All language subtitles for Call the Midwife S12E06

MATURE JENNIFER: A new
beginning is a welcome thing.

A new week, a new job,
a new term at school.

Each brings the thrill
of a clean slate,

a shining start.

Donny's off sick,
so you've got extra.

I'll pay you a bit more.

Ta very much, Mr Buckle.

The heart leaps up at
the chance to try again,

to do our best,

to sow the seed of
something that will grow.

ALARM CLOCK RINGS

Autumn is when we plant
the promises of spring...

unsullied, pure and perfect.

I should have received
this over an hour ago.

Sorry, missus. Donny's off sick.

I live within yards, and
there is no excuse to be late.

And it's Miss.

SIGHS

MATTHEW GROANS

TRIXIE: I'll get out.

It'll be quicker on foot.

I'll be glad when you don't
have to pack a suitcase

to come and see me,

and I can wake up next
to you every morning.

Oh, Matthew...

It was so lovely to get away.

Did you the power of good.

Yeah.

You do rather excel at taking my
mind off things, Nurse Franklin.

Oh! Good morning, Nurse
Franklin. Morning.

I'm so sorry.

There were hold-ups at
Westminster and Poplar.

You're first midwife on call.

Now, did you and Mr Aylward
enjoy your weekend away?

We did.

He desperately needed a
break after the funeral.

He's so concerned
about his mother,

he never thinks of himself.

How is Lady Aylward?

Taking each day as it comes.

That's all you can do,
take each day as it comes.

I came to bid good morning.

Morning, Sister.
Must change, sorry.

You want us to arrange
medicals for child workers?

The administration for it
alone could take hours.

In the last week, I
have seen children

skivvy in kitchens,

work in factories
and the markets.

The conditions are atrocious
- some as bad as Hong Kong.

Someone needs to
look out for them.

I agree, in principle, but...

It's one evening clinic with
routine medical checks, that's all.

It could reach the vulnerable.

But one evening clinic only.

The diary is full of
prior commitments.

Excellent. When?

Well, you're available at the
end of this week, Dr Turner.

Thursday evening?

Thursday evening. Perfect.

Heather O'Dwyer.

INDISTINCT RESPONSE

She doesn't appear
to be in our records.

ON PHONE: She says the pain
won't stop and there's water...

Take some deep breaths.
Where is she now?

Go back to her, and I'll
be as quick as I can.

BIKE BELL RINGS
Midwife coming through!

WOMAN SCREAMS INDOORS

No, thank you.

WOMAN WAILS AND SOBS

Oh, thank goodness you're here.

She says the pain won't stop,

and there's water
all over the floor.

Hello, Heather. I'm Nurse
Franklin. I'm a midwife.

How often are you
getting the pains?

GROANS All the time.

How many weeks' pregnant
are you, sweetie?

Dunno. I ain't told no-one.

Right, Heather. I need
you to lie on the sofa

so that I can feel your tummy
to see which way baby's lying.

HEATHER GRUNTS

GROANING

Good. Baby's in
the right position.

I'm going to listen
to baby's heart now.

FAINT HEARTBEATS

Lovely and strong.

GROANS LOUDLY

Breathe through it. That's it.

EXHALES SLOWLY A
nice big breath.

Good girl, Heather.

I'll need to examine
you down below

because your baby will come
out through your undercarriage.

When I check down there,
I'll have a good idea

how soon that will be.

Can you collect as
many clean towels,

sheets and newspapers
as you can?

The towels won't get ruined, will
they? My mother wouldn't like that.

Do what she says, Nigel!

So is there any chance
you would swap with me?

I know it's your evening
surgery on Thursday.

I can't change the day
or the time, I'm afraid.

It's important that my constituents
are able to speak to me.

These ARE your constituents.

And it's a council initiative.

How about the slot after me?

Now, the Spanish dancing
teacher's away on holiday.

Ah. Spain?

Skegness - not so
keen on the heat.

And I'll make sure that Mr Buckle
signs up with his paper boys.

Paper boys?

SHE GROANS

You're doing so well, sweetie.

SOBS

I've brought some water.

Nigel. Is that it? DOOR SLAMS

Oh, my goodness. She's not...

