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For the women
of Nonnatus House,

life was composed of countless
tender disciplines,

for every word not spoken
in the precious nightly silence,

prayers had to be offered
and rituals performed.

For every sweet hour stolen,
there was penance paid.

And even fleeting golden moments

called for sacrifice and courage.

Nothing came entirely easily.
And yet, all hardship was embraced,

because that was the way the wind blew.

That was the way that things were done.

Daisy.

For crying out loud,
would you put a bit more into it?

All right.

Lou! Lou!

Your mother ain't well.
Get up on that path and help her.

I'm sure you deserved it.

And a round of applause
to the Beverley Sisters.

Better late than never.

We're not late. It's 8:00 on the dot.

If you spent less time lathering on
the eye black, Nurse Franklin,

you'd have been down here
five minutes ago

and ready to start work
at 8:00 on the dot.

Like Sister Mary Cynthia.

I'd be careful if I were you,
Nurse Mount.

It may be October,
but there's plenty of flies

still looking for a home.

Good morning, Master Turner.
You're looking very spruce.

New blazer?

Yes. Although it's still purple,
unfortunately.

So I see... Insulin?

My mum asked to drop it off.
And she says can Sister Julienne

call in at the practice,
after surgery hours.

I'll tell her. She's already
asked to see me in her office.

Thank you.

Sister, your courage and your
forbearance over the few last weeks

has been admirable
in every conceivable way.

You have my absolute respect.

Thank you. But I haven't done anything
out of the ordinary. I just carried on.

And it is for that very reason
that I've wanted to send you

to the motherhouse
ever since you were attacked.

You deserve to spend time
in prayer and reflection.

But I haven't been able to spare you.

We have no idea when
Sister Evangelina will re-join us.

Or even if.

But she said she was going to
the Silent Order for six months.

And the six months is over, and
we've scarcely heard a word from her.

But why would she choose
an enclosed life?

Why would she choose
to give up midwifery?

There may not be a choice.
She may have found a different calling.

A new superfluity of apples
abandoned upon our step.

I think these are russets
and likely to be as hard as sweets.

I'm quite sure that Mrs Bee

can find something wonderful
to do with them.

- Again?
- Again.

Personally, I'm glad to be spared
another marrow.

Midwife calling. Mrs Maitlin?

Oh, get down.

You could hurt yourself.

I can't stop myself, Nurse.

Yesterday, it was cleaning, and when
there was nothing left to clean,

I started painting.

Please let me finish up. I've only got
once more stroke with the brush.

In which case, I shall do it.

But it's not your job.

My job is looking after you.
And that involves stopping you

falling, A, off this chair
and, B, out of the window.

Anyone falling would make
a right mess from eight floors up.

It would be Tom and Jerry where they

fall off the roof and leave
a cat-shaped hole in the pavement.

Or a mouse-shaped hole.

- Hello!
- Hello, love.

What's happening?

Your wife is in the grip of what's known
as the nesting instinct, Mr Maitlin.

- She needed a bit of a hand.
- Thanks.

I must say, this is one of the nicest
flats I've been to.

We had a wedding list. There was one
in Woman's Own you could cut out.

We got the lot except
for the sherry glasses.

Pretty much everything we wanted.

Didn't we, Leslie?

So, the contraceptive pill.

Licenced for distribution
within weeks.

It's been talked about for so long,
it's hardly a surprise.

No.

But it is a challenge.

Erm, of course it's a challenge, Sister.

Antibiotics were a challenge, once.

Antibiotics were also a miracle.

And you think
the contraceptive pill isn't?

It's a miracle with moral implications,
Dr Turner.

With other forms
of contraception,

you refer the patient
to a family planning clinic,

which you can't do
unless they're married.

Exactly, but with the pill
the Minister for Health

has issued no such guidelines.

- Yet...
- And that's the most exciting thing.

If I can prescribe it,
single women will benefit, too.

Quite.

You know the statistics as well as I do.

10% of babies in Poplar
are born illegitimate.

With all the heartache
and stigma that implies.

I don't doubt that you have
looked at this

from every conceivable
medical and social angle.

However, whilst there is nothing
in Anglican teaching

to forbid birth control,

the church does take a view
on matters of morality.

