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MATURE JENNIFER: - The
ordinary seldom seems miraculous.

The slow, steady circling

of the hands on the clock face,

each time of day
with its appointed task.

To ask us
if we love the daily round

is like asking
if we cherish breathing.

We let our routines nourish us

without a second thought.

This is who we are.
This is what is needed.

This is what we do.

Ah... Tea.

Best drink of the day.

Oh! Fetch a packet
of Eccles cakes.

Cyril's back
from his conference today,

so I've ordered in
his Guardian...

Fred... There's water
coming out of the ceiling.

Oh... Flippin' 'eck.

FRED SIGHS

-It's one minute past.
-Sorry, Nurse Crane.

It's my fault. I went to see
if there was any post...

and we've had a card from
Sister Veronica in Hong Kong!

Post on a sterile surface?

PHYLLIS TUTS

Hm. "Christopher doing nicely."

"New Hibiscus Clinic thriving."

"Sister Hilda in her element."

"Element" underlined.

We may now turn our attention

to the particularly trying day
we have ahead.

Do we really have to

move clinic to the annexe
at St Cuthbert's?

The Board of Health
have given us no notice.

Dr Turner has tried his utmost,
but there's been no reprieve.

I know that annexe.

The screens and equipment
are totally inadequate.

We'll be taking our own
accoutrements, don't you worry.

Meanwhile, we do have

both Nurse Aylward and Nurse
Clifford coming back today.

Will you get a chance
to go to bed this morning

and catch up on some sleep?

No. I'm going to meet
Miss Higgins

and try and lick these new
arrangements into shape.

You do have to wonder
what it all bodes.

I keep thinking about
how we counted every step

all the way
to the top of York Minster.

And now I'm counting every step
all the way back

to your front door
and Nonnatus House.

Cos there are hardly any left
before it's over!

It was a beautiful view
from the top of York Minster,

and nothing is over.

It felt like another beginning,
didn't it?

Yes, it did.

Let's go and make
another cup of coffee

before we go back
to the ordinary world.

You think it's rats, Mr Buckle?

Nasty, greedy things gnawing
at things with their incisors!

It's lead pipe. If they gnaw
at that, they'd get poisoned.

I want them poisoned!

I use this flat
for prayer meetings.

It's not rats! It's just
the solder's perished.

It's like tissue paper,
this, Fred.

- Oh! - MRS WALLACE: - Oh!

PLUMBER LAUGHS

FRED: Here you are.

Look, I reckon you need
to pull all these out,

refit it with proper plastic.

I just put some in our new house.

Did you hear? We're moving
back to Poplar. Moss Street.

-Oh, Walthamstow didn't reign long, then?
-No!

Never mind
your geographical chitchat!

This young man is wheezing
like a creaking gate.

Hey, use your inhaler, son.
It's all right.

He just gets like this every
time we pull up floorboards.

He's... He's all right.

- QUIETLY:
- He's all right.

ROSALIND LAUGHS

Hello, Mrs Wallace.

Fred?

What's all this?

Greetings, Pastor Robinson.

And greetings, Rosalind.

You didn't see
the plumber's van outside?

Perhaps your mind
was on other matters.

Good afternoon, Miss Higgins.

I've been sent to hold the fort
while you're at clinic.

Master Timothy Turner!

Or... should that be Doctor?

A little bird informed me

that a certain set
of examinations

have not only been passed,
but passed with flying colours.

Yes. That pen you gave me
stood me in very good stead.

Of course, I won't be writing
any prescriptions out with it

until I'm formally qualified.

All good things
will happen in time.

BABY CRYING

Mrs Hennessy, we discussed
the merits and demerits

of peanut butter jars last week.

Leave your sample with me.

And if you cannot find a seat,
you may queue against the wall.

I'd be extra alert for signs
of protein in that one.

Oh, and diabetes
in the rose hip syrup bottle.

Honestly, Aisha, I'm still
a bit full from our lunch.

Feed mother, feed baby.

Er, maybe I'll just nibble
on one while I'm waiting.

Ruth Khan?

Oh, hello. Ruth, dear.

I'm sorry, we're still finding
our feet in our new location.

Sister Julienne will see you

behind the screens
in the far corner.

I come?

I have to go in on my own.

You know the drill.

Is there somewhere I can put this?

