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There are times
when all we can do is our best.

Gosh!

We're tested.

We're challenged.

We must have faith.

We must do our utmost.

We must trust in those around us.

We must trust ourselves.

We have to say, "I can do this!"

Good!

We have to believe it, too.

Belief is the beginning
of all things.

Well done!

You've done it, Mrs Whitehouse.

There we go.

You've got a baby boy.

Doctor, if I wasn't
trussed up like a chicken,

I'd give you a great big smacker!

Congratulations, Mrs Whitehouse.

And to you, too, Dr McNulty.
Your first forceps delivery.

First?

Now you tell me!

Not the first, Mrs Whitehouse, Dr
McNulty's first without assistance.

Right, I shall leave you
in his very capable hands

while I have another delivery
to celebrate.

Thank you for taking surgery
this afternoon. It's a great help.

- I'm just pleased to be of use.
- You definitely are.

What a wonderful entrance!
Thank you, Nurse Crane, boys.

Now, I'd just like to...

Oh! Thank you, Mrs Turner.
Er, if I may...?

Today is a very special day for
our borough and for our community.

As your local councillor,
it gives me the greatest pleasure

to welcome the most precious piece
of medical equipment on four wheels.

It's a bit small for an ambulance!

Thank you, Councillor Buckle.

Now, if I may say a quick word,

Dr Turner and I want
to thank everyone

who contributed so generously
to our fundraising efforts.

Nurse Crane and her Cubs have
been particularly generous,

and I really don't think
we would have made it

without the contents of
Angela and May's piggybanks!

Thanks to all of you. It means our
premature babies will be able

to stay with their mothers,
where they should be.

Very well said, Mrs Turner.

Now, I expect you're all
waiting for the great unveiling.

Now, you might need these,
Councillor Buckle.

Thank you, but I always carry
my special ceremonial shears.

Music, maestro, please!

Oh!

May I assist you, Dr McNulty?

I was just going through the
list for today's surgery.

Oh! Very well, carry on.

I hear you managed a very
successful delivery this morning.

Oh! Dr Turner was there, of course.

But yes,
it seemed to go like clockwork.

Hm! This list shouldn't
pose any problems, then.

Most are common ailments,
although we can always give

- Dr Turner a call if you're unsure.
- I doubt that'll be necessary.

Besides, the whole point of me
standing in this afternoon

is to lighten Dr Turner's load.

One swallow does not
a summer make, Doctor.

There's no need to run
before you can walk.

I'll bear that in mind.

- Mrs Carter?
- Hi. Here we are.

- Afternoon.
- Good afternoon. How can I help you?

We're here for the antenatal clinic.
Are we in the right place?

You are.
I'll just get you registered.

If I could take your wife's
details, Mr, erm...?

Mrs Irmsby. Marion Irmsby.

As my husband will tell you,
I'm very good at talking for myself.

- I'm so sorry.
- Please don't worry. No harm done.

Right, Stewart, you can get off now.

- Marion?
- Go on. I'll meet you outside after.

OK. I'll be out there.

Don't forget your cane.

He seems like a nice young man.

He has his moments.

- Do you have your Co-op card?
- Mm-hm.

Would you like a hand?

Unlike most women, I know how to
find everything in my handbag!

You should teach me the secret!

You're registered at a different
general practice, Mrs Irmsby.

I want to change now.

I'm not happy with the way I've
been treated since I got pregnant.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I can
arrange to transfer you to ours.

Is your doctor sympathetic?
I don't want one that isn't.

I would say so.

I demand to see a real doctor!

And I will not budge from this
spot until my demand is met.

Mr Walsh, it may have
escaped your notice,

but we only employ
real doctors here.

Dr McNulty fits that
very stringent criteria.

Five years at medical
school and several

nicely framed degree
certificates confirm it.

I don't give a monkey's.

He's not cutting his
baby teeth on me.

Very nice to meet you,
Mr Walsh. Dr McNulty.

Is your chest playing up again?

Let's get you seen so we
can start to get you better.

Good. Baby's coming through
loud and clear, Mrs Irmsby.

