All language subtitles for Call.The.Midwife.S13E03.1080p.HDTV.H264-ORGANiC

Too often in life,

we take things for granted.

The simple essentials of our days.

Warmth. Light.

Food. Choice. Money.

We neither know our own wealth

nor question its source
or its reliability.

We assume it is all there...

..for ever, and there's no need to
cherish or to earn it.

Oh.

Reggie!

Oh, look at you!
I've missed you!

Give me a squeeze. Come on.

Dinner's in the oven.

I've been telling Reggie our news

about the number-one woman

in both our lives who's running
for mayor of Tower Hamlets.

Only men can be mayors.
Like Dick Whittington.

Dick Whittington
also had a talking cat.

Saying that
women can't be mayors

is just another fairy tale.

Just think of all the fancy hats
you can buy.

And gloves. And shoes.

And bags.

Now, you go and wash your hands

and get all the germs off
from the coach.

I am supposed to be doing
my letter of application.

You need to encourage

our ladies to attend
the postnatal classes.

We only had three last week.

It's the heat. No-one wants
to go out of an evening

to a warm hall.

Perhaps an incentive?
Refreshments?

Oh, yes. Ice lollies and pink
champagne.

It should be the content
that draws them.

Especially as our next classes
will be led by our pupil midwives,

beginning with Nurse Clifford.
Starting next week.

No. This.

Cyril put us up for this job.

The Reverend has plans
to make some money.

Once this is all tidied up,

he wants to open
a little tearoom

and raise funds for the roof.

They want us to do the work.
What do you reckon?

It could be nice.
It could be smashing.

And, please, be advised
that the Reverend

has kindly supplied us

with the leftover beverages
from the summer fete.

Lemonade!

Yeah. Orangeade.

Cherryade!

Not bad, eh?

Any shandy?

I'll buy you a shandy
when we're finished.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I was at
a professional engagement.

You are slightly
less than punctual,

but we shall let it pass.

Not every expectant mother
is also a fashion model.

It's all been a bit of a whirl

since the agency took me on
again.

It's more than 20 years
since I was Baby Pearl.

I've forgotten what it's like.

Baby Pearl...

I can remember seeing you
on the sides of buses!

And now I'm the size of one!

I still use Pearl soap.

It's "so very kind
to the complexion".

Do take a seat.

Gillian Baxter?

This way, please.

Even I can remember seeing
Baby Pearl on soap wrappers.

They must have used
your picture for years.

Sylvie, my agent, said she'd have
charged them more if she'd known.

I'm earning nicely now, though,

and I'll be doing
mother-and-baby work

once the little one arrives.

Sister, could you possibly
examine Mrs Baxter?

I think Baby might be breech.

Something wrong?

I am quite sure all is well.

Sometimes babies
have their own idea

about what constitutes
a comfortable position.

Can you tell if it's a boy or
a girl by the way it's lying?

I wish we could.

Nurse Clifford, would you
please fetch Dr Turner?

Of course, Sister.

My agent says if I have a girl,
there'll be more opportunities.

It's broken.

Oh... Why's it done that?

Ah, I see your problem. See that
jagged piece of metal?

It's digging into the soil.

No, no, no, no.
You'll cut yourself.

Now, let's see what I've got.

Ah...

Pliers.

Apparatus of the gods!

The most versatile tool

in the tradesman's tool box.

I'll tell you something, Reg.

If you can't fix something
with a pair of these,

then it's well and truly bust.

Ooh.

You cut yourself!

All right.

Ah, there you go.

Good as new.

Yes... Baby seems
to have made up its mind

it's going to be breech.
Breech is bad, isn't it?

When you're as close to term
as this,

we do prefer to see Baby positioned
with his head down,

ready for delivery.
But it's not unusual.

And there is plenty we can do
to try to get the little monkey

to shift position.

It's possible we may be able

to manipulate it externally
through your tummy.

Will I have to go to hospital?

No. We just need you

to come into the maternity home for
a few hours. Tomorrow, I think.

Is there someone who could bring you
in? Mother, perhaps?

I'd like my husband to come.
Is that allowed? Of course.

Nurse Clifford will take you
to Miss Higgins at the desk.

Nothing like
ringing in the changes!

I have to say, we were having
quite a boring afternoon

until you came in. I wasn't
a run-of-the-mill baby.

Looks like this one's
an original, too.

