All language subtitles for Call the Midwife S13E02

MATURE JENNIFER:
Learning and growth

can be solitary pursuits.

We close doors,

turn inwards, seek a private space

in which to thrive.

And yet we need each other -

as friends, as family,

as fellow students
in the school of life.

Mr Sinclair.
Pastor.

Come and join us again.
Yes, of course.

More new faces, more souls saved.

And even less room in here
than there was last week.

It's good that the church
is growing, Mrs Wallace.

It would be better

if this flat was growing too.
But it's not.

We need a proper church building.

The Sharing of Church Buildings Act
may become law this year.

I'll put it on the prayer list.

Item number two.

What's item number one?
Backsliders.

There may be more people

joining us
on our journey of faith,

but we've still got people
falling off the bus.

We do have a duty to them,
as well as the newcomers.

CAT MEOWS

Who asked you?

Get him his pilchards,
and then find a pen

and a piece of paper.

We're going to make a list,

and then we're going
to knock on doors.

Nurse Aylward. Morning.

Were you vanquished afresh
by the perils of public transport?

Three buses. It's a miracle

the East End doesn't grind
to a halt.

Perhaps you might need
to allow a little extra time

for your journey.
Well, not when it would mean

leaving the night before.

Nurse Clifford will accompany you
on your home visits

this morning. Again? How nice.

I took the liberty
of packing your bag for you.

I hope I didn't mess it up.

Good morning.

I'm looking for Mr Lloyd Bristow.

SHE SIGHS

Owed you money too, did he?

I'm Pastor Robinson from
the Shining Tabernacle Church.

Er, Mr Bristow used to come
to our services, but we haven't

seen him for a while.
Huh. Well, neither have I.

And neither has his daughter.

I take it you are Mrs Bristow? Yes.

For my sins.

Or should that be his?

I'm sorry if your husband

hasn't behaved as he should,
Mrs Bristow.

Sometimes even being a church member

can't stop someone
from losing their way.

And perhaps he...

He found his way up the M1
no bother.

He's moved in with some floozy
up in Nottingham.

And you know what?

She's flamin' welcome to him.

Would you accept help
from our church?

It's too late.

Lloyd knew his Bible -
chapter and verse.

Didn't mean he lived by it.

The offer of help remains.

In the meantime,
I'll pray for you...

SHE SCOFFS

..and your children.

Prayers aren't going to feed
the meter, or my kids.

MILLICENT: It's really
quite straightforward.

MacDonald M-A-C

should not be filed
with McDonald M-C.

A basic command of the alphabet
is a prerequisite

in every profession, Nurse Corrigan.

Er, Mrs Khan?

Yes, Edna Bristow is on our books.

She's due to have
her second child very soon.

She won't accept any help
from our church.

You'll make a note
of her circumstances?

Of course. I'll make sure
that the midwives

and Sister Veronica are aware.

Thank you.
I wish I could do more for her.

You have done your best.

Sometimes our best must be enough.

It really does seem
as though your symptoms

are the same as when I first
saw you last December.

Abdominal pain, aching legs,
struggling to sleep.

But your blood and urine tests
were normal.

Has the insomnia improved at all?

Only a very little.

Meaning not at all?

I'm sorry. It must be hard.

I have to work,
so it is not always...easy.

I imagine starting afresh
in a new country is never easy.

I make the best of it.

I am going to prescribe you
some pills to help you sleep.

And we'll keep trying to find

the cause of this muscle pain
and weakness.

Thank you, Doctor.
You're very kind.

It's my pleasure.

Poor woman.

Blood tests
can tell us all kinds,

but what they can never show
is how homesick someone is.

Oh, you think
that's part of the problem?

Doesn't matter if you come
from India or Cork,

first few months, you can
feel as though you're dying.

I'm still not convinced
she's told me everything.

Do you suppose
you could make an excuse

and call in on her at home?

I think she'd be less guarded
with a woman.

I'll have her singing
like a canary in no time.

Would you like a glass of milk
with that biscuit?

Yeah. Yeah.

And do you like Winnie-the-Pooh?

Well...

Sister Monica Joan
is going to read a story,

and I hear she does
a very funny Eeyore voice.

