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Everyone knows that
birds migrate...

..but not which country they
believe to be their home -

the hard, hot, cloudless
climate of the south,

or the fragile, grey-white
warmth of our own climes?

But perhaps the birds
are simply lucky

they have the best
of both worlds.

I spy with my little eye,
something beginning with L, Nancy.

Ladder?

SHE GROANS

These were the
best of the bunch.

I thought if the hole was round the
back, the patients wouldn't see it.

You know perfectly well that that
is not acceptable, Nurse Corrigan.

Does anyone have a spare pair?

I always have a spare pair,
as Nurse Corrigan knows.

Sister!

What's the matter?

I...

I just feel so dreadfully...

..dizzy, as though
I might be sick.

Don't worry, don't worry, I'll
get you home. You can lean on me.

Oh!

Oh, Miss Higgins,

we've had overnight guests
at the back of the building.

It was meths
drinkers, I'm afraid.

I asked them to take their
leave when I arrived,

and they did so with
surprising courtesy.

They've been using the
stairwell as a lavatory.

Reparations are in hand

and hygiene will be restored
before patients arrive.

Thank you, Miss Higgins.

I hope they don't make
a habit of it, Patrick.

We seem to be seeing more
of them round here recently.

It's this new wave
of demolitions.

The men tended to gather in
the cellars of the old houses

up around Albany Square,

but with those gone, they'll
be looking for new quarters.

Homelessness is all relative.

I know, but they're so unsavoury
and people are afraid of them.

PHONE RINGS

Good morning, Dr
Turner's surgery.

I spoke to the surgery.

Dr Turner's going to come see
Sister Julienne at 11:30am.

Thank you, Nurse Corrigan.

Meanwhile, we have a change
of tack for you this week.

Your debut on the
district roster beckons.

I usually just do midwifery.

That's because you needed
to consolidate your skills.

Now you need to expand them.

You're to go with Sister
Frances on the district round.

That means you can help
me do the sputum tests

at the Hostel for
Tuberculous Men.

See? It's non-stop glamour.

Midwife calling.

You here to see Maureen? Mm.

She's gone down the launderette.

It's just a routine call.
I shall leave a note.

It's Thelma Haig, isn't it?

I bet you never forget a face...

..or a varicose ulcer.

I thought we'd never see
the back of that one.

I must have been dressing
it for nigh on three months.

Right as ninepence now,
thanks to you, Nurse.

Is she ready, Mrs Haig?

Julie, your manager's here!

I'm off, Mum.

Don't wait up.

I'll always wait up.
You're my daughter.

He's her manager.

I gathered that.

She's blossomed
since I last saw her.

Yeah, she never used to
look like anything much

but she could always sing.

I used to say to
her all the time,

"You keep up that singing and
it'll bring you opportunities."

A girl with a gift is
a woman with potential.

Mr Lewin spotted her
in a talent show,

and now she sings in
clubs all over town, yeah.

She's got a contract
to record a single

and he reckons she's in with a
chance of being on the telly,

and if he can make that happen,
well, the sky's the limit.

It's always been just
you and her, hasn't it?

I brought her up
on my own, yeah.

You look after each other, now.

We will.

I never heard of a
TB hostel before.

I thought everyone with TB
went to a country sanatorium.

It's quite a new idea.

Cheaper probably, but...

..it keeps all the men under one
roof, so we know where they are,

and it's clean, they
can be monitored

and we can help
them with nutrition.

Where are you?

Eh...

Your blood pressure's normal.

No sign of any swollen
glands or fever.

I'm putting my money
on labyrinthitis.

Is that the inner ear?

A mild infection or...

..possibly a bubble in
the vestibular fluid.

The best treatment is rest.

You can draw the curtains
if you feel very dizzy.

Resting and drawing the
curtains is not going to help...

..Nonnatus House run smoothly.

I can see to all of that.

There's even more
to do than usual.

I still haven't managed to
arrange the anniversary event.

This month marks 100 years
since the Order came to Poplar.

I specialise in celebrations.

I know you do.

Sister, we've been here before.

You work yourself to a
thread time and time again,

and then what happens?

Threads snap.

One day, we won't
be able to mend you.

I will rest...

..for three days.

You will rest for as
long as I tell you to.

And in the meantime, I don't care
who helps you, but someone must.

And you must accept
that with good grace.

I think we need to get the doctor
out to see you, Mr Huntley.

I'm worried about your weight
loss and your weakness.

Nurse Corrigan...

..have you collected those
samples? All done and dusted.

Nothing like decanting some
phlegm to brighten up a morning.