Mrs Baxter will need her
shoes, Nurse Clifford.

Gosh, yes, so she will!

Should we let the pupils
observe tomorrow?

The more they observe,
the more they'll learn.

Hmm!

A cracking job.

We pulled together.

Yeah, we're good at that,
ain't we?

I'll tell you another thing.
We're going to pull together

to get your mum
through this mayor malarkey.

She won't show it,
but she's nervous,

and she wants to win.

Like winning a race?

Exactly.
So we have to cheer her on,

cos we're a family,
and families stick together.

So we're going to cheer
and we're going to shout,

and we're going to clap cos...

Well, that's what makes
hard things possible.

Yes, it does.

Come on, then, Reg, thumbs up.

Family!

The water's off on Friday.

They fix it Tuesday.

Then on Friday it's off again.

It's been three months.

I don't know what to do.

The landlord says he's fixed it

and that it's not his problem -

until it breaks again.

Mrs Sweeney, you have a
right to water and sanitation,

and your landlord has a duty
to repair the pipework,

not to patch it up.

What's his name?

Mr Regan.

Do you need his address?

If it's Mr Bill Regan,
I already have it.

I shall write to him,

setting out your concerns,
Mrs Sweeney,

and adding a few of my own.
Thank you.

Well, as a councillor,
I'm here to help.

Are you happy with fish and
chips instead of me cooking?

I'm always happy with fish and chips
instead of you cooking.

Good, because we need to spend time
deciding on a sofa.

Why? The Barbican apartment
won't be ready for months.

Sofas take almost as long
to build as flats,

and the very best
have waiting lists.

So, how do we go about this?

Do you intend to show me
lots of brochures?

One magazine. That's all.

Oh, I forgot. I left it
in the parlour. Two ticks.

Evening, Mrs Buckle.

Oh! Good evening, Sir Matthew.

How was your surgery?

No complaints from any of my
tenants, I hope. No.

And I would be very surprised
these days if there were any.

Mr Bill Regan, however...

Well, his name came up
quite a few times.

What makes it even worse
is he's a councillor

for Stepney ward.

I know him.

He's the worst kind
of slum landlord.

What we all need

is a good strong mayor to keep him
and his kind within bounds.

I haven't even written

my application
to the committee yet.

And then I have to address
the rest of the council

and set out my stall before the vote
at the end of the week.

I really don't know
how I'm going to do it.

Well, first you think about
what you can do in the role.

And then you say
why it matters to you.

The rest will follow.

Do you have any coat hangers?

Sorry. No.

You don't really need all this.
You're only in for the morning.

A woman should always think
about her appearance.

You've got lovely skin.

Some smudgy dark blue eye shadow

would really bring out your eyes.

Mr and Mrs Baxter,
I'm Mrs Turner.

I'll be the midwife
trying to turn Baby Baxter.

Now, would you mind
our pupil midwives watching?

Oh, no.
I'm used to an audience.

You drank too much
pop yesterday. Uh-uh.

Pop is full of vitamins.

Just what you need
for a summer cold.

I'm wondering if I should
just leave my application

at reception, because the thought

of handing it to the mayor's
secretary

is making me really nervous. What
have you got to be nervous about?

Everything!

Do you want me to drop you
off in the van? No, thank you.

I do not want to get mulch
onto my two-piece.

Right, come here, you!

There's blood on it now.

Oh, Fred!

That's all I need!

Where's the milk? I'll have
to try and get the stain out!

Oh, sorry, Vi.

It's still seeping
from yesterday.

Oh! People are going to wonder
what sort of home I come from!

Morning, Miss Higgins.

Didn't know you had green fingers.

I'm inclined
to look upon gardening

as an extra household chore,
but I'm not incompetent.

I'm Councillor Buckle

and this is my application
for the role of mayor.

The only one so far.

And the deadline's at nine o'clock.

Ah!

Miss Banks.

My application for mayor.

So...

Is it a one-horse race?

No, Councillor Regan,
it is not.

I am also running.

And you are?

Councillor Buckle,
Poplar North. We have met.

Have we? Well, it's very
game of you to give it a try.

But I fear you're wasting
your time,

simply because you're a
member of the fairer sex.

Mayor of Tower Hamlets
is very challenging role.

Probably best for all
concerned if it goes to a man.

As we both seem to be
in the business

of delivering letters,

I have two in my handbag
which might be of interest.

This one is for you.

