Call the Midwife (2012–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - Episode #3.2 - full transcript
Jenny is promoted to Acting Sister at the clinic, irking the more experienced Trixie. Expectant mother of three, Doris Aston, also seems to prefer Trixie to Jenny, though Doris has a bigger problem - the child that is due was not fathered by her bullying husband, Cyril, but by a black man after a one-night stand. Sister Julienne arranges for Doris to go away for the birth and have the baby adopted, but the child arrives early, and Cyril finds out. The baby is taken away for adoption, but Jenny agrees to keep a letter for her from Doris, explaining the situation for when she is older. Elsewhere, Cynthia, inspired by the progressive Dr. Latham, impresses cynical Sister Evangelina by putting into effect the doctor's relaxation technique during a difficult home birth.
'Our work was birth -
the primal act of a woman's life,
'a time fuelled by instinct
and by fear.
'Trusting our instinct
can be what we fear most.
'Our actions are ours alone, and
we must suffer their consequences.'
Morning, Cyril.
Doris must be due any day now.
Ready for those sleepless
nights again?
Bet you thought you were
done with them!
What can I say?
Well, come on then, lads!
Put your backs into it!
Got another load coming in at nine.
We've either done something terribly
wrong or terribly right.
Your new hairdo's probably drawn
complaints. Far too racy!
It's modelled on Jean Seberg in
The Mouse That Roared.
Or we've had the record
player up too loud
and Sister Evangelina's not happy.
Not enough jazz!
Come in!
We've had an awful
lot of change lately -
the move, our new antenatal clinic.
Our royal visit announced us
with some fanfare
and we're far busier now.
We need a figurehead, just to
steady the ship on clinic days.
And it feels right
it should be one of you.
All of you brim with
invaluable qualities.
Nurse Franklin,
as our most senior midwife...
I'd be absolutely thrilled....
You bring a reassuring
presence to the wider community
and I want you to continue
with that.
Nurse Miller, keep forging ahead
with our Mothercraft programme,
for which you show such aptitude.
Of course, Sister Julienne.
Nurse Lee, you showed gumption,
initiative
and organisation during our move.
I'd like you to
be our Acting Sister on clinic days.
Don't quite know what to say.
That you can start
with clinic this afternoon?
Would have been nice to have been
considered, that's all I'm saying.
"Reassuring presence
in the wider community"!
Makes me sound like a drinking
fountain!
Or a lamp post. Perfectly vital.
Oh, look at, you, Sister Lee!
Isn't it Acting Sister?
Sister will do perfectly well.
Are we going to be busy?
Full steam ahead.
Good afternoon, ladies. Do come in.
Oh, nice hat, Nurse!
Hello.
Mrs Aston?
Dr Turner's ready for you.
The cubicle at this end.
Watch it!
We're low on iodine.
Would you mind restocking?
Oh, and an inventory
of the cupboard would be useful.
We should know exactly what
we have at all times.
It's going to be a tight ship
from now on.
(I rather preferred the loose one!)
Mrs Short? Midwife will see you.
How are you sleeping?
Thomas says I turn like a mangle,
but that's just cos there's still
so much to do, so much to be ready.
It's round the corner
and we still ain't got a potty!
Mrs Short, baby won't need
a potty for a while yet.
I keep telling him,
"It's not going to happen by magic!"
It's him and me.
It's us.
I keep telling him that, but
he just don't seem that bothered.
Perhaps because he thinks you'll
make a very good mother.
My mum always said I'd be a natural.
But how can you be, though?
Something as important as this,
something you've never even
done before?
Your mother knows you better than
anyone. Trust her, Mrs Short.
Look up. Look up.
They say that if you look up,
it stops you from crying.
I lost Mum. Five months now.
Only feels like yesterday.
She said she was going to be there
with me and help me.
But she's not...
..and I'm all at sea, Nurse.
You're with us now.
We will look after you.
We need to be careful of anaemia,
Mrs Aston.
And you need to slow down.
There's not long to go now.
Cutting hair keeps me sane.
I can't lose my regulars.
Took years to build up customers.
Men wouldn't go near a woman cutter.
Just like women wouldn't trust a man
with their hair till Vidal Sassoon.
You'll be feeding for several
months, Mrs Aston.
It won't be possible to
return to work.
Well, as soon as it is, then.
She doesn't seem to realise
she's about to have a baby.
A little complacency is natural.
This is her fourth child.
But we need to make sure she's
properly prepared at home.
Of course, Doctor.
I have numerous cupboards at home
in want of not just a stock-take
but a good old sort.
Volunteers will be fed and watered.
Tell me
your cupboards are on the Riviera
and I'll be there in a trice.
It's peculiar, isn't it?
We can be so very organised in our
work, yet so chaotic in our lives.
I found a pair of Freddie's
booties in the larder this morning.
It's only a matter of time before
I start using Peter's police helmet
as a coal scuttle.
If you need help, please ask.
We seem to have a surfeit
of olive oil, at least. Chummy!
One feels one should be
able to manage.
You do!
Besides, you promised all volunteers
would be fed and watered.
I'm in it purely for the cakes.
You checking up on me or something?
I only saw you this morning.
Sorry, Mrs Aston. I should have
given you our delivery pack.
It's important it's kept clean,
dry and close at hand.
Shall I take it
through to the bedroom?
