All language subtitles for call.the.midwife.s03e03.hdtv.x264-tla-eng

Working as midwives
in London's East End,

we were no strangers to first light.

Or the half dark. When babies
arrived, we went to deliver them,

no matter what the hour.

But the Sisters rose at dawn
regardless every day.

Like us, they served their patients,
but also a greater cause.

Good morning, Nonnatus House,

Sister Julienne speaking.

If we were committed,
they seemed invincible.

But perhaps it was not always so.

What about a record?

Bach's Preludes and Fugues
are unsurpassed.

It's Chummy's birthday!
Not her funeral!

Besides, I think
she's got them already.

You won't do better than
Max Bygraves.

# When it's Spring again

# I'll bring again
Tulips from Amsterdam... #

What about
a night out at the pictures?

Oh, there's that wonderful thriller
I've heard about,

The Thirty Nine Steps.

Heard about or seen?

Nurse Miller, you're at the clinic
with Sister Lee.

Please have a look
at the Fletcher twins,

their mother was struggling
to feed them.

Nurse Franklin, you're with Sister
Winifred, and you have the...

Er, everyone?
If I could have your attention?

The unit who usually supply midwifery
to Holloway Women's Prison

have been struck down
by an outbreak of influenza.

The prison has been without care
for well over a week now,

and have asked us
to take over the roster

until usual service is resumed.

Nurse Franklin, I would like you
to accompany me.

Well, I dare say,
it will be quite fascinating

to be surrounded
by hardened criminals.

Most of the women who are locked up
are charged with petty theft,

fraud, prostitution.

But one thing's for sure,
it is no place to have a baby.

And yet have them they will.

Um, is this quite necessary?

I'm sure the rules are in place
for a reason.

You'd think WE were the criminals!
Are you the replacement midwives?

We are. I'll escort you
onto the wing.

Don't forget, you owe me!
Where's the water?

Get some water!

Oi, Mother Superior! Yours smell
like Parma violets, do they?

Oh!

Are you all right?

Baby back in your cell, is it?

Didn't your mother never tell you
it's rude to whisper?

Me first. If I don't get some Milk
of Magnesia, you'll all be sorry.

Stella Crangle?
Maureen Williams is the name.

We shall be seeing our patients in
alphabetical order, Miss Williams.

You'll have to wait your turn.

Stella Crangle? Yeah.

You think you're a cut above,

but you dropped your drawers
for a fella same as the rest of us.

Yeah, my fiance.
And I don't charge.

We booked at the theatre before
we knew we were off, you see?

And they're good seats, upper circle.

You wouldn't be stuck in the stalls.
No thanks, mate.

It's a good show.

Theatre tickets, you say?

I'd let them go for a snip
at this stage, say, ten bob each?

OK, five, but only because
we're stuck with them.

Half a crown and we're doing
business. All right!

Cheers.

Baby's heartbeat is excellent.

She's been kicking a lot lately,
I thought maybe something was wrong.

"She", is it? Just a feeling,
that's all.

Well, "she's" kicking
because she wants to come out.

If these dates are correct,
it makes you due any day now.

Oh, the dates are right.
My fiance was home on shore leave.

He's an Assistant Steward
with the Merchant Navy.

I'm sorry,
your notes are rather sketchy.

When did you last have a urine test?

Um, last month,
when the midwives were still here.

Well, it's about time you had
another one. Oh!

Gosh, you're looking ahead!

If you'd like to
pop behind the screen?

Take a seat, Mrs Stack.

Sorry, love,
take him for me, will ya?

Oh, if I don't get to the lav,
I'll have an accident!

There, now.
Who's got a runny nose?

Kathleen Baker,
I'm a bit late, I'm afraid.

I missed the bus.

Just take a seat, Mrs Baker.
I'll let Sister know you're here.

That's your Mrs Baker
finally arrived.

Thank you, Shelagh.

Getting some practice in, I see?

Yes. You seem a natural.

I'm simply doing my job,
Nurse Miller.

This is a baby clinic after all.

Ladies. I believe you're looking at
the answer to all your prayers.

Nurse Noakes' birthday present.

My Fair Lady,
Drury Lane, Saturday night.

And a special price,
just because it's you.

Oooh, Chummy loves a musical!
Never mind Chummy!

Just as well I've got my contacts
then. How much?

Say, ten bob each?

How about five?

I'd better get on with my patients.

