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In the early 1960s,

the entire world still seemed
to flow through the London docks.

We were shown an image of plenty,

and it encouraged us to want
and made us hungry for more.

For some, these new luxuries
brought ease and wonder

into tough, hard-working lives.

But for others,
it made it more difficult

to accept the lot that was truly theirs.

It's saving regular amount each week,
till it's paid off.

Better than never-never.

Johnny don't hold up no more credit.

He should want to treat you.

Mrs Beckett? Midwife's ready.

Your blood pressure's a little up again.
You aren't overdoing it, are you?

Chance would be a fine thing.

It's just staring at four walls,
now I can't work.

Flamin' tramps dustin' outside.

What kind of world is that for a baby?

Whenever I worry,
my father tells me to trust God.

He says God has a plan, and no matter
how dark the world appears,

the Sun always rises.

Your old man thinks a lot of God,
don't he?

I should probably add he's a vicar.

Well, God don't seem too bothered
about Poplar.

Breathing can ease anxiety.

Deep breath in.

So you can feel
your chest rise.

And then...

Breathe out, slowly.

It really can help.

That's the tip, is it?

Breathing?

Here we have the Marlowes' product.

As you can see the tin is
a very convenient size for the kitchen.

Now Marlowes are the first company
to create a whey-based formula.

What's all this?

An exercise on behalf of
Marlowe's baby formula.

A photograph
and free tin of formula for each baby.

They're American.

It's public relations.

Propaganda, more like.

So much easier for baby to digest,

and enriched with vitamins.

Some doctors say formula
can make baby more intelligent,

more attractive.

Can you really afford not to try it?

Doesn't baby deserve the best?

Baby has the best,

The breast.

This is nonsense.

Nonsense, offering mothers choice?

Healthy mothers don't need choice.

Well, maybe she wants
to go back to work.

Maybe, she wants her shape back.

It's just shillings and pence to you,
isn't it?

You're all charlatans.

Perhaps we should get on with clinic.

You have Mrs Manley.

Oh, come on, Connie.

You can tear yourself away
from Professor Flimflam, here.

Cup of tea?

How are you getting on with the shells?

Do I have to keep on with them?

Yes, because they're doing their job.

They're drawing out your nipples.

And we can't feed baby
with inverted nipples, can we?

That formula looked ever so tempting.

I thought you had more sense than that.

You're a healthy young woman.

And what you can give your baby,
no fancy slogan or doctor can better.

It's practically a sea view.

Imagine we're dining in Saint-Tropez
with David Niven.

Quite what he'd make
of cockles and chips, I don't know.

It's David Niven,
it doesn't matter what you're eating.

There are chips going uneaten,
Nurse Franklin.

While not an emergency,
it is a cause for concern.

Patient show no sign of elation
in the presence of deep-fried matter.

I don't know what it is.

I'm trying to look after Mrs Beckett.

She's got high blood pressure
and she's very anxious,

but she won't talk to me.

Whatever I say, she makes me feel
like I'm straight out of Malory Towers.

It's the same for all of us
at the start.

It's about building trust.

But I'm not new any more.

No, but you're newer.

You just need a few more battle scars.

I have them.

I just choose not to display them.

Well, we think you're wonderful.

And we couldn't manage without you.

And your knowledge of bundt
is quite unsurpassed.

Remember dancing to this?

Ripped By mstoll

Even you wouldn't mind pushing that.

It's handsome, all right.

Rita was saying with the mail order,
you pay for it in instalments.

We ain't getting in the red for a pram.

How else are we going to manage it?

Cause you ain't bringing nothing in.

Ain't my fault the docks
are slowing down.

- You've got to try harder.
- You've got to want less.

I just mean things are tight.

I ain't asking for a week in Paris.

It's a pram.

A new system.

Help us get the most
out of every day and ourselves.

Each coloured pin represents
you and your patient visits.

We can see straight away
if we're covering the same patch.

Nurse Mount, you're on district with me.

You're yellow.

Not my best colour.

I'm blue.

Efficiency, ladies. We need to do more
and we need to do it faster.

Why not simply give us
radio transmitters

so we can telegraph our whereabouts.

There are people in Poplar
falling through the cracks.

I've persuaded the borough council
to provide a number of home helps.

So, when you're on your visits, make
a note of anyone you feel cannot call.

