All language subtitles for Call The Midwife - 08x04 - Episode 4.MTB.English.HI.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

When we're young, there's
always more to be embraced -

more energy, more joy,

more opportunity to flourish.

BICYCLE BELL RINGS

We live life in forward motion,
surging ahead,

eyes aimed at the horizon,

And even hard labour
and sacrifice feel worthwhile

when offered
up as down payment on the future.

Chop chop, Jeannie.
We've a busy class ahead.

It's my turn to bring in the
biscuits! I had to stop off for

three packets of custard creams!

Due to unforeseen circumstances,

this summer's East London Keep Fit
Jamboree has had to

move from its usual venue, and
we will be hosting, here in Poplar!

Aren't we going up West?

That church hall in Kensington was
lovely last year.

Yes, but that doesn't mean
we can't offer a warm welcome

and some gracious hospitality.

In the meantime, we can start
setting out our stall by preparing

an absolutely blistering display
routine, involving...

..hula hoops!

THEY GASP

LAUGHTER

INDISTINCT CHAT

I did well today.
The foreman noticed my work.

So he should. You work hard.

THEY CHAT IN OWN LANGUAGE

LAUGHTER

- I don't mind.
- I do.

But if I keep being noticed,
maybe they'll give me

a job that pays more.

Then we can afford our own place,
just the three of us.

I, er, saw your mother
on the way home.

Lucky you.

Did she speak to you?

Don't let your food go cold.

UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS

Thank you, Jeannie.

You can ignore the
hula hoop for now.

Jeannie's softly flexed knees
and relaxed neck and shoulders means

that she can concentrate all of her
energy into the lower abdomen.

This exercise is particularly
good for trimming the tummy

and slimming the flanks, which may
well be why Jeannie has regained

her figure just a few months after
having her second child!

CLAPPING

Carry on, Jeannie,
so everyone can copy you.

Gentle, rhythmic circles.

That's right, Valerie.

Lucille, your rotations could be
a little bolder.

It doesn't feel decent
without the hula hoop.

Ooh, ooh,
I've come over a bit funny.

Deep breaths! Just take deep
breaths, and we'll get you to a

chair. Lucille,
will you tidy away the hula hoops,

and put on some Mantovani, please?

It's most unwise to come
to a keep-fit class

without having had
anything to eat.

It's finding the time.

My hands are that full
with the two boys,

especially now I'm back at my little
job down the shop.

Only part-time, but every penny
counts with the move coming up.

Oh, yes, the move!
Is it all going according to plan?

Not half! Not long now till
we pick up the keys.

I get the bus that way sometimes,
just so I can look at the house from

the outside and say,

"You're mine. We're on our way!"

Frank's been working night
and day, so we've been able to save.

It's funny to think there's
so much work in electrics.

It's a tremendous achievement,
buying your own home.

Now, come on, back to class,

and next week
you're to have a proper dinner

and a pudding before you come!

MUSIC: Doctor Who Theme

SHE SIGHS

THEY SIGH AND GROAN

We'll pay for this,
come the morning.

Daily practice is
the key for exercise.

You'd all be
better off getting up early

and joining me
in my Canadian Air Force regime.

I can't be doing with this!

Grown men running
about in fancy dress

and making out a phone box can
travel through space and time!

I shall repair to my room

and extend my understanding
of the Spanish intransitivo.

Why don't we have a show of hands
about putting on the wireless?

Oh! But it's so exciting!

The Doctor's assistant has just been
mistaken for an ancient

high priestess who seeks to exploit
her influence

to outlaw human sacrifice!

I think we will all sleep better
if we switch to the Light Programme.

Look, it's your mummy. Wee-ow!

How was it?

I enjoy myself more every week.

The teacher thinks I might be good
enough to train as an instructor.

Top of the class, eh?
She's a clever one, your mum.

Yeah. Oh...

I finished the rewire
on Dalton Street.

Well worth putting
those weekends in.

It seems such a simple thing to
want for your kids, doesn't it?

Yeah. But it's massive.

Their own beds in their own rooms.

Not something you or me ever knew.

But they will.

Oh, what a gorgeous girl!

Hello. She's so lovely!

