All language subtitles for Call The Midwife - 05x06 -FoV.English

'A sense of community
is the Holy Grail of modern living.

'When we cannot find it
in the present day,

'we reach back through the years
and say,

' "That was when we knew each other.

' "That was when
we held all things in common."

'It is a thought so tender
and consoling,

'that it scarcely matters
if it is not true.

'Past perfection
is a wondrous thing.'

The Bible had a plague of locusts,
we have a plague of pensioners!

Scarcely a crumb left in their wake,

and I'm sorry to say that I've just
had my bottom pinched.

- I think that's Mr Pilbeam. The man
on the right trestle table.
- You too?

Twice. I asked Tom to give him

a hard, cold stare, but it didn't
discourage him at all.

Afternoon, dear!

- Mrs Hills? How lovely to see you!
- Hello, Nurse Franklin.

I heard this year's funds
wouldn't stretch

to taking the old folk
to the seaside,

so I thought I'd bring
a bit of the seaside to them.

Oh, that's so kind!
You must stay for a cup of tea!

I can't stop long. I've left
my Diane looking after the stall.

There's no harm in taking the weight
off your feet for five minutes.

Especially given your rather
interesting condition.

This? Yes, number five.

It gets to be like shelling peas.

I seem to remember WE helped shell
peas number two, three and four.

I hope we haven't done anything
to offend.

I'm going to the clinic
at St Cuthbert's.

They want me to have it in hospital,
on account of my age.

Well, they're obviously taking
very good care of you,

because you look extremely well.
- I'm an old hand, Mrs Turner.

The autoclave is coming to the
end of its cycle.

I shall replenish your instruments
as soon as it concludes.

Thank you, Nurse Crane.

They said they'd come and repair
the one at the surgery tomorrow.

Ooh, Doctor, whatever is this?

- Cornish pasty?
- Or more precisely, half of one.

Would it have killed you to
sit down for five minutes

and eat the whole thing?

Now, hop it,
and put your feet up in the parlour

while I sort you out some
instruments.

Mr Pilbeam's demanded a refill.

I think he might just find
we keep him waiting.

- Shelagh, did you know Mrs Hills
was expecting again?
- Not till now.

I just wondered who referred her
to St Cuthbert's?

Frightfully sorry.
Creamless scone alert!

We've run out of cream again?

Certain guests have been
taking more than their fair share.

I threatened to put one man over my
knee, but it only encouraged him.

Timothy!

Please don't make me play any more.

You've done your bit, dear.

Now, run inside and open three more
tins of Nestle's cream.

In the meantime, I popped
into you-know-where last night

and the you-know-whats are ready
for you-know-when!

I think you'd better take
charge of this.

Dad?

Dad!

I was just waiting
for the autoclave to finish.

You need a holiday.

Nobody ever NEEDS a holiday,
Timothy.

Which isn't to say it wouldn't be
a nice thing to have.

Tom, I think that was one of the
best films I've ever seen.

No wonder we couldn't get tickets
last week!

Whistle Down The Wind
is a bit of a funny title, though.

Doesn't even hint
at the Christian message.

Maybe that's a good thing.

I think we ought to go again -
and take the Sunday school with us.

- See? I am nothing
if not an incurable romantic.

That sounds splendid.
On one condition.

What?

That you promise to bring
the parish sweetie jar

and fill it with sherbet lollies.

Actually...

- Oh!
- Purple and green.

My favourite!

I wanted to give
it to you in the pictures,

but there were too many
people looking.

Well... well, there's no-one
looking now.

Help me!

Help me, please!

It's all right, you're safe.
You're safe now.

Fetch the police.

No! No! Please, not the police.

I'm sorry, Lizzie.
It won't sting for long.

It's well sugared.

- Do you mind if I smoke?
- Not at all.

Here.

It's all right, Lizzie.
You're safe here.

- I should go.
- I can walk you to the police station,

after Nurse Gilbert's tidied you up.
- No.

I told you,
I got enough to worry about,

without a conviction for soliciting.

I think you might be bruised,
where your blouse is torn.

Would you let me have a look,
and perhaps put some arnica on it?

He bit you?

Could've been worse.

The other girls say the johns
get up to all kinds.

But I ain't been doing it long.
Oh, I have to go.