Come have a listen,

and I'll fetch you a drink
from the kitchen.

Mrs Bristow.
Thank you for your patience.

This is Nurse Highland,
our wonderful pupil midwife,

who will be looking after you
today.

I've no objection.

As long as she's going
to be supervised.

If you'd like to come with me,
Mrs Bristow.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Struggling to relax.

Keep wanting to hop off
the couch and whisk my mop around.

This hall is
one of my cleaning jobs.

The height at the top of the womb
is telling me that too, Mrs Bristow.

You need to find a little time
to put your feet up.

I'm sorry, Nurse -
what I actually need to do

is pay my rent.

Let's have a listen
to Baby's heart, shall we?

Must be very hard on your own.

Word travels fast.

It's ticking away
like a little watch.

Just the way we like it.

Vertex presentation. Thank you.

Just write up the notes.

I hope you know you're entitled
to a maternity grant,

and family allowance
once Baby's arrived.

If things are still tight,
you might even be

a case for national assistance.

Look, I'm not grumbling.

I've plenty to be thankful for,
including a council flat.

Are you all ready
for your home birth?

The place is spotless.

Mm, you're a professional!

I always think how spick
and span this room is

when we arrive to set up.

Thanks.

Hold the squidger firmly
at about 45 degrees.

Now, aim for the pot.

NANCY SIGHS

What are you reading?

We have to choose an animal poem

to learn off by heart for school
to raise money for the RSPCA.

I think these are all about cats,

written by a possum.

They're so long!
I'll never remember any of them.

Call it a draw, shall we?

And stick to the handicrafts
next time.

Absolutely. Well played, all.

Come on, you. It's getting late.

DOORBELL

I was passing this way

and thought
you might be interested

in our coffee mornings
for Asian ladies new to Poplar,

hosted by our surgery receptionist,
Miss Higgins.

M-A-C, not M-C?

That's the one. I think
she's a little...

..frightening, no?

Oh, her bark is worse
than her bite.

I like that expression.

Oh, look at those.
I love a good heel.

My cousin works
at the shoe factory,

and my husband and I sell
the surplus stock

at the market.
I bet you do a roaring trade.

No-one can ever have
too many shoes.

That's what I said
when he wanted to sell hardware!

I attended university.

My husband went to college.

But business sense...

..you have to be born with.

You have to work hard, too.

I can see you're doing that.
I try.

But I wish my health would help me.

Dr Turner will get
to the bottom of it.

I did wonder if there was anything

you didn't feel comfortable
telling him.

Something you'd rather talk
to another woman about?

Do you know a lady doctor
I can speak to?

They're a bit thin
on the ground, sadly,

even in this country.
But I am a nurse and I am female.

And I know what it's like
to go bright red

even just thinking about my body

and all the things it does
and can get up to.

It is not usual in our culture
to discuss our...

..monthly period.

Are you having bother
in that department?

The pain is so...very, very bad.

Every time, it is so bad.

And everything that ails me,
it is worse.

The pain in my legs,
the pain in my stomach,

the sleeplessness.
Everything is worse.

God love you, Sahira.

Can you help me now?

Every piece of the jigsaw puzzle
makes a difference.

Oh, there you are, sweetheart.

Yeah, you play nicely.

I'll be as quick as I can.

LIQUID TRICKLES

GIRL: Mummy!

I know. Lucky I've got
the right equipment to hand, eh?

SHE BREATHES SLOWLY AND RAGGEDLY

You're gonna have to wait
till I'm finished, little one.

Or I don't get paid.

Has Nurse Corrigan returned

from her house calls yet?
Miss Marple at your service!

Did you find out anything new
about Mrs Khan?

Yes. She's crippled
with dysmenorrhoea,

doubled up with pain every month,

and says all her symptoms are worse
when she's menstruating.

All of her blood tests
have come back normal.

But at least this gives us
something new to go on.

Miss Higgins, can we refer Mrs Khan
to gynaecology at St Cuthbert's?

I would respond by saying,
"Mr Kenley or Mr Parry?"

But I understand Mr Parry has
a more sympathetic manner.

I shall telephone his secretary.

Thank you.

SHE GROANS

SHE GROANS

On the district,
we have the privilege

of being with a mother
from the beginning of her journey

to its end.

