All language subtitles for Call The Midwife - 08x07 - Episode 7.-MTB, -RiVER.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

MATURE JENNIFER: Familiarity need
not breed contempt.

A new adventure or a special dress

can render the mundane bright,
and the accustomed novel.

Sometimes, we simply see
each other through fresh eyes.

DOORBELL RINGS

And there's joy in it.

I cannot comprehend how you can
fail to build on your experience.

You've been here
for over six months.

You should have delivered
numberless babies in that time

without any supervision.

Well, I think Nurse Crane just
wanted me to be sure of everything.

One can never be sure
of everything in childbirth,

it doesn't matter whether
you're in Poplar or Peking.

There may be only so many ways
a baby can emerge into the world,

but they have a
peerless ability to surprise us.

Nurse Crane says
that I'm not really...

Until Nurse Crane says
she's coming home from hospital,

I think you'll find
that I'm in charge of the rota.

From tomorrow morning,
your name will be on the call board.

I'm going to put it there myself.

Goodness me, we weren't expecting
a mannequin parade.

Well, we thought
we ought to make an effort.

Mrs Turner's been planning
her canapés for weeks.

She's doing hard-boiled eggs

stuffed with kipper mousse
and cheese, and pineapple on sticks.

That all sounds very modern.

The Brook Advisory Centre's
very modern,

and if a range of canapés helps
to rally support for a branch

in our borough, I happen to think
that's all to the good.

Well, I hope you all
have a very pleasant evening,

and that you'll listen
to other points of view.

But of course, Sister.

I see someone's up
after their bedtime.

They insisted on saying
hello before bed.

But I think they just wanted
a chance to be nosy.

Hello, young lady.

Have you gotten even bigger
since I saw you last?

In fact, you're all
positively gigantic!

I suggest you
stop feeding them immediately.

You might be right.

You can have a handful of
peanuts each

and then it's up the wooden hill
to Bedfordshire.

Violet, I am so pleased
that you could come.

I think I'd better be
Councillor Buckle this evening,

all things considered.

Of course.

Can I tempt you to a glass of wine?

Oh, just a small dry sherry,
thank you,

as I'm on official business.

- Please.
- Thank you.

We believe that a Brook Advisory
Centre would be a boon to Poplar.

The central London branch already
gives access to contraception

and confidential advice
to anyone who requires it,

including, very importantly,
unmarried women.

But the reality is that single women
are most in need of those services.

They're the ones whose lives
are turned upside down

by unwanted pregnancies.

And unfortunately,
those women often take

desperate measures when they find
themselves in that predicament.

How much would all this cost?

The Brook Foundation
would fund it at the outset.

But we would need the council
to provide the running costs.

It will be money well spent
for the women of Poplar.

The problem is,
we don't just look after women,

we have to think about everyone -

men, women, children, handicapped.

If we give you money, then we have
to take it away from someone else,

and that can't be right.

Can it, Mother Mildred?

I have yet to form an opinion.

I came here tonight to listen,
mark, learn and inwardly digest.

I mean information and not canapés.

TV: And so these
swimmers steady for the start

of this 100 metres freestyle.

STARTING GUN FIRES
And they're away beautifully.

An excellent start there
from McGregor,

the "Falkirk Flyer" as he's known...

The harvest cross was the
first corn dolly I learned to make.

I've made one every
harvest festival since.

Certainly very intricate.

Well, they're supposed
to be potent fertility symbols.

Then perhaps we should
prepare for busy times.

Oh!

Swim, plough the waters,
like Poseidon's hippocampi!

Gold shall be your reword!

The finals of the
men's 100 metre swim.

This young man carries
Olympic hopes for our nation.

So far, gold has evaded
our British team.

TV: But as he heads there,

it's gold for Schollander, quite
easily, silver for Bob McGregor...

And evades us yet again.

He got the silver.
It's still a medal.

It'll have to suffice.

If I were a betting woman,
I'd put a shilling on

your having your first solo
delivery before the week is out.

You sound very convinced.

I said a shilling,
not a half crown!

Babies come along when
they feel inclined.

We can only prepare,
we can never predict.

Thank you very much, Mrs Jones.

Hello, would you like
to come with me?

Are those for Nurse Crane?

Yes.

Would you mind passing this on
to her as well?