As Mrs Turner, at least, will be aware.

Well, of course. Have a lemon puff.

Is there anything plainer?

I have some Arrowroot Biscuits.
I'll pop and fetch them.

- Tea is on the table, Sister.
- I shan't join you, today.

I feel I need to spend
some quiet time in chapel.

Perhaps you'll say grace instead?

Of course.

Everyone is out
on their evening rounds.

Apart from me, because I'm on call.

Good!

Ooh! Have you bought shares
in Brylcreem?

It's a funeral. People expect
a certain level of grooming.

Oh.

So, that's Peggy May,

Rose Willow, Golden Maid,

Sweet Alice in Dordeen.

Sounds like a line-up of chorus girls.

It's all rather quaint, really.

I don't know why Nurse Crane
insisted we come down together.

Oh, erm, little girl,

do you know of a barge
called the Molly Bell?

Yes, it's where I live.

It's up there.

Is your mother's name
Marguerite Blacker?

Yeah, but they call her Daisy.

You can always trust Trixie
to have the latest records in.

It is good of you to come.

But I'm feeling much better now.

- Not that much better.
- Don't contradict your mother, Lou.

They were good to her at the hospital,

but they said
she was all right to leave.

I'm sorry.
We've interrupted you during your meal.

If you telephone this number,

at any time of the day or night,
you can speak to a midwife

about any aspect of your pregnancy.

There's no need to make an appointment.

Might not be here that long.

Rumour of a chance of a cargo
going up to Manchester.

But thank you.

Lou, take that piece of paper
off the lady.

Come on down. Have a look at her.

No harm putting minds at rest.

Don't know why I took on
so funny this morning.

I was only working a lock,
and I do it all the time.

Like me ma and me grandma did before me.

Locks are women's work,
always have been.

Like this.

Well, if this is women's work,
you're rather good at it.

Baby's heartbeat's wonderfully strong.

Felt like a failure
being taken to the hospital,

having them do blood tests.

I should be able
to get the results tomorrow,

and I can bring them here for you,
or you could come by our clinic.

There are things we can give you
for your other children,

free orange juice and so forth,
or rosehip syrup, if you prefer.

Rosehip?

You can do a lot with rosehips.
I make tea with them, sometimes.

You've been awfully good to me,
but I really shouldn't keep you.

Oh, Tom,

people will be home soon.

True.

- Oh, no. Oh, Tom.
- What?

The wall's covered in Brylcreem

- from your head.
- No.

Oh, it's not coming off.

Oh, I'm just making it more shiny.

Well, you'll have to say you tripped up
with the butter dish.

Oh, Mr Hereward, what a nice surprise.

You must have come to join us
for compline.

Yes, I have. Indeed.

Poor Mrs Blacker.

It was like trying to get a bird
to eat out of my hand.

One false move and she'd fly away.

I wish it wasn't so hard to give help
to the people that need it.

And do you know
none of those children go to school?

I checked while you were in the cabin.

The eldest, Lou, is already 11

and I'm not sure
she can even read or write.

The whole family's completely itinerant.

Never in the same place
more than a week or so.

They travel huge distances.

There must be ways around that.

Well, Mrs Blacker was quite surprised

when I told her
all the things she was entitled to.

Trouble is, I'm not sure
whether she wants to accept them.

Barge people are a law unto themselves.

They always were.

They don't call them water gypsies
for no reason. I...

Good grief. Where did that stain
on the wallpaper come from?

- What stain?
- Oh, dear.

I do hope
it's not another patch of damp.

Sister Julienne's worried
the building's getting wet rot.

Ooh, perhaps
it's just an optical illusion.

Hmm, this isn't moisture.

It's grease.

I surmise a manifestation
from another realm.

Spirits have been known to talk

through the approbation
of strange substances.

Well, whatever it is,
it's strange enough.

- Smells rather masculine to me.
- Masculine?

Hmm. Though, what it's doing
six feet up the wall is anybody's guess.

- Good morning, ladies.
- Good morning.

Nurse Crane
will issue the morning schedule

after breakfast.

But, this evening, I would like you all
to attend a special seminar

here at Nonnatus House.

I have an obligation this evening.
I have it every week.

Of course. I'm sorry.