We go into her home,
we meet her family.

We see her racked
with pain and self-doubt,

and radiant.

It is a profoundly intimate
experience.

Why do you think so many mothers

are now choosing hospital birth?

Because they are being told
it's better.

Isn't it better, though?

I mean, all the statistics suggest
it's safer.

In my view, we can offer
the best of both worlds -

dedicated care
in the home environment,

then speedy transfer to hospital

should complications arise.

Is there a definitive list
of complications

where transfer is necessary?

There is a list, certainly,

but I would hesitate
to call it definitive,

because even a skilled midwife
can sometimes

be faced with something new.

I really don't like
the sound of that.

Sorry to interrupt,

but I wondered if I might
borrow Nurse Highland.

Mrs Bristow called,

and it sounds as though
Baby's arrival is imminent.

Tracey's almost asleep.

Has she got her teddy?

Tucked in next to her.

Did she drink her milk?

She'll wake up crying
if she didn't drink it.

I'll see to Tracey
if she doesn't settle.

Nurse Highland is going
to examine you

and just find out
exactly where we're at.

SHE GROANS

Oh, my goodness.

The baby is almost crowning!

Why didn't you send for us sooner?

SOBS: I was at work!

You've done so, so well

to get this far
without any help, Edna.

But we're with you now,
and you're safe at home.

We're going to take good care
of you.

That's it, honey.
Push if you want to.

SHE SHOUTS

Sometimes, I think it's a miracle
any babies are born

when you consider everything
that could go wrong.

Forewarned is forearmed.

Think of it like
packing an umbrella.

If you've got one,
you won't need it.

I shall remember that.

Er, Nurse Crane,
may I ask permission

to hand out some leaflets
in the next class?

What sort of leaflets?

They're from
the Raise the Roof campaign.

The Imperial Hospital nurses
are hosting a meeting

later this month. Oh, lass.

Please don't put me on the spot.

I'm still not sure
quite where I stand

with regard to all of this.

As far as I'm concerned,

nursing is a calling,

not a career.

And any suggestion
that we are financially motivated

will undermine
our patients' trust in us.

SHE WAILS

It's coming too fast!
I'm going to rip open.

Everything's under control, Edna.

I'm supporting Baby's head
so it can't come too quickly.

Pant now. Pant like I showed you.

SHELAGH: Perfect work, Edna.

Just keep listening
to Nurse Highland.

And I've freed the chin.

You'll feel Baby turn in a moment.

Now.

Can you see his face?

It's a darling little face.

And now, one last
big, brave push for me

as soon as you're ready.

SHE YELLS

You've a handsome baby boy, Edna.

Why isn't he crying?

He's just a bit of a lazybones.

Come on, Prince Charming.

Let's show a little appreciation
for your mother.

She's been working her socks off.

BABY COUGHS

BABY CRIES

Oh, well done, Edna.

And well done, Nurse Highland.

Oh, he...he looks like his father.

Is that good or bad?

Let's just say
it's a useful reminder.

BABY CRIES

PHYLLIS: Nurse Corrigan,
would you keep

a kindly eye on Nurse Clifford
this week?

Make sure she doesn't overdo it
in regards to this campaign.

She's going at things
like a bull at a gate.

Oh...

Maybe she has to.

Maybe we all have to.

I know, I know.
I'm in ferment of apology,

but my daily wrestle
with public transport will soon be

a thing of the past.

Matthew is going to give me
driving lessons.

Brave man.

More demolition works?

Linton Road and Gateshead Road?

But I declared those houses
fit for human habitation

when I inspected them last year.
They were decent!

Where are the tenants supposed
to go?

They'll be eligible
to apply for flats

in the new tower blocks.

The tower blocks
that haven't been built yet?

It's not the council's fault
that there's a queue.

JOYCE: Six pounds and eight ounces.

It's normal for Baby
to lose a little weight

in the first few days.

I'm switching to the bottle anyway.

I need to get back to work.

We can give you some
stilbestrol and Epsom salts

to help dry up your milk.

It does seem very early
to be going back to work.

Have you thought any more about
applying for financial relief?

I wouldn't want to take it away
from those that really need it.

