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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

MATURE JENNY: Flight takes many forms.

It can be an unfurling of feathers, a soaring upward into light

or a departure or running away.

A retreat from pain towards a distant joy

we cannot see for clouds.

(DOOR OPENS)

Flight can be such a very lonely enterprise.

(SINGING) In light inaccessible

Hid from our eyes

Most blessed, most glorious, The ancient of days

Almighty, victorious

Thy great name we praise

Taxi to London airport.

Oh, Christopher.

I would have been perfectly content

walking to the commercial road

and flagging down a black cab.

In those shoes and with this amount of luggage?

My Godmother made it very clear

that if I turn up at her house in Portofino

with anything less than four changes of clothes per day

plus matching accessories,

I'd be letting the side down.

(SIGHS)

And I'm going there for months.

How many months?

I don't know.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

I haven't packed any winter clothes.

The wardrobe's still bulging

with tweed and fur and gloves.

I've even left by my favorite beaded cashmere sweater.

I've no intention of still being on the Italian Riviera

by the time it's cold enough for that.

Trixie, the moment you feel ready to come home,

you are to send me your flight details by telegram,

and I'll be waiting to collect you.

Even if I have to borrow Nurse Crane's snow chains,

and push the car all the way here.

(CHUCKLES)

As a friend.

Yes, absolutely as a friend.

(DOOR OPENS)

(PANTING)

Not so fast, young Beatrice Franklin.

You're not doing us out of the chance to say goodbye.

And in honor of the occasion,

I am saying nothing about the pile of laundry

you've tucked in the corner of our bedroom.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Take care.

- Take care of yourself. - Thank you.

Bye Val.

I'll send you a postcard.

You better.

Drive safely.

Oh, don't do that, Michael.

When's your next appointment?

- What day, is it? - Tuesday.

It will be today then.

Shouldn't they have told you where you gonna have it by now?

Why? There's plenty of time.

Well, let's hope. We haven't even looked for a pram yet.

All right, just stop going on.

Well, there is no harm in asking.

Hospital or home? Let me know what they say.

Be good for your mum.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Oh! A letter personally addressed to you,

- Sister Monica Joan. - Oh! What news is this?

Is that the appointment for your cataract surgery, Sister?

And immediately there fell from his eyes

as it had been scales

and he received sight forthwith.

And remember,

with Nurse Franklin's patients spread amongst us,

it's economic with time,

but thorough with care.

We've been one woman down before,

and we made it through.

Nil desperandum.

Come on, then. (CHUCKLES)

(CAR STARTING)

(HORN BLOWING)

MAN: He's in there. I can hear him.

MAN: Yeah, exactly! That's it! Go in after him!

Don't dare touch him!

Get out! Get him out! That's it!

(SHRIEKS) MAN 2: Got him!

(YELLS)

MAN 2: Get out! Out!

(MEN CLAMORING)

Yeah! Get out!

ADE: (STAMMERS) Stop, please!

Get him off my ship!

ADE: Stop! Please stop! I want to... Please!

(CLAMORING)

(YELLS)

Get him out the port.

(MEN CLAMORING)

I'm looking for my wife. Eunice Dobson.

Dobson...

She said she had an appointment.

Your wife's name is on our books,

but from our records,

it doesn't seem that she comes to clinic.

Unless she's under the care of St. Cuthbert's, Mr. Dobson.

She says she's been coming here for weeks.

It's our second, and she is not far off.

I see.

Maybe with all this sun, she decided to say home.

I'm sure there's some explanation.

Explanation or none,

I'll add her to tomorrow's lists.

PHYLLIS: But what time we'll get to you,

I'm not quite certain.

Then allow me, Nurse Crane.

I'm up that way. I can add her to my morning rounds.

Oh. Thank you, Nurse Anderson.

(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

ADE: I'm looking for the Seaman's Mission.

(STAMMERS) Can you help me?

MAN: I can't help ya.

I'm looking for the Seaman's Mission.

MAN 2: Sorry, son. Get on your way.

Excuse me, I'm looking for the Seaman's Mission.

