All language subtitles for Call the Midwife S04E07 Episode 7-eng(1)

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MATURE JENNY: In Poplar in 1960,

the midwives of Nonnatus House
were on perpetual duty.

New life arrived with every season,

at every time of day.

And in the mists and darkness
of the autumn...

Nearly there, my love.

... birth sparked a little light
into the gloom,

bringing mystery and hope,

the unknown and the longed-for,

burning like a candle in the night.

We've got her from here, Mr Dent.

All right?

That's it.

(BABY CRYING)

Thank goodness the water in Bow
is only off for tonight.

We're bursting at the seams.

Ah, Mrs Dent.

Let's get you settled.

We've the delivery room ready

and I've commandeered Dr Turner's
office as a second delivery area,

though I'm just wondering if I should
call in another pair of hands?

Delivering a baby

when the Luftwaffe is raining down
all kinds of carnage,

that's a challenge.

But a lack of running water
in a packed ward?

We'll take that in our stride,
Mrs Turner.

No, it can't be.

Goldilocks?

I'm sorry?

Marion Gold?

It's me, Shirley Copper.
Well, Dent now.

That's about right,
I can't walk two paces

without bumping into something.

Bow Girls, '48?

I was going out with lan Dent

and you were stepping out
with that posh one from the grammar.

Oh, he fancied himself something rotten.

What was his name? Geoffrey...

Godfrey. My husband.

You ain't changed a bit.

I sent a Christmas card
every year to your mum's.

Well, if this ain't
the cherry on the cake.

This'll make the time fly by, won't it?

Let's get you into bed, Mrs Dent,

see how far along you are.

And you've done all of this
with your pinhole camera?

Imagine what I could do
with a real camera, Dad.

Getting into the Photographic Club
almost guarantees you a merit badge.

As does making sure this
bathroom is back in working order

by the time Mum comes off duty.

You didn't have to walk me home.

Well, I take the safety
of my volunteers very seriously.

Anything could happen
this time of night.

You didn't seem too bothered
about Arthur Tuft,

he lives in Limehouse.

Well, maybe I didn't like
his conversation.

(CHUCKLES)

Never knew a man could
make a week in Sorrento

last so long.

You should keep that locked.

Oh, don't be daft,
I know everyone round here.

Besides, I've got protection.

Goodnight, Fred.

Night, Vi.

Come on, keep it coming, yes.

Not long now. Not long.

- That's it. Go on.
- (GROANS)

Oh, nearly there. Now, listen to me.

In a minute, I'm going
to ask you to do some little breaths,

- just gentle ones.
- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

Like playing the flute?

Yeah, if you like, like the flute.
That's it.

But when I ask for it, all right?

Yes, here we come.

- Push, push, push.
- (GROANING)

Yes!

Little breaths, please. Little breaths.

That's it. Keep it light, keep it easy.

Good. Very good.

(MOANING)

- (BABY CRYING)
- Oh, you've got a little girl.

You have a beautiful daughter.

And every inch of her is yours.

Oh, I love you.

Has Goldilocks had hers yet?

I need all your concentration.

Nothing else matters.

Another push.

- Come on, Shirley.
- I can't do any more.

We know you're exhausted

but we want baby out
and you're doing so brilliantly.

Contraction coming.

Come on now, Shirley!
All the energy you have.

One more push for baby.

- (GROANING)
- That's it.

- We're so close now, Shirley.
- (GROANING)

Push now, I know it stings.

Keep pushing, it will help.

That's it, that's it, that's it.

That's it!

(BABY CRYING)

You've got a daughter, Shirley.

Now, do remember to push
my borough laundry service.

It's available
to all incontinence patients,

bed linen washed and returned
quite free of charge.

That's a list of all our sufferers.

Of course, Nurse Crane. I'll do my best.

Your best is a tick
against every name on that list.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

I'd lead the charge with you
but I'm telephone-bound this morning.

Dad!

I was up half the night
looking for that.

I used to take it everywhere.

A real camera for you, Tim.

Thank you.

It's even got a timer.