Um... A paper towel, perhaps?

I was thinking
more like the bin.

I love this sort of food,

but my mother-in-law
keeps trying to feed me,

and I'm not that hungry.

We do advise
small, frequent meals

at this stage of the pregnancy.

Nurse Crane said that
in mother craft class.

I had to translate it
for my mother-in-law,

and I think
she only heard "frequent".

I don't think it'll be too long

before baby puts in
an appearance.

Have we delivered
the home birth pack to you yet?

No. I'm so glad I'm having it
in my own bed.

Babies are born at home
in my husband's tradition,

and I was born at home
with Nonnatus nuns,

so it's something
that sort of makes us the same.

I'll pop by tomorrow
with the pack,

and then we'll be all prepared.

-Cup of tea?
-Thank you.

Kindly desist forthwith!

Those cards contain

confidential
medical information.

I work for
the National Health Service.

In which case,

I should not need
to point out the proprieties.

I'm starting to think we were
moved here for a reason.

Now we're on
National Health premises,

can they just breeze in at will?

- PATRICK:
- It's the thin end of the wedge!

If they want information
about our district cases,

then they should put in
a formal request.

The administrator claims
they can demand access

without notice.

But as we have
previously discussed,

we are under no obligation
to do everything they ask.

I'm not sure
she's any nearer to deciding.

Whether to accept the new rules
or close Nonnatus House?

Shelagh, if she delays any
longer, it won't be up to her.

And what happens after that
will happen to us all.

Are you not partaking
in pudding, Sister?

STAMMERS: Can it be preserved?

I find my appetite
does not keep the hours

that once it did.

I will put some foil on it.

Standard of cakes
has gone right down

while Sister Veronica's
been away.

This is the second time this
week I've made a sponge so bad

we've had to pour custard on it.

You pour away. Custard's
one of the things I miss most

when I'm in America.

Is there anything else
you yearn for

whilst you are overseas?

I could be flippant
and say lemon curd

and electric kettles,

but above all else I miss
the respect for midwifery

we're so used to over here.

May I suggest
we turn our attention

to the matter
of St Raymond's feast day?

There will be the usual
Eucharist in the chapel

in the morning.

And then I thought,

as the holiday falls
on a bank holiday Monday,

a strawberry tea
might be appropriate.

Mm!

Thank you.

Oh! Good evening,
Mrs Barrowman.

Now, you look like
a woman on a mission.

I'm a woman
in search of comestibles.

Ooh!

My Ivan and his family,
they're moving house tomorrow,

so I'm going to christen the
kitchen by making their tea.

Ivan did me a favour
and a half this morning.

Sorted a burst pipe
inside an hour.

Oh, good.

Um... have you got
any luncheon meat?

Er... bottom left, dear,
next to the soap powder.

Oh.

I'm going to take three tins.

Oh, I hope
you're planning fritters.

There's nothing like
the smell of frying

-to make a house a home.
-Yeah, well, all I can smell at the moment

is wet paint and plaster dust.

Still,
it's on a better bus route...

now Suzanne's got
into the grammar school.

Gran, they've got rulers
and protractors!

VIOLET: Grammar school?

Well, let's hope
this is the beginning

of great things for you.
Pick yourself out a rubber.

I'll let you have it half price.

- MRS BARROWMAN:
- Oh!

Last orders for Ovaltine.

DOOR CLOSES

I can't drink anything.

My face is lathered
in complexion food.

Why didn't you come down
and join us in the parlour?

SHE SIGHS
I can't seem to settle, Phyllis.

I knew all this constant
toing and froing

would have you all frayed
around the edges.

I wish I was the only thing
that was frayed.

My marriage
isn't exactly thriving

under the current conditions.

Are you spending
too much time apart?

We're certainly not
doing enough together.

SIGHING: He has his business
interests, and I have... this.

You say that as though
"this" weren't enough.

It won't be enough for anybody
if it all comes to an end.

If you know more than
you're cracking on, Trixie,

then that's your business,
and I'm not going to press you.

But there's been
a Sword of Damocles

hanging over Nonnatus House

for almost as long
as I've been here.

And we've always lived
to fight another day...

and deliver another baby.

Things have been changing
all the time, haven't they?

Yes.

And we're still here.

