All language subtitles for Call The Midwife.S3e06.eng

Summer was coming to an end.

The dawns were paler
and the mornings cool.

Yet we had few thoughts
of autumn or of harvest,

for we saw the fruits of
women's labours every day.

- Good morning!
- Good morning, Fred.

Good morning!

The wheel of our
year turned slowly.

Work was its
constant driving force,

as present yet as
changeable as the weather.

But time passed in
Poplar as it did everywhere,

holding mysteries
and secrets in its net.

We were nibbling
maraschino cherries

and drinking gin cocktails
on the deck of his yacht.

Gosh, I'm sorry. Did I
sleep through breakfast?

There's something kept warm for
you but you need to be quick about it.

And then he said,
"Trixie, darling,

"let me take you to Monaco."

- Who did?
- Rock Hudson.

In a dream she had.

But then I said, "Rock,
that sounds lovely

"but I'm afraid I have to be up early
to prep and pack for my home visits."

Can you imagine?

I blame Christmas and
the long winter nights.

Uh.

Number of young women due
to give birth nine months later.

There's 30 in the
next two weeks alone.

And my district patient
numbers are spiraling wildly.

I don't know how we're going
to get through the next month.

Unless we start home
visits an hour earlier.

No. He really wouldn't
want me to do that.

Who wouldn't?

Rock Hudson.

Well, the obvious answer is you
need to attend to your social life.

It's true.

Though he wouldn't have
to be terribly glamorous.

It wouldn't have to be
a yacht or gin martinis.

Or Rock Hudson?

Thank you.

But is he really my type?

She doesn't like
the handsome type.

Perhaps he hasn't enough
film star charisma for her.

All right. Thank you.

I'm sure the curate's very sweet

but I dated one once and
it has slightly put me off.

- Good morning.
- Reverend.

- Hello.
- What do you think?

It belongs to an
old college friend.

He said we could
borrow it if we fix it up.

It ought to be a boon
for the Guides and Cubs,

if we can actually
get it started.

Do you think it might make
it all the way to Monaco?

Actually, Nurse Franklin, you
might be just the person I need.

- Really?
- For advice on a matter of style.

I didn't think the church funds
would cover a coat of paint

but Fred thinks he can
get me some cheap.

I could do you eight gallons of
blue for five bob, or some yellow.

Well, I'm not quite sure what
buses are wearing this season

but I wouldn't have
thought yellow.

Maybe blue will suit.
What kind of blue?

It's blue.

Oh, Fred, have I not
taught you anything?

Is it duck-egg blue, full
of the warmth of summer?

Well, on the tin
it just says "blue".

Fred, I hope you don't think you
can leave that thing parked there.

I suggest you leave your
money in your pocket.

My experience with Fred's deals is
you always regret getting involved.

Received and understood.

We've quite a full list
this afternoon, miss.

You may have to be patient.

Take a seat, thank you.

Sorry, Sister.

I was helping one of my home
visits to breastfeed. Mrs Lloyd again.

Baby just wouldn't latch on.

They only keep you as long
as you let them, Nurse Miller.

Now, hurry up and
make yourself useful.

Don't you think, Sister, especially
during these busier periods,

that timed appointments might
move things along rather more swiftly?

Hello, Mrs Brendal.

Heavens, what a whopper!
Easy to see who baby takes after.

If you could just pop baby on
the scales for me, Mrs Brendal.

You've registered with us quite
close to your due date, Mrs Doyle.

Well, we only just...

Myself and my husband, we
only recently came to London.

It will mean moving
things along quite quickly.

We'll set up a home
visit for tomorrow.

I see Dr Turner has done routine
bloods and a pelvic assessment.

Everything seems to be normal.

I told the doctor, I'm worried
my baby isn't moving so much.

And I'm sure Dr Turner told you that
babies' movements are very varied.

There is no right amount.

You might try drinking
a glass of cold water.

That will often
get baby to kick.

But you will check? Do tests?

We'll listen in to baby's heart.

But first we need
some details from you.

Let's start with
your maiden name.

Why would you
need to know that for?

We need to get a full picture
of your family health history.

Stocks. Phoebe Stocks.

And do you have someone other
than your husband to help out?

No. I don't know anyone.