For the great self-portrait.

Photographer as a young tyke.

There's a girl.

Yes.

Yes, that's right.

Oh, fingers all strong,
like monkey paws.

Ooh, yes.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

What on earth!

Fire in the laundry room.

We need to evacuate.

We need to go now. Take the babies.

- That's it.
- I'll get the others.

(BELL RINGING)

That's right.

Nothing to worry your cotton
socks about. Upsy-daisy.

We have a fire and we need
to leave quickly and calmly.

Anyone who doesn't feel able to walk,

say so immediately.

WOMAN: Has somebody taken my baby?

Take my arm, Shirley.

- Can you manage, Mrs Smith?
- Yes, yes, yes.

They've dropped it, haven't they?

- The bomb.
- What!

Where's my baby, sister?

Sister Evangelina has your babies.

Don't worry, your babies are safe.

Hurry now, fast as you can.

Come on, this way.

Is anyone hurt?

Where's Shelagh?

She's getting them out.

We've got everyone. She's coming.

This way, ladies. Quickly.

(ALL CLAMOURING)

Are you all right?

Yes.

Here we are.

Everyone to Nonnatus,
we'll check you and your babies there.

NURSE: This way, ladies.

Do let me help you, Mrs Mills.

Oh, no, sister, it's good for me

and Tommy would hate for anyone to see.

Oh, I've put your egg white
on the side, sister.

Hello, sister.

Hello, Mr Mills.

- Let's see to that dressing for you.
- Uh-oh.

I'm going to roll you now, Mr Mills.

I'm sorry, I know
it's uncomfortable for you.

No, not at all.

It's looking very much better.

I'm going to seal it
with the egg white.

Sister.

There's a new lady and she says

I can't do the washing
for Tommy no more.

Is she from the government?

This is Nurse Gilbert,

- she's with us at Nonnatus.
- Oh.

I was just explaining to Mrs Mills

about the council's
new laundry service.

Nurse Crane is very keen

that anyone entitled
should make good use of it.

May I put your husband down for it,
Mrs Mills?

It's free of charge

and you can't possibly manage
like this at your age.

Will you tell the lady she's very kind

but we wouldn't need a service.

But the damp,
it's a terrible risk to your husband.

I see he had pneumonia
this time last year.

Thank you, Nurse Gilbert.

We're so sorry
to have disturbed you, Mrs Mills.

- I'll come back tomorrow.
- All right.

I don't understand.

Surely she would benefit from
the service more than anyone?

She's so frail.

Mr Mills would be terribly upset

if he thought he was on a list
in a council office

or at Nonnatus.

You do know he's a relative of Fred's?

- I had no idea.
- And Mrs Mills may be frail

but her pride's strong.

We must help her keep hold of it
as long as she can.

I just want to help.

I see he suffers with bedsores

and, well, this would be one thing
off their plates.

Sometimes we have to wait
for our help to be asked for.

Nurse Crane wanted a tick
against every name on the list.

Then, with the greatest of respect,

Nurse Crane will have to be patient.

Now, everyone,

because we can't care for you
in the Maternity Home,

we're going to visit you daily
in your own homes.

But if there is anything
that concerns you,

you telephone us immediately.

Your husbands are expecting you.
We've informed them all.

Mr Smith will pick you up himself.

He's on his way.

Mrs Lawes, Dr Turner will see you now,
please come through.

I thought we was goners.

It's all been very upsetting,
I must say.

What a little darling.

And yours. She's lovely, Shirley.

Did you hear
what Auntie Goldilocks said?

Marion, are you all right?

She's beautiful.

SHIRLEY: Can you believe it?

We don't see each other for years
and here we are,

daughters on the same day.

That's fate, that is.

You probably don't remember Shirley
from school, do you?

Take baby, Godfrey.

I want to get home.

Well, that's us, then, Shirley.

Oh, right. You on the phone?

Well, I don't suppose
there's much point,

we're moving to Basildon.

That's even more reason
for a good old natter.

School's a long time ago, Shirley.

We've both got busy lives now.

Right you are.

