All language subtitles for Call the Midwife s08e01.eng

Hey. Good morning.

Every day dawns anew.

Every morning begins afresh.

We seek to be cleaner, brighter,

more polished versions of ourselves.

The stains of yesterday are gone.

Our worst indulgences erased.

We will be better.

We will be beyond reproach.

We will strive to be perfect.

Leave nothing to chance

and believe that everything
is possible.

My mother has issued
her instructions.

I'm to go straight
to Buckingham Palace

the moment the Queen has the baby,

and read the notice on the gate
with my own eyes.

My grandma went up to town
when Princess Alexandra

had her little boy last week.

She took a thermos flask
and everything.

But nobody even knows
when Her Majesty is due.

The mink coats just get
more voluminous every time

she appears in public,

but nothing so vulgar as a date
is ever mentioned.

And might I enquire
as to whether Her Majesty

is expecting to undergo
her confinement attended

by the midwives of Nonnatus House?

No, Nurse Crane.

Because if she isn't likely
to tip up at the Institute

waving a jam jar full of urine
and wanting to know where her milk

tokens are, I suggest we move on
to the morning's task in hand.

Namely, the preparation
and deployment of these new bags.

I've wanted a wipe-clean
interior for years.

Pray, what will become
of the discarded bags?

They do rather become
an extension of one's arm.

Fred is going to burn them
down on his allotment.

One of them was yours, Sister,
before it was Sister Winifred's.

Which means it was probably
in harness the night

that you were born, Valerie.

Time for a change, then, I reckon.

I am the rose of Sharon,
and the lily of the valleys.

As the lily among thorns,
so is my love among the daughters.

Do you suppose Her Majesty
has a permanent wave

or a shampoo and set?

Her coiffure always looks
so very crisp.

I think a permanent wave,
don't you?

The Queen always strikes me
as a very efficient sort of person.

Not one to waste time
with a hairdresser every day!

Dr Turner! The very gentleman.

Miss Higgins.

Your signature,
if you would be so kind.

For the stool samples.

And then the statistics for 1963
require your attention

before we submit them
to the Board of Health.

In the meantime, he needs
a plate for his sandwich,

and a serviette. Thank you.

No running, Sister Frances.

Sorry.

Ooh, a pin has been left in the hem!

If nothing else,
that proves you're fresh

from the workroom.

Proof of a whole new beginning.

I'm excited to see
what happens next.

I applaud your spirit.

However, in the religious life,
it is more important that one

accepts what happens next.

Nonnatus House for you.

In Poplar?

It's scarcely the land
of milk and honey,

and if it were, we should not
be called to work there.

Sister Hilda
will serve alongside you.

Her response to the news
was less equivocal than yours.

I'm not questioning your decision,
Mother Mildred...

I deem that wise.

But I've only just qualified.

And I'm questioning
whether I'll be any good.

I deem that wise, too.

Self-doubt is a very good seed bed
for progress.

And humility,
the perfect fertiliser.

I know that all too well,
for those are the qualities

I have had to pray for.

Right, Fred Buckle.

You can be the first!

Threepence a ticket. Boy or girl?

What do you mean, boy or girl?

Her Majesty's new baby!

I'm running a competition,
all proceeds in aid

of the Teddy Bears' Picnic.

We can't all be going
down the woods today,

not in this weather.

It's freezing out!
Here, feel this.

It's an indoor event for all ages,
down the Institute.

Why do your hands smell of petrol?

I've got the devil's own job
burning those old bags.

Well, don't you dare go polluting
the atmosphere.

Last time I was sat in
on a council meeting,

they were banging the drum
about the Clean Air Act.

Now, prince or princess?

Threepence a ticket.

And here we have Beryl
from the office

modelling a two-piece
Courtelle skirt suit

in the new short length.

Wholesale prices calculated
by the gross, everything drip dry.

And now Catherine,
a machinist from the first floor,

in a very popular
new Mary Quant style dress.

Top quality Crimplene,

also available in mustard
and acid yellow!

I felt proper proud of you in there.

It was nice of Mr Mahmood
to let me in to watch.

He's given me time off to go see
a modelling agency next week.

- In Mayfair.
- Mayfair?

Mum and Dad would be
so proud of you, Cath.

