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We were moving
from a time of guessing,

of old wives' tales and superstition,

to one of statistics, data.

Suddenly, everything seemed to have
a price, a weight, a value.

Life and even death

began to be measured
in percentages and probability.

Ta-da! Hot off the press.

Is that the health report?

I feel a drum roll is in order.

Well, shall we see how we fared?

Thought it might at least be
the new James Bond novel.

Far more exciting.

Patrick Turner, GP,
licensed to practise medicine

and secret agent, Shelagh Turnova,
save Poplar from ill health and disease.

That's it, ladies.

If we want to reduce,
we must keep moving!

And make sure you all have enough room.

No injuries tonight, please.

That's it!

Oh, sorry!

And everybody sitting.

Bottoms firmly on the floor.

And arms up and arms down.

And now we raise our legs
as if we're pedalling a bicycle.

Keeping the arms moving,
and pedal, and pedal.

Oh, sorry, Miss Franklin!

My bikes got a puncture.

You may dismount.

Just this once, Mrs Buckle.

And pedal, and pedal...

36 deaths from neoplasms of the lung.

Patrick, that's cancer.

Makes the timing
of my chest clinic rather relevant.

Hopefully, we can put right some of
the damage of Poplar's bad air.

"Bad air"?
Do you read the Lancer?

- They say smoking causes tumours.
- One school of thought.

- Supported by the government.
- Thank you.

We're also better at diagnosing,
these days.

In itself, that appears
to lead to an increase in numbers.

Oh, not here, Nurse.
Not in front of the gents.

It's my you-know-what.

Take a seat, Mrs Cadmen.

It's got to stop.

We can't have women
too embarrassed to handle the samples

because men are present.

I'm rather more disappointed
at being given urine as a gift.

I think the men are quite
a comfort to their wives.

Well, they're no comfort to me.

Ah, gentlemen, we're short of space.

If you'd repair to the corridor.

Please come through, Mrs Dawley.

Can you manage, my dear?

Today, if you would, Mr Dawley.

I was hearing about how
the baby shouldn't sleep on its back.

In case it gets sick.

And it got me to thinking,

what would make it sick?

Oh, there are lots of little things.

All babies get gripes and upsets.

Such as what, Nurse?

Have you had a little look
at the pamphlet I gave you?

I misplaced it.

I'll get you another one.

But wind, over-feeding.

They're very common, Mrs Dawley.

You mustn't worry.

But who do I telephone,
if it does get sick?

Us, Mrs Dawley.

Any time, day or night.

Even if you have plumped
for a hospital delivery over us.

Cos they keep you in for 10 days,

till they're quite sure
you're ready to be at home,

and till they're sure baby's ready, too.

You and baby will be a pair.

You'll be ready together.

That's the spirit!

I can feel the pounds falling off!

Oh, well, you always were an optimist.

Hey, do you reckon I can sign up?

- Eh?
- Oh, yeah.

I could get myself a new vest.

Look at this, look, look, look.

Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh, Fred!

- You all right?
- Oh! Oh, no!

Oh, I can't move! It's my back.

Oh! Oh, dear. Oh!

You do that beautiful.

Fred's mum always did the flowers.

It's where he got
his love of incense and whatnot.

Oh!

What do they say these days about baby?

I don't quite know.
Not got to it just yet.

Sir says I'm to come each day
when the baby's here.

Keep the house
the way it's always been.

Something so small can't make
so much mess can it, Mrs Dash?

That little scrap's gonna be the biggest
thing that ever came into your life.

But, better get on now, Mrs Dawley.

What a gentleman you look.

It's not too elaborate, the waistcoat?

I'm hoping the church
on Isherwood Lane will take my incense.

Did you drink your milk?

Pint and a half a day.
For the calcium.

Mother swore by it,
and I'm fit as a flea.

Even at this grand old age.

Whatever you wish.

Mrs Dash says she's to come more often.

You don't mind, do you?

