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Sometimes our new beginnings

have been yearned for.

We have chosen them.

Others lie in wait and burst upon us

like bad weather or unwelcome beasts.

Little wonder that we cling
to what is certain -

home, the hearth, the family,

born or found.

Places where no storms land,
and we think no winds can blow.

What's happening with the father in
all this?

Is there any prospect of marriage?

I've asked her that,
and she wouldn't answer.

How could you be so stupid, Belinda?!

You had the world at your feet.

University.

Once you gave up on the idea of nursing.

You were going to be a history teacher!

I can still be a history teacher.

Who's going to give you a job?

- You'll be an unmarried mother!
- Rhoda!

- The world's changing.
- Not fast enough!

People keep saying the world's
changing for people like Susan,

and I don't see any evidence of it.

This isn't about Susan, Mum.

Lady Aylward,

would you consider entering into
partnership with me?

Partnership?

I intend to semi-retire,

and I thought that 40% ownership

of the Lady Emily might appeal,

with the backing of the Aylward
estate, of course.

I'm afraid I don't have access

to the Aylward Estate capital,
Mr Scarisbrick,

and neither does my husband.

Everything is under the control
of my mother-in-law, Lavinia.

Ah, of course.

Dear difficult Lavinia.

I remember her from our dancing days.

Nevertheless, I would like you to
at least consider the offer.

Perhaps you could put your wiles to work.

Hey! Look, you got to calm down,
all right?

And you got to... you got to sit down,

and then we can work things out.

Look, if there is one thing that
we're really good at as a family,

it's working out a problem.

I didn't do this as part of
the family, Dad.

I did it on my own!

And you had fun, did you?

It was fantastic!

While it lasted.

Hey...

This isn't your fault.

Eh?

My beautiful.

Oh, Beryl!

Oh, I thought we had mice,
which aren't unheard of

even in the best-managed mansion flats.

I was feeling the heat.

I think it's that continental quilt.

I don't think they'll catch on over here.

The winters aren't cold enough.

I'll swap you with this candlewick...

..tomorrow.

Sister, if you don't want to take
the diuretics any more...

..I accept that.

You're not going to dissuade me?

No.

- Oh...
- I tried to, out of love.

As we discussed.

And now I will stop, out of respect.

Good morning!

Rosalind, I went on an early-morning
excursion to a number of newsagents,

and bought bridal magazines
in all of them.

I've no time to get anything made.

There are superb ready-to-wear
options these days,

and every boutique worth knowing
will be listed in the small ads.

But I haven't even decided if
I'm going to wear white.

And the weather's going to be cold.

It's a wedding dress!
Why would you not want white?

There are wonderful options in lace
that would look divine

with a long sleeve.

Delicate, virginal, and no-one
will see your goose bumps.

I've just had two very interesting
phone calls.

First, St Cuthbert's, telling me
that Mrs Rhoda Mullucks

is pressing for an early discharge
after a cholecystectomy.

She's not going to be very well at all.

Should I add her to the district
nursing list?

Thank you, Nurse Clifford.

But then, I had Mrs Mullucks ring

to say that their elder daughter
is expecting

and in need of our attention.

I'll put Mrs Turner on to this.

She knows the family well.

Nurse Crane, I'm afraid I need to
speak to you

about Sister Monica Joan.

There isn't a GP on this earth that
would force a determined woman

of 90-odd to take medication if she
doesn't want to.

All it will do is make her more unhappy.

She's almost cheery this morning.

If anything, you'd think she was on
the mend.

Well, don't bother her with any
urine or blood tests for now.

The symptoms will speak for themselves.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'll keep you informed as things unfold.

Thank you.

Dr Turner!

I have just received the most
infuriating communication

from Central Supplies,
asking you for the return

of every item of council-owned
equipment in our possession.

Now?!

Erm... "Prior or immediately
subsequent to the closure

"of your facility, as appropriate."

Well, the closure itself isn't
appropriate.

And every bed, kidney bowl and set
of clamps is staying on these

premises until the last mother
and baby go out of those doors.

They've included this entirely
spurious list of items,

headed "assumed inventory".