I need your help turning Mr Huntley
and getting him more comfortable.

He's not doing so
well all of a sudden.

Right. One, two, three.

There you go. All done.

You're good girls.

It's all part of the service.

My name's Avis.

Joan Avis, Cotton Field Tower.

Our rubbish chute has
been blocked for two weeks

and there's no light
bulb in the stairwell.

Well, I have an evening surgery.

You're welcome to attend, if you'd
like to make a formal complaint.

This is a formal complaint.
I've got my smart coat on.

And please be advised, I shall
be suspending payment of my rates

if matters don't improve.

I'm not quite sure where you
think you are, Mrs Avis, but...

..this isn't the rates office.

Oh, it's not a
dressmaker's either.

That hem looks like it was
done with a knife and fork.

We need to go straight to the
phone box and call the surgery.

Mr Huntley's pulse is weak
and he's so debilitated.

Shouldn't he be in a hospital?

Well, if he is dying, and
I think he might be dying,

we'll take care of him here
in his own bed. His own bed?

This is no better
than a dosshouse.

The men in here used to be
sailors and labourers, Nancy.

They're too old and
too sick to work now,

and they've no families to
turn to or to take them in.

They've been in and out of actual
dosshouses their whole lives,

and I promise you,
this is better.

I'm sorry, I just don't see how.

And it's an emphatic no
to strawberries and evap

from Sister Julienne.

That bodes ill.

The strawberry is a fruit of which
she has always been extremely fond.

I don't think she fancies
trying to eat them lying down.

She goes dizzy the minute she tries
to lift her head up off the pillow.

I shall be heading
upstairs in short order

to make sure she passes all
responsibilities on to me,

including the
centenary celebration.

I think you'll find she refers to
the event as a "commemoration".

Be that as it may,

she can't be setting events in
train from her couch of anguish,

and I am content to
step into the breach.

I think, after this, I shall be a
shoo-in for next year's Olympics.

Mexico City, here I come.

Do the Olympics have a medal
for catching and throwing?

Of course, and I'd get a gold
medal with moves like this.

Mummy!

Excuse me, mister, can I
have my ball back, please?

Yeah, you'll have to come
fetch it if you want it,

cos I've got a bad leg.

All right.

Colette.

Come away!

She's all right.

Don't panic, I had
her in my sights.

The likes of him shouldn't
even be around here.

He looks harmless enough.

There is a school over there!

Meths drinkers are like rats,

except the council does
something about rats.

COLETTE: Why does that
man smell so horrible?

He's in the habit of drinking
stuff that's very bad for him.

It has an effect on his
blood and his insides.

So, why does he do it?

I don't know.

He might not know himself.

But you keep away from him and
men like him, do you hear me?

OK, come on. Let's get
you a piece of cake

before I take you
back to Auntie Vera's.

♪ Cry me a river

♪ Cry me a river

♪ I cried a river over you

♪ I cried a river over you. ♪

APPLAUSE

Wow!

Wow, girl, they love you!

DOOR OPENS

Oh, Vi.

I was getting worried about you.

You've been cooking fried bread?

It was for you but
it was getting cold.

Council meetings don't
normally go on this late.

Well...

..we had a bit of a turn-up
for the books, as it happens,

and we ended up with
quite a lot to discuss.

Oh, yeah?

What's that, then?

Lord Stonham has invited us

to send a deputation to
the House of Commons.

Oh, what brought
that about, then?

You know he started out
in the East End himself,

and we've corresponded with
him over various issues

for the last year or two, and...

..well, he always seemed inclined
to listen to working people.

And now that he's
Minister for State,

he wants to hear from us direct.

Are you going to get to go, Vi?

Well, I thought it
would be all the men

but they want me to be
part of the deputation.

You say that like
you're surprised.

Yeah, well, I'm
certainly daunted.

All the way home I
kept on thinking,

"What am I going to wear?
What am I going to say?

"And what is it that
Poplar people really want?"

If I were you, I would just round
them up and ask them face-to-face.

Mm.

Milk's going on
for your Bournvita.

How was it?

You look proper washed-out
under all that panstick.

SHE SOBS QUIETLY

Petal...

..what's up?

I had one of them
funny turns onstage.

Everything was just
swimming in front of me

and there was smoke in my eyes,

and the baby was just
kicking and kicking.

You're going to have
to tell Mr Lewin.

You haven't even told Jeff
and he's the baby's father.

Everything's fizzled out
since he joined the Army.

It's like we're
just pen-friends.

We've both had our heads
in the sand about this.

Me just as much as you,

cos I've been trying to
play things your way but...

..Julie, you are pregnant.

