All language subtitles for Call The Midwife.S3e05.eng

I had made Nonnatus
House my home.

When I needed peace and comfort,

when I needed to
grieve and to be restored,

I did not go far.

It was as though its
roof still sheltered me,

as though I was still
safe within its walls.

Sister Julienne, has
the post gone yet?

- No, you're in luck.
- Oh, good.

I don't wear this anymore.

I thought it could go to the Girls'
Brigade donation for the home.

Oh, thank you.

Is there anything you
want to send to Nurse Lee?

Just this letter.

I sat up all night trying to think
of something cheerful to say

that didn't sound too callous.

It's a frightfully fine line.

You may take these
to the post office

but come straight back.

We have a great deal
to do this morning.

Of course, Sister.

People retreat from the world

for different reasons,

but if I had come to the
Motherhouse of the order to forget,

I was not forgotten.

And that I was remembered
made my pain endurable.

Lovely.

I knew that nice little Girls'
Brigade leader wouldn't let us down.

The postman nearly
did. Late again.

I ought to send you out
to the gate to meet him.

There's nothing like one
of your reproachful stares

to make a person toe the line.

He's scared I'll hit
him with my stick.

Right, Jacob.

Are you ready for a spot
of crowd control after lunch?

What is this?

It's called Quiche
Lorraine, according to Mrs B.

Pass me the beetroot.

With Sister Julienne's permission,
I'll make myself a sandwich.

Of course.

What I want to know is does Nurse
Lee say when she's coming back?

No, she doesn't.

She just closes by saying,

"I hope Sister Monica Joan
enjoyed the cake as much as I did!"

Exclamation mark. "Love,
Jenny." And three kisses.

So glad she chose to
go to the Motherhouse.

Seems like the perfect
place for her to recuperate.

Much as we all feel deep
compassion for Nurse Lee...

her absence is felt
across every department.

I think she's fainted.

Sister? Sister?

- Steak and kidney pie.
- Your steak and kidney pie?

Timothy helped a bit this time.

I think I might have
a rival on my hands.

I only rolled
some of the pastry.

Well, it looks delicious.

- You keep him at it.
- It's the summer holiday.

I don't want to be
inside doing cookery.

I want to play out.

You can't play out, Timothy.

You can't keep up with
the other boys just now.

They'll slow down for me.

I don't want you getting hurt.

I thought we'd get the
bus into town one day

and go to the Science Museum.

Oh, I can't wait.

Behave yourself, Tim.

I don't get the chance
to do anything else.

Polio damaged my
legs, not my brain.

Patrick, you're needed
at Nonnatus House.

It's Sister Julienne.

Stay there.

We can hunt down an ice cream
van later, when I'm on my rounds.

Very well, everyone.

All the party clothes are
laid out on the trestle tables

and you are all to choose one outfit
to wear for the Founder's Day dance.

Do you all understand?

Yes, Miss Molyneux.

In you go.

- It's mine, Mavis, it's mine.
- Let go.

It won't even fit you.

- Mavis, give it back to Sally.
- Why?

Because she's older than you.

Now, Sally, find
something pretty for Mavis.

That's nice. I like that one.

We'll arrange some
bloods to be on the safe side

but I can't find
anything wrong with you

a proper rest won't cure.

I wouldn't say no to a day
in bed. And that's not like me.

No, it isn't, but I'm
not talking a day.

I'm talking a week, at
least, and preferably two.

I am prescribing you a
fortnight at the Motherhouse.

- Starting tomorrow.
- It's out of the question.

We're a midwife short

and I have Sister
Evangelina's jubilee to organise.

Jubilee?

It's the anniversary
of her religious vows

and I need to arrange
a service and a party...

That's already underway.

I've been writing letters to try to
track down her family and invite them.

There. Sister Winifred
can organise the jubilee

and someone else
can run the office.

No one else is capable, I...

Colin Cowdrey eat
your heart out, eh, Doc?

