All language subtitles for Call.the.Midwife.S05E03-eng

Not everyone
in Poplar was moving

to the brand new homes in the sky.

Countless streets and tenements
were still home to sprawling,

close-knit families...

Angie?

Can you do me a favour?

Whose roots were deeply sunk
in East End soil.

They preferred to do without
more modern conveniences,

in favour of a place where
the neighbours were cousins,

in-laws, siblings, aunts.

I'm desperate. I need to. I need to.

Yeah, it's clean. In you go.

Where no door was locked.

Where each house held familiar comfort
and the reassurance of a loving touch.

They felt so safe.

Go on, then.

Go on, then. Help yourself.

Take that 'round to Stan.

Go on. Hurry up or
you're going to be late.

That's it, jeanette. Big push.
You can do it.

No, I can't.
I can't. Tell her, Nan, make her...

Of course you can, love.

Now, I can't wait to meet
my first great grandchild.

I have your baby's head.

Now I need another one,
just like that.

Well done, Jeanette.

Well done. It's a beautiful girl.

It's a little girl, Cath.

It's a girl.

Our Jeanette's had a little girl, Stan.

- That's me a great grandma now.
- Bloody hell.

Not another one of you lot.

- Are you not eating that?
- No, I'm a bit off.

You got any syrup or figs over there?

I'll have a look.

Maybe you'll feel hungry
by lunchtime?

Yeah.

Hey, Meg.

Lovely, about the baby.

Auntie Meg.

What's it look like?

The baby.

Is it... Well, you know.

"She" is beautiful.

And she looks like my
great granddaughter.

Do you have a name for her?

Marina.

'Cause her daddy
had to cross the sea to find us.

Well, I said it must be after the water
in the lime-house basin.

I've been here since I was six.

You're an old romantic, ain't you girl.

Everyone sends their love.

Even old Stan nearly cracked a smile.

You ready for a sandwich yet?

No, no, no. I couldn't eat a thing.

Must be lovely having everyone
so close by.

Do you know what, Nurse, it is.

You don't get that
in them fancy new flats, do you?

I'm 63 years old and I've never spent
a day on my own in my life.

Wouldn't want to neither, would I?

It's Marina Margaret, nana Meg.

Middle name's after you.

Hello. Long night?

Not really. Mrs Lovell's ninth.

Morning!!

Morning, Sister.

Do you need a hand?

I have a little helper waiting.

Thank you, Irene.

Are you off on your rounds?

I'm actually going to collect
my ill-gotten gains from gambling.

The vicar's wife sold me a ticket
to the WI raffle, and I appear

to have won a meal in an
Indian restaurant in the West End.

Rather embarrassing, actually.

No. Lucky you.

Gosh, how exotic. We were given
some Indian food once by a patient.

- I'm rather jealous.
- Well, come with me then.

- It's a table for two.
- Me?

Unless you didn't like
the food the patient brought.

No, no. It was delicious, er...

Well, that's arranged.

Erm...

What was it?

A boy.

Enjoy your day off.

I will.

That's it, 'round and 'round.

Got it? Is that all right?

What do we say to Sister Winifred?

Thank you, Sister Winifred.

Thank you for all your hard work.

Class dismissed.

You're so good with them.

You must have made a marvellous teacher.

I think that
would be overstating it.

But I did enjoy the work.
As do you, I can tell.

Do you miss it? Sorry.

- It's rather personal.
- Well...

I have no regrets
about the path I chose.

But I have to admit,
this time with the children is lovely.

Of course, midwifery is
all about children, too.

Miss Whitmore.

I feel very silly. I probably
just stood up too quickly.

Possibly, but your pulse
is still rather rapid.

Is it your monthly period by any chance?

No.

- Your cycle is regular?
- Usually.

Maybe a little off recently.

Happens sometimes.

You are slightly clammy. May I?

Here you go.

God, how embarrassing.

Probably picked something up
off one of the children.

You know what it's like.

Is this happening a lot, Miss Whitmore?

Once or twice. It's nothing.

