All language subtitles for Call The Midwife - 09x08 - Episode 8.RiVER.English.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

When autumn
starts to dampen into winter,

should we say,
"The nights are getting dark"?

Should we thrust our
hands into our pockets

and anticipate the chill?

Or should we say,
"Light the fire, draw close,

"it will not be as cold
as you imagine"?

Anyone care to join me in a cuppa?

I'd love to,
but I've got a bus to catch.

Moi aussi, I'm afraid.

I've got six minutes. You couldn't
just pop those fairy cakes

in that tin for me, could you?
They're for my grandma.

Have you got far to go, to see her?

No, not really.

What are you going to do
this afternoon, Kevin?

I'm on call, so with a bit of
luck I'll get to watch the sport.

With Nurse Crane,
if there's any wrestling on.

Shh!

Kevin, no-one's supposed to know
about Nurse Crane and the wrestling.

All I'm saying Mrs Bevan,

is that if you want to get the full
bouffant effect with this veil,

then you're going to have to go
with plain tulle, and plenty of it.

But I had my heart
set on guipure lace

to match the edging on the sleeves.

I haven't agreed to guipure lace on
the sleeves or anywhere else, Mum.

I haven't even decided
if I'm having sleeves.

Well you'd better
decide, and quickly.

I thought we had months to
plan all this, not weeks.

I like this one.

It's too fitted, Petra.

You'll need a bouquet
the size of a bin lid.

I'll have a look and see if
we've got something a bit more

empire line.

My nerves are like cat meat.

Look, she's not the first
and she won't be the last.

Have you thought of
adding a chiffon cape?

We won't be much
longer, I promise you.

I just don't want to miss
out on viewing that flat.

Private rentals are like
gold dust or hen's teeth

or rocking-horse droppings.

Everything's going to be perfect.

Valerie Dyer visiting
Elspeth Mary Dyer.

She's in the hospital wing.

They told me I'd have
privileges in here.

I was hoping to get
my proper girdle back.

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

I'm acting up, ain't I?

That dressing gown's
hanging off you.

It's the food in here.

I'll share them with Sandra.

She slit her wrists on Thursday.

She could do with
a bit of a pick-me-up.

Down on the top rope.

Grown men!

Grown men rolling around in what
amounts to their vest and pants.

Maybe you can knit
them something.

Cheeky!

Last time I was here,
my grandmother had a choking fit.

Since then, it looks to me
as though she's lost a stone.

She hasn't choked while
she's been in the infirmary.

She was admitted with
heartburn and general malaise.

But we aren't too worried because
she tells us she's eating well.

Do you sit with
her during meals?

Might I remind you where we are?

This isn't a convalescent
home for gentlefolk.

Elsie will be returned to her
normal cell on Monday.

Come in.

Hello, Sister.

It's very kind of you to see me,
Dr Knightly-Grimes.

Yes. Sorry, I can't offer you
a chair,

with things being as they are.

All this rebuilding
and reorganisation

has a lot to answer for.

And a lot to offer, of course.

I'll have to take
your word for that,

given that your department has just
cut the Nonnatus House budget by 50%.

Yes. You have been notified?

By letter this morning.

I'd be obliged if you
might tell me why.

With the expansion of the St
Cuthbert's maternity wards, the

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

It hasn't declined yet.

And whilst the department
is being rebuilt,

we have 30 extra
clinic patients.

You're also under
threat of demolition.

Until that happens,
Nonnatus House is efficient,

central to the district and
extremely well staffed and equipped.

There is however, the problem
of your running costs.

We've only ever paid
a peppercorn rent.

The council have been very
generous in that regard.

You haven't been notified by the
Department of Estates and Housing?

No, I have not.

Ah. That is most unfortunate.

If we finish on time this afternoon,
I need to pop into Violet Buckle's

and get some wool for
Dr McNulty's new jumper.

Ooh.

Do you reckon
kingfisher or navy blue?

I'd like to say kingfisher, but he'd
probably find it a bit of a stretch.

I just wish we could
pep him up a bit.

Get him started on some
sort of proper life.

