All language subtitles for Call The Midwife.S3e04.eng

To the young, it
seems no door is closed

and as though all
hearts are open.

Everything is possible
and love comes so easily.

- Oh, hello.
- Hello.

Hello!

Isn't that the cutest hat?

I loved my work and the
freedom that it brought me.

I loved the teeming streets,
the families I encountered.

I loved it all and I thought
the joy would last forever.

What's this?

My attempt at making the Children's
Dental Education Programme

a little more fun.

Would you mind
finishing it later?

Nurse Miller's still with Kitty
Chubb and she's run out of pethidine.

Is there no one else who can go?

You're next on call and
it's been a long labour,

I think Nurse Miller
would value some support.

Of course.

I shall see you at the clinic.

What's that?

The nightdress I was making.

With every stitch I could see
the baby's face more clearly.

But now the nightdress
will never be needed.

And the face won't go away.

Put it in the drawer, Shelagh.

Put it away, out of sight.

I tried that.

This isn't the end of the world.

It's just the end of a road.

We'll find a way ahead.

I'm looking for it. I really am.

- I can't keep doing this!
- Shh.

You're nearly there, Kitty.

And remember, with
every one of these pushes,

you're that bit nearer
to meeting your baby.

Pethidine, special delivery.

Bless you, Sister, but
we don't need it now.

Baby decided he
was in a hurry after all

and Kitty's coping really well.

- No, I'm not!
- Oh, poor thing.

I need Frankie.

I think I saw Mr
Chubb in the kitchen.

Mr Chubb is called Victor.

Frankie. He's in there.

Top drawer.

Ah! That's him.

Big, strong, brave push!

We're nearly there, Kitty.

I'll go and organise
some hot water.

Actually, Sister, if could just
pass me that warm towel...

Now, pant for me, Kitty.

Well done.

Now, one more big push.

What a beautiful baby boy!

Is he mine?

Is he really mine?

Oh, yes.

You must think me a right
daft 'un, asking for my teddy.

Oh, not all. If it helps
you, that's what matters.

Congratulations.

He's yours now, little
one. I'm not a kid any more.

Excuse me? How
much longer, please?

- What's the name?
- Moss. Leah Moss.

I've been here over an hour.

I do apologise, Mrs Moss, we've
been busier than usual today.

- But you are after this lady.
- Thank you.

Sorry for the long wait.

Could've done without
it today, to be honest.

Don't suppose you've got
a spare hour to lend me?

If only.

You are looking a little tired.
You getting enough rest?

You sound like my mother.

Your ankles are very
swollen. Are they troubling you?

Apart from turning me
into an elephant, no.

Any headaches? Heartburn?

Nothing. I'm sorry but
I really need to go now.

I just need to check your
urine. It'll only take a minute.

Sister, there isn't an
ashtray in my cubicle.

I'll fetch one right
away, Doctor.

I do think Kitty will
make a wonderful mother.

Well, she was so distressed
when she was in labour!

Oh, it's deliveries like Kitty's
that make me glad I'm a midwife.

It's as though I've
found my true purpose.

I felt like that, when I was
called to the religious life.

Sister, do you enjoy the
medical side of things?

Of course! I started off as a
teacher in the village school.

But that's what you do
when you join this Order,

you train as a nurse
and then as a midwife

and all the while you're
studying to take your vows.

It's quite a tall order.

Yes. I've learned a lot.

Oh, I just don't seem
to feel the same...

joy that others do.

Perhaps stop
trying quite so hard

and instead just feel.

Feel the mother's
pain, the mother's joy.

The happiness is catching.

Mrs Moss?

Mame! I'm sorry to be so long,

I was waiting and waiting
for the krankshvester...

Mame?

Mame?

Oh, not again.

No. Not yet...

We'll wait till it passes.

A free spirit, a suffragette,
a noble heroine!

That's all well and good

but it doesn't mean Miss
Scarlett is innocent of murder!

Murder, in Nonnatus House?

An enthralling board game,

in which we are
required to play detective.

Cluedo.

Shh!

J'accuse...

Colonel Mustard.

For one should never
trust a yellow-bellied

Colonial imperialist...

In the Billiard Room.

Billiards is such
a foolish pastime.

With a revolver, the
weapon of cowards!

It's about collecting
clues, not divine inspiration!

Well? Am I correct?

