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'The religious life

'was not one I could have chosen.

'To nurse is to be
drawn into society,

'to interweave one's life with
the business of strangers.

'It's about the world and flesh and
what some people call the devil.

'To balance that with the
setting apart of the heart

'and the quiet, closed
existence of the spirit

'would have been beyond
me altogether.

'But others saw the joy in that

'and sought to live it out,

'sustained and inspired by those
who'd heard the call before them.'

Good morning, Sister.

Did you sleep well?

How am I to wake refreshed
when these potions of mould,

and other poisons, pervade my
brain and contaminate my dreams?

It's the fever that's causing
your nightmares, Sister.

The antibiotics are fighting
the infection that's shown up

in your urine.

I tire of this organ mightily.

It is no better than a pig's bladder,

blown up and used as a football.

Come, let's take your temperature

and think about a glass
of barley water.

Sister Winifred and Nurse Franklin
to take the district round.

And, Nurse Gilbert and
Sister Mary Cynthia,

I don't want any shilly-shallying
on home visits today.

You've a dozen apiece to get through,
and clinic this afternoon.

What time's Sister
Evangelina arriving?

Sister Evangelina's schedule
is immaterial.

She is to be assigned
light duties only.

Good grief, Master Turner. You're
shooting up like forced rhubarb!

Sometimes, I'm in agony in the night.

Growing pains are actually
a documented phenomenon.

Are they indeed?

My mum sent me to the chemist
to fetch the insulin.

Enough to sink a battleship again.

I spend half my district round
time with the diabetics,

and it's getting worse!

Mollycoddled, the lot of them.

Pass me the Rolodex,
I'm taking this in hand.

Haven't been in there for ages.

How long have the pair of you
been twiddling your thumbs?

Oh, I don't know.

I've been putting new tyres
on Sister Evangelina's bike.

And I was... checking they were safe.

It's a shame you weren't checking
on my hubcaps - they're gone.

~ All four of them!
~ Really?

Really!

I'll warrant they're down at that
gypsy camp on the bomb site,

along with half the lead in Poplar!

See you later, Fred.

Never had you before.

Mrs Roland? I'm delighted
to make your acquaintance.

We expected a nurse on
the dot of half past.

I'm here to see your
daughter, I believe -

Paulette Roland, Miss,
Aged 17, diabetes.

We've had a shocking morning.

Look at her, she's white as a sheet.

I'm sure Paulette can provide
me with the details,

while I test her urine.

It's on the sideboard.
We always put it there.

We usually get one
of the young nurses.

Oh, they make a point of it -

Paulette is the second youngest
diabetic on their books.

She was sick last night, her levels
are going to be all over the place.

Let's see what the
test says, shall we?

A very reassuring shade of blue.

Which means no sugar in the urine.

I always get very nervy
when the nurse comes late.

If I don't get my insulin on time,

it can take all day
to get me sorted out.

Well, we have a plan to make sure
your insulin is never late again -

I'm going to teach you
how to inject yourself.

I don't want to!

We've always had the nurse come and
do it, ever since she was diagnosed.

~ We're entitled!
~ Paulette is entitled to the
best of care, Mrs Roland.

And in the case of
insulin injections,

the best of care means
doing it herself.

Now, young lady, are you decent
under that froufrou housecoat?

Remember, calm, courteous,
concentrate on getting facts.

Facts? We'll be lucky.

And don't jump to conclusions.

Lousy tinkers.

~ Morning, sir.
~ I was thinking it was more like afternoon.

~ Oh, yeah - it's five past.
~ I'll be stopping for me dinner soon.

What've you come looking for?

We just... wanted a bit of a chat.

We're busy. So leg it.

Sarge...

We're sorry to disturb you, sir,

but we're on the lookout
for some stolen car parts -

hubcaps, emblems - the sort
of things kids might nick.

Not my kids.

~ It's the school holiday
- they can run a bit wild.
~ Mine don't.

They don't go to school, so they'd
have no holidays to run wild in.

They're workers.

Ask this one.

Breda!

Me grandson.

