All language subtitles for Call the Midwife S08E06 Episode 8.6.DVDRip.NonHI.en.BBC

In 1964, every East End family

had its connection
to the wharfs.

People belonged to the river,
and the river belonged to them.

Watch out, son!

And the Thames
flowed on, like time itself,

bringing growth and
change and challenge.

- Here, Dad.
- Nurse Franklin.

Hello, Mr. Brittall.

The hospital let me dad
come home last night.

Oh, I am pleased.

It's so much better
that he's with his family.

This isn't a social
club, Marnie!

I expect I'll be
seeing you soon.

That's it!

I think I should just
try this blazer on.

Tim!

Oh, sorry.

Just for that, you can
be in the picture, too.

All together now.

Big smiles and...

I've moved you to the maternity
home in my place, Nurse Anderson.

It'll mean a few extra
calls for Sister Frances,

but I think she's ready.

And she's got young legs.

We'll manage, Phyllis,
please don't worry.

This seems a lot
worse than last time.

I think I should
call an ambulance.

No, no, it's just lumbago.

Yes, hospital is best avoided.

Nurse Crane, you are
clearly in a lot of pain,

and I am going to
call an ambulance.

I shan't fight you.

Two, three...

Whatever's happened?
What's wrong with Phyllis?

Oh, her back's gone again.

We had to give her gas
to get her in the chair.

Emergency - Ward 10.

Sister Monica Joan isn't a fan,

but there are some rather
handsome doctors in it.

Budge up, then.

Nurse Crane's diagnosis
has been confirmed

as a trapped sciatic nerve.
- Oh, poor lamb.

That's going to mean
beastly old traction, isn't it?

Yes, it is. And I've been advised
that she won't be back to work

for at least six weeks.

Pity the doctor that
had to tell her that.

Quite.

Fortunately, Mother Mildred has
promised to send one of the sisters

for the duration of
Nurse Crane's absence,

so, hopefully, Sister Frances,
we won't have another day

quite as busy as this one.

Oh, I didn't mind.

I wonder who we'll get.

Good morning, Mr. Buckle!

Mother Mildred.

Good morning.

We wasn't expecting you.

The Almighty likes
to keep us guessing.

It is why my devotion
to him never stales.

Thank you.

I sat at supper in the
refectory and cast my gaze

from one end of
the table to the other,

musing prayerfully upon the
question, whom might I bequeath?

Vigor is required.

Expertise is required.

Compassion is required.

And thus, I decided
that it should be me.

Besides, it's time I learnt how our
mission in the East End has evolved.

Now, which of
you splendid ladies

would like me to accompany
her on her morning's round?

- Perhaps Sister Frances would...
- I'm too inexperienced.

Indeed.

If my purpose is to learn, I
require an escort of maturity,

with perhaps some
glamor for ballast.

It hasn't been used a
lot, but I've spruced it up,

oiled it, changed the
tires, run it round the block,

and I reckon this is just the
ticket for you, Mother Mildred.

Oh, the bicycle.

Curse of the short of limb.

Never fear, Mr. Buckle,
the Lord will provide.

I see you have
your van close by.

How very fortuitous.

- Don't dawdle.
- Coming!

Oh, good, we want the
second floor, I believe.

Mother Mildred, I am a fully
qualified Keep Fit instructor,

but even I am struggling to keep up
with an internal combustion engine.

A moment, please.

Of course, Nurse
Franklin, I do apologize.

Anyway, erm...

Brittall, Joseph, Mr.

End-stage
pneumoconiosis. Poor chap.

Very common among the
retired dockers, I'm afraid.

It's the dust in the warehouses.

Well, we must give poor Mr. Brittall
and his family what comfort we can.

On we go.

Come along, Miss
Crane, let's be sensible.

Might be storing up
problems if you don't.

I am a State Registered Nurse
and a State Certified Midwife,

therefore perfectly well
aware of what I may or may not

be storing up, Sister.

I shall let you know when
assistance is required.

Thank you.

Oh, actually, Sister,
when you have a moment...

..might I trouble you for
the use of the telephone?

Well done, Mr. Brittall.

Not the most dignified
of positions, I know,

but it gets the
circulation going again.

Ain't much dignified
in this dying business.

I've seen many a
patient gasp their way

to the finish line
without oxygen.

To be able to provide it in the
home seems almost miraculous.

Mrs. Brittall.

