All language subtitles for Call the Midwife S14E05

CHILDREN SQUEAL

MATURE JENNIFER: Not every parting
is a sorrow,

and not every ending is
a time for tears.

Who does not recall the joy
of the close of summer term?

The running out of school,

the absence of a backward glance?

It was a conclusion,
but also a commencement.

The start of empty days

and unaccounted time.

Of something wonderful
that beckoned,

awaiting our embrace.

Hello?

Mrs Baldwin?

Hello, Sister.

How can I help ya?

Ah, Reggie!
Are you home for the summer?

For six weeks!

Mum said I have to help to feed
Cyril's cat.

If he stays in Jamaica any longer,

that cat is going to forget
who he is.

I've got my truancy hat on,
I'm afraid.

I'm told that Tracy and Silvia
missed a lot of school last term,

and I've been asked to have a word
with you about their attendance.

I'm sorry, but it's the holidays
now, isn't it?

We'll turn over a new leaf
in September.

We know how important school is,
Sister.

I'll make sure to put that
in your notes.

But it does seem that
I was sent at an opportune time.

I didn't realise you were expecting,
Mrs Baldwin,

and I don't believe you're
on our books.

Would you like me to arrange you
a midwife visit?

Thank you, Sister,
but, no, that won't be necessary.

Are you sure?

I got a chance at a job
in Birmingham

so we'll be gone in a few days.

BOTH: # I will both lay me down
in peace

# And sleep for thou, Lord

# Only makest me dwell in safety. #

It would seem that the ladies
of Poplar

are not reading their newspapers.

The Peel Report is telling them

they should be choosing
hospital births over home births.

And yet, our maternity roster
is busier than ever.

Add summer staff shortages
to the mix

and we've got ourselves
a good game of holiday hopscotch.

SHE CHUCKLES

We call it that because every summer

our workload goes up
just as our numbers go down.

Right. Well, I suggest we HOP to it!

Oh, Sister Veronica,
Sister Julienne,

might we have a brief word?

Meanwhile, Sister Veronica has
brought a new case to my attention.

Would you like to fill us in on
Mrs Eva Baldwin, Sister?

The whole family are squatting in a
disused warehouse on Queen's Wharf.

No electricity, no running water.

Mrs Baldwin looks to be full term,

but when offered a midwife visit,
she declined.

We need to visit again.

She may not think she needs care,
but she does.

And it's our job to persuade her.

I'd make you a cuppa, Mrs Turner,
but I'm afraid I overslept

and now our morning routine
has fallen by the wayside.

Not to worry, Mrs Desmond.

We have plenty of time.

Good morning, Mr Desmond.

I'd make you that cup of tea
if I could.

And I'd also dance you
round the room in a Viennese waltz.

Oi! Stop your flirting or you won't
get your teeth brushed.

THEY CHUCKLE

Sorry, Sister, I said
I don't want no visit.

We can keep things very simple.
It won't take very long.

No, thanks.

A blood pressure reading

and a listen to Baby's heartbeat

can tell us so much.

And she's telling you
she's not interested!

She's got a right to say no
to a check-up, hasn't she?

You can't force her against
her will.

No, Mr Baldwin.

Of course we can't.

Very well.

You'll find details of how to send
for us when the time comes.

We're always happy to answer
questions.

We have done this before.

Oh, Mrs Baldwin!
Have you hurt yourself?

Oh, er, I tripped up.

I put my hand out to stop myself.

I get clumsy when I'm in
the family way.

You know where to find us.

The telephone is always answered,
day or night.

Thanks.

I've dressed the bed sores
on your heels.

They're only superficial wounds,

but we don't want them
getting any worse.

I've brought some sheepskin pads
to keep under each foot.

And I'll need to keep changing the
dressing until they're on the mend.

I have been trying change
to his position more often.

She's been very diligent about it.

You're doing an excellent job,
Betty.

We may only have one pair of arms
and legs between us,

but we've got two brains
and two hearts.

We muddle through.

You do a lot better than that.

Two years after our wedding,
he caught polio.

I'm not a churchgoer,
but I made a bargain with God.

I said, "If you save my Owen,

"I will never complain about
anything again."