You can sit up now.

Have you ever looked after
someone like me, Nurse?

Do you mean blind?

No, but I've lost count of the
number of mothers I've taken care of.

Good!
I won't be any different, then.

Lots of blind women have
babies, you know.

I'm sure. So you've been
blind since you were a child?

Yes.

I've got this rare type
of retinitis pigmentosa.

That's the posh name.

It's just blindness to me.
And there's worse things, like...

..not being a mum.
I couldn't bear that.

Mm. Well, we'll do everything
we can to help you manage it.

I can manage fine, Nurse.

Most new mothers need
support, Mrs Irmsby.

Babies can be a shock to the system.

And your condition makes things
a little more complicated.

It really doesn't.

Er... Why don't we take this
one step at a time?

That's you done for today.

And when you pop in to
register with Dr Turner,

one of the midwives will show
you round the maternity home,

then you'll know exactly
where you're giving birth.

There's no need.
I'm having my baby at home.

Mrs Irmsby,
I really think that you should...

The council have given us
a lovely ground-floor flat

in Rigsby Buildings. It's all on
one level. No stairs to worry about.

I'll be better in my own home.

I'll make a home visit tomorrow
and we can discuss it then.

And that's not me treating
you any differently.

I have to do it for every
mother who wants a home birth.

Thank you.

See how you get on with the tablets,
Mr Walsh. See you again in a week.

Excuse me?

I could've bloody pegged it, sitting
here, the time you took with him.

I'm sorry, but this isn't
an antenatal clinic.

That's over at the
Iris Knight Institute.

Is it, now? That's nice for it.

But I'm not well, so I need to see
a doctor...if that's what you are.

- Hello, you.
- Hello, you!

Your hands are cold.
You been out here this whole time?

Nothing gets by you.

Dr McNulty,
you've admitted Yvonne Smith.

She's got a severe
urinary tract infection.

- I hope I did the right thing.
- Absolutely! Well done.

- She seems very happy to be here.
- Did she mention her husband?

Just to make a joke. Why?

Things aren't that easy at home.
He drinks quite heavily.

It's a strain on her,
though she'd never admit it.

I see.

A break might be the
best thing for her.

What Mrs Smith needs is a doctor
who'll take an interest in her

general wellbeing.

Being a doctor isn't just
about handing out pills.

- Thank you.
- What for?

Giving me this chance.

It's not completely selfless.
You're doing me a favour, too.

Something wrong?

Nothing serious.

It's just an old shoulder injury
from my medical-school days.

It flares up now and then.
Must be the damp.

If it gets really bad,
I take pethidine.

It might be worth getting
to a physiotherapist.

They'd fix you up, and then you
wouldn't need to take anything.

We're going to have to tread
very carefully with Mrs Irmsby.

I don't want her walking out on us,
like she did with her previous doctor.

She's going to need so much support.

We might have to
convince her about that.

Mm.

If only these were in Braille.

Stewart, are you ready yet?

I am now!

Here. What do you think?

It's high enough for you
to lift the baby in and out,

even when you're sitting on the bed.

What is it? Don't you like it?

Of course I do!

It's perfect!

I often push my bike
back to Nonnatus House

after delivering a baby.

It's not so much I'm tired,

more that I need to slow down,

mull things over.

- Does it leave pictures in your brain?
- How do you mean?

The job. The things you've seen
and the things you have to do.

When I was a houseman,
I'd have days when

I'd get back to my
room and close my eyes,

and it was like a film playing
over and over in my head.

Stitches going in,
maybe a tumour coming out.

Was it in colour
or black and white?

Glorious Technicolor, usually!

Me too! Dark green meconium,
bright-red haemorrhage.

I once saw a gastric haemorrhage
coming up like a pint of coffee.

I've yet to see one
at the other end.

- All in good time.
- I'll bring my wellies.

Those chips smell lovely.

That van does the best battered
cod in Poplar, so I'm told.

I could kill for a quick
fish and a sixpenn'orth.

Well, I'm not allowed
to eat in the street.