If I can just keep it a
secret for a bit longer...

You're running a
temperature, Julie.

I don't think we can.

PHONE RINGS

Good morning. Nonnatus
House, midwife speaking.

You were right, Sister Frances.

I was slightly worried about
Mr Huntley at the TB hostel

when I saw him last night,
but he seemed bright enough.

I came back early this morning
and he's really gone downhill.

Does he need someone with him?

Yes.

It could be another
24 hours or so.

You know what it's like, but...

No-one dies alone,
Doctor Turner.

Not on our watch.

HORN BEEPS

Is she all right this
morning? I'm fine.

She's got a bit
of a sore throat.

I'm taking her to the quack

to see if he can give her some sort
of prescription gargle. Perfect.

Cos I have secured an audition
for a certain young lady for...

..Associated Television.

When, Mo?

5pm tomorrow.

Hop in, let's make sure
we get your pipes oiled.

Smoking is not permitted
in the surgery.

It's a top-quality cigar.

Havanas, Panatellas, Henley's

or roll-ups stuffed
with the cheapest shag -

the same rule applies
and will be enforced.

Look, if we don't get
satisfaction here,

I'm taking Julie
to Harley Street.

That girl...

..heading for the top.

I'm quite far gone, aren't I?

I'd put you at 36 weeks, lass.

In other words, you've seen off
eight out of nine months pregnancy

with no medical support.

No wonder you're feeling a
bit frayed around the edges.

Will she have hurt
the baby, Doctor...

..cramming it flat
with that panty girdle?

We're giving her a thorough
once-over but I doubt it very much.

NURSE CRANE: Doctor's going to have
a feel of your tummy now, Julie.

Usual bloods?

Oh, come on. No tears, now.

We've plenty of time to
get things organised.

She's got an audition for a
television show tomorrow night.

SHE MOANS

Oh, no, she hasn't.

Because what she has got, I suspect,
is a very nasty water infection.

Is Colette too young
for the Judy, Fred?

I wouldn't know. Reggie's
the expert on the comics.

I bet even he don't
read the girls' ones.

I'll get it anyway.
Free gift this week.

Nurse Nancy, just the person!

Now, I've arranged an open
meeting at the Institute.

Could you deliver some handbills
on your rounds, please?

Do you sell drink?

No, sorry, pal. We
don't have a licence.

We do baccy and fags,
if you want those.

No, I'll leave it.

Thanks all the same.

He'll probably go straight
to the ironmongers

and buy methylated spirits.

It smells like sewer gas.

I wouldn't light any
matches for a while.

SHE GIGGLES

He would've been a
respectable bloke, once.

Just because he isn't now doesn't
entitle us to laugh at him.

Here, mate.

Take these.

It's not got much of a
kick to it, but, you know,

with the warm
weather and all that.

Well...

..I won't say no.

Thank you.

She can't be in the family way.

She's... she's been
wearing minidresses!

We've built every stage outfit
around the Sandie Shaw look.

She needs bed rest
and antibiotics.

They're going to keep her in
overnight in the maternity home.

Maternity home! I never even
noticed a blinking thing!

The chances are ATV
won't notice either.

She can still do the
audition. No, she can't!

From now on, my daughter's
health comes first.

I'm not saying never mind
about her health, Mrs Haig.

But I am saying, what
about her future?

I can't market an
unmarried mother.

She's already got a
contract for the single.

They'll drop her like a stone
the minute they find out.

Well, then, her future
stops here, doesn't it?

Everything we planned is over.

If she tied the knot with someone,
it would be a different matter.

Dare I ask where the father is?

Westfalen, Germany.

He's in the Rifles.

Well, he wants ruddy shooting.

It must be like feeling seasick.

It is, only without the consoling
thought of a holiday destination

at the end of it.

All will be well.

Only I'm not convinced all will
be well in time for the centenary.

Do you have to mark it at all?

There have been so many
miracles along the way

that thanksgiving
seems essential.

But...

..we mustn't seem to be
patting ourselves on the back.

Sister Hilda seems
to be full of ideas.

Sister Hilda is as inventive
as she is enthusiastic,

which I fear will prove
a rather febrile mix.

You, on the other hand...

..know us inside and out...

..and can look towards
us from the outside in.

Oh, I hope you're not
suggesting I might take it over.

No, I'm asking you to.

Simple, dignified,
loving and truthful.

No-one can do it... better.

I want all of this drunk up

and there'll be another glass of
water with your teatime omelette.

The baby's going to drown
if I carry on like this.

A regular intake of fluids is just
as important as your antibiotics.

