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MATURE JENNY: A sense of community
is the Holy Grail of modern living.

When we cannot find it
in the present day,

we reach back through the years and say,
"That was when we knew each other.

"That was when we held
all things in common. "

It is a thought so tender and consoling

that it scarcely matters
if it is not true.

Past perfection is a wondrous thing.

The Bible had a plague of locusts,
we have a plague of pensioners.

Scarcely a crumb left in their wake.

I'm sorry to say that I've just had
my bottom pinched.

I think that's Mr Pillbean.

The man on the right trestle table.

SHELAGH: You too?
BARBARA: Twice.

I asked Tom to give him a hard,
cold stare

but it didn't discourage him at all.

SHELAGH: Afternoon, dear.

Mrs Hills, how lovely to see you!

Hello, Nurse Franklin.

I heard this year's funds
wouldn't stretch

to taking the old folks to the seaside,

so I thought I'd bring
a bit of the seaside to them.

SHELAGH: Oh, that's so kind!

You must stay for a cup of tea.

Look, I can't stop long.
Left my Diane looking after the stall.

There's no harm in taking the weight
off your feet for five minutes.

Especially given your
rather interesting condition.

(LAUGHS) This?

This? Yes, number five.

It's gets to be like shelling peas.

I seem to remember that we helped
shell peas number two, three and four.

I hope we haven't
done nothing to offend.

I'm going to the clinic
at St Cuthbert's.

They want me to have it in hospital
on account of my age.

Well, they're obviously taking
very good care of you

because you look extremely well.

I'm an old hand, Mrs Turner.

The autoclave is coming to the end
of its cycle.

I shall replenish your instruments
as soon as it concludes.

Thank you, Nurse Crane.

They said they'd come and repair
the one at the surgery tomorrow.

Oh, Doctor, whatever is this?

Cornish pasty.

Or, more precisely, half of one!

And would it have killed you
to sit down for five minutes

and eat the whole thing?

Now, hop it and put your feet up
in the parlour

while I sort you out some instruments.

Mr Pillbean has demanded a refill.

I think he just might find
we keep him waiting.

Shelagh, did you know Mrs Hills
was expecting again?

Not until now.

I just wondered who referred her
to St Cuthbert's.

(SIGHS) Frightfully sorry.
Creamless scone alert.

Run out of cream again?

I think certain guests have been
taking more than their fair share.

I threatened to put one man over my knee
but it only encouraged him.

SHELAGH: Timothy!

Please don't make me play any more.

You've done your bit, dear.

Now, run inside and open
three more tins of Nestle's cream.

In the meantime, I popped into
you-know-where last night

and you-know-what's ready
for you-know-when.

I think you better take charge of this.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(WHISPERING) Dad.

Dad!

What? I was just waiting
for the autoclave to finish.

You need a holiday.

Nobody ever needs a holiday, Timothy.

(SIGHS) Which isn't to say
it wouldn't be a nice thing to have.

Tom, I think that was one of
the best films I've ever seen.

No wonder we couldn't get tickets
last week.

Whistle Down in the Wind
is a bit of a funny title, though.

It doesn't even hint
at the Christian message.

Maybe that's a good thing.

I think we ought to go again
and take the Sunday school with us.

(LAUGHS)

See, I am nothing
if not an incurable romantic.

That sounds splendid. On one condition.

What?

That you promise to bring
the parish sweetie jar

and fill it with sherbet lollies.

Actually...

- Oh!
- Purple and green.

My favourite.

I wanted to give it to you
in the pictures

but there were too many people looking.

Well...

Well, there's no one looking now.

- (GASPING) Help me! Help me, please!
- Oh!

Help me!

It's all right. It's all right.
You're safe. You're safe now.

- Fetch the police.
- No, no. Please, not the police.

I'm sorry, Lizzie,
it won't sting for long.

It's well sugared.

- Do you mind if I smoke?
- Not at all.

Here.

It's all right, Lizzie.

You're safe here.

- I should go.
- I can walk you to the police station.

After Nurse Gilbert's tidied you up.

No, I told you.

I got enough to worry about
without a conviction for soliciting.

I think you might be bruised
where your blouse is torn.

(STAMMERING) Would you let me have a
look and perhaps put some arnica on it?

(GASPS)

- He bit you!
- Oh, it could have been worse.

The other girls say the johns
get up to all kinds.

But I haven't been doing it long.

- Oh...
- Oh, I have to go.

- Lizzie...
- I have to.

