All language subtitles for Call The Midwife - 04x02 - Episode 2.RiVER + TLA (720p) .Enlish.edit

Spring is not the
gentlest of seasons.

It is as though too much
has been waiting to happen,

too much suppressed, packed
down beneath the earth

or pinned above the sky.

Green shoots grow sharp and
the clouds are unforgiving.

Ah!

Spring can be brutal,
breaking open secrets.

Dragging into light
those things unseen

and giving voice to words unsaid.

Stop the bus!

Don't let it drive away!
I have Terence's sandwiches!

Mrs Bissette, you
shouldn't be running!

I always meet the 12.18.
Terence is the driver!

You think I wouldn't have waited?

It's public transport, Terence,
not your own private bus,

~ you can't make the people late.
~ You go home, girl, and put your feet up.

Tomorrow, I'll buy myself a pie.

You can tell me, you know...

what the hospital said
about your diagnosis.

Of course, and tell the whole of
the Number 5 bus while I'm about it.

Little boy for Doreen Gibbs.
It was quite an afternoon.

She refused to lie down
for the second stage

and gave birth kneeling
on the bedside rug.

Then there was no coal for the fire.

I had to bring the placenta back
to put in our incinerator.

Oh, dear! No gardeners in the family?

Erm... a Miss Beatrix Franklin
is wanted on the telephone!

It's Claridge's calling about
your engagement party.

I just want to get some ideas.

Dettol, please, Barbara.

The Woman's Realm might
be a riveting read,

but it certainly isn't absorbent.

Fibroids!

Nothing more.

Inconvenient, but not in any
way a threat to life or limb.

They're of the opinion
that I need a hysterectomy.

~ That's a major operation.
~ I've said no.

~ But, Sister, you've been so unwell.
~ I'd be putting myself out of action!

A full fortnight as an in-patient
and then four to six weeks recovery.

We will manage, I assure you.

~ How?
~ We've had word that the board
are sending a new midwife.

~ You never said.
~ It's only just been confirmed.

I've been asking for help ever
since Nurse Miller went to the
Mother House as a postulant

~ and they've finally obliged,
which is really very timely.
~ Oh.

In which case, I will
get myself seen to...

and arrange for it all to be
done down near Chichester.

No need for any great fanfare.

It's just an old pocket in some
apron that I'll never use.

Absolutely.

Hmm!

~ Would you like some to take home?
~ Ah, thank you.

Hello, Mrs Hutchins. Does she look better this
morning? Let's have a look in those eyes.

~ Where did you get it from?
~ It belonged to Mr Hereward's grandmother.

You mean, it's second-hand?

Where are we up to
with the urine tests?

All done, all clear, all logged.

Apart from Mrs Pisner's, which
arrived in a condensed-milk tin.

I've sent her off to try and
squeeze out another sample.

I'm starting to think
people around here

don't understand about
antique jewellery.

We'd recommend you buy two
dozen nappies to begin with,

along with two lidded buckets for
soaking and a deep pan for boiling.

Do they have to be boiled?

I just bought a twin-tub
washing machine

and I'm worried it
won't get hot enough.

Washing machine? Get you!

I put my government maternity
grant towards it.

Well, we all get the same, don't we?

Yes. And some of us get brand-new
council flats to boot, but not all.

I think a washing machine is a
very wise purchase, Mrs Bissette.

You cannot launder woollens
using electrical apparatus!

The fibres will become disordered

and the very essence
of the garment lost.

I reckon knitted stuff's old-fashioned,

I want my baby modern.

I want my baby warm.

I swear, I haven't had warm feet
since I came to this country.

Well, I reckon I could do with
a pair of those bootees meself.

I'll show you those china
catalogues later, Patsy.

News certainly travels, I was
given free bananas when I cut
through Chrisp Street market.

Well, there'll be no free bananas
at the St Blaise Hotel,

but there is a wonderful canape
menu and only a guinea a head.

~ A guinea a head?
~ It was three guineas at Claridge's!

It's going to be glorious. I've
got 63 people on the guest list.

Do we know 63 people?