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

Good afternoon, Mrs Singh.

- This weather's a treat, isn't it?
- I much prefer the cold.

I find it keeps the mind sharper.

Miss Higgins.

Hello, Mum.

You know, I've never known a mother

and daughter to be
expecting at the same time.

What a support
you must be for one another.

If you'd like to come with me,
Mrs Singh.

Are you and your mother
still at odds, Mrs Singh?

She won't back down on her
feelings about Pardeep.

And I'm not going to back
away from him.

- So, you're caught in the middle?
- No.

I'm on Pardeep's side,
and he's on my side.

- That's what marriage is, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.

It's been a year since the wedding,

and I stopped crying about her
months ago.

I'm not letting it upset me.

It might be upsetting
your blood pressure.

What's wrong with it?

It's just a little high.

And there seems to be a tiny
trace of protein in your urine.

What does that mean?
Is something wrong with the baby?

Baby's doing very nicely.

But we'll be giving you daily
checks from now on.

And you're to rest,
and not get upset about your mother.

I'm not upset.

I was never this big the last time.

As if it's not bad enough being
caught out at my age,

there's no hiding it.

Well, if you're uncomfortable, we
could consider a maternity girdle.

I'm sure we have
one in the stock room.

Second-hand? No, thank you.

I can assure you we adhere to a very
strict laundry policy,

and you may find it helps.

Lest we need reminding, Nurse Dyer

and Nurse Anderson are now off on
their tropical diseases course.

We look forward to their return
as experts in leishmaniasis,

malaria and sprue.

In the meantime,
we have ulcers, diabetes

and a post-natal list as long
as a fashion model's leg.

I'm moving like a well-oiled
machine with this now.

And not before time either.

I'm so sorry!

I had to call in at the school
and register Angela

and May for their
September start, and...

Well, I'm glad
everything's in order.

I've written your list down.

Am I right to leave Enid Wilson
on your list, Sister Julienne?

Yes. I won a small victory with
a maternity girdle at clinic,

and I'm hopeful I might yet persuade
her of the merits of hospital birth.

She is 44!

And medical guidelines
are medical guidelines.

Right, off you all pop.

Nurse Crane, you haven't
given me a list.

Oh.

Why don't you assist Mrs Turner?

I'd appreciate that.

We have a busy round today.

The Queen had hers at home.

The Queen is 37.

They don't let husbands in with
you at the hospital, do they?

What's husbands got to do with it?

We often find men to be
more of a hindrance than

- a help during delivery.
- Sounds very sensible to me.

Well, it's what I want.
Shan't be dissuaded.

Perhaps we could agree to
a compromise.

What about having this
baby at the maternity home?

Fine, if it'll put an end to it.

Now we've cleared that up,
maybe we could try the girdle.

You've toughened up over the years.

I'll be late back, don't forget.
We're still short on drivers.

No stopping off at the Hand
and Shears on the way home.

Good luck, Sister.

It's a good job you only
work over the way,

otherwise I'm not sure we'd be able
to fit in a fitting.

Well, where there's a will,
there's a way.

That seems to be my motto
these days.

And when you're ready,

we'll have an experimental circling
of the hips, a la hula hoop mode,
hmm?

GIGGLES

- Oh, I reckon that'll do!
- Hmm.

Oh...

I'm sorry.

I've got this really funny thing
where my mouth keeps filling

up with spit.

It's ever so embarrassing
when I'm serving in the shop.

Jeannie, have you spoken to the
doctor about this?

No. It's not an illness,
it's just a bit inconvenient.

Excessive saliva production
sometimes happens in pregnancy.

You mean...

Find out whether or not
you're expecting, yes.

And if you can rule it out,

then you can get on with all the
other things that you have to do.

I can't be! I'm still waiting for my
monthlies to come back

properly after having Mickey.

And I'm using the Dutch cap!

We better hurry up.
I've got to get back to work.

Well, I'd suggest a trip to
Dr Turner's,

to make sure that
everything's all right.

How does that feel?

It is more comfortable,
I'll give you that, Sister.

So, you're looking after our Cilla,
then. How's she doing?

I'm afraid I can't discuss
another patient.

Why don't you ask her yourself?