I think he needs a girlfriend,

which in turn requires
more than a new jumper.

I think he just needs to
concentrate on his job.

Have you never heard the expression
"all work and no play"?

We ought to send him
to that discotheque

the junior doctors are
having at St Cuthbert's.

I saw a poster, when I was
dropping some samples off.

But how can you be expected to pay
the full commercial rent

when the council have
just halved the budget?

I asked him that.

He replied,

"If you do not pay,
you will have to surrender the premises."

Did you ask him where the
Sisters and staff would sleep?

Yes.

He said, "That problem
will soon be irrelevant."

It's not irrelevant to us.

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

You may have no choice.

And that's it?

Nonnatus House settles for half
the budget and 20 times the rent?

That is the situation
we find ourselves in.

And I fear we may
have to accept it.

Eddie's in lodgings and he
won't move in with my mum.

If we could just find a flat
to rent, we'd be in clover.

He's in the house
clearance line,

so I'll have my pick
of all the furniture.

Some of it does smell of old people
but there's quite a bit of Formica.

Precious, are you absolutely
sure about your dates?

- Dates?
- The date of your last monthly period.

You'd be three months,
according to that,

but I'm making you nearer to four.

Oh.

Well, you're the expert.

- When am I going to feel it kicking?
- Not just yet.

And when you do,
it won't feel like a footballer.

I've been told it's more like a bird,
brushing inside you with its wings.

Like a bird?

I like that.

Good afternoon.

Bernice Medlar? I believe you
usually attend St Cuthbert's.

Yes, but I don't use the
name Bernice any more.

People call me Bonnie.

We generally keep to
formal terms in clinic,

Miss Medlar.

Valerie,

I've just come
from St Cuthbert's

and I saw your grandma being
brought in from the prison,

on a stretcher.

I notice you've opted out
of wearing a brassiere.

Do you have any
discomfort in your bosoms?

I never had much to put in a bra
before, so I didn't bother.

Now they just seem to
stand up on their own.

That's what they say in the
books, isn't it?

Pregnancy is a positive
state of health.

- Have you been doing a lot of reading?
- Yes.

And, I just got an LP
out of the library

that's a sound recording
of a woman giving birth.

They don't tell you
much at St Cuthbert's.

And they don't have much time
to answer questions, either.

Or time at all, I'll warrant.

It is a bit of sausage factory,
and I'm a vegetarian.

Snap.

They gave me a leaflet
saying eat more liver.

I might give you one saying
eat more eggs and spinach.

You're not anaemic.

That said, your ankles do seem
a little puffy to me, Mrs Medlar.

Does your job keep you
on your feet a lot?

I work in a record shop.

Have done ever since
I came to London.

And it's Miss.

I gathered that.

That's why I thought
you might still be working.

I do have a boyfriend but

we haven't got round to
getting the piece of paper yet.

It doesn't matter to us.
We don't see why we should be forced.

I don't care what the nurse said,
I can definitely feel it moving.

- Like that.
- No, that's not it.

Since when were you the expert?!

The nurse said it feels
like the brush of wings.

I've done you Wensleydale on
toast and a bit of Instant Whip.

You're not going short
of calcium on my watch.

You want anything?
I can open you a tin of mince.

I don't need you spoiling me, Ada.
You concentrate on spoiling her.

They're making out I've
got digestive trouble.

I said to them I was only sick
when I was in the work room

because it's not
ventilated properly.

Oh, Gran, I...

Now...

Don't you go crying, my girl.

Not in all that eye black.

Gran, they've left your notes here.

I call that careless
and inconsiderate.

You vomited blood
in the work room, Gran.

- Is that what they said?
- It says...

..you're acutely anaemic.

It says you've had an
X-ray and a barium meal.

It says...

It says you've got cancer
of the oesophagus, Gran.

Oh, those doctors!

They don't know anything.

They do.

And so do I.

I think
there's one coming up now.

- It's starting up, is it?
- Yes.

That's right.

She isn't scared.

She isn't scared at all.

Can you hear her?

She knows she can do it.

I know I can do it.

And I know...

