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We speak of the dawn of a new day

as though it is a wholly welcome thing.

But there are times when
dawn breaks into darkness...

.. forcing us to face the
things we never knew we'd see.

Cup of tea for you.

Drink it while it's hot.

This time last year
there was a wedding dress

hanging from that picture rail.

What I said to you when we arrived
in South Africa still holds good.

There are three things you need
when you arrive in a foreign

country -- a scrub-up, a shave
and a visit to the khazi.

I'm not in a foreign country, Fred.

I'm in my own home.

In a place where I've lived for years.

- It just, er...
- It feels like somewhere

where you've never been before.

Now, you're big enough and ugly
enough to make your own khazi

and scrub-up arrangements.

The shave you need to leave to me.

We recount old beats of other stories.

We retrace our steps, take refuge
in echoes of that which is familiar.

We follow custom and ritual
because we have no map.

We reach out blindly.

We cannot see the path and, far from home,

we cling to the way these
things are always done.

♪ Be still my soul

♪ When change and tears are past

♪ All safe and blessed

♪ And we shall meet at last. ♪

Please be seated.

Before we move out into the
churchyard for the committal

proceedings, Barbara's great
friend and colleague Phyllis Crane

will read a short poem to
help us to gather our thoughts.

- Sorry. - Oh. Please don't
take the little one out.

None of us objects to the
sound of a crying child.

"If I should die and
leave you here awhile,

"be not like others sore undone, who keep

"long vigils by the
silent dust, and weep."

"For my sake -- turn again to life

"and smile..."

".. nerving thy heart
and trembling hand to do

"something to comfort
weaker hearts than thine."

"Complete these dear
unfinished tasks of mine

"and I, perchance may
therein comfort you."

- Vi?
- No, thank you.

What's happened to Phyllis?

She said she was going
upstairs to get changed.

Oh.

Off you pop.

I've been called out
to a Mrs Olive Mawson.

Nine months along, staying
with family in the district.

Are you going to go downstairs, Phyllis?

I've never found grief and a cold
spread to be an easy combination.

The service itself is trial enough.

Your reading gave people
a great deal of comfort.

Tom chose it.

It seemed apt.

We've got work to do, haven't we?

The world doesn't stop.

Has it started?

Your daughter's fine for now, Mr Hodgkiss.

You can go to work.

Go.

- They're what we call Braxton
Hicks contractions, precious. - Mm.

You have to think of it as Mother
Nature tuning up her orchestra.

Try to relax a little.

I thought I'd feel calmer when
I moved back in with my dad.

How about I make a cup of tea and
you tell me why you did that?

We're lucky the funeral didn't clash

with Angela's birthday party,

but I've still got my work cut out
to get everything done by tomorrow.

Can't you just buy it all from a shop?

We have to get back to the
business of life, Patrick.

And everything else, it's the
opposite of the pain and the grief

and the loss we saw today.

I feel as though I'll drown if
I don't do something positive.

Can I help?

You can pass me things
down off the high shelves.

Starting with the bunny blancmange
mould and my piping nozzles.

Then go and change your tie before
you head back to the surgery.

My husband...

was seeing another woman.

I turned a blind eye.

It was easy enough, as
long as I ignored it.

But then I couldn't ignore it any longer.

Excuse me.

Oh, hello, Uncle Donald.

Ironing service.

Dad's already gone to work.
You done his shirt for today.

Well, he... he'll need
a clean one tomorrow.

Sorry, Nurse.

Unexpected visitor.

The laundry basket's
on the draining board.

Uncle Donald was in the Navy.

Makes men quite handy, life at sea.

Mr Hereward.

Your parents say they're
ready to leave when you are.

I'm not sure I want to go with them now.

I think it might be preferable
to spending time alone.

I've got years to do that, haven't I?

Did you know that Barbara's
name is still on the call

board in the clinical room?

Chalk doesn't rub out as
completely as you think.

I'll go with my parents.

And next week I will come back...

.. and I will start again.

Why... won't you... work?

I cannot obtain access
to the television news.

Have the angels abandoned us completely?

Ready?

And wait for Daddy to say when.

One, two...

.. three -- NOW!

Sorry.

Come on, everyone! Let's try that again.

Dad, can I have a go?

Indeed! My response would be
to say that I find your attitude

highly presumptuous.

And that you won't receive
an answer from this practice

until the matter's been
discussed with Dr Turner.

Have I been called out?

No. That was the Officer for Health,

needing to speak urgently,
and informing us

that Warkworth Street maternity
home is to be closed down.