Could all mothers keep their
children under control, please?

And once you've been
seen by the midwife,

can you please
make your way out?

Nurse Mount,

if you think you're here
to bawl like a publican...

Oh, hardly, Sister.
Certainly loud...

or upset mothers with unhelpful
remarks about their babies,

I think your time would
be better spent elsewhere.

I beg your pardon?

Here are your district
patients for today.

I know Nurse Noakes will be
relieved to have your support.

Sister Julienne, you know
that I came to Nonnatus House

specifically to
enhance my midwifery?

I do.

But needs must, and as our
most recent addition to the staff,

your transfer will be less of
an upheaval for the mothers.

I will admit that
midwifery has been

quite the dizzying
shift of tempo for me.

But I know that I can
learn and adjust to it.

For now, our
decision must stand.

There. Did you feel it?

Jesus, he nearly
had my hand off.

He'll be playing fly-half
for Ulster one day.

He? No.

It'll be a girl and she'll
have all the boys after her.

Mmm, just like her
beautiful mother?

Declan, was it the right thing?

To leave everything
and come here?

Not everything.

We still have each other.

And we brought
this little fellow along.

The receipt from
the registry office.

I paid them today.

Well, took a fair bite out of
my first wage packet, though.

It's what we agreed, Phoebe.

Aye.

In a grim wee room instead
of us both at the altar.

Well, it's not our fault
neither church will marry us.

I know. I just...

I wish there was a
way we could do it right.

Maurice Glennon, get back in that
bed. The nurse will be here any minute.

Doreen, don't fret. I'll be
back at work tomorrow.

It's all very well them
saying you need bed rest.

You should have been
back at work days ago.

Let the nurse in, Gillian.

They won't hold that
job for you past this week.

And trying to feed us
on the sick club money

is worse than when we
used to have the ration book.

Doreen, we'll manage.

We always have. Always will.

He's just through here, Nurse.

Mrs Glennon, I'm Nurse Mount.

I hope your husband's been
getting plenty of bed rest.

Haven't moved my
backside off this mattress.

Have I, Gillian?

I understand a fall at work
gave your back a very nasty jolt.

Yes. Off the ladder
of his crane, Nurse.

He's been off
close to two months.

A fractured vertebrae.

It's in his spine.

You got some competition there.

Gillian says she's
going to be a nurse.

Any pain in the back still?

Nothing. I'm fit as a fiddle.

The steroid injections Dr
Turner prescribed to your husband

seem to be doing their job.

This should be the last.

- And then he can get back to work?
- We hope so.

Mr Glennon, how
did you get that?

Another accident at work?

Souvenir from me army days.

I hope you got a better
touch than that other nurse.

I've had no complaints so far.

That's a lovely thing, Sister.

Isn't it?

An exquisite cartography
of the heavens.

I suppose some of these old
instruments are a bit out of date now,

what with recent
scientific discoveries.

I think you'll find
that old instruments,

if they are of good quality,

retain their value and purpose.

Neither this
reliable globe nor I,

though both old instruments,

are by any means redundant.

Oh, of course not, Sister.

I... I didn't mean anything
against you, Sister Monica Joan.

You look like you're waiting
to see the headmaster.

Almost. I'm waiting to
talk to Sister Julienne

about arrangements
for the harvest festival.

I have an idea. To
distribute boxes, like this one,

into which people can
place their donations.

The boxes are then collected
by a whole team of volunteers

just before the harvest
festival celebration. And then...

I'd love to help but today is
terribly busy and tomorrow.

And then it's my first day
off in quite a while so...

No, I wasn't for a moment trying
to recruit you, Nurse Franklin.

Did you plunge headlong into
the murky world of Mr Buckle?

Did you buy Fred's dodgy paint?

No. No, I decided to heed
your advice. Thank you.

Very wise.

Perhaps I could say a proper
thank you, if you'd let me?

Would you care to
join me for a lovely day

watching some first-class
cricket on your day off?

Unless you have plans.

I don't think I know the
first thing about cricket.

Isn't it terribly complicated?

It's just a man with a
stick trying to hit a ball.

The key ingredients are
a splendid picnic hamper,

a clear blue sky,

and, well, one's
choice of companion.

I'd love to.

