Oh, good.

I was hoping you'd pop by.

Can you do yourself a fried egg?

Only I want to get straight
out canvassing again tonight.

Any more eggs, I'll
turn into a chicken.

I'll get myself a pint and a
pie down at the Black Sail.

Right, spit it out.

What?

Since I got my selection,
you've had a right face on.

If I didn't know better, I'd be
thinking that you weren't behind me.

It's just... It's politics, Vi.

The only thing that politicians
are good at is starting trouble.

Look at the Cold War!

Yes, but it's the Town Hall
I'd be sitting in, not the Kremlin.

If you really want to make a
difference, you should sign up

to do voluntary ambulance training
like me and the lads at the CDC.

Cos when that bomb drops,
the emergency services

are going to need all the
volunteers they can get.

No, thank you very much.

While you're out gadding
about in the nuclear fallout,

I'll be tucked up in
the shelter with Reggie.

You see, that's
the difference, Vi.

There's them
what give it all that

and there's them what do.

But you...

..carry on.

Patrick, it's gone 12.

I thought we'd made a pact
that we'd all try to be in bed

before the clock
strikes midnight.

I thought I just heard Tim
moving around upstairs.

- Is he still up?
- Yes.

And you know how much
he wants to study medicine.

I sometimes feel like I've been
studying medicine for 35 years.

It looks as though
our Ghanaian lady

is suffering from something
called sickle cell disease.

- I've never heard of that.
- Neither had I.

It seems it's a blood disease
that causes anemia and pain.

It only affects specific racial
groups - mainly Africans -

so, needless to say, there's
precious little in the British textbooks.

It's shameful, really.

The population around
here is changing.

I have to be prepared to deal
with new things all the time.

Patrick, you're
dealing with them now.

And Mrs. Aidoo's
been doing very well.

For now.

And, reading this, there's
a lot more work to do.

I'm going to refer Miss Millgrove
to the Meals On Wheels service.

I'll also recommend additional
help for dressing and toileting

and an arrangement for
emptying of the commode.

You can strike that
last one from your list.

Miss Millgrove is reluctant
to use the commode,

but she'll get the hang of it.

No, I will not.

But the trek to the outside
toilet is too much for you.

Don't you worry. I have my ways.

And what are these
"ways," Miss Millgrove?

Oh, come along, Clarice, you're
not the first and you won't be the last.

Where do you put your business?

This woman has
parted with her reason.

Remove her from my home.

Normally, I'd look
for a loose floorboard,

but given floor space
is in short supply...

I said, get her out!

No, no! Please...

It was a long walk
to the lavatory.

It was a temporary measure.

Have you been
experiencing any pain?

Maybe after exertion
or in the cold weather?

No. Nothing.

Can this sickness be cured?

There isn't a cure as such.

Not yet.

Can a person die
from this sickness?

Sometimes... a person's
lifespan can be shortened.

You said this illness
runs in families.

I had an uncle in Ghana.

He had pains, and
died as a young man.

It is possible that he had
sickle cell disease, too.

But the most important thing,
Mrs. Aidoo, is to look after you.

And your family.

Could I have given
this to my children?

Have they had any symptoms?

Matthew's been
having pains, Doctor.

I thought they
were growing pains!

And they may still
be no more than that.

Children are always children.

And the disease has to be
inherited from both parents.

My husband is well.

I think the sensible thing
would be for me to take blood

from Mr. Aidoo and from Matthew.

I can send it to the
hospital to be tested.

I do not need a test.

I have the pains.

In my legs. In my arms.

Since I came to this country,
I suffer from them all the time.

You have hid this from me?

A sick husband is no husband.

Without my wage, we cannot
afford to stay in England.

Neither can we
afford to go home.

You need not test me.

But you must test our son.

Poor woman.

The indignity.

She is to be transferred
to a nursing home.

I only came back to
collect spare dressings.