Or anywhere that's not in the
dining room at Nonnatus House.

Those are the rules.

I'm not a nun, though,
so they don't apply to me.

Dinner's ready.

Just coming.

Is something wrong?

Mm, just tired.

- I'm getting old, lass.
- Nonsense.

You've done a full day's work,
and now you're off to Cubs.

It's not been easy since
Sergeant Woolf left.

You'll just have to find
someone else to help you.

You wouldn't happen to
know anyone, would you?

Er, no-one springs to mind,
but I'll give it some thought.

See you downstairs.

- Those chips smell divine.
- Have one.

A moment on the lips, a lifetime
on the hips. No, thank you.

I'm perfectly happy
with my slice of ham.

- I'll have one.
- Apologies.

I was preparing for
the onslaught ahead.

That uniform brings my rather
undistinguished Scouting career

flooding straight back, Nurse Crane.

The only badge I
managed was fire safety.

- What, not even first aid?
- Especially not first aid.

Perhaps you should go
back and try again.

Nurse Crane is looking for
a volunteer to help her.

I'd happily do it. I've got
too many other commitments just now.

Would his name be
Cyril, by any chance?

Master Cyril, if you wouldn't mind.

I would, Nurse Crane,

but Dr Turner's relying on me
quite heavily at the minute.

I wouldn't want to let him down.

I can't imagine that would
happen, Dr McNulty.

You seem to have settled
in Poplar remarkably well.

Now I've tasted
Granger's fish and chips,

I won't be leaving in a hurry.

Sister? Would you like to try one?

I will oblige, but only in the
interest of historical research.

I wish to know if they're
as good as they used to be!

Hello?

It's me, Marion. It's Beryl.

Well, I hope you haven't
come to make trouble.

I think trouble's well and truly
on its way, don't you?

Going to let me in, then?

Why didn't you tell me
you were moving?

I didn't think you'd be bothered,
not after the things you said.

Well, I only spoke the truth.

A baby needs proper care, Marion.
Who's going to do that?

I'm its mother! I'll care for it.

Listen to yourself!
You're living in cloud-cuckoo-land.

Not everybody wants
to take the pill.

That's the midwife. You'd better go.

I'm going nowhere. Perhaps
she'll make you see sense.

No, Beryl, no!

Midwife calling. Is Mrs Irmsby in?

In there.

- Mrs Irmsby, it's me, Nurse Franklin.
- Nurse!

Is everything all right?

No, it isn't.

My sister's about to make the
biggest mistake of her life,

and I won't let it happen.

I'm...not sure what you mean, Mrs...

Cairns. I'll tell you what I mean.

Marion can't see.

She's a danger to herself,
so imagine what she might do to a baby!

How could she give it a
bath, for pity's sake?

Marion can get help with that.
That's why we're here.

- You going to move in with her, then?
- Her husband will be here.

Not all the time. He works.

He can't not work,
or they won't eat.

Well, can't you help?
You're her sister, after all.

I don't want her to.
She told me I was selfish

and had no right to bring
a baby into this world.

It is selfish!

And I won't be party to it.
It... It's not right.

It's not fair on the child.

Mrs Cairns,
I think you should go.

You're upsetting your sister, and
it's not fair on her or the baby.

You're right, Nurse. You have
a responsibility to that child, too.

So do your job.

Get that baby up for adoption,
for its own safety.

- No!
- How can you know that?

Baby isn't even here yet!

I've taken care of my
sister since she was 13,

and I will not stand by
and see her fall to pieces.

If you won't talk to
social services, then I will.

Oh, sweetie, there, there.

Can they do that?
Can they take my baby away?

I'm afraid they can.

Temperature's gone down.
It's a good sign.

You're not going to send me
home, are you?

It still hurts when I go, and I'm up
and down like a yo-yo, aren't I, Nurse?

She still has urinary
frequency, Doctor.

Then I want you to drink
as much fluid as you can.

It'll help flush the infection out.
I'll drink this bloody place dry.

Just don't send me home yet!

As hotels go, this one ain't bad!

