All language subtitles for Call The Midwife.S3e03.eng

Working as midwives
in London's East End,

we were no
strangers to first light,

or the half dark.

When babies arrived,
we went to deliver them,

no matter what the hour.

But the sisters rose at
dawn, regardless, everyday.

Like us, they
serve their patients,

but also a greater cause.

Good morning, Nonnatus
House, Sister Julienne speaking.

If we were committed,
they seemed invincible.

But perhaps it
was not always so.

What about a record?

Bach's preludes and
fugues are unsurpassed.

It's Chummy's
birthday, not her funeral.

Besides, I think she's
got them already.

You won't do better
than Max Bygraves.

When it's spring
again I'll bring again

Tulips from Amsterdam

What about a night
out at the pictures?

Oh, there's that wonderful
thriller I've heard about,

The 39 Steps.

Heard about or seen?

Nurse Miller, you're at
the clinic with Sister Lee,

please have a look
at the Fletcher twins,

their mother was
struggling to feed them.

Nurse Franklin, you're
with Sister Winifred

and you have the district...

Uh, everyone, if I could
have your attention.

The unit who usually supply
midwifery to Holloway Women's Prison

have been struck down
by an outbreak of influenza.

The prison has been without
care for well over a week now

and have asked us
to take over the roster

until usual service is resumed.

Nurse Franklin, I would
like you to accompany me.

Well, I dare say it will
be quite fascinating

to be surrounded by
hardened criminals.

Most of the women who are
locked up are charged with petty theft,

fraud, prostitution.

But one thing's for sure, it
is no place to have a baby.

And yet have them they will.

Um, is this quite necessary?

I'm sure the rules are
in place for a reason.

You'd think we
were the criminals.

You the replacement midwives?

We are.

I'll escort you onto the wing.

Oi, Mother Superior, yours
smell like Parma violets, do they?

You all right?

Baby back in your cell, is it?

Didn't your mother never
tell you it's rude to whisper?

Me first.

If I don't get some Milk of
Magnesia, you'll all be sorry.

Stella Crangle?

Maureen Williams is the name.

We shall be seeing our patients in
alphabetical order, Miss Williams.

You'll have to wait your turn.

Stella Crangle?

Yep.

Oh, you think
you're a cut above,

but you dropped your drawers
for a fella same as the rest of us.

Yeah, my fiancé.
And I don't charge.

We booked at the theatre before
we knew we were off, you see?

And they're good seats, upper circle,
you wouldn't be stuck in the stalls.

- No thanks, mate.
- It's a good show.

Theatre tickets, you say?

We'd let you have 'em
for a snip at this stage,

say 10 bob each?

- No.
- Okay,

five, but only because
we're stuck with them.

Half a crown and
we're doing business.

All right.

Cheers.

Baby's heartbeat is excellent.

She's been kicking a lot lately. I
thought maybe something was wrong.

"She", is it?

Just a feeling, that's all.

Well, she's kicking because
she wants to come out.

If these dates are correct, it
makes you due any day now.

Oh, the dates are right.

My fiancé was
home on shore leave.

He's an Assistant Steward
with the Merchant Navy.

I'm sorry, your notes
are rather sketchy.

When did you last
have a urine test?

Um, last month, when the
midwives were still here.

Well, it's about time
you had another one.

Eh?

Gosh, you're looking ahead!

Hmm.

If you'd like to pop
behind the screen?

Take a seat, Mrs Stack.

Oh, sorry, love, take
him for me, will you?

Oh, if I don't get to the
lav, I'll have an accident!

There now, who's
got a runny nose?

Kathleen Baker. I'm
a bit late, I'm afraid.

I missed the bus.

Just take a seat, Mrs Baker.

I'll let Sister
know you're here.

That's your Mrs
Baker finally arrived.

Thank you, Shelagh.

Getting some practice in, I see?

Oh, yes.

You seem a natural.

I'm simply doing
my job, Nurse Miller.

This is a baby
clinic, after all.

Ladies.

I believe you're looking at
the answer to all your prayers.

Nurse Noakes's birthday present.

My Fair Lady, Drury
Lane, Saturday night.

And a special price
just because it's you.

Oh, Chummy loves a musical.

Never mind Chummy!

Just as well I've got
my contacts then.

How much?

Say 10 bob each?

How about five?

I'd better get on
with my patients.

At least poor Chummy
won't know what she's missed.

