All language subtitles for Call the Midwife S08E04 Episode 8.4.DVDRip.NonHI.en.BBC

When we're young, there's
always more to be embraced -

more energy, more joy,

more opportunity to flourish.

We live life in forward
motion, surging ahead,

eyes aimed at the horizon,

And even hard labor and
sacrifice feel worthwhile

when offered up as down
payment on the future.

Chop chop, Jeannie.
We've a busy class ahead.

It's my turn to
bring in the biscuits!

I had to stop off for three
packets of custard creams!

Due to unforeseen circumstances,

this summer's East
London Keep Fit Jamboree

has had to move
from its usual venue,

and we will be
hosting, here in Poplar!

Aren't we going up West?

That church hall in
Kensington was lovely last year.

Yes, but that doesn't mean
we can't offer a warm welcome

and some gracious hospitality.

In the meantime, we can
start setting out our stall

by preparing an absolutely
blistering display routine, involving...

..hula hoops!

I did well today. The
foreman noticed my work.

So he should. You work hard.

- I don't mind.
- I do.

But if I keep being noticed,

maybe they'll give me
a job that pays more.

Then we can afford our
own place, just the three of us.

I, er, saw your mother
on the way home.

Lucky you.

Did she speak to you?

Don't let your food go cold.

Thank you, Jeannie.

You can ignore the
hula hoop for now.

Jeannie's softly flexed knees
and relaxed neck and shoulders

means that she can concentrate all
of her energy into the lower abdomen.

This exercise is
particularly good

for trimming the tummy
and slimming the flanks,

which may well be why
Jeannie has regained her figure

just a few months after
having her second child!

Carry on, Jeannie, so
everyone can copy you.

Gentle, rhythmic circles.

That's right, Valerie.

Lucille, your rotations
could be a little bolder.

It doesn't feel decent
without the hula hoop.

Ooh, ooh, I've come
over a bit funny.

Deep breaths! Just take deep
breaths, and we'll get you to a chair.

Lucille, will you tidy
away the hula hoops,

and put on some
Mantovani, please?

It's most unwise to
come to a keep-fit class

without having
had anything to eat.

It's finding the time.

My hands are that
full with the two boys,

especially now I'm back at
my little job down the shop.

Only part-time, but every penny
counts with the move coming up.

Oh, yes, the move! Is it
all going according to plan?

Not half! Not long now
till we pick up the keys.

I get the bus that way sometimes,
just so I can look at the house

from the outside and say,

"You're mine. We're on our way!"

Frank's been working night and
day, so we've been able to save.

It's funny to think there's
so much work in electrics.

It's a tremendous achievement,
buying your own home.

Now, come on, back to class,

and next week you're to have a proper
dinner and a pudding before you come!

We'll pay for this,
come the morning.

Daily practice is
the key for exercise.

You'd all be better
off getting up early

and joining me in my
Canadian Air Force regime.

I can't be doing with this!

Grown men running
about in fancy dress

and making out a phone box
can travel through space and time!

I shall repair to my room

and extend my understanding
of the Spanish intransitivo.

Why don't we have a show of
hands about putting on the wireless?

- Oh!
- But it's so exciting!

The Doctor's assistant has just been
mistaken for an ancient high priestess

who seeks to
exploit her influence

to outlaw human sacrifice!

I think we will all sleep better if
we switch to the Light Program.

Look, it's your mummy.

Wee-ow!

How was it?

I enjoy myself more every week.

The teacher thinks I might be
good enough to train as an instructor.

Top of the class, eh?

She's a clever one, your mum.

Yeah. Oh...

I finished the rewire
on Dalton Street.

Well worth putting
those weekends in.

It seems such a simple thing
to want for your kids, doesn't it?

- Yeah.
- But it's massive.

Their own beds
in their own rooms.

Not something you
or me ever knew.

But they will.

Oh, what a gorgeous girl!

Hello. She's so lovely!

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Singh.

This weather's
a treat, isn't it?

I much prefer the cold. I
find it keeps the mind sharper.

Miss Higgins.

