All language subtitles for Call the Midwife - S12E03 (2012) WEB.eng

The world to a happy child is full
of open arms -

its mother's,
its family's, its own.

Life gives, the child embraces
its abundance,

its haphazard treats
and generosities,

its scatter of good deeds.

There's no pattern to its gifts and
kindnesses, and there is no plan.

I'll see you all at clinic
this afternoon.

And don't forget to remind your
expectant mothers

to drink plenty of water
in this hot weather.

I'm thinking of getting Colette
a paddling pool.

Do you think she's too old for one?

We're not too old for one!

I can quite see us using it
to cool down

in our bikinis
in the back yard!

There's two more newly discharged
mothers for you, Sister.

Mrs Barnes and her baby boy, who's
breastfeeding like a professional.

And Mrs Sohoye.
Her little girl's bottle fed,

but she was slow to gain, so we kept
an eye on her for an extra week.

Two more for my little cohort!

Erm, I'm sorry, Nurse Crane,
am I in your way?

I just saw little Peter Mackay's
name. I delivered him.

His mother was widowed not long
after having him.

She was in a very bad way.

I had to refer his elder sister to
Dr Turner for malnutrition.

I hope there's nothing amiss?

He's simply one of many behind
with their routine

health checks
and vaccinations.

Oh, well, I'm glad
it's nothing more serious.

Sadly, many mothers share your view.

And as we know, missing vaccinations
can become very serious indeed.

I do wish you'd take as much care

with these accounts as you do
with that stick.

Morning!

Oh, Nurse Corrigan...

Now, there is rather a lot
outstanding on your tab,

which I've told you we do not allow

to avoid awkward conversations
exactly like this one.

I might pick up a few other things
while I'm here.

Are you sure you're gonna have
enough left to pay for all of this?

I'll start another tab,
then, shall I?

You heard what she said!

Go on, Fred.

With Colette in foster care,

I just like to make our time
together special.

Mrs Mackay?

I'm so sorry! I seem to have
called inopportunely.

Talbot,
not Mackay as of this morning.

That's my husband, Joe.

It's so funny saying that again
after all this time!

He's obviously wonderful
with children.

Many congratulations to you both!

Who's this, then?

My name is Sister Veronica.
I'm a health visitor.

A health visitor?

Oh, uh, well, why don't you
come in and join us.

Do you fancy a pie,
or a sausage roll?

I can't vouch for how healthy
they are, mind.

That's extremely kind of you,
but I'll leave you to celebrate

and call another time.

Wait! You can't leave without
a piece of wedding cake!

It does look rather marvellous.

Nice big slice! Plenty of marzipan!

You look like a woman who likes
a bit of marzipan.

And I don't suppose
you have to watch your figure.

The Almighty asks many things
of religious sisters.

Calorie counting is not one of them.

Mrs Lorna Pryce?

Nurse Corrigan will see you,
in the cubicle on the left.

Karen! The last time I saw you,
you were this big.

A textbook birth as I recall.

Would you like to go
and listen to a story?

Maybe your grandma
can take you over to Toy Corner.

Oh, I want my mum in the cubicle
with me, please.

Would you rather not
have a cup of tea?

No, Nurse.
We do everything together.

Come along.

So, no nausea this time round, then?

No, but she's very tired.

My husband's away at sea
and Karen's been playing up.

You know what that is, don't you?

She knows it's going to be
all change

when her new baby sister
arrives.

You reckon this one's gonna be
a girl too?

Not half. I have a sixth sense
about these things.

I'm telling you, Nurse,
my mum's always right.

I hope my daughter says the same
thing about me when she's your age.

What's the secret?
Indoctrination.

And lots of Neapolitan ice-cream!

Is it not the height of arrogance
to paint oneself into a picture?

It is not godly.

Corners first! Then sides!
Then we group by colour.

Sister Monica Joan,
would you like to pick out

all the pieces
with straight edges?

