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MATURE JENNIFER: A harvest
marks a moment of arrival.

Something fresh
has been prised from the earth.

Something new
has been given or begun.

And we marvel
at what has been delivered,

not thinking yet
of all that is to come,

or must again be worked for.

This is the moment
to wrap up in ribbons.

A time to savour,

without sowing seeds of doubt.

ICE CREAM VAN MUSIC PLAYS.

-Ooh!
-Whoa!

Can I help you, honey?

She's about to have the baby.

We think.
I just keep getting this...

Oh, here it comes again!

We'll get you inside
in a moment.

The blood samples
were sent in two weeks ago.

Sister Monica Joan, OSRN.

Also known as Antonia Keville,
Miss.

Very well!
We shall do the tests again.

The level of disregard
for the comfort and convenience

of an elderly patient
is unforgivable.

ICE CREAM VAN MUSIC CONTINUES

I don't know what
that ice cream van's doing...

Mrs Bianchi's
having some strong pains.

- MRS BIANCHI:
- Ooh!

We're going to get her settled
and take a look at her.

Oh, they're lasting
a minute each.

And how often are they coming?

Well, I dunno.

Am I meant to
write 'em all down?

Is that, by any chance,
your ice cream van

parked outside, Mr Bianchi?

Yes, it is.
I only got it last summer.

Best ice cream in Poplar.
Guaranteed.

I'm sure it is.
But at the present moment,

we're more interested
in delivering babies

than ice cream.

Would you mind
turning off the music?

Oh! Sorry.

What do you want me to do
with these, then?

Mm-hm!

I'll take the runner beans.

We can have those
with the chops I've planned.

Everything else
can go to the Harvest Festival.

What? Even the marrows?

They would have won first prize
in the Horticultural Show

if I'd have been ready in time.

They're bigger
than toddlers' legs, Fred!

And I haven't the time
to be stuffing them with mince

and making a white sauce.

I'll take them
to Nonnatus House, then.

The children will march
from there to the church

in a procession.

Your produce
will be widely admired.

You're not in labour just yet,
honey.

These are just what we call
Braxton Hicks contractions.

It's your body rehearsing
for the real thing.

Mm...
I feel a bit of a fool now.

And it's taken Tony
away from his van.

That van's our whole livelihood
now I've stopped working.

DOOR OPENS

-Have I missed it?
-Oh, it's all right,

-you're safe.
-It... It was a false alarm.

Good job we never told no-one.

I'd get me leg pulled
something rotten.

Is there anything you need
taking to the post office,

-Sister?
-Thank you.

I'm rather more concerned
about a letter

I took to the post office
two weeks ago.

The one you wrote
to the Board of Health?

Yes.

Telling them
we would close Nonnatus House

if we were no longer allowed

to work
as Christian missionaries.

I expected a response
from them, at the very least!

It's entirely likely
that they're playing games.

Keeping you waiting,
because you kept them waiting.

One would hope
they were above such pettiness,

when there is so much at stake.

INDISTINCT LIVELY CHAT

LAUGHTER

- MATTEO:
- Come on, this way.

Idiot.
You took her in too early.

Hey, bruv. Are you
coming to football tonight?

I don't know, Matteo,
I'm not really in the mood.

You stopped coming to football,
you stopped coming swimming.

You need to make the most
of your freedom

while you've got it, huh?
Come on, let's go.

-Have you got everything?
-See you, baby brother.

You got the bag?
Come on, let's go.

I do not have
unlimited quantities

of corpuscular matter
in my veins!

Sister, you're a nurse.

You know as well as I do
that blood replenishes itself.

And we need to get to
the bottom of what ails you.

We all know what ails me.

I am merely ancient.

And presumed frail
as a consequence.

Sister, I have five minutes
before I leave on my rounds.

Would you like me to move
the television into your room?

Do you suppose
I am at the point of expiry?

There is no reason
to treat me as an invalid.

As the analysis of my blood

will testify.

- ANNOUNCER:
- Ladies and gentlemen,

the doors to tonight's
wrestling in the Main Hall

will open in five minutes.

SHE GRUNTS

D'you tap? D'you give up?

AUDIENCE SHRIEK

In one! In two!

It's two. It's only a two.
It's only a two.

Come on! Whoo!

CHEERING

I've learned so much
about deferment

since I gave up drink.

I've learned
you can bear anything,

if you pretend it's forever.

I can postpone.