I don't want her to be alone
when the transport comes for her.

As nurses, we care for others.

To do that effectively,

we must care for ourselves.

And that means
knowing when to stop.

I understand, Sister.

But, please, let me do this.

I know what it is to feel that I
must leave the place where I belong.

And a sticking
plaster, please, Sister.

Bravo, young man. Not
so much as a wobbly lip.

Now, I usually have a
little something in this bag

for patients who've
been particularly brave.

Oh, no.

Where's it gone?

Oh, wait a moment - here it is.

Thank you!

Now, why don't you run along
while I talk to Mummy and Daddy.

If it turns out that he
has sickle cell, too,

we will do the very
best we can for him.

I'll let you know as soon
as I get the test results.

I've packed enough
for the first day or two.

Once you're settled,
I can bring more.

What will become
of my possessions?

You needn't worry,
they'll be taken care of.

Burnt on a bonfire?

Is there anything you'd
like to take with you?

Anything of value?

It's all of value.

That's your transport arrived.

I'll let the driver in.

I'll see myself out, thank you.

I'd like a moment.

Of course.

Why don't I take out your bag?

Suppose this means I'll
have to get a new job, then.

I suppose it does.

Is she ready, nurse?

The lady would like to make
her own way out of her home.

She's steady on her feet
when she puts her mind to it.

And don't you forget it.

You'll have to carry me
out in a box! I'm staying put!

Enter.

Excuse me, Sister.

I found a refugee
on the doorstep.

And I'm not quite sure
what to do with him.

Good evening, Sister.

I wondered if you might be
able to find me a quiet corner.

I need to study and I'm
finding it hard to concentrate.

Certainly.

I have chores to do,
you can use my desk.

Gosh. Thank you.

Take as long as you need.

I don't imagine having
three little ones in the house

is conducive to peace and quiet.

It's not the little ones
who are the problem.

To every problem,
there is a solution.

Mr. Buckle.

Are we on a war footing?

Big day for the
Civil Defense today.

The St. John's Ambulance Brigade
are letting us go out with them

on the ambulances.

Voluntary, like, you
know, for the experience.

Excellent.

And how is Mrs. Buckle? Excited
about the upcoming elections?

Oh, well, she's the
only woman standing.

I don't reckon she's
got much of a chance.

I'm sure whatever the result,
you'll be very proud of her.

I hoped to find details of a relative, but
every address in Miss Millgrove's diary

has been scored through.

Great age is no blessing.

Don't mind me. I'm just
here to fix a leaky tap.

Was Miss Millgrove in the war?

She drove an
ambulance in Serbia.

May I see that, please?

Hm. This is a suffragette medal.

I was left very similar
by my Aunt Lillian,

who was arrested and ended
up on hunger strike in Holloway.

After a week, the wardens
held her down while a doctor

rammed a filthy, rubber
feeding tube down her throat.

Sadly, it looks as though your Miss
Millgrove could tell the same story.

"Fed by force.

"12.10.1912."

Between her suffrage
and her war work,

I imagine Miss Millgrove endured
many privations in her early life.

It is no wonder she now
finds comfort in plenty.

Indeed.

Lucille? Phone call for you.

It's the Welfare Officer.

Thank you.

Is something amiss?

The court has granted
an emergency order.

Miss Millgrove will be removed
from her home this morning.

I expected as much.

It is for the best.

To be taken against her will?

If this is the respect to be
afforded a woman of substance,

what hope is there
for the rest of us?

Miss Millgrove cannot
look after herself.

If she is left alone in that
house, she will not survive.

The court has acted
out of kindness.

Kindness?

Will the court be so "kind"
as to banish me from my home

when I can no longer
care for myself?

No, Sister. Your home is here.

For the sake of her dignity,

you must encourage her
to leave of her own accord.

Nurse Anderson has already done
more than she should regarding this case.

I was not one of Miss
Millgrove's number.

