All language subtitles for Call.the.Midwife.S09E05.Episode.5.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-Cinefeel_track3_[eng]

MATURE JENNIFER WORTH:
There are moments

when the world seems to pause
in its perpetual spinning...

...when the minutes hang suspended,

as life begins...or ends.

(SOBS) Oh, no! No!

Rest eternal grant unto her, O Lord,

and let light perpetual
shine upon her.

The Sisters of Nonnatus House
were guardians of the threshold.

A wise word, a gentle glance.

The first, or last, murmur of blessing.

They brought wisdom.

They brought comfort.

They brought love.

When I delivered you, Cheryl,

your grandmother was
one of the first people to hold you.

Now God is holding her.

As I hold you.

They were witnesses
to all that mattered -

struggle, loss,

triumph,

ties of blood.

Other people's lives were their life.

And in their service,
they gave all they had...

...all that they were.

They did not stop to count the cost,

for this was their mission,
their calling...

Morning, Sisters! Morning!

...their joy.

Patrick! Perfect timing!

I've registered Mrs Hodson's death.

A quick wash, a fresh change
of clothes after night duty,

then back to work, I'm afraid.

But I've made you
some Scotch pancakes.

(SIGHS) I honestly don't think
I'm going to have time.

I'm sorry.

Angela, May! Teddy!

Come and have your breakfast!

You'll be late
for your last day of school!

LUCILLE: I love Julie Andrews!

My cousin went to see it
and she said it was a beautiful picture.

Hmm! The settings
look very picturesque.

What are you girls
chuntering on about now?

The Sound Of Music, Phyllis.
Everyone's talking about it.

PHYLLIS: I saw that in the theatre
years ago.

I went with my cousin Madge
when she was down from Brid.

Aww, did you love it?

If memory serves me right,
there was a queue for the ladies,

Madge nodded off in the overture

and the woman next to me
was finishing the sleeve on her pully.

Knitting? At a West End show?

I tutted loudly and pointed,
but she was shameless.

Well, they've turned said stage play
into a motion picture now,

and by all accounts,
it's a feast for the eyes.

And ears!

Oh, please!

May I view the joy within?

Well, er...

Seven pounds. The exact weight
of the average baby.

I'm just trying to get some practice in.

VIOLET: Come on, ladies!

Pick your ticket for The Sound Of Music.

And Julie Andrews
is flavour of the month!

Hm!

It's thruppence a ticket, dear.

And all proceeds
go to the incubator fund.

I received two complimentary tickets,

thanking me for my continued hard work

on behalf
of the Poplar Chamber of Commerce.

My husband wasn't interested.

You'll know if you've won

because there will be an image
of Julie Andrews on the stub.

I hear this particular picture
features intoning anchorites.

And a soprano
with a four-octave reach.

Oh!

Better luck next time!

(CLEARS THROAT) Thruppence a ticket, dear.

Kindly furnish me with writing materials.

I'll pen an IOU.

(CLEARS THROAT) Any sign of, erm,
Julie Andrews' face, Sister?

(SIGHS)

Oh!

(LIFT WHIRS)

(LIFT BELL PINGS)

I thought I got 'em
as good as new out the washhouse.

I done a big bundle
of Mum's sheets an' all.

I'm going to take 'em up later.

I hope those buses ain't playing up.

Don't you moan on, my old girl.

(SCOFFS) It's just good to have him home,
that's all.

(COUGHS)

Well, unfortunately, Mr Calthorpe,
with only one lung,

you will be vulnerable
to nasty chest infections.

I've been talking to that owl for weeks.

- That's pretty.
- It's me little scissor holder.

He bought it for me a few years ago.

I'm always losing me scissors,
ain't I, Albert?

Not any more.

We got to get you fighting fit.
Three grandkids, he's got!

And another one on the way.

Yeah, our Ingrid's
about to pop any minute.

Then we definitely need you
back on your feet.

Well, this insulin will keep
your blood sugar stable.

It'll help to keep you feeling well.

Hold your horses, love.
I've only just sat down.

There is an event afoot
of which I presume you are apprised,

but about which
you have made no mention!

And I demand
that you acknowledge it and act!

Sister, please sit down.

I thank you for your invitation.

