All language subtitles for Call the Midwife S09E06

MATURE JENNIFER WORTH: Some seeds
are more predictable than others.

We plant them and they send
up shoots.

Well done, May.

We water them
and then we watch them grow.

They reward us with abundance,
with joy, with pleasure,

in the rhythms of life itself.

Go on, then.

Water them and they will flourish.

Nurture them and they will thrive.

I'll show you!

Warrgh!

Love and light and rain and air
are all they need.

I'll show you.

Take a seat, Mrs Arthur.

Good afternoon, Miss Higgins.

How nice to see you again.

Dr McNulty, you weren't expected
until tomorrow.

Well, my train got in at
two o'clock,

and Tuesday clinics being
what they are,

I thought an extra pair of hands
might not go amiss.

Well, I don't think Dr Turner will
have time to...

Dr McNulty! Welcome.

Just passing, or is there a
white coat in one of those bags?

MISS HIGGINS: You'll have to move
that luggage.

Yes, Miss Higgins.

Hmm.

I'm pleased to report a very healthy
mother. Won't be long now.

I think you might even
go into labour this week.

Oh, good. Cos I want it to
be Thursday.

It was my dad's birthday...

..and his dad's, and...

..I just got my heart set on this
one coming

on the 12th of August too.

Can you do something?

I've heard you sometimes give people
castor oil to bring it on.

Only if they're very overdue,

and according to your records,
you're not.

Well, I'd like a
second opinion, please.

I'd like to see Nurse Dyer.

Nurse Dyer may be a
relative, Maureen,

but she's also a
professional midwife

and she won't tell you anything
different. Hmm.

CHILDREN SHOUT

Oh, goodness, what a lovely
welcome! Hello, you two.

May's a bit worried that you'd
got lost.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry we're a
little late.

Look what we've got for
pudding. Ah!

Raspberry ripple!
BOTH: Yeah!

I'd better get it in the fridge
before it melts.

Thank you for baby-sitting. There
were a few telephone calls.

One of them was from the
Hong Kong Adoption Project.

Oh, that's good. What did they say?

They just asked you to
telephone them back.

It's too late now. I'll do
it tomorrow.

Might be the date for May's
adoption hearing.

We are delighted to have you with
us again, Dr McNulty.

We've even broken out the lemon
barley water in your honour.

I hope you'll be comfortable
enough upstairs.

I'm sorry it's the attic room.

The attic room is perfect, Sister.

Thank you for having me
at such short notice.

The lodgings I'd secured turned out
to be earmarked for demolition

in a couple of weeks.

Rather a common occurrence
in Poplar these days.

But not here, you'll be relieved
to know.

We shall probably still be here
in the year 2000!

LAUGHTER

SISTER JULIENNE: No, we won't.

Neither will Nonnatus House.

At some point in the next year,
we will be forced out,

and the building knocked down.

How long have you known about this?

Since January.

I had decided not to break the news

until I had received firm notice
of the date.

Having heard nothing, I...

..I see no point in keeping it a
secret any longer.

However, I appreciate
Sister Hilda's...efforts.

I can only plead my vow
of obedience.

Shall we say grace?

I've been thinking about Angela.

I know we were going to wait until
she was older

to talk to her about
being adopted,

but when everything's had to be so
open with May,

it doesn't seem fair that one of
them has more information

than the other.

No, it doesn't.

I think we should talk to her soon.

Do you think she'll understand?

She's such a happy little thing.

It would be awful to upset her.

She's seen what the word "adoption"
means for May.

That she's loved. That we'll always
be her family.

And you know how they like to be
the same.

Hmm.

It's all well and good for
the Sisters

they've got the motherhouse to
go to.

But this is our home.

Cream Line Toffees
from a grateful patient!

I think we'd best tuck in.

Other lodgings won't be easy to
come by,

even if we could afford the rent,

which we can't if we're all out
of work.

TRIXIE: Perhaps the Sisters will
just move and carry on.

They moved here when the old
Nonnatus was knocked down,

and things continued much
the same...

..apart from maybe a few more rats.