Forget I asked.

I don't mean to pry, Mrs Wilson,

but it seems such a shame that the
two of you are apart,

particularly at such a special time.

The shame is she had her head turned
by that boy in the first place.

Now she's living over
there in that pigsty

with goodness knows how
many strange men!

Not two pennies to rub
together.

I mean, it's not right, is it, Sister?

And I know what you're thinking,
but I'm not like some round here.

This has nothing to do with
where he's from.

You know, our Cilla is such a
clever, beautiful girl -

she could have had anyone
she wanted, and yet...

Perhaps none of that matters to her,
and Pardeep is what she wants.

After all, isn't love the most
important thing?

That's what she said.

I know you won't believe
it to see us now,

but she used to come to me
about everything.

I'm not saying she always listened,
but we'd talk about it.

She sounds like a young woman who
knows her own mind.

If you really are worried about her,
why don't you offer some help?

I'm sure the support would be
appreciated.

Good news - your blood pressure has
come down a little.

And your urine
is as clean as a whistle.

I've been resting, like you said.

Mrs Singh, have you thought about
who you'd like to have with you

when the time comes?

Lots of first-time
ladies like to have a family member,

as well as the midwives.

- I'm happy with just midwives.
- Oh, we'll take that as a compliment.

Now, have you everything you
need for when baby arrives?

Pardeep's found a cot from the
second-hand place down the road,

and we've been trying to put
a bit by for a pram, but...

..I hate the idea of the baby not
having the best of everything.

When a baby has two
parents who love them,

they have the best of everything.

Given everything you've told me,

I'd say you were around three
months pregnant.

But I, I've been using the,
the Dutch cap.

I followed all the instructions, did
everything the clinic told me to!

Did they refit it for you, after you
had your last baby?

No, um, it seemed to be
working fine as it was.

I didn't want any more children!

Me and my husband agreed,
two was enough!

Not to mention my youngest is
only seven months!

Siblings often thrive
when there's a very small age gap.

Go home, tell your husband.

It'll soon start
feeling like good news.

There you go, Mrs Turner.

Er, well, its storm apron's gone
AWOL and there's a bit of mildew

in the corner, but
nothing that a damp

cloth and a bit of
bleach couldn't cure.

They're on their way.

Are you sure your friend Nolly's
niece doesn't need this any more?

Nah, the kids are grown, she was
only using it to go down the

laundry. She's got one of those
twin tubs.

Mrs Singh is going to be delighted.
It's in remarkable condition.

Yeah, it will be, once I've given
that wheel a good seeing to.

Two ticks and I'll go
and get my spoke spanner.

I wish we could fix the rift between
mother and daughter as easily.

I can't imagine ever falling
out with Angela.

But there again, I also struggle to
imagine her grown up.

A parent and tiny child could have
one sort of relationship,

and two adult women of different
generations quite another.

How did you find
Sister Frances today?

Keen to please. Shy with me,
not so shy with the patients.

I don't feel as
though I know her very well.

Nor do I,
and I feel as though I ought to.

Sister Frances,
have you been bitten by something?

You've been clawing at your arm
ever since you sat down.

I can never say no to a dog or a cat
that comes looking for affection.

Do you suppose it might
have been a flea?

I can see a bit of flakiness.
Let's have a proper look.

Oh, please!
Not right across my cheesy tartlet!

Oh, that's not a flea bite,
Sister Frances.

That's ringworm.

My cousin caught ringworm once,

off a photographer's
monkey at the seaside.

My uncle was mayor at the time,
and my auntie went mad.

She said ringworm was something
dirty people get.

It is something dirty people get,

and if they pass it on to those of
us who are able to keep cleaner,

so be it.

Sister, there are so many
adjustments to make when one is new.

Yes.

Every day is full of things
I need to ask or remember

or learn how to do.

Balancing spiritual studies with
midwifery can be very hard.

My door is always open.

All you have to do is knock.

We shouldn't have to
rely on charity.

Think of it as neighbourliness,
Mr Singh.

I'm sorry, Nurse.
I do not wish to sound ungrateful.

We've had a bit of a disappointment.

Pardeep was hoping
for a promotion at the factory,

but he's been passed over.