You never said she was pregnant!

We haven't told anyone, Mum.

And she's having it
now? On my new rug?

Do her parents know?

No! And you're not to tell 'em!

Gonna be hard hiding a baby.

Could you get plenty of warm water
for me, please, Mrs... er...?

Jones.

Goodness' sake... Go and get some
more towels and keep out the way.

The next time you
have a contraction,

I want you to push with
all your might, Heather.

No screaming.

Save all your energy
for pushing baby out.

No. I can't do it!

It's too hard.

It won't come out.
You're doing it.

No! You're nearly there.

Keep pushing. Keep
pushing, good girl.

Keep going.

Keep pushing. That's
it, well done!

Head's out.

One more push.

With your next contraction,
the baby's shoulders,

and he'll be here.

Come on, sweetie,
you're nearly there.

SHE STRAINS

You have a beautiful
baby daughter.

BABY CRIES

She's perfect.

They arrive at 5:30,
finish by seven,

enough time to get some
shuteye before school,

and I pay extra for Sundays
because the bag's heavier.

How heavy?

I hope you're not implying
I don't look after them.

All my boys get a scarf
in the winter, and a hat.

Of course she's
not implying that.

It's a council scheme,

and I want you setting a
good example, Fred Buckle.

FAINT CONVERSATIONS

PASSER-BY: Hello.

DOG WHINES

Where is your proprietrix?

DOG WHINES

Oh, let me help you.

Good boy.

DOG WHINES

YELPS

See?

That didn't hurt, did it?

TRIXIE: Unbooked mother
and healthy newborn.

Could you run a nice
warm bath, Nurse Crane?

I'll give this one a bottle.

Is mother not feeding baby?

Not at the moment. Maybe later.

I'll bring you a cup
of tea with two sugars

and get that bath running.

Can I leave this
here, Mr Buckle?

What is it?

It's to help me be quicker.

I hate to say this -

I've had a complaint
about you today.

Late with the papers.

Joey, lad, what's going on?

I was a bit tired, Mr Buckle.

I'm sorry.

Don't sack me!

I need this job.

I'll be faster with
my pram. Oi, oi, oi.

No-one's talking
about sacking ya.

You're one of my best
boys. Now, wait there.

Dr Turner and the health
visitor are running a clinic.

It's a council thing
for kids that work.

What's it about?

A sort of health MOT - check you
over, make sure you're all right,

make sure you're not
being mistreated.

HE CHUCKLES You want me to lie?

Oi!

Now... Thursday.
Clinic. Florrie. Phwoot!

Ah, yes. I see the tear.

It's very small.

It doesn't need stitches.

Good. That can be
quite uncomfortable.

I can't stop crying.

I don't know what's
going on with me.

When was your last period?

It'll give us an idea if
baby's early, or just small.

I dunno, I...

I only started last year.

How old are you, lass?

15.

And your parents don't know?

DR TURNER: Well, we
should contact them.

They're away till the
first of September.

Oh, it's the second
today, sweetie.

Bloody hell.

Don't call them. You
can't let them know.

You've got to keep it...
What's it? ..confidential!

Sorry, Heather. You're
15. I must tell them.

DOOR CLOSES

CYRIL: Thank you for
coming, Mrs Buckle.

I've had my stitches out and
the nurse said I'm healing well.

With my holiday and sick leave,

I have two weeks off.

Lucille and I agreed it was
the right use of our savings

for me to get a
ticket to Jamaica.

When are you going?

Tomorrow morning.

Oh! Nurse Crane is kindly
taking me to the airport.

I can't think of anything better

than for you to get some sun

and be with the person you love,

and for you two to
sort out any problems.

A baby?!

She's still a child herself.

How did we not know?

Teenage pregnancies can
often be very well hidden.

Heather was scared,
anxious of you knowing.

What did she have, Doctor?

A girl.

And she is perfect.

A little small,
but she's thriving.

What will happen to her?

Ultimately, it
will depend on you.

Heather's a minor,

and we will still need to
speak to Social Services.

I know it's a big shock
for you both, but...

Heather is still a child.

She needs your support.

