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♪

Older Jenny: All doors
are opened at Christmas.

All desires are made known.

Children list them
in their letters.

Those older just make lists.

Oh.

That one.
That one.

Older Jenny: There is
always a goal to be reached,

a gift to be given,

something to seek out
or to purchase

or pursue.

Women: Almighty god,

give us grace that we may
cast away the works of darkness

and put upon us the armor of light

now in the time of
this mortal life...

[Click]

Older Jenny: We want so much.

We hope for so much happiness...

Woman: Looking good, Fred!
Sparkling.

Older Jenny: And there are
things that we must always do.

We need more "beanos."

The "beano" is better than the "dandy."

Oh, well, you write
that on your list,

because you are the comic advisor.

[Door bell jingles]

Fred: Ohh...

Any more thoughtsabout the turkeys?

This is a high-class news
agents and tobacconist, Fred buckle,

not a general stores with a
sideline dealing dodgy poultry.

But the turkeysain't dodgy.

I'm getting them froma
farmer in the countryside.

Nothing of uncertain provenance
is coming through that door.

You can flog them out of the
back of your Van if you so desire.

Close the door, Reggie love.
It's nippy out there.

[Door closes]

There's a polar bear.

How about that then, reg?
The circus is coming!

With a polar bear!

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Is there going tobe a parade?

Will it be passingby my shop, and when?

Is everythingall right in there?

Is something amiss?

The bathroom's been
occupiedfor absolutely ages.

It's either lucilleor sister Monica Joan.

No, sister Monica Joan went
straight to the parlor after chapel.

She's waiting for
"Dr. Who" to start.

[Knocking]Lucille!

Is it a touch of dicky tum?

I've seen a few cases of
the trots on the district rounds.

Lucille: I haven't got the trots!

[Sniffs]

I've had a new hairdo,
and I don't like it.

By the time Trixie'sgiven it the
once-overwith Valerie's teasing comb,

and a squirt of lacquer,
cyril will be eating outof your hand.

I've seen this time and time
again with a revised bouffant.

Trauma, followed by tears,

followed by a dawning conviction
that one had never looked better.

Trixie: Where are
Valerie's things?

She's only gone to
the maternity home.

Why on earth would she
take her heated rollers there?

Sister Julienne: Nurse
dyer begged for my discretion

and, indeed, my silence.

She came to me in
considerable distress

soon after her grandmother
had passed away,

asking to hand in her resignation.

Nurse Crane: But thepoor lass has
had oneheartbreak after the other.

She wasn't in aframe of
mind to makeany sort of decision.

Sister Julienne: She was not,
and I told her exactly that.

And where is she now?

At London airport.

Sister Hilda: Well,
she did rather look

as though a holiday
might perk her up.

Sister Julienne: She
refused leave of absence,

insisting that she
needed to keep busy,

so I have arranged for her to
go to hope clinic in South Africa.

Sister Monica Joan: In that case,
she has not left us.

She has merely been
transposed to another of our spheres.

How long is shegone for?

There's no way of telling.

I did not press for
any sort of promise.

Well... perhaps
she'll come back

when she runs out of hair lacquer.

Lucille: Why would she
do that, cyril?

Why would she just pack up
her home, her job,

her whole life and go running
away halfway across the world?

We did it.

We said good-bye to people.

We tell them
what was being planned.

Did Valerie have
no love for anyone?

Did she not know what
her running off would do?

I think she did

and she was afraidof causing pain.

People who arehurting like that,

they lash outor they hide away.

Valerie is my friend.

She mean a hundred things
to a hundred people,

not just me.

She would have liked my new hairdo.

What new hair?

I think it'svery fine indeed.

[Bell ringing]

♪

[Door opens]

Uhh!

Nurse Crane: You might onlysee a hemorrhage
like thisonce every Preston guild,

but you certainly
won't forget it in a hurry.

[Water sloshing in bucket]

Meanwhile, Mrs.
Turner'sjust arrived with a cake tin.

[Door opens]

Oh, Dr. Turner, the very gentleman.

It's all well and good,
the flying squad

racing in through those doors,

but when they race out again
without the mother's notes,

it's slightly less impressive.

Now, if you need myassistance,
my priceis a mince pie.

Shelagh: I've done a dozen with
flaky pastry tops, as an experiment.

And I'll take the notes to St.
cuthbert's maternity by hand.

Come on, Teddy.

Shelagh: And if youcould
make it clearthat the oversight

was on the part of the ambulance crew,
I'dbe grateful. Thank you.

Excuse me. Shelagh.

It's Gloria.
Gloria venables.

We were in here together when

you were having this
little fellow, I think?

Oh, Gloria!

You remember shelagh,
don't you, Tony?

We were in here together when, um,

well, when we both had problems.

Nice to see you.

I always wonderedhow you got on.

Oh, well, not too well at first.

I lost that one, as you know,

and then 3 more.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

I'm 38 weeks.

Did you have cervicalcerclage, Gloria?

They took the stitch out
last Friday.

I'm just here for a check up,

and then I'll be back
when I go into labor.

Do you remember what you
told me when wesaid good-bye?

"Next year or theyear after that ..."

Gloria: "...
it'll be a lovely sunny day

"and I'll be down the
market, pushing a pram.

"And somewhere
near the flower stall

I'll look
up and see you."

Pushing a pram.

"And we'll smile at each other

and pass
the time of day."

We've managed almostall of it,

except perhapsthe
sunshineand the flowers.

Good luck, Gloria.

So, we managed to
steala march on mother nature

by putting inthat stitch.

Now it's time tolet mother nature
call the shots.

Gloria: What if
something goes wrong?

Doctor: Goes wrong in what way?

Tony: Well, when it'sbeing
born or afterit's been born.

It's taken us a long
timeto get to this point.

Man: And at this point,

your wife is just thesame
as any other mother.

She's carried an
apparentlyhealthy baby to term.

And just likeany other mother,

she simply has to gohome and think

beautiful thoughtsuntil her time comes.

Gloria: I can't think beautiful thoughts,
Mr. Kenley.

I can only think of terrible,
terrifying things.

I really do urge youto take her home,
father.

When the day arrives,
you bring her back here,

hand her over, job done.

[Crying]
What does he mean

hand me over, job done?

I'll only just be starting.

Look...

We'll manage, I promise you.

No, you can't promise me anything,

and I don't know
any of those midwives.

I haven't seen the same one twice.

[Bell ringing]

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
have a quality street.

Fred: Oh, here they come! Here they come!

Oh! Here they are!

[Circus music playing]

Man: Roll up and book your
tickets for the Christmas show!

Ha ha ha!

Man: Get your tickets now!

[Dog barking]

[Horn honks]

Where's the polar bear?

[Whip cracks]

You can't put a priceon showmanship.

What are you doingstuck back there?
You'remissing all the details.

I'm not keen on clowns.

[Horn honks]

Hey hey!

Oh...

I hope we aren't going to regret

switching over to
theselloyd George cards.

They don't seem to
beparticularly capacious.

We have a lot of
chronicinvalids on our books,

not to mention
somenoteworthy hypochondriacs.

I recommend a single stout
elastic band for the chronic invalids,

two for the hypochondriacs.

