All language subtitles for Call the Midwife S09E07 Episode 9.7.DVDRip.NonHI.en.BBC

There are times when
all we can do is our best.

Gosh!

We're tested.

We're challenged.

We must have faith.

We must do our utmost.

We must trust in
those around us.

We must trust ourselves.

We have to say, "I can do this!"

Good!

We have to believe it, too.

Belief is the
beginning of all things.

- Well done!
- You've done it, Mrs. Whitehouse.

There we go.

You've got a baby boy.

Doctor, if I wasn't
trussed up like a chicken,

I'd give you a
great big smacker!

Congratulations,
Mrs. Whitehouse.

And to you, too, Dr. McNulty.
Your first forceps delivery.

First?

Now you tell me!

Not the first, Mrs. Whitehouse,
Dr. McNulty's first without assistance.

Right, I shall leave you
in his very capable hands

while I have another
delivery to celebrate.

Thank you for taking
surgery this afternoon.

It's a great help.

- I'm just pleased to be of use.
- You definitely are.

What a wonderful entrance!

Thank you, Nurse Crane, boys.

Dr. Turner and I want
to thank everyone

who contributed so generously
to our fundraising efforts.

Nurse Crane and her Cubs
have been particularly generous,

and I really don't think
we would have made it

without the contents of
Angela and May's piggybanks!

Thanks to all of you.

It means our premature babies

will be able to stay with their
mothers, where they should be.

Very well said, Mrs. Turner.

Now, I expect you're all
waiting for the great unveiling.

Now, you might need
these, Councillor Buckle.

Thank you, but I always carry
my special ceremonial shears.

Music, maestro, please!

Do do-do do-do do-dooo!

Ooh!

May I assist you, Dr. McNulty?

I was just going through
the list for today's surgery.

Oh! Very well, carry on.

I hear you managed a very
successful delivery this morning.

Oh! Dr. Turner
was there, of course.

But yes, it seemed
to go like clockwork.

Hm! This list shouldn't
pose any problems, then.

Most are common ailments,
although we can always

- give Dr. Turner a call if you're unsure.
- I doubt that'll be necessary.

Besides, the whole point of
me standing in this afternoon

is to lighten Dr. Turner's load.

One swallow does not
a summer make, Doctor.

There's no need to
run before you can walk.

I'll bear that in mind.

- Mrs. Carter?
- Hi.

Here we are.

Afternoon.

Good afternoon.
How can I help you?

We're here for the antenatal
clinic. Are we in the right place?

You are. I'll just
get you registered.

If I could take your
wife's details, Mr. erm...?

Mrs. Irmsby. Marion Irmsby.

As my husband will tell you,
I'm very good at talking for myself.

- I'm so sorry.
- Please don't worry. No harm done.

Right, Stewart,
you can get off now.

- Marion?
- Go on. I'll meet you outside after.

OK. I'll be out there.

Don't forget your cane.

He seems like a nice young man.

He has his moments.

- Do you have your Co-op card?
- Mm-hm.

Would you like a hand?

Unlike most women, I know how
to find everything in my handbag!

You should teach me the secret!

You're registered at a different
general practice, Mrs. Irmsby.

I want to change now.

I'm not happy with the way I've
been treated since I got pregnant.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I can arrange to
transfer you to ours.

Is your doctor sympathetic?
I don't want one that isn't.

I would say so.

I demand to see a real doctor!

And I will not budge from this
spot until my demand is met.

Mr. Walsh, it may have
escaped your notice,

but we only employ
real doctors here.

Dr. McNulty fits that
very stringent criteria.

Five years at medical school

and several nicely framed
degree certificates confirm it.

I don't give a monkey's.

He's not cutting his
baby teeth on me.

Very nice to meet you,
Mr. Walsh. Dr. McNulty.

Is your chest playing up again?

Let's get you seen so we
can start to get you better.

Good. Baby's coming through
loud and clear, Mrs. Irmsby.

You can sit up now.

Have you ever looked after
someone like me, Nurse?

Do you mean blind?

No, but I've lost count of the
number of mothers I've taken care of.

Good! I won't be
any different, then.

Lots of blind women
have babies, you know.

I'm sure.