It would seem that Nurse Crane
has quite the fan club.

I'll deliver them this evening.

I'm sure she'll appreciate that.

SHE SIGHS

That came from your boots.

You sound like you've got the weight
of the world on your shoulders.

That's what it feels like.

Is this about last night?

I stood for the council
because I considered myself

to be one of life's problem-solvers.

I'd agree with that.

I knew I'd be taking
responsibility for potholes

and Dicky street lights, but not
the moral well-being

of the young women of Poplar.

They were right, Dr Turner and
Trixie, they could do a lot of good.

- I just wish that...
- They could do it a bit cheaper.

Exactly.

- Mrs Pugh?
- Mrs Blakemore?

All right.

Oh.

Thank you. Sorry.

When's this little beggar going to
put in an appearance, then?

Not long, Mrs Blakemore.

That's... That's music to my ears.

I've had everything ready at home
for, well, for weeks.

And you seem very calm about it.

I worried myself silly
over the first one,

my sisters didn't help.

Full of horror stories
they were about their babies,

- but come my big day...
- Oh, as simple as that.

Well, Eric said I made
a right racket last time.

Could hear me down
the docks, apparently!

Just come around this way.

The first few months were a trial.

If it hadn't been for my neighbour,
Connie...

I didn't know a soul
when I moved here with my Vince.

It must've been pretty lonely.

I'm so relieved to have
my get-up-and-go back,

cos things were
getting a bit desperate.

And my Vince is not
at all domesticated,

and with him spending all his
time down the dog track...

Oh, he's a bookie.
He's not a gambler.

He just takes their money.

Well, I'm glad to hear
you're feeling better.

Was there something else, Mrs Pugh?

It's my waterworks.

When I go for a wee,
and I've been needing to go a lot...

Anyway, it burns,
and this morning I noticed

a smell, like, down there.
And not a nice one.

It's probably nothing
to worry about,

but let's make absolutely sure.

We'll start with
a urine sample, shall we?

This is a serious matter.

The pride of the nation is at stake.

Is it?

The future will be upon us,

measured in increments
of four years.

His proportions were far from ideal
for track and field anyway.

Athletes must be ectomorphs.

Slender, and bred for speed,
like a whippet.

Elizabeth, these children
are not dogs.

Perhaps a little young
to be considering the Olympics.

Our Antipodean friends encourage
athleticism at a very young age,

and the Soviets
seemingly from conception.

Yes, but I'm not sure you should be
taking childcare advice

from the gulags.

Let them play, Sister.

Stand by your beds.

They reckon it could be any minute.

You better get some dinner on, then.

Or me and the lad could
take a walk down the chippy.

Yes! Hey?

I'll go and do some
bread and butter.

Do you want some chips, love?

No, thanks, I've already got
something special planned.

Ohh.

I do wish Councillor Buckle had been
a bit more forthcoming about funds.

If you think she's wrong
then you must change her mind.

I intend to.

I just, simply don't know how.

Use your initiative!

Use your resources,
use Sister Julienne.

She knows more about this district
and its travails

than anyone else in this room.

Whilst I admire the enthusiasm
being shown for this project,

- I don't necessarily share it.
- And nor do I.

But you told Nurse Franklin
that she should listen

to opposing points of view,
and so should we.

May I leave the table early,
Mother Mildred?

- My gran's expecting me this evening.
- Very nice.

Tell me, what do you think

your grandmother
would have thought

of a proposal like Brook?

Uh... When she was about
the age you are now.

I should think she'd have
danced in the streets.

She once told me her first memory
was being held up

to kiss her mother in her coffin.

She'd died giving birth to her
ninth child.

And her second memory...

..was of her dad taking his belt to
her older sister, who'd come home

in the family way
and wasn't married.

When he hit her in the face,
the buckle broke her tooth.

I'm sorry, it was the way things were,
where I come from.

And where we work... now.

SHE TUTS

Oh, Miss Higgins?

I wasn't expecting
visitors this evening.

Nurse Crane.

I trust you're well?

I understand my progress
is quite satisfactory.

I'll pass that on to
your well-wishers.

We've had quite a volume of
enquiries about you at the surgery.

Even Sergeant Woolf
has been enquiring.

Has he now?

Oh, I've put a little
something in here, too.

