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We are nothing without change.

Cells multiply and cluster from
the moment we're conceived.

Biology shapes
the smallest seed,

but fate can propel
us in every direction,

without ever asking us
which wind we wish to ride.

What are you doing up?

You know the rules
of this hotel -

expectant mothers get
their cup of tea in bed.

I know.

But me feel good today.
Only a little bit of nausea

when me first wake up.

And it passed quite quickly.

You have a letter? Yes.

HE SIGHS

I've applied for so
many jobs lately.

Maybe I'll open
it tonight. Come.

I'm happy, and not in the mood to
start the day with a rejection.

I don't see any
rejection in here,

Cyril Alphonse Robinson.

What me see is an
invitation for an interview

at the council offices
on Tuesday of next week.

No... no.

The council job? Out of all
the positions I applied for?

Why you sound so surprised?

You brush down that suit,
and I'll iron whichever shirt

and tie you choose.
I can't believe it.

Cyril, me have to get to work.

HE CHUCKLES

Do you mind if I
do a quick detour

before I start my
midwifery round, Sister?

Ask and it shall be given unto
you, seek and ye shall find.

Thanks.

I'm actually seeking a new
pair of plimsolls for Collette.

They go back to school tomorrow,
and she's grown out of hers.

Ah, back to school.

The joy never dims,
year after year.

Nits by the end of the week and
chicken pox within a fortnight.

Your steed is at your service.

You're most kind.

I checked the post and there's
definitely no discharge paperwork

for Gordon Packer.

It all seems
frightfully disorganised

for such a complicated case.

Good morning, district
nurse calling.

I'm Nurse Franklin.

And I'm... I'm
somewhat out of breath.

Lift out of order again? Yeah.

BOY: My turn now!

I remember you from
when I had my eldest.

If you wouldn't mind wiping your
feet up and disinfecting all over.

Of course.

Oh.

DOOR CLOSES Good
morning, Mr Packer.

It's Nurse Franklin, Gordon, she
was there when I had our Deborah.

That's more than I was.

I was sat outside working my way
through two packets of Henleys.

I hear you've been in
the wars, Mr Packer.

Did you fall from scaffolding?
A crane, yeah. Bust my back.

Now I'm functionally paraplegic.

Well, you've certainly
picked up the lingua franca.

15 weeks in hospital
does that to a bloke.

It would have been longer,
if they'd had their way.

They were about to send
him to some long-stay place

out in the back of beyond.

We weren't having it, were
we, Gordon? No, we weren't.

DOOR OPENS

BABY GURGLES

I'm taking tea and
toast to Mrs Maguire,

and I thought you
warranted a cup as well.

It's just outside the door.

You put me on bathing
duties! It's hardly arduous.

You'll not say that when I
bring you Master Chowdhury.

He's up to his little
belly button in meconium.

And don't forget
to drink this tea.

Keep your fluids up.

GIRL: No!

Heavens to Murgatroyd.

May, you're going to have
to let us look at it,

or we won't be able
to make it better.

No! What on earth has happened?

Little May has met
with an accident.

SHE CRIES

She may sound as though
she's being disembowelled,

but I'm assured
that's not the case.

CRYING CONTINUES

May, let Daddy have a look.

We were at the swings and the
wooden foot rod in the roundabout

was so rotten, her foot
went right through it.

She's gashed her
ankle on a rusty bolt.

Let's clean the wound and
prepare the injection.

The hospital would normally
want you to be fully confident

with the use of a catheter
before they let you home.

They would also have arranged for
you to have a proper hospital bed

and other equipment.

I run a decent and
very clean home.

If we need a few extras, well,
that's where you come in, isn't it?

Absolutely, but these things
can't happen overnight.

Nevertheless,
we're here to help.

I need help changing the
sheets and washing him.

He can't roll over and...
..I can't roll him.

Mr Packer, are you expecting
to be in bed all the time?

You should be transferring to
your wheelchair every morning.

I did in hospital, but
there was room there.

You really will have to
keep this in the flat.

Not only is there bubblegum
stuck to the wheel rim already,

but your husband needs it.

It's not a thing I thought
I'd have in my house.

I do understand.

Your husband has suffered
a life-changing accident,

and it's changed your life, too.

It was my idea to
bring him home.

But he wanted it as well.

We do things together.

We always have.

And if he'd gone to
that country place,

he wouldn't have been back
this side of next year.

Rehabilitation from spinal
injury can take a very long time.

But he will gain new skills,
and new ways of coping.

How, when they won't even send
the physiotherapist round?

I can't get him to hospital
if the lift's gone again.

Gordon cut short
his physiotherapy

when he discharged
himself from hospital.

But I'll see what can be
arranged through outpatients.

I'll also do you a
welfare referral, too.