We'll put their names forward and see
if we can't make life a little easier.

Mission accepted.

Quite so.

Oh, and while I've got you,

we have visitors of many lands
now amongst us,

and I thought we might equip ourselves
with languages

to serve them better.

I had hoped to find a class in Urdu,
or Punjabi,

but these have eluded me.

However, there is a module
in Spanish starting this evening.

Anyone who wants to join me,
I shall be leaving at 7 o'clock.

Sharp.

Half the day's gone, Johnny.

There's men down at the docks
from dawn waiting to take work,

and you're still half asleep.

There is no work.

Fill it. Present your side of things.

And this is mine.

Midwife calling.

Them tramps are back again.

They ain't doing no harm.

A decent man don't live on charity.

He goes out and finds work.

I'll pop the kettle on.

- Finch?
- Yes.

Fitz?

- Basson?
- Sir.

Tinder, Watts and the Jeremy brothers.
That's it.

We want you to have baby at home,
but if your blood pressure remains high,

we'll have to bring you in.

It would be a relief.

Oh, Mrs Beckett...

Oh, please don't be upset.

The thought of baby's daunting,
but you're not alone.

I'm talking about having no home.

In the past six months, Johnny's
brought in next to nothing in shifts,

now I'm living off what my sister
can send us.

I don't know how we'll make next rent.

Have you applied
for national assistance?

He won't beg.

But the assistance board's there
for hard times.

My father's parish serves
the docks in Liverpool.

And he's referred many men to the board
in recent years.

There's work for those who wants it.

The man I married,

he would have died for his family.

But,

Johnny ain't the same no more.

Some men are overwhelmed
by the thought of fatherhood.

There ain't no time to be overwhelmed.

Well done, Connie.

Yes!

Here's your beautiful
little son, Connie.

What'd I tell you?
You made that look easy.

Just like your mum,
when I delivered you.

I wish she were here now.

She'd be very proud of you, Connie.

And her little grandson.

I heard crying,
I couldn't wait any longer.

Oh, Connie...

We got a little boy, Frankie.

We are not yet done, Mr Manley,

and until we are this is my delivery
room, and you will knock.

Sorry, Sister,
but I do so want to see him.

One quick look and then out, please.

We're going to be putting baby
to the breast.

Oh, he's just perfect, Connie.

He's just perfect.

We haven't slept,
we've been that nervous.

No need for nerves, your wife
can take all this in her stride.

Isn't that right, Connie?

I hope so, Sister.

Good evening. Buenos noches a todos.

And welcome, everyone.

I'd like to welcome Phyllis.

- Ms Crane...
- Hola, Phyllis.

Let's begin. The verb ser.

- Yo soy.
- Yo soy.

- T� eres.
- T� eres.

- �l, ella es.
- �l, ella es.

- Nosotros, nosotras somos.
- Nosotros, nosotras somos.

- Vosotros, vosotras sois.
- Vosotros, vosotras sois.

Might I say, what lovely accents
you young people have.

Past tense.

Oh, I've missed that sound.

Ah, I'm glad you could make it, Tommy.

Hola, Tommy.

- May I?
- Oh...

I don't believe
I've seen you here before.

Tommy Smith.

Oh, Phyllis Crane.

Ellos, ellas fueron.

Ole!

I can't be the only one
drinking Campari.

I told my class my complexion was purely
down to the lemons in my lemonade.

I must live as I teach.

Do we get a mention in that letter home?

It's more to do with
my father's experience

with the national assistance board.

Advice to help Mrs Beckett.

She and her husband
are having quite the struggle.

How dreadfully dull for your parents.

Wouldn't they rather hear about
your exciting London life?

Excitement is what parents want
for other people's daughters.

When I used to help my father
on his visits,

he would introduce me as Barbara,

his parish assistant.

Oh.

Black mark, Mr Gilbert, in my book.

It's quite all right. It's just his way.

Though I suppose when I was younger,
I did wish he might say,

"This is Barbara, my daughter."

So, weather mixed, work splendid.

Social injustices still rife,
no accidents, injuries or boyfriends.

Well goodnight, Mr Smith.

May I ask, se�ora or se�orita?

It's Miss.

Buenas noches, se�orita Crane.

Oh, buenas noches.

