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The blazing July sun
was welcomed as a gift,

in the crowded streets of Poplar.

Whites were bleached dry by it,
skin was toasted brown.

The sunshine
is both medicine and tonic.

It could strengthen bones,
make the spirits sing,

and the world felt revived,

rinsed clean
and full of fresh potential.

Uh, better?

That's it, Janice.

Keep breathing.

You're doing really well, Janice.

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy...

Our Father, who art in heaven...

Hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come...

Oh, well done, Janice.

Head's born.

- Our daily bread...
- And forgive us our trespasses...

Ten fingers, ten toes,

and plenty to say.

Hello, sweetheart.

Mr Prendergast...

Congratulations, Mr Prendergast.

Oh, my.

He's perfect, Janice.

A perfect little boy.

Stop running.

Brought you a cup of tea.

Don't think you'll get
a chance later on.

The waiting room's absolutely packed.

Thank you.

I'm afraid we've had a call
from Dr Greenwood's receptionist.

His locum's fallen through.

Can we take 40 of his patients,
while he has two weeks in Lyme Regis?

I did tell her, you were already
covering extra patients for Dr Hammond.

Mmm, if it's just two weeks,
I'm sure we'll be fine.

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

You're looking terribly tired as it is.

It'll be fine. Honestly.

Now, I'd better see Miss Phillips.

I'll send her in.

- What?
- Oh, nothing really.

Just...

Two weeks in Lyme Regis does sound nice.

Next year.

But I don't want it back.
It was a present.

An engagement present, and I loved it.

But I can't keep any of these now.

Trixie, you sure about this?

Well, I admit
yours was hard to part with,

but some of the others
are proving considerably easier.

That's not what I meant and you know it.

- Then, Patsy?
- What...

You look miserable,

Tom looks wretched,

it seems like such a hasty decision.

Maybe if you were just to talk
things through with him, you could...

Anyway, I wanted to show you this.

Wild peach. Isn't it glorious?

I'm hoping Mrs Prendergast
has had a better night.

The baby isn't suckling at all.

I don't think those parents
have slept for a week.

Oh, poor things.

Lovely day again, Nurse Crane.

Like a furnace in here already.

Nothing lovely about getting
roasted like a Sunday dinner.

Hello. Can I help?

You look a bit uncomfortable.

She doesn't speak English.

Oh, but yours is very good.

I was just asking
if she needed any help?

She says she's fine,
it's just because she's having a baby.

- I can see that.
- But she's having trouble walking.

Well, I'm a midwife, actually.

I'm...

Oh.

Um...

Ah...

Time to get a move on,
if you don't want to miss your train,

Sister Mary Cynthia.

I wish you'd let me carry that.

You've had an operation.

Not to my arms, I haven't.

Anyway, I'll be hoisting pregnant women
out of bed soon enough.

I've got to get used to some weight.

- Ready?
- Well...

I'm looking forward to getting back
to my mothers and babies.

I've really missed the midwifery.

And I think
I'm ready for everything else,

but I'm a little bit nervous.

More than a little bit, actually.

I remember that feeling.

You do know there's no need.

I've just got so much to learn.

And you will, because of what's in here.

That's the bit you've got to be sure of.
If you're sure of that...

There's plenty of help with the rest.

And you just trust in God's guidance.

I can't
hear myself think, damn it...

What d'you think
of that racket, then, sister?

Telling ya, none of mine
ever made a din like that.

This an inconvenient time,
Mr Prendergast?

What can we do, sister?

He's like this night and day.

How am I supposed to do a day's work?

If it ain' the baby, it's him.

Bleedin' holy rollers.

Not you, sister.

Mrs Prendergast...

I've got to get this up.
This is gonna stink in this weather.

I'm so sorry, sister, but I ain't coping
too well with the lack of sleep.

There's time enough for that.

Back to bed,

and let's see what this little champ

is complaining about.

You're still not suckling, little man.

Even when I feed him,

he's hardly quiet five minutes,
I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

Probably nothing.

Little Raymond does sound
more distressed than yesterday.

Ha, look at this.

You see? It's very slight,
but there's a bit of swelling.

- What's wrong with him?
- I can't be sure without an X-ray,

but I think, Raymond might have
a broken collarbone.

- What?
- It happens during some births,

not many,
but more than you might imagine.

Sometimes it's pronounced,

and you can see it right away,
but not always.

Oh, did I do something wrong?

I pushed too hard?