It's clear your father-in-law's
in magnificent hands,

I commend you.

We're just glad
to have him home.

It's the hungry hordes already.

Fags out, Granddad's
on his tank.

I'm telling you, one of them's going
to blow us all up one of these days.

You all right, Dad?

What's that for?

Fell off a crate.

Thought it would cheer you up.

We will see you all anon.

We'll be back at the
same time tomorrow,

but do telephone if you
have any worries at all.

Oi.

Hello, Granddad,
you're looking a bit better.

I think it's better not to
enquire into the provenance

- of that pineapple.
- Nurse.

He wants to ask you
something. Go on.

I've got this thing on me neck.

It was just a little
nick, but now it's...

I mean, it's likely nothing.
She wanted me to ask.

Oh, yes, infected.

It's probably environmental.

I've seen a lot of that sort of
thing in the Kowloon slums.

I beg your pardon?

You aren't in Kowloon now,
and my house isn't a slum!

I'm quite sure Mother
Mildred wasn't implying that.

I ruddy hope not.

If I were you, I'd make an
appointment at the surgery.

Dr. Turner might want to
give you some antibiotics.

Or a tin of Vim. Come on.

Perhaps it's the strain
making her oversensitive.

Nurse Crane has asked
for her Spanish textbooks

and the manual on motor
maintenance from the public library.

I have a feeling she's
in need of distraction.

Perhaps our friend Cyril
could oblige with the latter.

And we should let Sergeant Woolf
know that Nurse Crane won't be at Cubs.

It's sweet the way they always
want to be exactly the same,

right down to the color
of the biscuit wrappers.

We've been so lucky
with how well they get on.

Shelagh, are you all right?

Oh, I'm just being a bit silly.

We've had the latest letter from
the charity, and it's good news, really.

Mr. Tunnocks is much improved and
should be out of the sanatorium soon.

So, our next meeting
will be to start planning

May's move to her
permanent family.

Come here.

I told you I was
being silly and selfish.

It's absolutely right that May goes
to the home that was meant for her,

but Angela's going
to miss her so much.

Angela isn't the only one.

No.

Shelagh, if we have
loved that little girl,

then that means we've
done what we set out to do.

I hope so.

I was absolutely mortified.

Poor Mrs. Brittall. I think Mother
Mildred was lucky to get out alive.

Lucille, are you all right?

You've looked ever so
down in the dumps lately.

Have I?

Only in a delicate, subtle,
scarcely discernible sort of a way

that I can pinpoint to the exact moment
you came home from your date with Cyril.

I'm not going to
talk about Cyril.

Why not?

Did something go wrong?

He's not the person
I thought he was.

Firstly, he took me to
the most unsuitable place.

A West Indian social club where,

secondly, there were several
people smoking marijuana.

Was Cyril one of them?

No, he wasn't.

It would be a bit strange,
him being a pastor.

Yes, it would.

And you know the worst thing?

He isn't a pastor at all.

What?!

When I mentioned it,
he looked at me as if

I had been smoking marijuana.

He's hardly been to church
since he left British Guyana.

The whole evening was a total
disaster and I won't be seeing him again.

I have to go, I'm on night duty.

- Valerie.
- Yeah.

Who said that
Cyril was a pastor?

It was Sister Monica
Joan who told...

Oh.

You're up early, Fred Buckle.

Yeah, I thought I'd get in sharp
and take a look at that dicky boiler

before I go off with
Mother Mildred.

Are you remembering
about the wholesaler's?

- Oh.
- Oh, Fred, love,

you said you'd take me
up there. It's three buses.

I can't really say no to
Mother Mildred, can I?

I mean, she's a nun and she needs
to get round to see her patients.

No, I don't suppose you can.

Just... don't let her
take the mick, eh?

Mr. Brittall, it could be
something called erysipelas.

I'm starting you on
antibiotics as a precaution,

but given your occupation,

I want to get you to
the hospital for tests.

Tests? For what?

Well, I'd like to
rule out anthrax.

Bloody hell.

Have you been unloading
any animal products recently?

Bonemeal, skins,
anything like that?

I don't know. We get
all sorts from all over.

When I started on the docks,
there was this fella got anthrax.

Flippin' heck, he
died, that bloke.

Which is why I want you to
have those tests straight away.

I'm so sorry.

We seem to have turned the
room into a bit of a bomb site.