Martin! Trevor!

Look at the state of your ears.

Go in the kitchen. You're
going to be late for school.

I told 'em to wash, but
they wouldn't listen.

WATER RUNS

I had a bad night.
JOEY: Martin!

Gah, you're neck's filthy
and all. Go get the coats.

Trevor!

You both wash yourselves
tomorrow, yeah? Yeah.

HE SIGHS I'll clear
out that skin, Dad.

I'll change your sheets after
taking the boys to school.

Hey. Hey, hey.

You're a good boy.
You know that?

God'll let me
straight into heaven.

Did you read this, Dad?

Mr Buckle gave it me yesterday.

Empty that out for us,
would ya? HE SNIFFLES

Don't reckon I'll have time to
go. Some nosey council scheme.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Come on. Go, go.

BABY CRIES

Is that Heather O'Dwyer's
baby? Are you her parents?

Would you like to come in?

FATHER CHUCKLES SOFTLY

She's such a tiny little thing.

She's five pound five.
She's doing very well.

Some clothes for
Heather and the baby.

Is she feeding her?

We're giving her a bottle.
Heather wasn't up to feeding baby.

So she's not named her?

Not yet, no.

Well, you've done it now.

A baby, Heather! What
were you thinking?

Did your brother know? He was
meant to keep an eye on you.

No, Dad. I hid it every
time Sean came round.

I wasn't showing, not much.

Who else knows about this?

Nigel.

His mum only found
out when I had it.

Well, you're getting married
the moment you're 16.

Course, it can't be in
church. No, the shame of it!

I don't want to marry
Nigel! I don't love him.

He was my first boyfriend,
he'd better not be my last.

Sweet Jesus...
You're disgusting!

Mrs O'Dwyer, these
questions can wait.

Back to bed, Heather. Rest.

What did you think would happen
when you had the baby, Heather?

I-I dunno. I thought I could give
her away without you knowing.

Give away your own flesh and
blood like she's nothing?

I wanted her to
have a better life.

Better than yours?
You ungrateful...

That's enough. Please leave.
Heather needs her rest.

MOTHER TUTS

I'm not giving her
up cos I don't care.

I can't care...

..because she'll be going...

off with a new family.

That isn't really your
decision, sweetie.

What do you mean? I had her!

You're a minor. It's your parents'
and Social Services' decision.

Would you like to see her?

SHE SOBS

I cannot lie.

My heart always falls a
little at sliced Spam.

Colette loves it. She tried
Spam fritters last week.

First for me as well.

But, erm, I'll always try
something once. Thank you.

Gratitude should wait
until after partaking.

MUFFLED LAUGHTER

Sorry I'm late.

Just dropped Cyril
off at Heathrow.

I hope he finds
the trip beneficial

and we see them both very soon.

And how are your wedding
preparations coming along?

We found a lovely little
church in Chelsea.

We're still firming up the
dates. It will be November.

Gosh, two months!
Oh. Time is ticking.

The bells are
provisionally booked

but I still need to
work out the music,

the hymns, the readings, the order
of service... There's so much.

I have every confidence that you
will have it all under control.

You overestimate
my capabilities.

Ah, now, I've never seen anyone
so organised about anything.

Have your bridesmaids confirmed?

Yes. Cousin Polly's twins.

They're blonde, six
and look like me.

It will give a wonderful
symmetry to the wedding photos.

I just need to do
their fittings.

Gosh, lass, you're
cutting it a bit fine.

I'm seeing them soon.

DOG WHINES

Oh!

Dogs are not sanctioned within.

DOG WHIMPERS

I am not the legislator.

WHINES

HEATHER SIGHS

Your temperature's rather
high. How are you feeling?

BABY CRIES SOFTLY Hot and bored.

ANGRILY: And that baby
won't stop crying.

It's giving me a headache.

Yes, well, I'm afraid
that's what babies do.

There's rather an odour.

When was the last time
you changed your pad?

When I woke up.

You must change it
every few hours.

I think you have an infection.
I'll fetch Dr Turner.

Looks like you have visitors.

Keep it brief, please.

I'd like Dr Turner
to see her shortly.