I think it will
be rather lovely.

Ladies with the latest millinery
promenading in the Members Enclosure.

Actually, I think you may
be confusing it with Ascot.

Sipping long glasses of Pimm's

- and munching on strawberries.
- And Wimbledon.

And I daresay we may hobnob
with the great and the good.

Gosh! But what does one wear?

What exactly are
you doing, Sister?

Making a sheaf loaf
for the harvest festival.

Or at least trying.

My mother made it
look so terribly easy.

Perhaps you're being just a
little too ambitious, Sister Winifred.

But you can't have a harvest
festival without a sheaf loaf.

It's just a minor matter. Just
let the curate park his bus here.

It's not a minor matter,
Camilla. It is the law.

Yes.

But it's not as if
anyone killed anyone.

If we let people pick and choose
what laws to obey, what do we get?

Anarchy. Yes, I know.

- Mr Glennon, why are you out of bed?
- Just let me have the chitty.

I said we might be able to sign
you fit for return to work but...

You have a high temperature.
It's probably close to 100.

There'll be no
work for you today.

There'll be none all month if
I don't get there and clock in.

Mr Glennon, where's your wife?

Stitching shirts at
three shillings a box.

You think I can lie in
bed with that going on?

Mr Glennon, into the
bed with you right now.

Gillian, I need you to
telephone Dr Turner,

tell him he must come quickly.

We don't need the doctor coming.

It's just a piece of
paper to make it legal.

Why is it so important
we do it in a church?

Because I want to take my vows
under the eyes of God, not just the law.

I cannot see how anyone
raised the way we were

wouldn't want to turn their
back on the whole thing!

It's not just for us.
It's for the baby.

Like I'm not thinking
about the baby!

But if you want him to
stay a bastard, that's fine!

Let's not get ourselves married.

Well, did you hear everything

or would you like me
to write it down for you?

I'm the midwife,
here to see Mrs Doyle.

Well, I didn't think
you were Alma Cogan.

I'll be out of your way.

And this is the rubber
sheet to cover the bed with

when the time comes.

I thought you
might be interested

in coming to some of
our mothercraft classes.

There's still time to
learn a little about baby

and get to know
some other mothers.

That'd be nice.

I'm sorry about earlier.

Declan's not always
so unpleasant.

I'm quite sure he's not.

But it's not good
for you or for baby

to be getting upset
and arguing like that.

We eloped.

It sounded more
romantic than this.

I wanted a church wedding.

But he's Catholic,
I'm Protestant.

The two of us grew up on
neighbouring streets in Belfast.

We only met because of work.

Our parents
didn't like it at all.

And then you got pregnant.

Back home,

a girl like me,

pregnant and not married,

she has to hate herself for the
shame she's brought to her family.

Oh, and the boy
from the other side.

That's the world
we ran away from.

Your father's very
stubborn and foolish, Gillian.

What if you'd fallen and
damaged your back again?

You've a fever. You're wheezing.

Your heart's banging like
a barn door in a hurricane.

- What's the matter with him, Nurse?
- Feel your father's pulse.

His heart's working too hard
and we need to find out why.

- Hello? Doctor.
- Go on.

Tell him I'm on the
mend, Nurse. Please.

That's for the doctor to decide.

- Thank you for coming so promptly.
- Mr Glennon,

I hope you haven't been getting
on the wrong side of Nurse Mount.

I believe we've
established who's boss.

♪ Bringing in the sheaves

♪ Bringing in the sheaves

♪ We shall come rejoicing

♪ Bringing in the sheaves ♪

Oh!

That's interesting.

Old... and reliable.

That's all.

Mmm.

How long have you had this rash?

It's nothing. Just
itches a bit is all.

And the chest is crackly.

Possibly a result
of you spending

- so much time in bed.
- There you go.

Should have been up
and about days ago.

I'm going to prescribe you
some antibiotics for your chest.

We'll see how it responds.

You'll sign that chit,
though, won't you?

I can send Gillian with
word. I'll start work tomorrow.

I'm afraid you won't be going
back to your job yet, Mr Glennon.

I've got to. I've
got a family to feed!

Everyone gets into an
awful tangle over this problem

between the Catholics
and the Protestants.