I mean, apart from
parishioners and patients?

It would be a sorry state
of affairs if we didn't.

We're mature people, Tom,
not teenage sweethearts.

Well, I feel like a teenage
sweetheart when I look at you.

Pack! Pack! Pack!

Lads! Now, this is Nurse Mount,

starting next week she's
going to be your new Akela.

Do you want them in a horseshoe
or two straight lines?

~ I'm afraid the protocol
isn't entirely clear.
~ Horseshoe.

If this is supposed
to be a horseshoe,

the poor horse has very strange feet.

Well done, lads. Now, tonight we're going
to be practising fire-lighting technique

for the display at
the district jamboree.

~ Now, Bruce, have you got the flints?
~ Yep.

~ Larry, have you got the
sticks and the string?
~ Yep.

Righty-O, let's show Nurse
Mount how it's done!

You're still here, then?

I'm not even due for three
weeks... and well you know it.

No! When I can't get out of a chair
on my own, I will tell you.

You are magnificent, woman.

Come here.

The baby wants to dance.

You wouldn't be so keen if
she was dancing inside of you.

See, calypso baby.

She knows where she come from.

This baby is going to be a Londoner.

I'm just going to make
sure she has warm feet.

Come on.

Remember, boys, no getting
your bandages wet.

And tell your mothers you're to
come to Nonnatus tomorrow for
me to reapply the burns cream.

Night, lads.

Really, Fred, it wasn't
your finest hour.

I hope this is a safe place to park.

I don't want any footballs
through my windscreen.

Phyllis Crane, SRN,
SCM. I am expected.

Oh, of course. Hello.

Hmm.

When I was in training, we were
always taught to say good morning,
good afternoon or good evening.

"Hello" would not
have been permitted.

Unless we were talking
to Americans, perhaps.

Lancashire hotpot!

Do you know, I could quite
fancy a portion of this.

After you, of course.

I shall content myself with bread
and butter and some greens.

I'm vegetarian.

To whom should I give my petrol
receipts for reimbursement?

I'll see to all of that.

And, of course, I'll make sure that
you're supplied with a new uniform,

then everyone will
know you're one of us.

I'm sure the gesture is kindly meant,

but as this is a temporary appointment,

I'd prefer to remain
in my own clothes.

Is that cabbage in that tureen?

Very well, ladies, I'm demob
happy this afternoon,

so there's nothing too
arduous on your lists.

Nurse Gilbert, you're on
the district roster with me,

~ haemorrhoids or insulin take your pick?
~ May I do the insulin rounds?

~ All yours.
~ Excuse me, do you think that's wise?

Insulin injections are routine,

she should be spending her time on
midwifery, extending her experience.

We don't mix our district
and midwifery rosters,

we find it limits the
risk of cross-infection.

Proper hygiene limits the
risk of cross-infection.

I'd be interested to see
your sterilising protocols.

~ And I'd be delighted
to take you through them.
~ Thank you.

I've worked in very varied
establishments over the past few years,

I try to absorb the best
aspects of each practice

and take them forward with me.

For example, log books are becoming
increasingly outmoded.

I'm of the opinion you
ought to get a Rolodex.

A Rolodex?

It's the thin edge of the wedge.

If Nurse Crane doesn't approve of the way
we run this ship, we will end up sinking.

Nurse Crane is highly experienced,

she's used to taking on quite senior
positions, however temporary,

perhaps we can learn from
her in your absence.

Learn what? How to cobble
a rag-bag of ideas together

to come in temporarily and turn
everything upside down forever?

No! She'll be the one
with things to learn.

Oh, I've seen her sort,

they never display an ounce of
compassion or... or kindness or...

Nonnatus House. Sister
Julienne speaking.

Oh, Reverend Mother.

It's Mother Jesu Emmanuel calling
from the Mother House.

Oh. Very well.

You remember what I've said.

Oh.

~ Hello.
~ I refer you to our earlier conversation.

Sorry, good evening.

I asked that handyman to demarcate
the bedside and dressing tables

to head off any contention
at the pass.

A nice strip of insulating tape
down the middle of each of them.