I can wait.

But putting things off until
tomorrow doesn't always work.

Because... what if
tomorrow never comes?

I've been...

postponing a decision...

for a long time now.

-Come on! -Come on.
-Yeah!

In one! In two!

In three!

She's out! Ring the bell.

FIGHT BELL DINGS

-BRENDA: - Come on!
-You all right, love?

Harmony?

It's not a decision about drink.

It's a decision about work.

And work is my other addiction.

Is there a doctor in here?
Anyone?

I'm a nurse.

That'll do. It's a concussion.

TRIXIE: - If you're
staging sporting events,

you're legally obliged

to have medical help
on the premises.

Don't know nothing
about no legal obligations.

Erm, this is her,
Harmony Savage.

Hello, Harmony. I'm a nurse.

I'm sorry you've been hurt.

SHE SIGHS

Occupational hazard.

Did you lose consciousness,

or did you remain
aware of your surroundings?

I never went out. I was just...

putting on a bit of a show.
Punters like it.

I've got to go back out
and finish the job.

Oh, you were out cold.

I did the count. It's over.

Brenda the Butcher
won fair and square.

He'll have gone
to give her the prize money.

If you can't be absolutely sure
that you weren't knocked out,

I really think you ought to
go to the Casualty department.

I want to go home to bed.

Oh, hello, sweetie.

-Who's this?
-Carl.

My boy. He comes to all my fights.

Come on, let's pack up
and get you in the van.

You really must not drive
after blacking out,

however briefly.

Any better ideas?

I know it was
a false alarm today, but...

HE EXHALES

it made me think how... real
all this is.

How we've...
made a proper grown-up life.

You do go on.

It's like
being the baby of the family

gave you a great big chip
on your shoulder.

It wasn't that.

It was being the one who was no good
at all the things the others did.

It's not your fault
you weren't cut out

for the tiling trade. Besides...

I'd rather have
a bit of soft scoop

than 100 yards of mosaic flooring.

-Come on, lights out.
-Oh!

-What's that?
-Oh... nothing.

Tony, there's blood
on your singlet.

What is it? Show me.

Ooh!

How long have you had this?

A while.

I'll put a plaster on it.

You will not. In the morning,
I'm ringing the doctor.

- HARMONY:
- Out we get.

Wrestling was all I knew,
even as a little girl.

My dad was Bert Savage,
the Lambeth Panther. God rest him.

I used to watch him
every time he fought.

It's rather wonderful that
you followed in his footsteps.

It'd be even more wonderful
if it were legal.

There's a whole ladies' circuit
up north,

just as legitimate as the men's.
But... in London we're outlaws.

I really would like you
to be seen by a doctor

if at all possible, Harmony.

Oh, my real name's Gwen.

Thanks for seeing us home.

Come on, little 'un.

TONY WINCES

Oh!

I've given up doing sports
and everything.

It's so unsightly.

I probably just banged it.

HE GROANS

It looks like
a sebaceous cyst to me.

Antibiotics
will take the edge off it,

but I think
it needs to be removed.

Oh, I've got a baby due any day.

All the more reason
to get it out of the way.

I'll call St Cuthbert's myself.

FRED WHISTLES

Now that is a birdsong

I can easily identify.

The lesser spotted Buckle.

Ah, Sister, how are you keeping?

I'm keeping on.

If a little more desiccated
with every week that passes.

Perhaps I should not linger...

lest you sweep me up
with all the other dead leaves.

I've got a bag of doughnuts
in my shed.

Would they cheer you up a bit?

Are they jam-filled?

Mm, no, they're the ones
with the holes in.

Then I will forgo them.

Do you detect
a chill in the breeze today?

I reckon I felt the first nip.

I like it when the seasons
start to turn, though.

"That time of year
thou mayst in me behold.

"When yellow leaves,

"or none, or few..."

"Do hang."

"Upon those boughs
that shake with cold."

"Bare ruin'd choirs..."

"Where late
the sweet birds sang."

"In me"

"thou see'st the twilight
of such day..."

"As after sunset
fadeth in the west..."

"Which by and by
black night doth take away."

"Death's second self..."

"That seals up all in rest."

Sister Monica Joan...

what's brought this on?

Time, Mr Buckle.

Its passage and its sheer...

weary accumulation.

Would you like a cup of tea?

If you will sit
and take one with me.

Well, Miss Savage,

I'm not seeing anything
that needs further tests.