- Can you help me? MAN 3: No, I don't know it.

ADE: Excuse me, sir, can you help me with...

I'm looking for the Seaman's Mission.

Excuse me, I need help.

Can you help me? I'm looking for the Seaman's Mission.

(MUMBLES)

(KNOCKING)

Over there.

What do you want?

(GRUNTS)

How was the clinic?

What did they say to you this time?

The usual.

Baby's all right. Nothing to worry about.

No, they didn't, Eun.

'Cause I went and you weren't there.

KENNY: You haven't been going, have you?

Look, I just don't see the point.

What, not a single appointment?

KENNY: With Michael, you were there every week by this stage.

Well, it's not like how it was before, is it?

How do you mean?

I was having a baby, Kenny.

I was happy.

'Cause then I had no idea what was facing me, did I?

Now I do.

ADE: Our father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy Name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass...

(SLURRING) Hey! What's up with you?

Please, leave me.

(SIGHS)

LUCILLE: Eunice Dobson?

I'm Nurse Anderson, a midwife.

Is there any particular reason

why you haven't been to clinic, Mrs. Dobson?

No point.

This one kicks. It's obviously growing.

Now I am here.

We just need to make sure everything is normal.

Especially if you haven't had any checks at all.

Nurse, there's nothing wrong.

I'm sure.

If I can take your blood pressure now...

- No, don't touch me. - Eunice, what is the matter with you?

Look, I'm fine!

And if you think I'm going anywhere near a hospital this time,

you can forget it!

I suggest your wife gets some rest,

and I will call back later.

We can talk further then and make plans for the birth.

Look, can you just go now please?!

Thank you, Mrs. Buckle.

What's all that?

Five minutes of filing, according to Councillor Woodburn.

VIOLET: Not to mention the fact that he wants me

to find the papers for the picnic funds

somewhere in this lot and all.

- The what? - Old Alderman Natchett

set up a charitable concern to raise money for the Poplar picnic.

But he's been dead so long and now it seems

that they've got to spend the money by the end of the month.

So if I don't find the papers, then there is no money

and then there is no chance of a picnic.

Well, you best get cracking then.

I remember the picnic being the highlight of the year

during my fair-haired youth.

Well, it was for all of us. (LAUGHS)

And imagine the memories for Reggie.

Day out in the countryside, some games, apple cider...

Oh.

And I remember your little pigtails.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(SIGHS)

Eunice Dobson's last labor resulted in an assisted delivery.

Simpson's forceps.

That would have been very distressing.

Yes.

What happened when you went to see her?

She refused to be examined

and became quite upset.

Were you not able to give her any reassurance?

LUCILLE: She asked me to leave and I thought it might be best

if I did as she asked.

It's not going to be easy to gain her trust.

I'm going to go back later today.

Start afresh.

God loves a trier.

Spend as long as you can with her.

Time isn't always a healer, but it can open doors.

I hope so.

Most kind, Councillor Woodburn. Enjoy the rest of your evening.

(SIGHS)

Well, the good news is that I've been through every document,

and there's nine and six in the picnic account.

So why the long face?

Apparently, because yours truly did such a good job

organizing the beauty contest,

Councillor Woodburn feels that if Poplar wants a picnic,

it's up to me to organize it.

I got the train over from Frinton at lunchtime.

It's a good job our Kenny called me,

because she needs some sense talking into her.

(CLEARS THROAT)

What is it this time?

Sorry to disturb you.

But it is important that we take your history

and get these checks done for baby.

LUCILLE: Perhaps if you want, I can start again.

VALERIE: Cup of tea and a few licorice torpedoes, anyone?

Licorice torpedoes.

A thank you present from Mrs. Hagger at the sweet shop.

She gave me some violet creams as well,

but I've put them in the fridge in case they melt.

Tea, Lucille?

Tea?

There's nothing more refreshing in this kind of humidity.

At home, we used to drink black coffee with a dash of salt in it. (CHUCKLES)

Mmm. Did that not have a deleterious impact on the flavor?

Possibly, (CHUCKLES) but it cools you down.