Absolutely.

That's a good shot, Tim!

I can't believe
you've left him there!

What if he falls over?

Or wears himself out and
is too tired to walk home?

Shelagh, leave him
to his own devices.

We both left him
to his own devices,

if you remember, the
day he was taken ill.

I don't deserve that
and neither do you.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- We're both sorry.

And he's an 11-year-old boy.

Polio or no polio, he
needs to spread his wings.

I don't know what I'm
going to do with myself.

I do.

We still have to find another midwife
as soon as is humanly possible.

The current case book
makes for terrifying reading.

I took the liberty of
speaking to Nurse Noakes

and she's already agreed
to do some extra shifts.

May I?

I should really let you see it from
this side of the desk, shouldn't I?

If I'm to take over the
administration whilst you are away,

that would be best.

Did Dr Turner tell you that
the Gait Assessment Clinic

is going to be moved
to the community centre?

Sister Julienne, I think we're
making each other nervous.

That wasn't the
object of this exercise.

No.

You can't go out in a
sopping wet uniform, Camilla.

I'm ironing it dry.

Look, dry as a bone.

People will think it's you who's
had the accident, not Freddy.

They're expecting me at
Nonnatus House at half past, Peter.

And I was expecting to
be in my bed at quarter to!

I'm the most inconsiderate beast
in the whole sorry history of creation.

No, you're not.

You received a call
to arms, I understand.

And might you enjoy every
happiness in your new home, Reverend.

- Thanks for your help, Fred.
- Don't go fretting about your khazi.

I'll be around tonight to take
me plunger to the U-bend.

Never mind helping
the curate to move in,

- Sister Julienne's got a train to catch.
- All right.

Morning!

Oh, he'd be more efficient
helping you to Mars.

I think a jubilee sounds
tremendously jolly.

Will we be having parlour games?

Well, I did think I might
try and find a roulette wheel

and set up a little
casino in the parlour.

I've always fancied
myself as croupier.

The plan is for Holy Communion
followed by a tea party.

It's custom to invite
the sister's family

and any friends she
has outside the order.

I think she had quite a
few brothers and sisters,

I've heard her mention it.

I have written to her last known
address before she ended as a postulant

but there's been no response.

Have you tried writing to
the curate of that parish?

Curates are always such
founts of vital information.

Right, ladies,
stand and deliver.

Lisbon Buildings beckons as
usual, who's going to answer the call?

Faggots and peas. I
can't say I'm not relieved.

So, Mrs Turner.

- Have you had a busy morning?
- Yes, I have.

I've engaged a new midwife

who will be joining us from the
London the day after tomorrow.

She'll be staying on
after Nurse Lee returns.

That's wonderful news.

Oh, I'm frightfully sorry,

but I don't think I can
eat a morsel of lunch

until we've found out which
one of us has walked in dog dirt.

How do you know it isn't you?

It was you last time with
your winklepicker shoes.

The mat in the parlour
still hasn't recovered.

Innocent.

Sister Winifred? Nurse Miller?

Mrs Turner?

And it was not I.

My olfactory powers
are exceptional.

I should've been immediately
aware of the offence

and seen it remedied.

For two pins, I'd have every
mutt in Poplar put down.

Stand back, there's all
kinds spraying everywhere.

Leave them to dry and
come back and eat your lunch.

In my stocking
feet? I don't think so.

Is this your only pair of shoes?

Dog dirt's the least
of your worries.

The upper's completely
come away from the sole.

You may recollect that some of
us have taken a vow of poverty.

I've had these ten years, get
another couple out of them.

I'm sending them to the menders.

I'm sure you'll find something to tide
you over in the secondhand clothes box.

How are you doing?

Why don't you join in
the dancing, Sheryl?

I can manage by myself.

Shy?

She's one of my quiet ones.

Oh, I wouldn't
mind a few of those.

Can you put on a slow one next,
Jacob? Just to calm everybody down.