Oh!

Yes!

Oh!

Do you wish to join us, Sister?

I must confess, I find this
game singularly invigorating.

It would be more so if
you followed the rules.

Perhaps another time.

I have some correspondence
to take care of.

I only agreed to join
you in this nonsense

on condition you help me
with the rest of the donations,

so I suggest we go
and do that instead.

- Ah! I see.
- What?

You do not take
defeat very well,

so it's best we abandon
all hope of a rematch.

I am indubitably
the superior player

and I would not wish to
vanquish you a second time.

Well, if you'll pardon me,
I'll leave the experts to it.

Oh, I do like to stroll
along the prom, prom, prom

Where the brass band
plays tiddly-om-pom-pom.

If you're hoping for a duet,
I'm afraid I'm far too tired.

I don't want a duet, I want
an answer to a question.

And I'm rather hoping
that answer might be "yes".

Well, it depends
on the question.

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

All perfectly respectable.

A chap at work had a hotel
reservation and he can't go now so...

Jenny, have you seen my
dratted tennis racquet anywhere?

If Sister Evangelina's
borrowed it to chase mice again...

I'll be up in a minute.

Do say yes.

It would be nice, for once,
not to have to compete

with every nurse and mother in
the East End for your attention.

It is my weekend off.

Is that a yes, then?

Well, I do like to be
beside the seaside.

Cynthia, say you'll come
shopping with me tomorrow.

There's a dress I've been
dying for an excuse to buy

and Alec's invited me
somewhere quite exciting!

Has he?

Penny for them?

Sorry. It's just that I've had

such an odd conversation
with Sister Winifred.

- What about?
- I noticed something wasn't right

when Kitty Chubb
gave birth this morning.

She just looked terribly uneasy.

And when we
were talking it over,

she seemed to be saying that
she found midwifery quite hard.

Perhaps we need to
give her more support.

- Yes.
- We were all beginners once.

Gosh. Who would've thought
we'd end up the old hands?

Now, tell me all
about this dress.

Where's my sweetheart?

Got you some little
treats from the shop.

Schmaltz herring,
er, pickled cucumbers.

I know you've been craving
them, little bit of cream cheese...

Why?

Benny Koffman stopped
by the delicatessen.

Turns out his manager's moving to
Israel and he's looking for a new one.

Wants to know if I fancy it.

Benny Koffman's
shop in Golders Green?

There's a flat above it
and a garden for the littl'un.

This is our chance to
get out the East End.

It's, er, it's going
to be a no, isn't it?

What about my mother?

Take her to a doctor, Leah.

No doctors, Charlie. I
won't even discuss it.

It's 12 years since
she left this flat!

Do you think that doesn't make
me feel as trapped as she is?

Do you think I want
to be stuck here?

Imprisoned in this
house of ghosts?

Talk to her, Leah. Talk to her.

My dear!

Sister Monica Joan let me in.

I wanted to give you
something, for the charity box.

Hello?

Midwives calling.

Come in, come in.

Don't stand on the doorstep!

I'm so ashamed,

we've not so much as a
crumb in the house to offer you.

We're not here to eat, Mrs Rubin.
We've come to see your daughter.

She's in the bedroom.

Hello, I'm Nurse Miller...

What on earth you doing?

Let me help you.

Sister Winifred was
bringing your delivery pack,

so thought I'd tag along.

Nurse Lee told me you left
the clinic in rather a hurry.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't worry.

Your urine test was clear

but we do need you to help us
keep on top of routine checks.

It's important, for
you and for your baby.

I had to come home.

My mother doesn't like
being left alone for too long.

We can come to you here.

Apart from anything else, it will
give us a chance to make sure

you're not doing
any heavy lifting.

I'm just going to take
your blood pressure.

When Dr Turner and I married, I
was so sure what my life would be.

Just as sure as I was
when I took my vows.

But now,

I don't feel sure of anything.

I can't picture
the future at all.

In the past year, your life
has changed unrecognisably.

It's understandable that
you looked for certainties.

Perhaps I was greedy.

I was given so much
and I wanted more.

Do not even begin to think of
your childlessness as a punishment.

- I will not allow it.
- Thank you.

I need something
to occupy my mind.

I'm not used to
having so much time.

You have so many gifts, Shelagh.

Oh, I don't know about that.

You have energy and
compassion and intelligence.

