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Don't stand here! Move back!

Fred, Fred!

What's the latest advice?

They've put a ladder up on
the bridge, they're going to

get the injured down that way,
but there's people climbing over

the old sheds on the far
side and it's not safe.

All right, direct them
this way, we're setting up

a first aid station
inside Nonnatus.

Fred! Fred!

Nancy. Were you on the train?

Yes, I-I-I was on the train and...
and I went to the toilet and...

Calm down. It's all
right, it's all right...

It's not all right!

I was with Sister
Julienne and Dr Turner.

And I left them.

I couldn't get back to them.

I don't know where
they are, Fred.

I don't want it. I
don't like needles.

We need the afterbirth to come
away. It's been 30 minutes...

Sister Edwards, a natural third
stage can take up to an hour.

Leave the midwifery
decisions to me, please.

This is a busy department.

We haven't got all night.

SHE WINCES

I want to see my baby.

Please, can I see my baby?

Carole.

Baby was just too small
and too weak to live.

Did I do it wrong?

Did I hurt it? No.

No, its lungs weren't
fully developed.

It would never have been
able to breathe on its own.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Please would you
take this, Nurse?

CAROLE SNIFFLES

There's still nobody answering.

RADIO: We have reports that
ambulances and fire engines...

It might not be that
near to Nonnatus House.

They might not even know.

..this evening's crash, which took
place at the junction of Wick Street

and Hendy Street, in the vicinity
of the overhead railway bridge.

It might not be Dad's
train. Turn it off.

Turn it off before the
children come downstairs.

SISTER JULIENNE GROANS

SHE BREATHES UNEVENLY

SHE WINCES IN PAIN

Dr Turner...

Dr Turner. Patrick?

You seem...

..to have lost consciousness
for just a moment.

HE WINCES A bit of a bump...

I was only out for a minute
or so when we crashed.

You?

It... it appears I...

..I mislaid a shoe.

Like Cinderella.

HE GROANS

We have to get out.

Preferably before midnight.

We can't.

There's something...
jammed across the door.

PANICKED SCREAMING

DR TURNER GROANS

Mrs Carnie?

Mrs Carnie.

Just try to... to remain calm.

Help... is on its way.

Mrs Carnie. Take my hand.

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

Lucille says we'll need
pads, bandages and slings.

I have combed glass from the
hair of victims in the Blitz.

The shards go everywhere.

In flesh, in clothing...

We must prepare for burns.

And who knows...
what other terrors.

SIRENS BLARE

There's a man in the porch with
a compound fracture of his ankle.

Are you sure? Yeah, the bone's
protruding through the flesh.

We need sterile padding
to place around the wound.

Do you have medical
experience, Mr Aylward?

Yes, from my National Service.

I'll go straight out to him as
soon as I've seen to Mrs Wallace.

Line up any new arrivals
in the corridor, please.

Her clothes are drenched.

I think the water from the
urn must have scalded her.

If I had my bag, I would
at least have a torch

so I could see her properly.

And pethidine.

Oh...

Doctor, it's not just water.

She's bleeding.

MRS CARNIE GROANS

Give me your hand, Mrs Carnie.

There.

Just breathe.

SHE GROANS

Think of each breath.

Each and every gentle
outgoing breath...

..as pushing the pain away.

You never have to experience
this particular pain again.

SHE EXHALES

Soon, my husband will come.

Indeed, he will.

I keep listening for his train.

I always listen out for
his last train of the day.

I'm not sure I ever
really hear it...

..but I like to think I do.

What time was his train, again?

He was driving the 5:19.

SHE GROANS

CDC, reporting.

They need help sorting
the arc lights. Sir.

And we need a
blanket for this one.

Casualty?

Fatality. It's the driver.

PHONE RINGS

Nonnatus House. May
I be of assistance?

Cyril.

We've been hearing reports about an
accident near the railway bridge.

Is everything all right?

No, Mrs Turner.