Miss Whitmore, when you said
your cycle was irregular,

did you mean your periods were late
or more frequent or...

Not happening at all?

The last one...

Miss Whitmore, I'm sorry,
but you understand I have to ask.

Is there any chance at all that

you might be pregnant?

Dear.

Hello, Fred.

No.

Everything all right, Sister?

I was hoping for Fred.

Someone has to tell him to bring some
more of his wife's homemade jam.

It all seems
to have disappeared.

I just saw him.
I'm sure he won't be long.

Well, I hope not.

It's quite small, I know,
but I hope you'll be happy here.

I certainly was.

It's perfect. Thank you.

Hello.

I saw the bags.

I'm afraid
there's quite a lot to tidy away.

Well, luckily that's my forte.

I'm sorry, I can see
that this has come as a shock

and I expect you'll want some time
to discuss this with your, er...

Your fiancé.

- In the meantime...
- He isn't my fiancé.

That won't affect
the care you get from us.

I'm going to give you

some iron tablets

but, otherwise, I'm pleased to say,

things look very healthy.

Thank you.

I'm so stupid.

I know it isn't ideal,

but we're here to help you.

Please don't tell anyone at school.

I would never reveal
a patient's private information.

But...

You're going to have to
give them a reason

for leaving.

Miss Whitmore,

even a married lady
wouldn't be allowed to continue teaching

if she were expecting. You know that.

And in your situation,
it would be quite impossible.

But I need to work.

And 1 Ewe my 'yob.

I'm sure,
when you talk to your boyfriend,

he'll want to do the right thing.

It really doesn't have to be
the end of the world.

He's married.

You must be exhausted now.

I must be. I don't feel it.

There.

I've waited such a long time
to sit beside you

looking at a bunch of flowers in a vase.

Under the same roof, at last.

Just you and me.

And Trixie, and...

Barbara and Nurse Crane...

And quite a few nuns.

It's a beautiful dress.

Thank you.

I didn't need it, of course,
but I couldn't resist.

I haven't exactly been
a social butterfly

since I broke it off with Tom.

I think I'm turning into
a middle-aged spinster.

No.

A fate worse than death, I'm sure.

I didn't mean...

I just occasionally feel as though
I'm destined never to go out again.

Of course you will.

I know that really.

Do you ever...

Do you ever wish you hadn't
broken it off with Tom?

No.

We're much better suited as friends

and hopefully we'll both find
other people one day.

Of course you will, Trixie.

There.

You look absolutely wonderful.

Miss Whitmore?

Is everything all right?

Yes. Fine. Thank you.

Sorry, Mrs Tucker, I won't be long.

I hope not, young lady.

That lovely fried egg
is congealing on the plate.

Midwife.

Nurse, I'm so glad you're here.

Don't come in, Benny.

It's Nurse Mount, Jeanette.

How long has she been like this?

Started feeling poorly early hours.

I called the doctor
and she's on the list

but I think she's getting worse.

An infection, maybe.

Sometimes they develop
a few days after giving birth.

Nana!

- What is it?
- Go away!

Nana, I don't want him
to see me like this.

Don't worry, love, I'll sort it.

I'll give him something to do.

All right, Stan?

What are you doing here?

- I brought you something.
- I ain't hungry.

Come on, you've got to
keep your strength up.

Pass me my teeth, then.

Just try to take a sip.

Just a little.

She's very dehydrated, Mrs Mahoney.

I don't think we can wait for Dr Turner.

What's she doing with her hands?

Mrs Mahoney, could you
go call an ambulance, please?

Look, it's early.

It might not, you know, happen.

I'm sorry, but it's true, isn't it?

Sometimes, if you have the money,

there are things that you can,
you know, do.

What are you saying?

Send me to some butcher in a back alley?

No. Not like that, of course not.

A proper doctor.

I've heard that on Harley Street
there were...

You know.

Do you...

Have the money?

I expect not.

No.

Neither do I.

You were wearing that dress
the first day I met you.

I know.

I have to get back.

My upper sixth have an exam.

