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There we are. Well done, Norma.

That's that bit done.

Oh, look at him, Norma!

When can Jim see him?

When I go down the Pig And Gate
and fetch 'im.

He'll not set foot over
this threshold until we're done.

In't that right, Nurse? Absolutely!

And then we'll be sending
that rotten old

afterbirth down the allotment
with your granddad, won't we?

Just the ticket
for his runner beans.

'The arrival of new life
eclipses everything.'

Won't we? Yeah!

'When all goes well,
the room is filled with happiness

'and all the pain that
went before is forgotten.

'Where there was mystery,
there is knowledge.

'Where there was fear,
there is love.'

Just need to have another quick
look at you, Norma.

That's bad...

It's not ideal, Mrs Tunnidge.
But we will manage this.

Norma! Stay with me, Norma.

Mrs Tunnidge, put Baby in his cot
and keep him well wrapped up.

Could you pass me the kidney dish
with the syringe, please?

I'm going to give you an injection
to help stop the bleeding,

and then I'm going to massage
your tummy to see

if we can bring on another
contraction.

What's happening?

Part of the placenta
hasn't quite come away,

so we need to give it some help.

Could you ring a doctor,
and then an ambulance,

then we need some hot water bottles,
to keep her warm till they arrive?

Stay with me, Norma.

There's something coming away.

Good girl. That's it!

Is it over?

I hope so.

Thanks, Nurse.

It's all right.

Oh, Nurse,
you've got something on your face.

I can't believe what Mater's done.

She's only gone and bally
discharged herself.

She told the ward sister she was
checking into a private hotel,

and any mail should be forwarded on
to a place called Pijehurst Lodge.

So it's business as usual, really.

Excuse me, I must change for work.
I've a long night ahead.

Hello, dear.

You've a choice
for your pudding tonight.

I tried my hand
at an apple charlotte.

Or there's cling peaches and evap,
if you want something lighter.

It's up to you.

I wish it was up to me.

Because if it was,
I'd say apple charlotte.

Mum's been in the kitchen making
it since you had your lunch.

We'll have that, then.

Apple charlotte it is.

You've done wonderfully well
since arriving at the parish.

The men's group meet
at my place once a week.

Numbers have grown, and we're
going to have to meet elsewhere.

Men's group? Whatever happens
in a men's group?

Well, we discuss things
that are of interest to men.

This time, we're talking
about pregnancy and birth.

Oh, I-I-I think that
might perturb them.

Well, if it does,
it shouldn't, surely?

Fear often comes from ignorance.

Mr Hereward, I couldn't agree more!

I was actually hoping
I might get some of you on my side.

Dr Turner's offered to talk us
through the nuts and bolts,

but if one or two of the midwives
came along too,

that would be even better.
And why is that?

Well, I thought that they could put
over the female point of view.

So much goes on behind closed
doors when a baby's born.

I'll tell you what goes on
behind closed doors, Mr Hereward.

A lot of hard work, that's what!

No point in men discussing it.
It's a time for women to help women,

and that is that.

I think most men would be a much
better support to their wives

if they at least had some
inkling of what was going on.

I'd be happy to come along,
Mr Hereward.

Thank you, Nurse Franklin.
Nurse Miller?

Ooh, I'd absolutely love to,
but I'm on call.

What about you, Patsy?

Well, I've no objection.

As long as I'm back in time
for Two-Way Family Favourites.

Talks at the parish men's group
are the thin end of the wedge.

If you hear a single remark
about men attending births,

you are to report straight to me.

Yes, Sister.

The thing is, Nurse Mount,

there's only so many people
can fit in a delivery room.

And there is something special

about a woman being supported by her
mother. The mother-daughter bond

is a very precious thing.

I deem compline a place of
succour for a soul in disarray.

Though I must not press you to
join us, should you not desire it.

I rather suspect I do desire it.

I'm afraid I can't even think
of what to think just now.

A conundrum that has ailed me much.

But in chapel, we need not
choose our thoughts.