At least poor Chummy won't know
what she's missed.

All right, half a crown apiece,
but you have to take all six.

Final offer.

It's important that you rest
from now on.

No exerting yourself. Oh!

June Small?

Gave birth ten days ago. "Difficult
labour" is all it says here.

Can you stand? Oh!
I'm ever so sore downstairs!

When did you last see a midwife?

Don't know. Not since they took
my baby, anyway.

Well, everything's looking
ship-shape for the baby.

But I can't say the same
for those varicose veins of yours.

They're worse,
particularly this one.

It must be very sore.

Especially in the evening. Sometimes
I can't sleep for the pain.

You're still wearing tight elastic
on your undergarments

and I thought I told you to choose
suspenders rather than garters?

You're restricting your circulation,
Mrs Baker.

My Stan likes a garter.

I doubt he likes the result.

He said I had the prettiest pins
in Poplar.

Now look at 'em!

I ordered you
some support stockings.

They should provide you
with considerable relief.

But they're so ugly!

Not half as ugly as bandages,
which is the alternative

if you won't wear these.

June Small should have been
seen daily.

Her stitches are woefully neglected.

She could have piped up
if she felt unwell.

I must insist that Mrs Small
is transferred to a hospital

where they have the resources
to treat her.

We'll call an ambulance
from reception.

And we will be coming in daily
from now on.

Daily?
Twice a week's what it used to be!

Well, you haven't had a midwifery
roster for some time.

And Miss Crangle needs regular
visits until she delivers.

You'd need to apply
direct to the Wing Governor.

I can't just go round
changing the rules.

Calm down, ladies! Calm down!
Calm down! Enough!

I'll telephone the Wing Governor.

Surely she will appreciate the hiatus
in care that has occurred.

Of course she must! In terms of
women's healthcare, we're in charge,

so I wouldn't mince your words.

Thank you, Nurse Franklin.

Your support today has been
most appreciated.

Well? How was it?

Absolutely horrid.
Even Sister Julienne was rattled.

And the stench!
You'll want to wash your uniform.

Ugh! And my hair and my shoes!

I wish I could climb into
that autoclave myself.

I'll tell you what might
cheer you up.

Tickets to My Fair Lady
for Chummy's birthday.

And you won't believe
the deal we got.

I know every word!

Go on, we'll unpack your bags.

Run yourself a nice hot bath
with plenty of salts.

Thank you,
are you sure you don't mind?

I...

..G...

I've soaked my uniform,
but I could happily burn it.

And after only one day,
how will we bear it?

The inmates must bear it,
for months or years on end.

I called in to see Chummy,
she's over the moon

and Mrs Torpy can sit for Freddie,
so Peter can come too.

Although that does still leave
one ticket spare.

What about Alec?

I don't know if it's
quite his thing, but I'll ask.

May we? To get us in the mood?

Of course.

I've lived through two World Wars
and the Blitz,

but I think Julie Andrews
might just polish me off.

# Oh, wouldn't it be lovely

# Lovely
Lovely

# Lovely
Lovely. #

Kathy? Just getting dressed, Stan.

No need on my account, gorgeous.

Cheeky!

I'd better get on down the dock.>

I haven't done your breakfast yet!

That's all right, love.
Just so long as I get a kiss.

Oh! Kathy? Ow!

Kathleen! Open the door!

Oh! I tripped is all...

Shelagh?

I thought I could send it
to The London without bothering you.

But it seems I need your signature.

It's a pregnancy test.

Shelagh, why are you trying
to do this on your own?

I had a dream for such a long time.
I know it's romantic...

There is nothing wrong
with being romantic.

I wanted to tell you
when I knew for certain.

I wanted to see your face
when I told you the news!

But you were foiled by bureaucracy?

We shall pretend
that this never happened.

And when you do tell me,
you just watch my face.

Patrick...

..I'm not sure
I'll be telling you anything.

Nothing feels as it should.

My cycle - or the lack of it -
suggests I might be expecting.

But nothing else does.

No nausea.

No other symptoms at all.

Not everyone feels unwell, Shelagh.

You know that as well as I do.

I sometimes feel
I don't know anything at all.

Come on. I've done the paperwork.
You get it sent off.

And then, one way or another,
we'll soon know for sure.

Yes.

We will.

All right, love? Yeah.

I'm sorry, Doctor doesn't start
surgery for another half an hour.

