All language subtitles for Call The Midwife S13E08 Hdtv X264 TG.Hi

CHILDREN CHATTER

MATURE JENNIFER: They say a
woman's work is never done,

and neither is a mother's,

any more than it begins
or knows its boundaries.

Day by day, night by
night, morning by morning,

a mother sees all things,

seeks to meet all needs,

and always with a love

that need not speak its name.

As Nurse Crane is still at the

maternity home with Mrs Singh,

I have the pleasure of giving

morning orders today.

PHONE RINGS She has,
however, left me

a note written in red ink.

"Nota bene - bedbugs
at Lisbon Buildings."

PHONE STILL RINGING

Nonnatus House.
Midwife speaking.

Rosalind, I'm calling
to say I'll be late.

I'm afraid I overslept.

Gosh, you'll be lucky if you
get here in time for elevenses.

What do you want me to say?

That I was ill in the night,

but I woke up feeling better
and I'll come in anyway.

I don't know about these municipal
fireworks down at the Rec, Reg.

I know Violet's the
mayor and she has to go

to make it look important but

it's not the same as
having our own party.

Nonnatus House is
having a party.

I'm going to that
one. I know you are.

But there'll be shop
fireworks, not homemade.

And who's going to set 'em off?

Cyril.

He's got extra long matches.

It's not about the length
of the matches, Reggie.

It's about... the technique.

Fred...

What?

WHISPERS: You look really pale.

And all together now.

CHILDREN: Fireworks
are fun for everyone,

but only if you're careful!

REVEREND: Very good. Very good.

Come here, boys.

And our warmest thanks to
Akela, Baloo and the Cubs

for that very
educational display.

Before we move on to our hymn,
I've been asked to mention

the upcoming Poplar Mother
of the Year competition.

First prize is a fully
automatic washing machine.

MOTHERS: Ooh!

And a place in the all London
final in January next year.

Tell your children to get
their tributes to their mums

in by the end of
the week. Akela!

All forms of artwork
are encouraged.

Paintings, poetry and
handicrafts are all welcome.

Oh, I'm sorry I missed
clinic yesterday.

I had my wee in my
handbag, all ready to go,

but I got sidetracked.

Ugh, my hands are that
full at the minute,

looking after my sister's
three as well as my own.

Do you want it now?

I don't have the proper
accoutrements, Mrs Walker.

Erm, are you at home
tomorrow morning?

DOOR OPENS, VIOLET SIGHS

I don't know what I
used to do with my time

on early closing days
before I became mayor.

I've been debating play streets

and dog dirt bylaws
all afternoon.

Cup of tea? Oh,
bless you, Reggie.

I am parched.

FRED COUGHS

I polished your chain.

Oh, you don't look 100%, Fred.

He's very pale.

Oh, I'm sorry,

but you aren't coming to the
municipal display tonight.

Oh...

I was looking forward to it.

I know, but you need to rest.

I'm perfectly capable
of oohing and aahing

at a few Roman
candles on my own.

Hey, Cyril!

Got your extra long matches!

Ahh! Now it feels
like Bonfire Night!

ALL CHUCKLE

FIREWORK FIZZES AND BANGS

ONLOOKERS GASP

Not so fast! Anyone would
think you were Cinderella

storming off into the darkness
minus her prince and a slingback.

Oh, hello, Geoffrey.
Well, as it happens,

I appear to be wearing a
full complement of shoes,

and I'm not going to comment
on the prince situation.

Ouch!

Do say you're coming
to the fireworks.

I've brought a whole
box of Catherine wheels

and some dandelion and burdock.

Who invited you?
Sister Veronica.

We keep up quite a
lively correspondence.

Oh, sis, please don't go
sloping off on your own.

I can't bear it.

I find it hard to bear
anything else at the moment.

You need me to come
round and cook for you.

Coq au vin, and choice
of sparkling repartee

or companionable silence.

Either would be nice.
Let's arrange it soon.

You two have got much better
names for writing in sparklers.

By the time I get to the
end of writing "Rosalind",

the beginning's disappeared.

I tend to do better if
I just write "Geoff",

which isn't a name
I ever use in life.

Nurse Highland. Look who's here!

