All language subtitles for Call.the.Midwife.S06E03.BluRay.1080p.AC3.H265-d3g.en

'Each life is a journey

'defined by the turns we take
and the roads we choose

'or which fate chooses for us.'

- Morning, Mr Chen.
- Morning, Miss Gilbert.

'Some travel geographically,
trading home for home,

'and one language for another.

'But we all move from
youth to maturity,

'childhood to parenthood,
as if we were traversing continents.

'The world shifts
and the climate alters.

'Safe passage cannot be bought

'and we have
no holy passport to protect us.'

It will be your turn very soon,
Mr Chen.

'And so we venture forward,
fragile maps in hand

'flying our banners of
courage and of hope.'

Oh, dear, Patrick

- Good morning, Dr Turner.
- Good morning, Sister.

Erm, I'm afraid you'll have
to excuse me -

I'm on my way to a meeting.

I imagine that would be the meeting
at the Board Of Health.

About Mr Powell's new Hospital Plan.

Yes, it is.

There are interesting implications
for our district, I suspect.

Which is why I've decided
that I ought to attend.

Well, I imagine you'd like a lift,
Sister.

Thank you.
That would be appreciated.

Well? Do we pass the test?

Approved for home birth.

Thanks, Nurse.
See, Ma, I told you she was nice.

Nurse Gilbert's from
Liverpool like me.

We have to talk about your plan for
afterwards, once baby's here.

After baby comes it's zuo yue zi.

It's the Chinese thing
she wants me to do.

Zuo yue zi means
"sitting the month".

It's confinement.

Me and the baby stuck in here
for 30 days

with my mother-in-law
looking after us.

You don't sound terribly keen.

It's just strange to me, that's all,
Nurse. Me mam was English.

It's me dad who's Chinese and I've
not seen him since I was five.

They deported him in '46.

That's awful.

Anyway,
it's not how I was brought up.

But I've said I'll do it.

Well, so long as you're sure,
we'll support you.

30 days is a very long time
for bed rest, isn't it?

Proper hygiene after the birth
though - on that we must insist,

no matter what Mrs Chen Sr says.

We don't want any nasty infections.

I have a feeling that Mrs Chen Sr
might be a bit of a handful.

I really hope Lucy can cope.
That's my biggest worry, actually.

It's an awfully small flat.

Chinese customs
are quite complicated.

I'm not sure Lucy feels
particularly Chinese.

And that's at least part of
the trouble.

- I hope I'm not late.
- Not at all. Successful trip?

A couple of blouses, thank goodness.

Some of my clothes are
barely decent now.

Including my uniform, which is
rather embarrassing.

I also got this.

I wasn't going to buy anything yet.

It seemed like tempting fate.
But it was so lovely.

And I gave away most of
Angela's baby things.

You're almost halfway through,
Shelagh.

You should be starting to prepare.

Enjoy it.

Oh, hello. How was your meeting?

Eventful.
They're trying to close us down.

What?!

It appears that the new Hospital
Plan For England And Wales

wants to move women away from small
maternity homes like this one

- and into big general hospitals.
- Oh, my goodness.

We're to be inspected, apparently,
and then they decide our fate.

They can't shut us down, we're busy,
there's obviously a need.

Enoch Powell thinks otherwise,
as does Sister Ursula.

But we're not going down
without a fight.

Shutting maternity homes across
the country - whatever next?

Only a man could think
it's a good idea.

Quite apart from anything else,

it's going to lead to an increase
in hospital births.

Hospital is the best environment
if specialist help is required.

And, if it is not, a woman's home
should be perfectly adequate.

With the greatest respect,
Sister Ursula,

some of the homes in Poplar
aren't adequate at all.

Exactly, Sister.

It's one of the reasons I opened
the home in the first place.

And why it's still needed.
Desperately.

So...

how long do we have and what are
we going to do about it?

They haven't given us much notice,
I'm afraid.

A little over a week.

But we have drawn up
a plan of action.

The building itself
needs some minor repairs,

so Fred will be seeing to
all of that.

On his own time, I assume.