I have to get back to my kids.

PATSY: How awful.

We were only waiting up to see
if you'd help Delia with her bust darts.

It's all hands on deck
once I start tangling with bodices.

I'm a terrible seamstress.

There was nowhere she could turn to.
No one who would help her.

Apart from you.

(SIGHS) A few kind words
and a bit of antiseptic.

There's nothing to stop you
from reporting it to the police.

Perhaps you should.

It can't do any harm.
It might make you feel better.

Hello, girls. How was your evening?

Well, er, we enjoyed the film.

How was art history?

Riveting. We're doing Vermeer.
I can't resist a good interior.

I wondered if things had gotten a
bit emotional. Your mascara's run a bit.

Oh. I sat upstairs on the bus,
it got wretchedly smoky.

Is that Ovaltine?

(SINGING HYMN)

- GIRL: Mum, can I come in?
- In a minute. I'm not decent.

GIRL: I really need to go, Mum!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Lovely and fresh.

Make sure you fry them
in some nice clean lard.

Nice clean pavement is what we want.

Can't be selling fish from a pitch
with spit and fag ends all underfoot.

- Mrs Hills.
- Yes, dear?

Just a thank-you note for your
contribution to the pensioner's tea.

You're welcome.

I'll be a pensioner myself soon enough.

Could have told your Ralph that
before he had his way with you.

- (LAUGHS)
- Don't work too hard, Mrs Hills.

Hey, you heard the nurse, Diane.

You'll be doing the heavy stuff.

You're not leaving it all to your ma
in her condition!

Well, Diane's better at all
the adding and subtracting

- then I'll ever be, Vera.
- VERA: Oh.

Any idiot can do the donkeywork.

NOAKES: A bite mark?
I'm sorry you had to see that.

Oh, I'm perfectly all right.
But this woman, Lizzie,

she looked as if she'd been attacked
by an animal.

There's things that go on around here

that you don't want to trouble
your head with.

Sergeant, we've had working girls
on our midwifery books

and we see them in the doctor's
when they have VD.

This was different.

She suffered as a consequence
not of sex, but of violence.

We can't do anything unless
she makes a formal complaint.

But she can't! Because she thinks
she's the criminal.

Well, legally,
they're both in the wrong.

He beat her up, of course, but

if she was out soliciting
she could get a £60 fine or jail.

Even for just loitering on the pavement.

And if she's got children,
like she said,

it's not going to end well for anyone.

It's not right, though, is it?

It's the law.

(SIGHS)

Ah, Sister.

I was not sure if you had been
called out yet.

It's no doubt the calm before the storm,

but the phone hasn't
rung once this morning.

I thought I'd get ahead
with the chapel flowers.

And some for your office.

You have a knack for floristry, Sister.

And a very sweet voice.

A sweet voice?

And in chapel I can hardly hear you.

If we are to praise the Lord in song,
we should do it gladly.

And as loudly as possible.

Oh, Sister Julienne,
I'm always afraid of singing too loudly.

When I was a postulant we were told

never to draw attention to ourselves
in any way

because it was a sign of pride.

Now I've drawn attention to myself by...

Not singing loudly enough.

I always find that if I feel singled out

for either praise or blame,
the best response is to offer it up

and say, "What good would this
do for others?"

Of course, Sister.

And if you could raise your voice
with us

it would make us feel so very blessed.

Thank you.

DIANE: I thought that nurse
seemed nice this morning.

I just think we'd be better off
getting one of them in.

Diane, we've discussed this.

You mean you've discussed it,
with yourself.

You want an argument, Diane,
turn round and look at me.

I don't want to turn round
and I don't want to look at you.

Because if I do, I see you putting
your hand on your back

and rubbing your belly and
huffing and puffing when you bend over.

And I can't do any of those things.

Diane, you've brought all of this
on yourself!

Running round with some lad
from a building site

who legged it
without leaving his address.

What's gonna happen, Mum?

I know what's going to happen.

You're gonna have it here
and I'm gonna look after you.

We're gonna say that it's mine.

I mean, what's gonna happen?
How will it get out?

I'll take you through that
when your time comes.

Which please, God, will be before
your dad gets back from sea,

'cause I don't fancy
your chances at all.

Why don't you just send me up
to that mother and baby place

like Janice Meyers?

Because Janice Meyers
is shoddy goods for life,

and she's gonna come back
here empty-handed.

(SIGHS)

Listen, Diane, you are not the first
and you won't be the last.