- Lizzie...
- I have to.
I have to get back to my kids.

How awful.
And we were only waiting up to see

if you'd help Delia with her
bust-darts.

It's all hands on deck once
I start tangling with bodices!

I'm a terrible seamstress.

There was nowhere she could turn to.
No-one who would help her.

- Apart from you.
- A few kind words
and a bit of antiseptic.

There's nothing to stop you
from reporting it to the police.

Perhaps you should.

Can't do any harm.
Might make you feel better.

Hello, girls. How was your evening?

Well, we enjoyed the film.
How was Art History?

Riveting! We're doing Vermeer,
I can't resist a good interior.

I wondered
if things had got a bit emotional.

Your mascara's run a bit.

Ooh, I sat upstairs on the bus.
It got wretchedly smoky.

Is that Ovaltine?

♪ Show me the way that
I should walk in

♪ For I lift up my soul unto thee. ♪

- Mum, can I come in?
- In a minute! I'm not decent!

Really need to go, Mum!

Lovely and fresh, make sure you
fry 'em in some nice, clean lard!

Nice, clean pavement's what we want.

Can't be selling fish from a pitch

with spit and fag ends all
underfoot.

- Mrs Hills!
- Yes, dear?

Just a thank-you note for your
contribution to the Pensioner's Tea!

Oh, you're welcome. I'll be
a pensioner myself soon enough!

Should've told your Alf that,
before he had his way with ya!

Don't work too hard, Mrs Hills!

You heard the nurse, Diane.
You ought be doing the heavy stuff,

not leaving it all to your ma
in her condition.

Well, Diane's better at all the
adding and subtracting

than I'll ever be, Vera.
Any idiot can do the donkey work.

A bite mark?
I'm sorry you had to see that.

Oh, I'M perfectly all right!

But this woman - Lizzie -
she looked as

if she'd been attacked by an animal.

There's things go on round here
that you don't want
to trouble your head with.

Sergeant, we've had working girls
on our midwifery books,

and we see them in the doctor's
when they have VD.

This was different.

She suffered as a consequence
not of sex, but of violence.

We can't do anything
unless she makes a formal complaint.

But she can't! Because she thinks
SHE'S the criminal!

Well, legally,
they're both in the wrong.

He beat her up, of course.

But if she was out soliciting,
she could get a £60 fine or jail.

Even just for loitering
on the pavement.

And if she's got children,
like she said,

it's not going to end well
for anyone.

It's not right, though, is it?

It's the law.

Ah, Sister. I wasn't sure
if you'd been called out yet.

It's no doubt
the calm before the storm,

but the phone hasn't rung once
this morning.

I thought I'd get ahead
with the chapel flowers.

And some for your office.

You have a knack for floristry,
Sister. And a very sweet voice.

A sweet voice?

And in chapel,
I can hardly hear you.

If we are to praise the Lord
in song, we should do it gladly.

And as loudly as possible.

Oh... Sister Julienne. I'm always
afraid of singing TOO loudly.

When I was a postulant, we were told
never to draw attention to

ourselves in any way -
because it was a sign of pride.

And now I've drawn attention
to myself by...

Not singing loudly enough.

I always find that if I feel singled
out for either praise or blame,

the best response is to offer it up
and say,

"What good would this do
for others?"

Of course, Sister.

And if you could raise your voice
with us, it would make us feel

so very blessed.

Thank you.

Thought that nurse
seemed nice this morning.

I just think we'd be better off
getting one of them in.

Diane, we've discussed this.

You mean, YOU'VE discussed it...
with yourself.

If you want an argument, Diane,
turn round and look at me.

I don't want to turn round,
and I don't want to look at ya.

Because if I do, I'll see you
putting your hand on your back,

and rubbing your belly, and huffing
and puffing when you bend over.

And I can't do ANY of those things!

Diane.
You brought all this on yourself.

Running round with some lad
from a building site, who legged it

without leaving his address.

- What's going to happen, Mum?
- You know what's going to happen.

You're going to have it here,
and I'm going to look after you.

And we're going to say that it's
mine.

I mean, WHAT'S going to happen?
How will it get out?

I'll take you through that
when the time comes.

Which, please God, will be
before your dad gets back from sea,

cos I don't fancy your chances
at all.