Congratulations. How old is he?

~ Three days.
~ Is he your first?

Yes. I called him John.

Can't resist a newborn, me.

I've got a nipper meself,
nearly 18 months old now.

If you've finished your work
here, can we get on with ours?

Of course. Keep an eye
on the kids, though.

We do.

Hello, Pats!

~ What do you think?
~ All your own work?

You are a dark horse.

I got Sister Winifred
to do it in the end.

She's quite the Picasso
with the poster paints.

Have you got one for me to
put up at the nurses' home?

I've even supplied the drawing pins!

They're in the envelope
with the tickets.

I shall peddle them relentlessly.

We've got to get those
cubs to the jamboree.

Norfolk's such a long way!

The train fare alone will
be beyond most families,

and then there'll be other costs.

No child should be excluded
because they lack the means.

You really care about those
little scamps, don't you?

Yes.

(But don't tell anyone.)

Your secret's safe with me.

There's a baby in a pram out there
with a pierced ear turning septic!

I want her brought in
and shown to Doctor.

Will these mothers never learn?

Welcome back, Sister Evangelina.

Sister Evangelina! Greetings!

We should have guessed
you'd come straight here!

It's clinic day, why wouldn't I?

Toy Box Corner was left
unsupervised for one minute

and Susan pushed a piece
of Lego up her nose.

I can't get it out!

Lego? Used to be dried
peas and Meccano screws.

Still, least they're
moving with the times!

I recommend a cold compress
and digital pressure.

Thank you. I'll try
Vaseline and tweezers.

She nearly didn't go
out to her friend's -

she thought I was looking peaky.

You don't look peaky to me...

.. you look beautiful.

You smell beautiful 'n' all.

What's that?

Tabu by Dana. The
"forbidden fragrance."

So forbidden, I had to send
off for it mail order.

What did your probation
officer say this morning?

Oh, you know, the usual -

"Keep it up, young fellow,
wish they were all like you."

He's getting a job interview
lined up for me -

apprentice print worker,
up Fleet Street.

Almost worth going to borstal for.

That's all done with. I promise you.

Come on, we've got an
hour before she's back.

Bless us, O Lord,

and these thy gifts which
we receive by thy bounty.

May we be always grateful and
ever mindful of those in need.

~ Amen.
~ Amen.

What's this?

It's a cheese tart. Nurse
Crane suggested it.

You've had major surgery,
below the waist,

you don't want to tax your
digestion with animal matter.

Cheese IS animal matter.

And this is a quiche.
You know my feelings.

Shall I open a tin of salmon?

By all means.

So, Sergeant Noakes,

are there any developments in the
case of Nurse Crane's hubcaps?

Not as yet. We made enquiries
at that campsite,

but no-one was very forthcoming.

I detect a hint of
resignation in your tone.

Well, they close ranks, don't they?

I did see a lovely
little baby, though.

Three days old, his mother
looked about 14.

One of those gymslip mums, I reckon.

Perhaps you should make contact.

If the girl is as young
as Sergeant Noakes says,

she may need our help.

I wouldn't advise sending
anyone alone.

Lenny! Lenny! What do you
think you're playing at?

~ Where did you get them from?
~ Found 'em.

Found 'em attached to someone's
car, more like. Dad'll kill you.

No, he won't, he will just laugh.

Yeah, but you listen to me,

Dad's got a funny sense of humour,

and robbing things isn't a joke, Len!

Now give 'em here.

Give 'em.

Race you back!

As street leaders in
the Civil Defence Corps,

it is your responsibility to commit
the layout of the district to memory.

In the event of nuclear warfare,

many of the local landmarks
will be reduced to dust.

I'm sorry I'm late, Mr Buckle.

And on my first day, as well!

I had to wait in for a delivery
at my shop - name tapes.

Oh, the grammar school mothers
would have my guts for garters

if they weren't in the
shop tomorrow morning.

Well, we can't have that, can we?

Will we be walking far this evening?

Well, you appear to be
wearing stout footwear,

I'm sure it will suffice.

I've walked all over
Selsey Bill in these.