So you've been blind
since you were a child?

Yes. I've got this rare
type of retinitis pigmentosa.

That's the posh name.
It's just blindness to me.

And there's
worse things, like...

..not being a mum.
I couldn't bear that.

Mm. Well, we'll do everything
we can to help you manage it.

I can manage fine, Nurse.

Most new mothers need
support, Mrs. Irmsby.

Babies can be a
shock to the system.

And your condition makes
things a little more complicated.

It really doesn't.

Er... Why don't we take
this one step at a time?

That's you done for today.

And when you pop in to
register with Dr. Turner,

one of the midwives will show
you round the maternity home,

then you'll know exactly
where you're giving birth.

There's no need. I'm
having my baby at home.

Mrs. Irmsby, I really
think that you should...

The council have given us a lovely
ground-floor flat in Rigsby Buildings.

It's all on one level.
No stairs to worry about.

I'll be better in my own home.

I'll make a home visit tomorrow
and we can discuss it then.

And that's not me
treating you any differently.

I have to do it for every
mother who wants a home birth.

Thank you.

- Hello, you.
- Hello, you!

Your hands are cold. You
been out here this whole time?

Nothing gets by you.

Dr. McNulty, you've
admitted Yvonne Smith.

She's got a severe
urinary tract infection.

- I hope I did the right thing.
- Absolutely! Well done.

She seems very happy to be here.

Did she mention her husband?

Just to make a joke. Why?

Things aren't that easy at
home. He drinks quite heavily.

It's a strain on her,
though she'd never admit it.

I see.

A break might be
the best thing for her.

What Mrs. Smith needs is a doctor who'll
take an interest in her general well-being.

Being a doctor isn't just
about handing out pills.

- Thank you.
- What for?

Giving me this chance.

It's not completely selfless.

You're doing me a favor, too.

Something wrong?

Nothing serious.

It's just an old shoulder injury
from my medical-school days.

It flares up now and then.

Must be the damp.

If it gets really bad,
I take pethidine.

It might be worth getting
to a physiotherapist.

They'd fix you up, and then you
wouldn't need to take anything.

Stewart, are you ready yet?

I am now!

Here. What do you think?

It's high enough for you
to lift the baby in and out,

even when you're
sitting on the bed.

What is it? Don't you like it?

Of course I do! It's perfect!

I often push my bike back to
Nonnatus House after delivering a baby.

It's not so much I'm tired,
more that I need to slow down,

mull things over.

Does it leave
pictures in your brain?

- How do you mean?
- The job.

The things you've seen
and the things you have to do.

When I was a houseman, I'd have
days when I'd get back to my room

and close my eyes, and it was like a
film playing over and over in my head.

Stitches going in, maybe
a tumor coming out.

Was it in color or
black and white?

Glorious Technicolor, usually!

Me too! Dark green meconium,
bright-red hemorrhage.

I once saw a gastric hemorrhage
coming up like a pint of coffee.

- I've yet to see one at the other end.
- All in good time.

I'll bring my wellies.

Those chips smell lovely.

That van does the best
battered cod in Poplar, so I'm told.

I could kill for a quick
fish and a sixpenn'orth.

Well, I'm not allowed
to eat in the street.

Or anywhere that's not in the
dining room at Nonnatus House.

Those are the rules.

I'm not a nun, though,
so they don't apply to me.

Dinner's ready.

Just coming.

Is something wrong?

Mm, just tired.

- I'm getting old, lass.
- Nonsense.

You've done a full day's work,
and now you're off to Cubs.

It's not been easy since
Sergeant Woolf left.

You'll just have to find
someone else to help you.

You wouldn't happen to
know anyone, would you?

Er, no one springs to mind,
but I'll give it some thought.

See you downstairs.

You seem to have settled
in Poplar remarkably well.

Now I've tasted
Granger's fish and chips,

I won't be leaving in a hurry.

Sister? Would
you like to try one?

I will oblige, but only in the
interest of historical research.

I wish to know if they're
as good as they used to be!

Hello?

It's me, Marion. It's Beryl.

Well, I hope you haven't
come to make trouble.

I think trouble's well and
truly on its way, don't you?

Going to let me in, then?