Never let up, do they?
It's quite all right.
Boys, leave the nurse's bike alone!
We have a collection of items
at Nonnatus to help with
the baby, should you need anything -
a pram, perhaps, or a cot?
I'm all right, ta.
You're very close now, Mrs Aston.
You need to be ready for baby.
I said I'm all right, Nurse!
If there's anything...
I'd see Miss Franklin, wouldn't I?
We get on, her and me.
I hope you feel you
could see any of us.
We all want what's
best for our patients.
I dyed her hair the first time.
Miss Franklin, I mean.
Walked in as a mouse,
left as Jean Harlow!
And she swears she's a natural
blonde! That's how good I am, Nurse.
Yes, and I love her new hairdo.
Don't be worrying about me.
I've had three already.
I don't need no looking after.
Very glamorous for a lecture.
You never know who you'll meet.
Dusty old academics
and midwives like us.
It's a talk about childbirth!
Oh, we'd nearly given up on you.
If we hurry, we should still make it.
The transformative powers of silk.
Day to night in an instant.
You can thank me later with a
Babycham. Come on, Sister Lee.
Time to take your work hat off.
And put your heels on.
I'm supposed to be seeing Alec.
You can blame us.
Oh. I'm sorry.
He wants to toast my promotion
and he'll have already left work.
Doesn't matter.
There's plenty of us going.
You were lending it to me!
To be presentable for a lecture,
not lounging around
in some den of iniquity.
I hardly think a port and lemon
in the Hand & Shears is cause for
concern.
Besides, goes with my lipstick.
Have fun. And see you later.
I hope the baby's not a brother
cos they just punch you!
Hold still, Larry.
But if the baby's a sister,
they don't like pear drops,
so you can eat 'em all.
And George Hewitt says
they smell like Lux.
Ain't you tired yet?
Be a sister, be a sister,
be a sister! Please!
Enough now, Larry.
Come on, lads.
Stop jumping on the bed. Come on!
Look what your old man's got for ya.
Eh?
There you go. Go on, then.
Take 'em outside. Go and play.
Look after the little 'un. I thought
haircuts was next month.
How many did you do today, then?
Er... five trims and a shave.
You know no other bird goes round
cutting blokes' hair.
You're making a joke out of me
down at the docks.
Sit down.
Talk to me.
About what?
I don't know. Small talk.
Cyril, I ain't got no small talk!
What did you talk to that
lot about this morning, then?
That's nothing. That's just...
Small talk.
What was fascinating in these
regions was
the absence of pain during labour,
primarily because these women
did not expect it.
They gave birth without fear.
Compare this to our experience
of child birth -
a time of pain and fear
when a mother's instinct is dwarfed
by a well-meaning but patriarchal
medical profession over-reliant on
mechanics and pain-relieving drugs.
Will someone tell that man
to pipe down?!
It's impossible to concentrate!
Who is he?
He's Dr Latham.
He's carrying on the work
of Grantly Dick-Read,
trying to make birth less
frightening.
..Tightening the uterine muscles...
Tally ho!
Catch him before he goes to ground!
Tension directly affects delivery,
causing pain and trauma to
both mother and child and,
dare I say it, their future bond.
Let us leave the knitting
for the duration of the lecture.
Women's suffering is not
confined to birth alone!
I hope you have a
solution for that as well.
There will be
time for questions at the end.
I should much prefer a lemon puff!
You seem different.
Oh? Mm.
More authoritative, more commanding,
the way you took
control of those crisps.
Almost as if you've had a promotion.
I'm hoping you've
laid on dancing till midnight
and a carriage of white horses home.
It's the least I expect now.
I'd hate to disappoint you.
Just need to get rid of Bill
and Ben, the Disarmament Men.
We're joining the march.
What march?
Alec, this is our evening!
Ten minutes, I promise.
Must have covered half of London.
I could murder a pint!
And some pork scratchings.
Students!
Jenny, meet Bill Corbin
and Ben Myles -
two young men that want to
change the world
without ever buying a drink.
Boys, I believe I may have mentioned
this young woman to you before?
Only every day.
So, what kind of march?
The Campaign for Nuclear
Disarmament. We're banning the bomb.
We're running low,
but you're welcome to have it.
Oh, I couldn't possibly deprive you.
Dr Latham,
I have a very anxious
primigravida who recently
lost her own mother.
I think the idea of giving birth
without her is overwhelming.
Yeah, well, I can see your concern.
A crisis of confidence at a time
mythologised as one of strength,
especially in a matriarchal
society like the East End.
Ah, the heckler!
That wasn't heckling or you'd be
lying down with a stiff gin.
The nerve of this plagiarist!
Lemon puff?
I don't follow.
"We become mad and delirious,
and fears and terrors assail us.
"All these things we endure
from the brain."
Hippocrates.
2,500 years before you...
..approximately.
Dr Latham, we offer Mothercraft
sessions at our antenatal clinic.
Would you consider discussing
your ideas on fear and birth?
I'd be honoured.
The East End fascinates me.
It seems to exist in a world outside
of itself - preserved, if you like.
I think it's called poverty.
Make sure you get all of those
out. I'll see you soon.
The boys literally
don't have a home to go to.
There's about ten of them sharing
a bunk in Whitechapel and I'm pretty
sure supper involves the bread
that the park ducks didn't eat.