It's my wife, she's twisted
her ankle, and you know,

what with her condition, I thought
I'd drop her off on my way to work.

Don't worry, I'll see you now.

I should've worn the support
stockings the midwife gave me.

I know that now. And those high heels
won't be helping.

Oh! I can hardly walk, let alone cook
and clean, and now I've banged it!

This won't do at all.

For you or for baby.

I'm going to book you
into the Maternity Home

for the remainder of your pregnancy.

But what will my husband think?

He won't find me attractive no more!

I don't want him to see!
I'll explain.

Your blood pressure is higher
than we'd like,

it's safest all round to keep you
under observation.

I specifically told the officer
it was urgent,

and we would be attending
this morning.

Well, it's not in the log book
and you're not on the list.

Nevertheless, here we are.

And we must insist upon
seeing our patients.

Prisoners are all on work duty,
I'll have to round 'em up.

Surely Miss Crangle isn't working?

I prescribed complete bed rest
from now on.

Miss Crangle is to work up until
her time like everyone else.

That's the rules.

Well this rule,
I'm afraid, must be broken.

No point in making a meal of it.

Soon as it's out,
they'll have it off ya,

quick as you can say "unfit mother".

Well, I'm not! Well, fiance or not,
there ain't no ring on your finger.

There will be. You're just jealous.
What, of a stuck-up cow like you?

Give it a year,
you'll be back in this place,

asking me for tricks of the trade.
Over my dead body.

That can be arranged!
Look, I don't want any trouble...

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Break it up! Calm down, ladies!
Calm down!

What on earth is going on?

She started it! Banging on
about her precious fiance!

That's a lie!

Thinks she's Lady Muck cos she's got
a fella on the outside!

Don't change the fact
she's been charged with theft!

Back to you cell! Show's over!

My Fair Lady? You needn't come
if it isn't manly enough for you.

I'd come to a meeting of the WI
if you were going to be there.

I'd better go before Mrs Goldman
finds out I'm here.

It won't be like this forever,
Jenny.

Soon as I've saved enough, I'll be
finding a place of my own to rent.

And, maybe, you could help me look?

I might, if you're lucky.

I really had better go, I'll be late
for my next appointment.

I can't believe
such a heavily pregnant woman

is still made to work.

I want the pay,
I'm saving for the baby.

Hello, Stella. Sister. Nurse.

Tom Hereward, I'm the Chaplain
on rotation for the month.

Can I give you a hand?

You could help see to it that
Miss Crangle is confined to her bed

until further notice.

Whatever the prison rules state,
her health is at risk,

and that of her unborn baby.

You hear that, Stella?
That's an order.

and I won't hesitate to tell tales
if I have to.

Come on, Miss Crangle,
Let's get you back to your room.

Heartbeat's fine.
Baby's moving well.

Everything seems to be on track.

So, no harm done, thankfully.

Why don't you go on ahead,
Nurse Franklin?

I'm not thick, you know.

It's just our orphanage kept
getting bombed out.

You're certainly not alone in having
your education disrupted by the war.

I've got my meeting coming up
with the Board soon.

Well, they can take your baby away,
if they think you're no good.

I want to prove that
I can better myself.

Your desire to learn is admirable,
but,

if you were to put the loop of
the P at the top, like a head

rather than a foot, you'd have much
more success with the word "play".

I'm not a thief, neither, Sister.
I swear.

I was only borrowing a few things

just to tide me over
until Joe came back.

I'm not here to pass judgement.

But I want you to know!
I want the Board to know!

If they think I'm an unfit mother,
they'll take my baby, won't they?

You've made a mistake, but
you have a fiance on the outside.

But me and Joe won't actually be
married before the baby's born.

Would they take her for that?

I'm sure you'll find your way.

How's the patient?

Overtired and overdue.

Your attentions are a comfort,
I'm sure.

Stella isn't inclined
to ask for help herself.

She asked for reassurance
about the fate of her child.

But I know nothing
about prison procedure.

She will have seen other mothers
lose their babies,

it's only natural for her
to be fearful.

But this is her first offence,
she's not a prostitute or a drunk.

Like Maureen Williams,
the woman who attacked her?

Maureen is very angry
with the world. And no wonder.

This is the third time
she's been charged with soliciting

and the second baby
she will have had removed.

She's still only 24.

Are you finished, Sister?

For the moment. She's resting.

Well, she'll have to "rest" later.

Right, up you get!