Hello, Mum.

You know, I've never
known a mother and daughter

to be expecting
at the same time.

What a support you
must be for one another.

If you'd like to come
with me, Mrs. Singh.

Are you and your mother
still at odds, Mrs. Singh?

She won't back down on
her feelings about Pardeep.

And I'm not going to
back away from him.

- So, you're caught in the middle?
- No.

I'm on Pardeep's side,
and he's on my side.

- That's what marriage is, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.

It's been a year
since the wedding,

and I stopped crying
about her months ago.

I'm not letting it upset me.

It might be upsetting
your blood pressure.

What's wrong with it?

It's just a little high.

And there seems to be a tiny
trace of protein in your urine.

What does that mean? Is
something wrong with the baby?

Baby's doing very nicely.

But we'll be giving you
daily checks from now on.

And you're to rest, and not
get upset about your mother.

I'm not upset.

I was never this
big the last time.

As if it's not bad enough
being caught out at my age,

there's no hiding it.

Well, if you're uncomfortable, we
could consider a maternity girdle.

I'm sure we have
one in the stock room.

Second-hand? No, thank you.

I can assure you we adhere
to a very strict laundry policy,

and you may find it helps.

Lest we need reminding,
Nurse Dyer and Nurse Anderson

are now off on their
tropical diseases course.

We look forward to their return
as experts in Leishmaniasis,

malaria and sprue.

In the meantime, we
have ulcers, diabetes

and a post-natal list as
long as a fashion model's leg.

I'm moving like a well-oiled
machine with this now.

And not before time either.

I'm so sorry!

I had to call in at the school
and register Angela and May

for their September
start, and...

Well, I'm glad
everything's in order.

I've written your list down.

Am I right to leave Enid Wilson
on your list, Sister Julienne?

Yes. I won a small victory
with a maternity girdle at clinic,

and I'm hopeful I might yet persuade
her of the merits of hospital birth.

She is 44!

And medical guidelines
are medical guidelines.

Right, off you all pop.

Nurse Crane, you
haven't given me a list.

Oh. Why don't you
assist Mrs. Turner?

I'd appreciate that. We
have a busy round today.

- The Queen had hers at home.
- The Queen is 37.

They don't let husbands in
with you at the hospital, do they?

What's husbands
got to do with it?

We often find men to
be more of a hindrance

- than a help during delivery.
- Sounds very sensible to me.

Well, it's what I want.
Shan't be dissuaded.

Perhaps we could
agree to a compromise.

What about having this
baby at the maternity home?

Fine, if it'll put an end to it.

Now we've cleared that up,
maybe we could try the girdle.

You've toughened
up over the years.

I'll be late back, don't forget.
We're still short on drivers.

No stopping off at the Hand
and Shears on the way home.

Good luck, Sister.

It's a good job you
only work over the way,

otherwise I'm not sure
we'd be able to fit in a fitting.

Well, where there's
a will, there's a way.

That seems to be
my motto these days.

And when you're ready,

we'll have an experimental circling of
the hips, a la hula hoop mode, hmm?

Oh, I reckon that'll do!

Hmm.

Oh...

I'm sorry.

I've got this really funny thing where
my mouth keeps filling up with spit.

It's ever so embarrassing
when I'm serving in the shop.

Jeannie, have you spoken
to the doctor about this?

No. It's not an illness,
it's just a bit inconvenient.

Excessive saliva production
sometimes happens in pregnancy.

You mean...

Find out whether or not
you're expecting, yes.

And if you can rule it out,

then you can get on with all the
other things that you have to do.

I can't be! I'm
still waiting for my

monthlies to come back
properly after having Mickey.

And I'm using the Dutch cap!

We better hurry up. I've
got to get back to work.

Well, I'd suggest a
trip to Dr. Turner's,

to make sure that
everything's all right.

How does that feel?

It is more comfortable,
I'll give you that, Sister.

So, you're looking
after our Cilla, then.

How's she doing?

I'm afraid I can't
discuss another patient.

Why don't you ask her yourself?

