All language subtitles for Call.the.Midwife.S06E01.BluRay.1080p.AC3.H265-d3g.en

'It is not time itself that
we notice passing,

'but the things it erases and
reclaims for eternity.

'Infancy, childhood,

'golden moments, red-letter days,

'the darkest nights.

'All washed away, as if by water.

'All out of sight, as if by tides.'

It's all right, Beryl.

This will pass. It will pass.

You cannot interrupt the signal
without warning.

The impulses within will disconnect
and become deranged.

Sister, I tasked you with the
flowers in the chapel this morning,

to celebrate the return of our
sisters and our staff from Africa,

but now I find the vases empty.

And you...gyrating in front of
the television.

Sister Ursula, I admit
that the vases

await my effort, but I firmly refute

all charges of gyration!

Flowers, dear.

Oh, wait.

Rest assured, Nurse Busby,

if Matron makes a beeline
for this bun today,

it shall not be found wanting.

I could do without another
public reprimand.

We're studying breech births,
and there's a test next week.

Nurse Mount.

- Have you lost your way to the
clinical room?
- No, Sister Ursula.

Then might I suggest you join
me there...

at your earliest convenience?
Patients await.

Meanwhile, we're all awaiting
her departure.

- Thank you.
- Oh, dear.
- Go inside, Barbara.

All right, guv'nor, thank you.

No sooner looked but they loved,

no sooner loved but they sighed,

and in these degrees have they made

a pair of stairs to marriage.

- Dare we ask to see the ring, Babs?
- I don't have one, yet.

Tom proposed to me in
a field in Africa,

so I've got a blade of grass
in a Germolene tin.

Simply charming.

I do hope no ointment was
wasted in the process.

We husbanded our resources very
carefully, Sister Ursula,

and left Hope Clinic
in a much better state

than it was when we arrived.

We even left Nurse Franklin
behind - on loan -

- for the next two months.
- So I've been informed.

Now, I imagine luncheon
will be welcome.

It certainly would.

Oh.

Has something gone wrong in
the kitchen?

Not at all.

I simply thought that with the
return of our adventurers,

we might embrace a new routine.

A frugal luncheon,
packed if required,

with our hot meal served at
the end of the working day,

not in the midst of it.

But it's clinic this afternoon,
Sister Ursula,

and a hearty meal at one o'clock
helps keep us all going.

Sister Winifred, could you fill the
water jug, please?

Of course.

- Would you like a dash of
lemon barley in it?
- No.

Don't sit down just yet, ladies.

The Mother House will be
telephoning in a few moments,

and I'm sure Sister Julienne would
like to take the call.

Of course.

Nonnatus House.
Sister Julienne speaking.

Greetings.

Sister Julienne!

Oh, my dear.

You look so very well. And happy.

Yes. Oh, I've just delivered
a beautiful little boy,

and you've all come home!

I've just been speaking to
Mother Jesu Emmanuel,

and she thanks everyone who's just
returned from South Africa

for their service to the order,

and of course to the people that
we helped.

She also wished me to tell you an
important piece of news.

Sister Ursula, who has worked
so tirelessly in our absence,

will not be returning
to the Mother House.

As of today, she will officially...

be in charge of all matters

medical and spiritual here
in Nonnatus House.

And I will be serving...

as a member of staff,
underneath her.

I would like to be the
first to...

offer my good wishes

to our new superior.

Pink for maternity,
blue for postnatal.

A ticket for each patient to be seen
in strictly numerical order.

I'm sorry, Sister Ursula,

but the traditional half-hourly
timings have worked well enough.

But is well enough good enough,
Mrs Turner?

Before the order's Cottage Hospital
was closed,

there were accusations
of inefficiency.

I shouldn't like the clinic here to
be subjected to complaints.

Oh, most mothers don't mind when
things run on.

They can attend talks and catch up
with their friends

over tea and biscuits.

In future, Mrs Turner, biscuits will
be for fainters only.

Eating for two should be about
careful nutrition,

not self-indulgence.

Oh, what's all this?
Are we having a raffle?

No, but we're taking a gamble,
if you ask me.

Sister Julienne, whatever are you
doing? That's very heavy work.

Sister Ursula charged me with
setting out the furniture.

It is a necessary task,
and one I do gladly.

Pink ticket number 21.

I think that will be you, Mrs Watts.
Thank you.

