All language subtitles for Call the Midwife S08E07 Episode 8.7.DVDRip.NonHI.en.BBC

Familiarity need
not breed contempt.

A new adventure
or a special dress

can render the mundane
bright, and the accustomed novel.

Sometimes, we simply see
each other through fresh eyes.

And there's joy in it.

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

You've been here
for over six months.

You should have delivered
numberless babies in that time

without any supervision.

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

One can never be sure
of everything in childbirth,

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

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

but they have a peerless
ability to surprise us.

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

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

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

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

I'm going to put
it there myself.

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

Well, we thought we
ought to make an effort.

Mrs. Turner's been planning
her canapes for weeks.

She's doing hard-boiled eggs

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

That all sounds very modern.

The Brook Advisory
Center's very modern,

and if a range of canapes helps to
rally support for a branch in our borough,

I happen to think
that's all to the good.

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

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

But of course, Sister.

I see someone's up
after their bedtime.

They insisted on
saying hello before bed.

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

Hello, young lady.

Have you gotten even
bigger since I saw you last?

In fact, you're all
positively gigantic!

I suggest you stop
feeding them immediately.

You might be right.

You can have a
handful of peanuts each

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

Violet, I am so pleased
that you could come.

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

all things considered.

Of course.

Can I tempt you
to a glass of wine?

Oh, just a small dry sherry, thank
you, as I'm on official business.

- Please.
- Thank you.

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

The central London branch
already gives access to contraception

and confidential advice
to anyone who requires it,

including, very importantly,
unmarried women.

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

They're the ones whose
lives are turned upside down

by unwanted pregnancies.

And unfortunately,

those women often
take desperate measures

when they find themselves
in that predicament.

How much would all this cost?

The Brook Foundation
would fund it at the outset.

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

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

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

we have to think about everyone -
men, women, children, handicapped.

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

and that can't be right.

Can it, Mother Mildred?

I have yet to form an opinion.

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

I mean information
and not canapes.

And so these swimmers
steady for the start

of this 100 meters freestyle.

And they're away beautifully.

An excellent start
there from McGregor,

the Falkirk Flyer
as he's known...

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

I've made one every
harvest festival since.

Certainly very intricate.

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

Then perhaps we should
prepare for busy times.

Oh!

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

Gold shall be your reword!

The finals of the
men's 100 meter swim.

This young man carries
Olympic hopes for our nation.

So far, gold has
evaded our British team.

But as he heads there,

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

And evades us yet again.

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

It'll have to suffice.

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

having your first solo
delivery before the week is out.

You sound very convinced.

I said a shilling,
not a half crown!

Babies come along
when they feel inclined.

We can only prepare,
we can never predict.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Jones.

Hello, would you
like to come with me?

Are those for Nurse Crane?

Yes.

Would you mind passing
this on to her as well?

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

I'll deliver them this evening.

I'm sure she'll appreciate that.

That came from your boots.

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

That's what it feels like.

Is this about last night?

I stood for the council
because I considered myself

to be one of life's
problem-solvers.

I'd agree with that.

I knew I'd be taking responsibility
for potholes and dicky streetlights,

but not the moral wellbeing
of the young women of Poplar.

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

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

Exactly.

- Mrs. Pugh?
- Mrs. Blakemore?

All right.

Oh.

Thank you. Sorry.

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

Not long, Mrs. Blakemore.

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

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

And you seem very calm about it.

I worried myself
silly over the first one,

my sisters didn't help.

Full of horror stories they
were about their babies,

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

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

Could hear me down
the docks, apparently!

Just come around this way.

The first few
months were a trial.

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

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

It must've been pretty lonely.

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

cos things were
getting a bit desperate.

And my Vince is not
at all domesticated,

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

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

He just takes their money.

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

Was there something
else, Mrs. Pugh?

It's my waterworks.

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

Anyway, it burns, and this
morning I noticed a smell,

like, down there.

And not a nice one.

It's probably nothing
to worry about,

but let's make absolutely sure.

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

This is a serious matter.

The pride of the
nation is at stake.

Is it?

The future will be upon us,

measured in
increments of four years.

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

Athletes must be ectomorphs.

Slender, and bred for
speed, like a whippet.

Elizabeth, these
children are not dogs.

Perhaps a little young to
be considering the Olympics.

Our Antipodean friends encourage
athleticism at a very young age,

and the Soviets
seemingly from conception.

Yes, but I'm not sure you should be
taking childcare advice from the gulags.