I accept no apologies because
no apologies are required.

I relish seeing children
enjoy themselves.

And the difference in little
May is quite remarkable.

She's made her
mark on all of us.

They do, you know.

These little scraps.

They come to us as
the wounded ones.

But when they leave
us, it is we who bleed.

Does it hurt you
to let go of them?

That would be telling.

And I do not tell because
my pain is not relevant.

Can I help you?

I'm in labor.

Why don't you come in
and I'll have a look, Mrs...?

Pilkington, and it's Miss.

Why don't you tell me your
first name, and I'll call you that?

It's Elaine.

Lean on me, Elaine.

You've come to the right place.

Ah, Mr. Buckle!

Just the gentleman I want.

I require transportation
to the Iris Knight Institute.

I am putting my shoulder
to the Mothercraft wheel!

What time do you need to
be there, Mother Mildred?

The instant you can oblige.

Thank you.

This is quite a strong
foundation garment.

Anthrax.

Sends a chill right
through you, doesn't it?

I know this couldn't have
come at a worse time for you all.

One of us will be
here every day for Joe,

and if there's anything else
we can do, please just ask.

You can tell that nun not
to come back for a start.

- Mum!
- No! Ed, I mean it.

I've got your granddad
lying in the back

room, I've got your
dad. I'm up to here, love!

I'm not having someone in my house
who can't even be bothered to be polite.

I don't think she meant to...

Are you going to tell her nurse,
or do I have to do it myself?

Have you had any
antenatal care at all?

No, but I know that
I'm nine months gone.

- Your cervix is quite dilated.
- That means it's coming, doesn't it?

It certainly does.

Is there any one you
would like me to call?

Your boyfriend, perhaps?

No.

- What about your parents?
- No!

Elaine, precious...

..how old are you?

17.

Hello, love.

According to her
medical records,

Miss Pilkington
lives with her parents.

She was adamant that
I shouldn't call them.

No parents, no boyfriend.

She hasn't said a word
about the baby's father.

If her parents don't know
where she is, they'll be worried.

The pregnancy was very
well concealed, Doctor.

They might not even
know that she's expecting.

I've had on nicer outfits.

You look good to me, girl.

A sight for sore eyes.

Gilda...

..you've been the
love of my life, girl.

I want you to know that.

If anything...

What's all this?

If nothing.

You're going to be all
right, Barney Brittall.

I ain't having anything else.

Good girl, keep breathing.

Really, really good.

Now small, slow pushes.

That's it, precious,
you're so near.

Gently now.

Baby's head is
just sitting here.

Now we want another
push, just like that.

Slowly, slowly.

Yes!

Yes, I have your
baby's head in my hand.

Oh, well done, Elaine. You
have a beautiful daughter.

Is she all right?

Can I have her? Can I see her?

Of course you can.

My little darling.

I'm never going to
let you go, never.

The very accusation is absurd.

Had Mrs. Brittall ever been to
Kowloon, she would know full well

that there could
be no comparison!

But she hasn't been to Kowloon,

and she does know what
the word "slum" means!

And whether you intended it or
not, I'm afraid you've caused offense!

And whether you intended to or
not, you have waylaid a religious sister

on the brink of
the great silence,

and caused her grave
spiritual inconvenience!

- But I...
- I suggest we conclude this conversation.

Would you like to put Sarah in the
cot while you have some tea and toast?

Mums need to keep
their strength up.

In a minute, maybe.

Elaine?

Sarah isn't your
first baby, is she?

You had some stitches last time.

I saw the scar when
I was delivering her.

They took him away from me.

I didn't say goodbye.

They told me they were
taking him to see a doctor.

I never saw him again.

We don't do
things like that here.

I promise you.

But you're going to
need to make a plan.

Your parents don't know
you're here, do they?

I told them I was
staying with a friend, Etta.

Think how worried they'll be when
you don't come back in the morning.

We're going to have
to let them know.

Elaine?

You can let them know.

But make sure they know
this too - I ain't giving Sarah up.

He had a bad night.

Agitated, you know?

Hasn't been able
to say much today.

- Any better?
- Yeah.

What are you two doing back?

Our wharf shut down.

They've got to check
for more anthrax.

- Seven quid back pay.
- Blimey!

Well, at least they're
taking it seriously.

Do they even know
what they're looking for?

Infected bonemeal
from the Lebanon.

They've got the
actual cargo out, but...