Heather? Hello. I'm Miss
Scriven, child welfare officer.

What are you here for?

She's here to work out
what we do with you.

You're coming home
with the baby.

Deal with your mistake.

I want to work out how
to support Heather.

That's slightly different.

Would you tell her there's no more
of her shenanigans and carrying on?

You know, I can hear what
you're saying. I am here.

Heather, we haven't finished
yet. I need to go and change.

Oh! This is a most
promising start.

Please enter.

I talked to the chemist.
He said to give this a go.

Thought we could
try it on your back.

They'll say anything
to get your money.

You've got to give
it a try, Dad.

Maybe it'll work this time.

HE SIGHS

You should speak to the doctor.

Stan knocked for you earlier. He
said he hadn't seen you all summer.

I've been busy, ain't I?

You shouldn't be too busy for
your mates. You gotta make time.

Like this clinic thing.

You need to go.
No, Dad, I'm tired.

Exactly. You're always
tired. You can tell 'em that.

I don't want you
ending up like me, son.

And I don't want them coming
round here poking their noses.

We can't keep Miss Scriven
waiting any longer.

I'm afraid Heather's gone.

What do you mean? Gone where?

We don't know, but she's
not here in the building.

What about the baby?

The baby's still in the nursery.

Can you go home in
case she turns up?

I don't think she'll
have gone far.

See what a problem she is?

Jane Fellows.

Now, Eddie, if you could remove your
jumper before you go on the scales.

Did you get this whilst you
were working at the fish market?

I didn't set the
fish fast enough.

My boss got cross. Your boss?
It doesn't hurt now, though.

It shouldn't have hurt at all.
You shouldn't have been hit.

I'll need to get the
doctor to take a look.

How long have you
had this, Barry?

About a month. Started
halfway through the holidays.

Can you stand on
the scales for me?

You are very underweight.

How often do you eat?

I always try and eat once a day.

I will give you a prescription
to clear the rash.

Sister Veronica can tell you
about free school dinners.

Dr Turner, do you have a moment?

I've not seen her
since you left.

I came to visit,
but she was asleep.

We left a present for the baby.

How is she? Do the
parents know yet?

The baby's doing well. Her
parents have been informed.

If you'll excuse me, I
need to find Heather.

Thank you so much. Thank
you. Oh, you're very welcome.

SIGHS

I've found impetigo, worms,

nits, mistreatment,
malnutrition...

The list goes on.

They're being exploited.

Cheap labour and
appalling conditions.

This shouldn't be happening
in the welfare state.

Thank you, Sister,
for suggesting it.

You can live with me and
Mum, you and the baby.

I can't afford a place
of my own just yet

but I want to do
the right thing.

I don't want to marry
you, Nigel, or any of it.

I didn't mean to have a baby.

Then what do you want?

It's obviously not me.

I keep thinking about how
tiny she was, her little face.

Who does she look
like? Hope it's not me.

I don't know.

I-I ain't seen her. Why not?

She's not sick, is she? No.

I... I...

I just haven't felt like it.

You ain't seen your own kid?

Don't you love her at least?

Mum said you were a tart.

So?

What did your mum and dad say?

I don't give a crap
what anyone else thinks.

Heather...

carry on like this,
and you'll have no-one.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

DOOR OPENS

I'm Joey Fletcher.

Joseph.

Late again?

Rather a habit.

If you could wait
a few moments...

How are you feeling?

Your breathing's a little fast.

Tired. It's all
them early starts.

You have swollen glands,

and these bruises as well.

I'm concerned.

You're underweight.

You're not going to
tell Mr Buckle, are you?

I need that job.

The truancy officer told me your
school attendance could be better.

Yeah. I do well,
though. Ask him.

I did.

They said you were
grammar school material.

With them poshos? No, thanks!

HE LAUGHS I went
to grammar school.

It was far from posh.

I will take some blood samples

and then we can work out
how to get you better.

I told her parents if
there's no sign of her,

we'll have to inform the police.

Poor girl. DOOR OPENS ABRUPTLY

I'm sorry.

Thank goodness you came back!

Running never solves anything.

BOTTLE CLINKS

DOG WHINES

Oh...