Let them play, Sister.

Stand by your beds.

They reckon it
could be any minute.

You better get
some dinner on, then.

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

Yes! Hey?

I'll go and do some
bread and butter.

Do you want some chips, love?

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

Oh.

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

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

I intend to.

I just simply don't know how.

Use your initiative!

Use your resources,
use Sister Julienne.

She knows more about
this district and its travails

than anyone else in this room.

Whilst I admire the enthusiasm
being shown for this project,

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

But you told Nurse Franklin
that she should listen

to opposing points of
view, and so should we.

May I leave the table
early, Mother Mildred?

My gran's expecting
me this evening.

Very nice.

Tell me, what do you think
your grandmother would have

thought of a
proposal like Brook?

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

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

She once told me
her first memory was

being held up to kiss
her mother in her coffin.

She'd died giving
birth to her ninth child.

And her second memory...

..was of her dad taking
his belt to her older sister,

who'd come home in the
family way and wasn't married.

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

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

And where we work, now.

Oh, Miss Higgins?

I wasn't expecting
visitors this evening.

Nurse Crane.

I trust you're well?

I understand my progress
is quite satisfactory.

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

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

Even Sergeant Woolf
has been enquiring.

Has he now?

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

It's a book of verses
by Patience Strong.

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

although knowing that so many
people have you in their thoughts

must be quite gladdening.

It is.

Thank you, Miss Higgins.

Oh, give over! You
make me crazy.

I thought you
were feeling better.

Yeah, I am.

I've even made
us a special dinner.

Corned beef pie.

Oh, you're spoiling me.

Then I thought we
might have an early night.

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

There's a couple of
tasty races on tonight.

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

I'll wait up.

It'll be late.

I'll wait up.

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

until Nurse Crane gets back.

Do we know when that might be?

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

Ah, Mother Mildred!

I was just enquiring
after Nurse Crane.

Wondering whether a
visit might be welcome.

- From whom?
- Well, from me.

Nurse Crane
requires complete rest.

I expect she'll receive
you when she returns.

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

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

undertaken in her absence.

I said complete rest.

She's a one-woman
Siegfried Line.

I'll make sure she gets it.

Thank you.

Ah, Nurse Franklin!

Can I help you with
anything, Dr. Turner?

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

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

Yes, of course.

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

You mean the clap?

Is it serious?

It's perfectly treatable,

but the problem is with how
the disease is contracted.

It's sexually transmitted.

Then your tests are wrong.

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

And I made him wait
till our wedding night.

He will also need to be tested.

What, Vince?

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

Right now, your
baby is our priority.

Gonorrhea can cause a
serious eye infection in newborns.

There is a risk of
permanent damage.

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

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

and start your treatment.

I don't understand.

Maybe I could help
you pack some things.

Evening, Doctor, Nurse.

Everything all right?

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

What is it?

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

That can't be right, can it?

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

Vince?

You all right, darling?

She hasn't started
already, has she?

Bit early.

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

It's lovely to see you, kid.

Brought you some clean things.

Good girl.

And this from Sergeant Woolf.

He seems very worried about you.

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

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

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

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

Haven't you heard?

Absence makes the
heart grow fonder.

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

and please don't panic.

Mrs. Eden is having
contractions in the street.

I'm first on call. On my way.

Meaning the next call is yours.

Yes, Sister, so I am aware.

You're more than ready.

I take it that this is
not your first infection?

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

I can assure you
that's not the case.

I will be treating
you with penicillin.

You need to abstain from
sexual contact until the infection

is completely gone or, at
the very least, use a sheath.

Understood.

I am eager to prevent the
infection spreading any further,

and whilst I appreciate that
speaking to someone with whom

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

No, it wasn't an affair!

I love my wife.

Whatever the nature
of the romantic liaison...

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

It was business.

I paid for it.

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

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

I will go home to
the mother house

when you're able to prove
yourself as a member of staff.

Nonnatus House,
midwife speaking.

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

Mrs. Constance
Blakemore, second baby,

no complications noted.

Just the job for you.

I hope so.

Well, chop chop, child!

Don't forget your most
essential instruments...

..courage and humility.

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

Can you manage, Sister?

I'm managing perfectly
well, thank you.

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

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

I thought we'd a
good time together.

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

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

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

I'll never do it again, I swear.

I love you, Heather.
Please speak to her!

Mr. Pugh, I'm
asking you to leave.

She's waiting for you.

Good, that's good.