I am engaged in the appreciation of
this slice of wedding cake.

I can smell the brandy in it
from here.

That won't help you
with your jigsaw.

Our wedding cake is being soaked
in vintage Armagnac.

Matthew's father chose it from his
cellar especially

and took it to the
patissier himself.

Did you ever consider
making your own cake?

Yes.
Surely not, lass?

And I realised at once that the
enterprise was completely doomed.

I can't even boil an egg,
which does not sit well

with marrying a man who needs
to entertain at a very high level.

Well, perhaps he can learn to cook.

He doesn't have to.
I've booked myself onto

a Cordon Bleu cookery course,
starting tomorrow.

Well, good for you.

I shall soon be giving Fanny Cradock
quite a run for her money.

I can see you've got
your work cut out!

I've never had the pleasure of
a hangover,

but I can't imagine it makes
housework seem appealing.

Where's Peter?

He's at nursery. Joe took him.

I wonder if you might bring him
to my clinic tomorrow morning.

He's behind with his developmental
health reviews.

They shouldn't take long,
and we can book in

his overdue vaccinations
at the same time.

That should perk up a bit with a
drink of water, possibly an aspirin.

Flowers are like people, really.

Oh, I'm sorry.
You've got washing soaking.

I'm on my monthlies.

Not that it's any of your business!

I'm sorry. Er...
I'll leave these here...

I'll see you tomorrow...at clinic?

We'll get you settled
over here, Mrs Pryce.

Nurse Corrigan has just changed
all the linen.

I knew it wouldn't be long.

Oh. Can my mum stay with me,
like last time?

Well, you didn't have Karen then.
I've got to look after her.

I don't think I can do it by myself.

You're not by yourself, Mrs Pryce!

Nurse Corrigan is going to wait
on you hand, foot and finger.

Jam sandwich before we go?

Yes, please.

I'm afraid we don't allow food.

Yeah, yeah.

Stop fiddling with the strawberries.
I need them for my mille-feuille!

Mille-feuille?
That is my mother's speciality.

A thorough training in classic
French gastronomy

is always a good investment
of any woman's time.

Especially if it means she can make
mille-feuille.

Are there really a thousand layers
in the pastry?

Well, I'll find out when I make it!

Now, it says that they supply
speciality ingredients.

But I've got to take a dozen eggs.

How am I going to manage a dozen
eggs on the bus?

You won't have to.
I'll drive you there.

I told you, get off my strawberries!

You might not be taking
this seriously, but I am.

You know me. I'd be happy with some
corned beef hash and some gravy.

But if you really want to practise
pulling out the stops,

why don't you just start by asking
some friends round

to my place for dinner?

A dinner party?

That's actually quite a nice idea.

Bear down! Give it all you've got.

What's taking so long?

I think Baby's far too comfortable
in there.

Hello, ladies! Little one not keen
on making an appearance?

She's been pushing for over an hour
without any progress.

It's unusual to be so slow
with the second baby.

I think baby may be a synclitic,
Mrs Turner.

Can I ask for your opinion?

Of course.

Lorna, I'm just going to have
a quick check down below.

Take a deep breath now.
You're doing better than you think.

Lorna, it seems your baby's head

is tilted at a slight angle,
which is slowing everything down.

I'm going to fetch Dr Turner

and see if we can help them get
a wriggle on.

Alright, kids?

Evening, Mrs Talbot.

Yeah. Not exactly the ideal
home is it, love?

I've been at work all day, Sand.

I don't think I should have to start
again when I get home.

Here, hey...

Put your pyjamas on, alright?
There you go.

Ann Marie, give me a hand,
sweet pea...

I hope your mummy don't think
she can stop making an effort

just because
we're married now.

Not when I work so hard to look
after you two.

Sorry, I don't know
what I was thinking.

You put your feet up.
I'll get the tea on.

I'm tired. I'm so, so tired.