You know, I... I think
they rather look up to me.
Which I'm sure you struggle with
terribly.
Alec, I'm tired.
Your friends are perfectly sweet
but I gave up tonight
with my friends because I wanted
to see you, to spend time together.
A few months ago, I'd have spent
night after night orchestrating our
part in this march. I build things.
I don't want to see them destroyed.
And now I'm having
to MAKE myself care.
Truth is,
it's all gone out the window.
All I care about is you.
It's maddening!
Do stop talking.
Where's my carriage of white horses?
Well, I had a plan B - unicorns.
But they're proving unreliable, too.
Mythic creatures always are.
Aren't they?
Look after yourselves.
Right, off you go.
Bye, Mum.
Dr Latham calls it
"Nature's painkiller".
Our breathing regulates our emotions
and that follows through to birth.
Hello! Morning!
The blood test results
are back from The London.
Doctor Turner's seen them
and asks if you'd pass on the good
news to Mrs Aston.
Of course. Thank you.
Oh, Sister Winifred will take
your patients when Dr Latham visits.
How are preparations going?
He needs certain items for his class.
Fred's collecting those.
Just hope everyone finds it
as fascinating as I do.
He's fitting us
in before he goes to Paris.
And then he's off to America.
New York, Paris, Poplar.
Not exactly a natural grouping.
We'll mention it to
all our patients.
First on the list should be
Doris Aston.
There's something very
unsettled about her.
She'd be a lot more relaxed
if her husband wasn't such a bully.
A bully? Oh, jealous of any man
that looks at her.
Hates that she works.
I possibly shouldn't say,
but Peter's had a few
contretemps with him.
I believe one would certainly
call him hot-headed.
Well, I wish you'd said!
It might explain why she seems
so detached.
You didn't think to ask.
You were too busy being bossy.
If you call trying to do my job
being bossy...
If the cap fits.
Perhaps everyone should sign up.
Mrs Aston?
Mrs Aston, there you are!
Good news on your blood test -
the anaemia's under control
and your blood count's a healthy
11.5 grams.
Sorry, Nurse. I'm in a hurry.
I've got customers waiting.
Let me help you. Ooh!
What have you got in there?
The kitchen sink? Just leave me be!
Doris, what's the matter?
I got to go away for a little bit.
Just down to Brighton for a while.
Doris, what are you doing?
I needed that!
I've got to go!
You don't understand.
He'll finish me off.
Has something happened?
I can't have it here.
Come to the maternity home.
It ain't his.
I shouldn't be here.
It's very kind of you, but...
Mrs Aston,
we want to be able to help you.
You can't.
How can you be so sure
about your husband?
That he's not the father?
I know.
It's once in a blue moon.
And then we...
We use a rubber.
I told him it must've leaked.
I ain't proud of it.
What were you going to do,
when you got to Brighton?
Leave the baby.
Leave him somewhere he'd have nice
people, the life I can't give him.
He'd kill me
if I went with any other fella.
Forgive me, Mrs Aston, but unless
you tell him, how would he know?
He wouldn't be the first man to
raise a child who was not his own.
It ain't that simple.
I'm not saying it's easy, but in the
long run, it may save a lot of pain.
There's no reason why your husband
wouldn't love this child as...
It's coloured.
I can't hide it.
He won't grow to love it.
Now, do you see?
What about the father?
Can you talk to him?
It weren't no love story, Nurse.
God knows what you must think of me!
My husband can't ever see this baby.
I can't keep it.
We can find you a safe place
to give birth...
..and if you mean adoption,
we can help with arrangements,
but you must be very
sure about this decision.
It's two lives.
One with my family
and another with...
I missed the hot water. Again.
Ice does wonders for the complexion.
I just wanted a soak in the tub.
It's been such a day.
Trixie? Hm?
The hot water's such a bore,
isn't it?
No, I meant the day.
It's been terribly difficult.
Trixie, I'm trying to talk to you!
Hm?
Yes, sorry.
I'm utterly lost in this.
Well, I suppose with great
responsibility comes great
sacrifice.
Shoulders back and all that.
The smell always reminds me of home.
My mother was a formidable
rose grower.
Why is it the English are
so very good with plants
and so very poor with people?
That's a little harsh, Sister.
Especially as this is a Peace rose.
I remember my mother telling me
about the day it was named,
the same day Berlin fell.
"The greatest new rose of our time
"must be named for the world's
greatest desire - peace."
And yet, here we are
with a greater threat -
the atomic demon!
"And there followed hail and fire
mingled with blood...
"..and they were cast upon
the earth,
"and the third part of trees
was burnt up."
I've always skimmed Revelation.
Find it rather grim.
I simply hoped to bring us
a little closer to Nature.
Well, you are.
And we are in need of it.
I mustered as many as I could
from the charity box at Nonnatus.
I've got Dr Latham's accoutrements.
Very grand.
What you doing with all this stuff,
anyway? The art of relaxation.
It's not for the unwary chap, Fred.
Or, come to think of it,
chaps at all.
Ignore her. Thank you.
Oh, how charming!
We could start
having knitting at Mothercraft.
One can never have enough knitting.
On second thoughts, perhaps one can.
I don't think this little chap's
quite ready for the world.
Oh, I must say, this relaxation lark
is absolutely top hole.