He may be paralysed from the
neck down, he can't even breathe

without this contraption,
but he's never once complained.

Nor have I.

Don't listen to her.
She complains all the time.

That's enough lip from you.

You're looking at me funny,
Mrs Turner.

Have I mucked up my mascara?

I see what you mean.

Next to you, I do look a little bit
yellow.

I could be mistaken, but I do wonder
whether you could be jaundiced.

I've had jaundice before
when I had gallstones.

I'd say it's worth getting checked,
just to be safe.

Shall I have a word with Dr Turner?

Oh, I can't leave Owen on his own.

But our neighbour comes on a
Tuesday,

so I can get to the library
and the shops.

Let me see what I can arrange.

CHILDREN SQUEAL
Where do you think

they get their energy from?

They haven't been in a maternity
ward since eight in the morning. Hm.

Oh! Might I remind you both
that this is a medical

and religious establishment,
not the seafront at Skegness?

If you want to lounge about,

I suggest you do it in the privacy
of our back yard.

Now, that's a good shot!

Do you think that's supposed
to be a javelin?

Yes. And those are hurdles.

The Commonwealth Games haven't
even started yet.

They don't start for another
few weeks.

Well, that might be so,
Nurse Clifford,

but every elite athlete knows
the importance of a good warm-up.

SHE CHUCKLES

Sister...

Please, Harry, remember, we file in
front of the letter, never behind.

Still no sign of my nine o'clock?

We are about to black-mark her.

I see you're learning quickly,
Harry.

They don't teach filing at
dental school,

but I'm hoping I'll get
the hang of it.

I have the reputation of a certain
Timothy Turner to live up to.

Well, as I recall, Timothy used
to get bored with office work

and beg me to take him
on house calls.

You'd be very welcome to join me
in your lunch break sometimes,

if that's of interest?

I'd very much like to do that.

DOOR OPENS
Hello?

Am I late? I'm so sorry.

I had to wait for my neighbour
to look after my husband.

Doctor is waiting.

If it is solitude you seek,
I will not disturb.

I seek only to inform you
that a breakfast plate

was set aside for you some time ago.

Thank you, Sister.

Or perhaps you have no appetite?

I have noticed you have not been
praying of late.

You seem disquieted.

Something is awry.

You hide in your office,

you do not join us for recreation.

You seem...

..depleted in some way.

You're right, Sister.

I am depleted and I'm frustrated
by the Peel Report

promoting hospital births
over home births.

It seems to disregard our
very purpose as community midwives.

But we have weathered greater storms
than the Peel Report.

There is more to this malaise.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Did you want me in here for the
study session, Sister Julienne?

I'm sorry.
I was waiting outside your office.

How long ago did the pain
in your tummy start?

A few months ago,
same as the pain in my back.

I thought it was all the typing
I do!

I set my own business...up,
after Owen had polio.

SHE GROANS SOFTLY

I haven't had to see Owen
for a few months now,

which is always a good sign.

He's doing a correspondence course
in poetry at the moment.

It keeps us both busy.
I'm enjoying it as much as he is.

We're learning all about
Shakespeare's sonnets.

A shared hobby is a wonderful thing.

Nigel, breakfast time!

Oh! Mrs Buckle?

Oh, Cyril!

I'm so sorry. I should have sent
word of my return.

Yes, you should!
You nearly gave me a coronary.

Oh, we've missed you.
Where have you been?

I had to extend my stay because
Lucille's mother passed away.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, poor Lucille. Was it unexpected?

Yes, it was.

She must have been so glad
that you were there.

Yes.

I suppose she was.

Could your neighbour stay
with Owen for a bit longer?

I expect so. Sid's always very good.

In that case, I think
we should send you to St Cuthbert's

for some blood tests and an X-ray.

Straight away?

I think it would be wise.

Hello. Who are you?

I'm Sister Catherine. Who are you?

Reggie. Yussuf's hurt his head.

Oh? Come in.

Move the queen diagonally forward.

To the left!
HE CHUCKLES

You got me.

While the cat's away, eh, boys?

Checkmate.

I was starting to worry about you.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I feel I've been poked and prodded
all afternoon.