[Door opens]Tony: Mrs. Turner.

Gloria, whatever's the matter?

Dr. Turner: The thing is, if you decide

to transferto our practice,

you can also switchyour
ante-natal care awayfrom St. cuthbert's

and be looked afterby our midwives.

Shelagh: You may still be
advised to choose hospital delivery,

but we'd care for you and the
baby once you come home, too.

Well, that would bebetter, wouldn't it?

Oh, much better.

Dr. Turner: Well, we always say,

the best care for anymother
is the careshe believes in.

And you've had so many losses,

it's no wonder your
faith has been shaken.

Gloria: Ah,
I never got further than 6 months before,

and they were all
born too soon to breathe.

Mr. Kenley said it better
not to think of them as babies.

Gloria: I don't like
to talk about it.

[Dog barking]

[Door bursts open]

[Collar jingling]

I'm afraid animals are not
permitted on these premises

for reasons of hygieneand peace of mind.

Armande is a
professional entertainer.

You can't treat him as
if he were just livestock.

Perhaps one of yourchildren
could remove him from the premises,

since you appear tohave several.

Woman: Only two
of them are mine.

Oh, 3, if you count this one.

[Armande barking]

[Bicycle bell dings]

Sister Monica Joan: It
is not centrally affixed.

I have an unerring eye
for median position.

Kindly oblige me,
sister, and descend.

Sister Monica Joan,
you are not going up that ladder.

Sister Frances,
it looks perfectly fine to me.

[Doorbell rings]

[Running footsteps]

I'll get it!

It'll be the postman.

Postman: Here you go, miss.

Thank you!

A portofino postmark. Ah!

And every year,
I pause to remind myself,

'cause I love my godmother
dearly for who she is,

and the lovely experiences
we've shared,

and not just because she sends me
a dress allowance every Christmas!

[Trixie gasps]

Trixie, have you had bad news?

She hasn't sent me
a dress allowance.

She's paid for me
to join a marriage bureau

so that I don't end up...
and I quote...

"on the shelf."

We have delivered babiesin
caravans before, mrs. Ellings.

How long is the circusgoing to be here?

Well we're meant to be
heading to Paris in the new year.

It may well end up with France
on its passport as its place of birth.

Were you bornsomewhere exotic?

Scunthorpe.

Well, that might be paradise,
as far as I know.

My dad never took the
circus back there again.

My mother died
when she was having me.

Oh, no. I'm sorry.

My dad goes into a panic
every time I fall pregnant,

in case the same
thing happens to me.

But you are doing verywell.
You can assurehim of that.

I do. Constantly.

And you've quitea trim tummy,
I have to say!

Well, I was doing 10 shows a
week up until two months ago.

I'm an aerialist. I spend
half my life on a trapeze.

I shall be vexed ifi hear of you
goinganywhere near a trapeze

until well after babyhas arrived.

Oh, you never know.
Might shake something loose.

Oh.

You're not on the shelf, Trixie.

You're just choosy.

Or men have been choosy.

It's not necessarily your fault.

Trixie: My godmother's
implyingthat it is my fault.

She's simply implying that you
need to take a fresh approach.

Some of us, when faced
with an obstacle in life,

make prayer our
primary port of call.

Others go to a rather
smart agency in Mayfair

and ask to be introduced
to some nice chaps!

[Sets teacup on table]

♪

She's written me offas a failure without
taking into account

any of myprofessional accomplishments

ormy personal achievements!

Do youknow what
she did for a living?

Croupier?

She was a hand model!

She usedto hold bottles of
hand creamand washing up liquid

in advertisements!

Sister Hilda: I'm
opening the petticoat tails.

I suspect we may need two each.

We can't eat the petticoat tails.

They've been put away
for Christmas.

Plll!

Sister Monica Joan!

We're about to have
some tea and shortbread!

Lucille:
Sister Monica Joan!

Ohh!
[Thud]

Sister Monica Joan: Ohh! Uhh!

[Crying]
Ohh!

Ohh!

Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Ohh!

Oh...

Oh! Oh!

Sister, how did you fall?

[Sister Monica joangroaning]

Did you loseconsciousness?

I only knowi don't know!

[Groaning]

We need pillowsand a blanket

and an ambulance!

I'm glad we went for the Navy.
It's much smarter.

And with those new specs,

no one can say that
you don't look the part.

You mean like a shopkeeper?

We need to be on
a much firmer footing

before we can take on an assistant.

Besides, you need to get
to know the paper trade.

We sold 3 "beanos" yesterday.

Oh! Now, you should take
a leaf out of Reggie's book.

I'd rather beat a circus.

I really want to seethe polar bear.

Violet: Oh, now it's a busy time of
year in the frozen waste, Reggie.

That bear is gonna be run off his feet,
same as me.

I better get back round the corner

because the elastic salesman
is coming at half-past.

[Door bell jingles]

Right.

The minute that clock
hits dinnertime,

we are going down to the big top

to see if they need
any papers delivered.

And I believe the appropriate
term for such an exercise

is "market research."

Sister Monica Joan: No!
I require no assistance.

[Groaning]

We'll have to lift her.

I'm sorry. We cannotrule out
the possibilityof a broken hip.

The patient can onlybe
moved with thegreatest of care.

Sister, I think there might be a
Thomas' splint in the storeroom.

Good.

Sister Frances: I've brought the gas.
Come on, sister.

I'll show you what to do.

[Click]

♪

Sister Monica Joan:
Ohh!

I will not leave her.

Only god knowswhat he has now begun

or where he might end it.

I'm going to see a tiger.

♪

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Mrs. Ellings: Watch where you're walking,
sweetheart.

The horses have just come past.

Can I help you?

Fred buckle of the
buckle's newsagent

and tobacconist, wick street.

I'm jacquetta percival.

Ellings is my married name,
but this is our family business.

Fred: Well,
my young colleague and I were wondering

if you might be in need
of a daily delivery.

Not half! I'll have the "mirror" and 20
"henley" tipped, Monday to Saturday

and the "news of the world"
on a Sunday morning.

No one ever delivers
to caravan dwellers!

We aim to please, don't we, Reggie?

Hope you're gonna come
and see the show.

Where's the polar bear?

Oh. Snowy.

Oh, he's not been well.

He's gone to a convalescent
home in the north pole

till he feels better.

Oh.
Tell you what...

Why don't I ask the ringmaster

if he'll sign a souvenir photo?

And you can help me feed
the horses, if you like.

Fred: Would you
like that, Reggie?

Jacquetta:
Follow me.

Oh, dad! Dad.

♪

I would not objectto being served tea.

You aren't permitted anything

in case they decide that
you need an operation.

I've already spoken to
the doctor about your x-rays.

It is an unnaturalbusiness

to have one's innerframework
exposedto the casual observer.

The soul itselfmight be made visible.

He made no mention
of any spiritual discovery.

He did say that your
hips were both intact,

which is miraculous
in someone of your age.

You speak of me as
thoughi am an ancient crone

who cannot expect tosurvive a
simple stumbledown the stairs!

But you have sustained a nasty
double fracture of the lower leg

and broken both your
tibia and your fibula.

You will not, I fear,
be home in time for Christmas

or any time soon thereafter.