They'd be of proud of you, too.

Married in white, and your home's
like a little palace.

Well, it would be
if I wasn't cluttering up the place.

Cath, you aren't cluttering up
the place.

We shared a bed together
when we were kids,

and anything I've got
now's yours, too.

Thanks. I will pay you back.

I'll send you a bill
when you're rich and famous.

Story time!

You can read them
one page of statistics,

and then we're to go on
to A Child's Garden Of Verses.

We're seeing May's childcare
officer next week,

and poetry helps her with
her English language acquisition.

In 1963, there were no cases
of paralytic poliomyelitis.

And only three babies
got opthalmia neonatorum.

And only three grown-ups
got erysipelas.

But 23 people got zymotic enteritis

and 63 caught dysentery.

The old jokes are the best, Dad!

I did not give you leave to enter.

I decided I could wait till
that cough blows the door

off its hinges, or I could breach
the ramparts with some linctus.

It is the great silence.

I cannot converse with you.

You don't need to converse with me,
Sister.

You just need to swallow
a spoonful of this.

Sister, we've lived cheek by jowl
long enough for me to know

when you're putting on a show
to beat Sarah Bernhardt

and when you're truly unwell.

It'll be Dr Turner for you,
if we can't head this off

at the pass.

I receive it only to indulge you.

It's all just fear!

Fear of old age, fear of the abyss.

Fear that every little twinge
and tickle will bring the reaper

to the door.

I saw it all with Mother.

Fear is never JUST fear,
though, is it, Phyllis?

If it was, I wouldn't be down here
with my shoe collection

while Lucille and Valerie
have a rum-laced hot chocolate

in the bedroom.

I stand corrected.

Morning, Nurse Anderson!

Morning, Mr Buckle.

I've just been called out
to a lady in labour!

Looks like this bag going to see
its first birth today!

I'm rather looking forward
to seeing the East End again.

I knew it well, during the war.

Of course, I was somewhat
differently attired then,

albeit in a similar shade of blue.

Yes. You were in the WAAFS.

Women's Auxiliary Air Force.

I'd like to say I joined up for King
and country, but it was actually

the lure of free nylons.

- Did you get free nylons in the WAAFS?
- No.

It was all fibs.

And by the time the war was over,
I'd entered the religious life,

and lisle and woollen stockings
were the order of the day.

I see nylons on washing lines
sometimes,

and think, "I remember
what they felt like!"

Come through.

Midwife's here, Lesley.

Let's get you lying down, precious,
so I can have a look at you.

Me and my sister been
a right pair all night, Nurse.

Me with the contractions kicking
off, and her with a bad belly

from something she ate up West.

You have an upset stomach?

Yeah.

No disrespect, but I want you out of
this bedroom and on the settee.

And every time you use the lavatory,
swill the seat,

and your hands, with disinfectant.

All right.

This is actually superior
to the model I was assigned

for house calls down in Chichester.

I shall think of it as my steed!

Woo!

I can't actually get on mine.

I'm scared that my habit
will get caught in the chain.

Have you tried tucking
your scapula into your belt?

Thank you, Fred.

But I think I'm the appropriate
person to advise

on sartorial matters.

Wheeee!

I've no objection to Sister Hilda.

She seems to be a very cultivated
lady, and I can't fault

her qualifications.

But Sister Frances
is as green as grass.

Mother Mildred
was anxious that she should

gain experience.

And why should that be
at our expense?

She can't go out unsupervised
until further notice.

She's a dead leg,
not an extra pair of hands.

Boss let me off early, Les.

It sounds like it's killing her!

I thought you were meant
to be helping!

The midwife won't let me in!

My stomach's off.

Lel!

Lesley...

What do you do for
a living, Mr Whyte?

I'm a gas fitter.

In which case, we're halfway there.

You take a little rest now,
precious.

Breathe in some nice, cool, air.

Can I watch it being born?

Can I see it coming out?

You're doing just fine
with that gas mask, Mr Whyte.

I wouldn't get over ambitious.

Push...

- Another one.
- Come on, girl!

Come on! You can do it.
You can do it, come on!

That's it, precious!
Don't hold back!

You push, you push
like the courageous girl you are!

A beautiful boy!