Though the beds are hard as nails.

Mrs Smith,
if there's something bothering you,

something at home,
you can tell us.

It will be entirely
confidential.

I'm not prying, but I am here
to help you get better.

If there's anything making that
harder for you, it helps me to know.

There's nothing to tell.
I just don't want to go home yet.

It's quiet here.

Here. Drink this.

It's hot. Be careful.

I have got it, thank you.

- Who's the knitter in the family?
- Oh, I am. My pattern's in Braille.

You'd be surprised at the
things I can do, Nurse.

I can see that.
You seem very well prepared.

It certainly doesn't feel like
you've just moved in here.

That's Stewart. He's made sure
everything's organised for me.

He's a wonderful husband,
and he'll be a wonderful dad.

- What does he do?
- Bus driver.

He's saved up all his holidays so he
can take them when the baby comes.

That's good.

Social services will want to
know you've got someone with you.

You're also entitled to a home help.
I can arrange that.

- No, I don't want any strangers.
- Mrs Irmsby, please...

I won't let ANYONE say we're not fit
to look after our own child.

Not Beryl, not social
services, not anyone.

That's you all nice
and comfortable again.

Did the doctor mean that?

About letting me stay a bit longer?

If he said it, he meant it.

I've not met a bloke who
means what he says yet.

Yvonne!

Yvonne?

Yvonne!

Yvonne!

Where's my wife? Huh?
What have you quacks done with her?

I'm afraid you can't see your
wife just now. It's too early.

Visiting isn't until this evening.

Yeah, I don't give a stuff.

She's my wife,
and I'll see her when I like.

So you mind your own business,
you interfering old...bag.

Miss Higgins? Is something wrong?

We appear to have something
of a situation, Doctor.

There's my girl!

- Oh! That's a nice welcome...
- You're drunk.

Pfff!

- Where's the kid? You had it yet?
- What seems to be the problem here?

- Hm! And who's this? The cavalry?
- I must ask you to leave my ward.

You're disturbing the other patients,
not to mention upsetting your wife.

She's not upset.

Not upset, are you, darling?

See? She's not upset.

I told you to get out. Now get out!

Mr Smith, I have called the police.

I'm going.

So get off me. Now!

You better have your bags
packed when I get back.

You're coming home with me.

- You all right, Doctor?
- Yes, I'm fine.

I'm sorry, everybody,
for losing my temper.

You won't be the one to
suffer because of it, though.

To what do I owe this honour?

- Nothing. I was just passing.
- I'm glad you were.

It's a lovely surprise.

That's not like Nurse Crane,
not to speak.

- She's not herself at the moment.
- What's wrong?

She's tired. She's doing too much.
The Cubs are taking it out of her.

I feel a bit bad.
She asked me if I could help out

- and I said I couldn't.
- Why did you say that?

Because of us! We hardly
see each other as it is.

Well, how about we do
something about that?

We help Nurse Crane, together.

Yeah.

Oh, Nurse Franklin. I'm afraid I've
just had a deeply upsetting phone call

from social services
about, Marion Irmsby.

Her sister threatened
to contact them today.

Well...

she's now reported Mrs
Irmsby as an unfit mother.

The poor woman hasn't even
given birth yet,

and she's already seen as a failure!

Social services will have to be
involved now. They have no choice.

The welfare of the baby
is paramount.

We will be obliged to inform them
as soon as that baby is born.

They will decide on its future.

If she loses her baby,
it will devastate her.

No-one wants Marion Irmsby
to be separated from her child.

But if we want to put her case
to the social services,

then we have to be
convinced that she can cope.

If we have any doubt,
we must express it.

It is our moral duty.

I understand, Sister.

Come in.

I thought you might need
a little pick-me-up.

Just what the doctor ordered.
Thank you.

My shoulder's playing up again.

It was horrible. I've never seen
anyone that drunk before.

It's not a pretty sight.

Thank goodness Dr McNulty was there.

Indeed, Sister.

Poor Mrs Smith. I'm sure
she bears the brunt of it.

And she has a child
on the way now, too. Mm.