Pram'!-

We still love each other, don't we?

Of course.

You have a beautiful daughter, Mr Su.

And I'm delighted to say,

she seems absolutely healthy.

What's she gonna do without her mum?

I know it must be very worrying

but I'm sure they'll find out
why your wife is sick

and get her home to you
as soon as they can.

In the meantime,
you are both in expert hands.

Mrs Maloney has cared
for a lot of babies.

Well, I certainly have, Doctor.
We'll be all right, love.

I'll take that key, thank you.

What?

You went through my things.

This is a respectable establishment,
Miss Whitmore.

I've just paid next month's rent.

Which will serve and give notice.

Mrs Tucker, I don't have enough money.

I'm sure your gentleman friend
will help you out.

You should be ashamed of yourself,
you little madam.

So should you, Mrs Tucker.
At least I'm not a thief.

I think you should ask Sister Julienne

to take you off all the midwifery duties
until we know what this is.

If it's what you suspect,

then we want to minimise
the chance of contamination.

1 will.

I hope I'm wrong.

The only time I've seen
those pink spots,

that plucking movement on the sheets,

was with my mother and sister
in the prison camp.

Typhoid.

We say nothing until we know for sure.

No sense in spreading panic,

but we should be ready.

It's Dorothy.

I'm sorry to call you at home,
but I need...

I'm sorry, Madame,
I think you have the wrong number.

Jeremy, I know you can't talk,
but listen...

Quite all right. Goodbye-

Jeremy, please.

I mean, it's not going-out going out,
I'm sure.

It's just he's won a meal in a raffle
and he's got to take someone.

It's just, I don't want to upset Trixie.

Best thing you can do

is to tell her straight out
just like you told me.

In my experience,

it's the withholding of information
that could lead to

misunderstanding.

I expect you're right.

How do you know it isn't
going-out going out?

Well, I don't... I don't think it...

I think if it wasn't,
you might not be so concerned.

Look at these beauties.

Summer on a little green stalk.

Delicious, Fred.

I'll pick you some, Mr Hereward.
And I got you this.

My Violet's strawberry jam.

Nectar of the gods.

If she'd let me sell it,
I'd make a fortune.

And don't tell Sister Monica joan.

Are you sure
you can spare all this, Fred?

You could do with feeding up.
Unlike myself.

Married life's wonderful,
but good for the waistline, it ain't.

Well, you seem to be thriving on it.

Yeah, I'm in the pink.

Do you know what?
I never thought I'd re-marry.

I always thought
you had one chance at it and that's it.

Then you see someone that's been there
all the time and, bingo.

Funny old world, innit?

It is.

Hey, Mr Hereward,
I've got a bone to pick with you.

I hear you won a meal up the West End
in a WI raffle. I was after that.

If you'd have asked me
a couple of days ago, Fred,

you could have had it, and welcome.

But I'm afraid I've asked Nurse Gilbert
to come along.

Well, I never.

If it is typhoid,

we have the list of registered carriers
at the surgery.

No one else in the family seems ill?

Not as far as I know.

But the extended family is huge.

Patsy, even if you're right,

the antibiotic treatment now
is really effective.

Typhoid isn't like it was...

I know that, Delia.

I'm talking about
the prevention of spread.

Who wants toast?

Actually, I think I'm going to go
and read my book.

Patsy.

That was really rude.

Poor Delia was only trying to help.

I know.

If I had had a rotten day like yours
I expect I'd be touchy too.

Have some of Violet's jam before
Sister Monica Joan gets her hands on it.

Then go and say sorry
to our new housemate.

Miss Whitmore.

Sorry, Sister, I...

I didn't know where else to go.

Sister Julienne is telephoning
the women's hostel.

That's very kind.

They have a place for you.

It may be rather more Spartan than
you're used to but it's economical

and will be safe and adequate, I'm sure.

Thank you, Sister.

I'm very grateful.

You're welcome, Miss Whitmore.

If you would excuse us now,
my sisters and I must go into compline.

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry.

I knew you were thinking about
your mother and sister

but I would have never mentioned them.