I'm afraid it is not.

Reggie.

There's a lot going on here, and
with everybody rushing about,

I think it's... it's probably
for the best if we go home.

Fred's near here.

Yes, I know Fred's near
here, but, erm, he won't come

to any harm, because the accident
itself has happened, it's over.

And he's busy helping people.

I want to help people.

Well, everyone does when
something terrible happens.

How?

Well, people try and think
of something, you know,

that they're good at.

Something that might make other
people feel better, and...

..and then they do that.

I can make tea.

The blood is coming
from the top of her leg.

I think it's the femoral artery.

Do we need a tourniquet?

Can you remove your tie?

The wound is almost
in the groin.

I... I need a pad
to apply pressure.

Take these.

Can you fold them?

I think my wrist is broken.

I need somebody...
to tell my daughter.

Don't worry.

All will be well.

I need somebody to tell her.

Oh...

There's smoke.

It's just dust, I
promise you, Mrs Carnie.

MRS CARNIE GROANS

When I was having the nippers...

..there was always a bit,
just before they were born,

when you...

..the Sisters...

..used to drop the "Mrs" and
start to call me Dorothy.

We do that with
labouring mothers.

I liked it.

We can do that now, Dorothy.

It always meant I was
getting to the end.

That's the placenta all
present and correct.

We can move you to the ward.

I'm sorry.

Carole needs a bed bath,
a hot drink and some toast

before she goes any
further than this room.

And this room needs to
be turned round quickly.

We've other ladies already
in established labour.

Well, you can see to the practical
tasks, while I look after Carole.

Or we can do it the
other way around.

And I'll tidy up, while
you get her settled.

No mother ever forgets
her children being born,

or the midwife
who delivers them.

Let's get her a nightie.

And some warm water.

If the little ones ask where I
am, say I've had to go to work.

And don't let them anywhere near
the radio or the television.

Mum.

Dad and I weren't speaking.

That can't be helped now.

Straight across and
report to the nurse.

Nobody leaves the scene until
they've been checked first.

Make way, mate.

The embankment's on fire,
there's people trapped.

SHE GROANS

I had forgotten
how much it hurts!

Edina, my dear, my advice
is to keep looking forward.

Keep looking forward to
seeing your baby's face.

And my husband's face.

His face if I give him a son.

He so wants a son.

He just doesn't know I know.

EDINA GROANS

O, Father of mercies
and God of all comforts.

We fly unto thee for succour...

..on behalf of
this, thy servant,

here lying under thy hand
in great weakness of body.

Look graciously upon her,
O, Lord, we beseech thee.

Is that a prayer for the dead?

It's for the dying.

Because she's gone.

SHELAGH CRIES

I don't know what
to pray for...!

I don't know what has happened,

what will come to pass.

I don't know what to
do apart from wait...!

And the waiting will kill me.

Come where there
are other people.

Come where you can help.

Where did they take her?

Hospitals have...

..routines when babies
are lost like this.

Is the routine a funeral?

No.

Will they just throw her away?

No.

I threw her away.

Pretended she didn't exist.

Like my mum threw me away,
pretended I didn't exist.

I don't deserve better.

Don't say that. I don't.

But that baby does.

The only thing she's ever going
to do in the world is leave it.

She can't just vanish.

It'd be as though
she's never been.

We must take a note of the name,
age and address of everyone

who comes in here requiring
medical attention.

What about telephone numbers?

Their own, if they have
one, or a neighbour's.

Miss Higgins, we're out
of sterile dressings

and the antiseptic's
running low.

I'll go to the maternity home
and collect some fresh supplies.

Oh, love...

You said you wanted
to look after Carole.

I am looking after Carole.

She wanted to know what
had happened to her baby.

She can't be told.

And I hope you wouldn't try.

Not if this is all
there is to tell her.

That her baby was just put to
one side to be... processed.

As though it were nothing more
than just a bit of dirty washing.

