All language subtitles for Call the Midwife - S12E06 (2012) WEB.eng

A new beginning
is a welcome thing -

a new week, a new job,
a new term at school.

Each brings the thrill of
a clean slate, a shining start.

Donny's off sick, so you've got
extra.

I'll pay you a bit more.

Ta very much, Mr Buckle.

The heart leaps up at
the chance to try again,

to do our best, to sow the
seed of something that will grow.

Autumn is when we plant
the promises of spring -

unsullied, pure, and perfect.

I should have received this over
an hour ago.

Sorry, Missus. Donny's off sick.

I live within yards and there
is no excuse to be late.

And it's Miss.

I'll get out. Be quicker on foot.

I'll be glad when you don't have
to pack a suitcase to come see me.

And I can wake up next to you
every morning.

Oh, Matthew, it was so lovely
to get away.

It did you the power of good.

You do rather excel at taking my
mind off things, Nurse Franklin.

Oh. Good morning, Nurse Franklin.

Morning. I'm so sorry.

There were hold-ups at Westminster
and Poplar...

You're first midwife on call.

Now, did you and Mr Aylward enjoy
your weekend away?

We did. He desperately needed
a break after the funeral.

He's so concerned about his mother,
he never thinks of himself.

How is Lady Aylward?

Taking each day as it comes.

That's all you can do -
take each day as it comes.

I came to bid good morning.

Morning, Sister. Must change.
Sorry.

You want us to arrange medicals
for child workers?

The administration for it alone
could take hours.

In the last week I have seen
children skivvy in kitchens,

work in factories
and the markets.

The conditions are atrocious,
some as bad as Hong Kong.

Someone needs to look out for them.

I agree in principle, but...

It's one evening clinic with routine
medical checks. That's all.

It could reach the vulnerable.

But one evening clinic only. The
diary is full of prior commitments.

Excellent. When?

Well, you're available at the end
of this week, Dr Turner.

Thursday evening?

Thursday evening. Perfect.

Heather O'Dwyer?

She doesn't appear to be in our
records. Take some deep breaths.

Where is she now?

Go back to her and I'll be
as quick as I can.

Midwife coming through.

Thank goodness you're here.

She says the pain won't stop and
there's water all over the floor.

Hello, Heather. I'm Nurse Franklin.
I'm a midwife.

How often are you getting the pains?

All the time.

How many weeks pregnant are you,
sweetie?

I don't know. I ain't told no one.

Right, Heather.

I need you to lie on the sofa
so that I can feel your tummy

to see
which way Baby's lying.

Good. Baby's in the right position.

I'm going to listen to Baby's
heart now.

Lovely and strong.

Breathe through it. That's it.

A nice big breath.
Good girl, Heather.

I'll need to examine you down below

because your baby will come out
through your undercarriage.

When I check down there, I'll have
a good idea how soon that will be.

Can you collect as many clean
towels, sheets and newspapers

as you can?

The towels won't get ruined, will
they? My mother wouldn't like that.

Do what she says, Nigel.

So, is there any chance you would
swap with me?

I know it's your evening surgery
on Thursday.

I can't change the day
or the time, I'm afraid.

It's important that my constituents
are able to speak to me.

But these are your constituents.
And it's a council initiative...

How about the slot after me?

Now, the Spanish dancing teacher's
away on holiday.

Ah, Spain?

Skegness. Not so keen on the heat.

And I'll make sure that Mr Buckle
signs up with his paper boys.

Paper boys?

You're doing so well, sweetie.

I've brought some water.
Nigel, is that it?

Oh, my goodness. She's not...
You never said she was pregnant.

We haven't told anyone, Mum.

And she's having it now?
On my new rug?

Do her parents know?

No. And you're not to tell 'em.

Gonna be hard hiding a baby.

Could you get plenty of warm water
for me please, Mrs, uh...

Jones.

For goodness sake, go and get some
more towels and keep out the way.

The next time you have
a contraction,

I want you to push with
all your might, Heather.

No screaming. Save all your energy
for pushing Baby out.

No... I can't do it. It's too hard.

It won't come out.

You're doing it.
No... No.

You're nearly there. Keep pushing.
Keep pushing. Good girl.

Keep pushing.

That's it. Well done. Head's out.