Obviously the district round
gives me plenty to get my teeth into.

I've never really understood it.

I mean, they both go to church
and pray to the same God.

The point is, Sister
Julienne knows

I came to Nonnatus House
to gain midwifery experience.

I told Phoebe Doyle she should
go and talk to Tom Hereward

and that he was
very nice. And he is.

I don't know why you all
thought he wasn't my type.

I think the only one who
thought he wasn't was you.

Now, the problem is

deciding how alluring one should
make oneself for a date with a curate.

Hmm.

Oh!

What a lovely thing!

I have a scarf this would
go just perfectly with.

Hmm.

- What are you doing?
- Well, I was just thinking,

this would make the
perfect accessory...

Would you not touch
my private things again!

Are we still not
getting any post?

None here and apparently
none at the surgery, either.

They say the strike
could go on another week.

Can I show Colin

my Airfix Supermarine
Spitfire when he comes?

Do you have any time
before your outing?

- Have you got your packed lunch?
- And who's Colin?

It'll only take a minute,

yes, I have and Colin's
a new boy at school.

That'll be Colin.

Hello!

- Come in.
- He's got his lunch.

Just through here.

- This is Colin.
- Hello, Timothy's mum and dad.

- Hello!
- No time to see the Spitfire.

Goodbye, Timothy's mum and dad.

Ah, yes, the cricketing jaunt.

I must say, I find Mr
Hereward very agreeable.

Yes, so do I.

Perhaps he'll bowl
a maiden over.

Excuse me?

Fred tells me
it's a cricket joke.

Apparently it's...
It's quite funny.

- Hello.
- Good morning!

- You look very nice.
- You look lovely.

I've had to make a change or
two to the outing I had planned.

A day at Lord's
would be splendid.

But the Oval at Vauxhall
will be lovely, too.

- You see, I have done some homework.
- Ah!

Actually we're going
to Clacton-on-Sea.

- Essex are at home to Warwickshire.
- Clacton?

- And we'll be taking the bus.
- Really?

Just for the two of us?

Well, I'm afraid
their trip to the zoo

- was cancelled at terribly short notice.
- Whose trip?

And we couldn't not give
them a treat of some sort.

♪ When the saints go marching in

♪ I want to be in that number

♪ When the saints
go marching in ♪

That'll be the
9:00 shift starting.

I'm sorry you lost your job.

It's not just the wages.

I hate seeing Doreen
coming home so worn out.

And I miss the work.

Being stuck in here, weeks
on end, doing nothing.

I can't stand to
be idle, either.

You wouldn't believe the
view from the cab in my crane.

Everything's so
small down below.

Isn't it lonely up
there all on your own?

Peaceful, I'd call it.

All alone with your thoughts.

You'll be back up there.
I promise you, you will.

It should be a terrific match.

Yes, I'm looking forward to it.

If the wicket offers some turn,

then Bill Greens and his googly
ought to be quite a handful.

I'm very sorry

but you do know I haven't the
first idea what any of that means?

Nurse Trixie, Colin Monk's
eaten all of his packed lunch

and two spiders for a bet.

And now he's been
sick all over the floor.

Ew!

This will at first feel like a
terribly awkward procedure

but you'll have rather more
chances to practise this little skill

than you could ever imagine.

The first objective,
if at all possible,

is to avoid jabbing
the pin into young sir,

or, of course, young madam,

whilst, oh! Also
avoiding injury to oneself.

Oh, I pity the poor wee
things with us as mothers.

Oh, dear me, you're in a bit
of a muddle, let's start again.

We won't miss the start of
play, though, will we, Reverend?

I managed to mop up most of it,

although the smell's lingering
somewhat. How's the patient?

Now, I want you all here nice and
promptly for our next class, ladies.

We'll be unravelling the
mysteries of breastfeeding.

Oh!

- You look like you enjoyed yourself.
- I did.

And you look all sweet like
we didn't have a hell of a row.

I'm here to apologise for that.

You're forgiven.

Now, who could have taken
things from a charity box?

Who, indeed?

Sister Monica Joan, you
didn't by any chance...

Ah!

Sister, these things
were left as donations.

Yes. Isn't that kind?

But I mustn't keep
them all to myself.

Mars is very tasty.