It regards
a constituent of mine

who happens to rent
one of your properties.

She never knows whether

she's going to have
running water or sanitation

from one week to the next.

This one recounts the same case

for the attention
of the Housing Department.

I think I'll deliver this
by hand...

..as I'm here.

I'll clean it
and put a proper dressing on.

But if it doesn't start to heal,

you should pop in
to see Dr Turner.

You look a bit off colour, Fred.

Hmm.

Summer cold...or sunstroke.

Hmm. Plenty of fluids

and perhaps a couple of aspirin if
you start to feel feverish.

You go to lots of dos
with Mr Aylward.

Do you have to do
a lot of social chitchat?

Of course. But I find
that comes quite naturally,

especially as I'm only really
there to support my spouse.

Nobody's going to bite me.

Hmm.

Now, are you up to date
with all of your jabs?

Yeah.

I just can't get my head
round Violet being mayor

and me being lady mayoress.

You could have fun, Fred.

Oh, I suppose.

I suppose
she might not get elected.

Shake hands with the devil
when you meet him, eh?

Yes.

And keep this bandage on.

Mrs Turner has been able
to rotate Baby a little

by applying gentle pressure.

Shall I stop? I'm so sorry,

but we are getting somewhere.

Baby's head
is in a better position.

You're being very brave.

Oh, I'm sorry,

but Baby's turned back.

I have to stop. Baby's clearly
far too comfortable.

I'm afraid you may be
a bit bruised tomorrow.

We will need to plan
for a breech birth, Mrs Baxter.

You won't send me to hospital?

I can't go to hospitals.

You'll be carefully managed
here at the maternity home.

It could be more complicated,

so as soon as you feel
labour twinges, come back

and we'll look after you

and make sure you have a nice calm
delivery.

Oh, good afternoon,
Sir Matthew.

Good afternoon.

Now, I have good news
and bad news.

The good news is

I have formally applied,
in writing,

for the position of mayor.

But the bad news is...

..so has Mr Bill Regan.

Well, not to sound
unsportsmanlike,

but I look forward
to him losing.

Ha! So do I.

Have you thought any more
about standing for council?

Oh... I'd...

I'd like to think that I might
have something to offer,

but right now
my father's estate

still requires
quite a bit of untangling.

As soon as I've handled one
problem, another one arises.

There's a lot of property
to sell and manage

and...a lot of bills to pay.

Well, I hope when things
calm down,

you will consider standing,

because you could do a lot of good.

Huh. Well...

Hmm.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Oh!

These are to say thank you
for earlier. Oh. First of the crop.

I was going to say
you shouldn't have,

but your tomatoes are always divine.
Thank you, Fred.

Some of these ideas for
classes are so old-fashioned.

They suggest one about how
to make sure you look after

the needs of the new father.

I'm going to lead a class
on postnatal exercises.

Oh, that's good. Mm.

I have no idea
what I'm going to do.

Teething?

Care of babies' skin?

Useful. But I want
to do something that's for

the poorer mother. Honest opinion -
what do you think?

Have you got two black eyes?

I'm wearing
dark blue eye shadow.

I thought maybe
you walked into a door.

There's nothing wrong
with taking a bold approach

and challenging convention.

Princess Anne does it
with her hats all the time.

It's coming off right now.

Did you like that, then?
Shall I make it again?

Reggie...

Here. Here's your wages for
your work at the church garden.

Ooh.

But that's your name.

You're doing half the work.
You get half the money.

That's half. I don't get paid
at the Glasshouse Village.

Well, that's because you work
for your...community.

I'm going to save up.

Take us for tea...

..at the Napoli.

Wahey!

Fred, we don't pay him either.

And he's... He's always
helping us in the paper shop.

It's easy enough
to change that.

And it's time he earns wages.

He's going to get it in a packet

with his own name on it.

Lovely.

You look smashing. All right.

Right. Well, your first booking
with baby is at two weeks old.

Mignonette lingerie.

Mignonette?
It's a very up-market brand.

Well, I don't think
we'll be seeing it

on the side of any buses.

Gilly, darling, over here.

I think I might have to sit down.

Come on. Mind over matter.

Keep your hands up, darling!

I'm in labour.

You'll be pleased to know I
got the blood out, Mrs Buckle.

Why mess about with milk when God
gave us chemicals?

What a relief!

Now I just have to hope
that God gives me a fair wind

for the mayoral election.