That's the one.

Ooh, I like this one.

I feel sorry for them.

All of them.

Do you know
something, Sheryl? I don't.

- Where are you going?
- Where have you been?

I've got to pick up a
list of my house calls.

I was at weekly briefing.
What's the matter with Freddy?

Eggs and soldiers
turned into a full-scale war.

Mrs Torpy's gone to sit with
him until you come home.

Oh, Mrs Torpy, there's a box
of Bickipegs on the sideboard.

Sorry.

We agreed you'd
work part-time, Camilla.

The trouble is,
Peter, I'm a midwife.

And babies aren't exactly
a part-time business.

No, they aren't.

Mrs Torpy?

I say...

I believe I'm expected?

Any objection to me barging in?

None.

For we are besieged
by duty and obligation.

All who enter here
must serve, as I do.

"Golden lads and girls all must

as chimney-sweepers,
come to dust."

You need a spot of polish on that
cloth, preferably beeswax-based.

If I don't get a cup of
coffee within 60 seconds,

I might commit murder.

The only way you're
going to get that

is if I pour it down your throat
through a funnel while you're working.

I want that autoclave
turned round pronto.

Unless you can levitate, I
suggest you all march in on tip toes.

I've done the whole thing twice

because I thought I caught
a little whiff of dog mess.

You're the new girl?

I'm Patience Mount.
But people call me Patsy.

Move your mop and bucket.

Nurse Miller and Nurse Franklin
need to get to the autoclave.

Well, it's all been
turned round.

Two batches of instruments
all bagged up and ready to go.

And I replenished the dressing
cupboard, too, from the store.

- Really?
- Goodness.

I think I might just have
fallen a little bit in love with you.

Red hats are only
correct out of doors.

I wanted to make sure it
stayed on during vigorous activity.

There's nothing more
unsettling than an unkempt nurse.

I think it's time to
put the kettle on.

It's all very well cycling
for 15 miles a day

but that necessarily do a
huge amount for the waistline

and I'm thinking about going
over to an elastic panty girdle.

So I need to get trim.

Have you ever
thought of fencing?

I fenced at school and I was the
only girl ever to beat Mother Gertrude.

- Did you go to a convent, Patsy?
- Yes.

And I vowed I would never go
within 100 yards of another nun again.

They were Catholics, though. I
thought these might be more humane.

I never met a Catholic
nun but these are wonderful.

They've been so kind to
Jenny since her boyfriend died.

It's all horribly sad.

I met her last year when she
was seconded to the London.

It was actually her who
put midwifery in my mind.

Male surgical was
eroding my will to live.

Or at least my will to nurse.

More scotch, anyone?

Can I have quite a lot
of Canada Dry this time?

I can't believe you
brought your own whisky.

Well, my father always says,

"One should never start a new venture
without a bottle of something sociable."

Man after my own heart.

Cynthia, grab a hoop.

All right.

Cynthia!

I've come to see Sally, Jacob,
but she wasn't waiting on the steps.

Miss Molyneux.

Oh, yes. Mrs Harper.

Sally's a bit under
the weather today.

Peverell Ward. Left and
up the back staircase.

Never used to be
allowed to go up the stairs.

Times change, Mrs Harper.
We're relaxing some of the rules.

It's no good giving into it.

You just want to get up and
get your circulation moving.

I'm not well, Mum.

Oh, Sally.

You're going to have to show
me where it hurts, come on.

Oh, no.

What's the matter?

I don't know, but I know
it's not your monthlies.

I don't have them anymore.

No!

No!

Mrs Harper?

Whatever is amiss?

I'm getting her on the first
and fastest bus out of here,

I'm taking her home.

This is my home!

Come into my office
and sit down, both of you.

We generally find Sally is
quite amenable to reason.

What else has she
been amenable to?

That's what I'd like to know.

Oh, Lord. Is that
lemon meringue pie?

Oh, sorry, old
thing. It's spoken for.

