Call the Midwife (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript

Newborns are always beautiful.

They cannot fail
to make the heart sing,

for even the plainest faces
are alive with promise.

But I have always seen
beauty in old age too.

Light shines through the bone,

exquisite even as it flickers,

even as it flutters
and dims towards the end.

♪ The Lord himself is thy keeper... ♪

Where is Sister Monica Joan?

♪ The Lord is thy defence ♪

No peace for the wicked.



Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Which one?

Well, it isn't your girlfriend!

Have you been up all night
tormented by visions
of her loveliness?

No, I was on the beat and I came
across something... rather untoward.

Is Sister Julienne there?

Sister Julienne's away on retreat.

Sister Bernadette's in charge
until she returns.

Sister.

Sister!

Where did you find her?

Down on the pier.

The wind was wicked and she
had nothing on her feet.

Oh, you poor thing. Run inside
and make up a hot-water bottle.



And some tea!

I have had tea and it was
most acceptable.

This, conversely, fails to impress.

It smells somewhat of perspiration

and a great deal
of regurgitated ale.

She seems quite distracted.

Thank you so much for finding her.

It's fine. I'm just worried...

Sister!

Jesus... washed the feet
of the disciples.

Yeah, I bet they weren't tramping
all over Poplar,

walking in dog muck
and motor oil and worse.

I don't like the sound of that.

I'll ring for Dr Turner.

How did she get out
dressed like that?

We love Sister Monica Joan, Doctor,
and do the best we can for her,

but it wouldn't be right
to lock her in her room.

Besides, the truth is, we don't know

whether she has dementia or whether
she's just wilfully eccentric.

I understand. There are more medical
treatises written about senile decay

than you can shake a stick at.

But I keep to one invariable
diagnostic rule,

if they're brought back
by a policeman in their nightie

then they've got it.

For now, the pneumonia
is the real concern.

The old people's friend.

If they are ready to go,
it takes them gently.

We could try penicillin,

but if she has any family,
I think they should be sent for.

She's been estranged from her family
since she took her vows.

The head of our order, Mother Jesu
Emmanuel, is really her next of kin.

I will call her at once.

I will not have rotting matter
put into my veins.

If you don't take this penicillin,
you will be rotting matter!

I note I am getting
the silver tongue treatment.

Are you trying to summon up a fart?

No, Sister,
I am praying for strength.

Everybody's asking how she is.

And a lady called just now
and left these roses.

Mm, roses. There'll be roses
on her coffin if she won't take
the proper treatment.

Mother Jesu, if she finds out,
she'll be outraged.

Mother Jesu is coming in love
and very possibly to say goodbye.

We are not going to lose
Sister Monica Joan.

She is going to take that penicillin
even if it kills us.

I suppose you think I'm suffering
a dark night of the soul,
Mother Jesu?

A spiritual crisis?

No, my dear, I think you are ill
and in need of powerful drugs.

Your spirit seems rather
robust to me.

I miss my mother.

I never thought I would
when old age came to claim me...

for she tried me
very sorely in my youth.

I think it's cruel
that I should miss her now.

All this can be remedied.

You are in for a treat, Sister.
Penicillin's a wonder drug.

Penicillin won't change the world.

Nostradamus says nothing about it.

And Nostradamus was an apothecary.

Nurse Browne, there is a letter for
you. And one for Nurse Lee.

Sister Monica Joan,
you're back with us.

The quadrants are in alignment,
the Moon is in Venus.

We are all of us
exactly where we should be.

It's from my mother.

She's on her way to London
from Madeira.

Better not tell Sister Monica Joan.

She might think
there's cake involved.

Mater comes over twice a year
to get her dresses fitted.

And she wants to come to see me -
here at Nonnatus House.

How nice. Ask her for tea.

We'll roll out
the red carpet for her.

Why doesn't your mother
meet you in the West End?

You could go to Fortnum's and have
some of their blissful scones.

Sounds like she wants
a tour of inspection.

I think she may have caught wind
of the big romance.

Possibly.

