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MATURE JENNIFER:
When autumn starts to dampen into winter,

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

Should we thrust our hands
into our pockets and anticipate the chill?

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

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

- Anyone care to join me in a cuppa?
- I'd love to,

- but I've got a bus to catch.
- Moi aussi, I'm afraid.

I've got six minutes.

You couldn't just pop those fairy cakes
in that tin for me, could you?

They're for my grandma.

Have you got far to go...to see her?

No, not really.

What are you going to do this afternoon,
Kevin?

I'm on call.

So with a bit of luck,
I'll get to watch the sport...

...with Nurse Crane
if there's any wrestling on.

- Ssh!
- Kevin!

(WHISPERS) No-one's supposed to know about
Nurse Crane and the wrestling.

All I'm saying, Mrs Bevan, is that if you
want to get the full bouffant effect

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

But I had my heart set on guipure lace
to match the edging on the sleeves.

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

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

Well, you'd better decide - and quickly.

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

I like this one.

It's too fitted, Petra.

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

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

(SIGHS) My nerves are like cat meat.

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

Have you thought of adding a chiffon cape?

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

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

Private rentals are like gold dust or
hen's teeth or rocking-horse droppings.

Everything's going to be perfect.

- Valerie Dyer visiting Elspeth Mary Dyer.
- She's in the hospital wing.

They told me I'd have privileges in here.

I was hoping to get my proper girdle back.

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

I'm acting up, aren't I?

That dressing gown's hanging off you.

It's the food in here.

I'll share them with Sandra.

She slit her wrists on Thursday.

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

(WRESTLING COMMENTARY ON TV)

Grown men!

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

Maybe you can knit them something.

Cheeky.

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

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

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

She was admitted with heartburn
and general malaise.

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

Do you sit with her during meals?

Might I remind you where we are?

This isn't a convalescent home
for gentlefolk.

Elsie will be returned
to her normal cell on Monday.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Come in.

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

Yes. Sorry I can't offer you a chair,
with things being as they are.

All this rebuilding and reorganisation
has a lot to answer for.

And a lot to offer, of course.

Oh, I'll have to take your word for that,

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

Yes - you have been notified?

By letter this morning, and I'd be obliged
if you might tell me why.

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

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

It hasn't declined yet.

And whilst the department is being
rebuilt, we have 30 extra clinic patients.

You're also under threat of demolition.

Until that happens,
Nonnatus House is efficient,

central to the district
and extremely well staffed and equipped.

There is, however,
the problem of your running costs.

We've only ever paid a peppercorn rent.

The Council have been very generous
in that regard.

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

No, I have not.

Ah.

That is most unfortunate.

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

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

Oh!

Now, do you reckon kingfisher
or navy blue?

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

I just wish we could pep him up a bit,

get him started on
some sort of proper life.

I think he needs a girlfriend, which
in turn requires more than a new jumper.

I think he just needs to concentrate
on his job.

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

We ought to send him

to that discotheque the junior doctors
are having at St Cuthbert's.

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

But how can you be expected

to pay the full commercial rent when
the Council have just halved the budget?

I asked him that.

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

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

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

It's not irrelevant to us.

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

You may have no choice.

What?

And that's it?

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

That is the situation
we find ourselves in.

And I fear we may have to accept it.

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

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

He's in the house clearance line,
so I'll have my pick of all the furniture.

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

Precious, are you absolutely sure
about your dates?

Dates?

The date of your last monthly period.

You'd be three months according to that,
but I'm making you nearer to four.

Oh...

Well, you're the expert.

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

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

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

Like a bird.

I like that.

Good afternoon.

Bernice Medlar?

I believe you usually attend
St Cuthbert's.

Yes, but I don't use the name Bernice
any more - people call me Bonnie.

We generally keep to formal terms
in clinic, Miss Medlar.

Valerie, I've just come from St Cuthbert's

and I saw your grandma being brought in
from the prison on a stretcher.

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

Do you have any discomfort in your bosoms?

No, I never had much to put in a bra
before, so I didn't bother.

Now they just seem to stand up
on their own.

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

Pregnancy is a positive state of health.

Have you been doing a lot of reading?

Yes.

And I just got an LP out of the library -
it's a sound recording of a woman

- giving birth.
- Hmm.

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

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

Or time at all, I'll warrant.

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

Snap.

They gave me a leaflet saying,
"Eat more liver."

I might give you one saying,
"Eat more eggs and spinach."