Mr Jones likes to keep
the Indians on machine work.

Says we work harder.

HEAVY KNOCKING

And you know what else?
He can pay them less.

Try not to be discouraged.

We have a visitor.

Hello, Mum.

- What brings you here?
- Curiosity.

Is this it?

Why don't I make everyone
a nice cup of tea?

No, thank you.
Don't want to catch anything.

My considered, professional opinion
is that Mr and Mrs Singh

are managing beautifully.

I think you should come home, where
we can look after you properly.

She is looked after properly.

And does your invitation
include Pardeep?

Should've known better than to ask.

Sit down, all three of you.

I'll make the tea and then leave
you to talk things over as a family.

Don't bother.

I'll wipe my feet on the way out.

FRONT DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

I know we said we didn't want another.

He or she's here now.

Would a third be so bad?

And what if there's a fourth one,
Frank? And a fifth?

Then we'll carry on going
until we have a football team.

Yeah, because that would be really
funny, wouldn't it?

My mum kept popping them out
and she just sat there laughing till

the tears rolled down her cheeks!

I'm sorry.

Look, when we've had this one,
we can double up on the contra-thingummy.

Contraception.

You can get something
from the clinic and I'll

get something from the barber's.

Frank...

what if I can fix it,
so there was no "this one"?

No, Jeannie. It's not legal,

and it's not safe.
- There's proper doctors can do it,

- in the right circumstances.
- We ain't in the right circumstances,

and that's that!

SPLASHING

Oh, my waters!

Mrs Tennant...

are you asking me to arrange
a termination of your pregnancy?

If that's the polite
way of putting it,

or the way a doctor would put it.

I don't want to say "get rid".

I don't even want to say
"abortion".

I want to use ... the medical words.

Because this is a
medical matter.

And it's a matter of legality.

I can't change the
law, Mrs Tennant.

You can get round it!

You can,
if it's a matter of life or death.

My life and my death!

If, if the baby's dangerous for me
and for my health,

if it puts my sanity at risk!

But it isn't
putting your sanity at risk.

It's making you miserable
and scared and unhappy.

I can see that, I,
I can see all of that,

and I can look for ways
for our midwives to help you.

But I can't see any medical reason
to refer you for an abortion.

I'm sorry.

Labour won't be too far off,
now your waters have broken.

- But it hasn't started yet.
- So, can I go home?

It's better you stay here, until
baby's ready to make an entrance.

Erm, we can get a message
to your relatives.

Straight away, if, er,
if you'd like visitors this evening.

Charlie will be working
underground on the Central Line.

There's no getting any
messages to him.

Is there no-one else you'd like to see?

No. No-one else.

Right.

Let us see if there are any
improvements on last week's debacle.

And where is your cap, young man?

And you, James Custance,
with the wrong socks on!

Oh, lads!

A uniform should be worn with pride.

We want the Fifth Poplar looking
their best for the pack photo.

Take a good look at Baloo, here -
immaculately turned out.

Over by the stage.

With some cunning refiguration,

perhaps we can disguise
the worst of it.

I've always had a keen
interest in photography.

Oh, yes?

In fact, I noticed there's
an exhibition on in town

tomorrow evening.

I hadn't picked you out as
an art aficionado, Sergeant.

Oh, I try
and get along whenever I can.

Maybe you'd like to come.

Yeah, why not?

It's always interesting to
see professional work.

Pleased and proud, boys.
Pleased and proud!

Mrs Tennant! Better late than never.

And welcome back to the
maternity clinic.

Why don't you take your boys
to toy corner?

You can come straight through.

Everything seems
exactly as it ought to be.

I keep hoping I'll lose it.

Oh, Jeannie, don't say that!

I have to say it to someone.

I know it isn't what
you planned,

But... it isn't what I wanted!

Are women not allowed to want
things, or not want things?

I thought it was meant to be
different for us, that we

were going to be able to choose.

And what I don't want,
what I would never choose,

is to end up like my mother did -

seven kids in 11 years,

and in and out of the Linchmere with
her head falling apart!

Did your mother have a nervous
breakdown?

More than one.

We were in foster homes sometimes,
me and the little 'uns.