I like her coming. It's company.

You spend too much time
with me and Mrs Dash.

A pair of old slippers when
you should have dancing shoes.

Who else would tell me stories?

Tell me where frankincense came from

or the myrrh oil Christ was washed in?

I'm blessed, Roseanne, with you.

And now I've a child.

Now, very slowly, straighten up.

Oh! Argh, ow!

It's a nasty spasm in your back.

We'll need something flat and strong,
ideally a door.

Can't you just give her some pills?

To go under the mattress.

We need to keep the back supported.
Now, rest and Aspirin.

And perhaps some mentholatum ointment
when the pain has subsided a little.

What kind of door?

- Any door.
- Handle on or off?

Mrs Buckle will be lying on it,
not opening it, Fred.

Not my bathroom door!

We may be married,
but I do still have my dignity.

So rest overnight then, Doctor?

Mrs Buckle, you will need to rest
for a week.

Perhaps two.

A back spasm is a warning shot,
we ignore it at our peril.

But I've got the shop.

- And it must wait.
- Oh!

O-L-D.

Oh!

Oh!

Not yet, please. I'm not ready.

The pain! Help me!

Ah, Mrs Dawley, 15 Lintel Street.
I have you.

Now, try to breathe, Mrs Dawley.

Oh, it hurts so much.

The midwife said three weeks.

There's water all over my settee,
from down there.

Is there someone with you, Mrs Dawley?

No. There's no-one. I'm alone.

Now, breathe through it.

I'm going to stay on
the telephone till it's passed,

and then I'm going
to come straight to you.

Well, all right, Mrs Dawley.
Now, is the front door unlocked?

The spare's under the mat.
Please come!

I'll be with you in five minutes.
Stay exactly where you are.

We've been caught out,
in terms of the rota.

Everyone's on rounds
and Mrs Dawley's three weeks early.

Now, you're simply
to answer the telephone.

If a patient calls, go straight to
the maternity home for Nurse Mount.

- Are you clear?
- Crystal. Now go.

Our consumption of milk has run
away with us since you arrived.

Your bones must have
the strength of oxen.

I do like a milky brew.

Don't fail me now.

- Oh, oh, oh, ow!
- Sorry, sorry.

Oh! Oh!

- You gonna be all right on the settee?
- Yes, of course I am.

Now, if you need anything at all...

You just ring that bell, I'm on call.

I'd kiss you if I could move.

Ow!

- Nonnatus House.
- Its Roseanne Dawley.

Where's the midwife?
She said she'd be here.

Midwife's on her way, Mrs Dawley.

She'll be with you any moment now.

Oh, Lord, help me.
It feels like I'm gonna burst.

- I can't hold on!
- Oh, cripes!

Sister Monica Joan,
I need you to fetch me a midwife.

We are quite alone, and you
are simply to answer the telephone.

I need you to go to the maternity home
and fetch Nurse Mount.

I am not to be trusted
with clinical matters.

We have an emergency.
Please fetch a midwife.

I shall go at once.

Midwife's on her way.

I'm going to stay on the telephone
with you until she gets to you.

There's no need to worry, Mrs Dawley.

Oh, Lord, help me.

I'm bleeding!

- Help me!
- Think. Think.

Help me!

Listen to me now, Roseanne.

I'm right here.

Now, I need you kneeling down.
Can you do that?

Yes.

I'm scared!

I'm so afraid.

Don't be.

Everything will be all right.

It's all right, Roseanne.
You're doing brilliantly.

Wait for the contraction to pass.
Try and breathe through it.

Look, can you reach a towel,
or a blanket, anything like that?

There's nothing.

Help me! Help me!

Where is she?

You said she was coming,
she should be here.

Midwife is coming. She's on her way.

I need you to take off your cardigan,
or anything loose you have on.

Baby will need it.

Something's coming out.

God, it's coming!

Roseanne, breathe.

We need to slow baby down.