�Puedo acompa�arte a casa?

Now you've lost me, I'm afraid.

May I walk you home?

Thank you, but I have my motor car.

Might I drop you somewhere?

I would miss the night air of spring.

I'm a fl�neur, Miss Crane.

Hopeless romantic, strolling through
London as if seeing anew at every turn.

Oh, we can always roll the windows down.

Hope to see you at the next class.

I should like that.

It's got spring suspension,

and an anti-tip device
and look at that brake.

I mean, you'd think it was ivory.

We'll be the pride
of the street with this.

I'm so happy for you, Mrs Beckett.

For both of you.

And me cursing him like I was,

I can be harsh, can't I, nurse?

You've had an awful lot on your plate.

Yeah, you were right.

It was all it is, about the baby.
But he's getting his shifts again.

We're going to be all right.

And your blood pressure agrees.

He won't stay on the breast.

He will, if you give him time.

Can't I try him on a bottle of formula?
Please, Sister.

I know you're struggling,
but we can't give up.

This is colostrum, it's the first fluid.

Nothing like it on Earth,
certainly not in formula.

It's packed with goodness, and you don't
want him missing out on that, do you?

We can top him up with a little water
in the meantime.

But we must keep trying.

Now, come on.

Relax... That's it.

We want the very best for baby,
don't we?

So sorry. Excuse me. If I could just...

Excuse me.

Shift it, gents!

Thank you, Florrie.

You're busy today.

Busy every day, dear.

Are they the cooling powders?

Tell her to rub just a little
on baby's gums.

It will help with the teething pain.

It'll help with keeping me sane.

My granddaughter cries like a sea nymph.

I'll see she gets it.

- Ta, love.
- Bye.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me.

Oh, Mr Beckett. Hello.

Nurse.

Early finish.

Of course.

Ain't you got no home to go to?

Never know in a man
make a pint last longer.

Nurse.

I wouldn't want my wife to get
the wrong idea, you understand.

I wouldn't want her worried.

Baby Travers is making good weight gain
now her colic has cleared.

Ah, just the person.

How are we getting along with
baby Manley?

Is he latching more successfully?

Not yet. A little more time
and we'll get there.

Perhaps we should encourage formula,

if matters continue
for another day or so.

Shall I include her on my list
of mothers not breastfeeding?

No need to put Mrs Manley on the list.

She wants to keep trying,
I've every confidence in her.

Meantime we're topping him up
with water.

- Hola.
- Hola, se�ora.

Hola.

Oh.

Well, hope it's nothing serious.

He may have a weakness in the chest,
that's why he wears those odd sweaters.

I think that's the fashion.

What a shame about tonight, Mr Smith.

Tommy, please.

Will your wife have kept you back
some tea?

I lost my wife many years ago.

I am sorry.

That was careless of me.

Miss Crane,

as two scholars in want of a lesson,

may I suggest we attempt it ourselves.

Perhaps over a cup of tea?

And, if the mood takes us,
a slice of cake?

Well, given that I've put aside
this evening, I don't see why not.

And please, it's Phyllis.

Take care. See you tomorrow.

Thank you very much.

You make soup for the tramps
every night?

Soup's a loose term.

I make something hot and wet
for the poor devils.

Every night?

Everyone deserves one meal a day.

Tom.

What do you do when you learn something
about one parishioner

that another has a right to know,

but knowing would probably cause
quite a bit of upset?

I deal with confidences every day.
There's no need to be quite so cryptic.

One of my patients.

Her husband's not been working and she
has high blood pressure with the worry.

And now she things he's back in work,
and she's so relieved.

But he's not working.

He's in a pub all day.

Well, I've never been thanked
for interfering in a marriage.

I can't just stand by.

You're quite the warrior, aren't you?

I thought cleanliness
was close to godliness.

Apparently not.

I would have like to have
travelled more, I suppose.

But work got in the way?

I love nursing, but yes. It leaves
little time for a private life.

You must see the Spanish coast.

I went there several years ago.

Just a smatter of fishing villages,
really.

But the warmth,
smell of the flowers at night...

It was magical.

Do you have a motorcar?

I couldn't justify it.

It is an expense,
but it's freedom, Tommy.

The Great North Road,
a picnic and a fine day.

Rivals anything the Mediterranean
can offer.