The words are aligned,
like a rope for us to cling to.

How long ago did your mother die?

I think that is not
of any consequence.

Dates, after all,
are only scratchings on a stone.

♪ For thy loving kindness
is comfortable

♪ Turn thee unto me according
to the multitude of thy mercies

♪ And hide not thy face from thy
servant, for I am in trouble

♪ Haste thee, and hear me

♪ Thou hast known my reproof,
my shame, and my dishonour. ♪

Morning, love. Cup of tea,
and into bed with this.

Once you've had some kip,
you're going to visit your mother.

Has she been in touch?

No. But I tracked her down.

It was Pinewood Villa,
not Pinehurst Lodge.

It's a private nursing home,
and her fees are being paid

by a charity called the
League For Distressed Gentlewomen.

Charity? She doesn't
need charity, Peter.

What sort of place is it?

I draw your attention
to the cup of tea,

hot water bottle and kip routine.

Then you can go and find out.

Begging your pardon, Sister,
but it's Sister Monica.

I will not be brought before
the superior for a reprimand.

I am in the novitian,
I am not in formation.

Oh, no...

She's really bad, Sister. I found
her halfway up the Commercial Road.

Sister. Come inside, and warm
yourself. I don't know you.

Nor do I know what you are
about in Sister Ada's office.

Oh, my dear.
This is not Sister Ada's office.

Sister Ada is no longer with us.
Now, then...

Don't you "now, then" me.

Thou art a peasant and a man,

and as such no quarter should be
given to you within these walls.

Should I go?

No. No...

Another man came once. I deemed him
a doctor, though he did not say.

He asked me questions that I refused
to answer, lest I betray myself.

My mother calls me stupid.

Stupid...

..and too tall.

Fred. You'll find
the keys to the safe

in the top left-hand drawer
of the chest.

You'll find a package in there,

marked "Property of
Miss Antonia Keville".

I know that name.
Of course you do.

I have seen these before.

They were your mother's.

And when she died -
a long, long time ago -

she left them for you as a gift.

These were her pearls.

They are so cold.

I know it's your favourite robe.

The repair wasn't tricky.

Did you use silk thread?

No, rayon. I thought it would be
more durable.

Now, don't fall off the bed
with excitement,

but I brought you
a smidgeon of savoury mince.

It's only what we had last night,
but as I said to Peter,

"There's no harm in popping
some into a Tupperware!"

What's Tupperware?

It keeps food fresh.

I wasn't sure what
the cuisine would be like.

It can be quite variable...
Well, it isn't variable here.

There's a baronet's widow
across the landing.

It's in everyone's interests
to keep up standards.

I'm still sure you'd be better
looked after in a hospital -

where there's pain relief.

I brought you
a photograph of Freddie.

And one of Peter and I,
on our wedding day.

I thought they might look
nice on your bedside table.

I can't put that on display.

Why not? You're not in white.
And he's wearing a lounge suit.

One last thing.

Peter sent you satsumas.

But if they don't meet
with your approval,

then you can pass them
on to the baronet's widow.

Sister Julienne says
that if you eat a good lunch,

she's happy for us to take care
of you, and won't send for Doctor.

He could serve no purpose now.

I have been reminded that...

my mother is no more.

Her jewellery is very beautiful.

Our connection was never
affectionate...

..and my call to the religious life
corrupted it completely.

Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you.

Mrs Minter, we're about to begin.
I think, perhaps,

if you could put your cigarette out
until we break for tea.

As you will have gathered,
we're going to be taking a close look

at our favourite piece
of Mozart tonight.

I know it's far
and away the strongest thing

in our repertoire, and for that very
reason, I've decided it will be

our entry at the Truscott Choral
Festival at St Dacorum's Church.

But that's only
a couple of weeks off!

I know because my husband's
a painter and decorator.

He's been brought in to
emulsion the chancel.

From the very beginning, please,
Timothy.

Oh.

Can we help you?

Sorry, but this is
the parish men's group.

We're having the health
education session here.