We need to get that
infection on the run.

Yep, you do as the
nurse says, girl.

Now I've rearranged the
audition for next week,

you've really got
something to aim towards.

If I may interject,

I think Doctor Turner may
be of the opposite opinion.

I just want to
sing, Nurse Crane.

I want to be like Helen Shapiro used
to be, like Shirley Bassey is now.

She's from somewhere no
better than round here,

and they say she's
made so much money

she's going to have
to live abroad.

There's nothing wrong in
wanting to get on in life.

I transfigured my own
fortunes in my small way.

But you're not going to
be playing The Palladium

when you're 36 weeks gone.

The audition is for the telly

and they can do things
with camera angles.

What you can't do with a camera
is bring an infant into the world

on time, properly
nourished and healthy.

You've got work to do, lass...

..and it isn't on the stage.

Hello.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

I'm only listening
to the dogs bark.

They do that in the evenings.

They send messages
to each other.

I brought you some things
that you might find handy -

a walking stick and a mack.

You'll be too warm in
that overcoat soon.

I don't like to take it off.

A good coat gets to be a friend.

Will you have the stick?

I might give it a try.

I wondered if you'd
hurt your foot, sir.

"Sir"?

HE LAUGHS

I'm a nurse. It gives you
a knack with the etiquette.

No, I got shot of my
surname years ago.

I just answer to the name
of Bernard, like a dog.

You're from Ireland.

My name's Nancy.

I was born in Cork
but I live here now.

My mother was from Skibbereen.

She... she lived here, too.

People from our neck of
the woods get everywhere.

When I see things that are yellow
sometimes, I... I think of her.

A painted door, a
ribbon on a child...

She... she had eyes the
colour of robins' eggs

but it... it was the
yellow things she loved.

Does that foot
hurt you, Bernard?

You could come to the surgery,
where I work, and get it dressed.

No.

I can't... I can't even feel it.

It's the best way.

Best way.

Is that the pop that Fred
gave you from the shop?

Might be.

Might be a little
bit more to it, now.

You know, I... I
was just looking...

..for them little
golden flowers.

Not daisies.

The ones that shine.

Butterfingers and all that.

You mean buttercups?

Might do.

I keep looking but
I never find any.

I have no objection
to Mrs Turner -

doctor's wife, midwife, nurse and,
well, general all-round good egg -

arranging the
centenary celebration.

I have every objection
to such an important role

being assigned to Sister
Bernadette, ex-nun!

Perhaps we can talk about what we're
likely to see the Queen wearing,

during her forthcoming
tour to Canada.

I'm always very struck by her
diplomatic choice of colours.

So, I'd anticipate a
lot of red and white

and she might borrow the maple
leaf brooch from the Queen Mother.

I'd just like to see her
jazz up her shoes a bit.

And her bags. I mean,
they're all the same.

Her footwear does seem to be
becoming increasingly conservative.

Once upon a time, it wasn't
unusual to see her in a peep-toe.

Hello. I'd like to enquire about
making an international call...

..to West Germany.

There you go, Albert.

That should freshen
you up a little.

Albert - it seems
so natural now,

even to one from a
generation such as mine,

where formal terms prevailed.

A woman's Christian name,
when she's in travail.

A man's, when he stands in equipoise
betwixt this life and the next.

You think of his mother choosing
it, don't you, when he was born?

Looking down at his little face
and wondering what would suit him.

I've brought you a Thermos of
minestrone and some Cheddar rolls.

A rather savoury repast
for so early in the day.

Sister Monica Joan...

..I think he's going.

Depart, O Christian
soul, out of this world.

In the Name of God, the Father
Almighty, who created you.

In the Name of Jesus
Christ, who redeemed you.

In the Name of the Holy
Spirit, who sanctifies you.

May your rest be
this day in peace

and your dwelling place
in the Paradise of God.

WHISPERS: Amen.

WHISPERS: Is there
anything I can do?

Open the window.

Let his soul out.

Mrs Buckle, what
plans has the council

to ensure that the order
of St Raymond Nonnatus

remains at the heart of midwifery
and nursing in this area?

The council makes a significant
contribution to health care

right across Tower Hamlets.

My understanding is that
there are no plans whatever

to change the funds
already allocated.

But, in the centenary year of
the Order's arrival in the area,

is Lord Stonham even aware of the
extent to which a vital service

has to rely on religious
charity and private donations?

I can certainly ensure that it
is brought to his attention.

No-one's higher up in the nun's
fan club than me, Mrs Buckle.

I've had five kids with them -

four in my own bed and one
in the air raid shelter.

They are the best
of the East End.