I'll hold you to that,
the next fine day.

You had a drink?

Just with the lads.

Good for you.

Back on track, aren't we?

Our little family.

Rita was showing me this cart and before
you say anything, it's not dear.

Now you've got your shifts back,
we know where we are.

Nurse Crane, I've Mr Danvers
and Miss Lane down for home health.

Bravo, Nurse Mount.

Long may these Spanish lessons continue.

Have you ever known Nurse Crane
speak so little?

Yet say so much?

Mr Gibson,

I don't mean to interrupt you.

Keeping well, sir?

Fit as a butcher's dog, Mrs Beckett.

What dock's Johnny on?
He forgot his dinner.

I can't be no help to you.

I don't follow you, sir.

I just want to know what dock
Johnny's on.

Look, there's been a confusion.

Johnny don't work here.

But we got his shifts back.

No, no. I'm afraid not.

Your Johnny's been telling lies.

Go home, Mrs Beckett.

But he must be back.

He bought the pram...

Mrs Beckett?

Oh, good God...
Someone fetch one of the sisters!

I don't understand
how he's losing weight.

I'm doing all I can.

It's perfectly normal
for a little while after birth.

You'll see him start putting it back on.

Hmm.

Connie, is it still difficult
for you, feeding?

I've just got to keep going with it,
is all.

Like Sister Evangelina says,
it gets easier.

It does.

Not always for everyone.

You would say, wouldn't you,
if you needed help?

The milk's where the goodness is.

It's, it's where my baby gets
his best start in life from.

I just got to get on with it, is all.
Like Mum did.

I want to do this right, Sister.

I, I want to be
the best mother I can be.

Well, you don't have to manage alone.

I'm here if you need
a little more support.

I'd best see to him, Sister.

Excuse me. I need to get through.

Mr Beckett!

You must go home. Your wife's collapsed.

She's all right. She's resting now.

But she collapsed at Mr Gibson's.

Oh, strike me down. You told her!

You told her I weren't working.
You had no right!

She came to the dock
to bring you your lunch.

My only concern is the health
of your wife and baby.

If you knew how hard I tried...

Mr Beckett, please, talk to your wife.

What, tell her I worked like a slave
for Billy Gibson

and shifted fortune in every year
in what I lifted,

same as me dad, same as his,

and now he's put me out
like I'm no better than a dog?

Now, how do I tell my wife that?

It's the truth.

What other way can you tell it?

I wanted
to get straight back up,

I just don't have the energy tonight.

My batteries are run down.

It's me who's having the baby,
for crying out loud!

It's just a dip.

We've got each other,
that's all that matters.

How, if you ain't got
the backbone to work?

How'd you buy the pram?

Don't matter.

You pawned it, didn't you?

Your docker's hook.

How are you going
to get work without it?

I'm sorry.

That ain't enough
for more than a deposit.

We don't even own that pram!

Oh, God, Johnny!

I'll sort it. I'll take care of us!

I'm sorry, it's not my place,
but Mrs Beckett,

we have to think
of your blood pressure, please!

Both of you sit down, please!

We need to be calm.

You heard the nurse.

Get out.

What are you talking about?

Mrs Beckett, that's not...

This ain't your business!

My blood pressure's all 'cause of you.

You, you ain't making no sense.

I've got another life in here.

I can only carry this, my baby,
I can't carry you and all!

You ain't no good for me!

I want you gone.

Er...

Move! Come on,
what's the matter with you?

It's good of you to come by.
Now, you be sure to give her our best.

Er, actually, I'm here about Mr Beckett.

It's just... It's a terrible struggle
for them at the moment.

I think that Mrs Beckett's health is
suffering because Johnny has no work.

I don't take petitions, nurse.

You see this place?
Industry, not charity.

But, surely, three generations
of one family's labour

must count for something?

Johnny's labour?

We'd find him asleep through his shifts.

Curled up like a stray
in the haulage crates.

Well, perhaps
he was just under the weather.

Yeah, and perhaps he was work-shy.

The docks are brutal,
and I need men that's fit for them.

Now, if you need a worthy cause, Miss,

I suggest you find a seamen's mission.

Men give you their lives, Mr Gibson.

At least respect them,
even if you won't protect them.

I think it was when we were
at the community centre

- I really don't think so...
- Am I disturbing you?