No, you are not!
But it's all been planned.

I've everybody's name
written down on a list.

There's clearly been an error.

The choir has an
exclusive weekly booking,

and we aren't due to finish
until nine. Again, please, Timothy.

♪ Ave...Ave... ♪

That would make things go
with a swing.

The nuns will be in compline.

Oh, do hurry up.
We're falling behind schedule!

Ring the doorbell! Nobody bites!

I bite...
if people don't wipe their feet.

I'm going to read out
all the names on the list

the reverend gave me, and I want
you all to call out "present" so

I can tick you off. Colin Warneck?

Present.

Walter Mills? Present.

Vernon Parker. Present.

James Peachely?

James Peachely, and Tony Muirhead?

I think we may have lost them
to the Hand And Shears!

I'm sorry.
I don't believe you're on my list.

Should I be on a list?

It's a requirement.

Worth. Philip Worth.

Thank you,
that all seems to be in order.

Right, now, as you can see, I have
gone right back to square one.

This circle represents the ova,
or the female egg,

and this little chap here

is the male gamete, or the sperm.

Sorry, Dr T, I think
we've got a question.

Where do I go to get
the milk of magnesia?

What's the matter? Aren't you well?

My cousin telephoned earlier.

She's expecting, and
she's in agony with heartburn.

The midwife said she could be given
an antacid, so I came to fetch it.

I just walked in
with everybody else.

Follow me.

Ah, it's a good job you've
come back here, actually -

it's going to be a busy night.

I've just been called to
Mrs Boyle on Flitch Street.

Oh, hello.

Evening.

I just had to rescue this poor
chap from a terrifying ordeal.

Trial by the parish men's group.
And Patsy.

Well, looks like he's lived
to tell the tale.

There's no harm done.

One bottle of milk of magnesia.
Nurse Lee will see you out.

Heartburn can be a rotten business.

Mind you, I've heard it means the
baby's going to have a lot of hair.

I've heard that said
where we come from.

Jeanette reckons
it's an old wives' tale.

Whereabouts in Scotland are
you from? Edinburgh.

I've just joined a barrister's
chambers at Lincoln's Inn.

Thank you.

Follow me.

There's a nip in the air today.

Are you sure you don't want me to go
to the cleaner's for your overcoat?

I'm sure that... No. er, I'll take
a scarf. It's only a mild frost.

Would you get the post?

I'm just trying to show
you that I care.

"Dr and Mrs P Turner."

Tim, go and wait in the car.

"After due consideration,
we are pleased to inform you that

"you have been accepted
as adoptive parents..."

"We have every confidence that

"in due course you will be able
to offer an otherwise unwanted child

"a very happy home."

They seem very confident of that.

What?

The notion that
we have a happy home.

At the moment,
I'm not sure that we do.

This really is a beautiful room,
Mrs Heckford.

Oh, thank you.
I like to put my stamp on a place.

My husband and I have had to move
round a lot, because of his work.

And what does your husband do?
He's a marine engineer.

He's just been posted to
Gibraltar for three weeks.

Does that mean you'll be alone
when the baby comes?

Well, I've got my cousin
in residence.

I daresay we can train him
to run errands and boil water.

Any port in a storm.
There won't be a storm.

You have a lovely home,

and it feels to me as though
Baby's in the perfect position.

Nicely lined up for delivery.
Is the head engaged?

It is.
Have you been reading books?

I've always been a reader.

And a painter, too,
by the looks of it.

Oh. That's my wee cousin's.

He's currently inspired
by the music of Mussorgsky.

I love Mussorgsky!

I went to a concert of his music
at the Festival Hall last year.

I just wish he'd been
inspired by something

a little more comprehensible.

I like it.

Excellent.

I will pass on the compliment.

Lady Browne, if you can try and
drink this - please, try...

I can't rest. What's happening?

I beg your pardon.
Are you a relative?

My wife's her daughter. I'm...

I'm visiting on her behalf.
Is the doctor on his way?

