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We've got to go, George.
The Darwin won't unload itself!

Just 10 more minutes.

I promised I'd wait
as long as I could.

'It was time to return to the place
that I called home.

'Grief had kept me absent
for too long,

'and if my healing
was not complete,

'I could picture a day
when it might be so.

'Now I needed to be
with the friends I loved

'and return to the work
that defined me.'

George!

'Midwifery is about separation,

'physically dividing into two that
which has been one for nine months.

'There is beauty
and relief in the cleaving.

'There is labour
but there is reward.

'I had survived a wound,
a loss that ripped my heart

'and made it bleed.'

Hello, stranger!

You're quite the act to follow,
Jenny Lee!

'Restored to Nonnatus House,
I was safe in harbour.'

We're very close now.
Breathe gently, Pamela.

That's the stuff.

SHE WHIMPERS

That's better.

Gently. Don't push.

It's a caulbearer,
born in the amniotic sac.

A mermaid's purse full of luck,
according to the old wives' tale.

I've only heard about them.

BABY CRIES

Perfect little girl.

In olden times, they dried the caul
and sold it to a sailor

to keep him safe.

It's a great prize.

I want to keep it for my George.

He's out all hours on the river
as a lighterman.

Every one of them's an age to me.

BABY CRIES

On the chest of drawers, Nurse.
Green for a girl.

Light it for me, would you?

Hang it in the window for my George.

He said he'd wait
as long as he could.

Nurse Miller and I will
take it in turns to visit.

You'll be well looked after, Pamela.

A girl! Yes!

SHOUTS: Yes!

Ha ha ha!

Mater!

Oh, Camilla.

I see that grace does not grow
exponentially with age.

Jenny,
you must have your old room back.

Honestly, I'm more than happy
in the box room.

I've rather got used to
having my own.

Chichester's changed you,
though I shan't miss the snoring!

You'll be able to get to the mirror.
What a treat!

Do you really have to head off
so soon?

I don't like the thought of you
surrounded by strangers.

Yes, you're sure you're ready
for secondment to the London?

You'll have to hit the ground
running.

I just can't quite pick up
where I left off.

This way,
no-one will ask me how I am

and no-one will feel sorry for me.

Hurry up, then.
It's the London, not Butlins!

You're to collect your uniform
when you arrive.

Oh, and Nurse Lee...

you've been missed.

Greatly.

Nurse Lee?
Very pleased to have you with us.

It's, er, rather different
to district midwifery.

Out there, we can't look after them,
can't stop their glorious leaders

asking for dinner on the table
or their smalls to be washed.

But here, they can rest.

We have two women in early labour
admitted overnight.

You'll find their notes on my desk.

Your priority is to ensure
that they move swiftly

to the labour ward as they progress.

Please excuse me.

Mrs Halford?

We wondered whether you might care
to supper with us. Tomorrow, perhaps?

An evening of jellied eels?

I think not.

I suppose your week is full
of frightfully exciting plans.

I'm here for rather longer.

Permanently, in fact.

Madeira's never really suited me.

But Pater adores it.

That's why he's staying there.
We're going our separate ways.

But why?

I'm tired of living alone.
Your father has many...

..interests. I'm not one of them.

For you, madam.

Oh, Lord! Mater, your watch!
It must have come loose.

Oh, heavens! We'll find it.
Sit down, Camilla! It's not lost.

I have no need of a diamond watch,
far greater need of its value.

Mater, you can't mean you've sold it?

You were not brought up to pry.

Please, come to supper with us
tomorrow.

Whatever's going on,
surely, we might help.

We're your family.

And it would give you a chance
to finally meet Freddie.

I really can't get used to
that name.

After the handyman, you said?

It's for her caul, when it's ready,

so you can have a bit of us with you,
wherever you are.

A mermaid birth!

Mum always said
you could have too much luck.

Spoils you.

Well, I want to be spoilt.

I want five more babies and I want
dogs and cats and a budgie.

I want our family bursting
at the seams, George. All right.

All right, then. If you say so.

And I'll keep you safe,
as long as I live.

Well, I mean, you'd better!

I married you for them strong arms,
not your personality!

BABY CRIES SOFTLY

Morning, Mrs Saint.

My milk won't come.

Nothing to worry about.
It always takes a little while.