One more push with your next
contraction for Baby's shoulders

and he'll be here.

Come on, sweetie.
You're nearly there.

You have a beautiful baby daughter.

She's perfect.

They arrive at 5.30,
finish by seven.

Enough time to get some shut eye
before school.

And I pay extra for Sundays
because the bag's heavier.

How heavy?

I hope you're not implying
I don't look after them.

All my boys get a scarf
in winter. And a hat.

Of course, she's not implying that.

It's a council scheme and I want you
setting a good example, Fred Buckle.

Hello.

Where is your proprietrix?

Oh, let me help you. Good boy.

See, that didn't hurt, did it?

Unbooked mother and healthy newborn.

Could you run a nice warm bath,
Nurse Crane?

I'll give this one a bottle.

Is mother not feeding Baby?

Not at the moment. Maybe later.

I'll bring you a cup of tea, two
sugars and get that bath running.

Can I leave this here, Mr Buckle?

What is it?

It's to help me be quicker.

I hate to say this. I've had
a complaint about you today.

Late with the papers.
Joey, lad, what's going on?

I was a bit tired, Mr Buckle.
I'm sorry. Don't sack me.

I need this job. I'll be faster
with my pram.

Oi, oi, oi, oi. No one's talking
about sacking you.

You're one of my best boys.
Now, wait there.

Dr Turner and the health visitor
are running a clinic.

It's a council thing for kids
that work.

What's it about?

It's a sort of health MOT, check you
over, make sure you're alright,

make sure
you're not being mistreated.

You want me to lie?
Oi.

Now, Thursday, Clinic, Florrie.

Ah, yes, I see the tear.
It's very small.

Doesn't need stitches.

Good. That can be quite
uncomfortable.

I can't stop crying. I don't know
what's going on with me.

When was your last period?

It'll give us an idea if Baby's
early or just small.

I don't know. I only started
last year.

How old are you, lass?

15.

And your parents don't know?

We should contact them.

They're away till 1 September.

Oh, it's the second today, sweetie.

Bloody hell. Don't call them.
You can't let them know.

You gotta keep it, what's it?
Confidential.

I'm sorry, Heather you're 15.
I must tell them.

Thank you for coming, Mrs Buckle.

I've had my stitches out and
the nurse said I'm healing well.

With my holiday and sick leave,
I have two weeks off.

Lucille and I agreed it was
the right use of our savings

for me to
get a ticket to Jamaica.

When are you going?

Tomorrow morning.

Nurse Crane is kindly taking me to
the airport.

I can't think of anything better
than for you to get some sun,

and be with the person you love.

And for you two to sort out
any problems.

A baby? She's still a child herself.

How did we not know?

Teenage pregnancies can often be
very well hidden.

Heather was scared, anxious
of you knowing.

What did she have, Doctor?

A girl, and she is perfect -
a little small, but she's thriving.

What will happen to her?

Ultimately, it will depend on you.

Heather's a minor and we will still
need to speak to Social Services.

I know it's a big shock for you
both, but Heather is still a child.

She needs your support.

Martin. Trevor.

Look at the state of your ears.

Come in the kitchen.
You're gonna be late for school.

I told 'em to wash, but they
wouldn't listen.

Had a bad night.

Martin.
Your neck's filthy an' all.

Go get the coats. Trevor.

You both wash yourselves
tomorrow, yeah?

Yeah.

I'll clear up that skin, Dad.

I'll change your sheets after taking
the boys to school.

Ay, ay, ay. You're a good boy,
you know that?

God will let me straight into
Heaven.

Did you read this, Dad? Mr Buckle
gave it me yesterday.

Empty that out for us, would you?

Don't reckon I'll have time to go.
Some nosy council scheme.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Come on, go, go...

Is that Heather O'Dwyer's baby?

Are you her parents?

Would you like to come in?

She's such a tiny little thing.

She's five pound five.
She's doing very well.

Some clothes for Heather and
the baby. Is she feeding her?

We're giving her a bottle.
Heather wasn't up to feeding Baby.

So, she's not named her?

Not yet, no.

Well, you've done it now. A baby,
Heather? What were you thinking?

Did your brother know?
He was meant keep an eye on you.

No, Dad. I hid it every time Shaun
came round.

I wasn't showing. Not much.