Why don't you just send me up
that mother and baby place,

like Janice Myers?
- Because Janice Myers is
shoddy goods for life.

And she's going to come back here
empty-handed!

Listen, Diane, you are not the
first, and you won't be the last.

I know three or four families
where the baby's grown up

thinking its mother's its sister.

- Who?
- Never you mind who!

Go and get your apron on before
your brothers get in from Cubs.

All right. Only, watch out.

Your pillow's slipping.

Oh, dear, someone's out of sorts.

He's always out of sorts.
He never stops crying.

I'm scared there's something wrong
with him.

Dear me, young man!

It's only a postnatal check-up,
no need to be so vexed.

Why don't we see who's free,
bump you up the queue a bit.

I can't find any reason to refer him
to Doctor - there's a possibility

it's a touch of colic, and we can
keep an eye on that together.

Now, Mrs Coleman.
Are you getting any sleep?

I'm walking the floors with him most
nights. My husband has to get up

at the crack of dawn for work -
it's his sleep that matters.

Well, you won't be able to take care
of Michael properly

if you're exhausted.

While the nights are still
so mild, a gentle

bedtime walk in the fresh air
might do you both good.

I'll try anything, Sister.

How many doors, is it just one door?

It's time to come to the table,
Patrick.

We've something extra special
for dinner this evening.

What's all this?

Chicken a la King, with piped mashed
potato and creamed spinach.

Please note the ornamental
folded serviettes.

All my own work, and copied out of
Woman's Realm at Mum's insistence.

We never have serviettes
on a weeknight.

Well, we're having them today.

In fact, we're going to indulge
ourselves in every

conceivable luxury and refinement

because tomorrow we're going...

...camping!

No, Dad. We really are.

I've got work tomorrow, Shelagh.
And so have you.

Absolutely everything is in hand.

We've arranged locum cover
for a week

and Sister Julienne is fully
in support.

The locum's called Dr Godfrey
and she's even offered him

lodgings at Nonnatus
while we're away.

Akela's arranged for us
to borrow two tents

and as much of the Cubs' equipment
as we need.

Mum's even bought a little half-size
sleeping bag for Angela.

- Really?
- Really.

I couldn't be happier.

Very prettily done, Sister.

But you cannot tempt me.

Everyone has noticed

that you aren't eating properly
at mealtimes, Sister.

My strength comes
from another source.

And I hope you do not need to ask
from whence.

No, of course not. But...

How recently did you study
for Novices' Vows?

Were you not apprised
of the practice of mortification

of the flesh?

Yes. (Oh...) Are you trying to fast?

I have few joys
and therefore little to surrender.

Sister, you found the Lenten fast
very hard. Why now?

I am in fair health now,
and able to sustain the sacrifice.

But, Sister, IF you want to fast,

you must tell the rest
of the community what you're doing.

That way we can uphold you.

Very well. You may remove
this platter of frivolities.

Of course.

Good, stout Army surplus. Perfect
for a week in the New Forest!

Patsy says they've been serving the
Cubs of Poplar for 15 years.

I remember this one from when we did
our camping badge at Selsey Bill.

It's got bullet holes
along the ridge.

I'm quite sure they're not
bullet holes, Timothy.

They were probably made by moths.

Or mice.

It does all smell rather musty.

And there's mould in this billycan.

Oh, it just needs a quick swill
in some hot water.

Shelagh...

This holiday is about getting
back to nature

and being together as a family.

We'll enjoy it, won't we?

Yes, we will.
Because we've earned it.

- ♪ Half a pound of tuppenny rice
Half a pound of treacle... ♪

♪ That's the way the money goes... ♪

♪ Every night when we go out
the monkeys... ♪

I love you. I love you, Michael.
But you're going to kill me.

We did the right thing
putting you on iron tablets.

Don't reckon you're anaemic -
good going for nine months.

I was anaemic with ALL of you.

Makes me feel sick
when I see all that.

I've had four
and everything's in hand.

Put it out of your mind.

We have two or three ladies on our
books who are very close to term.

Their records have already
been moved to...

...to the green filing cabinet
over in the maternity home.

They're also double-copied to the
Nonnatus House log

and my own personal Rolodex, which
is widely held to be infallible.