CROWD: Hear, hear!

And what I want to know is, what
are you going to do about the worst?

Well, I think you're
going to need to define

what you mean by "the worst",

if I'm going to answer that
question in a satisfactory manner.

I mean cars all over the bombsites,
with God knows who living in them,

people keeping goats
in their back yards

and meths drinkers
in every doorway.

One cannot be oblivious to the
presence of unsavoury elements

throughout the borough,

which appears to be the
direct result of the chaos

caused by the housing programme.

Will you be asking Lord Stonham
how this can be remedied?

We all have grave concerns
about housing, Miss Higgins.

I have grave concerns about people
using my stairwell as a khazi.

CROWD MURMURS IN AGREEMENT

Your concerns have been
noted and will be passed on,

when the deputation visits
the House of Commons.

My mum thinks you should've
kept me in longer.

You're doing very nicely.

If this were a test at school,
you'd be top of the form.

That would be a first.

Can I do classes
in what to expect?

I feel like I've got to
make up for lost time.

The only thing you've got to
do is stop berating yourself.

There's no harm done.

And you can't turn
back the clock.

You don't understand. I've
got to be fantastic at this.

Like I've always had to be
fantastic at everything.

Why do you think that?

Because my dad ran out
on me after I was born.

The only thing he left behind
was the colour of my skin.

He also left your mother.

And she's given you
enough determination, love

and willpower to make up
for any deficit of his.

Now...

..I'll talk you through
what to expect, shall I?

KNOCKING

Mr Lewin, you're intruding upon
a professional consultation.

I've actually come in search
of a professional consultation

about residential nurseries for
the nipper. I beg your pardon?

What's a residential nursery?

A select, fee-paying facility, where
babies can reside all year round.

Now, we can pick up
where you left off.

I've even got contacts
at Search For A Star.

Out of this young
lady's bedroom, now!

She may have decisions
to make about her future,

but she also has a mind
and opinions of her own.

I've been her manager for a year.
Do you think I don't know that?

Julie, if we don't
sort this out,

none of this will ever
come your way again.

Jeff, what are you doing here?

Well, what do you think?

As soon as you told me, I couldn't
get to the boat train fast enough.

I didn't even change
out of my uniform.

Oh, have a heart, Thelma.

Let me in.

Jeff, why aren't you in Germany?

Because of this.

Is she having it now?

NURSE CRANE: No, although I can't
vouch for how the day will unfold,

if we are subject
to any more drama.

I brought Lucille's lacquer.

You can immobilise Big Ben with what
she's sprayed on her barnet already.

It's a windy day

and we're having our photograph
taken with Lord Stonham.

Have you got the French chalk?

Where's the kid gloves?

On the kitchen table.
The mark is on the thumb.

Just pretend you're
spraying a car.

You have to stay
calm, Mrs Buckle.

You're looking
elegant and dignified

but it's not your appearance
that matters today,

it's about what you
are going to say.

That's exactly why the backs of
my knees have turned to water.

Why, when all you have
to do is tell the truth

and ask the questions that matters
on behalf of the people you love?

You make it sound
so easy, Cyril.

Nothing worthwhile is
ever easy, but you know...

..it can be quite simple, if
you just speak from your heart.

Garnets?

They're your birthstone,
if you're born in January.

I was going to get you a diamond
but that's the birthstone for April

and I thought it
might be unlucky.

I've applied for
a special licence.

It only takes a few days.

Please...

..please, say yes.

At least it'll make having
gone AWOL worthwhile. AWOL?

You've come here
absent without leave?

What did your mum say?

She thinks they've let me
home on compassionate grounds.

I panicked.

Jeff...

..what if I say yes and
I make you miserable?

Well, I keep telling myself
how much more miserable I'd be,

knowing our little titch was getting
name called for being a bastard.

You had it just as bad as
me, didn't you, Jeff? Almost.

Let me be a man who
does the decent thing.

Would the delegation from Tower
Hamlets please come with me?

Greetings.

I imagine you've come to
confer with Sister Julienne.

I approve of all of it.

Even the balloons?

Especially the balloons. So much of
our work has been about children,

why not do something that
will make them smile?

Sister Hilda, would
you like to see this?

This all seems most...

..acceptable.

But what, may I ask,
is item 10 - Surprise?

I can't say.

All of this is in the
manner of a gift to you.

To the whole Order.

And it doesn't seem right to
unwrap every element at once.

DOOR OPENS

Violet, you're home!

The minister gave us a full
40 minutes of his time.

That's good, isn't it?

We discussed play streets,
playgrounds, unlicensed dogs,

and what's going on
at Tilbury Docks.