It will be consigned to the incinerator,

and I shall prepare an audit of our own.

The incubator never belonged
to Central Supplies!

It was paid for by the people of Poplar

because the council wouldn't provide
the funds.

They are not having it.

And I'm still a GP.

Send in my next patient.

I don't think your dates are quite
right, Belinda.

You feel close to term to me.

Does that mean I'm going to have it soon?

Very possibly.

She was here all through the summer
holidays and, as Rhoda

keeps telling me,
there was nothing showing.

Bernie, why don't you go to work
until Rhoda arrives

in the ambulance?

Belinda and I can work through
some tests,

and I'll make enquiries about
a home help.

Mum will tell you she doesn't need one.

And I'll tell her that, without one,
she'll end up back in hospital.

Don't worry.

We'll soon get things organised,
for both of you.

You are more than welcome.

Mr Franklin will see you at 4:00.

Viola player with a wryneck begging
to be squeezed in.

Have to say, I could fill your
brother's diary twice over,

and there'd still be people
weeping at the gates.

I was thinking you might like
to have a weekly clinic

at the Lady Emily,
when I start as matron there.

Have you told anyone at
Nonnatus House yet?

That I'm moving?

I'll speak to Sister Julienne when
she's back from the Mother House.

Are you afraid how she might react?

I'm terrified.

Not because she'll be angry,
but because she'll be quite calm.

Not because she'll be disappointed,

but that she'll be accepting.

But worst of all,

I'm terrified she'll smile and wrap
her arms around me

and tell me it's all God's plan.

What if it IS God's plan?

Then I resent it.

We've spent years and years and years

trying to determine and do the best

for the women of Poplar.

But in the end,
it all counts for nothing...

..because some great imaginary
being decided otherwise?

Well, just because God is invisible
doesn't make Him imaginary.

Rhoda, I need to take your blood
pressure.

And then I want you upstairs
and resting in bed.

There's letters here from the
Thalidomide Society

and the campaign - they need dealing
with.

And I need to talk to Belinda.

She's upstairs.

I think she was feeling quite...

...anxious.

Belinda!

I need to say...

- ...what all mums say, don't I?
- Mm-hm.

I need to say, "You're not the first

"and you won't be the last."

It'll be all right, love.

We've got through worse than this.

I never got through worse than this.

I wish to sit in the chair.

And I... I find myself desirous
of a pomegranate.

That would be most unwise.

Pomegranates are extremely high
in potassium.

Can I fetch you some other nice
fruit from the market?

I would like you to summon someone
from this establishment.

Albion and Sons is an undertaker's.

And I WILL have a pomegranate.

I'll never finish with God,
and I'll never question Him.

It's only myself I'm confused about,

and what I want

and whether it's right for me to want it.

I know you want a child, Beryl,

but is there more to it than that?

I've wanted a child so much.

It filled my every aching moment,
my every waking thought.

But now...

..I've started my menopause.

I've left it all too late.

I loved Susan from the moment I saw her.

So did I.

But I was scared about what you'd think,

you and Perry.

Because I knew your lives had changed.

I knew we were all headed somewhere...

..that wasn't normal.

Susan was normal - to us.

Sometimes I only remembered
she was different

when I saw other people's faces.

She made us more of a gang,
though, didn't she?

Still does.

Mulluckses against the world.

And you were never just Belinda
after she came along.

You were Susan's sister.

I don't want you to think
I'm not proud of that.

But I had to look at everything...
that way.

And everybody looked at me that way.

When I went to university,

I wasn't Susan's sister.

And when I thought I was wanted,

that I was special,

I was just so... thrilled

that I did stupid, stupid things.

Well, if that's because
of anything that I did...

..then I was stupid too.

Dr Turner.

Philip Parry.

That, uh, that son of yours
is shaping up quite nicely.

We'll make an obstetrician of him yet.

I'm still hoping to make him a GP.

Um, later this month,

we're trying out some new diagnostic
technology.

I thought you might send some
patients my way.

Of course!

In return for a preview.

Were you taken by surprise when I
requested your attendance?

We generally look after the
deceased, Sister Monica Joan.