[Crash]

Jacquetta: That's right.
Keep your fingers straight

so that titania doesn't
getthem mixed up with the carrots.

Have you ever looked after horses?

I've looked aftera donkey.

Oh. Boys, why don't you
take Reggie round the back

and show him Pablo?

He does tricks.
You'll love him.

Boys: Come on, Reggie.
Come on.

[Sweeping broken glass]

I have nothing but compassion for
your pain and your incapacitation,

but after 60 years
in the religious life,

you're well-practiced
in forbearance.

You must draw upon that strength.

Or as my nannyused to say,

"what cannot be curedmust be endured."

And age cannot be cured.

It mauls andwithers one.

It rubs one out, day after day,

like an Indian rubberon
a faded pencil sketch.

We are supposed totolerate it,
and I cannot.

I'm tolerating it.

You are youngerthan me

in every facet of existence.

That does not mean that I am young.

I work, too, and it exhausts me.

I have people to serve,
and it humbles me.

I have nonnatus house to save,
and it scares me.

What can I do tolighten your burden,
sister?

Pray.

Pray that money can be found.

Pray that the council will relent.

Pray that this time next year,
we are still in poplar

and not putting up the
shutters at nonnatus house.

How, pray, can I pray here

in this den of din
and disinfectant?

[Broken glass clinking]

[Talking and laughingindistinctly]

Fred: Thanks for this,
Mr. Percival.

What's your lad's name?

Reggie.

If you could sign it
"from snowy" as well,

we'd be over the moon!

You are aware thatsnowy isn't really

at a convalescent homein Greenland?

I had an educated guess.

I keep him up there, second shelf down,

a bit of him anyway,

between the Whitaker'salmanac
and the russiandictionary.

I'd have put him inan urn, but the public
are more observant

than you give themcredit for.

And here,
he can still bein the midst of it.

Snowy was nevera backroom sort of act.

[Explosion]

[Shouting and screaming]

[Explosion]

Man: What was that? Man: Fire!

[Shouting]

[Horse nickers]

Man: Gas canister exploded.

It's by the caravans!

Evacuate the stables!

[Horse nickers]
Reggie? Reggie?

Reggie?

Has anyone seen my boy?

Reggie?

Reggie! you can't goany further!

We can't do nothing. Do you hear me?

They're ours, Kelvin, they're ours!

Where are the boys?

Nicky! Paul!
Fred: Reggie!

Jacquetta: Nicky! Kelvin: Where are you?

Reggie?

Jacquetta: Boys!

Paul!
Jacquetta: Nicky!

Reggie!

[Horse nickers]

Oh.

Oh!

I told them "stay calm."

Fred: Oh, Reggie!

I told themit would be all right.

And it is all right, reg.

It is.

Fred: Well done.

You missed grace, nurse Franklin.

As it happens, I missed it
because I was taking your advice.

I telephoned the marriage bureau

and spoke to a lady
called miss bathurst

and asked to be introduced
to some nice chaps.

Well, that's a bit
of an about turn.

Well, I decided it was the best chance
of restoring some normality to our lives.

There's nothing normalabout
asking a strange woman

to help you getacquainted
with strange men.

Lucille, everything is relative.

Nonnatus has barely escaped the ax.

Valerie's in South Africa,

sister Monica Joan's in hospital,

and Christmas dinner
looks set to be a washout.

That's not true.

Sister Hilda and iare organizing it.

I've been doingthe
invitationson my stencil set.

We shall be having 3 courses,
cheese and biscuits,

and the Turner children,
for those who deem

little faces around the table
to be a vital part of the proceedings.

Nevertheless, if I don't go
through with this dating game,

I will not get my dress allowance.

And if I have nothing
to wear, it really will be

the end of the world as we know it.

[Door bursts open]

Woman: Move it!
Come on!

[Laughing]

[Barking]

[Barking]

You can bunk down in thecab of the truck,
kel.

Us 3 will dosmashing in here.

I don't hold with theatrical
types in the general way.

They keep strange hours and
leave greasepaint on me pillowslips.

She takes her
greasepaintoff with cold cream,

and we pay cash.

Hot water's on
between 5:00 and 7:00,

and it's extra for the dog!

Mr. Percival, coughing: Is she in here?
Is she all right?

I'm more all rightthan you.

My daughter needs looking at
by a medical professional.

[Coughing]

Well, cough, Reggie.

[Coughs]

Sounds clear enough,
which is a miracle.

Reggie was a hero today.

Yeah, only because you
took him somewhere dangerous.

He could have come to
no end of grief.

Well, he can come
to grief anywhere.

Look at poor sister Monica Joan.

I've got her a lovely
bundle of magazines,

including "the
people's friend."

Reggie: She'd ratherhave a Mars bar.

[Fred and Violet chuckle]

Fred: Hey, Reggie,
would you rather have

a Mars bar or...

This.
Violet: What's that?

Respect.

Reggie did a man's job today.

He can have a man's drink on me.

[Chuckling]

Man: Good one. Ha ha!

[Deep coughing]

[Kids laughing]

Everything's exactlyas it ought to be,

in spite of thisafternoon's adventures.

Can you tell my dad that?

If that's himi can hear coughing,

I shall be telling himto
book in at the surgery.

It's the smoke or the smoking.

Now back underthose covers, please.

You've had a dayand a half of it.
You need rest.

Well, I always need rest, nurse.

Gotta get things straight.

We lost everything we had
in that caravan.

And what I've grabbed
from the store makes no sense.

The boys are dressed
like cherokee Indians,

and all I've got is this
selection of costumes,

none of which I can
currently get my leg in.

Can I see?

You can see if they're fit
to cut down to baby clothes.

Just look at that.

I could make outl'm
admiring the workmanship.

Ha ha ha!

There's somethingabout these
sequinsthat gives me goosebumps.

That's all in a day's work,
as far as I'm concerned.

Always has been.

[Sighs]

♪

You left your bag
in the clinical room.

Are you gonna meet a matchmaker
or running away from home?

I should never have
saidl'd be at Mayfair by 4:30.

It means I have to
gostraight from clinic,

wearing an outfit
thatrepresents my personality.

Why don't you wear your uniform?

I hardly think boiledwashable cotton

and a 3-ply cardiesum
up the essential moi, lucille.

I don't want you going in black.

You're looking for love,
not attending your own funeral!

Good afternoon, ladies.
Until further notice,

I'd like you to keep all
the St. cuthbert's ladies

logged and monitored
via a separate desk.

Is there a reason for that?

I'm conducting a review.

I also want every mother to fill
in one of these questionnaires,

which Mrs. Turner has typed up
and printed off on the roneo.

This must have
occurredprior to my arrival

at the surgery this morning.

I popped by and did it last night,

as requested by sister Julienne.

"Are you satisfied with the care

"you are receiving
from this clinic?

"1-extremely, 2 - fairly,

3-no."

I've also been asked to
place a suggestions box

in a prominent position.

Suggestions box.

The phrase that Springs to mind is

"never kick
a hornet's nest."

♪

Hello, doctor.

You've come tosee my dad.

I'm under orders from nurse Crane.

Mr. Percival: I have notsanctioned this!

I did not send for you,
and I do not requireyour services.