Please, help yourself
to Saturn or Jupiter.

It shouldn't take more than
an hour to get back to Poplar.

Once you get this
wreck started again.

Do you think we
should turn back?

Well, yes.

But the cricket.

We'll obviously miss
the start of play but I...

I did promise the boys.

It's no good.

There was telephone
box a mile or two back.

I'll call for a mechanic
while you look after the boys?

- Really?
- Reverend! Reverend!

We found the cricket
scores on your radio.

Trevor Bailey's 120 not out.

I'll go to the phone box.
You listen to the cricket.

You may now kiss the bride.

What can I say?

I am so sorry.

I'm sure it wasn't quite the
day either of us had in mind.

Perhaps we could try another
outing. Just the two of us?

Perhaps when I've had a little
time to recover from this one.

I am disturbed by
this ghostly apparition.

It is very unsettling.

Oh!

Oh!

Come along, young man.

Your dad'll be home soon

and we can't keep him
waiting for his dinner.

- What is for dinner?
- Oh, someone's feeling better.

I have tried to tell him insects
aren't good for the digestion.

Never mind. He seems fine now.

- And they've had such fun.
- Yes.

I worry that Colin gets lonely
sometimes, as an only child.

I worry for Timothy, too.

Would you have liked another?

He's actually my stepson.

Dr Turner was
widowed when we met.

My husband and I couldn't
have children of our own.

But Colin's mum had died
and he'd been put in foster care.

He knows he's adopted.

And we all know we're lucky.

And all the way along,
the more love he's needed,

the more love we've found.

We haven't run out yet.

But I will, if he
doesn't get a move on.

Colin!

Perseus.

And Cassiopeia.

And between the two

lies the Perseus Double
Cluster! Remarkable.

It's working all right, then?

Oh, it certainly is.

- Gillian?
- You've got to come.

Dad said I wasn't to trouble you

- but he's got really bad.
- Where's your mother?

Out at Mr Goldman's all day now.

'Cause somebody has to
put food on the bloody table.

I can feel baby's
head's engaged.

Also I need to go to the
toilet a lot more at night.

That's because there's more
pressure low down on your bladder.

It all means baby's getting ready
to come out and meet the world.

Wee thing must've
heard the news.

It's official now.

Congratulations!

Not a church wedding.

Declan would have never
have converted to my faith.

So how does it feel
to be Mrs Doyle?

I'm married.

Though I'm not
sure I really feel it.

- Nurse.
- Mr Doyle.

I should say thank you

for pushing Phoebe
to go these classes

and for meeting other
girls in her condition.

Well, she's full of it.

And spending less time thinking
about making her peace with the church.

I must say, this whole business
seems to bring her more grief than joy.

If it was up to me, I'd
shut all the churches.

Turn them into bingo
halls. Something useful.

But I know it's
important to Phoebe.

Come on, now, let's
have you on your side.

No more pills. They
make me worse.

Hold onto him, Gillian.

Why isn't he getting any better?

Sometimes what's
wrong with someone

stays a mystery
for quite a while.

Did you get those scars fighting
in the Far East, Mr Glennon?

Gillian, why don't you pop next
door and put the kettle on for us?

Those scars are from the
treatment of leg ulcers, aren't they?

Treatment by doctors with
no access to proper equipment.

Doctors in a
prisoner-of-war camp?

We were defending an airfield
in Java when the Japs came.

We never had a chance.

They sent us up the Straits of
Malacca to build the Burma railway.

Two hundred and
sixty miles of track,

eating gnats and flies,

fighting over a grain of rice.

And you decided to act as if
none of it had ever happened.

My mother,

when there was storm,

she used to be sure
to open the front door

and the back door.

So the thunder and lightning
would go straight through.

"Don't let your misfortunes
find a home," she'd tell me.

- It's about Mr Glennon, Doctor.
- Yes?

His condition is
considerably worse.

He's not responding
to the antibiotics?

Not at all.

Mr Glennon was a
prisoner-of-war in Burma.

Could it be some kind
of tropical disease?

It would be an extremely
long incubation period.

Sixteen years?

Sister Monica Joan,
have you seen this?

You have to look.
It's proper fascinating!

"The American
satellite they sent up

"has taken the first ever photographs
of planet Earth from space."