After a great deal of prayer
and reflection,

I have asked Dr Turner
to come and talk to us

about the new contraceptive pill,

which will be available
within the next few weeks.

That's absolutely tremendous news.

I've also invited
Mr Hereward to join us

so he can give us
a Christian perspective.

It's a shame Sister Evangelina
isn't here.

She'd have had plenty to say
about it all.

Sister Evangelina
has elected to be absent.

We must proceed without her view.

There were Worcesters today

and there were crab apples,

the latter still with the tang
of Epping Forest upon them.

I'm sure no one will object to us
sharing our good fortune.

Before you apply the term
"good fortune" to this glut,

I suggest you hear
the opinion of my bowels.

I sense this is a personal letter

since you intend
to dispatch it yourself.

Yes, it is.

It is to Sister Evangelina.

I did not think we should ever have
to plead with her.

Nor did I.

But time has passed,
and who knows what has passed

between our sister and the Lord.

And who knows what addlement
her mind has suffered,

closeted in ostentatious silence.

Evangelina is a woman
built for noise and motion.

Designed to hear His voice
above the din of living.

- Sister, please...
- You fear what will become of us

if she does not return.

I fear what will become of her.

As do I.

And now, I am going to post my letter.

Oh, really good.

You haven't gained anything
in a month, Gina.

Top of the milk for you, and make sure
you help yourself to an extra potato.

That being said, I'm not sure
how much longer you've got left.

There's still nothing doing, Nurse.

I thought if I came down here,

it might stop me painting the bathroom,
or my husband.

Oh, is he getting restless too?

Not so you'd notice.

It's like he doesn't even know
there's a baby on the way.

Thank you, Sister.
I'm sorry to have kept you.

Some blood results
came back from The London.

- One or two will need attention.
- Thank you.

Could you pop over
to the side room, Sister?

This week's unmarried mothers are ready
to catch the bus to the station.

You just need to sign those final forms.

Of course.

Good afternoon, may I help you?

I had another dizzy do.

Red-headed nurse said I could come here,
but I only want to talk to her.

Of course. Take a seat,
and I'll fetch Nurse Mount.

It was my husband made me come.

I had a hard time having Jonah.
It took me ages to pick up afterwards.

Well, these things
do all get rather harder with age.

- Where was Jonah born?
- In a barge, like the others.

I always liked the quiet,
and being on me own.

On your own?

But maybe not this time.

We can look after you when you deliver,

and keep an eye on your blood pressure,
which is rather low.

The London blood tests
show that you are also anaemic,

so our rather lovely doctor
can prescribe you iron pills.

Would they cost much?

Mmm, just the prescription fee.

Only, my Joe had to turn down
a Birmingham cargo today

'cause of me coming here.

Where's Lou?

Doing great paper handicrafts
with the other children,

and being quite the bossy boots
from the look of things.

She's like a second mum
to my three lads.

I call her "my right hand".

- Knock, knock.
- Come in, Doctor.

I was just telling Mrs Blacker
what a sterling service we provide.

No stone left unturned
in pursuit of a happy outcome,

which means that we need to give you
a bit of extra care, Mrs Blacker.

- The nurse said about the iron pills.
- Yes.

And I'd also like to book you
into our maternity home for bed rest.

I do appreciate that it will be a wrench

for you to be away
from your children, Mrs Blacker.

But you need to put your new baby
and yourself first, for a while.

We do everything together, all of us.

We're never apart.

Your husband and children can visit
every evening between 5:00 and 7:00,

longer at weekends.

That sounds all right.

And they'll have
so much to tell you every day.

The school has room
for all four of them,

Joney and Barney
will be in the same class,

and Lou can meet up with them
every day at playtime.

Do you wanna go to school,
or do you wanna stop with Dad?

School.

All right.

Very wise. So, if I could just
get you to confirm that I've entered

your name, address, and birth date
correctly on the booking form,

we're all ship-shape in Bristol fashion.

I haven't brought me glasses.

Not to worry.
I'll fine-tune the paperwork.

Sister Monica Joan, I really don't think
Dr Turner wants to be competing

with The Black And White Minstrels.

The room required cleansing
with Glad-Ax,

for it'd have been unsettled
by the advent of strange medicine.