All right, half a crown apiece,
but you have to take all six.

Final offer.

It's important that
you rest from now on.

No exerting yourself.

June Small?

Gave birth 10 days ago.

"Difficult labour"
is all it says here.

Can you stand?

I'm ever so sore downstairs.

When did you last see a midwife?

Dunno.

Not since they took
my baby, anyway.

Well, everything's looking
ship-shape for the baby.

But I can't say the same for
those varicose veins of yours.

They're worse,
particularly this one.

It must be very sore.

Especially in the evening.

Sometimes I can't
sleep for the pain.

But you're still wearing tight
elastic on your undergarments,

and I thought I told you to choose
suspenders rather than garters?

You're restricting your
circulation, Mrs Baker.

My Stan likes a garter.

I doubt he likes the result.

He said I had the
prettiest pins in Poplar.

Now look at 'em.

I ordered you some
support stockings.

They should provide you
with considerable relief.

But they're so ugly!

Not half as ugly as bandages,

which is the alternative
if you won't wear these.

June Small should
have been seen daily.

Her stitches are
woefully neglected.

She could have piped
up if she felt unwell.

I must insist that Mrs Small
is transferred to a hospital

where they have the
resources to treat her.

We'll call an ambulance
from reception.

And we will be coming
in daily from now on.

Daily? Twice a week's
what it used to be.

Well you haven't had a
midwifery roster for some time.

And Miss Crangle needs
regular visits until she delivers.

You'd need to apply
direct to the Wing Governor.

I can't just go round
changing the rules.

Calm down, ladies! Calm down.

Calm down!

I'll telephone the
Wing Governor.

Surely she will appreciate the
hiatus in care that has occurred.

Of course she must.

In terms of women's
health care, we're in charge,

so I wouldn't mince your words.

Thank you, Nurse Franklin.

Your support today has
been most appreciated.

Well? How was it?

Absolutely horrid.

Even Sister
Julienne was rattled.

Oh, and the stench.

You'll want to
wash your uniform.

Oh, and my hair and my shoes.

I wish I could climb into
that autoclave myself.

I'll tell you what
might cheer you up.

Tickets to My Fair Lady
for Chummy's birthday!

And you won't
believe the deal we got.

I know every word.

Go on, we'll unpack your bags.

Run yourself a nice hot
bath with plenty of salts.

Thank you. Are you
sure you don't mind?

I...

G...

Open the door!

I've soaked my uniform
but I could happily burn it,

and after only one
day. How will we bear it?

The inmates must bear it
for months or years on end.

I called in to see Chummy,
she's over the moon.

And Mrs Torpy can sit for
Freddie, so Peter can come, too.

Although that does still
leave one ticket spare.

What about Alec?

I don't know if it's quite
his thing, but I'll ask.

May we? To get us in the mood?

Of course.

I've lived through
two world wars

and the Blitz,

but I think Julie Andrews
might just polish me off.

Kathy?

Just getting dressed, Stan.

No need on my account, gorgeous.

Cheeky!

I'd better get on down the dock.

I haven't done
your breakfast yet.

That's all right, love,
just so long as I get a kiss.

Ow!

- Kathy?
- Ow!

Kathleen, open the door!

Ow!

I tripped is all.

Shelagh?

I thought I could send it to the
London without bothering you,

but it seems I
need your signature.

It's a pregnancy test.

Shelagh, why are you
trying to do this on your own?

I had a dream for
such a long time.

I know it's romantic.

There is nothing wrong
with being romantic.

I wanted to tell you
when I knew for certain.

I wanted to see your face
when I told you the news.

But you were foiled
by bureaucracy?

We shall pretend that
this never happened.

And when you do tell me,

you just watch my face.

Patrick?

I'm not sure I'll be
telling you anything.

Nothing feels as it should.

My cycle, or the lack of it,
suggests I might be expecting.

But nothing else does.

No nausea.

No other symptoms at all.

Not everyone feels
unwell, Shelagh.

You know that as well as I do.

I sometimes feel I don't
know anything at all.

Come on.

I've done the paperwork.

You get it sent off.

And then one way or another,
we'll soon know for sure.

Yes.

We will.

- All right, love?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry, Doctor doesn't start
surgery for another half an hour.

It's my wife, she's
twisted her ankle,

and you know what
with her condition,

I thought I'd better drop
her off on my way to work.

Don't worry, I'll see you now.