And a few less babies!

The Pill's winning every
popularity contest going,

and the council's putting as much
money into family planning

as it is midwifery.

What if they stop supporting
the Order?

Then the Order can't afford to
carry on.

At least we'll be in the same boat
as everyone else round here.

Everyone's up to their
eyes in rubble,

and nobody knows what the
future holds.

Just going to have to carry on.

My dad used to enter
the horticultural show

every summer bank holiday.

He always thought
he was going to win something.

Never ever did.

Bit like Fred, really.

You know, we should go along
if it's a nice day.

There's always a lot of good
home bakes.

Hey, I bet Cyril would like it.
I expect he would.

But he'll probably be busy.

Well, all the more reason for us
to arrange a nice day out.

Hmm!

Ready for blastoff? Yes, sir.

Mrs Hamid and young Master Rizwan
to Dr Turner, please.

Come along. Mr Prentice?

Yep. You're with Dr McNulty.

Hello, Mr Prentice, I'm...

Cor blimey! It's like
policemen, innit?

Just kidding. Come on, son,
you show me where to go.

BOTH: Dad! Watch the road!

Hello, monsters!

HE GROWLS

Come on. Come on.

All right, love?

I thought you were in
Limehouse today?

Church in Limehouse next.

You want me to put in a good word
about your due date while I'm there?

If you like. I think my plan's got
a better chance of working.

Castor oil.

Oh, you're so cheeky. I know.
It's why you love me.

Come here.

Get off! Dad's got work. Come on.

Go on, you two. Look after your
mum. Come on. Let's go. Come on.

Look after her. They will.

Can you get on the pavement, please?

PHONE RINGS

Turner residence.
It's Miss Williams.

Oh, hello, Miss Williams.
I was just about to call you.

Do we have a hearing date? There's
been a slight complication.

Oh. What sort of complication?

I don't want to worry you unduly,
Mrs Turner,

as it probably won't affect things
long term,

but a woman has contacted the office

who seems to have quite a credible
claim to being May's mother.

What?

We were told that person became
deceased more than two years ago.

As were we all, but it would appear
that she's alive and well.

Apparently her drug addiction is now
behind her

and she's working as an amah,

caring for the children
of a British Forces family.

They're here in London on furlough.

Miss Tang.

Miss Tang, could you wait in the
corridor for a moment?

She's with you now? Sorry, yes.

She's back again today.

Look, I really don't think she means
to disrupt the adoption,

but she has asked to meet you
and your husband, and...

..she would like to see
her daughter.

Mrs Turner, are you still there?

FRED: Oh, no!

HE TUTS

Hold this, son.

Cancelled?!

HE SIGHS

Come on, son. Let's sort
this out.

Oh, Patrick. Thank goodness.

I'm so sorry I wasn't here.

Have you heard anything else? No.

She said it won't affect
the adoption,

but if there's been a mistake,
I don't see how it can't.

All the children on the project
were supposed to be orphans.

I can't bear the thought of
losing her.

I know. Come here.

The East End's always had such
a great tradition of gardening,

and now so much of it's been built
over, I just...

You know, well, I mean,

I just thought it was important to
try and keep it going.

I don't disagree, love,

but if you're going to have a
horticultural show,

then you've got to have
some horticulture to go in it.

You could have exhibition gardens.

That's a good idea, Reggie...

..but a bit too ambitious.

I'm sorry, Fred, love, but...

SHE CLEARS THROAT
..this time it really is up to you.

Ugh!

Oh! That's horrible.

Do you want a fag to put away
the taste?

No. Water.

So...how long does it take, then?

You know, to work?
Dunno. Why? You excited?

Of course. Zzzt!

Another little Bryant. Be lovely.

Yeah. And it's going to be
tomorrow, Charlie. I can feel it.

I always hated that Dad
never got to see the kids,

and this one coming on
his birthday -

it'll be like a connection,
won't it?

A special family thing
right back to Grandad.

Yeah.

Love you.

You too.

SHE GROANS

What?

Has it happened? No.

Pregnancy wind.

Sorry, love.

Right.