What do you do on the
district with a stillbirth?

We don't do this.

Tell me what you can
do that is better.

There's a longstanding tradition
- when a baby has never lived

and can't have a
funeral of its own,

of putting them in the coffin
of someone else who's died.

Then they can go into
consecrated ground

and they have somebody
to protect them.

Is it the midwife who
talks to the undertaker?

Or a priest does, or a relative.

Even a neighbour.

Someone who cares.

I'll fetch you a
blanket and a bag.

Thank you.

And I've found Carole a
bed on Female Medical.

She won't hear any
babies crying there.

SISTER JULIENNE WINCES

Oh...!

It's your ribs.

I think they might be broken.

Can you say up?

Say up?

Sit up.

Take the pressure off.

Sorry...

HE WINCES

My head...

The blunt trauma.

Help will come.

We simply have to wait.

You've been doing
tremendous work, Edina.

There's just a tiny lip of
cervix we need to see off,

and then we'll be ready to push.

I haven't got the strength...

An absolute ocean of
hormones is going to come

whooshing to your rescue.

We're going to turn you
round for the next bit,

into a more comfy position
for your poor old pubis.

I'm too tired...!

I'm going to see if I can
find a sweetie for you suck on

before you start to
push. At ease, now.

Stop, thief.

Where are you going
with my Savlon?

Nonnatus House finds itself
at the heart of a disaster.

The 5:19 from
Chelmsford has derailed,

close to the railway bridge.

As I was leaving, a fireman informed
me that the driver has been killed.

The 5:19?

But...

The wife of the
driver is in my care.

In labour.

I only left her to see if I
could find her a boiled sweet.

We'd be better off with
bags than tea leaves,

the rate we're turning
these pots around.

Everything's under control,
except for that washing up.

Oh.

You do your bit
and I'll do mine.

Take them all.

They're glucose-dusted
fruit thins.

Meanwhile, she does not, and
will not, know she is a widow

until the birth is over. She has
hard work to do, and I will not be

the one who makes
that work impossible.

But how can I help you?

EDINA GROANS

Get confirmation,
absolute confirmation,

that the baby's father has
died, before I break the news.

If you aren't needed at Nonnatus,
will you come back here?

So much of my life has
been about waiting.

Waiting for the
telephone to ring.

Waiting for babies to arrive.

Waiting for God.

And even He can take his time.

People wait for us, usually.

We're the cavalier.

Do you mean the cavalry?

I didn't say that, did I?

I knew what you meant.

TRAIN CARRIAGE CREAKS

Fresh supplies of dressings
and antiseptic, as requested.

Thank you.

How did you do this? Did
you fall from the ladder?

No.

Thrown across the carriage.

In the crash?

And then you came climbing
down the side of that bridge?

It's me arm, not me leg.

It's a broken arm,
by the looks of it.

You're going to have to go to
the hospital and get it set.

You wait here.

Mr Aylward.

I need another bed made up
on the floor of the chapel.

I've a man with a
serious fracture

and the pulse in his
arm is very faint.

Do we need to get him to St
Cuthbert's? As soon as possible.

Along with Mrs Wallace.

The ambulance crews are
prioritising getting passengers

from the wreck.

People are still trapped.

It has been sugared
and also stirred.

I keep thinking I'm
going to be sick.

The nausea is due
to your distress.

It will pass.

Imbibe this.

And prepare yourself to
lend a hand downstairs.

This is what it meant when the bird
flew into Nonnatus House, isn't it?

This is the disaster
it predicted.

Not just disaster.

It predicted death.

I will not indulge
you in this matter.

Oh, you indulged
yourself enough.

You were the one who was
running all over Poplar,

consulting with
flamin' clairvoyants.

I indulged my fascination,

because we were living
in ordinary times.

Tonight, we are not
living in ordinary times.

No.

We aren't.

During hours as dark as these,

we cannot engage with any
aspect of the supernatural.

