All language subtitles for Call The Midwife.S3e00.Christmas Special.eng

Can I have a go?

Good morning, boys.

How you doing, you all right?

At Christmas, we like to see
things in their proper place.

We unwrap the ancient
legends and the oldest truths.

We like our angels unchanged
and our rituals familiar.

Chestnuts!

We like the right
faces round the table,

the right carols to be sung,

the promise that this is
how it is and will always be.

- Happy Christmas, Nurse.
- Hello.

- Mistletoe!
- Fred.

Merry Christmas to you.

Season's cheer and a ho-ho-ho!

Because that is Christmas,

the one still point in a
world forever turning.

Hello, Shirley. Merry Christmas.

Boys. You all right? Your
antlers are very big, aren't they?

Buy yourself some mistletoe!

Christmas cheer and a ho-ho-ho!

Buy yourself some mistletoe!

You got a hawker's
licence for that, Fred?

Don't want the
costermongers kicking off.

I can't just give it away.

I've been all round
Epping Forest.

Proper countryside, that
is. I need danger money.

It's a shilling a bunch.

Sixpence, and a blind eye.

Christmas cheer and a ho-ho-ho!

- Oops.
- Ooh!

Sorry, Sister
Evangelina, I nearly forgot.

Half a pound of dolly
mixtures, as requested.

- I requested barley sugar twists.
- But it's Christmas.

I thought dolly mixtures
might be a bit more festive.

Oh, yes, very
festive for the child

whose had his jab, dithering
over which one to take.

Meanwhile the child behind works
himself into the heebie-jeebies

and won't roll his
sleeve up for the needle.

- Sorry, Sister.
- Afternoon, ready for the off.

Make yourself useful. Take
all the jubejubes out of there.

They're everyone's favourite and
we don't want a riot on our hands.

After which you can give 'em
to Dr Turner as a thank you

for setting all this up on the day
the kiddies have their concerts.

I hadn't much choice.

The national programme's
been rolling out too slowly

and we've had half a dozen
cases in the district since November.

I've got the eights-to-11s booked
for first thing in the new year.

Hopefully we can
avert an epidemic.

I can't believe he's getting
married in three days.

To Sister Bernadette.
He really does look happy.

Men generally do when
they've got everything they want.

That's right! Let it
all out of your system.

Now, who wants to go first? Dasher
or Dancer or Donner or Blitzen?

I want to go first!

Yes...

And Father Christmas

will come and see
Freddie. Yes, he will.

I can't tell you how
glad I am to see you.

I've been followed around all day
by the smell of young sir's vomit.

And I've just found out it's
in the turn-up of my trousers.

Guess what I've
got behind my back.

Not the smallest idea.

But if it's a steak and kidney
pie, I shall love you forever.

- Sorry.
- Never mind.

Same sentiment applies.

- Hello.
- Whose turn is it now?

Petticoat tails.

Another yuletide gesture
from a grateful patient.

I thought you were doing
the polio vaccinations?

Finished. I need some
addresses for my housecalls.

Hmm.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to bring on the hyacinth in
Sister Monica Joan's table decoration.

It's going to be all hands
to the pump on this one.

I told her they'd be too cold
on that sideboard. And damp.

The Christmas serviettes were
absolutely green with mould.

And have you seen the
mushrooms growing in the cloisters?

Yes, but don't tell
Sister Monica Joan.

She'll be sprucing them up
with tinsel and some glitter.

Alec thinks we could be here

for another 18 months.

They're behind on the
rebuilding programme.

Until they catch up, they
won't knock Nonnatus down.

Really?

We'd be none the wiser if your new
squeeze wasn't a council surveyor.

Oh, speaking of which...

He called and left a message.

Nonnatus House,
midwife speaking.

Oh, hello, Sergeant.

Dare one ask if you had any
luck with the estate agent?

Oh, Camilla, there are no
family homes to rent anywhere.

I know.

But one mustn't give up hope.

Yes?

The station called.
There's been an incident

at the building
site on Rake Street.

At least it's only
round the corner.

Ah! Nurse Lee. Our
usual teatime appointment.

- My dear Shelagh.
- Hello, Sister Julienne.

Oh, it's so very good to
see you. The bride-to-be.

I was on my way to sit with
Timothy while he does his homework.

Dr Turner's out on call and
my lodgings aren't far away.

Is there something
very special in that box?

My wedding dress. I've
just been to collect it.

It's knee-length.
Really quite simple.

