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♪ I see the stars

♪ I hear the... ♪

Most of life's
pleasures must be earned.

They come our way
because we work for them,

because we dare to strive,
have faith and play the game.

♪ Sings my soul

♪ My Saviour God to Thee... ♪

There are rules of engagement
and there are rewards.

There is endeavour, there is
effort, there is hope.

But can any joy surpass
the thrill of winning?

The sudden leaping up, the smash

of happiness as truth dawns,

when we know in an instant
that victory is ours?

Our trials
and our tests are all forgotten,

as is the notion that
there may be more to come.

With respect, Mrs Turner,

if these pupil midwives are to
derive maximum benefit from their

time with us, we must prioritise
their practical work at all times!

I don't disagree!

But they're also going to have
to sit some extremely stiff

written examinations
at the end of this year,

and we need to timetable
their study sessions!

Hospital training
records for all new students,

with Miss Higgins' compliments.

I don't know why
they were sent there!

I imagine because the covering
letter is in fact addressed

to me as the scheme's co-ordinator.

She needs a desk lamp
and an alarm clock.

Who does?

Pupil Midwife Corrigan - the one
who's going to be living in.

I'll use my initiative

and go and look in
the charity cupboard.

Baines...

All just wait before
you start eating, now.

Pastor Robinson has
had some exciting news,

and he's too modest and too
retiring to share it himself!

Lord be praised, this young man,
this upstanding young man,

has passed his latest civil
engineering exam to such

a standard of excellence

that he's been awarded
a prize of 25 guineas!

Yes, hallelujah!

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!

I couldn't have done it
without a place to study,

a place to pray,
a home and a church to call my own.

Praise God!

Thank you, Mrs Wallace,
and to all of you.

Well done!

We have had the best Sunday morning
since we've opened, Vi!

Everyone wants to read
up on the World Cup

and that's going to carry on now
we're in the quarterfinals.

Some people buy two papers.

Am I too late?

I've got my Michael coming home
and I need to get his treats in.

Oh, come on through, Rita.

It's a joy, isn't it, when they fly
back to the nest for a visit?

We've got our Reggie with us
at the moment.

Oh! Oh, hello!

I'll have a quarter of pineapple
chunks, a quarter of pear drops,

The Hotspur, The Beano
and The Dandy, please, Fred.

Hotspur, Beano and Dandy,
Reggie, jump to it!

Well, at least Michael hasn't
lost his taste for the simple

things now that
he's living up west.

He sent me a new photo this week,
of him in his uniform.

He's got more gold braid on him
than General Montgomery!

He's still officially a bell boy.

They've just given him
ever such a big pay rise.

And his manager says the sky's the
limit for him in the hotel trade.

Come along, Anne, dear.

We don't want you
late on your first day.

Tomorrow's my first day!
I'm actually 16 hours early.

Can we please just ring on the bell,
go inside,

have tea and hand her over?

Anne is one of our great success
stories, Sister Julienne.

She's been living at our Ealing
branch house

while she's been doing her nurse's
training and her part one midwifery.

But she first came to us at Cork
after her mother passed away.

How old were you, then,
Nurse Corrigan?

I was seven, Sister.

She was brought up in our orphanage
and she attended our convent school.

We've been on quite the journey
together, haven't we, Anne?

Yes, Sister Philomena.

Of course, when Anne arrived, we
were still in our traditional garb.

Whereas now, we feel exceedingly
approachable and, dare I say,

rather with it!

Have you not entertained modernising
your own habits, Sister Julienne?

Yes, we have, as it so happens.

And upon reflection,
we considered it unnecessary.

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Would it be possible to speak
with Nurse Franklin?

This is Nurse Franklin speaking.

Oh. Good.

This is Matthew Aylward.

You cared for my...

...my late wife, Fiona,
when she gave birth to our son.

How are you, Mr Aylward?
And how's baby Jonathan?

He's actually thriving.

On my mother's advice,

I hired the same nanny that she
had for me when I was born. And...

Well, things appear to be running
on oiled wheels in that department.

I'm so pleased.

He's a splendid fellow,
he really is.

I kept rather
putting off the christening.

But we're going to have him done
in a couple of weeks' time on a Saturday. And...

...my mother and I wondered,
would you like to come?

Oh, I'd consider it to be an honour!

Your wife was a lovely,
lovely woman, Mr Aylward.

Thank you.

Do please join us on his big day.

I'll put an invitation
in the post to you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

It is lovely having you home, son.

It's lovely being home.

I don't care if the Parthenon's
the best hotel in London.

It's not a patch on this.

If I leave these shoes
outside my bedroom door tonight,

will you clean them?

I'll have you know I'm renowned for
the shine I can bring up on black leather!

