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MATURE JENNIFER WORTH: Some seeds
are more predictable than others.

We plant them and
they send up shoots.

Well done, May.

We water them and then
we watch them grow.

They reward us

with abundance, with
joy, with pleasure,

in the rhythms of life itself.

Go on, then.

Water them and they will flourish.

Nurture them and
they will thrive.

I'll show you!

Warrgh!

Love and light and rain
and air are all they need.

I'll show you.

Take a seat, Mrs Arthur.

Good afternoon, Miss Higgins.

How nice to see you again.

Dr McNulty,
you weren't expected until tomorrow.

Well, my train got
in at two o'clock,

and Tuesday clinics
being what they are,

I thought an extra pair of hands
might not go amiss.

Well, I don't think Dr
Turner will have time to...

Dr McNulty! Welcome.

Just passing, or is there a
white coat in one of those bags?

MISS HIGGINS: You'll have to move
that luggage.

Yes, Miss Higgins.

Hmm.

I'm pleased to report
a very healthy mother.

Won't be long now.

I think you might even
go into labour this week.

Oh, good.
Cos I want it to be Thursday.

It was my dad's birthday...

..and his dad's, and...

..I just got my heart
set on this one coming

on the 12th of August too.

Can you do something?

I've heard you sometimes give
people castor oil to bring it on.

Only if they're very overdue,

and according to your
records, you're not.

Well, I'd like a second
opinion, please.

I'd like to see Nurse Dyer.

Nurse Dyer may be a
relative, Maureen,

but she's also a
professional midwife

and she won't tell you
anything different.

Hmm.

CHILDREN SHOUT

- Oh, goodness, what a lovely welcome!
- Hello, you two.

May's a bit worried
that you'd got lost.

Oh, dear,
I'm sorry we're a little late.

- Look what we've got for pudding.
- Ah!

- Raspberry ripple!
- BOTH: Yeah!

I'd better get it in the
fridge before it melts.

- Thank you for baby-sitting.
- There were a few telephone calls.

One of them was from the
Hong Kong Adoption Project.

Oh, that's good.
What did they say?

They just asked you to
telephone them back.

It's too late now.
I'll do it tomorrow.

Might be the date for May's
adoption hearing.

We are delighted to have you
with us again, Dr McNulty.

We've even broken out the lemon
barley water in your honour.

I hope you'll be comfortable
enough upstairs.

I'm sorry it's the attic room.

The attic room is perfect, Sister.

Thank you for having me
at such short notice.

The lodgings I'd secured turned out
to be earmarked for demolition

in a couple of weeks.

Rather a common occurrence
in Poplar these days.

But not here,
you'll be relieved to know.

We shall probably still
be here in the year 2000!

LAUGHTER

SISTER JULIENNE: No, we won't.

Neither will Nonnatus House.

At some point in the next year,
we will be forced out,

and the building knocked down.

How long have you known about this?

Since January.

I had decided not
to break the news

until I had received
firm notice of the date.

Having heard nothing, I...

..I see no point in keeping
it a secret any longer.

However, I appreciate
Sister Hilda's... efforts.

I can only plead my vow
of obedience.

Shall we say grace?

I've been thinking about Angela.

I know we were going to
wait until she was older

to talk to her about
being adopted, but...

when everything's had
to be so open with May,

it doesn't seem fair that one of them
has more information than the other.

No, it doesn't.

I think we should talk to her soon.

Do you think she'll understand?

She's such a happy little thing.

It would be awful to upset her.

She's seen what the word
"adoption" means for May.

That she's loved.
That we'll always be her family.

And you know how they
like to be the same.

Hmm.

It's all well and
good for the Sisters

they've got the
motherhouse to go to.

But this is our home.

Cream Line Toffees
from a grateful patient!

I think we'd best tuck in.

Other lodgings won't
be easy to come by,

even if we could
afford the rent,

which we can't if
we're all out of work.

TRIXIE: Perhaps the Sisters will
just move and carry on.

They moved here when the old
Nonnatus was knocked down,

and things continued
much the same...

..apart from maybe a few more rats.

And a few less babies!