Still, Dr Gillies should have
been put out to pasture years ago.

He's apparently moving to
a modernised group practice

in Lewisham and most of his
patients, including his

mothers-to-be, are being referred
to us with immediate effect.

Shelagh, our maternity home
has only got four beds.

The children are going to
finish their jelly and cream

and have a lovely game
of oranges and lemons,

then we'll come up with a plan.

Oh.

Something the matter, Phyllis?

My back.

I thought I felt something go

when I bent down to pick up
some soil beside the grave.

If we were to take on this caseload,
it means that there would be

more than 30 extra babies
due in the next month alone.

Dare I ask whether Warkworth Street have

passed on details of all
their discarded patients?

Unfortunately, no.

But we do have this.

Ooh, would you like me to fetch
you some embrocation, Nurse Crane?

No, I would not!

I would like you and your colleagues

to put together as many additional
home-delivery packs as we may

now require and await
further instructions.

Yes, Nurse Crane.

Hello, er, television repairs.

I've had reports of ghosting
and a very loud whistle.

I take it you've tried
wiggling the aerial?

I haven't tried any remedy at all.

Your mind has been fixed
on matters of great sadness.

But our young friend has passed
to a better place than this

and leaves behind a world more
in need of prayer than ever.

That is why I require untrammelled

access to the television news,

so that we know who to pray for.

I wish you luck with that.

Your cathode ray tube's gone.

Oh.

I'm afraid you're slightly early, madam.

Has anyone taken your ticket?

I surmise you're what is
known as the commissionaire.

No, I'm the projectionist.

Please be advised that
my interest is entirely

confined to the news reel,

which is surely a public service

and therefore complimentary?

It's generally considered complimentary,

as long as you've paid to
see the main attraction.

What is that?

It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World.

A philosophical treatise, perhaps.

I'm sure my order will pose no objection.

My daughter Olive's under
your midwives at the moment.

- Oh. - Hm! I'll see you're
provided with refreshments.

Perfect! This is just the right
time of year for planting tulips.

You see, the soil's cold,

so the bulbs don't get
bothered by the fungus

and all them creepy-crawlies in the soil.

Your mum's going to love these.

Nurse Barbara looks lonely.

No. She's got your mum to
keep her company, hasn't she?

But my mum was old.

The latest fashion, that's what
Kathy Victoria's looking for,

but quite frankly that speckled
toffee and cream ensemble

doesn't seem to make it.

It's too thick to lie flat
enough with a double fold.

And here's where the
newest fashion trick...

Good afternoon, ladies.

We'll be running things
slightly differently today.

Everyone who normally attends this
clinic should go to Sister Julienne

at the table on the right, and if
you were previously looked after at

Warkworth Street, you are to see me,
so that you can be re-registered.

Please have your co-op card ready.

Doctor will need to see anyone who's new.

Can I smuggle a cup of tea
in for you, Nurse Crane?

Or would you rather have a
gratis selection of functional

lumbar vertebrae?

Another one with more
sugar than Shirley Temple.

I don't think one of these women
from Warkworth Street has been

properly monitored.

My mum said you'd want to see my wee.

Ooh, crunchy peanut butter.

I prefer the smooth myself.

I hope you've washed that jar out.

Or else your urine will be
chock-full of protein before

we even start.

You're lovely and perky
for a first-time visitor.

Some people find it all a bit daunting.

I've had long enough
to get used to the idea.

I kept hoping it would go away.

Hmm. Hope doesn't really
help in these cases.

How long have you been married?

I'm not. My mum lent me
her ring for coming here.

And where is she today?

On a shift at the sugar works.

We made up our minds, I'm
not keeping the baby.

I'll talk to the social worker.

Good.

Nurse...

.. how long does it take
to get a council flat?

There are waiting lists.

But I can get you the forms.

- You aren't thinking of going back
to your husband, then? - Oh, no. No.

I'm just not sure this is going to
be a very good house for a baby to

live in.

Myrna?

- Myrna? - I am not my
mother, Uncle Donald!

Oh.

Your father really loves her.

Where are your trousers?

You will catch your death
going around like that, sir.

I think you're forgetting

- it's November.
- Hm? Ge...

Let me get this gentleman organised,
then we can find a way ahead.

Ow, ow, ow! Ow! Ow!

Don't panic.

That will be just another one
of those practice contractions.

The gentleman's name is Donald Chapman

and, as I said,

neatly dressed in a short
raincoat, shirt and tie.