As you will see from the sheet,
we are then going to gather as many

statistics on the maternity home as
we can get our hands on and present

the inspector with black and white
evidence of our achievements so far.

And how can we help?

Just keep doing exactly what you've
been doing since the home opened.

Providing our mothers and babies
with the very best care.

We are very short of staff
at present, Mrs Turner.

There have been departures

and we still await the return of
Nurse Franklin.

I'm afraid the maternity home
cannot be our principle concern.

We too are under scrutiny.

I think she's done now.

Thank you, Mrs Evans.

You can come in now.

Morning, ladies.

It's this one here.
The wheel keeps sticking.

Sorry, Mrs Collier,
we'll try not to get in your way.

That's all right.
I ain't going anywhere.

Any day now, Mrs Collier.

Well, it looks easy enough to fix,
Mrs Turner.

Good. Thank you, Fred.

Right. Shall we see how that blood
pressure is today?

You want to send that
inspector in to me.

I'll tell him what I think of him.

Trying to get this place
closed down.

I'm not sure that would do anyone's
blood pressure much good,
Mrs Collier.

This is much better, though.

135 over 85. Good for you.

Not in uniform today, Mrs Turner?

No. Not today.

Good morning, Sister.
Are you looking for something?

May I help you?

No, thank you, Nurse Crane.

I am merely making some
improvements to the roster.

And what improvements
might those be, Sister Ursula?

I'm introducing a 20-minute
time limit to all antenatal,

postnatal and district calls.

But, Sister, that's half the time
we usually allow.

A 20-minute visit is ample time
for checks and small procedures.

And it will enable each of you to
see three extra patients in a day.

It may be ample time in
a hospital situation, Sister,

but not in district practice,
I'm afraid.

Perhaps you would find it useful
to come out with us, Sister?

My role here is to ensure
the running of Nonnatus House
is efficient.

Sadly, I have personal experience of
what happens to institutions

that are deemed otherwise.

20 minutes, please.
It's for the best.

I'm going to get a frame for this.

Put me mam and dad up beside your
picture of Cyril.

The baby can grow up seeing
them all together

and work out who they look like.

Shall I get
a new frame for this one too?

Going to fall to bits soon.

Nothing wrong with frame. Leave it.

Are you sure?

Oh, Ma. You kept a piece of his baby
hair. That's lovely.

I'm going to do that too.

I said leave it. I will fix it.

I'm sorry, Sister, I realise this is
an inopportune moment

but I must speak with you.

Of course. What is it?

This 20-minute ruling imposed
on us by Sister Ursula

is completely impractical.

We are not machines
and nor are our patients.

District practice has variables that
precludes such a rigid approach.

We're treading
a very fine line here.

I am not certain that Sister Ursula
is altogether fit to be

making these decisions.

Nurse Crane...

Sister Ursula was matron
at the Order's cottage hospital

when it was closed for
inefficient practice.

She took it very badly,
blaming herself entirely.

I see.

Sister Ursula's ways are different.

But we must support her
and show willing.

Who knows?
Maybe we'll all be surprised.

# When you see a gentleman bee

# Round a lady bee buzzin'

# Just count to ten then count again

# There's sure to be an even dozen

# Multiplication

# That's the name of the game

# And each generation

# They play the same

# Now, there was two butterflies
castin' their eyes

# Both in the same direction

# You'd never guess
that one little yes

# Could start a butterfly collection

# Multiplication

# That's the name of the game

# And each generation

# They play the same

# Let me tell ya now
I say one and one is five

# You can call me a silly goat

# But ya take two minks
add two winks. #

I hope you haven't put those
out of alphabetical order.

Oh, no.

Every "i" on these records is going
to be dotted and every "t" crossed.

Dad, have they really started
closing places down?

Not here. Not yet. But we can't take
anything for granted.

Sister Ursula was Matron at
a Cottage Hospital that closed.

That might have been because of her.

I'm sure it was more
complicated than that.

Mrs Henderson is on her way in.

I'll go and get her settled.