Perks of having
an undertaker for a dad.

You're sitting ever
so awkwardly, Michael.

Have you hurt your back?

Yeah, it's lumping all
that luggage up and down.

Well, you have a good rest
while you're here.

I've never taken
part in a sweepstake, Sister Hilda.

Is it actually gambling? No, no, no!

It's simply a little bit of fun relating
to the World Cup, Nurse Anderson.

Fun! F-U-N.

I'll sign up.
We might as well be in the swim.

Am I late? Have I missed grace?

Oh, we don't say grace till
Sister Julienne sits down.

I think she's on the phone.

Nurse Corrigan, may I introduce
Nurse Anderson, Nurse Franklin

and, of course, Nurse Crane,

who keeps us all on
the straight and narrow?

Do you never use each other's
Christian names?

Of course we do. I'm Trixie.

And I'm Lucille.

Oh, that's grand -
makes you sound French!

I like out-of-the-ordinary names.
I'm Anne when I'm filling out forms,

but everyone in real life
calls me Nancy.

Like Nancy Sinatra.

Nancy Sinatra, as in
These Boots Are Made For Walking?

Yes!

I wear a lot of boots,
so it sort of fits.

Thank you for your patience, ladies.

You may sit down, Nurse Corrigan.

We don't stand on too much
ceremony at Nonnatus House.

This one's no good at all, Fred.

My feet can scarcely
reach the pedals.

Shall I see
if I can lower the saddle?

Either that, or I'll have to put
blocks on the pedals.

Nurse Crane and Sister Frances have
been assigned to the district

roster for the next two weeks.

Oh, Nurse Franklin, I've given you
Nancy Corrigan today.

Meanwhile, Mrs Turner
is charged with

Pupil Midwife Georgette Baines,
Nurse Anderson is with

Alison Hopkiss, and Sister Hilda's
paired with Janice Cowan.

What's going to happen when I go
away on my refresher course?

From tomorrow onwards,

the pupils' bags will be
their own responsibility.

But we can't be having them
in here this morning,

not knowing which way is up and all
underfoot like a lot of puppies.

- Good morning!
- We're all to sign that register,

sit down and await
our instructions for the day.

Are you the one that's living in?

For my sins.

And, Jesus, am I glad to have
some reinforcements!

Your dad rang the hotel and said you're
not well enough to go back today.

I've got to go back.

They've got every room booked out
cos of the World Cup.

Michael, I can feel the
heat coming off you from here!

Argh!

I'm ringing the doctor.

Everybody say babies!

Babies!

Ladies, we have lift-off!

♪ Now, I'm gonna try and find a
girl

♪ Who will make me feel so good

♪ And when I do I'll sing this song

♪ And I know I'll love her like I
should... ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la... ♪

♪ La, la, la, la... ♪

You said the pain
was at the bottom of the spine.

Can you roll on to your front for
me?

I think I may
know what the problem is.

Michael has got something
called a pilonidal cyst -

an ingrowing hair at the very
bottom of his spine has caused

a cyst the size
of a hardboiled egg.

It's not rare,
but it's nasty and badly infected.

I'm sending him to the hospital.

There's a phone here.

My husband's work had it
put in for him

for when people die in the night.

The cyst will need to be drained,
cut out and packed.

A surgeon will need to do it
under general anaesthetic.

You're an absolute model,
Mrs Greaney! It's spot on!

Are you sure?

Ah, don't fret, I may be a student,

but I can read this
thing like I can read a magazine.

Mrs Greaney had pre-eclampsia
with her first baby,

Pupil Midwife Corrigan.

Ah, you never did!
You poor thing, you!

It's on her co-op card.

Seven weeks in St Cuthbert's!
You'd get less for murder!

They did look after me well.

But I want to have this one at home.

You've had a textbook
pregnancy this time.

I think you've made
the right decision.

Babies come out the way
they want to.

It's all a bit swings
and roundabouts, if you ask me.

Hospital's cleaner,
you get more rest.

Home, you're in your own bed but sure,

you have to wash your
own sheets afterwards!

- Do I?
- No!

We have an arrangement
with the council laundry.

I never knew that!
It's one revelation after another!

Beryl Greaney is quite
a nervous patient, Nancy.

I should have read her notes,
shouldn't I?

Yes. But you should have
listened to her.

Let her talk about her fears
and then offered up encouragement.

It was rush, rush,
rush in the hospital.

It's like I only had one switch.

And even now,
I'm stuck on high-speed mode.

Race you to the bike shed!

I popped in at Buckle's
and brought you the papers.

There's a lot of information
about the football.

How long have you been my mum, Mum?

17 years, one month and 11 days.

In which case, you ought to know by
now that I don't follow the footy.