Oh, all right.
I added a PS to my last letter

and put, "Walking out with a chap."
Then, in brackets, "in uniform".

You tease! One couldn't resist.

It's the news she's wanted
all her life.

Oh, I forgot, letter for you.

"Dear Jenny...

"Why did I choose
to telephone that day?

"That one day of all the days
since we last met.

"Why not telephone you,
when we made each other happy?

"We were nothing but careful, Jenny.

"But we broke two hearts
for the sake of saving one.

"This has been such a long silence,
don't let it last for ever.

"I would so like to see you.

"With love, Gerald."

That's better.

Catherine Powell.

My back's been killing me.

I hate to say it,

but I think flat shoes might be
a little more comfortable.

No, heels are my trademark.

First thing my fella noticed about me
when we first met
was my pink stilettos.

Well, that and my legs, presumably.

This is your first visit.

And your doctor seems
to be in... Hull.

Yeah, I only came to London
yesterday.

My fella, he's a bit of a dozy
drawers when it comes
to writing letters

so I thought I'd just come here
and give him a surprise.

And did you? Well, he wasn't there.

Away at sea, I reckon.

No.

No wedding ring yet, but I'm sure
that'll change when he comes home.

And where are you staying now?

At his place. I let myself in.

Is this going to take long?
I don't want to be away
if he comes home.

Not long.

We do need to go through
all your details and get you
properly booked in.

We like to do a home visit
before the baby's due.

Check your living conditions.

What for?

Home delivery.

I'd also like to examine you
as well

and I'd also make sure
you've got your dates right.

I'm seven months,
two weeks on the dot.

Looking at you, I think
you may be a little further on.

No, I met Billy on my birthday,
my birthday was seven months,

two weeks ago. I'm sorry
but I don't really have much time.
COMMOTION OUTSIDE CURTAIN

Stand back, get some air!
Jenny, can you spare a moment?
We've got a fainter.

I'll be back in one minute.

That's good, just lie down.

All right. Just keep breathing.

In through your nose,
out through your mouth.

Childbearing,

you have to have
the stamina of an athlete.

Here, Nurse,
can you make her better?

I'll get some water.

Sister...

Oh, I heard you was poorly.

Oh, I'm that glad to see you
out and about again.

Can I tempt you to a bit
of fruit today?

On the house, you take your pick.

How very kind.

Oh...

I will not suffer my pale forehead
to be kissed by nightshade.

Or the ruby grape of Proserpine.

I'll have a pound of those pears.

My pleasure.

All Saints' Crypt, May Blitz, 1941.

A girl, born as they sounded
the all-clear.

You remember!

Yes.

If you could deliver those to
Nonnatus House, I'd be much obliged.

Madam's usual.
A quart of whelks.

Terrific. I can smell
the vinegar from here.

Can't tempt you to a bit
of jellied eel? No, ta.

It's far too much like salmon
in aspic.

I had quite enough of that
in my debutante days.

We'll have to bring your mum here.

Over my supine corpse!

Tea in the best cups, with the nuns,
and that's the lot.

I'm looking forward to it.

I'm not.

You met my parents,
we came through that.

Is the dog's paw better?

He gets under people's feet.
It wasn't your fault.

Mater's coming on Wednesday.
You'll have to ask for time off,

and you're working towards
your promotion.

I want to meet your mother, Camilla.

I love you,
and I want her to know it.

You've never said that before.

It doesn't mean
I haven't been thinking it.

We're in uniform.

Well, who's looking?

The man on the whelk stall.

You want to put a glace cherry
on those or they won't look
finished off.

No, no, glace cherries are vulgar.
Fred, please.

What on earth are you doing?

You can't put cream in the meringues
and leave them standing.

Mrs B left me the component parts.

I offered to help with the assembly
but I was spurned.

I'll finish them. Take the sandwiches
in and go and sit with Peter.

Is he here already?
Yes, I let him in.
How does he look?

Calmer than you.

I'm completely calm.

Hello, Mater.

Camilla, dear.