You mean to a social worker?

DOOR CLOSES

Good gracious. Is this Deborah?

She's nearly 11 now,
and fully house-trained.

SHE CHUCKLES

Put the Jaffa Cakes on
the plate for the nurse,

then get the rest
of it unpacked.

Social workers are for people
who've made a mess of things.

That playground's
always been a deathtrap.

First time I ever
saw an open fracture

was when somebody fell
off the monkey bars.

Well, that was probably
daredevilry gone wrong.

This was wanton neglect
of play equipment.

It was an accident waiting to
happen, and it happened to me.

She'll be right as rain
in a couple of days.

Nothing broken, and
just one tiny suture.

But it's what it
says to the children.

It's as though we're
giving them a message

that this is all
they can expect. And?

And I'm not standing for it.

Poor little May!

Ohh!

I must say, I think a
jamboree jumble sale

is a splendid idea, Mrs Turner.

I mean, people seem to have
so much more to throw away

than they used to. Exactly so.

Once upon a time, it was
all make do and mend.

Nowadays they only wear something
twice and it's on the rag pile.

Now, I can't make any promises,
but if the funds raised

are going towards
refurbishing the playground,

I can apply to the council
for a matching grant.

I hoped you'd say that!

Although one would have
thought playground safety

was the council's responsibility
in the first place.

CLEARS THROAT

Mum says you can
have a Jaffa Cake.

The nurse only ate
one this morning.

Well, that's all the
more for us, then.

Your eyes are watering.

It's the sunset - it
gets too bright in here.

Because they're so high up.

Pull the curtains over.

I'm glad you came home.

So am I.

Matthew! What are you doing
at the council offices?

Consorting with the enemy?

I'm trying to arrange some help
for that family I told you about.

The fellow in the wheelchair?

Nothing was in place when
he discharged himself,

and it's so much harder trying
to organise these things

from the district.

But that doesn't mean I'm not
going to fight his corner.

You're like the Little
Red Hen sometimes.

"I'll do it myself,"
and so she did.

Less of the little, thank you.

I can be quite fierce
when the need arises.

I know.

How do I look?

You look like an educated man.

Like a member of the
professional classes.

And anybody who can't see
that, I feel them blindness

and I feel them loss.

Mm-hm.

Good morning, Mr Packer.

Glenda just told me you
had a restless night.

I had, uh, trouble with...

..my back passage.

We managed. Once you're done,
I'll get the twin tub going.

Or you could see to that
now, if you'd like to.

I'll go over Gordon's bowel
care routine with him,

and then we'll work on
managing the catheter.

You'll have to show
me how it's done. No!

I want to be able
to do it myself.

That's the spirit.

I brought you some information
from the welfare offices.

You might qualify for a
home help, for example.

No.

No offence, but it's
enough of an intrusion

having a nurse come round.

And this is what it's
all about, isn't it?

In sickness and in health.

Sister Julienne has agreed
to make Nonnatus House

one of two collection points
for jumble and other donations.

This will be the other.

I'm afraid I don't consider
that to be remotely wise.

Why not? This is
a central location

with a good, steady flow
of people passing through.

One, lack of space.

Two, potential tripping hazard.

Three, fleas. In warm
weather, flea eggs can follow

an accelerated hatching pattern.

I shall ask Timothy to
collect any donations

at the end of each surgery session
and transfer them to Nonnatus House.

And I shall ask him
to perform such tasks

only when he has seen to his
other duties for the day.

I'm sorry this is
such a struggle.

But if you don't work towards new
goals, you are going to plateau.

This is still better
than the hospital.

I'm at home with Glenda,
and I've got the kids.

Glenda is a remarkable woman.

Go on, thrill me.

Is it nits or chickenpox?

It's more delicate than that.

Better come straight
out with it.

I teach the fourth years.

The last class before they
leave to go to secondary school.

And?

One of the girls started her...

..periods, yesterday.

I found her crying
by the coat pegs.

She had no idea
what was happening.

The same thing happened just
before the summer holidays

with another pupil. The blood...

..came through her clothes
in PE. Oh, the poor pet.

She thought she must
have cancer. Oh!

These are girls of ten and 11.

Is something wrong with them
that they keep starting so early?

No, Mr Wetherby.

But there is something wrong with
the way they've been prepared.

SHE SIGHS

Mrs Pamela Heslop?

Doctor's ready for you.
Can my husband come in?

Mothers-to-be only, I'm afraid.

Why do you want US to give the
girls a talk about periods?

Haven't the council got any
slides that you can show them?

I had a desultory flick
through the brochure,

but all the educational material
is aimed at girls of 15 or 16.

It's a bit flamin' late to tell
them what Aunt Flo has in store.

I share your sentiments,
Nurse Corrigan,

even though I wouldn't
express them so... robustly.

