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There was
a rhythm to the days in Poplar.

Church on Sunday,
clinic on a Tuesday afternoon,

wages paid each Friday,

and babies born early or late,
and hardly ever when expected.

But that they would arrive
was never doubted,

or that, for some,
there would be pain as well as joy.

I don't know what's happened
to Acting Sister Franklin.

Clinic isn't going to get any less busy

just because she's decided
to make her grand entrance

15 minutes late.

Chop chop!

It would help if we
didn't have to clear up

after the youth club every time.

We have 32 expectant and
post-natal mothers on the list today,

and 15 babies for vaccinations.

In which case, you need to
do your best work

so we nurses can do ours.

I'll make sure all of our patients
get ample time with a midwife

and with Doctor, if they need it.

Ample time?

Just keep moving them along
and lining them up.

The medical staff will
decide what they need.

If you're looking for your ashtray,
it was put in the wrong box.

Nurse Crane,

once seen, never forgotten.

I was a midwife for 10 years.

All right, all right!

Want me to call in
the bobbies on horseback?

Nurse Mount, take Nurse Franklin's list.

And step to it!
We can't afford any slackers today.

Come on!
Let's get to the toys.

Come on!

Good morning, ladies.

Good morning!

I've been on the telephone
with the bishop's secretary

for the last half an hour.

Well, come on. Don't be a tease.

What did the bishop want
with a lowly curate?

Apparently, he likes
the work I've been doing.

Wants to meet me
in person to tell me so.

How marvellous.

Are we supposed to go to him
or is he coming here?

Well, he'll want
to meet me too, won't he?

I didn't actually ask him.

Well, of course he will.
I'm going to be your wife.

Well, I think the bishop
would be very foolish

not to want to meet the best asset
this layman curate has.

Make sure you get straight back
on the telephone and tell him so.

- Oh, that's it.
- Come along.

Biscuit later.

- Rotten pains in my back.
- Yeah?

Oh, and the midwife telling me
I'm not even in labour.

Mrs Colter, please.

Didn't we discuss this?

Not upsetting these mothers
with your anecdotes?

Not least of all your daughter-in-law.

I won't have her believing
any fairy stories, Nurse,

about the miracle of childbirth.

But you'd happily fill her head
with Grimm's tales?

Mrs Cole? Mrs Bridget Cole?

Me.

There's a very reliable clock
on the church tower.

I suggest you set your watch by it.

I'm sorry, Nurse Crane.

It's not good enough.

As Acting Sister, you should be
an example to the others.

Pull your socks up!

Sometimes, I think
you've got as many frills

inside that head as
you've got on that cap.

King Henry VIII, six wives he wedded.

One died, one survived, two divorced,

two beheaded.

That's horrible!

Poor Anne Boleyn was the first
to have her head chopped off

with a very sharp sword.

One good swing, and off it rolled.

What do you think you're doing?
They're five-year-olds.

Mrs Bowe, what's the matter?

She was telling him such stories.

I'll not get him
off to sleep tonight.

I was merely nurturing
our fledgling historians.

I know you were, Sister.

But perhaps, just for now,
you might help me roll some bandages?

Your pregnancy is quite advanced

for this to be your first
clinic visit, Mrs Cole.

Haven't really had time before now.

Been busy working.

And it's "Miss."

Do you think that makes me
a wicked woman, Sister?

You're here as a mother-to-be
and I'm here as a midwife.

Let's leave questions of wickedness
at the door, shall we?

The first thing we'll do
is take your medical history,

then check your
weight and blood pressure

and baby's heartbeat.

After that, Dr Turner will need to
take a blood sample from you.

We've got orders from Billingham's
for more cable-laid rope.

And Rigg's want lengths
of 18-thread yarn.

That's what we like to hear.

Isn't it just?

We're heading for the best summer
we've had for a fair while.

Meant the world to my old dad,

seeing the business thriving,
seeing it all kept alive.

This'll mean the world, and all.

Someone to follow in his footsteps,

and mine.