SHE CHUCKLES

Though I can't answer
for your epidermis

if you leave that face pack
on much longer!

Midwife calling.

You're welcome.

You've certainly
got everything -

and everyone organised, Ruth!

Dilwar's well on his way
up the ladder at the factory,

but he had to start out
as a garment presser.

A good manager must have
experience of every department.

This not management.
This woman's work!

It is all right, isn't it?
The flat?

The flat is spotlessly clean.

And this is clearly
a home full of love.

I inspect for that, too.

It's much more important.

You wouldn't have found that
in the house I grew up in.

My mum ran off and left us
when I was eight.

And my dad hardly knew
what to do with us.

DOOR OPENS

Please.

We... wanted to ask you
something, Sister.

Can Dilwar stay with me
when the baby's born?

But of course.

I want it because I do not
want Ruth to be afraid.

And I won't be
if Dilwar's with me.

- WOMAN:
- Madge!

-I found the tomato sauce.
-Where was it?

It was in the tea chest

-with the bedding!
-Here, give me that!

LAUGHTER

Susie, you'll have to go
on the camp bed

until that new mattress
is delivered.

You not having fritters?

Oh, she didn't like
luncheon meat,

-apparently.
-Mm.

It means she don't like
your cooking.

LAUGHTER

Hey!

Shh!

LAUGHTER

Give her some more sauce.

Thank you for
wanting to be with me.

I don't want to be
outside the door,

waiting for my mother
to come out

and tell me how you're doing.

At least that's not
going to happen now.

The mother is always
in the room with the mother.

I do everything I can to
respect your customs, Dilwar.

But if we don't do
some things our way,

we aren't going to know
who we are.

Please... don't let her
in the room.

RETCHING NEARBY

DOOR OPENS

TOILET FLUSHES

Oh, Suzanne, love!

I need you to go to the phone
box and ring the doctor.

It's dark.

The phone hasn't been connected,

and nobody else
is well enough to go.

Paul's still in the outside lav,
and his asthma's bad.

The operator will help you
find the number.

Put your coat and shoes on.

Ivan?

IVAN GROANS

Can you let me in?

IVAN: Five... Five minutes.

HE INHALES

Just keep puffing on it as
often as you feel you need to.

The stress of the vomiting
has aggravated your asthma.

Oh, I'm hoping
that's wearing off.

You know, I haven't worn the
old porcelain turban like that

-in years.
-Look, I know it's tough,

but if it is
something you've all eaten,

then the best thing
is to let your body

clear itself of the poison.

I knew me mum's cooking
would get us in the end!

HE COUGHS

You're shivering, Ivan.

I can see your goose bumps
from here!

You can take paracetamol
for fever.

-Lovely.
-Then go to bed and keep yourselves warm.

Tea's up!

And Suzanne's busy
putting water beside your beds.

Hey, you're a bit overqualified
to be a waiter, ain't you?

Chip off the old block, eh?

Nothing like a lad following
in his father's footsteps.

Paul's working with Ivan now.

They did half the renovations
to this house.

All mod cons.

Central heating, if you please!

Put it on if need be.

This is going to seem like a
bad dream by tomorrow teatime.

Dilwar!

DOOR OPENS

Shh. Dilwar's sleeping.

Oh... Oh!

You... You sit. You sit.

RUTH GROANS

I need him to go
to the telephone box

and ring Nonnatus House, Aisha.

I telephone. You sit. You rest.

Are you heading out already?

Angela and I are practising
her bus route

for the grammar school.

She's a bit worried
about the change

at the top of
the Commercial Road.

It'll soon become second nature.

Aren't you wearing your blazer
to get you in the mood?

It's a rehearsal,
not a dress rehearsal!

They should put you two
on the television.

It's like watching
a dance routine.

London Palladium, here we come!

Let's get you into the bed,
honey.

Hello. Um... Are you the lady
who's about to become

-a grandma?
-Yes.

Tell... her.

CRIES OUT

Mother! Go!

Ma!

HE GIVES ORDERS

RUTH GROANS

DOORBELL RINGS

Is it because of Paul's asthma

that you're making
a return visit?

He was the one that worried me.

But everyone in the house
is affected,

apart from Suzanne,

which makes them vulnerable.

TIMOTHY: The bedroom curtains
are still drawn.