- Your usual, dear?
- Thank you, miss.

- Will there be anything else?
- Oh, no, miss.

Thank you. You're very kind.

(ONLY THE LONELYPLAYING ON RADIO)

Are you sure you don't want me to stay?

Delia won't mind.

Don't be ridiculous.

Even if you do so obviously
prefer her company to mine.

Patsy, I'm quite all right.

No one was hurt.

Besides, I need to read
my copy of Vogue,

there's a waiting list for it after me.

Go.

I'll try to be quiet coming back.

It was terrifying.

Evangelina, terrified?

You've met her, haven't you?

Sorry.

Just don't know
what I'd do if I lost you.

I'm the same.

I sometimes feel as if we're ghosts.

Half with each other
but mostly without.

I think it would be easier to do
what everyone's so bloody insistent on

and get married and just accept
that you and I can never be.

Delia, do you think I can bear it?

I think you cope better
with facades than I do.

Can we buy two pretty girls a cake?

We don't like cake.

You don't really want
to get married, do you?

Yes. More than anything.

To you, you fool.

But I can't.

So that's that.

You dip a little at the bottom,
Nurse Mount.

Not for the first time.

Do you think it's wise for the children

to be carrying turnips
with lighted candles?

Well, it is a lantern parade.

It is the turnips' glow
that lights the way of the dead.

Do you mean ghosts, lady?

No, dear, of course we don't.

Do not speak for the pagans.

They say

Halloween is the night that the dead
return to walk among us.

Which we have absolutely
no evidence for.

You mustn't worry, dear.

Jesus came back from the dead

and did miracles so is Jesus a ghost?

I'd like to see a ghost.

You can put your hand through them,

they feel like a cloud.

I've never touched a cloud

but I bet it feels like candyfloss.

(CHUCKLES)

WOMAN: Glenda Severs, come back at once.

My mother's dead.
I should like to see her.

Will you bring her back for Halloween?

Glenda Severs!

I don't think either of us
actually heard you say no.

Am I the authority
on all in heaven and earth?

- Fred?
- Mmm-hmm?

Do you think you might find
the time to visit Mr Mills?

I know he and Mrs Mills
are on their own a good deal.

I'm sure your friendly face now and then
would be much appreciated.

If you get the time.

Oh, sister, I'm so glad I caught you.

I couldn't sleep last night

for worrying about
how I'd rather put my foot in it

- with Mr and Mrs Mills.
- You mustn't upset yourself.

A friend of a friend, a nurse,
she's making a study of bedsores

and I thought it might be
useful for you,

to help Mr Mills.

She advises against cleaning
the sores with hydrogen peroxide.

She can't be suggesting we do nothing.

She seems to have had success
by simply turning the patients

every two hours.

Oh, of course I'll read these

but I just don't know if I could
manage to visit every two hours.

Then might I help you?

Now, how are we doing
on my laundry take-up?

Getting there, Nurse Crane, pushing on.

I believe it was you who said,

"Softly, softly, catchee monkey."

Hmm. Not too soft, mind,

or monkey scarpers.

I must say, I'm rather surprised.

(BABY CRYING)

She's gained a whole two ounces.

That really is very well done.

Jackie.

Though if you heard lan,
you'd think she were called Princess.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, glad to see
you're concentrating on security.

Well, now that you've made
me all nervous, Fred...

Sister Monica Joan is doing
something with turnips

and she wants some nice ribbon
to hang them on.

Right. Well, if you're hanging them
in the hollow,

then the half-inch
should be strong enough

but take the inch-wide.
Be on the safe side.

My dad's cousin.

He's not too good these days.

I haven't been in
as much as I should have.

I've left things

and now I don't know
quite where to start.

Fred, you just go.

It's just...

I'm no good at the old chit-chat.

Oh, Fred.

I had that dream again last night,

you know the one I get.

The one... The one I had
at the end of the war.

When I came home?

And I could smile again.

We danced all night.

- Ow, ow, ow.
- Gert?

Oh, it's just old bones,
that's all, dear.