I need you to breathe very gently,
little breaths.

Do that for me now.

Roseanne, this is very important,
it's to protect baby. Now breathe!

You're doing so, so well, Roseanne.

Real deep, in and out.

- Very gently now.
- I can't do this.

I can't have this baby.

You're doing brilliantly, Roseanne.

Focus on your breathing, in and out.

In and out.

Roseanne?

Talk to me.

Let me know you're still there.

Roseanne?

It's out.

It's not moving.

Is baby breathing?

- Why won't it move?
- I need you to take hold of baby.

Careful, because he'll be slippery.

Do you have him?
Do you have baby?

Wipe his mouth, we need
to remove any fluid. Do that now.

The baby won't move.

It's me.
Oh, God, I'm done for.

Rub baby's back, good and firm.

Now, Roseanne. Right away.

- Good firm rub now.
- I've ruined it.

Roseanne, rub your baby now.

Come on, Roseanne. Baby needs you.

- It's not working.
- Keep going.

Keep going, till your baby breathes.
Come on, Roseanne.

Keep him warm, hold him to you.

Midwife's coming.

Roseanne, boy or girl?

Girl.

I've got a little girl.

Midwife. Mrs Dawley, I'm so sorry.

Well done, Roseanne.
Well done.

I'll take it from here, Nurse Busby.
Thank you.

You've been so brave.

Look at what you've managed.

You're a mother now, Roseanne.

Nurse Busby,

without your quick-thinking
and calmness,

today may have ended very differently.

I only did what you all do every day.

The difference is,
we've been trained for it.

I was a bit rusty, but those obstetric
lectures never leave you. Do they?

Not if you're taught by Mr Slade.

If they could bottle that man,
we could do away with gassing them.

A more numbing fellow
you couldn't find.

It's been ages since we had a BBA.

Born before arrival of a midwife.

BBB, born before bicycle.

Wretched things.
I don't know how you manage them.

Well, that's telephone duty sorted out.

I'll be washing my hair
and reading magazines from now on.

I have to admit, it's a lot more
rewarding than male surgical.

I have always assumed
the results of the male organ

to be more rewarding
than the organ, itself.

To Nurse Busby.

We could not wish
for a more trusted reserve.

Nurse Busby.

This little thing that we've created
is so entirely perfect.

I know what my mother meant
by not fully knowing love

or fear, until she had me.

Fred, I've spilt my water.

Oh, coming, my love.

Oh! Ow!

Although strictly a volunteer helper,

I'd hope to see my good work
reflected in this week's pocket money.

I'm sure you would.

Thank you for coming.

I know for some of you,
it took a great deal of effort.

This is Dr Turner's first chest clinic

for chronic pulmonary
and bronchial conditions.

Good day, Mr Phillips.

To help you manage with
a little more comfort at home.

And open wide, please.

Postural drainage, where the head
is lower than the lungs

is a simple, but effective way
to dislodge mucous

when it gathers in the lungs.

I didn't agree to this.

Think of it as a return
on your pocket money.

You may also supplement this treatment
with what we call "percussion".

Well, Mr Jeffries,

the bronchodilator has increased
airflow to your lungs by 20%.

I'd say that was worth coming in for.

Let's try again.

This little lady grows hungry.

I've tried. She doesn't want me.

Perseverance with a little help
from Mrs Grin-And-Bear-It.

I want her on the bottle.

That way I'll know
when she's had enough.

Try again, dear.

Baby will grow so much stronger
from what you can give her.

My mother swore
she could tell which babies

fed at the breast
and which at the bottle.

Might I trouble you
for a cup of tea, Mr Dawley?

Babies aren't an exact science.
A mother must trust her instinct.

Then I should like her on the bottle.

That way my husband
could help with feeding.

She settles so much better with him.

Would you take her, please?

Hmm. Ah.

Mr Phillips, I want you to reconsider
radiotherapy for your cancer.

Your consultant at the London
offered you it, and you've refused.