..it could've spread anywhere,
so they've got to check.

Is anyone else sick?

Only Dad.

I don't understand, Sissy.

Our Elaine didn't look
any different, did she?

I mean...

..I thought she'd gone up to a
B cup. But, you know, she's 17!

Sometimes, when a woman
really wants to conceal a pregnancy,

she finds a way,
Mrs. Pilkington.

Where did we go wrong?

She was a well-brought-up
young lady, Doctor.

Sunday school, church.

We taught her right from wrong.

I'm sure you did.

The deception!

Lying to us for a
whole nine months.

Well, thank you, Doctor,
for letting us know.

We'll take care
of things this end.

I understand Elaine relinquished
a baby when she was 15?

Oh, look, it's all
right, love, come on.

We'll get through this.

We've still got the number
from the agency, don't we?

The thing is, Mr. Pilkington,

this time Elaine seems
determined to keep her baby.

Well, unless she has herself a
husband tucked away somewhere,

that just isn't going to happen.

Have you seen
these from the Cubs?

I suppose it's the
thought that counts.

Oh! Did the master mechanic
deliver those to our doors?

Such an able young man!

If you mean Cyril, I'm
afraid I can't help you there.

Sister Monica Joan?

Lucille thought...

Well, we all thought
that Cyril was a pastor.

Oh, but he is.

No, he is not.

So the thing is...

..Lucille doesn't know
if she can trust him.

She doesn't know
if he told a porky...

..or if someone else did.

Oh.

One did not necessarily
mean pastor in the literal sense.

To operate solely on the plane
of the literal would be tedious

and would blind
one to a greater truth.

What I meant, my
dear Nurse Anderson,

is that I had looked into his
eyes and seen the soul of a pastor,

which is far more important.

So, Cyril didn't lie to me?

These might make hospital teas a
little more palatable for Nurse Crane.

Nurse Dyer, your
grandmother rang.

Oh! She'll be getting
cross because I haven't

been to see her for
a couple of weeks.

When you go, she did ask if
you could bring your medical bag.

Oh.

I won't do it.

And how could they even...?

They're supposed to be
the people that love me.

Oh, Elaine, I'm sure they do.

They probably just think
that, in the circumstances...

Sarah wasn't an
accident, Mrs. Turner.

I wanted her. I
wanted her so badly!

It was like they ripped out my heart
when they took away my little boy.

And now...

..every time I look at her,
I can feel it beating again.

Could Sarah's father help you?

I don't even know
where he lives.

And I know it wasn't about him.

I just wanted a baby!

I'm sorry.

You're probably shocked.

It wasn't like
this the first time.

I would have gone to the ends
of the Earth for Benjamin's dad,

even though he didn't
want to know about the baby.

No one did.

And now he's out there
somewhere, growing up, thinking

- I didn't want him either.
- Oh, Elaine.

I'm sure wherever he is,
he will be loved so much.

You can't know that!

No, of course not, it's just...

I'm not sure if
this will help, but...

..we adopted our daughter and we
love her with every fiber of our being.

You're right.

That doesn't help me.

No, I'm sorry.

Gran!

Still alive, then?

I'm sorry I haven't been around
for a bit, time just runs away...

I'm kidding with you, darling!

Oh.

You always look so
smart in that uniform.

- Want a cup of tea?
- Well, I'll make it.

You sit down, tell
me what's wrong.

I can't sit down,
that's the problem.

Like a Whitstable bloody oyster.

Oh!

Oh, Gran!

There's someone
here to see you, Mum.

I told Nurse Franklin I
didn't want you here again.

This is your home, Mrs. Brittall,
and if you will not admit me,

I will respect that and leave

the moment I have
offered my apologies.

Mind me floor.

I've not long scrubbed it.

Oh, this is a nasty one, Gran.

That's it.

- I'm just going to bathe it in antiseptic.
- Ta, darling.

It might sting a bit.

Oh! Sorry.

You know, you really
should've gone to the doctor.

I ain't flashing my
pins for no one.

If any more come up
or this one doesn't heal,

you have got to promise
me you'll go to the doctor.

How many backsides
do you think he's seen?

I'm telling you, he
won't even notice it.

All doctors think
about are the ill bits.

Do you promise me?

- All right.
- All right.

Oh, no, don't touch them!

It's all the work clothes.

Nurse Franklin told me to boil-wash
them in case there were any spores.