One side apiece.

And then I had to change into
my nightie in front of her!

~ What did she do?
~ Well, just carried on reading
her Journal Of Nursing.

There's a glass of water by the bed,

I'm scared she's going
to put her teeth in it.

Trixie does that every
night and I survive.

You can top up my Scotch
by way of an apology.

Meanwhile, we bought some
Tizer... especially for you.

So... a mystery benefactor.

There's no mystery involved.

He approached Mother Jesu Emmanuel

and asked to meet with...
some sisters from the order.

Oh, that's nice.

If the meeting goes well,
he'll arrange a legacy,

which may in due course

help us continue our work with
the people that need us.

Good morning! The early
bird catches the worm,

~ which means Nurse...
~ Nurse Mount, Mrs Tucker's husband called.

She's of the view that things are
on the move and as it's her fourth,
we'd be foolish not to heed her.

Nurse Gilbert, you're
back on midwifery,

there are three delivery packs to be
dropped off and a home inspection.

I beg your pardon. Sister Julienne
led me to believe the morning lists
would be my responsibility.

And they will be, as and when
I commence my sick leave.

~ Aren't you leaving for
the Mother House today?
~ No, I'm not, my operation is postponed.

I'm turning into quite the gadabout.

Buses here, there and everywhere.

Yes.

Although you can't help but
wonder why this benefactor

wants to help and give
money to the East End

when he lives right on
the other side of London?

When I first joined the order the
Postulant Mistress used to say...

.."When a prayer is answered,
don't send a question back."

It's very smart. I think
that's a Rolls-Royce.

Or maybe a Bentley.

I don't think they have a
statue on the bonnet though.

Hello. I'm Anthony.

~ You must be Sister Julienne.
~ Hello.

It's terribly good of you to
come at such short notice.

There was no reason to delay,

especially after such a... kind
approach from Mr Newgarden.

You and Dad are old pals,
in a manner of speaking.

~ Really?
~ Our families were friendly

when our fathers were posted
to Aden with the army.

~ We were very small.
~ I see.

I should take you through.

You may find he tires very easily, though
he does a bit better now he has the oxygen.

~ Is Mr Newgarden unwell?
~ He's had heart trouble for a while

and now it's failing.

That's why he's making his will.

Come on in.

I'm longer in the tooth than
I was when I saw you last.

But I don't bite.

How many years has it been?

I think... not quite 30.

Oh, please.

Your blood pressure's a tiny
bit higher than I'd like.

You aren't feeling dizzy
or unusually tired?

No, just too heavy
to move around much.

But I reckon baby's starting
to feel the same way.

~ What makes you say that?
~ She's been a dancer since the
first day I felt her moving.

Feet tapping, knees jerking.

You could almost feel her
fingers click in time.

But now she gone quiet, like
she danced herself to sleep.

She's probably a bit too comfy.

If you have a nice big
drink of cold water,

you might find she gets
her tap shoes on again.

You have a beautiful home
and a lovely garden too -

what I can see of it
out of the window.

We lived rather more
modestly than this

until the National Health came along
and changed the... the world.

You tell her.

Mr Newgarden was an
optician by training

who became a spectacle manufacture.

Once the government made glasses
freely available to all who needed
them, business became very brisk.

~ Oh, I can imagine.
~ Quite.

And now it's time for me
to share my good fortune.

~ Biscuit?
~ Lovely.

~ There are none.
~ Kitchen's at the bottom of
the long passage, turn left.

In fact, tell the housekeeper I
rather fancy some cinnamon toast.

Cinnamon toast it is.

Your wish is my command.

What a relentlessly
good-natured young woman.

There are times when
I'm very glad of it.

Are you glad of it today?

Yes... and no.

You haven't changed.

You know that's not true.

You're still the pale, sweet
girl with the wave in her fringe

who stood me up outside
the Palais Cinema in 1932.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

I still haven't seen Charlie
Chaplin in City Lights,

and by all accounts it's
a bloody masterpiece.

I should have done more than write.

You deserved more than a
letter sent after the event.

I treasured that letter!