It's a book of verses
by Patience Strong.

Her simple words have brought me
great comfort over the years,

although knowing that so many people
have you in their thoughts

must be, quite gladdening.

It is.

Thank you, Miss Higgins.

Oh, give over! You make me crazy.

I thought you were feeling better.

Yeah, I am.

I've even made us a special dinner.

Corned beef pie.

Oh, you're spoiling me.

Then I thought
we might have an early night.

I didn't think you were
working tonight, Vince.

There's a couple of
tasty races on tonight.

Big crowds with loose pockets,
and a little one on the way.

I'll wait up.

It'll be late.

I'll wait up.

MUSIC: It's For You
by Cilla Black

♪ I'd say some day

♪ I'm bound to give my heart away

♪ When I do

♪ It's for

♪ Your love, true love

♪ Seems to be all I'm thinking of

♪ If it's true

♪ It's for you

♪ They said that love was a lie

♪ Told me that I should never
try to find

♪ Somebody who'd be kind

♪ Kind to only me

♪ So I just tell they're right

♪ Who wants a fight?

♪ Tell them I quite agree

♪ Nobody'd love me

♪ It's for you. ♪

ENGINE REVS

TAP ON WINDOW

I'm not nicking it,
I'm just keeping it ticking over

until Nurse Crane gets back.

Do we know when that might be?

Well, you'd best ask
the fount of all wisdom.

Ah, Mother Mildred!

I was just enquiring
after Nurse Crane.

Wondering whether a visit
might be welcome.

- From whom?
- Well, from me.

Nurse Crane requires complete rest.

I expect she'll receive
you when she returns.

In the meantime, might you be able
to forward her this?

It's a written report detailing
the activities of the Cub Scouts

undertaken in her absence.

I said complete rest.

She's a one-woman Siegfried Line.

I'll make sure she gets it.

Thank you.

Ah, Nurse Franklin!

Can I help you with
anything, Dr Turner?

Yes, I've had Heather Pugh's
results back.

I wonder if you're able
to come on a home visit?

Yes, of course.

Mrs Pugh, I'm afraid you've tested
positive for gonorrhoea.

You mean the clap?

Is it serious?

It's perfectly treatable,

but the problem is with how
the disease is contracted.

It's sexually transmitted.

Then your tests are wrong.

My Vince is the only man
I've ever been with.

And I made him wait
till our wedding night.

He will also need to be tested.

What, Vince?

No, he wouldn't.
We love each other.

Right now, your baby
is our priority.

Gonorrhoea can cause a serious eye
infection in newborns.

There is a risk of permanent damage.

But we're also worried
about you going into labour early,

so we'd like to look
after you at the maternity home

- and start your treatment.
- I don't understand.

Maybe I could help
you pack some things.

Evening, Doctor, Nurse.

Everything all right?

Vince, you have to hear this.
They've got it so wrong.

What is it?

Well, they think that
you've given me the clap.

That can't be right, can it?

Cos you'd never go
with another woman, would you?

Vince?

You all right, darling?

She hasn't started already, has she?

Bit early.

We're just going
to keep an eye on her.

It's lovely to see you, kid.

Brought you some clean things.

Good girl.

And, this, from Sergeant Woolf.

He seems very worried about you.

There's no need to be drawing
any fanciful conclusions from that.

He's your secret admirer, isn't he?

- The one you told me about.
- Now, what have I just said?

I had hoped it would be a case
of out of sight, out of mind.

Haven't you heard?

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Please tell your wife, Mr Eden,
that a midwife is on her way,

and please don't panic.

Mrs Eden is having
contractions in the street.

I'm first on call. On my way.

Meaning the next call, is yours.

Yes, Sister, so I am aware.

You're more than ready.

I take it that this is not
your first infection?

It's the clap.
We've all had a dose.

I can assure you that's
not the case.

I will be treating
you with penicillin.

You need to abstain from sexual
contact

until the infection
is completely gone

or, at the very
least, use a sheath.

Understood.

I am eager to prevent the infection
spreading any further,

and whilst I appreciate that speaking
to someone with whom

you've had an extramarital affair
might be difficult...

No, it wasn't an affair!

I love my wife.

Whatever the nature
of the romantic liaison...

It wasn't that either,
it wasn't romantic, it was...

It was business.