They've got a cushioned insole.

Erm, Mr Cowan,

if you would give Mrs Gee
an Ordnance Survey map,

that would be appreciated.

Is it all right if
I hold it upside down?

Only I find it easier that way.

If it assists you, that's
all that matters.

"Efficiency" is our watchword.

~ Ah...
~ You need stronger laces for those boots.

Possibly nylon, with a metal aglet.

I'll have to take Angela to
the surgery with me today.

Mrs Penny has picked precisely
the wrong week to go on holiday.

Your father will have to
take you for your haircut

~ whilst he has his lunch break.
~ He never has a lunch break.

I do now. Your mother insists on it.

Hello, nurse!

We've half a dozen ulcer patients
coming in for dressing changes.

Oh, Patrick, you've cut
yourself shaving again.

It's that new safety razor.

That had better be Mrs
Gee about the name tapes.

Dad, I want to wear long
trousers, not shorts.

Mum's bought me shorts and
I don't want to wear them.

And what does your mother say?

That she likes to see young
boys in shorts and, anyway,

she's already bought them.

But Nurse Crane says I
have legs like rhubarb,

~ and she's an old woman.
~ Tim...

Imagine what they'll
say at grammar school.

Well, other people will
be wearing shorts.

Other people have different legs!

Nobody enters a caravan
without being invited.

We're entirely happy to
stand outside and talk.

We're looking for a young lady
who had a baby very recently.

That'd be my niece, Breda.

Is Breda's baby in that
rather smart pram?

No, he's inside,

out of the wet, where
you'd expect him to be.

We don't want to pry,

but we weren't aware of medical help
being sent for when Baby arrived,

and we just wanted to make sure
both Breda and the little one

were comfortable and well.

We didn't send for any help
because none was needed,

any more than it's needed now.

I deliver all the babies
in this family,

always have, like my
grandmother before me.

We were only concerned,

because we'd heard that Breda was
a tiny bit on the young side.

She's 16.

And married, in case you were wanting
to ask questions about that.

Aunt Attracta, I want
to show him to them.

Will you please come inside?

Wipe your feet.

What a perfectly immaculate
umbilical stump.

Yes, it's drying up very nicely.

I like to use fuller's earth myself,

but Breda made me put
baby powder on it.

It smells nicer.

We could bring you some of
our medicated cord powder,

~ if you'd like.
~ It's the colour of him that bothers me.

I keep telling her, it's a
touch of the jaundice is all.

Your aunt's quite right.
It's nothing to worry about

at this stage,

just a sign that Baby's adjusting
to being in the outside world.

This yellow tinge should
fade in a day or two.

And we can look in again,
just to reassure you.

All right.

I'm making tea, for my grandmother.

She didn't eat her dinner,
it's all she wants.

Will you take a cup?

Oh, thank you. That's very kind.

I didn't expect glamour
when I came into nursing.

But I had hoped for something
more than a night in,

discussing square dancing
and drinking Horlicks.

~ Actually, it's Bournvita.
~ Hmm!

~ I might faint with excitement(!)
~ So what are we going to wear?

Checked shirts are quite
popular, and I have plenty.

I was hoping for a poodle skirt,

like the one the Queen wore
when she went to Canada.

The trouble with poodle skirts

is they can't be worn with
a straight face any more.

You need a dash of irony
or you'll simply look naive.

I believe the tickets
are half a crown.

~ For the square dance.
~ Oh, of course.

My cousin and I decided to have
an adventure the year before last.

We indulged in a week in Butlins.

~ There was a square dance every night.
~ Oh!

Thank you.

What's all this? Woman
In A Dressing Gown again?

I can't do a thing with her, Nurse.
No breakfast again this morning.

And whose fault is that?

I go off my food when I'm upset
and you keep upsetting me!

You know my views on Vaughn Sellars.

And you know your father's views.

I'm going to be sick.

I'll deal with this.

I'm hardly bringing anything up.

It's just all bile.

Take a sip of water.

Good morning, Mrs Turner.

Have you got room for one
more sample in that batch?