Will it cure me, Doc?

It will improve
the quality of your time.

And there's every chance
it will extend it.

Frank, you have a wife, young children.

Jane's young enough
to find someone else.

I won't leave my kids memories
of a sick man, getting sicker.

Your time will be better
with treatment.

I thought you asked me here
to give me a cure for this

cancer in my lungs,
something to make it better.

Hope, Frank. It's the best thing of all.

Says the man who's not dying.

I've made my peace.

Dr Turner.

You make a very handsome butler.

I make a very handsome 'haberdasherer'.

No, not the shop, Fred.

You wouldn't have
a clue about haberdashery.

We are a nation of shopkeepers,
Mrs Buckle.

It's in our blood.

- But you...
- No, the matter is closed.

Hello, ladies.
Yes, your eyes do not deceive you.

It is I, Fred Buckle,
of the Buckle Establishment.

And Mrs Buckle?

Attending to other business.

Now, how may I be of service?

- I've a fitting.
- Smashing.

Remind me of what kind of fitting.

Brassier...

I'm here for my monthlies.

Monthly what?

Hmm, ah.

Hmm, one moment, ladies.

Fred, I've only got a half day off.
I go on my rounds later.

- Half day's perfect, don't apologise.
- I'm not.

This is Miss Gilbert, my assistant.

She'll be attending to
your more, er, personal needs.

I'm on buttons, zips and collars.

- Assistant?
- A very senior one.

If you choose this fabric, you can have
a dress exactly like your mother's.

Two peas in a pod.

Mrs Dawley, my goodness,
you should be resting at home.

I wanted to come
for the cover for the pram.

My husband had one put by,
one in pink and one in blue

for which ever we had.

Of course, as long as you promise
to go straight home.

Put your feet up long as you can.

You won't get another holiday
from mothering, dear.

We heard about you, Mrs Dawley.

Takes some guts to manage how you did.

It's worth it, though.

Cos one day, you'll be standing
in this shop, proud as I am today,

and you'll look at your little girl
and you'll see yourself.

You'll show her the way, Mrs Dawley.

How is baby, Mrs Dawley?

She's perfect, Miss.

Well, she'll look it in this.

Now, home please, Mrs Dawley.
Your husband has settled already.

Bye-bye.

I've had a telephone call
from James McCadden.

He's carrying out a post-mortem
at the chest hospital today

and thought I might be
interested in attending.

Gosh, James knows how
to show a chap a nice time.

He always was a little macabre,
even when we studied together.

But he knows about our clinic
and thought it might be educational.

You're welcome to join us.

It's very kind, but, on this occasion,
I'll politely decline.

You're more than welcome, Mrs Marley.

What a team, eh, Nurse Gilbert?

We're like a well-oiled machine.

I was thinking more Laurel and Hardy.

Ah, I don't suppose
you're available tomorrow?

- No.
- How 'bout lunch hour?

No.

Mrs Dawley.

You still get queasy, Pat?

I don't know what you mean, James.

The coronary arteries were blocked.

And he had lung cancer?

Good God.
I've only seen them in textbooks.

Tar and tumours.

From those bloody cigarettes.

He was 45.

Smoked since he was 15, by all accounts.

So, you may want to tell
the patients in your clinic

no bronchodilator or drainage
technique will clear this up.

Oh!

I went back, but she'd gone.

Then you should have telephoned
the police, Mrs Dawley.

I knew she'd be safe.

The people in the shop,
they were so kind, so full of goodness.

You make it sound as though
leaving baby were a choice.

Hello?

They're a sight, aren't they,
Nurse Crane?

My two beautiful girls.

They are indeed, Mr Dawley.
You must be very proud.

Might you settle her down for us?

You shan't say anything
to Dennis, shall ya?

I must ask you, Mrs Dawley,
are you frightened of your husband?

Dennis is a gentleman.

He treats me like a princess.

This was his mother's house.