And a voice I have
seldom heard matched.

I only sing in church now.

Have you thought
of joining a choir?

Poplar Choral Society
have a wonderful repertoire.

I thought I heard their
director had retired?

Yes, but the choir
itself is still going strong.

I don't doubt they'd
welcome you with open arms.

So, you are a nun?

Yes.

- And a midwife?
- That's right.

It is truly a wonderful
thing, what you do.

Bringing life into the world.

Seeing everything made new.

Everything's
coming along nicely.

But I've ticked Leah off, she's
been trying to do too much.

That's my fault. I
make work for her.

I'm sure that's not true.

She has attacks.

- Attacks?
- Dizzy spells.

It's gurnisht. Nothing.

It's not nothing!

What if you have a dizzy spell
when you're out and about?

You may fall and hurt yourself.

I don't go outside, so
that will not happen.

You don't go outside?

Sometimes I do and
sometimes I don't.

The attacks, they
come and they go.

We can arrange for a
doctor to drop by and see you.

There's no need for a doctor!

She just needs peace and quiet.

And peace and
quiet I get at home.

Apparently the restaurant serves
the best moules marinières in England.

And I've just remembered
you don't like shellfish.

Well, if it's a seafood
restaurant, there'll be Dover sole.

I'll have to throw
you out in a minute.

I'll be up all hours packing.
I haven't even started.

Shh! Not so loud!

There's something extremely
urgent we must attend to first.

What if one of the
nuns walks past?

I never used to
think I could dance.

When I dance with you,
it feels as if we're in a film.

Like Debbie Reynolds.

Does that make me Gene Kelly?

I rather think it does.

I say!

What do you think?

I think how wicked you are

to be spending two whole
nights in a hotel with a man!

Surely you don't think...

- Alec will have organised two rooms!
- Oh, I'm teasing, silly.

I'm sure it will all
be perfectly proper.

Though I think that's
what he's organised.

He didn't exactly say.

Oh, it's going to be lovely,

strolling hand in
hand along the pier...

But you are a modern
girl in many ways,

he might have made assumptions.

Men will be men.

Not Alec, surely!

Of course not.

In which case, you'd better
have such a marvellous time

that you make us all
positively green with envy.

Hello.

Ah, hello! Do take a seat.

Mr Jesmond will
be with you shortly.

You can take in the luxurious
ambience while you wait.

Do you know when he'll be back?

Well, he said he
was going to the bank

to withdraw the wherewithal
for your little treat. In Brighton.

I see.

It's a shame I had
to cancel my plans,

I've had some memorable
weekends in that hotel.

Still, you two are clearly
going to make the most of it.

- What's he been saying?
- Oh, not much.

But then, he doesn't need to say
much. We understand each other.

Jenny! What a lovely surprise!

Didn't think I'd be seeing
you until this evening.

What have you told him?

Just that I was looking
forward to taking you away.

I was under the impression
you'd booked two separate rooms.

He clearly isn't.

- Jenny, you're making assumptions.
- No, Alec. You are.

Enjoy your moules marinières!

That's perfect!

You just need to take it
easy now these last few days.

Don't worry, Sister, I do
all the housework today.

Not only is it our Shabbas soon,

it is also the
festival of Shavous.

I've heard of Shavous.

Isn't it the Feast of Weeks, the
day you read the Book of Ruth?

And the day I make cheesecake!

A recipe from the heim.

You want to try a bit?

Oh, I've got to get back
in time for evening prayer.

I do love the story of Ruth.

"Whither thou goest I will go and
where thou lodgest I will lodge."

- Leah...
- Oh, my goodness!

Sit in a chair, Leah.

Sorry.

Don't lift her or she'll vomit!

I'm sending for the doctor,
Leah. I'm sending for the doctor.

If not for your mother's
sake, then for your baby's.

I don't want to go to choir
practice! It will all be old women.

No, it won't.

It's a Choral Society,
all sorts of people join!

I like piano and violin,
I don't like singing.

Good evening, PC Noakes.

Evening, Mrs Turner.
How are you, Timothy?

Rather hoping I might get arrested
so I don't have to go to choir practice.

We're joining the Poplar
Choral Society tonight.

Timothy's vexed because
he's missing The Lone Ranger.

Me, too.

Mind you, I've always
fancied singing in a choir.