And for that very reason
you'll look exquisite in it.

Christmas Eve is a
beautiful day to be married.

It'll be a quiet ceremony.

Timothy will come
with us, of course.

I understand. Nevertheless, we'd
hoped we'd see you more often.

I don't like to trouble you.
Nonnatus House is such a busy place.

We aren't too busy to
include you in our prayers.

That means a very
great deal to me, Sister.

And I thank you for it.

Six days overdue.

If it hasn't come by Christmas,

I'll be skipping the sherry
and swigging castor oil.

Baby's head's well
down and nicely engaged.

You won't be long now.

Alan, you can come in.

- Everything all right, nurse?
- Couldn't be better.

What about you? You ill in bed?

Oh, I had a bout of malaria. It
flares up every now and then.

Did you pick it up
during National Service?

Yeah, Korea.

Makes me sweat like I don't know what
but the doctor's given me cranium pills.

I'll be fine in a day or two.

She's the one who
wants looking after.

Yvonne? She's in fine fettle.

She can potter about as
normal, just stay close to home.

What if Yvonne has
it on Christmas Day?

What if there's no one there to help?
You know, it gives me nightmares.

Alan, nurse doesn't want to
hear about your nightmares.

Just telephone Nonnatus House.

We're like the Windmill
Girls. We never close.

While shepherds washed
their socks by night

All seated round the tub

You blasphemous lot.

The nuns will have us all
thrown out onto the street.

I doubt it.

We just sidled past the parlour

with these innocuous little bottles
of Babycham under our cardies

and they're all drinking
whisky sours and playing poker.

They're getting themselves
in the mood for carol singing.

We've got exactly ten minutes to
have a quick brightener ourselves.

Gosh, do you suppose you ought to
be traipsing around hospitals and clinics

smelling of strong drink?

Babycham isn't a strong drink,
Chummy, it's made of pears.

There's no limit to
her sophistication

now she's got a boyfriend.

Are you sure you
won't come with us?

No, I've hung up my
carol singer's lantern.

Some things are
worth staying in for.

Hmm.

Cheers.

What do you think?

Why are you asking
me? I'm not a woman.

I'm not even a girl.

I needed a second opinion

and I can't ask your father.

He's the groom, so it's unlucky.

Why isn't it white?

- It's nearly white.
- It's grey.

- I wanted something understated.
- Oh. I heard a woman

in the sweet shop saying you
were doing it all hole-and-corner,

because you've been
married before, to Jesus.

She said you were
like a divorced person.

- You're doing that in quite a cross way.
- I am cross.

But not with you.

It's all right, Maggie.
Just breathe deeply.

Doctor has everything in hand.

- Blatant position.
- Can I hear singing?

Yes. That'll be something
to tell baby, won't it?

- In the years to come.
- Oh...

Now... Here we go, now breathe.

That's it, Maggie, now.
There we go. Push!

Push, here we go.

Good girl.

A little girl, Maggie.

Aren't you just the best thing
anyone ever got for Christmas?

- Textbook forceps, if I say so myself.
- What was the problem?

- Deep transverse arrest.
- Oh, dear.

We were all done and dusted by the
time the nuns got onto Away In A Manger.

It's the first year I haven't
joined in the carol singing.

You've other
things to think about.

I know.

I ordered your bouquet today.

White roses and carnations.

And freesias.

Because the shop lady said a
bride should carry scented flowers.

Patrick, that's
terribly extravagant.

In the convent we only had roses
on Saint Raymond's feast day.

Shelagh, the Sisters
ask after you every day.

It's not too late to invite
them to the wedding.

Yes, it is.

I know I saw them all
at Freddie's christening

but I just felt so... awkward.

They wouldn't want
you to feel like that.

- They love you.
- And I wish they didn't.

Because I left them for
something I loved more.

I can't get over the sense
that I've rejected them.

You'll feel better than this.

We'll find a way, I promise you.

There were rules
in the religious life.

But no one ever told me
what the rules were afterwards.

I think perhaps I
have to write my own.

Oh, no...

Oh, no.

No!

I'm on my way!

- Peter? Where's your key?
- I'm here on official business.

Has the electricity gone off?

Oh, sorry, I think a fuse
blew in Trixie's hair dryer.

That's the least of our worries.

Hello?

Jenny, get up and get dressed.
We've got to evacuate the building.

Why? What's the matter?

- They found an unexploded bomb.
- What?

- Trixie!
- It's right next to an old warehouse.

They found it when they were
underpinning the foundations.