They had to do all sorts of tests
and X-rays.

What sort of tests and X-rays?

Oh, liver and stomach

and all the reasons a person might
have for turning yellow, I suppose.

Well, that sounds serious.

I can stay a bit longer
if you need to have a lie down.

No, no, I'll go get the tea on.

You must be starving, love.

It's only a graze.

But you're a very brave chap.

He's lucky he didn't end up
in casualty.

Right, Yussuf. Your mother will be
wondering where you are.

I'll walk him home.
I'll come with you.

Perhaps on the way you can deliver
a sermon on the perils

of throwing plastic plates at
high speed across the forecourt.

It wasn't a plastic plate.
It was a discus.

Of course it was.

Owen, they found something

at the hospital, on the X-ray.

They called it a mass.

Why didn't you say?

I'm saying now, aren't I?

I don't know what it means.

They want me to come back

in a few days.

What else did they say?
Nothing. That's it.

They don't know any more yet.

Put your hand in mine, Bet.

I love you, Bet.

You're not wearing the same clothes
as the other nuns.

I'm a postulant.

It means I have to qualify to become
a real nun.

How?

Well, there are lots of things
you have to do,

but mainly you have to demonstrate

how much you love Jesus.

How do you do that?

By loving him, I suppose, and
letting that love grow every day.

Did you always love Jesus?

No.

I was supposed to just be a nurse.

My sister Helen and I spent

our childhood playing
doctors and nurses.

She always said I was born to be
a nurse.

But, then, when I was
doing my training, I discovered God.

What did Helen say?

She was surprised.

My whole family were.

They were quite upset because, well,

we don't really see each other
any more.

Nuns aren't allowed to live
with their families.

Do you miss them? Yes, of course.

I miss them every day.
You must really love Jesus.

Who's the secret admirer?

These are for Reggie
from Yussuf Khan's mum,

to thank him for taking care of him
last night.

Er, hang on. We're meant to be going
to the cash-and-carry?

I have matters to attend to.

Last night's little escapade
with Reggie and Yussuf has, er,

given me an idea.

I've not had a chance to
check his dressings.

I've been glued to my
bloody typewriter all morning.

Her M's have gone funny.

Her "M"s?

The M key isn't printing properly.

How are you feeling, Mrs Desmond?

Can we go in the other room?

LOW CHATTER

Mrs Buckle!

Huh! Cyril!

I wanted to speak to you regarding
the Commonwealth Games.

The Commonwealth Games?

The people of Poplar are gripped
with a mania for athletics,

particularly the children.

They're all long-jumping
and shot-putting all over the place.

Children do like to imitate what
they see the grown-ups doing.

Well, it's proving rather dangerous.

So, I was thinking,

if the children are so determined
to leap over crates

and hurl objects at each other,

perhaps they could do it in a more
official and supervised capacity.

You mean as a council play scheme?

Exactly!

As an official council play scheme,

organised by your department.

SHE CHUCKLES

I knew you'd think it
was a good idea.

Good day.

A mass means a tumour, doesn't it?
And a tumour means cancer.

And I can't have cancer
because of Owen.

Betty, we're going to take this
one step at a time.

When are you expecting the results
from the blood tests?

They said they'd send a letter
and then there'd be an appointment.

But I can't bear the wait
and I can't go back there

because I can't take my husband
with me.

Take a moment or two
to compose yourself.

Then go and sit with Owen,
while I make a telephone call.

I don't mean to be rude, Sister,

but I did say I didn't want
any home visits.

But you're entitled to them.

And when you mentioned
some clumsiness last time,

I thought perhaps I ought
to call again.

There's nothing the matter
with the baby.

Nah, I can feel it kicking.

So it's doing fine.
I...I'm doing fine.

I know you're just trying
to help me, Sister,

but I've survived a lot worse
than a bruised wrist.

Including Holloway Prison.

I see.

It left me with a dislike of people
telling me what to do.

Er, we hold a clinic on a Tuesday
at St Oswald's Hall, Poplar.

We provide milk tokens
and orange juice for children.

If you ever have any concerns...

..you can find me there.

DOORBELL RINGS

I spoke to the hospital this evening

and they agreed that
I could talk to you in person.