It's been promised
as a raffle prize.

Can we turn our minds
to the jubilee buffet?

We're going to have vol-au-vents
and cheese and pineapple sticks.

Are you sure, Trixie?

Sister Evangelina has got
quite a conservative palette.

And butterfly cakes
and a sherry trifle.

Oh, and I found a recipe for
the most marvellous centrepiece.

Do look.

It's called a Banana Coronet.

Hmm. It looks a bit like
Stonehenge, only made of penises.

Sorry.

Three years on male surgical
have rather made their mark.

Clearly.

So, any joy from the
curate of that parish?

There's news but
it isn't very joyful.

He wrote today saying that
Sister Evangelina's eldest brother

was killed on active
service in the war.

The only ray of hope seems
to be Vincent, the youngest.

He joined the merchant navy

and the curate sent our letter
onto the Seamen's Mission.

I'll get it.

- May I help you?
- The name's Harper.

I'd like my daughter examined.
I reckon she's in the family way.

Surely not.

It's Sally, isn't it?

- Don't you live at St Gideon's?
- Not any more.

Come in.

Perhaps it's an
abdominal tumour?

Or trapped wind?

I mean, is it even possible?

I've never heard of
it happening, ever.

Your hands are cold.

Sorry, old thing, I
should've warmed them.

I think she's six
and a half months.

People said she'd be
better off in St Gideon's.

I never wanted to send her away,

but they said, "You can't be
watching her all hours God sends.

She'll grow up, she'll develop
and the streets are not safe."

She smiles at people, Nurse,
she thinks everyone's her friend.

I can imagine.

She seems so
enormously trusting.

Well, when she was 11,
she started wandering off.

Never knew where
she'd been or who with.

So, we did what people do.

We put her where she'd be safe.

Doctor's prescribed
Sally some antibiotics.

She'll soon be feeling
more comfortable.

I don't know what
disturbs me most.

The pregnancy of an unmarried
30-year-old with Mongolism

or the untreated urine infection
that's left her in agonising pain.

I think you'll find the term "Mongolism"
is falling out of favour, Doctor.

We prefer to say Down's
syndrome nowadays.

In which case, I
stand corrected.

But it makes no material difference
to her plight or your negligence.

She's been molested while
under your care and supervision.

And I want every male resident,
nurse and orderly questioned.

Has Sally made any disclosure
of how it all came about?

No.

But I think it's in everybody's
best interests to find out, don't you?

Whoever he is, he'll go
down for it if we catch him.

According to the 56 Act,

it's an offence to have
intercourse with a mental defective.

Peter, that sounds so unfeeling.

The man who did it
is the unfeeling one.

You eat your pie and mash.

There's a choc ice
for your pudding.

And it's not every day that I
make a grand romantic gesture.

No, although you
rather let the side down

by not hiring a waiter
who can play the violin.

I've got a day off tomorrow.

I thought we could snuggle up on the
sofa and listen to Take it From Here.

Peter, once you've cleared this
away, I'll be working up the twin tub.

You and Freddy haven't
a clean vest between you.

Help!

Stay where you are, Sister.

Help! Help!

Custer's cavalry is on its way.

- There has been an intruder.
- What do you mean?

The glass in the
back door is broken,

our ramparts are breached

and the felon fled with
the lemon meringue pie.

You are like a moth to
a flame with meringue,

you needn't think we've
forgotten the queen of puddings.

Ladies, please.

I'm sure there is no
need to stage a burglary

just because food
has gone missing.

She forgets. I have
eschewed all citrus

since the dentist topped
my teeth with mercury.

The alchemical reaction
is too grievous to bear.

- Well, it...
- Sister.

I will make sure
Fred repairs the door

and ask Mrs B to
make another pie.

I don't know what
she's going to make it in,

because whoever it was

has waltzed off with
the dish into the bargain.

- Excuse me, ladies.
- Who sent for you?