Who else knows about this?

Nigel. His mum only found out
when I had it.

Well, you're getting married
the moment you're 16.

Course it can't be in a church now.
The shame of it.

I don't want to marry Nigel.

I don't love him.
He was my first boyfriend.

He better not be my last.

Sweet Jesus, you're disgusting.

Mrs O'Dwyer, these questions
can wait. Back to bed, Heather.

Rest.

What did you think would happen
when you had the baby, Heather?

I don't know.

I thought I could give her away
without you knowing.

Give away your own flesh and blood
like she's nothing?

I wanted her to have a better life.

Oh, better than yours?
You ungrateful...

That's enough. Please leave.
Heather needs her rest.

I'm not giving her up
'cause I don't care.

I can't care...because she'll be
going...off with a new family.

That isn't really your decision,
sweetie.

What do you mean? I had her.

You're a minor. It's your parents'
and Social Services' decision.

Would you like to see her?

I cannot lie. My heart always
falls a little at sliced spam.

Colette loves it. She tried spam
fritters last week.

It's a first for me as well.

But, um, always try something once.

Thank you.

Gratitude should wait until after
partaking.

Sorry I'm late. Just dropped Cyril
off at Heathrow.

I hope he finds the trip beneficial.

And we see them both very soon.

And how are your wedding
preparations coming along?

We've found a lovely little church
in Chelsea.

We're still firming up the dates.
It will be November.

Gosh, two months. Time is ticking.

The bells are provisionally booked,
but I still need to

work out the music, the hymns, the,
the readings, the order of service.

There's so much.

I have every confidence that you
will have it all under control.

You overestimate my capabilities.

Ah, now, I've never seen anyone
so organised about anything.

Have your bridesmaids confirmed?

Yes. Cousin Polly's twins. They're
blonde, six, and look like me.

It will give a wonderful symmetry
to the wedding photos.

I just need to do their fittings.

Gosh, lass, you're cutting it
a bit fine.

I'm seeing them soon.

Dogs are not sanctioned within.

I am not the legislator.

Your temperature's rather high.
How are you feeling?

Hot and bored and that baby
won't stop crying.

It's giving me a headache.

Yes, well, I'm afraid
that's what babies do.

There's rather an odour.

When was the last time you
changed your pad?

When I woke up.

You must change it every few hours.

I think you have an infection.
I'll fetch Dr Turner.

Looks like you have visitors.

Keep it brief, please. I'd like
Dr Turner to see her shortly.

Heather? Hello. I'm Miss Scriven,
Child Welfare Officer.

What are you here for?

She's here to work out
what we do with you.

You're coming home with the baby.
Deal with your mistake.

I want to work out how to support
Heather. That's slightly different.

But you'll tell her there's no more
of her shenanigans and carrying on.

You know, I can hear what you're
saying. I am here.

Heather, we haven't finished yet.

Oh, I need to go and change.

Oh, this is a most promising start.
Please, enter...

I talked to the chemist.
He said to give this a go.

Thought we could try it on
your back.

They'll say anything to get
your money.

You've got to give it a try, Dad.
Maybe it'll work this time.

There.

You should speak to the doctor.

Stan knocked for you earlier.

He said he hadn't seen you
all summer.

I've been busy, ain't I?

You shouldn't be too busy for
your mates. Gotta make time.

Like this clinic thing.
You need to go.

No, Dad. I'm tired.

Exactly. You're always tired.
You can tell 'em that.

I don't want you ending up
like me, son.

And I don't want them coming round
here, poking their noses in.

We can't keep Miss Scriven waiting
any longer.

I'm afraid Heather's gone.

What do you mean? Gone where?

We don't know. But she's not here
in the building.

What about the baby?

The baby's still in the nursery.

Can you go home in case
she turns up.

I don't think she'll have gone far.

See what a problem she is?

Jane Fellows.

Now, Eddy, if you could remove
your jumper

before you go on the scales...

Did you get this whilst you were
working at the fish market?

I didn't stack the fish fast enough.
My boss got cross.

Your boss?
It doesn't hurt now, though.

Oh, it shouldn't have hurt at all.
You shouldn't have been hit.

I'll need to get the doctor
to take a look.

How long have you had this, Barry?

About a month. Started halfway
through the holidays.