Thank you, Doctor.

The tests at the hospital

did confirm a blockage, or a mass,
in the head of your pancreas.

And the problem has spread
to your liver.

It is cancer, I'm afraid, Betty.

I'm sorry, love.

Me too.

LOUD CLATTER

I thought you were working tonight.

You said you'd stay out the pub.

You promised! Yeah, you promised
you'd behave yourself.

Which means no whining
and no backchat.

You're tired.

Why don't you go and lie down?

Because I'm in my own home.

And I'm not scared of you.

Please, Vin, don't.

You'll scare the girls.

You'll scare 'em!

SHE SHRIEKS

You don't expect a shock like this
twice in one lifetime.

I remember the first time
they told me Owen had polio.

I was sitting in that waiting room

and I thought I'd never see him
again.

HE SNIFFLES

Dr Turner...

..what's the treatment?

This can't be treated with any
real hope of a cure.

So there won't be anything
aggressive,

anything to give you side effects
that make you feel worse.

We might even be able to make Betty

feel more comfortable...for a while.

Did we find out too late?

We so often do with this
type of cancer.

Please don't make me go to hospital.

I can't leave Owen.
SHE SOBS

Betty, we will find a way
through this.

You and me and Dr Turner and Owen.

It's her turn to need me now.

SHE SIGHS

Thank you, sweetheart.

This is what happens when you
run about

and you don't watch where
you're going.

It's why I'm always telling you both
to be careful.

Let me not to the marriage of
true minds

Admit impediments, love is not love

Which alters when it alteration
finds

VOICE BREAKS: Or bends with the
remover to remove.

O no, it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests
and is never shaken.

SHE SNIFFLES

I know this sounds awful,
but I never thought I'd go first.

I thought I'd end up in this house
on my own.

I'd be an old lady with hobbies.

Maybe I'd have a cat.

You'd replace me with a cat!

A handsome cat.

Not too handsome.

How am I supposed to live
without you, Bet?

You're the reason I keep going.

The reason I take breath
after breath after breath

I could say exactly the same.

Morning imbibements -
served on the dot of 11!

I get the impression you're living
from coffee to coffee at the moment.

Or possibly from Daily Office
to Daily Office.

You noticed my haste to get into
compline last night.

I did.

We've all noticed you seem...

..under strain.

I'm tired.

I'm worse than tired. I am...

Sometimes, only prayer makes sense

because I feel I have mislaid
any other purpose.

What good do we do?

What difference do we make?

To people like Eva Baldwin?

Needing everything we have to give
and refusing to take it?

I have known so many Eva Baldwins.

I have helped so many Eva Baldwins.

And yet still the Eva Baldwins
keep on coming,

and I am powerless.

They keep on coming,
and we keep on going.

That is the pact we make.

But it's not easy.

No.

MUSIC: It's All In The Game
by the Four Tops

# Many a tear has to fall

# But it's all in the game

# All in the wonderful game

# That we know
That we know as love

# Then he'll kiss your lips

# And caress your waiting fingertips

# And your heart
Your heart's got to fly

# Fly away

# Come on, sing it now

# Doo-doo-doo-doo

# Doo-doo-doo-doo

# Oh, yeah

# Doo-doo-doo-doo

# Doo-doo-doo-doo

# Doo-doo-doo-doo... #

The Co-op cards go in here.

Keep them separate.
DOOR OPENS

Then you can join Dr Turner.

Is this the clinic?
SHE WINCES

Oh, I'm too late? On the contrary.

You've arrived in what is known as
just in the nick of time.

Harry.

May I take your name?

Eva Baldwin.

Mrs Baldwin?

Sister, we have another patient.
Would you take her children?

Erm, please, come with me.

THUNDER RUMBLES

I had a show this morning.

But there was blood in it.

I don't remember seeing that
with the other two.

Are you worried that the baby
has been hurt?

I can see someone has hurt you.

I can stand all sorts of things...

..but the baby can't.

SHE WINCES

Everything seems to be
as it ought to be,

but your cervix is dilating
and the baby is on its way.

I want to take you straight
to the maternity home.