Not at all.

It's just I couldn't help hearing
your gramophone the other evening.

Oh, were we too loud again?

No, that's by the by, for now.

No, I'd wondered if you'd show me
how to use it.

There's a long-playing record
I'd like to hear.

Oh, how thoroughly romantic.

No, it's simply to put me
in the Latin mindset.

- For the Spanish.
- Of course.

Then I'll do better then show it to you.

I'll play it for you.

I'm so glad you found something
you enjoy so much.

We all need more than just our work.

I sometimes think there must have been
a terrible hole in my life

before Keep Fit.

Charming. Those were probably
the evenings you spent with me.

They weren't.

Oh, can I interest anyone in
a barley sugar?

Oh, yes, please.

You know, I rather envy you.

You live life as you please.

You have your motorcar, your work
and now a genuine passion.

And no-one ever bothers you with endless
questions about when you'll marry

and why you don't have
a gentleman friend.

Oh, we must always live as we please,

as long as no-one gets hurt
in the process.

Recklessness is quite another matter.

But these are wonderful days, girls.

Go out there and take hold of them!

You're not given opportunities,

you grab them with both hands.

I'd adore to.

I thoroughly enjoy my class,

but it feels a little like grandmother
hen has landed in a nest of chicks.

Well, I hope those chicks
know that grandmother

has two deadly midwives on her side.

- Put 'em up! Put 'em up!
- You're very kind.

But there's no need.

I did wonder,

might it be possible for you to

polish me, a little?

Just a touch of powder.

Something around the eyes, perhaps.

Nothing dramatic.

Phyllis, you look quite magnificent.

I'm sure I don't know why.

Mind you, this is a new cardigan.

Shall we?

Actually, there's something
I wanted to ask you,

before we get caught up in the class.

Of course, what is it?

I have a half-day coming up.

Now, I can't promise the weather,

but I can promise you a good sandwich
and a flask of tea.

I think, with a fair run,
we could get to Rutland

and still be back before dark.

I shall pay the petrol, of course.

We should go Dutch.

Then I shall buy us supper.

The service station at Watford Gap.

I've been itching for an excuse
to try their restaurant.

So, it's a yes, then, is it?

Only if I can get us tickets
for the flamenco performance

at the class next week.

My diary's getting rather full.

So is mine.

Sister, come quick, please.
It's my Connie, she's in a bad way.

I told you not to call no-one!
I told you I was managing.

But you know
you can't feed him!

Connie, please, let me help.

What kind of mother can't feed
her own baby?

You're bleeding.

Connie, all right now.

We're going to stop this.

This isn't fair on you.

No, I've got to keep trying.

You've tried.

Maybe your nipples...

Perhaps the inversion's
still making it difficult.

May I?

When did you last change him?

Hours ago. He's been as good as gold.

That's because he's dehydrated.

His fontanelle's depressed.

His mouth's parched.
He needs fluids now.

Bring me a clean spoon, some sugar
and some boiling water.

I won't have him
on that charlatan's milk.

Connie, what are you talking about?

You know what the Sister says
about formula.

"All a baby needs is what
his mother can give him."

If I can't give him nothing,
what good am I?

Connie, listen to me.

Baby needs fluids
and he needs them quickly.

So, we're going to put aside
all of those other thoughts

and focus on what is best
for your little boy.

Do you understand?

Steady.

This way, Doctor!

He's just around here.

All right.

We found him like this.

He's breathing, but he won't wake up.

We need an ambulance, right away.

And bring something to keep him warm.
Hurry!

Like the magpie,

I am enamoured of all things shiny.

How about you be enamoured
of all that is yet to be tidied.

Might I have a word, Sister?
In private, please.

Well, the magpie, give it a go.

It may.

There's much to do, Sister,
so snap to it, if you would.

- I've just been with Mrs Manley...
- And how's she doing?

Mrs Manley cannot breastfeed.

We know it's difficult,
particularly with the first baby,

but we just have to keep trying.

Well, no-one could have tried harder.

So hard, in fact, she's bleeding.

Yet still she won't consider formula

because she thinks it makes her
a bad mother.

You put her straight, I hope.

In fact, I'll go do so myself now.

I'm afraid your opinions
got there first, Sister.

Whatever do you mean?

