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The religious life
was not one that I could have chosen.

To nurse is to be drawn into society,

to interweave one's life
with the business of strangers.

It's about the world and flesh

and what some people call the Devil.

To balance that
with the setting apart of the heart

and the quiet, closed existence
of the spirit

would have been beyond me altogether.

But others saw the joy in that

and sought to live it out,

sustained and inspired

by those who'd
heard the call before them.

Good morning, sister.

- Did you sleep well?
- How am I to wake refreshed

when these potions of mould

and other poisons pervade my brain

and contaminate my dreams?

It's the fever that's causing
your nightmares, sister.

The antibiotics
are fighting the infection

that's shown up in your urine.

I tire of this organ mightily.

It is no better than a pig's bladder.

Blown up and used as a football!

Come. Let's take your temperature

and think about a glass of barley water.

Sister Winifred and Nurse Franklin
to take the district round

and Nurse Gilbert
and Sister Mary Cynthia,

I don't want any shilly-shallying
on home visits today.

You've a dozen apiece to get through
and clinic this afternoon.

What time is Sister Evangelina arriving?

Sister Evangelina's
schedule is immaterial,

she is to be assigned light duties only.

Good grief, Master Turner,

you're shooting up like forced rhubarb.

Sometimes I'm in agony in the night.

Growing pains are actually
a documented phenomenon.

Are they, indeed?

My mum sent me to the chemist
to fetch the insulin.

Enough to sink a battleship again.

I spend half my district round time
with the diabetics

and it's getting worse.

Mollycoddled, the lot of them.

Pass me the Rolodex.

I'm taking this in hand.

How long have the pair of you
been twiddling your thumbs?

Oh, I don't know.
I've been putting new tyres

on Sister Evangelina's bike.

And I was... checking they were safe.

It's a shame you weren't
checking on my hubcaps.

They're gone, all four of them.

- Really?
- Really!

I warrant they're down that gypsy camp
on the bomb site.

Along with half the lead in Poplar.

See you later, Fred.

I've never had you before.

Mrs Roland? I'm delighted
to make your acquaintance.

We expected a nurse
on the dot of half past.

I'm here to see your daughter,
I believe,

Paulette Roland?

Miss, age 17,

diabetes.

We've had a shocking morning.

Look at her. She's white as a sheet.

I'm sure Paulette
can provide me with the details

while I test her urine.

It's on the sideboard.
We always put it there.

We usually get one of the young nurses.

Oh, they make a point of it.

Paulette is the second youngest
diabetic on their books.

She was sick last night.

Her levels are going to be
all over the place.

Let's see what the test says, shall we?

A very reassuring shade of blue.

Which means no sugar in the urine.

I always get very nervy
when the nurse comes late.

If I don't get my insulin on time,

it can take all day
for me to get sorted out.

Well, we have a plan

to make sure your insulin
is never late again.

I'm going to teach you
how to inject yourself.

- I don't want to.
- We've always had the nurse

come and do it,
ever since she was diagnosed.

We're entitled.

Paulette is entitled
to the best of care, Mrs Roland.

And in the case of insulin injections,

the best of care means doing it herself.

Now, young lady, are you decent

under that frou-frou housecoat?

Remember, calm and courteous.

Concentrate on getting facts.

Facts?

- We'll be lucky.
- Don't jump to conclusions.

Lousy tinkers.

Morning, sir.

I was thinking
it was more like afternoon.

Oh, yeah. It's five past.

I'll be stopping for me dinner soon.
What have you come looking for?

We just wanted a bit of a chat.

We're busy. So leg it.

Sarge?

We're sorry to disturb you, sir,

but we're on the lookout
for some stolen car parts.

Hubcaps, emblems.

The sort of things kids might nick.

Not my kids.

It's the school holidays,
they can run a bit wild.

Mine don't.

They don't go to school,

so they'd have no holidays
to run wild in.

They're workers.

Ask this one.

- Rita!
- Coming, Papa.

- Me grandson.
- Congratulations. How old is he?