Did...did you...keep a souvenir?

It wouldn't have been encouraged
in the religious life.

I saw the way it was going, you know.

I saw faith growing in you like...

like some flower whose
name I'd never know.

I didn't ask it to.

There were times...
I didn't even want it.

You came to a decision, Louise,

and I respected that.

It wasn't a decision, I was called
to do something and I did.

Please don't call me Louise.

What a nice lady your housekeeper is.

She says she hasn't
any cinnamon toast,

but if you sit tight, she'll
rustle up some drop scones.

Mr Newgarden's very tired,

I think we should take our leave
and let him have his tea at leisure.

The scones won't be long, she's
already mixing the batter.

Sorry.

Don't be.

Sister Julienne!

My father says you haven't discussed
the matter of his legacy.

No.

But he is tired and very unwell and
I cannot take anything from him,

least of all what strength
and energy he has.

~ But, Sister...
~ You must go inside and sit with him.

You need each other...

not the company of strangers.

How long has it been now?

A little while.

Every other time I see a midwife,

her heart is beating like a drum!

Every other day, she's kicking
up her heels like Fred Astaire!

~ Please don't cry.
~ Something isn't right, nurse!

I need to see a doctor.

What you need is peace of mind.

I'm going to telephone the surgery.

'Fire, Police and Ambulance.
Which service do you require?'

I can't get through to the
doctor, I need an ambulance.

Thank you.

~ Is that your bike?
~ Oh.

I'm quite sure it will
be fine till we get back.

It's a shame there's someone
in the front seat.

You don't get so much of a view.

Excuse me? I came in with Mrs
Bissette... the West Indian lady.

Oh, yes. We had no trouble
locating the foetal heartbeat,

but her BP's still raised so she's
been admitted for bed rest.

She's worried her husband
won't know where she is.

~ I'll tell him.
~ You're quite the guardian angel,

haven't you got anything else to do?

Oh, I love my teddy so much!

Your bicycle was brought back...

by a black man.

And you're wanted in the dining room.

We thought he'd run
you over with his bus!

And what's more, you're not a member
of the public. Dialling 999!

Sister Evangelina's right, unless
a woman is in active labour,

a doctor is always consulted
before transfer to hospital.

If I may interject, that
is not a universal rule.

~ Pass the sausage rolls please, Nurse Crane.
~ Gladly.

And you needn't pass
them back my way,

the smell of minced pork
is almost overwhelming.

I suspect a phrenologist would
make much of your physiognomy.

Your organ of alimentiveness
is unusually pronounced,

which frequently results in
derangements of the appetites.

Hmm.

Your pinard technique
was probably at fault.

After tea, you're to come
to the clinical room with me

and I shall remind you
of the proper method.

After tea, you are to go to the
clinical room with Nurse Franklin

and she will remind you of the rules!

~ You smell different.
~ They made me have a bath.

I said, "I had one last night!
I got hot running water at home!"

~ But there's no arguing in this place.
~ There's no arguing at home either,

~ now they locked you up in here.
~ No jokes. I'm not in a joking mood.

Keep smiling, girl, it's
good for the baby.

Visiting time is over! All
visitors must now leave!

I am relieved you've returned
from your excursion.

I've just seen a rat in the bathroom.

A whole one or just some droppings?

There was a dropping, singular,
under the cork-topped stool.

~ The culprit was gnawing the soap.
~ Your soap?
~ No!

It was Camay, I only use Palmolive.

These premises are
not fit for purpose!

Oh, and I have a petrol receipt

with a record of the mileage
I undertook today.

Back into bed, please, Mrs Bissette.

~ I was going to the bathroom.
~ You're a lady of leisure
while you're in here.

Bed rest equals bed pans.

~ Bed pans?
~ I'll fetch you one in a few minutes.

Excuse me! Do you have
permission to be up here?

Yes, I do. Patient attempted a
termination and needs to be questioned.

They said it might still be alive!

How the hell can it still be alive?!

Patient should not be here.
This is an ante-natal ward!

I'm not answering no
questions. I'm not!

I've not done nothing wrong!