Can you stand on the scales for me?

You are very underweight.
How often do you eat?

I always try and eat once a day.

I will give you a prescription
to clear the rash.

Sister Veronica can tell you about
free school dinners.

Dr Turner, do you have a moment?

I've not seen her since you left.
I came to visit, but she was asleep.

We left a present for the baby.
How is she?

Do the parents know yet?

The baby's doing well. Her parents
have been informed.

If you'll excuse me,
I need to find Heather.

Thank you very much. Thank you.
Oh, you're very welcome.

I've found impetigo, worms, nits,

mistreatment, malnutrition...
The list goes on.

They're being exploited. Cheap
labour in appalling conditions.

This shouldn't be happening
in the welfare state.

Thank you, Sister,
for suggesting it.

You can live with me and mum.
You and the baby.

I can't afford a place of my own
just yet.

But I want to do the right thing.

I don't want to marry you, Nigel.

Or any of it. I didn't mean
to have a baby.

Then what do you want?
It's obviously not me.

Keep thinking about how tiny
she was, her little face.

Who does she look like?
Hope it's not me.

I don't know. I ain't seen her.

Why not?
She's not sick, is she?

No. I... I... I just haven't
felt like it.

You ain't seen your own kid?
Don't you love her at least?

Mum said you were a tart.

So?

What did your mum and dad say?

I don't give a crap
what anyone else thinks.

Heather, carry on like this
and you'll have no one.

I'm Joey Fletcher.

Joseph.

Late again. Rather a habit.

If you could wait a few moments...

How are you feeling?
Your breathing's a little fast.

Tired. It's all them early starts.

You have swollen glands, and these
bruises as well. I'm concerned.

You're underweight.

You're not gonna tell Mr Buckle,
are you? I need that job.

The Truancy Officer told me your
school attendance could be better.

Yeah. I do well, though. Ask them.

I did. They said you were
grammar school material.

With them poshos?
No, thanks.

I went to grammar school,
and it was far from posh.

I will take some blood samples

and then we can work out
how to get you better.

I've told her parents
if there's no sign of her,

we'll have to inform the police.

Poor girl.

I'm sorry.

Thank goodness you came back.
Running never solves anything.

Hello again. You are still
prohibited from entering.

But you were sent at a time
of loneliness,

and we must accept
what we are sent.

Come inside. I have a name for you
that works most advantageously.

Nothing. Good boy.

Joey's medical records say he lives
with his parents and two brothers.

His father saw us once about
a skin condition two years ago.

I should pay a tactful home visit.

Whilst you wait for the results
of the blood tests?

Agreed. I'll also write directly
to the council about this scheme.

It should run at the start
of every school term.

It's been eye-opening.

Going by the tenderness of
your uterus and your temperature,

you've got a puerperal infection.

Will I be alright?

You will after some antibiotics.
They'll treat the infection.

You should feel much better
very soon.

Meantime, we'll move you to
your own room.

I'm nothing but a big mistake.

No. No, you're not.

You're not very well, which
makes life feel impossible.

In a few days time, you'll feel
different, I promise. Trust me.

When I'm better, can I see my baby?

Who is it?

Sister Veronica, health visitor.
The door was open.

I did knock.

I've come about Joey.

We saw him last night at a clinic
for working children.

Where's Mrs Fletcher?

She left. Year and a half ago.

What did you want to say about Joey?

He isn't well. We don't know why.

The doctor did some blood tests.

I presume Joey has been carrying
the burden since your wife left.

I do what I can.
I don't like to go out.

We're fine. We can cope.

Joey shouldn't be coping alone.
There are agencies which can help.

Social Services? No, thanks.
They split families apart.

Not always.

I grew up in a home 'cause
they said my mum couldn't cope.

Don't you try and tell me
what it's like. No. No, thanks.

You've said what you had to say.
Get out.

Can I hold her?

Of course you can.
You're her mother.

Is she angry with me?
I haven't seen her.

She's just happy to be with you.
She'll know your voice.

She heard it every day.

Mr Fletcher's skin condition is
very bad. I suspect psoriasis.

Joey's doing everything -
looking after his brothers,

cooking, cleaning and
financially supporting the family.

The more I hear, the worse it gets.

Dr Turner, Joey Fletcher's
results are in.