Is that glass?

It is.

All thoughts beyond the
practical and corporeal

must be set aside.

Even God... must be set aside...

..while we deal
with what is urgent

and what is put before us.

Oh, dear...

I was at the undertakers.
They told me what's happened.

Oh, thank goodness you're here. All
skilled hands are sorely needed.

Miss Higgins.

Timothy.

I-I thought you were
with the little ones?

I left them with the next-door
neighbour. Are my parents here?

Your mother is inside.

It's just that, I know as soon
as my dad gets off the train

he'll want his bag
so he can help.

He's helped at the scene of so
many accidents, and he always wears

his white coat so they
know he's a doctor.

Your father is still
on the train, Timothy.

Is he trapped?

Nobody knows.

Go to your mother
and wait with her.

I need at least one ambulance,
specific to this address,

as soon as possible. Two
casualties require immediate -

I repeat, immediate -
transfer to hospital.

Tell me what to do.

Oi! Doc.

Me?

All medics to go
up to the wreckage.

I'll take your bag.

EDINA GROANS

That's it. That's the way.

You meet that pain head on
and make it work for you.

EDINA SCREAMS

I'd head further up.

Carriages three and four.

There's another
fatality over here.

That's it, that's it.

Baby's head didn't slip
back after that contraction.

I can't do it...!

Edina, you've almost
finished the job.

Dad?

Dad!

Gather that strength now.

Gather all that strength
for the shoulders.

Let's see if we can make
this your very last push.

EDINA SCREAMS

BABY CRIES

Ah...

What is it? What do I have?

A little boy.

I have everything.

Doctor.

Don't fall asleep.

Dad?

Listen.

Dad, if you can hear
me, say something.

Here!

Here!

Here!

Quick, this way!

There's survivors in here!

You'll have to
smash your way in.

Stand back!

GLASS SMASHES

It cannot be true.

It is too much of a disaster.

You have to say
this is not true...

You have to say this
is a mistake...!

I wish I could.

I wish from the bottom
of my heart, I could.

But there can be no doubt.

Miss Higgins has
spoken to the police.

It is true?

I am so very sorry.

Where is our baby?

I want our baby. I want him...!

Please, bring him.
He's in the nursery.

Dad!

Tim...

Tim!

Tim...

Oh...

Your father...

..has a head injury.

And the woman beside
me is deceased.

OK.

They're coming with arc lights,
they'll get you out soon.

You shouldn't be in
a white coat, Tim...

I've brought you your bag.

Where have you hurt your head?

HE WINCES Back...

If it's being, it's
bleeding inside.

What would you diagnose?

I think, erm... in all
cases of concussion, you...

..you must X-ray the skull
to rule out fracture.

SISTER JULIENNE GROANS

Sister... Sister!

Sister, what's the matter?

My... my chest... and my arm.

Pulse. Take her pulse.

Rapid and thready, and...

Her lips are turning blue.

Is she having a heart
attack? Aspirin.

Give her one aspirin.

Get... get her into
the recovery position.

Aspirin?

My bag.

Mrs Corbett.

Would you like me to
fetch your little girl?

She is in good and caring hands,
with two ladies from our church.

Let her sleep.

Tomorrow she will have
to start a new life.

Like me.

This is not the way
this day should end.

Or how his world should begin.

Word from the crews, mate.

Check that the stretchers go
back on the right vehicles,

they're not all the
same size. Will do.

Timothy?

No, no...

It's my dad, Fred,
and Sister Julienne.

She needs a cardiac specialist.

Heart attack.

Doc, you can stand down now.

Fetch your mum
from Nonnatus. Run!

Let's go.

Out of the way!
Casualty coming through!

We could hardly move her,
she was in so much pain.

And the doc's face
was as white as paper.

Normally...

..it's them telling
us what to do.

We've tried to keep
the ship afloat.

To be what people
needed us to be.