What is going on?

She's to see the Wing Governor
about fighting in the work room.

I've got terrible heartburn.
Surely this isn't necessary!

I've got my orders!
Then I insist on coming too.

Gently does it.

I'll put these cases
in the cupboard later.

Better leave the rollers out,

I'll need to
fix my hair before Stan comes.

I think the priority at the moment
is to get that leg of yours

treated with a kaolin poultice.

I'm afraid the paste does smell
a bit. Ugh!

I've got varicose veins,
swollen ankles, stretch marks,

and the last time I coughed too hard,
I only went and wet my drawers!

Those are all perfectly normal
things during pregnancy.

Me and Stan have only been
married nine months,

but I don't feel that... Ow!

I don't feel like the girl
he fell for anymore.

I'm sure that's not the case.
I know it sounds daft,

but Stan could have had his pick
of the girls and he chose me.

I don't want to disappoint him.

How could you
when you're having his child?

I suppose it's because
I love him so much.

Oh, I'm just terrified of losing him.
Know what I mean?

Maureen Williams is a known pest,
but you, Stella?

If it wasn't for your condition,

you'd be on your way to the
punishment block.

I will not tolerate
violence on my wing.

Well, I was only defending myself.
I beg your pardon,

but I was there to witness Miss
Crangle being pushed to the ground.

Thank you, Sister, but you are here
in a medical capacity

and do not understand prison life.
This will go on your record, Stella,

and I don't need to tell you it will
reflect badly on you with the Board.

The Children's Welfare Officer
certainly won't be impressed.

Oh, it's not fair!
You have no family, no home.

And in the absence of any word
from your fiance...

Well, I'm only allowed
one letter a month!

Joe was already away
when I was sentenced!

If he'd have known,
he'd never have gone!

Well, I can look after my baby
until he gets back.

I've been saving my pay.

Six shillings and four pence.
How far will that get you?

Why won't anyone help me?

Why won't you help me?

I'm afraid I must insist on
taking my patient back to her bed.

Why don't I take it
straight to the clinic

and let Nurse Miller sort out
what's worth keeping?

Everything has to be taken
to the dining room

for my personal inspection.

Nurse Miller might overlook
something priceless.

She feels betrayed, and no wonder.

For all intents and purposes,
she's alone in this world.

In which case,
don't we, of all people,

have a responsibility to her?

Sister, you've said it to us all
in the past. We can't save everyone.

But she isn't "everyone".

She is one young woman,
desperate to keep her child.

It's nearly time
for Compline, Sister.

I must finish evaluating
these donated volumes.

Or I risk sending
inappropriate material

to the young in our community.

And filling our own archives
with fairytales.

Although, many a fairy tale provides
insight into the darker aspects

of our existence on this earth.
And the lighter.

Hook is a monster!

But he is defeated by Peter,
the dreamer and eternal child.

Perhaps we should keep it
at Nonnatus House

for our own spiritual nourishment.

Don't we have plenty to nourish our
spirits within these walls, Sister?

I think we should let it
enrich someone else's soul.

Patrick. I think
the test results are in.

Do you want to open it?

No.

Negative.

A negative THIS time.

There's something wrong. It's been
three months since my last cycle.

Three months with NOTHING?
Are you sure?

I marked it in my diary.

And things were erratic before then.

Starting when?
When I was in the sanatorium.

TB is a serious illness.
It does change things.

Doesn't it?

Leave this with me.

Here's another one, Kathleen.

I can't. Yes, you can. Here.

Nice deep breaths for me.

Right, are you ready?
Can you feel it coming?

Good! Good.

Push! Push for me!
Good girl, that's it!

Keep that going, good...

Good. That's it, Kathleen, good.

You're doing famously.

Yes, of course, thank you. Bye.

Shelagh?

Did I ever mention
my friend Ted Horringer to you?

Is he a gynaecologist? Yes.

He spent time in New York,
but now he's back

and practising in Harley Street.
Harley Street?

He can do an exploratory operation
that isn't available at the London.

He says he'll see you,
if that's what you want.

I want to know, Patrick.

I want to know
if there's something wrong,

and if there is, to make it right.

So do I. Nobody ever lost anything
by looking for the answers.

No.

Doctor, would you mind
checking Mrs Baker?

The baby's big, and she's been
struggling for a while.

I'll fetch your gown.

This should settle your stomach.