I paid for it.

I will still need to speak
with the woman in question.

PHONE RINGS

Once you're able to work unaided, I
am rendered surplus to requirements,

I will go home to the mother house
when you're able to prove yourself

as a member of staff.

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Go home to your wife
and tell her help is on the way.

Mrs Constance Blakemore,
second baby,

no complications noted.

Just the job for you.

I hope so.

Well, chop chop, child!

Don't forget your most
essential instruments...

..courage and humility.

If you leaven one with the other,
you cannot fail.

Can you manage, Sister?

I'm managing perfectly well,
thank you.

Why are you telling me this?
It's disgusting!

Because I need you to understand
it's got nothing to do with you!

I thought we'd a good time together.

It was only for a couple of months
when I wasn't feeling my best.

I don't think you're
meant to be in here, are you?

Please, Sister, just get him out.
If you'd kindly leave.

I'll never do it again, I swear.

I love YOU, Heather.

Please speak to her!

Mr Pugh, I'm asking you to leave.

She's waiting for you.

Good, that's good.

I suppose I'd better go up.

I've taken the lad
over to my mother's. I'll..

I'll just go and make
sure he's all right.

Connie made a right racket last
time. I didn't want him scared.

No, no, we definitely
don't want that.

Don't worry, I'll be straight back
to boil the kettle and all that.

You make yourself at home.

I had hoped we'd get
a little more warning.

A week's notice isn't very much
to prepare me and the children.

And ourselves.

We'll just play a couple of games

and I'll buy you some chips
on the way home.

What's this? Bribery and corruption?

Bingo with my gran.

I'm just trying to drum
up some support.

I'm sorry, Val, but I do have a
previous engagement this evening.

That would explain why
Cyril is in the hall.

Already?

How do I look?

Too good for bingo.

So... what are you doing tonight,
Trix?

When the master of ceremonies
in the bingo hall calls out

"the Lord is my Shepherd", he is in
fact referring to the number 23.

Miss Anderson!

May I say you're looking especially
elegant this evening?

Thank you, Cyril.
You look very nice too.

You'll have to excuse
us now, Sister.

We don't want to be late
for Cliff Richard.

Oh, actually, we can't be late

because the cinema is closed
tonight.

I just walked past
and there's a sign up saying

that a projector's broken.

Oh, no! And we're all dressed up.

I could fetch the bike and take us
to the social club.

No, I don't think so.

An evening replete with
delights awaits you,

should you choose to join
your companions at the bingo.

I hadn't thought of that.

We can wait for the others
and go with them.

Wouldn't you rather
a nice walk by the river?

I think he fears
the element of mathematics.

You are an engineer -
numbers should not daunt you.

The phrase "legs eleven"
is almost self-explanatory.

Right, so that's done.

Um, next?

Well, I'm going to shave you,
Mrs Blackmore,

- if that's all right with you?
- You're in charge, Sister.

Yes, I suppose I am, really.
Good.

Um, now shave, and then
I'll prepare you an enema.

Oh, no need for that.

Mother Nature's beaten you to it.

Oh!

Who's got room for some
raspberry ripple?

It's a good job I bought two blocks.

Um, before we have pudding,
we need to talk to you all.

We have had some news today.

Good news.

May is finally going
to be joining her new family.

When?

Soon.

The Tunnocks have been waiting a
long time for May to join them.

And how's that good news?

Timothy, I know that makes us all
a little sad, but we should be happy

that May is going to be with

her new mummy and daddy
and her sister in her new home.

She's already got a new home!

You knew that May was only staying
with us until Mr Tunnock

was feeling better.

So, what about that
raspberry-ripple ice cream?

Oh, gosh! Not sure I've got
the concentration for this.

Eyes down for your first game,
ladies...

..and gentlemen.

Starting with buckle my shoe, 32.

Oh! Perfect.

She's a natural.

I think she just heard
the word shoe, Gran.

And now we have, legs eleven.

Oh, I know that one!
Give me your pen.

Hey what's wrong?

Oh, these chairs!

Hope's more forgiving.

I had to bring in a cushion.

And it's Burlington Bertie.

Is it your boil again?

- Shh!
- Number 30.

Eyes down.

Well, that was the quietest bedtime
we've had in a while.

They didn't even want a story.