..I don't have to
do it in a hospital.

Eddie?

Eddie, it's kicking.

Put your hand on my stomach
like you usually do.

I Know A Place
by Petula Clark

Then swing from the elbows.

Left to right or right to left?

Do you think you might
fare better if you traded

those Oxford things
for some plimsolls?

It might give him more bounce
on the ball of his foot.

Nobody wears plimsolls
to a discotheque.

Kevin, the warden from the men's
night shelter telephoned.

They've had a death,
and it needs to be certified.

Was he a meths drinker?

I'm sorry, mate.

I'm sorry. I'll be finished soon.

I'm afraid surgery has concluded
for the morning. Is something amiss?

Only at St Cuthbert's.

I've been under them so far,

but yesterday I had an appointment
at the clinic in the Institute

and er, I just want to be
looked after by you now.

What a resounding
endorsement of our practice.

I will however need the
details on your Co-op card

as soon as is convenient.

Can I see the midwife
with the curly perm?

Just to say hello.

She's on duty here today.
I shall take you through.

I have no intention of using this.

I had wondered about
having it at home.

The baby's father could
be there then, couldn't he?

Fathers have attended births
here too before today.

All I would say is,

men in the delivery room
are a lot like gas and air -

when it comes to the crunch,
you might change your opinion.

I won't.

Eddie was a Barnardo's boy.

He never had any family.

He doesn't let people in

and I thought, if he's there
when the baby arrives, then

he'll have to let it in.

Won't he?

Do you think he might derive some
benefit from relaxation classes?

We offer them down at the
Institute for mothers and fathers.

- Do you teach them?
- Sister Hilda is at the helm,

and people have assured me
her voice is very soothing.

And, they can let her out
just like that?

She's inside for doing
illegal abortions.

As I understand it,

your grandmother was already
under consideration for parole.

I'd like to think that her age
came into play with that.

She was almost the oldest
prisoner there at 80.

80?

She told me she was 75.

But it's more likely to be that the
prison infirmary has no room for her,

and the jail itself
can't release a wardress

to sit with her in St Cuthbert's
for several weeks.

Is that how long she's got?

Just weeks?

I haven't seen her yet,

but I will, when she comes home.

Dr Turner, she can't come home.

There'll be an inch of
dust in her old flat.

The landlord couldn't re-let it

cos the whole of Shadforth
Buildings has been condemned.

We will help you to clean it.

If she is to be discharged
into your care,

home might be the most
comfortable place for her.

What do you mean,
discharged into my care?

Your grandmother has named
you as her next of kin

on all the Home Office documents.

I don't really know
why I came in here.

I don't believe in the things it does.
I've tried.

I know.

But it will do those things anyway.

It will shelter

and it will strengthen

and it will calm.

There's going to be
nothing left standing soon.

Every landmark I ever knew
seems to be falling down.

I know.

She's going to need morphine.

We need to get it ordered
from the pharmacy.

Val, that's not for you
to worry about.

And a new mattress
and hopefully a pulley.

She'll need glycerine
swabs for her mouth.

We can see to all of that.

We are going to nurse
your grandmother.

You simply have to care for her.

I'm going to give you
leave of absence

for as long as her journey takes.

It's a bacon sandwich.

You said the pigs die screaming.

I thought I would do something
that would make you happy.

If we don't take care of each other,

how are we going to
take care of a child?

We need to start
somewhere, don't we?

How about relaxation classes

with the other mums
and dads to be?

Well, that won't kill us, will it?

False alarm for Hilda Lettins.

Are you heading out
for the evening?

Sister Julienne and I are going
to beard Councillor Buckle

in her den at her
evening surgery

to see what, if anything,
can be done about these budget cuts.

Did you take any pethidine
with you?

Only the usual.

You best put it straight
back in the cupboard.

We seem to be running low.

We're collecting some dress
material for the Bevan wedding.

The councillor is at her surgery,

so payment requested
at your convenience.

The till is closed
for the night.

Can I please take a little peek?

Oh, go on.

Oh!

Mum, this isn't it.

She's ordered pink.

I am going to sort this out
with Mrs Buckle right now.