You're nearly at the finish line.

And Dr Turner's going to be pulling
away to beat the band.

We know what to do when these little
monkeys won't play ball!

You push as I pull and we're going
to get the head out

with the next
contraction.

You promise me?

We're going to do this together.

I can't!

Yes, you can. Come on, Lorna.
Think of your mum and Karen.

One more push, for them.

There we go. Baby's head is out now.

Gently does it...

Coming with no trouble at all.

Congratulations, Lorna.
You have a baby boy.

He will be a bit marked by
the old forceps,

but he's still
absolutely beautiful!

A boy! Hello, handsome!

It looks like you've been sent to
prove my mother wrong.

Mrs Talbot, I am so pleased
you came.

You don't have to use my
married name.

You can just call me Sandy.

Now, young man, do you think you can

place these pieces
back in the board?

Yep!

You won't find nothing wrong
with him.

I'm a good mother...
even if I'm a bad wife.

What an extraordinary thing to say!
You've barely been married a week.

I'm sure Mr Talbot
is more than satisfied.

I'm not.

Do you want to tell me
what you mean by that?

There are things that happen
in a marriage...

things that people
are meant to want...

that people - men - believe
is theirs to have.

And if they can't have it,
then they just...

Take it?

Against your will?

All done!

My goodness, that was quick!

His head's a funny shape.
He looks like he's from Mars!

I understand it looks alarming,

but I promise it really is nothing
to worry about.

You, young man, have developed
what we call a cephalohematoma.

Hmm, yes, you have!

It's simply a bruise under the scalp

from where we had to give him
a tug with the forceps.

Has it damaged his brain?

No, not at all. The swelling should
disappear within a few weeks.

Er, please could you look in my
bag, Nurse Turner?

There's a hat in there, a pink one,
but it'll have to do.

Karen's coming later to meet
the baby.

I don't want to give her any excuse
to take exception.

Mrs Talbot. Sandy, wait!

I will not let you leave these
premises

until we've found a way
of helping you.

You're distressed, Sandy,
and you're in pain.

I can arrange an appointment for you
with the doctor...

And what am I supposed to tell him?

I shouldn't have even said
anything to you.

But you did.

I think you did that because you've
been carrying too much on your own.

I'm good at that.

Before I met Joe, I could go weeks
not knowing where the next meal

was coming from, kids crying with
hunger, jumping every time

there's a knock at the door in case
it's the Welfare

come to take 'em off me.

I needed help then and he
gave it me.

He puts a roof over their heads
and food on their plates.

And I'm grateful.

Gratitude does not extend

to the acceptance of sexual
assault...or rape.

Rape?

I believe that is what this is.

Sister, will you please just forget
I said anything?

Is this what you made at
cookery class?

I love a custard slice!

It's a mille-feuille, Nancy.

Oh, everything tastes better
in Spanish.

You've got a lovely soft set
on this filling.

I think I might try a gateau
St Honore when you come for dinner.

When's that, then?

I shall be issuing written
invitations

on Matthew's
correspondence cards.

It's going to be at his flat

because his oven's big enough
for a rack of lamb.

Oh, what a shame! I'm vegetarian.

There will be a meat-free
alternative to the entree.

Barley sugar?
Oh, yes, please.

Oh, lass!

I meant to give it to you earlier.

It was delivered by hand
this morning.

I hope it's nothing important.

Thanks. I expect it's about
Colette's school trip.

I still can't believe it's a boy...

especially in that hat.

Are you sure that lump
isn't gonna hurt him?

It looks far worse than it is.

Do you like your little
brother, Karen?

His name is gonna be Ian.

It's my dad's name.
Oh! Lorna, love!

He passed away
when I was just a toddler.

I think that's a lovely way
to remember him.

Mum, I thought you'd be pleased.

Oh, I'm over the moon.

It's just made me
come over all emotional.

What are you doing?

