All language subtitles for Call the Midwife - S12E05 (2012) WEB.eng

Every mother
meets her child in battle.

The pain, the struggle,
the fight for separate breath.

The mother is a warrior.

She endures it all!

Ah! Morning, Miss Higgins.

Excellent posters!

I have strict rules
of precedence

for the printed matter
on that board.

You can't put that there
until after

the measles vaccination drive
is over.

Then I shall leave it on your
desk and you can put it up...

..when you see fit.

My duties may preclude it.

My hands are extremely full
now that Master Timothy Turner

has taken work elsewhere.

It is paid work!

As a council bathing attendant.

I'm not keen on it either,
Miss Higgins.

Think of the things he'll see.

And the things he'll touch!

It could be
extraordinarily educational.

Jill, this is the stinging
I was telling you about.

It will pass.

Is it born now?
Please tell me it's born.

Your baby's head is with us.

Your baby will soon be
in your arms.

I can't wait. I can't wait!

Baby's turning now,

Jill. Get ready
for that last push.

Look at him!
Look at this child!

He's my Spencer
all over again, Jill.

You have to look at him!

It's a little girl, Mrs Wray.

It's stone-cold!

These instruments are no better

than they were
when they went in.

It wasn't me who broke it
this time.

Maybe the mice have been
nibbling at the cables,

like they did with
Trixie's Ladyshave.

There's no need to bring my
beauty accoutrements into this.

How am I supposed
to do the district round

without a fully stocked bag?

We'll have to boil everything
manually!

Sister Monica Joan can help.

Spencer?

Would you like to come
and meet your daughter?

Daughter?

There's a whole lot of women
in that flat.

There certainly is.

I'll just, erm, look in
from the doorway for now.

Scabies,

impetigo, fleas
and ingrained dirt.

We can request
medical remedies,

but there's not much hot water
and carbolic soap won't cure.

I've been reading
about this condition

called Pediculosis
vestimentorum.

It's when the clothes
become infested with lice

and start to cause
dermatitis-type lesions,

particularly within folds
of skin and on the axillaries.

Oh! That sounds like
what we call PBF.

Plain bloody filthy.

I hope you're up to
the physical side.

Come on, you follow me.

Pastor Robinson!

And Reggie!

Have you brought me
any dry-cleaning?

I'm going to bring you
my preaching suit next Monday.

For now,
you and your new business

will have to make do with this.

Thank you!

And I've brought you
a picture of Jesus.

Well!

Isn't that the very best thing
I could have watching over me?

Thank you, Reggie.

Pastor Robinson,
any news of Lucille?

I had a letter yesterday.

She's sounding
on top of the world.

I think she'll be booking
her flight home soon.

Matthew!

Is there any news
of your father?

They've let him out of the hospital

with as clean a bill of health
as he's likely to get.

After all those tests?

Yes.

Well, that's very welcome news.

It's not very welcome news.

He's coming to visit Poplar.

He's been threatening for ages,
but...tomorrow's the day.

Matthew, if your father
wants to visit,

we'll make him welcome.

I'll ask Sister Julienne
to provide some hospitality.

You're going to have to
learn to like salad, Teddy.

Take this carrot
out to Genevieve.

She loves her vegetables!

She's a rabbit.

Hey! I saw that, May.

If you two don't stop
this silly argument,

neither of you is going to have
a turn with the egg slicer.

Cowboys and Indians
is for boys.

It's my birthday party.

Angela, May can have

whatever sort of birthday party
she likes.

People will laugh at her.

Hello, Timothy.

I'm so glad you're here.
Is it salad?

Yes, it is salad.

Genevieve won't wake up.

Oh, no, no, no!

Has your husband
had a hold of the baby yet?

Sister Julienne said
he was a bit shy this morning.

Shy? Spencer?

He charmed the pants off me
when we met.

And I mean charmed the pants
off me. That's how I ended up

on your books!

The minute I get
my figure back,

we're getting married.

A whirlwind romance.

My mum said I weren't to bring
any coloured babies home.

So this is home now.

Me and him.
And this little one.

And I'm not sorry.

Teddy's practising sad music
on his mouth organ

for the funeral.

Oh, give that here.