But it seems to me that caring for
the dying matters just as much.

I do not fear death.

I am, however, beset by all manner
of opinions.

About your funeral?

There are rites and ritual
that are prescribed,

and I embrace them.

But I find I cannot rest

lest my farewell is not managed
in the way it ought to be.

If you explain to me...

why you think that is,

I can help...

by working out what YOU should do.

Fred?

Fred!

What's the matter, Sister?

Sister Monica Joan has asked
for the wheelchair.

Oh, blimey.

Is it still in the shed?

I've been, uh, using it to transport
compost.

I thought she'd approve of that.

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Sis, it's me. Erm, Matthew's been
trying to get hold of you.

I'm on a house call, Geoffrey.
What's the matter?

It's your ma-in-law,
the other Lady Aylward.

Sis, she's had a massive heart attack.

Matthew's already left for the airport.

They quarrelled so badly
when she took over the company.

He'll be desperate to see her.

I'm afraid it's too late.

Sometimes I think it is the market
that has changed the least.

The produce always marked
the changing of the seasons,

even during times of war.

I remember, some winters, there was
nothing on these veg stalls

except turnips and dried peas.

All right, Sister?

Fancy a few bananas on the house?

My eyes are dimmer than once they were.

It is Mr Morris, is it not?

Who wants to know, the Old Bill?

The sisters brought all of our kids
into the world,

but YOU delivered the first one
and the last.

Which was a footling breech.

I recall that now.

My Mildred said afterwards,

"Don't you ever charge her for
bananas again."

How about a few chrysanths, Sister?

Oh, thank you.

I don't deserve such generosity.

I'd let THEM be the judge of that.

The flags beneath these wheels
are worn quite smooth.

One thinks about the feet
that made them so.

The brides.

The mothers...

...of a thousand infants
brought to be baptised.

The mourners.

I see a few churches in my line of work.

I always reckon this one is the best.

Do you ever pray, Mr Mullucks?

I have felt the inclination
once or twice.

I will be buried at the Mother House.

But I want my Requiem to take place here.

I am not only leaving this earth,
Mr Mullucks.

I am leaving Poplar, and it is my home.

Has there ever been a greater indicator

of a shotgun wedding status

than a hastily butter-creamed
vanilla sponge?

Pick your nozzle.

I'll do the small rosettes,

you can do the large ones.

I do so wish you were able to come.

I always loved a party,
almost more than anything.

When I was a nun, I was
always sat on the sidelines.

Now I'm not a nun,

however temporarily, I'm banished.

I could give a good account
of myself in the foxtrot,

- once upon a time.
- Oh, I adore a foxtrot.

I also know of a lovely lounge bar

where they play all the right tunes

and serve resplendent cocktails.

I'll take you there if you like.

I'd like to be anywhere
where I'm not on the fringes.

This campaign is making you ill.

You've got to give it a rest, Rho.

Where's that going to get anyone?

Susan is never, ever
going to be independent.

I think about that every day.

What good are you going to be
if you rip your stitches out?

Do you want me to carry you up?

Yes, so I can't hear them.

For a moment...

I thought you were Sister Maud.

I think I've heard of Sister Maud.

But she passed away long before my time.

She was the infirmarian.

And she loved a deathbed
more than any birthing chamber.

The end of life

was always more compelling
to her than its commencement.

Sometimes, I saw her weep.

She wept when she died.

But religious are supposed
to welcome the end

when it is offered to us.

I think...

..it is offered to me now.

No, Sister...

You were the one who foretold it.

- What do you mean?
- At Christmas.

When we saw another pass through the veil

from this world to the next.

I can't recall his name,

but his eyes were bright,

like a robin's.

Mr Fischer?

He was met by all who loved him.

And you said the Sisters
would come for me.

When you die.

I saw Sister Maud

as clearly as I see you now.

And I know it has begun.

I'm not convinced it's imminent,

but she's asked to see the priest.

I will come back tomorrow.

I was already preparing to leave,

as there have been discussions
and a vote.

And I have news to impart.

Will you impart it when you get home?

Yes. Please...

just stay with our sister now.