I believe you've recently
retired to Madeira,

Lady Fortescue-Cholmondely-Browne.

No need to stand on ceremony, Sister.

Lady Browne will do.

You must enjoy the sunshine,
after living in India.

I give the weather six out of ten.

Of course, the administration
is Portuguese

which Sir Rex and I find
rather trying.

Sandwich, Mother? They're salmon.

Smoked?

Tinned. No.

I was under the impression
that you were in the forces.

Camilla now tells me that you are,
in fact, a police constable.

Yes.

He's sitting
his sergeant exams next year.

Constable Noakes was recently
telling me

that he has to study
every single aspect of the law,

from traffic offences
to crimes against the person.

I've been studying
the Betting and Gambling Act,

the Licensing Act,

and the Prostitution Act.

One hopes the theory is more savoury
than the practice.

Whatever is this made of?

It's Crimplene.

This isn't good enough.

I only wear it for church.

I don't mean the skirt suit,
and you know it.

What pleasure does this give you?

You sent me to Roedean.

Our motto was "Honour the Worthy".

When I deliver babies,
that's what I do.

Whom exactly do you define
as worthy, Camilla?

Those people out there?

That policeman downstairs?

There's an entire dismantled empire
needing its worthy honoured.

Africa, Malaya,

India's a nightmare.

I'd sooner you were a missionary
than lived like this

and walked out with a man like that.

Because at least our friends would
comprehend it when we told them.

You'd be a spinster but...

you'd be doing good works.

And wouldn't be wearing Crimplene.

I've been talking to my mother.
It wasn't all bad.

Peter, it was diabolical.

I was courting a girl once, Enid,
fancied her chances as a mannequin.

One day, when we were on the bus,

she said to me, "Do you like
what I've done with my eyebrows?"

Peter...
That was it.

I packed her in.

The day I fell for you,
I saw you cycling up Leyland Street

at six o'clock in the morning.

You looked all in, dead beat.

Don't tease.

I'm not teasing. You don't half make
it hard for a chap

to show his feelings.
Maybe I don't want you to.

I've been turning it over and over
in my mind for weeks.

Should I say, should I ask, should
I go down on my knees and beg you?

What do you mean, on your knees?

On one knee.

I don't want you to say it at all.

Why?

Because you're making me
feel uncomfortable.

Why? Because I've hardly ever
felt comfortable anywhere.

And when I have, it's been with you.

It has been the most
extraordinary thing.

I felt small.

And in my proper place and not at
risk of breaking anything precious.

But now, all of a sudden,
I don't feel that any more.

I think it's best for both of us
if we put a stop to this.

Goodbye, Peter.

It was all rather splendid.

She's packed him in.
I knew something was up.

But why? It's her wretched
mother's influence.

That tea party was a horrible
thing to witness.

Chummy just crumbled
in front of her.

You know, Cynthia, some people do
care what their parents think.

Darling, she's a grown woman,
not a schoolgirl.

I don't mind her caring.
I mind her being cowed

and running away from a thing
that makes her happy.

Hello. Silsden 359...

Hello?

I'm sorry, I have the wrong number.

Oi! You in the penguin dress!

A simple "excuse me" would suffice.

And you can give me back that spoon
you've got stashed inside
your pinafore.

Pinafore? I am clad
in no such garment.

Must be the first time you've been
down here without half-inching
something.

You really are extremely
boorish individuals.

And you are a thieving
old God-botherer!

What remarkable sleight of hand.

Thank you.

I've had enough of this.

This wasn't an isolated incident.
The costermonger, Mr Sidney Crumb,

known as Cakey to his intimates,

joined forces with several other
tradesmen with the same complaint.

They came to my desk
in the form of a deputation.

They all believe
that Sister Monica Rose is...

Joan, sir.

Sister Monica Joan.

Is known to them as,
and I quote, "light-fingered",

and has a habit of stealing small
items from their stalls.

That is a serious accusation,
Sergeant.

It will have to be proved
or disproved.

I will escort you upstairs.

Nurse Lee, will you remain here
with Sister Monica Joan?