- (DOOR OPENING)
- BARBARA: Nonnatus House calling!

There. All fresh again.

Now, Mr Mills, this is Nurse Gilbert.

She has some very interesting
suggestions as to how we might help you.

By turning you every few hours,

we should relieve some of the pressure
on your bedsores.

We hope you'll be more
comfortable as a result of it.

No, no, no, no. Don't trouble yourself.

Oh, nurse, if you could make
him more comfortable.

We'll do our best, Mrs Mills.

In the meantime, I'm afraid

you'll have to put up
with seeing a little more of us.

Let's pop you on your side, Mr Mills.

One, two, three.

Now, then, Deborah, what have
you got to be grizzling about,

- hey?
- (CRYING)

What is it, sister?

There's a blueness to her lips,

I would like doctor to have
a little look at her.

May I use your telephone?

My old dad loved that picture house,

it's where he met my mum.

Same for me and Gert.

Oh! Oh, let me help, Mrs Mills.

Oh, no, dear.
It's just lovely you're both here.

She's very nice, Frederick.

Yes, she is, isn't she?

TOMMY: Fifty years married, we are.

Not ever apart,

except for the war.

Oh, that's lovely.

And you each know what the other's
thinking before you even think it.

And you don't need to talk, even.

Me and my Bert weren't together
that long but we was just as happy.

I'm going to have Deborah seen
by the Hospital for Sick Children.

I can't be sure but I'm picking up
what may be a heart murmur.

Oh, Lord.

Now, Mrs Smith, worrying won't help.

Great Ormond Street
has some wonderful doctors.

The hospital has
a specialist heart unit.

Mrs Smith,
we will find out what's wrong.

Oh.

I thought I'd save you a journey.

Oh, Mrs Mills,
that's why you buy the napkins?

- (KNOCKS ON DOOR)
- Oh!

That'll be the nurse.

She mustn't be troubled,
she's got Tommy to care for.

I'm sorry, Mrs Mills, but this
can't pass and you'll not dissuade me.

Oh, whatever's the matter?

I can't worry Tommy.

You're right and
that's why you must be helped.

Please, Mrs Mills, let me help you.

- Oh, I manage, Nurse.
- You don't have to manage alone.

(GROANING)

Oh, Mrs Mills.

There are dressings in the tin.

But they're for Tommy.
I shan't take from his care.

We have enough care for both of you.

(SOBBING) I'm sorry.

Gert kept all that worry to herself
because she didn't want to upset Tommy.

They couldn't live without each other.
You can see it, can't you?

You need a hot drink.

(BELL RINGING)

You've made your point.

Turkish coffee.

My son Derek
brought it back from a holiday

and I've been saving it.

He says the secret's hot milk.

And these cups,

well, these are what the Italians
are using in Soho.

So consider yourself spoiled.

Gert will get good care,

the Nonnatuns will make sure of that
and we'll look in on them all we can.

Thank you for what you've done.

Ah, I should be getting back.

I'm meant to put a bicycle chain
on one of the bikes.

It needs to be done before tonight.

Fred?

We're too old to be silly
about this, aren't we?

Now, either you like me

or you don't.

I do.

Oh, I do.

But I know how hard it is.

You can't let them go
and they can't let you go, either.

Fred, I've known him since 16.

I know.

All your life, Vi.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

How is she?

Please.

Professor Gribben oversees
the heart and lung unit here.

He knows more about the infant
heart than almost anyone in the world.

Deborah couldn't be in better hands.

But what is it?

What's the matter with her?

She has a heart murmur.

What we don't know is why.

They can't make a diagnosis

without gauging the blood pressure
within her heart.

Deborah is in the very
best place, Mrs Smith.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

DR TURNER: Tim?

Are you still developing
or can I open the door?

No, don't.

I'm at a crucial stage.

And what was on there?

I'm trying to think
when it would have been.

You must have had
your finger on the lens,

there's nothing on them.

Sister Monica Joan, you've a visitor.

Waiting on the steps.

- Hello.
- Oh, hello.

Did you find out about my mother?
Is she coming?