It hardly seems fair. There's
your young couple, Nurse Franklin,

who, in any other circumstances,
would be considered ideal parents.

But because she's blind,
they're held to higher standards.

You're right, Sister Hilda,
it's definitely not fair.

- I've been thinking.
- Have you?

About what?

About the Cubs.

If the position's still open,
I'd like to take you up on it.

Well! This is a turn-up!

In fact, I'm not the only one.
Cyril has volunteered too.

Two for the price of one!
That's a bargain.

I shall be very glad
to have you both.

Don't get too comfortable.
I need your help.

Now? It's bedtime!

That's as may be,
but we need a project.

Now that the incubator fund is over,

we need to come up with
something exciting for them.

So put your thinking cap on.

Good morning.

- Is the water warm enough?
- It's just right.

I need to feel it for meself, Nurse.
The baby's not any different.

Er, where's the chair gone?
It should be here.

Oh, it's just here.

I moved it to make it easier
for you to get to the bath.

I need everything to stay exactly
where it was, or I'll get confused.

I'm so sorry. I didn't realise.

Now we're going to pour
the water into the bath.

Good.

Now pick baby up.

Using the cotton wool,
we're going to dip it into the water

and wash baby's face.

Hold baby securely,
with her head over the water.

We're going to wet her hair by scooping
up the water with your free hand.

Now with soap,
we're going to lather up baby's hair.

- Where's the soap gone?
- It's on the floor. I'll get it.

No. You can't do it for me.
I have to do it myself.

Don't worry. It's your first time.

I can do it! I'm just nervous
because you're watching me.

You just need more practice.

Now, why don't we carry
on and finish this bath?

I'm just going out for
a bit of air, Miss Higgins.

I seem to have a headache coming on.

Very well. Try not to be too long.

Dr McNulty, Mrs Smith is in labour.

She's already three fingers dilated,
and her contractions are strong.

The pain relief we've given her must
have masked her early contractions.

But she's not due yet.

She must have got her
dates slightly wrong.

She's got a way to go yet, but I'd like
to give her 50 milligrams of pethidine.

I think sedation and pain relief
will help her at this stage.

Can you countersign the book?

Her husband was drunk, wasn't he?

The full three sheets
to the wind, I'm afraid.

Poor man.

You don't get in that state if there's
not some sadness eating at you.

Nurse?

You go. I'll sort the
pethidine injection for you.

Dr Turner's surgery.

Yes, er...

Where's the kettle?

Fred's fixing the whistle on it.

My brother and I always forgot
the kettle when we went camping.

Please don't suggest we
take the Cubs camping.

I don't like the idea of
sleeping under canvas!

You don't know what you're missing.

We used to have to do it
all the time in El Alamein.

Anyway, what were you talking about?

Nurse Crane's Cubs. We've been roped
in to help her, and we're racking

our brains trying to come up
with something to do with them.

Hmm. Well, seeing as
you've asked for my opinion...

..boys love to build things
that move.

You're a mechanic.. why don't you get
them to make something with wheels on?

They're only ten!
They're not allowed to drive.

They don't need an engine.

- Huh?
- Mm. Yeah.

You are fully dilated, Mrs Smith.
Baby won't be long now.

Don't tell my husband.

I...don't want him here.

Let's get you to the delivery room.

Mr Irmsby!

Just keep your wife calm, Mr Irmsby.
I'll be as quick as I can.

You must be her eyes now.

I'll do my best, Sister.

Right, things are moving
quite quickly, Yvonne.

I'm just going to get some towels,
and I'll be straight back.

Dr McNulty's here,
so you don't have to worry.

Make it stop!

Right, let's get baby out
safe and sound.

You still uncomfortable, Mrs Murphy?

Shall I bring you
some more painkillers?

- No, I'm fine.
- If you're sure.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

All right, Mrs Smith, calm down.
You're all right.

Why has he cut me?
Why has he cut me?!

You won't have to push
nearly so long, Mrs Smith.

Baby'll be here very soon.

Doctor, can you put
pressure on the incision?