I also think they require a thorough
grounding in all the facts of life.

What, including... WHISPERS:
sexual intercourse?

I hope so.

I knew nothing. I
was told nothing.

We all know how that ended.

Or what it began.

You're both much nearer
to their age than I am.

You won't frighten them,
and I think that matters.

The trouble is, Mrs Heslop, if
you were under the consultant

in St Cuthbert's, he would
insist on a hospital delivery

simply because of your age.

My Terry says this is what
counts as a geriatric pregnancy.

My husband's an
enthusiast, Dr Turner.

I quite like
enthusiastic fathers.

This is his first.

He's like a dad to my other
two, but this one's ours.

And if he wants to see it being
born, then I want that too.

We do allow fathers in the delivery
room at the maternity home.

Do you?

Oh, well, that's settled then.

As long as no
complications arise.

But I don't see any
trouble brewing.

Oh, and I have a letter
for Nurse Crane. Hm.

Bless us, oh Lord,
and these, thy gifts,

which we receive by thy bounty.

Amen. ALL: Amen.

I think little of his bounty
when we are faced once more

with a repast of lettuce
and tinned salmon.

It wasn't God that
gave us all those tins.

It was the foreman
from the fish factory.

His little boy was breech.

Besides, tinned salmon is
absolutely chock full of vitamin D.

No rickets for us if we
tuck in twice a week.

By my calculation,
it is thrice already.

Oh!

Nurse Crane, is something amiss?

SHE GASPS

So often I've seen
people run from the room

as though news were an animal
from which they must escape.

If you wish to tell me what has come
to pass, I... I can support you.

If not, simply know
that you are upheld.

I think my life has just
changed, Sister Julienne.

I've come up on
the Premium Bonds.

I've won...

..£5,000.

That's wonderful!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph,
if I'd won £5,000,

I wouldn't go into
a state of collapse.

I'd be running to Carnaby
Street at 90 miles an hour.

You'd have thought
somebody had died.

Ta-dah!

So this is the
illustration of the womb.

Well, I had to do it big enough to
be seen at the back of the class.

Do you think the fallopian
tubes look a bit out of whack?

Well, fallopian tubes
vary from woman to woman.

Besides, I had to
do 'em like that,

otherwise I couldn't
get the ovaries in.

Do you know what? I like it.

All the medical posters
are covered in Latin.

They're not going to mean
anything to girls of ten or 11.

This looks like a human
being did it - not a doctor.

And what's more, I think we
should wear plain clothing.

Me, anyway.

I always wear plain clothes -
they're the only clothes I've got.

Shame you can't come up
on the Premium Bonds.

I can't remember when I had
a second glass of anything.

It's only cream sherry,
and it's for shock.

I'd forgotten I even
had a Premium Bond.

It was a birthday
gift from Mother,

not long before she
became bed-bound.

I was quite vexed with her.

All her life, she'd never so
much as bought a raffle ticket.

And she would not have it that
this was gambling by another name.

Well, I feel she would be
delighted with the outcome.

Well, I feel mean-spirited
because I'm not.

Why not?

Because I've worked so hard to
put by a bit for my old age.

Putting five bob here and ten
bob there into the Post Office.

The car has been my only luxury,

and I've mended the fan belt with
my own support hose before now.

I ration my petrol as if
it were still on coupons.

But starvation in
one's twilight years

has always been such an
intimidating spectre.

And all this time, I've had
no need to fear anything.

There's things I don't
know how to want,

because I knew I
could never have them.

Well, good news isn't so
very different to bad news.

One must adjust to both.

I ought to be over
the moon, Millicent,

and I'm just in a quandary.

DOORBELL RINGS

Hello? Midwife calling.

Come through. She's been
up all night in agony.

Terry, I told you I didn't need
the midwife. It's just heartburn.

She's got through a whole tub
of bicarb since last night.

Oh, and now I'm belching
like nobody's ruddy business.

Off you pop - that tower block
staircase won't plaster itself.

I promise you, Mr Heslop,
she's in safe hands.

I'll start off some
milk of magnesia

and check her blood
pressure while I'm about it.

Oh...

No.

SHE CHUCKLES

What's all this?

Oh, I run a book-keeping
business from home.

It's how I met my Terry.

He was keeping his accounts
on the back of a fag packet.

Got himself in all
kinds of bother.

Very enterprising of you.

Oh, I had no choice.

I had my two eldest
in two years.

My ex-husband didn't earn much.

We couldn't manage, and my
only job was factory shifts.

Shifts and babies
just don't work.

No, I don't suppose they do.

I don't want you to think I'm
grabby or a spendthrift, nurse,

but a decent life costs money,

and working around
children is hard.

So I went to night
school and retrained.

Good for you.