You're not anaemic.

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

Does your job keep you on your feet a lot?

I work in a record shop, have done ever
since I came to London.

And it's Miss.

I gathered that.

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

I do have a boyfriend, but we haven't got
around to getting the piece of paper yet.

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

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

Like that.

No, that's not it.

Since when were you the expert?

The nurse said it feels like
the brush of wings.

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

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

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

I don't need you spoiling me, Ada.

You concentrate on spoiling her.

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

I said to them I was only sick
when I was in the workroom

because it's not ventilated properly.

- Oh, Gran...
- (HANDCUFFS RATTLE)

Now...

...don't you go crying, my girl.

Not in all that eye black.

Gran, they've left your notes here.

I call that careless and inconsiderate.

You vomited blood in the workroom, Gran.

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

...you're acutely anaemic.

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

It says...

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

Oh, those doctors,
they don't know anything.

No.

They do.

And so do I.

MOTHER ON RECORDING:
I think there's one coming up now.

DOCTOR:
It's definitely starting up, is it?

- Yes.
- That's right.

- (MOTHER BREATHES CALMLY)
- That's right.

She isn't scared.

She isn't scared at all.

Can you hear her?

She knows she can do it.

I know I can do it.

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

Eddie?

Oh, Eddie!

Oh, it's kicking.

Put your hand on my stomach,
like you usually do.

Then swing from the elbows.

Left to right or right to left?

Do you think you might fare better

if you traded those Oxford things
for some plimsolls?

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

Nobody wears plimsolls to a discotheque.

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

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

Was he a meths drinker?

I'm sorry, mate.

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

(SIGHS)

I'm afraid surgery has concluded
for the morning.

- Is something amiss?
- Only at St Cuthbert's.

I've been under them so far, but yesterday
I had an appointment at the clinic

in the Institute, and I just want to be
looked after by you now.

What a resounding endorsement
of our practice.

I will, however, need the details on your
Co-op card as soon as is convenient.

Can I see the midwife with the curly perm?

Just to say hello.

She's on duty here today.

I shall take you through.

I have no intention of using this.

I had wondered about having it at home.

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

Fathers have attended births here too
before today.

All I would say is, men in the delivery
room are a lot like gas and air.

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

I won't.

Eddie was a Barnardo's boy.

He never had any family.

He doesn't let people in.

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

then he'll have to let it in, won't he?

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

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

Do you teach them?

Sister Hilda is at the helm,
and people have assured me

her voice is very soothing.

And they can let her out, just like that?

She's inside for doing illegal abortions.

As I understand it, your grandmother was
already under consideration for parole.

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

She was almost the oldest prisoner there
at 80.

80?!

She told me she was 75.

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

and the jail itself can't release
a wardress to sit with her

in St Cuthbert's for several weeks.

Is that how long she's got?

Just weeks?

I haven't seen her yet.

But I will, when she comes home.

Look, Dr Turner, she can't come home.

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

The landlord couldn't re-let it

cos the whole of Shadforth Buildings
has been condemned.

We will help you to clean it.

If she is to be discharged
into your care,

home might be the most comfortable place
for her.

What do you mean, discharged into my care?

Your grandmother has named you
as her next of kin

on all the Home Office documents.

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

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

I've tried.

I know.

But it will do those things anyway.

It will shelter and it will strengthen
and it will calm.

There's gonna be nothing left standing
soon.

Every landmark I ever knew
seems to be falling down.

I know.

She's going to need morphine.

We need to get it ordered
from the pharmacy.

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

And a new mattress and hopefully a pulley.
She'll need glycerine swabs for her mouth.

We can see to all of that.

We are going to nurse your grandmother.

You simply have to care for her.

I'm going to give you leave of absence
for as long as that journey takes.

It's a bacon sandwich.

You said the pigs die screaming.

Thought I would do something
that would make you happy.

If we don't take care of each other,

how are we going to take care of a child?

We need to start somewhere, don't we?

How about relaxation classes
for the other mums and dads-to-be?

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

- False alarm for Hilda Lettins.
- Oh.

Are you heading out for the evening?

Sister Julienne and I are going to beard
Councillor Buckle

in her den at her evening surgery,

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

Did you take any pethidine with you?

Only the usual.

You'd best put it straight back
in the cupboard.

We seem to be running low.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(SIGHS)

(SQUEALS)

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

The councillor is at her surgery, so
payment requested at your convenience.