I'm going to sell some of my clothes
to raise a bit of money.

So we can buy a house?

Well, yes, eventually.

I don't like that dress.

It makes you look like Ermintrude
off 'The Magic Roundabout'.

I wish you'd told me that
in the shop!

Uncle Terry and Auntie Vera

are taking me to Brighton
in the holidays.

I'm glad they're looking after
you so well.

One day we'll be able to afford
a place of our own

and we'll go to
the seaside every holiday

until you're begging me,
"No, not the beach again, Mummy!"

When?

Soon.

I'm a little tired tonight, Joe.
It's been a long day.

I've been working hard myself.

I took another job, if you remember,

to earn more money to support
your kids.

And I'm grateful.

Show me how much.

No, Joe!

I'm not asking your permission.

Stop it!

No. Get off me! Not tonight,
Joe!

Stop!
Come here.

You're hurting me! Please!

Shut up!
Joe!

I'm glad to have the opportunity
to pray tonight.

I thought Sandy was asking for help.

But now I know her pain
and the source of it.

She's simply withdrawn.
She refuses to let me assist her.

Trust is not easy for women
who have suffered.

Yes, but what can I do, Sister?

Show her, by example,
that she has worth.

That way she may confide
in you again.

But you may be obliged to wait.

Oh, but I'm absolutely terrible
at waiting!

Then you will have to learn.

It's gonna be alright, I promise.

Shoes on...

There you go, lad. Mind the roads...

Oh, no, no, no!
What are you doing here, lady?

You ain't been here all night?

We had nowhere else to go...

Boys do a lot better with a
kite-fold nappy and a single pin.

I'll show you how to do it.

Oh, Lorna!

It just feels different
this time round

and I know it shouldn't matter,
but his head looks bloomin' awful!

My mum won't say anything, but even
she keeps looking at it sideways.

Look, why don't I do Ian's
blood test

and then take him to the nursery,
then you can have a sleep.

Everything feels worse
when you're tired.

Come with me, soldier.

Oh, there's a brave boy!

I hope I did the right thing,
bringing her here.

It was all I could do to stop
her from walking off.

Sister Julienne's already
on the phone,

trying to find her a place
to stay in a hostel.

I've seen other women
in her shoes,

walking the streets at night
to get away from someone's fist,

kiddies in tow.

I say "other women". I mean my mum.

Oh, Fred...

It shouldn't still be happening.
And I wish it weren't.

You look after that little girl
of yours.

You can't put a price on childhood.

I knew we'd be having...relations,

but not like that.

I thought I could stand it.

But then I realised Ann Marie
had overheard.

And that can't happen again.

He'll be up now.
He'll know we've gone.

I did the test several hours ago

and just when I think it's stopped
bleeding, it starts again.

Have you seen these?

Bruises? Tiny, but...

They aren't normal.

I'm going to have to refer him to
the paediatrician at St Cuthbert's.

First, we need to talk
to his mother.

Good morning. Are you Mr Filbert?

Yup.

I don't really know how this works,
but I have several

fabulous items of clothing
that I hope might be of interest.

Here we have a psychedelic twist
on the classic minidress,

perfect with a pair of
coloured tights or go-go boots.

Then there are these very cute
culottes

and a playful plastic mac
inspired by Mary Quant...

Madam, does this look like a Paris
catwalk? Quid for the lot.

One pound?!

Take it or leave it.

I shall most certainly leave it,
thank you very much.

But I just don't know what you mean,
"a bleeding disorder".

The first sign was the haematoma
under the scalp.

His blood is obviously having
trouble clotting.

Look, we can't be sure of
anything here.

We can't do the necessary tests.

But some conditions
can run in families.

Not in our family, they don't!
I'd know!

The ambulance has arrived.

I want to go with him!

I want you to rest here
for at least another day.

Ian is going to be on
the Special Care Baby Unit

and there
won't be a bed for you.