Full disclosure.

I've already smoked
two cigarettes.

Of all the things

I had on my to-do list today,

burying a rabbit
did not feature.

What was on it?

A morning at the practice
with Miss Higgins,

planning this month's clinics,
during which time I'm first

on call
at the maternity home.

Then the girls need taking
to cycling proficiency.

Teddy needs new sandals,

and I'm three days late
with my batch bake.

We'll be eating swiss rolls
off the market stall again.

I quite like those.

That is not the point!

Timothy!

Need a lift?

I wouldn't mind.

What's all this, then?

I'm working for the council,

bathing the sick and needy
in their own homes.

Hmm! Sounds like a good scheme.

It is if they've got
their own bathrooms.

We need to take
collapsible baths

and cans of hot water in a van

to the decrepit places,
like Lisbon Buildings.

But the council's got
no-one to drive the vehicles.

Oh! Where are you off to today?

I've got four clients
in the Napoleon Buildings.

It's all, erm, mod cons
in the tower blocks.

All right.

No Mrs Turner this morning?
I gave her the day off.

The summer holidays
are getting on top of her.

In the meantime,
may I draw your attention

to today's communication
from St Cuthbert's?

No fewer than ten
of our referred patients

have completely failed
to keep their appointments.

No?!

That is not on.

Morning, mate.
Er, I'm here to bath

Mr Stanley, erm, Facchiaro.
Oh, wrong door.

Old Stan's last one
up on the left.

Here, you don't want to sluice
this lot down, do you,

while you're about it?
Especially this one.

Proper pen and ink, she does.

Sorry to disturb you.

Never mind
the breakfast discotheque.

Time for actual breakfast.

Come on. Don't make me play
the wicked stepmother.

Sit down, sit down.

Right, Pete, we need to get
this lot back to their mum's.

It's already gone ten.

Oh, I love it

when they stay the night.
I know!

Cheryl misses them, too,
when they're gone.

Don't you, darling?

Right, go and get breakfast.

I just need to sit down
and catch my breath.

Milk! Milk! Milk!

There. She'll sleep
a bit longer.

I'll weigh the baby and
give her the once-over first.

Come on, hand her over.

I promise you
I'll give her back.

Oh, she's gorgeous.

Proper little head-turner!

She's been sent to Earth...

..with a purpose.

Next?
Er...

Annette Barkley,
Flat 19, Napoleon Towers.

Failed to attend
her six-monthly check

at the cardiology clinic
on the 23rd of June.

She can't afford to do that!

She has
rheumatic heart disease.

Advise her to come and see me

with a view to arranging
another hospital appointment.

And I'd like this one
delivered by hand.

Ah, right.

It feel like a party, don't it?

Even though it's just the four
of us!

A real family...

..with a baby
at the heart of everything!

We've been saying all along
that if we had a girl

we'd make her middle name
Florence,

after you.

Didn't we, Spencer?

Spencer?

I'm talking about
the baby's name.

Mylene Florence.

I thought we could go and get
a birth certificate tomorrow.

Fear not,
for I have redeemed thee.

I have summoned thee by name.

You are mine.

You're quoting the Bible now?

Hey!

Fatherhood doing you good.

Nah, it's like I can hear it.

It's...loud in here.

Like I can't turn it down.
Like...like television.

But there's no knobs.

It's the names.

They will tell you what it is.

They will tell you
what it is...

Here's a house.

Here's a door.

I should have gone
to my appointment

at the heart clinic.
You know I should.

But they're going to go mad

with me.
They said I should never

get pregnant again!
Come here.

They read you the riot act
last time,

and everything was all right.

Sod the hospital.

Mother Nature knows
what she can handle.

Hello!

Is that nun...motorised?

Yes. That's Sister Veronica.

Where did she get
the money for a scooter?

I thought they always took
vows of poverty.

Yeah...
Ah, here's the girl

of everybody's dreams!

Hello, Pops!

This is the uniform, is it?

Yes. Designed for practicality.

And I did not choose
the colour scheme!

Looks pretty fine, all the same.

Pops, do you want to use

the, er, facilities
before we set off?

There's coffee available,
as well,

if you'd like.
I'll just have a packet

of Henley's Gold Label.