I know of three or four families
where the baby's grown up thinking

- its mother's its sister.
- Who?

Never you mind who.

Go and get your apron on before
your brothers get in from Cubs.

All right.
Only watch out, your pillow's slipping.

(BABY CRYING)

(SHUSHING)

- (CRYING CONTINUES)
- Oh, dear, someone's out of sorts.

My baby's out of sorts.
He never stops crying.

I'm scared
there's something wrong with him.

Dear me, young man!

(GASPS) It's only a post-natal check-up.
No need to be so vexed.

Why don't we see who's free,
bump you up the queue a bit.

JULIENNE: I can't find any reason
to refer him to Doctor.

There's a possibility
it's a touch of colic.

And we can keep an eye on that together.

Now, Mrs Coleman.

Are you getting any sleep?

I'm walking the floors again
most nights.

My husband has to get up
at the crack of dawn for work,

it's his sleep that matters.

Well, you won't be able to take care
of Michael properly if you're exhausted.

While the nights are still so mild

a gentle bedtime walk in the
fresh air might do you both good.

(MICHAEL COOING)

I'll try anything, Sister.

(MICHAEL CRYING)

How many doors is it? Just one door?

(ANGELA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

SHELAGH: It's time to come
to the table, Patrick.

There's something extra special
for dinner this evening.

Oh, what's all this?

Chicken a la king, with
piped mashed potato and creamed spinach.

Please note the ornamental
folded serviettes. All my own work.

And copied out of Woman's Realm
at Mum's insistence.

We never have serviettes
on a weeknight.

Well, we're having them today.

In fact, we're going
to indulge ourselves

in every conceivable
luxury and refinement.

Because tomorrow we're going...

Camping!

- (LAUGHS)
- No, Dad, we really are!

I've got work tomorrow, Shelagh.
And so have you!

Absolutely everything is in hand.

We've arranged locum cover for a week

and Sister Julienne is fully in support.

The locum's called Dr Godfrey

and she's even offered him lodgings
at Nonnatus while we're away.

Michaela's arranged for us
to borrow two tents

and as much of the Cub's equipment
as we need.

Mum's even bought a little half-sized
sleeping bag for Angela.

(LAUGHS) Really?

Really.

I couldn't be happier.

Oh...

Very prettily done, Sister.

But you cannot tempt me.

Everyone has noticed that you aren't
eating properly at mealtime, Sister.

My strength comes from another source.

And I hope you do not need to ask
from whence.

No, of course not, but...

How recently did you study
for novice's vows?

Were you not apprised of the practice
or mortification of the flesh?

Yes.

Are you trying to fast?

(SIGHS) I have few joys
and, therefore, little to surrender.

But, Sister, you found the Lenten fast
very hard. Why now?

I am in fair health now
and able to sustain the sacrifice.

But, Sister, if you want to fast,

you must tell the rest of the community
what you're doing.

That way we can uphold you.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Very well.

You may remove
this platter of frivolities.

(STAMMERING) Of course.

(SIGHS)

Good Scout army surplus.

Perfect for a week in the New Forest.

Patsy says they've been serving
the Cubs of Poplar for 15 years.

I remember this one from when we
did our camping badge at Selsey Bill.

It's got bullet holes along the ridge.

I'm quite sure
they're not bullet holes, Timothy.

- They were probably made by moths.
- Or mice.

It does all smell rather musty.

There's mould in this billycan.

Oh, it just needs a quick swill
in some hot water.

(SIGHS) Shelagh!

This holiday is about getting back to
nature and being together as a family.

We'll enjoy it, won't we?

Yes, we will. Because we've earned it.

♪ Half a pound of tuppenny rice

♪ Half a pound of treacle

♪ That's the way the money goes...

(BOTTLES RATTLING IN DISTANCE)

- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
- (MICHAEL CRYING)

♪ Every night when we go out ♪

(CONTINUES SINGING INAUDIBLY)

I love you.

I love you, Michael,
but you're gonna kill me.

We did the right thing
putting you on iron tablets.

I don't reckon you're anaemic.
That's good going for nine months.

I was anaemic with all of you.

Makes me feel sick when I see all that.

I've had four and everything's in hand.
Put it out of your mind.

We have two or three ladies on
our books who are very close to term.

Their records have already been moved...

To the green filing cabinet
over in the maternity home.

They're also double copied
to the Nonnatus House log

and my own personal Rolodex
which is widely held to be infallible.

Rolodex?
I like the sound of that, Nurse Cray.

Crane.