Without Sister Julienne, we've
been like a ship without a rudder.

What will befall us if
she does not return?

I'll tell you what
will befall us.

Nonnatus House will sink...

..and we will drown.

BELL RINGS

That might be the ambulance.

Directory Enquiries.

I'd like the telephone number

for the Gazeley Place
Hotel, Rye, please.

A classic Colle's fracture.

Straight through
the distal radius.

Dad.

Stop being a doctor.

Just for tonight.

I'll be leaving all
that to you soon enough.

I said terrible
things to you, Dad.

I can't remember.

I've got concussion.

Oh, Patrick!

No skull fracture, though.

Now, go and get yourself
a chocolate bar.

Can you sit up and lean
forward for me, please?

SISTER JULIENNE GROANS

Nurse.

SHE WINCES

SHE BREATHES UNEVENLY

Most people would be relieved
to break their left arm,

rather than their right, but
this is your dominant hand.

It's going to put you
out of action for weeks.

Maybe that's no bad thing.

What?

You think I've got brain damage?

I do feel tempted to ask if you
know the name of the Prime Minister.

When I was in that carriage...

..I felt as far away from home
as I'd ever been in my life.

I felt like an astronaut.

Light years away.

And instead of the Earth...

..the thing in the
darkness was our house.

And you.

We'll get you home
as soon as we can.

I'm home now.

I can see your face.

It really is very good
of you to put me up.

The circumstances
are exceptional.

I'll be sharing
with Nurse Corrigan.

Ooh!

Good morning, campers.

Or should that be, wakey,
wakey rise and shine?

Phyllis, you're back?

Lass, I most certainly am.

Oh! Nurse Crane.

Mr Aylward?

Is this a convent, or
a branch of the YMCA?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry to disturb.

Once you're both up, dressed and
downstairs, we can discuss what

the alarm clock
has done to offend.

Ah, do you know there was
a train crash last night?

I was summoned by Miss Higgins.

And now the clinical
room needs cleaning,

the autoclave needs loading,

and all medical supplies
require a stock check.

Nobody told us you
were coming back.

Evidently.

Or I might have found my
Rolodex in better order.

Oh...

I know it's a Sunday, but
it's an unusual Sunday.

And we're heading for
a very unusual week.

The institute is out of bounds
due to possible structural damage,

which means this week's clinic will
have to take place at the surgery.

Is there any news
of Sister Julienne?

Sister Monica Joan is putting
some necessities together.

I suggest Sister Frances
takes them to the hospital.

You can speak directly
to the nursing staff.

I've had no luck getting
through on the phone.

Now, Nurse Corrigan, I have
three post-natal visits for you -

Singh, Bevan and Griffiths.

It sounds like baby Griffiths
is showing signs of colic.

Assess for gripe water.

Nurse Robinson, the
maternity home for you.

Sister Hilda must
be on her last legs.

And poor Mrs Corbett is going
to need very special care.

I know. I'll do my best.

We all need to do
our best just now.

My investigation into
how... Leatherbarrow, Mary

ended up in section
U remains ongoing.

She had ulcers.

Don't push it.

I'm not insisting on seeing Sister
Julienne if she's waiting for

the doctor's round.

But I do need to give
her these things.

Someone said that she'd lost her
cap and her wimple in the crash

and, well, she's used

to keeping her head
covered. It's what we do.

Leave it with me.

I want my mum.

She'll be back in a minute.

And I want my dad.

Oh, precious. This is so hard.

And it's even harder when
people tell you to be brave.

So, I'm not going
to tell you that.

I'm going to tell you
it's all right to be sad.

What's an inquest?

An inquest?

My auntie says there's
going to be one.

Roberta. Bobbie.

Look who's come to meet you.

How was it down there?

They've started
shifting the debris.

It felt proper peculiar
flogging papers all morning.

Every headline is
about the accident.

I'm just glad the pictures
were all black and white.