No, of course not. It's no one's fault.

The important thing is to get an X-ray.

If it is a fracture,

babies' bones heal quickly.

This is a happy day.

Sister Mary Cynthia.

Welcome home.

Thank you, Sister Julienne.

Our sisters have been very much
looking forward to your joining us.

Sister Monica Joan will be disappointed.

This particular week
is her time with her nephew.

I've missed her.
I've missed you all, and the patients.

I'm sure you're looking forward
to returning to midwifery,

but I would ask that you spend
the initial few weeks

on the district rotor.

Oh.

I think that midnight callouts,

in addition to studies
might be rather onerous.

Of course, sister.

I've missed all our patients,
not just the mothers.

I'm on first call.

Cynthia!

I mean, not Cynthia, I mean...

Hello, Sister Mary Cynthia.

Hello, Trixie.

You should have told us you were coming.

I didn't want a fuss.

Of course.

- You look very well.
- Thank you.

Well, I should go.

Yes, of course.

We're all so happy to have you home.

Oh, I do miss the Mother House.
It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yes.

Oh, Mrs Thompson.

Thank you.

Do you know if we have
a Indian lady registered with us?

Not as far as I know.

No, I didn't think so.

- Here we are.
- Oh.

We chose this room
because it's the quietest.

We thought it might help you
with your devotions.

Thank you, Sister.
That's very considerate.

I'll leave you alone until Compline,

but if you need anything, I'm just...

Nurse Mount, you're on district,

as is Sister Mary Cynthia.

Who I assume doesn't need anyone
to show her the ropes.

I should say not.

I don't think I've been away long enough
to lose my way in Poplar, Nurse Crane.

Jolly good.

Though you will be travelling
a little further afield today.

Courtesy of a batch
of Dr Greenwood's patients.

Including a gentleman
recovering from diphtheria,

who is very underweight
and will require some Benger's Food.

- Goodness, diphtheria?
- Mmm.

You don't often hear
of that these days.

Indeed. An isolated case, I believe.

Nevertheless,
in order to keep it that way,

we should all be particularly vigilant
about hand hygiene.

And any patients
with coughs and sneezes,

we shouldn't automatically assume
it's a summer cold.

Double check that
they have the immunisation.

Complacency seems to be slipping in.

Absolutely.

Better safe than sorry.

It's an awful way to go.
I remember it from the war.

Gosh. It's one of those things
I've only read about.

The thing I remember most
is the dreadful smell.

You know, from the nosebleeds.

It seemed to get into everything.

Doesn't really come across
in the textbooks.

I say Dr Greenwood's patient's
very lucky to be alive.

Good grief, it's hot.

Oh, ice creams later?

Oh, yes, let's.

Your trusty steed, Sister Mary Cynthia.

- Cleaned, oiled and ready for action.
- Thank you, Fred.

Doesn't it looks splendid?

Now I just have to work out
how to ride it in a habit.

Oh.

Glad I've got you
to keep me right, Fred.

No, you don't need me, Sister.

You're gonna be absolutely smashing.

- Ready, Sister?
- Yes.

- Going our way, Barbara?
- What?

Oh, no. I'm not.

I'll see you at lunch.

Her name is Ameera Khatun,

and this is the address.

I can let Faruk know to expect you.

I would go after school
until the end of term,

as you'll need him to translate.

Luckily, we've only a few days to go.

Thank you so much, Miss Dawkins.

I'm glad you're going to see her,

she does seem rather isolated.

I think her husband works
very long hours.

I can't imagine what it must be like.

To leave everything behind,

to come to a country
where you can't understand anyone.

I mean, India to Poplar.

Oh, they're not Indian,
actually, Nurse Gilbert.

- They're Sylheti.
- Oh!

Thank you for telling me.

I wouldn't want to get off
on the wrong foot.

My goodness, what a magnificent pram.

Ray got it yesterday.

Nothing but the best for his boy.

Oh, poor little soldier.

He's still quite unsettled,
isn't he?

Paracetamol should have helped.

When was his last dose?

Janice?

We're praying for him. All the time.

I'm sure you are,
but Raymond has a fracture.

I know that Christian Science allows
for the treatment of broken bones.

You have to give him the medicine.

Bone setting's acceptable,

but we don't have faith in medicines.

The Christian Science
way out of pain is prayer.

I'm the last person in the world
to come between people and their faith,

but Raymond is a tiny baby,

and is in pain.

It's in our book, uh...