There's a tobacconist's
over there.

Of course.

I've never seen Spencer
like this before.

Just talking and talking.

But in a voice
that is not in his own.

Mrs Wray,
I've got to be honest.

Some of his behaviour
is ringing alarm bells.

But the only person that can
really tell you what's going on

is a doctor.

The nurse is right.

This is
a spiritual disturbance.

He needs to see a minister.

And I don't even know
where to look for one.

I haven't been to God's house
since we leave Brixton.

There is...
a Pentecostal church...

..on Wick Street.

I've written down
the name for you.

But you must let me arrange
a visit from the doctor.

Urgently.

I don't object.

But I don't want
anybody to know.

Once upon a time,

I'd come down here
with your grandfather,

and the wharves were
swarming with men -

stevedores, dockers,
banksmen...

..even rat catchers!

But they kept
our buildings working.

Can't make money from a place

if you don't know
what makes it tick.

Ah, it's not what it was.

My bladder's not what it was,
either. Stop the car.

Right, that's your 'nanas.
Now go and get your hair ribbons

so you can be all pretty
for your first day at nursery.

Don't worry, love.
I've got hold of you. Charlie?

Give the poor woman some air.

There you go.

You sit on this chair, dear.

Here you go.
You go and stand with Mummy.

Shall we get this coat off you?

Oh, bless you!
You're in the family way.

Someone run and knock
on the door at Nonnatus.

Ooh, how are you feeling?
Yeah...

Better?
You OK?

We need to get out.

The docks have finished
at this end of the river.

The East End will die.

Pop, the East End isn't just
the buildings. It's the people.

Oh, don't start all that again.

You've been
halfway to socialist

ever since you did
your national service.

I'll take that as a compliment.

And let me tell you, the
economy here is more complex

than you think.
We shouldn't be getting out.

We should be investing,
expanding, creating employment

and apprenticeship
opportunities.

Your comparative youth
gifts you two luxuries...

..an unhindered prostate

and the licence

to spout idealistic bilge.

I've seen this community
with my own eyes.

And you've never done
a day's graft in your life.

Annette, when you had
rheumatic fever as a child,

it damaged
the valves of your heart.

Now, that is not a situation
that changes,

but sometimes things happen
that can make it worse.

Pregnancy increases
every woman's blood volume,

and that is putting
extra pressure

on your heart valves.

I should have tried
to help myself.

I should have...
taken that pill

or, I don't know,
had my tubes tied.

But you never got on
with the pill,

and you're too young
to be sterilised.

Which left us with that
Dutch cap. Pete didn't like it.

What we both love is children.

Doctor!

Is she going to be all right?

We are going to take
the best possible care of her.

I'm moving her to St Cuthbert's
as soon as we can find a bed.

You think this could have been
avoided, don't you?

And not to put
too fine a point on it,

this really does have to be
avoided in the future.

You could do worse

than come along to this talk.

Men's health!

In my book, that means
women's health, too.

So much of what we do
or can do impacts on them.

Do help yourself to pie, Sir
Brigham. It's steak and kidney.

Steak and kidney!
I don't need

asking twice.
Sorry.

It's such a treat to have you
here. Isn't it, Matthew?

Yes. Yeah, it is. Yeah.

It must be a bit like meeting
all the mad relations

she keeps in the attic.

It is a very great pleasure

to put so many faces to names.

I must bring my wife Lavinia
next time.

She might like to see
Lisbon Buildings.

Mr Aylward has poured such care
into the renovations there...

..not to mention money.

Has he, indeed?

Spencer?

It seems to me

that for the past
couple of days...

..you've either been
full of energy...

..almost too much energy...

..or very, very quiet...

..and saying
that you want to sleep

but not being able to.

I've got stuff to think about.

Loads and loads of stuff.

I'm not fast enough
for all of it.

It's tiring.
I know.

Spencer, when all of this stuff
is going through your head...

..do you ever feel as though
things aren't quite real?

Everything's real.

More real than real.

I think that's the problem.

But you don't see
anything strange

or hear people speaking

who you can't see?

Take one of these.

It'll help you get
a bit of rest.

Spencer needs to see
a psychiatrist

as soon as possible.