Yvonne?
There's no need to panic.

I'm going to call for Dr Turner.

I'm sorry if this hurts,
but I have to keep the pressure.

It won't be for much
longer, Mrs Smith.

We'll get baby out very soon.

We won't need the forceps, Doctor.

Towel.

If I deliver baby,
can you prepare to suture?

Then you can be ready
as soon as baby's out.

Yvonne? I can see baby's head,
so I'm going to ask you to give me

a big push now with the next
contraction, to help baby out.

- No! It hurts!
- I know you're in pain down there,

but I want you to push the baby
down, as it will push the pain away.

No!

You HAVE to trust me, Yvonne.

That's it.

Take a breath.

Long, steady push.

Well done.

Take a breath. And again.

Can you manage a third
push with this contraction?

Slow this one down now.

Well done!

Syntometrine, please, Dr McNulty.

He's a beautiful little boy, Yvonne.

Oh, thank God! Thank God!

Now, Yvonne, baby's
a little on the small side.

It's nothing to worry about,
but we're just going to

have to put him in the
incubator for a little while.

He'll just be in the nursery.

You can hold him now, though.

Well done.

I'm glad to see everything's
under control, Dr McNulty.

Don't forget to check her
haemoglobin in the morning.

That's it.

That's it, sweetie! That's it.

Baby's nearly here, Marion.

When your next contraction comes,
I want you to push

and imagine baby is in your arms.

That's it.

That's it, that's it!
That's it, sweetie.

Short pushes.

- Ah!
- That's it.

The hard work's nearly done.

Take a breath.

Almost there. Almost there.

And again, Marion.

- Go on!
- You can do this.

A little girl, Marion.

A little daughter!

There we are, sweetie.

Hello!

She's got hair! What colour is it?

It's dark. It's dark, like yours.

She's beautiful!

Just like her mum.

Sister Frances!

I just couldn't stand
to see her pushing so hard.

I thought an episiotomy would
shorten the second stage.

It was an unnecessary risk
that I wouldn't have taken.

Goodnight, Doctor.

She's sleeping.

This little one's almost
out for the count, too.

Marion wanted to feed her herself.

It's easier for her
than making up bottles.

She still can, Mr Irmsby.

I'll stay until she wakes up,
and then we'll try again.

Thank you, Nurse. I don't know
what we would have done without...

Mr Irmsby...you have to persuade
Marion to accept a home help.

No, no. We don't want strangers
coming in, watching our every move.

You don't have any choice.
Social services will insist on it.

- What have they got to do with it?
- Everything, I'm afraid.

Your sister-in-law told them
that Marion isn't fit to be a mum.

Are they going to take my baby?

Please don't let them take my baby!

Please! Please!

Er, I thought you were
out on your rounds.

I am. I just popped in to
pick up a dressing pack.

Have you got time for a cuppa?

What is it?

It's my gran.

I'm so worried about her, Lucille.

If you could see what it's like
in that place. It's...

..just...

I've never been in a prison,
but I can imagine.

Oh, it's worse than that,
I promise you.

When are you going
to see her again?

Today.

I haven't been for a couple of
weeks. I feel so bad about it.

I'm desperate to see her...but
I'm dreading it at the same time.

Mrs Smith...

..you weren't in any danger.
You know that, don't you?

Neither was the baby.
We had it all under control.

Sister Frances did, you mean.

Men!

I should have known
better than to trust one.

You're all talk.

Never owning up.

Blaming everyone else.

Doesn't matter whether you've got a
big, fancy job like you

or whether you're like Vic,
without a pot to piss in.

You're all the same underneath.

The same scared little boys.

- Give me the baby, darling.
- No!

Marion, baby needs changing.

If you let me take her, I'll change
her and bring her straight back.

How do I know you won't
walk out the door with her?

Marion, come on! Nurse Franklin
wouldn't do anything like that.

You need to snap out of this.
It's not helping.

Don't you tell me
to snap out of it!

I'm going to lose everything!

Not just you, Marion.

Us.

I'm going out for a walk before
I say something I'll regret.