Rolodex? I like the sound of that,
Nurse Cray.

Crane.

As in the wading bird,
or industrial lifting equipment,

whichever you prefer.

Ulcer clinic is
on Friday afternoons.

We've been experimenting with a new
antibiotic powder...

Which I will be delighted
to discuss with Dr Godfrey.

It's cutting-edge stuff like this
that brings me

out of retirement
time and time again!

I imagine you feel the same.

I shall consider retirement as and
when I reach the appropriate age,

Dr Godfrey,
which will not be for some years.

Shelagh, I can get the tents
or the children in the car.

But not both!

May I refer you to my earlier offer
to loan you my roof rack,

which you declined?
- You may.

I left it out for you
in the hall at Nonnatus House.

Buenas vacaciones.

Thank you.

I keep wanting to avert my eyes
but they're just too compelling!

I think shorts are a very practical
choice for a camping holiday.

And not amusing in any way at all!

I'm not looking. Really, I'm not.

You could launch this car
like a Sputnik,

and this roof rack would not
budge an inch.

Patrick. We need to get going,
it's already starting to rain.

Fear not, Mrs T.
Nurse Gilbert is on the case.

What is it?

I thought it might help keep
the things on the roof rack dry.

- It's an incontinence sheet
from the charity box.
- Perfect!

I hope it doesn't smell of urine.

Ooh, by the way, Doc,
I like the shorts.

I had a pair like that
in El Alamein.

I had a pair in Monte Cassino.

No wonder we won the war!

The place is upside down, Sister.
I wasn't expecting you.

I happened to be passing,

and thought I'd see if this young
man had started behaving himself.

He's all right.

Did you try taking him for a walk
to settle him at bedtime?

I told you, he's all right.

Judith? Your face...

Oh, I-I've always been clumsy.

It's even worse
now I don't get any sleep.

- What happened?
- I clumped myself one
with the wardrobe door.

Things can take time to settle down
when a newborn comes along.

We're here to help,
whatever upsets you're having.

Cry as much as you can bear to.

Then tell me why, and what I can do.

I couldn't tell you. I can't!

I can't.

It's such a... a delicate matter.

But there's a very young baby
in the house.

It's clearly a volatile situation.

- Is she married?
- Yes.

And to a good, steady man,
as far as I can tell.

- But...
- "Walking into doors"
is never a good sign.

And getting them to tell the truth
is always difficult.

The thing that disturbed me the most
wasn't the bruise on her face.

It was the one on her neck,
by her shoulder.

It looked as if someone
had... sunk his teeth into her.

- Like a bite mark?
- It just looked so... vicious.

Let me see if I can make enquiries.

♪ Here comes summer
School is out, oh happy day

♪ Here comes summer
Gonna grab my girl and run away

♪ Here comes summer
We'll go swimming every day

♪ And let the sun shine bright
on my happy summer home

♪ Here comes summer
We'll meet the gang at Joe's Cafe

♪ If she's willing
We'll go steady right away

♪ Oh, let the sun shine bright
on my happy summer home

♪ Let the sun shine bright

♪ Well, here comes summertime
at last. ♪

- Thank you.
- A fine example
of labour rewarded!

I haven't seen a spread like this

since the Coronation party
at my old practice.

You must help me out
with these cream horns.

Allow me.

Sister Monica Joan is eschewing
indulgence for religious reasons.

And I'm partial to flaky pastry.

I'm sorry to intrude, ladies, sir.

How could you possibly intrude,
Sergeant Noakes?

You're one of the family.

I actually called in regards to
the attacks on, er, Judith Coleman

and the girl on the street.
- Do you mean Lizzie?
- Yes.

Because of the similarity
of the bite marks on her neck,

we can't rule out that they were
attacked by the same man.

I suppose there's a remote
possibility

that it might be Judith Coleman's
husband. - Colin Coleman? I'm sorry,

I've met more aggressive
marshmallow bunnies.

Or that Judith herself was out
soliciting.

- No!
- Either way, if the situation
at her home is volatile,

as you suggested, Sister Julienne,
we'd put her at risk

if we went round and quizzed him.

So our first port of call should be
the other girl.

Lizzie was adamant that she wouldn't
speak to the police.

If you could come with me,
we might be able to pull her round.