Any other bumps or bruises
you'd like me to look at?

I've got a rash keeps coming up,
sort of on the back of my shoulder.

If you just
slip your blouse off, dear.

I don't believe I've ever met
a lady wrestler before.

I imagine
it's quite physically taxing.

I ache all over sometimes,
fight or no fight.

Hmm.

I think I know what this is.

It's a skin virus called
herpes gladiatorum.

Gladiator like in Spartacus?

I love a bit of Kirk Douglas.

Don't we all?

I'm afraid this comes from

grazing your skin
on grubby canvas in the ring.

Your best bet
is to wash it daily

with medicated soap

and bathe the blisters
in salt water.

Can I do that with my hips
and my knees?

Do you have a rash there
as well?

No, they just hurt all the time.

Miss Savage, are you able

to take a break from your work
for a while?

No. I've got mouths to feed.

Mine and my little boy's.

Oh...

I've been looking forward
to this moment all day!

I popped to the market
and bought myself

a new pair of slippers
for the winter.

I never knew you could love
a bit of sheepskin on your feet

till I came to live in England.

Me neither.

Oh, I'm sorry, child.

You all wrapped up in something?

I'm trying to work out exactly
when I started taking the pill.

Calculated against
the number of actual pills

you have to take
before it protects you.

And why is that?

I've never missed a single one.

I'm wondering if it's thrown
my hormones out of whack.

I mean, it can do that,
can't it?

Child, the whole point
of the pill

is to throw your hormones
out of whack.

That's how it stops you
getting pregnant.

Are you late?

I've been late before.

And things just sort of...

corrected themselves.

That would have been
before you had a boyfriend?

Do you think
you need to do a test?

No. Not yet.

CHEERING AND GRUNTING

-Argh!
-Do you want to tap? Do you want to give up?

-No.
-Are you sure?

Referee, she can't do that!

-Hey! Hey!
-Yes!

Was that a closed fist?

SHE GROANS

- REFEREE:
- The winner is.

Demolition Debbie!

FIGHT BELL DINGS

CHEERING AND BOOING

ALARM RINGS

Are you feeling sick?

This is not good, honey.

But we're going to do a test.

I'll help you.

I don't want anyone to know.

They won't.

Morning, Miss Higgins.

Have the samples
gone off to the laboratory yet?

They will be dispatched
very shortly.

But if you wish to add any
to the list,

I'm afraid you must
see to the paperwork yourself.

ROTARY PHONE WHIRS

-Nurse?
-Good morning, Gwen.

Dr Turner remembered
an iodine preparation

he thought might help
with your skin condition.

I told him I'd drop it off.

Have you been in another fight?

Yes. And I didn't win that one,
either.

No school today, old chap?

I overslept again.

And he don't like going in late
cos he gets told off.

Oh, I imagine you're exhausted
after a match.

I'm always exhausted, but...
I'm a mum, aren't I?

And it's just me.

If I weren't tired,
it would mean I was slacking.

I'm a stepmother
to a little boy of Carl's age.

It certainly keeps one
on one's toes.

I hope he talks like you do.

You got a lovely way
of putting things.

Can I make you a cuppa?

A cuppa would actually
be extremely welcome,

but I should be making you one.

BANGING ON DOOR

I'm sorry, I'll...
I'll have to get that.

This is all I've got this time.

I'll... I'll give you
the full amount next week.

I've heard that before.

And more than once.
I am not a charity!

Now there ain't nothing
in there but feathers.

I'm officially skint.

Do you keep your money
in a cushion cover?

I don't trust banks.

At least this way,
I know where my money is,

even when I got none.

Sorry, I've...

gone all dizzy.

Mr Bianchi? I'm Mr Penwarden.

I'll be removing this cyst
for you.

Er, do you mind if I take a look?

Don't want to go hacking away
on the wrong side.

Hmm, could just drain this.

But I'm leaning on the side
of getting the whole thing out.

Your bloods may come back
perfectly normal.

But I strongly suspect that
if you'd've almost passed out

in front of Dr Turner,
he'd want to check your iron levels.

Maybe I just need a tonic.

Maybe you do.

I just think that,

as another woman who's often
had to stand on her own two feet,

you need to be
in better condition than this.

Are you on your own
with your kiddie?

No.

But I was very much
on my own for a long time,

before he and his father
came into my life.

I know what it feels like

to be fighting
an invisible opponent.