I need you to help me choose a
name. Daddy and I hadn't decided.

Jeremy?

What do you think?

Classy. I like it.

If Jeremy is his middle name,

his first name could
begin with an R,

to go with Roberta. Or B
because we call you Bobbie.

B...

B for Barry.

Erm...

How about Benedict?

Bobbie and Benedict. Perfect.

Can you come back
with Dean, tomorrow?

I keep thinking about him,

but Norma's going to be too busy
with all the other foster kids.

Carole.

I really think you need to
rest for a little while.

I've been thinking about
my other baby, too.

The undertakers are
taking good care of her.

Do you know who she'll
be buried with? Not yet.

But I'm sure they'll tell you.

I'd like her to go
with someone kind.

I'm sure she will.

What's it feel like,
to be sure of things?

A relief. But most of the time
I'm raddled with uncertainty.

"Raddled"! I love
the way you talk.

I feel like I don't
know anything.

The doctors in here, it's
like they're telling you

to mind your own business
when you ask them things.

What is it that you want to
ask? What's wrong with me.

Why I've stopped itching
since the baby was born.

And why did he say I've got liver
disease? Liver disease kills people.

Carole. What's the name
of your consultant?

We don't generally
discuss our patients

with anyone other than
their next of kin.

Carole's next of kin is an
eight-month-old baby, Mr Harper.

I'm her midwife

and we need to know how we can best
help her once she's discharged.

Well, it wouldn't appear there's
anything in particular you CAN do

for her. It's a bit
of a head-scratcher.

She seems to have
been suffering from

a condition known as intrahepatic
cholestasis of pregnancy.

Is it a liver problem?

Yes. Your young lady had
a full house of symptoms -

jaundice, malaise, itching -

and the signs are that it's started
to resolve since she delivered.

Could it happen again?
If she had another baby?

Well, research suggests that
it may well happen again.

It might be interesting to see.

I'm not entirely sure
why they are doing

so many investigations. If
I've had a heart attack,

there's nothing they can do.

I suppose rest and painkillers.

And wait for it to happen
again and finish me off.

My life will be short
and I will be an invalid.

I am trying to find
the consolation in it.

There is no consolation in it.

Page 37.

Julian of Norwich has advice
on most eventualities, I find.

"We need to fall and we
need to be aware of it,

"for if we did not fall,

"we should not know how weak and
wretched we are of ourselves."

"Nor should we know our Maker's
marvellous love so fully."

I'm sorry.

But this isn't our
Maker's marvellous love,

to make you suffer

and possibly take you

out of His world
before your time.

I'm not excluded from
the trials of this life,

nor am I exempt from its
conclusion on this Earth.

I am lying here, in this
bed like any other woman,

not knowing what
my fate might be.

Now, you know the difference
between the two-ply

and the three-ply. So

I need you to put them into separate
piles, and then we will count them.

But it's boring.

Well, it's not a thrill a
minute, I will grant you that,

Reggie. But it's normal life,

and normal life is about
doing boring things.

HE SIGHS

Two-ply...

Afternoon. Am I

speaking to Violet
Buckle off the Council?

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT
Councillor Buckle, please.

And, yes, this is
my establishment...

Ian Myner, I'm from the Gazette.

We're looking for a fresh
angle on the railway story.

It isn't a "story",

it's a tragedy. Five
people lost their lives.

Well, in your opinion,

could there have been
any malpractice involved?

Any breaking of safety rules?

We're hearing it might have
been down to driver error.

I don't think it is
appropriate to speculate.

Look, Councillor Buckle.

I know the old saying
goes, "accidents happen",

but I think we both
know they don't.

Don't you dare try and
put words into my mouth.

I am an elected official
of this borough,

and as such I only say what
is appropriate and necessary.

I'm also a resident of Poplar

and anyone entering my premises
scandalmongering will be shown

the door. Look, I'm from the
East End. I'm from Plaistow.