As in the wading bird.

Or industry lifting equipment,
whichever you prefer.

Also, clinic is on Friday afternoons.

We've been experimenting
with a new antibiotic powder.

Which I will be delighted to discuss
with Dr Godfrey.

It's cutting-edge stuff like this
that brings me out of retirement

time and time again.

I imagine you feel the same.

I shall consider retirement

as and when I reach the appropriate age,
Dr Godfrey.

Which will not be for some years.

Shelagh, I can get the tents or
the children in the car, but not both.

May I refer you to my earlier offer
to loan you my roof rack

- which you declined?
- You may.

I left it out for you in the hall
at Nonnatus House.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Thank you.

Hmm!

I keep wanting to avert my eyes,
but they're just too compelling.

PATSY: I think shorts are a very
practical choice for a camping holiday

and not amusing in any way at all!

(ALL TITTERING)

Well, I'm not looking. Really, I'm not.

You could launch this car
like the Sputnik

and this roof rack
would not budge an inch.

Patrick, we need to get going,
it's already starting to rain.

Fear not, Mrs T,
Nurse Gilbert is on the case.

What is it?

I thought it might help keep
the things on the roof rack dry.

It's an incontinence sheet
from the charity box.

DR TURNER: Perfect.

- (ALL LAUGHING)
- I hope it doesn't smell of urine.

Oh, by the way, Doc, I like the shorts.

I had a pair like that in El-Alamein.

I had a pair in Monte Cassino.

- (CHUCKLES)
- No wonder we won the war.

(ALL TITTERING)

The place is upside down, Sister,
I wasn't expecting you.

I happened to be passing.

I thought I'd see if this young man
had started behaving himself.

He's all right.

Did you try taking him for a walk
to settle him at bedtime?

I told you, he's all right.

Judith, your face.

Oh, er...

I've always been clumsy.

It's even worse now
I don't get any sleep.

What happened?

I clumped myself one
with the wardrobe door.

(MICHAEL CRYING)

(SIGHS)

Things can take time to settle down
when a newborn comes along.

We're here to help,
whatever upsets you're having.

- (SOBBING)
- Oh...

Cry as much as you can bear to.
Then tell me why and what I can do.

I can't tell you. I can't.

I can't.

It's such a...

A delicate matter.

But there's a very young baby
in the house.

It's clearly a volatile situation.

- Is she married?
- Yes.

And to a good, steady man,
as far I can tell, but...

Walking into doors is never a good sign.

And getting them to tell the truth
is always difficult.

The thing that disturbed me the most
wasn't the bruise on her face,

it was the one on her neck
by her shoulder.

It looked as if someone
had sunk his teeth into her.

Like a bite mark?

It just looked so vicious.

Let me see if I can make inquiries.

(INAUDIBLE TALKING)

PATSY: Thank you.

A fine example of labour rewarded.

I haven't seen a spread like this since
the coronation party at my old practice.

You must help me out
with these cream horns.

Allow me.

Sister Monica Joan is eschewing
indulgence for religious reasons,

and I'm partial to flaky pastry.

I'm sorry to intrude, ladies, sir.

How could you possibly intrude,
Sergeant Noakes?

You're one of the family.

I actually called in regards
to the attacks on Judith Coleman

- and the girl on the street.
- Do you mean Lizzie?

Yes.

Because of the similarity
of the bite marks on her neck,

we can't rule out that they
were attacked by the same man.

I suppose that
there's a remote possibility

that it might be
Judith Coleman's husband.

Colin Coleman?

I'm sorry, I've met more aggressive
marshmallow bunnies.

Or that Judith herself

- was out soliciting.
- No.

Well, either way, if the situation
at her home is volatile

as you suggested, Sister Julienne,

we'd put her at risk
if we went round and quizzed him.

So our first port of call
should be the other girl.

Lizzie was adamant that she
wouldn't speak to the police.

If you could come with me,
we might be able to pull her 'round.

May I, Sister Julienne?

I would be grateful if you did.

(RAIN POUNDING)

- Room service.
- Oh, Patrick.

I put a nip of Scotch in
from my handy secret hip flask.

(LAUGHS) You wouldn't
get that in the Ritz.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Oh! Ooh.

Ooh, at last! My knees are freezing.

- Oh, Patrick!
- (DR TURNER SIGHS)

No. No, no.

We're on our holidays,
it doesn't matter.

Your sleeping bag's soaking wet!

At least it's warm wet.

What are you thinking about?