I want... I want my mum.

Please, please get my mum.

This is the address of the hostel.

Are you sure you don't want me
to come with you?

I've just got to get on
with it, Sister.

Besides, it might look funny
me turning up with a nun.

Sister Julienne packed some
sandwiches and fruit for you.

I'll come and call on you
tomorrow morning.

Peter hasn't got Mr Wiggle!

He'll be in the bag, Peter.

Thank you, Sister.

Good afternoon. Flowers from Mr
Pryce and a ship-to-shore telegram.

I'll leave them here for Mrs Pryce
to enjoy when she wakes up.

I asked yesterday if there was
anything wrong with the baby

and Dr Turner
kept saying he was fine.

He swore blind there was
nothing wrong!

A number of symptoms
had yet to become apparent.

Baby Ian's problems were spotted
quickly

and he's in the best
possible hands.

This would never have happened
if she'd had a girl!

I'm looking for my wife,
Sandy Talbot.

I'm afraid I cannot assist you.

Are you sure about that, Sister?

Entirely sure.

Please remove your foot
from the premises

or I shall be obliged to call
the police and report trespass.

I want Mr Wiggles.

We'll look again
in the morning, Peter.

He wants Mr Wiggles!

Shut that kid up!

Good morning, Miss Higgins.

I've just been with poor Lorna
and she is desperate for news.

Has Doctor managed to speak
to the paediatrician yet?

I connected them by telephone
10 minutes ago.

Well, that was a bit of a shock.
Baby Ian has haemophilia.

Oh, no!

They're bringing his bleeding
under control,

but the diagnosis is going to hang
over him for the whole of his life.

Which may be a short life...

Like his grandfather's.

What?

You might wish to look at this.

I had a rather a strange
exchange with Lorna's mother,

and I thought I'd check
the family's medical records.

And it transpires Lorna's father,
the late Ian Fothergill,

also had haemophilia and died
in his late 20s after a fall.

Well, it's not going to win
any prizes for cleanliness,

but it's somewhere safe
at least.

How are the children coping?

Peter kept everyone awake all night.

We must have left his bunny at the
flat and he can't sleep without him.

I'm sure we can find him
something else to cuddle.

I'm gonna have to go back to get it.

Joe will be out at work now.

Come in!

Nurse Crane? I was hoping to see
Sister Julienne.

She's been called out to Mrs Kumar.
May I be of assistance?

I was just wondering
if there might be

any extra duty that needs covering
over the coming weekends?

We arrange the whole roster
so that you can spend time

with Colette on
Saturdays and Sundays.

Yeah, never mind.

It's just I've seen a lovely
summer trouser suit

that I thought she'd look
really lovely in.

It all adds up.

Your daughter doesn't need more new
clothes any more than you do!

What she wants is your company.

We'll leave your duties as they are.

It affects boys
almost exclusively.

But what does it actually mean?
For him?

For my baby?

It means that, if Ian hurts himself,
he may bleed very badly

and need hospital treatment
to help his blood to clot.

He's having a transfusion now,

but after that he'll probably
do very well

until he becomes more mobile
and perhaps

gets little bumps and knocks.

Can you die from it?

Lorna, sometimes life expectancy
is affected.

But your father
lived to be almost 30.

And they're making medical advances
all the time.

No. My father died of cancer, so...

Well, that's what my mother told me.
Why would she lie?

Are you sure this is the right key?

He's changed the locks!

Sorry to interrupt.
Jonty's a little peckish.

Do not touch that bread!
I need it for the croutons!

And every piece of fruit
in that bowl has a precise

and designated purpose,
whilst I, please note,

have a piping bag in my hand.

Well, it's hardly a murder weapon.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Might I inform you that I have never
found you more attractive

than I do
at the present moment?

How did you find out?

That he had haemophilia?

It was in his medical notes,
because it's a medical matter.

He did well, your dad.
He did well for years.