And you know how to top up.
She'll do perfectly well with water.

It's just, at the Mothercraft,

they said it's the way we'll form
our bond. It's how she'll know me.

Well, if it won't come, she can't.

That's not quite what we meant.

And we certainly wouldn't expect
your milk to be in yet.

I don't want her having the water.

I read about what
the Metropolitan Water Board do.

They say that we drink the same
glass of water at least three times.

Passes straight through us.

Please calm down! You don't
even know your mother will come.

But if she comes,

do you really think anything less
than spit-spot will pass muster?

And I have to telephone my father,

which is akin to
summoning Churchill!

You'll feel more comfortable
when you've spoken to him.

In the meantime, we don't need to
turn the entire house upside down.

Auntie Mary gave us that!

Oh, and he's perfectly charming,

but now he needs a little nap
in the cupboard.

You're embarrassed by our home.

I just want her
to like something about me.

Even if it's simply my curtains.

I wish you didn't care, Camilla.

I wish you saw yourself as I do.

Patrick, I feel like
I'm pestering you,

but I do need
the details of your referee.

Terrible game! We lost 2-0.
I wouldn't recommend him.

I'm sure the Church of England
Children's Society will be

thrilled how seriously you're taking
the adoption process.

I'm handing the forms in today.

Frank Higginson. We served in Italy
together. He's in my book.

Second drawer down.

Sorry, Nurse.

It's quite all right.
Accidents happen.

It's all good training
for having a family.

For people with families or
who are indeed planning for them.

Or nurses with scrupulous attention
to the cleanliness of their floors.

I was going for
the more abstract route.

I'm after some orange juice.

I've a Bible class.
It's a good carrot.

A reward for making it
through Corinthians.

I wondered if you...
I'm sure we can spare some.

The class, it's this evening.

I'm not really one for Bibles.
I meant after.

Dinner? A walk?

Or the dance?
Well, I hadn't really considered...

I usually go at seven.

All ready for Mrs Rawle?

I see from her notes she delivered
stillborn on her first pregnancy.

That's why she's in early -
for observation.

Do we know whether Mrs Halford
delivered safely this morning?

I haven't heard. Why would you?

If we began to cross-pollinate
with postnatal,

we'd very quickly be in a pickle.

I still marvel at all this,
free of charge.

I lost my mother 30 years ago.

She died in childbirth
with my brother.

My father couldn't afford a doctor.
Now look at us!

Come along in.
Mrs Rawle, we don't bite!

She's had lunch.
Touch dizzy this morning,

She tossed and turned a bit
last night.

I think we'll manage.

You'll be well looked after, love.

You'd hope so. We pay enough
to the National Insurance Scheme!

Thank you.

I'm Nurse Lee.
Let's get you settled.

Not wishing to be rude, but I'd be
much happier with a doctor.

I'm afraid you'll have to
make do with me.

I'll organise a bath for you,
pop your things in the locker.

We'll store your case and coat.

It's new, my case.
Do be careful with it.

I don't want it in a heap.

We're careful with everything,
Mrs Rawle.

Mrs Saint!

What on earth's going on?

Oh, well, there's all this dust.
I don't want my Rose taking it in.

I need to get them curtains down.
There was a fog last night.

Brings the spores in.
Mrs Saint, you need to rest.

Oh! No, I need a clean house
for my baby, so I can relax,

so my milk'll come. Mrs Saint,
it's normal for it to come

when baby's three or four days old.
Rest will only help.

I'm not tired
and there's so much to do.

Just help me with the chest.
Into bed!

What about having
your mother to stay?

I know she's in Harlow,
but it wouldn't be hard to arrange

and she'd be great help to you.

It's scaring her. Your headdress.

The way it flaps.

I'm sorry, little one, but a promise
to our Lord transcends even you.

Think about having your mother.

Your hands are shaking.
Just a bit fiddly, that's all.

A heck of a lot of salmon for two!

She MAY come.

Peter, if you'd heard Father
when I telephoned him.

He was SO cold. He's cut her off
without a penny!

Well, she did up and leave!
Cos she's so bally lonely.

You don't know that for sure.

She's alone and without funds.
That much I do know.

DOORBELL RINGS

Oh, good Lord! She's come!

How's my girls?