Hello again!

You are still prohibited
from entering.

DOG WHINES

But you were sent at
a time of loneliness,

and we must accept
what we are sent.

Come inside.

I have a name for you that
works most advantageously.

Nothing!

Good boy!

Joey's medical records say

he lives with his
parents and two brothers.

His father saw us once about a
skin condition two years ago.

I should pay a
tactful home visit

whilst you wait for the
results of the blood tests.

Agreed.

I'll also write directly to
the council about this scheme.

It should run at the start
of every school term.

It's been eye-opening.

SHE SNIFFS

HEATHER PANTS

Going by the tenderness of your
uterus and your temperature,

you've got a
puerperal infection.

Will I be all right?

You will after some antibiotics.

They'll treat the infection.

You should feel much
better very soon.

Meantime, we'll move
you to your own room.

I'm nothing but a big mistake.

No, no, you're not.

You're not very well, which
makes life feel impossible.

In a few days' time, you'll feel
different, I promise. Trust me.

When I'm better,
can I see my baby?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Who is it? Sister
Veronica, health visitor.

The door was open.
I-I did... knock.

Erm...

I've come about Joey.

We saw him last night at a
clinic for working children.

Where's Mrs Fletcher?

She left. A year and a half ago.

What did you want
to say about Joey?

He isn't well.

We don't know why.

The doctor did some blood tests.

I presume Joey has been carrying
the burden since your wife left?

I do what I can.

I don't like to go out.

We're fine. We can cope.

Joey shouldn't be coping alone.

There are agencies
which can help.

Social services?

No, thanks.

They split families apart.

Not always. I grew up in a home
cos they said my mum couldn't cope.

Don't you try and tell
me what it's like! No!

No, thanks.

You said what you had to say.

Get out.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

BABY FUSSES

Can I hold her?

Of course you can.
You're her mother.

Is she angry with me
I haven't seen her?

She's just happy to be with you.

She'll know your voice.

She heard it every day.

Mr Fletcher's skin
condition is very bad.

I suspect psoriasis.
RINGING TONE

Joey's doing everything -

looking after his brothers,
cooking, cleaning and

financially supporting the family.
The more I hear, the worse it gets.

Dr Turner, Joey
Fletcher's results are in.

The hospital insists
on speaking to you.

Dr Turner.

FAINT WHEEZING

Joey?

Are you all right?

Mum!

Joey? What's happened?

I'm all right. Sorry. Let's get
you to Dr Turner. Can you stand?

Right, I'll carry you, then.

I'll call. I'll say
that you're on your way.

Oh! Sister, could Colette
talk to you later?

She has a special request.

As long as she knocks first.

Oh, Sister, are you all right?

Oh, no, it's Nothing.

Nothing. Don't let me
stop you from leaving.

DOG WHIMPERS

What was that?

It was Nothing!

OK. Yeah.

DOOR CLOSES

SIGHS

See?

A most advantageous
name. WHINES

CHUCKLES

EXHALES SLOWLY, THEN WINCES

And again.

Big breath in. And out.

I've had your blood tests back.

You are very
poorly, and anaemic.

There aren't enough red blood
cells to carry around your oxygen,

and that's why you're so tired.

I'm sending you to
hospital immediately.

No!

I gotta go home.

My mum'll worry.

Sister Veronica
visited your home.

We know your mum isn't there.

We know you're looking
after everyone.

If I go to hospital,

what'll happen to them?

You can't make
me. Hey, hey, hey!

Joey, lad, listen to the doctor.

He's helping ya.

You have no choice
in the matter.

I'm afraid you're far
too ill to go home.

I'll talk to your father.

Nurse Franklin,
thank you for coming.

I thought it'd be
easier to talk here.

How are Heather and Baby?

Heather's infection
is well under control.

Baby's thriving. And for
the first time today,

Heather spent half an
hour with the baby.

That sounds much more promising.

Has she named her yet?

No.

But there's real affection.

SCOFFS

Nurse Franklin, I've just
explained that the council proposes

Heather is placed under
a supervision order

to return home with our
support, help and guidance.

When will THIS happen?