Oh, looks like I'll be on Beatrix
Potter duty tonight, young lady.

And make sure it's Mrs Tiggy-Winkle
or the Flopsy Bunnies.

No Squirrel Nutkin.

Shelagh. Shouldn't we call someone
over from Nonnatus House?

I don't want you doing too much.

I'm in fine fettle, Patrick.

Besides, I don't want to give Sister
Ursula the pleasure of saying no.

Can you wait, Nurse?

I'm really sorry
but it'll get ruined.

It's me who should be sorry
for being so late.

Oh, come and join us.
Please. I've made plenty.

- Oh, er...
- Let me take this.

All right. That's very kind.

I'll be late for my tea anyway.

What this?

Well, you're always complaining
about me Chinese cooking,

so I've made something English.

It's called...toad-in-the-hole.

Toad?!

Well, not really. It's a sausage.

What's she saying?

- Cyril?
- Nothing.
- It looks lovely.

It would appear that

neither Nurse Gilbert nor
Sister Monica Joan are intending to

join us this evening.

I must say, it's most unlike
Sister Monica Joan to miss

an opportunity for Bakewell tart.

She mentioned a walk.

Another one? I hope she's not
becoming disorientated.

She's become very unsettled
since the...

..television went.

Perhaps the time approaches
for our Sister's retirement
to the Mother House?

I'm sure that won't be necessary.

You had to deal with an emergency,
I assume, Nurse Gilbert?

No. Not an emergency.

The 20-minute rule is not optional.

Nor is it something which applies
only to your colleagues

- and not to yourself.
- No, Sister. I'm sorry.

Nonnatus House will not carry
slackers, Nurse Gilbert.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Sister.

It won't happen again.

Sister Winifred,

would you be so kind
as to pass the custard?

My mother is nothing like
Mrs Chen, I promise.

She's going to adore you. Like I do.

Well, she isn't going to have to
live with me, is she?

Unless I've missed something?

No. Just us.

I can't wait.

Me neither.

Coming through.

Young Nurse Busby is escaping her
revision by offering all and sundry

- a cup of tea.
- And some toast.

She thinks I haven't spotted
her cunning ruse.

- Violet's jam. First of the year.
- Yes, please.

I believe there's similar excitement
in France with the arrival
of the Beaujolais.

Barbara's been telling me
about her evening meal.

My "slacking".

Well, I don't think it's slacking to
try and build up a patient's trust.

Of course it isn't.

You are a good midwife, Barbara,
and I don't want you to forget it.

But for the moment we just have to
do the best we can.

P'raps things will be easier for
you all when Trixie gets back.

I hope so. Right you are,
Nurse Busby. Chop chop.

Back to cephalopelvic
disproportion for you.

- What? What is it?
- Something's happening.

Ma. Ma.

I don't need your mother, Cyril.
I need a midwife.

Go!

This WILL help with the pain.

Just hold the mask over your face
like that. That's it.

Lucy. I'm going to ask your
mother-in-law to come in and help.

Here we are, Mrs Evans.

I'm just going to get a wrench.
Do you want me to answer that?

No, I'll do it, thank you.

Isn't it always the way?

We need to open the surgery,
it's already...

- Is no-one here to help you again?
- No.

Pass them nappies over 'ere,
Dr Turner.

I got nothing else to do.

Don't you dare get out of bed,
Mrs Collier.

We'll sort this out.

Another one like that, Lucy, now.
You're doing so well.

Isn't she, Mrs Chen?

Good, strong mother.

That's it.

Lucy, keep breathing...
gentle, slowly.

That's it. Head's born, Lucy.

One more gentle push.

That's it.

Congratulations.

You have the most
beautiful daughter.

Oh, look at her, Ma.

That's it.

Oh, she's lovely.

What is it, Ma?
Do you wish she was a boy?

No.

Girls very special too.

Sister,
my wife is spread too thinly.

And although she wouldn't
thank me for the term,

she is an elderly primigravida.

Even if I cannot appeal
to your compassion,

as a professional you must know
that extra strain is unwise.