"Either spirit or matter is your model.

"If you try to have two models, then you
practically have none." You see?

Medicine could interfere
with the prayers.

Janice,

those are your beliefs,
they're not mine.

Why don't I give Raymond his medicine,

and then we'll pray together?

This way.

This is our room.

Oh.

Uh, she says,
please come in and sit down.

- Don't you...
- Ah.

Mrs Khatun, my name is Nurse Gilbert,

and I help look after women
who are expecting babies.

I... I wonder what your plans where
for when your baby comes?

Do you have someone
to help with the birth?

My father is sorting out everything.

Oh.

In England, midwifes like me help.

We deliver many, many babies.

Mrs Khatun, there is so much we can do.

If you were to come along to the clinic,

you could see a midwife and a doctor.

We can check the baby and help
with the pain when you walk.

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

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm talking too fast.

Can you translate all that?

Of course.

You sure you won't come?

Such a glorious evening.

Barbara's coming and Delia.

Again, there's gonna be music.

I'm sure it'll be lovely,

but I'd like to get this done.

- There you are.
- Sorry, I got back late.

I found my Sylheti lady.

I think she's going
to come to the clinic.

Good Nancy Drewing, Barbara.
I'm glad you found her.

Come on.

We'll bring you back
some pork scratchings.

Thank you.

Faruk.

Here you go.

This way, please.

Everything seems to be going
very well, Mrs Khatun.

I don't think we have many more weeks
to wait for this baby.

Inshallah.

God willing.

- Are you finished?
- Nearly.

Nurse Gilbert,
could you pop in for a moment?

Yes?

I can't do an internal
examination without asking.

Oh...

- Quite. I think we'll have to leave it.
- Mmm.

Do you have any female friends
who speak English, Mrs Khatun?

It might help for
the examination next time.

She doesn't.

What about the other people
who live in your house, Faruk?

No ladies?

No.
Other women stay in our village,

if the men have to come to England,

but my mother said
she would miss my father too much.

She says, where he goes, we go.
Even the moon.

Faruk.

Will you tell your mum I have something
that will help the pain when she walks?

- Trixie.
- I'm sorry.

I've been avoiding you.

If it would make things easier,
I could speak to the bishop.

- Try to move parish sooner.
- No!

That's just it.

You should be wherever you want,
wherever you need to be.

Whether it's here or Newcastle or...

Even the moon.

You deserve a girl
who won't let you go without.

I rather thought I'd found her.

Yes, well...

So did I for a while.

You're a wonderful man, Tom.

Can't bring the pram in, I'm afraid.

Oh, uh...

Is Sister Julienne here?

Not today, sorry.

Let me help you.

Oh, someone's not very happy, are they?

He started crying
as soon as we left the house.

And I think there's something
wrong with his leg.

You're right.

No movement in the leg at all,

and a lot of heat.

I'm sorry, Mrs Prendergast,

I'm afraid Raymond is going to need
another trip to hospital.

What is it? What's wrong with him?

Try not to move him
before the ambulance gets here.

- Just in case.
- Just in case, what?

Just in case it's another fracture.

It seemed to go well with
Mrs Khatun, Barbara.

It's totally inappropriate

to have a nine-year-old boy
in an intimate examination.

He wasn't actually in there.

It wasn't easy, though, Barbara.
The examination was incomplete.

Well, he certainly
can't be present at the birth.

The husband perhaps?

We need someone to communicate.

How about, oh, what's his name? Suleman.

He used to have the buttons
and bows shop before he died.

We need someone female, Fred.
And preferably alive.

Do you mean his wife?

He married an Irish girl.
They had a daughter.

The daughter speaks Sylheti.

- Oh!
- Fred?

I don't know.
You'll have to ask her.

Oh, have a seat.

- Oh!
- What have you done?

- Oh!
- Dear.

This was it.

It's changed a bit, mind.

Sorry to bother you.

Old Suleman's daughter
still lives around here, doesn't she?

Josie? Yeah. Number 16.

Thank you. Thanks, Fred.

Oh, I'll have a packet of those
shirt buttons while I'm here.

Keep popping for some reason!

No one tell you the war's over?

Cold War isn't. CDC? Very important.

I suppose it is.

Hey, just stick one of these
in your window.

Maybe I will.

Always welcome.

Ladies too.

Ta for these.

I don't think I'm very good.

I haven't spoken Sylheti
since my dad died,

and I think he used to humour me.