I'll have a feel of your
tummy in a minute.

Before I do that, do you want to
tell me why Master Mickey's

not in school today?

He's having trouble with
his waterworks.

During the day, or just at night?

At night, mainly, but...

when he has an accident, he cries.

He won't go to school
in the morning.

I think the other kids torment him.

He doesn't smell of wee, or
anything. I'd never let that happen.

- No.
- He gets called names because
of those glasses.

We've been waiting and waiting to
hear back from the hospital.

It can't be much fun peering out at
the world from behind

that pirate's eye patch, young man.

How about, I'll ring
that eye department

and chivvy them along?

Yes, please.

I could nip to the telephone now.

They might even squeeze you
in this afternoon.

Oh, I can't do anything else today.

I've been sat here for hours waiting
for my number to come up,

and I've got obligations.

We'll salvage that mascara.

And when we've listened
to baby's heartbeat,

pop off and attend to your business,

and I'll telephone St Cuthbert's.

All right, mate?! How you doing?

- You're looking great!
- Lester.

Trudy!

Blimey, Trude, good job they let
me out for good behaviour.

- You? Good behaviour?
- Get any bigger,
I'll be needing longer arms.

Daddy's won a cup for his boxing.

Go on, Mickey, take it.

Take it.

There you go.
You can start your own collection.

Got a pair of gloves waiting
for him down the gym.

No, Lester. Not the ring,
not for Mickey.

What's with his glasses?

- Is it that squint?
- The proper word's an astigmatism.

Oi, Lester. Come on.

Compliments of the boss.

# I don't need a kingdom

# I don't need a throne

# Or a crown with diamonds
Shining bright

# Mm-mmm-mm

# If you said you loved me

# And you were mine alone

# Then I'd be a king for tonight

# Every single time you hold
my hand... #

Patsy? Why is this letter thanking
me for volunteering

to give a pottery demonstration at
the, and I quote,

"Commonwealth Day Tea Party"
in the community centre?

I had to give the organisers a list
of people who'd contribute.

And you did quite enjoy the
lessons you had before you went to
South Africa.

Do turn that transistor down, Deels.

- Crackling's agony.
- Sorry.

I'm soldiering on in pursuit
of Radio Luxembourg.

The set's still in South Africa,
and no telly.

This is our only chance
of entertainment.

Apart from our cocktail
of the day...

which is the Grasshopper.

Equal parts creme de menthe, creme
de cacao, evap and a dash of cocoa.

Slips down like a liquid
after-dinner mint,

- and then kicks you like a mule.

We got you some bitter lemon.

Actually, I'll have a cocktail,
if it's all the same to you.

Vicars' wives drink quite
a lot of sherry,

and I think it's time I got
myself in training.

- I'll raise a glass to that.
- Me too!

To Barbara's looming career as an
inebriate clergy spouse.

Oh!

The lady of the house, if you would
be so kind.

Zelda, someone to see you.

# The best things in life
are free... #

You come about the rum, dear?

As you may observe, I am in uniform,
therefore I won't imbibe.

I've called with a message for
Mrs Trudy Watts,

about an appointment at
the eye clinic.

I'm her mother.
You may as well come in.

# Your love gives me such a thrill

# But your love don't pay my bills

# I need money... #

Excuse me.

- # That's what I want
- That's what I want

- # That's what I wa-a-a-a-nt
- That's what I want... #

Come on, then, darling.
Give us all a thrill!

They got hold of a load of raw rum
from somewhere,

need a stocking to sieve out all
the bits of carbon.

It would seem I've come at
an inconvenient time.

I'll leave this for your attention.

- # Lots of money
- That's what I want

- # Whole lot of money
- That's what I want... #

Of course. Thank you.

Well, that's my fate sealed.

My pottery teacher said she'll lend
me her wheel.

I have to teach the Sunday school
a Maori haka.

We can be companions in despair.

I do want you to have a
proper ring, Barbara.

I know. And I know we can't
really afford one.

Yet.

Besides, that blade of grass is more
precious to me than diamonds.

I'm Barbara Gilbert, midwife
and curate's fiancee,

- not Zsa Zsa Gabor.
- Not many girls would say that.

Well, you're not engaged
to many girls.

No. Just you.

- See you later.
- Bye!

See you at the gym.

Come on, then. Your mother's
conked out on the couch.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

I've had a long day.