I've worked so hard to give Mickey
and Mark a proper chance.

I was going to do better.

I NEED to do better, and not for me.

For my kids.

I can manage two of them,
I can love two of them,

but... I can't do more than that,

and work, and make them a life.

Jeannie, we never know what
we can achieve until we try.

I can't even do the display now,
can I?

I'm sure we can make some
adjustments. Now, come on.

Touch up your face before you
leave the cubicle.

You won't tell anyone about what
I said in here, will you?

No, I won't.

Have you been on your feet
a great deal, Mrs Singh?

Your ankles seem a little puffy.

Do they? Don't remember the last
time I saw them.

I have to say,
my shoes do feel a little tight.

We can have a chat about wearing
something more sensible once

I've checked your blood pressure.

When I was expecting,
I favoured a nice, neat lace-up.

Lace-ups? I haven't worn lace-ups
since I was at school!

SHE CHUCKLES

Do you know, Mrs Singh, I'd
be much happier

if we could keep you close to hand
until the baby's born.

Could you reconcile yourself to
a stay at the maternity home?

I wouldn't mind going somewhere
I can have a bit of peace.

I shall telephone the ward.

I'm pleased to say that
it's much better.

So, how come you're in, then?

Observation. Same as you.

My offer still stands, you know.

This week's Woman's Own comes
highly recommended. There's an

excellent knitting feature -
"Blackberry stitch without tears" -

and an offer for wipe-clean
recipe cards.

Just what I'm looking for.

Do you suppose we'll be rolling out
barbed wire between the beds?

If they keep ignoring each other,
there won't be any need.

If everyone in the class goes
bouffant for the display,

we could all have coral headscarves
pinned into place.

What do you think?

I think it's insanity. Trying to
change our hairdos in the middle of

the week?!
I set my hair on the weekend,

and then I just add more
lacquer on a daily basis.

The H-bomb couldn't budge
it by the weekend.

Are these hairpins meant to be
sticking in my head?

Lucille, have you never
heard what the French say?

"A woman must suffer to be
beautiful."

HAIRDRYER STOPS

I think it's the dryer that's
suffered the most.

I only bought this five years ago,

when I had the Jean Seberg
pixie cut!

Jean Seberg could dry her
hair by sticking her head

out of the window of a bus!

Whoa! it's a good job
I don't come bearing naked flames!

You're looking very polished,
Phyllis.

Where are you off to
in your next-best two-piece?

An exhibition of photography,
as it happens, in Soho.

Soho?! Are you sure?!

I've never been one to eschew
a fresh experience,

and I shall enjoy the chance to
utilise the parking meter system.

One must remain in step
with the times.

THEY CHUCKLE

Ugh!

Oh, this place certainly attracts
an intriguing clientele.

I wasn't quite sure
I had the right address.

Have I misconstrued? I thought
you were a regular.

I'm a regular admirer
of the artist's work.

Whilst I know nothing at all
about the gentleman.

What are horizons for if not
to be expanded?

HE CHUCKLES

Has anyone seen Jeannie Tennant?

UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS

She never misses a class.

Perhaps she's just running late.

Where you going, love?
Phwoar, look at that!

I'll show you a good time.

LEWD CHUCKLING

Can I tempt you to a Murray Mint?

My preference is for barley sugar.
I've brought my own.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

And you're a regular
admirer of this artist's work?

It would appear his approach has
evolved since his last exhibition.

I have to say, Sergeant Woolf,
I had thought there was no

inch of the human anatomy that
I hadn't seen before.

Suffice to say,
tonight has been an education.

Yeah, I've learned
a lesson from it, too.

What's that?

Not to tell falsehoods to make
myself seem cultured.

You didn't have a clue who that
photographer was, did you?

No.

Why were you so bothered about
seeming cultured?

Oh, the arts rather passed me
by when I was younger.

There's nothing wrong with having a
straight-up-and-down and sensible

approach to life, if that's the way
you're made.

I can only apologise if I caused
you any embarrassment or distress.

No apologies required.

You haven't managed to put me
off MY photography.

As we seem to be forgoing the cheese
and wine through mutual agreement,

should we repair to a cafe
and plan our next excursion?