Think of the waves
coming into shore.

Small waves.

Even the GLC doesn't have
a bottomless pit of money,

and what money there is

has to be spent where
the need is greatest.

Naturally, we're very grateful
for the support we do receive but...

Apologies, Sister,
but if I may interject.

What are you meant
to be grateful for?

The civilian midwives may get paid
the going rate, but the nuns don't.

They put the barest minimum
into their own coffers

and one way and another,
the rest is all spent on the patients.

The GLC are doing very nicely
indeed out of the arrangement,

so you needn't plead
poverty on their behalf.

If she spent less time
meddling in politics

and more time doing what people pay
her for, we'd all be better off.

I still don't think
we should interrupt her.

You are being married in
white, not shocking pink.

Small, shallow waves

licking at the sand and looking
like lace on a pretty underslip.

The waves cannot harm you.

Father in the mustard top,
you're looking frightfully tense.

Drop those shoulders, drop them.

Just breathe like I do, Eddie.

Copy me.

There does seem to be a certain
disquiet regarding the fact

that you are a very visibly
religious organisation

and it isn't thought to be...

..appropriate when there
is money being put towards

contraceptive clinics
and venereal disease.

And think of the waves.

There's a panel meeting due.

I could see

if they would agree to you putting
forward a defence of your position.

Oi!

Are you all right?

You can't fight in here.
This is a relaxation class.

Who is she?

Eddie.

Who are you?

His fiancee.

I'm pregnant.

So am I.

Careful.

Would it be deemed tactless
if I resume my class?

I think we all need to lie
down and listen to Acker Bilk.

Two sugars.

And I am so sorry about
the wedding-dress material.

I'm worried about Eddie.

You're worried about him?

He's scared, Nurse.

Scared of what he's done.

Scared of what I'll do.

And do you know
what scares him most?

Hurting other people.

- There's so much I don't know about him.
- Clearly.

But I do know that.

Thank you for this, Fred.

Us East Enders,
we stick together.

They couldn't find my good girdle
till I was almost out the door,

then they put it in a carrier
bag, like 5lb of King Eddies.

We'll sort you out when
we get you home, eh?

There was a rota
for these stairs.

We did it turn and turn around.

It's all right, Gran.

- And just catch your breath.
- There we are.

- Oh, oh.
- Oh.

Agh!

Absolutely filthy!

I'm going to take
my brush to this.

Agh, agh.

I have not had one wink of sleep

and I didn't even
have my rollers in.

He's going to have to turn
his back on that floozy

or else you're going to be a jilted
bride and an unmarried mother.

Or married to a man
I'll never trust again,

and possibly for no good reason.

How do you mean,
for no good reason?

I've had some bleeding.

Oh, Dr McNulty,
just the gentleman.

Please be advised that we
will be refreshing the rules

relating to the drug cupboard.

I usually set my bag up
in Nonnatus House.

Nurse Crane has noticed some
small discrepancies, as have I.

We will be synchronising
our routines.

Please help me.

I've got the worst
headache I've ever had.

Doctor?

How much staining did you
see on your underclothes?

But there was nothing
on the toilet paper?

It was like it had
already stopped.

She needs to be in
hospital, do you hear me?

I'm taking Petra to
the maternity home

so Doctor can put
our minds at ease.

Will I have to stay here?

Will I not be able
to have a home birth?

We'll just have to see
how things go.

Like Dr McNulty said,
your blood pressure is on the high side

and we need to check your urine
at regular intervals

in case anything goes awry.

- But is it all right now?
- Yes.

We're just of the opinion
that you need looking after.

What have you done
with this mattress?

It's giving me a pain right in
the middle of my shoulder blades.

That's a symptom of the
cancer, Gran.

Dr Turner says you
can have a spoonful

of liquid morphine
whenever you need it.

I had that at St Cuthbert's.
It made me sick.

Elsie?

Auntie Flo.

I've, erm,

brought you a couple of trotters

and a vanilla slice.

Get rid of her.
I don't want any visitors.

It's time to stop laying
the law down, Else.