Doctor calling!

FAINT GROAN NEARBY

BREATHING RAPIDLY

HE COUGHS

I stopped being sick.

But I've used up nearly
all my inhaler

and my head's splitting.

You're dehydrated,
which won't help.

Are your parents upstairs?

They haven't come down yet.

RUTH GROANS

It's stuck. It's stuck!

I can't get it out!

Ruth, you're nearly there.

It's just all happened so fast,

you've hardly had a chance
to catch your breath.

Listen to the nurses, Ruth.

-You know what I should be doing?
-SHE GROANS.

Well, you obviously do.

That's it, Ruth. Keep pushing.

Just like that.

Your wife's a quick learner.

SHE GASPS

Mr Barrowman?

Mrs Barrowman?

Dr Turner is going to come up
and see you in a minute.

Dad!

DAD!

RUTH GROANS

That's it, darling. You did it!

ROSALIND: It's a boy!

BABY CRIES

You've given me a son!

No pulse,

no pupil reflexes.

You poor little love.

I think Mr Barrowman
has gone, too.

First, we need an ambulance
for Paul.

He's in respiratory distress.

And then we need
to call the police.

I've... I've gone a bit faint.

Deep breaths!

Then we need to get you outside.

I think I know what this is.

Why can't I go back inside?

You have to sit on the pavement

and wait
for the ambulance to arrive.

I'll wait with you.

Where's my mum and my dad?

I-I can't go to hospital
without them knowing.

SIREN WAILS

Dr Turner's in charge

of everything
that's happening inside.

That's not an ambulance.
It's a police car.

-Oh..
-Is this bad?

Not necessarily,

but the placenta should
have come away by now.

We don't want you
to go to hospital, honey.

I don't either.

I think you might have
a full bladder.

And sometimes
that gets in the way.

If you can pass water,
that may help.

I'll get you a bedpan.

Can we have it
ladies only for that bit?

BABY CRIES

I think you've seen enough
for one day.

DOOR CLOSES

I hear your wife cry, and I cry.

I hear the baby cry, and I cry.

Why are you speaking in English?

You think like an Englishman,

You understand
like an Englishman.

Ruth has just given birth.

It was not easy.

It's not easy now.

Not easy...

because she need mother.

A mother has known her pain.

Mother gives ease.

Mother gives peace.

Husband can't give that.

She wanted me there.

DOOR OPENS

All's well that ends well.

Ruth passed water
and then the afterbirth.

BABY CRIES

It's not for you
to even hear such things!

We have a young man, asthmatic,

dehydrated from food poisoning

and suspected exposure
to carbon monoxide.

Where's my mum and dad
and my sister?!

Stay with him.
Keep him on an even keel.

PAUL GASPS AND COUGHS

Oh... Ha!

I tell you,

there is nothing like
a cream horn

after a successful delivery.

I'm more of
a custard tart girl, really.

Honey, what are you
fretting about?

Mrs Wallace phoned Cyril
last night

and she wants to speak to him
about his conduct,

and also his conscience?

Are you surprised?

He's a pastor...

who walks into his flat,
which is also his church,

with a woman who's not his wife,

carrying bags
from a weekend away,

and bumps
into the principal elder!

I had hoped
you'd tell me not to worry.

That's not what friends are for.

Mm.

SHE SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

Where's my grandson?!

He's through there.

He's resting
and receiving oxygen.

I could come in with you
if you'd like that.

What I'd like

is to have my son
and my daughter-in-law

and my granddaughter
still alive!

I'd like them to have seen
a competent doctor

who hadn't tucked them
into their deathbeds

with kind words and no action!

Oh...

Oh!

- PATRICK:
- Three deaths in one family.

Miss Higgins says
if the statements are signed,

she'll deal with them
immediately.

I don't think I've ever had to
do harder paperwork than this.

SHELAGH SIGHS

Age 11.

She might have been
in Angela's class.

I told them to go to bed
and keep warm.

And when we found them...

her little hand
was hardly cold at all.

You're a good man,
Pastor Robinson,

and you're doing a good job
navigating this church

through some very choppy waters.

But you haven't come here
to tell me what I'm doing well.

Have you, Mrs Wallace?

No, I have not.

I have come here to tell you

that you're compromising
your position

and you're compromising
that young girl.