Have you been called out?

I'm going to see Mr Pugh's preferred
establishment,

and I thought I'd better visit
during business hours.

Will we ever see her again?

May?

I don't know.

That will depend on her new family,
I suppose.

But if they say we can?

Then of course we will.

Oh, Timothy!

Being a foster family
is about showing children

how a normal family life
can be until they move on

to their permanent families.

May's turned into such a happy
and confident little girl

- since living with us.
- I know, Mum.

I just worry about Angela.

She won't understand.

Young children are more robust
than we give them credit for.

Is there something wrong?

Oh, I'm sorry, no, nothing's amiss.

I just want to make sure
everything goes swimmingly for you,

like with your son.

You're all right, love.

Can't you do whatever
you have to do?

Oh, here we go again!

Oh!

SHE MOANS

The thing is, it's not
about what I need to do.

It's about making sure
that you can do what you need to do.

I don't catch your drift.

Well, you did say you were quite
loud during your last delivery.

It's just that, last time, Eric
said I put the fear of Go...

..God into him.

Well, I've already got that.

That's it, Mrs Blakemore.
Give it all you've got!

SHE SCREAMS

5 and 8, 58.

5 and 6...

BOTH: Was she worth it?

76.

House!

House!

Beginner's luck!

Tell him - winners get the teas,
three sugars in mine,

and I'll have a ginger nut.

Oh, Gran.

Can't take these - you won
them fair and square.

I'm not sure Valerie's
grandmother would agree.

True.

Winning the raffle did
add insult to injury.

She had her heart set
on that cake. Mm-hm!

My luck was in.

It has been for a couple of weeks.

It'll be boiled in a minute.

There's biscuits in the tin.

I would have preferred
a slice of Madeira.

Oh, Gran!

Only joking.

You've got lovely friends...

That's it, you're going to see
Dr Turner in the morning.

It's nothing a warm flannel
won't sort out.

Oh, if it'll make you happy.

You always were a bossy
little madam, weren't you?

Yeah. I wonder who I got that from!

Dr Turner, I wasn't
expecting a house call.

I'm here in a professional capacity.

I think it's best I come in.

They say you forget the pain,
don't they?

But I'm sure it hurts
more than last time.

It's not just round
the front this time.

Oh, my backside!

You've got pain in your rectum?
Yeah, I'd say.

It's not the usual pain, either.

Oh, it's sharp!

I see. I think perhaps we should
get you on your hands and knees.

All right, but first I think
you need to turn a knob

on that thing to get it started.

So I do. Silly me!

Ooh!

You'll need to come to the surgery
tomorrow for your second injection,

and in the meantime...

Closed for business, I know.

And please think
about what I said.

There are ways to
protect yourself.

The customers just won't wear 'em.

Sorry, love, not working tonight.

Mr Pugh? I think we should talk!

Yeah, well, I don't,
so leave me alone.

Not until you understand how
damaging this behaviour can be,

and not just to you.

Of course I flaming understand!
I'm not stupid.

- Then tell me why you're here.
- I don't know!

Look, I didn't even mean to!

I didn't know what else
to do with myself,

not with my Heather gone.

This is exactly the behaviour
that caused your separation

in the first place!

Don't you think I know that?

Mrs Blakemore,
I think I've found the problem.

We have what's called
a compound presentation here.

- What does that mean?
- Baby's trying to come out elbow first,

which explains the pain and why
things are taking a little bit

longer than expected.

It's very unusual.

But you have seen it before?

I've read about them a lot,
but I've never seen one in real life.

But don't worry, Mrs Blakemore,

I'm going to ask your husband
to telephone for another midwife.

No, let's not mess about, love!
You've got me this far.

A second pair of hands
will come in useful.

I think you're going to need
a little bit of extra help,

to get baby out.

GROANING

It's not long now,
Mrs Blakemore.

Little breaths again.

I'm just making a little cut
to help baby out.

Here we go.

SHE MOANS

Push, push!

Here comes baby, gentle, gentle!

Here comes the little one.
Oh, Mrs Blakemore!

Here's baby.

A little girl!

Is she all right? Have I hurt her?

She's absolutely perfect.

Well done, Mum!

You took your own time...
my girl... didn't you?

Well done, you, Sister!

We don't need back-up.