I've got a circus toget
back on its feetafter a fire!

Yeah.

And I amin excellent health.

And you are also being
extremely rude.

I can only apologize, doctor.

If he were one of my boys,

I'd give him a clip round the ear.

I do understand you're
busy, Mr. Percival.

I'm on a tight schedule myself.

And if you barged into
one of my clinics

in a top hat banging a drum,

I can't say that I'd
roll out the red carpet.

So how about we put
your daughter's mind at rest,

then we can both
get on with our day?

I'll do that.

Hello, Reggie.

Every living creaturehas
the capacity to entertain.

All that's requiredis the
ability to dosomething unexpected.

There's more to everything
alive than meets the eye.

Isn't there?

I don't know how you're doing this.

Doing what?

Managing to keep on working

with only one functioning lung

and another that's
slowly filling up with fluid,

not to mention the side
effects of the radiation treatment.

I manage so my
daughterdoesn't have to know.

How can you tell
aboutthe radiation treatment?

I can see the burns
across your back,

and I've diagnosed
enough lung cancer in my time.

There's something here now.

An enlarged lymph node.

It generally means that the
cancer is starting to spread.

Have you any ideahow long I've got?

I would rather talk about the
quality of the life that remains to you.

Over the next few months,
I can arrange for oxygen straightaway

along with pain relief.

And there's a procedure
you can have

which will drain this liquid off

and make you much more comfortable.

No operations.
No staying inhospital overnight.

Even I couldn'tfit my way around that.

You know the best thing you can do,

even now?

Give up smoking.

We're sponsored by
a cigarette firm.

We all smoke. I make them smoke.

Not that the clownsneed much persuading.

[Deep coughing]

How have you managed to
keep this from your daughter?

When I go for treatment,
I tell her I'm out

researching new acts.

[Birds chirping]

That's how I ended upwith these budgies.

And they're hopeless.

[Baby crying]

Nurse Crane:
Mrs. Meadows!

That reading's up, isn't it?

Shelagh: Only a little,

and I think that'sprobably
because you'refeeling anxious.

When I was having Teddy,
I couldn't sit still.

I once wrote a listof things
to doon a relaxation leaflet.

What sort of things?

Buy nappies. Wash nappies.

Dry, air, fold, and put away nappies.

Buy feeding brassiere.
Buy baby soap. Buy baby hairbrush.

Clean pram.
Oh, you know the sort of thing, I'm sure.

I'm not sure I do.

Oh, Gloria. Are you telling me

you've made no
preparationsfor this baby at all?

I prepared for the
first one and the second.

I ended up selling
everything through the small ads.

People would come to
the house to collect things.

The woman who came for the pram,

she already had a baby in her arms.

I don't want to talk about it.

You don't have to.
You're in our armsnow, Gloria.

And by Christmas,
you'll be holdinga baby of your own.

[Dog barking]

[Horse nickers]

You ought to begetting home.

You only came to dropmy
paper and my fags off.

I'll come back tomorrow.

If you want to.

I'll have a showto show you soon.

And snowy might come back?

He may well do.

Ha ha!

♪

Woman: Ah!

And daddy wasa bank manager.

City or provincial?

He was mostly posted
to the London outskirts.

Twickenham, principally.Provincial.

So, to summarize,
I am most favorably impressed

with your dress sense,
diction, poise, silhouette,

and general sense of Polish.

I do have certain reservationsregarding
your addressand your profession.

Would potential suitors
object to my living in poplar?

They may be bemusedby
you living in a convent,

especially as you
objectto drinking alcohol.

I object to being
expected to drink alcohol.

That isn't quite the same.

And if a gentleman isn't
content to meet over tea

and smoked salmon sandwiches,

then I'm afraid I don't
consider him to be a gentleman,

and therefore,
he shouldn't be on your books.

Sign here.

We will seewhat we can do.

[Clicks pen]

Lucille?

You usually call me nurse Anderson

when I'm in my uniform.

Are you onan urgent call?

Only a routine district round.

Our church is going tobe closed down.

Lucille: Mrs. Theodore's
been wanting to go live

with her son in dudleyfor some time.

But the church onlytakes
place in her house.

Her house isn'tthe church itself.

Not one person
in our whole congregation

has anything more
than a single room

or a tiny, shared flat to live in.

We have nowhere to go
and nowhere to grow either.

It hurts because
some of our congregation

have been here years,

and worship in a rented
house is all they have.

And they call me pastor.

It's only a courtesy title, but...

They mean it, cyril.

Just as you mean itwhen you preach.

What if I can't do it, Lucille?

What I fight island can't
lead them to a better place?

You used to think you couldn't preach,

but a way opened upfrom
your heart to thatmouth of yours.

A way will open upfor this, too,

if the almightyintends it.

I wish I could send
you to ask the almighty

what he's planning.

You'll get it straight out of him.

That's what you thinkof me, is it?

Bossy like a grandma?

Maybe. Maybe just
bossy like a nurse.

You know whatthis nurse says?
Hmm?

Next wage packet youget,
you buy yourself a pair of gloves.

You're in england now.

I don't want you turningup on
my district roundwith frostbite.

Man: Get your roastedchestnuts here!

Man: How much for a bag?

[People talking indistinctly]

Mrs.
Buckle has agreed to stay open later.

Will it just be us?

Just us, Mrs. Buckle, and this list.

Violet: I think you'll
dobest if I order you a dd...

Feeding-wise.

White or carnation beige?

I'll go for carnation beige.

Shelagh: I'd suggest
6of these little vests.

The interlock type will
bebest for a winter baby.

Will 6 be enough?

Well, some mothers do go
for the full dozen.

6, with 2 dozen napkins,

3 pairs of plastic pants,

and 6 of the brushedcotton nighties.

That's sleepwearand the
underneathscompletely taken care of.

Must we get everything all at once?

Shelagh: No, of course we don't.

We've got quite a lotdone for one day.

It's all so real all of a sudden.

Nurse Crane: I'm glad
you accepted the invitation

to Christmas dinner at nonnatus.

Oh, I'm sure it will bemost congenial,

as long as the mealitself
doesn't challengemy digestion.

There's always a proper family
atmosphere around the table, I Grant you,

but the smell of Turkey grease
does cling to the proceedings.

Even my individual nut roast

takes on a tang of the farmyard.

I shall bring liver salts

and remind myself thatwere I not there,

I'd be spending the dayalone
after attendingmorning service

at my spiritualist church.

Oh, it does ratherleach
any glisterfrom the day

waiting for ghoststo come
throughfrom the other side.

Do you know what I dread,

above and beyond
any item on the menu,

that sense that I'm the maiden aunt

perched on a chair
with a glass of Sherry

only invited out of kindness.

Indeed, and feigning delight

when presented
withanother box of bath cubes.

Oh, I could have built the great
wall of China out of bath cubes!

Ha ha ha ha!

Go on, Millicent.
If you could have anything you fancied

for your Christmas
dinner, what would it be?

I hardly dare tell you.
It's almost too disgraceful!

If I had my way, I'd
have a nice plain plate

of baked beans on toast

and a milk stout in a lady's glass.

I wouldn't havea savory course at all.