Sylvester!

How did you know
there was a party?

I called this morning
to see if I could visit.

Sister Julienne thought I
should come as a surprise.

You want some
cake? We have Toto,

which is my own
recipe from Jamaica.

And park in, which is

a British...
delicacy. Thank you.

Nothing like a taste of home.

How long is your sister
going to be in hospital?

They reckon at least
another six weeks.

It's that complicated, what's
going on with her back.

And I wouldn't mind,

only it's three buses to get to
the Orthopaedic Hospital. Hmm.

Beryl, you need to take
better care of yourself.

If it all gets too much,
I need you to tell me.

Understood?

How do you spell "exemplary"?

E-X-E-M-P-L-A-R-Y.

Thanks.

I'm not supposed to
know what they're doing.

You're Mother of
the Year every year.

I don't see why they have to enter a
poem in a competition. Oh, Timothy!

PHONE RINGS

Turner residence. Mrs Turner?

Oh, hello, Miss Williams.

We're due at the
welfare office with May

at the end of this
month, aren't we?

You were. But I'm calling to say

that the appointment has
been brought forward.

Esther Tang, May's mother, has
had a change of circumstance.

She wants to speak to May.

Speak to her?

Yes. At her request, we're
booking an international call

to our office number to take place
during our meeting with yourselves.

Can we discuss this
with May first?

I'm afraid this must take
place as soon as possible.

So, we have nine
individual garter tags,

all with slightly
frayed elastic.

That's easy enough to amend.

It's important for
kiddies to have a uniform,

when uniform is called for,
even if it's secondhand.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Good evening.

I wonder if I might speak
to Miss Millicent Higgins.

I am Miss Higgins.
How may I help you?

I found your address
on the electoral roll

and I would like to talk to you
about a confidential matter.

I am the wife of Victor Chopra.

Phyllis. Hmm?

I'm afraid I must
ask you to leave.

Of course.

Has something untoward occurred?

Please, I would
like you to leave.

Victor is very much alive
and he is here, in London.

Is he well?

He has had problems
with his health, but,

yes, he is well enough.

Is he happy?

Yes.

Victor is adept at joy.

He has a knack for it.

Victor...

I knew that was the name his
adoptive parents had chosen,

but I always thought
of him as John.

I still do.

Is that permitted?

I'm allowed to think, "Is
John well? Is John happy?"

"Did John make a decent life?"

Everything is
permitted, Miss Higgins.

He is your son.

DOOR OPENS

Oh...

DOOR CLOSES

Drink this. I wish
it was whisky.

Sherry doesn't seem strong
enough, all things considered.

The British drank all
the time in India.

We started drinking on
the boat going out there.

I was 21

and a part of what they
called "the fishing fleet".

Fishing? For what?

Husbands.

There was such a
superfluity of single men.

After the Great War, that
was supposed to matter.

My parents had gone home from
the Punjab when I was ten,

but I yearned to return.

Yearned.

I wanted India more than I
could have wanted any man.

Oh, Millicent.

My mother and father sent me out
to a widowed friend in Simla.

And I found employment in
a private lending library,

after which all talk
of fishing ceased.

It's strange how swiftly
we come to assume

that we don't need love when
we're young and independent.

Hmm. When we're old
and independent.

One day, a young tutor came in

needing three copies of Henry V.

He was coaching a family
stationed in Simla that summer.

And the summer after that.

Did you walk out
together for a long time?

We didn't "walk out" at all.

His name was Krishnan Chaudri.

But you'd be surprised
what can be achieved

when both of you
are respectable.

What other people don't
notice or think to look for.

I never once mentioned him when
I wrote home to my parents.

I can't get it out of my head
that the changed circumstance

is that she has married.

Esther is a young
woman, Patrick.

Working as a nanny for
a British Army family

might have given
her opportunities.

PATRICK SIGHS

And if it has,

and if those
opportunities are genuine,

then we have to try to see them
as opportunities for May, too.

SHE SIGHS I know, I
know, but... Shelagh...

May isn't ours.

Every day just now, I have
to remind myself of that.

Gwendoline, the widow
with whom I lodged,

sent me to a place
she knew of in Lahore.

