All language subtitles for Call The Midwife.S3e08.eng

There we are.

Well done, Norma.
That's that bit done.

Oh, look at him, Norma.

When can Jim see him?

When I go down the Pig
and Gate and fetch him.

He'll not set foot for over
this threshold until we're done.

Isn't that right, Nurse?

Absolutely!

And then we'll be sending
that rotten old afterbirth

down the allotment with
your granddad, won't we?

Just the ticket for
his runner beans.

The arrival of new
life eclipses everything.

Won't we? Yeah.

When all goes well, the
room is filled with happiness

and all the pain that
went before is forgotten.

Where there was mystery,
there is knowledge,

where there was
fear, there is love.

Just need to have another
quick look at you, Norma.

That's bad.

It's not ideal, Mrs Tunnidge,
but we will manage this.

Norma? Stay with me, Norma.

Mrs Tunnidge, put baby in his
cot and keep him well wrapped up.

Could you pass me the kidney
dish with the syringe, please.

I'm going to give you an
injection to help stop the bleeding,

and then I'm going to
massage your tummy

to see if we can bring
on another contraction.

What's happening?

Part of the placenta
hasn't quite come away,

so we need to give it some help.

Could you ring a doctor,
and then an ambulance,

then we need some hot water
bottles, to keep her warm till they arrive.

Stay with me, Norma.

There's something coming away.

Good girl.

That's it.

Is it over?

I hope so.

Thanks, Nurse.

It's all right.

Oh, Nurse, you've got
something on your face.

I can't believe
what Mater's done.

She's only gone and
bally discharged herself!

She told the ward sister she
was checking into a private hotel,

and any mail should be forwarded
on to a place called Pinehurst Lodge.

So, it's business
as usual, really.

Excuse me, I must
change for work.

I have a long night ahead.

Hello, dear.

You've a choice for
your pudding tonight.

I tried my hand at
an apple charlotte.

Or there's cling peaches and
evap, if you want something lighter.

It's up to you.

I wish it was up to me.

Because if it was, I'd
say apple charlotte.

Mum's been in the kitchen
making it since you had your lunch.

We'll have that then.

Apple charlotte it is.

You've done wonderfully well

since arriving in the
parish, Mr Hereward.

The Men's Group meet
at my place once a week.

Numbers have grown, we're
gonna have to meet elsewhere.

Men's Group? Whatever
happens in a Men's Group?

Well, we discuss things
that are of interest to men.

This time, we're talking
about pregnancy and birth.

Oh! I think that
might perturb them.

Well if it does, it
shouldn't, surely?

Fear often comes from ignorance.

Mr Hereward, I
couldn't agree more.

I was actually hoping I might
get some of you on my side.

Dr Turner's offered to talk
us through the nuts and bolts,

but if one or two of the midwives came
along too, that would be even better.

And why is that?

Well, I thought that they could
put over the female point of view.

So much goes on behind
closed doors when a baby's born.

I tell you what goes on behind
closed doors, Mr Hereward,

a lot of hard work, that's what!

No point in men "discussing" it,

it's a time for women to
help women, and that is that.

I think most men would be a
much better support to their wives

if they at least had some
inkling of what was going on.

I'd be happy to come
along, Mr Hereward.

Thank you, Nurse Franklin.

Nurse Miller?

Oh. I'd absolutely
love to, but I'm on call.

What about you, Patsy?

Well, I have no objection.

As long as I'm back in time
for Two-Way Family Favourites.

Talks at the Parish Men's Group
are the thin end of the wedge.

If you hear a single remark
about men attending births,

you are to report
straight to me.

Yes, Sister.

The thing is, Nurse Mount,

there's only so many people
can fit in a delivery room.

And there is something special

about a woman being
supported by her mother.

The mother-daughter
bond is a very precious thing.

I deem Compline a place of
succour for a soul in disarray.

Though I must not press you to
join us, should you not desire it.