It'll go to juvenile court
in the next fortnight.

Heather's going to court?

What about what SHE wants?

What if she doesn't want

to return home? The
baby will come here.

Heather will go
elsewhere, under our care.

Does Heather have a
say in any of this?

I will act in her
best interests.

Why can't he have
the tests here?

Because Joey is
seriously unwell.

When I examined him,

he had an enlarged
liver and spleen.

That's far from normal.

And that's why I had to send
him to hospital. So what is it?

I wouldn't want to say
until we have the facts.

But it's bad? Joey can
no longer help you.

Is there anyone else who can?

Then, it has to be you.

How? Look at me.

Look at my face.

Mr Fletcher, you
have no other choice.

Joey is sick, and
he's worked himself

into the ground to support you.

Come to my surgery tomorrow

and we can discuss
your treatment.

I brought you these.

How you doing?

Never laid in anything so clean.

You'll be able to rest.

No early-morning starts for you.

Why do they need to do a bone
marrow test on me tomorrow?

They probably just want
to rule things out.

Be nothing to worry about.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Enter, if you must.

Go on, Colette.

Sister, my teacher asked us

to paint a portrait
of someone inspise...

Inspirational.

She picked you.

I am not inspirational.

I am merely God's servant,
doing his bidding.

But I am happy to agree.

Oh, thank you. I'll
go get your things.

His name is Nothing,
so we need not lie.

He is all alone.

Can I stroke him?

Mm.

This is your only
real option right now.

You'll still be with your baby.

Miss Scriven will
help and support you,

and so will your parents.

Mum'll love telling everyone
what a bad person I am.

You know they never
wanted any more children.

Mum said I was a drink
too many at a party.

A mistake.

That's my family nickname.

Mistake. Oh, Heather,

that's not what you are at all.

It's imperative you
try to make this work

with your parents, sweetie.

They could be your
baby's guardians.

If it doesn't...

..you two may be separated.

But she's my daughter.

And I know her name now.

It's Keely.

How's the portrait coming along?

There is NOTHING we
enjoy more. BOTH CHUCKLE

CLEARS THROAT I wondered
if we might give thought

to Nurse Franklin's wedding.

You were wondering
about readings.

I have a wonderfully apt list.

I've marked the ones of note.

And I could help
you find some hymns.

We could listen to them
together. There's such a variety.

Oh, and you can have
other music, too.

You could have a jazz quartet.

Oh, yes, I do like a live band.
Something less traditional, too.

Sister Monica Joan, I believe

you had some thoughts.

No.

I have Nothing on my mind.

GIGGLES

That's the anaesthetic.

Should take the sting off a bit.

Now, you'll need to be a
very brave young man for me.

WINCES

EXHALES SHAKILY

Well done, Joey.

And we'll start aspirating now.

Well done.

You can put your top back on.

Now, have you heard
of psoriasis before?

It's an issue with
your immune system.

Your body makes too
many skin cells,

and the process of new
skin turning into old skin

and shedding happens
at an accelerated rate.

That's why it keeps flaking off?

Exactly.

Was there something which
happened before it started?

My wife said she was
going to leave me.

Left a few months later.

I mean,

how can you love someone
who looks like this, eh?

We can't cure it,

but there's a lot we can do
to relieve your symptoms.

CLEARS THROAT

I'm trying to paint your
face, Sister Monica Joan.

I'm sorry.

I keep forgetting. SIGHS

Be still and know that I am God.

SISTER MONICA JOAN
INHALES SHARPLY

Less than a week back at
school, and they all have nits.

That must be a record!

GIRLS LAUGH, TV
PLAYS IN BACKGROUND

ON TV: What was the year
of the Indian mutiny?

Children, you can all go upstairs,
and don't touch your hair.

BOTH: Aww... Go on.

That's it.

That was Dr Gallagher,
Joey's consultant.

He has leukaemia.

Oh, Patrick.

That young boy...

Can it be treated?

Dr Gallagher's worked
on a new programme

for other young people with it.

He found that the chemotherapy
induced remission in some cases.

So there is hope for him.

Shows some early
promise, at least.

But, Shelagh, the
side-effects are brutal.