Is it ready to go?

I'm about to send them off and
I have to leave on time today.

It's all marked up.

If my hunch proves correct,
we've got our work cut out -

pregnancy test for
Paulette Roland, Miss.

Good luck at the grammar
school, Timothy.

I suspect I'm going to need it.

Make sure you work hard, eh?

You heard the lady. And good
on you for getting in!

Used to be one of my cubs.

Aw, it's lovely watching them all
getting on in life, isn't it?

Not 'arf.

And what can I do for you, Mr Buckle?

I take it you don't need name tapes
or a badge for your blazer.

No, I came for some of those
shoelaces you mentioned.

Of course. Nylon, with a metal aglet.

That'll be one and four.

Oh, look at these ribbons.

My girls always had new hair ribbons

for going back to school.

I remember.

Did I hear that Marlene
went to live in Canada?

She's back in Birmingham now,

Dolly's in Australia

and three nippers between them.

Ah, well, your wife
would be very proud.

She was a lovely woman.

Yes, she was.

My Bert thought highly of her, too.

I can still see his face the
morning after that air raid.

They had it tough, those ARP wardens.

Mm.

Well, someone had to do it

and someone will have to do it
again if they drop that bomb.

Well, we're working on
that, aren't we, eh?

Lads, I'm watching you.

They're not bad boys, just...

.. wilful.

I've come to see Breda and baby John.

I brought the cord
powder we mentioned.

She's taken him out in his pram,
"Get a bit of sun on him", she said.

Probably just wants to show him off.

Yes.

But she shouldn't try to
do too much, too soon.

Ah, sure, the young ones,

they're over it in no time.

It's older mothers who
feel it a little more.

Will you take a chair
and wait for her?

I'll make you some tea.

My grandmother, Pegeen, she's
going out with the tide.

Doesn't want food any more.

I give her tea in one of her
good cups, make it feel special.

It's a beautiful pattern.

Crown Derby.

It was part of her dowry
when she married.

Half the tea goes down her
neck, the rim's that wide.

Would you like a doctor to visit,

to see if there's anything he can do?

He might want her moved.

She wouldn't want that.

Morning, Sister.

Oh, hello, Breda.

You sit there and have a rest.

I don't need tea.

Oh, yes.

Hello.

I'll get it.

Allow me, I'm waiting for
news on a number of cases.

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Evening, Dr Turner.

He wants you.

Speaking.

Nurse Crane,

why did you request a pregnancy
test for Paulette Roland?

Because there's a
boyfriend on the scene,

and I know the difference between
diabetes-related nausea

and morning sickness.

Yes, you do.

The results came back positive.

~ Oh, hell's teeth!
~ 'Hell's teeth, indeed.'

Diabetes and pregnancy
are a very dangerous...

'combination.'

I can't be in the family way!

I can't...

I labelled the sample myself,

and saw it packed up and sent off.

You never told me you were
sending it anywhere!

I'm 17! I've a right to know
what you're doing with my wee!

Tell her she's made a mistake.

Tell her it isn't possible...

We were trying to be careful...

.. but we couldn't manage it.

Stupid...

.. little...

.. slut!

How am I going to tell your father?

He's halfway to ruddy Rio
de Janeiro on an oil tanker!

~ Mrs Roland...?
~ And you needn't be thinking

there'll be any sort
of shotgun wedding.

That Sellars lot are the biggest
wrong 'uns in Poplar,

and Vaughn's already been inside!

It was only borstal.

He's put all that behind him.

Besides, I love him and he loves me.

You don't know what
love is, Paulette.

Mrs Roland...?

Love is wanting the best
for someone, doing without,

to make sure that they get the best!

And don't be trying to tell
me that Vaughn Sellars

has done any of those things.

Are you a smoker, Mrs Roland?

You might find you'd benefit
from a cigarette?

I'm clean out of them.

Perhaps Dr Turner can
supply the deficiency?

He said he would wait in his car

till I gave him the nod.

What do you mean, "the nod"?

Sweetheart,

will you sup something
off the spoon for me?

Attracta?