Of course.

You may search her room
for stolen goods.

That is, of course,
if Sister Monica Joan is agreeable.

Have you anything to say
to the sergeant, Sister?

Yes.

Pooh to you.

Five pairs of fully fashioned
nylon stockings,

three egg cups, one corkscrew,
a whistle, 11 teaspoons,

a hairpiece - which was blonde - a
china robin, a box of gents'
handkerchiefs,

several coloured ribbons,

an eau-de-nil suspender belt,

a pipe rack and a box
of Steradent tablets...

As you are probably aware,
Sister Monica Jones doesn't wear
dentures.

I am afraid that she has been
stealing for quite some time.

It's her age,
she doesn't know what she's doing.

She's wily as a fox
and always has been.

It's the police that's deluded
if they think she's done it
deliberate.

She's away with the fairies
half the time.

And half the time
she is as sane as you or I.

Dr Turner will vouch
for her mental health...

or lack of it - when she appears in
court. If he can't win them over,

the law must take its course.

'The case was referred
to the London Quarter Sessions.

'We hoped against hope
that the thefts were so small

'the case would be thrown
out of court.'

'The suspect wandered at will.

'The focus of her mind
seemed to ripple and shift...

'to change as unpredictably
as weather.'

♪ Glory be to the Father
and to the Son... ♪

'But we were all at odds -
out of sorts and suffering.

'And nothing was as it ought
to be at Nonnatus House.'

Ooh! Oh!

Uhh!

Take your clogs off,
you little hooligan.

Thank you.

Much more of that
and I'll be telling you to wait

till your father gets home!

Nonnatus House, Nurse Lee speaking.

Jenny?

Jenny?

This is Nurse Lee, yes.

You telephoned me.

My darling, darling girl.

I shouldn't have.

You're still married.

I'm always going
to be still married.

I know.

If you want to see me,
will you write?

Yes.

Nurse Lee.

All right?

Will you join us for handicrafts?

Enter and state your purpose.

Sister Julienne asked
you to recreation.

She thought you might like
to bring down your gollies.

I have suspended all involvement
with my gollies.

I have esoteric matters
to investigate.

These bands are the parallels
wherein men and angels...

and beasts,

and others...

You do well not to mock me,

for I know it makes no sense.

Sister.

I'm going to get you a handkerchief
and you're going to dry your eyes.

My handkerchiefs
were all given to the police!

Sister Julienne took them away.
She took everything!

Including my ribbons.

And my china robin!

And I needed... all of them!

Sister Monica Joan...

Close that drawer! You have no
business clawing through my things!

These are not your things.

Have you no secrets?

Have you nothing precious
you might like to conceal?

I'm not under investigation
by the police.

You could end up in prison.

These are valuable jewels,

and Sister Julienne
was pinning all hope

on the fact that the things you
stole were just cheap rubbish.

Why do I do it?

Is the devil tempting me?

Or am I ill?

I don't know.

I used to know so much,
and now I don't even know myself.

Or what I will do next.

She must be moving things
about, secreting them
in different places.

I just thought if I could take
the necklace and the ring
and the bangle,

I could hide them from somebody
so nobody would ever find them.

I still would,
if I knew where they were.

You'd be making yourself
into an accessory!

Why on earth does this sherry
taste of toothpaste?

We're drinking out of tooth mugs.

Close your eyes,
pretend it's creme de menthe.

Oh, look! I'm in jail.

Hello, Sister Monica Joan.

It's not funny, Trixie!

These weren't just knick-knacks
from the market.

There was a pearl necklace,
a ring, an exquisite bracelet.

Sly old vixen! She must've been
plying her trade in Hatton Gardens.

She has come home in a taxi
at least once.

I saw Sister Bernadette
pay out of the petty cash.

Cynthia, you're sloshed.

Have some bread pudding.

I just care for her, that's all.

Do you know something, Jenny? We
all care about Sister Monica Joan,

and she's up to her armpits
in bother.

She doesn't need you
making things any worse

by saying that you might have seen
some loot in her room

or that she might have hidden it,

or that you might just have been
seeing things all along.