But I will not leave until the matter
has been properly discussed!

The Sound Of Music is on at the Regent!

A-A-And I am firmly convinced

that a communal visitation

would be efficacious
for rousing the spirit

- And?
- We must attend, all of us.

Forthwith!

We are religious sisters!

Of this I am cognisant.

Then you will understand

why I deem the film to be both frivolous
and inappropriate.

Your response would appear...
to be in the negative.

Yes.

Of course! I will see you on Friday.

And I'll bring some nipple cream with me.

Goodbye, Mrs Jones.

It seems a little while
since you received a telephone call

from your young gentleman.

It is.

With my work, and his work
and his studies and his preaching,

we don't seem to spend much time
together any more.

We lead busy lives.

There walks a soul
crying out for communal activity.

If you could just lift your pyjama top up
for me, Mr Calthorpe.

Call him Albert. Everyone else does.

And I'm Grace.

We don't stand on ceremony round here.

Well, maybe Grace could...distract you?

# Have I told you lately

# That I love you?

# Could I tell you
once again somehow... #

There we go. That wasn't too bad, was it?

No!

Now, would you like a nice cup of tea?

Not 'alf.

You get off now, Sister.
I've got everything under control.

Now, I'm quite capable
of making a cup of tea!

- Only if you're sure.
- Chop chop!

Cheryl! How are you, my dear?

All right, Sister Monica Joan.
Is Sister Julienne about?

Tea.

The drink that enlivens and reanimates.

Hm.

She wanted you to have this, my gran.
There's £5 in there.

All right for some!

That's incredibly kind of her.

Thought the world of your lot, she did.

Thought the sun
shone out of your proverbials.

Revered you.

We all thought a great deal of her.

She had a terrible life, my gran.

Born in the workhouse, 13 kids,

three of 'em dead before they were ten.

She done her back in
pulling that flower cart up and down

the East India Dock Road -
and for what?

It's women like her
that ought to be revered,

not someone like you that don't know
the meaning of hard work.

Enjoy her savings.

The funeral's on Friday.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

And then Bognor is to be lauded.

I went with some bell-ringers once.

Heartily recommend the sandwiches
at the Dew Drop Cafe.

I'm afraid I'm thinking
a little closer to home.

I believe there's a moving walkway
between Bank and Monument Station,

so that'll be worth a look-see.

You're taking them to see an escalator?

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Oh, good morning.

Are you here to see Dr Turner?

That's it. Ingrid Ellis.

Dr Turner's ready for you now, Mrs Ellis.

Mind her, Mum. All right?

Come and sit here, sweetheart.

You can't have her tomorrow, can you?
Extra shift.

Well, you shouldn't be working
in your condition.

Should she, Nurse?

Well, someone's gotta pay for HP
on the Hillman Imp.

I'll drop her round at nine.

Where is she going?

She's going to the doctor.

What's the doctor's name?

- Dr Turner.
- Oh.

(SIGHS)

Can I help you in any way?

Oh, er... Yes, erm...

I-I was wondering if I could
make an appointment for meself

to see the doctor.

My name's Grace Calthorpe.

Ah!

Mrs Calthorpe.

You had an appointment
to see Dr Turner two weeks ago

that you didn't keep.

(LAUGHTER)

All right, settle down, settle down.

All right, all right, sit down.

Right, if we move on
to the post-partum period -

that refers to the six weeks
following childbirth...

- Sorry, Miss. Er...
- Yes, Mr...Mallen?

The baby can come out blue, can't it?

- See, I was reading this book about it...
- Well...

Who cares what colour the baby is,
as long as it's the same colour as you?

It's not like you're gonna see it,
is it, Ron? You'll be down the pub.

Well, yeah.

I'm gonna be there.

What, you're going to be watching
your missus giving birth?

- Yeah.
- What, down the goal end?

(MEN LAUGH)

SISTER HILDA: It's not unheard of.

(ALBERT COUGHS)

Come on, darlin'.
Let's get you sitting down, hey?

I can't hardly breathe. (COUGHS)

You'll be all right in a minute.

(GASPS)

Ain't you going out?

You can't get rid of me that easily,
Albert Calthorpe.

(ALBERT LAUGHS)

I'm sorry, love. Oh, dear...