I've brought something
that I thought might help.

Bless you.

Well, the difficulty isn't that
Paulette's unmarried, Mrs Roland.

It's that she's diabetic.

Will it make her worse?

Possibly very much worse.

So, what do we do?

In certain cases,

we advise a medically therapeutic

termination of the pregnancy.

Does that mean an abortion?

Yes, it does, dear.

That's against the law.

Going up some back street,
seeing some filthy woman...

This would take place in hospital...

.. legally.

Do you understand, Paulette?

I understand you want
to get rid of this baby.

It's not a baby, Paulette.

What are you - two months?

By my reckoning, she's
a little nearer three.

Well, the solution's
obvious, isn't it?

Thank the Lord.

You may find she becomes
a little more responsive

once she's taking in more liquid.

Dehydration can worsen confusion
when a person's very old...

Or near the end.

You take such wonderful care of her.

I can hardly remember my own mother.

Pegeen, she looked out
for me since I was born.

Found me a husband,

decent lad.

She had me promised to him
since I was ten years old.

And she taught me how
to birth children,

when the time came for that.

You can't be comfortable
kneeling there, Attracta.

Let me take over.

That'll be better for you.

And for Baby.

Yes.

She bought me these gold
earrings when I was born.

We always gave gold,

it's there to sell, or to
barter if times are hard.

But if I still have mine,

if I've never come upon
times as hard as that,

it's because of her
and all she taught me.

I can never repay her what I owe.

People go to prison for
getting rid of babies.

The mothers and the women who do it.

They keep saying it's allowed,

if you're sick and they
do it in a hospital.

Still a crime if you
don't want it done,

and we want that baby, don't we?

Do you want it, Vaughn?

I want you.

I just...

I feel like I'm such a liability,

needing needles and
wee tests every day,

and now this...

It's like people say
when they get married,

"In sickness and in health."

We're not married, Vaughn.

Not yet.

I'm not going to say,
"Do you mean that?"

Cos I know you do.

I'm not going to say, "Will you?"

Cos I know the answer.

It's absolutely beautiful.

You say that as if you've
never heard it before.

I haven't, for a while.

I've been mainly on
district nursing duty.

As this is your 11th pregnancy,

we did wonder whether you
should consider giving birth

at the Maternity Home,
when the time comes?

We would still deliver Baby...

Attracta, I'm not in the business
of forcing you to obey orders,

or to do anything that
doesn't feel right.

Whatever you want, I will
try to provide for you.

I don't want charity.

It isn't the way we do things.

If you tell me to go, I will,

but Pegeen is too frail to help you,

and I can't believe you really
want to give birth on your own?

No...

.. I don't.

Now, since his visit yesterday,

Dr Turner has arranged for Paulette

to be referred to Mr
Brockway at The London.

His expertise is in the
termination of pregnancy,

regardless of the medical reason.

I don't believe there
is a medical reason.

I think she's just making
you say that there is.

That's not the case at all.

Baby may grow very large,

develop abnormally, or even die.

And I wish I could mince
my words, Paulette,

but I can't because your
life will be in danger, too.

You can at least let me
do one thing for myself.

Have you got children, Nurse Crane?

No, Mrs Roland, I am a spinster.

How dare you even come into my house.

~ I wanted to speak to you, Mrs Roland.
~ Oh, you do, do you?

~ Sit down, Vaughn.
~ No, I can't, I've not been invited.

Look, you may think I'm no good,
but I was brought up proper.

On the fast track to
Pentonville, more like.

Mrs Roland. Why not hear the lad out?

Because he's got nothing to say
that I'd be interested in hearing.

I want to marry Paulette, Mrs Roland.

There's no need.

There's every need. I love him,
Mum. And I'm going to have a baby.

No, you are not. Having this...
child will put your life at risk!

Conveniently for you.

Vaughn, that's not the attitude.

I think you should leave.

I'll leave your house.
But I won't leave her!

Oh. Good evening.

Um, I've got something of yours
in this bag. And I'm really sorry.

My hubcaps. I see.

Well, very well, young man.