I won't leave her for a moment.

Oh, come on, lass.

We're in this together.

There's going to be a wedding.

That's life, though, isn't it?

And I didn't dare tell Sister Julienne

the other thing she asked for.

So a little bird told us
you fancied a gin and tonic.

You'd better drink it,

because we had to go
to the off-licence specially.

I have heard the beverage
mentioned so often

in my lifetime,

and always in such approving terms.

I thought it a shame I was so ignorant.

Well, we're all for you
keeping your liquids up.

Go on.

Ah...

I declare myself...

enamoured.

Oh...

I think the choice of
soft drinks is very sensible

the night before a wedding!

I'm looking forward
to the trifle. I love trifle.

Phyllis had to put it back in the fridge.

The custard hadn't set yet.

Mm. Are you serving the bride
breakfast in bed

- in the morning, Millicent?
- I most certainly am.

I've also thought
of an additional embellishment.

Welcome back, Sister!

Oh!

I couldn't get to sleep last night.

All I wanted was
for it to be the morning.

Honey, you forgot your shoes
and your hairdryer.

I brought both.

We put some peppermints on the tray.

Saltfish, ackee and fried dumpling.

You need a proper breakfast
inside you, today of all days.

Thank you for being my witness,
Mrs Wallace.

I am not your witness.

God is your witness.

Even if the wedding
is in a registry office.

Is that shirt ready, Mrs Buckle?

Well, I'm not satisfied
with the right-hand cuff.

- Oh, by the way, Cyril...
- Mm?

Fred wondered which firm you'd booked

- your taxis with.
- Mozzy's Motors.

Mm. You know, just in case
there's any problems.

Thank you for your patience, ladies.

May I present the bride?

Pinards at the ready!

Father Hilary is hearing her confession.

Will you please repeat after me?

I do solemnly declare that I know not

of any lawful impediment

why, I, Rosalind Anne Clifford...

I do solemnly declare

that I know not of any
lawful impediment why I...

Rosalind Anne Clifford.

..Rosalind Anne Clifford...

May not be joined in matrimony to thee,

Cyril Alphonse Robinson.

May not be joined in matrimony to thee,

Cyril Alphonse Robinson.

Through this holy anointing,

may the Lord and his love and mercy

help you with the grace
of the Holy Spirit.

May the Lord who frees you
from sin save you...

- ..and raise you up.
- Amen.

I marry you with this ring

because you are more precious to me

than all the gold the world contains.

And I marry you with this ring

because a circle is eternal,

and our love will never end.

Receive, Sister,
this food for thy journey.

The body of our Lord Jesus Christ.

May he preserve thee
from the malicious enemy

and bring thee to everlasting life.

Amen.

Amen.

It is quite wonderfully made.

When I made my vows to Christ,

we were told a single lily must suffice.

I should have liked that better.

You are radiant...

..even among brides.

It is the child within you, I think.

A pearl.

Like the pearl you wear on your finger.

Who told you about the child?

It is supposed to be a secret!

Perhaps as the body fades,

the senses grow sharper.

I have a gift for your infant.

You must not leave without it.

The teddy bear?

Aww!

Sister Monica Joan!

Your child is a child of this century.

It has both your features in its face...

..and I delight in it.

Gangway! I've got the shoes
to tie to the taxi.

The trouble is, there is no taxi.

I booked it in advance,
and there's no sign of it.

Oh!

Fred!

What's this, Fred?

We thought you should have
something special.

Hello, love. This is Mrs Mullucks.

Could you get your mum and tell
her it's about Belinda?

Oh...

Her hand's starting to go cold.

I'll call Dr Turner.

He asked to be kept informed.

Dad?

I keep thinking about Susan...

..and her legs and her arms.

I mean, the artificial ones.

They just don't work.

She has to be pushed,

and parked like luggage or something.

There's no alternative, Perry.

We had a talk in college today
about... electric wheelchairs.

Electric, like you plug it in?

No!

They have a built-in 100-watt
motor and rear-wheel drive.

Why don't you tell the society?

Maybe they can fix it for Susan
to try one.

Do you reckon she could steer
an electric one herself?