I'd go straightto the sweet,

and it would bea simply enormous
bowl of trifle

washed down witha Harvey wallbanger.

A Harvey what?

It's an orange-coloredcocktail
that tastes

somewhat of anise seed, generally
embellishedwith a small umbrella.

In 1926,
I had oneat a Charleston contest.

It's lingered inmy memory ever since.

"Leopold morries, 58.

"Solvent. Retired
actuarial scientist.

"A strong interest
in victorian taxidermy.

"Moderate pulmonary problems,
which are well-controlled

by medication in the main."

I shudder to think what decrepitude

those last 3 syllables imply.

Do you have any advice
to offer, cyril?

Hmm?

Uh, I think you area good-looking lady.

You'll be a foolto tie
yourself downto an old man

who'd rather lookat dead
animals thantake you dancing.

Ha ha!

I think we should just draw a line

under anyone called Leopold.

This one is called John.

He is a recently widowed
teacher with 3 little girls.

He isn't looking for romance.
He's looking for a nanny.

Sister Hilda, we're meant to be
working on the Christmas dinner plans.

Indeed we are.

Item number 6on the agenda...

pudding for the Turner children,

marshmallow snowmen...

the turners aren't coming.

Sister Hilda: What?
Mrs. Turner telephoned.

[Telephone ringing]Sister Hilda:
But we'llhave more empty chairs

around the festiveboard than people!

Trixie: I refer you to my
earlier remarks about a washout.

Oh!

[Ring]

This is nonnatus house.
I am afraid that I'm not a midwife.

What fresh cataclysm has befallen

that you are deployed
as a telephonist?

Sister Monica Joan,
you haven't managed to escape yet?

The infirmary authorities
have conspired against me.

I thought sister Juliennewas
coming to visit youthis evening.

She has departed, leaving
little in her wake

except a mound
of indifferent grapes

and a conversational desert.

Cyril: How about
lucilleand I come and see you

and bring some
tangerinesand a bit of black bun?

Sister Monica Joan:
If you so wish.

I have no objection,

but I advise that you
attend forthwith,

for I intend to be
discharged by Christmas.

Say good-bye, sister.

We've a procedure to attend to.

[Click]

[Footsteps approaching]

[Hangs up receiver]

What you doing with the telephone?

Nobody else wasgoing to answer it,

and it wassister Monica Joan.

[Telephone rings]

Nonnatus house.
You are speaking to a midwife.

Kelvin: Can somebody
come outand look at my wife?

She's upstairs at the black sail pub.

And tell them to bring
extra newspaper.

It's a brand-new mattress.

Timothy and I used to love
having our Christmas dinner

at nonnatus house.

They'd always let me
carry the pudding in.

Timothy: It would be nice
to go again, though.

Sort of for old times' sake.

We need to be doing things
for new time's sake, Timothy,

to honor the family we've
created and

the life we have now.

Besides, there was so much upset

with may's mother
last summer, it would be good

to remind her
how secure things are.

Two bicycles, all wrapped up

and ready to send
to father Christmas.

Angela: Mummy, can I come
for a drink of water?

Stay where you are.

Shelagh: Mummy's
goingto bring you one up.

I don't like the lookof
the turkeysat the butcher's.

We'll order oursfrom Fred buckle.

[Armande barks]
Oh.

[Boy growls]

Flo: It isn't just
any old mattress.

It's fully box sprung.

"Church times,""financial times,"

"tit-bits."

Nothing but the best.

Mr. Percival: We are not
leaving this room until I

am content you are giving
her the very best of care.

I shall be giving her
an enema in a minute,

which I beg to inform you
is not a spectator sport.

Kelvin: She hasn't eaten
since breakfast.

Should I nip out, fetch her
some pie and mash?

No banqueting in the delivery room.

And no fathers.

You'll round upthis family of yours

and get them fed, watered,
and out of your wife's way.

That includes you.

I'm her father, not the baby's.

Out, now!

Kelvin: Come, boys.
Out you go.

Nurse Crane:
Come on. Quick smart,

and no dogs.

[Whimpers]

And relax.

Nurse Crane: Just
becauseyou work in a circus

doesn't mean you
haveto give birth in one.

[Sighs]

It's not too late to add

the ichthyologist to the list.

I have an aversion
to fish, miss bathurst,

so no ichthyologists, thank you.

And no facial hair.

Meanwhile, I've
planned my accessories

to reflect multiple moods
as I deem appropriate:

Pearls for restraint,

a scarf for pizzazz,
and evening gloves

for a hint of sophistication.

What's the mink stole for?

Mink is mink.

There doesn't have
to be a reason for it.

Did I tell you oneof them was German?

I brought a dictionary, just in case.

[Moaning]

That's the ticket.

Make as little noise as you can.

Save all that energy for
when you want to push.

I don't yet.

I'm happy standing here,
just getting closer and closer.

Never had a mantelpiece
to lean on before.

Always lived in caravans.

Given birth in them, too.

[Sighs] I'm tired this time round,
though.

[Jacquetta sighs]

Oh. Oh, this is so nice.

And you're so lovely.
[Chuckles]

[Jacquetta moaning]

Male background singers:
♪ ba boom, ba boom

♪ ba boom, ba boom,
ba boom... ♪

Good evening. How are you?

♪ ...ba boom

♪ ba boom, ba boom,
ba boom ♪

Eartha kitt:
♪ Santa baby

♪ just slip a sable
under the tree ♪

♪ for me
♪ ba boom, ba boom

♪ been an awful good girl,
Santa baby ♪

♪ so hurry down
the chimney tonight ♪

Male: Background singers:
♪ b-b-b-boom...

Kitt: ♪ Santa baby

♪ a '54 convertible, too

♪ light blue
♪ ba boom, ba boom...

♪ I'll wait up for you,
dear Santa baby ♪

♪ so hurry down
the chimney tonight ♪

Ein... ein moment, ein moment.

You know, babies. Ein moment.

Kitt: ♪ think of all
babies.

♪ The fun I've missed ein moment. Ja.

♪ Think of all the fellas
that I haven't kissed ♪

Heh!
I understand thatyou're a private nurse.

♪ ...could be just as good

♪ if you'd check off
my Christmas list ♪

[Trixie sighs]

I'm not getting anywhere.

I'm just not.

Nonsense.

We're going to grabthat next pain

and ride itlike a wave.

Jacquetta, stay on your feet.

It's served you very well thus far,

but you were tired
when you started,

and you need all your energy

to push this baby out.

Let's get her semi-recumbent.

Come on. There's a good girl.

We can try the gasand air
again onceyou're a bit more comfy.

Feel like my arms and legs
are made of lead.

Ah, you don't need armsand
legs for a good, effective labor.

It's like I've got no strength.

[Breathing heavily]

[Moaning]

Ooh...
[Sobs]

Long, calm breaths now.

Ooh...
[Crying]

[Laughter and overlapping chatter]

[Coughing]

Ooh.

Her pulse is 130,
and her respiration's also very rapid.

Shall I send for doctor?

Tell him elective forceps,

but we do need him quickly.

Jacquetta: Ooh!

[Door closes]Sister Hilda: And tell him

we'll need more gas and air,
if he would be so kind.