I fight visible ones an' all.

And I've no doubt
you're extremely good at it.

But you need someone
more than a wrestling promoter

in your corner.

Let us help find out
what's causing your malaise.

Nurse Clifford's
gone out to the cinema.

But Nurse Highland says

we can have the box
her new slippers came in.

Could there be
a more perfect showcase

for nature's bounty?

Oh!

We can do a lot
with ribbon and crepe paper.

And that's before we start
tying bows round marrows.

Oh! These lamentable scissors.

They... They wouldn't cut butter.

Shall I see
if I can find a sharper pair?

What we really need

is Sister Veronica
and her magic pinking shears.

How long has she gone
to the Mother House for?

"A lengthy retreat."

I wasn't allowed to ask.

It's her private
spiritual business.

Do you suppose
she took her pinking shears?

I would settle for her implements,
if we can't have her.

Poor Sister Monica Joan.

I was hoping it was something
that could be treated.

But chronic kidney disease
is just...

Something that takes old people
gently, but kindly.

But it takes them.

How long has she been ill
with this?

I suspect not long.

How long does she have?

The same.

Unless we can persuade her to
accept what treatment there is,

she'll progress to end-stage
renal failure fairly quickly.

Till that day comes,

we'll just have to love her
as we always have.

But a bit more carefully.

You look happy.

Today is a happy day.

I got a letter
from the solicitor.

The decree absolute?

I'm officially a single man.

Everything we do now is ours.

Our choice to make.

The Board of Health
requested a meeting.

I told them your diary was full,

but they were most insistent.

It's in your diary for Friday.

Thank you.

I anticipate
the usual fun and games.

SHE EXHALES

I need to see Anthony Bianchi.

I've just had
his his to pathology results

through from the hospital.

Should I make an appointment
for him?

No. I'll call in on him today.

We told you the truth.
Sister Veronica is on retreat.

You told us
she had gone on retreat

to the Mother House.

She would need her cross
in the Mother House.

She would need her shoes.

Our Sister
needed our discretion,

and I gave that willingly,
and with love. I'm sorry

if you feel that
you should have been informed.

I'm sorry if...

I have been arrogant in thinking

I deserved an explanation.

I can't tell you everything.

Too much of it is personal to her.

But I can say
she is struggling with her vows

and has been given
leave of absence for a while.

She's staying at the
Olivet Christian Retreat Centre

at Gravesend.

Alone?

Without anyone she knows or...

any friends to support her?

Sister...

out of all of us,

Sister Veronica
emits the most love.

She needs the most love.

She does not know
what she needs or wants.

And that is why
she has had to go away.

Morning.

Have you come to see Tina?

Mr Bianchi, we've come to see you.

I can't have breast cancer.

It's a women's disease.

We know all about that,
because his mum died of it.

I know.

She was a lovely lady.

And even in the five years
since she passed away,

we've learned so much about it.

But I can't have it.

I'm a man.

It is rare in men,

especially for someone
of your age,

but it's not unheard of.

Everyone has breast tissue,
Tony.

Men and women.

We have less of it,

but it only takes
a couple of cells to go rogue

and a tumour
can start to develop.

I have had
some specialist training.

And there are new treatments,
and new approaches to surgery.

Should I have done something sooner,
when I first felt the lump?

We are going to focus
on the future now, Tony.

And we are going to be with you
every step of the way.

TINA: - I don't care
whereabouts in your body it is.

You've got the big C.

We have to face up to it.

We can face up to it together.

Without telling people.

Oh, what is that
going to achieve, Tony?

You need help.

You need love.

Tina.

I need...

dignity.

I need to feel like a man.

There's a bike for sale.

Maybe for your birthday, eh?

If you win your next fight.

Come on.

Yes.

Doctor...

Gweneth Savage's records arrived
from her previous practice.

She's been suffering
with tiredness and joint pain

for five years.

Did the blood tests we did
show anything?

Nothing at all conclusive.

Just markers
for minor inflammation,

slightly low white blood count.

Could the pain
relate to the wrestling?

I saw her in the ring,
and it's incredibly physical.

But an impact injury
would be on one side, not both.

It's as though
we're missing something.

I never like that.

They said those
Braxton Hicks pains

was my body tuning up
for the baby to be born.

I got used to 'em.

But they've got worse
since I found out Tony isn't well.

You've an immense amount
to contend with at the moment.