She'll think the worst of me.
Don't be nervous.
Miss Ellaby's job, as moral welfare
worker, is to place baby
with a family who can provide
the life you want for him.
Miss Ellaby - Nurse Lee, Mrs Aston.
By the look of things, we should
proceed as swiftly as we are able.
At the Church
of England Infant Society,
we advise a six-week placement
in one of our mother-and-baby homes.
I understand this will not be
possible?
Mrs Aston needs to return to her
family as soon as she is able.
You are aware that children of mixed
blood are more difficult to place?
We will collect from the cottage
hospital in Burnham-on-Crouch,
where we've managed to book
Mrs Aston in.
Where do they take the baby?
Miss Ellaby, what arrangements
do you make from there?
The child will be fostered
until suitable parents are found.
It never ceases to lift the soul,
the type of parents willing
to take on abandoned children.
I'm not abandoning my baby!
I don't have a choice, Miss.
Isn't it more a case
of consequences, Mrs Aston?
So much less palatable than
the actions that led to them.
Then let us be grateful
we are not faced with them.
And let us feel compassion
for those who are.
We cover all of Poplar,
and the new clinic means we can
provide better care to more women.
Exactly what the National Health
should stand for!
Good people doing good work.
Mrs Short? This is Dr Latham.
Mrs Short is the young woman
I mentioned when we first met.
Ah. I don't think I quite have
the time today.
I'll come back. Perhaps next time?
We may have a lot to thank you for,
Mrs Short. Shall we begin?
Blankets and pillows?
I should have brought me nightie!
I should have brought me old man!
Good morning, ladies.
It is lovely to see
so many of you here.
We're pleased to welcome Dr Latham.
Thank you, thank you.
Glad to be here.
I hope to show you that our emotions
link directly to our physical being.
A peaceful mind is a peaceful body,
and thus to a peaceful birth.
Birth, the great unmentionable.
But I want to know your experiences
and concerns.
How women truly think
and feel is vital to my work.
Now, this is your body.
It's not a miracle that you perform.
It's medical.
You take away the mystery,
you take away the fear.
What will you tell your husband?
That I'm not well...
..the anaemia,
I need to go somewhere
I can be looked after.
And when you come home
without the baby?
That I lost it.
How can it hurt so much already?
It was the shock with my first.
I mean, no-one tells you, do they?
Your body's never the same.
I had forceps. That was a shock.
If you'd been more relaxed,
you'd been less afraid.
All that oxygen going to
your muscles helps them to stretch.
When I saw the forceps, I couldn't
believe they was going inside me.
Ooh!
And that reaction, that shudder,
is what happens to your cervix.
It tenses, holds on to baby,
afraid to deliver it into a world
that doesn't feel safe.
It's a powerful instinct at work.
But we don't let it flourish,
nor do we replace it
with information.
Knowledge is power, ladies.
Um... What are forceps?
You'll know about 'em
if you need 'em.
Think of medieval torture
and you're halfway there.
Most births are completely normal.
Very few require forceps, Mrs Short.
Well, my mum said having me
was no more trouble than sneezing.
Oh, your mother allowed
Nature to take over.
Remember that when your time comes.
Right, shall we break for tea?
Doris is giving her baby up for
adoption. Why didn't you tell me?
It's been so quick.
There's been time to tell
Sister Julienne,
to get the adoption agency involved.
I saw the woman leaving.
Jenny, this is an enormously hard
situation to deal with alone.
I'm your friend. You would have
confided in me before...
And I wanted to, but you've had such
a bee in your bonnet
about this wretched promotion.
Doris has to give up her baby
because it's black.
I could have helped you.
I've been through this with Ted
and Winnie Lawson.
Can you really compare
Ted with Cyril Aston?
How you and I feel doesn't matter.
It's called a Peace rose...
..though one feels it has yet to
fully realise its properties.
Nurse Miller, you mentioned
that you'd read my book?
Think I know it word for word.
Good because you are going to lead
the relaxation class.
But they've come to see you!
Because you persuaded them.
Because they trust you.
I've no magic.
This is all about instinct.
Trust yours.
Well, ladies, if you're comfortable,
then we'll begin.
Lie back.
Place your hands
gently on your stomach.
Close your eyes.
Feel your face
relax and breathe deeply,
right into the bottom of your lungs.
Feel your chest rising.
Not in this girdle!
Let go of all your worries.
Let go of the cleaning, tomorrow's
dinner, the washing.
There's no carrying shopping here,
just breathing
and relaxing each muscle,
the face, the neck.
Relax your shoulders as you exhale,
Mrs Short.
Be aware of your ribs
moving down as you breathe out.
And in.
And out.
We got company?
I got to go away for a little
while tomorrow.
I got to be in a special hospital
for the baby cos of the anaemia.
What you on about?
What's wrong with ya?
I told you - the anaemia,
makes things difficult.
How come you never said
nothing before?
I didn't want to worry you.
Where are you going?
Out Essex way, in the country.
For the air and that.
I can't take no time off of work.
Who's going to look after the kids?
I done you a stew.
Mum'll be staying.
That's the cherry on the top,
that is.
Won't be for long, Cyril.
And I'm going to be better.
That's what matters, isn't it?
Goodbye. Thank you
so much for coming. Thank you.
Try and find time each night
to practise.