The hospital insist on
speaking to you.

Dr Turner?

Joey, are you alright?

Mum.

Joey? What's happened?

I'm alright. Sorry.

Let's get you to Dr Turner, quick.
Can you stand?

Right. I'll carry you, then.

I'll call. I'll say that you're
on your way.

Sister, could Colette talk to you
later? She has a special request.

As long as she knocks first.

Oh, Sister, are you alright?

Oh, it's nothing, nothing.
Don't let me stop you from leaving.

What was that?

It was nothing.

Yeah. Yeah.

See? A most advantageous name.

And again, big breath in.

And out...

I've had your blood tests back.
You are very poorly and anaemic.

There aren't enough red blood cells
to carry round your oxygen.

And that's why you're so tired. I'm
sending you to hospital immediately.

No. I gotta go home.
My mum will worry.

Sister Veronica visited your home.
We know your mum isn't there.

We know you're looking after
everyone.

If I go to hospital,
what will happen to them?

You can't make me.

Hey, hey, hey. Joey lad,
listen to the doctor.

He's helping ya.

You have no choice in the matter.

I'm afraid you're far too ill
to go home.

I'll talk to your father.

Nurse Franklin, thank you
for coming.

I thought it'd be easier to
talk here.

How are Heather and Baby?

Heather's infection
is well under control.

Baby's thriving,
and for the first time today,

Heather spent half an hour
with the baby.

That sounds much more promising.

Has she named her yet?
No.

But there's real affection.

Nurse Franklin,

I've just explained that the council
proposes Heather is placed under

a supervision order to return home
with our support, help and guidance.

When will this happen?

It'll go to juvenile court
in the next fortnight.

Heather's going to court?
What about what she wants?

What if she doesn't want
to return home?

The baby will come here. Heather
will go elsewhere, under our care.

Does Heather have a say
in any of this?

I will act in her best interests.

Why can't he have the tests here?

Because Joey is seriously unwell.

When I examined him, he had
an enlarged liver and spleen.

That's far from normal and that's
why I had to send him to hospital.

So, what is it?

I wouldn't want to say until
we have the facts.

But it's bad?

Joey can no longer help you.
Is there anyone else who can?

Then it has to be you.

How? Look at me. Look at my face.

Mr Fletcher,
you have no other choice.

Joey is sick and he's worked himself
into the ground to support you.

Come to my surgery tomorrow and
we can discuss your treatment.

I brought you these.
How're you doing?

Never laid in anything so clean.

You'll be able to rest.
No early morning starts for you.

Why do they need to do a bone marrow
test on me tomorrow?

They probably just want to rule
things out.

It'll be nothing to worry about.

Enter, if you must.

Go on, Colette.

Sister, my teacher asked us to paint
a portrait of someone inspis...

Inspirational. She picked you.

I am not inspirational. I am merely
God's servant doing his bidding.

But I am happy to agree.

Oh, thank you.
Right, I'll go get your things.

His name is Nothing,
so we need not lie.

He is all alone.

Can I stroke him?

This is your only real option
right now.

You'll still be with your baby.

Miss Scriven will help and support
you and so will your parents.

Mum will love telling everyone
what a bad person I am.

You know they never wanted
any more children.

Mum said I was a drink too many
at a party. A mistake.

That's my family nickname -
'Mistake'.

Oh, Heather. That's not what
you are, at all.

It's imperative you try to make this
work with your parents, sweetie.

They could be your baby's guardians.

If it doesn't...you two may be
separated.

But she's my daughter.

And I know her name now.
It's Keeley.

How's the portrait coming along?

There is nothing we enjoy more.

I wondered if we might give thought
to Nurse Franklin's wedding.

Hmm. You were wondering about
readings.

I have a wonderfully apt list.

I've marked the ones of note.

And I could help you find some
hymns.

We could listen to them together.
There's such a variety.

Ooh, and you can have other music,
too.

You could have a jazz quartet.

Ooh, yes. I do like a live band.

Something less traditional, too.

Sister Monica Joan, I believe you
had some thoughts.

No. I have Nothing on my mind.

That's the anaesthetic.
Should take the sting off a bit.

Now, you'll need to be a very brave
young man for me.

Well done, Joey. And we'll start
aspirating now.

Well done.

You can put your top back on.