You could go instead of me.

Well, I'd be quite tempted
but, er, I'm on duty.

- You enjoy yourselves.
- We'll be sure to do just that!

I think we've come
on the wrong night.

Mrs Turner and Timothy?

Mr Delaney?

Welcome, welcome. Both of you.

This all looks very... cosy.

Well, since you telephoned,

we've lost three more
members and our pianist.

So this is it, I'm sorry to say.

Five voices isn't so bad.

And Timothy plays
the piano. Don't you?

Yes, but I can't sing.

Oh, as a matter of fact, we were
about to head to the Coach and Horses.

You can come if you like?

The nipper can sit on the steps
and we'll send out a cream soda.

All right!

You're very kind.
But no thank you.

Come on, ladies! All good
things come to an end.

Coach and Horses is
only round the corner.

No!

Baby seems
completely unperturbed.

What about my mother?

The sedative I've
given her will help.

Not least because it means I
can ask you some questions.

Aside from dizziness,
nausea and hearing loss,

does your mother have
any other symptoms?

She hasn't set foot
outside this flat for 12 years.

- Twelve years?
- Please don't take her away!

I know she's lost her mind
but I can look after her.

What makes you think
she's lost her mind?

During the war, Mame
and I were in a Nazi ghetto.

A miracle happened
and we escaped.

We lived in a
cellar till it was safe.

When we returned home,

our family, our
friends were... gone.

Soon after, we moved to
London, and these attacks start.

You see now?

Mrs Moss, I am not going to
take your mother anywhere.

You've lost enough,

she's lost enough.

But we do need to get to
the bottom of what ails her.

I told you, it's her
mind that ails her.

Not necessarily.

It's possible we may be
looking at a form of vertigo.

Something called
Menieres Disease.

It's a problem
with the inner ear.

- The ear?
- Yes.

And there are
medications we can try.

Really?

A fear of leaving home is quite
common with Menieres sufferers.

It may be that
everything's related.

So, if you treat her ear,
she'll be able to go outside?

There is every
reason for optimism.

After 12 years. I
can hardly believe it.

Thank you both.

Thank you.

You've no business talking to
her about our weekend plans, Clive!

Look, sorry, old thing, but she
lured me into a conversation.

She was checking up on you.

I don't care if she was.
I've got nothing to hide.

Look, why don't you come out
on the town with me instead?

I'll find you a nice new girl.

That Nurse Jenny
Lee is far too proper.

And do you know something?
That's exactly what I like about her!

It was a joke.

Alec!

Police! Police! There's
there's been an accident, quick.

He's over here.

- The staircase just gave way.
- Oh, no!

Is he... Is he dead?

No.

Alec?

Alec!

I'll stay with him, you
call an ambulance.

But fetch the doctor first!

I just saw his car parked
halfway up James Street.

It's a green Austin.

Knock on doors if you have to!

Alec? Alec?

- Here!
- It's Alec Jesmond.

Oh, no.

He's breathing but spark
out. Has been since I arrived.

Main problem looks like his leg.

He fell from up there.

Nasty.

The femur's shattered.

And I don't like
the look of this foot.

We're going to have
to get his shoe off.

It's all right,
mate. It's all right.

You've come a bit of a
cropper. The doctor's here.

I'm sorry. Sorry, just try
and stay as still as you can.

Everything's all right, mate.
The ambulance is on its way.

No blood supply. The
whole limb is at risk.

Now, do as I tell you
and we might save his leg.

Any more pads?

There's a couple
of rolled bandages.

Thank you.

I need your tie, too, to
fix the splint. And yours.

You go outside and wait
to flag down the ambulance.

Yes, sir.

- My leg...
- Alec, don't move.

In a moment, I can give you
something to help with the pain...

but I just need you
to stay completely still.

Where's his ambulance?

- That's the man.
- It's going to be okay, mate.

Is it?

Yeah, it better be.

I don't fancy giving any bad
news to that girlfriend of yours.

No, you don't.

No, I don't.

A problem with my ear?

And it can be mended?

The doctor believes so.

It means you can
leave the house, Mame!

It means you don't need
to be scared any more.

And the timing
couldn't be better.

What do you mean?

You know we always talk of
moving to northwest London?

Well, Benny Koffman has asked
Charlie to be the manager of his shop.

In Golders Green!