Does Joey know?

Only his parents will be told.

I'm going to be starting you
on a series of treatments.

You'll be staying
here, in the hospital.

What have I got, Doctor?

No need to worry about that now.
Let's concentrate on getting you

better. You'll be on a drip.

Is it cancer?

Nan had that.

What will Dad do if I'm here?

He can't cope! He's
started treatment.

And I've talked to your mother.

She's coming back for
a while to look after

Martin and Trevor,
and to see you.

Mum's coming back?

Here?

BABY FUSSES

♪ Oh, but there are
just some things

♪ Time can never mend

♪ Thank God you've
come into my arms again

♪ Cos now you're showing
me what life is for

♪ I'm feeling like
I've never before

♪ Gone is the misery... ♪

These new ointments work
alongside these new tablets.

The doctor sounded pleased

and said your skin
was responding well.

KNOCK ON DOOR

That's her.

Shall I let her in?

DOOR OPENS

Your mum's back.

GASPS I've missed you.

You two go play outside, yeah?

Cancer?

He's only young.

How long had he
been poorly, Gerard?

I don't know. You must
have noticed something.

I don't know. Joey's always
tired, but he's up early

for his paper round... It's cancer,
Gerard. You should have taken him

to see the doctor. Well, maybe if
you'd been here, you could have

done that. But you walked out.

You left us! Will
you please stop?

Joey has a long road of
treatment ahead of him,

and that's what you
need to concentrate on.

He's really not well, Pam.

Our poor boy...

Please don't tell me it's more
bad news about the wedding.

Trixie, I'm so sorry.

The deadline for the printing

of the order of
service is tomorrow.

It just slipped my mind.

Goodness.

I've still not decided.

What was your bad news?

Cousin Polly and her
girls were due to meet me

for their fittings and
they... they didn't show up.

The couturier said that
I've missed the deadline

and he can no longer
make their dresses.

Oh, Trixie, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Have you spoken to your cousin?

Maybe she got lost.
I can't reach her.

I've tried and tried.
It's not like her at all.

Speak to Mrs Buckle. Some of her
dresses are very haughty couture.

LAUGHS

Haute couture.

Yes, they are.

Heather consorts with
local undesirables,

several of whom she's engaged
in sexual activity with.

WHISPERS: I can't
believe she said that.

She's just laying out
the evidence. Stay calm.

You visited the family home
and spoke to the parents?

On a number of occasions.

I also met with
Heather, Your Worship.

And what were your conclusions?

A supervision order
is the only way

I can see that her parents will
give her the care she needs.

There was an... inflexibility

and unwillingness to respond
to Heather, a young girl

crying out for
love and affection.

Her parents left her
alone for four weeks.

She had one visit a week
for an older sibling.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Sister?

Nothing.

Oh.

I told her what she was doing was
wrong, but she wouldn't listen.

You told her a lot.

Did YOU listen?

I did it exactly the
same as the others.

Yes, she was a mistake,
but we gave her

what the others had.

Your Worship, I'm Nurse
Franklin, Heather's midwife.

You'll have to wait to
speak, Nurse Franklin.

No, that's all right. Go
on. Thank you, Your Worship.

Heather's family
nickname was Mistake.

Can you imagine how that feels,

day in, day out,
to be told that?

Did you call the
others that, too?

But they weren't.

But I didn't mean it like
that. It was just a joke.

It WAS a mistake,
but a happy one.

I've watched Heather's growing
relationship with her daughter.

Her parents don't
plan to adopt Keely.

Heather will be there.

I know there was
once a close bond

between father and daughter.
I hope that can be built on,

especially now he's retired.

Thank you, Nurse Franklin.

Well, I think we've
heard enough to retire

and make our decision.

Will the court please stand?

Hey.

I've got someone
to see you, son.

WEAKLY: Mum?

Mum!

I've missed you.

I'm so sorry I
haven't been here.

I'm sorry I didn't
look after you.

That I let you look after me.

Don't blame yourself, Dad.

We just did what had
to be done. Didn't we?

SOFTLY: Yeah.

Now you've seen
me, are you going?

No, love. No.

I've moved back here,
a couple of streets up.