What's happened to trouble you, Sister?

The mark of it remains quite plain

upon the wall.

Put these back in the kitchen.
They're for after the talk.

In the United States,
the pill was initially only approved

as a treatment for menstrual disorders.

But hundreds of thousands
of American women

are now taking it as a contraceptive,

and it has been declared
to be 100% effective

in preventing pregnancy.

One of the best things
about this method of contraception

is that it's completely
within the control of the woman.

Some men
aren't going to like that.

Listen, I've spent
quite enough afternoons

in family planning clinics.

Rolling sheaths onto a wooden...

Oh, excuse me, Sister, may I say penis?

By all means.

Wooden penis,

trying to convince mothers
of five or six children

that barrier methods are the way ahead.

Time and again,
you get the same response.

"My Eddie won't." "My Ted can't."

"My Billy says it's like going
for a paddle with your socks on."

There are so many things
about sobriety that surprised me.

Everybody's journey here
seems to begin with such a bang.

The torrents of tears,

the phone calls in the dead of night,

the wanting to die.

My experience was no different.

But what nobody tells you,

or at least what nobody told me
in almost a year

of dragging myself here on the 49 bus,

is that life without a drink
can be so appallingly boring.

The drag,

the utter drag

of Horlicks every night,

the tedium of barley water
with your Sunday lunch.

Oh, it used to be such fun
to mix a drink thinking

"What can I put in this Campari
to make it a brighter colour,

"give it more bite?"

Oh, and I so love the smell
of maraschino cherries.

I love the lipstick red of them.

And the way other people smiled

as I speared the cherry
on a cocktail stick.

It was such a wonderfully
frivolous thing.

It meant that I was with friends,
that I wasn't alone.

I don't bother much
with maraschino cherries anymore.

I don't even put them in my Horlicks,
or my barley water.

They taste revolting.

I don't need them.

I know that fun
doesn't come in bottles, now.

I know the value of sobriety.

And I know what friendship really is,
what it means.

I always did, I just couldn't see it.

I owed the 49 bus rather a lot,
all things considered.

And I owe you,

all of you, even more.

Thank you.

Like any method of contraception,

you have to use it religiously,
or it doesn't work.

And there are some groups of women

who'll find
taking daily medication difficult.

Which could be a catastrophe
if they're single.

I'm extremely concerned
that we do nothing to promote

recreational intercourse.

And I'm sure Mr Hereward
feels the same.

Well, what are
the government guidelines?

Mr Hereward,
shouldn't you be more concerned

with church teachings
than government guidelines?

Well, I do think
we have to be mindful of the Bible.

When Paul wrote to the Corinthians,
he said,

"There is too much immorality
among you.

"Let each man keep to his own wife,
and each woman to her own husband."

But how on earth can that be relevant?

Well, contraception
wasn't invented then.

The times change, but the value
of marriage remains constant.

So, say there's a young woman,
she's 19 or 20,

and she's in love with a boy,
who's in love with her,

and she knows and he knows
that they can't keep fighting

this desire that's drawing
them together.

Would you have them risk everything,

their reputation, their peace of mind,
because they simply

can't help themselves?

I'd be obliged
to counsel self-restraint.

And with Mr Hereward's wise words,
it's time we drew this to a close.

Nurse Gilbert,
I believe you're first on call.

Tom, how could you sit there
and lecture people on self-restraint,

in a room where your Brylcreem
has made a mark on the wall

as big as an elephant's face?

I wasn't lecturing.

Sister Julienne put me on the spot.

- Well, you hadn't said a word till then.
- Well, nobody asked me to.

And I could hardly chip in.

You were talking about medicine

- and mens...
- Menstruation?

Both subjects
about which I know nothing.

Well, maybe you should learn

if you're going to go around
family planning meetings

like some sort of moral advisor.

Barbara, are you saying
you believe in sex before marriage?

No.

I'm saying I believe it happens,

and I know how it happens.

I'm sorry. It's Gina Maitlin's first,
and she's gone into labour.

She'll be fretting
until someone arrives.

Can I have a kiss?

Just the one.

Tiger.

Oh, Gina, you've had a long night.

But this is normal,
especially with a first baby,

and you are doing so well.