- Three days.
- Is he your first?

Yes.

I called him John.

Can't resist a newborn, me.

I've got a nipper meself.

Nearly 18 months old now.

If you've finished your work here,
can we get on with ours?

Of course.

- Keep an eye on the kids, though.
- We do.

Hello, Pats.

- What do you think?
- All your own work?

You are a dark horse.

I got Sister Winifred
to do it in the end.

She's quite the Picasso
with the poster paints.

You've got one for me
to put up at the nurses' home?

I've even supplied the drawing pins.

They're in the envelope
with the tickets.

I shall peddle them relentlessly.

You've got to get those Cubs
to the jamboree.

Norfolk's such a long way.

The train fare alone
will be beyond most families.

Then there'll be other costs.

No child should be excluded
because they lack the means.

You really care about
those little scamps, don't you?

Yes. But don't tell anyone.

Your secret's safe with me.

There is a baby in a pram out there

with a pierced ear turning septic.

I want her brought in
and shown to doctor.

Will these mothers never learn?

Welcome back, Sister Evangelina.

Sister Evangelina!

Greetings!

We should have guessed
you'd come straight here.

It's clinic day. Why wouldn't I?

The toy box corner was left
unsupervised for one minute

and Susan pushed
a piece of Lego up her nose.

- I can't get it out.
- Lego?

Used to dried peas and Meccano screws.

Still, at least we're moving
with the times.

I recommend a cold compress
and digital pressure.

Thank you. I'll try
Vaseline and tweezers.

She nearly didn't go out
to her friend's.

She thought I was looking peaky.

Don't look peaky to me.

You look beautiful.

Smell beautiful and all.

What's that?

Taboo by Donna.

The forbidden fragrance.

So forbidden I had to send off
for it mail-order.

What did your probation officer
say this morning?

Oh, you know, the usual.

"Keep it up, young fellow,
wish they were all like you."

He's getting a job interview
lined up for me.

Apprentice print worker
up Fleet Street.

Almost worth going to borstal for.

That's all done with. I promise you.

Come on. We've got an hour
before she's back.

Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts,

which we receive by thy bounty.

May we be always grateful

and ever mindful of those in need.

- Amen.
- Amen.

What's this?

It's a cheese tart.
Nurse Green suggested it.

You've had major surgery
below the waist,

you don't want to tax your digestion
with animal matter.

Cheese is animal matter.

And this is a quiche.
You know my feelings.

- Shall I open a tin of salmon?
- By all means.

So, Sergeant Noakes,

are there any developments in the case
of Nurse Green's hubcaps?

Not as yet. I've made
inquiries at the campsite

but no one was very forthcoming.

I detect a hint of resignation
in your tone.

Well, they close ranks, don't they?
I did see a lovely little baby, though.

Three days old.
His mother looks about 14.

One of those gymslip mums, I reckon.

Perhaps we should make contact.

If the girl is as young
as Sergeant Noakes says,

she may need our help.

I wouldn't advise sending anyone alone.

Lenny, Lenny!

What do you think you're playing at?

- Where did you get them from?
- Found them!

Found them attached
to someone's car, more like.

- Dad'll kill you.
- No, he won't, he'll just laugh.

Yeah, well, you listen to me.

Dad's got a funny sense of humour

and robbing things isn't a joke, Len.

Now, give 'em here.

Give 'em.

Race you back!

As street leaders
in the Civil Defence Corps,

it is your responsibility to commit
the layout of the district to memory.

In the event of nuclear warfare,

many of the local landmarks
will be reduced to dust.

I'm sorry I'm late, Mr Buckle.

And on my first day as well.

I had to wait in
for a delivery at my shop.

Name tapes.
Oh, the grammar school mothers

would have my guts for garters

if they weren't in the shop
tomorrow morning.

Well, we can't have that, can we?

Will we be walking far this evening?

Well, you appear to be wearing

stout footwear,
I'm sure it will suffice.

I've walked all over Selsey Bill
in these.