Well, it's not really footy, is it?
It's the World Cup.

I thought it might
take your mind off your problem.

I don't want to
talk about my problem.

I've had the operation now -
they're going to let me out soon.

In the district, urine samples
often arrive in unclean jars.

What can you see here?

Strawberry jam? Or maybe raspberry.

Either way, you aren't going to get
an accurate reading with regard to sugar.

Afternoon, Nurse Anderson.

What are you doing here?
You brought me a sample to analyse?

I brought you good news.

My boss, Mr Andrews,
is closing down the garage.

How is this good news?

He's buying a new one
over in Stepney Green.

And it's three times
the size of his lock-up,

and he's asked if I would
join him as a partner.

He offered you a partnership?

Mm-hm. I'd have to buy my way in.

Is it out of the question?

Not with my prize and my savings,

and if the bank will
advance me a small loan.

My mum sent this.

Oh, I can't test your mother's urine
if she's not here.

I'm going to write you a note
to take back to her.

Let me talk to you later.

And don't forget, as well as general
monitoring, we're looking out

for rapid weight gain, particularly
with our second trimester ladies.

As a potential indication
for pre-eclampsia or polyhydramnios?

That's correct, yes.

Right,
the scales are open for business.

We'll see who's been at
the cream buns this week!

Let's have a squint at your notes.

25 guineas
feels like the most money I ever had

since I was born

because I didn't have to work
till my body ached to get it.

You worked hard enough at
those examinations here.

And if you invest it in the garage,

it might be the beginning
of a different kind of life.

I'd have to borrow
to make up the money I need.

And Lucille,
debt doesn't feel like progress.

Debt doesn't feel like the thing
I came here for.

Come along, Nurse Franklin, wriggle
the old hand round in that bag!

It would appear I'm going
to be supporting Argentina!

Lovely colour scheme for you.
Take a flag.

Sister Monica Joan,
are you going to join us?

I cannot excite myself about cohorts
of men from assorted climes

careering around a field in pursuit
of a bladder filled with air.

They play with leather
footballs nowadays.

Chop, chop! You might win
a tin of Tea Time Assortment.

North Korea.

Hey! Don't forget your flag.

I painted them all by hand.

Last one for you, Nurse Nancy.

- England!
- Yay!

A word, if you please, Nurse
Corrigan, in the telephone room.

I've just taken a telephone
call from Mrs Beryl Greaney, who

is now at term and did not turn up
to her clinic appointment yesterday.

Is she in labour?

Nurse Corrigan and I are
down to do her home delivery.

She is not in labour
and there will be no home delivery.

Subsequent to our most recent visit,
starring Nurse Corrigan, Mrs Greaney

has decided to transfer her care
to St Cuthbert's.

In my opinion,
Beryl Greaney was already wavering.

She specifically said,
"That student made me nervous."

She had complications last time
and she was nervous anyway.

Be that as it may,

the fact remains that, within days
of the pupil midwife starting on

the district, the district has lost
one of its patients to the hospital.

How is that going to look
when the scheme is reviewed?

I'm sorry. I should have
intervened at that visit

when I saw things were
going the wrong way.

If you'd done that,
would I be any the wiser?

I never seem to
learn from just learning.

I always have to
learn from my mistakes.

Well, there's no pus and the
tissue's granulating very nicely.

I shall be calling in daily
to repack the wound

and change the dressing.

Is it going to leave a scar?

It's right at the top
of your buttock cleft,

nobody's going to see it.

Did the hospital give
you your antibiotics?

- Three days' worth.
- You'll need a full course.

I expect the prescription's in here.

Yes, all present and correct,
along with your discharge letter.

I'll take this with me.

I imagine Dr Turner will be
paying you a call.

Pupil Midwife Corrigan's general
examination results were

certainly uneven.

There were two distinctions,

but several where
she barely scraped a pass.

I wonder if that's why
the Roman Catholic sisters felt

she should stay at Nonnatus House -
a stable environment

where she can
concentrate on studying.

They seem more concerned
with her general welfare

and are genuinely fond of her.

I think perhaps it's their way
of not quite letting go.

Meanwhile, Pupil Midwife Baines
has written a most meticulous

report of yesterday's delivery,
and I note Pupil Midwife Hopkiss

has never actually
attended a twin birth.

There's something of a gap
in her experience.

I'll involve
her in the Mrs Watson case.

We brought her into the maternity
home for bed rest yesterday.

Perfect.

I'm sure we can weather the loss of
Beryl Greaney, one way or another.

So, we're in the quarterfinals,
right?

That means England plays Argentina.

If we beat Argentina,
we're in the semifinals

and we play whoever wins
out of Portugal and North Korea.

Who do England play in the final?

We can't think that far ahead.