Ah! That was
Maureen Bryant's husband.

She seems to be getting her wish.

Waters broke this morning
at 6.20.

Righto.

Seems very convenient.

You don't suppose she dosed up
on castor oil herself, do you?

Well, if she has, she'll be
discovering the consequences.

THEY LAUGH

No.

Hello. Where's your mum?

Over there.

Oi.

Come on.

Oh, my God. I think my baby's
going to be born in that privy.

No, it won't. You're about 30
minutes between contractions.

You've got ages yet.

I didn't think castor oil
was going to do this!

Well, what else was it going to do?
It's castor oil!

Will the baby be all right?

Yeah. Course it will.

Oh, I just really, really want it
to be today.

I know.

The Glorious Twelfth.

Thing is, Mo, your baby's
going to do what it feels like.

And your dad would be proud of
you whatever.

On behalf of the Order, I cannot
tell you

how sorry I am that this
has happened.

However the original mistake
was made,

your family would never have
been involved

were it not for our actions.

Involvement isn't something we
regret, Sister Julienne.

Poor May. This is going to be
incredibly confusing for her.

We haven't told her yet.

We thought it best to find out
a little more

about Miss Tang and her
intentions first.

I think that's wise.

It may be that Miss Tang wants
nothing more than reassurance

that May is well and happy.

Hello there, Mr Buckle.

Oh, hello, Sister.

Goodness, everything all right?
You look a bit glum.

You ever felt like you've bitten off
more than you can chew, Sister?

Oh, quite frequently.

I usually find that spreading
the load around a bit is the answer.

I'm sure we can find you
some volunteers.

Don't worry!

HE SIGHS

I'm ready for the ward round
if you are, Sister.

Yes. Just coming, Doctor.

Is that aspirin? Are you unwell?

No, no, nothing to worry about.

Dr McNulty.

This is sputum. And yet I found it
in the box for blood samples,

which would cause a great deal
of confusion at the laboratory.

I'm sorry, Miss Higgins,
it won't happen again.

Very well, but if Dr Turner
is to leave you unsupervised,

you must be au fait with
the systems.

Don't worry. Her bark's worse
than her bite.

I'm not sure she realises I'm
an adult.

It'll get better, I promise.

FRED: It's not that I've got no
entries, it's just that,

well, I ain't got many,
and I've only got three weeks.

Don't be despondent, Mr Buckle.
Inspiration will descend.

TRIXIE: Well, I can certainly
provide some floral decorations.

My godmother will be delighted

if my Constance Spry training comes
in useful at last!

You can teach us, Trixie,
and we can all have a go.

Mmm.

What we need is something
that will really grab attention.

Make people want to be part of it.

Like exhibition gardens.

The Chelsea Flower Show.

I saw it in a magazine.
What do you mean, Reggie?

Different gardens for
different people.

Hang on. Maybe we could do
something like that with the Cubs.

Get them involved. Have a
campfire party.

The boys are always in the market
for a good feed and a singsong!

And I'm sure Miss Nadine's
dance school could do something.

Maybe country dancing, and I can
make 'em some peasant dresses?

Country dancing in an
English garden!

You're a genius, Reggie.

Oh, thank you so much.

Oh, I feel so much better already.

And the best is yet to come.

St Raymond Nonnatus.

Sorry, Sister?

Well, as you are aware,
Mr Buckle, St Raymond Nonnatus

is the patron saint of midwives,

and his feast day
is the day after bank holiday.

We could make a magnificent garden
for St Raymond Nonnatus

in celebration!

It will elicit blessings
on the whole event.

That's a wonderful idea, Sister.

And I shall create it myself.

Mmm.

Hmm.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

Mr Bryant again. I think she's
definitely ready for us this time.

Oh, third baby? She might just
do it, hmm?

MO GROANS

You're doing so well.

SHE STRAINS

Fantastic work.

Yeah, that's the stuff.

You've got it.

Ooh!

MO WAILS

SHE GROANS

Don't worry, my darling.

Baby's on its way.

What time is it?
Are we going to make it?

Can you pant for me, Mo?