Thank you, but my
parking meter beckons.

I must answer the call.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
How did you get on?

Did the teacher put her feet up
and let you run the class?

- Not tonight, but it won't be long.
- What's wrong?

Nothing.

I just overdid it with
the jumping jacks.

I'll make us a cup of tea.

Here we are.

Can you pass me the pepper, please?

Sorry.

SHE SIGHS

We missed you in class
the other evening.

Oh, sorry, I was sick as a dog.

But I'm back firing on all
cylinders today.

Well, I wish I could say
the same for this.

We've been through so much together.
Please tell me it's not terminal.

Leave it with us. A few days' bed
rest ought to put it right.

The sooner you can discharge it,
the better.

I had to dry my hair by a two-bar
electric heater last night.

You still look a little
green about the gills, Jeannie.

Have you tried ginger
biscuits for the nausea?

I'll stick with my custard creams,
thanks.

And that's five minutes
since the last one.

Things are coming along nicely.

Come here, chick.

Let me straighten those pillows.

I thought the pain was
all in your stomach.

Nobody told me it
hurts your head!

Have you got a headache, Cilla?

Yeah, and my eyes
have gone all funny.

It's like I keep seeing little
silver sparks.

I'm going to take your blood
pressure,

and perhaps Nurse Dyer would pop
and fetch Dr Turner.

What for?

I just want him to take
a look at you.

Having seen the blood pressure
charts, I think

we all know what this is.

Can someone get me an aspirin?

Feels like my head's in a vice!

Cilla, it looks as though you have
something called toxaemia.

Just for now, we're going to move
you to a side room

where you can rest
quietly in the dark,

and we can give you something to
help you sleep.

But I don't want to! I want Pardeep!

Please, can somebody tell him?
He works at Haywards Paints.

It's all right.

If you can prepare the sedative,
I'll call the Flying Squad.

Let's get her transferred.

BABY CRIES

Sorry I'm late, love.

Where's your mum, eh?

Where's your mummy? Sshhhh.

Oh, love.

Shhh. What's wrong?

My stomach's off.

It was like this once in a while
when I was having the others.

You never had a temperature.

I'll look after the lads,
you go and have a lie down.

Doctor, is my wife here?
Her name is Mrs Cilla Singh.

- They told me the baby is coming.
- Yes, it is.

I'm glad you're here.

Is she well?
Is everything as ought to be?

What's happened?
Where's my daughter?

Cilla is suffering
from toxaemia.

Toxaemia?! I had that
when I was having her!

Is, is that a sickness?

Yes.

With a bit of extra help,
all will be well.

Don't you go making out it's nothing!
I nearly died when I had her!

Please, Doctor,
can I see my wife?

We'll look after her,
I promise you.

You can look after each other.

SHE GASPS

You're getting worse.

- You're as hot as fire.
- I'm cold!

I think we should call the doctor.

No.

- It's not you, it's the little 'un.
- No!

What can I do?

Get in next to me.

Help me to get warm.

I've just spoken to St Cuthbert's.

The Flying Squad hasn't
even set off,

because there wasn't
an obstetrician free.

So, what will we do?

We'll deliver her here,
under sedation.

PARDEEP PRAYS IN OWN LANGUAGE

It's never easy,
when a mother cries out in pain,

but when she's silent
it seems so unnatural.

Local anaesthesia effective?

Contraction.

I can see the head.

Going in gently with the forceps.

Good girl, Cilla.

PARDEEP PRAYS IN OWN LANGUAGE

- Episiotomy.
- Good girl.

She's still under, OK?

HE GROANS

Mission accomplished.

A bonny little boy.

Come on, soldier.
Time to do your bit.

PARDEEP PRAYS IN OWN LANGUAGE

BABY CRIES

THEY GASP AND SIGH

How about that for teamwork, eh,
Master Singh?

Oh, my goodness!

Jeannie! Jeannie!

Mr Singh?

You have a son.

A son?

How is my wife?

We're still keeping
a close eye on her,

but she's sedated,
and therefore sleeping.

Which is why I thought
this young gentleman

might want to
make your acquaintance.

It is the answer to my prayers,

that he is here,
and his mother has survived.