I've had a long eight months.

You never did that in my dreams.

You never did that in mine.

Ow!

I'm going down the dock road.

There's girls down there who'll give
it to me better than you ever did

for a ten bob note.

Some of them will do it for
a gin and orange, or a snakebite.

Ah!

It's all right, Mickey.

I promise.

Ah, good morning.

May I point out that it is eight
o'clock and 30 seconds precisely?

And I do not enjoy commencing my day

with an impersonation of
the speaking clock.

Sister Winifred - maternity home.

I shall take over from you for
the night shift.

Nurse Gilbert - all the bookings in,

plus an extra task in support
of Mrs Trudy Watts.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting,
Nurse Crane.

Sister Ursula stopped me
in the corridor.

There's absolutely no need to
apologise, Sister Julienne.

I've put you down as first
on call today.

I think we'll be hearing
from Mrs Gupte,

and she'll need someone
very experienced.

No, I'm afraid Dr Turner's been
called to an emergency.

No, I can't prescribe.

Because I'm only 15.

- Where's your mother?
- She suddenly felt really ill.

She asked me to sit here for
a minute,

because she couldn't leave the
medical records unattended.

Leave this to me, and run for your
bus. Don't forget to comb your hair.

Good morning. Midwife calling.

I hope you've got some Alka-Seltzer
in that bag of yours.

Or a box of Omo, cos that bloody
kid's wet the bed again.

- Has Mickey gone to school?
- Yes. Thank Christ.

Snivelled all the way, mind you.

Could you tell Mrs Watts that
Nurse Crane has asked me

to collect him this afternoon,
and take him to the eye clinic?

She thought it might help her
if she could rest.

All right. Well, I can't take him.
I'm off to Margate.

I weren't joking about that
Alka-Seltzer.

We don't carry it, I'm afraid.

Knock-knock.
All patients dispatched.

Doctor plied with tea and provided
with clean instruments,

and sent off on his rounds.

- Thank you, Sister.
- You still
struggling with Cape Town tummy?

Only shook mine off
about a week ago.

Is it...both ends?

It's kind of you to ask, but I'm
sure no-one needs chapter and verse

on my every visit
to the smallest room.

Violet, would you be averse to
me paying you a compliment?

So long as it doesn't interfere with
my press stud inventory.

You have got a lovely silhouette.

Don't you start talking to
me in French, Fred Buckle.

You don't know where it might end.

Good afternoon, Nurse Gilbert.
What can I do for you?

Do you stock plastic pants,
aged five to six?

Could you attend to that light bulb
for me, please, Frederick?

Strictly speaking,
they're an incontinence garment,

not baby linen, but I can telephone
one of my wholesalers for you.

Meanwhile, I was hoping that you'd

have something for
me to admire by now.

Oh, no, not yet.

That piece of grass will be dead
by Commonwealth Day,

and you'll want to have something
to show off by then,

as I gather that you're going to be
performing on your potter's wheel.

Oh! They'll be needing bobbies on
horseback to control the crowds.

I'm actually quite nervous about it.

The wheel is quite
difficult to control,

and the only other time I've used
it, things became quite violent.

If you're nervous,

why don't you come and give
a demonstration to my Brownies?

Practice makes perfect.

Oh, yes, good afternoon.
Is that Renton's Hygienic Garments?

We can sit down and enjoy
our holiday.

Sorry, Miss Dawkins. I was calling
to collect Mickey Watts.

He has an eye clinic appointment.

He left ten minutes ago
with his father.

Oh! Oh, that's fine, then.

Who do you reckon loves you most,
Mickey?

Most out of everyone you
ever knew or met.

Mum.

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

And who do you reckon
loves you next most?

Me. I do. Your dad.

And Granny Zelda loves you.

The world's full of people who love
you, cos you ain't even six yet.

But you're going to be seven next
year, then eight, then nine,

all the way up to numbers you ain't
even done in school yet.

And you're going to
get called names.

And you're going to get thumped.

And you'll have to fight
your corner.

You'll have to fight for
every bastard thing you've got,

cos the only person who's ever
really going to love you...

..is you.

And that's why I'm going to show you
what to do with these.

Midwife calling.

I've had a breakthrough
on the bed-wetting front.

But you took Mickey to the
hospital about his eyes.

- Anyway, where is he?
- Didn't his father bring him home?

The gloves have gone.