Well, no-one likes the sound
of those containers coming in.

And then, finally, we
looked at a plan of action

against the meths drinkers.

Councillor Finney persuaded the
minister that what we really need

is to increase police powers
of arrest and dispersal.

All that's going to
do is move them on

and make them somebody
else's problem.

Oh, half the time, that's
what politics is, Fred.

Good afternoon, sir.
May I be of assistance.

Um... Yeah.

There's a... there's a nurse,
who works here, name of Nancy.

You can't have him in
here. It's insanitary!

I'm afraid Nurse Corrigan is
not on the premises today.

I will confer with Dr Turner, if
you would like to wait outside.

No, it... it's not bad
enough for a doctor.

No, I'm... I'm happy
with the nurse.

Sorry for dragging
you out, Fred.

Nothing much scares
me, but on my own,

I can't vouch for Nurse Corrigan's
safety in this set-up after dark.

And I suspect she's the only
one this man will trust.

What's this?
Eucalyptus ointment.

Rub it underneath your nose.

It's a trick I learned years
ago, going into dosshouses.

What is it about drinking meths
that makes them like this, Doc?

If you mean the smell,

the raw alcohol is rotting
their flesh from the inside out.

Some of them will have gastritis
and soil themselves constantly,

and their legs are
probably covered in ulcers.

Poor sods.

If you mean why are they
confused and incoherent,

it's because the alcohol
is damaging their brains,

possibly even blinding them.

Why is there nowhere for these
people to go and get treatment?

There is no treatment
and they wouldn't go.

They cling to each other

and the few small things
that still feel familiar.

Everything beyond
that is the void.

And in the one place
they can bear to be...

..nobody even wants them.

I got the licence.
I got the dress.

Me and Mum nipped
up to Venus Modes

and bought a little
white number off the peg.

Hat to match, and
all. Oh, can I see it?

No.

It's like diamonds when
you're born in January -

unlucky.

I hope you aren't planning
on wearing that shirt.

Bernard?

It's Nancy, the nurse.

You asked for me at the
surgery but I wasn't there.

I've brought the doctor.

I don't need the doctor.

Now, I reckon you do.

But I'm just junior, he knows more
than me, which isn't difficult.

If you'd let the nurse just ease
your shoe off, have a quick look,

I won't interfere,
unless it's necessary.

I've heard of a thing
called antibions.

Antibiotics?

Mm, we've tonnes of them.

Pills, lotions, liquid, solid.

Probably even gas. Just her.

Right.

Let's ease this off, then.

My mother, right, she
used to be a Lady's maid.

The family, who she worked for,

they used to have their
shoes handmade in Piccadilly.

His... his foot's come
off with the shoe.

I'm... I'm sorry, Bernard.

I'm sorry.

I didn't feel a thing.

You wouldn't.

You've got gangrene.

What will they do
at the hospital?

Amputate...

..somewhere below the
knee, if he's lucky.

If he'd led a
different sort of life,

he'd stand a decent chance of being
fitted with an artificial leg.

That's not going to happen,

because of the thing that got him
in this state in the first place.

The drink?

The drink...

..and everything
that made him drink.

Smoking can cause
arteriosclerosis.

A bad diet can cause diabetes.

Both can lead to loss of
circulation and dry gangrene.

But only catastrophic
self-neglect

can result in a sight
like we've just seen.

It didn't even seem to hurt him.

It was as though
he hardly cared.

And that is the most
painful thing we ever see.

I can't stop asking myself.

I mean, why is it that I bend
over backwards for some people

and not for others?

And all for the sake of
what, a well-kept street?

I can't say I'm keen on
driving those poor men

as far away as possible.

It's not about
what I want, is it?

It's about what my
constituents want.

I mean, I am in the
service of others,

however unfortunate that
may be in this instance.

What about Bernard?

Isn't he your constituent, too?

Knock, knock.

Bernard, it's Dr Turner.

We met last night.

Do you work here?

No, but...

..I'm good at sneaking in.

And there is a lady,
who wanted to visit you.

Is it Nancy?

I'm Councillor Buckle.

Violet.

I'm so sorry for your troubles.

I... I brought you a
small parcel of essentials

from the Pensioners'
Benevolent Society.

Oh, I don't get a pension.

I lost me cards.

Is there something wrong with me

cos I keep thinking I
ought to want to drink?

They're giving you medication to
take the edge off any cravings.

Yeah, they took me leg
off too, didn't they?

Not all of it.

According to the staff nurse,
you've still got your knee joint.

I always wanted to disappear.