I'm slightly regretting my
offer to act as collection point

for the rummage sale items.

This box contains a number of
very personal... accessories -

none of which seem at
all appropriate for sale.

Sorry. Those are the things
we're taking to illustrate

our menstruation lecture.

At the primary
school? Yes, Sister.

At the primary school.
There's sanitary towels,

sanitary belts, pins,
tampons and sanitary briefs.

Sanitary briefs?

Honestly, you'd be amazed how
things have come on since your day.

SHOP BELL TINKLES

Fred, has any post addressed to me
been delivered here by accident?

It's happened before, with
the bill for my wedding suit

and that card from
Lucille's aunt.

No, mate. Only I'm waiting to
hear about a job. I'm sorry.

If anything arrives, I'll
be straight up them stairs.

Thank you.

The most important thing
to remember is that if ever

you are worried about anything,

older girls and other women
will be so quick to help you.

OK? You don't ever
be afraid to ask.

And speaking of asking, are
there any final questions?

Carol?

If you get period pain, what
tablets should you take?

Well, I find paracetamol
better than aspirin,

but... but you could try either.

And you can try putting a hot
water bottle on your tummy.

Mm. Mind you, that doesn't
really work in PE lessons.

THEY LAUGH

Any more questions?

Very well. We've already told
you about the questions box.

Anything that you feel
too shy to ask out loud,

you can just jot down on paper
and put in here. Anonymously.

Which means you don't
have to put your name on.

Great. We'll read
them all tonight

and we'll come back
tomorrow with the answers.

I had wondered what you'd
planned to do work-wise

once the little one arrived.

I wasn't planning that
far ahead at first.

It was all so unexpected.

A bit like you and
the Premium Bonds.

I'm not discussing
the Premium Bonds.

A bit of good news doesn't
have to alter everything.

But I can't carry on as a
midwife once I've had the baby.

There's too much work, and the
hours are completely unpredictable.

So what are you planning to do?

I'm going to train
as a health visitor.

The hours are more regular,
I'm not wasting my skills,

and I can still
do the job I love.

Call me old-fashioned,
but what does Cyril say?

I haven't told him yet.

I didn't expect this many. We
mustn't have been very good!

"Do dogs go to heaven?"

We're teaching them the facts
of life, not philosophy!

Oh, good Lord.

What?

"What happens to
the egg shells?"

Oh, because I said that the man's
sperm pierces the woman's egg.

Oh, God love 'em!

SHE CONTINUES LAUGHING

"How do you tell the NSPCC?"

Tell them?

Do they mean... ..make
a report to them?

Yeah, they must do.

That's literally all it says.
They haven't even left their name.

You could ask Mr Wetherby if
he recognises the handwriting.

But they're all encouraged to use
standard cursive in fourth year.

Every pupil's will
look the same.

Well, what other
clues could there be?

Bruises? Child cruelty
takes many forms.

And not all bruises show.

One last question
before we finish.

"Do dogs go to heaven?"

THEY LAUGH

Well, the answer is that everything
with a soul goes to heaven.

And if the proof of having a
soul is the ability to feel love,

well, dogs are very
loving animals,

and therefore I think it's safe
to say that they have souls,

and so they go to heaven.

There were one or two questions
in here that we can't answer

because they're a
bit more complicated.

So we're going to leave the
box on Mr Wetherby's desk

and if you want to ask
the question again,

you can just pop it in
and put your name on it.

Even just your initials
will help us to help you.

So...

..you're training to
be a health visitor?

This is news.

It isn't news so much as a plan.

A plan you already
decided on. No.

We agreed long before
we get married,

we will always discuss the
future with each other.

There's not much point in
building a shared life otherwise.

I hadn't thought about what
would happen with your job.

It's not just a
job, it's a career.

A career me travel halfway
around the world for pursue.

You think I came in a 24 bus?

I travelled halfway
around the world too.

But there's no "career"
here for me, just a job.

Me not like the
way you say that.

I don't like the way you
talk about retraining

and requalifying without a thought
as to how we're going to manage.

In the short term,
we'll have to manage.

But in the long term, it would
be the thing that make our life

as a family possible.

Meaning you don't trust
me to be able to do that?

Meaning I don't expect you
for be able to do that.

DOOR OPENS

Cyril... DOOR SLAMS

♪ When I said I needed you

♪ You said you would always stay

DOORBELL RINGS

♪ It wasn't me who
changed but you

♪ And now you've gone away

♪ Don't you see
that now you've gone

♪ And I'm left here on my own

♪ That I have to follow you

♪ And beg you to come home

♪ You don't have
to say you love me

♪ Just be close at hand

♪ You don't have to stay forever

♪ I will understand

♪ Believe me, believe me

♪ I can't help but love you

♪ But believe me I'll
never tie you down... ♪

TRAIN RATTLES

Evening.