Until he died, aged 29!

He fell down some stairs
in the tenements.

It ruptured something inside...

Why didn't you just tell me
the truth?

You made us so happy.
Being parents made us so happy.

And I didn't want you to be afraid
of it,

to avoid it just because of
the haemophilia.

You might only have had girls...

But I didn't only have girls.
I had Ian!

He's what matters now and I don't
want any more to do with you.

He's changed the locks
without my permission!

Well, you can take it up
with your landlord.

Even if it's not my name
on the rent book?

That might be a problem.

Mrs Talbot's son is four years old
and has an acute condition

that requires the swift retrieval
of medicine locked in that flat!

Ladies, this is a civil matter
and we can't get involved.

So, what counts as a crime,
Constable?

Does cruelty count as a crime?
Does violence count as a crime?

All depends on the circumstances.

You're going to have fun when your
baby brother comes home

from hospital,
Karen.

You'll have a ready-made playmate.

I'm ready. I need to get on
with this, Mrs Turner.

Time for you to go with Granny.

No, mum. You're on the outside now.

Yes, good girl. Ooh, OK...

I have outlined Mrs Talbot's
circumstances

to you in words
of one syllable.

She is a mother of two.

She has been terrorised by her
husband,

who has excluded her from her home
and exercised force.

And yet you insist you have
no power to intervene.

What kind of force?

Physical force...

of an indecent nature.

I see.

I'm not entirely that sure you do.

Is this true?

Yes, it is.

Sister Monica Joan?
I didn't know you were invited.

It doesn't mean you won't be
welcome.

It has been said that Nurse Franklin
requires encouragement.

There is none better placed
to provide that than I.

Are the kids really alright
with that policewoman?

Every time I check on them,
they're smiling.

If they're smiling,
I can bear this.

I can even bear being examined
by the doctor.

I'm sorry it's considered necessary.

Words aren't enough, they said.
They have to look for evidence.

But there will be evidence.

You sound stronger.

I'm not strong. If I was strong,
I would have stayed.

Evening. My name is Balfour.

Are you the police surgeon?

No. I'm a detective sergeant.

I understand you told the constable
at the front desk you've been raped.

Yes.

By your husband. Is that correct?

Yes.

In which case, nothing we can do.

I beg your pardon?

He's raped me every night
since our wedding.

It's not possible, under English
law, for a man to rape his wife.

The offence does not exist.

But the blood on the sheets exists!
My bruises exist!

Do you need me to show you this?

Sandy, Sandy! Sandy, no...

Do you want me to shut up as well?

You were the one forcing me to talk
about this, forcing me to come here!

And for what?! At least he only
humiliated me behind closed doors.

I'll take Mrs Talbot home.

I don't have a home!

Good evening, all. Good evening.
Please, come on in.

Hello. Lovely...

Oh! Sister Monica Joan!

You have a beautiful home.

It's all the better
with the company of friends.

Now, Madame La Chef has ordered me
to offer everyone an aperitif.

And, er,
we'd pass some olives round,

but I'm scared to go get them
from the kitchen.

Is Trixie actually growling?

It sounds like she's wrestling
with a bear.

I think the bear might come off
worse.

I'm sorry, Sister.
I spoke out of turn.

It's highly possible
I acted out of turn.

I should have put up with it.

When nobody knew, it didn't matter.
I didn't have to be ashamed.

There are plenty of people
and institutions

who deserve to be ashamed.
But not you.

If I divorce him,
will I have to get a lawyer?

Divorce him?

Because if I do that, I'm saying,
"Sod you," to him.

I'm saying, "I don't accept you
or your body

or anything you did
to mine."

And I don't know how to get one.

I've never committed a crime.

Thank you so much for coming.

For hors d'oeuvres,
I've made a mousse de legumes

with an additional amuse bouche of
gazpacho, which is a chilled soup.

The mousse is green
and the gazpacho's red.