And by the time John was born,
arrangements had been made

for him to go to
a suitable family.

A mother of Dutch
extraction and Hindu father.

They couldn't have
children of their own.

Millicent, if it's any
consolation at all,

the most cherished little
ones I have ever come across

in all my years in this game

are the ones adopted by
parents who'd given up hope.

John is only in
England for two weeks.

And he wants to meet me.

SISTER VERONICA HUMS

There is no need for
musical accompaniment.

I eschewed lauds this morning

on the grounds that my spirit
was in need of silence.

HUMMING STOPS

There you are.

If there's anywhere else
you'd like to... see to...

We've a little project on
our hands this half term.

Young Colette wants to
enter Nurse Corrigan

for the Mother of
the Year contest,

and I thought we could do it
in the form of a big painting.

This is scarcely lukewarm!

It's a good job
it wasn't a knife!

SHE SOBS

The thing is, Sister, is it
acceptable to look for faith?

I'm not sure I've found
the right church yet.

Looking for the right church

isn't quite the
same as seeking God.

I'm sorry, Sister,

but I require your intervention

before I let myself down and put
my hands round someone's throat!

You must apologise.

I am truly sorry, Sister,

and I ask for your forgiveness.

And so must you.

My dignity has been
compromised enough.

They wouldn't put up with that
attitude in the mother house!

No, they would not, and I
will not put up with it here.

You speak less like a
Sister in the vowed life

than the vexed parent of
recalcitrant offspring. Hmm!

Which is not a coincidence,
for that is exactly how I feel.

Then I apologise.

Thank you.

SHE SIGHS

Sister Julienne? May
I speak with you?

MAN: I had thought roses. Hmm.

But... I don't think red would
strike the proper note at all.

The chrysanthemums are nice. Oh.

Two bunches, yes?
In two colours.

But not the white.

I would like these, please.

HE EXHALES

Esther Tang was certainly
very well known to us

in Hong Kong.

She gave birth to May
in our maternity home,

and the child ended
up in the orphanage.

What concerns me is
what's happening now

and what it may mean
for May's future.

I'm going to sanction
an unusual expenditure.

I would like you to send
a telegram of enquiry

to Sister Margery at the
Hong Kong branch house

and see what can be ascertained.

This may be a case of
forewarned being forearmed.

Mm-hm.

CLOCK CHIMES

KNOCK ON DOOR

DOOR OPENS

MURMURED CONVERSATION

DOOR CLOSES

I... wanted to bring you
flowers to express my respect

and my gratitude for
your hospitality.

And now I find

they are simply in the way.

We must put them in water.

PHONE RINGS

Dr Turner's surgery.

No, I'm afraid you can't order
antibiotics over the phone.

Because they're a targeted
treatment for bacterial infections

and not a panacea for all ills.

LINE DISCONNECTS

CHILDREN SHOUT

BERYL GROANS

Oh! I'm really sorry.

SHE GASPS AND GROANS

But I think I'm in lab our!

SHE GROANS

But my father was in the
Indian Civil Service.

The coincidence seems
quite extraordinary.

I was fortunate that the
changes after Partition

enabled a degree of advancement.

We were able to send our boy
to a private school in Delhi.

Run by the Christian Brothers.

Hari's a nice name. How
are you spelling it?

The English way, since he
went to university, H-A-R-R-Y.

I am struggling to digest the
fact that I have a grandson

reading dentistry in Liverpool.

VICTOR CHUCKLES

Would you like to
see a photograph?

Oh, do you have one?

I have many photographs.

And much else besides.

May I just see a picture
of Harry... first of all?

Will the kids be all right
with that lad at the desk?

He don't look very experienced.

Young Mr Turner has more
miles on the babysitting clock

than you could possibly believe.

WOMAN MOANS

Oh, hell's bells.

Hang on.

I'm feeling it on
me back passage.

It's just revved up
like Stirling Moss.

Steady as you go, Mrs Viner.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Are you turned round yet? I
need to send Lynne Viner in.

Mrs Chopra, I hope you don't
object to my enquiring,

but is your husband
entirely well?

Did you notice his
ankles are swollen?

Victor has been
sick for a long time

with Bright's disease
of the kidneys.