And there's a flat, too,
with room for all of us.

I see.

So much news you give
me, all in one evening.

We need to let Benny
know by Sunday, Mame.

And today is Shabbas.

On Sunday, we start packing.

Steady on the way, gentlemen.

How can I have been so naive?

Are you quite certain
that Alec's intentions

aren't of the honourable kind?

You said yourself,
men will be men.

You said Alec wasn't like that.

And nothing you've told
me now suggests otherwise.

I wish you could have heard
this chap. He was nauseating.

But Alec isn't, though.

Perhaps you should discuss it
with him, now you've calmed down.

There's still time to go.

- Cynthia?
- We've had a call.

There's been an accident.

- How is he?
- He's out of theatre.

He's broken his right femur,
left arm and several ribs.

What about his foot?

They couldn't save it.

His ankle was so shattered he
would never have walked on it again.

They said he would
have lost the whole leg

if it hadn't been for Dr Turner.

- What makes you think that?
- I don't know.

Visiting hours are over.
Mr Jesmond needs to rest.

Oh, Nurse Lee.

How are you?

Honey, I heard what happened
to your gentleman friend...

You poor kid. Come here.

Have you slept or
had anything to eat?

I haven't been
able to do either.

Well, I can't do anything
about the sleeping

save knocking you over
the head with a mallet...

but I can give you something
to keep your strength up.

So, go on.

Oh, no, Fred, I couldn't.
You made that for yourself.

No, it's all right. I
shouldn't, really, anyway.

- My gut's been giving me jip...
- Thank you.

Mmm. Mmm.

Maybe I should wait
until after I get the tests?

You'll have to leave
the flat to get the tests.

What if I have an attack?

- You do want to go out?
- Would I be doing this?

Would I be struggling
like this if I didn't want to?

Try, Mame. Please try.

Don't worry. We'll try again.

Yes. Thank you,
you've been very helpful.

Goodbye.

The vascular surgeon
saved Alec Jesmond's leg

but not his foot.

What age is he?

Twenty-five, 26?

He'll live another
50 years, Patrick.

You played your part in that.

- Do you want one?
- I always want one.

But you don't always ask.

Patrick, I'm going
to take on that choir.

- Revive it, get it back on its feet.
- Well, that's a bold move.

I'm a bold girl.

Sometimes.

We tried three times

and she can't even
stand on the doorstep,

let alone on the street.

- Why not?
- Perhaps she needs more time.

How much more? Another 12 years?

The mind is a very
complicated thing.

I've already told
Benny I'm taking the job.

Well, now you can
tell him that you're not!

So...

no foot?

Better no foot than no you.

What am I going to do?

We are going to
do perfectly well.

Who here brushes their teeth?
- Me!

Do you want to show me?

Ah, now, brushing across is fun,
I'll grant you, but it won't do the job.

You see, if you wanted to
clean between your fingers,

you wouldn't brush across
them like this, would you?

You'd go up and down.

That's it.

Would you like to come through?

That was lovely.

We've been singing since school,

we fancied ourselves
as the new Chordettes.

Only look at us now.

All mums, just a few
weeks between our babies.

You've got beautiful voices.

I miss all that singing.

Ladies, I might have
just the thing for you.

How would you
like to join my choir?

We'll be practicing
one evening a week.

Love to, Mrs Turner,
but we've got little ones.

I'm sure you'll be able to
bring them along to rehearsals.

Kitty, you shouldn't be here.

You know you're still
entitled to home visits?

I got bored of home visits.
Anyway, I wanted to show him off.

Oh! He's still got his teddy.

Oh, we don't go
nowhere without Frankie!

Don't forget to tell your family
and friends about the choir.

A choir?

I'm taking over the
Poplar Choral Society.

Numbers had dwindled

and it would be such
a shame if it died out.

Goodness. Have you
ever run a choir before?

I haven't.

But no one else has
taken up the reins.

Sometimes we have to take
matters into our own hands.

Mrs Rubin...

Mrs Rubin, when I was 12,

there was a horse that
lived on the farm next door.

He'd been a fine racer

but then was kept
in the stables so long,

he wouldn't come
outdoors any more.

So the farmer tried
a tiny bit at a time...

You think I'm an alte kliatshe
and don't know what you're doing?

Coming into my house
and calling me a horse!

Yes, all right, it
was a silly idea.