Nobody at church knows
we went away together.

Nobody at church?!

You don't think
the Almighty go to church?!

The Almighty see everything!

And what's more, he knows
his way to York Minster!

I'm sorry, Mrs Wallace.

MRS WALLACE SIGHS

We are modern people...
living in a modern world,

wrestling with
some very modern problems.

But sometimes,
Pastor Robinson...

the best way
of protecting ourselves

and those we love

is by being a little bit
old-fashioned.

You understand?

Because... I require you
to understand.

How?

I-I mean, how?

Was it the food my nan cooked?

Paul... Everything is going
to have to be reviewed

by the coroner.

Ultimately,
they will pronounce a verdict.

I don't need a verdict!
I just need to know!

Because if I don't know,
I can't believe they're dead.

Paul, from what
the lab tests tell us...

the food your nan cooked
probably made you all ill.

But that's a simple case

of bacteria
with the tinned meat.

Not her fault at all.

Suzanne never had any, anyway.

Yesterday...

I suspected

that the problem was...

carbon monoxide poisoning.

And now the postmortem have said

exactly the same thing.

The signs are clear
and unmistakable.

It's in the air, isn't it,
carbon monoxide?

Only in very small amounts.

When there's too much,
it becomes very dangerous.

Why would there be too much?

If a heating system
develops problems.

It was a brand-new boiler!

My dad fitted it himself.

Oh...

I helped him, Dr Turner.

Oh... I helped him!

HE SOBS

Timothy said
everything Daddy did

when he went out
to that family was appropriate.

Why is he so upset?

SHE SIGHS

Angela, every so often
when you work in medicine,

we say a case
gets under our skin.

This case has got
under Daddy's skin.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Oh, Mrs Turner...

I rang the surgery,
but Dr Turner wasn't there.

We've just had the public
health inspectors at the shop.

Public health inspectors?

We're under investigation
for selling contaminated meat.

And they've taken I don't know
how many tins off the shelf.

I only picked 'em up from the
cash-and-carry two days ago.

SHE SOBS

I knew Madge Barrowman.

She was on
the Play Streets Subcommittee.

And... and now they've gone,

possibly because of something
that we sold!

I think we all have
to remain calm.

Nobody really knows who
or what is to blame for this.

How did you get on
with Mrs Wallace?

We're going to have
to go for a walk.

The gas inspector's
nearly finished.

Well, once the boiler's
stripped out,

I'd have no objection

-to Paul moving back in.
-All right, sir.

I don't know where you get
your flaming nerve!

You should be locked up for
what you said to my grandson!

Telling him
he'd killed his family

by fitting a dodgy boiler!

Mrs Barrowman, only the coroner
can say what happened.

I hope he finds you guilty
of criminal negligence

and strikes you off.

If you sent them all
to hospital,

they'd still be alive.

We can't turn
the clock back, Cyril.

Not in terms of morals.

And not in terms of what having
sex has done to me and my body,

and for us and our relationship!

-Rosalind!
-Stopping sleeping together

isn't going to turn me
into a virgin again.

And I wouldn't want it to!

I wouldn't want it to either.

Because I feel
just the same as you.

But I am not yet divorced,
and I am still a pastor,

and I don't like
putting you in harm's way.

I'm not in harm's way.
I'm on the pill.

There is more than one type
of harm, Rosalind.

Maybe we should wait now...

until I'm in a position
to put a ring on your finger

and do things decently.

I have two things to say
in response to that.

A, I'm sure Mrs Wallace
would be delighted.

B, if that's a proposal
of marriage,

it's very poorly thought
through and you can keep it!

Oh...

Oh...

Ooh.

Thank goodness
you went in so early!

Under no circumstances

must any patients
be allowed to see it.

I'll root out some turps.

SHE SIGHS

Phyllis!

Whatever is this?

SHE SIGHS

No-one is to contact the police.

Patrick, this is a clear
case of criminal damage,

and probably slander.

That family have suffered...

and ARE suffering enough.

There's no proof at all
that that... vandalism

is anything to do with them.

I, meanwhile,
have had to give short shrift

to a reporter from the Gazette.

He asked questions
about potential malpractice.

In front of patients?
What did you say?

Well, I merely reminded him
that it is against the law

to print, publish or speculate
on any details

of a medical case
whilst an inquest is pending.