Bon appetit!

Bonne chance!

This is so full of flavour.
Lucille would love it.

She's always saying the English
cooking wouldn't be so bad

if they just added a little bit
of garlic to everything.

It must require considerable skill

to make the textures
so very similar.

And this mousse de legumes
would make

a very nutritious
weaning puree.

Well, that's not quite the accolade
I was hoping for,

but an improvement
on previous efforts, nonetheless.

What's in the blood again?

Clotting factor...to stop bleeding.

Gotta go home in a minute.

I've got to put your big
sister to bed.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything.

Oh, dear, that's such a shame!

I didn't realise you were supposed
to put it in the oven

without the frills on.

And I'm afraid the nut roast
is ruined too.

Truth to tell, I've always thought
nut roast

tasted ruined
in the first place.

And I've had so many cooked dinners
from Mrs Wallace and Mrs Buckle

this week that I've completely
lost my appetite.

Perhaps we might hasten forth
to dessert,

the finest component of
every refection.

It's a tarte-tatin,
or upside-down apple pie.

Deliberately upside down, that is.

Although there's a possibility
I used...

Salt, not sugar?

Oh, I can't apologise enough!

What ingredients have you left
in the kitchen?

Oh, eggs, so many eggs!

And about a pound of incredibly
expensive Breton butter.

Oh, and some, some spinach
I bought by accident.

I've seen so many families
torn apart by news.

But never such a happy one,
so completely devastated.

Lorna couldn't have been closer
to her mother and vice versa.

I couldn't have been closer to you.

And yet I kept a secret, once.

About your mental breakdown?

And it came to light
while we were trying to adopt a baby.

Everything around the birth
of a child

seems to be felt so much
more intensely.

Joyce lying to Lorna about her
father's illness

has shattered
all the trust they had.

But how can they rebuild it?
How did we?

It hardly seems to matter now.

For Lorna, there's a complicating
factor.

I see it so often with the mothers
of sick children.

She's looking for someone to blame.
Hmm...

What's this? A mirage in the desert?

No, Nurse Crane.
This is eggs benedict.

Mr Talbot?

I should've left her in the gutter,
where she belonged.

No. Where you lay waiting for her.

I don't want her back.

I suspect you'll find that
the sentiment is mutual!

And this is for the kid.

I'm not an animal.

Midwife calling.

I spoke to Hedgehog Ward

and it seems Ian is going to be
allowed home within a day or two.

We need to start getting things
ready.

My body's already ready.
There's milk everywhere.

Tell me where your breast pads are,
I'll fetch them.

I don't know where anything is.

My mum did it all.
She was gonna do it all.

I missed you, sweetheart.
How was school?

I got a gold star for arithmetic!

Miss says I've got a head
for figures.

You certainly didn't get
that from me.

Does that feel better?

My mum must have washed this
by hand.

It smells of her special soap
flakes.

I don't know what these smell of,

but they've been beautifully
prepared.

That was all her.

She kept going on and on
about me having another girl.

I know why now. She was terrified
of it being a boy.

Your mother wanted you to have
the pleasure

of holding a baby
in your arms.

Every cupboard and drawer upstairs

is filled to the brim
with her love for you.

Love doesn't lie, though,
does it?

Love hopes. And love forgives.

How?

If the love is real, it's less
painful to let the anger go.

And, Lorna, Ian's blood disease

is not your mother's fault,
any more than it is yours.

..it's company.
It all started one Monday.

Sid and I had gone
to see Gran on the way home...

Nurse Corrigan, there's a man from

Palmer's electrical shop
at the door.

He's most insistent
that he speaks with you.

The legalities
are pretty grim.

Since your husband hasn't deserted
you or committed adultery,

I think you'll
have to try to prove cruelty.

He raped her!
Is that not cruelty enough?

Legally, rape is only grounds
for divorce

if the husband rapes another woman,
not his wife.