Well, you'll be better than me.

Will you come to the clinic
and give it a go?

I could try.

I'd like to help, I know
it was hard for my dad.

Thank you.

So in your view this couldn't
possibly have been an accident?

Okay.

How could there be
another fracture, Ray?

He was fine.

How can this be happening?

Enough.

I don't know.

The hospital doctor seems baffled
as the rest of us by this.

They are going to want to ask you,

if you have any idea
how this could have happened?

We've already told him, we don't know.

But, if you can think of anything,
anything at all.

It's a serious fracture.

Unusual in a baby of this age.

And it's very hard to imagine,

how this could have happened
unnoticed.

What are you saying exactly?

I'm not saying anything, Mr Prendergast.

I'm trying to help you,

and help Raymond.

We have to get to the bottom of this.

So, if there was any kind of accident...

Oh, I see what this is about.

- You think we're hiding something.
- No...

- You think it's our fault?
- That isn't what I said.

But that's what you think!

I can see it.

We love our baby, doctor.

It's not the sort of injury
one would associate with

slipping with the baby
or dropping him in the bath.

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

Or some other great force.

Such as?

Such as an assault.

I see.

Do you think that's what happened?

I don't know.

I find the idea almost inconceivable.

The baby must have been
in terrible pain.

Sister, are you absolutely convinced

that the first fracture
was a birth injury?

It seemed the most likely scenario
at the time.

And now?

We must be wary
of jumping to conclusions.

I agree. I do.

Nevertheless, we have a tiny baby
with two painful factures.

Could we live with ourselves
if he were to sustain a third?

What do you suggest?

That we speak to the NSPCC.

What's going on?

Take a seat please,
Mr and Mrs Prendergast.

Where's our baby?

Here, in the hospital, Mrs Prendergast.

And as comfortable as can be expected.

Let me introduce myself.

My name is Mr Smith Mayhew,
and I'm an inspector

with the National Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to Children.

What?

It was him, wasn't it?

I told you, love, I told you,
he thought we'd done something.

- We would never hurt our baby.
- Sit down, please.

No one is accusing you
of anything at the moment.

I wanna see my baby.

- Mrs Prendergast!
- Don't you touch her!

- I wanna see my little boy!
- Mrs Prendergast!

Excuse me,
it's not visiting time!

Where is he?

What have you done with my baby?
Where is he?

He's on a different ward.

Janice, we have to find out
what happened to him.

The NSPCC have a court order.

I'm sorry, but until
they can be satisfied

that your home is a safe place,

Raymond is going to be removed
from your care.

That's a good,
strong heartbeat, Mrs Khatun.

She thinks she knows the village
my father came from.

I'd like to do
an internal examination now.

Can you ask her if that's all right?

- Ameera. Ameera.
- Mmm.

She says the bed's comfortable,
and she's pregnant,

so she might be about to fall asleep.

Possibly not.

You have visitors, Nurse Gilbert.

Hello.

My mother made you some samosas
to say thank you for your kindness.

Oh, my goodness, how kind!

She says she couldn't get
all the same spices,

but they still should be good.

How's the walking?

The garment.

She says it helps a great deal

but she says she's not only thanking you

for helping with the pain,

she also has missed
the companionship of other women.

What is it?

- Should we try them?
- On the subcontinent,

they eat everything with their fingers.

Right hand only, of course.

The left has quite a different purpose.

What are they called?

Did you do something that hurt him?

Did you get angry?

I'm so sorry.

I don't...

I don't know why I...

Patrick?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to wake you.

I couldn't sleep.

Poor you. You had an awful day.

These things are awful.

Even when you know
it's the right thing to do.

How could anyone
hurt a tiny baby?

But he's safe tonight, thanks to you.

I'm keeping it for when we get him back.

They looking after him, right?
Those fosters?

Yes.

He is very well cared for.

But they don't love him.

Not like I love him.

He's gotta come back, Sister.
I've been praying so hard.

Janice,

the only way Raymond can come back

is if you can explain

how these fractures happened.

You have to prove you can keep him safe.

But I don't know!

I thought of everything
over and over again.

Ray's been out fighting like he used to
before he found our church.

Last night, he come back
with a black eye

and I know he hadn't been going to work.

I keep trying to pray it out

but where is God
when you need him, eh, Sister?

Can I see Dr Turner please?
I don't have an appointment.

The surgery is actually closing now.

I can make one for tomorrow.

No, please, it's the baby.