I rather suspect I do desire it.

I'm afraid I can't even think
of what to think just now.

A conundrum that
has ailed me much.

But in chapel, we need
not choose our thoughts.

The words are aligned,

like a rope for us to cling to.

How long ago did
your mother die?

I think that is not of
any consequence.

Dates, after all, are only
scratchings on a stone.

♪ Hear me, O Lord, for thy
loving kindness is comfortable

♪ Turn thee unto me according
to the multitude of thy mercies

♪ And hide not thy face from
thy Servant for I am in trouble

♪ O haste thee, and hear me

♪ Thou hast known my reproof,
my shame, and my dishonour ♪

Morning, love.

Cup of tea, and
into bed with this.

Once you've had some kip,
you're going to visit your mother.

Has she been in touch?

No. But I tracked her down.

It was Pinewood Villa,
not Pinehurst Lodge.

It's a private nursing home, and her
fees are being paid by a charity called

the League For
Distressed Gentlewomen.

A charity? She doesn't
need a charity, Peter.

What sort of place is it?

I draw your attention to the cup of
tea, hot-water bottle and kip routine.

Then you can go and find out.

Begging your pardon, Sister,
but it's Sister Monica Joan.

I will not be brought before
the superior for a reprimand.

I am in the Novitiate,
I am not in Formation!

- Oh, no.
- She's really bad, Sister.

I found her halfway up
the Commercial Road.

Sister, come inside
and warm yourself.

I don't know you!

Nor do I know what you are
about in Sister Ada's office.

Oh, my dear. This is
not Sister Ada's office.

Sister Ada is no longer with us.

Now then...

Don't you "Now then" me.

Thou art a peasant and a man!

And as such no quarter should
be given to you within these walls!

Should I go?

No, no.

Another man came once,
I deemed him a doctor,

though he did not say.

He asked me questions that I
refused to answer, lest I betray myself.

My mother

calls me stupid.

Stupid,

and too tall.

Fred, you'll find
the keys to the safe

in the top left hand
drawer of the chest.

You'll find a package in there marked,
"Property of Miss Antonia Keville".

- I know that name.
- Of course you do.

I have seen these before.

They were your mother's.

And when she died,
a long, long time ago,

she left them for you as a gift.

These were her pearls.

They are so cold.

I know it's your favourite
robe, the repair wasn't tricky.

Did you use silk thread?

No, rayon. I thought it
would be more durable.

Now, don't fall off the
bed with excitement,

but I brought you a
smidgeon of savoury mince.

It's only what we had last
night, but as I said to Peter,

"There's no harm in popping
some into a Tupperware."

What's Tupperware?

It keeps food fresh.

I wasn't sure what the
cuisine would be like.

It can be quite variable...

Well, it isn't variable here.

There's a baronet's
widow across the landing.

It's in everyone's interest
to keep up standards.

I'm still sure you'd be better
looked after in a hospital.

Where there's pain relief.

I brought you a
photograph of Freddie.

And one of Peter and
I, on our wedding day.

I thought they might look
nice on your bedside table.

I can't put that on display.

Why not?

You're not in white. And
he's wearing a lounge suit.

One last thing.

Peter sent you satsumas.

But if they don't meet
with your approval,

then you can pass them
on to the baronet's widow.

Sister Julienne says that
if you eat a good lunch,

she's happy for us to take care
of you, and won't send for Doctor.

He could serve no purpose now.

I have been reminded
that my mother is no more.

Her jewelry is very beautiful.

Our connection was
never affectionate,

and my call to the religious
life corrupted it completely.

Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you.

Mrs Minter, we're
about to begin.

I think perhaps if you could put your
cigarette out until we break for tea.

As you will have gathered, we're
going to be taking a close look

at our favourite piece
of Mozart tonight.

I know it's far and away the
strongest thing in our repertoire,

and for that very reason,
I've decided it will be our entry

at the Truscott Choral Festival
at St Dacorum's Church.