They've got a cushioned insole.

Er, Mr Cowan, if you would give Mrs Gee

an ordinance survey map,
that would be appreciated.

Is it all right
if I hold it upside-down?

Only, I find it easier that way.

If it assists you,
that's all that matters.

Efficiency is our watchword.

Oh!

You need stronger laces for those boots.

Possibly nylon with a metal aglet.

I have to take Angela
to the surgery with me today,

Mrs Penny has picked precisely
the wrong week to go on holiday.

Your father will have to take you
for your haircut

whilst he has his lunch break.

- He never has a lunch break.
- I do now.

Your mother insists on it.

Hello, nurse!

We've half a dozen ulcer patients
coming in for dressing changes.

Oh, Patrick.

You've cut yourself shaving again.

It's that new safety razor.

That had better be Mrs Gee
about the name tapes.

Dad, I want to wear
long trousers, not shorts.

Mum's bought me shorts
and I don't want to wear them.

Well, what does your mother say?

That she likes to see
young boys in shorts

and anyway, she's already bought them.

But Nurse Green says
I have legs like rhubarb

and she's an old woman.

Tim.

Imagine what they'll say
at grammar school.

Well, other people
would be wearing shorts.

Other people have different legs.

Nobody enters the caravan
without being invited.

We're entirely happy
to stand outside and talk.

We're looking for a young lady
who had a baby very recently.

That'll be my niece, Rita.

Is Rita's baby
in that rather smart pram?

No. He's inside,

out of the wet,
where you'd expect him to be.

We don't want to pry

but we weren't aware
of medical help being sent for

when baby arrived

and we just wanted to make sure
both Rita and the little one

were comfortable and well.

We didn't send for any help
because none was needed,

any more than it's needed now.

I deliver all the babies
in this family, always have,

like my grandmother before me.

We were only concerned
because we'd heard that

Rita was a tiny bit on the young side.

She's 16. And married.

In case you were wanting
to ask questions about that.

Aunt Attracta,
I want to show him to them.

Will you please come inside?

Wipe your feet.

What a perfectly immaculate
umbilical stump.

Yes, it's drying up very nicely.

I like to use Fuller's Earth myself
but Rita made me put baby powder on it.

It smells nicer.

We could bring you some of our
medicated cord powder, if you'd like.

It's the colour of him
that bothers me.

I keep telling her it's a touch
of the jaundice is all.

Your aunt's quite right.

It's nothing to worry about
at this stage.

Just a sign that baby's adjusting
to being in the outside world.

This yellow tinge should fade
in a day or two

and we can look in again
just to reassure you.

All right.

I'm making tea for my grandmother.

She didn't eat her dinner,
it's all she wants.

Will you take a cup?

Oh, thank you.

That's very kind.

I didn't expect glamour
when I came into nursing

but I had hoped for something
more than a nice hem,

discussing square dancing
and drinking Horlicks.

Actually, it's Bournvita.

Mmm.

I might faint with excitement.

So what are we going to wear?

Check shirts are quite popular
and I have plenty.

I was hoping for a poodle skirt,

like the one the queen wore
when she went to Canada.

The trouble with poodle skirts

is they can't be worn
with a straight face any more.

You need a dash of irony
or you'll simply look naive.

I believe the tickets are half a crown?

- For the square dance?
- Oh, of course.

My cousin and I decided
to have an adventure

the year before last.

We indulged in a week in Butlin's.

There was a square dance every night.

Oh.

Thank you.

What's all this?

Woman in dressing gown again?

I can't do a thing with her, nurse.

No breakfast again this morning.

And who's fault is that?

I go off my food when I'm upset
and you keep upsetting me.

You know my views on Vaughn Sellars

and you know your father's views.

I'm going to be sick.

I'll deal with this.

I'm hardly bringing anything up.

It's just all bile.

Take a sip of water.

Good morning, Mrs Turner.

Have you got room
for one more sample in that batch?

Is it ready to go?
I'm about to send them off

and I have to leave on time today.