Oh, no. It hurts. It hurts so much,
and that gas is useless.

It's not useless.

It's run out.

Mr Maitlin.

Mr Maitlin.

Sorry, I fell asleep.

And I'm sorry I had to wake you,

but I need you
to make a phone call for me.

You lot behave yourselves now.

- And you.
- Last man to keep me in order, I reckon.

I may not be on horseback,
but consider me the cavalry.

Gina, this baby's well on its way,

but we brought more gas
to get us through the home stretch.

Shall I take over? You look done in.

You yell your head off
if you fancy it, Gina.

It's the last you'll be happy
without some help.

Am I the only one in here?

Yes, you're lucky.
We're unusually quiet at the moment.

Ceiling's so high.

Makes me feel dizzy,
even though I'm not.

Your blood pressure's rather good today.

Morning, Mrs Blacker.

A doctor will be here
to check you over shortly,

and I've come to ask if you want
a soft or a hard-boiled egg.

I have bread in the mornings, usually.

- Eggs are surprisingly rich in iron.
- What's this?

Nightdress, dressing gown and slippers.

I told you everything would be provided.

No, I mean what's this?

It says, "Property of
Kenilworth Row Maternity Home."

We write that on everything.

Baby's with us
as far as his shoulders, Gina.

If you can give me one more
massive, brave push,

you'll have him in your arms.

Oh, lass.

You put the graft in
and here is your reward.

It's a little boy, Gina.

You just wait till you see him.

You got a little smasher there,
you really have.

Your husband will be grinning
from ear to ear.

I don't reckon Leslie wants any of this.

The baby,

or a wife.

Gina, I'm sure that isn't true.

We'd only been courting three months
and we had to get married.

It's not what either of us planned.

I came round to it.

I couldn't help it
once I felt him kicking.

But I don't think Leslie ever did.

He's so soft.

Leslie said we could call him Robert
if he was a boy,

after his granddad.

But I just don't think
he really wanted him,

or me.

Except for in the way he shouldn't have.

It's far too late
to be crying about that now.

Whoa!

- Barley sugar?
- Oh, yes, please.

It's a rotten business, isn't it,
having to get married?

Well, there's plenty
make a decent fist of it,

and plenty don't.

Though, it's still better
than what my mother went through,

when she had me out of wedlock.

Oh, I don't mention it much.

Suffice to say, it made its mark.

During the war,
all morals were tossed to the winds.

But even so, when the opportunity
of a weekend in Cleveleys

with an air force sergeant
presented itself,

- I nearly chickened out.
- Nearly chickened out?

I did the appropriate research,

and purchased a hygienic douche
through the small advertisements.

It was called the Omega Spray.

It involved a certain amount
of fiddle-faddle.

But we managed well enough.

I shall always have
very fond memories of Cleveleys.

Phyllis, what happened to him,
the air force sergeant?

Killed over Germany in 1941.

Oh.

It made me very glad
we'd seized the moment.

It's almost a full moon.

Sister Monica Joan is convinced
full moons are our busiest nights.

I did a stint on psychiatric once.

Used to say the same thing there.

I wish the Blacker children
had got on better at school.

When they visited Daisy,

I heard them telling her
the other children had been horrible.

Lou doesn't want to go again.

- Do they smell?
- Lots of children smell.

In any given vaccination queue,
you can tell who's been re-housed

somewhere with a bathroom
and who hasn't.

The Blacker children
are never going to have a bathroom.

Their clothes are a problem too.

Pats, next time
we both have the same night off,

I wanna go to Gateways club.

Why?

'Cause there are women like us there?

We've discussed this.

I don't want to be with women like us,
I just want to be with you.

We can hold hands there, dance there.

Be in a crowd and be invisible.

I'm sorry.

Here you go, pass that down.
Well done.

We'll rinse the lotion off your hair
and just trim the ends

before you change
into some nice, smart clothes.

I don't want us to be late.
They'll pick on us if we are.

Ms Dawkins said
you could come in at 10:00,

and go straight to Music and Movement.

And no one will pick on you
wearing those

lovely fresh knickers and vests.

Here we are.
There's something for everyone,

including ribbons for Lou's plaits.

Perfect.