Forget I asked.

I don't mean to
pry, Mrs. Wilson,

but it seems such a shame
that the two of you are apart,

particularly at
such a special time.

The shame is she had her head
turned by that boy in the first place.

Now she's living over
there in that pigsty

with goodness knows
how many strange men!

Not two pennies to rub together.
I mean, it's not right, is it, Sister?

And I know what you're thinking,
but I'm not like some round here.

This has nothing to
do with where he's from.

You know, our Cilla is
such a clever, beautiful girl -

she could have had
anyone she wanted, and yet...

Perhaps none of that matters to
her, and Pardeep is what she wants.

After all, isn't love the
most important thing?

That's what she said.

I know you won't
believe it to see us now,

but she used to come
to me about everything.

I'm not saying she always
listened, but we'd talk about it.

She sounds like a young
woman who knows her own mind.

If you really are worried about
her, why don't you offer some help?

I'm sure the support
would be appreciated.

Good news - your blood
pressure has come down a little.

And your urine is
as clean as a whistle.

I've been resting,
like you said.

Mrs. Singh, have you thought
about who you'd like to have with you

when the time comes?

Lots of first-time ladies like
to have a family member,

as well as the midwives.

- I'm happy with just midwives.
- Oh, we'll take that as a compliment.

Now, have you everything
you need for when baby arrives?

Pardeep's found a cot from the
second-hand place down the road,

and we've been trying to
put a bit by for a pram, but...

..I hate the idea of the baby
not having the best of everything.

When a baby has two
parents who love them,

they have the
best of everything.

Given everything you've told me,

I'd say you were around
three months pregnant.

But I, I've been using
the, the Dutch cap.

I followed all the instructions,
did everything the clinic told me to!

Did they refit it for you,
after you had your last baby?

No, um, it seemed to
be working fine as it was.

I didn't want any more children!

Me and my husband
agreed, two was enough!

Not to mention my youngest
is only seven months!

Siblings often thrive when
there's a very small age gap.

Go home, tell your husband.

It'll soon start feeling
like good news.

There you go, Mrs. Turner.

Er, well, its storm
apron's gone AWOL

and there's a bit of
mildew in the corner,

but nothing that a damp cloth
and a bit of bleach couldn't cure.

They're on their way.

Are you sure your friend Nolly's
niece doesn't need this anymore?

Nah, the kids are grown, she was
only using it to go down the laundry.

She's got one of
those twin tubs.

Mrs. Singh is going
to be delighted.

It's in remarkable condition.

Yeah, it will be, once I've given
that wheel a good seeing to.

Two ticks and I'll go and
get my spoke spanner.

I wish we could fix the rift between
mother and daughter as easily.

I can't imagine ever
falling out with Angela.

But there again, I also struggle
to imagine her grown up.

A parent and tiny child could
have one sort of relationship,

and two adult women of
different generations quite another.

How did you find
Sister Frances today?

Keen to please. Shy with me,
not so shy with the patients.

I don't feel as though
I know her very well.

Nor do I, and I feel
as though I ought to.

Sister Frances, have you
been bitten by something?

You've been clawing at your
arm ever since you sat down.

I can never say no to a dog or a
cat that comes looking for affection.

Do you suppose it
might have been a flea?

I can see a bit of flakiness.
Let's have a proper look.

Oh, please! Not right
across my cheesy tartlet!

Oh, that's not a flea
bite, Sister Frances.

That's ringworm.

My cousin caught ringworm once,

off a photographer's
monkey at the seaside.

My uncle was mayor at the
time, and my auntie went mad.

She said ringworm was
something dirty people get.

It is something
dirty people get,

and if they pass it on to those of
us who are able to keep cleaner,

so be it.

Sister, there are so many
adjustments to make when one is new.

Yes.

Every day is full of things
I need to ask or remember

or learn how to do.

Balancing spiritual studies
with midwifery can be very hard.

My door is always open.
All you have to do is knock.

We shouldn't have
to rely on charity.

Think of it as
neighborliness, Mr. Singh.