They're all marked up.

If my hunch proves correct,
we've got our work cut out.

Pregnancy test
for Paulette Roland, Miss.

Good luck at the
grammar school, Timothy.

I suspect I'm going to need it!

Make sure you work hard, eh?

You heard the lady.

And good on ya for getting in!

Used to be one of my Cubs.

Ah, it's lovely watching them all
getting on in life, isn't it?

Not half.

And what can I do for you, Mr Buckle?

I take it you don't need name tapes
or a badge for your blazer?

No, I came for some of those
shoelaces you mentioned.

Of course. Nylon with a metal aglet.

That'll be one and four.

Oh, look at these ribbons.

My girls always had new hair ribbons
for going back to school.

I remember.

Didn't I hear that Marlene
went to live in Canada?

Oh, she's back in Birmingham now,

Dolly's in Australia
and they've three nippers between them.

Oh, well, your wife would be very proud.

She was a lovely woman.

Yeah, she was.

My Burt thought highly of her, too.

I can still see his face
the morning after that air raid.

Yeah, they had it tough,
those ARP wardens.

Mmm.

Well, someone had to do it.

And someone will have to do it again
if they drop that bomb.

Hmm. Well, we're working on that,
ain't we, hey?

Lads, I'm watching you.

They're not bad boys, just...

wilful.

I've come to see Rita and baby John.

I brought the cord powder we mentioned.

She's taken him out in his pram.

Get a bit of sun on him, she said,
probably just wants to show him off.

Yes.

She shouldn't try to do
too much too soon.

Ah, sure, the young ones.

They're over it in no time.

It's older mothers
who feel it a little more.

Will you take a chair and wait for her?
I'll make you some tea.

My grandmother, Pegeen,
she's going out with the tide.

Doesn't want food any more.

I give her tea in one of her good cups,
make her feel special.

It's a beautiful pattern.

Crown Derby.

It was part of her dowry
when she married.

Half the tea goes down her neck,
the rim's that wide.

Would you like a doctor to visit,
to see if there's anything he can do?

He might want her moved.

She wouldn't want that.

- Morning, sister.
- Oh, hello, Rita!

You sit there and have a rest.

I don't need tea.

Oh, yes!

Hello!

I'll get it.

Allow me. I'm waiting for news
on a number of cases.

Nonnatus House. Midwife speaking.

Evening, Dr Turner.

Can I speak
to Nurse Crane, please?

He wants you.

Speaking.

Nurse Crane.

Erm, why did you request
a pregnancy test for Paulette Roland?

Because there's a boyfriend
on the scene.

And I know the difference between

diabetes-related nausea
and morning sickness.

Yes, you do.

The results came back positive.

Oh, hell's teeth.

Hell's teeth indeed.

Diabetes and pregnancy
are a very dangerous combination.

I can't be in the family way. I can't!

I labelled the sample myself
and saw it packed up and sent off.

You never told me
you were sending it anywhere.

I'm 17, I have a right to know
what you're doing with my wee.

Tell her she's made a mistake.

Tell her it isn't possible.

We were trying to be careful.

But we couldn't manage it.

You stupid little slut!

How am I going to tell your father?

He's halfway to ruddy Rio de Janeiro
in an oil tanker!

- Mrs Roland.
- And you needn't be thinking

there'll be any sort of shotgun wedding.

That Sellars lot are the biggest
wrong'uns in Poplar!

And Vaughn's already been inside!

It was only borstal!

He's put all that behind him.
Besides, I love him and he loves me.

You don't know what love is, Paulette.

- Mrs Roland...
- Love

is wanting the best for someone,
doing without,

to make sure that they get the best!

And don't be trying to tell me
that Vaughn Sellars

has done any of those things!

Are you a smoker, Mrs Roland?

You might find you'd benefit
from a cigarette.

I'm clean out of them.

Perhaps Dr Turner
can supply the deficiency.

He said he would wait in his car
till I gave him the nod.

What do you mean, the nod?

Sweetheart,

will you sup something
off this spoon for me?