He isn't expected
until this evening.

We aren't equipped to cope
with cases like this.

Lady Browne needs to be in hospital.
Help me! Help.

Hospital's the one place
where she doesn't want to be.

Help me! Help. Help me.

I'm sorry, your ladyship.
Where are we going? Home.

What-oh, Mater!

Lady Browne...?

Lady Browne.

She's been sick...
in the wastepaper bin.

Well, better out than in.

I'll take it and give it
a swill with some Dettol.

I want her visited three times a day

until a bed
at the London comes free.

If she can't get up the stairs,

she will have to be nursed
on the sofa in the meantime.

Yes, Doctor.

I will prescribe morphine in
liquid form, for her to take

when necessary.

I do know when I'm being discussed.

Mater. Doctor's only trying to help.

She's right, Nurse.

Lady Browne, is there anything
you'd like to ask me?

Have a sip of water, Lady Browne.

You don't have to swallow,
just wet your lips.

How long have I got?

Weeks.

Many? No.

Days?

It's impossible to say.

I thought what was impossible to
say was the name of the disease.

People say
"inflammation of the liver".

Some people just call it
"the big C".

Never its name.

No.

Why?

Because it is the thing
that we fear the most.

Fear is the sentiment
I don't hold with. Ask her.

So.

Cancer.

The beast is named.

It's unlikely we'll ever tame it.

We can get it cornered...
for a while.

Chummy? Will you help me
to organise some sheets?

Roger, over and out.

I can remember you sewing a
baby's nightdress in that chair.

Yes. It wasn't to be.

What did you do with it?

I gave it to Sister Julienne.

Someone else's baby will
have it now.

I-I should have told
you about my breakdown.

We started out in silence.

Not able to speak.

And after I dared to write to you,

I thought, "Have I said too much?

"Or not enough?"

If I didn't speak of other things,
that was my weakness,

and my fault and I can only beg
you to forgive me.

I won't forgive you, Patrick.

Because you did nothing wrong.

I didn't speak
when I should've done.

I didn't let you
when I should've done.

But we're speaking now.

Let that be the thing that matters.

Sister Monica Joan, would you
like me to find your knitting bag?

Or I could help you wind some wool,
perhaps.

I find myself entirely
disinclined to knit.

There are enough tangles
already in my mind.

That's not true.

They are warm now.

And I fancy I detect my mother's
scent upon them.

Sweet violet...

..mingled with Wright's Coal Tar -
the latter from my hand.

Oh, I wish we had
made our peace sooner.

Your husband brought him down.

He's in the kitchen making
a cup of tea.

My husband does have a name, Mater.

We're quite content with formal
terms. We have an arrangement.

And furthermore,
I have come to a decision.

Sister, I want to
talk to you about Lady Browne.

A doctor called Cicely Saunders
has been exploring new ways

of caring for people
who are terminally ill.

She's based at St Joseph's Hospital
in Hackney, isn't she?

It's a hospice, Sister.

She advocates a different
kind of nursing.

It's not like a hospital at all.

The patient's family are
as important as the patient.

Do you think we should approach
St Joseph's,

and see if there's
a bed for Lady Browne?

I tried, but the beds are full.
At least for now.

It's such a shame!

We should aim to give everyone
the chance of a good death.

Sister Julienne, would you agree
to let me care for Lady Browne

until she passes away?

I'd like to implement some of
the principles of hospice care.

You're a midwife, Nurse Lee.

You were trained to bring life into
the world, not to help it to depart.

But surely they're both
equally important?

I've lost count of the number
of babies I've delivered, Sister,

and this would be
something new for me.

It's something
I feel very inspired by.

I can see that.

But if I were to take you away
from midwifery -

possibly for weeks -

the mothers and babies
of the district would suffer.

But Lady Browne is suffering.
And Chummy is suffering.

As it happens, Nurse Noakes
just telephoned to say that

Lady Browne has chosen to stay at
home with her until the end comes.