May I, Sister Julienne?

I would be grateful if you did.

Room service.

Oh, Patrick!

I put a nip of Scotch in
from my handy secret hipflask.

You wouldn't get that in the Ritz!

Ooh! Oooh.

Ooh, at last!
My knees are freezing.

Patrick.

No. No, no. We're on our holidays.

It doesn't matter.

- Your sleeping bag's soaking wet!
- At least it's WARM wet!

What are you thinking about?

The children. Do you suppose they'll
be all right in their own tent?

Of course they will.
They're only about five feet away.

What if it falls down again?

It won't, I promise you.

What are you thinking about?

The ulcer clinic.

There's a couple of really nasty
chronic venous cases that

aren't responding to the new regime.
- Patrick!

I'm sorry.
But I'm just not sure about Godfrey.

General practice is
a young man's game.

You're not supposed to be thinking
about work.

And if you don't mind my saying so,

you're not exactly
Cliff Richard yourself.

I could sing a chorus of
Summer Holiday if you'd like me to!

Oh, no!

Mum? Dad? Can we come in with you?

The trouble is, since the '59 Act,
most women have

been forced off the kerb and into
brothels and private premises.

It's only the amateurs and the
desperate who risk the streets.

I don't know if Lizzie was
amateur or professional,

but she was desperate.

I know that.

She had children.

When I think of my little Freddie
tucked up in his bed, I could cry.

- How IS Chummy?
- Excellent, thank you.

She's taken up pottery at night
school, which is interesting.

That's Lizzie! I remember that coat.

Lizzie? Please stop. Lizzie!

You're not in any trouble.

My friend, Sergeant Noakes, just
wants to ask you a few questions.

Nurse Gilbert told me what happened.
I'd like to help.

In which case, the best
thing you can do is find out

where my husband went.

Because if you did that,

I wouldn't be having to sell myself
to help feed the kids I had because

I gave myself - for nothing - to
a man I thought might stick around!

- I'm sorry, Mrs...
- Call me Lizzie.

That's what I say to all the blokes.

And I'm not saying anything else
to you!

Morning. Sorry to keep you, Fred.

Or maybe I should call you
Mr Buckle,

since I've asked you
in on official business.
- Civil Defence, Sergeant?

We haven't the manpower to put
extra bobbies on the streets.

And until we're sure these
attacks are connected, and ongoing,

I can't apply for reinforcements
from outside the Division.

But the CDC can put on
extra patrols.

Confidence and safety of the public
is paramount.

It's why we serve.

This is so much nicer
than cooking at home.

The trouble with chest disease,

in the context of community
medicine research...
- Patrick.

...is that it's largely presumed
to affect the male population

more than the female.
- You're talking about work again.

Sorry. It's the smoke, making you
cough. It reminded me about...

Work.

- Mum?
- Where's Angela!

She's down here. But she's seen a
squirrel and she won't stop crying.

I knew this would happen.
She's petrified of squirrels.

She doesn't even like
Squirrel Nutkin,

and he's only a picture in a book!

It's all right, darling!
Mummy's coming!

Tin of rice pudding
and an early night for you tonight.

Mum...?

I feel like I'm going to wet myself.

Press your legs together. Don't let
anything come out in a rush.

I spy with my little eye...

something beginning with...

T-F.

Tent flap. Although the correct term
is actually "the beckett".

Is it? Your turn.

And no animals beginning
with S, please,

because we've just got
Angela settled.

I spy with my little eye,
something beginning with...

B-H-I-R-O-T-R-S-T-C-I.

Bullet holes in ridge of tent,
rain starting to come in.

Ten out of ten. Your turn.

I spy with my little eye,
something beginning with...

R-N-H-I-S-O-T-W...

G-P-W-B-I-T-F-T-R-O-T-W.

What?!

Rather nice hotel I spotted
on the way here.

Get packed. We're booking in there
for the rest of the week.

I don't want you three
playing silly beggars,

running all over the place tonight.

Once you're in bed,
you stay in bed, do you hear me?

It's still light!

Never mind "it's still light"!
People grow when they're asleep.

If you can't stop in bed
you'll end up a short-arse,

like your Uncle Sammy.

Go on. You know the rules.
Let's see if you can stick to 'em.