Time to place your bets, Fred!

All transactions managed with speed

and convenience by your favourite
bookie's runner.

- Lower your voice, Barney.
- Gambling's been legalised.

Yeah, but Violet doesn't approve
of me going into betting shops.

Now, I'm planning an accumulator.

Keep any winnings rolling forward.

My projected bets are
extremely specific.

Reginald, a pencil.

Upon examination, the patient
was found to have extensive

papilloma on the penis
and around the anus.

In other words, genital warts.

Given the fact his anus is affected,

should we surmise that
Michael is homosexual?

Yes, we should.

And he's barely 17.

That's probably why that cyst
got out of hand.

He was too scared to ask for help,
in case

it was linked in some way
to his sexual activities.

Which of course it wasn't,

but he's clearly a young man
with a lot of secrets.

Don't wash my school uniform, Mum!
Just burn it.

I've finished my A Levels
and I've left.

What's this in your trouser pocket?

Book token.

I won it for an essay
I wrote about haemophilia

and the role it
played in the Russian Revolution.

Oh, I'm glad all those
years of reading The Lancet

while you were still in short
trousers weren't wasted!

I really, really want to
get into medical school, Mum.

You've been offered the place - all
you need to do is get the results.

I know.

We're going to have to arrange
some treatment for your other

problem, Michael.

Which other problem?

I had a letter from the hospital,

when you were discharged,
about your genital warts.

Can't you just give me
a prescription?

You've been referred to
the Venereal Disease Clinic.

It could take up to six weeks,
but I could try and speed things up,

if you want.

Thanks.

I don't know what I want.

I know I don't want to be like this.

I don't want to want the things
that attract me and drag me in.

I don't want the pictures
that live in me head,

the things I wake up
having dreamed about.

Why not?

Because I don't want to want men!
It makes me...

...one of them.

There is nothing wrong with
being homosexual, Michael!

It's the way you're wired.

The way you're made.

So why is it against the law?

Why could I end up doing
time if I get caught?

Because the law needs to change.

And if things go as they should,
it will.

Yeah, but I do it for money,
Dr Turner.

That's always going to be a crime.

I'll take these rompers, Violet.

The hand smocking is exquisite.

It's absolutely heart-rending,

the thought of a baby at its
christening without its mother!

I mean, you hardly ever
hear about it happening any more.

And poor Nurse Franklin
was there at the deathbed.

She's going to
be like the skeleton at the feast.

Oh, hello, Beryl!
Still a lady-in-waiting?

I just took the delivery pack
back to Nonnatus House.

I won't be needing all that stuff now
that I'm having it at St Cuthbert's.

That's very thoughtful. Thank you.

It was just my nerves
and that Irish girl.

We quite understand.

It seems to me that

the Parthenon Hotel is little
better than a knocking shop!

If you'll excuse the term.

I asked Michael if he was
forced into sexual situations,

and he said no.

It seems he was offered
certain opportunities

and, in his innocence or ignorance,
or both, or neither, he took them.

There'd be no help from the
police, then, would there?

Involving the police isn't going
to help anyone in any way.

Doctor, I see you're referring Michael Leeks
to the Venereal Disease Clinic?

Yes, I am.

What a very unsavoury
state of affairs!

I will type up the letter myself,
if you prefer.

No, I shall furnish
the forms for gonorrhoea

and syphilis testing, as requested.

What will I do if the blood
and the swabs say I've got a dose?

There are treatments you can have.

But Michael, I'm going
to be frank with you.

Whatever the test results show,
you are putting yourself in grave

danger by selling your body
to God knows who.

I strongly suggest
you leave that hotel,

for the sake of your own safety!

I couldn't disappoint
my mum and dad.

They wanted me
to get out of the East End,

see all the bright lights,

rub shoulders with the blue bloods.
And I am!

When I opened a car door
for Sophia Loren, in their minds,

it was like I'd become Sophia Loren.

They love that I work there.

Only because they don't
know the half of it.

And they never will.

Your mother
and father want the best for you.

Good parents do.

But don't for one minute think
they want you leading a dangerous

life just so they can boast
you're working at the Parthenon.

They think the world of you,
Michael.

They think the world of the boy
they think I am.

And I'm not even a boy any more.

No, lad, you're not.

Cyril?

I brought you a duster and some Windolene
for cleaning that glass fish.

I got a surprise for you.

You never broke the glass fish? It's
Mrs Wallace's favourite ornament!

No.

A radiogram? You can't put
the fish on top of that!

You'll have to move it every time
you open the lid to put a record on!

The fish can go on the mantelpiece!

Look! It plays three speeds
for all types of records.

45rpm, that's for singles, 78rpm
to play the religious music

for the ladies after church, and
33 and a third for you and me when

we're just having a bit of quiet
time in the evenings on our own.