The rest is clearly doing
everything we hoped.

I feel like it might happen today.

According to your dates,
you're not quite due.

Let's see what Mother Nature
has in store.

- Mummy!
- Look who I found coming up the stairs.

What's happened?

Well, Nurse got 'em spruced up a bit.

We thought you'd be pleased.

Pleased that they look
nothing like themselves?

Pleased that they smell of disinfectant?

It's just de-lousing lotion.

Rather a lovely fresh smell,
I always think.

My kids don't have lice.

You get lice in schools, and they
never went there till yesterday.

Sister Winifred insisted on it.

She always says, "An ounce of prevention
is worth a pound of cure."

And you dressed Lou up
like a little girl.

Ribbons and ankle socks?

They're not gonna last five minutes
on the barge.

Daisy.

Lou just wanted to fit in.

- To be like everybody else.
- She's not like everybody else,

she's a bargee,

whether you like it or not.
We do things our way.

Well, Nurse just wanted
what was best for them,

just like I wanted
what was best for you.

I'll tell you what's best for me,
my own bunk,

my own food, and not to have
property of somebody else

written all over me in black bloody pen.

Mrs Blacker,

you said yourself you didn't want
to have another baby

- without help.
- Yeah, there's help,

and there's interference.

Fetch me my clothes, please.

- Daisy...
- By which I mean my own clothes,

the ones I came in wearing
and which are good enough for me.

Going home.

- Mrs Blacker...
- Fetch 'em.

Wholesome high tide, I reckon.

Straight out of Whitaker's Almanack.

We ought to batten down the hatches.

I'm sure there's
no need for us to be alarmed.

Oh!

It's blowing up
a right storm out there, Sister.

Oh!

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Hello, can you send a midwife
over to the maternity home?

Mrs Mansoor's just arrived
and we already have a lady

who's had to go straight through
to the delivery room.

On my way, sweetie.

There's just been a weather warning
on the wireless.

Gale-force nine across London.

That settles it, I'm not going anywhere
until I put on at least

three layers of hair lacquer.

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Dad!

Stay down below, Lou,

till this blows over.

It's Mum, she isn't well.

Nurse! Nurse!

Oh, my goodness, are you in labour?

Either that or I've weed
in my bleeding slippers.

It's swaying. The whole block of flats
is actually swaying.

Is it?

- You all right?
- I don't know. I've got a headache,

and a pain here under my ribs.

Shall I clear off out,

get the kids from under your feet?

You can't go walking up and down
the towpath in this wind.

I should be taking you back
to that little hospital.

- Or even just fetch that nurse...
- No.

We had words,
that nurse and me, bad words,

- and I meant 'em.
- Daisy,

tell me what to do.

You'll have to go and get a sheet,

and Lou can help me.

Oh, hello, Mrs Mansoor.

This is Mrs Wheatley.

- Nurse Franklin...
- Dr Turner is in the delivery room.

We have a deep transverse arrest.

Well, maybe we should go straight
to Della and Nahima.

One way or another, I think you two
will end up on first-name terms.

Oh, Nahima.

- I can see flashing lights.
- That's just the electrics.

Keeps flickering with the storm.

It's like spots or sparkles.

I can see 'em even when I close me eyes.

Let's see how things are lining up.

With a bit of luck,
you'll be able to start pushing soon.

Hang on, Nahima.

I'll be across in two ticks, I promise.

It's just the lights in the flat.

I can't see properly.

I'm gonna get help.

I need you to come and see my mum.

Come in.

I've got one cable running
into the delivery room,

there's a mother
who still needs stitches,

and we need a working light in the ward.

Doctor, Mrs Mansoor's baby's crowning.

Some people have parents
who do ordinary jobs.

Get cranking the handle.

Sooner them than me.

Midwife calling.

This way, Nurse, and mind your head.
We've got the water on already.

Thank you.

We heard her kicking off yelling
and, well, we all know

what that sort of racket
means, don't we?

She's calmed down a bit
since she's had some company.

- Hello, Nurse.
- Any objection to me popping by?

I can just leave you with your friends.

Bless ya,

and bless them.

Never met any of them before.

Don't mean to say
we ain't friends, though.

We know the life,
that means we know each other.