You've got family queueing up all
over Poplar wanting to see you.

I don't want... anyone

across this threshold,

except my Val.

Come on.

The Board of Health have
invited us to address them

at their next committee meeting.

I wish I could say they were rolling
out the red carpet but they aren't.

You can have one speaker and the slot
is for no more than five minutes.

Oh!

Best veil and wimple for you on
the night, then, Sister Julienne.

No, someone else must speak,

and it cannot be
one of the Sisters.

In which case, might I suggest
that a petition is in order?

I'm sure we'd get hundreds
of signatures.

How long will it take you
to get it organised?

Because the meeting
is in three days.

At three months plus,
any miscarriage

would be traumatic
and carry risks.

I wouldn't want to send her home.

That said,

a bit of peace and quiet
might yet keep things on track.

There's no peace and no quiet at home
with her mother, I'm telling you now.

The side room's free.

Let's keep her in there until we
can get her a bed in St Cuthbert's.

Slip your shoes back on.

We're going to move you to
somewhere a little more private.

No more hopping in and out of bed.
You ring the bell if you need to.

Oh, no.

What's she doing here?

This hasn't been
properly managed at all.

It's been managed with my
patient's best interest in mind,

as I'm sure it has with yours.

I don't want to be here and I don't
want to be here looking at her.

You're not the only lady
in need of care.

Miss Bevan has her own concerns
and her own requirements.

It's a shame she hasn't got
her own boyfriend.

Eddie and me were courting for
two years. We're engaged.

You thought you were.

This is a maternity ward, and you
are expectant mothers not fishwives.

I advise you both,
to concentrate on keeping well

and to put your personal
circumstances to one side.

- Where's my girl?
- Oh!

Hello, love.

Agh!

Her blood pressure's slightly low,

otherwise her principal problem
at the present time is - pain

but I can't persuade her
to take anything for it.

Every time she grimaces,

every time she groans in her
sleep, I think...

..this is my fault.

I helped send her to prison,
and prison made her ill.

Valerie, we went to
the police together

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

I don't feel as though
I'm doing anything.

You're loving her.

That's the only
medicine she wants.

You're improving.

At least this time you managed
to stay on the premises.

Where am I going to run to?

There's only her.

And her.

There's only them.

I understand you're not oversupplied
with family, Mr Tannerman.

I can remember my mum.

I can remember, sitting listening
to the gramophone with her.

I thought that, with Petra...

..I could have that
kind of life again

and a home like that again with her.

Gas fire and a record-player.

And what about Bonnie?

Bonnie?

Like nothing I've
ever known or seen.

And I... realised there were...

..other ways of being happy,

except she'd just call it
other ways of being.

Then events...

..got ahead of themselves.

And I don't know what to do.

I think you've done
enough for one lifetime.

Those young women have minds
and opinions of their own

and you can't ask them
what they want now.

You are going to have to wait
till they decide...

..for the sake of the
babies you've created.

I'll go and put these in a vase...

..or two.

Sister Monica Joan,
I was expecting Dr McNulty, but not you.

She won't have any visitors, Sister.

My presence will be as
silent as a prayer...

..and I suspect of
somewhat greater comfort.

Have you noticed any change?

She... vomited blood
again this morning.

Any pain?

I reckon she's in agony.

I've written her up
for the good stuff.

Please just take it away.

Even having it in the
flat will cause a fight.

She was here the
night you were born.

I recollect her.

Boiling water and handing me
a towel she'd warmed by the fire.

Her delight at the
delivery of new life was...

..unusually vivid,

as though it was a balm to her.

We know now why that might be...

..and we must let it pass...

..as she will.

Ladies on district duty,

I want a petition signature in
exchange for every ulcer bandage,

every insulin injection,
every dressing

and every cold compress
applied to a case of piles.

What do we do when we've
finished our house calls?

Well, then we start
knocking on doors!

A casual calculation suggests we
have well over 600 signatures.

I wish it wasn't just names.

Names don't really say very
much, do they?

People are so much more.

I heard footsteps and
I knew it was you.

We're the only patients in here.