The Pill's winning every
popularity contest going,

and the council's putting as
much money into family planning

as it is midwifery.

What if they stop
supporting the Order?

Then the Order can't
afford to carry on.

At least we'll be in the same boat
as everyone else round here.

Everyone's up to their
eyes in rubble, and

nobody knows what
the future holds.

Just going to have to carry on.

My dad used to enter
the horticultural show

every summer bank holiday.

He always thought he was
going to win something.

Never, ever did.

Bit like Fred, really.

You know, we should go
along if it's a nice day.

There's always a lot
of good home bakes.

- Hey, I bet Cyril would like it.
- I expect he would.

But he'll probably be busy.

Well, all the more reason for
us to arrange a nice day out.

Hmm!

- Ready for blastoff?
- Yes, sir.

Mrs Hamid and young Master
Rizwan to Dr Turner, please.

- Come along.
- Mr Prentice?

- Yep.
- You're with Dr McNulty.

Hello, Mr Prentice, I'm...

Cor blimey!

It's like policemen, innit?

Just kidding. Come on, son,
you show me where to go.

- BOTH: Dad!
- Watch the road!

Hello, monsters!

HE GROWLS

Come on. Come on.

All right, love?

I thought you were in
Limehouse today?

Church in Limehouse next.

You want me to put in a good word
about your due date while I'm there?

If you like. I think my plan's got
a better chance of working.

Castor oil.

- Oh, you're so cheeky.
- I know. It's why you love me.

Come here.

Get off! Dad's got work. Come on.

Go on, you two.
Look after your mum.

Come on. Let's go. Come on.

- Look after her.
- They will.

Can you get on the
pavement, please?

PHONE RINGS

- Turner residence.
- It's Miss Williams.

Oh, hello, Miss Williams.
I was just about to call you.

- Do we have a hearing date?
- There's been a slight complication.

Oh. What sort of complication?

I don't want to worry you
unduly, Mrs Turner,

as it probably won't
affect things long term,

but a woman has
contacted the office

who seems to have quite a credible
claim to being May's mother.

What?

We were told that person became
deceased more than two years ago.

As were we all, but it would
appear that she's alive and well.

Apparently her drug
addiction is now behind her

and she's working as an amah,

caring for the children
of a British Forces family.

They're here in
London on furlough.

Miss Tang.

Miss Tang, could you wait in the
corridor for a moment?

- She's with you now?
- Sorry, yes.

She's back again today.

Look, I really don't think she
means to disrupt the adoption,

but she has asked to meet you
and your husband, and...

..she would like to
see her daughter.

Mrs Turner, are you still there?

FRED: Oh, no!
HE TUTS

Hold this, son.

Cancelled?!

HE SIGHS

Come on, son. Let's sort
this out.

Oh, Patrick. Thank goodness.

I'm so sorry I wasn't here.

- Have you heard anything else?
- No.

She said it won't
affect the adoption,

but if there's been a mistake,
I don't see how it can't.

All the children on the project
were supposed to be orphans.

I can't bear the
thought of losing her.

- I know.
- Come here.

The East End's always had such
a great tradition of gardening,

and now so much of it's been built
over, I just...

You know, well, I mean,

I just thought it was important
to try and keep it going.

I don't disagree, love,

but if you're going to have a
horticultural show,

then you've got to have
some horticulture to go in it.

You could have exhibition gardens.

That's a good idea, Reggie...

..but a bit too ambitious.

I'm sorry, Fred, love, but...

SHE CLEARS THROAT
..this time it really is up to you.

Ugh!

Oh! That's horrible.

Do you want a fag to
put away the taste?

No. Water.

So... how long does it take, then?

You know, to work?
Dunno. Why? You excited?

Of course. Zzzt!

Another little Bryant.
Be lovely.

Yeah. And it's going to be
tomorrow, Charlie. I can feel it.

I always hated that Dad
never got to see the kids,

and this one coming on
his birthday -

it'll be like a
connection, won't it?

A special family thing
right back to Grandad.

Yeah.

Love you.

You too.

- SHE GROANS
- What?

- Has it happened?
- No.