But I cannot sit back

and watch your family fall to pieces
after everything you've been through!

What about this story?

It's about a heroine
called Tzirale Rubin,

who fought and beat the
most evil humans in history.

Who saved her daughter's life.

And left her family and
friends behind? Some heroine!

Listen to me!

You are a warrior, Mrs Rubin.

You can fight this!

Take my arm.

Take it!

That's right.

No. No, please!

Everyone tells you that
love in the films isn't real.

But I know what you and I
have is better than in any film.

When I thought I
might lose you...

When you get out of here,
we're going straight to Brighton.

Then Paris!

Where Gene Kelly and
Debbie Reynolds belong.

Won't be able to do
much dancing, of course.

We'll be dancing in here.

Even now?

Yes.

How do I look? Pretty suave?

The suavest.

My beautiful Jenny.

So, do you think I'll be able to get
50 percent off shoes from now on?

Absolutely!

I'll see you tomorrow.

I've signed up several new
members so far, but we still need more.

We rehearse at the
Community Centre every Friday.

Everybody's welcome.

I wish I could come! I'm
busy with Girls' Brigade.

I think it's a
wonderful enterprise.

How's Alec?

He's got a long road ahead
of him and he knows it.

But he's being so brave.
I couldn't be prouder.

What's this? Poplar
Choral Society?

I'm in the process
of reviving it.

Well you can count me in. And
Alec too, once he's out of hospital.

Wonderful! Thank you.

That was Mr Moss,
Leah's husband.

Leah thinks she's gone into
labour and I'm next on call.

Well, if you wait while I change
into my uniform, I'll come with you.

Don't you want to rest?

No. I want to work.

I need to get back to
normal now, for Alec's sake.

Oh! Good for you.

Good girl, Leah! Good girl.

That's it.

You're doing really well.

I'm just going
to listen to baby.

Baby's heartbeat's a
little slower than I'd like.

Nurse Lee, I must talk with you.

Your friend, Mr Jesmond.
He is gravely sick.

But I saw him less than an
hour ago. What's happened?

The Sister on the phone said
you should go now to the hospital.

I'm sorry.

Jenny, erm...

Are they sending someone else?

They... They didn't say so.

Sister, is everything all right?

Mrs Rubin, I need you.

We're going to welcome
a new life into this world.

Into a family filled with love.

And I need you to do exactly
as I tell you, do you understand?

Tell me what to do.

Sit here.

Leah, you're fully dilated now.

The baby's heartbeat is a little
slow, so I want this baby out quickly.

Now, push for me
as hard as you can.

The head's coming. Leah,
I need you to pant for me.

Good girl.

There's the head.

I can see the head!

Now, I need you to give
me one more big push!

Oh, that's wonderful, Leah.

There we go!

You've a little girl!

You're a bubba.

I'm just going to cut the cord.

Oh, I think I'm more
exhausted than you are!

There we go!

Oh, baby!

She's beautiful!

Oh, you're a darling.

Oh!

Congratulations!

Hello. I'm your mummy.

She looks like you.

She looks like tateh.

We'll stay, here in
the flat, all together.

Sister?

I'm sorry, Mr Jesmond
has just passed away.

No, you're wrong.

I was with him just an
hour ago and he was fine.

- I'm afraid there was a further...
- You're wrong.

Complication with his fracture.

The doctors suspect it was
an embolism that killed him.

I'm so sorry.

Gene Kelly and Debbie Reynolds.

Hear my prayer, O Lord

And let my crying come unto thee

Hide not thy face from
me in the time of my trouble

Incline thine ear
unto me when I call

Jenny.

I need to go to work.

Please?

You've been bereaved.

I won't hear of any return to
work until after Alec's funeral.

His parents won't even
be able to be there.

They're stationed in
Ceylon, his father's at sea.

No work for you today.

You must rest. You can join
us in chapel if you wish to.

Chapel?

I just don't see where
God fits into any of this!

God isn't in the event, Jenny.

He is in the
response to the event.

In the love that is shown
and the care that is given.

I wish I could argue with you.

I wish I could think
of anything at all.

Would you consider taking
compassionate leave?

You could be our guest at
the Motherhouse in Chichester.

I might.

You don't have to
give an answer now.

Patrick, would you look
at this manuscript for me?

- I haven't read music for years.
- You help Timothy with his piano.