[Laughter and chatter]

Give us a kiss, sister.

Put me out of me misery.

I shall put you over my
kneeif you don't let me pass.

[Raucous laughter]

What's the matter?

Ha ha ha ha!
Why does she need the doctor?

You're going to push,
but I'm going to pull.

The thing to remember, jacquetta,
is that baby's in a good position.

We just need a bit of
teamwork to help get him out.

You're onthe home straight now.

Ready withthe first blade...

And the second blade.

[Jacquetta groaning]
Push now.

Sister Hilda:
Come on, pet.

Push.

Nurse Crane: There's a...

[Jacquetta wailing]

Dr. Turner: Hmm. Try to keep
working with me, jacquetta.

No.keep trying to push.

I think she's had
a touch too much gas.

Jacquetta: Oh!

Contraction.
[Groaning]

Come on, lass.
You hang on to me.

[Wailing]

[Grunts]

Head.

[Jacquetta crying]

[Panting]

Oh.

[Groaning]

[Crying]

It's out.
Ow!

And we havesome meconium.

[Jacquetta whimpering]

Jacquetta: Is it
a boy or a girl?

It's a boy.

[Sighing]

[Clicking]

[Crying]

[All chuckling]

[Sighs]

[Crying continues]

[Laughs]

Bar patrons:
♪ away in a manger

♪ no crib for a bed

♪ the baby's been born

♪ and we're wetting
his head ♪

[All cheering]

[Distant chatter and laughter]

[Chuckling]

Any chance of a proper
circus christening this time...

out of a top hat in
the middle of the ring?

Nurse Crane: Is thatthe tradition?

As old as the big top itself.

Jacquetta:
You did it to me.

You're not doing it to my kids.

[Baby fusses]

All I ever wanted was peace,

quiet, a bay window,
and a privet hedge.

Perhaps you'll be so
kindas to locate baby's father

and inform himthat his son has arrived.

Promise me you won't
leave jacquetta alone.

[Hyperventilating]

Are you in pain, jacquetta?

[Jacquetta breathing heavily]

Your handsare cold, lass.

We're just going to lookyou over,
jacquetta,

and make surethat
everything isas it ought to be.

Check her pulse.

Pulse is up, 150.

You've had your orders, mr. Percival.

Out!

Sister Hilda: She's cyanosed.

Mr. Percival:
Her lips are going blue.

Orders revised. We need an ambulance.

Tell them we'vea newly delivered mother

who is havinga heart attack.

Sister Hilda: I thought
she was hemorrhaging.

Nurse Crane: Run!
[Baby crying]

[Door closes]

Sister Hilda: Pulse up again.

It's all right.
He's fine.

[Panting]

No!
[Whimpers]

Get her sitting up.

Quick!

♪

Nurse Crane:
Jacquetta, lass.

Sister Hilda: She's fading.

Your work's not done.

Listen.

Baby needs you, jacquetta.

Listen. that's your little boy.

[Crying continues]

Hold.

Yes.

He's coming, lass.

Hang on. He's just coming.

[Crying continues]

Hey...
[Crying stops]

Here's your baby.

That's it, lass.

You take your strengthfrom him.

[Telephone ringing]

[Line beeps]

Mrs. Turner,
it's my Gloria.

She's not doing so well.

Well, she won't stop
crying, Mrs. Turner.

I don't know what to do.

Firstly, you must call me shelagh,

and secondly, your
timing's perfect.

My husband's just come home.

[Overlapping chatter]

Hubby's meeting us
at St. cuthbert's.

You sure you don't
want to go with her?

She's in the bestof hands,

and there's somebody
elsethat needs some looking after.

Dr. Turner: Everything is
completely normal.

But I'm not having it yet?

There's no change in
yourcervix to indicate labor.

Gloria: It says "incompetent cervix"
in all my notes. You've seen them.

Dr. Turner:
Yes, I have.

What we're going to do is this:

Keep you in here
with regular checks

from our midwives
until you go into labor.

Are you awake?

An inquiry that cannot be
answered in the negative.

I have my breviary

and thought we might
saycompline together.

I would rather you read from the
Christmas edition of the "radio times."

But you don't havea television in here.

There is a television in
the parlor at nonnatus house.

Sister...

I'm not going to give
youfalse encouragement.

You're going to bein
hospital for a number of weeks.

Quite apartfrom anything else,
you're not going to be

able to manage stairsfor months to come.

[Inhales sharply]

Do you need to ringfor a bedpan?

I would have thought
of it an indignity once.

Now I should embrace it
with good grace.

A catheter? Oh, you poor pet.

It tethers me more than
the cast upon my leg.

[Sobs]

I am as racked and
pinioned as a game bird,

and no matter how I rail,
I cannot take flight.

Oh.

[Dog barking, distant horse neighs]

[Inhales deeply]

Jacquetta's whereshe needs to be,

with doctorswho can help her.

You concentrate on
yourown well-being for a moment.

I keep thinking...

Is it my fault?

Did I work her too hard?

Did I force her to live
a life that's killing her

because I loved it?

In my line of work, mr. Percival,

I meet a very widevariety of people,

and they have a verywide
variety of aspirations.

There's no one dreamthat suits us all.

Oh, I don't hold with dreams.

They get in the way of action.

Be that as it may, mr. Percival,

dreams can belovely things to have.

Jacquetta wantsher own mantelpiece.

I would have relisheda
life on the high wire.

There are so many
thingsthat must feel like flying.

I once tried to work snowy
into the high wire act.

He wouldn't cooperate.

More fool, snowy.
That's all I have to say.

Come on, beforethat oxygen wonders

what it's done to offend.

[Sighs, inhales deeply]

[Sighs]

Oh, will you just look at that?

I've spent my whole
lifemaking people gasp,

making magic, and thenmother nature goes

and stealsa march on me.

It was the big top I was admiring,

not the snow, and I'd be obliged

if you didn't tell me
how you make the magic.

It might interfere with
my imaginative process.

Well, we can't have that.

Imagination isn't
generally associated

with a demeanor like
mine, but I rather

enjoy my occasional
forays into fantasy.

I find I can give the real
world such a buffing up.

You want to see me on
that trapeze in my mind's eye.

I'm 35 years younger,

slim as a rail, and I've got legs

as long and flexible as ribbons.

In my mind's eye, I'm charlton heston

in "the greatest showon earth."

Ah. Ha ha ha ha!

[Chuckles]

Go on, get inside before
you catch your death.

Oh.

[Engine turns over]

[Yawns]

What are you doing outof bed, Mrs.
Venables?

It's the middle of winter.
You need your slippers on.

I've started having pains.

[Sighs]

Mr. Kenley: Ah,
Mrs. Jacquetta ellings.

Elective forceps delivery
by g.P., followed

by collapse and probable
acute cardiac arrhythmia.

Any suggestions?

Mr. Greenhill?

Hypervolemic shock, sir?

Did I say at any point that the
mother had suffered a hemorrhage?

No, sir.

Peripartum cardiomyopathy,

or heart failure.

It can develop late in pregnancy

or in the weeks
immediately afterwards.

Heart failure?

No cause for alarm.

You've lived to tell the tale.

But m-my mother died

while she was having me.