Pregnancy wind.

Sorry, love.

Right.

Ah! That was Maureen
Bryant's husband.

She seems to be getting her wish.

Waters broke this
morning at 6.20.

Righto.

Seems very convenient.

You don't suppose she dosed up
on castor oil herself, do you?

Well, if she has, she'll be
discovering the consequences.

THEY LAUGH

No.

Hello. Where's your mum?

Over there.

Oi.

Come on.

Oh, my God. I think my baby's
going to be born in that privy.

No, it won't. You're about 30
minutes between contractions.

You've got ages yet.

I didn't think castor oil
was going to do this!

Well, what else was it going to do?
It's castor oil!

Will the baby be all right?

Yeah. Course it will.

Oh, I just really,
really want it to be today.

I know.

The Glorious Twelfth.

Thing is, Mo, your baby's
going to do what it feels like.

And your dad would be
proud of you whatever.

On behalf of the Order,
I cannot tell you

how sorry I am that
this has happened.

However the original
mistake was made,

your family would never
have been involved

were it not for our actions.

Involvement isn't something we
regret, Sister Julienne.

Poor May. This is going to be
incredibly confusing for her.

We haven't told her yet.

We thought it best to
find out a little more

about Miss Tang and her
intentions first.

I think that's wise.

It may be that Miss Tang wants
nothing more than reassurance

that May is well and happy.

Hello there, Mr Buckle.

Oh, hello, Sister.

Goodness, everything all right?
You look a bit glum.

You ever felt like you've bitten off
more than you can chew, Sister?

Oh, quite frequently.

I usually find that spreading the
load around a bit is the answer.

I'm sure we can find you
some volunteers.

Don't worry!

HE SIGHS

I'm ready for the ward
round if you are, Sister.

Yes. Just coming, Doctor.

Is that aspirin? Are you unwell?

No, no, nothing to worry about.

Dr McNulty.

This is sputum. And yet I found it
in the box for blood samples,

which would cause a great deal
of confusion at the laboratory.

I'm sorry, Miss Higgins,
it won't happen again.

Very well, but if Dr Turner
is to leave you unsupervised,

you must be au fait
with the systems.

Don't worry.
Her bark's worse than her bite.

I'm not sure she
realises I'm an adult.

It'll get better, I promise.

FRED: It's not that I've got no
entries, it's just that,

well, I ain't got many,
and I've only got three weeks.

Don't be despondent, Mr Buckle.
Inspiration will descend.

TRIXIE: Well, I can certainly
provide some floral decorations.

My godmother will be delighted

if my Constance Spry training
comes in useful at last!

You can teach us, Trixie,
and we can all have a go.

Mmm.

What we need is something
that will really grab attention.

Make people want to be part of it.

Like exhibition gardens.

The Chelsea Flower Show.

- I saw it in a magazine.
- What do you mean, Reggie?

Different gardens for
different people.

Hang on. Maybe we could do
something like that with the Cubs.

Get them involved.
Have a campfire party.

The boys are always in the market
for a good feed and a singsong!

And I'm sure Miss Nadine's
dance school could do something.

Maybe country dancing, and I can
make 'em some peasant dresses?

Country dancing in
an English garden!

You're a genius, Reggie.

Oh, thank you so much.

Oh, I feel so much better already.

And the best is yet to come.

St Raymond Nonnatus.

Sorry, Sister?

Well,
as you are aware Mr Buckle,

St Raymond Nonnatus
is the patron saint of midwives,

and his feast day is the
day after bank holiday.

We could make a
magnificent garden

for St Raymond Nonnatus
in celebration!

It will elicit blessings
on the whole event.

That's a wonderful idea, Sister.

And I shall create it myself.

Mmm.

Hmm.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Come in.

Mr Bryant again. I think she's
definitely ready for us this time.

Oh, third baby?
She might just do it, hmm?

MO GROANS
You're doing so well.

SHE STRAINS
Fantastic work.

Yeah, that's the stuff.

You've got it.

Ooh!

MO WAILS

SHE GROANS
Don't worry, my darling.

Baby's on its way.

What time is it?
Are we going to make it?