I won't be long.

What's happened?

That was social services.

I was legally obliged to inform them
when Marion Irmsby had her baby.

I felt like Judas.

You had no choice.

Why isn't she feeding?

You're too upset, sweetie.
Let's leave it for a little while.

There. That's better, isn't it?

I can hear her sucking!
She must be starving.

Is that them? Don't let them in.

I'm afraid I'll have to.

It's all right, Mrs Irmsby.
It's just your sister.

She was worried it might
be the social services.

I'd like to see her.

No! I don't want to see her.

I'm sorry, but I can't.

I didn't mean for this to happen.
I was only thinking of her.

It doesn't feel like that to her.

We were so young
when our mother died.

Just children ourselves.

But I was the eldest, and if
anything had happened to Marion,

I'd never have forgiven myself.

And I don't want that fear
hanging over my sister.

But she's an adult
now, Mrs Cairns.

She's blind, Nurse!

How can she look after her baby?

And what if her baby turns out
to be blind, like her?

Retinitis pigmentosa
is usually hereditary.

I'm sure she'll face it with the
same strength that she faced her own,

IF she's allowed
to keep HER baby.

There must still be a way that
you can be part of this, surely.

She can come in.

Just for five minutes.

She was hungry.

What's her name?

Rosemary.

It's pretty.

Would you like to hold her?

No.

It's best not.

In you come.

Oh! Ohhh!

You're a sight for sore eyes,
and no mistake!

Sorry I haven't been for
a couple of weeks, Gran.

I've been run off
my feet at work.

Winter's coming.
It feels like every child

in the district's going
down with something!

Make sure you don't
catch anything.

These bugs can wipe the
feet from under you.

I'm a Dyer. I've got
the constitution of an ox.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You brought the paper?
- Yeah.

I hope you've brought a pencil.

Have you lost weight?

A little bit.

Noting to write home about.

Well, you look a bit pale.
You feeling all right?

Fine! Just can't stomach
the food in here, that's all.

I'm fine!

The Cubs' parents will be pleased
they'll be learning new skills.

You're right, lass.

(Music: You've Got Your Troubles
by the Fortunes)

I'll be glad to get back
to work and have a rest!

- What's that meant to mean?
- Doesn't mean anything.

You can't say those things, not
ever! It's what they're waiting for.

They want us to say
it's too much for us.

Maybe it is, Marion.

What's the harm in having
someone in to help?

No! It's giving in.

You're making this harder
than it already is.

Well, you know what to do, then.

I'm just here
to wet the baby's head.

I won't stay long, so don't get
your knickers in a twist, Sister.

- Vic, have some respect.
- This it, then?

The kid?

Billy. His name's Billy.

Billy the Kid!

Congratulations, Mr Smith.
He's a handsome boy.

Well, he would be, wouldn't he?

Now, if you don't mind,
I have to examine your wife.

Be my guest.

I'm coming, darling, I'm coming!

Don't cry, baby, don't cry.

I'm here. I'm here, darling.
All right, Mummy's here.

Go away! Just go away!

Mrs Irmsby, it's me, Nurse Franklin.

We'll see how baby gets on
in a cot for a couple of days

before we can discharge you both.

It might be better,
given how things are at home,

if you were to stay with a relative.

Is there anyone?

- I've got an aunt in Margate.
- Well, the sea air will do you good.

She'll love this.
She never liked him.

Looks like she was right, eh?

- Hindsight is a wonderful thing.
- You won't...

..tell him where I've
gone, will you?

Of course not.

You going to tell them
about Dr McNulty, Sister?

I don't know whether to, either.

I'm sorry. I should never
have left you alone.

If social services had turned up,
God knows what would've happened.

You're going to have to
leave me alone sometime.

Marion, please listen to me.

We can't do this all by ourselves.
We need help.

There's no shame in it.
It doesn't mean we're bad parents.

I don't mind help!
Nurse Franklin helps.

I do,
but I won't be able to forever.

I don't want somebody
I don't know.

It doesn't have to be.
You have a sister.