You'll sleep better and the
exercises will become second nature.
I want that, Miss.
More than anything.
Your patients are in good hands.
I can't thank you enough for coming.
The fact that you asked me
in the first place
gives me every hope for the future.
I shall keep in touch.
I should like to see how you
take on the world, Nurse Miller.
When you've finished huffing
and puffing, we expect every pillow
and blanket returned
in the condition it left Nonnatus.
And if you're suggesting
that a few deep breaths
and not thinking about what's for
dinner is all there is to labour,
you are leading your patients
up the fairy way.
Told you there was nothing to it.
Do you mind?
I'm entering a meditative state.
I hope you don't need a passport.
See you after your holiday, then.
Ain't no holiday.
Larry? Larry, love?
I need you to be a big boy.
Larry, I need you to take
the other boys to school.
Doris Aston is in labour.
I don't think we'll have time to
move her to Burnham-on-Crouch.
It's her fourth child. There's
a good chance labour will be swift.
I'll speak to Miss Ellaby,
bring forward arrangements.
You go to Doris.
There's no pain like the separation
of mother and child.
You'll need
all your strength for Doris.
You got to get me away.
I can't have it here. I can't!
I'm afraid you're going to have to.
No time to move you
and baby wants to come.
Doris, look at me.
I'm here, all right?
That's it! That's it!
Good. Push for me!
Push for me! That's it! Good.
Keep that going. Keep that going.
Keep it going, Doris! Good.
Good girl! That's really good!
And now I want you to slow down
and pant. Pant!
That's it! Good! Good!
Slowly, gently. All right?
Good girl, good girl!
The head's delivered, Doris!
I want my baby.
Doing wonderfully, Doris.
One more push for me, all right?
That's it! You can feel that!
Good, good. Good!
It's a girl.
There you are.
My daughter!
Her fingernails is white.
I'm going to have to call Dr Turner.
You've torn. Only a little,
but I do need him here.
When does your husband get home?
Not till evening.
Sister Julienne is speaking
to Miss Ellaby.
The adoption has to be
brought forward.
Do you understand what that means,
Doris? Yes.
It means I've got till they come.
Nurse Miller?
Mrs Short's gone into labour and,
according to her husband,
"She must have Nurse Miller!"
Get your coat and bag.
I'll meet you at the bicycles.
I'll never forget you.
Never.
My beautiful girl.
Remember me.
That'll be Dr Turner.
Mr Aston.
You've had it?
What are you doing here?
You shouldn't be here.
I had this feeling.
I... I needed to come back.
I was scared for you.
I wanted to tell you. I did.
I wanted to tell you. Tell me?
What you on about?
Cyril, please
don't do nothing stupid.
Please come away now, Mr Aston.
What's the matter with you both?
There's something wrong with it!
Why won't you let me see?
Mr Aston, your...
Your wife needs to rest.
There was once,
just once.
I swear I never looked at another
man before him.
Please, let's go outside.
You whore...
You whore! My baby!
Please, Mr Aston!
You went with another man,
you bitch!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Cyril, I'm trying to make it right.
My wife...with a coloured bastard!
She's mine! She's mine!
Yeah, well, that ain't mine!
You leave her alone this instant!
Now, you go somewhere
and you cool off. Do you hear me?
Cool off? Calm down! Because I will
call the police, Mr Aston.
Be in no doubt about that.
Get rid of it...
..or I swear I will.
So soon? She's only just
recovering from the birth.
And what if Mr Aston
should come back tonight?
We can't take that risk.
Shelagh and I
will look after the baby
until Miss Ellaby
can secure foster parents.
I don't want to take her baby.
Nobody wants this.
But we have to make sure
baby is safe.
And she isn't safe here.
If you can't, I will.
Doris.
I'm so very sorry, but it's time.
Carole.
She looks like a Carole, don't she?
She's very beautiful.
Doctor Turner and his wife,
they'll shelter Carole tonight...
..until Miss Ellaby
can make arrangements.
I need to move Carole to where
she can be safe.
Home straights now, Nellie.
Just going to examine you.
Don't push, Nellie.
Nurse Miller, what is it?
Baby's OP
and we're only two fingers dilated.
The pain, Nurse!
Something's wrong, isn't it?
Baby's in a different position,
Nellie. That's why you're
feeling the urge to push.
He's pressing on your back passage.
But you can't push. Not yet.
Ooh! What does that mean?
Not the forceps!
Please! Promise me, Nurse.
I don't want no interference.
Promise me!
We'll do all we can to avoid it.
Nurse?
Don't make promises you can't keep!
That's the trouble with a little
knowledge. It's a dangerous thing.
We need to get her
into the maternity home.
I want my mum!
She promised she'd be here for me.
Nellie, we're with you.
Surely we can try and help Nellie
give birth the way she wants to?
But she's not doing anything
without 100 milligrams of pethidine.
And if I sense one hint of risk,
we're calling Doctor Turner!
Sh! Now, close your eyes, Nellie.
I'll draw the curtains to make
the room more peaceful.
Take that deep breath
and feel it moving through you.
Now come on. With me.
Out and in.
And out.
And in.
And out. That's it.
Surely not! It couldn't be!
But that did look like a smile.
You know, it's probably wind.
Ooh!
Now, that was a smile for me!
Definitely for me.