Miss Higgins, that isn't true!

The man was very junior
and knew no better.

No further rebuff was required.

I don't think anyone
knows anything right now.

Until we hear from the coroner,

I'm not seeing
any more patients.

♪ This feeling inside me

♪ Could never deny me

♪ The right to be wrong
if I choose

♪ And this pleasure I get

♪ From say winning a bet

♪ Is to lose

♪ Nothing good, nothing bad

♪ Nothing ventured, nothing gained

♪ Nothing still-born or lost

♪ Nothing further than proof

♪ Nothing wilder than youth

♪ Nothing older than time,
nothing sweeter than wine

♪ Nothing physically,
recklessly, hopelessly blind

♪ Nothing I couldn't say

♪ Nothing why cos today

♪ Nothing rhymed... ♪

You know Cyril called again
this morning, don't you?

Before you came down
to breakfast?

Perhaps he had
a sleepless night, too.

I don't know what we're
supposed to say to each other.

The matter of my ablutions

generally falls
to Sister Catherine.

Sister Catherine is standing in
for Sister Veronica

at the head lice conference
this morning,

and set off looking as though
nothing could make her happier.

Do you recollect
what it was like to be...

at the beginning of all this?

Yes, I do.
If only barely sometimes.

I've watched so much water
flow underneath the bridge.

The question is, Sister,

do we watch the water
or are we the water?

Because if it is the latter...

you speak not of change,

but of we ourselves
being changed...

or changing.

Ah...

It is a riddle... is it not?

It is indeed.

Sister,

how long have your feet
been as swollen as this?

It is a recent development.

Let us not speak of it.

TIMOTHY: Dad...

what good is shutting
yourself away going to do?

It'll do less harm
than trying to treat patients

when I'm not trusted.

And I can use the time
to study the latest statistics

on the rise in epidurals.

Trust is essential, isn't it?

It's like clean hands.

Or a steady hand with a lancet.

Like antibiotics.

Black coffee on the night shift.

Can't be a GP without it, son.

You're going back to factory
and baby not named?

We can't decide
on a name yet, Aisha.

When we decide,
we'll do it then.

She white face. She's sick?

Are you sick?

Sick of being cooped up.

I just need some fresh air.

Miss Higgins?

Um, can I ask Dr Turner
to make a house call

on Sister Monica Joan?

She seems to have developed
some new symptoms.

I'm afraid that

until the Barrowman family
situation resolves,

he doesn't feel able
to see any patients.

I understand.

In the scheme of things,
I suspect this is not urgent.

You stay home.

The baby needs fresh air, Aisha,

and I need to get
into a routine.

Please don't go out.

I'm only popping out
for an hour.

BABY CRIES

Shh. Sh-sh-sh-sh, sh-sh-sh-sh.

Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh.

BABY QUIETENS

BABY CRIES

Sh-sh. Sh-sh-sh-sh.

BABY CONTINUES CRYING

I changed the sheets.
I cleaned everything.

But he will not let me do
anything with that pillowcase.

Paul, lad...

do you really think

this is the best place
for you to be lying

while you come to terms with
everything that's happened?

How can I come to terms
with it?!

I helped my dad
put that boiler in!

It's my fault! And I'm the one
that's still here!

It's not your fault.

There are plenty of others
you could blame.

What about you?!
Eh? And your cooking!

Come on!

You're both going through something

that no-one should
ever have to endure,

alone or separately.

You'll face it better together.

I can smell my dad's hair
on this pillowcase.

Oh...

Oh!

SOBBING

Ruth?

Ruth?

PRAM RATTLES QUIETLY

SHE GASPS

SHE GROANS

SHE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

SHE GASPS

I think I need the doctor.

I can walk there.

I go for doctor.

SHE GROANS

You walk. I walk with you.

BABY CRIES

RUTH GROANS

Every single person touched
by this case is in torment.

Can we not do something

to at least get a preview
of the details?

Dr Turner's
on the police surgeon roster.

He feels he can't ask for early
access to the documents

because he's perceived
to have a vested interest.

The baby's mother lying
in street! By fire stairs!

-I think she die!
-Oh, no. No!

Dr Turner!

It's Ruth Khan.
She delivered a few days ago.

She just opened her eyes.