We did it on our own.
Just the three of us.

BICYCLE BELL RINGS

Warmest congratulations,
Sister Frances.

You have earned an extra egg
and an additional slice of bacon.

You must be exhausted.
Come and sit down.

I can't.
I've not finished my work yet.

Oh!

Thank you, God, for not leaving me
alone when I was on my own.

Thank you.

Amen.

Time for your injection, sweetie.

Back to bed, ladies!

- Talk of the ward, am I?
- Not at all.

I know what it's like
around here for gossip.

What do you think me and Connie talk
about all day? The price of cheese?

Maybe it's just my turn.

Maybe I'm getting what I deserve.

I don't think that's true,
not for a second.

I thought I was doing everything
I was supposed to,

in the house and in bed.

"Worth the wait."
That's what he said to me

when I wouldn't,
before we were married.

Obviously, I wasn't worth the wait.

I wasn't worth anything at all,

because he had me at home
but still he'd rather pay.

You must have really been in pain
with this, Mrs Dyer.

I've had worse.

It's only a boil.

It's actually a cluster of several
boils,

commonly known as a carbuncle.

Even the name sounds horrible.

A course of antibiotics
ought to see it off,

but... I, am going to
take a quick swab...

..and test to see
if it's being caused

by Staphylococcus aureus
or Streptococcus pyogenes,

or anything else.

I'd rather tell people
I had something like that

than a carbuncle.

I like medical names -
they're more elegant.

Well, whatever the cause,
you'll need to keep this area

and your hands scrupulously clean.

I'll arrange for you to have your
dressing changed every day

when you have your
penicillin injection.

My Val can do all of that.

It's best you come here.

I need to make sure
you're behaving yourself!

Looking around.

Here she is!

The woman of the hour!
Come in, Sister, have a drink.

Not whilst I'm still on duty,
Mr Blakemore.

It really is a little too soon for
Mrs Blakemore to be having visitors.

Oh, Connie doesn't mind,
she's having a lie-down.

Could sleep through a hurricane,
that one.

Sorry, I'm going to need
this little one.

Mrs Blakemore,
whatever is the matter?

I wish I knew.

Oh, no! Oh, not now!

Nurse!

I've never been one for tears.

Once I started, I couldn't stop.
I'm so tired.

I can't settle her.

She's still bruised
because of the way she was born.

But not as bruised as you,
Mrs Blakemore.

Remember, you've had stitches.

You shouldn't even
have been out of bed.

It's time for everyone to leave.

Auntie Jean's only
just got here!

Mr Blakemore, your wife's just
been through a difficult birth!

Connie loves having her house full.

Then why is she crying
in the bedroom?

Now, please, everybody,
Connie needs to be left in peace.

Thank you.

If the baby's decided it's time,
there's not a lot we can do

about it, which is why
we brought you here,

where you and the baby
will get the best care.

What about Vince?

What about him, sweetie?

Do you think he should know?

That it's happening?

Only if it's what you want.

I don't know what I want.

We talked about what
today would be like,

the day we became parents,
and it wasn't like this.

We'll see if we can get word to him.

How's Heather doing?

She's still at the
maternity home.

Um...

..would you see that she gets these?

We take it in turn to buy 'em.

She likes the recipes.

May I say this feels
like quite an honour, Sister.

I thought I was going to get one
of the junior nurses.

The privilege is all mine, Mrs Dyer.

Did the doctor find out
what germ caused this?

According to your notes, it seems
to be Streptococcus pyogenes.

We used to dread these infections
before antibiotics.

If they were picked up by women
after childbirth,

they would die.

That's all finished.
You can adjust your clothing.

Oh.

You've got a superior touch.
Hardly felt a thing.

I hope my Val turns out
to be as good as you.

Valerie is an excellent midwife

and a thoroughly nice young woman.

You can't go wrong when you've got
a sharp brain and warm heart.

She's got both.

When she said about
going off to nursing,

I said to myself,
"You watch her go, Else.

"She'll do everything
you never did."

Did you have aspirations
to be a nurse?

It weren't for the likes
of me in them days.

Being a nurse was
something ladies did.

Anyway, I left school at 12.

I'd never have had the learning.

Mr Pugh, your wife is in labour,
and she's asking for you.

So if you would like
to put on a shirt...