I see.

I did notice a little
puffiness, I can't deny it.

Should we arrange for him to
be seen by our practice doctor?

No.

He is enjoying his freedom
from doctors on this trip.

It is part, I think, of
the happiness he feels.

Hmm.

Your son, my grandson,
is so very like you.

And so very like
someone I once knew.

I was afraid that
you would not like me

that I might not be the person
you carried in your mind.

VICTOR EXHALES

I was afraid that... I
might disappoint you.

Likewise.

But that was not the case.

No.

THEY LAUGH

SHE SCREAMS

I'm sorry. Did I just
wee in your face?

It was...

It was amniotic fluid.

SHE GROANS

BABY CRIES

A little girl.

A "Congratulations"
would be nice.

SHE GASPS

BABY CRIES

It's a false alarm, ain't it?

Things are cooling down
rather than hotting up.

But you can stay for a couple
of hours' rest if you want to.

Rest? Huh! No offence,
Nurse. I'd get more rest

down Piccadilly Circus.

BABY CRIES

The wages are all
ready for payday.

Just the packets to stamp.

Meanwhile, the solicitors
have sent details through

for the transfer of
deeds to the Order.

The Nonnatus House deeds?

Mother Mildred
insists we proceed.

If the council ever enacts
the compulsory purchase,

she is of the view that it
would be to our advantage.

You sound a bit weary, Sister.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to.

DOOR OPENS

Where have you been, Reggie?

Comics are your job, and I
worry when you wander off

and you come in late.

I went to the shed
to find a biscuit tin

for the Mother of
the Year contest.

What are you planning to do
with a rusty biscuit tin, Reg?

I'm not sure.

The wages are in.

PHONE RINGS

Nonnatus House. How may I help?

Hello, Sylvester.

Joyce is right here.

I always wanted to
see the River Thames,

even before I knew I had a
drop of its water in my veins.

I always wanted
to see the Ganges.

I finally managed it the
year before you were born.

Hindu people in London perform
their rituals here now.

Was my father a
practising Hindu?

Oh, yes.

That was why I was
pleased when I heard

you were going to
Mr and Mrs Chopra.

There had been more concern about
your likely physical appearance,

but I wanted a life for you
that was more than skin deep.

What did my father want?

Above all things,

Krishnan wanted to do what
was right by his family.

And that involved a
marriage that was not to me.

One so often hears of men
doing the honourable thing,

and he did the honourable
thing - in his way.

I wish you had been able
to have a happy ending.

We had an ending.

Tears were shed,

but who's to say that
he or I would have known

a greater portion of contentment
had things been otherwise?

Or you.

I am content now with
your arm in mine.

Is this all of it?

No. It's half.

You don't do too
badly, Claudine.

I worked for this money,

like I worked for this life.

And I could take it all, simply
by telling people who you are

and how many lies you told.

But I choose not to. No.

You chose this because
there's more profit in it.

It cost me everything I had to
come out here in search of you.

You owe me recompense
for that, at least.

This is just the start.

Hmm. Such a treat. Hm.

I always thought it rather a shame
Julie Andrews didn't sing about

whelks in These Are A Few
Of My Favourite Things.

VICTOR LAUGHS

There aren't many words
that rhyme with "whelks".

I am a very great
admirer of Julie Andrews.

Mm. She has superlative
diction. Mm.

I sometimes find her choice
of roles a little anodyne.

What's your favourite film?

Rear Window.

Oh. Yours?

Spartacus. Ah.

Favourite novel?

Forever Amber.

The Maltese Falcon.

Composer?

Chopin. Brahms.

This is an excellent game.

And these are
excellent whelks. Mmm!

HE EXHALES

HE GROANS

My dear, are you quite well?

I think... perhaps I am not.

HE GROANS

HE COUGHS

Chronic kidney disease is
very difficult to live with,

whether you call it
glomerulonephritis

or Bright's disease.

In India, Bright's disease
is used more commonly.

But it's a very old name.

There are more
modern treatments.

I have a very good
nephrologist in Delhi.

When did you last see him?

A day or two before I came away.

Was he happy for you to travel?

I was not happy not to travel.