We'd have to give it a go.

Dad, she needs us to chase
everything that's new.

- Oh...
- Good girl, Belinda.

Good girl! This one will soon be over.

Oh, they just keep coming, though.

That's the nature of childbirth, love.

Oh...

Shall I pop and get you
some more painkillers?

Um, in a minute, maybe.

It feels so strange
with all those empty beds.

Oh... You're our only patient, Belinda.

And the delivery room is all set up

for when you're ready to move through.

Mrs Turner was saying

this might be the last baby
ever born here.

You're lucky to get in
before it closes down.

Oh...

It's absolutely crucial
that he wins this final frame

before the mid-session interval.

And here he is with a break.

- Don't I get a beer?
- You've got crisps.

We need you to listen to our presentation

about why we should get
a colour television.

One. Wildlife programmes
are very educational,

and much more educational in colour.

Two. If Christopher comes back
from Hong Kong,

he'll be able to watch Trumpton
in colour.

Three. Timothy will come home
and watch things

like The Old Grey Whistle Test,

which, surprisingly enough, is in colour.

Hang on, hang on.

Why are you doing this
when your mother's out?

It's cos she always says
you're the soft touch

and she isn't!

You look simply ravishing.

And, rather appropriately,

this cocktail comprising gin, lemon juice

and creme de peche,
is known as Perfect Lady.

Oh!

Oh!

I might yet find out
what a hangover is like!

Philip!

How lovely to see you, Geoffrey.

Is Alistair with you?

Oh, propping up the bar, as usual.

Flatly refuses to join me
on the dance floor.

I do so envy you your delightful partner.

Oh, this is my darling friend, Beryl.

Beryl, may I present Philip Parry?

How lovely to meet you.

Enchante.

Fresh hot-water bottle?

I think I saw her shiver.

You're done in, lass.

I'll fetch you if things change.

You go to bed.

Leave the night shift to me.

Oh, please! Please,
can't you just pull it out?

It's just, she seems to go limp
every time she has a pain.

You've got to push, love. Push!

I'm going to send for Doctor.

That's it, Belinda!

Push into your bottom again,
like you did last time.

I think getting her on the bed's helped.

Good girl, Belinda.

Have things changed?

They're starting to. You get dressed,

and I'll tell Sister Julienne.

I might have known you'd put in
an appearance, Sister Evangelina.

Some of us know
when a job needs finishing.

You, meanwhile, have
shillyshallied long enough!

Even the Almighty's patience
has worn thin.

What's it like...

..where I will go?

It's... everything we were promised...

..and all that you have worked for.

Come on, you.

- And you have a daughter!
- Oh!

Bang-on 20 past 3.

And you've put me out of a job,
Belinda. Well done.

Oh, look at her!

Ohhh!

Look at her little hands!

Look at her little toes.

Oh!

Would you like to do
something very special, Rhoda,

and cut the cord?

There is no pulse.

Oh, lass.

Oh...

I want to say, how can a heart
like hers stop beating?

How can a life like hers come to an end?

Should we open the window
to let her soul out?

When Sister Julienne gets here.

There's no hurry.

Would you like me to pray
with you until she comes?

Yes.

Rest eternal grant unto her, O Lord.

May her soul and the souls
of all the departed,

through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Amen.

Amen.

She really has laid down
everything that she wanted.

And in considerable detail.

Even that she wants to be
wheeled to the church

on a costermonger's cart!

A proper Poplar funeral.

We will do everything she asks.

Meanwhile, Mr Mullucks,

I believe you became
a grandfather last night.

I did, I did.

Little girl.

I'll have to sign the certificate.

But you can do the checks.

Torch and stethoscope.
That's all you need.

Heartbeat first?

Just as if she was still with us.

I feel as though
I should be talking to her.

I always think that.

It's OK, Sister.

You're in good hands.

Geoffrey...

..it's time for me to go.

- Where?
- Back to the Order.

I was always going to have to choose.

And you don't want to... choose this?

I left because I wanted a child.

This...

..isn't a life that could give me that.

I could find you someone who can.

There are hordes
of suitable men out there.