Can you pant for me, Mo?

SHE PANTS STEADILY

That's it. Good.

Just keep breathing, precious.
You are so nearly there.

You can do this, Mo. One more now.
Slowly, slowly.

SHE STRAINS

That's it, Maureen.
Head's on its way.

One for me now.

SHE STRAINS
Well done, Mo.

Baby's head's in my hand.

Just keep it gentle. All right?

SHE STRAINS

Well done, Mo.
BABY CRIES

Congratulations, Maureen.

You have a lovely baby boy.

Oh, can I see him?

Yeah.

Lovely boy.

Oh!

Hello, sweetheart.

Oh, look how tiny you are.

I thought you were going to be a
right little bruiser after all that!

He is absolutely beautiful.
And do you know what?

You did it, Mo! You did it, girl!

Born the same day as your
dad and your grandad!

You are not supposed to be in here
yet, Charlie Bryant.

Sorry, Val. I mean, Nurse.

Seeing as you are...

..do you want to come
and meet your son?

Yes!

Oooh!
HE CHUCKLES

He's absolutely perfect.

I would be more than happy to help
you organise this garden, Sister.

It does seem rather a large
undertaking for one person alone.

But I am not alone, Sister.

Never fear.

St Raymond and I have the
situation well in hand.

- You're up early.
- So are you.

I'm a bit nervous.

So am I,
and I'm not even meeting her.

I wish nobody was!

Oh, Tim...

It must be awful for her too.

I know. I thought you chose
photographs last night.

I did. But I'm not sure
they're the right ones.

I want to reassure Miss
Tang that May is happy.

But if she looks too
happy, is that insensitive?

No-one else's family seems
to be this complicated.

I like that we're complicated.

Pleased to meet you.

Please sit down.

Miss Tang is now using an English
Christian name, aren't you, dear?

Esther.

I've explained that we were
all under the impression

that she had passed away.

I nearly did.

I did not live a good
life for many years.

But it is different now.

How is my...?

How is May?

She's absolutely
lovely, Miss Tang.

I have some photographs...

..if you would like to see.

So big!

So pretty.

She looks like you.

- She go to school?
- Yes.

She likes counting,
and she's learning to read.

She looks very happy in
the photographs, doesn't she?

Yes.

This is... They're very nice.

No, please. We brought them for you.

Thank you. This is very kind.

But I would also like to see
her not in picture.

Please... can I see my daughter?

Well, what we have to do today

is decide just what is
in May's best interests.

But she will miss me. A daughter
must want to see her mother.

Please. I am only in
England for a few weeks.

This could be the last
chance I ever have.

He hasn't got the
hang of feeding yet.

Not like my other
two greedy monsters.

I'm sure he will,
but we'll keep an eye on it.

And if he struggles,
we can always try a bottle to top him up.

He seems a contented little
chap, anyway.

Yeah. Yes.

Warren's lovely, isn't he?

SHELAGH: She was nice, wasn't she?

Yes. Very.

Do you think we did the right thing?
Agreeing?

I don't doubt for a moment

that we've done the
right thing by Esther.

I just hope it's also
the right thing by May.

These are the papers of consent.

You need to sign them to agree
to May's adoption by the Turners...

..like we talked about
the other day.

So that May will have
the security of a...

...permanent family and home.

I cannot read them.

Well, if you like,
I could go through them with you now?

I must go back to work.

DOOR OPENS

SLURRED: The Hanging Gardens
of Babylon... via Poplar.

Fred Buckle!

Have you been drinking?

Only in the line of duty, ma'am.

We had quite a few signed
up in the Black Sail. Hm?

But Reggie is a genius.

Well, we knew that!

- We went up to the new flats, didn't we?
- Oh yeah.

Yeah. And guess what?

It's a hotbed of competition!

We had loads of entries

for our as-of-today, brand-new,
horticultural categories -

Best Hanging Basket, Best Window Box,

and Best Horticultural
Use Of A Flat Balcony.

And me and him is going to build
the Hanging Gardens of Babylon

to show it all off!

Well, I am impressed!

Very impressed.

Well done, you two.