But Baby's head is engaged, Tina.

I really don't think
you'll have very long to wait.

Oh, this reading

is just a little bit higher
than I'd like.

We can't have anything else
go wrong.

Nothing is going to go wrong.

But I do want you to come over
to the maternity home with me,

so Dr Turner can take a look at you.

KNOCK ON VAN

Any chance of a 99?
I've an elderly friend

might like
a bit of a pick-me-up.

What's the matter, pal?

Bryan?

You ain't put me down
for a single match?

I can't afford to promote
wrestlers who keep losing.

I can raise my game.

My dad used to say,
"Aim up, things will look up."

Your dad was one of the best
there ever was.

The Lambeth Panther was revered.

Look, all I can offer you
right now

is the Adult Fixtures.

Oh, no. No. Adult Fixtures

is one step away
from stripping, Bryan.

I keep it clean.

There's a place down Deptford
where they roll about in jelly.

-Girls earn 30 quid a bout.
-30 quid?

I pay 20.

Bring your own bikini.

Usually Tina reads
stuff for me, but...

I don't want to worry her
with this.

There's going to be
further surgery.

And...

a "radio-ography" assessment.

I'm going to have to stop working.

Won't be for long.

And you've got family
to support you.

I've only just proved to them
that I'm a man.

Making a go of the van,
earning my own living.

And now
I've got a woman's disease.

And I can't provide.

I'm telling them nothing.

PHONE RINGS

Geoffrey Franklin.

Mr Franklin, it's Sister Catherine,
from Nonnatus House.

It's about Sister Veronica.

And...

I'm calling you in confidence.

I see.

I don't like leaving you
on your own, Tony.

Don't be daft.

I'm fine.

Hey. Look.

Got my appointment through already.

Nothing to be done till then.

It's you and the baby
we need to think about now.

All right.

Just promise me...

you'll tell your brothers.

I promise.

You'll need to take these diuretics
first thing in the morning,

as you don't want to be
up all hours of the night.

We can bring the commode
into your room.

The commode
will not be entertained.

You may come to revise
that opinion.

Your tone is brisk,
given that my days are numbered.

Everybody's days are numbered,
Sister.

Mine as well as yours,
one way and another.

But you may be going on
for quite a long time.

Possibly feeling slightly better
than you have done,

given that we know
what ails you now.

Maybe I do not care
to go on for...

"quite a long time."

Let's see how we do, shall we?

With these diuretics.

Carl?

Carl?

We'll proceed with a full mastectomy
of your right breast.

We'll remove the breast tissue
along with the lymph nodes

and the pectoralis major muscle.

I don't...
I don't want to do this.

I promise you,
scarring will be minimal.

And at least you won't be having
to deal with foam rubber falsies,

like my lady patients.

Come on, Carl, where are you?

-Can I help you?
-I'm Carl Savage's mum.

Is he here?
Because if he's not, I...

Carl Savage?

I've just checked every member
of his class for head lice,

including him.

Oh, thank God! thank God.

Do you want to go in
and speak with him?

Gwen? What's happened?

I couldn't wake up this morning.

Carl took himself to school.

It's the worst I've ever felt.

What's this on your face, Gwen?

It's like this all the time.
I cover it with Pan Stik usually.

HE SIGHS

You waiting for your wife?
My husband says

he can't stand the smell
of this place.

Drops me at the door
and waits in the pub.

- SECRETARY:
- Mr Bianchi?

Is this ever itchy or sore?

No.

And it's never all blisters,
like the one on my back.

It's more like a sunburn.

But you've been covering it up
with Pan Stik

because it's such a strange shape.

Like a butterfly.

That herpes gladiatorum
on your back

was a complete red herring.

This is what leads us
to your diagnosis.

Have you ever heard of
a condition called lupus?

Nobody in your family's
ever had it, or mentioned it?

No. Do you think
that's what I've got?

This rash is so distinctive,

I'd put money on it as a diagnosis.

How long will it take
to get rid of it?

It's going to be about
management, rather than cure.

But I promise you,
we can get you feeling better.

It can't be cured?

But I need to win matches again.

Gwen, you are too unwell to fight.

LINE RINGS

Tony? thank God,
I've been worried sick.

-How'd it go at the hospital?
-It was all fine.

Doctor's very pleased with me.

Oh. Really?

So, erm, what happens next?

What treatment are they giving you?

So many pills, I'll be rattling.