And have you thought of a name
for the little prince?

We'd agreed to call him Alistair
if it was a boy.

TRACEY COUGHS

And how are you doing, Tracey?

Excited to have a new baby brother?

Oh, poor mite seems
a little under the weather.

Shall I tuck her in bed for a nap?

Er, no, no, no. No, no.

She can sleep here.

Oh, you're up with the lark.

Not so much up
as haven't been to bed yet.

I've just finished a shift
at the homeless shelter.

I have enough time to change my suit

and have a cup of coffee
before I go to work.

Burning the candle
at both ends. Here.

On the house.

TRACEY COUGHS

BABY WAILS

Oh, good morning, Dr Turner.

I just had a telephone call
from Mr Ayub Khan.

His command of English is poor,

but between my Punjabi
and his Sylheti,

I think I discerned
his wife is complaining

of blurred vision
and severe headache.

I don't like
the sound of that at all.

23 Nightingale Terrace.

I'll reschedule
your early appointment.

COLETTE: Oh, I'm never
going to remember this!

You've still got a week.

Don't worry, I'll help you.

Now, come on,
or we'll be late for school.

Cyril, you have a cat, don't you?

I think the cat would say
it was the other way round.

What's its name?

Nigel.

What about his other names?

Colette is learning TS Eliot's poem

The Naming Of Cats for school.

Please will you sponsor me?
Put me down for a shilling.

And a pilchard from Nigel.

Morning, Mrs Khan.

I'm sorry to hear
you're still suffering.

The pain is so bad.

It is so bad I want to die.

What is he doing here?
Get him away from me.

It's the doctor!

Please, help her.

Mrs Khan, I promise I only want
to make you feel better.

But I have to examine you first

to try and find out what's wrong.

I'd like to shine a light
into your eyes.

Is that all right?

That's all good.

I'd like to have another feel
of your tummy, if I may.

And take another urine sample.

SHE HOWLS

If I give you a container,

might you be able
to use the toilet now?

Oh!

Please excuse
the state of my attire.

The moped and heavy showers
are not soulmates.

TRACEY COUGHING

Someone has a nasty cough.

RASPY BREATHING

She wasn't this bad earlier.

What do you think is wrong with her?

Might well be a chest infection.

Where's your nearest telephone?

There's a public one
on the ground floor.

You need to call an ambulance.

Explain that you have a young child
that's struggling to breathe.

I know, sweetheart.
Let's sit you up, if we can.

All right. Well done.

TRACEY COUGHS

Oh, my goodness.

Ah!

Let me take that. Thank you.

Now, come and sit down.

Perhaps your husband could fetch you
a glass of water.

Sahira!
It's best just to leave her.

What's happening?
She's having a seizure.

I need to transfer her to hospital.

Baby's asleep in the pram
just outside.

It's wheezy bronchitis.

According to the consultant,

they started antibiotics
as soon as she was on the ward.

She'll stay in the oxygen tent
until further notice.

Did he say she'll get better?

He said we have to wait

and see how she responds
over the next 24 hours.

Is wheezy bronchitis catching?

Could the baby get it?

I'm afraid it's caused
by living conditions,

especially damp and mould.

You've seen the bedroom?

I have been scrubbing that wall

for months and months,

writing to the council, calling in.

I should have saved time
and just wrung their bloody necks.

This is not your fault.

BABY CRIES

I need to be with Tracey,

but every time he cries,
I...I start leaking.

What am I supposed to do now?

Where am I supposed to go?

I've spoken with Dr Turner,
and if you're agreeable,

we can take Alistair
to the maternity home

for a few days.

All things considered,

I think it's the best solution
for all of you just now -

Alistair, Tracey and you.

There you are.

BABY GRIZZLES

It's all right.

SHE SHUSHES

Dr Turner, have you seen
Mrs Khan's urine sample?

It wasn't that colour
when she gave it to me.

Must have been exposed to sunlight.

Er, possibly.

It was briefly left on
the counter in the sluice room.

I think this could indicate
liver problems.

I'm sorry.

All visitors have to leave now.

Right.

Now...

The first thing to remember

is that a car is
a three-dimensional object.

Duly noted.

Thank you.

Good. Now, check the mirror.