Attracta.

I brought something
that I thought might help.

Bless you.

The difficulty isn't
that Paulette is unmarried, Mrs Roland.

It's that she's diabetic.

Will it make her worse?

Possibly very much worse.

So what do we do?

In certain cases, we advise

a medically therapeutic
termination of the pregnancy.

- Does that mean an abortion?
- Yes, it does, dear.

That's against the law.

Going up some back street,
seeing some filthy woman.

This would take place
in hospital.

Legally.

Do you understand, Paulette?

I understand you want
to get rid of this baby!

It's not a baby, Paulette!

What are you, two months?

By my reckoning,
she's a little nearer three.

Well, solution's obvious, isn't it?

Thank the Lord!

You may find she becomes
a little more responsive

when she's taking in more liquid.

Dehydration can worsen confusion
when a person is very old

or near the end.

You take such wonderful care of her.

I can hardly remember my own mother.

Pegeen, she looked out for me
since I was born.

Found me a husband.

Decent lad.

She had me promised to him
since I was 10 years old!

And she taught me how to birth children
when the time came for that.

You can't be comfortable
kneeling there, Attracta.

Let me take over.

That'll be better for you.

And for baby.

Yes.

She bought me these
gold earrings when I was born.

We always give gold,
it's there to sell or to barter

if times are hard.

But if I still have mine,

if I've never come upon times
as hard as that,

it's because of her, isn't it?
All she taught me.

I can never repay her what I owe.

People go to prison
for getting rid of babies,

the mothers and the women who did it.

Well, they keep saying it's allowed.

If you're sick
and they do it in hospital.

It's still a crime
if you don't want it done.

And we want that baby, don't we?

- Do you want it, Vaughn?
- I want you.

I just...
I feel like I'm such a liability,

needing needles and wee tests
every day and now this.

It's like people say
when they get married.

In sickness and in health.

We're not married, Vaughn.

Not yet.

I'm not going to say "Do you mean that?"

Because I know you do.

I'm not going to say "Will you?"
Because I know the answer.

It's absolutely beautiful.

You say that as if
you've never heard it before.

I haven't for a while.

I've been mainly on
district nursing duty.

As this is your eleventh pregnancy,

we did wonder whether
you should consider giving birth

at the maternity home
when the time comes?

We would still deliver baby.

Attracta, I'm not in the business
of forcing you to obey orders

or to do anything
that doesn't feel right.

Whatever you want,
I will try to provide for you.

I don't want charity.

It isn't the way we do things.

If you tell me to go, I will.

But Pegeen is too frail to help you

and I can't believe you really
want to give birth on your own.

No.

I don't.

Now, since his visit yesterday,
Dr Turner has arranged

for Paulette to be referred
to Mr Brockway at The London.

His expertise is in
the termination of pregnancy,

regardless of the medical reason.

I don't believe
there is a medical reason.

I think she's just
making you say that there is.

That's not the case at all.

Baby may grow very large,

develop abnormally or even die.

And I wish I could
mince my words, Paulette,

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

You can at least do let me do
one thing for myself.

Have you got children, Nurse Crane?

No, Mrs Roland, I am a spinster.

How dare you even come into my house?

I want to speak to you, Mrs Roland.

Oh, you do, do you?

Sit down, Vaughn.

No, I can't, I've not been invited.

Look, you may think I'm no good
but I was brought up proper.

On the fast track to Pentonville,
more like.

Mrs Roland, why not hear the lad out?

Because he's got nothing to say
that I'd be interested in hearing.

I want to marry Paulette, Mrs Roland.

There's no need.

There's every need.

I love him, Mum,
and I'm going to have a baby!

No, you are not!

Having this child
will put your life at risk!

Conveniently for you.

Vaughn, that's not the attitude.

I think you should leave.

I'll leave your house.

I won't leave her.

Oh! Good evening.

Erm, I've got something of yours
in this bag

and I'm really sorry.

My hubcaps.

I see.