(CHUCKLES) I wish I had a fan.

LUCILLE: A proper fold-out one like my Aunty Priss had.

(SIGHS)

I'm not working up much of a breeze with my Myles Midwifery.

What is it you're worrying your head about?

Eunice Dobson.

I've never met a woman so adamant that she can't and won't give birth.

If I had penny for every woman who shouted, "I can't do this,"

when she gets to the sharp end, I'd have...

Oh, um...

Twenty-nine bob and 11 pence by now. (CHUCKLES)

It is very common during labor,

but unusual beforehand, I grant you.

And she is so vehement and so distressed.

LUCILLE: It really worries me.

Sounds like she needs a good sit down with nurse reassurance.

You listen to what she has to say.

See if the notion of a home birth in familiar surroundings

will help calm her nerves.

(DOOR BANGS OPEN)

ADE: No, no, please. No, please!

Come on! Who do you think you are?

The invisible man? (GRUNTS)

(MAN EXCLAIMING)

(SHOUTING) Pox! Pox!

Pox!

(LIVELY CHATTER)

Sorry to interrupt, ladies.

SISTER JULIENNE: Please don't apologize. I'm sure it's an emergency.

(SIGHS) Until further notice, we have to assume so.

Apparently a Nigerian national, a sailor,

was run out of the Seaman's Mission last night.

It seems he may have been suffering from smallpox.

Oh, no.

I thought we'd put all that to bed after last year's carry-on.

Witnesses said his face was badly marked.

Have you notified the Office of Health?

Yes, and the police are on the lookout for him.

His name is Ade Babayaro.

(SIGHS)

There'll be rumors flying around

before the bobbies even get their boots on.

What should we tell our patients, if they ask?

Or if they start demanding vaccinations.

People think there's a vaccination for everything these days.

Well, there is one for smallpox.

But we can't launch it until this man is found

and his illness is confirmed.

All anyone can do in the mean time is be vigilant.

For sightings of the sailor?

DR TURNER: Or signs of the disease in others.

We don't know where he's been or where he may go next.

(LIVELY CHATTER)

Welcome home, Reggie!

REGGIE: Hello, Mum. - Oh!

Well, you look so skinny. There's nothing of you.

- Still smell nice though. - So do you.

Right, young fella, what's it to be? Toast or crumpets?

Oh, it's already sorted.

That's all sorted. I've done you some bacon butties.

They're in a tray in the oven.

Just a quick breakfast, please, and then straight out,

'cause I need you two on publicity duty.

For this picnic, it's all hands on deck.

- See you later. - Alligator.

(FRED CHUCKLES)

(DOOR OPENS)

Eunice.

Look, love, I've finished it.

(EUNICE SNIFFLING)

Eunice.

Tell me how you really feel.

(EUNICE SOBBING)

WOMAN: With a little boy as well... (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

If I may have your attention, please.

When are we being vaccinated? That's all I wanna know.

It's not as simple as vaccinations, Mrs. Lawrence.

MRS. LAWRENCE: Why not?

He's had the polio sugar cube. Why can't he have the smallpox one?

People died in Bradford last year.

Because until the Board of Health have confirmed the case...

MRS. LAWRENCE: What's to confirm?

There's smallpox in Sweden.

I read it in the paper.

Ain't that where that sailor came from?

To put your minds at rest,

smallpox does not spread that easily by itself.

SHELAGH: You would need to be very close to the sailor

to catch it yourselves.

Now unless you're here with a genuine condition,

I suggest you go home.

(SOBBING)

Dear Jesus,

please help me.

I try keeping it to myself.

Let me guess.

The bigger baby gets, the more fear there is.

I didn't mean for it to happen.

I wouldn't let Kenny touch me for two years.

And then we did and the what's-it split.

The sheath.

I even tried to get rid of it.

One of them dentists near Limehouse.

But I couldn't let him near.

Not after what happened last time at that hospital

I just couldn't.

What did happen last time, Eunice?

If you tell me, I can try to help.

The baby was stuck.

The next thing, a doctor came in,

my legs were strung up...

Intervened.