She refuses to consider anything
other than the breast.

But that isn't what I meant!

Unfortunately, that was the implication.

I didn't mean that!

Another day and baby would have been
seriously dehydrated.

I'm sorry, Sister,
but you have such influence.

Please take care how you use it.

Johnny
has regained consciousness.

He's been able to talk to the doctors.

But he is very poorly, Mrs Beckett.

He has pneumonia.

Oh...

I didn't know what you
was gonna say then.

Pneumonia.
It's the dust down at the docks.

He just needs a vapour bath.

The chest specialist is treating Johnny,

but he is concerned
there may be some underlying cause.

Your husband mentioned to staff
he'd been exceedingly tired

for a good while.

Well, that will go, won't it?

With the treatment?

The London are going to run
some further tests.

I should like to go to him, Doctor.

If I might suggest you go this evening,

the consultant may have
some of the test results back.

I'll go with you, Mrs Beckett. It will
fit in quite well with my rounds.

Your husband said I could come up.

I tried so hard.
Honestly, I did, Sister.

I wanted to do it like you said.

I wanted to be like my mum.

I wanted to do it right.

But look at me.

He's almost died of thirst 'cause of me.

I put his little life in danger.

No, no.

No, it wasn't you that put him
in danger.

I'm so...

I am so sorry.

I'm not family, I'm just a neighbour.

I sit with her when I can.

Mother, you came!

She don't half get confused.

Old age comes to some
sooner than others.

Mrs Smith.

We have you on our list as a possible
beneficiary of the Home Help service.

- I thought you were going to France.
- No, love.

Does Mrs Smith live alone?

No, she has husband.

Oh, I shall add that to her notes.

He does what he can,
but it's ever such a strain.

I mean, one minute she knows him,
the next she thinks he's

a boy who stole her sweets at school.

Nurse calling.

Oh, hello.

Good afternoon, Nurse Mount,
to what do we owe the pleasure?

You weren't assigned to this visit.

But the yellow pin on the map
says otherwise.

Hmm, well, yellow pin, blue pin...

Mrs Smith seems to be suffering
from senile dementia.

Perhaps you could pop by
the telephone box

and ask Dr Turner to drop in
on his rounds.

I'd like his opinion
so we can see how best to help.

- Of course.
- I'm back.

Oh, you must be Mrs Smith's husband.

Yes, I am.

We're here to assess your wife

with the view to providing home help
for her and for you.

This is my colleague,
Nurse Crane and she...

Nurse Crane and I are,
in fact, acquainted.

We attend Spanish classes together.

That is of no consequence.

Mrs Smith's wellbeing clearly is.

- Please, let me explain.
- No explanation is required, Mr Smith.

Everything is perfectly clear.

Could I buy you a cup of tea?

We have a great deal to do
and no time for tea.

I shan't ask you a thing about it.

But you don't have to pretend
nothing's happened.

We all do that too much of the time
and it's utterly exhausting.

I'm really happy with my life,
Nurse Mount.

It is exactly as I want it.

But, for a moment, perhaps,
I saw something else.

Something I neither expected nor sought.

And I liked it.

It was very kind of you,
the offer of tea.

I wish it weren't him who told me.

The consultant?

What a cold man.

Talking about my Johnny like,
like he was a stranger, not my husband.

What did he call it?

Cancer of the blood?

Leukaemia.

But we've got a baby coming.

You should go to him.

Be with your husband and say
all that you want to say to him.

I'm sorry, Johnny!

I'm sorry!

All those things I said.

Oh, God, Johnny.

I wish I could go back.

Let me go back! Please, let me go back.

You can't leave us.

I love you.

I want my family.

I can't have this baby without him.

You're not going to be alone.

I mean I won't have it without him.

How long until I'm due? A week, two?

About that,
but the dates are never exact.

Johnny's got days to live
and he must see this baby

so I need it to come now.

You can make it come.

We would only induce a mother
if her health was at risk.

My heart is breaking.

Ain't that risk enough?

You promised me you'd get me through.

Well, now I'm asking.

Will you stand by your word?

I will.

I will stand by my word.

I want to ask permission to go away.

For six months, at least.

- To the motherhouse?
- No.

I want to spend time
with an enclosed order.

The Sisters
of the Blessed Infant Christ.