Well, very well, young man.
These are no good to me

until they're once more
properly affixed to the wheels

from which they were purloined.

It wasn't me who did it.

We can discuss the finer points
in due course.

I did a bit of mechanics
back in borstal.

My probation officer reckons
it'll stand me in good stead.

Has he encouraged you
to mention this at your interview?

He's encouraged me to tell the truth.

Prove I'm determined to be honest.

Is that what this is all about?

People think I'm a wrong'un,
Nurse Crane,

but that's my family, not me.

I don't want my baby got rid of.

And I don't want it born
a you-know-what, either.

You mean born outside of wedlock?

Well, it's no start in life, is it?

No, love, it isn't.

But with diabetes in the picture,
that's the least of everybody's worries.

Look,

me and Paulette know
there's a chance it might go wrong

but it might not. And I love her.

Her mum shouldn't be stood in our way.

It's not my place to criticise,

not even my place to comment.

All I would say is,

speaking entirely
from my own experience,

is that when somebody thinks the worst
of a person because of their background,

such a lot can be lost.

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

No, kid.

The wrong'un was me.

Or maybe my mother.

I was a you-know-what.

All these years on,
there's still no nice way of saying it.

- That's not fair.
- No.

But it didn't stop me
making something of myself.

Anyway, young man,
I want my vehicle restored to glory.

Chop-chop!

- Afternoon, Mrs Gee.
- Oh! Mr Buckle!

No need for formalities.
I'm here on a personal matter.

Oh, 'cause you said Mrs Gee.

I thought you must have come
to check up on my map reading.

I am getting better

but I still find it a bit difficult
to tell my left from my right.

- At least, if I have to do it...
- Mrs Gee.

- Violet.
- Violet.

I wonder if you'd do me the kindness
of accompanying me

to a function next Saturday night?

Oh! A function?

It's in aid of the Cubs.

Square dance.

Do-si-do and all that.

Perfect.

- Then you'll come?
- Yes, I will, Mr Buckle.

Fred, please.

Thank you, Fred.

Not exactly a room with a view

but our residents are promised
all the mod cons.

My mum was beaming from ear to ear
when you frog-marched me off.

You've got me in your clutches now.

What I didn't say
in front of your mother, Paulette,

is that Dr Turner's admitted you
as a social case.

Because of your situation at home.

In what way is that supposed to help?

You're asking for me to get rid of it,
as she is.

That's not the case at all.

But you're a minor.

You're under 21 and that means
you can't make your own decisions.

Would you let me keep it?

If you were my mother?

I'm not your mother, kid.

If I were,

there might be some things
I'd do differently.

But I'd still be worried sick
about your health

and your baby's.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have put you on the spot.

Come on.

Night dress, dressing gown and slippers.

Then you can impress me
by doing your own jab.

Thought your solution to the
Paulette Roland case was rather clever.

It's only temporary.

I can't admit her as a maternity case

because the pregnancy
isn't advanced enough.

Well, there is a way
around those things if you try.

Wish I could think of a way
around these name tapes.

Even the socks have to be
labelled individually.

I haven't even started.

Ask for help.

Oh, there's no need.

Ask for help.

Say you have too much to do.

No one is invincible.

No, they aren't.

I wish you'd just come
and sit down and get cracking.

I think my eyes will not permit it.

Indisposition has dimmed them.

You mean
disinclination has dimmed them.

You're always harping on
about wanting to be needed.

Mrs Turner looked worn out
when she brought these round.

This reminds me of
when I first came to the order

and I had to mark my habit
and veil with my number.

I always liked the idea
that a sister I'd never known

had had my number once

and that one day
another girl would get it.

What is your number, child?

I should have it in my mind.

But it is erased by these
pettifogging handicrafts.

1-7-9.

I think that was
Mother Bertram's number.

Oh, I don't think it can be.

Mother Bertram was still alive
when I joined.

I shall repair to my room

and seek out my Latin dictionary
to loan to our young student.

That is a far greater service
than any stitching on of labels.