- Hm.
- I take it

there's no sign of Grace Calthorpe?

Two appointments missed.
What a struggle some people's lives are.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (FOOTSTEPS)

- You looking for Grace?
- Yes.

Well, I've come to see Mr Calthorpe.

But I don't know if he's...
if he's gone out.

Well, he was going for a lie-down.
Grace has gone to her mum's.

Hello? Albert?

You won't rouse him, dear.
He slept through the Blitz.

He hasn't had his insulin.

You don't know
where Grace's mum lives, do you?

You are! You're like an old woman.
Fuss, fuss, fuss!

Ah! Do my eyes deceive me

or can I spy the lofty thoughts
of a certain Dr Spock?

Oh, he's brilliant, Sister.

Even if he has got a weird name.

Well, his opinions on childcare are loudly
lauded on both sides of the Atlantic.

How... How are you doing, Aileen?

Fed up now. Just want it to come.

Thought a walk might bring it on.

Well, if you go into labour
in Large Print,

I'll only be a hop, skip and a jump away.

You know, Ronald...

...you need pay no heed to the other men
in the mothercraft group.

There's nothing wrong with wishing
to be present when Aileen's giving birth.

If he had his way,
he'd be giving birth to it.

And if I had my way, you would an' all.

Come on!

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Hello, darlin'!

Where you been? I've been worried sick!
Anything could've happened to you!

Buses were playing up.

Anyway, I'm here now.

I done you a steak and kidney pie there,
Mum.

Ooh!

I might go up Tower Beach later,
get an ice cream,

have a paddle.

I like a paddle.

It ain't really the weather for it.
It's best you stay in, Mum.

Cor, this floor don't 'alf get filthy.

I might go up Tower Beach later.

It ain't really the weather for it.

What? I might go up Tower Beach,
have a paddle.

Wireless said it's gonna rain.

Where have you been?

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- I'm looking for Mrs Calthorpe.

It's urgent.

What do you want?
Sorry. Erm...

I was trying to gain access to your flat
to give Albert his injection,

but I couldn't rouse him

and I'm concerned his blood sugar
could be dangerously high.

Can I borrow your key? Please?

Come in.

I told you! I don't want
no-one looking after me but you!

She ain't stopping, Mum!

I hear you missed a doctor's appointment.

Oh, the jungle drums been banging,
have they? Yes, I did. What of it?

I got quite a lot on,
if it hadn't escaped your notice.

And thus far, I ain't mastered
the art of being in two places at once.

Dr Turner was asking me
if everything was all right.

Yes, well, it will be if you give
my husband his injection now, won't it?

- (BREATHES HEAVILY)
- Are you bleeding?

- Eh?
- Must be your monthlies.

You want to get yourself
down the doctor's.

(TAP SQUEAKS AND WATER RUNS)

(ENGINE REVS AND TYRES SCREECH)

(GASPS) I hope me waters breaking
ain't ruined your upholstery!

Don't you worry about that!

Right. Erm...

Stay there!

OK.

Come on.

Come on!

Ronald! Just let me out!

I'm not gonna drown!

Lean into me! There you go.

- (GROANS)
- Right!

Let's get you inside. Come on!

OK, all right.

Careful! There.

OK?

All right, there you go.

OK.

See? We're here now, darlin'.
It's all going according to plan.

Put that down! It's bad luck!

I'm going to be with you
every step of the way.

What's going on?

This is my wife, Aileen Mallen.

- Good evening.
- Her waters have broke.

Come on, lass.

I refuse to play tug-of-war
with a human being, Mr Mallen,

much less a pregnant one.

I'm not leaving her side.

He's a bit of a fusspot, my husband.

He's also an infection risk.

- Eh?
- You're not gowned up.

Now, go through there,
sit down, and wait.

(MURMURS)

I'll go with you one night, Trixie.

Oh! I hope for your sake
it's not a weepie.

I can't bear crying in public.

You should come too,
Sister Monica Joan.

We should all go -
trip out to the Regent.

SISTER MONICA JOAN: A trip to the cinema
will lift the spirits.

I can wear my new haute couture dress

that my godmother
in Portofino sent to me!

I think you might have been reading
Sister Monica Joan's mind.