Shouldn't you be in bed, too? They
said you had high blood pressure.

Oh, it's gone down.

Baby's wriggling nicely.

I'm sorry.

Listen...

..I grew up watching women,
brawling in the street,

pulling their hair,
ripping sleeves off,

and it was always,
always over a man.

It made them like savages -
less than they were.

I love Eddie.

I'm not going to
fight you for him.

The key point is,
which one of us will speak tomorrow?

We already know the habit's
persona non grata.

I actually don't think it matters
who addresses the Board of Health.

We aren't going there to represent
ourselves or the order,

we're going to remind the great
phalanx of men sitting there

why the people of this borough
need our care.

You know Trixie, you've got
a good, emphatic tone of voice.

The board might listen,
so it's got to be you.

Even the most emphatic
tone of voice on Earth

isn't going to make a mere
petition change their minds.

I'm swapping us round, Sister Hilda.

My little bohemian lady
seems to have gone into labour.

No.

Gran, you've been prescribed
pethidine.

It is appropriate
and it is necessary.

You do not have to be in pain.

Those poor girls never got anything
for their pain, did they?

Not from me.

Not from anybody.

Oh, Gran...

They just gritted their teeth.

And that's just
what I'm doing now.

You want to run out and
get us a couple of 99s?

Money's in my purse.

No.

It's not blood money.

I earned it in the
prison work room.

It's November.

I don't want gas.

I don't, but this is...
this is terrible.

Bonnie,

your body knows the way,

and you know that.

All is well.

Is this what she wants?

She asked for you, Eddie.

I'm scared.

Why?

The woman on the record,
she wasn't scared. You said so.

You can hear it in her voice

and you're going to
be just like her.

Are you ready?

You can do this.

Come on. That's it.

Baby's head is resting
in my hand now.

You'll know when to push again.

Just breathe, that's it. Good girl.

Petra, dear, there's a bed come
free for you at St Cuthbert's.

Not yet.

Come on. You can do this.

The ambulance is on its way.

I'm glad...

..because I'm bleeding again.

Do you want to call her
after your mum?

This is a new beginning.
We shouldn't give her an old name.

But your mum was called Daisy

and I like that.

Sister Monica Joan,
whatever are you doing?

A memory like a firework
exploded in my mind.

I have located the
repository of our past,

thus I remembered this.

Letters?

Of gratitude.

All from those we assisted
in their hour of need.

The Reverend Mother would never
have allowed us to keep these,

no matter how personal the message.

She used to say, "A missive to one
is a missive to us all."

"Such correspondence belongs..."

"..belongs to the community."

Therefore, the community
have preserved it.

There are two ledgers here,
dating back to the 1920s.

I have a dozen the same
in a box in my office.

You have spent a deal of
time in prayer, I think.

And here is his answer.

The medicine,

do I have to swallow that?

No, Gran.

The doctor or one of the nurses
will come and do it with a needle.

Then I'll have some.

You have served your time, Gran.

There's only two things I want now.

A minister of religion.

- What?
- You heard.

Don't get me that rector.
I can't stand him.

And to see you in your
Nonnatus uniform again.

I was never so proud of
anything in my life...

..than when I saw you wearing that.

Nurse Lucille Anderson,

what can I do for you
so early in the morning?

I don't have a vehicle
for you to fix

but I do have a soul that needs
help on her last journey.

I'm in my overalls.

Should I run home
and put a tie on?

I'll leave that to you.

You have good judgment, Cyril.

Dr McNulty,
I'm afraid I am perplexed.

I've had a request
for a new prescription.

Pethidine for Mrs Elsie Dyer.

Now, Nurse Anderson says
she's taken none thus far,

but our records show that you've prescribed
it for her on multiple occasions.

It's the records.
You need to check them.

Dr Turner!

Doctor, please!

We've done what we can
in preparation.

It's time to leave.

Does anybody else
feel really nervous?

Mitts off our midwives!
Mitts off our midwives!

Mitts off our midwives!

I'll check his blood pressure.

Oh lad, what have you done?

You may commence when you have,
gathered yourself Miss Franklin.