Cyril, where did you get this from?

It was bought.

By me.

With my prize money.

What about the share they
offered you in the garage?

I decided against it.

But I'm still going to
work for Mr Andrews.

But I won a prize for
civil engineering

and I take that as a sign that
I should stick to my planned way.

Not go getting into debt
in order to make money.

I see.

Do you disagree?

There's no point,
if you already make up your mind

and already spend the money.

Pass me that fish.

My arms are going numb.

I once had to hold it for the whole
of the Black And White Minstrels.

The trick is to
think of other things.

Ah, will you look at you, all rigged
out in the Argentine colours?

Thank you, Nancy,
for appreciating the extent to which

I'm engaging with
the spirit of this tournament.

I thought that, if the Sisters
were arranging TV snacks to evoke

the spirit of the tango
and the pampas,

a symbolic ensemble was
the least I could do.

It's corned beef
in little vol-au-vents!

60 minutes played and it's still
level between England and Argentina.

It's a shame, in a way, you're not
going back till after the final.

I imagine the Parthenon will be
awash with dignitaries.

I'm thinking of not
going back at all.

You mean, handing your notice in?
What's brought this on?

You've got prospects there, Michael!
Prospects and people's good opinion!

I'm not going back
because there's things about it...

...that don't suit me.

And I need to get away.

Maybe make a fresh start.

You've not got a girl into trouble,
have you?

If he has, I'm not going to
sanction him going on his toes.

You stay put, stay in work and put
it right with her, whoever she is.

Mum, Dad...

...of all the things I've done wrong,
all the things I'm trying to

get away from, a pregnant
girlfriend is not one of them.

And it's never going to be.

And it's still 0-0 between England

and Argentina after 76 minutes.

Peters.

And it's a goal to Geoff Hurst!

- A header to the bottom-right
corner of the goal. - Oh, no!

And it's 1-0 to England!

What?

No!

No!

No, you're my son!

Yes, I am.

You be careful, lad.

You say something, even once,
you can never take it back.

Foul by Perfumo. And that will be
another free kick to England.

I'm one of them.

- Evening.
- Oh, you run ahead, Reg.

Get yourself in the queue
for the chip van.

Blimey, that match was boring!

I'd have been better off
taking me library book back.

Still, semifinals now, though, eh?
Keep the accumulator rolling over!

Yeah, well, they've given you good odds
on it, but you're sticking your neck out.

I mean, England v Germany
in a World Cup Final?

We shall fight them on the beaches!

And every rolled over
penny on Germany to win.

Well, I reckon they're
the better team.

They'd have had
you in the tower for treason once!

That's between you,
me and the bookie, mate.

You've got it wrong, Michael!
You've got it wrong!

You are not one of those deviants!

They're sick!

And you're not sick!
You're beautiful!

You're beautiful, you're just...

...confused! Dad! Take her away!

Make it stop!

It's such a novel feeling,

knowing all four of them are tucked
up under one roof for a change.

When Tim was away boarding,

it was as though I could never
fully batten down the hatches.

I could never quite say,
"All are safely gathered in"

because I was always imagining him
in that appalling dormitory.

I suppose we have to make
the most of it.

If Tim does get into medical school,

he'll never really
live at home again.

He will get in.

And no, he won't, will he?

I'll be the one imagining him, then.

Swotting all the hours God sends,
dissecting his first corpse.

Oh, he's chosen such
a hard profession.

Did you hear that?
You used the verb "to choose".

Pick, select, prefer, decide.

It's what he wants.

Nursing's just as hard,
in its own way, and you chose that.

Let's hope Angela and May don't
want to go down that route!

It's probably the one thing
that would make me love them

- more than I do already.
- Oh!

Tim will be all right, you know.

I hope so.

Another lovely morning!

Sister Hilda's already
looking up exotic recipes.

Portugal got through to the
semifinal too, and that's her team.

We are not at home
to Mistress Gloat.

I'm sorry about North Korea.

I'd offer to swap, but I had Uruguay
and they got knocked out as well.

There is such
a superfluity of continents,

one becomes almost confused.

We missed you at Lord's
this morning.

My collapse of faith is
now so established,

it has become
the landscape of my life.

There are times when I recall
another country and its uplands.

But they are few
and the distance untraversable.

Are you absolutely sure
he didn't go back to the hotel?

I rang,
but they said they hadn't seen him.

I hope I'm not speaking out of turn,
Nurse.

But were you
aware of his proclivities?

Only in as much as the details
were medically relevant.

We waited ten years for him
and he's our only child.

I keep imagining
the oven in the kitchen

and I keep saying to myself,
"It's only ten paces to the gas."