Do you think that might
bewhat happened to her?

Best not to start fretting
over ancient histories.

Proper medication
and continued rest

will rectify this problem, and

of course, no more of these babies.

We'll get you fitted with a Dutch cap.
[Pats bed]

And off we go, gentlemen.

[Groaning]

Shelagh: That's it,
try to justbreathe the pain away.

She's been going on like this for hours.
Can't you give her gas?

The gas and air
machineis in the delivery room,

and I'd rather wait untilyour
labor's more advanced.

Sister Frances:
Knock, knock.

Here we are... hot, sweet,

and with a bourbonin the saucer.

Oh, can't he take it out
into the corridor?

It's not for him. It's for you.

Ohh!
Shelagh: I'm quite sure

there's another in the pot.

[Gloria sighs]

[Sets down tray]

[Ringing bell]
Get your Christmas turkeys!

Oven-ready turkeys!

I'll pick up
Christmas Eve afternoon!

And a complimentarychristmas pud

while stocks last!

Hello, doc. What can I do for you?

I am under instructions to
order a Turkey big enough

to feed six hot
with all the trimmings,

plus sandwiches
at teatime and enough

for a fricassee on boxing day.

That'll be a large, then.

Take a freechristmas pudding.

But, in fact, take two'cause
that one looksa bit dented.

[Grunts]

Are you... are you not
comingto nonnatus house, then?

Not this year.

It's just going to be us, at home.

Everyone will really miss the kiddies.

Well, if that'swhat you want.

I've always been a bit
"the more the merrier," Fred.

Well, you leavethis with me.

[Chuckles]

Shelagh...[sighs]

We had a laugh when wewere in St.
cuthbert's, didn't we?

Yes, we did.

I'm havingto remind myself.

Why?

So that I can remind you.

So you don't think that I've
always beenthis miserable so and so

who can't churna smile out
when basicgood manners call for one.

You're about to have a baby.

I'd advise you to forget
about basic good manners.

And I don't think you're
a miserable so and so.

I think you're someone
whose strength

has been tested too many times,

and having to be brave
can make us so afraid.

Were you afraidwhen you had Teddy?

Sister Julienne delivered him,

so I had a friend
with me, just like you.

So then whyam I so stuck?

Why can't imake this happen?

Oh, nurse Crane.

A Mr. Percival just
telephoned from the circus.

He asked if you might
call in and see him today.

Me personally?

I imaginehe's having
troublewith his oxygen supply.

I'll squeeze him intomy
rounds this afternoon.

I was at the desk, looking

for the London
directory of clinics.

It's mostly a listof private facilities.

Oh!

Seek and ye shall find.

[Footsteps fade]

Hmm.

[Footsteps approach]

Gloria is fractionallymore dilated.

We could move her in herenow,
but it's a bit

of a bleak environmentif
she's in for a long haul.

I think there's something
Gloria isn't letting in,

something she can't address

or accept or admit.

And if I'm right,
I don't know if I can bear it.

Oh. Heh!

Hey, hey!
Ho ho!

Oy!

[Giggles]

Police clown: I've got you.

Mr. Percival'sin his office.

Reggie, what are you doing here?

Working.

Oh, I like the lad.

He makes a decent cup of tea.

Sometimes, in the middle of winter,
that's all that's required.

Mr. Percival, I wasunder the impression

that you needed to see
mebecause you were unwell.

Lights, if you please!

[Fanfare playing]

I thought you werestarting boxing day.

Nadia, if you could take the
lady to backstage, as we discussed.

[Distant circus music playing]

[Sets down spoon]

[Gasps]

[Gasps]

Oh.

"Snowy."

"R.i.p."

♪

Madame.

♪

I pride myself on always
being game for an adventure.

This isn't a mereadventure, nurse Crane.

This is the substance of dreams.

All you have to do is trust me,

and for the rest of your days,

you'll know what it is to fly.

♪

[Giggles]

Ah.

[Laughing]

♪

Whee!

Nurse Crane: Ah!

Ah!

Ha ha ha!

Whee!

I know "r.I.P." Means dead.

Fred: Well...
[Sighs]

It doesn't mean dead as such, reg.

It means
"rest in peace."

People lied.

Sometimes people lie

because, uh... Don't
want you to be sad.

I'm not stupid.

Fred:
No, you ain't.

Snowy died

because animals do,

like people do.

You understand all of that,

and some of it,
you understand more than most.

Reggie: You gave me beer

and said it was respect.

I want respect.

Violet: Oh, Reggie.

And beer?
[Chuckling]

[Chuckles]

♪

Thank you, mr. Percival.

That wasa very rare privilege.

Heh heh heh...
[Coughing]

Now it's timefor you to trust me.

I'm telephoningfor an ambulance

because you needto go to hospital.

Gloria...

You said you don'tlike to
talk aboutyour other babies...

I don't like to talk about
my other pregnancies.

There wereseven of them.

That's a lotof not talking

and a lot of pain.

Every time they, uh,
sent me home...

After I'd lost another one...

After they'd taken it away
and never let me see it...

They'd say the same thing...

The doctors, uh, the nurses,

my mother, my friends...

"put it out of your mind"...

and so I pretended that I had.

Even with Tony?

[Voice trembling]
And all the time,

my mind has been full of them.

Everything I never saw,
I could imagine.

I knew if they were boys or girls.

I knew the color of their eyes.

I knew everything,
and I still know it; All of it

and all of them...

[Sobbing]

Because I've never let them go.

[Sniffles]

Mothers don't, do they?

Mothers let go all the time.

If they didn't,

there wouldn't be roomfor love to grow.

The one I lost when we were in St.
cuthbert's was a girl.

It was the furthest I'd ever got,

and I used to think,
"this one's different.

"Oh, this one's fierce.

This one's going
to make it."

[Groaning]

[Gloria exhales]

[Sighs]

In my mind,

I call her Ruth.

It's such a strong, plain name.

Tell us about her.

Tell us about Ruth.

Gloria:
Ruth's three now,

nearly old enough
for dancing lessons.

She's got long hair,

and now I've started
tying it in bunches.

Oh, it's, uh... [Hisses]...
It's thick and brown

and has golden threads in it

that catch the light
on a sunny day.

And when I kiss her head,

it smells of vosene.

They all smell
of vosene, my babies.

Sister Frances: Clean
childrenare loved children.

Oh, every one of mine is spotless.

The one after Ruth,
she was another girl.

Yeah, I called her Rebecca.

My first boy was Brian.

Oh, he'd be eight and a half now.

He's got rosy cheeks

and scabs on his elbows

from coming off his go-kart.

Oh, I have to tell him
not to pick at them, but...

He doesn't listen.

[Groaning]

Gloria: David was next,

but he's notlike Brian, no.

He's, um, oh, he's quiet,

loves the small things, like spiders

and caterpillars,

even wasps.

He looks at their
wingsthrough a magnifying glass.

He's always asking, "why? Why, mum?"

We all know that feeling.

[Exhales]And then there was Peter.

[Groaning loudly]

[Gloria groaning]

Gloria: Uhh!

Have you told us about
allof your babies now, Gloria?

Brian...

David...

Peter...

Ruth...

Rebecca...

John...