What could be more fascinating

than a first-hand
account of Halley's Comet

in 240 BC?

I want nothing to do with it!

But Sister!

Do you not recall
the catastrophe

when the Gorgon saw
herself in the mirror?

Or how Lot's wife looked back
and was turned into a pillar of salt?

Well, yeah, but...

I'm disappointed in you, Fred!

I don't understand
how you can't see

that this is an abomination!

Yes. Yes, I think we have
what we need. Goodbye.

What did they say, Doctor?

According to the Hospital for
Tropical Diseases in St Pancras,

the time delay between
contracting the disease

and the appearance of
symptoms isn't atypical.

Do they know what it could be?

Well, they think that what's
causing the infections and sepsis

in Mr Glennon's body is... Ah!

- Strongyloides stercoralis.
- What on earth is that?

A roundworm.

Its larva enters through
the sole of the naked foot,

then migrates through the
circulation system to the lungs,

crawling up the
respiratory tract,

to be swallowed and make
its home in the small intestine.

But why is it active now?

The steroid I prescribed.

I'm told that there are cases where
the injection has woken the worm

and caused it to replicate.

It's remarkable that you
spotted it, Nurse Mount.

What put you
onto the right track?

I must have read something
in a medical magazine.

You know how these
things stick in the mind.

I fear the worst.

Should I look upon
that unholy image?

Absolutely, Sister.

And yet my crime,

if crime it be,

is my weakness!

I can resist no more.

This is our Earth?

How ridiculous!

Mr Glennon,

we think the problem is something
you've picked up in Burma.

And it's led to you
developing pneumonia.

We'll need to take you to
hospital for tests and observation.

He never told me a thing
about his time in a prison camp.

It's not an uncommon thing

for someone to keep an
experience like this to themselves.

There's me been pushing
him to be getting back to work.

I can't help thinking
this is all my fault.

No, it's not, is
it, Nurse Patsy,

it's not Mum, it's the
infection making him sick.

That's right.

And that's why your dad is
going to need a lot of help

to make him better.

Help from both of us.

Spitfires weren't bombers, Tim.

They were fighter planes.

Pedant.

Somebody's expanding
their vocabulary.

I made a new friend yesterday.

Did you?

Jean Monk. Colin's mother.

Colin?

Cub Colin.

Ah, yes.

Jean was telling me
that Colin is adopted.

Really?

You know what I'm
going to say, don't you?

I know how much you want a baby.

And I think you know
how much I'd like one, too.

I really don't believe I'd have
to carry a child inside my body

for it to feel like ours.

If I felt that, it would mean that
loving Timothy has taught me nothing.

Shelagh, if you want to adopt,
we can look into adopting.

Really?

- Really!
- Oh.

I know as little about this from a
parent's perspective as you do.

But we can work it out together.

First time for both of us.

I just hope Timothy agrees.

People have responded so generously
with donations for the harvest festival.

Mr Hereward is a breath
of fresh air, isn't he?

Yes. He's quite a chap.

Well, he's very good at making
more work for us in our busiest times.

His harvest festival parcels
aren't going to wrap themselves.

Sister Monica Joan,

I think Fred rather thinks
he's upset you again.

Something about a photograph?

Oh, no. No.

Fred has the foolish idea that
the mystery of the stars and planets

is a fragile thing.

We have to realise

that we have nothing at
all to fear from science.

Patsy? I thought you were
coming back for pudding.

Sister Monica Joan is
starting to chew the cutlery.

Telephone call. It
was about Mr Glennon.

The chap you thought had
some sort of tropical disease?

And I was right.

Only Dr Turner says the
recovery rates aren't at all high.

But you've gave him a chance.

And that's the
thing to remember.

How did you even know to
consider such an exotic thing?

Because of the
scars on his legs.

I've seen them before.

Until I was nine years old,

I was living a life of
privilege in Singapore.

Two weeks later, my mother, sister
and I were separated from my father

and put in a Japanese
internment camp.

We were beaten and tortured
for the slightest misdemeanours.

I have so few things to
remember my family by.

They took everything from us.

There was a makeshift hospital.

It was just another hut.

I was still a child
but I felt drawn to it,

helped where I could.