Please, don't think like that.

What if my son's thinking like that?

Because if he is,
we're the ones to blame!

Rita!

I don't want to put
my head in the oven

because my son's
not the marrying kind.

I want to do it
because I let him down!

A mother is supposed to love
her child, no matter what.

Even if they steal or kill or lie!

Michael's not a criminal, Rita.

That's not what the
law of the land says!

But if I'm his mother,
if I'm worthy of the word mother...

...I have to do better than the law.

I have to do better
than I did last night.

Show her the note.

- Oh, no.
- Read it out to her, then.

Um...

"Mum and Dad.

"You brought me up to be truthful
and honest, and I'm grateful.

"But last night, it backfired.

"I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry for being as I am.

"And I'm sorry for telling you.

"If I can't make
myself into the son you love...

"..remember me as the
son you thought you had

because it was great...

"..and we were so happy."

We rang the hotel and asked them
to forward his things.

It might be all
we ever see of him again.

As Mrs Turner is at the maternity
home with Nurse Hopkiss,

delivering twins,

I will be teaching this
afternoon's class.

We will be concentrating

on common complications
in domiciliary midwifery.

"Postpartum haemorrhage". Now,
if a patient suffered a postpartum

haemorrhage in a home setting,
what would be your first response?

Would it be appropriate to establish
the criterion for haemorrhage

before answering?

A very thoughtful response,
Nurse Cowan.

How do we define a haemorrhage,
Nurse Baines?

The loss of more than 500ml
or 20oz of blood within

six hours of the birth, even if
the patient shows no systemic signs.

Nurse Baines?

Isn't it the effect of blood loss
rather than the amount, that matters?

If a woman is anaemic,

she could become very unwell
with a loss of less than 20oz.

That's correct.

We learn most
when we listen to others.

When you're ready,
I'll need to strip the bed.

- Come on! Come on!
- Charlton shoots.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

England! England! England! England!

England!

England!

- How much will we win?
- Well, nothing yet.

But if the final goes
the right way, £1,000!

Wahey!

Godfrey?

Have you seen this?

"Queer Doctor".

Operator, would you
kindly connect me to

Nonnatus House, Wick Street, Poplar?

The person I wish to speak
with is a Nurse Crane.

Many thanks.

Should a consultation with
Mr Leadmead be required,

you will be informed.

Is it as I thought?

It is very much as you thought.

Lakewood Grange is a private
psychiatric clinic that

specialises in -

and I quote - "the correction
of all phobias and obsessional

"behaviour with particular regard to
sexual disorders and perversion".

We need to collate all this

and give it to Dr Turner.

Well,
at least the tests for syphilis

and gonorrhoea were negative -
a crumb of comfort

in the scheme of things,
if only a very small one.

What sickens me most about
this Leadmead's qualifications is

they're extensive
and perfectly in order!

How can he call himself a doctor,
never mind a psychiatrist,

if these are the methods he uses?

Aversion therapy is one of the most
brutal blunt instruments there is!

If Michael is in that clinic, he's
submitting himself to imprisonment,

torture and abuse in an attempt
to erase his own essential nature!

He can't be cured!

He's going to be maimed.

Patrick, what can you do?

We're so lucky to have
the Nonnatus television.

Sister Julienne is kind.

Get it straight through
up onto the platform

and then everyone
will be able to see.

On a screen this size?

You'll have to tell them
all to bring binoculars.

Thank you for this, Nurse Crane.

Did you collect
the medication from the chemist?

I also have my own Motorist's Atlas,
since you'll be requiring me to navigate.

The television is
the property of Nonnatus -

it is not a community facility!

We are religious Sisters,
we have no property.

Ah, Nurse Corrigan.

If you would be so kind as to
change into your uniform, I have

been obliged to alter the roster and
I need you to stay here, on call.

I can't deliver babies unsupervised!
I'm not qualified.

If a patient in labour telephones,
ring the Institute

and someone will return to accompany
you within five minutes.

She's just got a cob on because
I got England in the sweepstake

and she has to support West Germany!

We can be companions in neglect.

Since Nurse Franklin is also
to be entertained elsewhere.

I'm actually going to a christening,
ill-timed though it might be.

My mind is going to be on much
higher things than the football.

He clearly isn't being
treated on the National Health.

The National Health would
chemically castrate him.

It would be no better.

He just wouldn't have to pay.

Before the match begins, a big round
of applause, please, for our mascots,

May, Angela and Teddy Turner,
who've come dressed as Britannia,

the Jules Rimet Trophy and Willie,
the World Cup lion, respectively!

And may we also have a round
of applause for their clever mum?

I can confirm Michael Leeks is here.

But he entered into
a signed agreement

with Dr Leadmead
when he was admitted.