This is how you learn to be a man,
Mickey.

This is how you stop 'em
calling names.

Mickey!

I'm sorry, Mrs Watts, but Mickey's
father had the right to remove

him from school premises, as long as
he had permission from the staff.

But he never had permission
to take him to the gym.

Lester's not a fit father.
He's only just come out of prison.

Neither Nurse Crane nor I knew that,
Trudy.

I'm not sure it would have made any
difference if you had. He was

convicted of demanding money with
menaces, not cruelty to a child.

So he's free to do
what he likes, then?

Thank you.
You made that very clear.

We were only trying to help.

I'll drop round the gym and have
a friendly word.

Sister, aren't you coming downstairs
to join us for handicrafts?

I can't.
I'm preparing for my life vows.

Community recreation is just
as important.

Sister Ursula says I need to spend
more time on my studies.

The difficulty with television is
that it kills the conversation

in the room so completely.

Without that cumbersome device
to distract us,

we can take greater pleasure
in our handicrafts.

And in one another's company.

Sister Ursula, are we
allowed to know

where the television set has gone?

Suffice to say, it is now in
a place where it will be enjoyed.

I had the police call round the gym.

Acting all matey. The police!

Making sure there was nothing they
need to investigate,

when there wasn't a mark
on the little bastard!

You're good at that, aren't you?
Not leaving marks on people, Lester.

I never know whether it's cos you're
clever, or cos you're just a coward.

Coward?

Coward?

Cowards don't do this, do they?

Or this.

Or this!

Lester...

- What about Mickey?
- He'll be all right.

He ain't got the brains to get
himself in any bother.

Your dad's playing a game, Mickey.

It's like a pirate game.

We're pretending he's gone away to
sea, and he's put me in a prison.

Listen, I want you to go
and get some toys,

and sit and play on the stairs.

- You can pretend you're guarding me.
- All right, Mummy.

The most important thing,
when you begin to throw a pot,

is to make sure that your clay is in
the absolute centre of your wheel,

so you need to throw it down firmly.

Ooh!

Stop laughing at once!

How can poor Nurse Gilbert make
a lovely vase if she can't

concentrate because of
all the noise?

Then you need to smooth it
- oh, dear - into a cone shape.

Oh, erm...

Erm, right.

Oh, er...

Erm, and the next step is
to make an opening...

Oh. Oh.

Mickey, it's getting too dark for
this part of the pirate game.

I need you to go and fetch
something for me.

All right, Mummy.

I have noticed a certain halting of
progress since I assumed the

role of your spiritual directress,
but the prospect of life vows can be

a difficult time for a novice, and
you are assured of all our prayers.

I don't always doubt them.

There are times when I feel them
upholding me like wings.

And times when you do not?

Push it under the door, lovey.
Here, push it towards me.

That's it. That's it, Mickey.

I don't want to ply you with
questions, child,

but if I do not ask them,
I fear we shall not find answers.

Do you think I don't ask
questions myself?

Questions come into my
head all the time.

Sometimes I think
He is asking them of me.

Sometimes I think I'm
asking them of Him.

The voices are more similar
than you'd think.

It's all right, baby.
It's all right.

- I promise you.
- Mummy, when are you coming out?

Mummy!

Mickey... Mickey, run and...
bang on the door.

Bang on it. Run.

Help! Help!

- Help me! Help my mummy!

Hurry!

Help!

Oh, my dear.

Oh.

Come inside.

Come inside, where we can help you.

- What is this disturbance?
- Mrs Watts is in labour.

Things are moving rather fast.

In that case, she should be at the
hospital or the maternity home.

She was unable to make
her way to either.

We will assess the situation here
and see what we should do.

Clinical room, straight away.

You've looked after your mother
very well, young man.

Now, I think it's time
someone looked after you.

Would you like to come with me?

We'll see if we can find
the biscuit tin.

Might find some chocolate ones,
if we're very lucky.

That's it. That's it.

- Won't be long now. Trust us.
- I do.

Oh!

Oh, I can see baby's head, Trudy.

One last push.

There.

You have a daughter, Trudy.

Mucus extractor.

What's happening?

We need to clear baby's airways.

Love you, little girl.
Love you, do you hear me?

- Will we have to go to hospital?
- It
would be best in the circumstances.

I don't care. I'm not going.

I'm not leaving Mickey.