I should've worn the support stockings
the midwife gave me, I know that now.

And those high
heels won't be helping.

Oh! I could hardly walk,
let alone cook and clean,

and now I've banged it.

This won't do at all.

For you or for baby.

I'm going to book you
into the maternity home

for the remainder
of your pregnancy.

But what will my husband think?

He won't find me
attractive no more.

I don't want him to see.

I'll explain.

Your blood pressure
is higher than we'd like,

it's safest all round to
keep you under observation.

I specifically told the
officer it was urgent

and we would be
attending this morning.

Well, it's not in the log book

and you're not on the list.

Nevertheless, here we are.

And we must insist
upon seeing our patients.

Prisoners are all on work duty,

I'll have to round 'em up.

Surely Miss Crangle
isn't working?

I prescribed complete
bed rest from now on.

Miss Crangle is to work up
until her time like everyone else.

That's the rules.

Well, this rule, I'm
afraid, must be broken.

No point in making a meal of it.

Soon as it's out,
they'll have it off you,

quick as you can
say "unfit mother".

Well, I'm not.

Well, fiancé or not, there
ain't no ring on your finger.

There will be.
You're just jealous.

What? Of a stuck-up
cow like you?

Give it a year, you'll
be back in this place

asking me for
tricks of the trade.

Over my dead body.

That can be arranged.

Look, I don't want any trouble.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Calm down, ladies, calm down!

What on earth is going on?

She started it, banging on
about her precious fiancé.

That's a lie!

Thinks she's Lady Muck 'cause
she's got a fella on the outside.

It don't change the fact
she's been charged with theft.

Back to your cell!

My Fair Lady?

You needn't come if it
isn't manly enough for you.

I'd come to a meeting at the
WI if you were going to be there.

I'd better go before Mrs
Goldman finds out I'm here.

You won't be like
this forever, Jenny.

Soon as I've saved enough,

I'll be finding a place
of my own to rent,

and maybe you
could help me look.

I might, if you're lucky.

I really had better go, I'll be
late for my next appointment.

I can't believe such a heavily
pregnant woman is still made to work.

But I want the pay,
I'm saving for the baby.

Hello, Stella.

Sister, Nurse.

Tom Hereward, I'm the
chaplain on rotation for the month.

Can I give you a hand?

You could help see
to it that Miss Crangle

is confined to her
bed until further notice.

Whatever the prison rules state,

her health is at risk, and
that of her unborn baby.

You hear that,
Stella? That's an order.

And I won't hesitate
to tell tales if I have to.

Come on, Miss Crangle,
let's get you back to your room.

Heartbeat's fine,
baby's moving well.

Everything seems to be on
track, so no harm done, thankfully.

Why don't you go on
ahead, Nurse Franklin?

I'm not thick, you know.

It's just our orphanage
kept getting bombed out.

You're certainly not alone in having
your education disrupted by the war.

I've got my meeting coming
up with the Board soon.

Well, they can take your baby
away if they think you're no good.

I want to prove that
I can better myself.

Your desire to
learn is admirable,

but if you were to put the loop

of the P at the top, like
a head rather than a foot,

you'd have much more
success with the word "play".

Oh.

I'm not a thief,
neither, Sister. I swear.

I was only borrowing a few
things just to tide me over

until Joe came back.

I'm not here to pass judgement.

But I want you to know. I
want the Board to know.

If they think I'm an unfit mother,
they'll take my baby, won't they?

You've made a mistake,

but you have a
fiancé on the outside.

But me and Joe won't actually
be married before the baby's born.

Would they take her for that?

I'm sure you'll find your way.

How's the patient?

Overtired and overdue.

Your attentions are
a comfort, I'm sure.

Stella isn't inclined
to ask for help herself.

She asked for reassurance
about the fate of her child

but I know nothing
about prison procedure.

She will have seen other
mothers lose their babies.

It's only natural
for her to be fearful.

But this is her first offence,
she's not a prostitute or a drunk.

Like Maureen Williams, the
woman who attacked her?

Maureen is very
angry with the world.

And no wonder.

This is the third time she's
been charged with soliciting

and the second baby
she will have had removed.

She's still only 24.

You finished, Sister?

For the moment.

She's resting.

Well, she'll have to rest later.

Right, up you get!

What is going on?

She's to see the Wing Governor
about fighting in the workroom.

I've got terrible heartburn.