Why didn't you tell
me you were moving?

I didn't think you'd be bothered,
not after the things you said.

Well, I only spoke the truth.

A baby needs proper care,
Marion. Who's going to do that?

I'm its mother!
I'll care for it.

Listen to yourself! You're
living in cloud-cuckoo-land.

Not everybody
wants to take the pill.

That's the midwife.
You'd better go.

I'm going nowhere.

Perhaps she'll
make you see sense.

No, Beryl, no!

Midwife calling.
Is Mrs. Irmsby in?

In there.

- Mrs. Irmsby, it's me, Nurse Franklin.
- Nurse!

- Is everything all right?
- No, it isn't.

My sister's about to make
the biggest mistake of her life,

and I won't let it happen.

I'm... not sure what
you mean, Mrs...

Cairns. I'll tell
you what I mean.

Marion can't see.

She's a danger to herself, so
imagine what she might do to a baby!

How could she give it
a bath, for pity's sake?

Marion can get help with
that. That's why we're here.

You going to move
in with her, then?

- Her husband will be here.
- Not all the time.

He works. He can't not
work, or they won't eat.

Well, can't you help?
You're her sister, after all.

I don't want her to.
She told me I was selfish

and had no right to bring
a baby into this world.

It is selfish!

And I won't be party
to it. It... It's not right.

It's not fair on the child.

Mrs. Cairns, I
think you should go.

You're upsetting your sister,
and it's not fair on her or the baby.

You're right, Nurse.

You have a responsibility
to that child, too.

So do your job.

Get that baby up for
adoption, for its own safety.

- No!
- How can you know that?

Baby isn't even here yet!

I've taken care of my
sister since she was 13,

and I will not stand by
and see her fall to pieces.

If you won't talk to
social services, then I will.

Oh, sweetie, there, there.

Can they do that? Can
they take my baby away?

I'm afraid they can.

Temperature's gone
down. It's a good sign.

You're not going to
send me home, are you?

It still hurts when I go, and
I'm up and down like a yo-yo,

- aren't I, Nurse?
- She still has urinary frequency, Doctor.

Then I want you to drink
as much fluid as you can.

It'll help flush
the infection out.

I'll drink this bloody place dry.
Just don't send me home yet!

As hotels go, this one ain't bad!
Though the beds are hard as nails.

Mrs. Smith, if there's
something bothering you,

something at home,
you can tell us.

It will be entirely
confidential.

I'm not prying, but I am
here to help you get better.

If there's anything making that
harder for you, it helps me to know.

There's nothing to tell. I just
don't want to go home yet.

It's quiet here.

Here. Drink this.

- It's hot. Be careful.
- I have got it, thank you.

- Who's the knitter in the family?
- Oh, I am. My pattern's in Braille.

You'd be surprised at
the things I can do, Nurse.

I can see that. You
seem very well prepared.

It certainly doesn't feel like
you've just moved in here.

That's Stewart.

He's made sure
everything's organized for me.

He's a wonderful husband,
and he'll be a wonderful dad.

- What does he do?
- Bus driver.

He's saved up all his holidays so he
can take them when the baby comes.

That's good.

Social services will want to
know you've got someone with you.

You're also entitled to a
home help. I can arrange that.

- No, I don't want any strangers.
- Mrs. Irmsby, please...

I won't let ANYONE say we're
not fit to look after our own child.

Not Beryl, not social
services, not anyone.

That's you all nice
and comfortable again.

Did the doctor mean that?

About letting me
stay a bit longer?

If he said it, he meant it.

I've not met a bloke who
means what he says yet.

Yvonne!

Yvonne?

Yvonne!

Yvonne!

Where's my wife? Huh?

What have you
quacks done with her?

I'm afraid you can't see your
wife just now. It's too early.

Visiting isn't
until this evening.

Yeah, I don't give a stuff.

She's my wife, and
I'll see her when I like.

So you mind your own
business, you interfering old... bag.

Miss Higgins? Is
something wrong?

We appear to have
something of a situation, Doctor.

There's my girl!

- Oh! That's a nice welcome...
- You're drunk.

Pfff!

Where's the kid? You had it yet?

What seems to be
the problem here?