It wasn't the crown jewels,
it was a lemon meringue.

- Lemon meringue?
- Never mind.

I've actually called about
the Sally Harper case.

Her parents
telephoned the station.

Is a midwife free to come
with me on a house call?

Sally?

It's very important that you understand
that you aren't in any sort of trouble.

You're a policeman.

Policemen don't punish
people, they help them, too.

Like nurses do.

You can trust
Constable Noakes, Sally.

He wants me to tell him things.

Did somebody ask
you not to, Sally?

What do we have to do to get
the bastard brought the book?

Language, Bert!
In front of the nurse.

What do we have to do?

If the girl was normal and
somebody knocked her up,

I could go after whoever
it was with a hatchet.

I could make him marry her.

I could make
everything all right.

But how can she ever be
married? She isn't normal.

I am normal, as the day ends!

Come along, Sally.
That's enough for now.

We'll go to the bedroom

and you can tell me if
your tummy is feeling better.

- Is that it, then?
- Mr Harper,

if Sally won't give us any
information, we can't prosecute.

It'd be me you'd end up
prosecuting if you ever found him,

because I'll throttle him to
death with me own bare hands.

You mustn't let all
the shouting upset you.

Fathers get very cross
when their daughters are hurt.

Or at least the nice ones do.

Nobody hurt me.

Sally, you're going
to have a baby.

You're not a silly girl

and I do believe you
understand what that means.

I think you also understand

that the baby came about because
something happened with a man.

Perhaps a man who wanted
to get very close to you.

Yes.

Oh, I know it's not an
easy thing to talk about.

It was my boyfriend.

And it didn't hurt.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight...

- Hello.
- Oh, lovely.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

I'll just take this
around to the kitchen.

And what about you?

Sally Harper to see Dr Turner?

Come along, Sally. You can
bring your mother with you.

She's pregnant?

We'll need to monitor your
daughter very closely, Mrs Harper.

Pregnancy is very, very
unusual for girls like Sally

and we can't be sure
things will go smoothly.

It's already a disaster.

If she shows any signs
of going into labour,

we will admit her to
the maternity home first

and then think about
transfer to hospital.

Not hospital. I want to
go back to St Gideon's.

- I - won't have her upset.

I won't have her any more
scared than she has to be.

The difficulty is there are
hardly any cases in the literature.

It seems an
early birth is likely

but I'm scrabbling around
trying to find any statistics.

Well, perhaps we should
just put statistics to one side.

Whoever is responsible, she
got pregnant without any trouble

and may well go to term
and give birth quite naturally.

I hope she does, because it
gives us time to prepare her.

Otherwise she's
going to give birth

without fully understanding
what will happen.

She'll be traumatised.

Which of you does
she trust the most?

Me, I think. Hope. And Chummy.

Let's take each
week as it comes.

I don't want to hand
over to the London

and have her made even
more of an object of curiosity.

We'll look after her.

Look, Sister.

The mystery is over.
Found it behind the lean-to.

Must've been a drunk.

The poor thing's practically
eaten the pattern off the dish.

I can remember when
your average down-and-out

was glad of a slice
of bread and dripping.

We'll have to save them
some titbits from your party.

What party?

This would never have happened
with Sister Julienne in charge.

Sister Julienne is in charge.

I'm merely carrying
out her orders.

Well, I didn't give
permission for a party.

And I didn't give permission for
anyone to write to my relations.

I didn't think anyone needed
permission. It was done with love.

It's a tradition in
the religious life.

I think you've forfeited
your right to lecture me

or anyone else
on the religious life.

There is to be no
party! Do you hear me?

Thank you. Goodbye.

Right, Nurse Mount.

Was that someone's waters
breaking, first couple of twinges

or an incoherent father who's
forgotten his own address?

It was the cobbler, actually.

He says your shoes
need completely resoling

and it's going to cost 18-and-6.

Oh, no it's not, because I'm
perfectly happy in my plimsolls.