SHE PANTS STEADILY

That's it. Good.

Just keep breathing, precious.
You are so nearly there.

You can do this, Mo. One more now.
Slowly, slowly.

SHE STRAINS

That's it, Maureen. Head's on
its way.

One for me now.

SHE STRAINS

Well done, Mo.

Baby's head's in my hand.

Just keep it gentle. All right?

SHE STRAINS

Well done, Mo.

BABY CRIES

Congratulations, Maureen.

You have a lovely baby boy.

Oh, can I see him?

Yeah. Lovely boy.

Oh!

Hello, sweetheart.

Oh, look how tiny you are.

I thought you were going to be a
right little bruiser after all that!

He is absolutely beautiful.
And do you know what?

You did it, Mo! You did it, girl!

Born the same day as your dad
and your grandad!

You are not supposed to be in here
yet, Charlie Bryant.

Sorry, Val. I mean, Nurse.

Seeing as you are...

..do you want to come and meet
your son?

Yes!

Oooh!

HE CHUCKLES

He's absolutely perfect.

I would be more than happy to help
you organise this garden, Sister.

It does seem rather a large
undertaking for one person alone.

But I am not alone, Sister.

Never fear.

St Raymond and I have the situation
well in hand.

You're up early. So are you.

I'm a bit nervous.

So am I, and I'm not even
meeting her.

I wish nobody was!

Oh, Tim... It must be awful for
her too.

I know. I thought you chose
photographs last night.

I did. But I'm not sure
they're the right ones.

I want to reassure Miss Tang
that May is happy.

But if she looks too happy,
is that insensitive?

No-one else's family
seems to be this complicated.

I like that we're complicated.

Pleased to meet you.

Please sit down.

Miss Tang is now using
an English Christian name,

aren't you, dear? Esther.

I've explained that we were
all under the impression

that she had passed away.

I nearly did.

I did not live a good life for
many years.

But it is different now.

How is my...?

How is May?

She's absolutely lovely, Miss Tang.

I have some photographs...

..if you would like to see.

So big!

So pretty.

She looks like you.

She go to school? Yes.

She likes counting,
and she's learning to read.

She looks very happy in
the photographs, doesn't she?

Yes.

This is... They're very nice.

No, please. We brought them for you.

Thank you. This is very kind.

But I would also like to see
her not in picture.

Please...can I see my daughter?

Well, what we have to do today

is decide just what is in May's
best interests.

But she will miss me. A daughter
must want to see her mother.

Please. I am only in England for a
few weeks.

This could be the last chance I
ever have.

He hasn't got the hang of
feeding yet.

Not like my other two
greedy monsters.

I'm sure he will, but we'll keep
an eye on it.

And if he struggles, we can always
try a bottle to top him up.

He seems a contented little
chap, anyway.

Yeah. Yes.

Warren's lovely, isn't he?

SHELAGH: She was nice, wasn't she?

Yes. Very.

Do you think we did the right
thing? Agreeing?

I don't doubt for a moment

that we've done the right thing
by Esther.

I just hope it's also the right
thing by May.

These are the papers of consent.

You need to sign them to agree
to May's adoption by the Turners...

..like we talked about
the other day.

So that May will have the security
of a...

...permanent family and home.

I cannot read them.

Well, if you like, I could
go through them with you now?

I must go back to work.

DOOR OPENS

SLURRED: The Hanging Gardens
of Babylon...via Poplar.

Fred Buckle! Have you been drinking?

Only in the line of duty, ma'am.

We had quite a few signed up
in the Black Sail. Hm?

But Reggie is a genius.

Well, we knew that!

We went up to the new flats,
didn't we? Yeah.

Yeah. And guess what?

It's a hotbed of competition!

We had loads of entries

for our as-of-today brand-new
horticultural categories -

Best Hanging Basket, Best Window Box

and Best Horticultural Use
Of A Flat Balcony.

And me and him is going to build
the Hanging Gardens of Babylon

to show it all off!

Well, I am impressed!

Very impressed.

Well done, you two.

Thanks, Mum.