The Order Of St Raymond Nonnatus
is all compassion, Dr Turner.

But what can I do?
The duties have been allocated.

There is only myself.

She's been out again.

The changes have unsettled her.

You don't think Sister Ursula
meant what she said?

I hope not, Sister.

To leave all that is familiar
would be the very worst thing for

Sister Monica Joan.

Sister Winifred?

May I have your bag,
Sister Winifred?

You are to spend the morning at
the Maternity Home with Dr Turner.

Mr Buckle.

I require you to furnish me
with a bicycle.

Draught very bad for you and baby.

Careful with head!

I know, Ma, it's all right.

Do you have a name for her yet?

I want to call her Linda.
After me mam.

No, no, no, no.

Very bad luck to have same name
as dead relative.

- Very bad.
- What?!

Not here, Mrs Chen.
Here it's a lovely thing to do.

It's a mark of respect.

It's me mam, Cyril, please.

You want baby to have bad luck?

What about...Lin? A Chinese name
and honours your mother.

I suppose.

But she'll always be Linda in here.

Hells bells!

Patrick. I've told you.
I'll do that.

No, no.
You're busy. Mending your dress.

It's not a dress, it's my uniform.

And I'm not mending it,
I'm letting it out at the seams.

So that I can look cool, calm,

collected and professional
during the inspection.

We could try being cool, calm,
collected and professional
now, really.

Yes, we could

but I'm not convinced that would
speed up my mending,

or your typing.

We'll pull through. We always do.

I'll check on Lin in a minute.

Everything seems to be going nicely
back into place, Lucy.

She seems to be having a nice nap.

At last. Honestly, Nurse.
What a night.

I don't think I've ever felt
so tired.

I've got this thumping bloody

headache and all.

Ma, not again.

Fish soup. Very good for milk.
Why you take covers off Lin?

No. You'll wake her.

It... It's lovely and warm in here,
Mrs Chen.

I don't think Lin needs a blanket.

All right. I go down to work.

Rest and keep warm.

Nurse...
I'm sick of that bloody fish soup.

Perhaps it's revenge
for the toad-in-the-hole.

Oh, Lucy.

I could pour it away
and open the window, if you like.

I won't tell if you won't.

Oh, Lucy,
mothers often feel down in the dumps

a few days after the birth.

It's horrid but it'll pass,
I promise.

- It'll help if you can sleep.
- That's all I want to do.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Lucy.

But I think I'm going to have
to wake Lin up.

I'm only allowed 20 minutes.

Oh, no. Please, Nurse.
It took so long to get her down.

Let her sleep. Please.
I'm so tired.

Oh, I really should be going anyway.

We'll be back in the morning.

- Present from Fred
from the allotment.
- Ah.

- He says good luck.
- Oh, that's so kind.

Mrs Collier's had a show.

Things are definitely on the move,
Mrs T.

Oh, that's good news, isn't it?

Oh. Sorry, Mrs Collier. I've got the
most awful butterflies this morning.

It's so silly.

I thought it must just be
a touch of heartburn,

what with you being
in the family way yourself.

- You can't just come out and say it.
- Why not?

Have you all been speculating?

Speculating?
She's been running a book.

Well, I certainly don't approve of
gambling on the premises.

And, yes, I am expecting
a baby and we're delighted.

- Congratulations.
- It's lovely.

No water on skin, only cloth.

Need to be calm.

Ma, I smell. I've got
a thumping headache and I'm too hot.

You've got the bloody fire
on and it's June.

I put fire out when skin dry.

The skin hardly got wet.
I've had enough of this!

Now give me me baby.

You need to be calm.
Lin all right with me.

Give me me baby, Ma.

She's mine, not yours and
I don't want you to have her.

I just think she's too hot,
that's all.

I try to do right by you.

To keep you and baby safe and warm.

You such a spoilt, ungrateful girl.

You think lying in bed
for a few weeks is hard?

You have no idea what hard is!
I go to work!

Ma?

This is Dr Turner.

- Doctor, Mr Greenwood from
the Board Of Health.
- Dr Turner.