Looks like I'm
doing it bit by bit.

HE LAUGHS

This is not something
I get to say every day,

but we have a bride in labour.

Events have taken
something of a turn.

And are we to book the lady in
question in as Miss Haig or Mrs...?

..Lilly. My client is in
fact a married woman, now.

We told the registrar to
keep proceedings brief.

I love you, Julie.

COUGHING

They won't let me smoke.
It's making me cough.

Pneumonia's making you cough.

Is it? Mm, it's in your notes.

I took a shufty at them.

Is pneumonia when your
lungs fill up with water?

Well, it's an acute lower
respiratory infection,

involving the alveoli.

But, yeah, it comes
to the same thing.

Ah, I can go along with that.

They're giving you
medicine for it.

My mother drowned...

..in a canal.

She left her handbag on the side

and there were three
ha'pence in her purse.

They gave me the coins to
take to the industrial school

but the matron robbed them...

..and I've been grubbing
about in the dirt,

looking for pennies ever since.

I lost my mother
when I was a child.

I'm a mother myself, now.

Does it make things better?

Yeah.

PIANO PLAYS

I'm sorry, Miss Higgins, but if
this is to be set to "Repton",

I don't think that's
the appropriate key.

It's the key I sang it in,
when I was writing the verse.

Miss Higgins, the
words are your domain.

The music is mine.

PIANO PLAYS

I joined the Navy when I was 14.

That didn't make it better.

I started with the booze at 16.

That didn't make
it better, either.

You certainly gave it
enough of a chance.

The war made it worse.

Living a life at sea in
peacetime made it worse.

Every year, every day, I
needed something stronger...

..and I just tramped about.

Went all over -

Land's End to John O'Groats,
like a ship avoiding harbour.

And then...

..in the end...

..I came home.

Home to Poplar.

Where I lived with my mother.

It was like I could see her
footprints on the pavement

and hear her voice.

IN IRISH ACCENT: "Let's
see if you like butter."

And the tickle of the
flower underneath me chin.

"Yes... yes, you do."

One way or another, I've been
trying to drown myself for 40 years.

Now, I have the pneumonia...

..I can stop.

I'm sorry about the
smell of dog dirt.

I'm trying not to spray
it around with the brush.

After the stenches I've encountered
in the last few days, it's nothing.

How do you do it?

Do what?

This job.

Seeing people so...

..broken and in so much want?

You have to sidestep
want most of the time.

Just concentrate on providing
what they need and that's...

..just love, most of the time.

I just want it to
be all right, Nurse.

Not too weak or too
small or too poorly.

Come on, precious.

You're using up all your
strength with all this crying.

And I don't want any
more contractions.

Nobody said how much
they were going to hurt!

Julie, if we can get
you nice and calm,

we will have a try with the
gas and air with the next one,

and I promise that
will really help.

But first, let me get you a nice,
cool cloth to bathe those eyes.

No wonder she's in no frame of mind
for this, with all their fretting.

And she's had no time
whatsoever to prepare.

I'm scared.

Everybody is scared of things
they've never done before

but that's where we come in.

We've done this time and time
again, haven't we, Nurse Crane?

I delivered my first baby

before Shirley Temple was
top of the hit parade.

SHE SHRIEKS

Here we go, precious.

You do exactly as I
tell you, and I promise,

the difference will be
like night from day.

JULIE SCREAMS

I brought us all some pie and mash
and a bottle of champagne for later.

Vintage.

I just hope we've got
something to celebrate.

It's coming too early, Mo.

I've never known a girl push so
strongly and with such control.

Every time you push, I can
see a bit more of the head.

You're doing so well, lass.

And the head is with us.

See how well you've done?

The baby's head's starting to turn
now, just one last push, Julie.

Give it all the
strength you've got.

SHE SHRIEKS

BABY CRIES

Hello.

May I introduce you
to your daughter?

BABY CRIES

She's beautiful.

And that was... that was...

How about fantastic?

So many men are
psychologically damaged.

Loss or...

..poverty.

Always, always war.

When I got back from Italy,
I was encouraged to talk.

Maybe I didn't talk enough.

Maybe I could've talked
more about talking...

..but I was healed.

People like Bernard
never get that chance.

We are all the things that
have happened to us, aren't we?

I keep thinking about
that all the time,

while I've been
organising the centenary.

All the things I was part of...

..and how those things
became a part of me.

We've been so lucky, haven't we?

One for posterity, in
case the press ever ask.

What are you going to call her?

Nicola Samantha.

I love it.

Is it all right to come in?

Please, do. There's
no-one we can send for.

Mother...