But that's only a
couple of weeks off.

I know because my husband's
a painter and decorator.

He's been brought in
to emulsion the chancel.

From the very beginning
please, Timothy.

Oh.

Can we help you?

Sorry, but this is the
Parish Men's Group.

We're having the health
education session here.

No you are not!

But it's all been planned.

I've everybody's name
written down on a list.

There's clearly been an error.

The choir has an
exclusive weekly booking,

and we aren't due
to finish until nine.

Again, please, Timothy.

♪ Ave

♪ Ave ♪

That would make
things go with a swing!

The nuns will be in Compline.

Oh, do hurry up. We're
falling behind schedule!

- Ring the doorbell. Nobody bites.
- I bite.

If people don't wipe their feet.

I'm going to read out all the names
on the list the Reverend gave me,

and I want you all to call out
"Present", so I can tick you off.

- Colin Warneck?
- Present.

- Walter Mills?
- Present.

- Vernon Parker?
- Present.

James Peachley?

James Peachley
and Tony Muirhead?

I think we may have lost
them to the Hand and Shears.

I'm sorry. I don't
believe you're on my list.

Should I be on a list?

It's a requirement.

Worth. Philip Worth.

Thank you. That all
seems to be in order.

Right.

Now, as you can see, I have
gone right back to square one.

This circle represents
the ova, or the female egg.

And this little chap here

is the male gamete,
or the sperm.

Sorry, Doctor T, I think
we've got a question.

Where do I go to get
the Milk of Magnesia?

What's the matter?
Aren't you well?

My cousin telephoned earlier,

she's expecting and she's
in agony with heartburn.

The midwife said she
could be given an antacid,

so I came to fetch it.

I just walked in
with everybody else.

Uh...

Follow me.

Oh, it's good you've
come back here, actually,

it's going to be a busy night.

I've just been called to
Mrs Boyle on Flitch Street.

- Oh, hello.
- Evening.

I just had to rescue this poor
chap from a terrifying ordeal.

Trial by the Parish Men's Group.

And Patsy.

Well, he looks like
he's lived to tell the tale.

There's no harm done.

One bottle of Milk of Magnesia.

Nurse Lee will see you out.

Heartburn can be
a rotten business.

Mind you, I've heard it means the
baby's going to have a lot of hair.

I've heard that said
where we come from.

Jeanette reckons
it's an old wives' tale.

Whereabouts in
Scotland are you from?

Edinburgh. I've just joined a
barrister's chambers at Lincoln's Inn.

Thank you.

Follow me.

There's a nip in the air today.

Are you sure you don't want me to
go to the cleaner's for your overcoat?

- I'm sure that...
- No. Uh...

I'll take a scarf.
It's only a mild frost.

Would you get the post?

I'm just trying to
show you that I care.

"Dr and Mrs P Turner."

Tim, go and wait in the car.

"After due consideration,
we are pleased to inform you

"that you have been
accepted as adoptive parents.

"We have every confidence that in
due course you will be able to offer

"an otherwise unwanted
child a very happy home."

They seem very
confident of that.

What?

The notion that we
have a happy home.

At the moment, I'm
not sure that we do.

This really is a beautiful
room, Mrs Heckford.

Oh, thank you.

I like to put my
stamp on a place.

My husband and I have had to
move around a lot because of his work.

And what does your husband do?

He's a marine engineer.

He's just been posted to
Gibraltar for three weeks.

Does that mean you'll be
alone when baby comes?

Well, I've got my
cousin in residence.

I daresay we can train him
to run errands and boil water.

Any port in a storm.

There won't be a storm.
You have a lovely home.

And it feels to me as though
baby's in the perfect position.

Nicely lined up for delivery.

- Is the head engaged?
- It is.

Have you been reading books?

I've always been a reader.

And a painter, too,
by the looks of it.