Thanks, Mum.

WOMAN GROANS

A hot water bottle in August?

What's wrong?

Sister, I know it's
the Great Silence

and you're not supposed to speak,

but you're clearly in pain.

Please will you tell me what it is?

I can't.

You're a man.

I'm a doctor.
SHE GROANS

Is it period pain?

I feel... really stupid.

Other women have to go through
the same thing every month.

Sister Frances, you're a midwife.

You know dysmenorrhoea
isn't the same for everyone.

It can be absolutely debilitating.

I'm scared I'm going to make a
mistake that affects a patient.

I know you've taken aspirin.
Have you tried anything else?

Paracetamol. That didn't
work either.

What's that?

Pethidine. A very, very small dose.

I think you should take one.

Just to get you over the worst.

DOOR CLOSES
LUCILLE: Midwife calling!

Mrs Bryant,
what are you doing out of bed?

He ain't right, Nurse.

Something ain't right.

He ain't hardly feeding.
And today he seems... floppy.

He ain't right, Nurse.

Can I take him?

Come on, Warren, precious.

Maureen...

..why don't you go back to bed
and take Warren with you?

I'm going to ask Dr Turner
to come and check him over.

MAUREEN: See, that ain't
normal, is it?

It's all right, Maureen.
Doctor will find out what's wrong.

We'll need an ambulance
with an incubator.

Yes, Doctor.

What was that? What is it?

Mrs Bryant,
I don't want to alarm you,

but I would like Warren to be
admitted to hospital for examination.

Why? What's wrong?

I'd like them to look
at a couple of things.

There's a cloudiness in his eyes,

which could mean that his
vision is less than perfect.

Oh, no.

Do you see this
blueish colour here?

And on his fingertips and his toes?

I'm afraid it may signify some sort
of problem with Warren's heart.

Oh, my God!
SHE SOBS

Now, Mrs Bryant,

we are going to get him into
hospital as quickly as possible.

- Mm...
- They have experts in paediatric medicine.

Warren is going to be
in very good hands.

BABY CRIES

CHILD: Esther!

MONITOR BEEPING

DOOR OPENS

CHARLIE: Mo!

Have they told you anything?
Can we see him?

They won't let us in.

Charlie, they think it's his heart.

SHE SOBS

No, nothing. Three completely
healthy pregnancies.

Has something happened?

Baby Warren Bryant has been
admitted to St Cuthbert's

with a suspected heart defect and
possible further complications.

What?

But he-he seemed...

I...

We checked his heart. It was normal.

I know. Yesterday too.

We can't find any clues
in Maureen's notes and,

Kevin checked at the surgery, and
she's hardly been to the doctor all year.

Well, I saw her there.

We'd had that ding-dong, remember?

And it was when I saw her at
the surgery that we made amends.

But I think it was the kids
poorly, not her.

Yes, that's right.

She was worried that they'd got
diphtheria, but it turned out...

It turned out to be German measles.

Rubella?

HE RINGS DOORBELL

56,000 people! How on earth
are they going to hear at the back?

What must it be like to have
56,000 women screaming at you?

A bad day at a Tuesday
clinic, I should imagine.

LAUGHTER
Good morning, Doctor.

Morning.

I've had some bad news from
St Cuthbert's, I'm afraid.

Warren?

The specialist has found
significant congenital deformities.

The left side of his heart
hasn't developed properly.

But his heart sounded
normal when we examined him.

It would have.

It's only after a couple of days,
when the ductus arteriosus closes,

that the heart fails. Neither of you
missed anything at all.

Poor little boy.

I'm afraid he's also blind,

and there is a high
likelihood of brain damage.

All of this would
be consistent with a

diagnosis of congenital
rubella syndrome.

Mother was exposed to rubella
in the first trimester.

Poor Mo.

What's the prognosis, Doctor?

Not good.

Little Warren will live for
a matter of weeks at most.

I'm on my way to see the family now

and I wondered if I could take
Nurse Anderson with me.

Nurse Anderson?

Thank you.

Oh...

We want him home, Doctor.

If they can't make him better...

..what's he doing there?

What's the point?