They charge down the thoroughfares
of London like the Hun.

And I'm a dab hand with a shark net

and with a poison dart and a blowpipe.

Geoffrey...

..this isn't to do with you.

I've been beaten by my own biology,

and I belong in the Order.

I earned that life.

If I go back...

..I can hold babies every day...

..love them every day.

And that won't hurt you?

Not now.

Because I know the things I dreamed of

weren't meant for me.

What does a pallbearer do?

Well, he's one of the people

who help to carry the coffin
into the church.

It's considered to be an honour,

especially if the person
that died asked for you.

Who else did she ask?

Fred, of course.

And Dr Turner and Timothy

and Cyril and Geoffrey.

And she put Miss Higgins'
Harry down as a reserve.

All the proper men?

Yes, because you're a proper man, too.

I will do it.

And I will be proud.

Beryl, you know...

I'll walk you all the way
to the front door if you want me to.

No, you'd best not.

I need to say goodbye to Beryl too.

Maybe it's best if I leave her here.

With me.

She'll always be with you.

And whenever there's...
chutney to be made,

or costumes cobbled together, or...

..happy family times to be had
again in the convent parlour,

Sister Veronica will always be
so pleased to see you.

And there will be happy
family times, won't there?

Yes.

Don't disappear.

I'm not scared of new beginnings, Sister.

I've seen too many babies being born.

And you will wait until we know
exactly where we're going?

We had a long conversation
about waiting, once.

In the wreckage of a train.

- Waiting is what we do.
- Yes.

We'll do this together.

And with that, I suppose I ought to pray.

I have always left that to the experts.

Do you have a moment, Nurse Crane?

I'm having to start the paperwork

to transfer all of our
expectant mothers' notes.

It's a pleasure to postpone it!

I applied for an acting
sister's job at St Cuthbert's,

and they've asked me
to go for an interview.

Oh, lass! Well done!

But... it's on the day of the funeral.

Oh.

If you do the interview
at the appointed time,

you should get to the church
before the end.

But you don't think
that would be disrespectful?

The reverse.

We are burying a woman

whose whole life
was defined by her profession.

She's probably up there now
putting a word in for you.

We are all facing loss,
and we are facing change.

The death of our sister

and the alteration
of our practice are not linked.

But the sadness feels the same
because it is time itself that has...

brought both these things about.

I notice you say "alteration",
Sister Julienne,

and not "closure".

Sister Veronica, Sister
Catherine and I have decided

that Nonnatus House will become
a house of prayer

and of charity, whilst
we discern our next steps.

Can you say what sort of steps
you might be considering?

As we've already discussed
with Dr Turner,

there are three potential
new medical missions,

all of which would involve
at least a year abroad.

One of them would be
in the Gilbert and Ellice Islands,

one of them would be in British Columbia,

and one would be in... in
a remote part of Australia.

We ask for your prayers
and... and your patience.

And that as many of you as are able

stay with us on this journey.

All will be well.

I promise you.

Before the cortege moves on
to the church,

Sister Julienne will read a short verse

at the request of the lady

we are honouring today.

The poem is called

The Old Astronomer Talks To His Pupil.

"Though my soul may set in darkness

"It will rise in perfect light

"I have loved the stars too fondly

"To be fearful of the night."

Thank you, gentlemen.

Nurse Highland, Sister Marcus
has provided glowing references

for your recent spell on our wards.

But you also have excellent testimonials

from your district work.

Why do you want to return
to a hospital environment?

That's not an easy question
to answer, Matron,

because it presupposes

that my own enjoyment
is the thing that matters.

What matters most is the patient,
the person who needs my care.

Indeed!

And I feel that, going forward,

I can give the best of myself to them

in a place that is controlled and orderly

and concerned with delivering excellence.

And you don't feel that you can
do that on the district?

Things will improve, I'm sure,
but... not at the present time.

Step.

Step. Step.

Step. Step.

Thank you, gentlemen.

We receive the body

of our sister, Monica Joan,
with confidence in God,

who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead.