The court may sit.

JUDGE CLEARS THROAT

A two-year supervision order

will be put in place to
support Heather O'Dwyer.

We believe she will
suffer harm without it.

She has not received the
parental care needed.

Now, you will be assigned
a probation officer

to work closely with you.

You must cooperate,

and you must go back to school

as soon as your baby is settled.

You're being given
another chance, Heather.

Do you understand?

Yes, Your Worship.

I do.

Thank you.

FATHER CLEARS THROAT

We're going to make it work.

I give my word.

We both will.

They said I can go home
for a visit tomorrow.

Must be getting better, eh?

I brought your wages.

I put a bit extra.

Sick pay.

I've decided I want
to be a doctor, Fred.

Like Dr Turner. Help people
like my dad get better.

Now Mum's back, I can
go back to school.

Reckon I can get
into the grammar.

"Dr Fletcher" -
what do you think?

Er, sounds brilliant, Joey.

Er, I'll...

I'll just get you
some more water.

Welcome home, love.

Hey...

Hey, let me show
you to your room.

Grandad's made it ready for you.

Tea?

I got those biscuits you like.

Thanks, Mum.

SISTER MONICA JOAN:
Nothing? Nothing!

Beg your pardon,
Sister? Nothing.

Where did YOU spring from?

Here, give that back!

You found Nothing!
I found a dog,

and he's pinched my cheese!

Has he eaten it? The cheese
is under the dresser.

I know nothing of this
matter. I must go.

I'm having my portrait
finished this afternoon.

Why...

Oh, grab...

Oh!

I don't fancy that cheese now.

These look like a couple of
out-of-date coupons and a circular.

Trixie, are you all right?

Cousin Polly's husband's
been posted to Germany.

She's sorry, but her girls
can't be bridesmaids.

She wrote three weeks ago.

Oh, lass. Oh, I'm so sorry.

I know how important
this was to you.

Yes.

Yes, it was.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Nancy, would you
follow me, please?

Why WAS the cheese
under the dresser?

I think you'd better speak
to Sister Monica Joan.

KNOCK ON DOOR

DOOR OPENS Knock-knock.

I have no bridesmaids. And
I realised that I only want

bridesmaids who I
care for deeply.

Will you be mine, Colette?

And will you be my
chief bridesmaid, Nancy?

Oh, I'd love to! Yes, please!

One should always accept
help when it's offered.

I'd like you to pick my
readings, and to read one.

And I'd like for you
to pick my hymns.

I can't do all this alone.
I would be honoured.

But first, I must
inquire about the dog.

What dog?

There's Nothing here.

Then, how do you explain...

..this?

DOG WHINES

GIGGLES

But he can stay
with me, in my room.

He's been there all week,
and you did not know.

I am sorry, but this
is a clinical house.

We simply cannot allow pets.

He is such a comfort to me,

and I he.

His owners abandoned him.

Or they're looking
and can't find him

because he's cooped up here.

They might be desperate.

I'll have to speak
to the dog warden.

Then we'll know.

Until then, he must be consigned

to your room only.

I must ensure that you are
not so alone in the future.

I have been remiss.

And me.

You have been busy.

I should never be
too busy for you.

MATURE JENNIFER:
Sometimes the fates decree

that we should start
our lives afresh.

We must forgive
where we condemned,

and seek to mend the
things we shattered.

Nothing may ever
be perfect again,

but there is always
beauty somewhere.

Hold it close, breathe it in,

in case it cannot stay.

The heart will always
find its place.

Some call it home, some
call it friendship.

Thank you! If we're lucky,
we can call it love.

SHARP BARK

And love is a process
of lifelong learning,

a lesson in where we
belong and what defines us,

an education in the things
we can never measure,

a page forever fresh and
waiting to be turned.

The photographer just called.

I don't think he's
going to make it.

We've got half of Poplar
here in their Sunday best!

You and I know this
place is not fit

to bring a new baby into.

When they tell you you're a
geriatric mother, you take the hint!

I'm afraid you've picked
up something rather nasty.

Hepatitis, just the latest
case in the district.

You fear the worst? I think
we both know the odds.