Hm! And who's this? The cavalry?

I must ask you to leave my ward.

You're disturbing the other patients,
not to mention upsetting your wife.

She's not upset.

Not upset, are you, darling?

See? She's not upset.

I told you to get
out. Now get out!

Mr. Smith, I have
called the police.

I'm going.

So get off me. Now!

You better have your bags
packed when I get back.

You're coming home with me.

- You all right, Doctor?
- Yes, I'm fine.

I'm sorry, everybody,
for losing my temper.

You won't be the one to
suffer because of it, though.

To what do I owe this honor?

- Nothing. I was just passing.
- I'm glad you were.

It's a lovely surprise.

That's not like Nurse
Crane, not to speak.

She's not herself at the moment.

What's wrong?

She's tired. She's
doing too much.

The Cubs are
taking it out of her.

I feel a bit bad. She
asked me if I could help out

- and I said I couldn't.
- Why did you say that?

Because of us! We hardly
see each other as it is.

Well, how about we do
something about that?

We help Nurse Crane together.

Yeah.

Oh, Nurse Franklin.

I'm afraid I've just had a
deeply upsetting phone call

from social services
about Marion Irmsby.

Her sister threatened
to contact them today.

Well... she's now reported
Mrs. Irmsby as an unfit mother.

The poor woman hasn't
even given birth yet,

and she's already
seen as a failure!

Social services will
have to be involved now.

They have no choice. The
welfare of the baby is paramount.

We will be obliged to inform
them as soon as that baby is born.

They will decide on its future.

If she loses her baby,
it will devastate her.

No one wants Marion Irmsby
to be separated from her child.

But if we want to put her
case to the social services,

then we have to be
convinced that she can cope.

If we have any doubt,
we must express it.

It is our moral duty.

I understand, Sister.

Come in.

I thought you might
need a little pick-me-up.

Just what the doctor
ordered. Thank you.

My shoulder's playing up again.

- I've been thinking.
- Have you?

About what?

About the Cubs.

If the position's still open,
I'd like to take you up on it.

Well! This is a turn-up!

In fact, I'm not the only one.
Cyril has volunteered too.

Two for the price of
one! That's a bargain.

I shall be very glad
to have you both.

Good morning.

- Is the water warm enough?
- It's just right.

I need to feel it for meself,
Nurse. The baby's not any different.

Er, where's the chair
gone? It should be here.

Oh, it's just here.

I moved it to make it easier
for you to get to the bath.

I need everything to stay exactly
where it was, or I'll get confused.

I'm so sorry. I didn't realize.

Now we're going to pour
the water into the bath.

Good.

Now pick baby up.

Using the cotton wool, we're
going to dip it into the water

and wash baby's face.

Hold baby securely, with
her head over the water.

We're going to wet her hair by
scooping up the water with your free hand.

Now, with soap, we're
going to lather up baby's hair.

- Where's the soap gone?
- It's on the floor.

- I'll get it.
- No.

You can't do it for me.
I have to do it myself.

- Don't worry. It's your first time.
- I can do it!

I'm just nervous because
you're watching me.

You just need more practice.

Now, why don't we carry
on and finish this bath?

I'm just going out for a
bit of air, Miss Higgins.

I seem to have a
headache coming on.

Very well. Try
not to be too long.

Dr. McNulty, Mrs.
Smith is in labor.

She's already three fingers dilated,
and her contractions are strong.

The pain relief we've given her must
have masked her early contractions.

But she's not due yet.

She must have got
her dates slightly wrong.

She's got a way to go yet,

but I'd like to give her
50 milligrams of pethidine.

I think sedation and pain
relief will help her at this stage.

Can you countersign the book?

Her husband was
drunk, wasn't he?

The full three sheets
to the wind, I'm afraid.

Poor man.

You don't get in that state if there's
not some sadness eating at you.

Nurse?

You go. I'll sort the
pethidine injection for you.

Dr. Turner's surgery. Yes, er...

Where's the kettle?

Fred's fixing the whistle on it.

My brother and I always forgot
the kettle when we went camping.

Please don't suggest we
take the Cubs camping.

I don't like the idea of
sleeping under canvas!

You don't know
what you're missing.