I know how difficult it is for you
to talk about the camp.

- I've been thinking about them all day.
- Of course you have.

It must have brought back
so many awful memories.

I so wanted to let you comfort me.

But I didn't know how to do it
with the others there.

Patsy, if me being here
makes you uncomfortable, I can go.

- I'm sure I'd find somewhere...
- No.

I don't want that. I want you here.

I nearly lost you once already.

But you didn't.

Can I help you?

I think we're on district
together this morning, Trixie.

Not necessarily. There've been
one or two changes this morning.

And I've been talking with Dr Turner.

I'm afraid Mrs Su's typhoid diagnosis
has been confirmed by the London.

No.

Nurse Mount,

you did exceptionally well in getting
her to the hospital when you did.

- Hear, hear.
- Thank you, Sister Julia.

As you've already been exposed,

you'll continue to work
with Dr Turner and the family.

And you'll be removed from other
midwifery duties as a precaution.

- Yes, Sister.
- Sister.

The other residents of the Croxwood
buildings will need to be informed.

Of course, Sister.

This is all very worrying, of course.

But if we identify the source quickly,

I have high hopes that this will remain
an isolated case.

- Nurse Crane.
- Thank you, Sister.

Nurse Gilbert, home visits.

Nurse Franklin, you are on district,
as expected.

Come on, hurry up.

Yes. Yes, sorry.

Sister?

Now that Miss Whitmore
is at the women's hostel,

we're no longer her nearest practice.

Should I send her records on?

Has she requested that we do?

I just thought that
with Sister Evangelina away

and Nurse Mount unable to take midwifery
cases, it might, well...

Ease the load a little.

Is something troubling you, Sister?

I noticed last night that you were
a little more subdued than usual.

- Sorry.
- It's not a criticism.

I know that we're here to help
without judgement, but...

I'm struggling to do so
in Miss Whitmore's case.

You've dealt with
unmarried mothers before.

And with great compassion.

They were...

Less like me.

To be a teacher is a privilege

and a great responsibility, and to

have an affair with a married man is...

An error of judgement?

For which she is paying a heavy price.

Rather heavier, I imagine, than that
paid by the gentleman involved.

Yes, Sister Julienne.

Your loyalty to your former profession
is laudable, Sister,

but remember, you're no longer
a teacher, you're a midwife.

Therefore, Miss Whitmore

is simply a mother.

Miss Whitmore!

Yes.

Yes, I'm here. Come on, sit back down.

Sit back down.

Miss Whitmore.

I'm awfully sorry I'm late, Mrs Dawkins.

Could you go and wait outside my office,
please? Miss Lewis will mind your class.

Thank you.

Mr Roberts.

It's Sister Mary Cynthia,
District Nurse.

Stan?

They won't even let me see her.

I'm afraid when something
is this infectious,

patients are kept in isolation.

I mean, typhoid, I thought that went out
with the Ark. Or at least with the war.

It is unusual nowadays,
in this country, at any rate.

Mrs Su must have
eaten or drunk something

infected by a carrier of the bacteria.

Poor Jeanette.

Typhoid doesn't have to mean
what it once did, Mrs Mahoney,

- not with these new medicines.
- Exactly, Nurse Mount.

However, it is a serious illness

and we want to prevent it spreading
to anyone else, if we can.

We'll be keeping a close eye
on the rest of you

while we try to find out where Mrs Su
might have picked the infection up.

There is a blood test I can run,

which will let us know
if the bacteria is likely to be present.

In the meantime, the best thing
you can do to protect yourselves

is to be extremely careful
about washing your hands

after using the lavatory
and before touching food.

That's it? That's the best you've got?

"Wash your hands" in 1961
for a killer disease.

Give it a rest, Angie.
It ain't killing anyone.

- Weren't you listening?
- Yeah, I was.

He said we don't hardly
get typhoid in England.

It's probably you what infected her.

God knows what you lot
brought in with them.

- I think everybody...
- Benny, stay where you are.

I don't want to hear another crack like
that come out of your mouth, my girl.