Surely this isn't necessary.

I've got my orders.

Then I insist on coming, too.

Gently does it.

I'll put these cases
in the cupboard later.

Better leave the rollers out,

I'll need to fix my hair
before Stan comes.

I think the priority at the
moment is to get that leg of yours

treated with a kaolin poultice.

I'm afraid the paste
does smell a bit.

Ugh! I've got varicose veins,
swollen ankles, stretch marks,

and the last time I coughed too
hard I only went and wet my drawers!

Those are all perfectly
normal things during pregnancy.

Me and Stan have only
been married nine months

but I don't feel that... Ow!

I don't feel like the
girl he fell for any more.

I'm sure that's not the case.

I know it sounds daft

but Stan could have had his
pick of the girls and he chose me.

I don't want to disappoint him.

How could you, when
you're having his child?

I suppose it's because
I love him so much.

I'm just terrified
of losing him.

Know what I mean?

Maureen Williams is a
known pest, but you, Stella?

If it wasn't for your condition,
you'd be on your way

to the punishment block.

I will not tolerate
violence on my wing.

Well, I was only
defending myself.

I... I beg your pardon,
but I was there to witness

Miss Crangle being
pushed to the ground.

Thank you, Sister,

but you are here in a medical capacity
and do not understand prison life.

This will go on
your record, Stella,

and I don't need to tell
you it will reflect badly

on you with the Board.

The Children's Welfare Officer
certainly won't be impressed.

Oh, it's not fair.

You have no family,

no home.

And in the absence of
any word from your fiancé...

But I'm only allowed
one letter a month!

Joe was already away
when I was sentenced.

If he'd have known,
he'd never have gone.

Well, I can look after my
baby until he gets back,

I've been saving my pay.

Six shillings and fourpence.

How far will that get you?

Why won't anyone help me?

Why won't you help me?

I'm afraid I must insist on
taking my patient back to her bed.

Why don't I take it
straight to the clinic

and let Nurse Miller sort
out what's worth keeping?

Everything has to be
taken to the dining room

for my personal inspection.

Nurse Miller might
overlook something priceless.

She feels betrayed,
and no wonder.

For all intents and purposes,
she's alone in this world.

In which case, don't we, of all
people, have a responsibility to her?

Sister, you've said
it to us all in the past,

we can't save everyone.

But she isn't "everyone".

She is one young woman
desperate to keep her child.

It's nearly time for
Compline, Sister.

I must finish evaluating
these donated volumes

or I risk sending
inappropriate material

to the young in our community

and filling our own
archives with fairy tales.

Although many a
fairy tale provide insight

into the darker aspects of
our existence on this Earth.

And the lighter.

Hook is a monster!

But he is defeated by Peter,
the dreamer and eternal child.

Perhaps we should
keep it at Nonnatus House

for our own spiritual
nourishment.

Don't we have plenty to nourish
our spirits within these walls, Sister?

I think we should let it
enrich someone else's soul.

Patrick, I think the
test results are in.

Do you want to open it?

No.

Negative.

Negative this time.

There's something wrong.

It's been three months
since my last cycle.

Three months with nothing?

Are you sure?

I marked it in my diary.

And things were
erratic before then.

Starting when?

When I was in the sanatorium.

TB is a serious illness.

It does change things.

Doesn't it?

Leave this with me.

Here's another one, Kathleen.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

Here.

Nice deep breaths for me.

All right, you ready?
Can you feel it coming?

Good! Good.

Push. Push for me.
Good girl, that's it!

Keep that going, good.

Good, that's it Kathleen, good.

You're doing famously.

Yes, of course, thank you. Bye.

Shelagh?

Did I ever mention my
friend Ted Horringer to you?

- Is he a gynaecologist?
- Yes.

He spent time in New
York but now he's back

and practising in Harley Street.

Harley Street?

He can do an exploratory operation
that isn't available at the London.

He says he'll see you,
if that's what you want.

I want to know, Patrick.

I want to know if
there's something wrong

and if there is,
to make it right.

So do I.

Nobody ever lost anything
by looking for the answers.

No.

Doctor, would you mind
checking Mrs Baker?

The baby's big and she's
been struggling for a while.

I'll fetch your gown.

This should settle your stomach.

I'm starting to think that
she just wants to stay put,

where she's safe.

Who can blame her?

It must be very lonely for you,

with all this happening
and your fiancé away.

He'll be back.