You have to stop her, OK?
You have to stop her coming here

cos she's trying
to turn Rose against me.

You have... You have to stop her.
Love?

What's all this?
What are you on about?

FREDDIE CRIES

Well, Lady Browne, what do you think
of our little chap?

I find infant charms
somewhat exaggerated.

So uninspiring
until they can converse!

He may yet inherit some
of my father's talent for politics.

Goodness knows! The country's
in need of a decent politician.

FREDDIE GIGGLES THEN CRIES

I'll take Freddie up.

Come on, mate! Up we go.

Really, Camilla! A man doesn't come
home to be a nursemaid to his child!

Peter adores being with Freddie.

I spoke with Father today.

I asked you not to pry.

I'm worried.

You cannot have the funds to manage,
certainly not at The Savoy.

But I'm not at The Savoy.

I'm at a dear little place
in Bayswater.

You need not concern yourself.

Let us not poke at wounds
we cannot heal.

SHE BUZZES CALL BELL

Mrs Rawle? What is it?

My baby's heartbeat.
It's not been checked for a while.

Checked at 4pm. All perfectly normal.

I want it checked again.
He's gone ever so quiet.

I'll fetch my Pinard,
have a little listen,

put our minds at rest.

Nurse Lee?

We check baby's heartbeat
every four hours.

Any more is wholly unnecessary.

We are not here to indulge.

Mr Saint? Whatever is the matter?

Don't know how to say, Nurse.

Pamela's become very upset.

Mr Saint says you insisted
her mother come to stay.

It seems their relationship
is very fragile.

I suggested it. I certainly didn't
mean to upset her.

I think the whole business
of feeding is worrying her unduly.

She seems to believe it's becoming
a barrier between her and Rose.

That's exactly what I mean.
I'll talk to her tomorrow.

Mr Saint asked that I visit.

Of course. We'll go together.

In place of you.

What a magnificent beast!

The smallest amount, if you would.

How is the weather in Madeira?

Cloudy.

But unburdened by smog.

I understand they have
a very particular fish there

because of the deep water.

I'm not much of an angler,
I'm afraid.

The Farquhar-Thompsons. Aren't
they in town at this time of year?

I believe
Cressida's getting married.

Will you be going?

Perhaps when things quieten down.
Why don't you stay with us?

We'd very much like you with us,
wouldn't we, Peter?

It would give you a chance
to get to know Freddie.

Of course.

London's dreadfully expensive.

You could have our room,
just until you're settled.

We shall muddle along
perfectly well.

I don't wish to muddle.

A parishioner of mine
is struggling greatly.

I'm afraid I need to sit with him
to try and help.

After the dance?

It's a little bit more important
than dancing.

It's a personal crisis.

We could reconvene tomorrow.
Dinner, perhaps?

The dance is tonight, not tomorrow.
Good night, Tom.

These heels are murder, anyway.

Idiot! You all right, Reverend?

You had every right
to ask about the mother.

The day we stop asking's
the day we stop caring.

Perhaps Mrs Saint feels more
comfortable with a younger midwife.

I suppose I could seem like a bit
of a relic to these young mothers.

We are that great sprawl,
that growing mass of alchemy.

Some of us are golden, some of us
are base, but you are golden.

And although they do not know it,

the young need you now
more than ever.

More or less the words
I was searching for.

You promise?

Cos she brings the germs in
with her, the bad things.

She ain't coming! Don't take on so.

Pam?

Germs. The air's full of them.

They're on you, they're all over you.
Well, I want to hold her.

Yeah, but I told you,
I've got to keep her safe.

I told you what the Sister's doing.
She's trying to hurt her.

No, no!

This has got to stop.

You ain't making no sense, Pam.

You promise she won't come?

I told you, didn't I?

The window tends to rattle a little

but we find a wedge of paper
seems to do the trick.

We're usually up early
but we'll try not to disturb you.

You always were a stomper.

I must get on, Camilla.

Likewise. Freddie to nursery,
then the babies of Poplar,

who won't delay their entrance to
the world, not even for you, Mater.

Can one get the Times here?

Well, it's usually a day late,
taking into account the, er,

time difference with central London.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Midwives!

Why do they keep coming?
Why won't they just leave us alone?

Mrs Saint?

You!
You ain't supposed to come here!