Yes.

Come on, then.
Let's clear out, make some room.

We'll take the kids down
the Golden Maid with their father.

And what about this one?
She looks old enough to come in handy.

Take her with the other kids.
Me and Nurse Mount can manage.

- Can't we?
- Absolutely.

And I'll take my lead from you.

Calm down, take a deep breath,
and tell me what you mean.

She says she can see flashing lights.

Go back to Gina and wait with her.

I'm telephoning for an ambulance
and then I'll come straight to you.

I require an ambulance, please.
Nelson Tower.

- Yes.
- Anchorage Estate,

flat number...

Oh.

Hello?

Oh, hell's teeth.

Good grief.

Come on.

And that's me excused from
physical jerks for the rest of the week.

It's a good job you live
on the eighth floor, young lady,

not the 18th.

Let's have a look at you, love.

Leslie tells me you've had a headache

and some visual disturbance.

- Any nausea or vomiting?
- I feel a bit sick.

Right.

I called an ambulance before I left,

and I'm of the view
we should make use of it.

All things considered, I think you'll be
better off in the hospital.

What about Robert?

Robert can come, too.

Leslie, while you've been with Gina,

has she suffered
from any twitching or shaking

anything that you might describe
as a fit?

No... I don't know.

How ill is she, Nurse?

There's a condition called preeclampsia
which can affect pregnant women.

Once in a blue moon,
it kicks in after a baby's been born.

Will she die?

There's plenty we can do to help her.

But the ambulance won't have
the complete address,

I need you to go downstairs,
wait outside, and flag it down.

I'm not gonna leave her.

- Leslie, we can't waste any time.
- I'm not gonna leave my wife.

I don't want him to go.

I don't want him to go.
Don't leave me, Leslie.

Right, Gina you need a warm coat
and something on your feet.

That's the ticket, kids.
One foot in front of the other.

Here you go.

Almost there, sweetheart.

You still in one piece, kids?

She's being sick.

That's it.

That's wonderful, Daisy.

Come on, you lovebirds.

Save your courting

till we've got you
safely in that ambulance.

Baby's turning, Daisy.

It knows just what to do.

Like you do.

That's perfect.

Can I hold it? Can I?

Just hold on one moment.

Sorry, little one. There we go.

Go on, you can pick her up now.

- Her?
- It's a little girl.

Oh, don't cut it yet.

In a minute, then.

There's worse things than being
completely part of someone,

being part of something bigger,

even just for a little while.

But we know where we belong, don't we?

- Are you coming with us?
- Yes.

I shall be following behind
just to be on the safe side,

but you don't need me. You've got him.

You really have.

And he knows how to take care
of his family.

Yes, I do,

and I'm not gonna leave her side.

That's what we like to hear, isn't it?
Good lad.

Have you seen the state
of the street outside?

Is it still impassable?

Suffice to say, if it hadn't have been
for two extremely helpful firemen,

I wouldn't be here at all.

What's the situation
with the maternity home?

No telephone and no electricity.

Of the three mothers
who delivered overnight,

Mrs Jones had forceps
and was transferred

to St Cuthbert's this morning.

Mrs Wheatley and Mrs Mansoor
and their babies were discharged

because their homes still have power.

We'll add them to the morning's list.

Meanwhile, we must visit
all our due and overdue mothers

if there are any left,

and make them aware
that we are deprived of telephony

until further notice.

I saw your note about Gina Maitlin.

Post-natal preeclampsia is so very rare.

When I left for London,
she was poorly, but stable,

and her husband
was camped outside her room.

So, all in all,
there's every reason for optimism.

- Mind your noggin on that.
- Thank you, officer.

What's happened, Fred?

The railway signal blew down
and took half the old wall with it.

It's come down like a stack of dominoes.

Was anyone hurt?

We don't think
there's anyone underneath it.

Let's see if we can get you past
and to your patients. Bob?

All right, all right,
it's a pile of rubble

not the pyramids of Egypt.

Get a shovel and start clearing it.

Anyone would think
there'd never been a wall.

Sister!

Morning, Sister Julienne.

Sister Mary Cynthia.

Meanwhile, I see Fred's been pillaging
the dressing-up box.

Where's the real ARP warden
when you need one?