Supernatural beings

are not mine to give
assurances on behalf of.

I've written her a letter.

You will give it to her, won't you?

She might not recognise me, you see.
She died when I was born.

Glenda, dear, does your father
know you're here?

He don't care about me,

he's got Maureen and the new baby.

Besides, I've got to get back to school.

Oh.

How exactly do you propose
communicating with the departed?

Leonora Severs, departed? (CHUCKLES)

The only place she's
passed on to is Liverpool.

This is where the hole is.

Between the lower two chambers.

Please, I don't want
to see that picture.

I'm so sorry.

I thought it might help explain
what Professor Gribben is suggesting.

I know how difficult this must be.

Her heart...

It's her soul, isn't it?

Her nature.

How will she be complete?

How will she love if it's opened up,
if it's changed in any way?

Her soul won't be touched, my love.

This is a procedure that could help
the blood flow properly to her lungs

in order that it obtain enough oxygen.

Nothing would be done
until she is at least 18 months.

But if it can wait until then,
why does she need it at all?

It's a matter
of practicality, Mrs Smith.

She's too small.

If she were older
and you were agreeable,

the surgeons would operate now.

That's how much she needs it?

Without the shunt operation,

the fear is Deborah
may not survive infancy.

WINIFRED: Mr Severs?

Glenda's father?

What's happened? Is she all right?

Please don't be alarmed.

And forgive me for tracking you down.

Glenda seems to think
her mother's passed away

and is hoping her ghost
will return on Halloween.

That won't be possible, will it?

Even if it were possible, if you follow.

(SIGHS)

That woman,

still wreaking havoc.

As far as I'm concerned,

my wife Maureen,
she's Glenda's mother now.

It's not my business, I know,
but Glenda wants to see her very much.

See her?

Leonora ran out on her
when she was three months.

Oh, Mr Severs, I had no idea.

Well, it's not something
a man wants to talk about.

How his wife cheated on him.

But I loved that little kid

since the day she was born,
just as if she were my own.

And I'd rather she mourned
a ghost than know the truth,

that her mother never
even wrote to ask after her.

It's a nasty lesion, Mrs Mills.

I'm going to arrange for you
to be seen by a specialist.

I just want some cream for it.

You'll be seen at The London

and we'll make sure Nurse Gilbert
can go with you.

I'll be in touch as soon as I can.

Thank you, Dr Turner.

Tommy can't manage on his own.

No one will be managing alone.

Sister Mary Cynthia
will look after Mr Mills

while I'm with you at the hospital.

Oh, right.

Thought I'd find you here.

I hate to think of her alone.

God watches over all of us,

even when we think he's forgotten.

She's got an angel's kiss.

The little birthmark on her right leg.

My granny used to call it
"the kiss from the angels".

(SNIFFS)

For protection.

Sounds like she knew a thing or two.

When you return from memory lane,
Nurse Franklin,

may I suggest you organise an area

in which we can store
those records securely?

Mrs Dent wants some
details for her birth book.

Mmm?

Hmm. I'd quite forgotten
little Jackie had a birthmark.

It's faded now
but it was rather distinctive.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS)

Oh!

Oh!

(PANTING)

Sister Evangelina? What is it?

I've made a terrible mistake.

I've made a dreadful, dreadful mistake.

What could you possibly do
that could cause such distress?

The Dent baby is with the Smiths

and the Smith baby is with the Dents.

(SOBBING)

All the other babies were tagged,

it was just those two
because of the fire

and I had them in my arms
and I knew which was which...

Or I thought I did.

I muddled them up!

I gave each baby to the wrong mother.

What am I going to do?
What on earth am I going to do?

Ah.

Thank you.

Godfrey Smith had surgery for
a broken arm a couple of years ago,

we'll have his details.

Yes, here we are.

Blood group A-negative.

And Marion Smith,

blood group O-negative.

And the baby?

Here we are. Deborah Smith.

Blood group O-positive.

(SIGHS)

Two Rhesus negative parents cannot make

a Rhesus positive baby.
It is not possible.