Bit of a rude arrival for the
poor little soul.

Bathing in her own first
bowel movement.

- But will she be all right?
- There's no harm done.

And Mickey is watching television
with my own lad.

And wearing a slightly-too-small
pair of my daughter's pyjamas.

But a boy can't have everything.

We're going to set up
a camp bed for him,

so he won't be far away.

We can talk about everything
else in the morning.

I used to go down the old rectory
gardens when I was a kid.

Do my dreaming.

You can hear the church bells
ringing down there.

No wonder I used to dream about
weddings and white dresses.

But love never really got
me anywhere at all.

Love brought you here tonight,
though, didn't it?

Love is why you refused to go
to hospital.

So you could keep your
little family together.

But love won't keep us safe, Nurse.

I need to start hating now.

Oh, lass, such strong words.

But I've got to be strong now.
Don't you see?

Why don't you wait till morning?

You contradicted my
authority last night.

Junior members of staff heard of it.

And so did Sister Mary Cynthia,
who is approaching the end of her

novitiate, and requires
a clear example of our rule of life.

No, Sister.

Sister Mary Cynthia requires
encouragement, gentleness,

and understanding. Last autumn,
she was violently attacked.

She gave them the necessary
evidence, and since that date,

she's never spoken a word of it.

But what if she needs to
speak of it?

Sister Mary Cynthia takes her
strength from our continued prayers,

and you can uphold her further
by setting an example, Sister.

Obedience in all things,
including the will of the Almighty.

Lester, get out.

Got in easily enough.

- You've got no right to be here.
- Yes, I have.

I'm checking out what's mine.

- Trudy, this isn't sensible.
- He'll be at the gym for three hours.

If I go home, I'll be safe.

I'll be somewhere where doors
can be locked, by me.

Do you at least have money
for your taxi fare?

I'm asking the cabbie to stop at
Ziegler's Jewellers.

These got me into this mess -
they can get me out of it.

Taxi fare, new locks, solicitor.
In that order.

I'm getting a divorce.

- Wait for me!
- Wait!

I'm actually struggling to
understand the connection

between the Commonwealth and
balloons, Barbara.

Well, they're made of rubber,
which comes from India, Malaysia,

- and Ceylon.
- And what about pottery?

Everywhere in the former
empire use plates.

I've just realised this will be
our first parish event

as an engaged couple.

Well, I should give my Germolene tin
an extra polish, then.

- Oh, it doesn't matter, Tom.
- It matters to me.

Trudy,
baby was only born last night.

Dr Turner's on his way,

but we'd all feel better if you had
the usual twice-daily visits.

And I think you would, too.

I'm a good mother, Sister.
You have to trust me.

I do trust you.

Just like you trusted us last night.

- They want to help you, Trudy.
- I'm
going to have to do this on my own.

My mum kept putting
all her chips on men -

marrying them, not marrying them.

Always ended up with a black eye,
and the same old mess.

I broke out that bedroom on my own.

And now I'm going to
break away from him.

I want you to succeed, Trudy.
I really do.

- But...
- No. No, don't you cry.
Please don't you cry.

I'm happy about this, Sister.

I'm doing something I should have
done a long time ago.

Trudy, so few people have
the courage to do that.

Trudy!

This is my house! Open this door!

It is my house too, because I am
your wife, and you are not

coming over this threshold because
my children aren't safe if you do.

You can't keep me out!

What's happened?

I've been fighting for my rights.

I'll have the law on you!
Changing my bloody locks!

What's happened, Sister?
Got yourself a puncture?

Sister, I know your door
isn't locked...

..but I will not force my way in.

And I've taken your name
off the roster,

so that you can rest.

You can't do that!

You aren't in charge!

Even Sister Ursula isn't
really in charge.

My head is so full of scriptures
that the phrases fray...

..and jumble on occasion....

..but I would still lay every
slipple at your feet,

if I thought these fragments
might illuminate your way.

Will you take refuge
in medicine instead?

It will hydrate as a sedative.

I can't take it,
I've got so many things to do!

You have given this to women in
their labours countless times.

Ugh!

- You can't take my bag away!
I might need it!
- Sister...

Oh, Sister.

What was it Julian of Norwich wrote?

Not the thing about,
"All shall be well."

Not that, because I can't
believe that any more.

She wrote, "God did not say thou
shalt not be tempested,

"thou shalt not be travailed,
thou shalt not be diseased."