Evening, Officer.

You got a home to go to?

Yes, I have.

So what are you doing here?

Taking in the air, doing
a bit of contemplating.

I believe you -
thousands wouldn't.

Move!

♪ God is all of my strength... ♪

DOOR CREAKS

SINGING CONTINUES

It's got the
council frank on it.

I'm sorry, mate. It got put
under a couple of copies

of the Morning Star.

We don't get that many
communists in here these days.

I've got a job, Fred.

I've got a civil
engineering job.

Oh, mate.

Have you got a
hanky? I'm all right.

All the time...

All the time, in all the
years since I arrived,

I never let one tear fall.

I wouldn't.

But now I can, because
I am so all right.

All good things come
to those that wait,

and those who go
to night school!

Fred, I need flowers
- very badly.

I got some roses coming
out on the allotment.

Can I have some? Take them all!

HE LAUGHS

I'm sorry.

Me sorry.

And I have news.

Go straight there, and
don't talk to strangers.

Good morning. We have
had another night of it.

But we are managing.

I'm afraid the back
of your pyjama jacket

isn't quite as fresh
as it ought to be.

Let's change you out of it.

It might be nice to get an actual
shirt out of the wardrobe today,

and perhaps a pair of
slacks. I'll ask Glenda.

What's this?!

Oh, I took a tumble trying
to get in the wheelchair.

This is not good enough!

I'm trying, I'm really trying.

Oh, I don't mean you.

I mean the so-called services
- health and welfare.

You need better
equipment, better support,

and some actual physiotherapy.

You have Sister Julienne's
permission to leave everything

in the entrance hall.

But you may have to remind
her if she has forgotten.

I'm afraid I have first
call on Timothy's services,

and he is required to hand-deliver
urgent samples to St Cuthbert's.

I was told someone had left
a paisley eiderdown in here.

It's been doused in disinfectant
and hung up on the railings.

I got it all over my trousers.

Tim, put the whole lot in the car.
I will drop it off at Nonnatus.

You, come with me.

HE SIGHS

Just 15 minutes.

I'm overdoing it, aren't I?

May only sustained
a minor injury.

I know. The accident will have to be
reported to the children's officer,

next time they send a
report to Hong Kong,

and her mother will
ask how it happened

and why I wasn't taking
better care of her.

The care you give all our
children is exemplary.

If you ever feel that May's life
with us is in any way wanting,

then try to remember
the alternative.

I can't bear to.

I never want her to
be let down again.

Nor do I.

But love should
never be a prison.

Let her scrape her shins a bit.

We can kiss that better.

SHE EXHALES SOFTLY

BELL RINGS

May I help you? I'd like
to see the housing officer

and the medical officer, please
- I don't mind in which order.

They're both very busy men.

I'm sure the editor of the East
London Gazette is a very busy man,

but I'm sure he'll
make time for me

when I tell him of the disgraceful
way an injured and disabled man

has been treated
by this council.

KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.

You don't have to
knock, Deborah.

Is there anything I
can help you with?

It was me who asked
about the NSPCC.

I've been turning it all
over and over in my mind

ever since the day
I got the news.

For a while, all I could
see was bank notes.

And I'm not at ease
with banknotes, Sister.

Some of us take
a vow of poverty.

Others have poverty
forced upon them.

I, for one, never know
whether money or its absence

is the greater trial.

And then I thought, what if
I approached every banknote,

every pound or guinea...

..as an opportunity,
instead of an imposition?

I would imagine that was
almost as disconcerting.

SHE CHUCKLES

I thought of all the
places I've longed to see

and never been to.

And all the holiday
I've never taken.

You have weeks and weeks
of holiday accrued.

As many as... six?

It actually may be a
little more than that.

Because I found this motor-coach
tour in the small ads.

It takes in Bruges, which
I've always fancied.

Then Arras, Paris, Nice,

Montpellier and Spain.

If I could wish you Godspeed
in Espanol, I would.

I'd be back by early November.

And a full week to set
things straight before I go.

A full week! Mm.

I'll be back before you know it.

DOOR CLOSES

Are you sure I can't
persuade you to come with me?

Oh, no!

I suspect the motor coach and I

might have a rather
strained relationship.

I suffer appalling nausea
if I'm not behind the wheel.

Very well.

But thank you for giving me
the confidence to ask. Oh!

That's enough for now,
pet. Button your shirt.

Deborah, you say it's your
mother who disciplines you.

What does she...
discipline you with?

The dog lead.

ON TV: Your daughter, Felicity, she
is Wiggles debutante of the year.

Yeah, she's having a
going back in party...

LAUGHTER

Both children were treated
for greenstick fractures

of the upper arm in
the past three years.

