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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?