These are no good to me until they
are once more properly affixed

to the wheels from which
they were purloined.

It wasn't me who did it.

We'll discuss the finer
points in due course.

I did a bit of mechanics
back in borstal.

My probation officer reckons
it'll stand me in good stead.

Has he encouraged you to mention
it at your interview?

He's encouraged me to tell the truth.

Prove I'm determined to be honest.

Is that what this is all about?

People think I'm a wrong
'un, Nurse Crane.

But that's my family, not me.

I don't want my baby got rid of,

and I don't want it born
a you-know-what either.

You mean born outside of wedlock?

Well, it's no start in life, is it?

No, love. It isn't.

But with diabetes in the picture,

that's the least of
everybody's worries.

Look, me and Paulette know there's
a chance it might go wrong.

But it might not. And I love her.

Her mum shouldn't
be stood in our way.

It's not my place to criticise.

Not even my place to comment.

All I would say is, speaking
entirely from my own experience,

is that when somebody thinks
the worst of a person because

of their background...
such a lot can be lost.

Did you have someone they
thought was a wrong'un?

No, kid.

The wrong'un was me.

Or maybe my mother.

I was a you-know-what.

All these years on, there's still
no nice way of saying it.

That's not fair.

No.

But it didn't stop me making
something of myself.

Anyway, young man, I want my vehicle
restored to glory. Chop, chop.

Afternoon, Mrs Gee.

Oh! Mr Buckle!

No need for formalities, I'm
here on a personal matter.

Oh. Cos you said Mrs Gee.

I thought you must've come
to check up on my map reading.

I am getting better,

but I still find it a bit difficult
to tell my left from my right.

~ At least, if I have to do it in a hurry.
~ Mrs Gee...

~ Violet.
~ Violet.

I wonder if you you'd do me the
kindness of accompanying me

to a function next Saturday night?

Oh. A function...?

It's in aid of the
Cubs. Square dance.

Do-si-do and all that.

Perfect.

Then you'll come?

Yes. I will, Mr Buckle.

Fred. Please.

Thank you, Fred.

Not exactly a room with a view,

but our residents are promised
all the mod cons.

My mum was beaming from ear to
ear when you frogmarched me off.

You've got me in your clutches now.

What I didn't say in front
of your mother, Paulette,

is that Dr Turner's admitted
you as a social case.

Because of your situation at home.

In what way is that supposed to help?

You're as keen for me to
get rid of it as she is.

That's not the case at all.

But you're a minor, you're under 21.

And that means you can't
make your own decisions.

Would you let me keep it,
if you were my mother?

I'm not your mother, kid.

If I were, there might be some
things I'd do differently.

But I'd still be worried sick about
your health, and your baby's.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have put you on the spot.

Come on. Nightdress, dressing
gown and slippers.

Then you can impress me
by doing your own jab.

I thought your solution to the Paulette
Roland case was rather clever.

It's only temporary.

I can't admit her
as a maternity case,

because the pregnancy
isn't advanced enough.

But there is a way around
most things if you try.

Wish I could think of a way
round these name tapes.

Even the socks have to
be labelled individually,

and I haven't even started.

Ask for help.

There's no need.

Ask for help. Say you
have too much to do.

No-one is invincible.

No. They aren't.

I wish you'd just come and
sit down and get cracking.

I think my eyes will not permit
it. Indisposition has dimmed them.

You mean disinclination
has dimmed them!

You're always harping on
about wanting to be needed.

Mrs Turner looked worn out
when she brought these round.

This reminds me of when
I first came to the Order,

and I had to mark my habit
and my veil with my number.

I always liked the idea that
a Sister I'd never known had

had my number once, and that one
day another girl would get it.

What is your number, child?

I should have it in my mind,

but it is erased by these
pettifogging handicrafts.

One-seven-nine.

I think that was Mother
Bertram's number.

Oh, I don't think it can be.

Mother Bertram was still
alive when I joined.

I shall repair to my room,

and seek out my Latin dictionary
to loan to our young student.

That is a far greater service
than any stitching on of labels.