Mrs Robbins, I thought I'd missed you.

Sorry, I didn't see the time.

This is my husband, Frank.

Pleased to meet you.

Is everything all right?

Oh, it's just a routine call.

Need to check everything's
ready for the baby.

Ready?

She's bought enough and knitted enough
to kit out a full ship's crew.

There's nothing like being prepared.

- See ya.
- See ya.

I sometimes reckon
he's the hardest-working man in Poplar.

When it comes out, Nurse,

just you make sure it's a boy.

On an invitation,

you'd put, "The Right Reverend
the Lord Billy Smith,

"Bishop of... Wherever."

But in person, you should call him
either just "Bishop,"

or "My Lord Bishop."

Oh. I was going
to call him "Your Grace."

Have I got that wrong?

Your call, Babs.

"Your Grace" is just for archbishops.

Not that I've ever met one.

My father's parish
was in the roughest bit of Liverpool.

When I turned 21,

my godmother said I could choose
between a holiday in Portofino

or a course at Lucie Clayton.

I'm starting to wish
I'd picked the latter.

I've never been abroad.

I'd plump for Portofino every time.

Oh, you'd hate it.

They don't sell Tizer.

To be quite frank, Trixie,

I don't know why you're rolling out
all these whistles and bells.

Surely all the usual etiquettes apply.

Don't talk with your mouth full,

and never discuss politics,
money, or religion.

How can I not discuss religion?

He's a bishop.

Perhaps you should make
a list of interesting things to say,

about the weather
and what's going on in Somaliland.

Why Somaliland?

It's been in the news.

And clergymen love news from Africa.

I need another drink.

- Hello, sweetheart.
- You our Brenda?

Hello, I'm Sister Winifred.

I think nobody here wants saving.
Thanks all the same.

No, actually. I'm the midwife.

I'm here to see Miss Cole.

Ah, Bridget!

Come after me, please. Yes, up.

Everything here seems
to be in good order.

I'm sure I must have
forgotten something.

Where you going?

It's not always so bad as this.

Hope you remember what you said,

about leaving talk of wickedness
outside the door.

Do you intend to go back
to your business after baby's born?

I never really stopped.

I don't do the full works.

Can't lose my regulars.

I'm just wondering,

do you think this is the right kind
of place to bring up a child?

It's my home.

My family.

This baby won't ever want for love.
Isn't that what's important?

Dora!

Dora, come away from there
in your bare feet.

Did I do that? Break that?

It's okay.

Who's this?

Dora, this is Sister Winifred,
the midwife.

She's come to check everything's ready
for my little bun.

I should have
a look at that for you.

Let the sister have a look.
She's from the clinic.

No!

I'll have no doctor lock me up.

Dora, don't be silly.

I'll go to no hospital!

I just want
to clean the wound, Dora.

Once they get their hands on me,
they won't let me out.

Let me.

She'll be fine if I do it.

It's probably best if you go, Sister.

I'm sorry.
She won't calm down while you're here.

I'm sorry!

When she gets in a state,
only really me can calm her down.

She doesn't really trust
any of the other girls.

Is she always disorientated like that?

It comes and goes.

But she has been getting worse
the last few months.

Those lesions, they're known as gummas.

I'd like to bring Dr Turner
to examine her and...

No.

You heard how she is about doctors.

It's a terror she has.

She needs treatment.

I think what Dora is suffering from
is quite advanced syphilis.

You knew?

She's had it for years.
Ever since I've known her.

You can't go on looking after her
in your condition.

We're fine.

We look after each other.

I think we're ready.

I hope we are.

- Goodness.
- Oh, please.

I see what your husband meant.

And what about this
beautiful little thing?

Did you knit this?

No. My mother.

God rest her soul.
It was mine when I was a baby.

She saved it for me,

in case I have a daughter of my own.

Mrs Robbins, whatever your husband says,

it's perfectly all right for
you to want a little girl.

As long as it's healthy,
I don't mind what it is.

I don't want to let Frank down.