I have very important
things to do in England.

Mr Chopra, your
kidneys are failing.

And so is your heart.

BREATHING QUICKLY

I need to find the details
of all the best specialists

for Dr Turner to peruse.

The Royal Free even has
a dedicated dialysis ward

with an artificial kidney.

It may be best to just
get Victor admitted

to St Cuthbert's as
soon as possible,

at least while the
next steps are decided.

Is that tea for
Mr and Mrs Chopra?

I told them I'd send it through.

Of course.

These

are the names of the best
nephrologists in London.

I understand that Leeds is
also a centre of excellence.

I will make sure he's
seen as soon as possible,

but... HE SIGHS

it may be too late to
do very much for him.

He's too young!

He

Has a son who's
still in his teens.

Do you know the family well?

We have a connection that
goes back many years.

May's said very little about this
appointment at the welfare office.

I think an awful lot goes
over the children's heads.

But for how much longer?

They may be children but they're
not little children any more.

There's all this talk
about fostering May

but Angela doesn't even
know she's adopted.

All the advice is to tell
the child once they are

old enough to understand.

Angela's got a
telescope on the patio.

She's old enough to understand the
gravitational pull of the Earth.

Oh...

ANGELA: Mummy!

May's crying. She's
scared about the meeting.

SHE SIGHS I'm coming upstairs.

If I am to sleep here, where
will you rest your head?

There's a bed in the box room

and a convenient little
contrivance downstairs

called a studio couch.

I also have friends across
the way with whom I can lodge

if I'm not needed close at hand.

I think it is better
that I am here.

Visiting hours in a
hospital may be very strict.

We will have to
make the most of it.

If we can arrange for
you to have dialysis,

you might end up on
the far side of London.

What are your favourite flowers?

These.

It's so good of you to make
the time to come with us.

May kept saying she was
scared her mother would try

to talk Chinese to her.

I fear my Cantonese has
subsided to restaurant level.

But, Mrs Turner, I've had a
telegram from Sister Margery.

About May's mother?

Earlier this year, she lost her
job with the British Army family

and she ended up back on the
streets very quickly. Oh, no.

The Sisters have
taken her in again,

and she's just given
birth... to a baby boy.

Nurse Aylward, could you test
Lynne Viner's urine for me?

Yes, of course, Sister.

I'm afraid we seem to
be out of dipsticks.

You'll have to do it
the old-fashioned way,

with a spirit lamp.

SHE EXHALES

SHE SPEAKS CANTONESE

Miss Tang says she's
a little nervous, too.

As she doesn't want
May to be anxious,

she's quite happy to
speak to her through me.

Are... are you happy with that?

SHE TRANSLATES

Do you like living in England?

SHE TRANSLATES

Are you getting good
marks at school?

SHE TRANSLATES

And your mother asks,

"What do you want to
be when you grow up?"

A nurse or a hairdresser.

SHE TRANSLATES

SHE LAUGHS She
says, "Be a nurse!"

ALL LAUGH

Ohh!

Do you love your English
brothers and sisters?

Yes. SHE TRANSLATES.

And do you love your
English mummy and daddy?

Yes.

SHE TRANSLATES

And do your English
mummy and daddy love you?

I know they do. They
say it all the time.

Would you like to live
with them forever?

Yes.

SHELAGH SOBS

Nurse Aylward, I
found some dipsticks.

GLASS SHATTERS, SHE GASPS

No! No! No!

TRIXIE GASPS

I've been taking
caffeine tablets all day.

SHE SOBS

And I can't sleep
and I can't work,

and I can't think.

Trixie, these burns are
entirely superficial.

But if you were my patient,
and not my colleague

whom I cherish dearly,

this is the point where
I would be saying,

"Is there anyone I should
fetch or telephone?"

Yes.

My brother.

THEY LAUGH

Will May's surname be Turner
now, the same as ours?

Yes, it will.

SHE EXHALES DEEPLY

TRIXIE GROANS

I'd like to say you look better
for a hot bath but I'd be lying.

I don't know what's worse -
the smell of the ointment or...

SHE GASPS ..the stinging.

First caffeine, now nitrazepam.