Now, have you heard of
psoriasis before?

It's an issue with
your immune system.

Your body makes too many skin cells.

And the process of new skin
turning into old skin and shedding

happens at an accelerated rate.

That's why it keeps flaking off.

Exactly. Was there something which
happened before it started?

My wife said she was gonna leave me.

Left a few months later.

I mean, how can you love someone
who looks like this, eh?

We can't cure it, but there's a lot
we can do to relieve your symptoms.

I'm trying to paint your face,
Sister Monica Joan.

I'm sorry, I keep forgetting.

"Be still and know that I am God."

Less than a week back at school
and they all have nits.

That must be a record.

Children, you can all go upstairs,
and don't touch your hair.

Go on.

That's it.

That was Dr Gallagher, Joey's
consultant. He has leukaemia.

Oh, Patrick, that young boy.
Can it be treated?

Dr Gallagher's worked on
a new program

for other young people with it.

He found that the chemotherapy
induced remission in some cases.

So there is hope for him?

It shows some early promise
at least.

But, Shelagh, the side effects
are brutal.

Does Joey know?

Only his parents will be told.

I'm going to be starting you
on a series of treatments.

You'll be staying here,
in the hospital.

What have I got, Doctor?

No need to worry about that now.

Let's concentrate on getting you
better. You'll be on a drip.

Is it cancer? Nan had that.
What'll Dad do if I'm here?

He can't cope.

He's started treatment and
I've talked to your mother.

She's coming back for a while

to look after Martin and Trevor
and to see you.

Mum's coming back?

Here?

These new ointments work alongside
these new tablets.

The doctor sounded pleased and said
your skin was responding well.

That's her.

Shall I let her in?

Your mum's back.

I've missed you.

You two go play outside, yeah?

Cancer? He's only young.
How long had he been poorly, Gerard?

I don't know.

You must've noticed something.
I don't know. Joey's always tired.

But he's up early
for his paper round.

It's cancer, Gerard. You should
have taken him to see the doctor.

Well, maybe if you'd been here,
you could've done that.

But you walked out. You left us.

Will you please stop?

Joey has a long road of treatment
ahead of him

and that's what you
need to concentrate on.

He's really not well, Pam.

Our poor boy.

Please don't tell me it's more bad
news about the wedding.

Trixie, I'm so sorry.

The deadline for the printing of
the order of service is tomorrow.

It just slipped my mind.

Goodness, I've still not decided.

What was your bad news?

Cousin Polly and her girls were due
to meet me for their fittings and

they...they didn't show up.

The couturier said that
I've missed the deadline

and he can no longer
make their dresses.

Oh, Trixie.
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry...

Have you spoken to your cousin?
Maybe she got lost.

I can't reach her.
I've tried and tried.

It's not like her at all.

Speak to Mrs Buckle. Some of her
dresses are very hearty couture.

Haute couture? Yes, they are.

Heather consorts
with local undesirables,

several of whom she has engaged
in sexual activity with.

I can't believe she just said that.

She's just laying out the evidence.
Stay calm.

You visited the family home
and spoke to the parents?

On a number of occasions. I also
met with Heather, Your Worship.

And what were your conclusions?

A supervision order is
the only way I can see

that her parents will give her
the care she needs.

There was an...inflexibility and
unwillingness to respond to Heather,

a young girl crying out
for love and affection.

Her parents left her alone
for four weeks.

She had one visit a week
from an older sibling.

Sister?

Nothing.

I told her what she was doing
was wrong, but she wouldn't listen.

You told her a lot. Did you listen?

I did it exactly the same
as the others.

Yes, she was a mistake,
but we gave her what the others had.

Your Worship, I am
Nurse Franklin, Heather's midwife.

You'll have to wait to speak.
No, that's alright. Go on.

Thank you, Your Worship. Heather's
family nickname was 'Mistake'.

Can you imagine how that feels,
day in day out, to be told that?

Did you call the others that, too?

But they weren't.
But I didn't mean it like that.

It-it was just a joke.

It was a mistake, but a happy one.

I've watched Heather's growing
relationship with her daughter.

Her parents don't plan to adopt
Keeley. Heather will be there.

I know there was once a close bond
between father and daughter.

I hope that can be built on,
especially now he's retired.