It took hours for
the experts to arrive

and now half the
blooming army's on its way.

- Why isn't there any electricity?
- Oh.

Precautionary measure.

There were exposed wires
in the immediate vicinity.

Peter, spare me
the police jargon

and shine your torch
on something useful.

On what? The baby?

Bedside table. Then I can find
my glasses, which would be a start.

Thank you.

Oh, I think the leccie's off.

There's an unexploded
bomb in the next street.

A bomb?

Wakey, wakey!

- We have to evacuate the building.
- All right, all right,

keep your hair on!

- You're sweating, Al.
- It's... It's the malaria.

It's not. I know it's not.

Come along now.

I have to say, I
feel rather like Mary,

when Herod decreed
the cull of the firstborn.

And she had to flee to
Egypt with the infant Jesus.

Where's Sister Monica Joan?

Oh. I reckon I heard her in the
kitchen, unless the rats are back.

Oh, with hindsight I wish I'd
sent her to the Motherhouse

with the choir
sisters for Christmas.

She'll find it so
distressing being uprooted.

"Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods there
be For my unconquerable soul."

I hope that's a cake tin
underneath your scapular.

No.

It is the hyacinths,

which I did not care
to see abandoned.

Make your way to
the Leopold Institute.

Keep moving, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, turn left and
make your way to the Leopold Institute.

The Leopold Institute is
your designated rescue centre.

Stick together, young
madams. Where are the Sisters?

Er, Sister Evangelina has gone
on ahead, the others are behind us.

More to the point,
what are you up to?

You're quite the
dark horse, Fred.

I am, in fact, it seems to
have escaped your notice,

a civil defence volunteer.
Observe, if you would, the uniform.

It's terribly smart.

Thank you, Nurse Miller.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Do you suppose the lights
will be on when we get there?

I hope not. Still
got my pin curls in.

Ladies and gentlemen, turn
left and make your way to...

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

Then again, as it's 3:00 a.m.,
maybe I should say good morning.

Now, I want this hall
properly organised.

Is that the fastest you can move or is
there a switch for emergency mode?

- This ain't the Blitz.
- Never mind the technicalities.

Dozens of families are homeless

and there'll be children
crying for their beds.

Now, then, don't go
putting any bourbons out.

They create expectations
we'll struggle to fulfil.

- Shelagh?
- I'm sorry to wake you, Patrick.

Any room at the inn?

Right. Right!

A word of warning,

this is a civic emergency
and not a football match.

Anyone that doesn't walk into the
rescue centre in an orderly manner

and behave with
courtesy and consideration

will be disciplined, by me.

Is that a threat or a promise?

Right, come along!

Do come in. It's warm.

And there are beds available.

Yvonne!

We won't sleep. I can't.

And I've been keeping him awake,

pacing up and down,
tidying and folding.

She needs to be at home.

This will have to be
your home for now.

It's not for long.

I'd so much rather
you had my bed.

I can easily bunk down on here.

You'd not get a wink of sleep.

Your feet would be
hanging right over the end.

And it's only for the night.

Will we still be able to get to
the church, if there's a bomb?

I hadn't thought of that.

The parish hall is cordoned
off but the church is safe.

It was the first thing I
asked the policeman I saw.

Now, nothing will stand
in the way of this wedding.

- I won't allow it.
- How many days to the wedding?

Two.

Spot on.

It's worth checking

after a stressful
experience like this.

The most important thing now is
you get as much rest as you can.

They still do Scottish
dancing on a Thursday night.

- A kiddies' class, like we did?
- Yeah.

You should have
brought your kilt.

My maiden name was McKenzie.

This is where we met,
when we were seven.

I was eight.

I'd suggest you go into the hall
now and get yourselves settled.

Do we have to?

Well, there are still a
few camp beds available.

I can make sure you two
get a cosy corner somewhere.

We'd get more sleep in
here and it's nearer the lav.

Which suits me, obviously.

And if we get bored, we can
do a bit of Scottish dancing.

Can't we, Al?

All right. I'll get a couple
of camp beds sent in.

I see the Lone Ranger's
come looking for Trigger.

Peter, she's in the far corner.

Thank you.

- Look who's here.
- Hey.

Shh.

Shh.

He must wonder what
on earth's going on.

Poor little soldier.

You wouldn't look in the holdall,
see if I brought the gripe water?

One had all manner of fancies
about young sir's first Christmas.

None of them seem
to have come quite true.

- Never mind.
- I don't.