Wasn't that worth all the pain?

I'd do it again tomorrow!

Not without the gas, though.

I'm so proud of you.

OK, you, we've still got
some work to do.

You... you should not
dispose of these.

They are the cornerstones
of our trade...

...and their work is no nearer
to completion than our own.

Nurse Crane says otherwise,

and you know what she's like
when she digs her heels in.

I hope that,
when our own use is concluded,

we are not all faced
with cremation in a dustbin!

Morning, Mrs Whyte.

Midwife calling!

I brought Sister Frances with me.
She's new.

I've never been in
a tower block before.

- It's quite exciting.
- Please.

I'll make a pot of tea.

Good morning, precious. How are you?

Morning, Mrs Whyte.

Excuse me!

- Hello.
- Excuse me!

Margaret,
you've got to come in here!

You should never have left me
with them.

I was doing my sample,
it's not a spectator sport.

Anyway, they needed to go
themselves.

Yeah, well,
Kenny never made it in time

and now his trousers
are sopping wet.

There's a ruddy great puddle
on the floor.

I had to take the roller towel down
to clean him up.

I love them.

But I could swing for them!

Do you know what, Clark Lombardi?

I could say the same to you.

The most important thing to remember

is that this is
a much less formal space

than the surgery.

But the same rules
of confidentiality,

respect and patient dignity apply.

And here comes Mrs Lombardi.

Stately as a galleon
as she sails across the floor.

Ha-bloomin'-ha.

We think of you as one
of our star patients.

Not many cases of twins
are diagnosed in utero.

Dr Turner and the midwives
usually miss them.

Why don't you come straight through
to the cubicle with me,

Mrs Lombardi?

We can catch up
with the weighing-in queue later.

I never wanted any more.

Two was enough,
for me and me other half.

And now we're doubling
our family in one go.

Is your husband a help
with the little ones,

Mrs Lombardi?

He won't wipe their noses,
never mind their backsides.

It's like when he realises
they're people, not play things,

they frighten him.

What about rest?

Are you managing to get any sleep?

I can't get comfy lying down.

And I can't even sleep sitting up,
cos of my bleeding piles!

The ointment
the doctor gave me's useless!

Let's do your checks,
then we'll get him to look at you.

Have you tried applying an ice pack,
Mrs Lombardi?

- We haven't got a fridge.
- That settles it.

Let's get you into
the maternity home,

for cold compresses and bed rest.

We'll soon have you fighting fit.

Poor Mrs Lombardi.

She went into shock
when we confirmed that pregnancy.

I had to make her blow in and out
of a paper bag.

And she didn't even know
it was twins at that point.

She kept skipping
contraceptive pills

because she thought
they were giving her pimples.

Apologies!
Apologies, Sister Julienne!

And of course, ladies.

Do please sit down.

Did you get lost on your way home
from the clinic, Sister Hilda?

Not remotely!

I did decide to take in
some of my favourite sights

from my time in the East End
during the Blitz.

But quite a lot of
the landmarks had vanished.

I think you'll find
the Blitz had that effect.

Shall we say grace?

Nurse Anderson,
perhaps you'd like to lead us.

Sorry to interrupt.

Has anyone seen Sister Monica Joan?

I just took her a plate
of luncheon meat and an Eccles cake,

but she wasn't there,
or in the bathroom.

And her bed is cold.

- I hope she's all right.
- She can't be too far.

Nurse Franklin,
go to the maternity home

and book in Mrs Lombardi.

- Righto!
- Nurse Anderson and Nurse Dyer,

agree between yourselves
the routes you wish to take.

I should've seen this coming.

She was in one of her fanciful moods
this morning,

getting all morbid
over those holdalls.

She's seemed so much better lately.

Her mental state
has always been vulnerable

to infection and high fever.

I'm going inside,
to telephone the authorities.

And then, when I came back
after fetching me dinner,

the last holdall was gone.

I should've smelt a rat then.

If Sister Monica Joan took the bag
and went off with it,

do you suppose she thought
she was on her way to work?

Poor love.

You go and look
down near the church

and in the churchyard.

Fred, you fetch your van and go
up and down the Commercial Road.

And I'm going to follow
my instincts.

When I open a filing cabinet,
I don't expect to find it

taken over by Lost Property.