Benny is family and that's not
how we treat family, not in my house.

So, you apologise to him
or get out, now.

Sorry, Benny.

This family always
faces things together.

If we don't, everything falls apart.

Excuse me, sorry to interrupt.

Dr Turner, could I borrow you
for a moment, please?

Yes, of course, sister.

Poor Stan.

Two pink spots on his abdomen.

Let's see what the post-mortem says.

Miss Whitmore.

I believe a gentleman delivered this
to Mrs Tucker's home this morning.

- Mrs Tucker and I had a disagreement...
- Miss Whitmore,

we expect all our staff
to be of exemplary moral character.

A serious allegation has been made.

I would like you to tell me
whether or not it's true.

I'd rather not have to ask you
to open your letter.

If I could just stay
until the end of term.

It's only a few more weeks.

I'm sorry, Miss Whitmore.

You know that won't be possible.

I have to ask you to leave
with immediate effect.

Can I say goodbye to the children?

I don't think that would be a good idea.

Anything you can tell me about what
she ate at the time would help. So...

- I'll do my best.
- Thank you.

Did Stan have typhoid?

- That's what they're all saying.
- No, love.

Stan weren't like Jeanette.

Stan was knocking back syrup of figs
like lemonade.

I'm afraid that doesn't rule it out,
Mrs Mahoney.

Typhoid is complicated.

Sometimes two people can have
completely different symptoms.

Do you think Angie's right?

Could it be me?

Do you think I picked it up
in China as a kid?

I made Stan a sandwich the other day.

If Mr Roberts was infected,
it wasn't just the other day.

It would have been around the same time
as your wife,

possibly from the same source.

We've missed the lab collection.

I can take them up there. I'm not
allowed to work in clinic anyway.

The clinic.

- Do you mind? Thank you so much.
- No.

And, can you tell them it's urgent?

Can I help you?

Sorry. I'm Nurse Mount.
I'm Mrs Su's midwife.

How is she?

We've managed to re-hydrate her
but it'll take another 24 hours

for the chloramphenicol to take effect.

Really, it all depends on whether
we can get her through that.

What does one wear
to an Indian restaurant?

Well, I don't expect you have to wear
a sari or anything.

Just wear what you'd wear
to any other meal out.

Well, I don't have
a lot of experience of meals out.

With a man.

Not any, actually.

I don't really know what to do.

One of the drawbacks of being
a vicar's daughter.

Unless your dining companion
happens to be a vicar.

Can I come in,
Trixie's out like a light.

Goodness, what's going on in here?

Tom won an Indian meal
in a raffle

and he asked me to go with him

but I haven't told Trixie yet,
so please don't.

And I'm awfully worried about it
and I don't have anything to wear.

Gosh.

I've told her just
to be straightforward.

Nothing good ever came
of keeping secrets.

Did it, Nurse Mount?

Stop staring.

Does the 15 go past the London?

Yes, love.

What's the matter?

Are you all right?

Good Lord.

Here, call for an ambulance, will ya?

You're all right, love.

That's my teacher.

I think if it was in something
processed, like corn beef,

the bacteria would have had
a far wider reach by now.

Have there been any family weddings
or street parties?

Yes.

Potato salad. Often a harbinger of doom.

Sister Monica joan,
there isn't a lot of that left.

Quite.

I'm sorry to disturb so early,
but I have to visit Mrs Su's family.

And I wondered if I could take
Nurse Mount with me.

Is there news?

Not about Mrs Su herself,

but it's been confirmed,

Mr Roberts died of acute peritonitis

as a result of
undiagnosed typhoid infection.

And, the test results are back.

I think we may have found our carrier.

Me?

The tests would suggest that.

Nah. It can't be.

I ain't never had typhoid.

I'm afraid you have.

Probably very mildly as a child.

The bacteria can lie dormant
for many years.

And once you know you're a carrier,
managing it is quite straightforward,

just good old-fashioned soap and water.

Lord.

Take her off me.

It's all right, she's not in any danger.

Take her.