And last Christmas, the little boy
presented with a perforated eardrum.

There's never been any history of
infection, so it could have been

caused by a blow to
the side of the head.

Deborah described frequent beatings
about the head for both of them.

The police will need
to know all of this.

Nurse Franklin, were
you detained somewhere?

I've been reading the Riot
Act to the council offices,

demanding to know why Gordon Packer
has ended up covered in bruises

and on the brink of
clinical depression.

I thought she was the best wife

any man could ask for
in this situation.

Capable, organised, and
utterly committed to his care.

Were you aware of him
suffering any injuries?

Yes.

He was struggling
to transfer himself

into his wheelchair and he...

..he had some
bruising to his back.

Is it possible that Mr Packer
may have been the victim

of domestic violence?

It is.

Oh. And what's
more, I think he...

I think he may have been
the victim of abuse.

They're the same thing, aren't
they? Violence is always abuse.

Abuse isn't always violence.

I also think he's
been covering for her,

and I don't know which is worse.

Are you all set up and ready?

Pamela Heslop's in labour.

I did ascertain it wasn't
heartburn this time.

I do like Mrs Heslop,
and her husband is sweet.

Well, find him something
to keep him occupied.

I'll never get used
to men in the room.

It's like letting
a dog in a cinema.

And if tonight turns
into a long haul,

you pick up that
phone and send for me.

You've come about
Deborah, haven't you?

Yes, we have come about Deborah.

She is always home by now.
Has she been hit by a car?

What have I said?!

I told you, you are always
to come home together!

Deborah has made certain disclosures
to her teacher, Mrs Packer,

and WPC Fuller would like
to discuss them with you.

Well, there are certain disclosures
I wouldn't mind making myself,

like that child is liar.
She is devious, dishonest,

and she is doing all
of this for attention.

We have had trouble at home.

As Nurse Franklin will tell you.

But for all the trouble
that child gives me,

I would never have sunk so low
as to bring round the police!

It's all right, David.

Mrs Packer, I've
spoken to your daughter

and I'm going to speak to you

and every other member
of your household.

Nurse Franklin, can
you inform Mr Packer

that I'll need to
interview him? DOOR OPENS

You don't need to.

I heard what's happening
through the door.

Glenda, before WPC
Fuller goes any further,

I think you should show her what
you just picked up from the table.

If you would.

A dog lead?

And we haven't got a dog.

I'm ready with the gas if she
needs it, whenever she needs it.

Pam's been coping up very
well with her contractions,

but you stay there,
just in case.

I feel all bunged up, like I'm
not opening out the way I should.

You're several fingers
dilated, precious.

You're doing wonderful work. Oh.

But I'm afraid, Pam, you have
what we in the trade call

a loaded rectum.

Is that dangerous? No.

It's essentially
simple constipation,

but it's making you
uncomfortable now,

and it might not be
very convenient later.

I had enemas with my other two.

I'm not going to put you
through that at this stage.

But we could try a
suppository - that might help.

Mm. How long will
it take to work?

Oh, does it matter how long it
takes, Terry? I just want it out!

The stuff that's
loading up the rectum?

No, the ruddy baby!

I'm sorry if it's not
happening fast enough.

I'm sorry if it's
boring and disgusting,

but that's what
childbirth is like.

Mr Heslop, your
wife is distressed.

Does she need the gas? No.

She needs some time alone
with me, her midwife,

and for you to go and sit
on the chairs in reception.

Oh.

FROM OTHER ROOM: Nothing
but trouble, every single...

Where's Deborah?

She's being well looked after.

I can take you to join
her, if you'd like.

But I can't leave my dad.

She... she might hurt him.

..very well, thank
you very much.

You look at me...

If we could keep to the details.

What do you know
about raising kids,

running a house, managing
illness and filth?

I bet you aren't even married.

I don't see many good adverts
for it. Neither did he.

Growing up, his mother
wasn't even all there.

My mother was
educationally subnormal.

He didn't know anything.

He doesn't now. Ate with
his hands when I met him.

He'd never been shown how to
eat with a knife and fork.

You were grateful to
me for civilising you.

And doing better by our kids.

I wasn't grateful
that you beat them,

and I wasn't leaving
them alone with you

for one day longer
than I had to.

Everybody smacks their kids.

All right? And you
never said nothing

till you wound me up yourself.

Fractures, perforated eardrums
and lashings with a dog lead

are a matter for the courts.

I think it's best if you
come down to the station.

I shouldn't have snapped
at Terry. I shouldn't have.

He wants to see this
baby born so much.

And he still can, Pam.

But you can't be putting
any energy into making sure

he has an enjoyable experience.

You have work to
do, and so have I.

Am I being a difficult patient?

No, you are not.

Everything I do in
this room is for you.