Well, then, you ought to know that
if you want a "fresh angle" about

the railway tragedy then you only
have to look out there, where all

the ordinary people are who
pull together to get us through.

I mean, there are heroes
everywhere you look.

I'll take your word for it.

Oh, no, you won't.

You can interview one of them
who is standing right here.

I've never even heard

of intrahepatic
cholestasis of pregnancy.

My entire career in this profession
has been punctuated by revelations

and discoveries.

A woman's flesh is as
replete with secrets as

a pomegranate is with seeds.

What shocked me was how quickly

the conversation turned
from complications

with Carole's pregnancy to
controlling her fertility.

It was as though the doctor
couldn't fix one thing,

he'd just fix another.

It isn't that poor girl's body
that needs fixing, it's her life.

She's already come under
pressure to have the coil fitted.

And all that will do is
stop her getting pregnant.

From what you told me, it won't
stop her looking for love,

and not necessarily
in the right place.

Oh, honest to God,
sex - who needs it?

DOORBELL RINGS

Girls think they want sex
when all they really want is

to be wanted.

Simple kindness could
do the same job better.

Afternoon. Can I help you?

I'm Pauline Brettell. My
maiden name was Carnie.

Please may I speak
to the Sisters?

I had heard there was a nun
on the train. I thought,

"I wonder if my mum
made her a cup of tea."

Or if they'd even
seen each other.

I knew she would have
liked it if she did.

There are countless Carnie
family members on our books.

I've seen you all in
our records. And then,

when we got her things
back, I found these.

They've been all mixed up in her
clothes, just shoved into a bag.

I tried to get
all the blood out.

I even used my mum's old
washboard and Robin Blue, but...

..y-you can still
see the stains.

You should never have been
allowed to see such a thing.

It made it easier.

I realised she must have
been with one of you.

We are the Sisters
of Raymond Nonnatus,

present at life's
commencement and its end.

She loved all of you. Almost
as much as she loved babies.

Us obviously, but she was
always mad on little ones.

It didn't even matter
if they weren't related.

I'm glad Sister
Julienne was with her.

And I'm sure we
can find out more.

I know enough.

I just wish there was some
way that I could thank you,

for all the good you did, the
comfort that you brought her.

There is one kindness
that we could ask of you.

And would you like to share
that with your Sisters,

before perhaps placing Mrs
Brettell in a difficult position?

And this lady in the train
crash, she had loads of kids?

Nine. And 18 grandchildren.

Well, she'd be lonely, wouldn't
she? Being buried all on her own.

And I don't think she'd ever
been lonely in her life.

If my baby can go in with her,

I think that'd be lovely.

Even in ordinary circumstances,

we'd discourage a mother
from going home so soon.

And your circumstances
are not ordinary.

My daughter needs to come
home from school today

and see me in my own
kitchen. At my own stove.

And she needs to
sleep in her own bed.

She was taunted at
school yesterday.

Another child told her that her
father had crashed the train.

Nurse Corrigan, you're to
man the weighing station,

Sister Frances is to
take appointments in

the filing room

and Nurse Robinson in the
surgery, adjacent to Dr Wilbraham.

Meanwhile,

the kitchenette has been entirely
turned over to urine testing.

Which I will
supervise personally.

Miss Higgins, might
I have a word?

If you are brief.

I'm concerned about
Edina Corbett.

She's become desperately upset
about her husband's role in

the accident.

There has been
speculation regarding

the extent of his culpability.
But surely he's a victim

like any other?

She knows there is to be a
postmortem and an inquest.

But it's all going to be such
a long and drawn-out process.

Leave this with me.

So, what did you
think when you saw all

the injured people
coming in off the train?

I was scared.

But being scared
doesn't help people.

Turn your head towards
me a bit, Reggie.

That way you'll
get his best side.

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SHE EXHALES

See, Benedict?
This is your home.

Mrs Carnie's daughter
wanted you to have this.

It was from the wreath
on top of the coffin.