The children. Do you suppose
they'll be all right in their own tent?

Of course they will.

They're only about five feet away.

What if it falls down again?

It won't, I promise you.

What are you thinking about?

The ulcer clinic.

There's a couple of really nasty
chronic venous cases

that aren't responding
to the new regime.

- Patrick.
- I'm sorry!

But I'm just not sure about Godfrey.

(SIGHS) General practice
is a young man's game.

You're not supposed to be
thinking about work.

If you don't mind my saying so,

you're not exactly
Cliff Richard yourself.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I could sing a chorus of Summer Holiday
if you'd like me to.

(BOTH LAUGH)

- (SNAPPING)
- TIMOTHY: Ah!

(ANGELA SOBBING)

Oh, no!

TIMOTHY: Mum, Dad,
can we come in with you?

The trouble is since the 59 Act most
women have been forced off the kerb

and into brothels and private premises.

It's only the amateurs and
the desperate who risk the streets.

I don't know if Lizzie
was amateur or professional,

but she was desperate, I know that.

She had children.

When I think of my little Freddie
tucked up in his bed, I could cry.

- How is Chummy?
- Excellent, thank you.

She's taken up pottery at night school,
which is interesting.

That's Lizzie.

I remember that coat.

Lizzie?

Please stop. Lizzie!

You're not in any trouble.

My friend, Sergeant Noakes,
just wants to ask you a few questions.

Nurse Gilbert told me what happened.
I'd like to help.

In which case,

the best thing you can do
is find out where my husband went.

Because if you did that,
I wouldn't be having to sell myself

to help feed the kids I had
because I gave myself for nothing

to a man I thought might stick around.

- I'm sorry, Mrs...
- Call me Lizzie.

That's what I say to all the blokes.

And I'm not saying anything else to you.

Morning. Sorry to keep you, Fred.

Or maybe I should call you Mr Buckle,

since I've asked you in
on official business.

Civil defence, Sergeant?

We haven't the manpower
to put extra bobbies on the streets.

And until we're sure these attacks
are connected and ongoing,

I can't apply for reinforcements
from outside the division.

But the CDC can put on extra patrols.

Confidence and safety of the public
is paramount.

It's why we serve.

(COUGHING)

This is so much nicer
than cooking at home.

The trouble with chest disease,

in the context of
community medicine research...

- Patrick.
- Is that it's largely presumed

to affect the male population
more than the female.

You're talking about work again.

Sorry.

It's the smoke making you cough

- reminding me about...
- Work.

ANGELA: Mama!
TIMOTHY: Mum?

Where's Angela?

She's down here, but she's seen
a squirrel and she won't stop crying.

(SIGHS) I knew this would happen.

She's petrified of squirrels.

She doesn't even like Squirrel Nutkin,
and he's only a picture in a book.

It's all right, darling. Mummy's coming!

Tinned rice pudding
and an early night for you tonight.

Mum...

I think I'm gonna wet myself.

Press your legs together.

Don't let anything come out in a rush.

(GASPING)

SHELAGH: I spy with my little eye,

something beginning with T-F.

Tent flap.

Although the correct term
in actually the "becket".

Is it? Your turn.

And no animals beginning
with "S", please,

because I've just got Angela settled.

I spy with my little eye
something beginning with

B-H-I-R-O-T-R-S-T-C-I.

Bullet holes in ridge of tent,
rain starting to come in.

Ten out of ten. Your turn.

I spy, with my little eye
something beginning with

R-N-H-I-S-O-T-W

G-P-W-B-I-T-F-T-R-O-T-W.

- (LAUGHING) What?
- (SIGHS)

A rather nice hotel I spotted
on the way here.

Get packed, we're booking in there
for the rest of the week.

(SHELAGH AND TIMOTHY LAUGH)

And I don't want you three
playing silly beggars

running all over the place tonight.

Once you're in bed you stay in bed,
do you hear me?

It's still light.

Never mind "it's still light".

People grow when they're asleep.

If you can't stop in bed you'll end up
a short-ass like your Uncle Sammy.

Go on. You know the rules,
let's see if you can stick to 'em.

- BOY: Night, Diane.
- Night.

Evidence would suggest that this man

attacked two women on two nights,
back to back.

One was set upon here.

The exact location of the second attack
is unclear.

We will be patrolling in pairs

from 9:00 p.m. Until dawn.

Dawn? You'd think there was a war on.

- (ALL LAUGHING)
- There's no cause for levity.

- Ladies' safety is at risk!
- What ladies?