Well, you have my prayers
and Pastor Robinson's, too.

We've been beseeching
the Almighty

ever since we heard
you were standing.

How much do I owe you?

You put your purse away.

This is my contribution
to your campaign.

I think you're due a round
of applause, Gillian.

You're already
five centimetres dilated.

Should I have come sooner?

I'd say your timing
is absolutely perfect.

Now, with a breech baby,

the cervix can take
a little longer to dilate.

But Nurse Clifford has a trick
to help with that.

We're going to get you
off the bed

and walking around the ward so we
can get gravity on our side.

We've got Mr Baxter in
reception looking a bit lonely.

Can he come in? No, no, I don't want
anyone else in here.

You know, Vi...

I'm not feeling too clever.

I wonder if I ought
to stay home.

A mayoral campaign is about
seeing the whole package.

And my package includes you,

whether you like it or not.

Now, town hall,
quarter to four.

I'm setting off now.

And no excuses!

And do have a wash,

because you smell a bit like
something that's gone off.

Ready to do the garden, Fred?

Yeah, Reg. You...

You go ahead.
I'll... I'll catch you up.

Could you take
the used equipment

and put it in the autoclave,
please, Nurse Highland?

Yours as well as mine.
Of course.

Excuse me
for what I'm about to do.

I usually avoid it at all costs.

Avoid what?

Making a personal call?

No.

This.

Good afternoon.
This is Lady Aylward.

I'd like to speak
to the manager, please.

It's regarding a visit
to your furniture department.

I need you to open
out of hours.

They're putting me through.

I can't do it. It's too hard!

You're doing brilliantly.

Poor Dr Turner is standing there
like an absolute spare part.

That's the ticket.

Now, Nurse,
what do you see?

Baby's hips
are coming. Right...

Gillian, show us what you can do.

I want a really big, slow push.

Slowly, Gillian!

Slowly.

That's it!

Baby's bottom is out.

Well done, Mum.

And well done, Midwife.

What is it?
Stephanie or Stephen?

It's Stephanie.
A girl?

I've got a daughter?

I really wanted a girl!

Come on, mate...

Uh, pull yourself together.

Vi's waiting.

Long afternoon?
Longer for Gillian.

I keep thinking
I can hear her crying.

Have a chocolate lime.

I carry barley sugars, usually,
but I fancied a novelty.

Thanks.

This won't go on for ever.

There'll be news soon.

Isn't it over yet?

Baby's nearly here. You're
coming right up to the finish line.

You really are, Gillian.

One more push
with the next contraction.

Just relax for a moment.

Just breathe.
Lift Baby's body up.

Allow Baby's face to sweep
the perineum very slowly.

This is it, Gillian!

One more slow push.

I will never get bored
of that sound!

Congratulations, Gillian.

Beautifully done,
both of you.

Gillian, she's so bonnie.

Can Father be admitted?

Come on in, lad.

Is it a girl or a boy?

I don't care, really,
as long as it's a baby.

You have a daughter, Mr Buxton.

She's really quite nice to look at.

She'll be stunning by tomorrow.

She's stunning now.

She's perfect.

So, I did try and warn you.

Straight into a bunker on the 13th!

Ah, Councillor Buckle!

Oh, may I introduce my wife, Nora?

Actually, you may have met before.

She's very keen on her crochet.

Ah, crochet.
What a lovely hobby.

But if we have met, it must be
through one of my businesses.

So, no Mr Buckle today?

He will be joining me shortly.

Reggie!

Need help!

Reggie!

Help!

Help!

What's wrong? Fred's fallen down.

He can't talk.

We're supposed
to supply the rest.

I'll have my car like that.

The ambulance is on his way.

Will it come fast?

Yes. Go downstairs and wait

by the shop door
until they arrive

and then bring them upstairs.

Fred, your temperature is 103

and your pulse
is absolutely racing.

Let me look at your hand.

Is it bad?

It's worse than bad.
It's severely infected.

And what's more, I think
you might have tetanus.

But you told me
you'd had your jabs.

Yeah, I did.

Tetanus... That can be fatal.

Don't frighten Reggie.

Hmm.

Hmm...

Oh, you poor little lamb.

Oh!

Nurse Clifford...

Would you see if Dr Turner can step
in for a moment, please?

Whilst my noble opponent

has run her haberdashery
shop for many years...