I'm sorry, Nurse. I do not
wish to sound ungrateful.

We've had a bit of
a disappointment.

Pardeep was hoping for
a promotion at the factory,

but he's been passed over.

Mr. Jones likes to keep
the Indians on machine work.

Says we work harder.

And you know what else?
He can pay them less.

Try not to be discouraged.

We have a visitor.

Hello, Mum.

- What brings you here?
- Curiosity.

Is this it?

Why don't I make
everyone a nice cup of tea?

No, thank you.

Don't want to catch anything.

My considered, professional
opinion is that Mr. and Mrs. Singh

are managing beautifully.

I think you should come home,
where we can look after you properly.

She is looked after properly.

And does your invitation
include Pardeep?

Should've known
better than to ask.

Sit down, all three of you.

I'll make the tea and then leave
you to talk things over as a family.

Don't bother.

I'll wipe my feet
on the way out.

I know we said we
didn't want another.

He or she's here now.

Would a third be so bad?

And what if there's a fourth
one, Frank? And a fifth?

Then we'll carry on going
until we have a football team.

Yeah, because that would
be really funny, wouldn't it?

My mum kept popping them
out and she just sat there laughing

till the tears rolled
down her cheeks!

I'm sorry.

Look, when we've had this one, we
can double up on the contra-thingummy.

Contraception.

You can get something from the clinic
and I'll get something from the barber's.

Frank... what if I can fix it,
so there was no "this one?"

No, Jeannie. It's not
legal, and it's not safe.

There's proper doctors can
do it, in the right circumstances.

We ain't in the right
circumstances, and that's that!

Oh, my waters!

Mrs. Tennant...

are you asking me to arrange a
termination of your pregnancy?

If that's the polite
way of putting it,

or the way a
doctor would put it?

I don't want to say "get rid."

I don't even want
to say "abortion."

I want to use the medical words.

- Because this is a medical matter.
- And it's a matter of legality.

- I can't change the law, Mrs. Tennant.
- You can get round it!

You can, if it's a
matter of life or death.

My life and my death!

If, if the baby's dangerous
for me and for my health,

if it puts my sanity at risk!

But it isn't putting
your sanity at risk.

It's making you miserable
and scared and unhappy.

I can see that, I, I
can see all of that,

and I can look for ways
for our midwives to help you.

But I can't see any medical
reason to refer you for an abortion.

I'm sorry.

Labor won't be too far off,
now your waters have broken.

But it hasn't started yet.

So, can I go home?

It's better you stay here, until
baby's ready to make an entrance.

Erm, we can get a
message to your relatives.

Straight away, if, er, if you'd
like visitors this evening.

Charlie will be working
underground on the Central Line.

There's no getting
any messages to him.

Is there no one else
you'd like to see?

No. No one else.

Right.

Let us see if there are any
improvements on last week's debacle.

And where is your
cap, young man?

And you, James Custance,
with the wrong socks on!

Oh, lads!

A uniform should
be worn with pride.

We want the Fifth Poplar looking
their best for the pack photo.

Take a good look at Baloo,
here - immaculately turned out.

Over by the stage.

With some cunning refiguration,

perhaps we can
disguise the worst of it.

I've always had a keen
interest in photography.

Oh, yes?

In fact, I noticed there's an
exhibition on in town tomorrow evening.

I hadn't picked you out as
an art aficionado, Sergeant.

Oh, I try and get
along whenever I can.

Maybe you'd like to come?

Yeah, why not?

It's always interesting
to see professional work.

Pleased and proud,
boys. Pleased and proud!

Mrs. Tennant! Better late than never.
And welcome back to the maternity clinic.

Why don't you take
your boys to toy corner?

You can come straight through.

Everything seems
exactly as it ought to be.

I keep hoping I'll lose it.

- Oh, Jeannie, don't say that!
- I have to say it to someone.

- I know it isn't what you planned, but...
- It isn't what I wanted!

Are women not allowed to
want things, or not want things?

I thought it was meant
to be different for us,

that we were going
to be able to choose.