Nice to meet you, Mr Greenwood.
Welcome to the Maternity Home.

Right, er, shall I show you round?

Or would you like
a cup of tea before we start?

We'll get going, shall we?
Quite a lot to do.

Excellent idea.

Please. After you.

I might ask you a few questions
about the background of the place
as we go. Is that all right?

Of course.

In fact, I've put together
some information on just that.

I'm can write my own report,
thank you, Dr Turner.

Of course. Please. This way.

Oh. That one was a bugger.

This is Mr Greenwood, everyone.

We have a four-bedded ward,
as you can see.

Three occupied at the moment.

We also have a delivery room,

a nursery and a sterile area
for autoclave and so forth.

It's a lovely place, Inspector.
It's home from home.

Better than MY home.

It don't have my old man
in it for a start.

Mrs Henderson and Mrs Evans
are postnatal patients.

And Mrs Collier - well, we hope to
meet Mrs Collier's baby later today.

- And this is Nurse Gilbert.
- Hello.

Nurse. Quite an infrastructure,
then, for only four beds.

To be perfectly honest, Dr Turner,

four beds could be absorbed into
a new general hospital in a blink.

You must see that?

Come on then, little one.
You're usually hungry by now.

Lin?

Lin?!

No, no, no, no, no, no. Ma?

Ma!

Ma? Ma? She's not moving!

Oh, God.

Oh, no!

Alive.

What...? What do we do?
What do we do?

Ma!

In the four years we've been open,
we've had just over 300 admissions.

Most of them have given birth
on the premises.

Some have been admitted
for postnatal care.

And a handful have been
referred on to hospital
for specialist attention.

The thing is, Dr Turner,

the new hospitals will have
beautiful facilities,

the very latest equipment,
access to all specialisms.

How can you compete with that?

Not moving!

- I'll take her in here.
- Why she no move?

The doctor will find out, Mrs Chen.
This way.

Mrs Chen?

Lucy?

Come on, little one.

You can do it.

Come on.

Shall we?

No response to painful stimuli.
Yes, let's try oxygen.

Pulse is very fast.

Mrs Chen's the same
and she's just been sick.

Dr Turner, when I visited yesterday,
Mrs Chen was poorly.

And the baby?

We're only allowed to stay
for 20 minutes now.

The baby was asleep and I didn't
have time to do all the checks.

What was wrong with Mrs Chen?

Bad headache but no fever.
Very out of sorts.

I thought it was being
confined to the room.

It was so stuffy and hot
with the fire on.

Look how red her gums are.

Mrs Chen,
do you any have gas appliances?

Yes. Fire. Water heater. Cooker.

We need an ambulance right away.

High pulse rate, headaches,
irritability.

I think it's carbon monoxide
poisoning.

Is there room for Mrs Chen
to come too?

No problem, Nurse.

Come on, this way.

Good job with the quick diagnosis,
Dr Turner.

Thank you. Please...

It's not your fault, Barbara.

I should've checked the baby.
I might have seen something.

The headaches, the sealed room.

I-I should've thought of it
but I didn't even smell gas.

Barbara,
we don't know how it happened.

But we do know that you should never
have been put in the situation

where there wasn't time.

Look, do you want to go home?
I can manage here.

No. No, I-I want to be here.

Why don't you go and see how
Mrs Collier's getting on?

I'll catch you up.

These are patients
currently registered

and their due dates, here.

You can see we're busy.

If I didn't think
the Maternity Home was needed,

I would close it down tomorrow.

So why do you think they chose
to come to you?

Because they want to stay
in the community.

They want the midwives who saw them
through their pregnancy

and they want their families
close at hand.

Without the Maternity Home,
many of our patients would have

the choice between giving birth in
damp, overcrowded housing,

or a bus ride, while in labour,
to a hospital

where their children couldn't visit.

Personally, I don't think
that's any choice at all.

Next question is about how you would
respond to an emergency.

But I think that's been established.

Sadly, yes.

May I?

'Nonnatus House. Midwife speaking.'

Hello, Nurse Crane. It's Shelagh.
I need to get to St Cuthbert's.