Psychiatrist?

You mean like an 'ead doctor?

Yes.

Someone who can give him
what I can't...

..a proper diagnosis
and then the help he needs.

But-But will they
take him away?

Only if it's necessary,

but I'll have to see
how things unfold.

I'm going to make
an urgent referral.

Perhaps next time we conclude
a call regarding Mrs Barkley,

I will be able to close by
saying thank you for your help.

Any luck at St Cuthbert's?
The reverse.

The cardiac department say

maternity must
take responsibility,

and maternity won't

until a meeting
with a cardiac specialist

is timetabled.

I'll have another go myself
and see if that works.

In the meantime,

the soonest I can get
a psychiatric appointment

for Spencer Wray is
the end of next week.

Can you not simply have him
admitted to the Linchmere

for a mental health assessment?

I made a vow
I'd never send anyone there

unless they were a danger
to themselves or others.

Shelagh!

I'd like to speak to you
in private, please.

I'm pregnant again.

What?!

I've missed my monthly,

my breasts are tender

and my mouth tastes as if
I've been sucking a penny.

I thought all that sort of
thing was behind us.

So did I!

I don't have to spell out
my age to you. Or yours!

Shelagh, let's not
get ahead of ourselves.

We are going to do

what we always do with everyone
and arrange a pregnancy test.

I've already brought you
a sample.

You are welcome
in our church

whenever you choose
to join us, Mrs Wray.

And your son can come, too,
for prayer and anointment.

If he needs it.

He is...

..scared...

..to leave the flat,
Mrs Wallace.

He says there is
poison in the air.

All we can offer you,

everything that prayer
can offer you,

can only sit alongside
what proper medicine can do.

Once, faith healing was
all some people had.

But now...

..now we know

that trained doctors
can do more.

Haddock and chips. I've been
keeping them warm in the oven.

Was your father very tired
when you dropped him home?

I think we were...both
as exhausted as each other.

Anyway, after I'd...

..digested some of his
more...forthright remarks...

..I came to a decision.

I went to the council...

..and I secured a job...

..as a bathing attendant.

What?!

It's only for ten days.

But maybe my...father's right.

Maybe I never have done a...

..day's graft in my life.

I'm just holding it.
I'm not going to smoke it.

I know smoking is bad
for pregnant women.

Let's wait and see
what the test says.

We'll know for certain
in a few days' time.

I know for certain now.

When I was having Teddy,

I stored up every single
sensation, every symptom,

because I feared
I'd never feel them

and thought
I never would again.

And here we are.

I've seen...

..so many women...

..weeping in clinic...

..women whose bodies
caught them out...

..women who were
too old and too tired

to go through it all again.
And now I'm one of them!

If you were too old,

your body wouldn't allow you
to conceive again.

And what if I'm too tired?

What if the house
isn't big enough,

the car isn't big enough?

What if we aren't big enough?

We will always be big enough.

I promise you that.

And I promise you
I will love it.

I just don't want it.

Six canisters of hot water,

one collapsible bath.

And one wheelchair

for the less mobile patient.

Lead on, Macduff.

It's like the blind
leading the ruddy blind.

It was only
a tiny little wet patch.

Might have just been sweat.

When my waters broke
with Cheryl,

the midwife nearly drowned!

We just need to
keep an eye on it.

And you're to try
to have a little nap.

In my view, a rested mother
is a well mother.

Oh! I've gone a bit dizzy.

Is there anything else
that feels amiss?

It feels like someone's
wound my heart with a key.

It's going really fast.

I won't be a moment.

# Something's coming along...

# Something's coming along for you

# You don't have to knock

# Life is like a clock

# So wind it, wind it, wind it

# There's so much to do

# So it's up to you

# To find it, find it, find it

# You don't have far to go... #

Council bathing service
for Mr E Perrins.

It's Mrs.

Er, there must be a mistake,
then. We only do men.

I don't mind.

Afternoon, Sister.

Any objections to me
having a go at that autoclave?

If you can repair it, you will
be wreathed in laurels.

I don't want to go.
No, I'd prefer to have it here.

St Cuthbert's really is
the best place for you,

Annette. And at least
these signs of early labour

mean they've suddenly
found you a bed.