He's not to see any member
of his family and no friends

until treatment is complete.

I am not a relative
and I am not a social acquaintance.

I am Michael's GP!

And I am a district nurse
responsible for the daily

treatment and dressing
of a significant surgical

wound at the base of his spine.

He should also be under
a stringent antibiotic regime,

without which he runs the risk of
relapse, infection and septicaemia!

May I see his notes,
to put my mind at ease?

His notes are confidential.

Dr Leadmead insists on it.

Whereas an inquest
would be held in public

and reported in the newspapers!

I don't want to end up giving
evidence before the coroner.

And I shouldn't think Dr Leadmead
wants that either.

It's not very often the star

of any show disappears for a
nap in the middle of proceedings!

If everything unfolds
the way it should,

there will be a great many red
letter days in my son's life.

But there will always be an
unseen guest at every party.

Someone we can't quite catch
a glimpse of, cheering him on.

So I say to you, my darling Fiona,
we are an excellent team,

your boy and I.

And somehow we are winning.

To Jonathan.

- To Jonathan.
- To Jonathan.

And to England, of course.

If you would leave us
alone with our patient,

we will provide the care required.

What have you been giving him?
Apomorphine?

Three milligrams, four-hourly,
subcutaneous.

- I'm going to give him the antiemetic.
- It's all right, Michael.

Doctor's going to give you something
to stop this sickness.

Come on, lad.

Get these down you.

They made me look at stuff.

If you would like to
remove this pornography

and bring Mr Leeks his clothes?

Are my mum and dad here?

No, lad.
They're at home, waiting for you.

If that is what you want.

I don't want this.

Oh! Baby's made himself
a little overtired.

Come along, proud father,
pick up your baby and comfort him.

Nanny says he's just as stubborn
as I was when I was a child,

and that when he cries like this,
he just wants attention.

Well, yes, clearly!

Oh, someone definitely
thinks it's playtime!

Nanny won't approve of that.

Nanny doesn't have to.
You're Jonathan's father.

And everything you give him
and want for him

carries twice the weight it
would if Fiona was still here.

I still have the letter
that she wrote for me

the day before she died.

There was so much
she wanted to say to you.

And she said it with so much love.

I haven't opened it yet.

Oh?

It's here.

I wanted her close by,
today of all days.

I keep waiting until I feel brave
enough to hear her voice again.

And the moment just hasn't come.

It will.

And it can wait, like all of the
most important things in life.

Thank you.

I'm afraid my bus beckons
and I must answer the call.

Of course.

There are some very good books
I can recommend,

if you need to read up
on baby management.

Do you know of any
on nanny management?!

I think you'll find it all
comes to the same thing.

Please.

Give us the sandwiches, Beryl,
they might calm our nerves.

Al, I think it's time
for me to go to hospital.

Now?

- Mm. I'm having pains.
- It's halftime.

I'll take you
when the final whistle blows.

...Final be going to extra time?

Hurst passes into the box.

And a goal from Peters
makes it 2-1 to England!

A well-taken goal by Peters.

He controlled it brilliantly
and showed great composure

when it mattered most!

2-1! 2-1! 2-1! 2-1!

Al? Al!

There's only 12 minutes left!

And the pains are
coming every five minutes.

I'm going to go and get a cab.

Only 60 seconds remain.

Can West Germany take us to extra
time with a last-minute equaliser?

Emmerich.

- And Weber scores!
- Yes!

West Germany have equalised.

- In the dying moments of the match...
- Can you believe that?

...Weber has managed
to snatch a last-minute equaliser,

which will surely mean this match
will be taken to extra time!

Awful!

And it's a free kick to England.

Taxi!

There's Bobby Charlton,

looking serious as
extra time kicks off.

Two halves of 15 minutes.

And Germany pile on early pressure.

Schnellinger with the ball.

He can hardly move.

Both teams will have to show great
composure and pace themselves.

We're five minutes into extra time.

Passes to Bobby Charlton.

Could this be a goal for England?

Hits the post!

Holy Mary, mother of God!
Mrs Greaney?

Are there any midwives in?
No offence.

None taken. Let's get you inside.

Hurst - will he score? Yes, he does!

It didn't cross the line!
It bounced back off it!

Oh, sit down!
Whose side are you on, Fred Buckle?

It's a goal!
The crowd are going wild!

The goal is given to England.

Stir your stumps! I'm afraid
you're going to have to move.

I spend the afternoons in repose!

You can repose in the armchair.

It'll feel the same -
you'll just be vertical.

I hear a woman in travail.

I know the intensity of her cry.

I heard it every day of my life,
when I was practising my vocation.

The birth is near!

Would you go to the clinical room

and get my bag
from by the autoclave?