Mrs Saint, whatever are you doing?

Well, I have to clean her.
I have to sterilise everything.

Can't trust the tap.
They put dangers in it.

Safer with the river.

Not with that. The water's
far too hot. You'll burn her.

Yeah, well, I have to clean her.

I'm going to put some cool in it.
I'll bring it right back.

Stay with her, Nurse Miller.
I'm calling Dr Turner.

Let's get Rose settled.

Ssh... There.

I wanted to apologise, Fred.

I must have seemed rude last night.

From what I hear, it's not me
you need to apologise to.

Still, needs must when parishioners
fall upon hard times.

There is no parishioner.
I have two left feet.

I can't dance.

I thought you lot weren't
supposed to lie!

Trixie can have
the pick of any man she wants.

I'm a book man, a pint man with
a jumper and a weekend jacket.

I'm not a dancer.

Meet me at the community centre.
Six sharp!

Pupil Midwife Wells is with me today.

She's here to complete her training.

You need to palpate the abdomen

to check the baby's lie,
presentation and position. No!

I shan't be seen
except by a proper midwife.

I came in here for the best of care.

Pupil midwives need to learn
and I'm here to supervise.

I want a trained professional.
It's the very least I expect.

Excuse us for a moment.

I know what it is to lose
something precious, Mrs Rawle.

And whether you believe it or not,
you are in the best hands.

I did everything right. Before.

I ate right, slept right, didn't
even do no lifting at the end.

They said I didn't call
the midwife soon enough

and that's why she was stillborn.

Sometimes, these awful things
just happen.

But what if it happens again?

I came in here to be safe.
That's why I keep asking for checks,

but no-one will listen.

Let's see what baby's up to,
shall we?

A kick!

Telling you to trust us.

She's fallen in with my mother.

They've been talking.

She doesn't want me and Rose happy.

She brought the germs in with her.

A special one, left over
from when we had the Plague.

Mrs Saint,
who are you talking about?

The Sister,
the one who brought the badness in.

Sister Julienne? That's why
I have to get my baby clean.

I have to take her to the river.
She'll be safe there, like...

Like Moses.

You have to get her out of here,
Nurse.

You have to... You have to keep her
away from here, please.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Who's that? Who've you brought here?

It's Dr Turner. He visits
all newly-delivered mothers.

Mrs Saint, it's quite all right.

Hello, Mrs Saint.

Would you wait next door,
Nurse Miller?

There's no need to worry.
No need at all.

I've given her a sedative.
She's stable

but I would like a second opinion,
urgently.

Could it be a puerperal psychosis?

As a worst case, yes.

I thought we spoke, Nurse.

Mr Saint,
this is rather more than anxiety.

Your wife is showing
signs of paranoia.

It's rare but it may be a hormonal
fluctuation caused by Rose's birth.

Have you noticed any change
in her behaviour? Anything at all?

We must know, Mr Saint.

There's no shame in it.

She's my Pam!
There's nothing wrong with her.

I'm arranging
a psychiatric assessment.

A head doctor? No! No, no, no!
She ain't going to no head doctor!

Then he will visit her today.

And if she shows any further signs
of anxiety, you must telephone us.

I'll call again later.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Dr Hatton will make a late call
to Mrs Saint tonight.

Poor woman.

We have our own appointment.

We're to be interviewed
by the adoption society.

They'll visit us at home

to see if we're
"fit and proper persons".

I'd hope our work was
testament to that.

Think they're rather more concerned
with the sort of people we are

outside of work and the home
we may offer a child.

Best behaviour, please.

Fred?

Cue the music! Lights!

Fred and Ginger at your service!

♪ Maria Elena
You're the answer to a prayer

♪ Maria Elena
Can't you see how much I care? ♪

Right.

Left foot forward.
Right foot to the side.

Bring the left foot to the right.

Sorry. It's all in the eyes.

Connect there and it doesn't
matter what your feet do.

The waltz is all about protection.

It's a dance that says,

"I have you in my arms, my dear.

"All is well with the world."

It's also about trying
not to tread on the lady's toes!

You ain't making no sense. Enough!

Don't let him back in here, OK,
cos he tried to give me something

but I... I didn't take it.
I spat it back out.

He's a doctor!
He's trying to help you.

No! You...you need to help me!