That is my task
and my privilege.

For the next few hours,
there is nothing and no-one

in the room that
matters more than you

and the baby you
are giving birth to.

Do you hear me? Yes.

Good. I'll be back soon.

I'll take a chance to
spend a penny myself.

SHE CHUCKLES

DOOR CLOSES

Thought I'd take advantage
of the kitchenette.

Do you have sugar, Nurse? One.

Nurse!

Ooh, ooh!

Ah, I've got to push, I've
got to push, I've got to push.

Precious, stay calm
and try not to push.

Blow. Ohh!

Like this.

SHE PANTS

Come on, girl, I'll
do it with you.

Ooh... Ooh.

There's no need for
me to examine you.

I can already see Baby's head.

SHE SCREAMS

Now, you just listen
to me and do as I say.

Everything's going
to be just fine.

Ohh. Ohh...

That's it - blow.

SHE EXHALES

There's scum on that.

Really?

It won't ever get to court.

He'll change his mind.

He'll probably change his story.

Love runs very
deep in our house.

We nearly have this
baby, precious.

This is the perfect position
to get those shoulders out.

Oh, are they big? Is it big?

It's a rugby player!

BABY CRIES FIERCELY

It's a girl. Oh!

And she is beautiful!

HE LAUGHS

BABY CONTINUES CRYING

Bless you, Nurse Robinson.

You've got tears in your eyes.

Oh! I'm just going to
clamp and cut the cord.

You should have called me before
that delivery, not afterwards.

Come on, let's get
these shoes off.

I'm worried about
Pam's blood pressure -

it seems on the high side.

I've already checked
it, it's coming down.

I think she might
have a small tear.

It might need a stitch.

At the end of duty, I'm
going to drive you home.

In the meantime, you will rest.

I will sort out Mrs Heslop.

And Miss!

I should have seen the signs.

In that flat.

Those children.

It's the way they looked -
neat and compliant and...

..frozen.

It's the look of a child
who knows they're...

..always standing on
the edge of an abyss.

Are you trained
to spot the signs?

Shouldn't have to.

I grew up feeling like that,

and all I wanted to do was
to make everyone feel better.

You've never stopped
wanting that, have you?

If I can find just one person

where the love and
the empathy I feel

is equal to the
difference I can make...

I wasn't ill, but...

..you cared for me.

I didn't know I loved you then.

I'm not going to say,
"Do you love me now?"

Because tonight...

..I don't need you to answer.

But I am going to say...

..I love you.

Because tonight I
need you to know.

We're going to go through the
list of names when she wakes up.

We both like Sharon, and Karen.

It's not like we
can call her both,

because Sharon Karen
Heslop just sounds daft.

SHE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

I think I'm
miscarrying, Phyllis.

I think you might
be right, lass.

It's like my whole
period is coming at once,

all the pain and
all the bleeding.

I think I need a receiver.
I never had time to get one.

I'll fetch you one, lass.

SOBS

It's like a miracle, motherhood.

What about fatherhood?

It's just magic. Hm.

The ambulance will
be here shortly.

Pound to a penny
they'll give you a D&C.

But it looks so complete
in the receiving dish.

You can even see the shape
of it inside the sac.

I know.

There's just more bleeding than
I think is entirely normal.

I think I might
need a fresh pad.

I'll fetch you one.

And I'm going to call Cyril.

BABY CRIES SOFTLY

I'm really sorry
that there's no lift.

At least it can't break down.

You can have home visits
if you're housebound.

I can't afford to be housebound,
mate, I've got two kids.

WHEELCHAIR CLATTERS

It's always sensible
to check any discomfort

when there's a
catheter in place.

But I'm seeing no sign of
infection, I'm pleased to say.

You don't need any additional
worries at the moment. No, I don't.

At least I know I can
get here if I need to.

If I can look after myself,
then I can look after the kids.

Are you going to press
charges against your wife?

If she goes in front
of the magistrates,

it might help me to get custody.

Although I hate that word.

It makes it sound like the
kiddies are being punished.

When what you want is to
stop them being brutalised.

I'd never met a
manager like her.

Clean, neat, busy.

Sharp as a pin.

It was perfect.

Except it wasn't.

It's what you have to let
them do to keep it that way.

I'm not going back.

She's not coming back.

And Debbie and David
aren't going anywhere.

I need all the help I can get.

We will get you so much help.

We'll put you down for
a ground-floor flat,

on medical recommendation,

and I will make sure that you are
fully reassessed by St Cuthbert's.

They should never have let you out
without a proper plan in place.

It was what Glenda wanted.

And I was worried
about the kids.

I understand. I can't be less
of a father than I was before.

I'm going to have to be more.

Well, that is the last time
I buy a gross of Battenberg

from the cash and carry.