Wallets under W, Odd Glove under O,
and a set of Dentures under D?

And what's all this?

Kiddies' toys.

They wouldn't fit under T.

Or K.

Police station.
Sergeant Woolf speaking.

I'm calling from Nonnatus House.

It's an urgent
and rather sensitive matter.

Sister, where Nonnatus House
is concerned,

it's always an honour
to be of service.

In a moment,

as you've rather conveniently
settled on your side,

I'm going to apply the
cold compress to your piles.

Possibly the nicest thing
that's ever slipped

under your covers.

And the treats just keep on coming!

I'd give Ladies' Choice
a wide berth,

unless you want
a blow by blow account

of Her Majesty's
interesting condition.

Can I see her?

Who?

Her. She's my wife.

Clark!

Where are the kids?

They're with my mum.

She wanted to send
you some veal cutlets,

I said no, but then I felt guilty
so I brought you a custard slice.

You can stay for five minutes.

Give your wife one kiss,
and then leave.

It's after visiting hours,
so I shall have my eye on you.

Sister, it's Valerie.

Valerie Dyer.

You must be tired, having walked
all this way with that heavy bag.

Sister Monica Joan?

Sister?

Sister Monica Joan!

If you're anywhere near here,
just call out to me!

Did you hear that
ship's horn just then?

It reminds me of when Dad
used to be on the tug boats

when we were kids.

Be funny if this one worked on
the river one day.

Are you still not well?

I thought you said you were better!

Lesley...

...I'm not going to get better,

or be better until...

Something's happened down below.

What do you mean, "down below"?

I went to see a woman.

I had to! I was in the family way.

And until something comes away,
I still am.

I'm scared it hasn't worked.

I'm scared I won't lose it!

Are you bleeding?

A bit, but not enough.

I had it done two days ago.

You need to go to hospital, Cath.

I can't!

They'll send for the police.

It's against the law, Lesley!

Shhh.

It's all right. Sh, sh, sh.

Sister Monica Joan?

Hello?

Where are you, Sister?

You may well ask
where the Sister is,

and indeed the Matron!

Sister.

I've been ringing on the night bell

ever since I was summoned,

and I have yet to secure admission.

I expect the bell's broken.

The baby, the one we all
await, is on its way.

I have been summoned.

And... And the mother will need me!

For, despite her royal blood,

she's not young.

A crown will be of no comfort
whilst she labours.

But a midwife might.

My mum spoke very highly
of you when you delivered me.

I have brought so many
babies from the womb

to their first breath.

Sometimes their faces
come back to me...

...quite differently shaped.

Sister Monica Joan.

You're cold, and your
bad cough's made you poorly.

You don't want to pass
that on to the Queen, do you?

It would be the height
of irresponsibility.

There's a phone box
round the corner.

Let's take a constitutional
as far as there,

and then I'll arrange
for a chauffeur service?

There we are.

There we are.

This way.

Ned's got the baby
with him in bedroom.

- Get your coat. We're going.
- No!

No, I'm not going anywhere!

I have to make it come loose.

Maybe I could run up and down
the stairs, or something.

You're shaking with fever, Cath.

It'll only be a tiny
little thing, won't it?

How many weeks on
do you think you are?

Not weeks, Lesley. Months.

It's not going to be tiny at all.

No! Whatever's amiss?

Spot of light bank robbery.

Nothing to write home about.

Right.

My bag!

I can be of neither succour nor
assistance if I am deprived of it!

I'll take care of that, Sister.
I know it's very important.

Nurse Crane,
perhaps you'd like to offer

Sergeant Woolf a cup of tea?

Nurse Crane got
you clearing her bag out?

I have to be able to fill and empty
the autoclave with my eyes shut,

and practice makes perfect.

Apparently.

Poor Sister Monica Joan
looked so frail.

She needs rest, most of all.

Meanwhile, Lucille's
back safe and sound,

and we got word to Fred,
so all that remains to be done

is to raid the chocolate supply.

Is that a Milky Bar?

She's having a miscarriage.

And it hasn't come on naturally.

Er... Generally it's the cakes one
hears about whenever Nonnatus House

is discussed among the members
of the Constabulary.