Wheel her into this side room while
I fetch sister. You can wait out here.

And, you, go back to bed!

What's happened? What's happened?!

Abigail?! Shh! Shh!

Hmm. Your blood pressure's
still slightly raised.

I don't want to go
back to the hospital.

~ And I don't want her running through
the street in her nightdress again.
~ No, neither do I.

You were booked in for
a hospital delivery.

What happened?

It was clean, it was efficient,

it was everything I wanted
it to be... apart from safe.

The London is excellent.

I can promise you, neither you
nor your baby were in any danger.

It didn't feel like that.
I didn't feel safe.

Where do you feel safe?

Here... in my home.

I offered her a bed in the maternity
home but she wouldn't hear of it.

She's saying that she wants
to give birth at home.

If that's where she feels comfortable
that's what she must do.

Home delivery for Mrs Bissette. I'll
put it straight in the Rolodex.

No need, I'll adjust the log book. You
can put her on this morning's list.

It really does look
wonderfully efficient.

Meanwhile, what about the
patient's hypertension?

I'm hopeful it might resolve.

It could just be the stress
of an unsettling situation.

I hope you're taking note
of this, Nurse Gilbert.

Come along, old thing,
whistle a happy tune.

I make too many mistakes, Patsy.

Every day, I feel as
though I'm failing.

Barbara, that's balderdash.

Nursing isn't easy,

that's why there are
rules and systems -

things we can hide in and behind.

Sometimes one simply has to dust
off one's brave face and crack on.

~ Do you ever do that?
~ Has been known.

I saw some shocking things
while I was on male surgical.

Quite frankly, they're
best not dwelt on.

Enter.

Nest of brown rats underneath
the bath, sister.

Couple of dead ones had
foam on their whiskers.

I thought they were rabid until
Nurse Crane filled me in.

Well, they're evidently hungry.

Perhaps you should put some
poison down mixed with food.

Arsenic on a bit of Cheddar,
no sooner said than done.

~ Well, that's that, then.
~ I only wish it was.

I went up in the loft
to check for nests

and I could see daylight
through the roof tiles.

All the lead's been
robbed off the roof.

Which presumably explains
the leak on the landing.

Not half! One more storm, we'll
be washed away like Jonah.

♪ I love you with all my heart

♪ Only you do I adore

Excellent!

♪ And to know... ♪

Arcadia. Anthony Newgarden speaking?

This is Sister Julienne.

♪ Only makes me love you more

♪ All I ask... ♪

Pack! Pack! Pack!

Thank you, pack. That was
very efficiently done.

Now, tonight, we're very
lucky to have with us a lady

who's going to help us with our
display for the district jamboree.

Can any of you tell me which
uniform Nurse Busby is wearing?

~ Dog warden.
~ No!

Nurse Busby works at The London
Hospital during the day

and in the evenings she's a volunteer
with the St John Ambulance Brigade.

So that means I know all about first aid
and what to do in the event of accidents.

And, tonight, I'm going
to teach you about burns.

We're meant to be doing
lighting fires.

Both things are connected...
as you will see.

The name of our new display is
When Lighting Fires Goes Wrong.

Look, another fond relation asking
if we've chosen a china pattern.

I really don't think it is too soon
to go to Selfridge's to pick one.

Do have a look at Melrose, it's
got the prettiest gilded trim.

Well, is it terribly expensive? I just
think we should think about other people.

Tom, I spend every waking hour thinking
about other people and so do you!

In fact, I strongly suspect we both
think about other people in our sleep.

No-one's going to begrudge
us a few plates.

Are you sure it'll be all right?

Waltzing into a convent after dark

with two haddock, chips
and marrowfat peas?

Well, we can't possibly eat in the
street, we're wearing our uniforms.

I just think that if we don't
arrange for a professional
photographer, we will regret it.

This is a whole new chapter in our
lives and it's a very important one.

Trixie, when you said yes to me,
you made me the happiest man alive.

But I asked you to be my wife, not
some sort of professional fiance.

I want to be married to you, I'm just
not that interested in being engaged!