I really can't believe, when the
day comes, he'll see it like that.

We've been wanting a baby
for such a long time.

We got to thinking
it was never going to happen.

And now it has.

And that's just wonderful, boy or girl.

Isn't it?

I wanted to go
straight round to that ropery

and tell Mrs Robbins' husband
that he was being most unfair.

It's one thing to quietly hope,

and quite another to go on and on
until his wife is terrified.

Male or female, for good or ill,

that baby's gender
was decided months ago.

All the same, I'm baffled
that anyone thinks

that girls aren't the equal of boys.

I don't think they are
the equal of boys.

I think they're better.

But what if the girls
themselves don't think they're better?

The women I visited today
are selling themselves so cheaply.

What other wares have they to offer,

but to live in the rank sweat
of an enseamed bed,

stewed in corruption,
honeying and making love.

I sometimes wonder what the last two
wars were for in that respect.

Every time the world goes up in flames,

they draft women in
to pick up the slack.

Then once it's over, it's,
"Back in your box and don't say boo."

And now, keeping one hand
under baby's bottom,

we lower our little boy
or girl into the bath.

If you've tested the water correctly,
with your elbow,

baby shouldn't be too startled
by the change in temperature.

Mrs Robbins?

Sorry.

I know it's a doll, not a real baby.

I think everything's getting
just a bit too much, isn't it?

Hormones can be beastly things.

Nurse Gilbert?

I think Mrs Robbins needs
a little sit down.

Sister, are you free to come with me
on a housecall?

Of course, Doctor. Which patient is it?

Bridget Cole. Her blood tests came back.

I'll have a word
with Dr Turner,

and tell him you haven't been sleeping.

If you're lucky, he might give you
a sedative to help you sleep.

The most important thing is
that you rest.

And try not to worry.

I won't be surprised if
he's not already thinking

he can find some young
slip of a thing, instead.

What on earth do you mean?

Some girl still young enough
to give him two, three...

Half a dozen sons.

I'm sure it hasn't even
crossed his mind.

Didn't I say Dora
does not want to see a doctor?

She just won't.

Miss Cole,
he's not here about Dora.

Go on, Dora.

Go on.

It's about the blood sample
we took at the clinic.

Miss Cole, the result shows
that you're infected with syphilis.

I can't be. How can I?

If it goes untreated, there are
very serious consequences for you.

I always took precautions.

Always used a proper peroxide douche
after all my customers.

The use of a douche is not enough
to fight an infection like this.

The syphilis could also
endanger the life of your baby.

We need to transfer you
to the maternity home

to begin a course
of penicillin injections.

There is a chance,
if the disease is at an early stage,

the infection may still be contagious.

Oh, my God.

Good afternoon, Mr Robbins.

Are you here about your wife?

No, I'm not.

It's my father's birthday today.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude.

Oh, it's all out in the open, Nurse.

Frank was my father.

The sons are me,

and my brothers, Bill and John.

17th of September, 1939.

My dad's ship was torpedoed.

He went down with it.

In the spring of '45,
my brothers got blown up.

They were on a minesweeper
in the Bay of Biscay.

I ended up with three sets of medals
and the family business.

This is their memorial,
most of the time.

But on special occasions, I come here.

I'm going to bring my son
when he's old enough.

Mr Robbins, the baby may be a boy,
but it may also be a girl.

Your wife can't choose
and neither can you.

I promised my dad
to carry on the business with a son.

I need a son.

Hello, there.

Tom, what do you think
about offering the bishop

something more continental
for afternoon tea?

Or is traditional best?

Dainty sandwiches, jam, cream scones,

lots of Darjeeling...
I could ask Barbara.

She seems to know everything
about bishops and all the etiquette.

- Trixie...
- You see, her father is a canon.

He's a residentiary one,
not an honourary one.

Did you know there are different kinds?

Trixie, when the bishop comes,
you just need to relax.

Remember, he's coming primarily
to speak to me.