I don't want any more people
coming in here.

They're checking you and the baby.
They want to take her! Stop this!

Please. Stop it!

Be all right.

Get you some fish and chips, eh?

You're all right.

I got there in the end!

I'm afraid they're just
early labour pains.

Not quite ready for curtain-up yet,
Faye.

Don't I get my flowers back?

In the morning. They take oxygen
from the ward at night.

They reminded me of home.

Makes me feel more alone than ever.

You're not alone. You've got me.

Will you be with me
when my time comes?

Please, Nurse!

Of course I will.

Nurse Lee?

Your job is to prepare
these women for labour,

not to offer personal guarantees.

It makes a great difference to
the patient if she feels supported.

I won't insult you by pointing out
you are governed by shifts.

In an hour's time,
yours is at an end.

I'd be happy to work beyond...

You're not here to involve yourself
in the lives of others.

Isn't that why you've come away
from district midwifery?

Bridge, was it?

Yes. The old dears do love it!

And you accompany it
with romantic music?

I didn't come down
in the last shower.

I saw you with Tom!

It's not what you think.

Or at least,
what I think you might think.

Don't make a fool of me!

I'm rather hurt you think I would.

Rats! Look...

I was teaching Tom to dance...

for you.

He wanted to surprise you.

And just to add to
the heady romance, Fred was there.

Utterly irresistible
to both Tom and myself!

And, with the greatest respect,
Tom is not my type.

At all!

And what do you mean by that?

Well, apart from the fact that he's
clearly besotted with you, there are

certain things he lacks and certain
things he has too much of...

for me.

Pamela? I'm back!

No!

Good night, Sister. Good night.

Nurse Lee? Help me!

I think my waters have broken.

Why on earth didn't you call me?

Lie flat for me, Faye.

I want Nurse Lee!
She said she'd be with me.

We're all here to help you,
Mrs Rawle.

She was fixated with the river,
about how the water there is safer.

Is there somewhere she goes?
Somewhere with meaning?

There was the pier at Middle Dock.

Tell Dr Turner where we are.
You stay here in case she returns.

Sister, the cord has prolapsed.

What does that mean?

We need to get you to theatre.
Baby's in difficulty.

Call the porters. Inform theatre
we have a cord prolapse.

Don't leave me, Nurse!
Please, don't leave me!

Baby's pushing on the cord.
It's all right, Faye.

We need to relieve the pressure.
Now, I need you on your knees.

Good girl. Knees on the bed.
Knees and onto your elbows.

Lean on your elbows.
I can't lose another!

You're not going to. Quickly now!

Straight to theatre.

Don't leave me, Nurse!

Nurse Lee, your shift is at an end.

Dear God! Pamela!

Oh, my Lord!
What you doing up there?

My milk! It came!

Get down from there!

You stay away!
You just stay away from us!

Stop it, Rose. Got to get you clean.
I've got to get you safe.

Pam, I'm warning you!
No! She's got my daughter!

We must take very great care
because of that.

I keep asking you!
Why won't you just leave us?

It's the germs!
Brought them here like wolves!

You're frightening Rose.

It's not me.
It's you and it's that...

It's that thing that scares her.
It's that!

My wimple? I'll take it off.

I don't want to scare her.
Neither do you.

You're her mother.
You're the one that protects her.

You're trying to trick me!

They're here to help.

No, they want to take her!

They want you to be safe.
They want Rose to be safe.

She's crying, you see. She's crying
cos she doesn't trust you.

That's because she's cold.
Oh, look at her, Pamela!

She's not strong enough to be out.

Nurse Miller and I can help.
Let us help Rose.

BABY CRIES

I can't. I have to wash her.

It's the germs!

Not the river. In a warm bath.

We can do that.
We can take her home.

Would you like that?
To go home? To be safe?

For Rose to be safe?

Quickly, Nurse Miller!
Against your skin for warmth.

BABY CRIES

Sister! No! Pamela! No!

PAMELA SOBS

You will get better.
You will get better.

It will end, I promise.

Fetch an ambulance.

She is suffering from
puerperal psychosis.

She is being admitted to Bow House.

What, the nut house?

She was happy!
She... She wanted the baby.

She still does. She will be better.

She tried to hurt our baby!

How can a mother do that?