I'm starting to think that she just
wants to stay put where she's safe.

And who can blame her?

It must be very lonely for you,
with all this happening

and your fiance away.

He'll be back.
But you don't know when?

I only wish I did.

I've been thinking about
your troubles, my dear,

and I'd like very much like
to help you,

to improve your chances
at the Board meeting.

I think you've probably mastered
Dick and Dora, now.

And this is a jolly good story, as
well as being a more advanced read.

I can help you with it.

I rang for permission,
before bringing it in.

It's yours to keep.

One day, God willing,
you shall read it to your child.

There was some slight deflection

that corrected with
the last contraction.

There's another contraction coming,
Kathleen.

Are you ready?

Perineum is buttonholing.
You were right, Sister Lee.

Baby is very big.

Pant, now, Mrs Baker. I'm just going
to help baby on its way.

Is that my Kathleen? It sounds like
she's being torn limb from limb.

I know you're worried,
but it's all part of childbirth.

You're telling me that's normal?

It's the most natural thing
that could be.

Jesus wept!

Doctor will call you
when your wife's ready.

I'll fetch you a cup of tea.

And, Mr Baker, congratulations.

Yes!

It's a girl, Stan.

My girl!

I must look a fright.

No, you look fine, love.
You did brilliant.

I'm going to be sick.

I'll go back to the house
and get her some things.

# I could have danced all night... #

Campari, meet Jenny and Cynthia!
Jenny and Cynthia, meet Campari!

Oh, it's horrible!

Hmm. You both have such
conservative palates!

I think it's perfectly delicious.

I thought you were on call
when we get back? I can have one.

What-ho? Room for one more?
Hello, birthday girl!

Chummy! Oh, many happy returns!

Happy birthday! I thought
we were meeting you there?

Peter was an absolute dear,
and secretly asked Mrs Torpy

if she'd come early!

He knows it's the getting-ready part
I've missed the most.

Clearly. Take a seat, please.

You need volume.
Volume at the roots.

If one can lift the hair,
it takes the whole face with it.

Trixie, leave her alone!
You look as lovely as ever, Chummy.

I've always envied your complexion.

Campari?
You might have to hold your nose.

Ooh! Right, look at me.
Cynthia's quite right, of course.

Your skin is positively peach-like.

But no girl should neglect herself,
or the bloom will go!

I've only ever been on nodding terms
with one's inner glamourpuss.

And trying to apply lipstick whilst
changing Young Sir's napkin

has been known to backfire horribly!

And don't go smirking at me,
Nurse Lee! It'll be you next.

We've all seen the way Alec looks
at you. Absolutely we have.

It's rather like
the way Fred Astaire

looks at Audrey Hepburn
in Funny Face.

Alec can look at me
any way he likes!

It doesn't mean I'll be
manhandled down the aisle.

You say manhandled
as though it's a bad thing!

Alec and I are entirely
happy as we are!

If there's any change of plan,
I'll see you're informed

in a timely manner. Now, I'd be very
grateful if you'd pass the nuts.

I've eaten them all.

I was trying to help
the Campari to go down.

Fear not! I tried my hand
at making Cheddar straws.

Every single attempt
ended in complete disaster.

So I popped to the corner shop
and got a box of Twiglets.

Ooh!

Happy birthday, Chummy.

Cheers! Cheers!

Cheers!

What do they actually do
up there for so long?

Mysterious, fragrant things
that can't be rushed.

I just put a suit on.

Maybe you should have given it
the once-over first.

Oh, no!
I've just had this dry-cleaned!

Did your hand slip
with the Brylcreem?

It's probably something
to do with Freddie.

There's this thing with babies.
There's a sort of...slime that
comes out of them.

And never just out of places
you expect.

He's just had a cold.
I think this might be nasal.

Fun, though.

Having a kid? Yes.

Most fun I've ever had.

Anyway, you'll do.

Thanks. Do you want Camilla
to wash that for you?

No, no, no, no. I might need it,
in case I cry at My Fair Lady.

Goodness me!
Aren't we the lucky fellas?

Yes. We certainly are.

I'm never sure about wine gums.

I always feel as though they've got
stuck in my chest, halfway down.

Have a choc-ice instead.

Why don't we have wine gums now,
and a choc-ice in the interval?

It would seem rather improper
to have a choc-ice
before the show's even started!

It's your birthday, Chummy!

You can a have a choc-ice before,
during and after if you want to!