Oh, I can't have it there!
I have to get home.

Vin doesn't even know I'm here.
He will kill me.

SHE GROANS

She was as sick as a dog again.

The same as yesterday.

I haven't got Owen
anything to eat yet.

You leave him to me.

Nobody starves on my watch.

It's all right, Betty.

Let's just concentrate on you.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Eva. Eva, stop!
The maternity home is not far.

No, I told you. If Vincent finds out
I've been with you,

he'll think I've told you
everything. He... He'll kill me.

Eva...

..you're in labour!

You can't walk all the way home.
I won't let you.

I told you, I don't like being told
what to do!

And I don't like mothers wilfully
putting themselves

and their babies in danger!

Childbirth brings inherent risks.

If you refuse my help,
I can't answer for the outcome!

I'm not asking you to!

I'm not asking you for anything!

SHE GROANS

This blood sample should give us

a few clues about what's going on
with your liver.

And then you are to rest.

Owen's under orders to snitch to me
if you don't.

I shall be filing a full report.

You are to lie on this bed
where he can see you.

This isn't a fair fight.
It's two against one.

Er, three against one,
if you don't mind.

SHE WINCES

Ah, I am going to give you
something for the pain before I go.

Where've you been?! Why's SHE here?
SHE GROANS

Mr Baldwin, your wife is in labour.

I bumped into her on the street
and I brought her home.

We will need newspapers, clean
towels and in due course, hot water.

What have you been telling her?

I told her nothing!
I couldn't shake her off.

Right, she's my wife.
This is my home.

I'll decide what goes on in it.

Your wife is my patient.

And I will decide what is
best for her and her infant.

And I suppose you think
it's best for her

if I clear of out of here, do ya?

On balance, yes, I do.

SHE GROANS

I'm going down the pub.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

SHE GROANS

There is a breathing device
called a cuirass.

It's a hard shell that locks
around the torso

to expand the lungs and move air
in and out.

Like the iron lung? Well, yes.

It's the same idea,
but it's portable.

We hadn't considered it for
Owen before,

because there were risks involved
and, well, he was stable as he was.

Do you know how this works?

I think I can work it out.

The experts are all
at St Thomas' Hospital.

Can you find out who
the senior consultant is

and arrange for me to speak to him?
Of course.

But, erm...

SWITCH CLICKS

But, erm, if Mr Desmond is
paralysed from the neck down,

then what difference
would the cuirass really make?

Medically, none.

But it would mean that he could be
in a wheelchair

and hold his wife's hand
while she lies in bed.

And dies? Yes.

I held my father's hand
in his last days.

It could not cure him...

..but it felt like medicine
for both of us.

Baby's head is coming closer
with every push.

The girls. Are they all right?

The girls are playing in the corner.

You're bringing them
a new baby brother or sister, Eva.

You're doing so well.

SHE GROANS

Remember, save your energy,
keep it low down, breathe...

..and push.

Keep it coming!

SHE GROANS

BABY CRIES

You have another beautiful daughter.

BABY CRIES

That's your cardie! It will wash.

Thank you for staying with me.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologise.

All is well.

BABY CRIES

Oh! Oh...

Oh, I reckon it's the afterbirth.

LINE RINGS

Petticoat tails! Thank you, Auntie!

I've been waiting for ages.

The afterbirth just comes out
with a big squelch usually.

Eva, I want you to
lie on your back for me.

Keep very still...

..and hold her close
to keep her warm.

It seems Baby has brought
a brother or sister

along with her for the ride.

You're having twins, Eva. Twins?

No, no.

SHE GROANS

BABY CRIES

How can it be twins?

How are we going to look after 'em?

Vince will go mad!

SHE GASPS

Baby seems to be lying across
your womb, rather than head down.

Is that bad?

Not at all, but I want you to move
further down

and open your knees

so I can do an internal examination.

SHE WINCES AND GROANS

I'm so sorry.

I'll do this as quickly as I can.

It seems Baby's hand and foot
are going to be coming first.

It should be the head, shouldn't it?

We're going to work together -
you, me and the baby.

But I'm going to write a note
for the girls to go and fetch help.

The girls?

We need help. We have no choice.