The important thing is that
you are getting some rest.

-Not worrying yourself silly.
-I'm not now I've heard your voice.

-I love your voice. We hardly ever get to talk on the phone.
-Hey!

Because we're together all the time.

And we'll be together again soon.

HE SNIFFS

KNOCK ON DOOR

- ENZO:
- Tony?

Tony? We're going down the pub,
you coming?

Tony?

I give up. Come on, let's go.

INDISTINCT CHAT OUTSIDE

Beryl Borrows,
as I live and breathe.

Do tell me you're en route
to a Harvest Festival

with that dreary swag.

Because at the very least
it would provoke

a degree of fellow feeling in me.

I'm on potato-peeling duty.

There's a rota in the retreat house.

Stop, stop. Before you
completely break my heart.

I come here almost every day.

Sometimes I have an eclair.

And when the fancy takes me,
I have a cream split.

You get a cherry on a cream split,

and there's this little
burst of flavour

when you bite it.

Tell me you've eaten fish and chips
in the street, too.

-In broad daylight.
-Twice.

HE LAUGHS

Although sometimes
it feels as though

it's the things I don't do

that tell me more about
where I am now,

or where I might go next.

What don't you do?

I don't pray.

I came here to pray,

or at least to decide
what I ought to be praying for.

But I can't.

And do you know why?

It's not different enough
to the convent, Beryl.

And all the snatched patisserie
in the world

can't disguise the fact
that you are still living

the same sort of half-life,

trapped underneath
a similar godly... bell jar.

And how do you propose
I change that?

-Come and stay with me.
-Geoffrey!

I am still technically a nun!

I can't live with a man!

You could... lodge with
a kindly confirmed bachelor.

You've missed two appointments
at the hospital, Tony.

Do you have anyone to talk to?

Your brothers, perhaps?

I can't.

Not with it being, you know,
breast cancer.

It's so humiliating.

I can hear 'em now.

"Typical Tony."

Dr Turner and I delivered a baby
at the maternity home last week,

and the mother asked if the older
brother could come in and meet him.

We placed the baby
in his little arms,

and he was awestruck.

This was his brother.

He promised right then and there
to teach him everything he knew.

All his best fighting moves?

A cap gun was mentioned.

And something about

which jelly babies tasted best.

Green ones.

According to Enzo.

He always gave me the green ones.

Brothers look after each other,
Tony.

I've seen it with my own boys.

Right now, I shouldn't
be moaning about me.

I should be looking after Tina.

Dr Turner says she can come home,
if you're feeling up to it.

Course I'm feeling up to it.

MUSIC: Something Tells Me (Something's
Gonna Happen Tonight) by Cilla Black.

♪ Something tells me
something's gonna happen tonight

♪ I read in the papers that Gemini
people will make it tonight

♪ Stars will be shining,
my sign is aligning with love

♪ So come on and make it

♪ Let's take everything
that we've been dreaming of

♪ Something tells me
something's gonna happen to you

♪ The smile on my face is the smile
you will wear in a moment or two

♪ So get it together,
you see it's gonna be all right

♪ Something tells me something's
gonna happen tonight... ♪

You stay in the dressing room
tonight.

-Promise?
-Promise.

And if I win...
You'll get that bike.

My precious boy.

You keeping up
with those peppermints, child?

I'm first on call tonight,
and I still feel quite queasy.

But it's not just in the morning.

Maybe the pill itself
doesn't agree with me.

I popped into the surgery
when no-one was there

to check on your results.

I think we need to have a talk.

Uh! I can't
seem to get comfortable.

My back is killing me.

Tony, the sheets are wet.

Do you think
your waters have broken?

I thought there'd be
more of a whoosh.

Oh, I don't feel right, Tony.

Oh...!

Oh!

TINA WAILS

Joyce, what am I going to do?

The pill
was supposed to be foolproof.

Oh, honey, the pill was invented
by man and is taken by women.

It's always going to be
subject to human error.

I will lose my job.

I will have to tell my parents, and
I hardly speak to them as it is

because they don't approve
of Cyril.

Well, I approve of Cyril.

He's a good man
and he will support you,

whatever you choose to do.

Choose to do?

Joyce, I'm not even
going to consider an abortion.

That's why it's so hard!

-That's why I'm going to get the sack!
-Oh...

Talk to Cyril. You've got time

before you have to tell
anybody else.

And I will cover for you
in any way I can.