I don't mind telling you my heart sank

when I was told I was nursing her.

Thank goodness
I am used to the vow of obedience.

Did it take a long time?

Years.

I still have hard days with it,
even now.

Well, poverty was never a problem.

And chastity, well,

you offer that up and in the end,
it's not something you think about.

No.

But not being able to have your head,

having to go where
others feel you are called?

Still, I've been told
I can take the night shift

at the maternity home on Saturday.

That's something to cling to.

You mark my words.

The joy of midwifery never dims.

Mr Brockway's asked for you
to be transferred

to The London this evening, Paulette.

I thought you were
going to let me stay here?

There's a bed available now.

And Mr Brockway wants to carry out
the procedure within a day or two.

My mum's agreed to this, hasn't she?

We've arranged for an ambulance
to pick you up at 5:00.

Your mother will come here
and travel with you.

This is our home! This is our home!

- Come on, get out of here.
- Calm down!

I understand. I understand!

Come on, get out of here!

Sergeant Noakes?

Whatever's happening?

They've been served an eviction notice.

There's a new law out.

If they don't have a licence
to run this as a campsite,

- then they have to leave.
- Well...

Can they apply for a licence?

They could, I suppose,
but it would take time.

Well, that could be a good thing.

There's a new baby here,

another due soon and
an elderly lady who is dying.

I know you have your work to do
but so do I.

Come on, lads. Let the sister through.

Move aside, please!

Move aside!

Oh, no.

Attracta, are you in pain?

Her time's come.

All right.

I think I need to get you somewhere
where you can lie down, Attracta.

Where I can examine you,
if you're agreeable?

And we can decide what to do.

You can let go of her hand, Pegeen.

I'll take care of her.

I promise.

Knock, knock.

You can come in.

I told them the sight of all the babies
was upsetting me.

Are they letting you go?

No, tonight I'm being taken
to The London.

They want to do the operation
as soon as possible

and it's going to be easier
to run away from here than there.

I've got my interview
at the print worker's.

I want you to come with me.

Even if you weren't, I'm going anyway.

Sergeant Noakes! This has to stop.

This lady is in labour.

In labour?
Well, can't you take her to hospital?

She wants to give birth
in her own home, which is here.

No evictions
and no transfers to hospital

are going to take place
until I give my permission.

Do you understand?

Yes, sister. I do.

Right. All right, then.

Let's get you through.

Well done.

- Move away, please.
- Thank you.

All right, I've got you.

Well done, Attracta. Well done.

There's a cousin of me mum's.
We all call her Auntie Flo.

Lives just outside of town.

If we go there I can leave you with her
and come back for me interview.

All right.

It's a nice house,
not some slimy old place.

And she's all right.

She'll have to be, the mess we're in.

If you get that job,
things will soon get better, won't they?

Wouldn't let me in last night.

Said she was tired and needed to rest.

That is one of the reasons
why she's here.

Oh, no!

Push with the pain, Attracta.

I want a big, strong, brave push.

I haven't the strength.

Listen to the sister.

Oh, listen to you,
telling me all about it now,

like you're suddenly the expert.

You're the expert in this room,
Attracta.

No, I'm not.

This is a brave, beautiful body

that's done this many, many times.

It knows the way and so do you.

It's only the head, Attracta.
You remember this.

Oh, it's a boy, Attracta.

Oh.

A boy.

Beautiful, beautiful boy.

Well, thank the Lord.

Yes.

And you, sister.

Thank you.

Pegeen, what are you doing out of bed?

No.

Come in, Pegeen.

All's well.

Another lad.

Would you like to hold baby, Pegeen,

while I help Attracta
with the afterbirth?

Sit down, love.

Oh.

You were there for my first,

now you're here for my last.

No.

I'm done.

We're getting too old, Pegeen.
The both of us.

The sisters did everything.

Except these.

Long trousers?

I never had them when I was a kid.

And I wanted them so much.

Come on,
let's get ready for the square dance.

I'll get that for you. Hello, Sister.

Oh, no.