I didn't know she took
such a great interest in my personal élan.

Deeper breaths now
or you'll be getting light-headed again.

Look what I found in a store cupboard!

- (SIGHS)
- I told my missus

that I'd be by her side for this,

and I don't break my promises.

So I've gowned myself up.

Incorrectly, I see.

Look, I don't have time for this.

My priority is Aileen, but...

Incorrectly?

You're back to front.

Oh.

But if you are staying,
then make yourself useful -

none of this cheering on
from the sidelines

like it's Saturday afternoon at The Den.

Fetch her some water.

Gas and air make the mouth dry.

Now, come on, lad.

You hold her hand.

We'll all have to work together.

That's right.

(EXHALES)

TRIXIE: You're quiet, Sister Frances.

What's wrong, sweetie?

Sister Frances?

It's Albert Calthorpe.

Well, actually, it's not.
It's his wife, Grace.

It's like she...she doesn't
want me there.

Makes me feel like
I can't get anything right.

Oh, I don't know about that.

But...I...can't work out
what I've done wrong.

Often, women of her generation
are self-sufficient.

You know, they've had to be.

Round here was practically annihilated
during the War.

Don't look so downhearted.
I'm sure it's nothing personal.

Maybe you could teach her
to give Albert his injections.

She might prefer that.

You might prefer that.

Hm.

You're doing so well.

That last push really moved baby.

Come on, darlin'. Nearly there.

Now, with the next push,
I'm going to be wanting you

to take it slowly
as baby's head emerges.

Give me a good push to start.

(MOANS)

Now take a breath
and then really control that push.

Gently now.

Good lass!

Can you give me another gentle push?

Breathe this baby's head out.

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

Beautifully done.

Now, one more push.

(GROANS)

(BABY CRIES)

It's a boy!

A perfect little baby boy.

What a bonny lad he is!

Can I hold him?

In't he a marvel, Ron?

Our little miracle.

It really takes it out of you, don't it?

Have I to speak to Doctor
to see if we can get a bed for you too?

- (LAUGHS)
- Shh.

I don't say this about many babies,

but that young Mallen boy is so bonny!

Yes, I was wondering
how that particular birth went.

Pretty much tickety-boo,
as was to be expected.

Now, I have warmed to Ronald,

please don't misunderstand me,

but fathers have no need to assist in
the welcoming of babies into the world.

Their job comes later.

We cannot refuse progress, Nurse Crane!
The world is changing.

Placing men at the centre of childbirth?

What a strange state of affairs!

(KEY RATTLES IN LOCK)

Hello, darlin'.

Got you a sausage roll
from the market here.

Let's get you to the table.

It's a nice bit of sausage roll, Mum.

I'm all right here.

Come on, Mum!

What is it?

I've...had a bit of an accident.

Let's get you to the sink.

Get you cleaned up, hey?

(SOBS)

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

And how is your husband?

Thank heavens
young people have the BCG vaccine now.

Well, he's home. That's a good thing.

It's a bit of a blow,
him having diabetes now an' all.

Yes, I was very sorry to hear it.

Now, I recall in March
you had pretty bad backache.

Has that subsided?

No.

And I'm... I'm bleeding down below.

Quite heavily.

Well, it's nonstop, really.

I'm sure it's just the change of life,
but just recently, it-it-it's...

It's got a bit worse.

Well, you're probably right
that this is the run-up to the menopause,

but I would like to do an examination,

just to clear a few things up.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

- Who is it?
- Nurse Turner.

- Come in.
- (DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I do apologise, Mrs Calthorpe.

I wondered if I might just grab
a kidney bowl.

PATRICK: Of course.

Er... Do I have to take my drawers off?

Only I've got quite a lot of material
shoved down there.

Bits of ripped-up old curtains, mostly.
But...

Don't worry about that for now.

PATRICK: Let's just see how we go.

Mrs Calthorpe, would you like me to stay?

(SIGHS)

Would you?

Good luck!

VIOLET: Ohh.

That is not a lucky hand, I fear.

The metacarpal
is insufficiently arched for triumph.

- No.
- Oh!

- No.
- Bye-bye.

I was correct.