He said no other woman would ever
live here, and then he met me.

And he lets me live here
like the lady of the house. Me.

You are the lady of the house.

Tell me what happened today.

I got muddled.

Forgot myself.
I never meant to put her at harm.

I want the best for her, Nurse.

Having a baby is a terrific upheaval.

Stop. Think only of yourself
and your little girl.

And be patient.

You've the rest of
your life to get the hang of this.

Mrs Dawley, is there anyone,
a close friend or a female relative,

who could come and visit
until you feel more settled?

Yes, but is it necessary?

I shall see you again, tomorrow.

It's about presence and keeping calm,
and, yes, it was busy.

Non-stop to tell the truth,
but I thought to myself,

"Fred, you may be sailing
this ship alone,

"but you're sailing it for Vi
and we must weather the storm."

My hero.

Would you help me down to
the shop tomorrow?

I've got to put my stock order in.

Of course, my love
and I'll fetch your overcoats,

because hell will freeze over first.

You are resting.

Anything needs doing,
you let your hubby-dasherer do it.

Well, it's got to be done first thing.

It's all in the book by the till.

"Hubby-dasherer". Hmm.

I worry that the traumatic birth
has put Mrs Dawley

in a peculiar way of thinking.

There was something
rather lost about her in the shop.

A sort of sadness, as if she would have
preferred to stay in there with us.

Could it be a touch of the baby blues?

She's yet to forge a link with baby.
That much is apparent.

I don't think Mrs Dawley
ever fully believed she was pregnant.

I'll keep a weather eye on her.

You think we might try
gathering a little pace?

I should like to devote what's
left of my evening to Spanish.

What in God's name are you doing?

- Nothing.
- Don't give me, "Nothing".

The damn thing's still alight.

You're smoking?

My son, my 14-year-old son is smoking.

Kenneth Parker smokes,
he's six weeks younger than me.

You are on thin ice.

If I ever catch you
with a cigarette again...

You'll what? Light it for me?

- While you are under this roof...
- Patrick.

Go on, Dad.
Tell me why I shouldn't smoke.

You said yourself,
cancer's just a school of thought.

If you don't care, then why should I?

There, that's better, isn't it,
my little one?

Hello, my love.

What do you think,
the pink or the white?

- She's so perfect, isn't she?
- Because she's from you.

- Why can't you see what I see?
- Cos you don't see what's real.

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart,

and lean not unto
thine own understanding.

- I'm not real.
- You are to me.

You will be to our daughter.

All she will ever know of you is this.

That's what's real.
That's what's perfect.

The pink or the white?

Whichever you think best.

He'll come around.
He just needs to cool off.

I'm giving up.

Do you hear me, Tim? I am giving up.

Do you promise?

Yes. With all my heart.

So, I never want to see
you with a cigarette again.

Now, you promise me, Tim.

Put your hand on your heart
and you promise me.

I promise.

You are my only son.

My only son and I never,
ever want to lose you.

Would you rather I were here today?
I could put off the meeting.

Please, go to your meeting.

You don't seem yourself, Roseanne.
You haven't since her birth.

I am, Dennis.

I'm quite myself.

I shall be no different
whether you're here or not.

Have you thought any more
about her name?

I don't have your imagination.

We'll find one.

When we know her better.

One that captures the sense of her.

You'll think of one that fits her best.

It's the only way, clean break.

Well done. I'm proud of you.

Exactly. If we're giving up,
we simply have to bite the bullet.

"We"? I thought you were giving up.

Both of us. I promised Tim this morning.

But I smoke so little.
It surely can't matter.

- One or two a day.
- Shelagh, they're coffin nails.

Lethal, every one of them.

Keep Freddie at your side.

Every time you think
of taking a cigarette,

do something else with your hands.

I fear there may be
quite a lot of frogs, Patrick.

Would you bring me Mr Phillips' notes,
when you have a moment?

Hello, any one at home?

Oh, there, there.