The till is closed for the night.

- Can I please take a little peek?
- Oh, go on.

Oh!

Mum, this isn't it?

She's ordered pink.

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

Think of the waves coming into shore.

Small waves.

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

and what money there is has to be spent
where the need is greatest.

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

Apologies, Sister,
but if I may interject -

what are you meant to be grateful for?

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

They put the barest minimum
into their own coffers

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

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

so you needn't plead poverty
on their behalf.

If she spent less time
meddling in politics

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

I still don't think
we should interrupt her.

You are being married in white,
not shocking pink.

Small shallow waves licking at the sand

and looking like lace
on a pretty underslip.

The waves cannot harm you.

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

Drop those shoulders, drop them.

Just breathe like I do, Eddie.

Copy me.

There does seem to be a certain disquiet
regarding the fact

that you are a very visibly religious
organisation and it isn't thought to be

appropriate when there is money
being put towards contraceptive clinics

and venereal disease.

And think of the waves...

There's a panel meeting due.

I could see if they would agree
to you putting forward

a defence of your position.

(COMMOTION)

- ADA: Oi!
- EDDIE: Are you all right?

(ADA SHRIEKS)

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

Who is she?

Eddie?

Who are you?

His fiancée.

I'm pregnant.

So am I.

Oh!

- Careful!
- (HORN BEEPS)

Would it be deemed tactless
if I resume my class?

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

Two sugars.

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

- I'm worried about Eddie.
- You're worried about him?

He's scared, Nurse.

Scared of what he's done.

Scared of what I'll do.

And do you know what scares him most?

Hurting other people.

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

Clearly.

But I do know that.

Thank you for this, Fred.

Us East Enders, we stick together.

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

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

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

There was a rota for these stairs.

We did it turn and turn about.

It's all right, Gran.

FRED: And just catch your breath.

- Oh-oh!
- Oh!

Agh!

Absolutely filthy!

I'm going to take my brush to this.

Agh!

I have not had one wink of sleep
and I didn't even have my rollers in.

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

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

Or married to a man I'll never trust again
and possibly for no good reason.

How do you mean, for no good reason?

I've had some bleeding.

Oh, Dr McNulty, just the gentleman.

Please be advised

that we will be refreshing the rules
relating to the drug cupboard.

I usually set my bag up in Nonnatus House.

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

We will be synchronising our routines.

Please help me.

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

Doctor?

How much staining did you see
in your underclothes?

There was nothing on the toilet paper?

- It was like it had already stopped.
- (KNOCK ON DOOR)

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

I'm taking Petra to the maternity home,
so Doctor can put our minds at ease.

Will I have to stay here?

Will I not be able to have a home birth?

We'll just have to see how things go.

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

and we need to check your urine at regular
intervals in case anything goes awry.

But is it all right now?

Yes.

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

What have you done with this mattress?

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

That's a symptom of the cancer, Gran.

Dr Turner says you can have a spoonful
of liquid morphine whenever you need it.

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

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Elsie!

Auntie Flo.

I've, er, brought you a couple of trotters

and a vanilla slice.

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

It's time to stop laying the law down,
Else. You've got family

queueing up all over Poplar
wanting to see you.

I don't want anyone across this threshold

except my Val.

Come on.

The Board of Health have invited us
to address them

at their next committee meeting?

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

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

Oh!

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

No.

Someone else must speak,
and it cannot be one of the Sisters.

Well, then, might I suggest
that a petition is in order?

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

How long will it take you
to get it organised?

Because the meeting is in three days.

At three months plus, any miscarriage
would be traumatic and carry risks.

I wouldn't want to send her home.

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

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

The side room's free.

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

Slip your shoes back on.

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

No more hopping in and out of bed.

You ring the bell if you need to.

Oh, no.

What's she doing here?

This hasn't been properly managed at all.

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

as I'm sure it has with yours.

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

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

Miss Bevan has her own concerns
and her own requirements.

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

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

Oh, you thought you were.

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

I advise you both to concentrate
on keeping well

and to put your personal circumstances
to one side.

- Where's my girl?
- Oh!

Hello, love.

Agh!

Her blood pressure's slightly low,

otherwise her principal problem
at the present time is pain,

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

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

...this is my fault.

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

Valerie, we went to the police together.

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

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

You're loving her.

That's the only medicine she wants.

Oh!

(EXHALES)

(DOOR OPENS)

You're improving.