I suppose I'd better go up.

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

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

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

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

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

You make yourself at home.

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

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

And ourselves.

We'll just play a
couple of games

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

What's this? Bribery
and corruption?

Bingo with my gran.

I'm just trying to
drum up some support.

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

That would explain
why Cyril is in the hall.

Already?

How do I look?

Too good for bingo.

So, what are you
doing tonight, Trix?

When the master of ceremonies
in the bingo hall calls out

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

Miss Anderson!

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

Thank you, Cyril.
You look very nice too.

You'll have to
excuse us now, Sister.

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

Oh, actually, we can't be late

because the cinema
is closed tonight.

I just walked past and there's a sign
up saying that a projector's broken.

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

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

No, I don't think so.

An evening replete
with delights awaits you,

should you choose to join
your companions at the bingo.

I hadn't thought of that.

We can wait for the
others and go with them.

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

I think he fears the
element of mathematics.

You are an engineer -
numbers should not daunt you.

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

Right, so that's done.

Um, next?

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

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

Yes, I suppose I am, really.

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

Oh, no need for that.

Mother Nature's
beaten you to it.

Oh!

Who's got room for
some raspberry ripple?

It's a good job I
bought two blocks.

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

We have had some news today.

Good news.

May is finally going to
be joining her new family.

When?

Soon.

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

And how's that good news?

Timothy, I know that
makes us all a little sad,

but we should be happy
that May is going to be with

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

She's already got a new home!

You knew that May
was only staying with us

until Mr. Tunnock
was feeling better.

So, what about that
raspberry-ripple ice cream?

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

Eyes down for your first
game, ladies... and gentlemen.

Starting with
buckle my shoe, 32.

Oh! Perfect.

She's a natural.

I think she just heard
the word shoe, Gran.

And now we have legs eleven.

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

What's wrong?

Oh, these chairs!

Hope's more forgiving.

I had to bring in a cushion.

And it's Burlington Bertie.

Is it your boil again?

- Shh!
- Number 30.

Eyes down.

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

They didn't even want a story.

Have you been called out?

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

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

Will we ever see her again?

May? I don't know.

That will depend on her
new family, I suppose.

But if they say we can?

Then of course we will.

Oh, Timothy!

Being a foster family is
about showing children

how a normal family life can be

until they move on to
their permanent families.

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

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

I just worry about Angela.

She won't understand.

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

Is there something wrong?

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

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

like with your son.

You're all right, love.

Can't you do whatever
you have to do?

Oh, here we go again!

Oh!

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

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

I don't catch your drift.

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

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

..God into him.

Well, I've already got that.

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

5 and 8, 58.

5 and 6...

Was she worth it?

76.

House!

House!

Beginner's luck!

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

and I'll have a ginger nut.

Oh, Gran.

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

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

True.

Winning the raffle
did add insult to injury.

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

My luck was in.

It has been for a
couple of weeks.

It'll be boiled in a minute.

There's biscuits in the tin.

I would have preferred
a slice of Madeira.

Oh, Gran!

Only joking.

You've got lovely friends...

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

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

Oh, if it'll make you happy.

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

Yeah. I wonder
who I got that from?!

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

I'm here in a
professional capacity.

I think it's best I come in.

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

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

It's not just round
the front this time.

Oh, my backside!

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

It's not the usual pain, either.

Oh, it's sharp!

I see.

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

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

on that thing to get it started.

So I do. Silly me!

Ooh!

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

and in the meantime...

Closed for business, I know.

And please think
about what I said.

There are ways
to protect yourself.

The customers
just won't wear 'em.

Sorry, love, not
working tonight.

Mr. Pugh, I think
we should talk!

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

Not until you understand how
damaging this behavior can be,

and not just to you.

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

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

Look, I didn't even mean to!

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

not with my Heather gone.

This is exactly the behavior that
caused your separation in the first place!

Don't you think I know that?

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

We have what's called a
compound presentation here.

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

which explains the pain

and why things are taking a
little bit longer than expected.

It's very unusual.

But you have seen it before?

I've read about them a lot,

but I've never
seen one in real life.

But don't worry, Mrs. Blakemore,

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

Let's not mess about,
love! You've got me this far.

A second pair of hands
will come in useful.

I think you're going to need a
little bit of extra help to get baby out.

It's not long now,
Mrs. Blakemore.

Little breaths again.

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

Here we go.

Push, push!

Here comes baby, gentle, gentle!