Well, I find that rather unfortunate, given
we've certain formalities to observe.

Trixie, please, don't
bring up the party.

If you move on from the dinner
service and the announcement and
the photographer to the party,

I'm going to have to leave!

We need to talk about the canapes,
Tom, and whether we're going to
have sherry or champagne.

~ And if we want sherry, whether
we're going to order sweet or dry.
~ Ah, enough!

~ Oh, dear. Do I hear someone stomping off?
~ It doesn't bode well, does it?

Do you suppose we'll go to hell?

Sitting eating our supper
in the house of God?

Well, it's less of a crime
than eating in the street.

Morning.

~ Why have you put Nurse Gilbert up first?
~ Nurse Franklin delivered a baby
at two O'clock this morning.

Meanwhile, Nurse Gilbert has
had her full eight hours.

And I should know, I had to nudge her
out of bed with my slipper this morning.

Is that true?

Mark my words, the next
time that phone goes

it's going to be young Myra
Wiggins at Quebec Street.

I was out to her at midnight. Enema,
shave and chloral hydrate.

She's only 16 and she will
need an experienced hand.

If you're anticipating problems,

she should be booked in at the
hospital or the maternity home.

First summons of the day.

~ And is it Myra Wiggins?
~ No, it's Abigail Bissette.

So... go on.

You go with her.

Couldn't have been easier to find.

Can I stay here? You won't
make me go to the hospital?

I won't... and nor
will Nurse Gilbert.

Doctor might breeze by
just to check you over,

but, look, I'm unpacking all our kit,
so he'll know we've made our minds up.

Come on, children, treasure
hunt in the garden.

I wouldn't have come if I'd realised
it was someone's birthday.

I have two daughters, a son
and eight grandchildren,

it's always someone's birthday.

I still feel as though I'm intruding.

~ It's a family affair.
~ You're a family friend.

We exchanged a Christmas
card each year.

Through Muriel.

You must miss her very much.

There are times when it seems
she hasn't really gone.

You know, I see her in
my daughters' faces.

Anthony's too sometimes.

It was yours... I couldn't picture.

Until you came last week.

I shouldn't have left in such haste,

it was impolite after such
a generous invitation.

It wasn't a generous invitation...
it was a selfish one.

I... I could've just
written out a cheque.

Like I wrote out a cheque for the Masonic
orphanage... and the village hall fund.

But I wanted to see you.

I wanted to see you.

That's it, Abigail!

That's it!

Is the head born yet?

Almost!

You've been an absolute
trooper, you really have.

Head's coming.

Head's coming.

~ Head's born!
~ Just take a breather, Abigail.

Yes! Well done!

Congratulations!

Come along, birthday girl!

It's a girl?

Oh, it's a girl?

Patsy...!

~ Get the clamps, nurse?
~ We need to cut the cord.

Why isn't she crying?

Baby...

Baby must've been very poorly
in the womb, Abigail.

She hasn't been able
to breathe for us...

cos I think her heart stopped
beating several days ago.

But we heard it today!

Nurse Gilbert heard it today!

Barbara, look after Abigail.

My baby!

Come here.

My baby!

No!

Is that my little dancer?

Boy or girl? Don't tease me now.

It was a little girl.

I'm so sorry!

I need you to telephone
Nonnatus House.

Tell them we've had a child that...

wasn't born living.

I need a more senior midwife
to attend and the doctor too.

I have mislaid the
rhythms of Morpheus.

I am sentenced to pace the passages,

my nights punctuated by a
bell that does not call me.

It's called me... and I wish
to high heaven it hadn't.

You are perturbed.

You strive to hide it,
but you do not succeed...

This pain won't last, Abigail.

~ It won't last, I promise you.
~ It won't stop!

I thought it would stop!

~
~ May I come in?
~ Yes.

She's in acute pain, Doctor.

I'm concerned the placenta
may be trapped in the cervix.

I need to examine her.

Oh!

What are you doing downstairs?
It's nearly midnight!

I am invoking our patron, desirous
of His aid and consolation.

Nurse Crane has the
practicalities in hand.

What practicalities? What's happened?