Now, I'm expected
by the summer fete committee

and I'm at least 20 minutes late.

Welcome to the Poplar Ritz.

Food, room service and tea
in constant supply.

I'll leave you to unpack.

I'll be back shortly
to give you your first injection.

I tried to get rid of it, you know?

Gin and a hot bath.

"Never fails," Dora said.

By the time I knew it hadn't worked,
must've been four months gone.

Went to a woman to have it dealt with.

Got as far as her door,
but I couldn't do it.

Why not?

Well, I thought,

if it's so keen to get itself born,
might as well go and have it.

And love it.

Give it the love I never had.

And now...

I'll be bringing it
into the world diseased,

- like I'm diseased.
- Bridget.

You're here to have treatment.

There's a decent chance
your baby will be healthy when it's born

and that you'll be well enough
to take good care of it.

I am grateful, Sister.

I just don't understand why,

after such great strides
in modern medicine,

we're still treating women
like Bridget Cole for syphilis.

Well, it's largely because these girls

refuse to ask their clients
to use sheaths.

But that doesn't make sense.

Has nobody explained to them?

Yes.

I tried myself, some years ago.

They told me their customers
don't like them.

And that was the end of the matter.

But surely their customers
are at risk, too?

Of course they are.

Here's last year's report
from the Board of Health.

Every instance of venereal disease
meticulously noted.

If I could,

I'd force every man who sidles down
Cable Street to read it.

And they'd still say using a sheath

is like going for a paddle
with your socks on.

I must have cycled 20 miles today.

I walked in from those bike sheds
like John Wayne.

I was beginning to think
you'd forgotten.

We said we'd go to the Hand and Shears
to have a little brighten up.

Out of your uniform. Spit spot!

If you're good, I'll treat you
to a bitter lemon.

Sergeant Noakes?

Oh, good evening, Sister.

I was just testing out what they say
about a watched pot.

What's that then?

That it never boils.

Oh.

Sergeant Noakes, how many prostitutes
are there in Poplar?

Uh, well, I don't know exactly.

As an educated guess, perhaps...

Six or seven hundred?

Can you introduce me to some?

And what exactly is it
you plan to do, Sister?

I'm hoping that by educating
the women in these places,

and encouraging them to use sheaths,

I'd be helping them protect themselves.

Meaning we won't have
any more Bridget Coles.

Might I be excused Compline?

You want to start tonight?

Yes, and not too late.

Sergeant Noakes thinks we ought
to try to miss their rush hour.

I'm in your hands, Sergeant Noakes.

Where should we start?

This way, Sister.

You'll be all right.

Could I give you some
information about using sheaths?

Oh, ta.

Excuse me.

Can I give you some
useful information about using sheaths

- to protect yourself from infection?
- Get lost.

Excuse me.
Can I give you some useful information

about using sheaths
to prevent yourself from...

Are you trying to lose me business?

There's plenty of
other girls he could go to

if I start waving rubbers in his face.

Thank you.

Really? The bishop's wife
calls him Binky?

The more I hear about my bishop,
the more I like him.

Well, this is all according to Pop,

who only knows him by reputation.

But he tells me the bishop is teetotal

and rather passionate about it.

So don't let him know
how much you like a drink.

How much I like a drink?

Well, you know what I mean.

At the end of the day,

Patsy and I always like to guess
how soon Trixie's bar will open.

And that's what you call it?

"Trixie's bar"?

It's all said in fun, Trixie.

Aren't you coming down for tea, Sister?

I understand we have Battenberg cake.

I saw them marching,

like Amazons.

Banners billowing, "Votes for women."

I would have joined them,

had I not labours of my own.

See how young she is?

My 40th year.

Such a summer it was.

I remember women, decent women,

wading into the Serpentine
on the day of the Coronation.

For King George.

I carried my purpose
wherever it was needed.

Putting the putrid beasts of squalor
and disease to the sword.

I was so capable then.

Agile,

like a swift in flight,

at the very height of my powers.

And now...

Sister, you're still a valued part
of Nonnatus House.