But you don't know when?

I only wish I did.

I've been thinking about
your troubles, my dear,

and I'd very much
like to help you

to improve your chances
at the Board meeting.

I think you've probably
mastered Dick and Dora now.

And this is a jolly good story, as
well as being a more advanced read.

I can help you with it.

I rang for permission
before bringing it in.

It's yours to keep.

One day, God willing, you
shall read it to your child.

There was some slight deflexion

that corrected with
the last contraction.

There's another contraction
coming, Kathleen.

Are you ready?

Perineum is buttonholing.

You were right, Sister
Lee. Baby is very big.

Pant now, Mrs Baker.

I'm just going to
help baby on its way.

Is that my Kathleen?

Well, it sounds like she's
being torn limb from limb.

I know you're worried
but it's all part of childbirth.

You're telling me that's normal?

It's the most natural
thing that could be.

Jesus wept.

Doctor will call you
when your wife's ready.

I'll fetch you a cup of tea.

And Mr Baker, congratulations.

Yes!

It's a girl, Stan.

My girl.

I must look a fright.

No, you look fine, love.

You did brilliant.

I'm gonna be sick.

I'll, um,

go back to the house
and get her some things.

Campari, meet Jenny and Cynthia!

Jenny and Cynthia, meet Campari!

- Oh, it's horrible!
- Mmm.

You both have such conservative
palates. I think it's perfectly delicious.

I thought you were on
call when we get back?

I can have one.

- What ho! Room for one more?
- Hello, birthday girl!

Chummy! Oh, many happy returns!

Happy birthday! I thought
we were meeting you there?

Peter was an absolute dear

and secretly asked Mrs
Torpy if she'd come early.

He knows it's the getting-ready
part I've missed the most.

Clearly. Take a seat, please.

You need volume.

Volume at the roots.

If one can lift the hair, it
takes the whole face with it.

Trixie, leave her alone!

You look as lovely
as ever, Chummy.

I've always envied
your complexion.

Campari?

You might have
to hold your nose.

- Oh!
- Right, look at me.

Cynthia's quite
right, of course.

Your skin is
positively peach-like.

But no girl should neglect
herself or the bloom will go!

I've only ever been on nodding
terms with one's inner glamourpuss.

And trying to apply lipstick
whilst changing young sir's napkin

has been known
to backfire horribly.

And don't go smirking
at me, Nurse Lee!

It'll be you next.

We've all seen the
way Alec looks at you!

Absolutely we have.

It's rather like the way Fred
Astaire looks at Audrey Hepburn

- in Funny Face.
- Mmm.

Alec can look at
me any way he likes.

It doesn't mean I'll be
manhandled down the aisle.

You say "manhandled"
as though it's a bad thing!

Alec and I are entirely
happy as we are.

If there's any change of plan,

I'll see you're informed
in a timely manner.

Now, I'd be very grateful
if you'd pass the nuts.

I've eaten them all.

I was trying to help
the Campari to go down.

Fear not!

I tried my hand at
making cheddar straws.

Every single attempt
ended in complete disaster

so I popped to the corner
shop and got a box of Twiglets.

Oh!

Happy birthday, Chummy.

Aw.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

Cheers!

What do they actually
do up there for so long?

Mysterious, fragrant
things that can't be rushed.

I just put a suit on.

Well, maybe you should
have given it the once-over first.

Oh, no. I've just
had this dry-cleaned!

Did your hand slip
with the Brylcreem?

Oh, it's probably
something to do with Freddie.

There's this thing with babies.

There's a sort of slime
that comes out of them.

And never just out of
the places you expect.

He's just had a cold. I
think this might be nasal.

Oh! Fun, though?

- Having a kid?
- Yes.

Hmm.

Most fun I've ever had.

- Anyway, you'll do.
- Thanks.

Oh, do you want Camilla
to wash that for you?

No, no, no, no. I might need
it, in case I cry at My Fair Lady.

Goodness me! Aren't
we the lucky fellas?

Yes. We certainly are.

Ooh!

What kind of a mood was she in?

Um, she was okay.

Better than normal.

I'm never sure about wine gums.

I always feel as though they've
got stuck in my chest halfway down.

Have a choc-ice instead.

Why don't we have wine gums
now and a choc-ice in the interval?

It would seem rather
improper to have a choc-ice

before the show
has even started.

It's your birthday, Chummy!