There is a buttercream
sandwich in the tin

but, under the circumstances,
I consider it reserved

for Sister Monica Joan.

Such a kindly and well-bred lady.

Her concern for the Her Majesty
the Queen was quite touching,

despite it being so sadly misplaced.

Right now, I don't care
how this has come about.

I'm going to help you,
do you hear me?

What should I do?

Clinical bowl,
pair of gloves, and Savlon

to the upstairs bathroom.
Quick as you can.

And then I'm locking the door.

I should not be cossetted
in this manner.

I am in dereliction of my duty.

Your only duty is to rest
and get well.

Shh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

It's just in here.

It's me.

Come on, chick,
we need you on the lav.

Is the Sergeant still here?

This will be over soon.
I promise you.

Is it coming away?

Yeah.

Good girl.

Nurse Dyer says can you come?

It looks like the foetus
has been dead for a couple of days.

I think some products
have been retained,

and she's showing signs
of a nasty infection.

I'm going to telephone
for an ambulance.

Did we do the right thing,
bringing her in?

The word "midwife"
means "with woman".

A woman in that situation
needs somebody by her side,

whatever mistakes or choices
brought her to our door.

I will go to the hospital with her

and stay as long as I'm permitted.

Go upstairs
and do what is necessary.

Sister Frances will clean the floor.

I'm sorry.

I should've shielded you.

Why?

I came here to do God's work.

I knew it might be hard.

If this is God's work, I'm surprised
you want anything to do with Him.

The doctor said they had
to operate because I might have...

..."lass" something.

Lacerations.

He thinks you may have
an injury to the womb,

because of the instruments
that were used.

But he also needs to make sure
that nothing relating to the baby

has been left behind.

Thank you.

For not saying I deserve this.

My sister is not
the one at fault, nurse.

She's not the one
that committed the crime.

And she shouldn't be the one
that's terrified of the police.

You calm yourself now, Lesley.

What's done is done.

You have a new baby
that needs your love,

your care, and your full attention.

You put everything else
out of your mind.

What I saw in that bathroom
will stay in my mind forever.

Now, there are a few crackles
but they're quite faint.

You would doubtless
prefer it replaced

by the rustle
of burgeoning mushrooms,

while your mould pills
leech their spores

throughout my lymphatic system.

And the notion of penicillin
has been roundly rejected.

Overall, our patient
appears to be improving.

Morning, Mrs Lombardi.

What are you doing on your feet?

You've been booked in for bed rest.

It's like the babies roll
backwards and onto my lungs

when I'm lying down.

Well, there's no reason why we can't

go through these Family Allowance
forms with you standing up,

if you put your slippers on.

They're under the bed. They might
as well be in Selsey Bill,

for all I can reach them!

Perhaps we'd better put
the Family Allowance forms

to one side until
we've had a look at you.

Well done.

I'm stepping outside for a moment.

Mrs Turner called from the surgery.

It looks as though Mrs Lombardi's
twins are on the way.

That's my work
cut out for the morning.

What can we do, Doctor,

for Sister Monica Joan?

Listen attentively.

Reassure gently.

Love generously.

And treat every infection as soon
as it's out of the starting blocks.

She'll be giving us the run
around for quite a few years yet.

Goodbye.

Doctor has just telephoned.

He's been detained
by Mr Jones' prostate,

Flat 25, Napoleon Towers.

He'll be on standby
for Mrs Lombardi thereafter.

Morning!

Thank you.

Nurse Crane's just parking her car.

Would you come through and examine
our twins lady straight away?

I think I might be able
to feel three heads,

or bottoms, I'm not sure which.

And I'm not sure, full stop.

They took my womb out.

Because of the infection.

They told me when I woke up.

They didn't even ask you?

I did want to have a baby one day!

I even wanted that one
for a minute.

Until I thought of all
the reasons why I couldn't.

I remember thinking, "One day.
One day I'll get this news again.

"And I'll be happy.

"It'll be good news another time."

Are they going to report you?

Nobody's said.

I'm terrified to ask.

Are you going to report her?

How can I go to the police?

I asked her to do it.

I paid her to do it!

Who's going to listen to me?

One head here...

...and one head here!

Or perhaps a bottom.

A very nicely presented little duo.