(ALL LAUGHING)

That's nice.

(SIGHS)

(GROANING)

(MOANING)

That's my girl. That's it.

- (MUFFLED GROANING)
- That's it.

(SHUSHING)

That's it.

You're doing so well.

Well done.

(GROANING LOUDLY)

No noise. There's a good girl.

Bite down. Bite down!

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

The head's coming.
We've got to get you out.

(WHIMPERING)

That's it. Good girl.

You're all right.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

What's this programme called again?

Juke Box Jury.

They play their records
to a panel of experts

and then they give their verdict.

And they are often incorrect
in their opinion.

That is why we at Nonnatus House

generally confine ourselves to
Songs of Praise and Panorama.

Ah, it's a very catchy little tune.
Who's singing it?

Pinky and Perky.
You can't see them, but they're pigs.

Although they are not real.

Dr Godfrey!

I have just been flagged down
in the street

by a patient who's been waiting
for a house call from you

since three o' clock this afternoon,
in acute pain!

It's psoriatic arthritis!

- Poor man.
- Woman, as it happens.

And I assured her she would be
your first call tomorrow.

I will be disappointed
if you make a liar of me.

All care will be dispensed
at thy dictates.

Oh!

Give her a robe, a shield and a helmet
and she'd be the double of Britannia.

- That's it.
- (GROANING)

Ah!

The head's out.

When you feel another pain,
you push like hell, do you hear me?

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

Come on. That's it. That's it!

(SCREAMING)

(BABY CRYING)

It's a boy! We've got a boy!

Can I see him?

In a minute,
when I've tied and cut the cord.

Not been called out yet?

I'm positively poised
to spring into action.

Shoes on, Pan Stik applied,
and one ear cocked for the telephone.

Where were you?

In Delia's room.

She was just teaching me
a new card game.

(PACIFIER SQUEAKING)

Stay there.

If you feel another pain, you push.

I just want to go to bed.

You can't!
You've got to get rid of the afterbirth!

None of mine took this long.

It's not right.

Stay in here and don't move.

Mum? Don't leave me!

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Is that Nonnatus House?

I need to speak to Nurse Franklin.

I'm sure you'd rather talk to a doctor.

The name's Godfrey.

I just delivered a baby and
the afterbirth hasn't come away.

And what is the patient's name?

Hills.

It's been more than an hour and a half.

The placenta can take its time but I
expect you know that from your training.

Employ Brandt-Andrews and, er,
don't forget, good pull on the cord.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- Best of British.

Dr Godfrey!

Apologies for appearing dishabille.

I've heard such enticing things about
the midnight larder at Nonnatus House.

The larder's in the kitchen.

I came down
because I heard the telephone.

One of your colleagues
struggling to deliver a placenta.

She asked for you but I obliged
with procedure advice.

Which colleague?

She didn't give her name.
Said the patient's name was Hills.

(WAILING)

(SHUSHING)

(DIANE CRYING)

I need you back on the floor.

He told me what to do.

Come on.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

I'm sorry,
I know you're only second on call,

but something distinctly odd
has happened.

THORA: I'm just going to pull on it,
all right?

(SCREAMING AND CRYING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

What's happened?

- What's your name, sweetie?
- It's Diane.

TRIXIE: We're here to help, Diane.

- What have I done?
- Baby's well.

Let me examine you and see
what's causing all this pain.

You try an inversion?

I only did what the doctor said.

I only pulled on the cord
because the afterbirth was stuck.

You pulled too hard, Thora.

It isn't just the afterbirth
that's come out. It's Diane's womb.

(GUTTURAL GROANING)

Oh!

TRIXIE: Placenta's still attached
and there's no haemorrhage.

(THORA SOBBING)

Thora, I want you to sit down
and hold the baby,

while Nurse Franklin helps Diane.

TRIXIE: It's all right, Diane.
I'm a midwife.

I'm going to call an ambulance.

(SOBBING)

Sister.

(SIGHS)

What are you doing out on your own?

I have to use the telephone.
It's an emergency.

Come on.
You can have an escort there and back.

Make believe you're the Queen.

Help me.

- Please help me.
- Hold my hand.

Can you feel how steady it is?

- Mmm-hmm.
- I'm not shaking,

and that's because
I know what I'm doing.

You're quite safe.

Flying Squad will take half an hour
to get here.

That's all right.

We can manage splendidly on our own.

Can't we?

Yes, we can.

It's all right, Diane.