You can a have a choc-ice before,
during and after if you want to!

Can't she, Trixie?

She can do whatever she likes.

We all can.

How much have you got?

I say, old thing,

you look a wee bit peely-wally.
Is everything alright?

I'm sorry.

I should've had another Campari.

It's spending all day
in that beastly prison.

And the thought of
being on call tonight.

I'm almost looking
forward to that!

If I get called out,
it will be to a home,

where however
mean and shabby it is,

I'll deliver a baby
that's been born of love

and has some sort
of a chance in life.

Oh, Trixie, you know
this job as well as I do.

We see heartbreak all the time

but we can't
afford to dwell on it.

We must keep forging on,

giving our best to
each case as it comes.

I know. You're quite right.

That's the girl.

Very well, ladies!

What's the verdict on the wine
gums, or is the jury still out?

Actually, we worked out
that if we pooled our resources

we have enough for
a box of chocolates!

Mmm, perfect!

- How much do I owe you?
- Ladies, uh...

I'm terribly sorry but it
seems there's been a bit of...

a misunderstanding.

And that's putting it politely.

Oh, it's bally rotten luck.

And we so rarely get an
evening pass away from young sir.

Poor Fred getting
duped like that.

Poor Fred? We paid good
money for those tickets.

And Fred didn't have
to stand there like a fool

as the box office practically
accused him of counterfeiting.

And me a policeman!

I should have known,
the paper was too thin.

Well, hindsight's no
use to us right now.

Well, the night is still young.

As my ayah used to say,
"Baahar jaake maza karo."

Which roughly translated means

"one can always make
one's own entertainment".

I know what would entertain
me right now. A pint of bitter.

- Mmm, and a game of darts?
- Yeah.

Or we could form teams
and play for stakes.

Or we'll pair off.

Jenny and me, you
two, and the Noakes.

Hard luck, old bean.

Hmm, I think we'll hold our own.

Seventy-eight.

Bit rusty, I'm afraid. I
should have got the triple.

- Chummy, you're a wonder!
- A dark horse, more like.

We had a rec hall at the
mission in Sierra Leone.

I rather got the hang of it.

I'll say.

All bets off.

We've been hoodwinked
for the second time tonight.

Not so fast, mister.

I could be your secret weapon.

Steady on!

I think the secret's out.

- Do you want to swap partners?
- Too late!

Ah, I wouldn't be so fickle
anyway. I'm a stayer, me.

Oh!

To be honest, I'd have rather spent
the evening playing darts anyway.

You should have said
no in the first place, then.

And miss an evening
out with the woman I love?

Is that okay to say?

That I love you?

Thank you.

I'd better go.

You're back early.

Don't ask.

Stella Crangle's
waters are broken,

she's been moved to the
prison's own hospital wing.

Just let me get changed.

I'll put the kettle... on.

- Cocoa?
- Oh, how did you know?

What happened?

Did you and Alec row?

No, not really.

He said he loves me.

Oh, but that's
wonderful! Isn't it?

I don't know. I don't
know how I feel about it.

But you have such fun together.

I thought you were really keen?

So did I.

But I'm young. I don't
want to get married

and have children yet.

He didn't propose!

No.

He's not likely to now.

Well, what did you say?

Nothing.

I just pretended
he hadn't said it.

Oh, well.

I'm hardly an expert
when it comes to men,

but I'm fairly sure

that chocolate usually takes the
edge off when things go wrong.

Thank you.

We're here Stella, there's
nothing to worry about.

- Crowning.
- The baby's coming, Stella.

They left it very
late to call us.

Well done, Stella. We
can see baby's head.

Now, it's very important
that you don't push.

You're a very
brave girl, Stella.

That's it, keep on panting.

- Well done.
- That's it.

That's it! The heads out.

Now we need one
last push, Stella.

That's it!

Here she comes!

Except it's a boy!

- It's a boy?
- Yes.

I've got a boy?

Well done.

There's a good boy!

Hello.

Hello.

Long night?

Sister Evangelina was right.

Prison's no place
to have a baby.

Not that the little one
knew, thank goodness.

There's some toast
warming for you.

- Hmm.
- Come on!

In you come.

Um, about My Fair Lady...

Sister Evangelina told
me what happened.

I've said it before
and I'll say it again,

if a thing looks too good
to be true, then likely it is.

We want our money back, Fred.

Yes, uh, the thing is you
might have to wait a while.