If he's here, with his
family, where he's loved...

..it might make a difference.

Maybe there's a chance
he'll be all right.

You do hear them stories
sometimes, Doctor.

Mr and Mrs Bryant,

I'm sure that so long as
we're careful about contagion,

I can arrange for Warren to
be discharged into your care.

We'd be more than willing to
support you,

and I don't doubt for a moment

that Warren's quality of life
will be the better for it.

But it won't change the prognosis.

I'm afraid he isn't
going to get better.

You don't know that!

I'm so very sorry, Mrs Bryant.

I'm afraid I do.

I didn't even know I
had German measles!

I wasn't poorly like the kids!

Symptoms can be very mild.

Not for Warren!

No.

You know what I was
thinking yesterday?

That it was the castor oil.

That it was my fault because I made
such a fuss about his birthday.

Love...

Maureen, precious,
none of this was anybody's fault.

When can we get him
home, Doctor?

If our boy ain't got long,
this is where he should be.

He's got the best mum in the world
waiting to look after him.

I'll call the hospital.

What's she doing? Can you see?

I really don't know.
CLATTERING

You know, sometimes she replants

the weeds that I dig out
of the vegetable patch.

The club will have my guts for
garters if our exhibition garden

is full of dandelions and nettles.
CLATTERING

Can I help you there with
anything, Sister?

No, thank you, Mr Buckle.

I have everything I need.

He's so lovely, ain't he?

Yeah.

I'm scared to go to sleep.

Me too.

I keep on thinking about
all the plans we had.

All the things he's going to miss.

I know, love.

I know.

But...

..this is his life...

..here, right now. And...

..we've got to make the most of it.

Someone appears to have
been taking midwifery

supplies without
signing for them.

Well, it certainly wasn't me!

Or me.

Hm. I have my suspicions.

Eight soft yarn blankets,
freshly laundered.

And don't bother
denying it Sister,

because I can see them sticking
out from under your pillows.

What of it?

They are the property
of the Health Authority!

But I require them.

Whatever for?

They are necessary in the
celebration of St Raymond Nonnatus,

whose devotion to expectant
mothers and midwives

far exceeds that of
the Health Authority -

by seven centuries!

Oh, for goodness' sake!

Just don't get any holes in them!

Shall we go and say hello?

Look, May.

Do you see who this is?

May.

SHE SPEAKS IN CANTONESE

Oh, it's all right, May.

She's just a little shy today.

May...
SHE SPEAKS IN CANTONESE

It's all right, May.

Sweetheart, it's all right.
There's nothing to be frightened of.

SHE SPEAKS IN CANTONESE

I'm sorry.
This is too much for her today.

We have to go.

May!

I'm sorry, Miss Tang.

You turned my child against me!

He doesn't manage to eat much.

I wish I could help him.

Maybe he could comfort-suck.

Like this.

It doesn't give him any
food, of course, but...

..I think it's nice for him.

Come and see what Warren's
doing, you two!

Come on, Maxine.

Aww, Max. It's all right.

Look, I feel sad too sometimes.

But look...

..this is making Warren happy.

So, I think we should be happy too.

We've got to show him how much
fun it is to be a Bryant, eh?

I hid the water pistols
under the kitchen sink.

Why don't you give your
sister a good soaking?

Yeah! MAUREEN CHUCKLES

That's better.

Ain't it?

CHILDREN GIGGLE

CAR HORN BEEPS

- What's going on?
- Shut up!

- Just backing out.
- You're blocking the road.

HORN BEEPS

Is she sleeping?

I don't want to do this
again, Shelagh.

We can't put her though it.

No. I know.

I'm very sorry for Esther, and her
past, but we can't change it.

HORN BEEPS
Our priority has to be May.

You're right.
HORNS BEEP

Nurse Phyllis, why are you walking?
Where's your car?

It was in need of
emergency attention.

I've gone over it
twice, Nurse Crane,

and I can't find any reason for
the noise you're describing,

the one you call the clickety
ticking sort of sound.

How very perplexing.

Nevertheless, thank you
for your prompt attention.

Might I furnish you with some tea?