Here comes the little one. Oh,
Mrs. Blakemore! Here's baby.

A little girl!

Is she all right?
Have I hurt her?

She's absolutely perfect.

Well done, Mum!

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

Well done, you, Sister!

We don't need back-up.

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

Warmest congratulations,
Sister Frances.

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

You must be exhausted.
Come and sit down.

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

Oh!

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

Thank you.

Amen.

Time for your
injection, sweetie.

Back to bed, ladies!

Talk of the ward, am I?

Not at all.

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

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

Maybe it's just my turn.

Maybe I'm getting
what I deserve.

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

I thought I was doing
everything I was supposed to,

in the house and in bed.

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

when I wouldn't,
before we were married.

Obviously, I wasn't
worth the wait.

I wasn't worth anything at all,

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

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

I've had worse.

It's only a boil.

It's actually a cluster
of several boils,

commonly known as a carbuncle.

Even the name sounds horrible.

A course of antibiotics
ought to see it off,

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

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

by Staphylococcus aureus
or Streptococcus pyogenes

or anything else.

I'd rather tell people I
had something like that

than a carbuncle.

I like medical names
- they're more elegant.

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

and your hands
scrupulously clean.

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

when you have your
penicillin injection.

My Val can do all of that.

It's best you come here.

I need to make sure
you're behaving yourself!

Looking around.

Here she is!

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

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

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

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

Could sleep through
a hurricane, that one.

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

Mrs. Blakemore,
whatever is the matter?

I wish I knew.

Oh, no! Oh, not now!

Nurse!

I've never been one for tears.

Once I started, I couldn't stop.

I'm so tired.

I can't settle her.

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

But not as bruised as
you, Mrs. Blakemore.

Remember, you've had stitches.

You shouldn't even
have been out of bed.

It's time for everyone to leave.

Auntie Jean's
only just got here!

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

Connie loves
having her house full.

Then why is she
crying in the bedroom?

Now, please, everybody,

Connie needs to
be left in peace.

Thank you.

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

which is why we
brought you here,

where you and the baby
will get the best care.

What about Vince?

What about him, sweetie?

Do you think he should know?

That it's happening?

Only if it's what you want.

I don't know what I want.

We talked about what
today would be like,

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

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

How's Heather doing?

She's still at the
maternity home.

Um...

..would you see
that she gets these?

We take it in turn to buy 'em.

She likes the recipes.

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

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

The privilege is
all mine, Mrs. Dyer.

Did the doctor find out
what germ caused this?

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

We used to dread these
infections before antibiotics.

If they were picked up
by women after childbirth,

they would die.

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

Oh.

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

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

Valerie is an excellent midwife

and a thoroughly
nice young woman.

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

She's got both.

When she said about going
off to nursing, I said to myself,

"You watch her go, Else.

"She'll do everything
you never did."

Did you have
aspirations to be a nurse?

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

Being a nurse was
something ladies did.

Anyway, I left school at 12.

I'd never have had the learning.

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

- so if you would like to put on a shirt...
- No,

I'm the last thing she needs.
The last thing anybody needs.

You saw that for
yourself the other night.

What I saw is a
man who needs help.

It started when I was
on National Service.

They sent me to Berlin.

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

I was miserable.

I took it out on everyone else.

I kept getting in fights.

The next time I threw a punch,

it was going to be
the glasshouse for me.

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

let off some steam.

He took you to a brothel?

It worked.

I settled down
and I did my time.

But when I came home,

I couldn't stop.

Until I met Heather.

So what changed?

It started when
she got pregnant.

Self-destructive behavior
is not an unusual reaction

to high-stress situations.

Drink, gambling, narcotics, I've
seen them all used in that manner.

I think your visits to
prostitutes are the same.

I've everything a
man could want.

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

Becoming a father is wonderful,

but it's also the
biggest responsibility

you will ever have to shoulder.

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

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

Is he here?

He's right outside, Mrs. Pugh,

and that's where he'll stay,
unless you say otherwise.

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

That's good, Mrs. Pugh.

Now slow down a little.

Gently does it.

And just breathe for me.

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

That's it.

Now just another
push, Mrs. Pugh.

There we go.

A little girl.

Well done, sweetie.

How are her eyes?

Has she caught it from me?

Let's find out.

No obvious signs of infection.

I still think we
should start treatment.

Ssh.

Quick, it's the Ann Packer race.

Run, Miss Packer,

you are Artemis,
goddess of the chase.

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

Come on, Ann!