Oh, that's my wee cousin's.

He's currently inspired by
the music of Mussorgsky.

I love Mussorgsky.

I went to a concert of his music
at the Festival Hall last year.

I just wish he'd been inspired by
something a little more comprehensible.

- I like it.
- Excellent.

I will pass on the compliment.

Lady Browne! If you
could try and drink this.

Please, try and drink this...

- I can't rest!
- What's happening?

I beg your pardon!
Are you a relative?

My wife's her daughter. I'm...

I'm visiting on her behalf.

Is the doctor on his way?

He isn't expected
until this evening.

We aren't equipped to
cope with cases like this.

Lady Browne needs
to be in hospital.

And hospital's the one place
where she doesn't want to be.

Help me! Help...

- Ah!
- I'm sorry, your Ladyship.

- Where are we going?
- Home.

I can't believe
they let her out.

- What-ho, Mater.
- Lady Browne?

Lady Browne.

She's been sick. In
the wastepaper bin.

Well, better out than in.

I'll take it and give it a
swill with some Dettol.

I wanted her visited
three times a day

until a bed at the
London comes free.

If she can't get up the stairs,

she will have to be nursed
on the sofa in the meantime.

Yes, Doctor.

I will prescribe
morphine in liquid form,

for her to take when necessary.

I do know when
I'm being discussed.

- Mater. Doctor's only trying to help.
- She's right, Nurse.

Lady Browne, is there
anything you'd like to ask me?

Hmm.

Have a sip of
water, Lady Browne.

You don't have to
swallow, just wet your lips.

Mmm.

How long have I got?

Weeks.

- Many?
- No.

- Days?
- It's impossible to say.

I thought what was impossible to
say was the name of the disease.

People say
"inflammation of the liver."

Some people just
call it "The big C".

- Never its name.
- No.

Why?

Because it is the thing
that we fear the most.

Fear is a sentiment
I don't hold with.

Ask her.

So. Cancer.

The beast is named.

It's unlikely
we'll ever tame it.

We can get it
cornered. For a while.

Chummy? Will you help
me to organise some sheets?

Roger, over and out.

I can remember you sewing a
baby's nightdress in that chair.

Yes. It wasn't to be.

- What did you do with it?
- I gave it to Sister Julienne.

Someone else's
baby will have it now.

I... I should have told
you about my breakdown.

We started out in silence.

Not able to speak.

And after I dared to
write to you, I thought,

"Have I said too
much? Or not enough?"

If I didn't speak
of other things,

that was my
weakness, and my fault

and I can only beg
you to forgive me.

I won't forgive you, Patrick.

Because you did nothing wrong.

I didn't speak when
I should have done.

I didn't let you when
I should have done.

But we're speaking now.

Let that be the
thing that matters.

Sister Monica Joan, would you
like me to find your knitting bag?

I could help you wind
some wool, perhaps.

I find myself entirely
disinclined to knit.

There are enough
tangles already in my mind.

- That's not true.
- They are warm now.

And I fancy I detect my
mother's scent upon them.

Sweet violet...

mingled with Wright's Coal Tar.

The latter from my hands.

Oh!

I wish we had made
our peace sooner.

Your husband brought him down.

He's in the kitchen
making a cup of tea.

My husband does
have a name, Mater.

We're quite content with formal
terms. We have an arrangement.

And furthermore, I
have come to a decision.

Sister, I want to talk to
you about Lady Browne.

A doctor called Cicely Saunders
has been exploring new ways

of caring for people
who are terminally ill.

She's based at St Joseph's
Hospital in Hackney, isn't she?

It's a hospice, Sister.

She advocates a
different kind of nursing.

It's not like a hospital at all.

The patient's family are
as important as the patient.

Do you think we should
approach St Joseph's,

and see if there's a
bed for Lady Browne?

I tried, but the beds are full.

At least for now.

It's such a shame.