..I suspect my own extensive,
and local, property interests

provide a far better grounding

in civic affairs. Thank you.

What can I do for you,
Nurse Crane?

I wonder, Doctor,
could you have a look

at little Stephanie's legs
for me?

I'm not sure things
are lining up as they ought.

You really like giving us
all the run-around,

don't you, Tilly Mint?

Hmm... Come on.

Hey.

One leg slightly longer

and the creases in her thighs
aren't symmetrical?

I was hoping
I might be mistaken.

Well, it does look like
congenital hip dislocation.

It's more common
in breech babies, too,

so perhaps
we shouldn't be surprised.

She needs an X-ray.

I'll call Mr Saunders
at St Cuthbert's.

Thank you.

Civic affairs may appear

to require a grandiose approach,

but what all sewers
and knitters will tell you

is that pull one thread
and everything can fall apart.

One loose seam and
your trousers can fall down.

What I will bring
to the role of mayor

is a keen,
experienced eye for detail

and a passion to ensure

that this rich tapestry
which is Tower Hamlets

doesn't fray.

Every stitch counts,

every policy counts,

every person counts.

Very good.

Mrs Buckle, I'm afraid you're wanted
on the telephone.

Congenital what? I don't even
know what that means.

Do you?
No. Never heard of it.

Congenital just
means born with.

And hip dislocation means her hip
sockets haven't formed

around her thigh bones,

so there's nothing
keeping her little legs

in the right position.

Well, will she grow out of it?

Things could actually
get harder for her

as she grows older -
if we don't treat it now.

She could end up
having trouble walking,

and we don't want that.

But she looks completely normal.

And you're telling me
she could be crippled?

That is not going
to be allowed to happen.

Try not to fret.

Try not to fret? What sort
of mother doesn't fret

about her child coming out wrong?

Where is he?

What are they doing to help him?

Everything they can.
They've given him penicillin

to help clear the infected wound.

But they've also confirmed
tetanus.

Is... Is that what we used
to call lockjaw?

A man in our street died
from that when I was a child,

but we didn't have penicillin
then, and, well,

penicillin cures everything these
days... Penicillin...

..can't cure tetanus, Violet.

Nothing can.

The doctors will have to let
the toxin run its course,

and Fred will have to find
the strength to fight it.

I shouted at him
because of that hand,

because he got blood
on my two-piece.

I should have sent him
to the doctor,

not made a fuss about a stain

that isn't even there any more.

I need to see him.

He's alone,
and he'll be afraid.

Now...don't be scared
when you see him.

He's having muscle spasms,
which is quite normal.

Let's tidy you up.

Sorry, Vi.

Why are you apologising to
me, Fred Buckle?

I...missed your meeting.

With good reason,
as it turns out.

Oh!

I'm sorry I was cross.

If it's any consolation,

I've never been so angry
with myself.

Is it bad, Vi?

Could be worse.

You're in the best possible place,

and everybody's rooting for you.

How's Reggie?

Reggie's fine.

You've got to get better for him,
Fred.

Whilst we're waiting
for Stephanie to be seen,

we're doubling up on nappies.

It keeps her legs at a right angle,
which helps enormously,

even if it does look slightly odd.

Do you want to try
and put her nappy on?

Just make sure to lift under her
bottom and not by her legs.

I'm scared I'll do it wrong.

This specialist... Will he
come to see her at home?

I'm afraid we'll have to go
to St Cuthbert's.

It really will be worth it.

Mr Saunders is one of the best.

Hospital's the place
they give you bad news.

Do you know, Reggie,
I think a bowl of rice pudding

is the perfect food for calming
one's nerves after a trying day.

A very wise choice.

It's my favourite.

Fred's, too.

Does he like it with jam on top?

And, more importantly, do you?

No.

Is Fred home?

Not tonight.

He needs to rest.

By good fortune,
there is tea in the pot.

Let it brew for two more minutes.

Is there any news I can
pass on to Nonnatus House?

There have been enquiries.

The ward sister said

that she would describe him
as critical...

..but stable.

Consider me
to be entirely at your service.

Thank you, Millicent.

Is it his bad hand?

It's to do with his hand.

He did that helping me.

Oh... Why am I not surprised?

He spends every spare
moment helping other people.

I'm sorry, Reggie, love. I'm sorry.

I'm sad, too.

Can't...

Can't breathe...!

There.

There, there.

All right. All right.