You must stick together.

But hurry. It's very important.

Go. Please hurry!

Cyril!

Oh, you look like you're going
somewhere special.

I'm meeting some friends
from church.

I've been meaning to come
and find you,

but I've been rushed off my feet
ever since I got back.

And now Mrs Buckle has me organising
the Poplar Commonwealth Games.

Ah, yes, I heard about that.

Sounds like great fun. Yeah.

Poplar must look a bit grey
after Jamaica.

It rains there too.

I suppose you're too busy to join us
back at the homeless shelter?

I've been looking out for you.

I'm sorry, I... There's just
too much on my plate.

I hope you have a lovely evening
with your friends.

BABY CRIES SOFTLY

SHE GROANS

I'm afraid Baby won't be moved.

I'm going to have to give
a helping hand.

Are you going to try
and pull it out?

I wouldn't describe it
quite like that,

but I need to work internally
to try and line Baby up.

If it doesn't work,
will the baby die?

Will I die?

You don't have to worry

about any of that,

because this is going to work.

Just tell me what to do,
and I'll do it.

Just breathe when I tell you,

and push when I tell you.

SHE CRIES OUT

SHE WHIMPERS

Ahh!

Oh! That was the waters breaking.

Well done. Baby's moving.

Baby is feet first.

Now I want you to push with
the next contraction.

When you're ready. Mm-hm, mm-hm.

SHE GROANS

SHE SOBS

Well done. Baby's coming.

We need to move you over,

so that your bottom is on
the edge of the sofa.

I need you to push now...

..with everything you've got.

Well done.

Well done!

Baby's body is out.

You're almost there, Eva.

We just need the head
to come down using gravity

and a few small pushes.

Small push now.

That's it.

SHE STRAINS

One more.

SHE GROANS AND SOBS

And head!

You've done it.

You have another daughter.

Is she all right?

Is she all right?

BABY WAILS
Oh!

Here she is.

Here she is.

BABY CRIES

Keep her warm.

Wh-Why is she so small?

Is it because of Vincent?

Is it my fault?

It's not uncommon for one of them
to be smaller than the other.

Sometimes one of the babies
takes more of the goodness,

leaving the other with very little.

This little one will have
to go in an incubator.

BABIES CRY

And this one, too.
Keep both your babies warm.

I'll go and see that help
is on its way,

once we've delivered the afterbirth.

I have just had a rather
extraordinary conversation

with Dr Padfield from St Thomas'.

What did he say?
Do not keep us in suspense.

He has a cuirass that could be
a good fit for Mr Desmond.

And given the urgency
of the situation,

he has even agreed to come up
to Poplar tomorrow.

Nothing like a peppermint water
when you're feeling queasy.

It's such a nice, fresh taste.

Thank you.

I haven't been outside this lung

or this room or this house
for 17 years.

That's a long time.

With the device,
will she see me sitting up?

I could be by her side?

Yes. I could do more to help her?

Yes.

I want to try it.

W-Wait!

Oh, stop! Stop!

I found them wondering around
on Blackwell Street.

We phoned for the ambulance.

I was just bringing 'em
home to you now.

There we are.

Tucked up together
like bunnies in a burrow.

I've just come from St Cuthbert's.

Twin number two is stable
and in an incubator.

She's being tube-fed.

Meanwhile, twin number one has been
breast-feeding like a champ!

Mother is recovering by the minute.

It reminded me of delivering
babies in the Blitz.

Squalor and deprivation everywhere.

And nothing...

..but training and faith
to get us through.

But you did get through.

Now go home and rest.

For the first time in a long time,

I'm not tired at all.

Is he all right? Owen?

You're doing heroic work there,
Mr Desmond.

Are you sure he's all right,
Doctor? Yes.

He is breathing well.

It's the same as the lung,
Mr Desmond?

Yes. I...

Is it working? Yes, Bet.

I've come off my trusty iron horse,
and...I'm still here.

Well, are you going to come over
here and see me, or what?

Aren't you going to say thank you
to Sister Julienne?

She saved my life...
and the twins' lives!

How long are you going
to keep her in for?

We recommend another ten days.

Ten days? I need to work.