(SNIFFLING)

He stuck them metal things inside me, Nurse,

and I was screaming. (PANTING)

- All right, Eunice. - But he just kept on pulling.

He was ripping it out of me.

I shouted at them to stop!

PAMELA: Eunice.

Eunice, now Michael's out there. You need to calm down.

Why wouldn't he stop?

(GASPING)

Maybe 'cause that's what happens, love.

This doesn't help!

(EUNICE SOBBING) Pamela, please.

I love it,

but I can't have it.

Now listen to me.

As sure as night turns to day,

your baby is going to be born right here at home.

LUCILLE: And I'll be there to support you, the best I know how.

Well you're gonna have to think of something else,

because I'm not having this baby.

(DOOR OPENS)

Don't tell me.

The rest of the dockers have taken a vow of abstinence.

No, love.

But rumor has it

that smallpox sailor slept rough by my bins last night.

It's been like ghost town in here since.

Why?

The dockers were vaccinated because of that outbreak last year.

It's not them they're worrying about, is it? It's their wives and kids.

And if he is not found soon,

we'll find him ourselves.

And that won't be pretty.

(DOOR OPENS)

I can appreciate the concern, but the police are searching

and all guidelines are being followed to the letter.

I should bloody well hope so.

Anyway, it's that box of tin plates you promised to Violet for the picnic

that we've come for.

(EXCLAIMS) Picnic?

While I've got an empty pub to worry about.

You can whistle.

That sailor needs to be found.

After all, the man is out there alone somewhere.

Sick, in pain, and undoubtedly scared for his life.

Charabanc leaves from Nonnatus.

Vi's organizing it.

All are welcome.

The charabanc's in order,

so all set for an early start to Epping forest.

So what I need you to do

is chivvy along all the shopkeepers in Poplar

'cause we need donations.

Then I want you to collect from your given area

and bring everything here to picnic HQ.

VIOLET: While we're collecting, you'll be glad to know

that Fred's gonna be doing the posters and the trestle tables, benches,

camping chairs and tents.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I thought this was meant to be teamwork.

Well, it is.

Someone's got to be in charge. Don't they, Reggie?

(WOMEN CHUCKLING)

(DOOR KNOCKING)

You're still here, Dr. Turner.

For a good while yet.

I was wondering if you had a moment for some advice.

Why not?

That's what everyone else is asking for today.

PATRICK: Patients have taken up more time

inquiring about rumors of the smallpox sailor

than the symptoms they came in with.

I'm sure you were able to reassure them, Dr. Turner.

I only wish I could reassure Eunice Dobson.

She is suffering such anguish.

So terrified of another forceps delivery that...

She doesn't want to give birth.

I'm not sure what else I can do alone.

Then why don't we both go to see her.

How about tomorrow evening?

I'll make an assessment.

Thank you, Doctor.

I dislike the notion of any patient being scared.

Mmm, same here.

Unfortunately, right now, many are just that.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GASPS)

I'm taking this lot to the Institute,

so can you take this loaf straight home, 'cause Fred might need it for his tea.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Oh, Mr. Palmer, thanks so much for the flasks.

Most kind.

(COUGHING)

Hello?

(GASPS)

(GASPING)

ADE: No, please.

Do not come near me.

I'm sick.

Are you hungry?

I am hungry,

but you must not come near me.

Thank you.

You are a good man.

But, please, you should go from me now.

If they find you with me they'll chase you too.

I get chased.

I'm Reggie.

My name is Ade, but I cannot shake your hand.

I need help,

but you must keep it a secret.

PATRICK: I know a forceps delivery can be very traumatic.

But the chances of needing assistance with a second baby are far less.

- Did you know that? - Don't wanna talk about it.

I really believe

that we can make things better for you this time.

Do you?

'Cause I don't.

Eunice, don't talk to the doctor like that.

It's like there's this film in my head and it...

Keeps playing and playing,

same thing over and over.

I'm trying to switch it off all day,

all nights.

And it keeps coming back on again.

Yes.

(PANTING)

What happens in the film, Eunice?