(VIOLET CLEARS THROAT)

I suspect that losing all this blood
has made you anaemic,

so I'll prescribe some iron tablets.

Oh, and that'll stop it?

I'm afraid not.

I can feel that you have fibroids too,

so I'm going to refer you
to the gynaecologist at St Cuthbert's.

Fibroids?

Fibroids are growths
that develop in the uterus.

- Cancer?
- No.

No, they're definitely non-cancerous,

so please don't worry.

Most women are unaware
that they have them,

but they do lead to heavy
and painful bleeding.

And... And what will St Cuthbert's do
to put a stop to it?

Well, if it is fibroids,

what they will probably do
is perform a hysterectomy.

Will I have to go into hospital?

Is there nothing you can give me now
to sort it out?

You need to be in hospital for at least
two to three weeks, Mrs Calthorpe.

Mrs Calthorpe, I understand
how alarming it can seem

when one has to draw a line under
one's fertility once and for all, but...

Oh, I can't leave my Albert
for all that time.

I can't leave none of 'em.

CHILD: Bah!

- Bah!
- Oh!

- (BOTH LAUGH)
- (DOOR CLOSES)

SISTER FRANCES: I've been thinking...

Hello, sorry. I might teach you
how to do the injections.

It'll stop me getting in your way
all the time.

Hello, love.

What's Julie doing here?

We had to have her.
Ingrid's gone into labour.

Oh! That's wonderful news.

Hello, darling!

(LAUGHS)

You're about to be a grandmother again.
Isn't that fantastic?

Yeah.

PHYLLIS: And we've moved from meconium
to milk stools. Very good.

And only four ounces lower
than the birth weight.

Well done!

There's a little birthmark there.
Have you seen it?

Yes, I noticed that.
I think it's got a bit bigger today.

I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.

But we'll keep an eye on it.

# Have I told you lately
that I miss you... #

How come you're up and about?

# When the stars are shining
in the sky... #

What are you doing here, Albert?

- I've come to walk you home.
- (SIGHS)

I've gotta go up to Ingrid's,
give the place a good clean.

- And I got to check in on Mum.
- All right.

I'm sorry, love.

Best get yourself home.

(ALBERT COUGHS)

He's going to be a footballer
and play for West Ham.

He might want to be a ladies' hairdresser,
like my cousin Clifford.

He can be whatever he wants.

Shall I take his little hat off?
Might be a bit warm.

(BABY CRIES)

Ronald?

Miss! You gotta help! There's something
wrong with the baby! Please!

- Ronald! Don't go through here!
- Could you not find a midwife?

He needs a doctor! Look!

- (KEY RATTLES IN LOCK)
- (GROANS)

Mum?

Mum!

- I ain't going nowhere else.
- Eh?

I'd sooner be on me own floor
than anyone else's.

(GROANS)

Oh, Mum!

Now, I know this looks scary,

but all that's happened is that
Steven has developed a haemangioma.

Sorry?

A haemangioma.

More commonly known
as a strawberry mark.

- A haemangioma?
- Yes.

Is it bad, Doctor?

It's just a birthmark.

It's superficial.

If I'm honest, I would expect it
to disappear completely

by the time
he's three or four years old.

You don't 'alf put the fear of God
into me sometimes, Ronald!

You scared me half to death!

I'm a nervous wreck.

I should have checked the water
when the nurses done his bath.

I mean, what if it was too hot?

They know what they're doing, Ronald!

Yeah, but I was reading
Dr Spock's book,

and he said that babies should be
bathed before ten in the morning.

Now, he never said why, but...

And what else does Dr Spock say?

What's he famous for saying?

I remember.

"Trust yourself.
You know more than you think."

Press the plunger slowly.

Well done! You're a natural, Grace.
I knew you would be.

Is it safe to look yet?

Julie, put the scissors down.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Mother?

Mother! I'm moving back in!

Hold her for us for a sec.
Me arms are killing me.

- You're meant to be in the hospital.
- I had complications.

SISTER FRANCES:
What sort of complications?

Oh, the cavalry's arrived.

And I didn't like the tone
of one of them nurses.

- There was no telling her.
- So I discharged myself.

Even without complications, you're
supposed to have bed rest for two weeks.

And I will! I thought
you could look after us, Mum.