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

Where am I going to run to?

There's only her...

...and her.

There's only them.

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

I can remember my mum.

I can remember sitting
listening to the gramophone with her.

I thought that with Petra,
I could have that kind of life again,

and a home like that again,
with a gas fire and a record-player.

And what about Bonnie?

Bonnie - like nothing I've ever known
or seen.

And I realised there were other ways
of being happy,

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

Then events got ahead of themselves.

And I don't know what to do.

I think you've done enough
for one lifetime.

Those young women have minds and opinions
of their own,

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

You are going to have to wait
till they decide,

for the sake of the babies you've created.

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

...or two.

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

She won't have any visitors, Sister.

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

...and I suspect somewhat greater comfort.

(ELSIE MURMURS)

DR MCNULTY: Have you noticed any change?

She...vomited blood again this morning.

Any pain?

I reckon she's in agony.

I've written her up for the good stuff.

Please just take it away.

Even having it in the flat
will cause a fight.

She was here the night you were born.

I recollect her.

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

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

...unusually vivid,

as though it was a balm to her.

We know now why that might be...

...and we must let it pass...

...as she will.

Ladies on district duty,

I want a petition signature in exchange

for every ulcer bandage,
every insulin injection,

every dressing and every cold compress
applied to a case of piles.

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

Well, then we start knocking on doors!

A casual calculation suggests

we have well over 600 signatures.

I wish it wasn't just names.

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

People are so much more.

I heard footsteps and I knew it was you.

We're the only patients in here.

Shouldn't you be in bed too?

They said you had high blood pressure.

Oh, it's gone down.

The baby is wriggling nicely.

I'm sorry.

Listen, I grew up watching women

brawling in the street,
pulling their hair, ripping sleeves off

and it was always, always over a man.

Made them like savages,
less than they were.

I love Eddie.

I'm not going to fight you for him.

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

We already know the habit's

- persona non grata.
- (PHONE RINGS)

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

We aren't going there to represent
ourselves or the Order.

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

why the people of this borough
need our care.

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

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

Even the most emphatic tone of voice
on Earth isn't going

to make a mere petition
change their minds.

I'm swapping us round, Sister Hilda.

My little bohemian lady
seems to have gone into labour.

No.

Gran, you've been prescribed pethidine.

It is appropriate and it is necessary.

You do not have to be in pain.

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

Not from me.

Not from anybody.

- Oh, Gran.
- They just gritted their teeth,

and that's just what I'm doing now.
(WHEEZES)

(ICE-CREAM VAN JINGLES)

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

Money's in my purse.

No.

It's not blood money.

I earnt it in the prison workroom.

It's November.

(GROANS)

I don't want gas.

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

Bonnie, your body knows the way.

And you know that.

All is well.

(DOOR OPENS)

(BONNIE GROANS)

Is this what she wants?

She asked for you, Eddie.

I'm scared.

Why?

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

You can hear it in her voice,
and you're going to be just like her.

(BONNIE WAILS)

Are you ready?

(BONNIE WAILS)

EDDIE: Come on, girl. That's it.

Baby's head is resting in my hands now.

You'll know when to push again.

EDDIE: Just breathe. That's it. Good girl.

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

Not yet.

(BONNIE WAILS)

Come on. You can do this.

(BABY CRIES)

The ambulance is on its way.

I'm glad.

Cos I'm bleeding again.

(SOBS)

(BABY GURGLES)

Do you want to call her after your mum?

This is a new beginning.

Shouldn't give her an old name.

But your mum was called Daisy.

And I like that.

(GROANS)

Sister Monica Joan,
whatever are you doing?

A memory like a firework
exploded in my mind.

I have located the repository
of our past -

thus I remembered this.

Letters.

Of gratitude.

All from those we assisted
in their hour of need.

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

no matter how personal the message.

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

"Such correspondence belongs...

"...belongs to the community."

Therefore, the community
have preserved it.

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

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

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

And here is his answer.

(CHUCKLES)

(MUSIC OVER CONVERSATION)

The medicine - do I have to swallow that?

No, Gran.

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

Then I'll have some.

You have served your time, Gran.

There's only two things I want now.

A minister of religion.

- What?
- You heard.

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

And to see you
in your Nonnatus uniform again.

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

...than when I saw you wearing that.

Nurse Lucille Anderson, what can
I do for you so early in the morning?

I don't have a vehicle for you to fix,
but I do have a soul

that needs help on her last journey.