Can't she, Trixie?

She can do whatever she likes.
We all can.

How much have we got?

I say, old thing.
You look a wee bit peely-wally.

Is everything all right? I'm sorry.
I should've had another Campari.

It's spending all day
in that beastly prison.

And the thought of being
on call tonight.

I'm almost looking forward to that!

If I get called out, it will be
to a home, where - however mean

and shabby it is - I'll deliver
a baby that's been born of love,

and has some
sort of a chance in life.

Trixie, you know
this job as well as I do.

We see heartbreak all the time,
but we can't afford to dwell on it.

We must keep forging on, giving
our best to each case as it comes.

I know. You're quite right.

That's the girl.

Very well, ladies!

What's the verdict on the wine gums,
or is the jury still out?

Actually, we worked out that

if we pooled our resources we had
enough for a box of chocolates!

Mmm! Perfect!
How much do I owe you?

Ladies, I'm terribly sorry, but
it seems there's been a bit of...

A misunderstanding.
And that's putting it politely.

Oh, it's bally rotten luck.

And we so rarely get an evening pass
away from Young Sir.

Poor Fred getting duped like that.

Poor Fred? We paid good money for
those tickets. And Fred didn't have
to stand there like a fool

as the box office practically
accused him of counterfeiting.
And me a policeman!

I should have known -
the paper was too thin.

Well, hindsight's no use to us
right now.

Well, the night is still young.
As my ayah used to say,

"Bahaar jaake mazza karro".

Which roughly translated, means

"One can always make one's own
entertainment."

I know what would entertain me
right now. A pint of bitter.

Mm! And a game of darts?

Yeah! Ooh, we could form teams
and play for stakes.

We'll pair off. Jenny and me,
you two, and the Noakes.

Hard luck, old bean.

I think we'll hold our own.

78.

A bit rusty, I'm afraid.
Should have got the triple.

Chummy, you're a wonder!

Dark horse, more like.

We had a rec hall at the mission
in Sierra Leone.

I rather got the hang of it.

I'll say. All bets off.

We've been hoodwinked
for the second time tonight.

Not so fast, mister.
I could be your secret weapon.

Steady on!

I think the secret's out.

Do you want to swap partners?
Too late!

Ah, I wouldn't be so fickle anyway.
I'm a stayer, me.

Ooh!

To be honest, I'd have rather spent
the evening playing darts anyway.

You should have said no
in the first place, then.

And miss an evening out
with the woman I love?

Is that OK to say?
That I love you?

Thank you. I'd better go.

You're back early. Don't ask.
Stella Crangle's waters have broken.

She's been moved to the prison's
own hospital wing.

Just let me get changed.

I'll put the kettle...on.

Cocoa? How did you know?

What happened? Did you and Alec row?

No. Not really.

He said he loves me.

But that's wonderful! Isn't it?

I don't know.
I don't know how I feel about it.

But you have such fun together.
I thought you were really keen.

So did I.

But I'm young. I don't want to get
married and have children yet.

He didn't propose!

No. He's not likely to now.

What did you say?

Nothing.
I just pretended he hadn't said it.

Oh! Well...

I'm hardly an expert when it comes
to men, but I'm fairly sure

that chocolate usually takes
the edge off when things go wrong.

Thank you.

We're here, Stella.
There's nothing to worry about.

Crowning. The baby's coming, Stella.

They left it very late to call us.

Well done, Stella -
we can see baby's head.

Now it's very important
that you don't push.

You're a very brave girl, Stella.

That's it, keep on panting.

Well done. That's it!

That's it! The head's out.

Now we need one last push, Stella!

That's it!

Here she comes!

Except it's a boy!

It's a boy?

Yes. I've got a boy?

Well done!

Hello!

Hello.

Long night?

Sister Evangelina was right.
Prison's no place to have a baby.

Not that the little one knew,
thank goodness.

There's toast warming for you.

Come on! In you come.

Er, about My Fair Lady. Sister
Evangelina told me what happened.

I've said it before
and I'll say it again.

If a thing looks too good to be
true, then likely it is.

We want our money back, Fred.

Yes, er, the thing is,
you might have to wait a while.

Ugh! He's spent it.
I will reimburse you.

You and your schemes, honestly!

Hang on a minute! Scheme or no,

you were just as keen to get
your hands on a bargain as anyone.

I should have just given them
to you girls in the first place.