It's these heart palpitations
that are bothering us all.

It's stopped now.
She says she feels all right.

Yeah, and I haven't leaked
any more of my waters.

You heard Dr Turner, Annette.

This baby needs to be
born in hospital.

Oh, they're going to
have a go at me

at St Cuthbert's.
They were like that

the last time.

They made me feel stupid,

like I was
some great big problem.

Mrs Barkley
is ready for transfer.

Nurse Crane
will travel with her

in the ambulance.

Well, John, Peter and I
are driving

into the studio...

..in the most fantastic car
I think I've ever seen.

It's called FAB 1.

Greetings, guv'nor.
May I be of assistance?

My name is Threapwood.

I'm chairman
of the Board of Health.

I don't suppose
you've got any contacts

in the world
of autoclave parts?

Are you a medical equipment
specialist?

No!

Jack-of-all-trades.

I'll turn my hand
to most things

if it helps the sisters out.

Yeah. Same down
the maternity home.

There's always
a bed that wants fixing,

gas and air
that needs looking at.

I help him.

Clearly.

Nothing wrong with a little bit
of make do and mend, eh?

Even if
the friendly millionaire

does cough up
for most of the extras,

it's a miracle where
those sisters make ends meet.

Are you able to specify
what the "extras" are?

Rent. Furniture.

Even the midwives' wages.
Not to mention this malarkey.

I am not going to give up.

Even millionaires
don't have money to burn.

Upon Sister Julienne's return,
would you be so kind

as to give her my card

and tell her I called
on a visitor inspection?

Oh! Thank you for waiting,
and of course

for travelling with
Mrs Barkley.

It's a very delicate situation.
I'm just glad she derived

some comfort from my presence.

And as her cardiologist,
I'm not going to be the one

who takes that comfort away.

Her labour seems
to have slowed to a stop,

but the obstetrician is going
to augment it by artificially

rupturing her forewaters
in the morning.

It's been decided, has it?
From his point of view,

the birth itself should be
relatively normal,

as long as they use forceps

or the ventouse machine
in second stage.

I suppose the concern is

she mustn't strain too much
when pushing.

Exactly. So...

..it's going to be
a very busy delivery room.

So often, what's happening in a
woman's body drives a marriage,

a household, even a family.

Most men have no idea
how much their wives

have to put up with.

Menstruation springs to mind.

Painful, debilitating...

..and inconvenient.

But it's a brave woman
who'd use it as an excuse

for not having your tea
on the table.

Nevertheless,
the most unwelcome event

in a home is almost certainly

an unplanned pregnancy.

And this day and age,

there's no excuse for it.

Is there, Doctor?
No.

Sorry, Sister,

Dr Turner.

There was nobody
to mind me youngest,

but I didn't want
to miss the talk.

Oh, that's all right.
Just take a seat.

So...

..contraception
has come on

in leaps and bounds
in recent years.

And while the pill
may not be suitable

for every woman,

there are alternatives -

alternatives that we as men
can take responsibility for.

Condom. Sheath.

Durex.

Johnny.

French letter.

All different ways
of saying the same thing.

If we could have
the next page, please,

Sister Veronica. Now, this

is the first really viable
alternative to the sheath,

which I hope will be
licensed very soon.

It's basically
a simple operation

in which the tubes that carry
the man's sperm, or seed,

from the testicles
are severed.

Believe me,
it is a minor procedure,

and perfect for a couple

who've decided that
their family is complete.

Bit late for some of us!

You've got to sleep, Spencer.

Nobody's mind works properly

when they've been up
for 24 hours straight.

I've been finding that out
ever since I had madam.

She don't need sleep.

It's all part of her power.

They told me.

No, no. No. Listen to me,
Spencer, not them.

She sleeps like...an angel.

Like a baby.

I can always get her off.

That's how I know
I'm going to be a good mum.

I bet I can get you off, too,
if you'll let me.

Well, at least I got through
to the man himself.

He's been on holiday.

Mild interest,

especially as "new research
suggests high rates

"of mental illness amongst
young West Indian men".

But has Dr Billinge given
Spencer an appointment?

I have his mother in reception
in a state of acute distress.