I've held so many babies,
helped them with their first breath,
put them in their mother's arms.
I want the next baby
I hold to be ours.
I don't want to let go any more.
You're giving away Cuthbert?
You've had him since you were born.
I want Carole to have him.
She can look after him.
I'm too old for him now.
I wasn't going to say anything.
Couldn't she stay?
There's a family out there
who don't have any children.
They're waiting for her.
She's going to make such
a difference to their lives.
But what about our lives?
Oh, I think
we're going to be all right.
She hasn't got the strength
she'll need to get this baby out.
It's been seven hours
and she's still not fully dilated.
This is not right! Please, Sister!
Just a little more time.
Her mind is calm and her body will
start to relax, too.
I won't take risks with mother
or child. Neither will I.
Feel your chest relaxing
and the oxygen coming to your womb.
Give me strength!
Just need to see how you're doing.
Fully dilated.
All right now, Nellie. We need you
up because of the position of baby,
and we need you to push.
You said not to.
Now you need to give it some oomph,
my girl!
And it helps
if you pull against something.
And that something is me.
Yes! Come on!
Nana says we mustn't say nothing.
Is she in heaven, Mum?
Larry, give me a cuddle, please.
One day we'll get a sister,
won't we, Mum?
Think of each contraction
as your womb taking a breath,
breathing your baby down towards
the birth canal.
We're nearly there, Nellie.
Keep going!
Come on now!
This goes on much longer,
she'll be past the point of pushing.
Nellie? Nellie?
What would your mother
tell you to do?
That's it! That's it!
Big push!
Now, pant now, Nellie.
Pant, pant, pant!
Head is born. Sunny side up!
All right now, Nellie.
Now, one more big push!
It's a boy.
You wanted to see the world straight
away, didn't you, little one?
Cos you're brave...
..just like your mum.
You did it, Nellie.
Well done.
Thank you.
For everything.
I love you, Mum.
I never thought I'd say this, but
I'm glad you didn't listen to me.
You should be proud of yourself,
Nurse Miller.
You did it your own way, a new way,
and you were right to.
Thank you.
Oh, I shall sleep well tonight.
In.
And out.
And in.
Any tenderness?
Anything?
Everything's normal, Doris.
I brought you some Epsom Salts
to help dry up your milk
when it comes.
Milk's all I got to remember her by.
Will you help me?
Course I will.
She's got nothing to remember me by.
I'm her mother
but she's never going to know that.
So, I wrote a letter.
Will you take it to her?
'On one piece of paper,
Doris crammed the love
'she hoped would last a lifetime.
'All that she would miss -
the first tooth,
'the first day of school,
the talks they would have had,
'the love they would have shared.
'She trusted in God
that Carole would
'have a good life
'with good people who would give her
daughter the future she couldn't.
'More than anything, she wished
she could have kept her
'because whatever anyone
else might feel,
'it couldn't be what Doris felt.
'Her daughter was of and from her.
'They were a part of each other
and always would be.'
How is Mrs Aston?
Not good.
I can't let go of her.
I don't know how her mother could.
We do try.
We do our best to make this
as speedy and painless as possible.
Paperwork, as always,
is a necessary evil
and then we may all
go about our business.
We've secured good parents,
a couple from Durham.
He's a lecturer at the university.
The child will want for nothing.
Goodbye, little one.
God bless you.
Miss Ellaby, I have a letter
from Mrs Aston to her daughter
for when she's old
enough to understand.
She wants to make it clear it was
circumstances, not lack of love.
I'm sorry, Sister Lee.
In this case, the parents request
no onward contact.
We will take the letter
and keep it safe.
If Carole searches for her
mother one day,
hopefully, records will
bring her to us.
Miss Ellaby spoke of the parents
as if Doris had no
link at all with her baby.
When I was a child,
I would write to Father Christmas.
I would put down my many wants,
mostly chocolate and cake.
My father would send
the letter up the chimney
and as far as I was aware,
into the hands of Father Christmas.
Not sure I follow.
With the greatest respect,
Sister Monica Joan,
you can't compare this letter
to your note to Santa Claus.
I think what Sister is
saying is that sometimes, the act
of letter-writing is as important
as the receipt of the letter.
Tell Doris we will take care of what
she has needed to say.
And if Carole needs to hear those
words, she will find us.
So, you're back?
It's gone, then?
She. Not "it".
Blame me, Cyril. I cheated.
I done this. Hate me
and I wouldn't blame you.
But not her.
Are any of them mine?
You know they are.
Could you rinse it again?
It's got egg on it.
I'm sorry. I'm doing it again,
aren't I?
I don't mean to be bossy.
I'm just trying to do my best.
You're doing brilliantly, Jenny.
I couldn't have gone through what
you did with Doris.
You could.
We all could...
..cos it's not about us, is it?
Mother and baby first.
Always.
But don't underestimate yourself,
Sister.
Even if you do wear that
ridiculous hat.
Least I don't pretend to be
a natural blonde!
No pretence, I can assure you.
My mother said
I was born with a halo.
Doris must be confused.
She was sure she dyed your hair.
Outrageous!
Change your mind?
Come and march for peace.
I'm afraid my mind is
completely my own.
And what about your heart?
I think I'd like to share that.
Shouldn't it be me
giving you flowers?
Well, now that you mention it...