Nurse Franklin's going
to set things to right.

You won't be uncomfortable for too long.

- Ah!
- Stay strong, sweetie.

And stay still.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

You're being so brave, Diane.

I know you can be brave
for a few moments longer.

THORA: I thought I could do it
on my own.

I thought I didn't need no one else.

(THORA SOBBING)

It's back in place.

(SIGHS)

I'll follow them to Admissions.

Unfortunately, we can't trust Thora
to tell the truth.

It might affect Diane's treatment.

I'll find a neighbour
to look in on the boys.

But I'll clean the kitchen first.
I don't want anyone seeing that mess.

(SIGHS) There's so much to hide.

- SHELAGH: Mmm.
- Shelagh.

So much for getting back to nature.

There are flowers on the table
and feathers in these pillows.

That is all the nature I need
to get back to.

The children haven't come knocking.
Do you suppose they're sleeping well?

Either that, or they've been
mauled to death by squirrels.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

- Shelagh...
- Mmm?

- I want to call the surgery.
- Why?

Because it will put my mind at rest.

And then we'll really be able
to enjoy our holiday.

- (SIGHS)
- Instead of pretending.

Diane's gone into theatre now.

The ward sister suggested you go home
and telephone later.

Am I gonna lose her?

No, you aren't.

All I could think about
was her reputation.

I had to get married
when she was on the way.

No white wedding for me, it was

straight down the registry
in a plum two-piece

I borrowed off of my cousin.

One day, Diane will find a man
that's worthy of her.

And I, for one, will be outside that
church watching you flinging confetti.

I put a flannel in her mouth
to stop her from screaming.

I never even let her hold him.

I'm not cruel by nature,
but I don't know which is worse.

I think it's time that you put all that
behind you now, Thora.

Make a fresh start.

It won't be a fresh start, though,
will it?

Not if I keep on keeping secrets.

No! No! No! Ah!

(DIAL TONE)

Ah, hello, Operator,

I'd like to be connected to a number
in Poplar, London, please.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

(GROANING)

A uterine inversion?

Yes, at a home delivery.

(SIGHS) I should never have come away.

We're going home.

Please, don't touch me.

(GASPS)

Oh, Sister, what were you
thinking of, cycling alone?

You always do. I thought...

I thought my habit would protect me,
but that was my arrogance.

It's my fault.

You are not to even say
the word "fault".

Do you hear me? I won't allow it.

Sister, what happened?

I wasn't raped.

Before you ask me, I can say that,
I wasn't raped.

Oh, you were viciously attacked.
Just now, the details don't matter.

I don't want you to come near me.
I just...

I don't want anybody to touch me at all.

I'll call Sergeant Noakes.

(CRYING)

Do you know the worst thing?

No.

I don't know, and...

I can't imagine it.

The worst thing is that
I'd actually stopped to pray.

I'd stopped

because I wanted to raise my prayers
with yours.

To sing inside my soul
what my sisters were singing.

I wanted to give thanks
for Trixie's skill.

For what she had done,
for the fact Diane had survived.

And it was one of the most
beautiful moments I'd ever known.

I felt so close to God,
and then it happened.

Sister, would it help you to pray now?

- Pray now?
- Yes.

No.

Sergeant Noakes wants to interview you.

And you will have to be examined
by a doctor.

No, I can't. Don't make me.

If no one speaks out,
this is going to go on happening

- and happening...
- All I can think about now is

what happened this morning when
I thought God was at my shoulder

and there was someone else behind me
all the time.

- (SOFTLY) Sister...
- Don't talk to me gently!

Don't be kind! Because I'm angry!

I'm angry and I don't know what to do
or what God wants of me.

I don't even know
if He wants anything at all.

Sister, just let me
hold you by the hand.

I wouldn't be able to feel it.

It's as if I'm behind glass
or he's behind glass.

I'm scared to move
in case everything breaks.

- NOAKES: Can I speak to her?
- She doesn't want to.

And I cannot
and I will not force her to.

- She's been brutalised enough.
- Sister, someone has to talk to us.

Or I don't know where it's going to end.

The doctor said he'd be around later.

Sister, you're meant to be resting.

I want to have a bath.

You can't! You have to be examined.

Why? I know what he did, I was there!

If you want a bath, you have one.

But please let us help you.

Just don't lock the door.

You were knocked unconscious
this morning.

(VOICE BREAKING)
Please don't lock the door.

Judith, after years and years
of caring for mothers and babies,

I found that all pain passes in the end.