We will support them, and they
will support one another. Now,

we have been asked to take on some
pupil midwives from the London

for a day or two, whilst
their clinic is reorganised.

I am putting you in charge
of the arrangements.

MUSIC: "Hushabye" by The Mystics

♪ Hushabye, hushabye

♪ Oh, my darling, don't you cry

♪ Guardian angels up above

♪ Take care of the one I love

♪ Oh-h-h-h-h

♪ Hush, hush, hushabye

♪ Oh-h-h-h-h

♪ Hush, hush, hushabye

♪ Hushabye, hushabye

♪ Oh, my darling, don't you cry

♪ Guardian angels up above

♪ Take care of the one I love

♪ Oh-h-h-h-h

♪ Hush, hush, hushabye

♪ Oh-h-h-h-h

♪ Hush, hush, hushabye

♪ Pillows lying on your bed

♪ Oh, my darling, rest your head

♪ Sandman will be coming soon

♪ Singing you a slumber tune... ♪

Cynthia, there's a whole cake
in this tin.

I haven't seen that the entire
time I've been at Nonnatus.

Sister Monica Joan's at Chummy's all
the time, looking after Lady Browne.

We've got extra Horlicks
to go with it, too.

When I went upstairs, all
the pupil midwives were asleep.

Set 'em up, Joe!

One commode. All ship-shape
and Bristol fashion.

Right.

I think it will serve well
over there.

Perfect!

Would you like me to find you
a change of clothes?

You might feel more on top
of things in a pair of slacks.

I think not! I'm a nurse, old bean.

This is my armour.

The Plaza Suite is
open for business!

You take your time, Lady Browne.
There's no rush.

Once I'm up...

..I'm up, I suppose.

You'll have no reason to come down.

We've got it all laid on
for you up there.

Come on. Stairway To The Stars time.

The choir are absolutely
note perfect on Ave Verum Corpus.

The perfect choice
for the competition.

They could sing it
standing on their heads.

Might make it a bit more
interesting.

This one is just addressed to you,
but it looks official.

Is it about the baby?

No. It's from the festival.

The East Ham Singers are doing
Ave Verum Corpus.

No two choirs can sing the same
piece, and they entered first,

so we have to find another song.

Great(!)

By Saturday!

That's a lovely, steady heartbeat.
And Baby's head's well down.

But I can't see any signs that
labour's under way just yet,

especially now those twinges
have petered out.

I know it sounds silly, but I
was kind of in the mood for it!

Thank you.

Hello, Mr Heckford!
You're back from Gibraltar!

Ha-ha! Bless you, Nurse.
This is my cousin, Philip.

Would you like a coffee?

Yes, please.

Last time Nurse Lee was here,
she was admiring your painting.

Really?

Yes. I was.

And I win. Again.

This is a much better game
than bridge.

What did you say it was called?

Strip Jack Naked, your ladyship.

You know, I shouldn't object if you
called me by my Christian name.

Artemis?

Ghastly, isn't it? Sir Rex
used to call me Arthur, sometimes.

I think it was on account
of my large feet.

I passed them on to Camilla.

Had you ever noticed?

I love Camilla's feet.

Good.

I will not be defeated by this.
The choir have worked too hard.

If I find the right song,
they can sing it simply.

I won't need to rehearse them
too hard. Puff, please.

You can always have one of your own.

No, because that would make
me a smoker.

♪ May the good Lord bless
and keep you... ♪

Ah! Jim Reeves. Perfect!

You and Jim Reeves.

♪..When you are far away

♪ May you find that... ♪

This might just be a very
appropriate choice.

♪..Day to day... ♪

I feel like the princess
in The Princess And The Pea...

..floating up on layer upon
layer of mattresses.

It's probably the morphine.

It's the pillows.

I used to have a manicure once
a week in Rajputan.

We had Nivea cream
sent over by diplomatic bag.

I wouldn't mind a manicure today.

You don't want to bother with all
that fuss and nonsense.

Did I ever read you
The Princess And The Pea?

I'm not sure you did.