Nonnatus House.

"Nonnatus House,
midwife speaking!"

Slow down, sir. Can
I take your details?

Yes, that's the ticket.

Smith...

We've made several
attempts to contact the Harpers

but there's been no response.

They're upset that Sally keeps
saying she wants to come back here.

Especially because she insists that
the baby was fathered by her boyfriend.

She's refused to say anything.

Even to the police? CYNTHIA:
Especially to the police.

But Miss Molyneux, we always
offer our patients confidentiality

and we've decided that
the best thing for Sally

is to treat her like any
other pregnant woman.

Sally isn't like any
other pregnant woman!

Jacob?

Could you weave some
of your magic for me

and conjure up a cup of tea?

On its way.

Fares.

I want to go to Dulaike Street,

Poplar, please.

Sorry, mate?

Dulaike Street, Poplar.

It's on the paper.

Ninepence, and you need
to get off at the Town Hall.

Dulaike Street, please?

- Top of the street and turn left.
- Thank you.

Absolutely tip-top, young lady.

Tip-top and tickety-boo.

I would like to see
my girlfriend, please?

You.

- Jacob?
- Sally.

I didn't tell them.

They didn't tell me.

I don't care if he's
not right, either,

he's sharper in
head than she is.

- He knew what he was doing.
- Shh, Mrs Harper.

Let's take this
one step at a time.

I took the bull by the horns
and made a pot of Rosy Lee.

Everyone needs a cup.

Especially Jacob.

He's had a very long journey.

He'll have another long
journey back tonight.

I wouldn't give him tea,
he'll just spill it everywhere.

Thank you.

When does Mr Harper come home?

If I were you, I'd clear
out before he gets here.

Because I'm going to
ask him if I can marry her.

What good would that
do? You live in a home.

You can't work,
you can't keep her.

I can do the decent thing.

Oh, it's a bit bloody late
to talk about decent now!

- Mrs Harper...
- Leave him alone!

Stay calm, old thing. Stay calm.

I wanted to see her

because I wanted to
know she was looked after.

She is, by me.

And I'm glad

because there is a part
of me that you cannot see

but she can.

And if she is loved,

I can go on living.

Cynthia?

You simply wouldn't
believe the afternoon I've had.

A retained placenta
in Gastille Buildings

and then a false
alarm in Dove Street.

It should've been Sister
Evangelina but she'd gone AWOL.

Oh, hello.

This is Jacob, Trixie.

He's a very good friend of
Sally Harper's from St Gideon's.

I'm just going to pop over the
street and ask Tom Hereward

if he can arrange
a lift back for him.

Of course.

Well, I have to say, Jacob,

you look as though your
day's been as gruelling as mine.

I thought there were sausage rolls
but they seem to have gone walkies.

And yesterday, half a band of
luncheon meat just vanished.

- We must have mice.
- Lucky mice.

Scones. Left there to cool.

Simply marvellous.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I need help.

Of course.

That was wonderful.

Yes, the sisters have just gone
over to Brooke Bond from Typhoo.

I'm a Nescafe girl myself,
so I just kept my head down

out of the range
of flying missiles.

Chauffeur service?

Mr Hereward, do be an angel
and butter these scones for us.

Jacob's still drinking his tea.

Sally's sleeping now.

I think the upset tired her out.

What'll happen to the baby?

Well, that will depend
on whether he or she...

is born with the same
condition as Sally.

You mean backward?

Dr Turner thinks the likelihood
could be as much as 50 percent.

I hate the word "Mongol".

Mongols are a tribe,
they live abroad.

I saw them at the pictures once.

The Adventures of Marco
Polo with Gary Cooper.

Sally was just
a little girl then.

She wasn't perfect
but she was ours,

not something from
a foreign country.

Nobody doubts how much you
love your daughter, Mrs Harper.

I do doubt it.

Let me say it, Nurse,
please. Let me say it.

If I'd have loved Sally more,
would she have gone to him?