I know that. I do know that.

Sometimes it won't take its leave
until we acknowledge that it's there.

Or why it's there.

I don't want to talk to anybody.

You thought it could have been Colin.

The police could have thought
I was on the game.

Out at night coming home
with bite marks?

But we know the truth, Judith.

Not all of it.

I'm a bad mother, Sister,
and I was punished.

Can Colin come in?

(SOBBING)

JUDITH: Babies cry.
Everybody knows babies cry.

But when it's yours,
you can't ignore it.

Ignoring's not allowed.

It isn't even possible.

(SIGHS) So I thought I'd

try the walking at night.

You always give good advice.

It didn't make any difference.

And the crying gets inside your head.

And in the end, you can't tell if
it's him screaming or you screaming.

- And...
- Love.

It's all right.

And so I parked the pram

and I walked away.

I walked away!

I abandoned my baby.

All I wanted was to not hear
that crying any more.

And then I felt...

He grabbed me from behind.

The man who hurt you.

(SOBBING) I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry. I should have known.

I should have helped you.

I couldn't tell you.

I wanted to tell you.

But how can I go to the police?

If I tell them the truth,
they'll have social workers on me

saying I'm an unfit mother and I am.

You are not.

And you've done nothing to be
ashamed of.

That's not true, and I'm
not gonna speak to the police.

Thank you.

There is a time for us
to mortify our flesh.

And a time to cherish it,
and marvel at its strength.

(SIGHS)

I've changed my mind.

You want to go to the police?

Other women can't
because they're too afraid.

Afraid they'll get the blame.

Afraid of what other people
will think of them.

And I'm afraid of so many things,
but not that.

He smelled of alcohol.

Not beer, I know what beer smells like,
but it wasn't that.

And he was taller than me
but not as tall as some men.

And when...

When he turned me around to face him,

I saw quite clearly that
he had tattoos on both hands.

MAN: Was it working girls
he went for?

NOAKES: He went for defenceless women

who were going about
their ordinary business.

It's prison work.

Soot or ink rubbed into cuts
made with a knife.

I don't know that one.

This one says he's a convicted brigand.

And this one says
what he thinks of his sentence.

I've had more old lags

than you can shake a stick at
come through these doors

- and I've never seen tats like that.
- I have.

You get them on the Soviet lads.

The ones that come in
with the Merchant Marine.

Soviet?

So, what you need to do is look up
what ship's come in under their flag.

- (KNOCKING AT DOOR)
- (DOOR OPENING)

I've brought your tetanus jab,
I'm afraid.

How are you feeling?

Lighter.

I thought, at first,
that it was a test of faith,

but it was only a test of strength.

I can bear more
than I ever thought I could,

and I can bear it for others
because my strength is a gift from Him.

I can tell the truth and not be ashamed.

It's like singing. Every voice counts.

(BABY COOING)

Aren't you gonna look at him?

He's beautiful, Diane.

I've already got three little brothers.

He's your son.

I could have killed you.

Because I didn't want you ruined.

Because I'd rather lie all my life,
all your life and his

than tell the world
to take a running jump.

People are gonna wonder
where your bump went.

If they ask me I'll tell them the truth.

Can I hold him?

Don't ask me, just take him.

He's yours.

I'm a mum, Mum.

And I don't even know where to start.

You just did.

MATURE JENNY: And as the summer
inched towards its close,

Dr Turner found a more reliable locum

and the family had a proper holiday
at last.

There was no pretend enjoyment
this time, everything was real.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Oh, art history tonight?

No.

(SIGHS)

I think it's about time I came clean.

I have no interest whatever
in art history

and I'm actually going to
an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.

We go every week,
and I've been going for ten months.

Good for you.

I think it's absolutely splendid.

Hmm.

MATURE JENNY: New truths were
being spoken at Nonnatus House,

but some remained concealed...

(CHOIR SINGING)

...while one voice rose,

striving to erase its agony in song.

It is been declared to be
100% effective in preventing pregnancy.

It's a miracle with moral implications.

PHYLLIS:
Barge people are a law unto themselves.

MRS BLACKER: There's help
and there's interference.

- Fetch me my clothes.
- Mrs Blacker...

Fetch 'em!

There's been a weather warning
on the wireless.

Gale force nine across London.

FRED: Straight out of
Whitaker's Almanack.

We ought to batten down the hatches.

I'm sure there's no need
for us to be alarmed.

Morning, Sister Julienne,
Sister Mary Cynthia.

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