I'm in my overalls.

Should I run home and put a tie on?

I'll leave that to you.

You have good judgment, Cyril.

(BABY CRIES)

Dr McNulty, I'm afraid I am perplexed.

I've had a request
for a new prescription -

pethidine for Mrs Elsie Dyer.

Now, Nurse Anderson says

she's taken none thus far, but our records
show that you've prescribed it

for her on multiple occasions.

It's the records.

You need to check them.

(THUD)

Dr Turner!

Doctor, please!

We've done what we can in preparation.

It's time to leave.

Does anybody else feel really nervous?

(CHEERING)

(CHANTING)

I'll check his blood pressure.

Oh, lad.

What have you done?

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

I prefer to be addressed as Nurse Franklin
in a professional setting, but thank you.

Gentlemen, every year
you publish a health report

that runs to 80 or more pages

delineating every birth, every death,

every epidemic, every case of
notifiable illness in this borough,

but it is all numerical information.

No-one is ever named.

Nevertheless,
since the end of the First World War,

the order of St Raymond Nonnatus

has helped 117 women called Mary,

30 women called Agnes,

83 women called Rose or Roseanne
or Rosemary.

There have been dozens of Ediths,

and the list of surnames
invokes the globe.

Jones, Walker, Cohen, Xhang, Patel,

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

There will always be Smiths.

And every name in these ledgers
represents a life entire.

There are bus drivers and warehousemen

and teachers at work
in the East End today

because a Nonnatus midwife
knew how to unravel an umbilical cord

from around a newborn's neck

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

We know this
because their mothers wrote to us.

I suggest you read, mark, learn

and inwardly digest.

We know because their names
are in our records.

Babies are not statistics
at Nonnatus House.

We know when they are wanted or unwanted,

whether they are cherished or deprived.

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

We value every infant
and every mother equally.

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

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

In almost 30 years of annual reports,

you have never once mentioned

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

You have never once called us
by our name,

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

(WHISPERING)

Rent reduced.

Budget restored.

For 12 months.

I'm cold.

Have we got any money for the gas?

The gas is going full bore, Gran.

See if this warms you up a little.

ELSIE: Cold...

I'm honoured.

(ICE-CREAM VAN JINGLE)

Go and get yourself a 99.

No, Gran.

Go.

Go.

Do you want one?

Cyril, her breathing has changed.

What does that mean?

She won't wake up again.

It's all right, precious.

You rest, and let your body do its work.

CYRIL AND LUCILLE:

(DOOR OPENS)

I treated myself to a full 99.

What did they say at Nonnatus House?

There's a lot of distress.

Worry that the situation
could have endangered patients.

And concern for you.

I know I'll have to leave Poplar,

because I know what trust means.

But do you think I'll be struck off?

Kevin, there won't be any decision
until after you've spent time

in some sort of clinic,

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

(KEVIN LAUGHS SCORNFULLY)

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

- Baby Warren?
- And the meths drinker

dead in a dosshouse.

All the things I couldn't make better.

The world is full of fragile people,
Kevin.

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

Have you ever been broken?

Yes.

And I became a better doctor.

There's hope for me yet, then.

Right, this here.

2,000 feet, this will go up to.

Right, here.

- (FIREWORKS WHISTLE AND BANG)
- Oh!

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

I, for one, am not going to disabuse them.

Go on.

What you got there?

Toffee apples.

A Bonfire Night tradition, apparently.

Them set hard like concrete

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

You're a fine woman.

You are a fine man.

Thank you for coming to be with Mrs Dyer.

And thank you for letting me
see everything you are.

I love you, Nurse Anderson.

- Lost the baby, Mrs Buckle, so...
- Oh, I'm so sorry, Petra.

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

Come on, Reggie.

Time to go.

MATURE JENNIFER:
The seasons will always turn,

the clouds will gather
and the cold will come.

We will survive them.

We will grow, regardless of the weather.

We will know wonder
where there has been despair.

There will be happiness,
and we will remember it.

There will be friendships
which we won't forget.

Love is the constant

whereby we endure all winters
and all storms.

It is the climate
in which all things can thrive.

Reggie, come back!

(FIREWORKS WHISTLE AND BANG)

Welcome the darkness.

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

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

amongst the faces we love best,

each with our place,
each with our purpose,

as fixed and familiar
as the constellations.

The darkness is beautiful,

for how else can we shine?