We should aim to give everyone
the chance of a good death.

Sister Julienne, would
you agree to let me care

for Lady Browne,
until she passes away?

I'd like to implement some of
the principles of hospice care.

You're a midwife, Nurse Lee.

You were trained to bring life into
the world, not to help it to depart.

But surely they're
both equally important?

I've lost count of the number
of babies I've delivered, Sister,

and this would be
something new for me.

It's something I
feel very inspired by.

I can see that. But if I were to
take you away from midwifery,

possibly for weeks, the mothers
and babies of the district would suffer.

But Lady Browne is suffering.
And Chummy is suffering.

As it happens, Nurse Noakes just
telephoned to say that Lady Browne

has chosen to stay at home
with her until the end comes.

We will support them, and
they will support one another.

Now. We have been asked
to take on some pupil midwives

from the London for a day or two,
whilst their clinic is reorganised.

I am putting you in charge
of the arrangements.

Cynthia, there's a
whole cake in this tin.

I haven't seen that the entire
time I've been at Nonnatus.

Sister Monica Joan's at Chummy's
all the time, looking after Lady Browne.

We've got extra
Horlicks to go with it, too.

When I went upstairs, all the
pupil midwives were asleep.

Set 'em up, Joe!

One commode. All
shipshape and Bristol fashion.

Right.

I think it will serve
well over there.

Perfect!

Would you like me to find
you a change of clothes?

You might feel more on top
of things in a pair of slacks.

I think not. I'm a
nurse, old bean.

This is my armour.

The Plaza Suite is
open for business.

You take your time, Lady
Browne. There's no rush.

Once I'm up...

I'm up. I suppose...

You'll have no
reason to come down.

We've got it all laid
on for you up there.

Come on. Stairway
To The Stars time.

The choir are absolutely note
perfect on Ave Verum Corpus.

It's the perfect choice
for the competition,

they could sing it
standing on their heads.

Might make it a
bit more interesting.

This one is just
addressed to you.

But it looks official.

Is it about the baby?

No. It's from the Festival.

The East Ham Singers are
doing Ave Verum Corpus.

No two choirs can sing the
same piece, and they entered first,

so we have to find another song!

- Great!
- By Saturday.

That's a lovely, steady heartbeat.
And baby's head's well down.

But I can't see any signs that
labour's under way just yet,

especially now those
twinges have petered out.

I know it sounds silly, but I
was kind of in the mood for it.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr Heckford.
You're back from Gibraltar!

Bless you, Nurse. This
is my cousin, Philip.

- Would you like a coffee?
- Yes, please.

Last time Nurse Lee was here,
she was admiring your painting.

Really?

Yes. I was.

And I win. Again.

This is a much better game than
Bridge. What did you say it was called?

Strip Jack Naked, your Ladyship.

You know, I shouldn't object

if you called me by
my Christian name.

Artemis?

Ghastly, isn't it?

Sir Rex used to call
me Arthur, sometimes.

I think it was on
account of my large feet.

I passed them on to Camilla.

Had you ever noticed?

Hmm. I love Camilla's feet.

Good.

I will not be defeated by this.

The choir have worked too hard.

If I find the right song,
they can sing it simply.

I won't need to rehearse
them too hard. Puff, please.

You can always
have one of your own.

No, because that would
make me a smoker.

Ah! Jim Reeves. Perfect.

You and Jim Reeves.

This might just be a
very appropriate choice.

I feel like the Princess

in The Princess and the Pea,

floating up on layer
upon layer of mattresses.

It's probably the morphine.

It's the pillows.

I used to have a manicure

once a week in Rajputan.

We had Nivea cream

sent over by diplomatic bag.

I wouldn't mind

a manicure today.

You don't want to bother
with all that fuss and nonsense.

Did I ever read you The
Princess and the Pea?

I'm not sure you did.

Perhaps I sent it to you,

at boarding school.