But the Sisters of the Blessed
Infant Christ are very austere.

Silence is kept throughout the day.

I need to be somewhere where the only
being I can speak to is a higher one.

I've got so wrapped up in my work

I've forgotten my calling.

To be a vessel for God.

To do His work.

I've, I've got to start listening again.

Connie tried to tell me
she couldn't breastfeed.

I thought I knew best.

My way or no way.

Well, we both know how I am.

I'm all mouth and He knows that too.

This is not a decision
you can make alone.

At the very least you will need
permission from Mother Jesu Emmanuel.

Please speak to her on my behalf.

I will come back if that's what
He wants, but speak to her.

- Sister...
- Please.

Nurse Crane!

Oh...

A distressed gentleman
wishes to speak with you.

I beg your pardon?

A Mr

Smith.

Oh, erm, tell him I'm not at home.

He awaits you in the front hall.

I don't wish to see him.

And I do not like greens,
yet they are very good for me.

I asked if you were married,
you said you were widowed.

I said I'd lost my wife.

Well, don't stoop to semantics.

For five years
she hasn't known who I am.

No matter what I've tried,
I couldn't reach her.

It was as if she'd died.

As if we both had.

Those classes have been my happiness.

Meeting you, well,
it lifted me, Phyllis.

Gave me something
I thought I'd lost forever.

I'm sorry for your loss.

But the facts are the facts, and we can
escape them no more than your wife can.

I thought we were friends.

Well, I don't need another friend.

You've made a fool out of me, Mr Smith.

Don't come here again.

Mr Beckett has days left. At best.

He will never see his child.

There's no medical reason to induce baby

and Mrs Beckett's blood pressure
is now regulated.

But she has a history of it.

Wouldn't that be reason enough?

No obstetrician would hear of it.

Obstetricians will never be satisfied

until women are entirely absent
from the sacrament of birth.

Dr Turner has always been happy for us
to expedite labour.

When a mother is past her term!

Mrs Beckett must be very close now.

The dates can be a little hazy.

We know our ways work.

Bath, oil and enema
to bring on the contractions.

A man is dying.

We must ask ourselves,

is it right to put Mrs Beckett
through a traumatic procedure

when her husband may pass away
before the baby is delivered?

To give false hope

when perhaps she should use
these last precious hours

to be at his bedside.

You are unusually silent, sister.

What miracle is this?

Forgive me, Sister, but

we don't just deliver babies.

We build families!

Isn't hope for that, however faint,
better than none at all?

If you believe this is what is best for
your patient, then we will support you.

But

it is a great responsibility.

Mr Beckett may pass
before the baby is born.

And I worry about that burden for you.

And it won't be hers alone.

I'll work with her.

I want to try to build this family.

What will I do?

Pray for me?

Stella, we're trying to trick your body
into thinking labour's started.

The castor oil we gave you last night
irritates the bowel.

That can start contractions.

The enema will do the same.

Then, you'll take a hot bath
to help you relax,

the heat intensifies the effects
of the castor oil.

He's not on his own.

Is he?

Dr Turner is with him.

Johnny is waiting for this baby.

And I promise you

he will see it.

Doc...

How much wrong is it?

Not with Stella?

The very opposite.

Your wife is in the maternity home.

And everything's going so well
I'm quite redundant.

I heard you're a Spurs fan.

So I thought I might try to keep you
posted on how the cup goes.

We've run for the double.

Well, you'd better keep
your strength up, Johnny.

We have a long Saturday ahead of us.

It must be coming.

The cramps.

The cramps are from the castor oil.

Your contractions haven't started yet.

Try to relax, Stella.

Dr Turner wonders
if there is any progress.

We're still in the early stages.

We need to hurry things along.

Stretch and sweep.

We're just going to feel
what baby's up to.

We need to do a little more
to bring on contractions.

I'm going to gently stretch your cervix

and then I'm going to ease away
the membranes holding baby.

Oh, God.

The procedure will release a hormone
that will start your contractions.

Now, another deep breath.

Well done!

We're about four fingers dilated.

That's very good.

This should move things along for us.

Another deep breath.

That's it, breathe out.

Think about Johnny meeting his baby.

Think only of that.

My old man

used to take me to the games.

His old man took him.

I got so much

in here.

But my child won't know it.

Come on, Johnny!