- Night, Diane.
- Night.

Evidence would suggest that this man
attacked two women

on two nights back-to-back.

One was set upon here.

The exact location of the second
attack is unclear.

We will be patrolling in pairs
from 9pm until dawn.

Dawn? You'd think there was a war on!

There is no cause for levity.
Ladies' safety is at risk.

What ladies?

That's nice...

That's my girl. That's it.
That's it.

Shh.

That's it,
you're doing so well. Well done.

No noise. There's a good girl.

Bite down. Bite down.

The head's coming.
We've got to get you out!

That's it.

♪ Run, rabbit, run, rabbit
Run, run, run. ♪

What's this programme called again?

Juke Box Jury.

They play the records to
a panel of experts,

and then they give their verdict.

And they are often incorrect
in their opinion.

That is why we at Nonnatus House

generally confine ourselves
to Songs Of Praise and Panorama.

It's a bally catchy little tune.
Who's singing it?

Pinky And Perky. You can't see them,
but they're pigs.

Although they are not real.

Doctor Godfrey!

I have just been flagged down
in the street by a patient who's

been waiting for a house-call
from you, since three o'clock

this afternoon, in acute pain
with psoriatic arthritis.

- Poor man.
- Woman, as it happens.

And I assured her she would be
your first call tomorrow.

I will be disappointed
if you make a liar of me!

All care will be dispensed
at thy dictates.

Give her a robe,
a shield and a helmet

and she'd be the double
of Britannia.

That's it!

The head's out.

When you feel another pain,
you push like hell, do you hear me?

That's it! That's it!

It's a boy!

- We've got a boy, Diane!
- Can I see him?

In a minute.
When I've tied and cut the cord.

Not been called out yet?

I am positively poised
to spring into action.

Shoes on, panstick applied, and one
ear cocked for the telephone.

Where were YOU?

In Delia's room. She was just
teaching me a new card game.

Stay there.
If you feel another pain, you push.

I just want to go to bed!

You can't! You've got to get rid
of the afterbirth.

None of mine took this long...

It's not right.

Stay in here, and don't move.

Mum! Don't leave me!

Is that Nonnatus House? I need to
speak to Nurse Franklin.

I'm sure you'd rather talk
to a doctor. The name's Godfrey.

I've just delivered a baby, and
the afterbirth hasn't come away.

- And what is the patient's name?
- Hills.

It's been more
than an hour-and-a-half!

The placenta can take its time,

but I expect you know that
from your training.

Employ Brandt Andrews, and, er,
don't forget, good pull on the cord.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- Best of British!

- Doctor Godfrey!
- Apologies for appearing deshabille!

I have heard such enticing things
about the midnight larder

at Nonnatus House.

The larder's in the kitchen.

I came down because I heard
the telephone.

One of your colleagues
struggling to deliver a placenta.

She asked for you, but I obliged
with procedural advice.

- Which colleague?
- She didn't give her name.

Said the patient's name was Hills.

I need you back on the floor.
They told me what to do. Come on!

I'm sorry.
I know you're only second on call,

but something distinctly odd
has happened.

I'm just going to pull on it,
all right?

What's happened?

- What's your name, sweetie?
- It's Diane.

We're here to help, Diane.

- What have I done?
- Baby's well.

Let me examine you and see
what's causing all this pain.

I only did what the doctor said.

I only pulled on the cord
because the afterbirth was stuck.

You pulled too hard, Thora.

It isn't just the afterbirth that's
come out. It's Diane's womb.

The placenta is still attached,
and there's no haemorrhage.

Thora, Thora, I want you to sit down
and hold baby

while Nurse Franklin helps Diane.

It's all right, Diane,
I'm a midwife.

I'm going to call an ambulance.

Sister!
What are you doing out on your own?

I have to use the telephone.
It's an emergency.

Come on. You can have an escort
there and back.

Make believe you're the Queen.

Help me. Please, help me...

Hold my hand.

Can you feel how steady it is?
I'm not shaking.

And that's because I know
what I'm doing, you're quite safe.

Flying Squad will take half an hour
to get here.

That's all right.
We can manage splendidly on our own.

Can't we?

Yes, we can.

It's all right, Diane.

Nurse Franklin's going to set things
to rights.

It won't be uncomfortable
for too long.