Any infected bloody bonemeal.

Aren't they provided
with overalls?

Who by?

The bosses? No!

The men, they wear their
own shirts, their own slacks,

an old suit jacket
that's seen better days.

That's appalling!

Why Barney, eh?

His dad's already dying
because of the job he did.

What have my sons
got coming to get them?

Any news on the new flat?

It's getting to be a bit of
a ghost town round here.

Well, they rehouse the
families first, don't they?

Fair enough, really.

Could be soon, though.

There's only a few of us left.

Don't forget to take your ice
cream money when you go.

I don't need money,
Gran! I've got a job!

Oh, come on!

You and your cousins always had
money for ice cream on your way home.

You ain't forgotten, have you?

Of course not.

Go on.

Help yourself. You
know where it is.

Take ten shillings.

I will not. I will take
two bob and no more.

You did all right, girl.

Thanks, Gran.

Val?

Don't be a stranger.

Thank you, May.

You can go and play with your toys, May, if
you're fed up with the grown-ups talking.

She's come a long way in
the time that she's been here.

It's going to be quite a wrench
for all of us when she goes.

Yes, I'm sure it must be
difficult not to get attached.

Mrs. Taylor, we want to
do the very best we can

to ease May into her new family.

Can you recommend
anything that will help?

She's had to cope with so
many changes in her life already,

and she's only four.

Well, I think seeing that
pony in the Tunnocks' paddock

will be of some assistance.

Look, it's best
not to make a fuss.

Children are resilient.

And, in the long run, memories
of this age will be very hazy.

Really?

I remember falling out
of my cot when I was two.

Trust me, Dr. Turner, I
have done this before.

We're back at barracks,
Mother Mildred.

I've been contemplating the
plight of the two Mr. Brittalls.

The dock workers have
no protective clothing

and no knowledge of
the goods they handle.

A couple of years
ago, my cousin's lad

was carrying ammunition.

He didn't have a clue what it
was until a crate hit the ground

and it went up like Guy Fawkes.

It was a miracle
no one was killed.

If 50 years in the religious
life have taught me anything,

it's that miracles are
in very short supply.

We had better not rely on them.

The childcare officer
seemed to think

that May won't mind being
handed over like a parcel.

I mean, I know she's going to a
lovely home, but she's four years old.

She's already lost her mother,
her country, her language.

If we just disappear as
well, how will she understand

that the same thing won't
happen to her new family?

Is there anything
you can do to help?

That's what I was hoping the
childcare officer could help with.

She seemed to think you
could just rub out the past,

which doesn't make
a lot of sense to me,

especially after seeing
Elaine Pilkington.

Trust your instincts, Shelagh.

You all right, Val?

- You all right, Bill?
- Yeah.

Cor blimey, all right!

- Oh.
- Good morning, Mr. Buckle.

I come as Boadicea,
girded for battle.

Dare I presume
my chariot awaits?

Who's that ringing the bell
at this time in the morning?!

It's all right,
love, it's for me.

All I know is that the dock has
been closed until further notice.

I'm sorry, lads!
My hands are tied!

The men want to know
when, Mr. McGregor.

Well said, Pete.

I don't know when.

Come back and see tomorrow.
I can't say anything else!

Ah! Greetings,
Mr. Brittall and Mr. Brittall.

- Has something happened?
- No, no, all is well.

I'm hoping to confer
with Mr. McGregor.

I think we all are.

Might have to get
in the queue, Sister.

Your members want to
get back to work - so do I.

If you had listened to my
members in the first place...

Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning, Sister.

Mother.

Can I help you?

I hope so.

As you're aware, one of your
workers is gravely ill in hospital

with anthrax poisoning.

Meanwhile, his father is dying
at home of pneumoconiosis.

Both might have been prevented with
proper clothing, equipment and information.

Have you been talking to him?

Do you advise me to?

Peter Jessop, Dockers' Union.

Shop steward.

Do you have an
appointment with Dr. Turner

or are you here for
the maternity home?

Erm, the second one.

Erm, patient
name of, Pilkington.

Oh, yes, Miss Pilkington.

We're going to try to help you
stop all this nonsense with men.

Put it all behind us, eh?

- Your mother's spoken with the agency...
- No!

No, I told them to tell
you I'm not giving her up.

Don't be silly, love.

Marriage is the place
for babies, Elaine.

You know that.