Oh, he's spent it.

I will reimburse you.

You and your schemes, honestly!

Hang on a minute. Scheme or no,

you were just as keen to get
your hands on a bargain as anyone.

I should have just given them
to you girls in the first place.

You should have stayed away

from nefarious personages
on the dock, Fred Buckle.

I suggest you all just
put it down to experience.

Is Sister Julienne
in her office?

Oh, she's gone back
to the women's prison.

Already?

Oh, no.

Just hold him like this
and offer him the breast.

There.

Ah, there.

What a good boy you have!

They say I'm allowed a character
witness at my hearing tomorrow.

I was hoping that you
might agree to vouch for me.

I'd like to help
in any way I can.

I'm going to name him Peter.

Like in the book you gave me.

'Cause he's my magic boy.

Not Joe, after his father?

Peter Joseph.

Is Joseph his given name?

Only I've been trying
to track him down

and I can't find any record
of a Joe or a Joseph Dixon.

If I had the correct information,
I might be able to, uh...

Oh, no.

Please.

I can't help you if you
don't tell me the truth.

You can run but you cannot hide.

Oh, an egg!

Oh! I've got nits!

Well, technically so far

you've got one louse
and its unborn child

but the day is still young!

Ugh!

That ghastly prison!

From now on, I'm wearing
a wimple when I go in.

I'll fetch you some olive
oil and a shower cap.

Unless you'd prefer it if I
shaved your head completely?

Oh!

I didn't want to lie. I didn't
know what else to do.

Did you not think
they would find out?

Well, I thought if I could prove myself
respectable before I was released,

they might help me get
my old lodgings back.

Or put me in one of those homes,

just until I found a job
and a place of my own.

With a newborn baby
and a criminal record?

Please, Sister.

Don't tell them, please.
They already think I'm trouble.

I'm sorry, I can't
lie for you, Stella.

I believe her motives
for lying were honourable.

She's desperate.

She is also a hairsbreadth away

from being guilty of a
further criminal offence.

I was about to register her
baby's birth with false information.

To do so knowingly is illegal.

At least Miss Crangle has made
things simple for the hearing.

I'll find you a vase.

She's a belter, isn't she?

I thought maybe we
could call her Eleanor,

after your mum.

- Ow! Ahhh!
- Sorry love, sorry.

No, no, I'm sorry, I had
to have a few stitches.

You don't want
to know about that.

I just can't stand it,
that's all, you know.

I'll be back on my
feet before you know it.

And I'll get my
figure back, I promise.

You'll have bed rest
like the midwife says

and you'll let me take
care of you for once.

But I thought...

No, yesterday when
I saw you lying there,

what you'd been through,

it made me feel
totally helpless,

like I'd let you down.

So what did I do? I just
ran off like a proper coward.

I'll never let you
down again, Kathleen.

Not you nor our daughter.

I love you, Stanley Baker.

And I reckon I must be the
luckiest woman in the world.

Oh, no! Flat tyre?

I'm afraid so.

I had to walk most
of the way home.

You all right, Sister?

I confess that at times,

the suffering of others
is hard to bear, Fred.

She has no hope of a place
in a single mothers' home now.

Her baby will be taken

and most likely end
up in an orphanage.

I suppose she was only
doing what she had to

to keep hold of the nipper.

I don't doubt that.

I just couldn't
collude in a lie.

I know I would
have done anything

to have looked after my girls
when their mother was killed.

I even considered
deserting the army for a bit.

I thought my heart would
break from worrying about them.

Two years it was.

They were shunted
from relative to relative.

But

I suppose I was lucky
to have any help at all.

Stella Crangle has no one now.

You did your best, Sister.

Have I, though?

You'll all have to get
checked, I'm afraid.

And I'll wash your bedding
with mine, just in case.

Here, I'll help you.

But it's your evening off.

I'm not doing anything else.

I don't know what's
wrong with you, Jenny Lee.

You could be out with a
perfectly charming dish of a man

and you'd rather boil
the nits out of bedsheets.

But just for now,
I'm glad of it.

But your colleague did say

there was a position
open in the canteen.

I understand

but I have had a long
association with your organisation

and I would
personally guarantee...

No luck?

It's bad enough when they know
Stella has an illegitimate child.

When I tell them she'll
have a criminal record,

they stop listening.

So much for human
charity and forgiveness.

Well, I for one am not
giving up until I have to.