- Stay strong, sweetie,
and stay still.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

You're being so brave, Diane.

And I know you can be brave
for a few moments longer...

I thought I could do it on my own.

I thought I didn't need no-one else.

It's back in place.

I'll follow them to Admissions.

Unfortunately we can't trust Thora
to tell the truth -

might affect Diane's treatment.

I'll find a neighbour
to look in on the boys,

but I'll clean the kitchen first. I
don't want anyone seeing that mess.

There's so much to hide.

Shelagh.

So much for getting back to nature.

There are flowers on the table
and feathers in these pillows.

That is all the nature
I need to get back to.

The children haven't come knocking.

Do you suppose
they're sleeping well?

Either that, or they've been mauled
to death by squirrels!

- Shelagh.
- Mm?

I want to call the surgery.

Why?

Because it will put my mind at rest.

And then we'll REALLY be able
to enjoy our holiday.

Instead of pretending.

Diane's gone into theatre now.

The ward sister suggested you go
home and telephone later.

Am I going to lose her?

No. You aren't.

All I could think about
was her reputation.

I had to get married
when she was on the way.

No white wedding for me -
it was straight down the registry

in a plum two-piece
I borrowed off my cousin.

One day, Diane will find a man
that's worthy of her.

And I for one will be
outside that church

watching you flinging confetti.

I put a flannel in her mouth
to stop her from screaming.

I never even let her hold him.

I'm not cruel by nature.
But I don't know which is worse.

I think it's time that you put
all that behind you now, Thora.

Make a fresh start.

Won't be a fresh start, though,
will it?

Not if I keep on keeping secrets.

No!

Ah, hello, operator?

I'd like to be connected to
a number in Poplar, London, please.

- A uterine inversion?
- Yes. At a home delivery.

I should never have come away.

We're going home.

Please, don't touch me.

Oh, Sister. What were you
thinking of, cycling alone?

We always do. I thought...
I thought my habit would protect me.

But that was my arrogance, my fault.

You are not to even say the word
"fault"!

Do you hear me? I won't allow it.

Sister. What happened?

I wasn't raped.

Before you ask me, I can say that.
I wasn't raped.

You were viciously attacked.
Just now, the details don't matter.

I don't want you to come near me!

I don't want anybody to touch me
at all.

I'll call Sergeant Noakes.

Do you know the worst thing?

No.

I don't know.

And... I can't imagine it.

The worst thing is
that I'd actually stopped to pray.

I'd stopped, because I wanted
to raise my prayers with yours...

...to sing inside my soul,
when my Sisters were singing.

I wanted to give thanks for Trixie's
skill, for what she'd done,

for the fact Diane had survived.

And it was one of the most
beautiful moments I'd ever known.

I felt so close to God,
and then it happened.

Sister,
would it help you to pray now?

- Pray now?
- Yes.

No.

Sergeant Noakes wants
to interview you.

And you will have to be examined
by a doctor.

No. I can't. Don't make me.

If no-one speaks out, this is going
to go on happening and happening...

All I can think about now
is what happened this morning,

when I thought God
was at my shoulder.

And there was someone else behind me
all the time.

Sister...

Don't talk to me gently!
Don't be kind!

Because I'm angry! I'm angry,

and I don't know what to do,
or... or... or what God wants of me.

I don't even know
if He wants anything at all!

Sister...

just... let me hold you by the hand.

I wouldn't be able to feel it.

It's as if I'm behind glass.

Or He's behind glass.

Scared to move
in case everything breaks.

- Can I speak to her?
- She doesn't want to.

And I cannot
and will not force her to.

- She's been brutalised enough.
- Sister. Someone has to talk to us.

Or I don't know
where it's going to end.

Sister, you're meant to be resting.

I want to have a bath.

You can't. You have to be examined.

Why? I know what he did.
I was there.

If you want a bath, you have one.
But please let us help you.

Just don't lock the door. You were
knocked unconscious this morning.

Please don't lock the door.

Judith.

After years
and years of caring for mothers

and babies, I found that all pain
passes, in the end.

I know that. I do know that.

Sometimes it won't take its leave
until we acknowledge it,

that it's there. Or WHY it's there.

I didn't want to talk to anybody.
You thought it could've been Colin.