I need to wash my hands.

- What's going on?
- Benny, I'm so sorry.

What?

Jeanette?

I made her sick, Benny.

I didn't mean to, but I did.

God.

I killed poor old Stan Roberts.

The register of typhoid carriers exists

to help control and contain
future outbreaks.

I know it must feel intrusive

but it is an effective way
of preventing people becoming ill.

Yes.

It's very important
the register is kept up to date.

So, you would need to let us know
of any change of address right away.

I've lived in the same flat
all my life, Mrs Turner.

I know, though if you did want to move,
it could be arranged quite quickly.

There's a point system for re-housing
and your carrier status

would give you priority.

Will they make me move?

Make me leave my family?

Of course not, Mrs Mahoney.

You've managed wonderfully well
up 'til now.

There are actually very few restrictions
on typhoid carriers

and most of them are just simple hygiene
and common sense.

A little bunch of fuchsias, maybe.
When you meet her.

Not as obvious as roses,
but still classy.

The ladies like that.

I'm sure Nurse Gilbert's
not thinking that way at all.

I'm sure she's only interested
in the Indian food.

Packet of Rennies then.

Only joking. What you want
for spicy food is milk.

Stops it blowing your head off.

But don't have water with it,
whatever you do.

It makes it worse.

I learnt that the hard way,
in North Africa.

Miss Whitmore was registered
with us very recently.

You wished to see me, Sister?

- Hello, Sergeant Noakes.
- Hello, Sister.

Please, sit down, Sister.

I'm afraid Sergeant Noakes has some
unfortunate news about Miss Whitmore.

She's in the hospital, Sister.

It's believed she attempted
to abort her baby.

Did she succeed?

No.

She had been pierced with a sharp object
causing great blood loss.

She miscarried the baby
later that evening.

Miss Whitmore almost
didn't survive herself.

Have they performed a hysterectomy?

I believe so, yes.

The hospital will let us know
when she's ready to be interviewed.

She's to be interviewed
by the police in hospital?

We have to find out who did this
to Miss Whitmore.

What if the

injury was self-inflicted?

Well...

Offence Against the Persons Act, 1861.

It's still a crime, Sister.

My dear.

Dear Sister Winifred.

It's upsetting, I know.

I am to blame.

She was alone
and desperate for a friend.

I knew that, Sister, and I didn't help.

You did help.

No.

I judged.

And now it's too late.

But, Sister,

Miss Whitmore has never had
more need of friend than now.

You washed your hands five minutes ago,
Mrs Mahoney.

You don't need to use a brush.

It ain't hot enough.

Can I have a jam sandwich, Auntie Meg?

No!

I told you, ask your mom.

I can't do that no more.

Now go away!

- I feel so dirty.
- You're not dirty.

Just hold her.

- Please.
- I can't.

When I look at her,
I see Jeanette all sick.

And when I go outside,

I think of Stan.

Hello, love.

Hello, Miss Whitmore.

Hello, Sister.

I brought you some of your things.

I expect the room was rather a mess.

I'm so sorry,
Miss Whitmore.

I should have helped you more.

- Please don't hate me.
- Of course not.

Never.

I'm awfully frightened, Sister.

I'm here.

Miss Whitmore, I'm here.

Sister.

I'd like to stay with her,
Sergeant Noakes.

I think that would be in order.

- Hello.
- A boy for Mrs Antonacci.

Have you seen Trixie?

Mrs Williams.

No.

You're cutting it rather fine,
Nurse Gilbert.

I know.

And I haven't had a chance to talk
to Trixie. I've left it too late.

Well, never mind, can't be helped now.

I've set out your things.

Thank you.

I smell of sweat and amniotic fluid.

Gosh, Phyllis,
you're an absolute brick.

Did you pay someone
to perform a procedure

intended to result
in the abortion of your baby?

You're quite sure of that?

I didn't have enough money
for anything like that, Sergeant.

So, when your injuries occurred
you were alone?

Completely.

I'm afraid you seem to have

rather a lot of night shifts coming up.