Are you saying I should lie?

I'm saying you should
keep your mouth shut.

I saw Constable Noakes when I was
cycling past the banana sheds.

Do you know, his face
was as long as a fiddle.

All bobbies are romantics at heart.

It's what lures them into the force
in the first place.

Can we please not embark on another
discussion of Nurse Browne's
private life?

Would you rather
we talked about something else?

I'd rather everyone concentrated
on their handicrafts.

It seems we're all on edge.

And the reason for that,
of course, is entirely obvious.

Saturn is in retrograde again.

Oh, this one's gone through
at the crotch.

I need some red wool to mend it.

Sister Monica Joan?

Would you be so kind
as to pass me your knitting bag?

I'm sorry.

I'm casting on.

Oof!

I haven't the faintest notion
where those came from.

Can we move on now, please,
Constable?

Yes, sir.

Those jewels are worth
thousands of pounds.

She cannot vouch for where
they came from,

and the police are checking thefts
all over London.

I was afraid they would.
That's why I didn't tell you.

How long have you known?

Three days.

You could've faced charges!

You could've faced the end
of your nursing career.

I know. I did it because...

Don't you dare say you love her.

Deceit compounds deceit, Nurse Lee.

You have just made matters
considerably worse

and love is no excuse.

Dragged over coals?

Completely.

You really do have a soft spot
for the old bat, don't you?

Sister Monica Joan...

I admire her...

and she's lonely.

It's a lonely life.

Or at least, a peaceful one.
Rules and all that.

So many roads
one doesn't have to go down.

Chummy, you aren't thinking
of taking holy orders?

It has presented itself
as a solution.

It wouldn't be a solution,
it would be a hiding place.

I came here to hide
from a love affair...

from my feelings
for a man I couldn't have...

and I haven't escaped
anything at all.

Here.

Magic hanky.

May not work.

Didn't work on me.

You can have Peter, Chummy.

There's nothing and nobody
standing in your way.

Yes, there is.

The defendant, Miss Antonia Cavill,
known as Sister Monica Joan

of the order of St Raymond Nonnatus,
has been accused of theft.

This bench is unanimously agreed
that, given the witness statements,

there is a prima facie case
for the accused to answer.

You may proceed.

Dr Turner, as the defendant's
general practitioner,

what is your opinion
of her state of health?

Well, she is certainly
not as robust as she was.

Fiddlesticks! I saw pneumonia off
flat in five days!

He's not talking to you.

Is this true, Doctor?

She did respond extremely well
to penicillin.

But, mentally, she has been frail
for many months.

Balderdash!

What this court needs to ascertain,
sir, is would the doctor

have prescribed penicillin if I,
the patient, were mentally infirm?

Indeed, would he
have prescribed penicillin

had he thought recovery
would enable me to go out thieving?

With respect, madam, Dr Turner is not
charged with curing you of pneumonia.

You are charged with larceny,
specifically a sapphire ring,

a pearl necklace
and a diamond bracelet.

You said prima facie before.

You must be precise, my man,
and not confuse your terms.

If I may interject, Sister.

Who is this person?

He is your barrister, Mr Briggs.

He's not very good.

Doctor, in your opinion,

does the defendant understand
the charges brought against her?

No.

I don't believe she does.

I wish to make a statement.

Sit down and wait your turn!

Order in court. We're waiting our
turn, and we're the aggrieved!

Sister...

let Mr Briggs speak for you.

None should presume
to speak for another.

All judgement comes from God.

And we will all stand naked
and alone before his throne.

Sister Monica Joan,

do you understand the nature
of the charges brought against you?

I thank you for your enquiry, sir.

Yes, I do.

The court will adjourn
until the morning.

These are fresh from the laundry,
Sister.

Good. Can't have her in court
with custard on her scapular.

The curse of a mind like mine
is that, sometimes,

the fragments recompose themselves,

rather like a shattered
looking glass

that has been made whole.

Horlicks and bed.

I am fed up with all this
"round and round the gasworks".