You should have stayed away from
nefarious personages on the dock,
Fred Buckle.

I suggest you all just
put it down to experience.

Is Sister Julienne in her office?

She's gone back
to the Women's prison. Already?

Oh, no!

Just hold him like this,
and offer him the breast. There.

Ah, there! What a good boy you have.

They say I'm allowed a character
witness at my hearing tomorrow.

I was hoping that you might
agree to vouch for me.

I'd like to help in any way I can.

I'm going to name him Peter.
Like in the book you gave me.

Cos he's my magic boy.

Not Joe, after his father?

Peter Joseph.

Is Joseph his given name? Only
I've been trying to track him down,

and I can't find any record
of a Joe or a Joseph Dixon.

If I had the correct information,
I might be able to er...

Oh, no!

Please!

I can't help you
if you don't tell me the truth.

You can run, but you cannot hide.

Oh, an egg!

Oh! I've got nits!

Well, technically, so far, you've
got one louse and its unborn child

but the day is still young.

Ugh, that ghastly prison!

From now on, I'm wearing a wimple
when I go in.

I'll fetch you some olive oil
and a shower cap.

Unless you'd prefer it
if I shaved your head completely?

Ugh!

I didn't want to lie -
I didn't know what else to do.

Did you not think
they would find out?

Well, I thought
if I could prove myself respectable
before I was released,

they might help me get
my old lodgings back. Or put me
in one of those homes,

just until I found a job
and a place of my own.

With a newborn baby
and a criminal record?

Please, Sister!

Don't tell them, please.
They already think I'm trouble.

I'm sorry, I can't lie for you,
Stella.

I believe her motives for lying were
honourable. She's desperate.

She is also a hair's breadth away

from being guilty of a further
criminal offence.

I was about to register her baby's
birth with false information.

To do so, knowingly, is illegal.

At least Miss Crangle has made
things simple for the hearing.

I'll find you a vase.

She's a belter, isn't she?

I thought maybe we could call her
Eleanor. After your mum.

Ow!

Sorry, love! Sorry. No, no, I'm
sorry. I had to have a few stitches.

You don't want to know about that.

I just can't stand it,
that's all, you know.

I'll be back on my feet
before you know it.

And I'll get my figure back,
I promise.

You'll have bed rest
like the midwife says,

and you'll let me take care of you
for once. But I thought...

No, yesterday, when I saw you
lying there...

..what you'd been through...

..it made me feel totally helpless,
like I'd let you down.

So what did I do? I just ran off
like a proper coward.

I'll never let you down again,
Kathleen. Not you, nor our daughter.

I love you, Stanley Baker.

And I reckon I must be
the luckiest woman in the world.

Oh, no! Flat tyre?

I'm afraid so.
I had to walk most of the way home.

You all right, Sister?

I confess that at times,

the suffering of others
is hard to bear, Fred.

She has no hope of a place
in a single mother's home, now.

Her baby will be taken, and
most likely end up in an orphanage.

I suppose she was only doing
what she had to,

to keep hold of the nipper.

I don't doubt that.
I just couldn't collude in a lie.

I know I would have done anything
to have looked after my girls

when their mother was killed.

I even considered
deserting the army for a bit.

I thought my heart would break
from worrying about them.

Two years it was, they was
shunted from relative to relative.

But...

..I suppose I was lucky
to have any help at all.

Stella Crangle has no-one, now.

You did your best, Sister.
Have I, though?

You'll all have to get checked,
I'm afraid.

And I'll wash your bedding
with mine, just in case.

Here, I'll help you.

But it's your evening off.

I'm not doing anything else.

I don't know what's wrong with you,
Jenny Lee.

You could be out with a perfectly
charming dish of a man,

and you'd rather boil the nits
out of bed sheets.

But just for now, I'm glad of it.

But your colleague did say there was
a position open in the canteen.

I understand,
but I have had a long association

with your organisation,
and I would personally guarantee...

No luck?

It's bad enough when they know
Stella has an illegitimate child.

When I tell them
she'll have a criminal record,
they stop listening.

So much for human charity
and forgiveness.

Well, I for one am not giving up
until I have to.

Hello, stranger.

Alec!

Sorry, I've got to get on.

Sure. Just so long
as you're not avoiding me.

Course not! Just been busy.

Look, if it's about what I said
the other night - scratch it.

How I feel should be a nice thing

but if it's made you feel
uncomfortable, let's start again.