Also, because you've been married
for under three years,

you'll have to prove
exceptional hardship or depravity.

Like strangling? Pressing his hand
on my throat?

I certainly think you have a case.

But you'll have to be prepared to go
into details in court.

And he might contest it.

He might even, in theory,
choose to defend himself.

Well, what does that mean?

He would be able to question
you in court.

The more I learn about the legal
system, the more sickened I become.

I'm gonna get him into court
and tell the truth.

Even if I have to save up my money
for 50 years.

No, you are in fact entitled
to legal aid

for matrimonial cases
these days.

And I will help you to find
a solicitor.

Why are you letting him take away
the television?

Mummy!

Colette, finish watching your
program downstairs

while I have a word
with your mother.

Right, young lady. You stay there.

I'm going to put the kettle on

and then you've got some
explaining to do.

How much do you owe in total?

Just short of 100 pounds.

Nancy, that's weeks and weeks
and weeks of your salary!

Even I can do those sums.
Look, everyone makes mistakes.

It's not easy to manage
your finances

and I forget sometimes
that you've had no guidance.

I was an orphan.
Colette's in foster care.

I just wanted her to have
all the things

that help you pass
as normal in a crowd.

I never had them.

How about we sit down
at the weekend together

and take a look at your
income and your outgoings

and I'll help you draw up
a repayment plan within your budget?

Would you?
If you'll let me.

I grew up watching my mother
counting every penny.

We could have won medals for thrift.

But there was always a fire
in the grate

and good plain food
on the table.

I'll bow to her for that
for the rest of my days.

I didn't think I'd need to learn
to be a mother.

It seems nobody's born
knowing, lass.

I'll get tear stains on you!

It'll all come out in the wash.

Little boy to see you.
And two girls.

Better late than never.
Brave boy.

Oh, are you wearing lipstick?

Well, you've gotta make an effort.

This is for you.

It's a copy of the typed report

I sent your solicitor, asserting
my strong conviction that you

and your children will be better off
if the marriage is dissolved.

Everything he's done to me,
all written down, in black and white.

It makes it real.

It has made me very angry.

I saw.

And I wanted to say thank you.

Because when I saw you shouting,
I knew I could shout too.

Ian seems to have taken
to the breast wonderfully.

Much better than Karen.

He seems to have just got on
with it.

He's a happy thriving baby
who's already gaining weight.

Every time you worry about his
future,

you must remind
yourself of that.

Six wet ones out, six dry ones in!

Thanks, Mum.

We're a good little team,
aren't we?

Alright, who wants a hold?

He's your father all over again.
Proper little frown on him.

I only remember my dad laughing.

We used to laugh every day.

We made a point of it because
we didn't know how long we'd have.

We'll make sure this little fella
laughs every day too.

For as long as we have him.

For as long as we're all together.

And that may be for a long,
long time.

You stopped talking to me
when we had the upstairs television.

Maybe that's no bad thing.

You always say unkind things about
yourself. It makes me sad.

Well, I'm going to show you
something that'll make you happy.

Look...

What is it?
A post office book.

You can see everything I spend

and everything I save up written
down here, in this column.

I'm gonna show this to you every
week

so you can see how close
we are to getting our own flat.

I like that.

Once we start to grow, nothing is
ever entirely innocent or easy.

And the best things in life

are not gifts,
but earned, and even fought for.

Love deepens, respect blooms.

We share more than we keep,
grow more than we reap or spend.

Loss is endured, and the heart
learns to be steadfast.

There is strength in all of this.

And, piece by piece,
we are made whole.

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You wanted a boy.
Can I not want just one son?

My name is Threapwood.

I'm the new chairman of
the Board of Health.

I've been summoned!

What if they tell me
I've got to give up working?

The maternity home and the surgery
are closing with immediate effect.

He just doesn't seem quite right.

Prepare the resuscitation equipment.

What is happening?