We've got a business,
decent people as customers.

We can't go waving
this in their faces!

Someone's woken up very hungry.

- Oh, dear!
- Dad!

Can't you just... give her a
bottle somewhere else, Nurse?

Why won't you look at her?

- She's your granddaughter!
- No, she isn't.

She is, Dad!

Her name is Sarah
and she's beautiful.

Please.

I'm not going home without her.

I've had enough
of this nonsense.

No one can say I haven't tried.

No, Mum. Mum, please don't go.

Mum, I love you. Mum!

- Mummy!
- Oh, precious.

Oh!

Dust really does go straight
down the pipes, doesn't it?

Which is why a lot of our
members have got lungs of wood,

like old Joe Brittall.

Now, sometimes, you can guess
the cargo by how it feels on your chest,

and the fibers on your clothes.

Have you never asked
for any protective clothing?

We went on strike in '62.

We wanted for overalls
and gloves and masks.

- Nothing.
- Hmm.

And then, this year, we
thought we'd got a bit of victory.

We got these.

A bit of tin and a bit of gauze.

They clog up in 20 minutes flat.

They're useless.

I'm nearly 65.

I wish I was retiring with something
more to show for it than that.

Well, perhaps your
legacy will leave something

for the next
generation to build on.

I didn't know nuns were
interested in politics.

Mr. Jessop, nuns are
interested in morality.

Elaine, you can't support a baby on
your own with no family around you.

It would be so hard.

There was a girl in a
mother-and-baby home that kept hers.

She got a place in a hostel
and National Assistance.

That is very little
money to get you by.

I've got a good typing speed.

And there's piecework
you can do at home,

envelopes for mail
orders and that.

I've had nine months
to think about it, Nurse.

I know it will be hard, but...

..nothing can be as hard
as what I've already done.

Now, there is an
organization called

the National Council for
the Unmarried Mother.

They might be able to help.

But she's only 17
and totally alone.

She'll spend her whole life
struggling and facing disapproval.

Should we be
encouraging her to do that?

I don't think our encouragement
is here nor there, Nurse Anderson.

Young Elaine only has two
possible roads to go down.

She's choosing the
one she can bear.

He used to be such a
big man, just like my dad.

It's a very cruel disease.

Mum's scared for
me and our John.

She doesn't want us working
down the docks no more.

What do you want, Ed?

I don't want to leave.

It's hard graft, but you're
busy and you have a laugh.

Good money, too,
when you're working.

You know, it's
father to son, ain't it?

Mmm.

Giving up would be like
abandoning one of our own.

I had this...

..stupid idea that...

Well, instead of leaving,

I'd stand for shop steward
when Peter Jessop retires.

Why is that a stupid idea?

Too young.

- Who'd vote for a 21-year-old?
- Why not?

You're intelligent, forthright,
and when it comes to arguing

for better protection, your
experience gives you moral authority.

I'd vote for you myself had
life placed me differently.

Do you mind if I join you?

No, please.

I've come to apologize
for calling you a liar.

I'm so sorry.

Sister Monica Joan thinks it
counts if you're a pastor on the inside.

Why would she think...?

Because she likes you,
because she knows I go to church.

Because she knows
you're the kind of woman

who does not approve
of smoking marijuana.

That, too.

Well, I'm the kind of man
who does not approve either.

But, you know, there are other
reasons to go to a social club.

I'm in a new country.

I get homesick for the music.

And for not being the only person
in the room who looks like me.

I get homesick for that, too.

It's one of the things I
like about my church.

Is it a friendly place?

A very friendly place.

Maybe one Sunday
you'd like to come along?

Oh, Fred, love, not again.

You've got to ask her
for some petrol money,

and they should be paying
you for all these extra hours.

- Oh, love, it doesn't matter.
- It does, love.

Just because she's a
nun, it doesn't mean to say

that she won't take advantage.

I managed to negotiate a
compassionate temporary discharge

for Barney Brittall so
he can see his father.

Is Joe Brittall
very near the end?

Barney, meanwhile,
appears to be giving anthrax

quite the run for its money.

He will recover in due course.

Well, at least that news will
be a comfort to the family.

One would hope so.

Mr. Buckle is poised to
transport me to the scene.

If it's Fred you're looking
for, he's at the petrol station,

and whilst he's there,
we need to have a word.

Preferably in your office.

Morning, Miss Higgins.