The post in India...

was abominable.

So much got lost...

on the way.

Mind the wet stairs now, Sister.

Don't want you
tripping over on 'em.

Out of my way. I am in search
of most particular accoutrements.

Oh, Nurse Franklin.

Such unseemly quantities
of intimate apparel!

Sister Monica Joan?

Instead of skulking
outside this chamber,

I suggest you enter
and offer me your aid.

Is this Nivea?

I don't know but I reckon
that's for putting on your face.

I need Nivea. And nail paint.

Oh!

Is that what you're looking for?

You are very slow to
see what is before you.

I think you should
consult an oculist.

I'm sorry to press-gang you
when you must be so busy.

But if we can't swell
the numbers of the choir,

I don't think the judges will even
entertain such a simple piece of music.

I think it's a terrific choice.

There's no reason why it has
to be a piece of classical music.

Quite. But we need more voices.

I want children, adults, the elderly,
all involved, and singing side by side.

I like the sound of that.

Hello. Back again,
like a bad penny.

Not at all. Jeanette
hoped it would be you.

M blank, G, N, I,
blank, blank, blank,

E, blank, blank, second word,

blank B, S, E, blank,
S, blank, O, blank.

Is it Magnificent Obsession?

Excellent! Full marks.

Philip! That was the last clue.

Now what we going to do?

You could eat some
of this toast I just made.

Oh...

Or maybe not.

I can't. I simply can't.

It's just too frivolous, when
there is so much else to do.

But there's almost
nothing else to do.

And little time.

I'm sorry, Sister,

but I can't...

I can't touch her.

Unless it's a nursing
matter, but even then...

I'm sorry. But it's true.

My mother and I did
not have a tactile union.

I did not regret it
when she was alive.

But now...

I think of Keats,
and how he cried,

"Touch has a memory.

"O say, love, say,
What can I do to kill it

"and be free?"

You've never done that before.

Oh, I have,

when you were very, very tiny.

I've been going at
it all night, Nurse.

This baby is never
going to come.

Jeanette.

Your contractions are
coming every five minutes,

steadily and surely.

Baby's coming
steadily and surely, too.

I don't want it to come
steadily and surely.

I want it now.

Or soon.

Let's set our hopes on "soon".

Soon seems very
reasonable to me.

The tide is turning.

Time to lay aside your uniform.

Today, you're her child.

I'm still a nurse.

I know what that sound means.

That's it.

Good.

Now stay calm, Jeanette. This
is a good, strong contraction.

It will help you, and
it will help your baby

make its way into the world.

I can't face
another night of this.

- Come on.
- I can't.

How long have I got?

I'm sorry, it's
impossible to say.

Tell me what to do.

Telephone Nonnatus
House, tell them,

I've had a lady with a very, very long
first stage and we need gas and air.

And a new midwife.

They're here.

Oh, look at you
two. Poor little chicks.

- Are you the father?
- He's the cousin.

Out.

Right, case notes, and
then get your mac on.

I'm not a betting woman,

but I'd wager five bob you
just need a bit of blood sugar.

I don't suppose you could
force down a Creamline Toffee?

No enema, I see!

And you wonder why
things have stalled.

I told Nurse Lee
I didn't want one.

Don't worry. You might just
find we've packed the wrong kit.

Off you pop. Get
a bit of shuteye.

Will you let me walk
you back to the convent?

I know my way.
I'd know it blindfold.

Nurse Lee, are you upset?

Erm...

I've delivered so many babies.

I've never once not managed.

Never once failed to
do what I was trained for.

If it was just tiredness, I'd know
tomorrow would be better but...

Please. Let me walk you back.

Thank you, but...

there's somewhere
I need to go first.

Put this on.

It's Mater's...

I love you.

The departure of life
eclipses everything.

When a death is good,

the room is filled with peace,

and all the pain that
went before it is forgotten.