Just having him in my
arms is miracle enough.

No gripe water.

But you've packed your
Akela hat and whistle.

Well, the Scouting
motto is "Be prepared".

Shh.

No.

- Fix bayonet! Fix!
- Sweetheart?

Alan.

You're fine.

Oh, damp!

At least it makes
me feel at home.

Now, then,

let us say Lord, Sister.

It will prepare us for the day.

I do not care to.

Since Sister
Bernadette departed,

when we sing, there is silence
at the heart of every note!

Our prayers falter.

Like a wing with a feather gone.

We take flight but
we do not soar!

Music is the vehicle,
Sister, not the journey.

Our destination does not change.

Sister Bernadette veered
very far from course.

She forswore the
succour of the spirit...

for the slaking of the flesh.

And I am haunted by the thought
that she confused her appetites.

The only appetites we need
to concern ourselves with

are those of the people
in the hall, out there.

They will be hollering for
their breakfast any minute.

But you have said
what we all feel...

which is that we
miss our sister.

Would you like
some toast, Timothy?

Yes, that would be smashing.

The damage to this area
in the Blitz was colossal.

The next street was
flattened by a direct hit.

This bomb only caused limited
damage. But it was overlooked.

How? Didn't somebody
count them, keep track?

Well, they tried, but
there were just so many.

In the chaos afterwards, the
original crater was just patched over.

I said no unauthorised
personnel.

Mr Jesmond is
from the council, sir.

Oh, sorry.

Saw the Hush Puppies,
thought you were a journalist.

No sir, the only report I'm filing is
for the Council Architect's Department.

Be keeping your lot
busy if this goes pop.

You'll be rebuilding the
whole ruddy street from scratch.

Iced buns!

Iced buns!

Iced buns donated by
a kindly baker, tuck in.

Working men get first pick.

Never mind working men,
what about growing boys?

Oh, well, the kindly
baker sent some dry bread.

I can't eat dry bread.

Well, I'll make you eat
it if you don't behave.

And I don't want you or anyone
else being profligate with the milk.

That crate should
have lasted the duration.

The children keep asking
for it, Sister Evangelina.

Well, they're not going to get
rickets if they go without for half a day.

We've got mothers in here
with nerves like cat meat.

Two hours sleep, can't fetch a
clean nappy, can't rinse out a wet one.

That milk is for their tea.

Pack, pack, pack!

I want all members
of the 5th Poplar Cubs

to come here immediately
and form a line.

Now, I want you all to put
one of these scarves on.

I've decided that as we find ourselves
in rather peculiar circumstances,

we're going to treat it
all as a terrific challenge.

Like camping or
cycling proficiency.

And everyone who conducts themselves
according to the rules of Scouting

and thinks of
others before himself

will be awarded a star badge.

What about the Christmas
party? It was meant to be tomorrow.

Yes, I know that.

It will have to be postponed because
we can't get into the parish hall.

- Can't we have it here?
- Jack,

I don't think worrying
about the Christmas party

counts as thinking of
others before ourselves.

Nurse Miller is quite right.

Now, before we start,
what sort of cubs are we?

We're wolf cubs,
not reindeer cubs.

Reindeers don't have
cubs, they have calves.

So antlers off, please, Nigel,
or you won't get a hockey stick.

Have there been any
new developments, sir?

Sorry, I'm under orders
not to give details.

Will people be able to
go home for Christmas?

Excuse me, you're impeding officers
of the law from going about their duty

during a civic emergency.

Get back to your camping stall,
we'll alert you when you're wanted.

Captain Goodacre asked for you

to report directly to him
at the crater, Constable.

Thanks, Fred.

Superintendent
sent his compliments.

What's the problem, sir?

Looks like Santa left a
surprise in our stocking.

And I don't mean two
walnuts and a tangerine.

This one's a double-fuser.

One ill-timed tap and the whole
ruddy thing will go sky high.

I'm not going near it.

Best man for the job is semi-retired
and in the Scottish borders.

Soonest he can
get here is tomorrow.

The authorities are aware
that you want to get home.

But... But the bomb has to be
treated as live until proven otherwise.

The rescue centre
will remain open.

And the WVS and the Sisters
of St Raymond Nonnatus

will be providing
refreshments for another night.

Good grief, Yvonne, you
don't look at all comfortable.

It feel like there's a hand
inside the bottom of my back.

And every so often it just
gives a really hard squeeze.

It might well be the beginnings
of labour and about time, too.