We leave for the hospital
in an hour.

Miss Higgins secured a cancellation

with the specialist.

I don't like hospitals.
Not many people do, lass.

We could just take Stephanie.

We thought
you'd prefer to be with her.

In any case, she will need feeding.

All right.

OK. But I thought I'd be
going with Mrs Turner.

I'm afraid you're stuck with me.

Dr Turner requested I attend.

I need you to concentrate, Matthew.

Sit down, lean back,

relax,

and then give me your opinion.

Well, it's, um...

..impossible for me to articulate
my opinion about this one.

Well...

I like the shape of it... Huh.

..but not the colour.

I'm not sure how I'd incorporate it
into a decorative scheme.

Ha! You know the drill.

Sit down, lean back, relax.

Whatever it was that I couldn't
articulate about the other one,

this is the same, only worse.

Then why did you circle
them both in this?

I didn't.

I don't use crayon.

Oh, it must have been Jonty!

Oh, thank goodness. I thought you'd
developed terrible taste.

Matthew...that one!

We could lie down on this.

We most certainly could.

I thought you were
going to kiss me.

I've just seen the price tag!

Oh!

Give me the bag
and you carry Baby.

We'll do this together.

Mm?

It really is remarkable
how many patients

are not up to date with
their tetanus vaccinations.

Fred hadn't had one
since the army.

The spores for tetanus are
everywhere,

especially in soil.

If Fred had come to us
when he cut his hand,

we could have given him
the jab immediately.

Dr Turner, do you think
we should prepare leaflets

reminding patients to report
any flesh wounds to us?

I'm not sure anyone
reads leaflets,

however enticingly designed.

Small posters would be better -

placed where
people are likely to read them.

Hmm.

Ah, Nurse Crane, isn't it?
Hmm.

And this little lady
must be Dr Turner's patient.

This is Mrs Baxter
and her daughter, Stephanie.

Thank you so much
for fitting us in so quickly.

I know there's a lot to discuss.

But what I want
to discuss is...

Will she be able to walk?

Yes, if she's treated.

And that's why she's here.

She was fed half an hour ago.
Thank you.

Oh...

All right, Reggie?

He can't breathe with that on.

It's helping him, Reggie.

It's giving him oxygen.

Reggie, stay here.

Look after her.

It's all right, Mr Buckle.

We'll see if we can make you
more comfortable.

Family...

Breathe now.

She's been praying since
before lauds this morning,

refuses to rest,
or even partake of food.

What's happening?
Where are you taking him?

He needs more help
with his breathing.

We're moving him
to intensive care.

The X-rays confirmed congenital hip
dislocation in both hips.

Stephanie will wear
this harness for six months.

It makes her look like a cripple.

Can't I put it under her clothes?

This particular harness

is designed to be worn
over garments

to avoid skin irritation.

This harness
must remain on at all times...

..if you want her to walk.

Mr Buckle, we're going
to put you on a ventilator.

Your body needs to rest, and the
machine will do the work for you.

Close your eyes now.
Leave all this to us.

No, Mrs Baxter.

The buckles must be set exactly
as Mr Saunders instructed.

Make it tighter. Please.

What about bathing?

Sponge bath only for Baby.

The harness may be removed
for that

or when changing clothing,
but not for long.

Here's a pamphlet.

A little reminder of everything
we've discussed. She hates it.

It's hurting her.

It's uncomfortable, not painful.

She will get used to it.

Oh, wonderful. Your husband's here
to take you back

to the maternity home.

I'm not going back there.
I'm going back to my home.

It would be advisable
to stay with us

for a couple of days
till you know the routine.

I have been shown.
And I can look at the leaflet.

Hello, sweet pea.

This ain't so bad, is it?

Gillian, you'll need support.

I've got Liam.
I'll look after 'em. Don't worry.

We'll move to home visits
twice a day,

starting tomorrow morning.

I need to get away from here.

Dr Turner,
I'm so glad that you've come.

We don't understand
why Fred is on this machine.

He's developed
an aspiration pneumonia

and it's helping him to breathe.

He must have been
finding it difficult.

It will help his body to recover.

He will wake up, Doctor,
won't he?

He will.

Don't do that. The nurse said her
legs can't be brought together.

Can you look after her?
I need to get some sleep.

Of course. Do you want to give
her a kiss?

No, Teddy. We eat it afterwards.

That's why Mummy made extra.