What of the Dents, Mrs Turner?

We only have Mrs Dent's details.

O-positive.

Well, that explains
our Rhesus positive baby.

Debbie belongs to the Dents

and Jackie to the Smiths. (SOBBING)

This is not your mistake alone,

we are a team and we will resolve this.

How?

I hear you've been rather
prodded and poked today, Mrs Mills.

I'm sorry about that.

Oh, it's no matter, sir.

The lesion is what we call
a fungating wound.

Are you in pain?

Oh, it's not too bad, sir.

Considerable pain, sir.

I'm sorry, Mrs Mills, but you are.

We'd expect that
with a lesion of this type.

I'm afraid it has revealed

- a cancer beneath your skin, Mrs Mills.
- Oh.

We'd like to perform
a radical mastectomy.

The procedure would involve
removing the breast...

Oh, God.

...and underlying pectoralis muscle

and a number of underarm lymph nodes.

That way we'll know without doubt
if it's spread to the lymphatic system.

If it's spread to the lymph nodes,
we'll follow up with radiotherapy.

It's an awful lot to take in,

I think we'll need some time.

We'd want to bring Mrs Mills in quickly.

Am I dying, sir?

Without surgery, yes.

Oh!

And with it, am I still dying?

You'll have less pain
and more time, Mrs Mills.

(SIGHS)

Lightning Charles
might do well tomorrow.

Gert said no more bets.

Quite right, too,
she was always the brains.

Mmm.

I was the looks.

Mmm, to be fair, that's Gert, too.

- You're a lucky man, Tommy.
- So are you.

Mrs Gee is a lovely lady.

Yes, she is.

She is.

I think her Bert must
have been like you,

'cause she can't forget him.

Well, does she have to?

I can't compete
with someone who's perfect.

Nobody's perfect.

Love makes us that way

but you have to
open your heart to them first.

BARBARA: We'll get back
and we'll put the kettle on

and we'll have a nice cup of tea

and we'll think about what to do next.

You mustn't worry and you won't be
on your own for any of it.

Do you need to sit down, Mrs Mills?
(STAMMERS) Or some water?

I thought he'd go first.

I always wanted it that way.

That I should always be there for him.

That he would never be alone.

Oh, nurse, what do I say to him?

You mustn't think that way.

You must only think of getting better.

Yes.

Oh, Tommy.

I think we must
come straight out with it,

- there is no way to soften the blow.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I think you're right.

The parents are on their way.

It should face these poor people alone,
this is not your mistake.

And it's not your punishment.

This must be about resolution.
What will condemnation solve?

It's what I deserve.

SHELAGH: You deserve a medal.

You put all those babies
before your own safety.

Because of you, all are well.

I've destroyed two families.

Sister Evangelina, you are my family

and we will find a way through,
all of us,

the Smiths, the Dents and Nonnatus.

(DOOR OPENS)

I'm always saying
what a small world it is.

JULIENNE: I'm afraid it's no coincidence
that you're all here together, Mr Dent.

- Paperwork, is it? For the babies?
- Please sit down.

Our baby's in the hospital,
what's this all about?

The hospital? What's wrong?

Marion, what's wrong?

I'm afraid we have some very...
difficult news.

In the evacuation following the fire
in the Maternity Home,

a very grave mistake was made.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I didn't put the name tags on the babies
before I took them out. (INHALES)

I thought I knew who was who

but I'm afraid I didn't.

SHELAGH: Your babies were muddled.

Mrs Dent, your baby was born
with a birthmark,

which I know you've seen
is no longer there.

Mrs Smith,

baby Deborah

now has a birthmark
on her lower right leg,

the size of a sixpence?

But the nurse said it could fade,

so it stands to reason
that it could come up and all.

For protection.

An angel's kiss.

We've confirmed our mistake
from your blood groups.

It's not biologically possible
for Deborah to be your child.

I can't take this in.

We know how very distressing this is.

I'm sorry that you are faced
with the possibility

of losing a child
that you've grown to love.

Our hope is that because
events happened relatively swiftly,

bonds could be re-established.