It's a Peace rose.
My contribution to your march.
I know, I know. Now, you have
your work to do.
My work and my vocation.
Are you planning on going
back to your work?
Doris, you have
to stop punishing yourself.
You have three other children
who depend on you.
You can't hide for ever.
Just to the shop and back.
I can't. I ain't ready.
And you won't be ready tomorrow
or the day after,
but this is your home, Doris,
where your children go to school,
where your friends are
and where you will work again.
Penny sweets, Mum?
Doris, how are you?
Nurse.
I'm fine, Lizzie. Thanks for asking.
Well, what do you have, then?
Boy or girl?
And where is it? Where's the baby?
I, um...
It's been quite... No-one's even
heard a cry! Lucky you, I say.
Mrs Aston's had a rather
difficult...
No baby.
No baby.
Excuse me.
MUSIC: "You Always Hurt the One
You Love" by Connie Francis
'The beginning of life drove us
to be strong throughout it
'and to accept the consequences
our actions brought us.
'In those acts of instinct
and courage we found a freedom
'and it made us bold.
'It made us believe
we could change the world.
'And in our own small ways, we did.'
Nurse Noakes' birthday present.
My Fair Lady, Drury Lane,
Saturday night.
You needn't come
if it isn't manly enough for you.
I'd come to a meeting of the WI
if you were going to be there.
Well, I dare say it will be quite
fascinating to be
surrounded by hardened criminals.
Most of the women who are locked
up are charged with petty theft,
fraud, prostitution.
But one thing's for sure.
It is no place to have a baby.
If they think I'm an unfit mother,
they'll take my baby, won't they?
We can't save everyone.
But she isn't everyone.
♪ ..With a hasty word
you can't recall
♪ So if I broke
♪ Your heart last night
♪ It's because I love you
most of all. ♪
the primal act of a woman's life,
'a time fuelled by instinct
and by fear.
'Trusting our instinct
can be what we fear most.
'Our actions are ours alone, and
we must suffer their consequences.'
Morning, Cyril.
Doris must be due any day now.
Ready for those sleepless
nights again?
Bet you thought you were
done with them!
What can I say?
Well, come on then, lads!
Put your backs into it!
Got another load coming in at nine.
We've either done something terribly
wrong or terribly right.
Your new hairdo's probably drawn
complaints. Far too racy!
It's modelled on Jean Seberg in
The Mouse That Roared.
Or we've had the record
player up too loud
and Sister Evangelina's not happy.
Not enough jazz!
Come in!
We've had an awful
lot of change lately -
the move, our new antenatal clinic.
Our royal visit announced us
with some fanfare
and we're far busier now.
We need a figurehead, just to
steady the ship on clinic days.
And it feels right
it should be one of you.
All of you brim with
invaluable qualities.
Nurse Franklin,
as our most senior midwife...
I'd be absolutely thrilled....
You bring a reassuring
presence to the wider community
and I want you to continue
with that.
Nurse Miller, keep forging ahead
with our Mothercraft programme,
for which you show such aptitude.
Of course, Sister Julienne.
Nurse Lee, you showed gumption,
initiative
and organisation during our move.
I'd like you to
be our Acting Sister on clinic days.
Don't quite know what to say.
That you can start
with clinic this afternoon?
Would have been nice to have been
considered, that's all I'm saying.
"Reassuring presence
in the wider community"!
Makes me sound like a drinking
fountain!
Or a lamp post. Perfectly vital.
Oh, look at, you, Sister Lee!
Isn't it Acting Sister?
Sister will do perfectly well.
Are we going to be busy?
Full steam ahead.
Good afternoon, ladies. Do come in.
Oh, nice hat, Nurse!
Hello.
Mrs Aston?
Dr Turner's ready for you.
The cubicle at this end.
Watch it!
We're low on iodine.
Would you mind restocking?
Oh, and an inventory
of the cupboard would be useful.
We should know exactly what
we have at all times.
It's going to be a tight ship
from now on.
(I rather preferred the loose one!)
Mrs Short? Midwife will see you.
How are you sleeping?
Thomas says I turn like a mangle,
but that's just cos there's still
so much to do, so much to be ready.
It's round the corner
and we still ain't got a potty!
Mrs Short, baby won't need
a potty for a while yet.
I keep telling him,
"It's not going to happen by magic!"
It's him and me.
It's us.
I keep telling him that, but
he just don't seem that bothered.
Perhaps because he thinks you'll
make a very good mother.
My mum always said I'd be a natural.
But how can you be, though?
Something as important as this,
something you've never even
done before?
Your mother knows you better than
anyone. Trust her, Mrs Short.
Look up. Look up.
They say that if you look up,
it stops you from crying.
I lost Mum. Five months now.
Only feels like yesterday.
She said she was going to be there
with me and help me.
But she's not...
..and I'm all at sea, Nurse.
You're with us now.
We will look after you.
We need to be careful of anaemia,
Mrs Aston.
And you need to slow down.
There's not long to go now.
Cutting hair keeps me sane.
I can't lose my regulars.
Took years to build up customers.
Men wouldn't go near a woman cutter.
Just like women wouldn't trust a man
with their hair till Vidal Sassoon.
You'll be feeding for several
months, Mrs Aston.
It won't be possible to
return to work.
Well, as soon as it is, then.