We used to have to do it
all the time in El Alamein.

Anyway, what were
you talking about?

Nurse Crane's Cubs. We've
been roped in to help her,

and we're racking our brains

trying to come up with
something to do with them.

Hmm. Well, seeing as
you've asked for my opinion...

..boys love to build
things that move.

You're a mechanic.

Why don't you get them to
make something with wheels on?

They're only ten! They're
not allowed to drive.

They don't need an engine.

- Huh? Yeah.
- Mm.

You are fully dilated, Mrs.
Smith. Baby won't be long now.

Don't tell my husband.

I... don't want him here.

Let's get you to
the delivery room.

Mr. Irmsby!

Just keep your wife calm,
Mr. Irmsby. I'll be as quick as I can.

You must be her eyes now.

I'll do my best, Sister.

Right, things are moving
quite quickly, Yvonne.

I'm just going to get some
towels, and I'll be straight back.

Dr. McNulty's here, so
you don't have to worry.

Make it stop!

Right, let's get baby
out safe and sound.

You still uncomfortable,
Mrs. Murphy?

Shall I bring you
some more painkillers?

- No, I'm fine.
- If you're sure.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

All right, Mrs. Smith.

Calm down. You're all right.

Why has he cut me?
Why has he cut me?!

You won't have to push
nearly so long, Mrs. Smith.

Baby'll be here very soon.

Doctor, can you put
pressure on the incision?

Yvonne? There's no need to
panic. I'm going to call for Dr. Turner.

I'm sorry if this hurts, but I
have to keep the pressure.

It won't be for much
longer, Mrs. Smith.

We'll get baby out very soon.

We won't need
the forceps, Doctor.

Towel.

If I deliver baby, can
you prepare to suture?

Then you can be ready
as soon as baby's out.

Yvonne? I can see baby's head,
so I'm going to ask you to give me

a big push now with the next
contraction, to help baby out.

- No! It hurts!
- I know you're in pain down there,

but I want you to push the baby
down, as it will push the pain away.

No!

You HAVE to trust me, Yvonne.

That's it.

Take a breath.

Long, steady push.

Well done.

Take a breath. And again.

Can you manage a third
push with this contraction?

Slow this one down now.

Well done!

Syntometrine,
please, Dr. McNulty.

He's a beautiful
little boy, Yvonne.

Oh, thank God! Thank God!

Now, Yvonne, baby's
a little on the small side.

It's nothing to worry about,
but we're just going to have

to put him in the
incubator for a little while.

He'll just be in the nursery.

You can hold him now, though.

Well done.

I'm glad to see everything's
under control, Dr. McNulty.

Don't forget to check her
hemoglobin in the morning.

That's it.

That's it, sweetie! That's it.

Baby's nearly here, Marion.

When your next contraction
comes, I want you to push

and imagine baby
is in your arms.

That's it.

That's it, that's it!
That's it, sweetie.

Short pushes.

- Ah!
- That's it.

The hard work's nearly done.

Take a breath.

Almost there. Almost there.

- And again, Marion.
- Go on!

You can do this.

A little girl, Marion.

A little daughter!

There we are, sweetie.

Hello!

She's got a lot of
hair! What color is it?

It's dark. It's
dark, like yours.

She's beautiful!

Just like her mum.

Sister Frances!

I just couldn't stand to
see her pushing so hard.

I thought an episiotomy
would shorten the second stage.

It was an unnecessary risk
that I wouldn't have taken.

Goodnight, Doctor.

She's sleeping.

This little one's almost
out for the count, too.

Marion wanted
to feed her herself.

It's easier for her
than making up bottles.

She still can, Mr. Irmsby.

I'll stay until she wakes
up, and then we'll try again.

Thank you, Nurse.

I don't know what we
would have done without...

Mr. Irmsby... you have to persuade
Marion to accept a home help.

No, no. We don't want strangers
coming in, watching our every move.

You don't have any choice.
Social services will insist on it.

- What have they got to do with it?
- Everything, I'm afraid.

Your sister-in-law told them
that Marion isn't fit to be a mum.

Are they going to take my baby?

Please don't let
them take my baby!

- Please!
- Please!

Er, I thought you were
out on your rounds.