Ah, Sister Monica
Joan brought me some.

It's gone cold.

SHE POURS TEA AWAY

There was never any clickety
ticking sort of sound, was there?

I had to go along with
what Nurse Crane said,

especially if it gave me a
chance of bumping into you.

Cyril, you can bump into me
whenever you like!

Whenever you've got the time.
But... you don't have time.

No. Because I'm always working.
Like you're always working.

We've both got jobs to do, Lucille.

Is that the only
reason why you're here?

Because you've got a job to do?

Lucille,
I'm trying to make a life,

a whole life,
from almost nothing.

I work, and I study.

I save money, and I pray.

And I pay for all of that whilst
having to wait for the things I want.

Meaning what?

- Meaning you.
- Me?

Well,
there's no point in you waiting

if I'm not going to wait for you.

Tea for two!

And I found some shortbread
fingers going begging.

You should have saved yourself
the trouble. Cyril's busy!

Oh...

He's a handsome chap,
isn't he, Dr McNulty?

He certainly is.

DOOR CLOSES
Excuse me, Doctor.

I'd better go, little man. Them
windows won't clean themselves.

It must be hard to tear
yourself away.

Well, you don't know.

You don't know how things'll
be when you come back.

Do you know, Doctor? Can you tell?

I can tell...

..that he is very well cared for.

I can tell that he's
stable for the moment.

I wouldn't expect that to
change immediately,

but I'm afraid I can't
give you any guarantees.

Now, you know you can call on me
at any time?

Thank you.

Thank you.

I think we should do it.

DOOR OPENS
So do I.

DOOR CLOSES

We want to hold a gathering for him.

Just small.

The other two kids
always have parties.

That's a lovely idea.

HE SIGHS
Well done.

You learn to keep that
sigh in over time.

Does it get easier?

It gets easier to hide.

Usually.

But not if somebody's
going to lose a child.

No.

Sorry to arrive unannounced.

Is there somewhere
we can talk privately?

Girls, why don't you give
the sunflowers some water?

BOTH: Yay!

Just tell me.

Esther has refused to
sign the consent papers.

She wants to take May
back to Hong Kong.

Has Esther given you any indication
as to how she could support May?

None. But she is absolutely
determined to take her back.

And she won't meet us or discuss it.

We know that Esther is May's mother.

And if we thought she was truly
in a position to care for her...

..it would... break our hearts,

but we would accept it.

But this?

When I think of what May could
face, I feel sick.

Physically sick.

My dear Shelagh...

Sister, you said before that you
wished you could help.

But she trusted the
Order once before.

Perhaps she'd talk to you.

Last one!
SHE WINDS CAMERA FILM ON

Everyone together!
Come on in, Mum.

SHUTTER CLICKS

Lovely.

Come on.

Oh... Hello, Nurse.

How much was the film?

I'll give you some... coins.

Thanks.

Right...

Thank you for meeting me, Miss Tang.

I won't change my mind.

Very well.

SHE PATS BENCH

They made my child afraid of me.

Miss Tang, that's not the case.

May is frightened
because she's confused.

Again and again she's been
wrenched from everything she knows.

Always completely
without her control.

And now she faces it once more.

- A child should be with her mother.
- I agree...

..if the mother is able to care for
her, keep her safe.

I have a job looking after
English children.

They love me. They run to me before
they go to their own parents.

I know how to keep a child safe.

I do not doubt it for one
moment, Miss Tang.

But what will happen to that job

once your employers know that you
have a child of your own?

There will be no job.

And what will you do then?

You think she's better off
here with your friends,

forgetting about her
mother, her language,

forgetting that she's Chinese.

But other people won't forget.

She will grow older and other
people will look at her.

And then they will
treat her the same way

like how you people
always treated mine!

Miss Tang...

Esther,
there is no ideal situation here.

But the worst, the very worst,

is if May ends up
back in an orphanage.

Can you be sure that won't happen?

If I sign the paper,

how can she know I love her?!

How can I sign the paper
to give my child away?

Ruby and George tried
to put up their den.

It was windy...

Out for the count, eh?

Yeah.

Right. Come on.