I've had to fiddle
with the tenor part

because I'm not sure
how many men will turn up.

Turn up when?

At choir practice tonight.

I've said we'll sing
at Alec's funeral

and I've absolutely no idea
how I'm going to pull it off.

My love, I can't
rewrite choral music

any more than I
can fly to the moon.

You could do your
best. I'm doing my best!

If doing my best
made any difference,

the choir wouldn't be
singing at a funeral!

You are not to blame
for Alec's death!

You did everything
you could for him.

But somewhere else, a decision was
made that no amount of prayer will change

and you have to accept that.

That's what I can't bear.

I know how that feels.

I know you do.

Baby's a beauty,
that's for sure.

They named her
yesterday at the synagogue.

Elizabeth Malke.

Mrs Rubin?

Leah?

Mame?

What you want to bring the
baby out in that thin schmatte?

She'll catch pneumonia.

It is all right if we bring
the prams in, Mrs Turner?

Of course! It's so
good of you to come.

We read about that
young man in the paper.

It said his mother couldn't
make it to his funeral.

Said she lives abroad.

Yes, in Ceylon.

Well, we're all mums now.
We're doing this for her.

Thank you.

I'll go to the kitchen
and put the urn on.

I knew it'd be a good turnout!

You came.

Well, we both wanted to

but Camilla's had to send
apologies, Freddie's teething.

- How's Jenny?
- Not too good, I'm afraid.

I'm desperate to think of a
wise or profound word to help

but all I can feel is utter
fury and that's no help at all.

Well, sometimes there's
nothing you can say.

But there's always
something you can do.

That's why we came tonight.

Can everyone come
and take a seat, please,

so we can go through
the music part by part first?

We've chosen Mozart.

Timothy, if you could play
the introduction for us, please?

Jenny, are you sure about this?

It's such a beautiful dress
and you wanted it so much!

I bought it for a weekend
that's never going to happen

with somebody I'm
never going to see again.

I'm sure the shop
will exchange it for me.

You don't have to wear
black to the funeral, Jenny...

Cynthia, this is a dress I
was never meant to have.

And I need you to help me.

I'm right by your side.

Just the person I
was coming to see!

Hello.

I heard about your loss.

- We wish you long life.
- Thank you.

She's beautiful.

Thank you.

So...

You're out!

You know, this bit of
London doesn't smell so good.

Mame!

In Golders Green, I
think it will be better.

- You're moving?
- Next week. All of us.

Now, you'll think
I'm a meshuggenah

but I have a thing
about goodbyes.

I didn't have the chance
with so many of my own.

Now I like to make
sure it's done proper.

So, I say goodbye.

I didn't get the
chance, Mrs Rubin.

Mame, you've said enough.

You come along and
leave Nurse Lee in peace.

What peace can she know now?

You will feel better
than this, bubala.

Maybe not yet. But you will.

- Will I?
- Yes.

You just keep living.

Until you are alive again.

We cannot deny that Alec
Jesmond's death is tragic,

especially at so young an age.

We are all in need of God.

And His love is needed more
than ever at a time like this.

"Jenny kissed me when we met,

Jumping from the
chair she sat in.

Time, you thief,
who love to get.

Sweets into your
list put that in!"

You make sure you eat
three square meals a day

and a proper breakfast.

I have my spies. Hear me?

We will write often.
And you must write, too.

Yes.

We want to hear every titbit of
enthralling news from the Motherhouse!

We've had a call from Joy
Higgins in Orient Buildings.

Looks like baby's on the way!

I should go!
I'm first on call...

Oh! You stay and
wave Nurse Lee off.

I'll see to this one.

- You sure?
- Never more so.

May you find peace, my dear.

"Say I'm weary, say I'm sad.

Say that health and
wealth have missed me.

Say I'm growing old,

but add Jenny kissed me."

The doors of Nonnatus House

were still wide open
but my heart had closed.

All I could do was
try to keep living

until I felt alive again.

Sister!

Help! Help!

I've got the day off tomorrow.

I thought we could
snuggle up on the sofa

and listen to Take It From Here.

I'm Patience Mount
but people call me Patsy.

I want my daughter examined,
I reckon she's in the family way.

Surely not.

I hate the word "Mongol".

Mongols are a tribe,
they live abroad.

I've never heard of
it happening, ever.