Neatly dressed, but wearing
nothing below the waist?

Nothing that I could see, Sergeant,

or had the inclination to enquire about.

Hello, Nurse Crane. Hello, Mum.

Reggie!

What have you brought home this time?

Spoons for you.

Spoons? How lovely, Reggie.

You can never have too many spoons.

Three and nine.

Trouble is he's getting more
and more bored every minute.

They were doing shopping
in independence training

before he went away.

Now every time I turn my back,
he's down Chrisp Street buying tat.

I hope no-one is taking advantage.

He's too trusting.

Ow!

Ooh. Your poor back.

And...

There you go!

Could I have a go, Mr Hodgkiss?

Erm... Oh, go on.

Once it's in the splicer,

make sure you scrape off
every trace of emulsion.

And, yes, that's the side you'll
be sticking to the acetate.

Telephone call for you, Mr Hodgkiss.

Enter.

Nurse Dyer. What can I do for you?

Oh, there's nothing amiss.

I'm glad to hear it.

We are sorely tried at the present time

and your good humour
has not gone unnoticed.

Smiling isn't hard work.

Even when it's hard, you just
make the shape with your face

and the rest takes care of itself.

Yes.

Sister Julienne.

I don't know what the rules are but

I'd like to understand
how your faith helps you

in difficult times.

Would it be all right if I
came and sat in on prayers?

Once in a while.

You are completely welcome to
attend chapel whenever you wish.

Why not join us tomorrow morning?

I will.

You my doctor?

I'm duty physician for the
police this week, which is

why they sent for me when
they found you by the river.

You do have a bit of a fever,

which might have worsened any
symptoms you already have.

Made you a bit confused, perhaps.

Weather's turned a bit nippy.

Antibiotics will get any
infection on the run.

Have you someone who can tuck
you up with a hot water bottle?

I'm a very lucky man.

Is your wife in good health?

I don't have one of those.

- That's not her knitting then?
- No.

I was in the Navy.

I'll drop him safely at home.

It's on my way.

Begging your pardon,
doctor, but, er, whilst

the gentleman was missing,
we investigated our records...

- Yes? - He was in front of the
magistrates for gross indecency some

15 years ago, after being
arrested in Limehouse.

There was an earlier
offence before the war.

If he is homosexual, he is homosexual.

It makes no difference
to his current plight.

With respect, doctor,
it makes a difference

when he's running round my
district minus his nether garments.

Erm, I've come to enquire
after a Mr Chapman.

He's my neighbour.

Oh.

Oh, Lord, our heavenly Father,

we pray for Elizabeth our Queen,
for Michael, our Archbishop

and Robert, our Bishop.

We also pray today for the
people involved in the factory

explosion in Japan.

May the Lord help and sustain us.

Lord have mercy.

For those preparing for the
by-election in Dumfriesshire

and for all those called
upon to participate

in the Royal Variety Performance.

May the Lord sustain and help them.

Lord have mercy.

For the British nylon industry,

most notably those workers engaged
in the manufacture of beachwear,

lingerie, novelty embroidered
hose and concealed zip fasteners.

May the Lord sustain and help them.

Lord have mercy.

For Mr Spencer Tracy,

so selflessly engaged in the pursuit
of the missing fortune, and for

all those professionally engaged in
It's A Mad, Mad, Mad... Mad World.

Sister, might we move on to the
prayers for the sick and needy?

G...

I'm glad we drew matters to a close
before we asked the Lord to help

and sustain the showgirls
of Ricardo's Revuebar.

These are the events

and personalities the Almighty
himself imposed upon our world.

And I am imposing a ban upon any
more visits to the Palazzo Cinema.

You may draw the content for our prayers

from the BBC Home Service until
the television is repaired.

Is that a butterfly cake?

Yes. Mrs Turner sent some
after Angela's party.

I had thought to save it for
the anniversary of my own birth,

which will otherwise doubtless
go unmarked since joy now sits

so ill within these walls.

I really don't think that
this is the proper time for any

sort of levity.

Perfume! For you.

Aw, that's thoughtful, Reggie.

You're welcome.

How much money did they
take off him for that?

There's hardly any left.

It lowers my opinion of people, Fred.

Well, what if it raises
Reggie's opinion of himself?

Lots of people get pleasure
from giving presents, Vi.

Hello.

So, you haven't brought a urine sample,

you haven't brought your co-op card

and you tried the iron tablets
but you didn't like them.

I'm sorry, nurse, but
they made my jobs go black.

Every time I went to the
lav it was like an explosion

in a charcoal factory.