No, I am a relic.

A curiosity.

And a nuisance.

They say in the newspaper
we're degenerate.

They call us "common prostitutes."

And all of that makes us stick together.

Do you want your child
growing up in an environment like that?

Not really.

But can you see me working in an office,
day after day?

Or as a housewife?

I went to visit a very nice
mother and baby home last week.

I know about those places.

Dormitories, daily chores,
lots of prayers.

This place isn't at all like that.

One of the midwives from Nonnatus
works there

and she's very good at setting up
fresh chances for new mums.

The desk woman say it's okay.

Well, all right.

You must put on this gown

and take it off and wash your hands
before you leave.

Everybody miss you, Bridget.
Especially Dora.

Dora's going crazy
since you're not there.

What are you talking about?

So, put the clothes on.

I will check if
the nurse is coming back.

Tom, I'm not sure if my secretary told
you why I wanted to meet you today.

No, just that you were reasonably happy
with the work I've been doing.

Very happy.

Very happy, indeed.

You've shown the kind of freshness
and vigour that the modern Church needs.

So much so that when I heard about
a parish that was coming vacant,

well, not immediately.

The man in the chair,

an old and dear friend,
is due to retire in a year.

I thought you
might be just right for it.

I see.

Goodness...

I'm very gratified, Bishop.

It's in St Ann's,

a pretty challenging area of poverty
in Newcastle.

Newcastle?

I'm sorry,

it's just that we had in mind a more
rural home to bring up our children.

I'll make another pot of tea, shall I?

The parish has its fair share of
delinquents and unfortunates, but...

I'm sure there are rough diamonds
to be found.

You'll be glad to hear

Mrs Alice Ambrose
has had a healthy baby girl.

Oh, splendid.

I'm afraid you
won't have time for a rest.

We've just had a call.
It sounds like Mrs Colter's in labour.

Right.

Off I go.

Oh, you can sterilise
when you get there.

Was the call from June Colter,

or is her mother-in-law
still staying over?

I'm afraid it was her mother-in-law.

Trixie, all I'm saying is
it wasn't your place or mine

to take the bishop to task.

He was talking about sending us
to a slum district in Newcastle.

I just said I was hoping for something
less challenging.

And then sat there with a face like
thunder for the rest of the afternoon?

It was made very clear
that I shouldn't talk

while the men were discussing
important matters

that clearly I have no say in.

Trixie.

This morning, I sat with a man
whose wife had died.

She was 21 and had Hodgkin's disease.

He wanted me to explain God's plan.

He wanted to know
why it was worth him living any more.

That, for me,

is what life in the Church is about.

And that is why I will go
where the bishop feels

I can do most good.

I understand that.

Really, I do.

But after four years in Poplar,

all I want is for our children to grow

in a place with trees
and maybe no tenements.

Trixie, when you marry me,
you'll be marrying the Church.

Be honest.

Have you ever wondered whether
that's really going to suit you?

No, I haven't.

Have you?

Move! Move!

Out of my way.

Shift it, will you? Move!

Dora! Dora.

It's me.

Hello. Hi.

Let's get you upstairs, okay?
Come on, let's get you out of here.

You should be ashamed
of yourselves. Move!

You're doing really well, June,

but do try to relax.

We've got plenty of time before
baby's ready to pop out.

Plenty of time.

If you think this is proper labour,
you've got another thing coming,

hasn't she, Nurse?

Mrs Colter, could I have a word?

I have delivered babies
in many different circumstances,

routine or complicated.

Now, compare your own
largely third-hand experiences

and decide which of us you trust more

to help your daughter-in-law bring
your first grandchild into the world.

Has she reached full term?

No, she's only eight months.

Bridget?

Sister, I'm sorry,
I only came back to check on Dora.

Let's take a look at you.

Bridget, this is Nurse Crane,
here to give us a bit of help.

How often are
the contractions, Miss Cole?

I feel about
every bloody minute.

Good, strong heartbeat.

Legs up.