Jenny Lee - I really,
really like you.

I really, really like you too,
Alec Jesmond.

Well, that's fine, then.

How would you like to go
to the theatre on Saturday night?

My Fair Lady, front circle.

You're joking! And this time
the tickets are squeaky clean.

Just don't tell the others,
or we'll have a riot on our hands!

I won't even be leaving
the building.

Ted has offered me his sitting room,

and 50-odd back copies
of The Lancet.

Patrick, I'll be under anaesthesia!
And you have patients to attend to.

I am not leaving you alone.

I'm never alone. I'm married to you.

Miss Crangle has stated her case.

But we are not here to ascertain
whether or not she wishes to care

for her baby on her release
but whether or not she is able.

And since it transpires
that the fiance turns out to be

a figment of her imagination...

A wilful lie, Mr Russell.

One that was exposed by her own
character witness who has failed

to appear at this hearing.

Yes. Well, I fear we have no choice.

Officer, would you take the prisoner
back to her cell

whilst we review our decision?

Miss Crangle is due for release
in a fortnight.

Perhaps it is best if we take
custody of the baby immediately.

Give her time to recover.

Stella?

Sorry.

I'm sorry I'm late. There was an
urgent telephone call I had to make.

Er, this is Sister Julienne,
Stella Crangle's midwife

and character witness.

I'm afraid you've had a wasted
journey. The decision has been made.

We must consider the best
interest of the child.

I am convinced the interests
of the child are best-served

by endeavouring to help
Miss Crangle.

I realise you have developed
something of a bond with the
prisoner.

Throughout my career I have had
to help facilitate the painful

separation of mother and child.

I do not come from a position
of ignorance or sentimentality.

I have rarely met a young woman
more determined,

though life has given her
so little in return.

We have precious few places
in funded homes, Sister,

and there are more worthy
candidates.

I have found her a place
at the Mother's Hospital in Hackney.

Not as a patient, of course
but as a cleaner - with board

and lodgings, and on-site nursery
facilities for her baby.

Are they aware of
her criminal record?

Indeed. But they know me
and trust my word.

They are ready to receive her upon
her release, should you agree.

That's my girl.

Is it over?

All done.

Ah! No sitting up, Matron's orders.

And I'm telling you,
she's an absolute Tartar.

Did you see Mr Horringer?

Have a bit more sleep.
We can talk later.

Now.

There is scar tissue
throughout the pelvic organs.

It seems the TB wasn't
just in your lungs.

Is he sure?

There will be a tissue biopsy.

But all that can do is prove it.

I know there's no hope.
You don't need to tell me.

I'm sorry.

Don't say that.

So many dreams came true.

Just not all of them.

You can't have him.
Come now, Miss Crangle.

Get away from my baby! Stella...
You're a lucky woman, Miss Crangle.

Sister Julienne
has found you a home.

You and Peter can stay together.

Sorry to bother you.
We booked at the theatre

before my Uncle George passed,
you see. Good seats! Upper circle.

There's been a bereavement
in our family. I wonder
if you could help us?

Got some theatre tickets. We have
theatre tickets. Dress circle.

Excuse me, sorry to trouble you.
There's been a bereavement...

Good seats. Dress circle.

Excuse me! May I have a word?
Of course.

# Slumber warm when night winds blow

# May you always live with laughter

# For a smile becomes you so... #

'Hope is a thing
of extraordinary power.

'It feeds the soul
and yet it can torment it.'

# May the bluebird
sing your song... #

'It can be dashed,
yet it can show the way.'

Missed you.

Missed you too.

'We learned all this
and more in Poplar.

'We learned about justice
and forbearance.'

# May no tears be spilled... #

'And friendship.'

# May old acquaintance
be remembered... #

'And what it meant to help somebody
move from darkness...

'..into light.'

# May you always be a dreamer

# May your wildest dream come true

# May you find someone to love

# As much as I love you

# May your heartaches
be forgotten... #

You're looking a little tired.
Are you getting enough rest?

You sound like my mother!

No! Not yet.

It's 12 years
since she left this flat.

Oh, I just don't seem to feel
the same joy that others do.

I don't suppose you'd like to come
with me to Brighton this weekend?

I've had some memorable
weekends in that hotel.

I'm sure it will all be
perfectly proper.

You've no business talking to her
about our weekend plans.

It was a joke!

# May you find someone to love

# As much as I love you. #