This is a serious allegation,
madam.

Are you saying nearly killing
someone isn't a serious crime?

The reverse.

But, unless your sister is prepared
to make a statement,

then it's unlikely
any progress could be made.

But why does she have
to make a statement?

Why can't I?

Why can't the nurse who saw
what that woman had done to her?

We can arrange to
interview anybody, madam.

But unless someone gives us the name
and the address of the practitioner,

we won't get further on.

But you have to try!

I now declare the Lombardi Suite

open for multiple occupancies,
with every luxury in place!

We don't run to champagne
on ice, I'm afraid.

But I have left a bottle of
Lucozade in a convenient draft!

Knock-knock.

What the heck are you doing here?

The old lady at the desk
said I could come through.

Is that another custard slice?

They didn't have none in today,
I bought her a cream horn.

He didn't bother that much
with the other two!

Do you need a hand?

Everything's under control,
thank you.

So much so, we've already
written out the name bracelets!

Baby Lombardi one
and two, and the date.

I'm sorry, Mr Lombardi.

But did you mean to take
the cream horn with you?

Sorry.

We weren't going to let
you see anything dreadful.

Nurse Crane was ready
to shoo you away.

I'm a porter down Smithfield Market.
I'm not scared of blood or anything.

Will you make sure she gets it?

I don't want her
running out of strength.

Of course.

That's what we want, lass.

The head coming slowly and steadily.

- A head!
- There we are!

I'd forgotten what
that bit felt like...

The body remembers.

And the body knows just what to do.

There's a lovely, warm towel
waiting for baby now.

And you have a daughter,
you clever girl!

Small but perfectly formed.

Now...

Now, you play nicely together

while I go and see to the letters
in Daddy's surgery.

Bravo, Margaret.

Just rest for a moment.

Nurse Franklin, can you
just pop along the corridor

and let Doctor know
that Baby number two is breech?

I'll be back before you know it.

Does that mean baby's
coming arse first?

Twins do it all the time.

But you might be more comfy
on the birthing chair.

Just take a seat.

Dr Turner's surgery.

Mother doesn't need our help.

She's doing magnificent work
here, all on her own.

And here comes baby's bottom!

I'm going to wrap baby up
nice and warm,

because we're going
to have to concentrate

and take our time.

Gently push and then pant!

Short breaths.

That's the ticket.

Perfect work, Margaret.

Come along, young miss!

You've a sister waiting
to wish you happy birthday!

Here you go!

Two beautiful girls.

Two!

Are they identical?

The afterbirth can give us a clue,
but only time will tell sometimes.

They're both absolutely
gorgeous all the same.

Shelagh!

Doctor Turner?

May I ask for your opinion?

I believe I can hear
another heartbeat.

Third baby?

Yes. We need to get her on the bed.

It's all right, it's all right.

Never, ever, go through
those doors into the rooms

where the poorly mummies and the
babies are, do you hear me?

I'm very disappointed
in both of you,

but especially Angela,

because you're a big girl
and you should know better.

Shelagh said there were three poles.
When I checked, there were only two.

It must have shifted,
to lie behind the others.

Now it's shifted again,
because it's got the room to move.

And it's transverse.

I can't do it again.

You are going to get all the help
that we can give you.

Starting by turning this
baby around.

This baby needs to be delivered.

The heart rate is very, very rapid.

We need the obstetric
flying squad urgently.

You were right. Triplets.

Sit there and don't move.

I've located the head and the back,
but I can't get it to turn.

Shall I try?

Yes. I'll prep for forceps.

You've done so much hard work.

You leave this to us now.

I think it's engaging.

Waters have broken,
and there's meconium.

What does that mean?

Just that in a minute,
we'll be telling you to push again.

Everything's in hand, lass.

Don't worry.

Pudendal block given.

First blade.

Second blade.

Push. You push now.

We'll soon have
everything to rights.

Baby's out.

Well done.

Another girl.

Well done, lass.

You did so well.

Can I see her?

Two ticks, I promise.

Is she all right?

Little lady just needs
a bit of a rub down.

- Flying squad!
- Hold on a moment.

Can I hold her?

Baby's still very weak.

Not just yet.

And did the lady
give you any information

about the procedure she'd undergone?