Indicate.

Release the handbrake.

Gently press the accelerator

while slowly releasing the clutch.

Gently.

Sit here for a few moments.

We'll bring Master Alistair in
to you.

Mrs Bristow arrived
to visit her baby,

and I saw at once she has a fever.

Thank you, Miss Higgins.

I'll be with her directly.

BABY CRIES

JOYCE: Take him onto the ward?

He's halfway through his feed.

It wouldn't be advisable
to interrupt him.

Mrs Turner has advised it.

I think you'll find
she knows best

when it comes to balancing
the needs of mother

and baby. But in hospital...

You're not in hospital now,
Nurse Highland.

You've come to us to learn
that there is a different way.

This is mastitis.

It looks so sore.

And it really does feel
quite lumpy.

You'll need antibiotics,
which Doctor can prescribe.

And you must rest.

I can't rest. I didn't get
a wink of sleep last night

fretting about Tracey.

How is she doing? Critical.

But stable.

Can I see Alistair?

And as if by magic...

..your wish is my command.

He's just had
one and a half ounces.

So if that's his main course,

you can give him his dessert.

EDNA SOBS

Oh, Edna.

I am going to admit you.

You need to be with your baby.

And you need antibiotics,
good food, rest and care.

Yeah, but what about Tracey?

She could be dying.

You can't expect me to choose
between my children.

No-one's suggesting that.

In a perfect world,

we'd be looking after all of you
at home.

Yeah, but it isn't a perfect world,
is it?

It's a filthy, stinking,
mould-ridden world

that makes my children sick...

..and me ashamed
of the way I have to live.

MATTHEW: Gently. Slower.
Slow down.

Move out of the way
of the pavement.

SHE SIGHS

Mind the lady with the pram!

Brake, brake!

Oh!

Careful, careful.

HORN BLARES

TRIXIE: I'd be better in your car.

No, you wouldn't.

What gear am I in?
You're not in gear.

Get in gear!

HORN TOOTING

Uhh!
Calm down.

I am calm!

GEARS GRIND

Where am I going?

There's only one direction!

TYRES SQUEAL

CAT MEOWS

BOTH SIGH

CAT MEOWS

The tests on your urine sample

have revealed you have
a condition called porphyria.

It's a very rare
inherited liver disease

which results in the build-up
of toxic chemicals in the blood,

which cause damage to the nerves.

Is there a cure?

We can certainly relieve the pain,

and physiotherapy
will address the weakness

in your legs. But no cure?

My wife... She will die?

A severe attack
could be life-threatening,

but if you avoid the things
that make it worse,

you should be able to lead
a fairly normal life.

For example, certain medications

or hormonal changes
brought on by pregnancy.

Avoid pregnancy?

I would advise against
having any children

for the time being.

I'll speak with your GP.

Do you have an appointment?

No. I'm an extremely busy
health professional

striving to serve and support
a very deserving case.

LAUGHS: Everyone who comes here
is a very deserving case.

Or they think they are.

Perhaps you've met
Mrs Edna Bristow,

a mother of two tiny children

who has reported mould to you
time and time again.

And your advice
was to paint over it!

That is usual.
And is it usual for the mould

to keep coming back blacker
and more widespread every time,

until a child ends up in hospital
struggling to breathe?

That seems extreme.

It is the result
of extreme mismanagement!

Very possibly by the tenant.
Don't you dare

try and blame
your tenant for this.

Do you have children, sir?

I fail to see
how that is relevant.

You might, if you stopped
to imagine your own family

being forced to live like this!

I will send someone round
to inspect the premises,

but I'm entirely sure
they'll come to the same conclusion.

SHE SIGHS

Everybody has children.

To marry is to want children.

To marry is to say we will face
the things we do not know.

I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

Sorry that I cannot
give you a child

and be sure that I will live.

And I am sorry
that this pains you.

We must tell our parents.
They will advise us.

No. We will tell them nothing.

Why?

Because it is not their business.

And...

..because I'm ashamed.

POLICE OFFICER: Mind how you go.

Thank you. Sorry.

I explained that you were trying
to avoid the cat.

And he is going to let you off.

But I have to make a donation
to the Cats Protection League.