You gave our baby to them
while we've been to hell with theirs?

And we've given our love to yours.

SHIRLEY: Please.

Tell me what's wrong with my baby.

SHELAGH: Deborah has a heart condition

that stops her blood
receiving enough oxygen.

I wish I could say you have
all the time in the world

but a decision will need
to be made over Deborah's surgery.

Surgery? But she's just a tot.

MARION: She needs a great deal of care,

she's very delicate.

She needs her mother.

She needs someone capable.

And you think I'm not?

You never took anything seriously.
Not school or life.

And I can't imagine you with a baby
with a heart that does not work!

- (SHIRLEY SNIFFLES)
- Oh, come along, Godfrey,

I've got to be home in case
the hospital telephones. Not here.

This is an awful lot to take in.

Go home, Mr and Mrs Dent,

where you may have peace
to think matters over.

I can't see the good of it.

The operation, I mean.

I'd be away,
I wouldn't know for how long.

I don't want to be away,
I want to be here for you.

You must have the operation, Gert.

But it might all be for nothing,
they might not get the cancer out.

- We'll pray that they do.
- Hmm.

I don't want to lose you,
not until every last fight's lost.

We go through what we go through
together, we live for one another, Gert.

Be with me
as long as ever you can, please.

Hmm.

Her little heart's not working.

And we're not in the hospital with her.

- (BABY COOS)
- I can't hardly take it.

How can I love Jackie so much?

She ain't even mine.

SHIRLEY: She's my world.

I never knew happiness like it.

Everything's different
now she's in our lives.

I keep thinking, are they kind?

Do they love her,
the way we love Jackie, I mean?

It can't be made right, can it?

Whatever we do,
we've lost our little baby.

They say God works in mysterious ways.

He tests us with pain.

You know, he's sparing us, he...

He's giving us another chance.

Of course, it will hurt
in the short term

but in the long run, we'll forget
all of this. We're blessed.

- We can have our baby back.
- Our baby

- is in Great Ormond Street.
- She's not.

She's with those fools,
you said it yourself. And she's...

- Well, she's perfect.
- Stop it!

Don't ask me to bring up a child
who's not even mine,

who won't even live beyond infancy.

She will live. She'll have the surgery

- and she'll live.
- She's not ours.

Shirley can't look after her.

Not like I can. (SCOFFS)

(SNIFFLES)

Useless, useless...

You fool.

(SOBBING)

- MONICA JOAN: My thoughts exactly.
- (GASPS)

I have always found that drainer
an exercise in precarious balance.

I never liked this china.

(CLATTERS)

Whereas

you are irreplaceable

and we would be so lost without you.

(SOBS)

We need to wrap up,
the mist's coming in.

Ow! Ah!

Oh, promise me, sister, promise me

- you'll look after him.
- I promise.

And already his bedsore
is looking a good deal better.

Think only of getting well, Mrs Mills.

We live for each other.

We always have.

We will have more time, Tommy.

Hurry back to me.

- Hmm?
- Yes.

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

(SIGHS) Pack and non-pack,

remember what we do with our lanterns?

Where is she? Where's Mother?

Glenda, dear child.

I cannot bring your mother to you.

But your father is here
and he very much wants to see you.

He don't care about me.

Don't talk that way.

Glenda, Glenda...

I came to see you, didn't I?

See this parade you're part of.

I'm sorry you miss your mum.

She'd have wanted to see you tonight.

She'd have loved you so much.

Why don't you talk about her?

It hurts.

But I will, love, when you're older.

I wanted her to watch over me.

Well, that's my job, you see.

And your mum made me promise her that,

just before she passed on.

She said,

"My little girl is the most
precious thing in the world

"and you're to treasure her
every single minute of every day."

And I do. But I'm sorry
for the times you don't see it.

We're not dead.

And we won't live as we were.

We'll find a way to be together,
I promise you.

I'm on first watch tonight.

Hmm, you're staying?

We're to look after you
until Mrs Mills can.

That was our promise.

Hmm.

(BELL CHIMES)

Hello, Fred, it's nice to see you.