"But he said,
thou shall not be overcome."

Sister Mary Cynthia has never
received treatment

for mental instability.

And the most recent record
we have for her relates to

her injuries after the attack.

I blame myself for this.

I wanted her to survive. I wanted
her pain to vanish with her bruises.

She knew that.

And she lives and breathes
to please others.

I want Dr Turner to see her.

He will want to see her, too.

I'm sorry, it's just...

..the smell of the milk.

Breakfasts have been impossible.

Breakfasts?

I can't quite believe it myself,
Sister.

Even Patrick doesn't know.

But...

..I'm expecting a baby.

- And I'm so afraid.
- Oh!

And I'm not.

Because I never stopped praying.

But we were told we could
never have children.

Shelagh, there's no doubt
at all now.

You can ask him to share your joy.

I don't know how I'm going
to tell him.

I blame the films.

Makes girls go mad for romance and
roses and Rossano Bloody Brazzi.

And when they don't get it,
you'd think the sky had fallen in.

I thought that way meself once.

Or twice.

Maybe even three times, but my
son-in-law owns this house outright,

and he's got prospects,
and he respects his elders.

There's plenty worse off
than my daughter.

Er, Mr Watts is not willing to
allow Mrs Watts to remain

in the property if the marriage
is dissolved.

I'm not paying you to know what
my husband wants.

I want to know what I can do.

I thought you were supposed
to be a midwife.

Can't you stop that kid
from whingeing?

I find babies are unsubtle when
there's tension in the room.

So take her in the kitchen.

Or when they're removed any
distance from the mother.

Er, you can divorce your husband
for cruelty, Mrs Watts,

providing you can prove that
cruelty took place.

He locked me in the bedroom. I could
have died giving birth on my own.

Well, were there witnesses,
Mrs Watts?

There was witnesses when
he put his fist through that window.

- Would they testify to it?
- Course they won't bloody testify.

People round here have to get on
with their neighbours,

and like I said,
Lester's got connections.

And I've got burns -
here, here and here.

He did them with his cigarette.

Again, you would have to PROVE that,
Mrs Watts.

I'm extremely happy to
give a statement summarising

the medical overview.

Why should you have to?
You can see them.

Just like you can see the bruises
under my hair where

he digs his fingers in when
he don't get what he wants.

And how do we know you didn't do all
these things to yourself,

when you didn't get what YOU wanted?

She's got form in that department,
Mr Wylton.

That was years ago,
when Mickey was a baby.

And I put my own head in the oven.

I never tried to pretend
that was Lester.

It occurs to me, Mrs Watts, that you
may wish to apply for custody

of your children, in which case...

Custody? But they're my kids.

Why should I apply for anything?

Because they are your husband's
children, too.

You could be construed as having
a history of mental instability,

and he has certain rights.

What about Mrs Watts' rights?

And her children's - don't they have
a right not to be terrorised?

You look tired, Sister.

I slept for a long time.

How did you feel when
you fell asleep?

As though...

my mind was flat, and black.

Like a blackboard
covered in writing.

- And when you woke up?
- As though it
had been rubbed clean a little.

I have to keep my head still,

or else I can still see the words
out of the corners of my eyes.

Can you tell me what they say?

Say? The words - they don't talk.

Do you think I might be ill?

I do.

But that means you can be healed.

- Excuse me, please.
- Oh, sorry.

I can't and I won't barge in without
your say-so, but please,

let me take a look at you, Trudy.

Just had a delivery. Legal
papers, from Lester's solicitor.

He's going for custody with
immediate effect.

I would prefer to discuss the
situation with Mrs Watts.

Trudy, let me see if I can help.

You'll make things worse.

I've got to do this on my own.

Because I'm on my own.

So, if you'll excuse me, my
son-in-law has asked me to supervise

the locksmith, and this time,
madam here ain't getting any keys.

It's not right. It's just not.

The man Trudy's trying to
escape is a criminal,

and he's playing the legal system
like a penny violin.

I'm generally wary
of elaborate drinks,

but a small, dry sherry won't
hit the spot tonight.

So, what's our poison, then,
Phyllis?

Brandy Alexanders made with

condensed milk for a
velvety, luxurious taste.

This Women's Realm pamphlet's been
quite an education.

- Brandy Alexander, Patsy?
- No, thank you.