She and her comrades
displayed courage...

..beyond my capabilities.

But not beyond yours.

Summon up that courage

and do what must be done.

I'm not saying
they weren't brave.

I'm just saying that, well, it
seems like an awful lot of bother

to go to just to
put an Xin a box.

I mean, I don't
bother half the time.

Especially in the
local elections.

To change the world one lives in,
one must start with where one lives!

- Hear, hear!
- Now, now, ladies.

Mr. Buckle is quite
within his rights

to abstain from exercising
his democratic rights.

Though if Mrs. Buckle is pipped
to the post by only one vote,

we won't want to
hear any complaints.

Especially if the candidate

that beats her is a member
of the communist party.

Yes.

Thank you for calling.

I'll let the family know.

That was the hematologist
at St. Cuthbert's.

That nice little African family?

I imagine you'd like me to
make them an appointment.

Add them to my list for
this morning's rounds.

I promised I wouldn't
keep them waiting.

Right.

Joel?

I can't... I can't...

I can't...

Mrs. Aidoo, may I come in?

My husband is very sick!

This is pethidine.

It might make you
feel a little woozy.

I have to finish my round.

No.

You need to go to hospital.

Immediately.

I'll tell the Post Office
you'll be taking sick leave.

No - I cannot lose my job.

I have potential
for advancement.

There are other less
physical jobs, Mr. Aidoo.

And you are an educated man.

When employers see
the color of my skin,

my education doesn't
count for much.

If you won't accept
that you're ill,

and you don't do everything
you can to look after your health,

your wife and children are
going to find it even harder.

Because they won't have you.

Very well.

But tell me my boy
hasn't got this thing?

No.

No, please, no!

Haven't all of you
got better things to do

than watch an old woman
being driven from her home?

- It is just as I feared.
- Oh, no...

Go away!

Stay here. Out of the way.

Come along, Miss
Millgrove, you've had your fun.

If you don't let the ambulance men
in, then I'm going to have to force entry.

That missile may have
some unsanitary material in it.

I know.

And I have to tell you that there is
plenty more where that came from.

Miss Millgrove,
please, can we talk?

Maybe I can help?

Hail! Hail! Dear sister!

Sister, you need to be
back at Nonnatus House.

Now, you don't want to be here
when the police kick the door in.

What? Is that really necessary?

More than, I reckon, and I wouldn't
be surprised if they do the old girl

for breach of the
peace while they're at it!

I am only sorry that my vows
preclude even the most peaceful protest

or I would join with Miss
Millgrove in a heartbeat!

And get yourself
arrested in the process.

Some things are worth
standing up for, Mr. Buckle.

If your wife can understand
that, why can't you?

All right, lads, let's
get that door down.

Mind where you tread.

I will not let you do this.

Miss Millgrove will not be
dragged from her home by force.

Nurse Anderson, if you
do not vacate that doorway,

I'll be forced to arrest you.

- Do your worst!
- Vive la revolution!

Can someone please
get this lady out of here!

Quick!

Come in, make yourself useful.

I'll do parcels. You do tins.

I hope you've got a
good throwing arm.

I'm sorry, but I can't.

I... I thought you
wanted to help me?

I do.

I want nothing more
than for you to be safe.

I am safe... here.

Moving to a home,
it could be wonderful.

You will be cared for, and there
will always be someone to talk to.

You can take your books.

This isn't your home
any more, Clarice.

Look.

It is a prison.

To be fed against
one's will is abhorrent.

But the hunger that goes
before is almost worse.

The headaches, the nausea...

..the cold.

I can never get warm.

And then the sleeplessness.

So cruel!

Without sleep, there's no
respite from the cravings.

And, then, something
miraculous happens.

After weeks of
nothing but water...

..the cravings and
the hunger go away.

Then one is no longer
interested in food.

And that's when they come...

..with their restraints
and their tubes...

..and their buckets of slop.