Aunt Flo's place
is another day away, I reckon.

There are no buses till tomorrow so...

We'll camp here tonight.

- Please, please take my jacket.
- You'll be freezing.

You're shaking, Paulette.

It's not the cold.

My blood sugar's low.

I need to eat, Vaughn.

There's still apples left.

They're no good on their own.

I have to say,

I didn't think the circular skirt
was a fashion I'd ever revisit.

I'd forgotten how the petticoats
scratched one's nylons.

I found a straggler waiting in the hall.

Hello, Dels.

I brought us a bottle of bourbon.

It's a sort of American Scotch.

I've already told her,
I shan't be imbibing.

I'm motorised this evening,

in case we hear anything
about young Paulette.

- Oh? Is there still no news?
- Not as yet.

But there's no point
in sitting home and moping.

Charity beckons. We must heed the call.

I've got some cream soda, Nurse Crane,
you could have some of that.

Thank you.

And do call me Phyllis.

Just for this evening.

So, who's for a quick brightener?

Just me, Pats and Trixie?

Of course. Might take my mind off
this appalling skirt.

Chin-chin.

You said you need to eat.

The only place I could get tick
was in a bakery.

I just...

I just feel a bit sick, that's all.

I need another injection
but I've run out.

I don't want anyone knowing
where we are.

They'll split us up
and get rid of our baby.

But if that's
what's best for you, though.

How can that be best for me?

It's not what I want.

Sometimes,

what's best for you
isn't always what you want.

Look, it's the Lone Ranger.

That's rather impolite,

when we've come to raise money
to send you on holiday.

Do you know your way
to the Community Centre?

- Yes.
- There's a dance on there.

I want you to go and fetch Dr Turner.

Now, I'm going to rub some glucose
powder on the inside of your cheek

to raise your blood sugar level.

So do we.

I want to dance with you.

You are dancing with me.

Yes, you and half of Poplar.

I mean, a foxtrot or a waltz,
even a tango.

There isn't a place on Earth
where that would happen.

There must be, somewhere.

And until we find it,

we'll just have to dance together
in our heads.

I've come for the doctor.

♪ The skies have fallen down

♪ In despair my heart does drown

♪ I dread each day

♪ The nights are far worse

♪ From heartache I have no relief

♪ Until the ground

♪ Summons me beneath

♪ This burden I bear

♪ Each moment is a curse

♪ From here I'll not wander more

♪ The girl I left behind me ♪

You know anything about this?

Open up! Open Up!

There's a bucket in the corner.

It's not that.
I've got a job interview this morning.

Good luck with that.

But you can make one phone call.

Who do you want?
Your brief or your probation officer?

Neither of them.

- I just got your message, Vaughn.
- Is Paulette all right?

She will be, one way or another.

It's not what I wanted.

None of that.

- None of this.
- I know.

But you did the right thing.

And I'll make sure
that's said before the court.

Will you tell her I love her?

Consider it done.

Thank you.

They'll bring you something
to calm you down now.

You won't have to keep looking
at the clock then.

You have it.

You're the one who's shaking.

Nurse Crane

said you would been dead already
if it wasn't for Vaughn.

I reckon he must love you

as much as I do.

Doctors find new things out
all the time.

And who knows, in a year or two,

you might have another baby.

Things might be
completely different then.

I'll make sure Vaughn gets the message

when you're out of theatre.

I was waiting for you.

My aunt said I was to give you this.

I shouldn't accept this.

I'm not supposed to have
personal possessions.

Well, let's say it's ours
and we're just lending it to you.

Pegeen would like that.

We're not defined
by the things

that make us separate and distinct

but by the moments that we share

and the memories we make.

And we are shaped
by the hands we hold in ours

and cherish and gently let go.

- Goodnight, Fred.
- Night, Vi.

Is she from the government?

Fingers all strong like monkey paws.
Ooh, yeah.

Can we buy two pretty girls a cake?

We don't like cake.

They couldn't live without each other.
You can see it, can't you?

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