This looks very industrious.

Fairy cakes for Violet and
Reggie. And a card for Fred.

Do we really need glitter
on a get-well card?

Daddy, we always need glitter.

No, Daddy!

It's the tastiest bit. Mmm!

The doctor said
I can talk to you.

She said I should talk to you.

She said that sometimes very sick
people can hear voices...

..even though they can't respond,

and it can help to make them better.

I wish I knew what to say.

I can stand in a room
full of councillors

and somehow the words come out and
seem to make sense.

But...

..here with you...

I'm scared, Fred.

I'm scared because...

..I want to say I love you,

and I want to say that you mean the
world to me.

And I think my heart might
stop if yours does.

And I'm scared because if
you hear me talking like this,

you might think
that I'm an impostor,

because we don't do
the lovey-dovey stuff, do we?

It's not us.

It's not me.

So, listen to me, Fred Buckle.

I want you off this ventilator

and out of this bed
and back home...

..whenever you decide
it's convenient.

There's bales of paper
all over the shop,

and we're overdue
a cash-and-carry run.

Can you hear me?

You told Gillian
no-one can see the baby,

but my family are desperate
to meet her. We said no such thing.

Family support
would be a great benefit.

Told you no visitors.

Hello, dears.

It's only me! Here to see
the next Baby Pearl.

Oh... What's that on her?

Just a harness.

She's got a problem
with her hips.

But you can take it off,
though?

Well, that's not going
to work on a poster, is it?

I'll have to cancel her bookings.

I mean, she can't work, can she?

What about me?
I can model, Sylvie.

You'll have your hands full,
won't you,

looking after...this one?

I'll leave you to it, darling.

Sisters...

It really is very unlikely
Mr Buckle will recover.

I fear we must face facts.

Every day he deteriorates
a little further.

If there's the smallest chance

our friend might live...

..you should be praying that
deliverance comes to pass.

And...

..if he is not to be spared...

..you should be praying
for his soul...

..with even...greater fervour!

I cannot give you orders.

I can only set you an example.

Violet?

I don't think he's going
to get better, Trixie.

He's not here.

You've got to be quiet,
cos Mummy hasn't slept.

I fed you.

I changed your nappy.

It's not my fault
you've got to wear this thing.

Just stop crying!
Just shut up! Shut up!

Would you like some company?

Come in.

We beseech thee...

..to have mercy upon this, thy...

I don't want to intrude,

but I couldn't stop thinking
about poor Fred.

And I asked Nancy

if she thought I could come
and think in here.

You can think here.

Or you can pray.

I'm not praying.

I'm not sure I even want to.
I just...

..want to be with people
who are praying.

Love makes all welcome.

We beseech thee to
have mercy upon this...

..thy servant,
visited with thine hand,

and to grant that he may take
his sickness patiently...

We've been looking for you.

You're meant to be at
breakfast at Nonnatus House.

I can't finish the garden...

..without Fred.

Waiting is hard
when we're worried.

One needs a distraction,
or to keep busy.

I am also in need of distraction.

What do you say to me helping you?

I'd love that.

..Shillings...

Trixie, are you
writing a cheque out for the sofa?

I haven't agreed to this.

Life's too short, darling.

Carpe diem!

Seize the day.

She's got a wet nappy.

I can feel it.

I'll change her.

I'm concerned about
how you're coping, Gillian.

Are you eating properly?

You can't feed Baby
if you don't feed yourself.

Mr Baxter said that his family
hadn't seen Stephanie?

His mum's started organising
the christening.

What about your mum?

She died last year.

Lung cancer.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Month before I knew I was pregnant.

That's why you're so scared
of hospitals.

Oh, lass, I wish I'd known.

You were very brave.

I think you could both
do with some fresh air.

You've been cooped up in here.

Let's get you outside.

I-I don't feel well enough.

It will do you the power of good.

Who is it?

The man who's going to be mayor...

..now I'm not running.

Ah! Councillor Buckle.

So sorry to hear
about your husband.

Such a shame you've pulled
out of the mayoral race.

I'm sure they'll just wave me
through later today,

no vote needed.

I imagine we'll meet on some
committee sometime.

Be good to know that
I can count on your support.

Of course. Hmm.

Cheerio.

That's not fair.

It's not important any more,
Reggie.

Yes, it is.

That man is horrible.

My place is by Fred's side.
So is mine.