I'll kip in the spare room
till I'm back on me feet again.

Speaking of which, you all right, Dad?

ALBERT: Princess.

I'll need to have a look at baby.

- (CRASH!)
- (BABY CRIES)

Oh, I'm so, so sorry!

I'll mend it for you.

Mr Buckle has some very strong glue
at Nonnatus House.

You won't notice the difference.

Do what you want, Sister.

Scissors is the least of me worries.

(BABY CONTINUES TO CRY)

Shh...

# Have I told you

# I'd like to share my love forever? #

(SNORES)

# Well, darlin'

# I'm tellin' you now. #

(BABY CRIES)

I had an umbrella up indoors
when you was in labour.

- Do you think it's cos of that?
- Ronald!

(GAS HISSES)

(OPENS MATCHBOX)

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- SISTER JULIENNE: Midwife calling!

- (KNOCKING CONTINUES)
- Hello?

(GAS OFF)

Mrs Calthorpe, I'm here
to see your daughter's baby.

Is that...?

Can I smell gas?

Oh, er... The oven's playing up.

I was just freshening up a stale loaf.

INGRID: Who is it, Mum?

Er, Sister Julienne
from Nonnatus House!

I'll be in to see you shortly, Mrs Ellis.

Gas is so dangerous, Mrs Calthorpe.

You know, it can be fatal.

- How are you feeling?
- Fine, thank you.

If I may...say so,
you-you don't look fine.

Oh, is that right?

- Mrs Calthorpe...
- And what business

is that of yours anyway?

Coming round here, sticking your nose in
where it ain't wanted.

Like you really care!

I do care, Mrs Calthorpe.

I know how hard
things can become sometimes.

Don't make me laugh!

You? You?!

How the hell would you know
what it's really like living round here -

hiding away from the world
in your fancy robes

and a plum stuck in your mush?

You don't know nothing
about living hand-to-mouth,

being a real middle-aged woman -

how you're invisible,

how nobody sees you,
even if you're screaming!

You're too busy genuflecting
to see beyond your own flaming nose!

INGRID: Mum?

Off to the market.

Supper won't get itself, now, will it?

(DOOR CLOSES)

What's going on in here, then?

Nothing, Dad.
You get yourself back to bed.

I better have a look at baby Christine.

Shall we go through?

- (TEAPOT POURS)
- Nurse Crane.

Phyllis.

- Tea?
- No, thank you.

If I'm ever a little overzealous
about my views on husbands

in the delivery room, might I apologise?

Oh, absolutely no need.

It's a discussion
that's been going on for decades -

and will go on for decades more,
no doubt.

I think my feelings relate to my father.

Go on.

He was very much absent from my childhood.

Snap.

Took scant interest in me.

My brothers
were a different kettle of fish.

No, it was just Nanny and me
and that was it.

I wonder if he'd have loved me more
had he been present at my birth.

I doubt it.

Am I really that unlovable?

Oh, oh, shush! No!

But men of your father's generation
were very different

to the likes of Ronald Mallen,
for instance.

I can't help but have a soft spot
for that boy.

I've met countless lads
like Ronald before.

He needs some friendly advice -

not to interfere, not to panic.

He needs to learn that,

rather like your relationship
with your father, some things just are.

And we can do nothing about it.

We have a saying about that.

"Go with God."

Doris Day has another.

"Que sera sera."

(BOTH LAUGH)

- There you are, love.
- Thank you.

Move, will ya?

- (BICYCLE BELL TINGS)
- Mind out, missus!

- All right, darlin'?
- (MEN LAUGH)

(CHATTER)

Has anyone seen Sister Julienne?

- Is she not in her office?
- No.

- I don't know, sorry.
- (SIGHS)

- (PROJECTOR WHIRS)
- (FILM MUSIC PLAYS)

SHELAGH: Here we are.

- Ah, Mrs Turner!
- Ah!

Have you lost May and Angela?

The girls have run ahead
to look at the ribbons with Mrs Buckle.

- How was the day trip?
- Quite exhausting.

The Greenwich foot tunnel's
quite a stretch for little legs.

Still, we've our TV dinner
to look forward to tonight.

Oh, gosh! How very avant-garde.