If you're going to try
to run over a policeman,

it's always best to choose one
with a sense of humour.

ENGINE STARTS
Ah, you can't possibly imagine

I'm going to let you
drive again after that.

Three-dimensional object
coming your way.

SHE GASPS

It's rumoured King George III
suffered from porphyria,

so your Sylheti patient might
be in very esteemed company.

Wasn't King George
completely insane?

Some people believe he suffered
from mental illness.

Well, he might have suffered
intermittent derangement

as a result of his condition,

but the fact remains...

..it could be a royal malady.

I'm not sure she'll find that
all that reassuring.

Any more news on Tracey?

She's starting to respond
to her antibiotics.

Hospital's the best place
for that poor child.

What's going to happen
when she's discharged?

She could be permanently asthmatic.

Someone looks in need
of a pick-me-up.

Thank you.

Matthew just gave me
my first driving lesson.

And it didn't go well?

I was thwarted
by a kamikaze cat,

and Matthew has just gone
in search of a coat hanger.

I see.

Taking instruction from loved ones

can always be challenging.

To say the least!

Have you never been tempted
to teach Violet how to drive?

I'd rather boil my own head.

SHE LAUGHS

I don't suppose you'd be willing
to give me lessons?

You're extremely patient
and calm in the face of danger.

I know, because I once saw you
eat Violet's fete bake

before a judge had had a chance
to try it.

Go on, then.

Don't tell Matthew.

He'd be terribly offended.

Mum's the word.

Mummy, I want to go home.

I know you do, love.

But...the doctors and nurses
need to make you better first.

I always say
there's nothing like your own bed

and your own toilet
when you're poorly.

You'll soon pick up.

The pain is better,
and my thoughts are clear.

I'm feeling very...fortunate.

I know you probably don't want
to discuss this yet.

But when you're ready,
I can help you with advice on

how to avoid unwanted pregnancy.

Unwanted pregnancy?

Sorry. I could have put that better.

Yes, you could.

I understand.

My whole life,
I've been waiting to be a mother.

It's what we're told women do.

It's all we know.

This news changes everything I am.

You understand nothing.

HORN BEEPS

Have a pleasant day, sir.

MATTHEW: Charming.

Ah, you get used
to impatient motorists,

working as a lollipop man.

I find that a sunny smile
usually unnerves them.

I wondered if you'd ever consider
offering driving lessons.

I've been teaching Trixie myself,

but, er, I'm extremely busy
with work

and I don't really have
the time to spare.

I'd remunerate you
for your troubles, of course.

Though I'd appreciate
if you offered

without mentioning
we'd had a conversation about it.

I'd be delighted
to teach her to drive,

and no re... required.

Thanks. Er...

You might reconsider the offer
after the first lesson.

Oh, look, I told you last time,
Pastor,

I don't give the Holy Spirit
house room.

And I'm not calling
in that capacity.

I've been sent by the housing
officer to assess your flat.

There are several ways
the water could be getting in.

If you don't object,
I'd like to take some photographs.

SCOFFS: For all the good it'll do.

When I complained, the housing
officer made out it was my fault.

I can assure you
my report will state otherwise.

DOORBELL

DOOR OPENS

Hello, Sister, come on in.

Greetings.

Sister Veronica sent us round
with some forms

for Mrs Bristow. She just told me

you weren't impressed
by the mould situation.

I am disgusted
by the mould situation.

If you don't mind, ladies,

I need to look behind the bed.

Er...what is that?

Stachybotrys chartarum.

It's a highly toxic black fungus

you find in drywall construction.

It roots in the plaster
and feeds on the moisture

before releasing spores.

That won't just be on the wall,
it'll be on the mattress.

Hmm.

This has to go.

It'll make everyone
in this flat ill.

All I ever did was clean.

The mould is not your fault,
Mrs Bristow.

It is the fault of bad building
and worse management.

BABY CRIES

As Rachel Carson said
in her book Silent Spring,

if humankind poisons nature,

nature will, in turn,
poison humankind.

And as my grandma used to say
in Trinidad,

is it the pig who makes the sty,
or the sty who makes the pig?

I can't see much
out of the back window.

Yeah, it's probably more important
to look out of the front.