You are so skilled in medicine.

I am thankful.

But I think perhaps
your prayers were the same.

God is good, Mr Singh.

My granny used to say that.

PHONE RINGS

Dr Turner's surgery.

Doctor, she's upstairs!

Can you hear me, Mrs Tennant?

Mrs Tennant? It's Dr Turner.

I need you to wake up for me.

Come on, Jeannie.

Will I get into trouble?

No, Jeannie. No, you won't.

What's happening?
Is she losing the baby?

Mr Tennant, could you
call for an ambulance? Quickly.

Tell them it's urgent.

I need you to tell me
when this happened.

Two days ago.

Did the baby come away?

I thought I'd feel better.

You, have a very nasty infection.

I'm giving you some penicillin.

Small scratch.

Then we're going to get
you to the hospital,

they'll do the rest.

Oh, look who's awake.

It's no fun all on your own, is it?

How about we keep each other
company, eh?

Oh, there we go.

It's going dark...

Look at me, Jeannie!
Jeannie, look at me!

Don't... don't close your eyes,
Jeannie. Listen to me, Jeannie.

Now, don't close your eyes.

Faster!

AMBULANCE BELL RINGS

Come on, Jeannie! Come back!

Come back!

Come on, Jeannie, come on!

I know, I know, I should be in bed.

Got my slippers on.

I have no objection to you sitting
with your grandson.

Cilla was left on her own
the night she was born.

Can't tell you how guilty
I felt about that.

It wasn't your fault.

You were very ill.

She was on her own again tonight.

I weren't ill this time.

I was just stubborn.

I'll watch over him for her.

Just for now,
so she knows he weren't by himself.

I'm sure that can be arranged.

I don't understand.

My sister lost one
and she was all right.

Your wife's case was... complicated.

This didn't happen naturally.

Jeannie came to me the other day.

She asked for a termination.

I, I couldn't refer her -
there weren't the grounds.

But it seems she tried to
arrange things herself.

She came to you?

She came to you,
and you sent her away?!

HE SOBS

Do you suppose she went to the same
abortionist as Cath Hindman?

Both of them seem to have caught
streptococcus infections.

Sister Frances, I don't care who
poor Jeannie went to, I'd just like

to get my hands round the filthy
woman's neck and wring it!

PHONE RINGS

I'll see who it is.

What I don't understand is,
is how they know who to ask.

The pregnant women.

How do they know where to go,
if it all goes on in secret?

Child, do you ask how the fish in
the murk of the ocean finds the light?

How the rat in the rubble
locates the air?

In extremis, necessity finds a way.

It has always been thus,
it will always be thus.

Sergeant Woolf is here.

He wants to talk to Trixie.

Patrick? Patrick,
shall I make more coffee?

Oh, no, I'm heading off in a minute.

I'll have some
if he doesn't want any.

I've told you before, percolator
coffee isn't good for you!

Tea's quite strong
enough for a teenage boy.

Now, upstairs, all three of you.

Timothy's in charge
of supervising teeth.

I'm planning to be a
doctor, not a dentist.

Teeth, now.
Spit spot.

KIDS LAUGH

There's nothing in the
paper yet, is there?

No.

And if and when there is, it will
only merit a column inch or so.

It won't say anything about the two
little children she left behind,

or, or the look on her husband's
face when he knew that she was gone.

I won't have you blaming yourself
for that poor woman's death.

You didn't make the law,
you obeyed it.

And you did everything you
could to save her.

Yes, last night.

But the truth is
I failed her weeks ago.

I gave her no choice.

YOU had no choice!

If you can shed any light at all
on Mrs Tennant's thoughts

or movements, anything...

I'll tell you everything that
I know.

Jeannie was unhappy.

Jeannie was frightened.

Jeannie did not want to have a baby.

And I can also tell you that we
see this all the time.

Young, young girls.

Exhausted older women.

Mothers who don't know
where their next penny

or their next beating's coming from!

And others who want to take control
of their bodies and their lives!

And all we can do is pat them
on the hand

and say "You'll manage,
everybody does."

But not everybody does!

Not everybody believes us.

I'm so sorry, I can't help you.

But I'm even more sorry that
I couldn't help her.