I'm looking at the ceiling of the room

and the lights are in my eyes,

and I can't move.

I can't move.

I can't move.

And then they come at me,

- and I hear the metal clanging. - It's all right, Eunice.

It's all right. We can help you.

I've had this sort of help that people like you give me

and I don't want it.

KENNY: There's gotta be another way around this.

There's a fellow at work

whose wife had something called a Caesar section.

The Caesarean is only carried out when the mother's life is at stake.

Eunice's problem isn't with her pregnancy, but her mind.

(KNOCKING)

- Eunice. EUNICE: Go away!

I'm sorry, Doctor.

Her mother didn't bring her up to have things wrong with her mind

or to make a load of fuss about nothing.

She'll just have to get on with it.

Eunice can't just get on with it.

Because for her, this isn't about nothing.

She is clearly suffering from a phobia.

An overwhelming fear of childbirth.

She is going to need an enormous amount of support.

Dundee cake for you, Ade.

Thank you.

Thirty-two.

Thirty-three packets of biscuits.

Thirteen of which are chocolate.

It's gonna be like Billy Bunter's birthday party come this weekend.

Good, 'cause there's nothing worse than a feeble spread.

Where is the Dundee cake, Reggie?

Secret.

What do you mean secret?

It's a secret.

It's my friend.

What friend?

Where have you been, Reggie?

Who's taken your cake?

VIOLET: And who is asking you to keep secrets?

You won't be in any trouble, Reggie, we promise.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(SINGING WITH SONG) I like it, I like it

I like the way you run your fingers through my hair

And I like the way...

I know you've spoken to that man, Reggie.

- Ade? - Yes, Ade.

And I know that you've given him presents.

But when you handed him the food, did you touch him?

FRED: Tell the doctor the truth, Reggie.

Smallpox is spread by touching.

He hasn't got a temperature, and there's no sign of any rash.

So we don't need to worry yet.

Oh, I'm worried silly already, Doctor.

Am I in trouble?

You were being kind.

No one ever gets in trouble for being kind, Reggie.

But if you could remember where he was when you found him,

that would be really helpful for a lot of people.

I will see Reggie again in two days,

PATRICK: unless he develops symptoms in the meantime.

Thank you, Doctor.

Or if he gives you any more information.

Oh, dear! Someone feeling under the weather?

(SIGHS) Not yet.

We think Reggie's been in contact with the smallpox case.

Reggie? Really?

Not saying.

He'll be having his wings clipped

- until further notice. - And he certainly

won't be going out with a cake tin under his arm.

You were wise to consult doctor, but I'd counsel against panic.

Ah! You say that,

but you were the one that set him up to be preyed on.

(SHUSHING) It's all right.

(DOOR OPENS)

I knitted the same for Michael

when he was born, and that didn't end up in the bin.

Mum, she's in no fit state.

Well, she needs to buck up then, doesn't she?

She's known for nine months this was going to happen,

and now she is expecting some sort of miracle.

There's only one way in and one way out.

Please, can you just leave me alone?!

You heard what she said, mum.

I'll take you to the station first thing in the morning.

Just dropping off the insulin for the evening rounds.

You've picked a nice spot for your perusals, Lucille.

Oh! It catches the sun in the evening.

Reminds me of the porch, back home.

I shall be two ticks.

(SIGHS)

LUCILLE: Oh! I'm sorry, Dr. Turner, have I detained you?

Oh, no, I...

I just need to get back to call the Board of Health.

There still seems to be no sign of this smallpox patient.

(WHIMPERING)

Please, God,

do not forsake me.

Do not let me die in this terrible place.

(WHIMPERING)

(SOBBING)

PHYLLIS: Good morning, Reggie.

Dr. Turner asked me if I'd call in on my rounds.

Would you like a cup of tea, Nurse Crane? There's one in the pot.

I've been keeping Reggie's fluid levels up.

I am sufficiently watered, thank you.

(DOORBELL JINGLES)

Oh! That'll be a customer.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Right, lad.

We are good pals, you and I.

And if there's one thing neither of us like

it's a lot of fussing and fretting.