Nonnatus House,
midwife speaking.

Hello, I need to
speak to Nurse Dyer.

Tell her it's Auntie Flo.

Valerie!

It's your Aunt Flo,
it sounds urgent.

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

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

Your gran's here with me.

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

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

Hm. Perhaps I
should come with you.

She might just do it.

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

Yes!

Auntie Flo, what's happened?

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

It sounded urgent - we thought
you might need reinforcements.

You'd better get
upstairs. Go on!

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

What sort of help
does she need, Gran?

Help stopping the bleeding,
help cleaning her up.

Help if the baby comes away.

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

- Yes. It was...
- Gran.

Gran, has someone
been doing an abortion?

Yes.

Me.

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

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

You wanted towels.

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

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

Thank you.

Can you put some
gloves on, Nurse Dyer,

in case I need you to
prepare some ergometrine?

Sweetheart, can you
tell me your name?

It's Teresa.

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

I send them home to bed usually.

They lose it at night,
by the next day.

Move your knees apart for me.

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

We're going to sort this out.

I reckon there was already
something wrong with her.

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

Did you use instruments?

Yes.

Thank you.

Nurse Dyer, I need sterile pads

and I need you to
call for an ambulance.

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

It's why we sent for her.

You can and you will,

because if either Nurse Dyer or I have
to leave this poor girl's side to do it,

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

Yes.

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

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

is thinking about
anyone but you.

Oh, Mother Mildred,
can I help you?

I'm struggling with a
recalcitrant shoelace.

You may assist me, if you wish.

Is that your suitcase, Mother?

I arrived without fanfare,

I leave the same way.

But why now?

Remember what I told you, child.

Because now, I can.

Still no signs of infection.

But we will continue the drops

just to be on the safe side.

Infection's not always
obvious so soon after birth.

Is Vince still here?

He is. Would you
like to see him?

I don't know.

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

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

And neither should
you, Mrs. Pugh.

Maybe it would
help to talk about it.

And how are we
supposed to do that?

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

It's a service where
you and your husband

can discuss your
relationship with a counsellor -

someone who can help
you talk about what happened

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

And do you think Vince is ready?

I do.

I'm cold.

There will be another blanket
in the ambulance, sweetie.

It's Pullman service
all the way now.

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

Back stairs, if you'd oblige me.

Why did you send for me?

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

Well, you're in
worse trouble now!

What you did in
here was criminal.

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

Mrs. Pugh, may we?

Oh, my God, look at her.

She's perfect. She's perfect.

Heather, I'm sorry.

Please.

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

No more doing nights.

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

I'll have to stop
working at the dogs.

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

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

Oh, you won't, I promise.

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

He says it might help.

What, us? Talk about...

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

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

I'll do whatever it takes.

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

What are you all gawping at?

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

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

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

- You're family.
- Oh!

Even if you do forget
where you're from

and whose side
you ought to be on.

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

You haven't seen little
boys left motherless,

young women shaking with fever,

passing clots of rotten
matter into a toilet bowl.

You're in my way.

You haven't seen
patients crying in my clinic

because they're married now.

They're married and it's safe,

but they can't hang
onto a pregnancy

because they have
been so badly lacerated

by something someone like
you keeps in her sideboard drawer

or underneath her sink.

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

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

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

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

and a husband who
drinks a skinful every night.

I bet I can match you
tear for bloody tear!

And you know what, Nurse Dyer?

I send them home smiling.

You hurt people, Gran.

You hurt them. You
put things inside them,

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

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

Pay you to.

I don't charge as
much as others.

Most ask £10.

Even Guinness gives it
a whiff of Harley Street.

Oh.

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

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

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

You are covered in boils.

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

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

with your oven
full of banknotes.

£7 is what I charge.

And that's how much it matters.

Now do you believe me?

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

The police won't come
unless someone calls them.

People go to prison
for what you've done.

There's abortionists in
Holloway serving eight years.

I know.

And so Ann Packer
of Great Britain

receives the gold
medal for the 800...

We can never foretell

when our fortunes will turn

or when the story will change.

Sometimes, we see each
other through fresh eyes,

and there's no joy at all.

We see what was concealed

and what is shameful.

We see what is true.

And nothing familiar remains.

We're going to have to
report what happened.

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

I'm launching a
fundraising drive

and the first event is going
to be the Ballroom of Hope.

There's a new patient
for the district round.

They said that the
treatment hadn't worked.

Reggie's not himself.

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