Perhaps you'd like to
pop outside for a bit?

There's tea, and I think I
spied some custard creams.

Can't I stay here?

We don't have
any secrets, Nurse.

He'll look away, won't you?

No, please.

Look, I told you that
you're meant to hit the ball.

Boys, boys, boys!

Boys, this isn't very nice.

Well, if full-blown
labour is a blizzard,

I think those twinges are
just the first few snowflakes.

I reckon I'm relieved.

I want to have it in my own bed.

Of course you do.

None of us know when we're going to
see our own beds again, that's the trouble.

For two pins, I'd detonate
that wretched bomb myself.

One quick blast...

Mr Bridges?

Mr Bridges?

We need to make sure you
don't need medical attention.

Jenny, speak softly.

- What's his name?
- Alan.

Alan, you can come out now.

It's safe.

Alan, it's safe, I promise.

Alan, it's all right.

I think you'll get away
without having to have stitches.

Beastly old red stuff's
not oozing quite so fast.

Blood on my hands, eh?

My father fought in Mesopotamia.

When I was told where
I was being posted...

we didn't even know
where Korea was.

We had to go to the
library and look in an atlas.

Never thought I'd
have to kill a man.

I was a REME. I
fixed spark plugs.

The Chinese...

they never stopped coming.

We needed all the
firepower we could raise.

And they came at night.

They came so close, we
had to use our bayonets.

It was like carving
meat in the dark.

Blood dries on khaki,
you can't get it out.

When you sweat, it smells
like liver in a butcher's.

Can you smell it now, Alan?

I can always smell it.

When me nerves are bad.

Alan, no one wants to
hear about your nerves.

Sorry, I ought to
have more self-control.

I don't ever want to
hear you say that again!

Never seen such a
young man so broken.

Or a couple so close
and so distressed.

They've been together
since they were children

and this should be the
sweetest chapter of their lives.

Alan needs
psychiatric treatment.

We should talk to Dr
Turner after Christmas

- and arrange for him to get assessed.
- After Christmas?

After Christmas is a week away.

He can't sleep for more
than an hour at a time

and he smells blood
every moment he's awake.

Oh, listen here, old thing.

Sister Evangelina turned
her back on the milk crate

just for long enough for
me to smuggle a pint away,

under the cover of my cardigan.

I'm going to make us
all a mug of Horlicks.

For pity's sake, Chummy,

you may have given up nursing

but surely you don't believe
Horlicks can cure everything!

Horlicks.

They're getting out the burns
kit in case you throw it at me.

People called it "shell
shock" in the Great War.

"Battle fatigue" in
the war after that.

My mother just
called it "the horrors".

My father didn't
speak of it at all.

At home, we didn't have to.

Outside...

nobody did.

You didn't tell me that.

Exactly.

My father had appalling
nightmares all his life.

One of my earliest
memories was of

waking the dark to hear
him screaming in his sleep.

I wasn't supposed to know.

Mother looked
after him at night.

And in the daytime,
it was my turn.

When you were a child?

Because I was a child.

I used to be able to crank up my
dimples and sunshine routine and be

extra-especially funny and
enchanting for exactly as long as it took

to make him smile.

I'm sorry, Trixie.

That's an intolerable burden
to place on someone so young.

Yes. Yep.

One way or another,
we've all lived traumas.

Made me the person I am today.

And it helped him.

How can it help
Alan, do you suppose?

We have to give him hope.

We have to show him
something bigger than the horrors.

Something that can
wash away the blood.

Doctor is out on a
house call, Nurse Noakes.

Do you want to step into
the sitting room and wait?

I was actually
hoping to see you.

And I'm no more Nurse Noakes these
days than you're Sister Bernadette.

I suppose not.

I don't suppose you're
up for doing an old pal

and a lot of small
boys a favour?

No skulking around the chairs,
Gary, waiting for your chance.

Be careful with the baby,
Jack, you'll bring his milk up.

I want everyone dancing
all around the room.

It's only me, Mrs Goldman.

Don't forget to
lock the door, Alec.

All right.

Up you get.

This way she only hears
one set of footsteps.

Do you think any less of me
because I'm petrified of my landlady?

No, I'm in awe of your
daring and bravado.

And frankly grateful
for a cup of Nescafe.

There's only tea at
the rescue centre.

Can I tempt you to a garibaldi?

One of our special biscuits?

I could eat the whole packet.

Ahh.

I can't tell you how much
I'm loving this quiet...

and smelling your cologne instead
of stale bodies and old plimsolls.