That's two things.

Well, yes.

Meanwhile,

the easiest way to get everyone to calm down

is for you to tell us where we can find your friend.

It's a secret.

I understand.

And I've kept secrets for friends, because I want to help them.

PHYLLIS: But sometimes, in order to really help someone

you have to break your promise and bring other people in.

You can just whisper it. I'll do the rest.

(WHISPERING) Underground. Underground.

Oh!

Thank you.

Please help him.

Mmm.

(MEN CHATTERING)

Mr. Babayaro.

Mr. Babayaro?

Forgive my intrusion, sir, but I've been led to suppose

that you would benefit from medical assistance.

PHYLLIS: Put more plainly that you need help.

I'm Nurse Crane,

and I'm here on my own. Don't worry.

PHYLLIS: If you would let me look at you, we can work out what to do.

No, please, no.

You will catch this.

Not necessarily.

Smallpox is a very bad illness.

(VOICE BREAKING) Don't send me home.

I have no home. Nowhere to go.

You reckon this is smallpox, do you?

Well, I'm taking you to see a doctor,

but I reckon differently.

Dr. Turner, I found him.

(SIGHS)

Ade Babayaro is currently concealed in my car

and hidden with a travel rug.

Then keep him there.

I'll bring the medical officer and their dermatologist.

In my humble opinion,

this is not a case of what all and sundry presumed it was.

God has heard my prayers.

There was smallpox in our last port, sir.

The men on the ship believed this was the same.

I also believed that.

This isn't smallpox, Mr. Babayaro, and it never was.

As the medical officer confirmed, you have leprosy.

Leprosy is also a very bad illness. In the bible...

DR. TURNER: Now, we've moved on since the bible, I promise you.

Leprosy isn't as contagious as we used to think.

It even goes by a different name these days.

Hansen's disease.

But you can help me.

PATRICK: Better than that. We can cure you.

There's even a small specialist hospital

called Jordan's, not far away, in Surrey.

You should be a new man by the time they finish with you.

How long must he wait to be admitted?

Mmm, not long. Perhaps a few days.

I'll go back to where I was before. I'll wait there.

If I may interject, Mr. Babayaro,

I'm of the view that that would be unwise.

Nurse Crane's right.

We have a spare bedroom.

SISTER JULIENNE: You may stay there and enjoy the peace and quiet

whilst you wait to be transferred.

Perfect.

And I can call in in the event of any problems.

You may take meals with us if you wish.

No.

With your permission, it is best I eat alone.

Violet, guess what?

That sailor didn't have smallpox. He had leprosy.

(GASPS)

A leper.

Don't they send them away to a colony?

Not anymore.

He's seen a specialist, and apparently,

leprosy is not contagious.

There is no chance Reggie caught a thing.

Oh! Thank goodness for that.

Can Ade come on the picnic?

Uh, no, Reggie. No, not this time. He's got to get himself better first.

Oh.

Cheer up, Reggie.

Look.

My to-do list is as long as my arm.

I need your help.

(FRED CHUCKLES)

ADE: If I die,

I know you will continue to bless me.

To be there with me.

I want to say thank you for guiding me, and...

And what I had been through.

Thank you for protecting me.

Forgive me, Sister, I'm sorry.

There came a leper to him,

beseeching him and kneeling down to him and saying,

"Unto him,

"if thou wilt,

"thou can make me clean."

SISTER MONICA JOAN: You've been cast out because of your infirmity.

I was cast out before that.

It is my life to walk alone.

How so?

Oil was found near my home in Nigeria.

My father was an elder,

and when they came for the oil, there was conflict.

Then my escape was to go to Lagos and to sea.

So I lived boats.

I was cast adrift.

(SIGHS)

We are none of us cast adrift, if we have faith.

In the cross,

we find our anchor.

And don't forget,

the charabanc leaves at 8 o'clock.

(BOTH GIGGLING)

REGGIE: It's upside down.

Quick, give me another one.

And don't tell Vi.

Anything goes wrong with this,

picnic shall have my guts for garters.