An evening of ulcer-dressing
and haemorrhoid compression

on the district rounds
rather spoilt my appetite.

And if you wouldn't mind
getting off my bed...

..I'd quite like a lie-down.

Doctor, if I wasn't aware of
Sister Mary Cynthia's need for

psychiatric help before I saw you
with her yesterday, I am now.

And I'm very grateful for
your interest.

There is a particularly gentle,
and therefore suitable,

therapeutic community near
Birmingham, called Northfield.

Because her family live there,
we may be able to get her in.

Doctor, the Order of St Raymond
Nonnatus is sister Mary Cynthia's

family now, and she's already left
for the Mother House.

She'll be seen by a Chichester
doctor as soon as she arrives.

- Dr Turner.
- Sister...

did you see Sister Mary Cynthia
before she left?

No, I did not.

She wasn't at the wards,

and when I went to her room before
breakfast, it was empty.

- I see.
- I cannot question what has
happened, but I do want it noted.

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Er, we've had an unscheduled
delivery at the station.

There was a bottle in
the bag she left.

The teat came off, and it leaked all
over the nappies and the clothes.

How can a mother abandon
her children?

And she obviously cares so much.

I think you'll find Trudy did this
BECAUSE she cares so much.

Be that as it may, we have to find
out where she's gone.

Abandonment is a criminal offence.
You can get six months.

Trudy Watts is not the criminal in
this situation, Sergeant Noakes.

No. I can see that.

I was about to telephone
the children's officer,

to organise a foster home.

But if we put these
children into care,

we may have trouble
getting them out.

Trudy's already on her knees.

I've no interest in kicking her,
or her kiddies, while she's down.

And I think I might know
where she's gone.

I've lost track of the times you've
crept into my room now.

I never tire of looking for the
look upon your face.

Is it going to be excited Pats,
or happy Pats?

Sad Pats or troubled Pats?

But I love all of those girls.

Even this one.

What, apologetic Pats?

Apologetic Pats and I do have
what you might call

a glancing acquaintance.

I owe you an apology.

For being brusque and not
telling you why.

And for something else which may
never happen, but if it does...

..it's going to hurt
us both so much.

What?

I've had a letter from Hong Kong.

- From your father?
- From his nurse.

He's developed a degenerative
condition of the nervous system.

Do you need to visit him?

- I spoke to his nurse. He's...

..paralysed.

He wants me to go to him, but...

..I don't know what to do.

I reckon this is one for you,
Nurse Crane.

Well, lass,
you've given us all a fright.

But I don't think anyone involved's
been more afraid than you.

I thought I was going to
kill myself.

But you didn't.

And I'm not going to ask you why,
because you're a mother.

Therefore,
the answer's quite obvious to me.

I thought there was no other way.

No other way to get away
from Lester.

- No other way to save the kids.
- There's always another way...

..if you've someone to
help you look for it.

Hello.

Hello, you.

- A ring.
- An engagement ring.

I bought it for both of us,
from my savings.

That's not the way it's meant to be,
Barbara.

No. It's a new way.

Our way.

And absolutely perfect.

'In the spring of 1962,

'no-one knew what the tides would
bring to Nonnatus House.

'The currents ebbed and eddied,
leaving no clear channel for its

'ship to sail upon, but even in the
midst of such uncertainty came joy.'

Are you going to watch me
do my drawing?

It's going to be
a very special picture.

'No-one is ever as alone
as they imagine.

'Trudy Watts spent some time
in a hostel for women,

'and the help she received changed
both her prospects and her fate.

'She was awarded custody of Mickey,
and his baby sister,

'and rehoused in
a council flat far from London,

'where there were green fields and
skies that held a hint of blue.'

Patrick.

You gave me a note once,
from you and someone else.

Now I'm giving you this...

from me, and someone else.

"Please will you be my dad?"

'For everything washed away,
a fresh potential dawned,

'and in every wave of change,
there came a new beginning.'

- Bye!
- Bye! Thank you!

Bye!

It's normally a wonderful thing,

a mother brimming over with
excitement.

In this case, it unsettles me.

I'm scared if you go in to that
hospital, you won't come out.

You are midwives and nurses,
not maids and nannies.

Those who do not earn their place
must find another.

Telephone for an ambulance
and the fire brigade!

Valerie Dyer. I'm a nurse.
Tell me what you need.