..is that you? You're
out of luck, love.

But I brought you some flowers.

I've been crawling all over
the bombsites with a nun,

looking for these.

I hope you're grateful.

It's not right, is
it, Nurse Crane?

It's a tiny bit
on the high side.

Little lass might have
picked up a mild infection.

What will you do?

Will you send her to hospital?

I'm going to telephone Dr Turner
and we'll see what he advises.

I can see it glowing
against your skin.

Brightest gold you ever
saw, like a coin...

..or a Fairy Flag.

WHISPERS: Shall we
see who likes butter?

Oh, you do, Bernard.

You do.

I don't want her to go.

I'm her mother.

And you're a very good one,

which is why you know you have
to let her get the best of care.

Will you leave the
buttercups with him?

He loved yellow things.

I'm the only person who's crying
for him in the whole world.

No, you aren't.

These readings are
going up and up, Julie.

I don't want to have to
ask Doctor for a sedative.

Baby will be back in your arms
in a day or two, I'm sure.

And what's going
to happen, then?

I hand her over to my
mum, put on my glad rags,

paint my face and
go out singing?

You're under contract to Mr
Lewin and to the record company.

My contract is with my daughter.

Sincere apologies
for any disturbance,

but two gentlemen have
called for Mr Lilly.

♪ Something happened to my
heart the day that I met you

♪ Something that I
never felt before

♪ You are always on my
mind no matter what I do

♪ And every day, it
seems I want you more

♪ My love is warmer than the
warmest sunshine, softer than a sigh

♪ My love is deeper than the
deepest ocean, wider than the sky

♪ My love is brighter
than the brightest star

♪ That shines every night above

♪ And there is nothing in this world
that can ever change my love. ♪

Do the hospital
require any assistance

with the gentleman's funeral
arrangements, Dr Turner?

There are age-old routines
for burial in a council grave.

They do it all the time.

I said they could use my
surname, on the forms.

Bernard Corrigan.

If anyone looks at
the cemetery records,

they'll know he
belonged to someone.

Well, he belonged here.
He was born in Poplar.

Poplar should have taken
better care of him.

We tried...

..but we could all do better.

And we will.

Now, I know we have hostels
for treating men who have TB.

We need similar facilities
for treating people,

who suffer from
alcohol addiction.

Somewhere where
they can be helped.

Somewhere where they can be
treated like human beings.

Would the council fund that?

Well, it will take time...

..but I will try.

We look after our own here.

JULIE: I'm going to sing
her so many songs, Mum.

I wanted more for you.

You gave me everything I needed.

And now, I'm going to
do the same for her.

With respect, Mrs Turner,

wouldn't it be more sensible
to get this into position

once the rain had packed in?

It's going to end up
out of tune, you know.

The rain is not due to "pack
in" until early afternoon,

exactly as the
service commences.

I'm also armed with
a large tarpaulin.

TRIXIE: When we first started,

this seemed like the
most marvellous idea.

A canopy of massed
summer flowers

donated by well-wishers from
the community of Poplar.

What we've ended up
with is a sort of...

..chrysanthemum soup
with privet croutons.

So, that's no good, then?

Matthew, I'm Constance
Spry-trained.

Well, I'm glad I
didn't know that

when I sent you the
Swiss cheese plant.

It wasn't...

..right for me to send you
actual flower flowers, then.

And it wasn't right for me to
do that for a long, long, time.

No, when I...

I... I never wanted that.

And do you want that, now?

I mean, would you
allow that, now?

Because, if you'd let me...

..I would fill your
arms with flowers.

Roses, lilacs, lilies...

..and something red.

Like, more roses.

Red roses. Yeah, red roses.

Because, I mean, everybody
knows what they mean.

And I hope very much you know
what I mean, when I do this.

♪ Their heads were veiled,
their lives avowed.

♪ They came to serve
the people proud. ♪

The Nonnatus House centenary
celebrations took place

in gently falling rain.

The people, who loved it,
stood shoulder to shoulder

in defiance of the elements,

determined to carry
on and regardless.

The weather could not
have been more perfect.

Skies will always shift,
seasons with them.

Days become years,
years become decades.

Decades evolve into
a century and more.

And all the while, our lives
entwine, and then, unspool,

borne on the winds of time
and aimed we know not where.

But we know where we come from
and where our hearts call home.

May I give you a
wee bit of advice?

Please do. Polish up
your dancing shoes.

Make her feel like she's
the only girl in the world.

Well, how does Cyril
feel about that?

I haven't told him yet.

Get away from her.
You're hurting her!

I prayed for the intervention of
angels and I have been answered.