I'd like to show you
how to give Rose her formula.

Here.

♪ Good night, my love

♪ Pleasant dreams

♪ Sleep tight, my love

♪ May tomorrow be sunny and bright

♪ And bring you closer to me

♪ Before you go

BABY CRIES

♪ Please remember I need you so

♪ And this love that I have for you

♪ Will never grow old. ♪

I wouldn't ever hurt her!

I just want her back!

You don't strike me as a dancer.

Well, that's because

you haven't been
swept round the dance floor by me.

I won competitions...
me and my old lady.

I miss it.

The dancing. Well, her most of all.

It was nice to hear the music again.

It's very unfair
to pluck at my heartstrings.

This business about the parishioner,
he made it up.

He was too embarrassed to tell you
he can't dance.

He's mad about you, Nurse Franklin.

He's got potential. Hidden,
but it's definitely there.

I lost it, didn't I?

You have a little boy, Faye,
who screams his lungs out,

has ten fingers
and ten perfect toes.

I can't believe
they didn't tell you.

Where is he? I... I want to see him.

You've had major surgery.
You need time to recover.

Please!

I never held my last.

I wish there was something I could
do. It's against hospital rules.

WHISPERS: I'm not even
supposed to be in here.

We've enough here
to feed the whole of Poplar.

Might we keep a little back?

I don't think Mr Saint knows
how to operate anything beyond
a tin opener in the kitchen.

I could take it to him.

I'd rather it went to his wife.

She's the one that's suffering.

Nurse Franklin,
they're all suffering.

Thankfully, baby's with an aunt
and will have no memory of events.

How long for, though?

The Largactil's cured the psychosis

but can do nothing
for her terrible depression.

We must hope the electroconvulsive
therapy restores her.

I worked in a psychiatric ward.

I've never seen a patient get free
of the black dog without it.

Timothy is a very happy
young child

who, we hope, reflects
the love our home is filled with.

Our wards have already been
abandoned once.

It is my duty to limit their pain
to once.

We would never abandon a child.

What occupied you during the period
April 1945

to December of that year, Dr Turner?

Your detailed service
and work history -

there seems to be an omission.

I... I was injured.

Could you be more specific?

I prefer not to.

Patrick?
I don't see how this is relevant.

You were discharged from the Army.

You must understand.
It was the end of the War.

I...I was Medical Corps, trying
to save lives at the front. I...

You were an inpatient at Northfield
Military Psychiatric Hospital

for five months...

while you were being treated
for war neurosis.

I was worn out.
There was too much death.

I recovered. I'm recovered.

We've both needed great strength.

We believe a child should be placed
in a home

where truth and trust
are central to that home.

How could you not tell me?

I didn't think she would go
through my entire history!

She is placing a child! She needs
to know who she is placing it with.

So do I!

What happened to you?

I can't talk about it.

If you think we can forget this,
you don't know me!

I won't live with this between us,
Patrick.

I manage.
I manage by keeping it behind me.

How can you treat others when you
so clearly cannot treat yourself?

Mr Saint?

Might you visit Pamela?

What, in the nut house?
It's not an asylum.

Keep your voice down, please!

You're saying the people in there
ain't loonies?

The people in there are being
treated for mental illnesses

by medical doctors
and nurses, not jailors.

It ain't no place for decent people!

They're ill, Mr Saint.

They should be extended
the same understanding

that we have for physical illnesses.

Your visit will speed her recovery.

You didn't lose your daughter.
You must not lose your wife.

Hello, little one.
There's someone you need to meet.

Can I help you, Nurse?

Yes. I need a very,
very large favour.

You have to be very careful.
Gentle movements.

Is he really mine?

Every last ounce.

Gently.

Beautiful.

I understand you had to dance
with Patsy

which, charming as she is,
took a great deal of courage.

I want to make you happy.

It'd be a crime to waste
what you've learned.

I'm off at five.

It's no use.

I can stand up
in a school or a church

and give a sermon to 100 people,
but...

..when it's just me, I...

I want to be able to sweep you
off your feet, but I can't even...

Do be quiet.

There are some things you just
have to stop thinking about...

..and start doing.

♪ I wonder if we'll ever meet

♪ My song of love

♪ Is incomplete

♪ I'm just the words

♪ Looking for the tune

♪ Reaching for the moon and you... ♪

Sign here.