The police could've thought
I was on the game! Out at night,

coming home with bite marks.
- But we know the truth, Judith.

Not all of it.

I'm a bad mother, Sister.

And I was punished.

Can Colin come in?

'Babies cry.
Everybody knows babies cry.'

But when it's yours, you can't
ignore it. Ignoring's not allowed.

It isn't even possible.

So I thought I'd try
the walking at night.

You always give good advice.
But it didn't make any difference.

And the crying
gets inside your head...

...and in the end you can't tell if
it's him screaming or you screaming.

And...

Love. It's all right.

And so I parked the pram,
and I walked away.

I walked away. I abandoned my baby.

All I wanted was to not hear
that crying any more.

And then I felt... him grab me
from behind...

The man who hurt you?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'M sorry. I should've known...
I should've helped you.

I can tell you.
I wanted to tell you.

But how can I go to the police?

If I tell them the truth,
I'll have social workers on me

saying I'm an unfit mother.
And I am.

You are not. And you've done
nothing to be ashamed of.

That's not true. And I'm not going
to speak to the police.

Thank you.

There is a time for us
to mortify our flesh.

And a time to cherish it,
and marvel at its strength.

I've changed my mind.

You want to go to the police?

Other women can't
because they're too afraid.

Afraid they'll get the blame.

Afraid of what other people will
think of them.

And I'm afraid of so many things.

But not that.

He smelled of alcohol.

Not beer. I know what beer
smells like, but it wasn't that.

And he was taller than me,
but not as tall as some men.

And when... when he turned me round
to face him,

I saw - quite clearly - that he
had tattoos on both hands.

Is it working girls he went for?

He went for defenceless women
who were

going about their ordinary business.

It's prison work. Soot or ink
rubbed into cuts made with a knife.

I don't know that one.

This one says
he's a convicted brigand.

This one says
what he thinks of his sentence.

I've had more old lags than you can
shake a stick at come through

these doors,
and I've never seen tats like that.

I have.

You get them on the Soviet lads,

the ones that come in
with the Merchant Marine.

- Soviet?
- So all you need to do is look up

what ship's come in
under their flag.

I've brought your tetanus jab,
I'm afraid.

- How are you feeling?
- Lighter.

I thought, at first,
that it was a test of faith.

But it was only a test of strength.

I can bear more
than I ever thought I could.

And I can bear it for others,

because my strength is
a gift from Him.

I can tell the truth,
and not be ashamed.

It's like singing.
EVERY voice counts.

Aren't you going to look at him?
He's beautiful, Diane.

I've already got
three little brothers.

He's your son.

I could've killed you.
Because I-I didn't want you ruined.

Because I'd rather lie all my life -
all your life, and his -

than tell
the world to take a running jump.

People are going to wonder
where your bump went.

And if they ask me,
I'll tell them the truth.

Can I hold him?

Don't ask me.

Just take him.

He's yours.

I'm a mum, Mum.

And I don't even
know where to start.

You just did.

'And as the summer
inched towards its close,

'Dr Turner found
a more reliable locum,

'and the family had
a proper holiday at last.

'There was no pretend enjoyment
this time. Everything was real.'

Art History tonight?

No.

I think it's about time
I came clean.

I have no interest whatever
in Art History

and I'm actually going
to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.

I go every week, and
I've been going for... ten months.

Good for you.

I think it's absolutely splendid.

'New truths were
being spoken at Nonnatus House

'but some remained concealed...'

♪ And for thy righteousness
sake... ♪

...while one voice rose, striving
to erase its agony in song.

♪ And of thy goodness
slay mine enemies. ♪

It has been declared to be 100%
effective in preventing pregnancy.

It's a miracle
with moral implications.

Barge people are a law unto
themselves.

There's help,
and there's interference.

- Fetch me my clothes.
- Mrs Blacker...
- Fetch 'em!

There's been a weather warning

on the wireless.
Gale force nine across London!

Straight out of Whitaker's Almanack.
You should batten down the hatches.

I'm sure there's no need
for us to be alarmed.

Morning, Sister Julienne.
Sister Mary Cynthia.

♪ I know there is no need to be

♪ The eyes of God
are smiling down on me

♪ When daylight fades

♪ And in the sky
the stars appear... ♪