She's too advanced to move her
back to the maternity home.

Bridget, we're going to have
to deliver your baby here.

Lift up.

If she hasn't finished her treatment,
we'll have to assume

the syphillis is still contagious.

I'll call for Dr Turner?

My back is killing me.

Well, let's get you onto
your hands and knees.

That'll ease the pressure.

Come on, not far to go now!

Help, is anyone there?

I need a midwife!

Wake up!

I need some help!

- I need help!
- Who's knocking, indeed?

- Is anyone there?
- If a man were a porter of hell gate...

- Oh, ma'am!
- Eileen Bowe?

It's you.

This is no night to be abroad.

Can I see a midwife?

Please?

This is highly untoward.

Why did you not utilise the telephone?

I asked him to to take the kids
to Canvey Island.

And the phone on
the bottom of our street is bust.

All will be well, my dear.

All will be well.

I'm scared it won't be.

I came because my water's broke.

And it don't look right.

It was sort of... green-coloured.

You did well to seek assistance.

And it shall be obtained for you.

I need a proper midwife!

All abed!

Will nobody attend to us?

We are in need of assistance!

Come with me.

- Come where?
- To a place of safety.

Where you will be cared for.

Breathe. Breathe.

Is it never coming out?

I can see the head now, Bridget.

Slow and controlled pushes now, Bridget.
Slow and controlled.

You're in the home stretch.

Normal pushing now.

Let me see you blowing out
those candles for me.

The head's out!

The shoulders are out!

You're nearly there.

Well done!

My baby.

There she is.

You have a little girl, Bridget.

We need to examine her and clean her.

Dr Turner is on his way.

Are you sure this is the right way?

You must take your lead from Lao Tzu,

the Chinese philosopher.

He has it that a journey
of a thousand miles

begins with a single step.

This is Poplar, not bloody China.

Indeed.

I'm pleased to say June Colter
had a large, very sweet baby girl

without a single complication.

Excellent. That's two in one day.

How is her mother-in-law?

I tried being firm with her,
it seemed to work.

Mr Robbins just called,
he thinks his wife is in labour.

But you've been
on your feet since breakfast.

Go and alert Nurse Franklin.
She should be ready to take over.

Wakey, wakey!

Trixie?

Oh, Trixie.

I'll take care of this one for you.

We're in need of assistance.

Sister Monica Joan! What's happened?

Mrs Bowe presented herself
at Nonnatus House.

Her water's broke. There was...

She knew that
there was a problem.

You've both done
exactly the right thing.

The doctor isn't here just now,

but we'll get Mrs Bowe
out of these wet things

and come up with a plan.

Baby's heart rate is a little slow.
I'm going to check how dilated you are.

But I think you're going to have
to have baby here and quickly.

Fortune has favoured us, Mrs Bowe.

Mrs Turner has delivered more babies
than there are stars

in the great Andromeda Nebula.

We'll need a delivery pack and clean
towels from the store room, Sister.

And the breathing was normal
just after the bath?

Yes, but now the respiration rate is
over 60 and the heart rate is over 150.

The baby is not pinking up well.

It's cyanosed.

She looks so beautiful, doesn't she?

She does. Very beautiful.

But so fragile.

There can't be anything wrong with her.
Please don't let there be.

Baby's head is almost here, Eileen.
I know it stings, but just pant for me.

Pant, pant.

All is well, my dear.

Do as Mrs Turner says.

Pant, Eileen.

Your baby's head is born, Eileen!

How blessed we were
to meet with Mrs Turner.

How blessed it was to meet with you...

Now, I think if you can give me
one enormous, brave push,

we're going to be able to meet
this beautiful, beautiful baby.

I can't!

- I can't.
- Come now.

Be of good courage!

- Nurse, she's through here.
- Thank you, Mr Robbins.

You're doing really well, Susan.

- Another big push for me!
- I can't push any more.

You can! Just one more.

Goodness, I can see the head, Susan!

This little's one in quite a hurry
to come and say hello to you.