GRINDING

Oh...

ENGINE OFF

It's all right. Take your time.

ENGINE STARTS

ENGINE REVS

GRINDING

Er... Whoa, that's...

I think technically
you'd call that a stop.

But...early days.

SHE SIGHS

Don't worry. Practice makes perfect.

Thank you, Fred.

HE SIGHS

In time with the bounce, Colette.

It'll help the words stick.

"Such as Peter, Augustus,

"Alonzo, or James,

"Such as Victor or Jonathan..."

Kissed the girls and made them cry.

George!

"Or Bill Bailey -

"All of them sensible
everyday names."

Let's leave it there for tonight.

But you're doing so well.

And with all those sponsors,

I'm sure you're going to make
lots of cats very happy.

National assistance forms.

I feel like a beggar. I feel like
I'm asking for charity.

I've been to the flat above,
the flat below,

and the flats on either side.

They're all bad,
but none as bad as yours.

I keep thinking that...

..I don't want Tracey to come home.

I'd rather she stayed in hospital

where she isn't getting poison
in her lungs.

What kind of mother
does that make me?

A mother
in an impossible situation.

I can't even afford
a new mattress.

She's going to have to sleep
on the settee cushions.

Not if you fill in these forms
and accept this money.

Mrs Bristow, your children have
the right to a decent home.

Their father let them down.

Society must not do that.

There was mould in Trinidad,
just like there is here,

and we painted over it too.

Bright pink, ochre,

turquoise blue.

It came back again and again,

like the rust on the roof.

The mould in Ireland
was always green.

You could call it patriotic,
at a pinch!

It's why I love hospitals.

That beautiful smell of antiseptic.

The squeak of the spotless lino
underneath your shoes.

Everything is so safe
and so under control.

You really do want to be a matron,
don't you?

Maybe.

But Edna Bristow's case
has made me think.

Can you really nurse a person
if you don't know who they are?

Can you do your best work

if you don't know
where they come from

or what they'll go home to?

DOOR OPENS

I called in at the nurses' hostel

to follow up on the leaflets
I left there,

and there's going to be
an enormous turnout

for the Imperial meeting.

Almost enough to fill
a chartered coach!

You're going to charter a coach?
No, we can't afford to.

But 23 of us are going to meet
at the Poplar tube.

Make that 24.

25. Just...

..don't tell Nurse Crane.

ALL LAUGH

You can't sleep on the sofa
for ever.

Well, I can hardly put her
back in the bedroom.

She's only just been discharged
from hospital.

And she's on oral antibiotics?

Mm. For another week.

This is quite simply unacceptable.

Ta-da!

Third time lucky!

JOYCE: Yes, Trixie!

MATTHEW: Trixie.

Matthew!

Sorry, I was just, um...

Me too.

You're fiddling with your ear.

That almost always means
you're hiding something.

Right. Well, I'd best be off.

Um, Violet needs me
to do something

down at the old, uh, shop.

BOTH: I asked Fred to...

..give me driving lessons.
..give you driving lessons.

MATTHEW LAUGHS

VIOLET: I shall

be raising this at the next
Housing Committee meeting,

which happens to be tomorrow.

It's a very comprehensive report
by Mr Robinson.

It's an absolutely dreadful story.

It's not a story.

It's happening here and now,
and words are not enough.

Action is what's needed.

I've already spoken
to the medical officer for health

in the borough.

Was that really necessary?

I mean, these flats are the best
that Poplar has to offer.

Half the people coming to see me
here

would give their right arm
for one of these.

Yes. And possibly their lungs.

So I would imagine
it would be rather humiliating

for the council
if their shiny new buildings

were declared as unfit
for human habitation,

as the Victorian slums
they replaced.

I'll see what I can do.

You must take some sweets with you.

My mother keeps sending parcels,

and she forgets
that we do not like them.

She has sent a tabiz, Sahira.

It's like a charm.

To help me conceive.

You must tell your mother.

I cannot tell my mother
if you do not.

Why do we need to tell them at all?

So that we can become
the talk of two villages?

No.

We live here now.

This is our new life,
and we will succeed in it.

I will not be made to feel
like a failure for a disease

that is not my fault -

by your parents, by mine,

or by you.