What time do you
have to go back?

In about an hour or so.

Sooner, if Mrs Goldman
stages a raid on your room.

The perils of
living in digs, eh?

I live in a convent, Alec.
You'll get no sympathy from me.

Are you looking forward to
coming for Christmas dinner?

Absolutely.

The Sisters couldn't
invite you fast enough

when I told them your
parents live in Ceylon.

I bought a new bowtie
and a bottle of Tio Pepe.

I'll have to warn
them in advance.

They can dust off
the sherry glasses.

Are you sure you don't want
to come here with the girls?

If I stay in Mrs
Goldman's good books,

she might let me put
a capon in her oven.

No, Alec. The nuns
will be heartbroken.

And besides, I've already washed
and ironed all the Christmas serviettes,

so I want you to
appreciate my handiwork.

Understood.

Nonnatus House is
your home now, isn't it?

Yes.

We might not get another
Christmas there if it's demolished.

Sorry.

I'll forgive you...

if you pass me a garibaldi.

Pack! Pack! Pack! Now, it's time
to get back to the rescue centre.

You heard Akela.

I'm sure nobody wants a
pillowcase full of cinders.

Come on, lads, one sweet each,
and then everyone is to follow me.

And, if you all behave, we will
take a detour past the cordon...

so you can see the bomb site.

Yeah!

Come on, boys.

Chop chop, Jack. Tis
the season to be jolly.

The party gave me a headache.

What are you doing, Timothy?

I'm looking at my tongue,
the cherry-ade turned it red.

- Yvonne?
- It's all right.

Nothing happening,
just couldn't sleep.

Oh, that's quite
normal at this stage.

It's usually Alan
tossing and turning.

How is he?

Exhausted, I reckon.

Gets him like this
once in a while.

Malaria brings it on.

Or bad things
happening. We manage.

You really understand
him, don't you?

He understands me.

We do most things
together. Always did.

Ever since Scottish dancing.

Except when he went to Korea.

I always think, if I
could have gone...

If it had been me, too.

I wish I could have shared
the things that hurt him.

Then I could share the
things that hurt him now.

Then the pain would be halved.

That's what sharing does.

That's what love does.

Yes.

- Off you go, chaps.
- Sir.

Sir.

Major Fawcett.

Looking very good,
sir, if I may say.

Couldn't quite do
all the buttons up.

Rather too much pipe
and slippers, I'm afraid.

- Comes to us all.
- Yes, if we're lucky.

A man? In a delivery room?

A man present at
the birth of his child.

Alan and Yvonne
have shared everything

that matters since
they were tiny children,

so why shouldn't they share the
most profound and precious thing of all?

Nurse Lee, quite apart
from any other concerns,

Alan Bridges is
emotionally unwell.

But by seeing his baby being
born and supporting Yvonne,

it could really help him.

Your concern does you credit.

But he will be helped in due
course and in the proper way.

I'm sorry, Sister,
I really am...

but in the modern world, who's
to say what's the proper way?

Well, it's not dragging a man
in where he doesn't belong.

We think he does belong there.

He's weak and ashamed and he
needs to know he has the strength

to support his wife
and protect his child.

And what about the mother,
Nurse? What about your patient?

I think deep down, she
needs to know that, too.

Oh, you do, do...

Nurse Lee and Nurse Franklin,

I suggest you both go
and look at the log book.

However upside-down
the world seems to be,

we still have calls to make
and patients to look after.

Sing out, Jack, show the
little ones how it's done.

Oh dear.

One last quick
visit to the surgery,

then it's the
barber's for us two.

Meanwhile, Auntie
Shelagh's gone up west.

Something to do with
her outfit for the wedding.

Women.

Eat up and get dressed, son.

Hello, Turner speaking.

I see. Thank you. Yes.

Okay, I'll be right
there. I'm on my way.

I have to go to
the rescue centre.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

But what about the barber's? You
said we were going to go together.

- And you said I could have Brylcreem.
- Well, we'll go tomorrow,

first thing in the morning.

And tonight, I will take you
for a fry-up at Capriani's caff.

It can be our stag do.

Stag do?

Well, you are going to be
my best man, aren't you?

Really?

I need somebody
to keep me in order.

Shiny shoes, ironed
shirt, best bib and tucker.

I wouldn't have anyone else.

Once upon a time,

we thought the 17 type fuse
had a maximum life of 80 hours.

What we didn't realise was
that the clocks were often faulty.