I could ask you to talk me through
the role these little darlings

played in this latest debacle,
but I suspect I don't need to.

Geoffrey, I'm not in
the mood for this.

I'm not in the mood
to indulge you.

Sis, there are many, many
reasons why you find yourself

in your current situation, but at
least 23 of them are in this bottle.

And they're going in the sink.

Geoffrey!

Ohh!

Oh, you can't do
that. PILLS RATTLE.

Those tablets are only
available on prescription!

I may appear, to
the casual observer,

to be an unassuming
suburban bachelor,

but I have, in fact, seen
more of life than most.

And I know the role that
chemical dependence plays

in shattering lives that
are already fragile!

When did you last go to
Alcoholics Anonymous?

Too long ago.

I keep asking myself,
"Should we have travelled?"

But Victor's health has been
broken for a long time now.

Meeting his mother cannot
repair his body, but

it has brought
him peace of mind.

I do hope it does the
same for Millicent.

How can he answer
all her questions

when they have so
little time together?

The whole of Victor's
life is in here.

All the things she
could only imagine.

All of the events that
she could not see.

So, if you were in a meeting

after you've said your name
and said you're an alcoholic

what would you say then?

I would say...

Every day, at work,

I see the evidence of
all that love can do.

I see the joy that
results from it.

I see the pain that
results from it.

I see the panic and
the bliss and the,

and the mess that it makes.

But in that room.

I am in control of everything.

The power is all mine

the wisdom is all mine.

And the mess is only temporary?

Oh, it goes in the wash.

No-one has to deal with anything
for very long in the birthing room.

HE SIGHS

We both run from love, don't we?

Mm. It's the way we're forged.

We both want it,

but we fear it wants
too much from us.

Sis, if you have to run

if you have to stay in
perpetual, panicked motion

run towards him.

And run towards the girl you
were on your wedding day.

I was a monster
on my wedding day!

But you were a monster
who knew what love was.

You weren't scared of it.

Oh, you were fearless
in that white dress.

It was magnificent
to see! SHE CHUCKLES.

This delivery pack has
got everything in it

that you'll need
for a home birth.

Apart from clean sheets, a nightie
and someone to mind your kids.

I'll work something out.

It's my afternoon for going to
the hospital to see my sister.

I'm taking the
youngest two with me.

You look a bit flushed, Beryl.

Will you let me run some
checks on you while I'm here?

Oh, I've no time.

We're having a packed
lunch on the bus as it is.

You must be Harry.

You must be my grandmother!

Of course I don't mind that
you call me Mum, Reggie!

What a funny thing to
ask, after all this time!

But would my other mum mind?

Well, I like to think
that she'd be very happy

that I'm looking after you.

I'm doing her job
because she can't.

People can be mothers in
lots of different ways.

And people need mothers
in different ways as well.

Help! Help!

I have a very sick
lady on my bus.

Wh... what's the matter with her?
Have you called an ambulance?

PHONE RINGS

Nonnatus House.
Midwife speaking.

I'm fine, I'm fine!

No, no, I really don't think you
are, dear. But help is on its way.

I just need someone to look
after the kids! I know, I know.

Thank you.

Oh, thank goodness!

Now, what's all this
commotion about?

How about we all keep calm
until the ambulance arrives?

I can feel its head.

Ah! One of those that
knows its own mind.

Mrs Buckle, if you
could grab those kids?

If I'm remembering correctly,
Beryl has some jam butties

in her bag. Right.

How about we give
them some of those?

I'm glad it's you. Oh, dear.

SHE GROANS

I wanted to come to Liverpool

to see what your hall
of residence was like.

Denton Hall isn't bad.

It is all men but you
cannot have everything.

We sent you to university
to look at teeth, not girls!

When I come up,

I want to see you
in your white tunic

at the Dental Hospital.

Daddy

you're not going to be
able to come up, are you?

Don't tell your mother.

SHE GROANS

Little pushes for
the head, Beryl.

Just little ones for now.

Blow, if it helps.

SHE YELLS

There you go! One head,
complete with hair.

Oh, well done. Well done, love!

Wait for Baby to turn
now. You know the drill.

I reckon if I gave one great
walloping push, we'd have it!

Hold off for a second.