A factual account of your
experience would suffice.

Drawers off, please, and up on the couch.

You don't take any prisoners, do you?

Can you give us a hand up?

Erm...

I'm incommoded by my lumbago, I'm afraid.

Do you reckon you might be
a bit old to be doing this?

Do you reckon you might be too young?

Blimey.

I hope I don't get you
when the big day comes.

Go on, shuffle back.

Pen, leaf, comb,

shilling, thimble...

.. book of matches.

This'll be a breeze.

Those antibiotics have
been just the ticket.

I want you to study them at your leisure.

Then I'm going to take the tray away,

remove some of the objects and
ask you to tell me what's missing.

You... you just want me to look at them?

Take your time.

Have a good look and tell
me what you think has gone.

Er...

Erm.

It was the coin, it was a white...

Er, no.

Er, silver...

I want to go home now.

Hey, come on, pal.

There's no point running.

We'll face up to this together.

Don't mind us, Mrs Chowdury, we're
just doing a few home improvements.

Halfway along that wall, if
you'd be so kind, Nurse Anderson.

This is all going to get
a bit cosy, Mrs Turner.

It'll get even cosier if central
supplies can find us another bed.

Five will scarcely be enough.

The double order's just
arrived from the laundry.

Let's make up this bed and then put
the next new one in the side ward.

It will be doing duty as
a second delivery room.

Will we still only have
one gas and air machine?

We can use the portable
devices from Nonnatus House.

But if the roster I've drawn up works,

we should have plenty of midwives.

Sister Evangelina used to say
that the best medicine for pain

was the presence of another person.

- We've had some nice walks
down here, haven't we? - Yeah.

Over the years.

One day we might see it in daylight.

What was it the doctor called it?

Presenile dementia.

Is that like old age?

Well...

.. there's no cure for it.

Won't string together, Stan.

What won't, pal?

This.

What's in my head.

It's like those times when
you used to take me to the...

the propelling...

- propeller room.
- Projection room.

Yeah, and you used to show me all
those bits of film, all broken up,

you know, snipped up and separate.

And then you used to stick
them all altogether again

and then you'd put them
on a wheel and you'd

shine a light through it

and they'd all go round
so smooth and easy and...

.. it all made perfect sense.

Now, that's why they call
it the magic of the movies.

I can't stitch them together, Stan.

The pictures in my head.

I can't make them go round smooth.

Come here.

What am I going to do with you, pal?

Take you to work with me and
sit you in the two and nines?

Well, you...

.. buy me a choc ice, you
never know your luck.

Mr Hereward. You're just in time
for morning coffee and a ginger nut.

I brought you these.

Mr Hereward,

I think that if a parishioner
who had just lost their wife

came to you two weeks later and
said that they wanted to give away

her clothes, you would tell
them it was far too soon.

But I always tell bereaved
people to think of one gesture --

one little thing -- that will help
them to start moving forward again.

I thought this might be it.

Barbara lived to help others.

The person Barbara would most
want to help right now is you.

And she can't, so I'm
going to do it for her.

I will take these for safekeeping

until you're more sure of your own mind.

Her father wants me to
go out to New Guinea.

He suggested I stay on to
do mission work with him.

I've been offered a leave of
absence by the Bishop but, er...

Will you take it?

How can I? How can I go
anywhere if I can't take Barbara?

And I can't leave her behind.

You will find a way.

Or you will be shown.

I promise you.

You can't just move Uncle Donald
into this house, Dad, you can't!

I'm about to have a baby,

A baby doesn't take up much room.

You said that yourself when you moved in!

Well, in case you hadn't noticed,
Dad, Uncle Donald is a grown man!

What will people think?

They'll think he's the lodger.

Why don't you go and make
us all a cuppa, Donald?

Tea's in the caddy with the Queen on.

Sugar's in Princess Margaret.

Oh.

No sugar, she's sweet enough.

When Mum was dying, she told me
and you to look after each other.

And she said much the
same to me and Donald.

Why would she say that?

Well, you can draw your own conclusions.

Or settle for least said, soonest mended.

Your mother and I set
a lot of store by that.

Was it least said, soonest mended
when he was had up in court?

Was it least said, soonest mended

when his filthy behaviour was
all over the Poplar News?

- I never knew you knew.
- I don't know what I knew,

but I knew about that.

I just, I thought that
you were just friends.

He was my friend.

Until your mother died.

And he's been more than that ever since.

Why did she tell you to
look after each other?