Hello, stranger.

Alec!

Sorry, I've got to get on.

Sure.

Just so long as
you're not avoiding me.

Of course not!
I've just been busy.

Look, if it's about what I
said the other night, scratch it.

How I feel should
be a nice thing

but if it's made you feel
uncomfortable, then let's start again.

Jenny Lee, I really,
really like you.

I really, really like
you, too, Alec Jesmond.

Well, that's fine, then.

How would you like to go to
the theatre on Saturday night?

My Fair Lady, front circle.

You're joking!

And this time the
tickets are squeaky clean.

Just don't tell the others or
we'll have a riot on our hands.

I won't even be
leaving the building.

Ted has offered me his sitting room
and 50-odd back copies of The Lancet.

Patrick, I'll be
under anaesthesia.

And you have
patients to attend to.

I am not leaving you alone.

I'm never alone.
I'm married to you.

Miss Crangle has
stated her case.

But we are not here to ascertain

whether or not she wishes to
care for her baby on her release

but whether or not she is able.

And since it transpires

that the fiancé turns out to be
a figment of her imagination...

A wilful lie, Mr Russell.

One that was exposed by
her own character witness,

who has failed to
appear at this hearing.

Yes, well.

I fear we have no choice.

Officer, would you take
the prisoner back to her cell

whilst we review our decision?

Miss Crangle is due
for release in a fortnight.

Perhaps it is best we take
custody of the baby immediately.

- Give her time to recover.
- Hmm.

Stella?

- Sorry.
- I'm sorry I'm late.

There was an urgent
telephone call I had to make.

Uh, this is Sister Julienne,

Stella Crangle's midwife
and character witness.

I'm afraid you've had a wasted
journey. The decision has been made.

We must consider the
best interest of the child.

I am convinced the interests
of the child are best served

by endeavouring to
help Miss Crangle.

I realise you have developed
something of a bond with the prisoner...

Throughout my career, I
have had to help facilitate

the painful separation
of mother and child.

I do not come from a position
of ignorance or sentimentality.

I have rarely met a young
woman more determined,

though life has given
her so little in return.

We have precious few
places in funded homes, Sister,

and there are more
worthy candidates.

I have found her a place.

At the Mothers'
Hospital in Hackney.

Not as a patient, of course,

but as a cleaner with
board and lodgings

and on-site nursery
facilities for her baby.

Are they aware of
her criminal record?

Indeed. But they know
me and trust my word.

They are ready to receive
her upon her release,

should you agree.

That's my girl.

Is it over?

All done.

Ah, no sitting up,
Matron's orders.

And I'm telling you,
she's an absolute Tartar.

Did you see Mr Horringer?

Have a bit more
sleep. We can talk later.

Now.

There is scar tissue
throughout the pelvic organs.

It seems the TB
wasn't just in your lungs.

Is he sure?

There will be a tissue biopsy.

But all that can do is prove it.

I know there's no hope.
You don't need to tell me.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't say that!

So many dreams came true.

Just not all of them.

- You can't have him.
- Come now, Miss Crangle.

Get away from my baby!

- Stella.
- You're a lucky woman, Miss Crangle.

Sister Julienne has
found you a home.

You and Peter can stay together.

Sorry to bother you. Uh,
we booked in the theatre

- before my uncle George passed.
- Good seats! Upper circle.

There's been a
bereavement in our family.

I wonder if you could help us?

- Got some theatre tickets.
- Hello!

- Good seats! Dress circle.
- We have some theatre tickets here.

Uh, excuse me,
sorry to trouble you,

- there's been a bereavement...
- They're good seats.

- Excuse me. May I have a word?
- Of course.

Hope is a thing of
extraordinary power.

It feeds the soul and
yet it can torment it.

It can be dashed,

yet it can show the way.

- Missed you.
- Missed you, too.

We learned all this
and more in Poplar.

We learned about justice

and forbearance.

And friendship.

And what it meant to help
somebody move from darkness

into light.

You are looking a little tired.

- You getting enough rest?
- You sound like my mother.

No! Not yet.

It's 12 years since
she left this flat.

Oh, I just don't seem to feel
the same joy that others do.

I don't suppose you'd
like to come with me

to Brighton this weekend?

I've had some memorable
weekends in that hotel.

I'm sure it will all
be perfectly proper.

You've no business talking to
her about our weekend plans, Clive.

It was a joke.