And what I don't want,
what I would never choose,

is to end up like
my mother did -

seven kids in 11 years,

and in and out of the Linchmere
with her head falling apart!

- Did your mother have a nervous breakdown?
- More than one.

We were in foster homes
sometimes, me and the little 'uns.

I've worked so hard to give
Mickey and Mark a proper chance.

I was going to do better.

I need to do better,
and not for me.

For my kids.

I can manage two of
them, I can love two of them,

but... I can't do
more than that,

and work, and make them a life.

Jeannie, we never know what
we can achieve until we try.

I can't even do the
display now, can I?

I'm sure we can make some
adjustments. Now, come on.

Touch up your face
before you leave the cubicle.

You won't tell anyone about
what I said in here, will you?

No, I won't.

Have you been on your
feet a great deal, Mrs. Singh?

Your ankles seem a little puffy.

Do they?

Don't remember the
last time I saw them.

I have to say, my
shoes do feel a little tight.

We can have a chat about
wearing something more sensible

once I've checked
your blood pressure.

When I was expecting, I
favored a nice, neat lace-up.

Lace-ups?

I haven't worn lace-ups
since I was at school!

Do you know, Mrs.
Singh, I'd be much happier

if we could keep you close
to hand until the baby's born.

Could you reconcile yourself
to a stay at the maternity home?

I wouldn't mind going somewhere
I can have a bit of peace.

I shall telephone the ward.

I'm pleased to say
that it's much better.

So, how come you're in, then?

Observation. Same as you.

My offer still stands, you know.

This week's Woman's Own
comes highly recommended.

There's an excellent knitting feature
- Blackberry stitch without tears -

and an offer for
wipe-clean recipe cards.

Just what I'm looking for.

Do you suppose we'll be rolling
out barbed wire between the beds?

If they keep ignoring each
other, there won't be any need.

If everyone in the class
goes bouffant for the display,

we could all have coral
headscarves pinned into place.

What do you think?

I think it's insanity.

Trying to change our hairdos
in the middle of the week?!

I set my hair on the weekend,

and then I just add more
lacquer on a daily basis.

The H-bomb couldn't
budge it by the weekend.

Are these hairpins meant
to be sticking in my head?

Lucille, have you never
heard what the French say?

"A woman must
suffer to be beautiful."

I think it's the dryer
that's suffered the most.

I only bought this five years ago,
when I had the Jean Seberg pixie cut!

Jean Seberg could dry her hair

by sticking her head out
of the window of a bus!

Whoa! it's a good job I don't
come bearing naked flames!

You're looking very
polished, Phyllis.

Where are you off to in
your next-best two-piece?

An exhibition of photography,
as it happens, in Soho.

Soho?! Are you sure?!

I've never been one to
eschew a fresh experience,

and I shall enjoy the chance to
utilize the parking meter system.

One must remain in
step with the times.

Ugh!

Oh, this place certainly
attracts an intriguing clientele.

I wasn't quite sure I
had the right address.

Have I misconstrued? I
thought you were a regular.

I'm a regular admirer
of the artist's work.

Whilst I know nothing at
all about the gentleman.

What are horizons for
if not to be expanded?

Has anyone seen Jeannie Tennant?

She never misses a class.

Perhaps she's just running late.

- Where you going, love?
- Phwoar, look at that!

I'll show you a good time.

Can I tempt you
to a Murray Mint?

My preference is for barley
sugar. I've brought my own.

And you're a regular
admirer of this artist's work?

It would appear his approach
has evolved since his last exhibition.

I have to say, Sergeant
Woolf, I had thought there was

no inch of the human anatomy
that I hadn't seen before.

Suffice to say, tonight
has been an education.

- Yeah, I've learned a lesson from it, too.
- What's that?

Not to tell falsehoods to
make myself seem cultured.

You didn't have a clue who
that photographer was, did you?

No.

Why were you so bothered
about seeming cultured?

Oh, the arts rather passed
me by when I was younger.

There's nothing wrong with
having a straight-up-and-down

and sensible approach to life,
if that's the way you're made.