WOMAN GROANS

A hot water bottle in August?

What's wrong?

Sister, I know it's
the Great Silence

and you're not supposed to speak,

but you're clearly in pain.

Please will you tell me what it is?

I can't.

You're a man.

I'm a doctor.

HE GROANS

Is it period pain?

I feel...really stupid.

Other women have to go through
the same thing every month.

Sister Frances, you're a midwife.

You know dysmenorrhoea
isn't the same for everyone.

It can be absolutely debilitating.

I'm scared I'm going to make a
mistake that affects a patient.

I know you've taken aspirin.
Have you tried anything else?

Paracetamol. That didn't
work either.

What's that?

Pethidine. A very, very small dose.

I think you should take one.

Just to get you over the worst.

DOOR CLOSES

LUCILLE: Midwife calling!

Mrs Bryant, what are you doing
out of bed?

He ain't right, Nurse.

Something ain't right.

He ain't hardly feeding.
And today he seems...floppy.

He ain't right, Nurse.

Can I take him?

Come on, Warren, precious.

Maureen...

..why don't you go back to bed
and take Warren with you?

I'm going to ask Dr Turner
to come and check him over.

MAUREEN: See, that ain't
normal, is it?

It's all right, Maureen. Doctor will
find out what's wrong.

We'll need an ambulance
with an incubator.

Yes, Doctor.

What was that? What is it?

Mrs Bryant, I don't want to
alarm you,

but I would like Warren to be
admitted to hospital

for examination. Why? What's wrong?

I'd like them to look at a couple
of things.

There's a cloudiness in his eyes,

which could mean that his vision
is less than perfect.

Oh, no.

Do you see this blueish colour here?

And on his fingertips and his toes?

I'm afraid it may signify some sort
of problem with Warren's heart.

Oh, my God!

SHE SOBS

Now, Mrs Bryant,

we are going to get him into
hospital as quickly as possible.

Mm... They have experts
in paediatric medicine.

Warren is going to be in very
good hands.

BABY CRIES

CHILD: Esther!

MONITOR BEEPING

DOOR OPENS

CHARLIE: Mo!

Have they told you anything?
Can we see him?

They won't let us in.

Charlie, they think it's his heart.

SHE SOBS

No, nothing. Three completely
healthy pregnancies.

Has something happened?

Baby Warren Bryant has been admitted
to St Cuthbert's

with a suspected heart defect
and possible further complications.

What?

But he-he seemed...

I...

We checked his heart. It was normal.

I know. Yesterday too.

We can't find any clues
in Maureen's notes,

and Kevin checked at the surgery,

and she's hardly been to the doctor
all year.

Well, I saw her there.

We'd had that ding-dong, remember?

And it was when I saw her at
the surgery that we made amends.

But I think it was the kids poorly,
not her.

Yes, that's right.

She was worried that they'd got
diphtheria, but it turned out...

It turned out to be German measles.

Rubella?

HE RINGS DOORBELL

56,000 people! How on Earth
are they going to hear at the back?

What must it be like to have 56,000
women screaming at you?

A bad day at a Tuesday clinic,
I should imagine.

LAUGHTER

Good morning, Doctor.

Morning.

I've had some bad news from
St Cuthbert's, I'm afraid.

Warren? The specialist has found
significant congenital deformities.

The left side of his heart
hasn't developed properly.

But his heart sounded normal
when we examined him.

It would have.

It's only after a couple of days,
when the ductus arteriosus closes,

that the heart fails. Neither of you
missed anything at all.

Poor little boy.

I'm afraid he's also blind,

and there is a high likelihood
of brain damage.

All of this would be consistent with
a diagnosis

of congenital rubella syndrome.

Mother was exposed to rubella
in the first trimester.

Poor Mo.

What's the prognosis, Doctor?

Not good.

Little Warren will live
for a matter of weeks at most.

I'm on my way to see the family now

and I wondered if I could take
Nurse Anderson with me.

Nurse Anderson?

Thank you.

Oh...

We want him home, Doctor.

If they can't make him better...

..what's he doing there?

What's the point?