I know now from whence
the jewels came.

It had nothing to do
with the gasworks.

You must speak to Mother Jesu
and you must do so soon.

I'll get it. I'm on first call.

Do be quick!

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Hello? Er, I think it's my
time. I don't know what to do.

What's the name, please?

Cathy, Cathy Powell.

Mrs Powell? Cathy?
Is there anyone with you?

Oh, ohhh!

I have a Catherine Powell here but
no home address
and the GP's in Hull.

Ohhh!

Yes, that's me. Batten Buildings,
it's, er, second landing.

There's a number five
painted on the door.

Cathy, listen to me. Go back home
and I'll be with you in...

less than 15 minutes.

Please, can you hurry up?

Oh!

Better grab a delivery pack.
All yours. Thanks.

Ah! Ah!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, no!

There's no answer.

I feared there wouldn't be,
now the silence has begun.

So we will have to go to Chichester
and be there by dawn

to speak to Mother Jesu.
She is our final hope.

I'm about to start praying
for a car.

I can get us a car.

Whoa! Oi!

Oh, no! The delivery pack!
Bally bugger it!

Ohh! Ahhh!

Cathy?

I always keep my promises.

It's got the name of a lewd book
written on its bonnet.

Mother Jesu won't notice
once we're inside.

I've got three-quarters
of a tank of petrol,

so that should get us all the way.

Jimmy, we are in your debt.

I'd do anything for Jenny, Sister.

Do you need a chaperone?

We'll be quite safe,
won't we, Jimmy?

Waste no time. The court sits
at nine in the morning.

Ah, help!

Oh, I think I've wet myself!

Don't fret, that's just
your waters breaking. Oh!

Oh... Having no luck
with the light switch.

The leccy's off. I think it's off
in the whole block.

There's some candles
on the chest of drawers.

Excellent.

Now, slip yourself
out of those wet drawers,

lie down on your back, legs apart,

knees propping upwards and outwards.

Looks like you've been caught
slightly on the hop.

Not quite ready for baby, perhaps.

Sorry, it must feel rather strange.

Not that strange.

How'd you think I ended up
like this?

Now, I'm going to examine you
and then pop down the road

to use the telephone. I think we
might treat you to an ambulance.

I've got to get it out!

Oh!

I've changed my mind.
We're staying right here.

Do you have a cot or any blankets
for the baby? No!

Have you any hot water? No!

Any cold? No! No!

Not to worry.

Now, pant for the head.

Pant, pant, pant.

Ooh! Top notch.

The head's out.

After your next contraction,
the baby will be born.

I'll put ten bob on it
being a whopper.

All right.

That's it.

That's it!

Oh!

Good job I'm not a betting woman.

He's a dainty little thing.

His dad, Billy, he was... he was
built like a bloody brick shithouse.

He had shoulders on him
like I've never seen.

Docker?

Sailor.

He made me feel small in his arms,
like I was always meant to be there.

He had lips like these.

Oh!

What are you doing?

Just waiting for the afterbirth.

It's a grisly business,
leave it to me.

Ow... Ow! Is it supposed to hurt?!

Not this much.

Ah! Oh!

It's another baby.

Every window and door is closed.
Drawbridge completely pulled up.

Bit like us, really.

Well, at least, like you.

Jimmy...

you've driven all this way!

You've been so kind.

I'd never be unkind.

What would be the point in that?

That's it!

Well done! Well done!

Congratulations, it's another little
boy, just like the first.

Twins. Not unheard of.

Shh.

Shh.

There you go.

Congratulations.
Hello.

Is that the last candle?

No need to fret. It'll be all right.

Blasted, beastly thing!

I'm on my way!

Oh, it hurts, it really... It hurts!

It's just the afterbirth giving
itself its marching orders.

Now, there may be one or two,
according to

whether or not
the babies are identical.

Triplets.

Ohhh!

Now, gentle pushes,

Just breathe, just breathe...

I'm dying, I can't do it!

No, we're not. We can do this.

I can't do it!
Are you ready?