(CHUCKLES)

Ade continues to have a good appetite. He's cleared his plate.

I'm sure you'll all be delighted to know

that a suitable place has been found for our newest resident.

(SIGHS)

Does that bring us to the unfortunate position

that Mr. Babayaro will be leaving us?

(SIGHS) The connection between our devotionals

has been most uplifting

and in such a brief time.

It does indeed, Sister.

Ade will be admitted to Jordan Hospital in Surrey tomorrow.

There, he will receive the treatment he so requires.

And he's likely to make a full recovery, Sister?

Or will he always be marked?

Well, scarrings are known.

But, in time, Ade will eventually be cured.

In my book, such positive news

calls for another slice of Madeira cake.

(ALL EXCLAIMING) Ooh!

Eun?

Eunice.

(EUNICE CRYING)

Eun.

(EUNICE SOBBING)

KENNY: Eun. What, what are you doing?

- Open the door, love. Let me in. - No!

It started, Kenny.

And I can't do it. (DOOR BANGING)

I'm not coming out.

Eunice, open this door.

- Ah... KENNY: Come on, love, we...

We don't wanna wake Michael up, do we?

(DOOR BANGS)

No!

I'm not doing it, Kenny. I can't.

Please don't do anything stupid, love. All right?

I'm gonna get some help, OK?

Is that Nonnatus House?

It's my wife, Eunice Dobson.

She's locked herself in the bathroom.

I think she might try and hurt herself.

You gotta send Nurse Anderson.

I'm not gonna need any help, Kenny.

Call Dr. Turner and tell him what's happened.

- Perhaps he can meet me there. - Of course.

Eunice?

I love you. You know that.

Michael loves you and I love you.

You'll be better off without me.

No! Eun! (DOOR BANGING)

Nurse Anderson asked if Dr. Turner can meet her at Eunice's flat.

Right away.

Think I'll come, too. I might be of some help.

Please let me in.

You need my help in there.

Listen to her, Eun, she knows what she's doing.

No! Stay away from me, all of you.

EUNICE: It's coming and there's nothing I can do.

I want it over, Nurse.

(GASPING) I'm sorry.

Eunice, please don't do this.

I can help you, but first you need to calm down and open this door.

(SOBBING)

Nurse, I need to get her out of there.

One more try. We don't want to alarm her.

Eunice,

no matter what you do, the baby will come out anyway,

and it will be so much worst that way, do you hear?

You don't want to hurt baby, do you, Eunice?

You love your baby. You remember that.

(GROANS)

Let me kick the door down.

Kenny, why don't you take a break, and let me talk to her.

LUCILLE: It's just you and me now, Eunice.

And I'm sure your contractions are very painful.

(GROANS)

If you come out, I'm here.

I can help you cope with them.

(LATCH CLICKS)

Eunice.

(PANTING)

Now all you need to do is keep looking at me.

That's it.

(SHUDDERING)

Come to me, now.

Just keep looking at me.

That's it.

Come to me now.

(GROANS)

(SIGHING)

Ooh...

Nurse Anderson got her out and into the bedroom.

It took a while, but she did it.

I've taken Michael around to the neighbors.

You go to her, Shelagh.

Me being there would only make matters worse.

I'll be out here with Mr. Dobson just in case.

Goodbye, Ade.

And be sure to follow all hospital instructions.

These specialists do know what they're talking about.

I will pray for you.

And I for you.

For your faith, Sister.

Your prayers have set me a new firm path to wellness.

And may it be the same blessings for you.

PHYLLIS: Come on, boys. Hurry up with those chairs. Over to the car.

VIOLET: Look after that trifle like it's the crown jewels, Reggie,

'cause Mrs. Smith will have my guts for garters

if her bowl gets chipped.

I don't wanna put a damper on things, Nurse Crane.

Law of averages says you'll get two vomits and three caught shorts.

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

Observe these buckets. One empty and the other filled with saw-dust.

Plus a quick plan prepared for most eventualities.

Geoffrey.

Pockets.

FRED: Catapult.

Confiscated.

On the bus.

Up you get, Sister.

And not too much singing, do you hear?