I've hardly sold any and
they're all going stale.

Well, people have mixed
feelings about marzipan. Hmm.

I've brought some
jumble. Jumble?

Oh, well, you need to
leave it in the porch

over at Nonnatus House, dear.

What have you found,
then? Cricket pads...

..comics, a teapot,
and a skittle.

Can't have much of a
game with one skittle.

Here, have a couple
of gobstoppers.

If you'd have brought me a full set,
I'd have given you a chocolate bar.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

I'm hoping Nurse Crane
will perk up a bit

after a slice of
this homity pie.

She looks completely drained
after having been on hand

for poor Nurse Robinson.

Oh, such sad news.

And of course, none of us
even knew she was expecting.

Is everything as it should be?

Oh, it's from my
godmother, Daphne.

In Portofino.

She's seriously ill.

Is it visiting time?

I would have fought my
way in if I'd had to.

But yes, it's visiting time.

Nobody's breaking any
rules, Nurse Robinson.

I thought I'd be better at it.

At what? Carrying a baby.

Losing a baby, too.

But all my training...

..all my expertise
meant nothing.

You don't need to talk.

I couldn't prevent it, and I
couldn't say, "Miscarriage happens."

Because it was happening to me.

And you.

Sometimes we don't
get to be the expert.

When I'm pastoring, I'm
full of all kinds of wisdom.

I say to people, "Have faith."

"Have hope."

"Be strong and courageous."

But when I'm down
and nearly out...

..I'm as human and
helpless as everybody else.

Still not as though
you're ashamed.

There's no shame in not winning.

Only in not waiting to
see what happens next.

Are your godmother's doctors
absolutely certain that it's cancer?

There doesn't seem to
be any doubt at all.

Even so, if she has
good support around her,

then she may do well.

But she doesn't have
good support around her.

She's fluttered through life
like some beautiful, vivid bird,

all gloss and plumage.

Sadly, that sort of existence
doesn't give you roots,

or a home,

or anyone to care for
you when you're wounded.

DOOR CLOSES

If you are called to go
to her, you must respond,

no matter whether the
invocation comes from her pen

or from within yourself.

FAINTLY: Help!

It does come from within myself.

She's given me so much.

That dress allowance
is no small matter.

Nursing me through the
worst of my addiction

was no small matter either.

Help!

Stop.

Don't come down the stairs.

I'm holding what appears to be
an unexploded incendiary bomb

left from the war.

We found two more skittles.
Can we have a chocolate bar?

Go on, then.

Hup. Hup.

Careful. Come on,
let's have a look.

SIREN BLARES

OVER LOUDSPEAKER:
Please keep well back.

The device is on the
table in a bucket of sand.

Army is on their way.

Past the cordon as quickly
as you can, ladies.

You speak as if we
have no experience

of ordnance and explosions.

May I remind you,
we endured a war,

and emerged intact.

OVER TANNOY: Please keep your
children and animals with you.

What's happened to Nurse Crane?

We informed her of
the evacuation plan,

but would she pay heed?
Oh! She would not.

Put these on.

You can't be giving
orders in your civvies.

Well, what about the trousers?

Well, you can change in the
shed or behind the bins.

I've got my Rolodex!

Trixie! Matthew!

Oh, get behind the cordon!

This isn't Here
To Ruddy Eternity.

OVER TANNOY: There will shortly
be a controlled explosion.

Three, two, one.

EXPLOSION

Battenberg cake. Get
your Battenberg cake!

Fred Buckle!

You did not go back
inside that shop.

Come on, Monty,
what's the latest?

Sit tight and wait
for the all clear.

It'll all be over by Christmas.

SHE CHUCKLES

I'm going to have
to go, Matthew.

To your godmother?

In Italy.

I might not be able to
cure her or save her...

..but I can nurse
her and cherish her

and stop her being lonely.

How long will you be gone for?

I don't know.

But I will be back.

I do know that.

Well, if you need me...

..I will come to you.

I need you to stay here
and keep my life warm.

People say love hurts.

That is not true.

Love that wounds is not
love, but its opposite.

And if love cannot
cure all ills,

it can heal, and
it can strengthen.

Love is our blood
and in our bones.

The question is not always
who we love, but why,

not where we go, but when.

And how we stay tethered
when our roots are torn

and we're scattered
on the breeze.

What would we be without love,
and what would be our purpose?

I'll be back.

Only the heart
knows the answers.

Let it beat as it
will, and as it must.

The heart is wise and
will never lose its way.

There's someone among us
about to meet our maker.

We're a collective.

How are you managing to
cope in these conditions?

Free from what? All the
rules on how we should live.

I wonder if her return
has come too early.

Spiritualism is a religion,
not a parlour game.

He's standing there
right next to you.

Measles could be eradicated.