HE SOBS

♪ I'm just the words

♪ Looking for the tune

♪ Reaching for the moon and you. ♪

Quite why curd should be
such a challenge...

Let me.

Should you tire of nursing,

Nurse Lee, I may have want
of a jar-opener.

Well, I may enjoy it.

At least I'd be able to see it
through from beginning to end.

Not tasting, of course.
I retain all tasting rights!

How did care become
so lightly valued?

In the hospital, I mean.

It seems I'd do better if I treat
my patients like strangers.

Swift machines built for the future,
the world passes in a blur.

But we can always walk, Nurse Lee...

..should we prefer to see
what we are missing.

SHE GASPS

I have the cream!

Lady Browne?

Are you all right?
You look a little pale.

The air could hardly be described
as therapeutic.

What school have you got
Freddie down for?

I'm sorry?

One cannot get the ball rolling
too soon.

Oh, I see.

I think you understand that
we're not in a position to manage

a private education for Freddie,

but we have high hopes
for the grammar school.

I can almost accept the limitations

my daughter has set herself
through this marriage,

but my grandson...
to be so poorly provided for!

I love them.

One cannot survive on love.

One cannot survive without it.
Camilla.

It needs to be said!

We could scrimp and save.

We could possibly afford the fees,
send him away.

Camilla,
let's talk about this later.

We could have him reared by cold
and distant people who would

want him to be cold and distant
so he didn't cry himself to sleep.

But despite what
you so clearly think of us...

..we believe we'll give him
the best start...

because he'll know he's loved.

I fear you were right
all along, Mater.

You're better off in a hotel.
Excuse me.

DOOR SLAMS

Ah, Nurse Lee!
Mrs Morecombe in to delivery.

Update her notes, please. Of course.

Sister?

I'm afraid I have to give notice
on my time here.

I'm sorry. I admire what you do,
greatly.

But I realise I have to be able
to sit with a patient all night

if needed,
or go to her at a moment's notice.

I need to care.

I can't ration it
or turn it into an efficiency.

That'll never be my way.

Goodbye, little one.

Grandma's made a bit of a hash
of things, hasn't she?

See, you're a natural with him.

I'm a natural with horses.
Both parties know where they stand.

Lady Browne, why don't we all sit
down, see if we can't work this out?

SHE RETCHES

PHONE RINGS

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Peter!

'Pamela continued with
a course of treatment

'as unfathomable as the brain
on which it was applied.

'Like a filament
powered by the same electricity,

'she began to grow brighter,
began to return.

'But still,
she was separated from her child.'

And it was just us,
dancing to the sound of the river

and Ella Fitzgerald!

How romantic!

Of course, I shall need cotton wool
for my shoes. Protect the toes!

Don't remind me.
I still have the bruises!

Is it true? You're back, properly?

I miss the East End.

Just the East End?

Cycling over the cobbles -
very good for the legs.

The endless cups of tea, heaving
my bag around all day, every day.

All those little things. And us?

Didn't I say?
Missed you most of all.

Have you spoken with the surgeons?

They call it
an open and closed case.

Investigations show malignant
tumours in the abdomen,

liver, spleen. I could go on.

"Nothing can be done."

Such simple words.

Oh, Camilla.

To have been in such pain
and kept silent.

You're making a wonderful job
of that.

Probably shouldn't.

Feels like I'm getting ahead
of myself, but...

I can't just sit here doing nothing.

And even if I don't get
to give it to her myself, just...

knowing that she's warm...

I'm going to leave you now, Pamela.

No, no, no! I want you to stay.

I, um... I finished the hat.
I was going to show you.

You have other visitors.

BABY CRIES

Take her, then.

BABY CRIES

She needs you.

We both do.

'Invisible wounds are the hardest
to heal,

'for their closure depends upon
the love of others...

'..on patience, understanding
and the tender gift of time.'

- Begging your pardon, Sister,
but it's Sister Monica Joan.
- Oh, no!

- You're the father?
- He's the cousin.
- Out!

The mother-daughter bond is
a very precious thing.

Nurse Lee has some news for us.

♪ You know

♪ I really love you

♪ You know

♪ I love the things you do

♪ To me

♪ Why did you say we're through? ♪