I don't mind telling
you, my heart sank

when I was told I was nursing her.

Thank goodness I am used
to the vow of Obedience.

Did it take a long time?

Years!

I still have hard days
with it even now.

Poverty was never a problem,
and chastity - well,

you offer that up, and in the end
it's not something you think about.

No.

But not being able to have your head!

Having to go where others
feel you are called.

Still.

I've been told I can
take the night shift

at the Maternity Home on Saturday.

That's something to cling to.

You mark my words - the joy
of midwifery never dims.

Mr Brockway has asked for you
to be transferred to The London

this evening, Paulette.

I thought you were going
to let me stay here.

There's a bed available now,

and Mr Brockway wants to carry out
the procedure within a day or two.

My mum's agreed to this, hasn't she?

We've arranged for an ambulance
to pick you up at five.

Your mother will come here
and travel with you.

Sergeant Noakes?
Whatever's happening?

They've been served
an eviction notice.

There's a new law out. If they
don't have a licence to run this

as a campsite, then
they have to leave.

Well, can they apply for a licence?

They could, I suppose,
but that would take time.

Well, that could be a good thing.

There's a new baby here,
another due soon,

and an elderly lady who is dying!

I know you have your
work to do. But so do I.

Come on, lads, let
the Sister through.

Move aside, please!

Move aside!

Oh, no.

Attracta? Are you in pain?

Her time's come.

Ohh...

Right.

I think I need to get you somewhere
where you can lie down, Attracta.

Where I can examine you,
if you're agreeable -

and we can decide what to do.

You can let go of her hand, Pegeen.

I'll take care of her. I promise.

Knock, knock.

You can come in.

I told them the sight of all
the babies was upsetting me.

Are they letting you go?

No. Tonight I'm being
taken to The London.

They want to do the operation
as soon as possible.

And it's easier to run
away from here than there.

I've got my interview
at the print workers...

I want you to come with me!

Even if you won't, I'm going anyway.

Sergeant Noakes. This has to
stop. This lady is in labour.

In labour? Well, can't
you take her to hospital?

She wants to give birth in
her own home, which is here!

No evictions, and no transfers to
hospital are going to take place

until I give my permission.

Do you understand?

Yes, Sister. I do.

Right. All right.

Let's get you through.

Well done.

Move away, please!

All right. I've got you. Well
done, Attracta, well done.

There's a cousin of me mum's,

we call her Auntie Flo, lives
just outside of town.

If we go there, I can leave you with
her and come back for me interview.

All right.

It's a nice house. Not some slummy
old place, and she's all right.

She'll have to be, the mess we're in.

But if you get that job, things
will soon get better, won't they?

They wouldn't let me in last night.

Said she was tired,
and needed to rest.

That is one of the reasons
why she's here...

Oh, no..!

Ohhhh....

Push with the pain, Attracta. We
want a big, strong, brave push...

I haven't the strength.

Listen to the Sister.

Listen to you. Telling me all about it,
now like you're suddenly the expert!

You're the expert in
this room, Attracta.

I'm not...

This is a brave, beautiful body
that's done this many, many times.

It knows the way. And so do you.

That's only the head, Attracta!
You remember this!

It's a boy, Attracta.

A boy.

A beautiful, beautiful boy.

Oh, thank the Lord!

Yes.

And you, Sister.

Thank you.

Pegeen! What are you
doing out of bed?

Come in, Pegeen.

All's well.

Another lad...

Would you like to hold baby, Pegeen,

while I help Attracta
with the afterbirth?

Sit down, love.

You were there for my first.
Now you're here for my last.

No...

I'm done.

We're getting too old,
Pegeen. The both of us.

The Sisters did everything.

Except these.

Long trousers?

I never had them when I was a kid.

And I wanted them so much.

Come on, let's get ready
for the square dance.

I'll get that for you. Hello, Sister.

Oh, no...

Aunt Flo's place is another
day away, I reckon.

There are no buses till tomorrow
so we'll camp here tonight.

Please, please take my jacket.

You'll be freezing.

You're shaking, Paulette.