We don't wanna get 'em too rowdy.

I may not be able to refrain, Mr. Buckle.

It is oft the journey

that provides more delight than one's destination.

I'm actually quite experienced when it comes to childcare.

Hmm...

What about when it comes to changing nappies?

Could be hours before your mum and dad catches up.

(BABY COOING)

I'm sure there'll be plenty of experts willing to advise me.

Ah. (LAUGHING)

Go on, now.

(ENGINE STARTS) Sit down, Reggie.

(HUMMING)

ALL: Bye.

(CRYING) Okay. Okay, Eunice.

You're nearly there.

You're doing so well.

She's... She's very close.

Come on, Eunice. You can do it.

I can't do it!

Nurse, I told you I can't!

You can. You can do it, Eunice.

You can breathe this baby out.

Look, look, look, look. Follow me. Follow me.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

That's it. Good girl.

Oh, No!

(EUNICE WAILING)

That's it. You're doing beautifully.

That's it, Eunice.

With your next breath,

your baby's going to be born into this fine new day.

Nearly there, Eunice.

Keep going. (GROANS)

(GASPING)

(BABY CRYING)

You have a beautiful daughter.

You did it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

(CHUCKLES)

You did it.

(BABY CRYING)

Oh!

(EUNICE GASPING)

(BABY CRYING)

That's it.

EUNICE: Oh!

Oh!

Oh, my girl.

I'm so proud of you.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

(LIVELY CHATTER)

Ah, what about that then, Vi, eh?

We did it.

Yes, we did.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Fred,

people are just going in the bushes.

We can't have them tiddling all over the place.

I mean, this picnic's got parish connections

and it'll bring out the wasps.

You'll have to go and tell the men

and I'll go and talk to the ladies.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

I've put the cases in the hall for now.

Everything smells a bit musty.

I think everyone's gone out.

You said you didn't want any balloons or a welcoming committee.

That's why we didn't tell them we were coming home.

I still wanted to see everyone.

Besides, I'm ravenous.

(DOOR OPENS) Gangway.

Oh! Hello! (CHUCKLES)

Was that you ringing on the bell?

Sorry.

Waters have broken on the other side of the burgh. Fifth baby.

(EXCLAIMS)

Where is everyone?

Parish picnic, Epping forest.

So wonderful you're back.

(SIGHS)

I don't like it.

I'm afraid I don't care if you don't like potted beef, Dean.

Once you've bitten into it, you can't put it back.

And I'm rationing their lemonade if they can't obey the rules

regarding the facilities.

- Oh, give it to me. - Come on, Phyllis,

you were a demon at coits on board ship, by all accounts.

We can vouch for that.

We certainly can.

Ah! Barbara! Tom!

(CHUCKLES)

SHELAGH: Oh! Teddy. Oh!

Aw.

(SNIFFING) Ooh!

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

PATRICK: We picked up a couple of stragglers on the way.

And we picked up a box...

Of cream cakes.

I'm always rather uneasy when I see a shop open on a Sunday.

But nobody's going to be clapped in irons for a few vanilla slices.

Oh, I hope not.

We don't want your visit home ending in a Black Maria

(ALL LAUGHING)

This isn't a visit, Phyllis. (SIGHS)

The bishop declared my mission to Birmingham...

Accomplished. (CHUCKLES)

We're back where we belong. For good.

(ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

MATURE JENNY: Eunice had no more children and her family, now complete,

became a happy one once more.

Her condition not recognized or named for many decades

is now known as tokophobia.

Fear can keep us tethered,

terror can clip our wings,

but trust eases pain.

Hope can lighten the sky.

Love makes us courageous.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

And what matters most is not whether we hide or fly

or even where our journey takes us,

but what guides us home and where we come to land.

(INAUDIBLE)

(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

I mean, it's just like the photo. It's perfect.

I'm in to get me cataract done.

Ripe as a French fig ready for slicing.

I could lose my children.

I have no home, I have no means of making a living.

What, am I to stand by while you corrupt their young minds?

Phyllis!

My friend, she's inside. Please help.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)