Oh, it's coming!

SHE STRAINS

No, Beryl. No.

Blow. Blow.

SHE BLOWS

The cord is round its neck.

SHE PANTS

SHE STRAINS

Jeez, you don't do
things by halves.

Push, Beryl.

SHE YELLS

BABY CRIES

Oh!

What a gorgeous,
gorgeous little lad.

Born at... 23
minutes past three.

On the 23 bus.

SHE LAUGHS It's a boy!

WHISTLING AND CLAPPING OUTSIDE

Nurse Crane, I'll
unload the autoclave

when I get back from the
Pentecostal service at St Oswald's.

I'm running a bit late.

Is this another entry
for Mother of the Year?

Hmm?

Something like that.

♪ From all alarms

♪ Leaning

♪ Leaning

♪ Leaning on

♪ The everlasting arms. ♪

Brothers and sisters, if any
of you wish to come forward

and testify what Jesus has
done in your life this week,

now is the time to share it,

so we can give thanks
and praise together.

Please.

Praise the Lord, church.

ALL: Praise the Lord.

The Almighty has been
doing great things for me.

ALL MURMUR IN AGREEMENT

SHE SOBS He is worse.

I know he is worse.

We must wait to see
what Dr Turner says.

He conferred with the Royal
Free only this afternoon.

DOOR OPENS

I'm going to arrange for him to
have oxygen at home, urgently.

First thing in the morning,
if it can't be done tonight.

Then I'm going to have one more
push at getting him dialysis.

I will come into the
surgery tomorrow.

You and Victor will
require my assistance.

I came to this
city with nothing.

I came without work,
or material prospects.

And then I found a church.

And friends.

And I rediscovered
the power of prayer.

WOMAN: Praise God!

Here, in my hand, is
my first wage packet.

The money won't last long,

but I am going to keep
the envelope forever

because it is stamped
with the date and the day.

God changed my life.

ALL: Praise the Lord.

THEY CHUCKLE

MRS CHOPRA: Oh, the
bicycle you rode to school!

HARRY: Is that Grandma?

MRS CHOPRA: Yes.

SHE CHUCKLES

Thank you for making me so
welcome, Pastor Robinson.

Oh, I'm glad our church
has been a blessing.

Starting in a strange
place can be hard.

BELL CHIMES

Sylvester, do you mind stopping
so that I can ask you something?

You're out late, aren't you?

No, thanks. I only
smoke mentholated.

Sylvester, what were you doing
with a Nonnatus House wage packet?

What?

In church.

I saw you, from the back.

And why were you lying
and saying it was yours?

Maybe that's between
me and my cousin.

Maybe you ought to ask her.

That would be prying.

This is a direct question.

You ask the direct questions to
your friend, Nurse Joyce Highland.

See if she will
tell you the truth.

And tell her to give
my regards to Claudine!

MACHINE WHIRS QUIETLY

DOOR OPENS

WHISPERS: Mariam's dozed
off in the box room.

Harry's on the studio couch.

Let them rest, for now.

I'll sit up with him.

Hold his hand.

But who in the name
of God is Claudine?

Is she some sort of
fancy piece of his?

If Sylvester's been
fleecing you for money,

he's the one who needs to
be hitting the high road.

Or getting a smack in
his smirking face...

And what good is
violence going to do?

He's got fists like
rocks and an anger in him

that you cannot quench.

And I know because I
tried to quench it.

You can tell me to
shut up if you want to,

but are you telling
us the whole story?

SHE SNIFFS

No.

No... I am not.

And if Sylvester is
a liar, I am worse.

I am Claudine.

My name is not Joyce and
Sylvester is not my cousin.

He is my husband.

I left him and changed my name

and came to England
looking for a better life.

So now you're just going
to run away from it?

Maybe I'm running
before I get pushed

and stripped of everything!

We are not going
to let that happen!

But we are going to
talk to Sister Julienne.

BIRDSONG

MARIAM SOBS

In the end, I was there
for his first breath,

and his last.

I know.

Not many mothers can say that.

I never wanted to lie.

I only wanted to survive.

Nurse Highland

do you think I haven't
seen stories like yours

played out a thousand times?