Perhaps I sent it to you
at boarding school.

The post in India was abominable.

So much got lost...on the way.

Mind the wet stairs now, Sister.

Don't want you tripping
over on them.

Out of my way. I am in search of
the most particular accoutrements.

Oh, Nurse Franklin, such unseemly
quantities of intimate apparel.

Sister Monica Joan?

Instead of skulking outside this
chamber, I suggest you enter,

and offer me your aid.
Is this Nivea?

I don't know but I reckon
that's for putting on your face.

I need Nivea. And nail paint.

Is that what you're looking for?

You are very slow to see what
is before you.

I think you should consult
an oculist.

I'm sorry to press-gang you
when you must be so busy.

But if we can't swell the numbers
of the choir, I don't think

the judges will even entertain such
a simple piece of music.

I think it's a terrific choice.

There's no reason why it has to be
a piece of classical music.

Quite. But we need more voices.

I want children, adults,
the elderly, all involved,

and singing side by side.
I like the sound of that.

Hello! Back again, like a bad penny.

Not at all.
Jeanette hoped it would be you.

M blank...

G, N, I, blank, blank, blank, E,
blank, blank, second word,

blank B, S, E, blank, S,
blank, O, blank.

Is it Magnificent Obsession?

Excellent! Full marks.

Philip! That was the last clue.
Now what are we going to do?

You could eat some of this toast
I just made.

Or maybe not.

I can't. I simply can't.

It's just too frivolous
when there is so much else to do.

But there's almost nothing else
to do. And little time.

I'm sorry, Sister...

But I can't...

I can't touch her.

Unless it's a nursing matter,
but even then...

I'm sorry. But it's true.

My mother and I
did not have a tactile union.

I did not regret it
when she was alive.

But now...

I think of Keats and how he cried...

Touch has a memory!

O say, love, say

What can I do to kill it

And be free?

You've never done that before.

Oh, I have...

When you were very, very tiny.

I've been going at it
all night, Nurse.

This baby is never going to come.

Jeanette.

Your contractions are coming every
five minutes, steadily and surely.

Baby's coming steadily
and surely, too.

I don't want it to come
steadily and surely.

I want it now. Sssh.

Or soon.

Let's set our hopes on "soon".
"Soon" seems very reasonable to me.

The tide is turning.

Time to lay aside your uniform.
Today, you are her child.

I'm still a nurse.
I know what that sound means.

That's it.
Good, now stay calm, Jeanette.

This is a good, strong contraction.
It will help you,

and it will help your baby
make its way into the world.

I can't face another night of this.
Ssh. Come on.

I can't. How long have I got?

Sorry, it's impossible to say.

Tell me what to do.

Telephone Nonnatus House, tell them
I've had a lady with

a very, very long first stage
and we need gas and air.

And a new midwife.

They're here.

Oh, look at you two.
Poor little chicks.

Are you the father? He's the cousin.

Out.

Right, case notes,
and then get your mac on.

I'm not a betting woman,

but I'll wager five bob you just
need a bit of blood sugar.

I don't suppose you could
force down a Creamline toffee?

No enema, I see. And you wonder why
things have stalled.

I told Nurse Lee I didn't want one...

Don't worry. You might just find
we've packed the wrong kit.

Off you pop. Get a bit of shuteye.

Will you let me
walk you back to the convent?

I know my way.
I'd know it blindfolded.

Nurse Lee, are you upset?

Um...

I've delivered so many babies
and I've never once not managed.

Never once failed to do what
I was trained for.

If it was just tiredness, I'd know
tomorrow would be better but...

Please. Let me walk you back.

Thank you but there's somewhere
I need to go first.

Put this on.

It's Mater's.

I love you.

'The departure of life
eclipses everything.

'When a death is good,
the room is filled with peace,

'and all the pain that
went before it is forgotten.

'Where there was mystery,
there is knowledge,

'where there was fear,
there is love.'

May I have everybody's attention.