I am so proud of you.

I'm sorry I wasn't with you
last night.

He was well cared for.

Thank you, Sister.

Don't thank me,
thank his grandmother.

My mum was with him?!

BABY GURGLES

He won't go to bed without Jeannie.

I keep saying, "She's coming,
she's coming,"

but it ain't true,
and I know he knows it.

If there's anything at all
that you can remember that you can

pass on to us,

anything she said,

any hint she dropped,
even accidentally...

I know it cost £7.

Because that's what's
missing from the pot.

BABY CRIES Hey, sshhh, sshhh.

I don't know this woman's name.

I don't know where she lives.

But I know she charges, £7.

Thank you, for looking after him,
Mum.

I thought I'd lost you.

When I think what our last
words might've been...

You didn't lose me.

I'm right here.

It's something... when they put them
in your arms, isn't it?

I knew straight away I'd do
anything to keep him safe

and to give him the best.

I understand, Mum.

I've been the worst sort of fool.

So fixed in my ideas, I forgot
what's important.

I'm sorry...

..to both of you.

Are the Underground still
looking for drivers?

I think the lad's a bit young yet,
Enid.

I was thinking more of his dad!

THEY LAUGH

Oh, I'm sorry, Sister Julienne.

I didn't mean to
interrupt your private devotions.

No. Come and join me.

Sometimes prayer is like any other
form of conversation -

better with more than one voice.

You may lead us both.

Almighty and everlasting God,
give unto us the...

BOTH: ..increase of faith, hope and
charity.

Make us to love that which
thou dost command.

Through Jesus Christ our Lord,
amen.

My huge apologies, Sister. Enid
Wilson's labour is progressing

and only you will do.

SHE GROANS

She don't look well, Sister,
she really don't.

Are you sure there's nothing wrong?

This is normal labour, Mr Wilson.

Keep it going, Enid,

right through to the end.

ENID MOANS

- Well done.
- Oh, blimey!

Can we do that thing with the
flannel again, on your head?

No! You keep getting
water in my ears!

Do you want to move to the
end of the bed, so you can see?

No, I'm sorry, I don't.

You think he'd be used to the sight
of things coming out of tunnels!

Are you feeling quite well,
Mr Wilson?

Because if you're not, may I suggest
you step outside for a little air?

Enid has work to do.

SHE GROANS

Keep pushing, that's it!
There, there!

Is it out yet? Is it out?

Not yet, but you're doing
so wonderfully well.

I think we'll have baby
on the next one.

Just one push, Enid -
hold Cilla's hand.

I don't know what
you're doing in here.

Come on, Mum.

You show me how it's done.

I've had a baby, and
I'm none the wiser!

Oh, you did all right.

Keep, keep going.

- That's it, push.
- Come on, Mum! Come on, Mum!

- Come on!
- I've got the head. - Come on!

ENID GASPS

You have a daughter.

A beautiful daughter.

And a sister.

BABY CRIES

Hello! Oh, hello!

Does this mean this one's
been born an aunt?

I can't make head
nor tail of it!

SHE LAUGHS

Oh, hello!

Some have no horizon left to run to.

Those left behind must
walk on as best they can.

And things that were once
part of the present,

and the future,
speak all too loudly of the past.

Do we lay them down, or love them?
Let them live?

Love is never the only answer,

but it is always the best,

the simplest, the one most likely to
withstand the test of time.

The solution we remember when the
question has been laid down,

all quarrels put aside.

Love is the beginning.

It should be the final word.

Everyone ticked off,
all present and correct.

Except one.

I can take her place in the display.

I can smooth over
the gap in the routine,

and it will look all right, but...

But...

it's all wrong, isn't it?

Come on.

Let's do it for her.

There are always shadows,
but they fall behind us.

Echoes, but they fade upon the air.

You will sometimes
forget, but not always.

AUDIENCE APPLAUDS

Go forward in joy.

I don't want to.

Hello?

- Cyril Robinson.
- He wants to be a dad so badly!

You and your assistance has
ruined my daughter's life!

This is all your fault!

She deserves your respect,
not your anger.

I am here to work, Cyril,

and I cannot allow myself to
get distracted.