What's this?

"Can't make baby safe.

"Please forgive me."

Oh, don't you fret.
We'll find your mummy.

Yes.

But there must be something you can do.

I'm only a couple of hours late.

Our order's always on time.

Yeah, I know Mrs Buckle is never late
with her order, but I'm not Mrs Buckle.

Sorry, there's nothing I can do.

Look,
I'm begging you for a favour.

I don't have time.

Hello. Hello?

I used to visit
the Blue Angel Jazz Club.

Did you work there, Mr Phillips?

I was the brawn on the door.
Took the punches, threw a few, too.

I don't believe you've no fight left.

Not here for the pictures, then?

When it comes to it, you will beg
for one extra minute with your family.

Trust me. Please take the radiotherapy.

You can call me at any time.

Hello, Dr Turner. What you doing here?

He just dropped in to tell me
to give up the fags.

- Hello, Mrs Phillips.
- Could it help him?

- Could it give him a bit more time?
- No, no, no. Not now, Jane.

I expect you'd like some tea.
Hold her for me, Frank.

You haven't told her, have you,
that you have a choice?

It ain't her choice. I'm dying.

You could live longer and better.
That is a choice.

She used to call me her movie star.

But the real ones in the club,
she never looked twice at them.

That's how I want her to remember me.
I want my kids, too.

And what about what they want?

Well, hello, Nurse Crane.
I wasn't expecting to see you.

Where's Roseanne?

Mr Dawley,
if we put our heads together...

Nurse Crane,
your concern is most appreciated,

but there's really no need for it.

My wife will have gone to her mother's.

Yes, now I think of it,
she mentioned she might visit.

Where is her mother?

The Isle of Dogs.

It would be better
if her mother came here.

Is it something that comes
to all mothers?

That sacred bond
between mother and child.

I have no doubts, I only fear she does.

Hard work makes a mother.

We like to think something magical
happens at birth, and for some it does.

But the real magic is keeping on
when all you want to do is run.

Do you have children
of your own, Nurse Crane?

That wasn't a path set out for me.

The Lord gives us what we need,
not always what we want.

I tend not to rely on the Lord,
Mr Dawley.

Will you telephone me as soon as
your wife gets back from her mother's?

Might I beg a favour, Mrs Turner?

- Of course.
- Mrs Roseanne Dawley.

Oh, yes. How...
How are was she and baby?

She's upped and left what,
by all accounts, looks a perfect life.

Would you have a glance at her notes,

see if there's anything
that may indicate any difficulties.

Certainly, Nurse Crane.

I'm worried she may have got
herself into a bit of a pickle.

- She registered two years ago.
- Mmm-hmm.

First visit was to confirm pregnancy.

Previous notes? Could they be
under her maiden name, Lakey?

Oh, there's nothing
for a Roseanne Lakey.

They must still be
with her previous doctor.

Find them for me, Mrs Turner.
Quick as you like, please.

Should you telephone the police?

I think perhaps I shall have to.

Roseanne?

Roseanne?

- I'm so sorry. Please excuse me.
- Come on.

- Rosie Lakey.
- All right, Nel.

- I didn't know where else to go.
- What is it, girl?

Did he give you an hiding?
He never looked that type.

No, no.
Dennis ain't laid a finger on me.

Rosie, this don't make no sense to me.

What are you doing here?

It's different now.

How, when he don't lump you
or treat you bad?

- Why you walking out on him?
- Cos I need to be good enough.

So very, very good
for that life now, and I ain't.

It's a charmed life you been living

if you got time
for thoughts like that, I tell you.

Can I stay, Nel?

You can always stay.
Didn't I promise you that?

I managed to track down Mrs Dawley's
medical records at her previous surgery

from before her marriage.

I don't know why we didn't have them.

And, am I right to be worried?

Yes, I think perhaps you are.

You said she'd gone to her mother's,
but the notes show Roseanne contracted

several childhood illnesses
from the Newman Home for Girls.