Beryl, you've had a baby before.

I've delivered a baby before.

As a matter of fact, I've
actually delivered several babies,

but right now, we can't be getting
sidetracked by the details.

Beryl, Beryl!

We're so nearly there! I can
see the top of the baby's head.

It's the pain!

- The pain!
- Come on.

We're going to breathe this baby
out! No gas now, just push.

The pain!

Keep it coming, keep it coming!

Keep giving it everything
you've got!

It's like I can only get it so far!

It's got its hand by its face!

Then you must intervene.

You must seek to push back
the appendage

as the mother bears down
and the head advances.

Have you seen this happen?

Child, I've seen everything.

The head's coming! The head's
coming, Beryl! That's it, girl!

That's it!

We have restitution
of the shoulders!

- See what you've done, Beryl?
- See what you've done.

...On the pitch!
They think it's all over!

It is now!

Geoff Hurst
makes it four for England,

to win England the World Cup!

What a moment in English
sporting history!

Three for Hurst...

You're missing the conga line.

Yeah, just catching me breath, Reg.

How much money will you get?

None.

Nothing. Nil. Zero.

Cos I was stupid enough
to think I could be clever.

It's understandable that your
notes begin somewhat abruptly.

Nevertheless,
they are precise and informative.

And I'm impressed

that you dealt with a compound
presentation single-handed.

No pun intended.

I can't take all the credit.

I listened to others.

One other, anyway.

Beryl's husband has arrived.

He wants to call the baby
after Geoff Hurst.

I thought Nurse Corrigan
had checked that?

I have examined placenta in
all kinds of light - gas jets,

candle flames,

torch beams as bombs fell.

I never cease to
marvel at its beauty when exposed.

This, the least visible
of all the body's organs,

laid before us for our scrutiny.

This was one of a thousand things
that made midwifery a privilege.

I'm usually concentrating so hard
on making sure none of it's missing,

I don't even stop to think
how beautiful it is.

Yet it looks like lace
or tree roots.

It grows with us.

It fires us, it sustains the
very beating of our blood.

When I see this,
with all its lines and traceries,

I see the miracle of God himself.

Do you?

I see His handiwork
and I see His love.

I see where I began, what fed me,
and what feeds me now.

It is complete.

And so, within His love, am I.

Can you believe that now?

I witnessed a new life beginning.

And my darkness died.

Michael... son?

If you stay the way you are...

I will stay the way I am, Dad.
I can't change.

I tried.
And it would have killed me.

Michael...

...if you stay the way you are,
you will never be a father.

And that only makes me
sad for one reason.

Because you'll never know
how proud you can end up

being of someone you held in your
arms when they weighed 7lbs.

How? How can you be proud of me,
Dad?

Who came first in the 100-yard
backstroke at the Dock Road baths?

Who helped the Scouts win that
microscope in the science quiz?

Who opened a limousine
door for Sophia Loren?

- Me?
- You.

The same boy.

The same man who was brave enough
to say "enough" and face the truth.

That's who Michael Leeks is.

He's my son.

And I'm your mother.

So whatever you get up
to behind closed doors

is none of my business
and never will be.

But your happiness is my business.

And that means I'm going to worry
about you and look out for you until you...

...until you find someone who's going
to love you for a very long time.

Longer than 17 years,
3 months and 23 days?

I hope so.

Or he'll have me to answer to.

Cyril!

Bought you a present!

It's a Lord Tanamo LP.

What happened to the radiogram?

Last week, when I bought it,

I made a decision -
I did not discuss it with you.

And I'm sorry.

It was only a radiogram.

It was all tied up with
things about the future.

And if I can't imagine a future
without you in it,

I need to ask you about
the things I'm planning.

What sort of things?

From the minute I set eyes on you,
there was no past any more.

There was only the now.

And where the now might lead me.

We would never have met, would we,
if we'd both stayed on our islands?

And I would never know what it is
to have my feet on solid ground.

What are you doing, Cyril?

This is what happened
to the radiogram,

and this is where I place my heart,
all that it ever was

and all that it will ever be.

Will you marry me, Nurse Anderson?

Yes.

Smile, everybody!

There is so much
that money cannot buy.

And so many rewards for which
there can be no competition.

And the best of these is love.

Love is not a gamble, but a gift.

It is not to be fought for,
but simply given and received.

And not to be judged

nor measured, but embraced

and celebrated as the
greatest prize of all.

Sorry!

Thank you, Miss Higgins.
You've been so helpful.

Everybody's been helpful.

You'll be done with all
this in a couple of weeks.

The last month is always hard going.

I'm calling for professional advice.

How do you sack a nanny?

Actually, Dr Turner is about
to come and see Mrs Sands.

Could you tell him we're ready?