I'm not his mother.
I'm Joyce Bishop, a foster.

This is Raymond Prendergast.

We've been so careful
with this baby, Dr Turner,

especially with his injuries.

I've been fostering for 15 years,

but every time I pick him up,
he screams.

And, look...

There's a lump on his back.

I've never felt
anything like it, Doctor.

A fracture.

- Oh, I honestly have not done...
- No, of course not, Mrs Bishop.

Fontanelle's bigger than it should be.

Bear with me, please.

This is so rare...

I want to check something.

Shelagh, we're going
to need an ambulance.

Of course.

What are you thinking?

Osteogenesis Imperfecta.

Brittle bone disease.

How could I not have
thought of this before?

Patrick?

Do you know the things
we've been called?

The things people have done?

Ray, love, we're getting our baby boy
back, that's all that matters.

No! It isn't!

What matters is they took him!

What matters is
he's supposed to be a doctor

and he's too busy blaming us
to even notice that Raymond was sick!

Mr Prendergast.

Osteogenesis is an extremely
rare disease.

Dr Turner was the first person
to suspect it.

Sister...

Eventually.

If you're ready,

I can drive you to the hospital.

No, thank you, Dr Turner,
we'd rather get the bus.

The nurses gave me embrocation,
but it keeps happening.

Um, let's have a look.

It could be muscular, or a disc.

Waterworks all right, are they?

Oh, doctor, you know,
for a man of my age...

Hang on. I'd just like to check
with back pain.

In case it's the kidneys.

Absolutely, Doctor. Don't want anything
sliding under the radar.

As we used to say in the war,

whilst ducking and diving and giving
Jerry what for with the old ack-ack.

You all right, doc?

You don't seem quite yourself.

Fred, would you give me a minute?

Of course.

You might wanna go in there, Mrs Turner.

I think the doctor is looking
a little under the weather himself.

What is it? What's wrong?

I don't know.

- What if I missed something else?
- Patrick...

I... I should have thought of it.

- That baby...
- You ask too much of yourself.

I'll be all right.

Um...

Send Fred back in, would you?

No, Patrick, I won't.

I'm closing the surgery now
and I'm taking you home.

What about all these patients?

Leave the patients to me.

I'll pop in at lunchtime.

How will you cope on your own?

I won't be alone.
One of the nurses will be there.

I'm letting people down.

Again.

No, you aren't. You're not well.

You're exhausted,
but you'll be better soon.

I expect you're a safer pair of hands.

Try and get some rest.

Janice.

Oh, I can see you're busy.

Should I come back another time?

No, Sister, I'm leaving.

Janice and I were praying
for Raymond's recovery

and giving thanks for his return.

He's in all our prayers.

Thank you for coming.

Sister.

I've got some towels for extra padding.

It's very good to see him
out of the hospital.

We've been praying every day.

I think he looks
a little better, don't you?

Janice.

They did explain the prognosis
for osteogenesis, didn't they?

You do understand that Raymond
will never have a full recovery

and will probably require a wheelchair.

Made the cripples walk, Sister.

Indeed, He did.

I nearly lost my faith
when my baby was taken from me.

But I prayed and prayed
and he came back to me.

I have to believe it, sister.

If everyone
can just take a seat.

I'm going to take your details and...

When is Dr Turner
going to be back, then?

When he's better.

In the meantime,

I'm trying to find other doctors
for people who require them

and anything more routine,
for example, sunburn,

I can deal with myself.

Please, do sit down.

I don't want my Geraldine
being seen by the receptionist.

I'm a fully qualified nurse.

You don't look like one.

Reinforcements reporting
for duty, ma'am.

Thank you.

- Mr Harcourt?
- Yes?

Could you go with Nurse Mount?

Mr Jessop?

I'll see you in the maternity room.

No, no thanks, love,
I'd rather wait to see the nurse.

Hello, Sister.

I'm afraid I've come to ask a favour.

Hopefully, it will fit.

As long as it serves its purpose,
I don't mind.

Hope I'm doing the right thing.

- I want to help him so much.
- You are.

I'm so afraid.

I keep thinking about the...

The hospital.

The war neurosis.

What if the shellshock returns?

What if it's happening again?

What if I can't get him back?

Oh, my dear Shelagh.

This is not the war.

He seems to have lost
all belief in himself.

But you believe in him.

And so do we, and so do many people.

And you can help him understand that,
and he will find it again in himself.

Oh, I hope so, sister.