Thank you, Nurse Franklin.

Well, I think we've heard enough to,
uh, retire and make our decision.

Will the court please stand?

Hey, I've got someone to see
you, son.

Mum... Mum?

I've missed you.
I'm so sorry I haven't been here.

I'm sorry I didn't look after you,
that I let you look after me.

Don't blame yourself, Dad.

We just did what had to be done,
didn't we?

Now you've seen me, are you going?

No, love, no. I've moved back here,
a couple of streets up.

The court may sit.

A two-year supervision order
will be put in place

to support Heather O'Dwyer.

We believe she will suffer harm
without it.

She has not received
the parental care needed.

Now, you will be assigned
a probation officer

to work closely with you.

You must cooperate and you must go
back to school

as soon as your baby is settled.

You're being given another chance,
Heather. Do you understand?

Yes, Your Worship, I do. Thank you.

We're going
to make it work. I give my word.

We both will.

They've said I can go home
for a visit tomorrow.

Must be getting better, eh?

I brought your wages.
I put a bit extra.

Uh, sick pay.

I've decided I want to be a doctor,
Fred,

like Dr Turner, help people
like my dad get better.

Now mum's back, I can go back
to school.

Reckon I can get into the grammar.

Dr Fletcher, what do you think?

Uh, sounds...brilliant, Joey.

Yeah, well, I'm just gonna get
some more water.

Welcome home, love.

Hey. Hey, let me show you to
your room.

Granddad's made it ready for you.

Tea? I got those biscuits you like.

Thanks, Mum.

Nothing? Nothing?

I beg your pardon, Sister?

Nothing.

Where did you spring from?
Here. Give that back.

You've found Nothing.

I've found a dog
and he's pinched my cheese.

Has he eaten it?

The cheese is under the dresser.
I know nothing of this matter.

I must go. I'm having my portrait
finished this afternoon.

Hey. Oy. Ay. Oh.

I don't fancy that cheese now.

These look like a couple of
out-of-date coupons and a circular.

Trixie, are you alright?

Cousin Polly's husband's been
posted to Germany.

She's sorry but her girls can't be
bridesmaids.

She wrote three weeks ago.

Oh, lass...

Oh, I'm so sorry. I know how
important this was to you.

Yes. Yes, it was.

Nancy, would you follow me, please?

Why was the cheese under the
dresser?

I think you better speak to
Sister Monica Joan.

Knock, knock...

I have no bridesmaids.

And I realise that I only want
bridesmaids who I care for deeply.

Will you be mine, Colette?

And will you be my chief bridesmaid,
Nancy?

Oh, I'd love to.
Yes, please.

One should always accept help
when it's offered.

I'd like you to pick my readings
and to read one.

And I'd like for you to pick
my hymns.

I can't do all this alone.

I would be honoured.

But first, I must enquire
about the dog.

What dog?

There's Nothing here.

Then how do you explain...this?

But he can stay with me in my room.

He's been there all week
and you did not know.

I am sorry, but this is
a clinical house.

We simply cannot allow pets.

He's such a comfort to me and I he.

His owners abandoned him.

Or they're looking and can't find
him because he's cooped up here.

They might be desperate. I'll have
to speak to the dog warden.

Then we'll know.

Until then, he must be consigned
to your room only.

I must ensure that you are not
so alone in the future.

I have been remiss.

And me.

You have been busy.

I should never be too busy for you.

Sometimes, the fates decree that
we should start our lives afresh.

We must forgive where we condemned

and seek to mend the things
we shattered.

Nothing may ever be perfect again,

but there is always beauty
somewhere.

Hold it close, breathe it in
in case it cannot stay.

The heart will always find
its place. Some call it home.

Some call it friendship.

Thank you.

If we are lucky,
we can call it love.

And love is a process
of life-long learning,

a lesson in where we belong,

and what defines us, an education
in the things we can never measure,

a page forever fresh
and waiting to be turned.

The photographer just called.

I don't think he's gonna make it.

We've got half of Poplar here in
their Sunday best.

You and I know this place is not fit
to bring a new baby into.

When they tell you you're a
geriatric mother, you take the hint.

I'm afraid you've picked up
something rather nasty. Hepatitis.

Just the latest case
in the district.

You fear the worst?

I think we both know the odds.

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