And when their
abominations are done...

..and there's quiet and still,

one gathers oneself
together to start afresh.

And the dreadful hunger...

..comes back again.

I'm so sorry.

What will become of me?

I know nowhere else.

I thought the same when I
left my home in Mandeville.

I thought I would
die from the fear.

But a woman of substance
can make a life anywhere.

And you, Miss Millgrove,
are a woman of substance.

No, no, no, I don't need that.

Oh...

- Clumsy!
- Sorry.

I bet you did a
better job in your day.

Don't patronize me.

I'm only training, you know.

This place they're taking me...

..am I allowed to eat the food?

Yes.

You don't need to go hungry.

Well done.

- Top of the class.
- Thank you.

You, too.

I'll visit.

Tomorrow. I promise.

Right, lads.

I'm pleased to report that your
baby sister has put on a whole 2oz.

She really is
doing terribly well.

Now, if I pop you back on your
mat, perhaps your big brother

can help you on with
that very fetching romper.

I watch for signs.

When she cries, I
think "Are you hurting?

"Will your life be cut
short by this sickness?"

Matthew, too.

He's such a happy boy. But
what does his future hold?

Treatments are
improving all the time.

The first time I set my eyes on
Joel, I knew I would marry him.

Maybe if I'd known
what was inside us...

One doesn't choose
whom one falls in love with.

No.

And without him, my
life would be nothing.

I refuse to believe the world is
worse for having our children in it.

She's strong.

Runs in the family.

I'm sorry to have let you down.

But I can't think of anyone
better than Mr. Trotter

to represent your interests in the
new Tower Hamlets Borough Council.

That's not how
Churchill won the war.

I want to be prepared.

Will the speech do?

No.

I've been a right idiot.

I should've been behind you,

but instead I've been
sniping from the sidelines.

Don't ask me why, cos I
couldn't do what you're doing

in a million years.

I haven't got the guts.

Says the man planning
to drive an ambulance

through the nuclear holocaust.

Well, I'll do that any day

over making a
speech in the town hall.

Come here.

I'm proud of you.

I am.

Thank you, my love.

Oh, thank you.

See you again soon.

Get your onions,
cheapest in Poplar!

Miss Millgrove? May I come
in? I brought you a present.

Rhubarb with sugar,
and a little bit of salt.

Maybe I'll just sit a
while and let you rest.

Miss Millgrove?

Was it my fault?

Do you think if she'd
stayed in her own home...?

We do not choose
the time of our passing.

He does.

I hate to think of her dying in
a nursing home on her own.

She had friends around her,

but had not yet had time
to make their acquaintance.

Friends are everywhere, if
one has the eyes to see them.

I don't mind if I do.

Mm!

What did he say?

He's offered me a
job in the sorting office.

Time off for medical
appointments.

Did you take it?

I told him I needed
to talk to you first.

Would it be easier?

If we went home? To the warmth?

Home is where our dreams are.

For now, those dreams are here.

- So, we stay?
- We stay.

She left very specific
instructions in her will.

Robert Louis Stevenson.

Get inside now!

'Ere, where are you lot going?

Don't I get an invite?

We're off to the
polling station.

You didn't want to come, so
you and Lucille can hold the fort.

It was a year of change.

A year of looking back at
the distance we had traveled.

But also to the future,
the road that lay ahead.

Sometimes, never letting
go becomes a letting in,

an opening up.

And surrender itself can
be the bravest act of all.

Courage cannot move mountains...

..but it can show
us how to climb...

..find a way, forge a path...

..that we believe in.

And emboldened, we stand firm,

knowing where we stand
and where we're headed

and where we can belong.

You see children out
on the street with it

covered in a rash,
spreading it around.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, please!

I think my baby's dying.

Do you know anything about
a rather large quantity of sand?

It appears to be
blocking your car.

Copper!

Nurse! Boy or girl?

What kind of monster
does that make me?