Where there was mystery,
there is knowledge,

where there was
fear, there is love.

May I have
everybody's attention?

As you know, Timothy has had to go
back for his sheet music, which he forgot.

As soon as he arrives,

we will be catching the
bus to St Dacorum's church.

The fare will be
sixpence each way

but if anyone is in difficulties, will
they please talk to me or Mr Hereward.

At last!

I wondered what had kept you.

It was the adoption agency,
there was a phone call.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- You're welcome.

Patrick.

The adoption agency
have a baby girl.

They need us to
go straight there.

- Well, how much have they told you?
- Hardly anything.

Just that the mother
is only sixteen.

She was meant to be taking
the baby home with her,

but at the last minute her
parents have changed their minds.

- That's terrible.
- Tim.

That's why they want
a speedy settlement.

To spare further trauma
for those involved.

Mrs Turner shows
great faith in us.

I can't even get
them in a straight line.

- Oi, stop that!
- This is a community choir,

not a conga line at the
Hammersmith Palais.

And if you don't keep up,

my next weapon will
be the heel of my stiletto.

- Charming.
- Go on!

Baby Jones is at the far
end of the room, on the right.

There's a little felt
sunflower attached to her cot.

Perhaps Master Turner would
like to wait in the office with me.

Do you want to go in alone?

No, Patrick.

This is the closest I'm ever
going to get to giving birth.

And I want, and I need
you to be by my side.

What's she like?

Close your eyes.

Here's your mummy.

We have a daughter.

♪ May the good Lord
bless and keep you

♪ Whether near or far away

♪ May you find that long awaited

♪ Golden day today

♪ May your troubles
all be small ones

♪ And your
fortunes ten times ten

♪ May the good Lord
bless and keep you

♪ Till we meet again

♪ May you walk
with sunlight shining

♪ And a bluebird in every tree

♪ May there be a silver lining

♪ Back of every cloud you see

♪ Fill your dreams
with sweet tomorrows

♪ Never mind what
might have been

♪ May the good Lord
bless and keep you

♪ Till we meet again

♪ May the good Lord
bless and keep you

♪ Till we meet, till we meet

♪ Till we meet again ♪

- Goodbye!
- Congratulations.

Good night.

Shall I give the winner's trophy to
Mrs Turner, or would you like to?

I don't think
she'll even notice.

She's been given the
prize of a lifetime today.

The baby?

It's just such a
magical thought.

These souls, that
have never met,

being put together
for a lifetime.

That's quite a deep thought
for a Saturday evening.

Well, it might surprise
you to hear this,

but I'm quite a deep girl.

I know.

Why are we so low
on chloral hydrate?

It's a sedative, not a
pre-labour cocktail snack.

It should be
administered sparingly.

Sisters, and ladies.

Nurse Lee has some news for us.

I've handed my notice in.

Oh, I say.

I'm moving away
to take up a position

as a Staff Nurse at the
Marie Curie Hospital.

I want to work with the dying.

And a cancer hospital
seems as good a place as any.

Are you absolutely sure, Jenny?

Yes.

It's what I feel called to do.

Right, Philip Worth, good luck.

I...

You look lovely.

Go on.

- Thank you. Lovely.
- You're welcome.

Oh...

- Come in.
- Thank you.

I was leaving midwifery behind.

But Nonnatus House
was where my family lived.

And I would love it forever.

My time there had shaped me,
as it shaped every life it touched.

The nightdress!

- You kept it?
- For you.

For better times to come.

I would marry Philip Worth.

Though I did not know it then.

And we would have
two daughters of our own.

The young can't
see what lies ahead.

And perhaps, that is their
blessing and their sorrow.

I never lost touch
with the convent,

or the friends I found there.

Their story continued as did
my desire to tell the wider world.

See you!

For what is joy if it
goes unrecorded?

And what is love
if it is not shared?

Goodbye!

Stay safe! Goodbye!