If you falter, you are a weak man.

And I do not want to be married
to a weak man.

Because I am strong.

Tomorrow, will you come?

Sahira's not so sick now.

This will be my last visit
for a while.

Hopefully, a long while.

The rest is up to you now.

Milk and two sugars,
did you say? Yes, please.

You wouldn't believe
the strings I had to pull

to get a builder in so quickly.

You clearly know people
in all the right places.

Well, as do you.

Perhaps you should consider
running for mayor.

When I couldn't get hold
of the medical officer,

I tried the mayor
and got very short shrift.

His tenure is coming to a close.

I thought you said

that you'd spoken
with the medical officer.

Sometimes, for the sake
of the greater good,

one has to be...slightly
creative with the truth.

Hmm.

"When you notice a cat
in profound meditation

"The reason, I tell you,
is always the same

"His mind is engaged
in a rapt contemplation

"Of the thought,
of the thought,

"of the thought of his name

"His ineffable effable

"Effanineffable

"Deep and inscrutable
singular name."

Meow.

TEACHER: Well done, Colette.

We've certainly got
the mastitis on the run.

And your family are back
where they belong.

It's OK, love.
You can go in there now.

Would you mind
if we weighed Alistair before we go?

Yeah, I'm afraid I would.

I've decided to call him
Nicholas instead.

Alistair was the name
my husband chose for him,

and I never really liked it.

Or my husband, if I'm honest.

You be as honest as you like, honey.

Is there a reason
why you chose Nicholas?

It means "victory of the people".

When we had to go into battle...

..my children helped us to win.

I'll start a new folder
with his new name.

There's nothing nicer
than a fresh start.

What do you think, Mrs Wallace?

Social worker?

I need to get out
of the Housing Department.

I want to build better lives
for people,

not be complicit
in trapping them in squalor.

This says "training provided".

What is going to happen to
the church while you're doing that?

Mostly, I'll be learning on the job.

Any study will be part-time,

and all of this is dependent
on my being accepted.

You will be accepted,

because all this is all God's doing.

Just like our new church building
is God's doing.

Our new church building?

I went to St Oswald's
and spoke to the vicar,

and they are going to allow us
to use their church twice a month.

That sounds like
Mrs Wallace's doing to me.

This is good news for all of us.

Except that cat.
Nigel's not invited?

Uh-uh. No.

Oh.

I am starving.

What's for dinner?
Oh, I'm sorry, Fred.

I've had things on my mind.

I'm thinking...about running
for mayor.

Mayor?

There's a stretch
of the imagination.

Why is it a stretch
of the imagination?

Still, you're a dab hand
at cutting ribbons.

Fred!

There is so much more to it
than that.

It's about a bigger chance
to stand up for people

that can't stand up for themselves.

It's about leading other councillors

so that they can do the right thing.

And if you don't believe
that I can do that,

then you don't believe
in the power and the passion

of ordinary people.

Violet...

..you're not an ordinary person.

You are...magnificent.

Will you support me, Fred?

Even if I end up lady mayoress.

Thank you, Fred.

Now, help me with these,

because they won't unwrap
themselves.

Sahira! Look at you
back up on your hind legs.

My husband said he needed
my assistance at the stall.

He said he's good
with the mathematics,

but with people not so much.

If we support each other,
we will succeed.

That's the best thing
I could possibly hear you say.

I hope you will come to us
for shoes.

We will offer you a discount.

That's the second-best thing.

My wife is a good woman.

And... How you say in English...?

HE SPEAKS SYLHETI

My bark is worse than my bite.

ALL LAUGH

SINGING

MATURE JENNIFER:
Sometimes life expands

and embraces us in unexpected ways.

We can be more. We can know more.

We are shown more.

Togetherness is the key
to all of this.

It opens doors,
makes progress possible.

Together, we can forge
a brighter future.

Together, we can find out
our essential worth.

Is it a one-horse race?

No, Councillor Regan, it is not.

I am also running.

He is the worst kind
of slum landlord.

Her hip sockets haven't formed
around her thighbone.

But she looks completely normal.

You look a bit off colour, Fred.

FRED: We're going to pull together

to get your mum through
this mayor malarkey.

She wants to win.