He can make a domiciliary visit
next week.

It's a start.

I'll speak to Mrs Wray and I'll
arrange for more sedatives.

So, how's our patient
ticking over?

Contractions every
five minutes. No analgesia

required thus far.

Very well. Prepare for transfer
to the delivery room.

Pastor Robinson! Please.

Erm...I need you
to, erm, come to my home.

I need you to pray
over my son. Please.

He's getting worse,
and the psychiatrist will not

see him until next week.

I have an hour between meetings
later on. I will go then.

Are you sure

we need two cans of hot water
for just one client?

This one hasn't had a bath
since 1965.

Mrs Terrence says
we might need Brillo pads.

Is it going to be like forceps?

I had forceps with Cheryl.

The ventouse
is gentler on baby.

The little one's head is
in just the right position.

I don't even think
I can breathe any more.

Yes, you can.

My old dad used to work
in a tanner's yard.

He used to smell
better than I do now.

He'd scrub himself all over
when he got home.

In that sink over there.

All right.

There you go.

Oh, he was always clean.

I think he wanted me
to be like him...

..but I could never manage it.

I'm not much like
my father, either.

Spencer?

I came here
at your mother's invitation,

and I think my presence
is making her feel better.

I'd like to stay...

..if you will allow me to.

Sometimes people speak
with forked tongues.

And sometimes they don't.

It sounds different.

It hisses.

Like... Like poison.

Like instruction.

Like that.

Only...I know
what to do with her.

I'll get a certificate.

I-I know what the poison is.

Spencer...

..the baby is in her own home
with her family,

with people who love her.

She is safe.

No. No!

We're the ones
who are in danger.

The baby's the demon.

I can't go on any more.

You're doing well.

Don't I have to push?
No need, lass.

The whole point is

that you strain yourself
as little as possible.

One more.

Hey presto!

A son.

Spencer! You've got to let me
pick the baby up.

No. I'll stand in the way.
I'll stand guard.

I'm the lifeguard.
I'm the only one who knows!

No!
Spencer, if the baby

is a demon,
I have the Bible in my hand.

Is something wrong?
It's like ruddy Bedlam!

Get out!

He's got the baby!
Go. Go. Telephone the police.

Spencer!

Not everything is
as it seems, huh?

I'm not asking you
to believe me,

just to trust me.
Don't ask me.

Don't ask me! Don't ask!

You can't ask anything!

They command me.

She's a demon.

And God sent you.
Maybe that's a good thing.

Maybe you need protection.

Maybe there are words I can say
that can drown out the voices

that are telling you
to do these things.

Only water can drown.
Water could drown her!

When thou passeth through
waters, I will be with thee.

And through rivers...

..they shall not...

Here! Take her!

Get out!

Don't let him out.

Timothy!

Sorry, Pastor, sorry! Sorry.

Get out!

Give me the scissors.

It's all right, Cyril.
It's all right.

He missed
all the major blood vessels.

Doesn't look like it.
My jacket's ruined.

If they'd hit an artery,
the walls would be ruined.

Through there. There's
a mentally disturbed man,

and I think he might have
a knife.

Don't hurt him.

Don't hurt him, yeah?
He's a sick man.

A short, persuasive exchange
with the nursery sister...

..and here we have
one Master Barkley.

All present and correct.

Also...

Hello!

..one husband.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm all right.

They said I got away with it.

I might not next time.

Love.

There will be no next time.

Dr Turner!
Mrs Wray!

You have to help him.
You have to tell them!

Tell who?
Them!

What?
Them!

Stop! Stop!

He needs to be restrained

so that I can sedate him.

And I don't care
what his offence was -

assault, wounding or murder -

he is not fit to go
before the magistrates.

He's screaming
at people we can't see!

Hearing voices?

- Yes, Doc.
- Help me!

- I think I know what this is.
- Help me!

Florence!

Don't make me go home!

Don't let me abandon him!

We're not going to abandon him.

Here.

I keep seeing the blood.

And...

..knowing that
there's going to be more blood

if he gets the scissors again.

I can't bear to think about it.

I never could bear to think
of you being in trouble,

or danger.

Did you think it would
get easier when I grew up?