Do you think you could
give me a lift?

Don't worry, I'm on my way.

Goodness!

That was clever.
I didn't even ring the bell.

Welcome home, Nurse Franklin.
I trust you had a pleasant voyage.

I'm afraid I need you
to man the phone.

Sister Julienne?

Lucy.

The doctor say
that if she wakes soon

she has a very good chance
of getting better.

But if she doesn't?

Cyril? Cyril?

- We're in the middle of an
inspection, Patrick. One of us has
to...
- Shelagh. I am taking you.

I'm sure Nurse Crane would be
willing to hold the fort.

- More than willing, Dr Turner.
- Thank you.

Oh. Where's Dr Turner?

Medical emergency, I'm afraid.
No matter.

We find the symbiotic relationship
with Nonnatus House

means there's always someone
to take up the baton.

Phyllis Crane, SRN, SCM.
Pleased to meet you, Mr Greenwood.

Now, I believe you'd like to hear
about postnatal care.

Why don't YOU hold her?

Good morning.
I'd like to run some tests...

Now, Nurse Gilbert.

Go home as soon as you're done.

You've had a long day, lass.

Thank you, Phyllis.

I'm dreading telling
Sister Ursula about baby Lin.

No, you leave that to me.

Are you leaving us, Mr Greenwood?

Yes. Shame Dr Turner isn't back yet.

He'll receive
a copy of my report, of course.

I'll let him know.

Would it be completely inappropriate

if one were to inquire as to any
possible conclusions it may contain?

Look...it's a good little place.

Tightly run and serves
its patients very well.

Dr Turner's arguments
are persuasive and his passion

and commitment are admirable.

Yet I sense a "but", Mr Greenwood.

Progress is marching on
in a particular direction.

None of these small places will be
here in ten years' time.

The Maternity Home won't be
recommended for IMMEDIATE closure

but I'm afraid
that's the best I can do.

We will content ourselves
with a stay of execution.

Thank you.

- Mr Turner?
- Mr Kenley.

- You did the right thing
bringing your wife in.
We're going to admit her.
- Thank you.

The bleeding's stopped. For now.

But even with full bed rest,
she may still abort spontaneously.

You do know that?

Yes. I'm a doctor.

It never makes it any easier...
where family are concerned.

No, it doesn't.

In war, when we run away
from Japanese, I pregnant.

I give birth in rain
at side of road.

A woman help me.

She put my daughter in my arms.

A daughter? You had a daughter?

She beautiful.

So much black hair.

But we cannot stop.

We walk all night.

I hold her next to my skin
to keep her warm.

But it rain so hard
and she get so cold.

Colder and colder and then...

..she gone.

But before they take her from me,

I bite off a piece of her
beautiful hair

and I put it in my pocket,
here, next to my heart.

I still have it. You saw it.

I just want to keep Lin safe
and warm and I nearly lost her too.

Ma. You got her here.

- Good evening, Nurse Crane.
- Good evening, Sister.

Might I trouble you
for a moment of your time?

- You're back.
- Barbara!

I can't tell you how nice it is
to see you.

You too. But where's Patsy?

And what on earth has
Sister Julienne done to her office?

What's the matter?

The baby remains unconscious.

I will pray for them.

I do not want Nurse Gilbert to face
any blame or censure, Sister Ursula.

She was in a situation
where her hands were tied.

20 minutes is enough time
for postnatal checks, Nurse Crane.

We both know that.

It's enough time in a hospital
where all you see is the patient

and their symptoms.

But in district practice
one must take in the bigger picture.

I'm afraid it wasn't enough time
for Lucy and Lin Chen.

I thank you for your frankness,
Nurse Crane.

You have given me
much upon which to reflect.

Thank you, Sister Ursula.

No-one doubts your good intentions.

We all want a tight ship.

You should never have been
put in a situation where you
couldn't use your clinical judgment.

- Sister Julienne would never
do anything like that.
- I know.

We'll have to say something.

Good evening.

Nurse Franklin, I presume.