You never forget what dreadful
cruelty people are capable of.

War leaves us all a lot poorer
than it finds us, doesn't it?

Everyone has their story.

But we can't let
it affect our work.

We have to rise above it.

Why? Why must I rise above it?

Oh, Patsy, come down and...

I saw my sister and mother
die of disease and malnutrition!

Patsy, I had no
idea. I'm so sorry.

And I'm sorry if everyone
thinks that I lack compassion.

They know you don't.

But sometimes patients
need to see that you care.

In the hell I grew up in, what
was important was what we did,

not some great show of
sentiment and emotion!

So, fire away.

If you did adopt a
little sister or brother,

would I have to
share my bedroom?

- Do you want to?
- No.

Would I still get the same
pocket money? I wouldn't get half?

No. You wouldn't get half.

Could they play piano
at the choir practice

so I could play cricket instead?

I think that's a possibility.

So, what's the verdict?

I think...

it would be good.

Good morning.

Wherever she was going,
she seemed in a terrific hurry.

Who's that?

Nurse Mount.

She's been gone for several hours
now. She hasn't cleared her rota

or told anyone when
she might return.

Patsy was up out first thing

and nobody's
heard from her since.

It means that Chummy's
single-handed again on the district rota

and having to cover for her.

She was in a prison camp.

And at nine years old.

It must have been
unimaginably awful.

We had a bit of a set-to.

She seemed to think none
of us really understood her.

And now nobody
knows where she's gone.

Do you feel that she might have
left Nonnatus House altogether?

I did. But all of her clothes
are still in her wardrobe.

Yes.

You just need to
calm down a little and...

Mr Doyle?

Mr Doyle, could
you just tell me,

have your wife's
waters actually broken?

Heart rate's nice and steady.

Baby's obviously ready
to come and see the world.

Breathe deeply.

Push a little.

Not too hard.

I can't do it anymore!

You can.

A small gentle push
for me, Phoebe.

Oh! Help me!

You're doing wonderfully.

Just keep calm and
breathe. It won't be long now.

Here comes your baby, Phoebe.

Gently now, gently.

And the head's out!

Shoulders are coming.

It's a boy.

Hello, wee fella.

We just need to wait for
the placenta now, Phoebe.

Would you like to meet
your son, Mr Doyle?

Mr Doyle.

Just one moment, please.

Isn't he beautiful?

He's the best thing I ever saw.

Cynthia... CYNTHIA: Hmm?

Baby's not picking up
quite as much as he should.

Oh.

I'll try the mucus extractor.

Is something wrong?

Baby's breathing
is a little laboured.

What does that mean?

It's all right, Phoebe.

Nurse Franklin just needs to help
baby get his breathing started properly.

Declan, didn't I say
about him not kicking?

Shh! Settle, now. The midwives
know what they're doing.

I'm just going to rub his
back for a few moments.

Declan, I'm scared
we're going to lose him.

Oh, God, I'm
afeared for his soul!

Declan!

Mr Doyle? Your
wife needs you here!

Please tell me
he'll be all right.

Sometimes baby needs
a little encouragement

when he comes into the world.

Let me hold him, please!

I need to hold him!

I need to wrap him in another
blanket to keep him nice and warm.

Don't hold him too tightly.

We have to let him breathe.

Your little boy, he may need
the help of a specialist baby unit.

I'll let Doctor know and
telephone for an ambulance.

Careful.

Reverend!

Reverend!

Reverend, please, you
have to come. It's my baby.

Of course.

Come on!

The ambulance will
be here very soon.

And the hospital will do
everything that they can.

Reverend Hereward.

Nurse Franklin.

I brought the priest, Phoebe.

How is he?

They want to take
him to the hospital.

But I can't let him go.

Not yet, Reverend.

Not yet.

Would you like me to
christen your son, Mrs Doyle?

Would you do that?

With your permission, Nurse.

You have a beautiful
baby, Mrs Doyle.

Do you have a name for him?

James Declan.

James Declan,

I baptise thee in the
name of the Father

and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

We humbly beseech thee to grant

that as he is now made
partaker in the death of thy Son,

that he may be also
of his resurrection.

And finally,

with the residue of the
saints, that he may inherit

thine everlasting kingdom

through the same, thy Son,

Jesus Christ, our Lord.