Yes.

Maybe children never grow up
to their mothers...

..no matter how many
she rears.

I've had to sign committal
papers for Spencer Wray.

He's being moved
in the morning,

probably to the Linchmere.

The duty psychiatrist said
it's probably schizophrenia.

I'm not going to tell you
what I said to him.

You might feel better
if you did, Dad.

I said...

..the next time
I spend three days

begging for a psychiatric
appointment for a patient...

..I hope I don't end up
pinning him to the floor

of a cell in my capacity
as police surgeon.

Your father's here, Mr Aylward.

I was hoping to see
the little fella.

The nanny says he's gone
to nursery school.

He goes three mornings
a week now.

And I thought you might like to
take me to work with you again.

There's a possibility
of shedding some of those...

..tenement blocks -
Azores Gardens,

and that other one that
you're so inexplicably fond of.

Lisbon Buildings.

I'm not fond of it
so much as appalled by it.

And if I spent money on it,
it's because I was ashamed.

I'm going to sell the whole
bally hovel from under them.

What sense does that make?

Financial.

And what are you doing
in a grocer's overcoat?

It's not a grocer's overcoat.
It is a council overall,

because I am working

for the council.
What?

I'm doing hard graft...

..in the course of which
I'm learning...

..humility...

..endurance...

..and what it is like to be
completely dependent

upon the kindness of others.

Sometimes life means
more than investing just...

..money.

Nonnatus House.
Midwife speaking.

May I speak to
Nurse Franklin, please?

Sir Brigham?

Is something wrong?
Me, probably.

As usual.

Oh! Welcome home, Cyril.

I'm so glad they discharged you
so quickly.

I don't think anyone gets
properly better in a hospital.

Anyway, I found you a hot-water
bottle and two extra pillows.

Thank you, Violet.

I think I just need
to sit down for a minute...

..get my bearings back.

I wish Lucille was here.

Pops?

Oh, dear.
You do look dismal.

I feel dismal.
Rotten indigestion.

I think some milk of magnesia's
in order.

And then we're going to
sit down and have a chat.

Ah, you're as bad
as bloody Lavinia!

She's always
trying to play nurse.

I don't play nurse, Pops.

I am nurse.

And I expect you
to do as I say!

Ah, Sister. Sorry to
have kept you waiting.

Take a seat.
Thank you.

Thank you for sparing me
the time.

I called you in today

because I thought it was time
to refresh our understanding

of the Order's position.

Our position in Poplar.

We encourage the name
Tower Hamlets

since the inception of the GLC.

Of course.

But we cover much the same area
as we always have.

And with a great deal
of autonomy.

Possibly too much.

I hate having words
with Matthew.

He hates having words with you.

So why do we do it?

Because he wants you
to be proud of him.

And you want him
to respect you.

And somehow...

..neither of you are able
to do either of those things,

or, at least, you can do them,
but you can't show them.

I've never been one
for a lot of demonstration.

Habit I got into
in the trenches.

Men got into a lot of habits
in the trenches...

..my own father included.

It's all better not discussed.

But, Pops, when did
not discussing war

turn into not discussing love?

When we realised there are
better things to talk about!

Such as?
Business.

That never gets boring.

Actually, it does.

Moving money around, juggling
properties and investments

has never interested Matthew
for a moment.

He gave up his career
as a barrister

simply because
he wanted to support you.

And I'm grateful.

It means a lot to me.
And to his mother.

Tell him!

You tell him. He won't believe me.

Pops, have you still got
that pain in your chest?

Off to the little boys' room.

Tell him...he's a good chap.

I would have been more...

..more like him if I hadn't
had to make money...

..if I'd had more time.

Nonnatus House
is financially inefficient,

and too dependent

on the resources
of the Turner practice,

which we also have
in our sights.

You both use dangerous

unskilled labour for maintenance.

Finally - and I shudder to think

how things have come to
such a pass in the modern age -

you are currently
only operational

because of private charity.

Charity is another word
for love.

All too often, I've had to
trust in God and say,

"Let us see what love can do."

It is 1968.

Love is no longer
a legitimate currency.

No, I disagree.
Hear me out.

At a time to be decided
by the Board of Health,

Nonnatus House will lose its
agency status and its autonomy.