Because of things, erm...
we didn't need to discuss.

I was married to her.

He lived with his grandmother.

- This is turning my stomach!
- Olive, he loved you like a niece.

But what did you love him like, Dad?

In a way that's best left unsaid.

Oh.

I couldn't put them in the store room.

Simply couldn't.

Barbara belongs in here, with us.

And what's more, we're going
to have a sherry in her memory.

- Sherry? - It's the only thing
she'd drink, being a vicar's wife.

Well, erm...

Not on call tonight.

Ah!

We must raise a glass to Trixie, too,

sunning herself with her
godmother in Portofino.

I'd get burnt to a crisp
sunning myself in Portofino.

Not that I'd actually ever go there.

Sister, is Sister Julienne
really not going to let

Sister Monica Joan have a
little birthday celebration?

I'm sure the order would run to a
sponge cake with a candle on it.

But she's just not allowed
to receive presents.

They'd count as personal possessions.

Er, maybe there's a few
snaps of her we could

put on display on the sideboard?

- Between some nicely
arranged balloons? - Mmm.

I expect we could come up with
something from the order's archive.

But absolutely no balloons.

No balloons.

To Barbara.

Hello, Reggie.

Did Nurse Barbara like roses?

She carried them on our wedding day.

Last year.

But did she really like them?

She wasn't really a red
roses sort of girl.

But she liked so many things.

It was a lovely wedding.

You had a carousel.

Yes.

I think my waters have gone.

They've been dribbling away all night.

Are you moving in, Mrs Mawson?

I can't live in that house any more.

I've referred two twin cases

and one elderly multigravida
to St Cuthbert's.

Given all the extra patients we've
taken in from Walworth Street, that

still leaves us with 16 mothers
at term in the next ten days.

Well, Mrs Lewis had her baby
yesterday, so that leaves us four

beds ready, I've ordered in
twice the usual amounts of

pethidine and chloral hydrate,

plus an extra lamp for the
temporary delivery room.

Olive Mawson to be admitted.

There we go.

Hells bells, sister.

I can't believe I'm doing this at my age.

- I can't. - We'll soon have you
on the bed and then you can leave

everything to us. You'll see we
run like a well-oiled machine.

Oh. Marvellous!

I think we'll find that's
helped things on a lot. Erm...

Gangway.

It's just over here.

Oh.

Hello, love.

Ooh.

Nonnatus House. Midwife speaking.

Hello is that Nurse Crane? It's
Mr Chen. My wife's in labour.

Ah, Nurse Crane. I'm
going out to Mrs Chen.

As far as I can tell, things
are moving very rapidly.

I'm sorry, I can't seem to get going.

It's as if I'm frozen.

Or my back is.

I just don't understand you, Dad.

I don't need you to understand me.

Excuse me.

- Am I hearing raised
voices in here? - Yes!

Maybe I need YOU to understand ME.
Maybe I need you to look at me,

on my own,

and try and imagine what that must be like

to spend half your life looking at
people like you and Mum who love

each other, regardless.

And then you're standing
next to him, regardless!

Come, now. These things will keep.

And then to find that when you need
to be loved, when you need to be

stood by, that there is no-one
doing anything of the kind.

I... I'd say that was terrible.

If it was true.

- But it's not true.
- You can tell her that again when she's done.

It isn't true.

Good girl. Good girl.

Where are we going now, then?

- Nowhere. - Sometimes back pain
is the sign that baby is on its way.

You did absolutely the right
thing coming in to see doctor.

This way and we'll pop you on the ward.

Should I come, too?

Oh. Are you in labour, dear?

I reckon so.

Then you better had.

You're doing so well, precious.

I feel like I'm being torn in two.

Try closing your eyes.

Try thinking about a time when
you felt really, really safe.

I always felt safe when
I was a little girl.

How's Mrs Mawson doing?

Oh, head's descending well.

- We're not far off delivery.
- Good.

Can you please come to the
ward? It's all hands on deck.

Nonnatus House.

How may I assist you?

I need you to get here
as quickly as you can

and bring extra gas and air.

Thank you.

I can see baby's head now, Olive,

and unless I'm mistaken, it's
got a beautiful head of hair.

That's right, I'll hang onto the gas mask

and you take care of the sick bowl.

Pudendal block.

Sh.

- Ooh! - Can I be of some
assistance, Nurse Crane?

Maternity home, if you would
be so kind, Sergeant Woolf.

And could I prevail upon
you to put your foot down?

- Will do.
- Ooh!

It's all right, chick.