Would she have needed him?
Would she have even let him near her?

You mustn't blame yourself,
no matter what you feel.

I don't know what I feel, Nurse.

I do know what I've
never shown her.

Come on, if you're lucky,

we might still pick up reception
from Radio Luxembourg.

His arms are dead strong!

Shh!

I've only just put
him down, Camilla.

I want to kiss him.

Then he'll know
how much he's loved.

Yes, Daddy.

Sister Monica Joan?

Sister?

Sister!

Ah! I thought you were
Sister Monica Joan.

Caught in the night again.

Constable Noakes? Can
I show you something?

Of course, Sister.

Vincent?

You've got company.

- Can the man not sleep?
- Sorry to disturb you, sir.

Is he a meths drinker?

Not yet.

He's my brother.

He's been fighting the bottle
since he opened his first pay packet.

That's the trouble with drink.
It hates those who love it most.

You needn't think
I feel sorry for you.

You straightened yourself
out more than once.

Drink follows people.

It followed me.

He's a sick man,
Sister Evangelina.

I'm going to call
for an ambulance.

Apart from anything else,
you're putting yourself in danger,

crawling around derelict
buildings in the dead of the night.

I never made her.

I tried to turn my
back. But I couldn't.

In the past, when he's pitched up,
I've always kept it from my sisters.

I hadn't seen him
in three or four years.

Started to think
he must be dead.

And then he got
wind of my jubilee

through some letter that was
sent to the Seamen's Mission

and he came
knocking on the door.

Well, you can put two and two
together regarding the lemon meringue.

It did him no good,
by the look of it.

I hated the life he chose.

And he hated the life I chose.

He used to say,

"Why, Enid? Why? You're
throwing your life away!"

The irony of it is...

he was the first baby
I saw being born.

And it was his first cry
that decided it for me.

He was so full of hope.

Everything made new.

You see the good in everything.

That's your curse.

And you don't, and that's yours.

So that's why she refused
to get her shoes mended,

the reason she's been going
around in those filthy white plimsolls.

I actually think they
look rather comfy.

She felt she was
defrauding the order

by taking food and
bandages without permission.

And she didn't want a jubilee
in case her brother came.

It's positively heartbreaking.

It's Sally Harper.

- So soon?
- Yes.

Sally, old bean, I know
this bally mask feels rotten...

but if you listen to me, I'll help
you breathe in the right way.

- I'm scared.
- I know.

Eight fingers.

It won't be much longer.

I want to go home.

It won't live. They
said it can't live.

It's being born too
soon. It'll be too small.

Is the doctor going to come?

They said he's on his way.

I don't think I can bear it.

I know she can't.

Nor can I.

Oh, dear Sally, here comes Ma.

Mum?

- I don't want a baby.
- I know you don't.

- I don't want it.
- Don't worry about that now.

Just be a good
girl for the nurses.

Mummy loves you.

Here we go.

Keep going, bravo.

You're doing absolutely
great guns, Sally.

That's it.

Good girl.

I haven't heard it cry yet.

Is it hurt?

He's just very,
very little, Sally.

It's just the placenta, Sally.

Can I go home now?

Hello, Jacob.

They keeping you hard at it?

Miss Molyneux wants
me where she can see me.

Will you sit down, Jacob?

I need to talk to you.

- Is it about Sally?
- Yes.

About Sally.

And about the
baby, too, I'm afraid.

If Sally's mother wants her
to return to residential care,

there is still a place
for her at St Gideon's.

It's already been suggested
that we remove Jacob

to an institution
for males only.

Because he can't
be trusted with Sally?

Because he can't be trusted
with any young women.

He was in a position of trust as
much as a member of staff would be.

- Jacob loves Sally, Miss Molyneux.
- I know that.

At least I know it now.

But I also know that Jacob
needs to love and be loved,

just like any other human being.

And the board have decided

he'd be better off out
of temptation's way.