Kick-off's nearly here.

You are going to tell your little
son or daughter that Spurs won the cup.

Stay with us.

Your baby is coming.

That's it.

Keep moving.

It's bringing on the contractions.

Come on.
Come on, you've got to see your daddy.

Ooh.

Very soon you're going to be on your way
to the London, with your baby.

Keep going, Stella.

That's it! That's the one!

Baby's coming!

Just breathe.
Breathe through the contractions.

Tell them.

I love her.

You'll tell them yourself

because you're staying with us.
Do you hear me?

I can't protect 'em.

How...

What will happen

to my baby?

Your baby will have an amazing mother.

One who is moving Heaven and Earth
to get to you today.

And you will be here waiting for her.
Do you hear me?

- That's it, keep pushing!
- I can't.

That's it! You can do it.

I've got nothing left.

Stella, Johnny is waiting.

He's waiting for you and your baby.

Now I know you have it,
but you need to find it.

You need to find your fighting spirit

because baby is coming.

That's it, Stella!
One big push, that's it.

Come on, Stella, push!

Yes, that's it, keep going!

Nearly there, nearly there!

Gentle breaths.

That's it!

Head's born.

We have him.

Stella, you have a son.

Johnny, you must hang on!

Whatever strength you have,
hold on, man!

Hello, little one.

That's it.

You came.

You came in time to meet your daddy.

Mrs Beckett, he's wonderful.

I'll have an ambulance standing by,
once you've delivered the placenta.

Thank you.

Johnny.

Here he is, my love.

This is your daddy.

Remember him.

Please. Remember him.

Our son.

John.

John.

Another Beckett at the docks.

I love you both.

I wanna stay.

Ah, Nurse Mount, just the person.

We've good news from the Council.

They are providing twenty home helps.

I should be pushing them for more.

Super!

You deserve the night off.

If we got what we deserved,

I'd be driving the Daimler SP250

with Gene Kelly on hand
to change my tyres.

Well, I can't manage that,

but I can cover the telephone
so you can go to your Spanish class.

I visited Mrs Smith
to arrange for Dr Turner to see her.

I witnessed great care for Mr Smith, but

he could have been anyone
for all she knew him.

He might as well be a widower. Poor man.

But he's not.

I'm sure it takes a terrific strength
to manage as he does at home

and still find a passion for the world.

And it would take

a very long time to build
the trust to share

such a painful and private truth.

Esta occupado?

I said, "Is this seat taken?"

You came!

For the flamenco, that's all.

Poor souls. Falling through the
cracks, but no one there to catch them.

You're there, ain't ya?

I'm just one man, Mrs Beckett.

They need an army.

A good man's an army by himself.

He has your husband's smile.

He does, doesn't he?

I thought I couldn't bear
to be on my own.

Thought that would be
the worst in all this.

But I don't feel alone.

Not with little John.

I'll pick my job up again
when he's older.

We'll manage.

Dear girl.

I'm more sorry than I can say.

He was a fine man.

He was.

And I should have taken greater care.

You made me look to myself, Nurse.

Not before time.

You don't need to listen to my regrets.
So I'll say it how I speak best.

It's not a king's ransom,

but it will see a little prince right.

You put this back where it belongs, eh?

To Johnny.

To Johnny.

To Johnny.

In the future, Barbara,

don't listen to me.

A warrior was just what
the Becketts needed.

You know far more about marriage
than I do.

It was a world
promising all that we could desire,

newer, better, brighter.

We put our faith in the dreams
they sold,

in the machines to save us labour,
clothes to make us more alluring,

furnishings to give us greater comfort

yet the one thing we could not do
without, could never be bought.

No matter how generous the terms.

And it was love.

Love, in all its forms,

precious, fragile and enduring.

The priceless gift
that made our lives worthwhile.

Invisibly upholding us,

demanding no repayment,

offered in silence,

more precious than gold.

I appear to have won a meal
in an Indian restaurant.

Oh, how exotic!

Come with me, then.

I mean, it's not going out, going out.

How do you know it isn't
going out, going out?

Is there any chance at all
that you might be pregnant?

There are things you can do.

Send me to a butcher in a back alley?

What's the matter?

Mrs Monica, would you
go call an ambulance, please?

It's the only time
I've seen those pink spots.

Typhoid.

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