Said something
about seeing lights.

Her ankles are swollen. Looks
like postnatal pre-eclampsia.

Ambulance?

She's on the brink of fitting.

We need Bromethol now.

Can you fetch some?

It's too late for 999.
I'll drive her there myself.

Now, run!

It's all right, Ruth.

I'm not going to leave you.

CYRIL:
You need a hand with those?

Yes. And we wouldn't mind
a bit of fridge space

if you've got any
to spare in your flat.

I'm sorry I lost my temper.

It was certainly a spectacle.

If you hadn't have been shouting at
me, I would've quite enjoyed it.

And you're right.

It was a terrible
marriage proposal.

Was it a marriage proposal?

Yes.

Will you give me the chance
to do a better one?

This is better already.

But... why don't you take me
away for the weekend?

Discreetly.

And... ask me then.

You know your own mind,
don't you?

I'm a grown woman,
and a feminist, and...

there are cathedral towns

the length and breadth
of England.

Mr Parry is still with Ruth.

He says you stopped her
from tipping over

into full-blown eclampsia.

She hasn't had any seizures?

None.

That would have been
a very different story.

We don't always get to write
the endings we choose

in this profession,

but sometimes we do.

And sometimes
there isn't an ending.

And those stories are the best.

I'm sorry for pushing you away,
Aisha.

A mother cannot be pushed away.

Ever.

A mother always
at your shoulder.

And it is good.

I never knew that before.

I didn't know what to do
with that kind of love.

But I do now.

Thank you...

for showing me.

PHYLLIS: It's all written down
there in good, plain English.

PATRICK: - It's as thorough
as it comes, Mrs Barrowman.

And it states very clearly

that it was the boiler
that was faulty.

Not the way it was fitted?

It had a defective valve.

What happened
was nothing to do with

anyone who was there that night,

or anyone here today.

Meanwhile, all the tins
of meat have been recalled

and the cash-and-carry
will be prosecuted.

I'm sorry
if I acted out of turn.

That's all right.

But I think if you did want
to sue the boiler manufacturer,

there would be a case to answer.

No.

We've got a family
to say goodbye to...

and a life to build.
Haven't we, lad?

It's Mrs Russell, isn't it?

What can I do for you?

Oh, it's not for me, Sister.
It's for one of my neighbours.

Well, a sort of neighbour.

I reckon there's a baby
on the way.

ARGUING NEARBY

I can remember you sisters
coming out at all hours

and in all weathers.

WOMAN SHOUTS

We still do.

SHE YELLS

Midwife calling.

I don't need a midwife.

My dear, I'm afraid it seems
very likely that you do.

I don't need a ruddy midwife!

WOMAN GROANS

WOMAN GASPS AND GROANS

What we'll do is
take a gentle look at you,

and then we'll decide
what to do.

I don't know why you're saying
"we" this or "we" that,

like we're friends or somethin'.

Cos we ain't friends!

Don't you talk to the sister
like that!

And we ain't friends, neither!

SHE SPITS

Um, Mrs Russell...

I don't see any means
of heating water in here.

Would you return to your flat
and boil a kettle for me?

It's such a shame Sister
Veronica missed the Eucharist.

-Mm.
-But her plane from Hong Kong

must have still been in the air.

And it's also a shame that your
brother can't join us, Trixie.

He's become quite a fixture
on high days and holidays.

Oh, I know, but he's gone
to Lido di Jesolo

with a friend
from his National Service days.

At least I get to arrange
some flowers in his absence.

SHE CHUCKLES

This is assault, this is.

Lana, the sense of pressure
that you're feeling

is because your baby's head is
descending through your pelvis.

It's almost ready to be born.

Send for a bloody ambulance!

Lana, it's too late.

How's things?

I'm sorting through
my dad's tools.

Seems a first step towards
what he would have wanted.

Following in his footsteps
and all that.

Me, too.

Delivering insulin
to a self-injecting diabetic.

This is a lead dressing tool.

He had it so many years,
it's been worn to his grip.

It's old-fashioned,
but... I'm going to keep it.

That sort of thing matters,
doesn't it?

Could you organise
a urine sample?

Next time she feels
like getting up?

She has been needing
a lot of rest lately.

I do not require repose.

It is almost invariably
forced upon me.