No, leave him.

It's nice.

Yeah, but there's hardly any room!

Come on.
It's nice to be all together.

All right, come on.

Night-night, little one.

It was a lovely day, wasn't it?

Yeah.

SHE GASPS

HE SOBS

TRIXIE: Perhaps Phyllis
can set the Cubs on Cyril

with their sizzling sticks.

I don't want to talk about it.

Fair enough, lass.

What do we think? This'll be all
right for country dancing, won't it?

Definitely.

Jolly good.

DOOR OPENS
Good morning, Sister.

Are you feeling better?

Oh, yes. Yes, thank you.

I know you give May a good home.

I know you love her.

And I expect she loves you too.

But if I cannot take her...

..I am content for you
to be her... foster parents.

But I will not sign the paper.

Miss Tang...

- She should not be brought here!
- Miss Tang.

Dr and Mrs Turner could pursue May's
adoption through the court in this country,

and the decision would most
likely go in their favour.

I know.

But I'm asking you
not to do this!

May needs security.

And she needs a legal next
of kin in this country.

What if she had an accident?

We might not be allowed to see her

or make decisions
about her treatment.

This is true.

The Hong Kong Adoption Project cannot
be a child's guardian long term.

Then be her guardian
in this country.

But not her parents.

I've got a bit of a
free evening tonight.

I can help you with anything
for the show, if you like.

No, no, you're all right, love.

I do believe...

..we're ready.

Well, these have survived rather
better than I thought they might.

We've all survived.

More or less.

We have. We're here, May's here.

All our children are here,
and blooming.

Not everyone can say that.

And even if it can't
be this way for ever,

we have to make the most of it now.

We do. And we will.

We can do anything
together, can't we?

CHILDREN: Mummy! Daddy!

Watch the sunflowers!

Come on. Let's go and wake up Tim!

ALL LAUGH

ALL EXCLAIM

Trifle, anyone?
LAUGHTER

Anybody who wants to put anything
else in the van, come now.

Last chance.

Mr Bryant!

Hello.

We got the pictures back.

They're really good.

Anyway...

..this one's for you.

Oh...

Thank you so much.

Thanks.

Oh...

- I am so sorry, Lucille.
- I overreacted.

No, you didn't. You were
clearly upset.

I should have been here supporting
you, and not working on another car.

I'm proud of you for
helping our community.

There are more important things.

Anyway...

You are coming to the show?

Wild horses wouldn't stop me.

BOTH LAUGH

Ah!

♪ The grand old Duke of York
He had 10,000 men

♪ He marched them up
to the top of the hill

♪ And he marched them
down again... ♪

You did it, love!
It's all beautiful!

Oh...

Thanks, love.

Well... almost all.

Perhaps our Sister intended it as a
place of peaceful contemplation.

Sister Monica Joan, I have offered
to help on numerous occasions.

This is supposed to be a garden!

Where are the flowers?

The flowers of St Raymond

are the most beautiful
flowers of the day!

ALL LAUGH

MATURE JENNIFER WORTH:
Flowers take many forms.

Each one has its story,

and its roots.

Each one unfurls

from its bulb or its kernel,

revealing itself and all
its promise as it will.

Each is entirely
precious and unique.

SHUTTER CLICKS

Each is the best, and the only.

Each will linger in the mind.

Each will teach us
what it is to love.

To be torn,

to nurture,

and let go.

CAR DOOR OPENS

ENGINE STARTS

Not every garden
blooms as we expected.

Despite our care,
not every child can thrive.

Tears take the place of rain

and the sunshine fails us.

But the buds, however
delicate, were perfect.

They were real,

and their fleeting scent
will live forever on the air.

Have you ever looked after
someone like me, Nurse?

Do you mean blind?

A baby needs proper care, Marion.

I'm its mother.

You're not going to send me
home, are you?

Yvonne! Where's my wife?

- Get that baby up for adoption,
for its own safety. -No!

It's my gran.
I'm so worried about her, Lucille.

SISTER JULIENNE: The welfare
of the baby is paramount.

If we have any doubt,
we must express it.

Synced and corrected by Pindiu