And Anthony?

Thank you for saying their names.

Sister Frances: You're fully
dilated now, Gloria.

When you feel ready
to push, you can.

[Gloria groaning]

This is the head coming, Gloria.

Just pant now, pant.

Pant.

Perfect.

Your baby's head
isresting in my hand now.

Oh, I swear, I can hear
that snow falling.

[Grunting]

[Gasps][Baby crying]

Oh, what is it? A little girl.

You can hold herthe
minute I've cut the cord.

Could you...
can you do it?

[Sobbing]

[Baby continues crying]

[Crying stops]

I'm a mum, shelagh.

I'm a mother.

You've been a mother

for a long, long time.

You look better.

You look better ina
top hat and tail coat.

[Chuckles]

They're letting me out tomorrow.

What for? Good behavior?

I'll be back in day
after boxing day.

They're going to drain
some fluid off,

and after that...

You need rest, dad.

I need to close the circus down.

[Sighs]
Not yet.

[Baby fussing]

I could sew youa
sequined ruff or something,

like I did for snowy when
hestarted looking decrepit.

[Chuckles]

God love you, jacquetta.

You always put
the graft in, even when

all you wanted was

a bay window and a privet hedge.

Anyone can have a bay
windowand a privet hedge.

You gave me

a cathedral madeof canvas

and a bird's-eye viewof people gasping.

You gave mestardust, dad.

I didn't have much else.

Well, it mayinterest you to know

that I have been givenpermission
to go outtomorrow afternoon.

Where to?

A christenin'...In the ring.

Him?

Him and the other two.

Want to do itproperly, dad.

Want to do it the circus way.

I might have hadenough, but...

My boys havehardly started.

Maybe it wasn'tmy stardust anymore,

but who's to sayit won't be theirs?

It is in their blood.

You're in their blood.

You always will be.

Just like your mother is in yours.

[Ringing]

Dr. Turner's surgery.

Millicent?

Miss Higgins: Yes. Phyllis?

I'm feeling suddenly emboldened.

Oh.

Ooh.

Heh heh heh!

Rachel Rose.

I like that.

I wanted "r" names,
like our other two girls.

I wish you'd told me how
muchyou thought about them all.

I thought it might make
them less real if I did.

[Distant music playing]

Is that the Sally army
band playing outside?

Yeah.

I gave themtwo Bob on my way in

and asked if theydid requests.

Tony: That'll besomething to
tell youwhen you're a big girl,

won't it, rachel Rose, eh?

Two inches of the white
stuffand your own brass band.

Yes, it will.

Oh, yes it will. Heh!

Trixie: Ta-da!

Ohh! sister Hilda: Who
isthe lucky chap this evening?

An Oxford-educated financier

with a double-barrelled name
and investment interests

in luxury goods and perfume.

Oh, I hope he isn't fibbing.

[Sniffs]

Ah! Chant d'aromes

by guerlain.
Wish me luck.

[Giggles]

[Indistinct chatter]

Lucille: Sister Monica Joan?

I come bearing gifts,

and I brought youa surprise.

[Cyril and Lucille chuckle]

Sister Monica Joan:
I will not have him here.

Go.

Go.

Lucille: I thoughtyou would
be pleasedto see cyril, sister.

I'm too ashamed.

Oh, precious,
your catheter baghas come adrift.

[Distant piano playing "we
wish you a merry Christmas"]

Lucille: There is
no medical reason

for her to be catheterized!

It has all been done
for convenience,

and not, I might add, hers.

Excuse me.
What do you think you're doing?

I am attending to
the comfort and dignity

of one of your patients,
which, as a visitor,

I would not be obliged to do if that
patient was receiving proper care!

We need to get her backwhere she belongs.

We're going to, and what's more,
we're going to do it before Christmas.

[Distant piano playing
"deck the halls"]

I'd like my bill, please.

If you wait halfan hour,
there's anoffer on sparkling wine.

I'd like my bill now.

[Distant dog barking]

[Both chuckling]

[Chuckling]

[Lively jazz music playing]

Both: Ta-da!

May I do it now,

before we lay waste to the feast?

As we agreed.

"And thus we meet,

"we spinsters twain, to
dine and to make merry.

"No politesse must we endure,

"no bath cubes and no Sherry

"indulge we now our heart's desire

"and for that gratifying reason,

"I propose a heartfelt toast

to friendship and
the yuletide season."

Happy Christmas.

We can easily make
this her bedroom.

But sister Monica Joan may
never recover the ability

to walk or climb stairsunaided,
if at all.

For months to come,
she will requirefull nursing.

And who better to do that than us,

and here, at nonnatus house?

We are skilled, we are willing,

and between us all,
we have the time.

I spend so muchof my life

trying to be the voice of reason,

sometimes I failto
hear the voice of love.

Dean Martin: ♪ oh, the weather
outside is frightful ♪

♪ but the fire is
so delightful ♪

♪ and since we've
no place to go ♪

♪ let it snow,
let it snow, let it snow ♪

♪ man, it doesn't show
signs of stoppin' ♪

♪ and I've brought me
some corn for poppin' ♪

♪ the lights are turned
way down low ♪

♪ let it snow,
let it snow ♪

♪ then we finally kiss
good night... ♪

Shelagh: Oh!
[Children screaming]

Patrick,
that Turkey issupposed to be oven-ready!

It's dead.

What was Fred playing at?

Aah!
Oh.

It's a start. Heh!

I've just taken a telephone
call from a miss bathurst,

regarding your involvement
with the albion introduction agency,

apologizing for a
misunderstanding yesterday.

The gentleman was
at the wrong hotel.

[Scoffs, chuckles]

I'm starting to suspect
thatwhen it comes to men and me,

they're always going to
bein the wrong hotel, or I am.

Hmm.

One of the great maxims

of my own passage through this life

has been "seek
and ye shall find."

One cannot stand still,
nurse Franklin,

because challenge,

excitement, and a change

are heading towards us
at some speed.

Are we goingto close after all?

No...

We are going to expand.

Early next year,
I will be revealing

further details.

[Grunts]All: Aw!

Ha ha ha!

And I baptize you,

John percival ellings,

in the name of the father,

the son, and the holy ghost.

And may his loveshine upon you

where-so-everyou might go.

All: Yay!

♪

[Both laughing]

Where are you going?

I am telephoningnonnatus house

to see if they haveany room at the inn.

[Chuckles]

Older Jenny:
And so it is Christmas,

as eternally different
as it is the same.

We come together,

drawn to the place
that we call home

or where we are simply welcomed in.

We can be broken...

Merry Christmas.
But we still belong.

We can be fragile, but are
valued all the more.

We each have our place,

our part to play,

our seat at the table,

and our purpose.

Ohh! Aah!

[Laughter]

Older Jenny: The future
will not be unwrapped

just yet.

We cannot know
if it holds the things

we dream of, and if only for today,

that is exactly as it ought to be.

Older Jenny:
For now, the moment

holds us in its arms.

We are as safe as a child once was,

beneath a star

and swaddled in a manger.

There is no darkness
that is of any consequence...

[Both chuckle]

Older Jenny:
And yet not one space

that is not filled with love.

[Choir singing indistinctly]

♪

♪