So has Dr Turner
finished for the evening?

Oh, no. He was doing patient referrals
when I left ten minutes ago.

You should call in on him, Mum.

I'll go get Angela and May and you can
have a romantic drive home together.

Oh, Timothy!
Are you sure you don't mind?

Not at all. Come on, Teddy.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

He's his father's son -
kindness in abundance.

Do you want to try the raffle?

Oh! Amethyst! Now, that's my birthstone!

Would you like me to bag it up
for you as a keepsake?

My treat?

(VIOLET GASPS)

There you go!

Two tickets for The Sound of Music
are yours!

Oh, my gosh!

It's a very lucky day for you girls,
isn't it?

BOTH: Yay!

I think I know who we can give these to.

Good afternoon.

Aww! Nurse Crane said
he was a bonny baby.

You must be Master Steven!

May I?

Ah, yes, there's the haemangioma.

You're all talking about it, then?

No, no, not at all.

Anyway, it'll be hidden by his hair.

Or he can wear a hat even when it's hot.

Come on, Ronald!

I-I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to upset anyone.

Ronald!

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- Come in!

I wondered if you'd like some company
on the journey home.

(SIGHS) I really need
to finish these before I...

- Before our TV dinner?
- I-I won't be late. I promise.

It's all good.
I'll try and catch up with the children.

We'll have a lovely evening
all together later.

Oh! Hello, love!

All right, Mum?
Just getting her a bit of fresh air.

- Oh, lovely!
- See you in a bit!

Stand there, Julie!
Wave to your nan!

Wave to your nan! There we go.

See you later, darlin'.

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

(MOANS)

Gracie?

Grace!

Oh, Lord!

What's happened?

Mum? Dad, what's happened?!

Your mother's had a turn.

They're taking her to St Cuthbert's.

Mum?

(ALBERT COUGHS)

TV: That demonstrates this great talent

that all the apes possess,
of being able to...

- (DOOR OPENS)
- This is fun, isn't it?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Shelagh, I am so sorry.

There's absolutely no need to explain.
Honestly.

Here. I'll fetch you a tray.

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Actually...

Mum?

This is for you.

Ooh!

We hope you have a nice time.

You hardly seem to manage
five minutes in a room

together at the moment, so...

So we thought you both
deserve a night out.

That's so lovely of you.
Isn't it, Patrick?

It's incredibly touching.

Where on earth did you get
these tickets from?

BOTH: We won them.

SHELAGH: Really?

The heavy bleeding
made Mrs Calthorpe anaemic.

And that's why she collapsed.

That's terrible!

I feel like I've failed her.

So obvious now,
but I misread the signs completely.

I let vanity get in the way.

You are many things, Sister Frances,
but vain is not one of them.

Please don't dismiss vanity.
It's one of my most salient features.

I was looking for you earlier,
Sister Julienne.

I couldn't find the key
to the charity cupboard.

Some kind soul dropped off
a big bag of clothes.

I'm not surprised you couldn't find her.

She was with me.

Offering me succour.

I was being visited by discombobulation.

I'll fetch the bag.

If you are guilty in any way, Sister,
we all are.

We thought of Mrs Calthorpe
as a strong woman

for whom nothing was too much.

We were wrong.

I let personal insecurities
get in the way of clarity.

We are all capable of that.

Sometimes we have to admit
when we're wrong.

And sometimes...
we have to share the burden.

Oh, Sister Monica Joan!

Thank you!
This will make Mrs Calthorpe's day!

It's already made mine!

Ronald?

Your wife said I might find you here.

Have you been looking for me, Sister?

To say sorry.

I need to get a thicker skin.

And I could do with being
a little more sensitive.

Often come here.

Just have a little think.

Hmm, I suppose
it does have its charms.

My old dad used to bring me here
when I was about so high,

show me all the boats on the Thames.

Make up stories
about where they was going,

and who was on 'em.

He sounds wonderful.

He was.

He died when I was five.

Didn't make it
to the air-raid shelter in time.

My mum remarried after the war.

Bloke she met in the shelters.

A drunk.

He treated her something rotten.

And us.

I seen some things a kid shouldn't see.

He left so many marks.

But my real dad,
he left a mark in my heart.

I come here to feel near to him.