Have you asked
Jacob his opinion?

I would love to be
like you, Mr Hereward.

I would love to be young
and zealous and full of ideals.

But what happens
in St Gideon's is real.

- And compromised and shabby.
- And that can change.

Maybe one day it will.

For now, we must
do the best we can.

Sister Evangelina?

Just giving this a
thorough seeing-to

before Nurse Mount gets to it
and deprives me of the pleasure.

Dr Turner has arranged a bed
for your brother at the Maudsley.

Mental hospital?

He'll run rings round
those psychiatrists,

he's sharp as a
tack. Always was.

Sister, I know how
fond of him you are.

Well, we can't choose
where we love, can we?

No.

Nor can we choose what
happens when we do.

More's the pity.

Sister Julienne told
me of your troubles

when we were drawing
up the prayer list.

Um...

Listen.

You already have
a child, Shelagh.

His name is Timothy

and I know why,
because I delivered him.

I didn't know.

He was born before
I joined the order.

I can still see Dr Turner putting
him into his mother's arms.

And she looked into
that baby's face and said,

"I want you always to be loved."

I'm afraid of loving
him too much.

Well, for whose
sake, yours or his?

If there's one thing the
religious life has taught me

is it's impossible
to love too much.

What's needed is taken up

and what's not needed
hangs around somewhere

looking for a home.

I've been given so much, Sister.

All I want to do is pass it on.

And I don't know
how, or to whom.

Well, if I could answer that, it
would make me as wise as Him.

You just bide your time.

He'll show you His
plan. You mark my words.

Jacob...

you can stare as
reproachfully at me as you like,

but you're going to
move to St Mungo's.

No, I'm not.

I appreciate that it's Ayrshire

but you do have
family in Scotland.

Have I? I wouldn't know.

The board have
agreed to your transfer.

I haven't agreed.

Jacob, you can do this
kicking and screaming...

or you can do it with
dignity and with grace.

Please.

Will it make any difference?

It will make it bearable.

For who?

For you?

Timothy Turner?

- Oh!
- I did it.

Well done, son.

I told you we'd be
back in time for lunch.

- Will you come and visit me?
- Of course.

I always did and I always will.

And I need a new lipstick.

As long as it's just a
pink one, not too red.

Jacob? Jacob?

Jacob!

Oh, tough luck. Two
dozen test tubes.

They might be new but
they're certainly not clean.

What did your last slave die of?

I'm sorry, it's all
frightfully inconvenient

on the day of your jubilee.

Nonsense, there's
work to be done.

I shall look forward to our
little tea in the parlour later.

And at least we got the
service moved back to 4:00

so that Sister
Julienne can get here.

Bowls, kidney, six.

Clamps, midwives,
for the use of, six.

Sister Evangelina,
you're wanted at the door.

May God bless you on
your jubilee, my dear sister.

Oh!

Let's hope I get another
ten years out of these.

You delivered me,
Sister Evangelina.

And you delivered
my Carol, too, last year.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

I'm one of yours
as well, Sister.

And me.

Thank you, Sister Evangelina.

Perfection is not
a polished thing.

It is often simply something
that is sincerely meant.

Perfection is a job complete.

Praise given, prayer heard.

Thank you, Sister.

It can be kindness shown.

- Well done.
- Thanks offered up.

Perfection is what we
discover in each other,

what we see reflected back.

Thank you.

Well done, Sister.

And well done, you.

Oh!

And if perfection eludes us,

that doesn't matter.

For what we have within
the moment is enough.

Dad said I wasn't to trouble
you, but he's got really bad.

Well, if you want him to
stay a bastard, that's fine!

Let's not get ourselves married!

Well, Declan's not
always so unpleasant.

- This is Colin.
- Hello, Timothy's mum and dad.

Hello.

I must say, I find Mr
Hereward very agreeable.

So do I.

- Hello.
- Good Morning.

- You look lovely.
- You look very nice.