I can only apologize if I caused
you any embarrassment or distress.

No apologies required.

You haven't managed to
put me off my photography.

As we seem to be forgoing the cheese
and wine through mutual agreement,

should we repair to a cafe
and plan our next excursion?

Thank you, but my
parking meter beckons.

I must answer the call.

How did you get on?

Did the teacher put her feet
up and let you run the class?

Not tonight, but
it won't be long.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I just overdid it with
the jumping jacks.

I'll make us a cup of tea.

Here we are.

Can you pass me
the pepper, please?

Sorry.

We missed you in
class the other evening.

Oh, sorry, I was sick as a dog.

But I'm back firing
on all cylinders today.

Well, I wish I could
say the same for this.

We've been through so much
together. Please tell me it's not terminal.

Leave it with us.

A few days' bed rest
ought to put it right.

The sooner you can
discharge it, the better.

I had to dry my hair by a
two-bar electric heater last night.

You still look a little green
about the gills, Jeannie.

Have you tried ginger
biscuits for the nausea?

I'll stick with my
custard creams, thanks.

And that's five minutes
since the last one.

Things are coming along
nicely. Come here, chick.

Let me straighten those pillows.

I thought the pain
was all in your stomach.

Nobody told me
it hurts your head!

- Have you got a headache, Cilla?
- Yeah, and my eyes have gone all funny.

It's like I keep seeing
little silver sparks.

I'm going to take
your blood pressure,

and perhaps Nurse Dyer
would pop and fetch Dr. Turner.

What for?

I just want him to
take a look at you.

Having seen the
blood pressure charts,

I think we all
know what this is.

Can someone get me an aspirin?

Feels like my head's in a vice!

Cilla, it looks as though you
have something called toxemia.

Just for now, we're going
to move you to a side room

where you can rest
quietly in the dark,

and we can give you
something to help you sleep.

But I don't want
to! I want Pardeep!

Please, can somebody tell him?
He works at Haywards Paints.

It's all right.

If you can prepare the
sedative, I'll call the Flying Squad.

Let's get her transferred.

Sorry I'm late, love.

Where's your mum, eh?

Where's your mummy? Sshhhh.

Oh, love.

Shhh. What's wrong?

My stomach's off.

It was like this once in a while
when I was having the others.

You never had a temperature.

I'll look after the lads, you
go and have a lie down.

Doctor, is my wife here?
Her name is Mrs. Cilla Singh.

- They told me the baby is coming.
- Yes, it is.

I'm glad you're here.

Is she well? Is
everything as ought to be?

- What's happened? Where's my daughter?
- Cilla is suffering from toxemia.

Toxemia?! I had that
when I was having her!

- Is, is that a sickness?
- Yes.

With a bit of extra
help, all will be well.

Don't you go making out it's
nothing! I nearly died when I had her!

- Please, Doctor, can I see my wife?
- We'll look after her, I promise you.

You can look after each other.

You're getting worse.

You're as hot as fire.

I'm cold!

I think we should
call the doctor.

No.

- It's not you, it's the little 'un.
- No!

What can I do?

Get in next to me.

Help me to get warm.

I've just spoken
to St. Cuthbert's.

The Flying Squad hasn't even set off,
because there wasn't an obstetrician free.

So, what will we do?

We'll deliver her
here, under sedation.

It's never easy, when a
mother cries out in pain,

but when she's silent
it seems so unnatural.

Local anesthesia effective?

Contraction.

I can see the head.

Going in gently
with the forceps.

Good girl, Cilla.

- Episiotomy.
- Good girl.

She's still under, OK?

Mission accomplished.

A bonny little boy.

Come on, soldier.
Time to do your bit.

How about that for
teamwork, eh, Master Singh?

Oh, my goodness!

Jeannie! Jeannie!

Mr. Singh?

You have a son.

A son?

How is my wife?

We're still keeping
a close eye on her,

but she's sedated,
and therefore sleeping.

Which is why I thought
this young gentleman

might want to make
your acquaintance.