It's not the cold.
My blood sugar's low.

I need to eat, Vaughn.

There's still apples left.

No good on their own.

I have to say,

I didn't think the circular skirt
was a fashion I'd ever revisit.

I'd forgotten how the petticoats
scratch one's nylons.

I found a straggler,
waiting in the hall.

Hello, Deels!

I brought us a bottle of Bourbon.
It's a sort of American scotch!

I've already told her
I shan't be imbibing.

I'm motorised this evening, in case

we hear anything about
young Paulette.

Oh. Is there still no news?

Not as yet. But there's no point
in sitting home and moping.

Charity beckons, we
must heed the call.

I've got some cream
soda, Nurse Crane.

You can have some of that.

Thank you. And do call me Phyllis.

Just for this evening.

So, who's for a quick brightener?
Just me, Pats and Trixie?

Of course! Might take my mind
off this appalling skirt.

Chin-chin.

You said you need to eat.

The only place I could
get tick was in a bakery.

I just... I just feel
a bit sick, that's all.

I need another injection,
but I've run out.

I don't want anyone knowing where
we are. They'd split us up.

And get rid of our baby!

But if that's what's
best for you, though...

How can it be best for me?

It's not what I want.

Sometimes, what's best for you
isn't always what you want.

Oh, look! It's the Lone Ranger!

That's rather impolite,

when we've come to raise money
to send you on holiday.

Do you know your way
to the community centre?

~ Yes.
~ There's a dance on there. I want
you to go and fetch Dr Turner.

Now I'm going to rub some glucose
powder on the inside of your cheek,

to raise your blood sugar level.

I want to dance with you.

You ARE dancing with me!

Yes - you and half of Poplar!

I mean a foxtrot or
a waltz. Even a tango.

There isn't a place on Earth
where that would happen.

There must be. Somewhere.

And until we find it, we'll just
have to dance together in our heads.

I've come for the doctor.

♪ The sky has fallen down

♪ In despair my heart does drown

♪ I dread each day, the
nights are far worse

♪ From heartache I have no relief

♪ Until the ground summons me beneath

♪ This burden I bear

♪ Each moment is a curse

♪ From here I'll not wander more

♪ The girl I left behind me... ♪

Do you know anything about this?

Open up. Open up!

There's a bucket in the corner.

It's not that. I've got a
job interview this morning.

Good luck with that(!)

Look. You can make one phone call.
Who do you want? Your brief,

or your probation officer?

Neither of them.

I just got your message, Vaughn.

Is Paulette all right?

She will be. One way or another.

It's not what I wanted. None of that.

None of this.

I know.

But you did the right thing,

and I'll make sure that's
said before the court.

Will you tell her I love her?

Consider it done.

Thank you.

They'll bring you something
to calm you down now.

You won't have to keep
looking at the clock then.

You have it. You're
the one who's shaking.

Nurse Crane said you would
have been dead already

if it wasn't for Vaughn.

I reckon he must love
you as much as I do.

And doctors find new
things out all the time.

Who knows? In a year or two,
you might have another baby.

Things might be completely
different then.

I'll make sure Vaughn gets a message,
when you're out of theatre.

I was waiting for ya.

My aunt said I was to give you this.

I shouldn't accept this...

I'm not supposed to have
personal possessions.

Well, let's say it's ours, and
we're just lending it to you.

Pegeen would like that.

'We're not defined by the things
that make us separate and distinct

'but by the moments that we share
and the memories we make.'

MUSIC: Love and Devotion
by The Vocaleers

'And we're shaped by the
hands we hold in ours

'and cherish and gently let go.'

~ Good night, Fred.
~ Good night, Vi.

Is she from the Government?

Fingers, strong like
monkey paws! Oooh, yes!

Can we buy two pretty girls a cake?

We don't like cake.

'They couldn't live
without each other.'

You can see it, can't you?

♪ It flows, it flows everywhere

♪ And you know it's there

♪ Now that's love and devotion

♪ Love, love and devotion

♪ No, no, no, no, no, no

♪ No mixed emotion... ♪