Here come the shoulders.

There you are, little one.

Is it a boy?

You have a very lovely baby.

A beautiful daughter.

Say hello to your little girl.

Isn't she beautiful?

Hello.

That's all the hard work over.

Now we just have
to wait for the placenta.

Nurse? Is everything all right?

Look at her.

Now, wasn't she worth
all that hard work?

Aren't you...

Aren't you just...

- I thought I was gonna lose her.
- No.

Let us give thanks to the Lord, our God.

I'm gonna have a "thank you" list
as long as my arm.

I looked straight past you
when you opened the door.

- I shouldn't have.
- It's no matter.

I've been struggling for a name
for this little madam.

Everything I liked,

I heard being yelled out in the street
by somebody else's mother.

I want something...

...special.

Like her.

Yours might do the trick.

As long as we drop the Joan.

I had an aunt called Joan.
I couldn't stand her.

You're going to call the baby "Monica"?

It is an honour.

Unearned.

No, it ain't.

It goes lovely with her surname.

Don't it?

Miss Monica Ann Bowe.

I was hoping the injection of
ergometrine would do the job

but the placenta doesn't seem
to want to come.

What's happening in there?
Is everything all right?

Don't tell him it's a girl. Not yet.

Please.

I won't, I promise.

But I do need to speak to him, Susan.

You need to make a telephone call,
Mr Robbins.

What's going on?

Call Dr Turner and tell him that
your wife has a retained placenta.

The ambulance will take you to
the hospital, Mrs Robbins.

They'll take good care of you there.

She'll be all right, won't she?

He'll give her a general anesthetic.

Everything will be easier
once she's there.

And the baby?

Is it a boy?

Tell me, what is it?

You have a very beautiful baby daughter,
Mr Robbins.

Frank? Please.

Just look at her, at least.

Frank?

How could you turn your back
on your own newborn daughter?

- Are you listening to me?
- Nurse Gilbert.

I'm going to drive you home.

- He can't treat his wife like that!
- You have had a long and exhausting day.

We can collect
your bicycle in the morning.

There is nothing more
for you to do here.

The London called
about booking a Mrs Robbins.

They told me that you,
and not Nurse Franklin,

were the nurse attending.

Sorry, Sister.

You didn't help
the problem by hiding it.

There's no need for anyone else
to know about this.

You look exhausted.

Go and get some rest.

I'll get Nurse Franklin into her bed.

From a grand total of 10 deliveries,

which I'm reliably informed is
the most in one day since 1957.

Sister Winifred delivered two,
I also delivered two, twins.

Sister Julianne and Nurse Mount
only managed one each.

But an exhausting
three babies, all girls,

were brought into the world
by Nurse Gilbert.

Not forgetting our very own
Sister Monica Joan,

who so ably assisted Mrs Turner.

Although I do seem to have forgotten
Nurse Franklin.

Where's she disappeared to, now?

She's upstairs, resting.
A little under the weather.

The way Mrs Turner tells the tale,

all credit goes to you, Sister.

But now, it's time everyone
went up to their beds.

Tomorrow is another day.

Thank you.

The perineum was intact
and there was minimal blood loss.

Patrick, I was so nervous.

- I still can't believe I did it.
- I can.

You were always the most accomplished
midwife at Nonnatus House.

Skills like that don't just vanish
when you retire.

I suppose not.

It was as though everything I'd ever
learned or known was there

at the flick of a switch.

I sometimes think you're wasted
as my receptionist.

No, I'm not.

When I let somebody else
take over your office,

you were in utter chaos within weeks.

There are plenty of other midwives
in the world.

But I only have one wife.

This, Angela, is them doing
their mushy stuff.

You really need to get used to it.

I feel foolish.

And so selfish
for what I did last night.

A few days ago,
it felt like everything was in place.

I'm sure things are not as terrible
as you might feel they are.

The wedding was all planned.

The bishop was delighted
with what Tom was doing.

Tom's a good, committed man.

And what am I?