Ooh, it smells like pepper.

I'm not partial to freesias.

They sound like a really
nice family. Wish I knew 'em.

You don't have to.

Carole...

..there is more kindness in the
world than you have ever seen.

That's not your fault.

But it's there.

And you deserve to receive it
just as much as anybody else.

These people didn't have to
do a single thing for me.

But they did.

It should be me
sending them flowers.

Hello, Bobbie. We've
come to see your mother.

She's crying.

She's been trying
to paper the wall.

There was paste everywhere.

The paper tore.

It looks worse now
than when I started.

Come now.

Benedict doesn't need tears
falling on him as he feeds.

And he doesn't need a
perfectly decorated home,

either. Please don't cry.

I'm crying because
I'm angry with Lionel.

Angry because he left
the job unfinished.

Angry because he left us.

Angry... because he
crashed the train.

Mrs Corbett. I was able
to speak, informally,

to a connection of mine
at the Coroner's Office

following your
husband's postmortem.

I have some information that
will help you prepare for

the inquest and then perhaps
for an inquiry later.

Will the Coroner release
his body, for the funeral?

Yes. All is in order.

Your husband suffered
trauma to the chest during

the accident.

But it transpires he was also
suffering from a brain tumour.

A brain tumour?
But he wasn't ill.

Sadly, he was - very ill -
although he did not know it.

A headache is so very
easily explained away.

But this type of
tumour causes seizures,

which can be so fleeting he may
scarcely have been aware of them.

However, if he suffered a lapse
of consciousness whilst driving

the train, he would
have lost control of it.

He was not careless?

No. He is not to blame.

And where is the
sunflower going to go?

It's going to go on your hand.

May says she's going
to draw a bird on it.

I don't actually know
what Teddy's planning.

ALARM RINGS

Changeover time.

Go and fetch May. Then
it's Teddy's turn.

I can't wait to see all three of

the little ones jumping
around you at the same time.

But regulations are regulations.

I shall be making up some
rules of my own soon,

about putting lids back on felt-tip
pens. They seem very new-fangled.

Special delivery.

Sister Julienne.

If we overlook

the minor matter of
exactly four broken ribs

and a grazed elbow,

I have been given a
clean bill of health.

But what about your heart?

My heart is as it always was.

I had a chest injury
and was in shock,

and that mimicked an attack.

I will recover.
I am coming home.

MUSIC: Elusive Butterfly
by Val Doonican

Sister. I've decided I'm not
going on that coil. Or the pill.

It's your decision to make.

And I'll be making
a lot more of 'em.

I'm Dean's mum, I've got to
make his life come right.

So, I'm not going to go looking
for love off boys I hardly know.

It gets out of hand
and it goes wrong.

And it can wait.

There's a lot can wait.

Do you want to swap?

Sister.

Hello, Mrs Brettel.
This is Carole.

I'll have less of the "Mrs", thank
you. Everybody calls me Pauline.

And I hope you will too. I'm
sorry for your loss, love.

I'm sorry for yours. These
are for you. And your mum.

Oh!

Do you want a cuppa?

My mum loved sitting
outside with her pals

and all the kiddies, and
I'm going to keep it going.

Are you going to
join us, Sister?

I wouldn't mind just a biscuit.
But I've got to get on.

Wayne. Mitts off them cremes
and offer them to the Sister.

You've got a little
belter there.

Come and meet my Sandra - her
little boy's the same age.

Life so often is about
things we make ourselves.

The homes we build,
the food we share,

the children we
carry in our arms.

We turn trial into survival...

HORN HONKS

..tears into courage...

..and friendship into
everlasting bonds.

We weave our ties by hand,
the kisses on a letter,

the ribbon round a gift,

the flowers sown and grown

and picked and offered up.

Love is our foundation
and our roof.

Our walls, our hearth,

our window on the world.

Smile.

Love is our beginning
and it knows no end.

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