If he's here, with his family,
where he's loved...

..it might make a difference.

Maybe there's a chance
he'll be all right.

You do hear them stories
sometimes, Doctor.

Mr and Mrs Bryant,

I'm sure that so long as we're
careful about contagion,

I can arrange for Warren
to be discharged into your care.

We'd be more than willing to
support you,

and I don't doubt for a moment

that Warren's quality of life
will be the better for it.

But it won't change the prognosis.

I'm afraid he isn't going to
get better.

You don't know that!

I'm so very sorry, Mrs Bryant.

I'm afraid I do.

I didn't even know I had
German measles!

I wasn't poorly like the kids!

Symptoms can be very mild.

Not for Warren!

No.

You know what I was
thinking yesterday?

That it was the castor oil.

That it was my fault because I made
such a fuss about his birthday.

Love...

Maureen, precious, none of this was
anybody's fault.

When can we get him
home, Doctor?

If our boy ain't got long,
this is where he should be.

He's got the best mum in the world
waiting to look after him.

I'll call the hospital.

What's she doing? Can you see?

I really don't know.

CLATTERING

You know, sometimes she replants

the weeds that I dig out
of the vegetable patch.

The club will have my guts for
garters if our exhibition garden

is full of dandelions and nettles.
CLATTERING

Can I help you there with
anything, Sister?

No, thank you, Mr Buckle.
I have everything I need.

He's so lovely, ain't he?

Yeah.

I'm scared to go to sleep.

Me too.

I keep on thinking about
all the plans we had.

All the things he's going to miss.

I know, love.

I know.

But...

..this is his life...

..here, right now. And...

..we've got to make the most of it.

Someone appears to have been taking
midwifery supplies

without signing for them.

Well, it certainly wasn't me!

Or me.

Hm. I have my suspicions.

Eight soft yarn blankets,
freshly laundered.

And don't bother denying it, Sister,

because I can see them sticking out
from under your pillows.

What of it?

They are the property
of the Health Authority!

But I require them.

Whatever for?

They are necessary in the
celebration of St Raymond Nonnatus,

whose devotion to expectant
mothers and midwives

far exceeds that of
the Health Authority -

by seven centuries!

Oh, for goodness' sake!

Just don't get any holes in them!

Shall we go and say hello?

Look, May.

Do you see who this is?

May.

SHE SPEAKS IN CANTONESE

Oh, it's all right, May.

She's just a little shy today.

May...
SHE SPEAKS IN CANTONESE

It's all right, May.

Sweetheart, it's all right. There's
nothing to be frightened of.

SHE SPEAKS IN CANTONESE

I'm sorry. This is too much for
her today.

We have to go.

May!

I'm sorry, Miss Tang.

You turned my child against me!

He doesn't manage to eat much.

I wish I could help him.

Maybe he could comfort-suck.

Like this.

It doesn't give him any food, of
course, but...

..I think it's nice for him.

Come and see what Warren's doing,
you two!

Come on, Maxine.

Aww, Max. It's all right.

Look, I feel sad too sometimes.

But look...

..this is making Warren happy.

So, I think we should be happy too.

We've got to show him how much fun
it is to be a Bryant, eh?

I hid the water pistols
under the kitchen sink.

Why don't you give your sister
a good soaking?

Yeah!

MAUREEN CHUCKLES

That's better.

Ain't it?

CHILDREN GIGGLE

CAR HORN BEEPS

What's going on? Shut up!

Just backing out.
You're blocking the road.

HORN BEEPS

Is she sleeping?

I don't want to do this
again, Shelagh.

We can't put her though it.

No. I know.

I'm very sorry for Esther, and her
past, but we can't change it.

HORN BEEPS

Our priority has to be May.

You're right.

HORNS BEEP

Nurse Phyllis, why are you walking?
Where's your car?

It was in need
of emergency attention.

I've gone over it twice,
Nurse Crane,

and I can't find any reason for
the noise you're describing,

the one you call the clickety
ticking sort of sound.

How very perplexing.

Nevertheless, thank you
for your prompt attention.

Might I furnish you with some tea?