If they jammed and the bomb
was preserved in the cold...

the electrical charge wouldn't
last for hours but years.

I once saw one
go off so viciously...

and with so little warning

that we found my sergeant's tunic button
embedded in a door two streets away.

Nothing else was left.

It's all right, Jack.

Doctor will be
finished in a moment.

Can you wiggle your toes for me?

You were right to send for me.

Keep him isolated while
I arrange an ambulance.

Just so you know,
we do part exchange

if you want to push the boat
out and go for something fancier.

Have you considered
ballerina length?

You've got a
lovely pair of ankles.

You really ought to be showing
them off, maybe with a satin stiletto?

I'm not sure.

Is it usual for a bride
to go off her dress?

It happens. But once
you do a bit of prodding,

you usually find what's really going
on is that they've gone off the groom.

Would you put the original
dress back in its box, please?

There's plenty of stock
you haven't looked at yet.

We've got three designs inspired
by Princess Grace of Monaco.

Though we normally only recommend
those for the, uh, taller bride.

No. Thank you.

As you wish.

Polio?

We won't know for sure
until after the lumbar puncture.

But half the children
still aren't vaccinated.

And in overcrowded conditions like
these, the virus could spread quickly.

It could spread like wildfire.

I'm calling the
chief medical officer

to say we want them all
back in their own homes

and the vaccinations expedited.

I wonder if you're dithering
because you came in on your own.

Most people bring their mothers.

My mother died
when I was a child.

That's a shame.

Brides need mothers.

How else are you going
to get your veil on straight?

- I'm wearing a hat, not a veil.
- Oh.

Have you got any sisters?

No.

Hmm.

I'm sorry, this is urgent.

I'm trying to avert a
potential epidemic.

Would you like to hold?

No, I would like to
be connected, please.

Hello!

Timothy?

Timothy?

Timothy, wake up!

Timothy, dearest.
Can you sit up for me?

Timothy?

I need you to sit up.

Come on, stir your stumps.

Timothy, can you
wiggle your toes?

- Stand back please, mother.
- Please, I'm a trained nurse.

I've seen polio before.

Let's leave the diagnosis
to the doctors, shall we?

I keep thinking of all the
things I should have done...

or shouldn't have done.

The things I should
have spotted but didn't.

Your immunity has protected him
throughout infancy and early childhood.

He carried them with
him like a shield for years.

But immunity wears off.

And you are not to blame.

And I am not his mother.

I should have taken
greater care nonetheless.

If you are not immediate family,
I'm afraid you shouldn't be in here.

There are rules and as a
nurse, you should know that.

I'll be a footstep
away, that's all.

- He can't clear his throat!
- You must leave.

- Shelagh?
- I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

Are you the father?

Yes.

The machine is
breathing for him.

He's not currently able
to do that on his own.

I understand.

I'm his GP, too.

Of course, you sent
in the other young lad.

Jack Smith.

Polio. A mild dose. He's
out of bed and giving cheek.

Timothy.

Timothy?

I suggest we take
it one hour at a time.

He may recover
the ability to breathe.

Respiration is not always
permanently impaired...

I know that.

I know all the facts but...

just now they are of
no help to me at all.

You are to stay here tonight.

In the morning I will
telephone the Vicar and tell him

that your wedding has been
postponed for several weeks. And why.

What about the
witnesses and the flowers?

Patrick ordered roses.

I will deal with
all of that, too.

It will be no trouble, your
own plans were so simple.

I kept everything as
small and quiet as I could.

Is that what you really wanted?

I don't know.

I know I couldn't quite face
the fact that it was happening.

And now it isn't and I
think my heart is breaking.

Your marriage will take place.

It is meant to.

We will pray for your new
family in the meanwhile,

especially for Timothy.

I'm so very glad
that you came to us.

Are you?

Did you believe for one moment
that we wouldn't want you here tonight?

That we wouldn't welcome
you with open arms?

I turned my back on you, Sister.

I walked away.

I became someone else.

No, you didn't, Shelagh.

You found joy.

And I've never questioned it.

There's no joy now.

But there is love.

And it's Christmas.

Have courage.

Good luck, sir.

Thank you for all your help.

Sir.

Right back now.

I'm on my own.

And that's as it should be.

I've been having these
blooming twinges since yesterday.

It can't be normal.

It's perfectly
normal, I'm afraid.

Your body just seems to be
going into labour rather slowly.

I want to go home. I
want to have it there.