I prefer to be addressed as Nurse
Franklin in a professional setting,

but thank you.

Gentlemen,

every year you publish
a health report

that runs to 80 or more pages,

delineating every birth,
every death,

every epidemic,

every case of notifiable
illness in this borough,

but it is all numerical information.

No-one is ever named.

Nevertheless,
since the end of the First World War,

the order of St Raymond Nonnatus

has helped 117
women called Mary,

30 women called Agnes,

83 women called Rose
or Roseanne or Rosemary.

There have been
dozens of Ediths and

the list of surnames
invokes the globe.

Jones, Walker, Cohen, Xhang, Patel,

O'Connor, Christopoulos,
Adweh, Singh, Smith.

There will always be Smiths.

And every name in these ledgers

represents a life entire.

There are bus drivers
and warehousemen

and teachers at work
in the East End today

because a Nonnatus midwife knew
how to unravel an umbilical cord

from around a new-born's neck

or clear an airway of meconium
to stop a child choking.

We know this because
their mothers wrote to us.

I suggest you read, mark,

learn and inwardly digest.

We know because their
names are in our records.

Babies are not statistics
at Nonnatus House.

We know when they are
wanted or unwanted,

whether they are
cherished or deprived.

We see when they're in with a chance
in life or stand no chance at all.

We value every infant
and every mother equally.

We are part of their world
and they are part of ours

because that is what happens
when you enter people's homes.

In almost 30 years
of annual reports,

you have never once
mentioned the contribution

Nonnatus House has made
to people's lives in Poplar.

You have never once
called us by our name

but do not think we won't be missed
if you wipe us out completely.

Rent reduced. Budget restored.

For 12 months.

I'm cold.

Haven't we got any
money for the gas?

The gas is going full bore, Gran.

See if this warms you up a little.

Cold.

I'm honoured.

Go and get yourself a 99.

No, Gran.

Go.

Go.

Do you want one?

Cyril,
her breathing has changed.

What does that mean?

She won't wake up again.

It's all right, precious.

You rest and let your
body do its work.

I treated myself to a full 99.

What did they say
at Nonnatus House?

There's a lot of distress.

Worry that the situation could
have endangered patients.

And concern for you.

I know I'll have to leave Poplar,
because I know what trust means.

But do you think I'll be struck off?

Kevin,
there won't be any decision

until after you've spent
time in some sort of clinic,

when you can be sure you're clear
of your physical dependency.

Every time I close my eyes,
all I can see is that little baby

fading and fading.

Baby Warren?

And the meths drinker
dead in a doss house.

All the things I
couldn't make better.

The world is full of fragile
people, Kevin.

And when we try to mend
them, it can break us.

Have you ever been broken?

Yes.

And I became a better doctor.

There's hope for me yet, then.

Right, this here.

2,000 feet this will go up to.

Right, here.

Oh!

And if anyone spots a resemblance to
certain members of the Board of Health,

I for one,
am not going to disabuse them.

Go on.

What you got there?

Toffee apples.

A Bonfire Night tradition
apparently.

Them set hard like concrete

and the kitchen looks like
there's been a murder.

You are a fine woman.

You are a fine man.

Thank you for coming
to be with Mrs Dyer.

And thank you
for letting me see...

..everything you are.

I love you, Nurse Anderson.

I lost the baby, Mrs Buckle, so...

Oh, I'm so sorry, Petra.

Our feelings are very complicated,
but she'll always have me.

Come on, Reggie.

Time to go.

The seasons will always turn,

the clouds will gather
and the cold will come.

We will survive them.

We will grow regardless
of the weather.

We all know wonder where
there has been despair.

There will be happiness

and we will remember it.

There will be friendships
that we won't forget.

Love is the constant

whereby we endure all winters

and all storms.

It is the climate in which
all things can thrive.

Reggie, come back!

Welcome the darkness,

embrace it as a canopy
from which the stars can hang,

for there are always stars when
we are where we ought to be,

amongst the faces we love best,

each with our place,
each with our purpose,

as fixed and familiar
as the constellations.

The darkness is beautiful,

for how else can we shine?

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