Every member of your staff,
including you,

will be in the direct employment

of the health service,
who can close you down

as and when
it deems appropriate.

No! No!

Pops!

Pops!

Sir Brigham, say something!

Good afternoon, operator.

Yes, of course.

Cyril!

The international operator

is about to connect
a call for you.

No. How has this happened?

It's a surprise.

We booked a line to Jamaica,
to Lucille,

to cheer you up.
Come on, hurry. It's ringing.

Hello?

Hello, Celine? It's Cyril,
calling from England.

I'm good. Yes.

Please may I speak with Lucille?

She's at work?

How can she be at work?

Possibly an embolism.

I would have moved
heaven and earth to save him,

if I could.

So would I.

Thank you for loving him.

You made it look so easy.

And thank you for finding me
and telling me.

That must have been so hard.

Thank you
for calling my mother.

You need to go home.

You need to be with her, Matthew.

Oh, there's so much to do.

The funeral.

The business.

The bloody business!

Just let me stay
a few minutes more.

Her sister said

she took a job
at the town hospital

so she could pay her way
at her parents' home.

Then she was offered a sister's
position on the maternity ward.

And she...she never told you?

She never mentioned it
in any of her letters?

And now her sister says

she's agreed to stay on
for six months!

Maybe there was more wrong than
I knew in the marriage...in us.

You've only been married
for 18 months.

And what if Lucille was unhappy
for all that time?

She was happy
on her wedding day.

Violet made her dress.

Reggie, don't interrupt.

Cyril, lots of couples endure
quite long separations

for all sorts of reasons,
and sometimes

love is strengthened
by absence.

And sometimes
the opposite happens.

I couldn't sleep.

The result of the test
will come in today.

It's...going to be negative.

Or if it was positive
when I did the sample,

it would be negative today.

My monthly has arrived...

..very late,
and a little heavy.

It might even mean
that my menopause is starting.

But no baby?

No baby.

Am I allowed to be happy?

Of course.

Am I allowed to be sad?

Everything is
just as it ought to be...

..because we have everything
a family could want.

Someone said to me

that schizophrenia means
a split personality,

like he's two people.

Well, Spencer's never
been like two people.

He's him!

He's sick, but he's still him.

Of course he is. The best way
to describe the illness

is a state where
all thoughts, feelings

and understanding
are broken into pieces

and cannot be made to connect
in the usual way.

How much is he suffering?

Florence...he's in agony.

That's why he's in hospital.

The most important thing
to remember,

Jill, is that the welfare state

will be with you
every step of the way.

What are the welfare office
going to do for Spencer?

It might be
some considerable time

before he's discharged.
In the meantime,

you may need to
prepare yourself for a life

alone with Mylene.

Excuse me, Sister.

Sorry to butt in...

..but why are you pushing Jill
towards a life on her own

as a single mother?

Because we can support her.

Florence supports me.

And I support her.
My mum dumped me

for going with someone
with a different colour skin.

And Florence could have done
the same with Spencer,

but she didn't.

We are sticking together,

no matter
what the future brings.

Good for you.

You mean it, Jill?

Even though our road
is going to be hard?

Of course I mean it!

The mother endures

because a mother loves.

The cord that binds her

to her child
is never fully severed,

even when it is torn,
and bleeds.

The battle is not chosen,
but it must be embraced,

as baby is embraced.

The mother fights on
in the hope of peace to come.

There will always be
presents to open

and blessings to count.

A mother's heart is strong.

There will always be a place
where love can find a voice,

even in silence.

Everybody has a mother
somewhere.

It is no matter if they can't
be touched or seen,

because we are all
bound to each other.

Our stories interweave.

Our sorrows unite us.

Our joys flower hand in hand,

past, present and future.

We cherish. We share.

We survive.

How many weeks pregnant
are you, sweetie? Dunno.

We ain't told no-one.

I don't want to marry Nigel!
He was my first boyfriend,

and he'd better not be my last!

Jesus, you're disgusting!
Mrs O'Dwyer...

Dr Turner and the health visitor
are running a clinic.

It's a council thing
for kids that work.

This is a most promising start!

Please enter.

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