Ah, Sister Monica Joan brought
me some.

It's gone cold.

SHE POURS TEA AWAY

There was never any clickety ticking
sort of sound, was there?

I had to go along with
what Nurse Crane said,

especially if it gave me
a chance of bumping into you.

Cyril, you can bump into me
whenever you like!

Whenever you've got the time.
But...you don't have time.

No. Because I'm always working.
Like you're always working.

We've both got jobs to do, Lucille.

Is that the only reason
why you're here?

Because you've got a job to do?

Lucille, I'm trying to make a life,

a whole life, from almost nothing.

I work, and I study.

I save money, and I pray.

And I pay for all of that whilst
having to wait

for the things I want. Meaning what?

Meaning you. Me?

Well, there's no point in
you waiting

if I'm not going to wait for you.

Tea for two!

And I found some shortbread fingers
going begging.

You should have saved yourself
the trouble. Cyril's busy!

Oh...

He's a handsome chap, isn't he,
Dr McNulty?

He certainly is.

DOOR CLOSES

Excuse me, Doctor.

I'd better go, little man. Them
windows won't clean themselves.

It must be hard to tear
yourself away.

Well, you don't know.

You don't know how things'll be
when you come back.

Do you know, Doctor? Can you tell?

I can tell...

..that he is very well cared for.

I can tell that he's stable
for the moment.

I wouldn't expect that to
change immediately,

but I'm afraid I can't give you
any guarantees.

Now, you know you can call on me
at any time?

Thank you.

Thank you.

I think we should do it.

DOOR OPENS

So do I.

DOOR CLOSES

We want to hold a gathering for him.

Just small.

The other two kids always
have parties.

That's a lovely idea.

HE SIGHS

Well done.

You learn to keep that sigh in
over time.

Does it get easier?

It gets easier to hide.

Usually.

But not if somebody's going
to lose a child.

No.

Sorry to arrive unannounced.

Is there somewhere
we can talk privately?

Girls, why don't you give
the sunflowers some water?

BOTH: Yay!

Just tell me.

Esther has refused
to sign the consent papers.

She wants to take May back to
Hong Kong.

Has Esther given you any indication
as to how she could support May?

None. But she is absolutely
determined to take her back.

And she won't meet us or discuss it.

We know that Esther is May's mother.

And if we thought she was truly in a
position to care for her...

..it would...break our hearts,

but we would accept it.

But this?

When I think of what May could face,
I feel sick.

Physically sick.

My dear Shelagh...

Sister, you said before that you
wished you could help.

But she trusted the Order
once before.

Perhaps she'd talk to you.

Last one!

SHE WINDS CAMERA FILM ON

Everyone together!
Come on in, Mum.

SHUTTER CLICKS

Lovely.

Come on.

Oh... Hello, Nurse.

How much was the film?

I'll give you some...coins.

Thanks.

Right...

Thank you for meeting me, Miss Tang.

I won't change my mind.

Very well.

SHE PATS BENCH

They made my child afraid of me.

Miss Tang, that's not the case.

May is frightened
because she's confused.

Again and again she's been wrenched
from everything she knows.

Always completely without
her control.

And now she faces it once more.

A child should be with her
mother. I agree...

..if the mother is able to care for
her, keep her safe.

I have a job looking after
English children.

They love me. They run to me before
they go to their own parents.

I know how to keep a child safe.

I do not doubt it for one moment,
Miss Tang.

But what will happen to that job

once your employers know that you
have a child of your own?

There will be no job.

And what will you do then?

You think she's better off here
with your friends,

forgetting about her mother,
her language,

forgetting that she's Chinese.

But other people won't forget.

She will grow older and other people
will look at her.

And then they will treat her
the same way

like how your people always
treated mine!

Miss Tang... Esther, there is no
ideal situation here.

But the worst, the very worst, is if
May ends up back in an orphanage.

Can you be sure that won't happen?

If I sign the paper,

how can she know I love her?!

How can I sign the paper
to give my child away?!

Ruby and George tried to put up
their den. It was windy...

Out for the count, eh?