No! I'm the last thing she needs.
The last thing anybody needs.

You saw that for
yourself the other night.

What I saw is a man
who needs help.

It started when I was
on National Service.

They sent me to Berlin.

I'd barely been past the end
of my street before.

I was miserable.

I took it out on everyone else.

I kept getting in fights.

The next time I threw a punch,

it was going to be
the glasshouse for me.

Luckily, I had a sergeant
who knew I just needed to er,

let off some steam.

He took you to a brothel?

It worked.

I settled down and I did my time.

But when I came home...
I couldn't stop.

Until I met Heather.

So what changed?

It started when she got pregnant.

Self-destructive behaviour
is not an unusual reaction

to high-stress situations.

Drink, gambling, narcotics,

I've seen them all used
in that manner.

I think your visits
to prostitutes are the same.

I've everything a man could want.

I've got a beautiful wife
and a baby on the way.

Becoming a father is wonderful,

but it's also the biggest
responsibility

you will ever have to shoulder.

And I've buckled under the pressure
before it's even born.

That may be, but you have got
the chance to rebuild.

Is he here?

He's right outside, Mrs Pugh,
and that's where he'll stay,

unless you say otherwise.

Let's concentrate on the job
in hand, shall we?

That's good, Mrs Pugh.

Now slow down a little.

Gently does it.

And just breathe for me.

Baby's head's been born.
Very nearly there.

That's it.

Now just another push, Mrs Pugh.

There we go.

A little girl.

BABY CRIES

Well done, sweetie.

How are her eyes?

Has she caught it from me?

Let's find out.

No obvious signs of infection.

I still think we should
start treatment.

Ssh.

Quick, it's the Ann Packer race.

Run, Miss Packer,

you are Artemis,
goddess of the chase.

- Give it some welly, love!
- Oh, she's got herself boxed in!

Come on, Ann!

PHONE RINGS

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Hello, I need to speak
to Nurse Dyer.

Tell her it's Auntie Flo.

Valerie!

It's your Aunt Flo,
it sounds urgent.

- Flo?
- Val? I need you down the pub.

Bring your nurse's bag
and come round the back.

Your gran's here with me.

Weird that someone's gone into
labour in between two kegs of mild.

I don't know. It sounds like there's
been some sort of accident. Hm.

Perhaps I should come with you.

She might just do it.

Look at her go!
Go on, darling! Ha-ha!

Yes!

Auntie Flo, what's happened?

I didn't send for two of you,
I sent for her.

It sounded urgent - we thought
you might need reinforcements.

You'd better get upstairs. Go on!

There you are, darling,
I told you it was on its way.

What sort of help
does she need, Gran?

Help stopping the bleeding,
help cleaning her up.

Help if the baby comes away.

I take it that that was in fact
the object of this enterprise?

- Yes. It was...
- Gran.

Gran, has someone
been doing an abortion?

Yes.

Me.

You know it goes on all over,
just like everybody else does.

She ain't never had this
happen before, not once.

You wanted towels.

Don't you dare bring these filthy
articles anywhere near my patient.

Throw them on the floor, please,
so I don't slip in this mess.

Thank you. Can you put some gloves
on, Nurse Dyer, in case I need you

to prepare some ergometrine?

Sweetheart,
can you tell me your name?

It's Teresa.

I'm just going to take
a little look down below, Teresa.

I send them home to bed usually.

They lose it at night,
by the next day.

Move your knees apart for me.

- I've never seen anything like this.
- Good girl.

We're going to sort this out.

I reckon there was already
something wrong with her.

It's the haemorrhage
she's having now that concerns me.

- Did you use instruments?
- Yes.

Thank you.

Nurse Dyer, I need sterile pads

and I need you to call
for an ambulance.

I can't do that. You know I can't.

It's why we sent for 'er.

You can and you will,
because if either Nurse Dyer or I

have to leave this poor girl's side
to do it,

we'll be coming back here
with a police officer, won't we?

Yes.

I don't want my mum and dad to know.

I promise, Teresa, right now,
nobody in this room is thinking

about anyone but you.

Oh, Mother Mildred, can I help you?

I'm struggling with
a recalcitrant shoelace.

You may assist me, if you wish.

Is that your suitcase, Mother?

I arrived without fanfare,

I leave the same way.