What's all this,
you're having a clear-out?

(SIGHS) Well, I'm packing it in.

I mean, I've just been pottering along

and I can't see the point any more.

My son's suggested
I stay with him in Plymouth.

For your holidays?

A bit longer than that, Fred.

I mean, what's to be here for, eh?

I'm after a padlock.

Oh. Erm...

I could let you have a bit off the price
on this one, because...

Fred?

I don't want you going to Plymouth,

don't want you going anywhere
unless it's with me.

I don't care if I have to
share you with Bert or...

or the memory of him.

Violet,

I wish we were a pair.

I wish you'd marry me.

Well, why don't you ask me, then?

- I just did.
- Oh, yeah.

Well, then...

yes!

Yes!

You know I said I'd give you
a bit off the price of that padlock?

It's 'cause I don't have the key.

Well.

We'll have to stay here forever,
then, won't we?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

DR TURNER: There's nothing more
you could have done, my love.

SHELAGH: I have to make sure
it never happens again.

The Maternity Home must be above error.

We have the name tags,

the identification records.

(COOS)

I couldn't love Angela more.

Not even if I'd given birth to her.

It's the same as I feel about Timothy.

And if you were in Marion
or Shirley's place,

if you had the choice?

It's so different,
what those poor parents are facing.

Angela is ours.

There are a billion other babies
out there but I don't think of them.

Only of her.

It's not about reason or logic.

(WHISPERS) We shouldn't be
talking like this in front of her.

Oh! Do you have to?

Not strictly but it embarrasses you
and that keeps us entertained.

I feel rather different
about saving your bacon now, Mum.

Ooh!

Well, perhaps we'll feel different
about your pocket money on Saturday.

You photograph each baby,
when it's born.

That way no one will ever
lose their mothers

and you won't have to feel rotten
about something that wasn't your fault.

Oh, Tim!

Thank you.

Now, my finger definitely
won't be over the lens this time.

So we have the chance...

of a picture worth keeping.

(CAMERA TIMER BUZZING)

Say "cheese".

ALL: Cheese!

She will live, won't she?

They don't make promises.

She'll need so much care, Shirley.

We were friends once.

We're not children any more.

Deborah may not live.
Why would you take that on?

Because I carried her for nine months

and I loved her more with every day.

I don't want another minute
without my baby.

(BABY COOS)

(CRIES)

You carried Jackie,
how could you be without her?

I can't think that way.

It isn't right what's happened

but it's happened
and we have to just go on.

(BABY CRYING)

I don't want a choice.

I don't want to wonder
and I don't want to compare.

I want to love what feels like mine.

You can't even stop her crying.

You couldn't manage Deborah.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

I can't let her down.

- (BABY COOS)
- She needs me.

(BABY CRYING)

They both need us.

Do you think I could bear
to lose Jackie?

The thought of it makes me ill.

This ain't in my head, Marion,
this is in my heart.

I need to be with my baby.

(COOS)

Shhh.

I'm sorry what I said the other night.

Truth is I always wanted to be like you.

You always seemed happy.

(EXHALES) It's because I was.

I had my best friend.

We go forward, sister.

Together.

As a family.

MATURE JENNY: Light will often pierce
the darkness when we least expect it.

And if we are fortunate,
when we need it most.

Science can pave the way
but we need human hands to guide us

and love to illuminate the path
that lies ahead.

Hey!

TRIXIE: The one thing
that makes me feel better

is a glass of Scotch.

I'm aware there are better times
for me to be going off

to do a fortnight's course
at The London.

Have you managed to prepare
any food for Neil?

MAUREEN: I can't face boiling m...
BARBARA: Milk?

(VOMITS)

Oh, this is more than morning sickness,
Mrs Turner.

EVANGELINA: The boiler has died
from inattention.

I may yet suffer the same fate.

PATSY: Oh, Delia, you don't want
to end up

in some filthy hole living cheek-by-jowl
with a lot of students.

FRED: Did you get the letter?
About my lady friend?

Yes, Dad, I did.

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