Bright, valuable women
brought to their knees

by the ignorance and
brutality of men?

I will examine the paperwork
and see what can be done

to put things in
the proper order.

Will you involve the police?

Yes.

Your tenure here
is not in question,

but my feeling is we must
report Sylvester Warren

for blackmail, making
demands with menaces.

Why are you doing this for me?

Because... in leaving
that man, and that life,

you have done more for
yourself than too many women

can find the strength to do.

I consider it an honour to
match my strength to yours.

MATTHEW: It's not forever.
In four or five months' time

I can come home and manage
things from a distance.

TRAFFIC RUMBLES, HE SIGHS

But I wish you were here.

I was there once.

HE CHUCKLES It's like I
can see your footprints

on every street I walk down.

And my fingerprints
in every shop?

HE LAUGHS

Yeah, I don't really go in
the shops much these days.

I wouldn't either now.

We'd be doing something
else together.

Building, from the ground up,
just like proper newlyweds.

Instead of shrieking
from the rooftops,

like we'd won some sort of race?

Did you feel like that, too?

Oh.

I felt like I'd won

every prize.

Every competition the
world had to offer.

Just at the point when we
had to start earning it.

Earning what?

Our happiness.

Or maybe just each other.

I think that possibly
comes to the same thing.

Hmm.

I wish you were here.

I will be soon.

I'm coming out to join you.

HE LAUGHS

Thank you!

It... it's not for ever.

SHE LAUGHS AND SNIFFS

DOORBELL RINGS

You didn't come to meet me as
arranged, so I came to you.

And you think that
will frighten me?

It might've worked before,

but it won't work now.

Why, Claudine, when all I
have to do is tell the truth?

Because the truth is
mine, and I have told it

to good people, who will
not use it as a weapon.

SHE SUCKS TEETH

CLAPPING

QUIET CHATTER

What are Mum and Dad
talking to Angela about?

I'm sure they'll tell
us. It won't be a secret.

And that's your
story, sweetheart.

You have made us happier
than you will ever know.

Thank you for choosing me.

BOTH SIGH AND LAUGH

Good morning, dear Sister,
in Jesus Christ's name.

I greet you likewise,
and with affection.

SISTER MONICA JOAN LAUGHS

If only Sister Julienne
were here to witness it!

SHE LAUGHS

She deserves more praise than ever
she receives, or would look for.

And not just from us.

I must be washed and
dressed forthwith.

We have stratagems to implement.

My mother wondered
if you would want

to scatter his
ashes on the river.

No.

People only use the
Thames for rituals

when they can't get to
the Ganges or go home.

Your father can do both of those,
now that he's been cremated.

The flowers are enough.

Do you want me to put
them on the water for you?

I... I don't want you to
wet your shoes or slip.

That would be very kind.

I have made a miniature garden

to celebrate that
I have two mothers.

The soil is from Poplar

because this is where
we all come from.

The ivy is because my
first mum was called Ivy.

And the violets are
because my new mum

is called Violet.

Erm, as you can see,
around the garden,

there's a ribbon, from
Violet's haberdasher's,

erm, in the colour
that Ivy liked best.

And, erm, Reggie says
that the bow means love.

Bravo!

I... I am not known for
relishing the limelight.

But today we come in praise
of one who seeks it even less.

She has been present at the
opening of 1,000 pairs of eyes

and witnessed the
closing of 1,000 more.

She has soothed the
sick and fed the hungry.

She has given counsel,
offered consolation.

And she has dried tears.

She has performed a
mother's work for decades.

And like a mother, she
has sought no thanks.

But in every house,
in every street,

there are women and children
and mothers who love her.

And these are the
tokens of their regard,

for Sister Julienne, of the
Order of St Raymond Nonnatus.

MATURE JENNIFER: We are
born knowing nothing

and no-one but our mother,

and never again will the
world feel so complete.

Our time on Earth
becomes a quest for love.

We look for love to feed us,

love to teach us,

love to help us grow

and keep us safe.

And we will find it

because love is always
closer than we think.

Love is in every
smile we exchange

every lesson we share,

every hand we hold,

every gift we give
and we receive.

Love is in every breath we take.

It is the greatest prize of all.