Yeah.

Right. Come on. No, leave him.

It's nice.

Yeah, but there's hardly any room!

Come on. It's nice to be
all together.

All right, come on.

Night-night, little one.

It was a lovely day, wasn't it?

Yeah.

SHE GASPS

HE SOBS

TRIXIE: Perhaps Phyllis can set
the Cubs on Cyril

with their sizzling sticks.

I don't want to talk about it.

Fair enough, lass.

What do we think? This'll be all
right for country dancing, won't it?

Definitely. Jolly good.

DOOR OPENS

Good morning, Sister.

Are you feeling better?

Oh, yes. Yes, thank you.

I know you give May a good home.

I know you love her.

And I expect she love you too.

But if I cannot take her...

..I am content for you
to be her...foster parents.

But I will not sign the paper.

Miss Tang...

She should not be brought here!
Miss Tang.

Dr and Mrs Turner could pursue May's
adoption through the court

in this country, and the decision

would most likely go in
their favour.

I know.

But I'm asking you not to do this!

May needs security.

And she needs a legal next of kin
in this country.

What if she had an accident?

We might not be allowed to see her

or make decisions about
her treatment.

This is true.
The Hong Kong Adoption Project

cannot be a child's guardian
long term.

Then be her guardian in
this country.

But not her parents.

I've got a bit of a
free evening tonight.

I can help you with anything for
the show, if you like.

No, no, you're all right, love.

I do believe...

..we're ready.

Well, these have survived rather
better than I thought they might.

We've all survived.

More or less.

We have. We're here, May's here.

All our children are here,
and blooming.

Not everyone can say that.

And even if it can't be this way
for ever,

we have to make the most of it now.

We do. And we will.

We can do anything together,
can't we?

CHILDREN: Mummy! Daddy!

Watch the sunflowers!

Come on. Let's go and wake up Tim!

ALL LAUGH

ALL EXCLAIM

Trifle, anyone?

LAUGHTER

Anybody who wants to put anything
else in the van, come now.

Last chance.

Mr Bryant!

Hello.

We got the pictures back.

They're really good.

Anyway...

..this one's for you.

Oh...

Thank you so much.

Thanks.

Oh...

I am so sorry, Lucille.
I overreacted.

No, you didn't. You were
clearly upset.

I should have been here supporting
you, and not working on another car.

I'm proud of you
for helping our community.

There are more important things.

Anyway...

You are coming to the show?

Wild horses wouldn't stop me.

BOTH LAUGH

Ah!

# The grand old Duke of York
He had 10,000 men

# He marched them up
to the top of the hill

# And he marched them
down again... #

You did it, love! It's all
beautiful!

Oh...

Thanks, love.

Well...almost all.

Perhaps our Sister intended it as a
place of peaceful contemplation.

Sister Monica Joan, I have offered
to help on numerous occasions.

This is supposed to be a garden!

Where are the flowers?

The flowers of St Raymond

are the most beautiful flowers
of the day!

ALL LAUGH

MATURE JENNIFER WORTH:
Flowers take many forms.

Each one has its story,

and its roots.

Each one unfurls

from its bulb or its kernel,

revealing itself and all its promise
as it will.

Each is entirely precious
and unique.

SHUTTER CLICKS

Each is the best, and the only.

Each will linger in the mind.

Each will teach us what it is
to love.

To be torn, to nurture,

and let go.

CAR DOOR OPENS

ENGINE STARTS

Not every garden blooms as
we expected.

Despite our care,
not every child can thrive.

Tears take the place of rain

and the sunshine fails us.

But the buds, however delicate,
were perfect.

They were real,

and their fleeting scent
will live forever on the air.

Have you ever looked after
someone like me, Nurse?

Do you mean blind?

A baby needs proper care, Marion.

I'm its mother.

You're not going to send me home,
are you? Yvonne! Where's my wife?

Get that baby up for adoption,
for its own safety. No!

It's my gran. I'm so worried about
her, Lucille.

SISTER JULIENNE: The welfare of the
baby is paramount.

If we have any doubt, we must
express it.