Yes. Good evening, Sister Ursula.

No, I won't interrupt.

I simply wish to commiserate
with Nurse Gilbert.

I understand you had
a difficult day.

I apologise.

Thank you, Sister.

The condition of Baby Chen
remains unchanged, I'm afraid.

I will inform you
if there's any news.

And the 20-minute appointment
system will be reviewed.

Sister Monica Joan?

Sister?

Sister?

Ah, evening, Sister.
You're just in the nick of time.

Come on.

Sister?

What are you doing here?
It's very late.

Silence.

Is...? Is that our television set?

Sh. It's starting.

He really is very old.

- Who is?
- Mr Steptoe.

It's beautiful, Barbara. Perfect.

Mmm. Ah.
Tea tastes so much better in Poplar.

Nurse Franklin.

We are complete.

Iced buns.

Sister Monica Joan, where have you
been? I was getting very worried.

Let us simply say, the mystery of
the television has been solved.

It was given to the Seaman's
Mission. Where's Sister Ursula?

We must ask her to join us
for this happy gathering.

Sister Ursula appears to have
embarked upon a regimen of
prayer and fasting.

I'm sorry, Sister,
would you prefer solitude?

No. I would be grateful for your
company and for your prayers.

Though I fear
I am undeserving of both.

No-one is undeserving of a prayer,
Sister.

A baby lies close to death
in hospital.

But when I kneel to pray for her

I find I cannot stop the entreaties
on my own behalf.

How will God hear the prayers for
the child in all the clamour?

God hears it all, Sister.
You know that.

I failed in my last mission.
That is a fact.

I failed the Order.
And I failed Him.

In Nonnatus House
I saw...a second chance.

I told myself I was making a gift of
myself, to the Order, a gift of

all the lessons I'd learned, so that
it would not suffer any more losses.

But it was vanity, pure and simple.

And now I've failed again.

Failure is too strong a word,
Sister.

Misjudgement, perhaps...

from which we learn.

Will you pray with me for the child?

Excuse me?

Did you find the gas leak?
Was it the water heater?

Wasn't a leak, love.
Fitted without a proper flue.

'Bout time
they pulled this lot down.

I don't trust my eyes any more.

You think you see
a flicker and then...

I know, love.

She fighting on the inside.
She want to live.

She's coming to kick us out.

I don't want to leave her again,
Cyril. What if she...?

- She move!
- She's awake?

- I don't think so, Ma.
- She move. I see it.

Baby Lin Chen is responding
to stimulus.

Our prayers were answered.

Thank you, Sister Julienne.

I shall return to the Mother House.

You won't reconsider?

This is your mission,
Sister Julienne.

I should never have usurped it.

Sister? Sister?

There is a vanity in excess penance.

You must have sustenance.

Thank you, Sister Monica Joan.

Thank you.

Your carriage to the station,
Sister.

And I will brook no argument.

You are very kind.

Come in.

- Oh.
- It's all looking very nice, Sister.

Thank you. It has been
an interesting few months.

Do sit down.

I wondered if you'd been given any
news about Sister Mary Cynthia.

Not yet, I'm afraid.

But I do know that she is safe and
being cared for at the Mother House.

I stayed at the Mother House
the night that my ship docked.

I'd hoped I might see her
but I didn't.

No-one would tell me
anything about her.

Sister Julienne,
I don't think she's there.

'Sometimes there is
no map

'for the road
we find ourselves upon.

'It lies ahead, uncharted,
unfurling into mist.

'We are all travelling through
one another's countries.

'But it is
no matter if we meet as strangers,

'for we can join forces
and learn to love.

'And where there is friendship
and affection

'there is the place
we can all call home.'

We've received permission and funds
to engage a new midwife.

I don't want the kind of help
you and Eugene are offering.

Do you hear me? I don't want it.

Spectacular Chariot Race -
prams, carts, wheelbarrows.

Nursing treats
young working class girls
the way the world treats women.

Tell me, honestly.
Did I do the right thing?

You did the only thing you could.

We were happy enough before.

And we will be happy again,
whatever happens.