Any indication, at all,
of the name of the practitioner?

At that point, it didn't matter.

I just knew something
very distressing

was going to happen to her,

and that there might be
a haemorrhage afterwards.

She wasn't a criminal, Sergeant.

She was my patient.

I want to try feeding them myself.

I'm afraid baby number three
will have artificial milk

while she's at St Cuthbert's.

I need someone to tell my husband.

They might have to take
the gas and air.

I'm off duty soon.

I don't mind passing on
the glad tidings.

Thanks, nurse.

He'll be down the Black Sail.

The woman won't see
anyone in her own home.

You have to meet her friend,
and the friend takes the money,

and gives you the address.

But you don't know what it is?

I don't want this
to happen to anybody else.

But those women,
they'll be out there now,

looking for more customers.

And there will always be customers.

Drink, dear?

I can't have a Nonnatun coming
in here and standing empty handed.

I'd like an orange juice, please.

Nothing but the best.

- I shall open a fresh tin.
- Ooh!

I've got five kids.

Five.

It was hard enough getting
my head around twins,

but triplets?!

I've never even seen triplets!

I don't think there's any triplets in Poplar.

- You clever boy!
- It's not unheard of.

But often, in the past,
they wouldn't have survived.

But yours will all thrive,
even the poorly one,

once she's out of her incubator.

Poorly? How poorly is she?

She's the smallest of the three.

She inhaled
some unpleasant substances

while she was in the womb,

and she needs
a little help breathing.

- What made that happen?
- Her birth was traumatic enough

that she went into a state
known as foetal distress.

Distress? Was she scared?

Panicked, perhaps.

Alarmed.

But she wouldn't have been able
to name what she was feeling.

Sometimes even grown adults
can't name the things

that scare them the most.

- Is anyone with her now?
- Margaret's too unwell to go to her.

She needs to be with family.

Hello, bambino.

I'm your dad.

You've got brothers and sisters.

You've got a really brave mum.

Almost as brave as you are.

Can you make do with me for now?

They said they
don't want you leaving yet!

They can't stop me
discharging myself.

When I'm better, I'm moving up west.

I'm rearranging that
appointment with the agency.

I'm going to start again.

Will you talk to the police
before you go?

Don't you understand?
I want it to be over, Lesley!

I want it to be in the past!

The past begins when I walk away.

The shame...

...I'll carry with me
everywhere I go.

This needs new batteries.

It's just not loud enough!

There'll be a news-flash
when Her Majesty's baby's born

and I can't afford to miss it.

There'll be a 41-gun salute
all down the Thames

when she drops that sprog. You won't
need batteries to hear that!

I crave your indulgence.

News has come to me that this
object fuelled my delusions,

when I was afflicted with pyrexia.

It is best that you destroy it.

She's had it!

The Queen's had the baby!

Just leave that with me.

It's a prince.

It's a prince!

The Queen's had a boy!

The Queen's had a boy!!

Scum on the water.

One forgets, living
on the South Coast for so long.

I can't remember
when I last noticed.

I've spoken with Sister Frances
about the abortion case.

I'm sorry her first week
here's been marred by this.

Lives are marred by this.

And they're marred everywhere.

I was once first on the scene

after a woman took
a screwdriver to herself.

Afterwards, every time
I cycled past her house,

I used to think, "But there
were roses round the door."

There are women all over
this district who "help"

other women all the time.

They think of themselves as we do.

No-one will name them because,

for every woman who finds herself
maimed, or dead,

there are a dozen others who
quietly get the desired result.

But if no-one speaks out,
where will it end?

It will end where it always ends.

In silence.

There are too many things
of which we do not speak.

Too many secrets.

Too much shame.

But perhaps we are cleaner,
brighter,

more polished versions of ourselves

more often than we think.

When we gaze outward and not inward,

when we are open, not closed.

Not everything is possible,
but there is hope.

When the light shines in...

...hope is another chapter.

Hope is what comes next.

Flora!

Flora, keep your eyes open!

Could I have given
this to my children?

What will become of me?

I know nowhere else.

This isn't your home any more,
Clarice, it is a prison.

Vote Violet Buckle!

I don't put my cross in the box
for any old rubbish!

Well, it seems like an awful
lot of bother to go to

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