PHONE RINGS

Thank you.

You have another peppermint
and wash your face.

PA ANNOUNCER: -
Gentlemen, please take your seats

for tonight's teeny-weeny
steamy bikini

extravaganza of a fight.

PHONE RINGS

Nonnatus House.

Midwife speaking.

I'm ringing up about
Tina Bianchi. We think

she's gone into labour.

I've been timing them.
They're two minutes apart.

TINA WAILS

Rosalind?

Rosalind, come quickly!

15, 20. As promised.

Put on a good show
for the gents, will you, girls?

They like a bit of hair-pulling.

Hair-pulling's an illegal move.

This ain't a legal game,
though, is it, Gwen?

Who's gonna complain?

Don't do this, Gwen. Please.

-What're you doing here?
-You're putting yourself in real danger

if you fight tonight. Your body
is severely weakened from lupus

and your chances
of getting injured are high.

And what would Carl do then?

Look, if you're not gonna fight, you
can hand that money back right now.

SHE SIGHS

- JOYCE:
- A midwife is on her way,

and I'm going to stay with you
on the end of this phone

until she gets there.

TINA GROANS

She... She... She keeps saying
she wants to push.

Tell her to blow.

Tell her to blow as if
she is blowing out candles.

Tina, don't push. Blow.

TINA GROANS

Blow.

HE EXHALES

Blow.

Yeah, that's it.

Do it with me.

HE EXHALES

SHE GROANS AND EXHALES

- BRYAN:
- Oi! Oi, oi, oi!

Are you punch...?
I said no punching!

One! Two!

SHE STRAINS

Do you want to tap?
Do you want to give up?

SHE STRAINS

Tony, I need you to describe
exactly what you can see.

I dunno what I can see.

TINA BREATHES HEAVILY

Whoa, I think
it might be the baby's head.

TINA GROANS

SHE GRUNTS

SHE GRUNTS

Oh!

Come on!

Argh!

Come on!

Can you hear me?

Gwen? Gwen?

Call for an ambulance.

Quickly!

Mr Bianchi, you need to get ready
to deliver this baby

yourself, but you must
not hang up, do you hear me?

SHE SCREAMS

SHE GROANS

SHE PANTS

Oh, I can see...
I can see the head.

It's...
It's sort of moving around.

I can see its face.

Good. Now, very gently
place your hands under its head.

Wait for the next big contraction
and guide the body out.

Don't pull.

Er, there's something blue
wrapped around its neck.

-Is that supposed to be there?
-It's the cord. All you have to do

is slip your finger
underneath it and lift it

over the baby's head.

It should slide off quite easily.

SHE PANTS

Have you managed to move it?

It worked! It's off!

Gently now...

TINA GROANS

TINA SCREAMS

HE LAUGHS SHAKILY

TINA PANTS

It's a boy, Tina.

BABY CRIES

We got a little boy.

SHE EXHALES

Oh...

You did it, Tony.

You delivered our son.

Just look at him.

Well, someone was in a hurry
to get into the world.

HE LAUGHS

Wait till we tell
all your uncles about this.

-There she is.
-Mum!

There's my boy.

You were lucky you didn't cause
any more damage to your body.

At least I got
the rent money out of it.

Gwen, the hospital are asking
who'll be looking after Carl

whilst you're in here.

They're willing
to talk to Social Services.

I bet they are.

Social Services
will take him off me.

I'm sure that isn't the case.

But, Gwen, you're treading
a dangerous path in London,

even if your health
allowed you to keep on fighting.

There are alternatives,
just as there's alternatives

to keeping your money
in a cushion cover.

And are you going to tell me
what they are?

Cos I'd listen to you.

You've told me you know
what it is to find things hard.

Another one for the footy team.

-A striker.
-My turn now, my turn.

Oh, careful.

SPEAKS QUIETLY IN ITALIAN

Mrs Turner's just helping Tina
to freshen up.

And then Master Bianchi
needs to have his lunch.

The neo papa did a good job
on his own, then, doctor?

Not many people could deliver
their own son single-handed.

But Tony did.

BROTHERS LAUGH

Yeah!

This man, hmm? He's a proper man.

DR TURNER: He certainly is.

And I salute him.

Bravo!

Lads.

Something's come up...

that I'm...

not going to be able
to do single-handed.

I've got cancer.

Breast cancer.

- ENZO:
- Oh, Tony.