As you know, Timothy has had to go
back for his sheet music,

which he forgot.
As soon as he arrives,

we will be catching the bus to
St Dacorum's church.

The fare will be sixpence each
way but if anyone

is in difficulties, will they please
talk to me or Mr Hereward.

At last!
I wondered what had kept you.

It was the adoption agency.
There was a phone call.

Thank you, Doctor. You're welcome.

Patrick. The adoption agency
have a baby girl.

They need us to go straight there.

Well, how much have they told you?

Hardly anything! Just that
the mother is only 16.

She was meant to be taking
the baby home with her,

but at the last minute her parents
have changed their minds.

That's terrible. Tim. That's why
they want a speedy settlement.

To spare further
trauma for those involved.

Mrs Turner shows great faith in us.

I can't even get them in a straight
line! Oi, stop that.

This is a community choir,

not a conga line
at the Hammersmith Palais!

And if you don't keep up,

my next weapon will be
the heel of my stiletto!

Charming(!) Go on!

Baby Jones is at the far
end of the room, on the right.

There's a little felt sunflower
attached to her cot.

Perhaps Master Turner would like
to wait in the office with me?

Do you want to go in alone?

No, Patrick.

This is the closest I'm ever going
to get to giving birth.

And I want, and I need,
you to be by my side.

What's she like?

Close your eyes.

Here's your mummy.

We have a daughter.

♪ May the good Lord
bless and keep you

♪ Whether near or far away

♪ May you find that long awaited

♪ Golden day today

♪ May your troubles all be small ones

♪ And your fortunes ten times ten

♪ May the good Lord bless
and keep you

♪ Till we meet again

♪ May you walk with sunlight shining

♪ And a bluebird in every tree

♪ May there be a silver lining

♪ Back on every cloud you see

♪ Fill your dreams with
sweet tomorrows

♪ Never mind what might have been

♪ May the good Lord bless
and keep you

♪ Till we meet again

♪ May the good Lord bless
and keep you

♪ Till we meet

♪ Till we meet again. ♪

Goodbye! Congratulations!

Good night.

Shall I give the winner's trophy to
Mrs Turner, or would you like to?

I don't think she'll even notice.

She's been given
the prize of a lifetime today.

The baby?

It's just such a magical thought.

These souls that have never met
being put together for a lifetime.

That's quite a deep
thought for a Saturday evening.

Well, it might surprise you to hear
this, but I'm quite a deep girl.

I know.

Why are we so low on
chloral hydrate?

It's a sedative,
not a pre-labour cocktail snack.

It should be administered sparingly!

Sisters. And ladies...

..Nurse Lee has some news for us.

I've handed my notice in.

Oh, I say!

I'm moving away to take up
a position as a Staff Nurse

at the Marie Curie Hospital.

I want to work with the dying.

And a cancer hospital
seems as good a place as any.

Are you absolutely sure, Jenny?

Yes.

It's what I feel called to do.

Right, Philip Worth, good luck.

I...

You look lovely.

Go on.

♪ I look at you... ♪

Thank you. Lovely.

♪..And I say to myself

♪ What more could I want... ♪

Come in. Thank you.

♪..if I had you? ♪

'I was leaving
midwifery behind but Nonnatus House

'was where my family lived
and I would love it forever.

'My time there had shaped me
as it shaped every life it touched.'

♪..My head in a cloud... ♪

The nightdress. You kept it?
For you. For better times to come.

♪..I look at you
and I say to myself

♪ What more could I want...? ♪

'I would marry Philip
Worth, though I did not know

'it then, and we would have two
daughters of our own.

'The young can't see what lies ahead

'and perhaps that is their blessing
and their sorrow.'

♪..I stand and I stare,
my head in a cloud... ♪

♪..I look at you

♪ And I say to my heart

♪ What chance would I have
while at...? ♪

'I never lost touch with the convent
or the friends I found there.

'Their story continued, as did
my desire to tell the wider world.

'For what is joy
if it goes unrecorded?

'And what is love
if it is not shared?'

- Stay safe. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.