But why now?

Remember what I told you, child.

Because now...
I can.

Still no signs of infection.

But, we will continue the drops

just to be on the safe side.

Infection's not always obvious
so soon after birth.

Is Vince still here?

He is. Would you like to see him?

I don't know. I thought I did,
but I can't just forget what he did,

and I can't pretend
it didn't happen.

And neither should you, Mrs Pugh.

Maybe it would help
to talk about it.

And how are we
supposed to do that?

I'd be happy to refer you to the
National Marriage Guidance Council.

It's a service where
you and your husband

can discuss your relationship
with a counsellor -

someone who can help you talk
about what happened.

If, you're both ready
to be honest with each other.

And do you think Vince is ready?

I do.

I'm cold. There will be another
blanket in the ambulance, sweetie.

It's Pullman service
all the way now.

I'm not leaving her. I think she
might miscarry en route.

Back stairs, if you'd oblige me.

Why did you send for me?

You've had training,
and we was in trouble.

Well, you're in worse trouble now!

What you did in here was criminal.

And I don't just mean
because it was against the law.

Mrs Pugh, may we?

Oh, my God, look at her.

She's perfect.

She's perfect.

Heather, I'm sorry.

Please.

So, here's how it's going to be
when we come home.

No more doing nights.

I want you home at a decent hour
from now on.

But I'll 'ave to stop
working at the dogs.

I want you where I can
see you, Vincent Pugh.

Every single night.
And if I ever hear of you...

Oh, you won't, I promise.

Because the doctor says there are
people we can talk to about it.

He says it might help.

What, us? Talk about...

- ..the thing we don't talk about?
- Yes, Vince, that.

And the other thing
we don't talk about, which is us.

I'll do whatever it takes.

And I want to call her Agnes -
after my mum.

What are you all gawping at?

Did it not occur to you - I might get
into trouble, Gran?

I could even lose my job,
because you dragged me into this.

No-one's going to tell on you.
Not me, not Flo.

- You're family.
- Oh!

Even if you do forget
where you're from

and whose side you ought to be on.

You haven't seen
the things I've seen.

You haven't seen little
boys left motherless,

young women shaking with fever,

passing clots of rotten matter
into a toilet bowl.

You're in my way.

You, haven't seen patients
crying in my clinic

because they're married now.

They're married and it's safe,

but they can't hang onto a pregnancy

because they have been so badly
lacerated by something

someone like you keeps in her
sideboard drawer

or underneath her sink.

Are you saying that what
I see don't matter?

I see them crying,
I see it all the time.

The girls who are trying to feed
five kids on a tin of corned beef.

Or worse - with black eyes,
covered in pan stick,

and a husband who drinks
a skinful every night.

I bet I can match
you tear for bloody tear!

And you know what, Nurse Dyer?

I send them home smiling.

You hurt people, Gran.

You hurt them.
You put things inside them,

inside parts of the body
that you can't even name.

But I do it because
they ask me to, beg me to.

Pay you to.

I don't charge as much as others.

Most ask £10.

Even Guinness gives it
a whiff of Harley Street.

Oh.

This is not Harley Street, Gran.
Look at it.

Look at this room! It's filthy.
Look at your hands.

I know what's clean
and what's not clean.

You are covered in boils.

I wouldn't give you a job making
flamin' sandwiches!

You don't really need low-paid work,
do you,

with your oven full of banknotes.

£7 is what I charge.

And that's how much it matters.

Now do you believe me?

I believe you're burning the
evidence before the police get here.

The police won't come
unless someone calls them.

People go to prison
for what you've done.

There's abortionists in Holloway
serving eight years.

I know.

TV: And so Ann Packer of
Great Britain

receives the gold medal
for the 800...

MATURE JENNIFER: We can never
foretell

when our fortunes will turn

or when the story will change.

Sometimes, we see each other
through fresh eyes,

and there's no joy at all.

We see what was concealed

and what is shameful.

We see what is true.

And nothing familiar remains.

We're going to have
to report what happened.

It's the sort of thing
that makes your blood run cold.

I'm launching a fund-raising drive
and the first event

is going to be the Ballroom of Hope.

There's a new patient
for the district round.

They said that the treatment
hadn't worked.

Reggie's not himself.

It's normally so lovely
when he's at home.

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