He was a good man.

Kind man.

I hope when I sit here that he'll show me
how to be a good dad too.

I want to leave a mark in the world
like he did.

You have more than made your mark,
young man.

You've brought a new human being
to Poplar.

And he is loved.

It's a fine achievement
if ever there was one.

Still feel sad when I sit here, though.

But what makes night within us...

...may leave stars.

Strictly speaking, we should be
tucking into schnitzel with noodles

followed by crisp apple strudel.

So much of that film chimed with me.

We'll have to get the long-player.

Did it with you?

The postulant giving it all up
for the man she loves?

Will always love?

I'm hardly Maria von Trapp.

I'd struggle to hit a top C.

I'm hardly a brooding sea captain
with seven children.

But I feel as if our love
is as solid as theirs,

even if we don't sing about it.

I remember
when you used to sing in chapel.

There was one time I'll never forget.

- Here you go.
- Ah!

- Thank you.
- Enjoy!

I'd had a particularly rotten day.

Stillbirth in Ontario Buildings.

I had to return some paperwork
to Nonnatus House.

When I was leaving, I heard compline.

I followed the sound,
found myself outside the chapel,

listening through the open door.

Such comfort in the beauty of it.

And your voice touched my soul.

It was like everyone else's melted away

and it was just you.

Oh, Patrick!

And...if I truly was like
Captain von Trapp,

I would seek out some edelweiss
and surprise you.

Not much likelihood of that.

It's an Austrian mountain flower -
not so easy to source in Poplar.

- We'll always have Columbia Road.
- We will.

Gosh, I could watch the whole thing
all over again!

- Ah!
- All right, sweetheart?

It's usually the other way round, this.

How are you doing, Grace?

I ain't used to all this bed rest.

Aww. Thanks for bringing him in, Sister.

- Oh, what a lovely surprise.
- And here's another.

- Oh, look!
- (ALBERT LAUGHS)

I don't think this is from you,
Albert Calthorpe!

Oh, don't you, now?

I can't stop here all week, though,
Sister.

My neighbour's looking in on my old mum,
and this one here

can't cope with her dad. Sorry, Albert.

Well, then, thank goodness
for the welfare state.

- What do you mean?
- I've secured

a place at a day centre for your mum,

I can get you assistance
with her laundry

from the incontinence service.

Also, a home help for yourself.

- Me?
- Round the house.

Albert, you need to pull your weight,
I'm afraid.

From now on, I'm training you up
to do your own injections.

- But only till she's out, eh?
- And after.

It'll allow Grace some time for herself,

to do some things
for her own enjoyment.

And it'll give you both
precious time together.

Blimey, Sister!
Someone means business!

And I'm afraid it's time for you
to move back home with your husband

and look after yourself
and your children for a change.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

He ain't like the other men round here.

He ain't never raised a fist to me.

Only has a drink on high days
and holidays.

He's my everything, Sister.

Don't want him to be.

Can't help it.

He just is.

You all right, girl?

Thank you.

Thank you.

PATRICK: Small and white,
clean and bright.

They were the nearest thing
to edelweiss I could find.

They're beautiful.

MATURE JENNIFER WORTH:
The wise will always learn.

The generous will always find
they have more to give.

(CHUCKLES)

Thus we cross the threshold
into freedom, into progress,

into embracing all that's new.

Oh!

Hello! Hello, Steven!

(ALL LAUGH)

We've got to go.

- We're going to the pictures.
- Oh, yes!

Enjoy.

The world shifts around us
and we shape ourselves to fit.

Imperfect and beautiful...

...wounded and thriving...

..delicate, invincible,

forever moving on.

Time is not the tide.

It moves in only one direction.

Go forth with courage and in hope.

Change is not loss.

We must run with it, dance with it...

- (CHEERING)
- ...give it all we have.

- Good afternoon, Miss Higgins!
- You weren't expected until tomorrow.

I've heard you sometimes give people
castor oil to bring it on.

Only if they're very overdue.

TIMOTHY:
There were a few telephone calls.

One of them was from
the Hong Kong Adoption Project.

You can bump into me
whenever you like.

- You don't have time?
- No.

Because I'm always working.

Three completely healthy pregnancies.

Has something happened?