If you feel like it,

I can bring you a strawberry
scone to nibble on later.

Hm...

BABY GURGLES

She's a pretty little thing.

I'm paying particular attention
to her eyes

as I bathe her,
in case there's any infection.

Are you saying I'm dirty?

We take the same approach
with every newborn.

I want to hold her.

When you've, um, finished
your cigarette, perhaps.

I want...

to hold her.

SHE EXHALES SHARPLY

Get your hands off my baby!

I didn't ask you to come here!

-Oh!
-Get your hands off me!

Who asked you to come here
in the first place?

BABY CRIES

SHE MURMURS SILENTLY

The mother was angry

and she was distressed.

She wasn't unusual in that.

And she needed...

every ounce of love
I could show her.

She spat at you
and she assaulted you.

And the only thing
that stopped me...

turning my back on her and running
out of that squalid room

was the fact that I was there
as an act of...

Christian witness.

Did that give you courage?

It gave me purpose.

And it gave me strength.

And it reminded me
that we are missionaries...

here in the East End.

And I'd rather go and be
a missionary elsewhere

than be forced to pretend
to be something we are not.

Sister...

Have you made your decision?

Sister Julienne?

Sister Veronica has arrived
back from Hong Kong.

She's waiting in your office

and insists
she'll see no-one but you.

I came back to Poplar
via the Mother House.

I needed to confer
with Mother Mildred

because I have been feeling
increasingly... unhappy.

I wasn't... unaware of it.

But our work is not about...

our happiness.

It is about seeking no reward,

other than knowing
that we do His will.

If you are quoting
St Ignatius of Loyola,

then you are omitting
the bit about giving

and not counting the cost.

And I... can't keep on giving

and not counting the cost
any longer.

But you must.

We must, Sister.

It is what we do.

It is what I have done,

and done for too long.
I have...

loved...

and served.

And I have saved other
women's children for decades.

If any one were mine

or... felt like mine...

for a day or even an hour...

I had to hand it back...

and stand there
trying not to scream

because my arms were empty!

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

Because I hoped I could bear it,

and I can't!

I've been given permission
to go away for six weeks...

while I decide...

if I want to give up my vows
and leave the order.

CHATTER

Pull, then.

All right, I'm pulling,
I'm pulling!

Push!

-Come on.
-Down that way!

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

I couldn't let you go
without coming to see you.

I've stood exactly
where you're standing now.

Well, I hope you were standing
in better shoes than these.

There are no lace-ups
in the charity cupboard,

and I can only walk in lace-ups.

There is a knack to court shoes.

Please, don't put
your arms around me.

I'm scared...
I might break apart.

Beryl...

do you have somewhere to go?

I've been offered a room
in a Christian retreat house

near Gravesend.

There are
no other religious there,

and I'm assured
no questions will be asked.

Let me find you
a pair of tights.

You'll feel more pulled
together in a proper outfit.

You were right about
Sister Monica Joan's oedema.

It points to kidney failure.

But tests will tell us more.

This was always going to come,
wasn't it...

in one form or other?

And when it does...

it's going to feel like

the ravens leaving
the Tower of London.

The end of the known world.

One could say that
about so many things.

I'm telling the board

that if the order
are not permitted to work

in a missionary capacity...

we are leaving Poplar...

at the end of the year.

And that is final.

Do you know
what you want, Sister?

Apart from a baby
to call my own?

No.

Sometimes I don't think
anyone knows anything, really.

I'll walk with you
as far as the post office.

This must go with
the first post in the morning.

- MATURE JENNIFER:
- Some things bring joy

year after year,

summer after summer.

They have delighted us before,
and they will again.

We trust the tides

and the rhythm of the seasons.

The tilt of the sunflower's
face towards the sky.

When the wind
blows a little colder,

do we even notice it?

Or if we do, do we think
it will not be for long?

Because one day
it may blow cold for ever,

but not yet...

not now...

while miracles are ordinary

and still within our reach.

-She's about to have the baby.
-We think.

I just keep getting...
Ooh, here it comes again.

Hello, Harmony. I'm a nurse.

I'm sorry you've been hurt.

There is no reason
to treat me as an invalid!

Best ice cream in Poplar,
guaranteed.

And if I win,
you'll get that bike.

One would hope they were
above such pettiness

when there is so much at stake.