I wish Mama was here.

Hey.

You are the best of us,
little brother.

And we... will not let you go.

BIKE BELL TINGS

I spoke to the surgery, Gwen.

All your records
will be sent to the new GP

we found for you up north.

Thanks, Nurse.

I've got to start looking after
myself now, haven't I?

She's not going to be
a wrestler any more.

I know. Would you like a hand
putting that in the van?

Or are you planning on pedalling

-all the way to Blackpool?
-Thanks, Nurse.

And thanks for the advice.

Feels like a bold move,
taking a job in a gym,

training other women.

But it's legal in Lancashire,
Gwen,

and you won't be exploited.

It will give your body
time to recover.

And my dad would like it.

Good old Lambeth Panther
and his contacts.

SHE PUFFS

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, I came home
for my lunch hour.

-Do you want to go for a walk?
-No.

I'm afraid I don't.

It seems
you've made a decent fist

at moving your weekly clinic
onto hospital premises.

Yes.

Um... there was some grumbling
from patients about bus fares,

but I think we're on an even keel.

Good. Because, speaking
scientist to scientist,

and to paraphrase our friend
Charles Darwin,

it is not necessarily
the strongest

or most intelligent of any
given species that survives.

It's the one
most adaptable to change.

I know that.

And I know I can't
look after my patients properly

-if I don't adapt.
-A very good attitude to have.

Which is why we're placing you
front and centre of our plans.

And closing you down.

Closing us down?

Er, not as a GP, although you'll
probably want to join forces

with someone else now.

There are real incentives
for group practices.

But the council are not
going to renew the licence

for the maternity home.

But... the licence runs out
in a matter of weeks.

It's always been renewed
as a formality.

This is the brave new world,
Turner.

There is no "always" any more.

There isn't even an "always" for me.

The council will have
to hand everything over

to the National Health.

But while you still have power,
you're doing this?

To us and to Nonnatus House.

Oh!

Nonnatus House.

They were forever outliers
and... eccentric.

Threapwood, what is
the logic in all of this?

How is it going to benefit
the patients?

I knew you'd say that.

And it's why we chose
to put you at the vanguard.

No matter what goes on

somewhere far away
in the offices of Whitehall,

there will always be patients.

HE SIGHS

And you say that
as though it's a problem.

SHE SOBS

I'm so sorry, Cyril.

You wanted
to take responsibility,

but I was absolutely certain
that nothing could be better

than this magnificent wonder-drug

that gave me control
over my own body.

We both agreed
it was what we wanted.

That it would let us have
other things we wanted...

and wanted very much.

We just didn't want this, did we?

I think...

that it's something
that has happened

a little out of order.

But I wouldn't have taken you to bed
if I didn't mean to marry you.

And I always
meant to marry you...

and build a life with you.

And building a life with you...

means more than just
rings and mortgages

and bricks and mortar.

Did you ever close your eyes
and try to see our children?

I see our children every day,
with my eyes wide open.

I see them
crossing the street in Poplar,

or swinging on a swing
down at the Rec.

And I think...

"We could have
a little boy like that one,"

or, "That little girl
has a smile like hers."

THEY LAUGH

I thought I'd have to be patient.

And I'm not very good
at being patient.

SHE LAUGHS TEARFULLY

I would not say patience has been
our distinguishing characteristic.

And now it doesn't have to be.

That's it, girls.

MATURE JENNIFER:
There is no good harvest

if there's been no rain.

The earth requires it,
and so do we.

For how else does the heart grow?

Not through relentless sunshine,

nor under a cloudless sky.

Life expands not in spite of
the weather but because of it.

Thus, we are nourished,

we take root,

we are taught how to endure.

But there are times
when the soul is hungry,

when fruit falls to the ground

and we cannot tell
if it's a blessing or temptation.

There are times
when we know nothing.

Nothing at all.

Not yet.

SISTER JULIENNE: And so
it seems that, if we go down...

we all go down together.

The council have written to me,

confirming that
the maternity home will close,

and assuming that we, too,
will now cease operations.

Do we have any say in this?

At present, it seems not.

Sometimes,
change is for the better.

What do you mean,
"Mayor turned midwife"?

We need to cause alarm.

And now our maternity home
is closing down.

Susan was affected
by thalidomide.

The council are not going to
give Nonnatus House

any more money.

-But the treatment is working.
-It is not treatment.

It is merely postponing
all that is to come.