I was reminded today,
from a most unlikely source

of the power that is belief.

Morning, Nurse.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Hello, Nurse.
- Hello.

- Morning, Nurse.
- Hello.

I'll have to get a doctor
for Mrs Anderson,

probably antibiotics needed.

Here's the list.

- Mary Walker?
- Up here.

Oh, dear. You've been
in the wars, haven't you?

Let's see if we can patch you up.

- Look!
- There've been a few.

How is he?

Sleeping again. Is that good?

I think so, yes.

Thank you for holding the fort.

I don't mind.
I just want Dad to get better.

Please come. My mother's very sick.

- She can't breathe.
- Of course.

- I'll get my bag.
- Sister?

It's not the baby. Mrs Khatun is sick.

Very sick. She was tired,

- she had a cold, but now... Please come!
- Yes, yes!

Nurses coming through.

Ameera, it's Sister Mary Cynthia,
and Nurse Gilbert.

We're her to take care of you now.

Oh.

Sister...

It smells very bad.

I'll call the ambulance.

What is it?

We think your mother
may have an illness called diphtheria.

Is your father at work?

Perhaps you can ask one of those men
to go and fetch him.

There's a lot from allotments.

Gladioli from Mr Philips.

Dahlias from Mr Albert Henderson.

Old Ernie Shaw sent some huge onions.

Says if you cut one
and put it in your sick room,

it'll take away all the germs.

Cake from Mrs B
and everyone at Nonnatus.

I'm afraid I had a bit of that.

A lot of children have drawn stuff
and sent you their sweets.

Some of them are a bit fuzzy
but it's the thought that counts.

The Patterson family
sent a packet of tea.

Said they wished it could have been more
after that you did for their Ida.

Let me get my notebook
and I'll tell you the rest.

They shouldn't do this.

They can't afford it.

Dad, they wanted to.

Because they care.

Because whether or not you believe it,
you're a good doctor.

If I'm half as good as you one day,
I'll be proud.

What time is it now?

It's been 20 minutes.

Where are they?

It's weaker and very rapid.

We can't wait much longer.

Will you be all right?

Go.

I'm sorry, Timothy, I know he's ill
but it's an emergency.

- I really need to see...
- What is it, Sister?

Ameera Khatun, nine months pregnant.

Diphtheria.

We've waited more than
20 minutes for an ambulance.

Please, doctor,
she's struggling to breathe.

Sorry, Nurse, I need my bag.

Let me get it for you, Doctor.

Come on, Ameera.
Stay with me.

I know you don't understand me,
but listen to my voice.

Ah!

Everything's all right.
The doctor's here now.

Her temperature is 102 degrees.
Her pulse is 110

and her respirations
are increasingly laboured

in the last 30 minutes.

She needs a tracheotomy.

- Now.
- But the ambulance...

No. I'm going to have to do it.

- Improvise.
- Here?

The airways are almost blocked.
We don't have a lot of time.

Move her down the bed.

Be ready to tie
the tube in place, Sister.

Nurse Gilbert. Can you prepare
the tapes and the dressing?

One, two, three.

There you are.

Well done, Doctor.

Shukriya, Doctor.

Thank you.

Doctor, this is Mrs Khatun's husband.

- He wants to go with her.
- Um, soon.

First, we have to vaccinate you
and everyone else in the house.

Sister, can you get them all inside
and keep them there until we're done?

Vaccines are on their way.

Yes.

Shukriya, Doctor.

I'll do that. You go home and rest.

You're the one who should be resting.

I left you in a terrible position.

No, you didn't. You were ill.

You may not understand that, but...

I do.

I couldn't then but I do see it now.

There was a point when I thought that...

We're not at war now, Patrick.

It's not going to happen again.

I know.

Because I have you.

Faruk is such a helpful boy.

Yes, of course.

Humanity is fragile

and all the sunshine in the world
can't save the frail

or make the delicate invincible.

But love has the power
to strengthen and protect

and guide us to a place
where we feel sheltered and fulfilled.

Where it doesn't matter if it rains
for we are home and dry.

There's a new baby here.

Another due soon
and an elderly lady who is dying.

Sweetheart, will you suck something
off this spoon for me?

I wish I could mince my words, Paulette,

but I can't because your life
will be in danger too.

Did you have someone
they thought was a wrong 'un?

No, kid. The wrong 'un was me.

Chin chin.

You mark my words,
the joy of midwifery never dims.

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