This is just your body doing
lots of really strong work.

So we can get this baby
out into the world.

That's it, that's it, keep
up that push. Keep it up.

Perfect work!

We have a head.

I'm going to come off the
bed, I'm going to come off!

No, you're not. You're all right.

Nearly there.

Here we go again.

Keep pushing.

Keep pushing.

- That's it.
- Good girl!

Oh!

Aren't you the clever one?

You have a daughter, Olive.

A beautiful boy!

Beautiful!

He looks like my grandad Cafferty

and he was a bare-knuckle fighter.

He'll improve. They always do.

Aw!

Aw! Hello.

Hello!

Oh, look at you!

Josie Winterlee?

- That's it. - I was hoping
for one of the young ones.

Or the nice ones.

You don't like me.

I'm your midwife.

Our personal feelings for each
another are neither here nor there.

Conserve your strength.

Another big push.

That's it.

Well done. Well done.

Well done.

- I'm scared.
- Come on, another big one.

You stick with me, lass.

I'll see you through.

And here come the shoulders.

A perfect little boy.

Good, Josie.

That's it, lass.

If they were going to give
out medals for pushing,

they'd have to mint you one in solid gold.

I've never won a prize.

It must be a nice thing to have.

Sh.

Good lass. Good lass.

Don't let go of this contraction.

Yes!

Look what you've done!

Here he is.

Your prize.

Do they have a hairdresser that comes in?

It's not like in the films, Dad.

Oh.

Oh. Oh, you're a little corker.

Didn't you do well?

I don't think you really
have any idea who I am,

do you, Uncle Donald?

No.

But I know that you're someone we love.

I reckon we can make a
go of that, don't you?

I can't give you much.

But I can show you what
a family looks like.

Oh.

See a pin and pick it up,

and all day long you'll have good luck.

Your lumbago's better.

Oh, so it is.

Some people aren't in
your life for very long.

Her father wasn't in mine
for more than a minute.

Blink and you'd miss him.

I won't be in hers for
more than a few days.

Maybe a fortnight.

You might have as much as six
weeks together in a decent mother

and baby place.

Will I be allowed to give her a name?

Of course you will.

It'll be something to remember me by.

Even if the people who she goes
to live with pick a different one.

Like a sort of present.

It'll be written down on a piece
of paper somewhere, won't it?

Do you have anything in mind?

Yes, I do.

It popped into my head, just
before, I don't know why.

Barbara.

Barbara?

Must have been floating
round the room like a moth or

a butterfly or something.

Waiting to be caught.

I'll take her and put her in the nursery.

Oh.

Come along, Barbara.

And the winner is Baby Mawson...

- Aw! - .. tipping the
scales at 8lb and 7oz.

I'm so sorry.

President Kennedy's been shot.

Mrs Kennedy has now arrived
back in Washington,

appearing on the aeroplane steps
in the pink suit she was wearing

when the president was shot. She is...

We have mourned enough in recent weeks.

We have shed tears for one we loved

and lived in the hollow she left behind.

We cannot surrender to
more tears because of this.

He was the president of the
United States of America.

We are leaping into grief
as if we had embraced

it as a form of recreation.

We are not what we have lost.

We are not what has been taken from us.

You are all too willing
to embrace the void.

If you do not cherish what remains,
you will all become as nothing.

You will be nothing.

We are not broken.

We are each as whole as
we will ever be again.

And in the end, when we cease to be,

we will all become memories.

I bought you a present.

- What's this?
- Something Nurse Barbara would like.

I went to the archive
and look what I found.

I've not been slacking
either. I was up at cockcrow!

Go safely, Tim.

Thank you.

Oh.

There you go!

What have we got here?

Perfect!

The wind won't blow that away.

And it would have made her smile.

She'll be all right now.

'A typical mass was celebrated

at St Matthew's Roman Catholic Cathedral.

And then the coffin, draped
with the United States flag,

- was placed...
- Abbey Crunch with a saucer.

These images would look far
superior on a larger screen.

You like the cinema, don't
you, Sister Monica Joan?

It is an art form, suited to the
documentation of great lives.

Well, after the President's
cortege has gone by, go upstairs

and put your best wimple on.

We're going somewhere nice.

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy Birthday, dear Sister Monica Joan

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

Three, two, one...

Aww!

She looks so well!

We flicker on a screen.

We fold and unfold upon the mind's eye.

Brittle as wings, eternal as a heartbeat.

And even when the heart
falls silent, we do not

cease to be.

Because, in the end,
we all become memories.