Undiagnosed twins.

Did you hear that, Abigail?

You have another baby.

~ What?!
~ The reason you felt a change
of movement in the womb

was because your first
little one passed away,

but the second was still
alive and genuinely kicking.

~ How long before it comes?
~ Already on its way.

Get out a fresh set of kit.

Use the ones in my bag.

And then we'll need some hot water.

~ I can't do it again!
~ Oh, yes, you can.

Because we're going
to do this together.

Hear that? Nobody argues
with Nurse Mount.

This woman can do anything, Doctor.

She's the strongest, bravest
mother I've ever seen.

Is the doctor through there?

You poor kid!

First things first.

Don't hurt the baby.

You can hurt me, but
don't hurt the baby!

Abigail, I'm not going to do anything at all
unless you're too tired to keep on pushing.

We're here to help. That's all.

You can trust us. You're safe.

Has another midwife just arrived?

She said her name was Nurse Crane.

Oh, that's all you need, her galumphing
about in her great size nines.

I'll send you out a cup of tea.

~ Oh.
~ This is for you.

It's been well sugared and
I want you to drink it all.

There's been some... developments.

That's the ticket! That's it!

That's it! See, you
don't need my help.

Hear that?

Do you hear that?!

Isn't that a beautiful sound?

A little boy.

~ Is he all right?
~ Very much so.

Please.

I expected one child and
I have one child in my arms.

And another over there.

I want to be glad, but...
I don't know how.

Let him hold your finger.

Let him know you're here.

Come along, Nurse Gilbert.

We've got a new mother
to take care of.

And a baby... when
these men let it go.

I'll go through and assist Nurse
Mount, if you're agreeable.

It's never easy, is it?

No.

But we can show them how it's done.

Hello, Sister.

Shall I make a cup of tea?

I saw the notes.

Get the directory and find out which
Undertaker's on call for stillborns.

This poor little thing
needs a resting place.

Delia...

Delia...

Pats?

I've only ever seen it once.

In training.

I had to take charge.

~ I had to pretend.
~ Pretend what, Pats?

That I was in control.

I couldn't let them see.

Oh, tell me, sweetheart.

Tell me what happened...

What time is it?

~ Early enough.
~ No-one'll see me leave.

No-one'll see anything at all.

You seek to depart for
your surgery unnoticed.

But you cannot outwit me.

I might have known that
was too much to hope for.

God speed, Sister.
There and back again.

Nonnatus House, Sister
Julienne speaking.

My father wants to take
you to the pictures.

~ The pictures?
~ 'The cinema. The flicks.'

On the strict understanding that
you don't stand him up again.

We could make it a matinee,
if that would be persuasive?

Morning, Abigail. We've just
come to do your routine checks.

You'll have twice daily visits
from us for the rest of this week.

Do you have a name
for Baby yet, Abigail?

Terence Junior.

He hasn't slept. We haven't slept.
It's like he's crying for two.

And Abigail crying for us all.

Father!>

Come in.

Oh, you mustn't tire yourself.

It's a relief to be standing up,
as opposed to being stood up.

Now, Anthony put a cushion
on it, because...

Thank you.

.. last time I was intending to take
you to the best seats in the house.

There are also choc-ices
in the refrigerator,

because I was intending to purchase
your favourite refreshments.

I was intending all sorts of things.

~ I'm sorry.
~ Don't be.

You found a different happiness,
you know, and so did I.

Yes.

Louise...

it hasn't hurt you to see
the road not travelled?

No. It hasn't.

Who's to say that we would have found
so much together as we did apart?

Who, indeed?

When I go, how do you
want to hear the news?

I'm not sure I want to
hear the news at all.

~ I could send Anthony.
~ No.

The old-fashioned way will suffice.

Just a letter.

I feel afraid to love the baby I have

and guilty I didn't know
the other was in trouble.

How can I be a mother and not know
how many babies I was carrying?

Abigail, I can't answer that.

But neither can I sit here
and not say the thing

that I believe most deeply.

Which is, that God knew.

Does God know how I will tell
this one about his sister?