I want you to have
it there, too, Yvonne.

You won't send me
to the maternity home?

No.

Nurse Franklin and I
have plans for this baby.

So you tell it to stay put.

It's ticking.

Get down! Get down!

Get down!

All's well that ends well.

Now, that brought
back a few memories.

Man the urns, we
shall all be wanting tea.

You all right, Chummy?

I don't know.

I don't know what's
happened to Peter.

Help!

Help!

Alan, stay calm.

Never mind me, help her.

Yvonne, breathe through it.

Breathe through
it, that's it, breathe.

Please don't send
him out of the room.

Don't worry, we won't.

Ladies and gentlemen, the
bomb has been detonated.

And the damage was not
as great as we had feared.

The army are lifting the
cordon street by street.

You're all heading home.

Merry Christmas!

Excuse me.

It's scarcely a
five-minute walk.

You may well find you
get all the way home

without having a
single contraction.

Can you hear my
slippers squelching?

They're sopping wet with tea.

Believe me, sweetie,

you're lucky they're not
slopping wet with something else.

Trixie!

Don't look so shocked, Alan.

You'll hear a lot worse
before the day's out.

So, Sister. All
present and correct.

These bulbs are very far
from present and correct.

I had hoped they might perceive
the frisson of the dynamite.

Organic matter ought to
be receptive to vibrations.

Heavens to Murgatroyd, what now?

Mr Jesmond,

we were told it
was safe to return.

Sorry, Sister, but the
building was already fragile...

Fragile, my foot.

They told us it was falling
down when we moved in

and it's still standing.

It was the impact of the bomb.

The explosion was
angled in such a way

that it ripped through
the foundation.

It could come
down at any minute.

Been a while since I've wanted
Adolf Hitler's guts for garters.

But I'd cheerfully dance
on his grave today.

Poplar was doing so well.

It's recovering from the war.

It was being rebuilt.

There was so much hope,
so much work for us to do.

There still is.

Always will be.

He'll have a
reason for all of this.

Brylcreem.

Brylcreem?

Fetch the nurse.

That's it. Push.

Good.

- I can't do it.
- Yes, you can.

You can.

Come on, Yvonne.

Come on, girl.

Push to me, that's
it. Good. Good.

- Come on.
- Good girl.

Good girl, well done.

Your baby's head is born.

You've done the
hard part now, Yvonne.

The next big push, we're
going to meet this baby.

Are you ready?

The baby's turning. Can
you feel that, Yvonne?

I'm so proud of you.

Here we go.

Good, that's it. That's it.

There's a girl.

Keep going.

Good girl!

This is your baby, Alan.

This blood is beautiful.

We... made this.

We did it together.

Am I breathing, Dad?

Yes, son.

Yes, you are.

Feel at home, Sisters.

We ate our turkey at
separate tables that year.

Our community was scattered,
but not to the four winds.

We were offered refuge,
separately and together,

in temporary lodgings
across Poplar.

Christmas turned to New Year...

and New Year to early spring.

And it was Chummy who
found her new home first.

Whilst the rest of us hoped

and resumed our
work as best we could.

And when Nonnatus
House was demolished...

we heard its dying
fall only in the distance.

I think lace is
perfect for a bride.

You won't regret
it for a moment.

I couldn't be more thrilled.

But what about my grey dress?

Fear not, it will
have its moment.

I never saw a more
perfect going-away outfit.

And I've never worn
nail polish in my life.

It's only pink. We're
only practising.

Open wide.

And bat.

You get it, Chummy.
You're the lady of the house.

Ah, beautiful!

Now, be bold.
Glasses or no glasses?

Glasses. I'd quite
like to see the groom.

I had failed to
divine their purpose.

They have bloomed when the
Lord ordained that they should do so.

Timothy, are you ready?

I'm scared people will laugh.

Weddings are about love, Tim.

Love is... beautiful.

And serious.

And if people smile, it's
because they are glad.

Now, did you remember the rings?

They're in my pocket.

Because I remembered
something, too.

Brylcreem.

Sometimes Christmas
is not a still point.

Snow swirls and melts away

and the day doesn't offer up
the peace that we imagined.

But in the darkness,
seeds awake...

and green shoots
unfurl towards the light.

You should be giving me away.

You should be walking with me.

No. You belong to
no one but yourself.

And you know exactly
where you're going.

Fate might shake us
but our roots run deep.

Ready?

And we have love to water them.

And so we bloom
where we are planted.

Turning our faces to the sun.