- Amen.
- Amen.

The ambulance is here.

I've made what enquiries I could
in the station about Nurse Mount.

I dropped in at the London to see if
she'd gone to see Maurice Glennon.

You must remember that some
of the most brusque amongst us

are also the most kindhearted.

No accident involving a
nurse has been reported.

She's very capable.

I hope we're all
worrying about nothing.

But she has no right to
make us feel frantic like this!

Honestly, I could
give her a slap!

Sister, please!

Oh, Nurse Mount!

- Oh!
- Oh, are you all right?

Where have you been?

Well, I set off first thing

for the Hospital of Tropical
Diseases at St Pancras.

And they told me
there was a doctor

who'd written a paper
on strongyloidiasis.

Didn't you think to tell
anyone where you'd gone?

So I tracked him down

and he said there was a
specialist trialing a new drug

at the Liverpool School
of Tropical Disease.

But because of
the postal strike,

I thought I should go up there
and get the medication myself.

To Liverpool?

Fortunately, I had my
emergency £5 note in my purse.

The medication's American.

Dithiazanine.

I need to get these
to Maurice Glennon.

No, you do not. You need to
rest after the day you've had.

- I can take those.
- Thank you.

What you need
is a nice long bath.

I'll go and get that
sorted right away.

- Busy day?
- A landmark day.

We are now completely up-to-date
with the polio vaccination programme.

That's wonderful,
Patrick. Well done!

Meanwhile, I haven't
been entirely idle.

I called in at the Church of
England Children's Society,

asking about the
possibility of adoption.

- And?
- And I was made extremely welcome.

Tea in a china pot and
some very superior biscuits.

I think they quite
like the idea of us.

A GP and a retired midwife.

As a first step, we have
to fill in all of these forms.

Then, if all's well, we'll
progress to interview.

We'll be filling
these in for a week!

Quite right, too.

As the lady said,

the children have already
got off to a sorry start in life.

They need the very best
parents the agency can find them.

I don't know why they need
to know half of this stuff.

I've never seen
so many questions.

Quite.

No, I'm sorry, Shelagh,
you've rushed into this.

There are plenty
of adoption charities

and we should talk to them all,

find out what
conditions they impose.

No one's imposing
any conditions.

They just want to
know who we are.

Well, it's perfectly
obvious who we are.

Patrick!

We're filling these
forms in tonight.

Some babies, I suppose, take
the deep breaths they need,

they have to be given
oxygen for a while.

And is that all that's
wrong with the baby?

Well, we have to hope there's
no serious cardiac problem.

But quite often, the
problem sorts itself out.

Really? How?

Once a baby has to
breathe on its own,

the heart can heal itself.

And what about grownups?

Can their hearts heal
themselves, too, Nurse Franklin?

I think so.

Trixie, please.

Tom.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Very glad to meet you.

Ah, look at that!

The harvest moon.

- Am I forgiven?
- What on earth for?

Everyone's being awfully
careful around me all of a sudden.

Well, the last time I saw you,
you were rather angry with me.

Only because you were right.

There's nothing worse than having
an argument with someone who's right.

I think it's time for an
Advocaat. Don't you?

For you. It's a
harvest festival parcel.

We need to build you up
and get you back to work.

You've given me enough.

One of the nuns came. Big woman.

She told me what
happened to you as a girl.

I didn't suffer any
more than you.

Don't let it eat you up
for the rest of your life.

Remember what I said?

Next time there's a storm,

you need to leave
open both doors.

Don't let your
misfortunes find a home.

History needn't be a trap.

We can escape its web

and shake off
its weight of pain.

We can change our minds

and open up our hearts.

We can let forgiveness speak

and allow it to be heard.

Let friendship flourish

and let love in,

so it might feed and
sustain us all our days.

Oh!

I miss the East End.

Hello, stranger!

Hello...

Oh, Camilla.

You always were a stomper.

You? You aren't
supposed to come here.

Whatever are you doing?

I have to clean her. I
have to sterilise everything.

You're embarrassed by our home.

Trixie can have the pick
of any man she wants.

I have two left feet.

I won't live with this
between us, Patrick.

I saw you, with Tom.