A home for orphans
and abandoned children.

So, we can take
her mother out of the equation?

There were another set of notes.

Roseanne was seen by a prison doctor.

She was in Holloway for soliciting.

So, what now?
Back on the game, that the plan?

I do what I do to feed my kids.

- You think I'd do it if I had a choice?
- It's what I know.

You never believed in luck, did you?

I don't want her growing up like me.

You think I'll have that for my Cath?

Nel, I didn't mean it of you.

I'd die before she goes
on those streets.

I take those men, those filthy sods
and I save every shilling.

Cos my girl's gonna have a better life.
She's gonna be proper.

I ain't got your strength, Nel.

I go back to what I am.

You forgot, didn't you?
My order?

I tried. I tried so hard.

I'm no good, Vi.

I'm just a chump who's let you down.

I'll talk to 'em. I'll tell 'em
that I messed everything up.

Out my shop, Fred.

Now, please.

Oh, thank God you're back.
Have you got my order?

Orders will be late this week,
but we'll do our best to get them in.

You have my word on that.

What was you thinking,
leaving him in charge?

He ran himself ragged
getting nowhere fast.

I thought you'd know that already
about Fred Buckle.

He offers you the world,
and gives you Chrisp Street.

I mean to say, he tried,

but you can't run a shop
on good intentions, can you?

Don't he know this shop's
the only thing you've got?

It's not all I have, Mrs Cadmen,

but it is mine,
and I would like you to leave it.

Tout de suite, as my Fred would say.

By the way,
I'm very fond of Chrisp Street.

All right, Turner, let's get this over.

The research indicates that lung cancer

is increasingly common
in patients over 45.

- Tea?
- No.

Who may present
with little or no symptoms.

Then it's a wild goose chase?

An impressive challenge we have neither
the resource nor stomach for.

Good God, just the cost of it!

The cost is a lot less than treating
lung cancer in its late stages.

It's very simple, Mr Stephens.

I don't want to see lung cancer
as the biggest cause of death

in Poplar in five years' time.

- We gave you your chest clinic.
- For one morning.

I am talking about a clinic
twice a month for a whole day.

In a larger premises.

My surgery can't meet the demand.

I'm not simply talking
about lung cancer,

but emphysema, bronchitis, pleurisy.

The chronic manifestations
of all of these

could be partially managed by me,
at the clinic.

And who would tend
to your clinic in that time?

I was coming to the subject of a locum.

Why is it that every time you come
in here I get a headache?

Must be the air.
I get one too.

Put it out, Jim.

You know people are calling them
"coffin nails".

One clinic, once a month, half a day.

I'll send someone straight away.

Nurse Crane, we've had a telephone call.

A Mrs Tanner asks to go to her.

She's in Limehouse,
in the St Saviour's building.

Mrs Dawley's with her.

Thank you, Sister Winifred.

Oh, I hope the poor woman's all right.

I couldn't help over-hearing
your conversation with Mrs Turner.

Prostitution leaves many scars.
I've seen that at first hand.

Would you come with me, to St Saviour's?

I think Mrs Dawley
might find you a comfort.

I'll get my coat.

"You, you alone will have
the stars as no-one else has them.

"On one of the stars, I shall be living.

"On one of them, I shall be laughing.

"And so it will be,
as if all the stars were laughing,

"when you look at the sky at night.

"You, only you,
will have stars that can laugh. "

All I wanted was to be old enough

to leave.

There weren't no kindness
in the Newman Home.

If there was an opposite to kindness,

it was in that place.

No-one there who was just for me.

I dreamed God was my dad.

Cos of what the Bible says.

God, the Father.

So, I'd go to church.

Pray to Him for a miracle.

To be loved.

And then I met Dennis.

My miracle.

My kind, wonderful miracle.

He brought frankincense to the church.

They call it,
"Perfume of the Sanctuary".

It was sanctuary.