No. Sir, excuse me,
we're not open yet.

The trouble is, Mother Mildred,
my Fred is a very kind man,

and I wouldn't have him any other
way, but he's generous to a fault.

He struggles to
say no to anyone,

and when it comes
to nuns, he's hopeless.

He's been the most immense
support to me and my work

with the dockers
and their rights.

What about his rights?

He has to earn a living, too.
He shouldn't be exploited.

Have I made another
error of judgment?

Nurse Crane usually delivers a weekly
mileage chit for her petrol expenditure.

Would that be an
acceptable solution?

Well, it gets us halfway there.

I mean, what about his time?

Appropriate recompense
can be arranged.

Hmm.

And no telling him I came round
here, because he'd be mortified.

I'm sorry, Mother Mildred.

I came here to learn and
I'm learning every day.

Well, that's that, I suppose.

I'm so sorry, Elaine.

At least it's got new ribbon.

I'm going to need to
make some of those cards

to put in the shop
windows and that.

Then people that need
typing done can contact me.

Once I know where
I'm going to be.

Let me see if I
can help with that.

How are you doing, Joe, love?

A little water, Mr. Brittall.

Keep talking, Mrs. Brittall. The
hearing is the last thing to go.

Pete Jessop was
asking for you, Granddad.

Wasn't he, Ed?

Yeah.

Yeah, he said you was the strongest
man on the wharf when he started.

Hang on in there, love.

Barney's coming.

That's him.

Look who's here, Granddad.

Dad's home.

Hello, Dad.

They let me out
for good behavior.

They had a list of
sympathetic landladies

from the Council of
Unmarried Mothers.

I thought this one
sounded about the best.

She's got a space and
she's not too far away.

Miss Higgins says to warn you
it won't be Buckingham Palace,

but it will be much
nicer than a hostel.

She's all right about Sarah?

Yes, she is.

You'll qualify for National
Assistance until she's five,

which should cover the
rent and the bare essentials.

Oh, I don't know what to say.

Thank you so much.

I thought you might try and make me
go back to that mother-and-baby home.

It's not going to
be easy, Elaine.

I know.

But at least you can get started
on these little advertisement cards.

Rest eternal Grant
unto him, oh Lord

And let light perpetual
shine upon him

May he rest in peace

And rise in glory.

If I miss a bit, are you
going to arrest me?

Oh, you're doing well.

Ah!

Could you please give
these to Nurse Crane

with my warmest wishes
for her speedy recovery?

Thank you, Sergeant Woolf,
I'm sure she'll be delighted.

My gift is my presence.

I don't like
attending hospitals.

I have only had one
positive experience.

I'm sure Nurse Crane
will appreciate that, too.

Send her my best.

I'm going to go with them so I
may not be here when you finish.

Oh, thank you, Sister.

Sister?

I think you've made a mistake.
I don't think this one's mine.

No mistake, Fred.

Mind how you go.

Tell the boys, mate.

Thank you. Cheers.

I've got enough
nominations to stand.

John wants to help me.

Dad, too.

I won't do it if you say no.

I just wanted something
safer for my sons.

Well, then, I'll make it
safer, for everyone's sons.

Maybe even my own someday.

Oh. How can I stop
you doing that, then, eh?

Standing on the
promises of Christ, my King

Through eternal ages
let his praises ring

Glory in the highest
I will shout and sing

Standing on the promises of God

Standing

Standing on the promises
of God, my Savior

Standing

I am standing on
the promises of God

Standing on the
promises I cannot fail...

So, where in the
end do we belong?

In the eyes of another, where
we see ourselves reflected?

Or arm in arm, with those
whose faces echo ours,

whose blood we share?

Or is it in the heart of
the family we create,

where we are safest and
best known and never lonely?

Perhaps we belong
where love can bloom,

because we give it
room to put down roots

and space in which to thrive.

Seeds fly in upon the wind
and settle where they will.

We all belong somewhere.

If we're not nurtured as we should
be, we must find a choice to make,

a place to go,

a harbor where the
storm is held at bay.

Sometimes simply belonging
to each other is enough,

and what matters is not to
struggle but where we find our peace.

From tomorrow morning, your
name will be on the call board.

A Brook Advisory Center
would be a boon to Poplar.

Come my big day...

Ooh, as simple as that.

Run, Miss Packer.

It's my waterworks, I
want to go for a wee.