I am. I just popped in to
pick up a dressing pack.

Have you got time for a cuppa?

What is it?

It's my gran.

I'm so worried
about her, Lucille.

If you could see what
it's like in that place. It's...

..just...

I've never been in a
prison, but I can imagine.

Oh, it's worse than
that, I promise you.

When are you going
to see her again?

Today.

Haven't been for a couple of
weeks. I feel so bad about it.

I'm desperate to see her... but
I'm dreading it at the same time.

Mrs. Smith...

..you weren't in any danger.
You know that, don't you?

Neither was the baby.
We had it all under control.

Sister Frances did, you mean.

Men!

I should have known
better than to trust one.

You're all talk.

Never owning up.

Blaming everyone else.

Doesn't matter whether you've
got a big, fancy job like you

or whether you're like
Vic, without a pot to piss in.

You're all the same underneath.

The same scared little boys.

Why isn't she feeding?

You're too upset, sweetie.
Let's leave it for a little while.

There. That's better, isn't it?

I can hear her sucking!
She must be starving.

Is that them? Don't let them in.

I'm afraid I'll have to.

It's all right, Mrs. Irmsby.
It's just your sister.

She was worried it might
be the social services.

I'd like to see her.

No! I don't want to see her.

I'm sorry, but I can't.

I didn't mean for
this to happen.

I was only thinking of her.

It doesn't feel
like that to her.

We were so young when our
mother died. Just children ourselves.

But I was the eldest, and if
anything had happened to Marion,

I'd never have forgiven myself.

And I don't want that fear
hanging over my sister.

But she's an adult
now, Mrs. Cairns.

She's blind, Nurse!

How can she look after her baby?

And what if her baby turns
out to be blind, like her?

Retinitis pigmentosa
is usually hereditary.

I'm sure she'll face it with the same
strength that she faced her own,

IF she's allowed
to keep HER baby.

There must still be a way that
you can be part of this, surely.

She can come in.
Just for five minutes.

She was hungry.

What's her name?

Rosemary.

It's pretty.

In you come.

Oh! Ohhh!

You're a sight for sore
eyes, and no mistake!

Sorry I haven't been for
a couple of weeks, Gran.

I've been run off my feet
at work. Winter's coming.

It feels like every child in the
district's going down with something!

Make sure you
don't catch anything.

These bugs can wipe
the feet from under you.

I'm a Dyer. I've got
the constitution of an ox.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You brought the paper?
- Yeah.

I hope you've brought a pencil.

Have you lost weight?

A little bit.

Noting to write home about.

Well, you look a bit
pale. You feeling all right?

Fine! Just can't stomach
the food in here, that's all.

I'm fine!

I'll be glad to get back
to work and have a rest!

- What's that meant to mean?
- Doesn't mean anything.

You can't say those things, not
ever! It's what they're waiting for.

They want us to say
it's too much for us.

Maybe it is, Marion.

What's the harm in
having someone in to help?

No! It's giving in.

You're making this
harder than it already is.

Well, you know what to do, then.

I'm just here to
wet the baby's head.

I won't stay long, so don't get
your knickers in a twist, Sister.

Vic, have some respect.

This it, then? The kid?

Billy. His name's Billy.

Billy the Kid!

Congratulations, Mr. Smith.
He's a handsome boy.

Well, he would be, wouldn't he?

Now, if you don't mind, I
have to examine your wife.

Be my guest.

I'm coming, darling, I'm coming!

Don't cry, baby, don't cry.

I'm here. I'm here, darling.
All right, Mummy's here.

Go away! Just go away!

Mrs. Irmsby, it's
me, Nurse Franklin.

We'll see how baby gets on
in a cot for a couple of days

before we can
discharge you both.

It might be better, given
how things are at home,

if you were to
stay with a relative.

Is there anyone?

- I've got an aunt in Margate.
- Well, the sea air will do you good.

She'll love this.
She never liked him.

Looks like she was right, eh?

- Hindsight is a wonderful thing.
- You won't...

..tell him where
I've gone, will you?

Of course not.

You going to tell them
about Dr. McNulty, Sister?

I don't know whether to, either.

I'm sorry. I should
never have left you alone.