- You say that as if it were past.
- It was never meant for me.

The Newman Home was meant for me.

Me and all the girls who weren't wanted.

The girls that couldn't be kept.
It's not the same.

It is when you're six and you finally
know that no-one's coming for you.

Dennis looks at me,
and he don't see what they all saw.

Them grown-ups who'd come to
the home and look straight through me.

It's a wretched start and there
was nothing you could do about it.

We don't choose to be unloved
by those who should love us.

You didn't choose
to be abandoned, Roseanne.

But you did choose to go to your church,

to talk with Mr Dawley.

Look what happened
when you began to choose.

How can I show my baby the right path
when I never took it myself?

I ain't fit to raise that child.

You are.

My mother's parents threw her out.

She did anything she could to feed me,

to try and get me shoes to wear.

I didn't see how that broke her.

But I wish, oh, I wish so much
she'd be here now,

so I could put my arms around her,
tell her she's good, and strong,

and the bravest woman I ever knew.

Shame will keep us
in all kinds of prisons if we let it,

and it will keep us from
those we love and who love us.

Your little girl wants you.

Don't abandon her
because you were abandoned.

Mr Phillips, how can I help?

Get me into the London, Doc,
fast as you like.

I will beg, borrow and steal
every minute I can get.

We'll take you in as soon as we can.

Thank you, Doc.

Making me see sense.

Let's get her settled upstairs,
Mr Dawley.

There we are, that's the ticket.

Look how well she's taken.

I think that's a smile.

- Dennis, she's smiling at me.
- I...

It does indeed look very like a smile.

I have a name for her.

It's come to me,
like you said it would.

Faith.

After you,
for seeing in me what I couldn't.

Faith. Always.

I love our Faith.

See, she doesn't stir.

She knows she's safe.

She knows she's loved.

Oh, ow!

Fred!

You may be a chump,
but you're my chump.

I don't care about the shop.

It's what I had
when I didn't have anyone.

Look at us.
We've met so late.

We haven't brought up
little'uns together,

or huddled for warmth when
we couldn't afford to pay for the gas.

None of them things
that bring folks close.

But you did all you could
when I needed you.

I wish we'd met earlier.

I wish we had more time together.

- Promise me one thing.
- Anything.

You are never setting foot
in my shop again, Fred.

Oh! Not too tight.

Did you hear, Dad's got the clinic?

I knew you'd do it.

- Did you try my psychological approach?
- Yes.

As you suggested,
I asked for double what I needed,

ended up with half,
which is what I wanted.

Psychology, Tim?
This is all rather new, isn't it?

I've been reading up on it for years,

preparing myself
for the great game of life.

Sometimes for people
to make the right choice

you must first show
them the worst choice.

You never actually smoked, did you?

Hey, Sis, they're going to be
around for a long time to come.

Isn't that the best news?

The rate I'm eating biscuits,
I shall be needing a new dress.

I've a good mind to take it out
of your pocket money, too.

You can both have every shilling I have.
You're my world.

I don't know what kind
of a man I'm gonna be.

After the radium, I don't want
to be a greater burden on you.

Oh, Frank.

Can't you see I'd take
every burden in this world

for every day we have with you?

Moments and hours,

shillings and pounds,
calculations and graphs.

No matter how complex
or how comprehensive,

figures tell only a fraction
of the stories of our lives.

In its simplest form, one plus one
has always equalled more than two.

It makes a whole.

I heard this year's funds
wouldn't stretch to taking

the old folks to the sea, so I thought
I'd bring a bit of the seaside to them.

I think shorts are a very practical
choice for a camping holiday,

and not amusing in any way, at all.

I'm a bad mother, Sister,
and I was punished.

Walking into doors
is never a good sign

and getting them to tell
the truth is always difficult.

Help me, please!

She looked as if
she'd been attacked by an animal.

Ladies' safety is at risk.

I'm sorry, I know
you're only second on call,

but something distinctly odd
has happened.

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