No, you don't.

You need to drink.

Watch it, Eva! Or what?

You going to hit me again?

Throttle me?

I look after you. Do you?

I nearly died last night.

And now you need to take care
of your daughters.

If you can't do that...

..then just go.

We don't need you and...

..we don't want you.

If I go, I won't come back.

I think that's for the best.

BABY FUSSES, DOOR OPENS

DOOR SHUTS

I suppose I hadn't realised
how much of medicine is about

understanding people, and the way
that they connect with one another.

That is exactly right, Harry.

In family practice, you must always,
always think what's best

not just for the family,
but for this family.

In dentistry, we are always told
that the mouth is only part

of the whole patient.

But in general medicine,

even the whole patient is part
of something greater.

That's right.

And that's what makes
this job worthwhile.

I gave her that crystal butterfly
when we first met.

I didn't know she still had it.

I thought I knew every
inch of her face,

but even Betty looks new from here.

All these things I didn't know.

But so many things you do know,
Mr Desmond.

You know when she's thirsty,
when she's cold.

You accurately predicted, just now,
that she needed to sleep.

We are here to be your
arms and legs,

but it is you who
is in charge of her care.

She has a pair of bedsocks.

She always wears them,
even in the summer.

I used to make fun of her.

They're dark blue.

I shall go and look
in her chest of drawers.

Look who's back from hospital.

Hello.

She was born with so little,
but she fought and fought.

She's a fighter.

That's what they said
at the hospital, Mrs Baldwin.

They said she's a fighter.

I never had a family growing up.

My mum died young, and...

..I had no brothers or sisters.

No-one to tell me where
I was going wrong.

But you girls, you have each other.

No matter what.

TEARFULLY: I'm never going to hear
her voice again, am I?

I wish we'd known someone
with a tape-recorder.

When she would read,

she had the most beautiful
reading voice you've ever heard.

Now you must keep reading, Owen.

She can still hear you.

Let me not to the marriage of
true minds

Admit impediments...

HE SOBS

LINE RINGS

OVER PHONE: 445, Cantwell residence.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Can I speak to Helen?

Sandra?

Dad, please don't hang up.

I-I just want to speak to Helen,
just for a minute...

CALL ENDS

She's at peace now, Owen.

And now I have to keep
on breathing.

And you have started already.

And she is right there
in your heart.

It makes me so happy
to see you again.

But why are you still here?
It's late.

I have not yet finished
writing tomorrow's sermon.

Something's troubling you.

Ever since you returned,

you seem like you're worrying
about something.

What is it?

I'm not sure if I can serve as a
pastor here for much longer.

Why?

When I was in Jamaica,

Lucille asked me for a divorce.

Oh, Cyril.

I'm sorry to hear this.

She does not wish to return
to London,

and I do not wish
to live in Jamaica.

Many couples are faced with this
predicament these days.

Is there not a compromise
you can reach?

I'm afraid not.

How will the congregation
view me if I am a...

..divorced man?

They will view you as
they've always viewed you.

As their pastor.

Don't worry about what other people
will judge to be right or wrong.

You can only do as you judge...
in your heart.

Flags of many nations,
all present and correct!

Morning, ladies! Good morning!

Oh, those medals look just
like the real thing!

Edinburgh, eat your heart out!

I think we all deserve a
gold medal just for handicrafts!

Phew! Speak for yourself,

I've never really been one for
cutting and sticking.

Or doing things with chalk,

so you can stop with your looking
hopefully in my direction!

My running track got washed away
by the rain!

And I need to mark it out
all over again.

I'll help!

I remember doing this
on sports days.

Thank you.

Feet.

Harry, I'm impressed with
your commitment to your studies.

Yes, but there's something
I want to let you know.

What is it?
I have been thinking.

I want to change my course
from dentistry to medicine.

I want to become a doctor,
a family doctor.

Oh, Harry!

In my view, that is quite
wonderful news.

But what will your mother think?

And what will the university say?

I'll book a telephone call
to my mother.

But at the university,
the first year of medicine

and the first year of dentistry
are almost the same.

I have heard of
other people changing.

Well, you have my absolute approval.