Keep it coming!
One more push! One more push!

That's it! That's it!

All done!

Well done! Well done!

It's another boy!

I've got nothing to wrap him in.

We'll just have to make do and mend.

I had the happiest night
of my life with Billy.

I never had enough of anything
when I was growing up, but...

with him, it was as if my life
was spilling out of the cup.

I grabbed love with both hands.

I had a chance. I took it.

It was the best and bravest thing
I ever did.

He gave me these.

I'm never letting them go.

I'm sorry I hurt you, Jimmy.

You can survive hurt.

I hope so.

Well done. Thank you.
You deserve a good rest.

I'm turning myself in.

I'm guilty of criminal cowardice

and robbing two people of something

that would make them both
very happy.

I've decided it's time to be brave.

I see. I hope so.

Because underneath this raincoat,
I am practically naked.

I love you.

The court will now rise.

Sister, stand up.

Father Joseph, hurry!
It's ten past nine already.

When a sister takes her final vows,

all her property is given
to the Order.

In some Orders, this is irrevocable,
but not in ours.

We merely hold the property in trust
throughout a sister's lifetime,

or for as long as she remains
with us.

Sister Monica Joan
took her final vows in 1904.

There was something...

unusual about the property
of the accused, was there not?

Sister Monica Joan arrived
penniless.

She had apparently
defied her family's wishes

and was estranged from them,
but her mother,

who had been mentally unstable,
left Sister Monica Joan a legacy

and it passed into
the Order's hands in 1927.

And would you like to tell the court
what that legacy was?

One sapphire ring,
one necklace of pearls,

one diamond bracelet.

They were all put in our bank
and forgotten about...

even, I believe,
by Sister Monica Joan.

And can you describe how they
came to be in her possession?

I gave them to her,

not as objects of monetary value

but as balm for an old wound.

Sometimes, in extremis,
our past trials rise

and cause us pain.

I am a nurse and a midwife,
I will always seek to ease distress.

Hear, hear.

Why don't you just shut up
and keep knitting?

Order in court.

I thought she would recall my visit

and that the jewels
would be meaningful to her.

I am sad that they came too late
to be of solace.

It seems that her fragility was such
that she did not recognise them,

just as she did not recognise
her petty thefts.

Thank you.

Your Honour, I rest my case.

Oh! Come on, come on! No dawdling!

'All charges had been dropped,

'all shadows lifted from the mind
of Sister Monica Joan.'

All right there, Sister Monica Joan.
In the middle. That's it.

Oh, look, there's a little one here.

Thank you.

'I could never forget
the man I loved.

'But I could erase him
from my conscience.

'However much it hurt,
I could say no.

'I could refuse to see him.
Keep the very knowledge secret.

'What I felt was not a crime,
but I had to be honest

'and so I wrote to him,

'and each word drew another line
between me and the past.'

Nonnatus House, mid...

Hello, Lady Browne.

Chummy...

What-ho, Mater!

I've spoken to the Bishop.

And St Margaret's, Westminster
is still a possibility.

No, it isn't. I booked All Saints'
Church up the road.

But you can't.

It's nowhere near
a suitable reception venue.

Mother, it's right next door
to the parish hall.

We're going to have the party there.

Camilla...

And you needn't advise me
about the catering.

I've asked the nuns to organise
the buffet. Sandwiches and trifle.

In which case,

will you at least let me
take you to Norman Hartnell

and buy you a wedding gown?

You can take me
to Norman Hartnell,

and buy me a skirt suit.
Preferably Crimplene.

As you wish. As long as it's white.

Sorry...

No longer entitled.

Come on, Billy, hurry up.

Hooray...

'Newlyweds are always beautiful.

'They cannot fail
to make the heart sing,

'for even the plainest faces
are alive with promise.'

Bye, Chummy!

'In the East End,
I found grace and faith

'and hope,
hidden in the darkest corners.

'I found tenderness and squalor

'and laughter amid filth.

'I found a purpose and a path

'and I worked with a passion
for the best reason of all.

'I did it for love.'