♪ Abide with me

♪ Fast falls the eventide

♪ The darkness deepens

♪ Lord, with me abide

♪ When other helpers fail

♪ And comforts flee

♪ Help of the helpless

♪ O, abide with me. ♪

Having brought so many
new lives into the world,

Sister Monica Joan has gone on

to a new eternal existence of her own.

Words about her time on Earth
seem so redundant and so small.

Will we ever see her like again?

I cannot say.

But I can say this.

She was unique.

And yet what we feel as we let
her go is universal.

Because we have lost her.

We have lost her.

And today, as we gather round

the emptiness that she has left behind,

that space becomes not a void,

but a vessel filled with love

for her and from her,

from ourselves and for each other.

We may not know what the future holds,

but we can all say
our lives contained her.

And that binds us for eternity.

Oh!

I've been trying Victoria out,
since this morning.

Oh, I like it.

Yeah!

Perfect.

Brava. Epitome of authority and poise.

Do turn round so I can see the back.

You don't need to see the back,
Mr Scarisbrick,

because the back has nothing at all to do

with what I'm about to tell you.

Well, I'm not expecting
any discussion of my offer,

given your unfortunate family situation.

My unfortunate family situation
actually has had

unexpected repercussions.

My husband now controls Aylward Estates,

and I've been given a seat on the board.

So you're interested in buying
a share of the clinic?

I'm not interested in 40%.

55 would be better.

That way, there's no confusion.

We all know who's in charge.

Is that Nurse Rosalind Robinson?

Because she is looking
at Sister Joyce Hyland!

- You got the job!
- Yes!

Aww!

Ah, there she is!

You all ready for the big event?

I have an uncomfortably full bladder.

But I believe you're all going
to see something quite amazing.

It is quite space-age.

I'm sorry they won't let you in.

Now, what you're about to
witness is a live examination

of the gravid uterus using a method

known as B-mode ultrasonography.

The transducer emits pulses of sound

into the maternal abdomen,

and the returning echoes are converted

into an image in real time.

No radiation, no needles,
and no discomfort.

- Are you ready, Mother?
- Yes, Mr Perry.

I think an exhibition
of photographs and a tea party

is a delightful way
to conclude the old era.

Dr Turner is greatly relieved

that you're staying on
as his district nurse.

I think he was afraid
that you might retire.

Well, I'm already eligible
for my pension, so I could.

- Mm.
- But why would I want to?

I love my work.

To give it up would be like
resigning from myself.

Likewise.

Yeah. But I suppose...

one day, even dear Dr Turner
I won't need us any more.

But when that comes to pass,
I'm inclined to think

you and I might have some new adventures.

Dare I ask what you have in mind?

I thought...

we could set up a detective agency.

I could investigate people
via public records

and you could use your
Advanced Motorists credentials

to trail them.

Or... or... or even give chase!

You're on!

What are we going to call ourselves?

I think we should play on
our spinsterly status, perhaps.

Um...

The Miss Adventures Agency?

- Miss Alliance!
- Oh, yes!

Miss Demeanours!

I've seen cards in phone boxes

from someone called Miss Demeanours!

Pass the Worcester sauce!

♪ When I think
how soon we run out of time

♪ Looking back
at what I've done in my time

♪ My accomplishments are few

♪ But for my days of loving you

♪ If I've never gone too far
in this world

♪ When I might have made my mark
in this world

♪ I had better things to do

♪ I had my days of loving you

♪ Let the others go their way

♪ Seeking more and more

♪ Give me just one yesterday

♪ Filled with love like yours

♪ I have nothing to regret in this life

♪ I've had all there is
to get in this life

♪ Once I lived a dream come true

♪ I had my days of loving you... ♪

There have always been goodbyes

at Nonnatus House,

and there have always been endings.

Year after year,

there have always been
some drawing down of blinds,

some closing of doors,

some waving away of voyagers and exiles.

We have grieved because
there was no love without pain,

and we survived because
the love was always greater.

There will always be another
chapter and more change.

The world is forever evolving

and the winds are sometimes cold.

But it is what we carry safe within us

that will stay the same.

Hope is the pearl inside the oyster,

the seed in its sacred husk,

hidden in the sweet dark earth

until the spring comes.

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