And it may not
be my place to say it,

but I know you'd have
your father's blessing, too.

It is your place, Grandma.

You know me now,
better even than you knew him.

We are family.

There are hostels for families
in your situation and, erm,

we can register you for
financial support.

Sister Veronica will discuss
this with you.

I know it's going to take time
to sort out our lives.

Get the girls out of foster care.

But I'll do it.

And I'm so grateful
for everything you've done.

A nurse from the Leonard Cheshire
care home will be travelling

with you in the ambulance.

The iron lung will be moved
and ready when you get there.

Mrs Turner.

I wanted to give you
this parting gift.

I'm afraid I took the liberty
of borrowing Betty's typewriter.

Her poem.

In her voice.

With the M's missing.

Sister Julienne,
may I ask you something?

You may ask me anything you wish!

That is the very reason
for these lessons.

This isn't a theological question.

It's a personal one.

At least, I think it is.

I'm worried I keep mixing up
the theological and the personal,

and that I can't tell
which is which!

When one is about to embark
on a religious life,

it would seem strange
if things were otherwise.

What did you want to ask me?

I want to ask...

..is it all right to mind
about the things I've given up?

What do you mind about giving up
the most?

My family.

I've been missing them terribly.

I know it's against the rules...

..but last night, I telephoned home.

My father answered.

And when he realised it was me,
he put the phone down.

TEARFULLY: He can't forgive me
for choosing this life.

He said, before I left, that I was
stabbing him through the heart.

Why would God ask me to cause
my family so much pain?

God loves your family as much
as he loves you.

He knows their pain, and yours,

and he will help you all to bear it.

You sound so certain.

Do you always feel certain?

No. I don't.

Sometimes I feel lost.

Sometimes I feel exhausted.

Sometimes I feel I don't know
where I'm going to find the strength

to fight another day.

And...?

It sounds as though there
ought to be an "and".

And then I am reminded
why I am here.

How much I can do,
and who sustains me.

It will happen to you, too,
again and again.

I promise you.

APPLAUSE,
SCATTERED CHEERS

ALL: Ohhh!

And the next event is
the children's long jump,

followed by the running races!

The races! The races! Races!
Ready to run...

HE SHOUTS
CHILDREN CHEER

First, I couldn't help noticing
how you were spending

a great deal of time together.

Then I couldn't help noticing
how you were so down in the dumps

while he was away.

And now I can't help noticing
that you are so distracted

that you are unable to chop a melon.

Rosalind, is there something going
on with you and Cyril Robinson?

What? No!

Why would you say that?

Because I am your closest friend,

and we share a bedroom.

No, there's nothing going on
between Cyril and me.

He's married, for one thing.

And a pastor.

So, if he were not married
and he were not a pastor?

But he is.

He's both of those things.

So, you do feel something for him?

I was hoping that...
if we spent less time together,

my feelings would die down.

Particularly if he went to
the other side of the world.

But, unfortunately...

It doesn't work like that.

No.

Him going to the other side
of the world seems only

to have made matters worse.

Oh, honey. I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to say.

I don't know what to do.

CYRIL: On your marks, get set...

WHISTLE BLOWS,
CHILDREN CHEER

Well, let's begin with you
giving me the knife

and letting me chop the melon.
THEY GIGGLE

MATURE JENNY: Sometimes
a heart is shattered

and yet must go on beating.

Brutal though the end may be,
it is not silent,

nor is the parting absolute.

The new beginning has arrived,

and the rhythm will get stronger.

Listen for it. Savour it.

Wait for what it brings.

We can never know what life
will demand of us.

How far we must travel, or leap,

what feats of strength
or survival

or skill will be required.

Refreshments!

Our time on this Earth is
not one race, but many.

We compete, we endure, we finish.

And then - too often -
we must start again.

These are the rules
all humankind must play by,

but faith in ourselves
is our lasting reward.

It is a serious risk
to public health.

Everyone wants this resolved
as soon as possible.

Come on, Nigel, room service awaits.

Fred, I don't think he's very well.

Why don't you walk
Baby to the nursery,

and settle her to sleep in there?
No. It'll disturb her.

She's a bad influence on you!

Give me my baby and get out!