- Oh, here, mind your step there.
- No, thank you,

I can see where I'm going.

Sister Evangelina,
this really is a most

- extraordinary surprise.
- Well, it wouldn't have been

if anyone had answered the telephone
this morning.

Oh, the line was blown down in the gale.

And what are you doing about it?

Well, I was just on my way to call in
at the post office.

Whatever happened to never surrender?

Oh, excuse me, excuse me.

Do you suppose she's back for good
or just for a visit?

We can only hope
she intends to enlighten us.

That's that little problem ironed out.

Their line is still up and running.

The connection was protected
by the railway bridge.

So, I've requisitioned their phone
for the duration.

Fred, when you've finished
saving the world,

- I shall be requiring my bicycle.
- Yes, Sister.

I shall be easing myself back in.

No midwifery duties for a while.

I'll warm myself up on district work

before you let me loose
on precious cargo.

It's so very, very good to have you
back with us, Sister.

Well, with one thing and another,
it was about time.

There's only so much peace and quiet
the soul can take.

In the end, it's like giving a plant
too much water.

An autoclave can only sterilise things
if they're properly cleaned beforehand.

It is a machine, not a magician.

Nevertheless, we still have power
which is a blessing from above

if there ever was one.

"And behold,

"I am with thee,

"and will keep thee in all places
whither thou goest.

"I will bring thee again into this land.

"For I will not leave."

Book of Genesis
instead of Keats, indeed.

That gale must've blown
some sense into you.

Now, go and see
if there's any cake in the tin.

For some,
the high winds altered very little.

The Blackers,
with their healthy newborn, left London

and headed north,
along straight waterways

that hadn't changed in decades.

- Bye!
- Aah.

Sister Winifred
arranged for the children's lessons

to be sent to them, and marked by post.

It was something.

Meanwhile, Leslie Maitlin
grew in strength, courage, and love

for his wife and child.

But, not every happiness is chosen.

Some, like the harvest,
simply have to be accepted.

Sister, I was looking for you.

Another donation.
Five pounds of wormy apples,

and I am sorry to say, a marrow.

- I was hoping to ask you something.
- Mmm-hmm?

If it's about this contraceptive pill,
all I've got to say

is it's typical of Dr Turner.

One sniff of a novelty medication,
he's off like a moggy with cat mint.

I spent a great deal
of time and prayer about it,

and just now,
the thing that worries me is you.

Why? I've never felt better.

I wish I could believe that
but it's not true, is it?

I take it you mean this.

Yes.

I had a stroke.

Two months after I left for the retreat.

Why didn't you let us know?

We could've prayed for you,
at the very least.

I know.

But at the time,
this was between me and Him.

I was much worse than this,
I couldn't move my arm at all.

You wouldn't have wanted to see me
slurping my tea.

- Was your mouth affected too?
- Yeah, mouth, speech, the full works.

I got all that back within six weeks.

Even though most of the time
I had nobody to practise with.

But I knew what He meant by it.

I'd gone to the Silent Order
to learn to keep my peace,

and He showed me.

Prayers aren't always answered
the way one would hope but...

They are generally answered.

And the answer He gave me was this.

When things change,
we have to find a different way.

Now, whenever I do up a button
or a shoelace,

I'm reminded
of the need to keep learning.

A reminder we all need
from time to time.

Nothing stays the same.

We don't stay the same, ourselves.

And all the time, the world
keeps on spinning faster.

Sometimes,

there's a brightness
and a richness in the moment.

Ripeness that simply says, "Taste this!"

And calls us to partake without fear
or any thought of punishment.

It is the fruit of our experience,
and in its heart,

it bears the seed of all our hopes.

Take the joy. Take all it gives.

Life is sweet,

and it is ours.

As is our right to love
and relish every moment.

They let her off the boat first
because she's in the family way.

We want to organise a wedding.

SISTER JULIENNE. I'd never had
any dreams of a wedding day.

I had, once upon a time.

There must have been more
than just one or two cases.

I don't know how to put it right.

I just think she's lonely.

Or heartbroken.

When I see Tom
and Barbara together now,

I don't see what I might've had,

I see what they have.

Babies are a two-handed job.
I do not handle newborns anymore.

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