And I'm sure when you were young,

Beryl would have done
exactly the same thing

to get to you as you
did for Rosemary today.

Ah! Kevin, come in. How are you?

Not great, to be honest.

I just wanted to let
you know I've got an

appointment with a
physiotherapist next week.

Well, that should sort you out.

Is it possible to have one
prescription of pethidine?

Just to...see me through
until I see him.

I'd rather you took codeine.

It doesn't touch it.

Give it another try.

Ta-daa!

They're lovely, darling.
Thank you.

Well, they're not the
most delicate fairy cakes

you've ever seen,
but they taste all right.

I've had three.

Here, before I eat the lot.

Well, they're not that bad.

Here. Take a swig. Go on.

Went down the wrong
hole, that's all.

You should get the prison
doctor to have a look at you.

There's nothing wrong with me!
I'd be wasting his time.

It can't harm.

If it happens again, I'll go.

Thank you for coming.

I hope it doesn't cause
any more trouble, that's all.

Mrs Irmsby, your sister's here.

- Oh! Hello, Beryl.
- Marion.

- Stewart.
- All right, Beryl?

- Hello, Peggy?
- Yeah? Who is it?

Nurse Franklin.
We spoke on the telephone.

Oh, yeah! Come in. Watch you don't
trip. There's toys everywhere.

What are the bells for, Peggy?

So I can hear exactly where she is.
She's a rascal, that one.

I have to keep tabs on her!

The bells get on your nerves
after a while, but they do the job.

I can't see an inch in front of me,
but I can hear a bloody pin drop!

I can tell exactly why the baby's
crying just from the sound.

When I hold her,
I feel how she feels.

What about the nappies?

You don't need to see to know
if a nappy needs changing,

that's for sure! When it's sopping
wet, it's down by their ankles.

I use nappies with snaps. No pins.

Babies don't know the
meaning of the word "still".

Marion?

Get all of your medicines
labelled in Braille.

And take all of the help
you can get. You're entitled.

I will. I definitely will.

I'll make sure of it.

What's happened?

My gran's not very well.

She's lost loads of weight,
and she's struggling to eat.

I...I don't know what to do.

If Beryl agrees to help us,

does that mean social services
will leave us alone?

I think they'll still want
to be involved, Marion.

But if Beryl's here,
they won't be so worried.

Beryl?

I know we've had our differences,
but this isn't about us any more.

It's about Rosemary.
We're her family.

She should be with us.

All of us.

If it's what you both want.

I still want to do for
myself, Beryl.

Have I ever stopped you?

Sister?

I have something I should tell.

But if I do...

..I will get a friend
into serious trouble.

When a secret weighs heavy...

..we imagine it is our burden alone.

But...the opposite is true.

Once it is spoken...

..it disappears.

Now, I'd like to introduce
you to two new friends

who have kindly volunteered
to help us with our next project.

Nurse Anderson is one of
my esteemed colleagues,

and Mr Robinson
is a wonderful mechanic

who has expertly tuned my
Morris Minor many times.

- Good evening, boys.
- Hello, everyone.

Now, I expect you're
all eager to find out

what our next project's
going to be. Hm?

Well, with Nurse Anderson
and Mr Robinson's help,

we are going to build...

..go-karts!

Hey!

Morning. Hey!

Beryl.

Stewart.

There are always challenges in life.

There are pieces to put together...

..plans to lay...

..and progress to be made.

Sometimes there are no
prizes, no medals to polish,

no trophy for the shelf.

A reward comes as a smile...

..a touch...

..a dawning sense
that all WILL be well...

..that the future is smiling...

..and opening its arms.

Good luck.

And so we take courage...

..or it is given to us...

..in a squeeze on the hand
or a pat on the back...

..and the magical words...

.."I believe in you".

You are in here because
you're clearly not well, Gran.

I'm acting up, ain't I?

The work of your order is clearly
going to decline in importance.

I think he needs a girlfriend.

I think he just needs
to concentrate on his job.

Everything's going to be perfect.

We can't run the maternity
home without the order!

You did what was right then and
you're doing what's right now.

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