It is the answer to my prayers,

that he is here, and
his mother has survived.

You are so skilled in medicine.

I am thankful.

But I think perhaps your
prayers were the same.

God is good, Mr. Singh.

My granny used to say that.

Dr. Turner's surgery.

Doctor, she's upstairs!

Can you hear me, Mrs. Tennant?

Mrs. Tennant? It's Dr. Turner.

I need you to wake up for me.

Come on, Jeannie.

Will I get into trouble?

No, Jeannie. No, you won't.

What's happening?
Is she losing the baby?

Mr. Tennant, could you
call for an ambulance?

Quickly. Tell them it's urgent.

I need you to tell me
when this happened.

Two days ago.

Did the baby come away?

I thought I'd feel better.

You have a very nasty infection.

I'm giving you some
penicillin. Small scratch.

Then we're going to
get you to the hospital,

they'll do the rest.

Oh, look who's awake.

It's no fun all on
your own, is it?

How about we keep
each other company, eh?

Oh, there we go.

It's going dark...

Look at me, Jeannie!
Jeannie, look at me!

Don't... don't close
your eyes, Jeannie.

Listen to me, Jeannie.

Now, don't close your eyes.

Faster!

Come on, Jeannie! Come back!

Come back!

Come on, Jeannie, come on!

I know, I know, I
should be in bed.

Got my slippers on.

I have no objection to you
sitting with your grandson.

Cilla was left on her own
the night she was born.

Can't tell you how
guilty I felt about that.

It wasn't your fault.

You were very ill.

She was on her
own again tonight.

I weren't ill this time.

I was just stubborn.

I'll watch over him for her.

Just for now, so she
knows he weren't by himself.

I'm sure that can be arranged.

I don't understand.

My sister lost one
and she was all right.

Your wife's case
was complicated.

This didn't happen naturally.

Jeannie came to
me the other day.

She asked for a termination.

I, I couldn't refer her -
there weren't the grounds.

But it seems she tried
to arrange things herself.

She came to you?

She came to you, and
you sent her away?!

Do you suppose she went to the
same abortionist as Cath Hindman?

Both of them seem to have
caught streptococcus infections.

Sister Frances, I don't care
who poor Jeannie went to,

I'd just like to get my hands round
the filthy woman's neck and wring it!

I'll see who it is.

What I don't understand is...
is how they know who to ask.

The pregnant women.

How do they know where to
go, if it all goes on in secret?

Child, do you ask how the fish in
the murk of the ocean finds the light?

How the rat in the
rubble locates the air?

In extremis,
necessity finds a way.

It has always been thus,
it will always be thus.

Sergeant Woolf is here.

He wants to talk to Trixie.

Patrick? Patrick, shall
I make more coffee?

Oh, no, I'm heading
off in a minute.

I'll have some if he
doesn't want any.

I've told you before, percolator
coffee isn't good for you!

Tea's quite strong
enough for a teenage boy.

Now, upstairs, all three of you.

Timothy's in charge
of supervising teeth.

I'm planning to be a
doctor, not a dentist.

Teeth, now. Spit spot.

There's nothing in
the paper yet, is there?

No.

And if and when there is, it will
only merit a column inch or so.

It won't say anything about the
two little children she left behind,

or, or the look on her husband's
face when he knew that she was gone.

I won't have you blaming yourself
for that poor woman's death.

You didn't make the
law, you obeyed it.

And you did everything
you could to save her.

Yes, last night.

But the truth is I
failed her weeks ago.

- I gave her no choice.
- You had no choice!

If you can shed any light at
all on Mrs. Tennant's thoughts

or movements, anything...

I'll tell you
everything that I know.

Jeannie was unhappy.

Jeannie was frightened.

Jeannie did not
want to have a baby.

And I can also tell you
that we see this all the time.

Young, young girls.

Exhausted older women.

Mothers who don't know
where their next penny

or their next
beating's coming from!

And others who want to take
control of their bodies and their lives!

And all we can do is
pat them on the hand

and say "You'll manage,
everybody does."

But not everybody does!

Not everybody believes us.