I will go to him.

These were from Fred's first crop.

Even on his sickbed,
our dear friend feeds us.

Nurse Clifford,
how are your preparations

for this evening's
postnatal class?

I'm nearly finished.

I just need 20 minutes
on the sewing machine.

I need to request a favour.

Reggie is insisting
that I attend the mayoral vote.

Um, but I need someone to take him

to be with Fred.

Would you mind, Sister?

There is nothing that would
give me greater honour.

I'll take you in my car.

How old? Just under a week.

Then get off your feet
and sit down.

I will do your washing for you,

and then I'll make you
a cup of tea.

Sit back down.

Let me.

Hello, precious.
Be careful.

Don't do that!

You can't hold her like that!

It will hurt her.

She's not well.

Lovely little place...

I'm sorry,

but it is a lady's prerogative
to change her mind.

And I have changed mine.

I am still in the running
for mayoral office.

What? On your own?

With your husband so poorly?

Not on my own.

I have a friend to support me.

Ah, Sir Matthew!

You're a difficult man
to get hold of. We must talk.

I'm afraid it's not advisable

to fraternise with the opposition.

This is my friend,
Councillor Regan.

Gillian! What's wrong?

I can't do it. I don't deserve her.

As some of you may know,

my husband is very poorly
and in hospital,

and you may therefore
wonder why I'm here.

I'm here because
I believe in the future.

I believe that
my husband will get better.

And I believe
that Tower Hamlets

can go from
strength to strength.

This district
is full of opportunity

and it's full of hope.

We need to harness that hope.

We need to pull together
to help our community

to be all that it can be.

We can do anything.

And that is why
I want to be mayor.

That is why I would
be proud to be mayor.

Not because I'm special,

but because I know what matters.

And the thing that matters
is not me.

It's you.

It's all of us.

We have heard closing speeches

from both candidates.

If we could now
take it to a vote.

Those in favour
of Councillor Buckle...

..raise your right hands.

She's got to go back
to the hospital

so they can look after her
properly.

I'm a terrible mother.
You're not.

You're a new mother
who's had a tricky birth

and who has an awful lot
to deal with right now.

It must all feel
very overwhelming.

Stephanie can't go to
hospital. She's not poorly.

I wish my mum was here.

Have you got any other family?

Just her and me.

Never knew my dad.

My mother brought me up
on her own.

Makes a special bond
when it's just the two of you.

It's a lonely place
when they're gone.

But you're not alone.

I'll never take
her harness off again.

I promise.

I'm so ashamed. Hey...

It's going to be all right.

You're going to be
an excellent mother.

And I don't know
if you've noticed,

but Stephanie's not crying.

She's got used to it.

He squeezed my hand.
I deem it unlikely.

How do they not know the most
rudimentary skill of bed making?

His eyes are opening.

Oh...

Thank you for helping.
You've been so lovely.

When we have
the christening for Stephanie,

will you come?
If I'm not on duty, I'd love to.

And I actually have
an invitation for you.

I'm running parentcraft later today.

Would you come?

I need your expert help.

Fred!

Oh, Fred!

You've taken us to hell and back!

No lovey-dovey stuff, now.

The Lord has expressed
his gracious will,

and Fred has recovered
his bodily health!

Here's a novel way
of carrying your baby

if you can't get your pushchair
up the stairs.

Keeps her legs
in the right place. I like it.

There's enough for everyone
to try one.

Can we please
have a round of applause

for our marvellous model,
and her beautiful baby, Stephanie?

Sometimes in life,

the things we almost lose

are returned to us completely...

..the things we thought flawed

are shown to be entirely perfect...

..and thus our affection for them

grows a thousandfold.

That is the nature of love itself.

It is seed and soil,
root and branch.

It is the blossom and the fruit.

This is the compound interest
of the heart.

Not a price, but a gift.

Not a payment, but a dividend.

We're always richer than we realise

and more blessed than we can know.

We are each other's wealth

and our greatest good fortune.

Celebrate this.

Hold your loved ones close

and say out loud,

"How lucky we are!

"How much we have!"

I want to be a nurse.

Last week
she wanted to be a vet.

I'm glad you all remembered

to hand in your casebooks
for your mid-course review.

I can't do this today.

In which case, you must come
to the mother-and-baby clinic

Tuesday afternoon
and bring your sample with you.

I am glad to witness such
a marvellous occurrence.