How I will say what she looked like?

Who she might have been?

I didn't even see her.

Did you see her, Terence?

I saw her foot. It looked so cold.

The Church doesn't have
a single ritual for this.

A stillborn baby can't
have a religious funeral,

it can't have a grave of its
own. There's just nothing.

~ There is prayer.
~ Private prayer.

These parents need more than that.

More than their baby being
buried in a public plot,

tucked in a stranger's coffin.

Sorry, Sister. There's
a letter for you here.

They need something
to call their own.

Something to make a memory
that they can file away.

I agree.

After all, what is love, if
it cannot be acknowledged?

Who could I turn to, if not you?

Who would console me, if not you?

You don't need me to console you.

The words are in here and you
know them in your heart as I do.

The money he left us, will restore
the building to such good order

our clinical certificate will
be renewed without question.

We can carry on serving
the people who need us.

Do you not believe that it was meant?

That the chance you didn't
take was intended all along?

I don't know.

And I don't know how
to not know any more.

I have so often had
to be the wise one.

It's in here, Sister.

Just as much for me as it is for you.

"What? Do you wish to know your
Lord's meaning in this thing?

"Know it well,

"love was his meaning."

Now, Sister Monica Joan's going to
help you by finishing this bootee

and you and I are going to unpick
where this one's gone wrong

and you can knit the
last few rows again.

I was a different woman when
I started making these.

I seem to recall it was
Mr Coleridge who opined,

"A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive."

Well, he hit the nail on
the head there, didn't he?

Then, I'm going to help you
concentrate on casting off.

The Church doesn't
have a baptismal rite

for babies who die without
drawing breath.

But, in my view, we don't need one.

In the book of Isaiah, there is a
beautiful verse in which God says,

"I have called you by your
name, you are mine."

But Terence and Abigail will think
of their little girl often,

and if they are as wise and as
loving as I believe them to be...

.. they will speak of her too.

And for that reason
she will need a name

and the name they have
chosen is April,

after the month in which
she came to us and left.

Her parents have brought something
very special with them today.

Thank you.

One of these shoes will
be taken to the undertaker

who is looking after April.

It will be placed on her foot

as an emblem of the love
that goes with her.

The other...

.. will remain with Terence Junior...

.. as a reminder of the twin he lost.

When you're ready, Abigail.

And may the Lord bless you
both and keep you both.

And May the Lord make his
face to shine upon you.

I'm happy to take it. I've already
spoken to the undertaker.

Let me go.

I've spent too much time looking
at you and seeing my fiance.

Today, I looked at you
and saw the man I love.

And I don't need a
party in a grand hotel

to tell the world how
wonderful you are.

I've a funny feeling that
the world already knows.

MUSIC: Hello, Young
Lovers by Keely Smith

♪ Hello, young lovers

♪ Whoever you are

♪ I hope your troubles are few

♪ All my good wishes
Go with you tonight

♪ I've been in love like you

♪ Be brave, young lovers

♪ And follow your star

♪ Be brave and faithful and true

♪ All my good wishes
Go with you tonight... ♪

Tea's ready.

It's true then? You are
staying on permanently?

I will see how you all do.

♪ Be brave, young lovers
And follow your star

♪ Be brave and faithful and true... ♪

'Not every love is given voice.

'Not every flower comes to bloom,

'and their folded petals
must be frozen in the green.

'Others unfurl and flourish,

'turning their faces to
a light they do not doubt.

'Questions are best asked silently

'and sometimes, not at all.'

~ How do you stay so clean in here?
~ He don't do nuffin', that's how!

Organising the Rose Queen? It's been
part of Poplar for generations.

You'll do all right, you
know. Keep it simple, son.

Life don't get any better.

Oh, lads!

You treat us like animals and I'm starting
to believe I'm no better than one.

I don't want him near my garage.

I'm starting to wonder if
I imagined Delores McEvoy.

I can't find her anywhere.

Fogged or not, this place is not
suitable for a new mother and baby.

♪ I've had a love of my own

♪ I've had a love
of my own like yours

♪ I've had a love of my own. ♪