Nurse Franklin, you make
a great contribution to our work.

One slip cannot alter that.

Perhaps he's right.

Perhaps I'd never make
a good curate's wife.

I'd never had a row with him before
about anything.

Not really.

Felt like it was all
starting to fall apart.

I had a drink.

Then I couldn't stop.

I used to hear
my father telling the whole world

he didn't have a problem with drink.

Have you spoken to
Mr Hereward about this?

No, please. He musn't find out.

Are you sure that's how you
want your marriage to begin?

With a deception? A secret?

He won't want to marry me
if he found out.

What man would?

Think very carefully.

A secret can be a very corrosive thing
between a man and wife.

She's such a beautiful thing.

I can see she has Frank's eyes.

When she smiles, she's a Robbins,
she really is.

Oh, he's driving me mad.

Him and his stupid promise.

Mr Robbins lost his father
and two brothers in the war.

He made a promise to their memory

that a son of his would carry on
the family name.

He'll come round, Susan.

He's not even held her.

He's hardly even looked at her.

His own daughter.

Mrs Robbins.

It won't do your health any good

to allow yourself to get
so anxious about this.

I keep looking at the suitcase

on the top of that wardrobe
and I keep thinking,

"Will I come home one day to find
my things are packed,

"and him telling me
he doesn't want to see her?"

Of course he won't!

I can't apologise for the bishop.

Or his plans for a parish
for me in Newcastle.

I know that. Now.

Then what?

You were right to say that
I wouldn't make a good wife.

I didn't say that.

To be a curate's wife
is a challenging thing.

I wanted you to be sure.

And I'm not.

Tom.

The truth is,

I can't live up to what you and
the church expect of me.

And so I can't keep the promise
that this ring represents.

Trixie, what are you doing?

Trixie?

Trixie!

Bridget?

Is everything all right?

Look at me.

I'm crying every time I look at her.

It's a beautiful little girl.

I'm glad to hear
so far she seems healthy.

I am the luckiest mummy in the world,
aren't I?

When this little girl grows up,

will she follow in the family business?

Are you here to tell me off
or to check on my baby?

I'm sorry.

I'm glad to hear
your treatment's working, too.

I owe you a lot, Sister.

Thank you.

You could do something for me.

You could help stop what happened to you
happening to the other girls.

I'm not so fond of paperwork either,
Mr Robbins.

Doctor?

Did my wife send you?

Did she tell you
I was being a terrible father?

No.

I came because I'm a father myself.

Good for you.

Any sons?

One.

And I promised his mother, before
she died, I would always keep him safe.

I'm sorry.

For your loss.

But this isn't your business.

Last year, he was almost taken from me,

by polio.

So, you see,
I know a bit about family promises.

I've let my father down.

By your own measure, yes.

But do you really think your father

would care more for
the sign above this door,

than the happiness of your family?

About his grandchild?

I needed a son.

Not a girl.

Times are changing, Mr Robbins.

There are women in Parliament already.

By the time the two of us
are in the ground,

this world will be unrecognisable.

We have to be proud of our children.

And give them all the love we have.

Your daughter needs you.

Go to her.

Be a proud father to her.

That's your grandfather.

He taught me everything
I know about cables,

yarns, and hoses.

No rope, no Navy.

No Navy, no empire.

My grandfather used to say that
to me when...

I thought it was time to tell my
daughter how important this place is.

For our family.

Big smile! And...

The longest nights
are seldom seen approaching.

The storms may not
be heard until they break.

Like life itself,

challenges and change
are there to be confronted.

And we must weather them,
alone or together.

Watching for the sunlight

and waiting for the dawn.

Hello? Do you need help?

She doesn't speak English.

This is a happy day,
Sister Mary Cynthia.

Welcome home.

I'm not sure it's a good idea, Patrick.

You're looking terribly tired as it is.

We can help with the birth,
and after, all free.

Sorry,
can you translate all that?

Of course.

It's like something you could see
after a car accident

or some other great force,
such as an assault.

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