I'm so sorry, I can't help you.

But I'm even more sorry
that I couldn't help her.

I am so proud of you.

I'm sorry I wasn't
with you last night.

He was well cared for.

Thank you, Sister.

Don't thank me,
thank his grandmother.

My mum was with him?!

He won't go to bed
without Jeannie.

I keep saying, "She's
coming, she's coming,"

but it ain't true, and
I know he knows it.

If there's anything at all
that you can remember

that you can pass on to us,

anything she said, any hint
she dropped, even accidentally...

I know it cost £7.

Because that's what's
missing from the pot.

Hey, sshhh, sshhh.

I don't know this woman's name.

I don't know where she lives.

But I know she charges, £7.

Thank you, for
looking after him, Mum.

I thought I'd lost you.

When I think what our
last words might've been...

You didn't lose me.

I'm right here.

It's something when they
put them in your arms, isn't it?

I knew straight away I'd
do anything to keep him safe

and to give him the best.

I understand, Mum.

I've been the
worst sort of fool.

So fixed in my ideas, I
forgot what's important.

I'm sorry...

..to both of you.

Are the Underground
still looking for drivers?

I think the lad's a
bit young yet, Enid.

I was thinking more of his dad!

Oh, I'm sorry, Sister Julienne.

I didn't mean to interrupt
your private devotions.

No. Come and join me.

Sometimes prayer is like any
other form of conversation -

better with more than one voice.

You may lead us both.

Almighty and everlasting
God, give unto us the...

Increase of faith,
hope and charity.

Make us to love that
which thou dost command.

Through Jesus
Christ our Lord, amen.

My huge apologies, Sister.
Enid Wilson's labor is progressing

and only you will do.

She don't look well,
Sister, she really don't.

Are you sure there's
nothing wrong?

This is normal
labor, Mr. Wilson.

Keep it going, Enid,
right through to the end.

- Well done.
- Oh, blimey!

Can we do that thing with the
flannel again, on your head?

No! You keep getting
water in my ears!

Do you want to move to the
end of the bed, so you can see?

No, I'm sorry, I don't.

You think he'd be used to the
sight of things coming out of tunnels!

Are you feeling quite
well, Mr. Wilson?

Because if you're not, may I
suggest you step outside for a little air?

Enid has work to do.

Keep pushing,
that's it! There, there!

Is it out yet? Is it out?

Not yet, but you're
doing so wonderfully well.

I think we'll have
baby on the next one.

Just one push, Enid
- hold Cilla's hand.

I don't know what
you're doing in here.

Come on, Mum.

You show me how it's done.

I've had a baby, and
I'm none the wiser!

Oh, you did all right.

Keep, keep going.

- That's it, push.
- Come on, Mum! Come on, Mum!

- Come on!
- I've got the head.

Come on!

You have a daughter.

- A beautiful daughter.
- And a sister.

Hello! Oh, hello!

Does this mean this
one's been born an aunt?

I can't make
head nor tail of it!

Oh, hello!

Some have no
horizon left to run to.

Those left behind must
walk on as best they can.

And things that were once part
of the present, and the future,

speak all too
loudly of the past.

Do we lay them down, or
love them? Let them live?

Love is never the only answer,

but it is always the best,

the simplest, the one most
likely to withstand the test of time.

The solution we remember when
the question has been laid down,

all quarrels put aside.

Love is the beginning.

It should be the final word.

Everyone ticked off,
all present and correct.

Except one.

I can take her
place in the display.

I can smooth over
the gap in the routine,

and it will look
all right, but...

But it's all wrong, isn't it?

Come on.

Let's do it for her.

There are always shadows,
but they fall behind us.

Echoes, but they
fade upon the air.

You will sometimes
forget, but not always.

Go forward in joy.

I don't want to.

Hello?

- Cyril Robinson.
- He wants to be a dad so badly!

You and your assistance
has ruined my daughter's life!

This is all your fault!

She deserves your
respect, not your anger.

I am here to work, Cyril,

and I cannot allow
myself to get distracted.