I don't like to do that, but with
Nurse Mount unavailable...

I don't mind.

Needs must, I suppose.

As long as I can still have
Tuesday evenings.

I have a...

Commitment

Set in stone, Nurse Franklin.

Thank you.

I do have an idea where you go
on Tuesday evenings.

I don't want to pry.

Suffice to say, that I've been
apprised of the rudiments,

and it all seems very sensible to me.

Does she really have to be arrested?

Sergeant?

She'll never have a family.

She almost lost her life.

Surely that's enough.

Can't you...

Look the other way?

It isn't up to me, Sister.

I think it's unlikely that
my superiors will think

it's worth pursuing Miss Whitmore.

It's the abortionists they want.

That's wonderful news Mr Su.

Have they told you
when she'll be allowed home?

Um, not yet, but they said
I can take Marina in to see her soon.

The only bad thing is, Jeanette
keeps asking for her Nana Meg.

Meg hasn't seen her?

Nah, she thinks
she'll make her sick again.

I keep telling her she won't,

but it don't make no difference.

Jeanette don't care about
her being a carrier,

she just wants her Nanny Meg back.

We all do.

I don't think
I'll ever have to eat again.

Fred was right about the milk, though.

I don't feel like there's steam
coming out of my ears any more.

Thank you, Tom.

I had the most splendid time.

So (“d L.

Goodnight.

Good night, Barbara.

Poor Mrs Mahoney.

Such a spirited woman.

I do not like to hear
of her brought low.

What use is she to her family
if her spirit is broken?

We are nothing if we are not of use.

I know.

Pass me that plant, please.

The yellow one.

Hurry, there's much to do.

I don't think these are for planting,
Sister Monica joan.

I think these may be weeds
that Fred's already pulled up.

I do not believe in weeds.

Look at that glorious colour.

A weed is simply a flower that someone
decides is in the wrong place.

Why should the taraxacums
struggle in the cracks?

It deserves an efficacious spot

in which to flourish.

just look. That's all I ask.

No, I can't imagine living up here.

Like a bird in a nest.

Look.

Hot water whenever you need it.
Space for a fridge.

You don't even need to take the rubbish
out, you just drop it down a chute.

And think how easy it'll be to clean.

No need to scrub those
poor hands till they bleed.

I'm always gonna have it, aren't I?

Meg,

I know what typhoid can cost a family.

I really do.

Your family didn't lose Jeanette.
Please don't let them lose you.

Is this a punishment?

On the contrary, Sister.

I believe it's intended
to be a compliment.

The school governors approached
the Motherhouse directly.

I can't.

I'm not a teacher any more,
I'm a midwife.

- You reminded me of that yourself.
- I did.

But this is an extraordinary situation
and it is only for a few weeks.

A permanent replacement
will be there for the new term.

How can I take the job she loved?

It feels like a betrayal.

Mother jesu Emmanuel would not ask this,
if she did not think it for the best.

And I must remind you that
you have taken a vow of obedience.

Yes, Sister Julienne.

As have I.

By 7967,
the state had lost its appetite

for prosecuting lonely, desperate women.

So,

when sufficiently recovered,

Dorothy Whitmore was allowed to go.

But if she was not charged,

she was punished.

Dismissed from teaching,

she went elsewhere

to forget,

be forgotten,

and to start afresh,

like legions of others.

Shame is born in public
and lived out secretly.

What is not seen
cannot be scrubbed away.

But so much can be made bearable
by love,

by cherishing what is

and not condemning fault or flaw.

By never locking doors.

By keeping hearts open.

And holding each other foreve?

in the light.

Hospital routines are rather gruelling.

Are you sure you don't want to send
one of the youngsters?

JULIENNE It's only for a week.

You will do the right thing
by my daughter. Do you hear me?

That's enough, Mr Lanyard.

I'll be asleep when she's born,
you look after her.

I will.

I've come to enquire
about baby Cottingham.

Baby Cottingham?

- Trixie knows about us, Tom.
- Afternoon, Tom.

Afternoon, Barbara.