If social services had turned up,
God knows what would've happened.

You're going to have to
leave me alone sometime.

Marion, please listen to me.

We can't do this all by
ourselves. We need help.

There's no shame in it. It
doesn't mean we're bad parents.

I don't mind help!
Nurse Franklin helps.

I do, but I won't
be able to forever.

I don't want
somebody I don't know.

It doesn't have to
be. You have a sister.

And I'm sure when you were
young, Beryl would have done

exactly the same thing to get to
you as you did for Rosemary today.

Ah! Kevin, come in. How are you?

Not great, to be honest. I
just wanted to let you know

I've got an appointment with
a physiotherapist next week.

Well, that should sort you out.

Is it possible to have one
prescription of pethidine?

Just to... see me
through until I see him.

- I'd rather you took codeine.
- It doesn't touch it.

Give it another try.

Ta-daa!

They're lovely,
darling. Thank you.

Well, they're not the most delicate
fairy cakes you've ever seen,

but they taste all
right. I've had three.

Here, before I eat the lot.

Well, they're not that bad.

Here. Take a swig. Go on.

Went down the
wrong hole, that's all.

You should get the prison
doctor to have a look at you.

There's nothing wrong with me!

- I'd be wasting his time.
- It can't harm.

If it happens again, I'll go.

I hope it doesn't cause
any more trouble, that's all.

Mrs. Irmsby, your sister's here.

- Oh! Hello, Beryl.
- Marion.

- Stewart.
- All right, Beryl?

- Hello, Peggy?
- Yeah? Who is it?

Nurse Franklin. We
spoke on the telephone.

Oh, yeah! Come in.

Watch you don't trip.
There's toys everywhere.

What are the bells for, Peggy?

So I can hear exactly where
she is. She's a rascal, that one.

I have to keep tabs on her!

The bells get on your nerves
after a while, but they do the job.

I can't see an inch in front of me,
but I can hear a bloody pin drop!

I can tell exactly why the
baby's crying just from the sound.

When I hold her, I
feel how she feels.

What about the nappies?

You don't need to see to know if a
nappy needs changing, that's for sure!

When it's sopping wet,
it's down by their ankles.

I use nappies with
snaps. No pins.

Babies don't know the
meaning of the word "still."

Marion?

Get all of your medicines
labelled in Braille.

And take all of the
help you can get.

You're entitled.

I will. I definitely will.

I'll make sure of it.

What's happened?

My gran's not very well.

She's lost loads of weight,
and she's struggling to eat.

I... I don't know what to do.

If Beryl agrees to help us,

does that mean social
services will leave us alone?

I think they'll still want
to be involved, Marion.

But if Beryl's here,
they won't be so worried.

Beryl?

I know we've had our differences,
but this isn't about us anymore.

It's about Rosemary.
We're her family.

She should be with us.

All of us.

If it's what you both want.

I still want to do
for myself, Beryl.

Have I ever stopped you?

Sister?

I have something I should tell.

But if I do...

..I will get a friend
into serious trouble.

When a secret weighs heavy...

..we imagine it is
our burden alone.

But... the opposite is true.

Once it is spoken...

..it disappears.

Now, I'd like to introduce
you to two new friends

who have kindly volunteered
to help us with our next project.

Nurse Anderson is one of
my esteemed colleagues,

and Mr. Robinson is
a wonderful mechanic

who has expertly tuned
my Morris Minor many times.

- Good evening, boys.
- Hello, everyone.

Now, I expect you're
all eager to find out

what our next project's
going to be. Hm?

Well, with Nurse Anderson
and Mr. Robinson's help,

we are going to build...

..go-karts!

Hey!

Morning. Hey!

Beryl.

Stewart.

There are always
challenges in life.

There are pieces
to put together...

..plans to lay...

..and progress to be made.

Sometimes there are no prizes,

no medals to polish,
no trophy for the shelf.

A reward comes as a smile...

..a touch...

..a dawning sense
that all WILL be well...

..that the future is smiling...

..and opening its arms.

Good luck.

And so we take courage...

..or it is given to us...

..in a squeeze on the
hand or a pat on the back...

..and the magical words...

.. "I believe in you."