She doesn't seem to realise
she's about to have a baby.
A little complacency is natural.
This is her fourth child.
But we need to make sure she's
properly prepared at home.
Of course, Doctor.
I have numerous cupboards at home
in want of not just a stock-take
but a good old sort.
Volunteers will be fed and watered.
Tell me
your cupboards are on the Riviera
and I'll be there in a trice.
It's peculiar, isn't it?
We can be so very organised in our
work, yet so chaotic in our lives.
I found a pair of Freddie's
booties in the larder this morning.
It's only a matter of time before
I start using Peter's police helmet
as a coal scuttle.
If you need help, please ask.
We seem to have a surfeit
of olive oil, at least. Chummy!
One feels one should be
able to manage.
You do!
Besides, you promised all volunteers
would be fed and watered.
I'm in it purely for the cakes.
You checking up on me or something?
I only saw you this morning.
Sorry, Mrs Aston. I should have
given you our delivery pack.
It's important it's kept clean,
dry and close at hand.
Shall I take it
through to the bedroom?
Never let up, do they?
It's quite all right.
Boys, leave the nurse's bike alone!
We have a collection of items
at Nonnatus to help with
the baby, should you need anything -
a pram, perhaps, or a cot?
I'm all right, ta.
You're very close now, Mrs Aston.
You need to be ready for baby.
I said I'm all right, Nurse!
If there's anything...
I'd see Miss Franklin, wouldn't I?
We get on, her and me.
I hope you feel you
could see any of us.
We all want what's
best for our patients.
I dyed her hair the first time.
Miss Franklin, I mean.
Walked in as a mouse,
left as Jean Harlow!
And she swears she's a natural
blonde! That's how good I am, Nurse.
Yes, and I love her new hairdo.
Don't be worrying about me.
I've had three already.
I don't need no looking after.
Very glamorous for a lecture.
You never know who you'll meet.
Dusty old academics
and midwives like us.
It's a talk about childbirth!
Oh, we'd nearly given up on you.
If we hurry, we should still make it.
The transformative powers of silk.
Day to night in an instant.
You can thank me later with a
Babycham. Come on, Sister Lee.
Time to take your work hat off.
And put your heels on.
I'm supposed to be seeing Alec.
You can blame us.
Oh. I'm sorry.
He wants to toast my promotion
and he'll have already left work.
Doesn't matter.
There's plenty of us going.
You were lending it to me!
To be presentable for a lecture,
not lounging around
in some den of iniquity.
I hardly think a port and lemon
in the Hand & Shears is cause for
concern.
Besides, goes with my lipstick.
Have fun. And see you later.
I hope the baby's not a brother
cos they just punch you!
Hold still, Larry.
But if the baby's a sister,
they don't like pear drops,
so you can eat 'em all.
And George Hewitt says
they smell like Lux.
Ain't you tired yet?
Be a sister, be a sister,
be a sister! Please!
Enough now, Larry.
Come on, lads.
Stop jumping on the bed. Come on!
Look what your old man's got for ya.
Eh?
There you go. Go on, then.
Take 'em outside. Go and play.
Look after the little 'un. I thought
haircuts was next month.
How many did you do today, then?
Er... five trims and a shave.
You know no other bird goes round
cutting blokes' hair.
You're making a joke out of me
down at the docks.
Sit down.
Talk to me.
About what?
I don't know. Small talk.
Cyril, I ain't got no small talk!
What did you talk to that
lot about this morning, then?
That's nothing. That's just...
Small talk.
What was fascinating in these
regions was
the absence of pain during labour,
primarily because these women
did not expect it.
They gave birth without fear.
Compare this to our experience
of child birth -
a time of pain and fear
when a mother's instinct is dwarfed
by a well-meaning but patriarchal
medical profession over-reliant on
mechanics and pain-relieving drugs.
Will someone tell that man
to pipe down?!
It's impossible to concentrate!
Who is he?
He's Dr Latham.
He's carrying on the work
of Grantly Dick-Read,
trying to make birth less
frightening.
..Tightening the uterine muscles...
Tally ho!
Catch him before he goes to ground!
Tension directly affects delivery,
causing pain and trauma to
both mother and child and,
dare I say it, their future bond.
Let us leave the knitting
for the duration of the lecture.
Women's suffering is not
confined to birth alone!
I hope you have a
solution for that as well.
There will be
time for questions at the end.
I should much prefer a lemon puff!
You seem different.
Oh? Mm.
More authoritative, more commanding,
the way you took
control of those crisps.
Almost as if you've had a promotion.
I'm hoping you've
laid on dancing till midnight
and a carriage of white horses home.
It's the least I expect now.
I'd hate to disappoint you.
Just need to get rid of Bill
and Ben, the Disarmament Men.
We're joining the march.
What march?
Alec, this is our evening!
Ten minutes, I promise.
Must have covered half of London.
I could murder a pint!
And some pork scratchings.
Students!
Jenny, meet Bill Corbin
and Ben Myles -
two young men that want to
change the world
without ever buying a drink.
Boys, I believe I may have mentioned
this young woman to you before?
Only every day.
So, what kind of march?
The Campaign for Nuclear
Disarmament. We're banning the bomb.
We're running low,
but you're welcome to have it.
Oh, I couldn't possibly deprive you.
Dr Latham,
I have a very anxious
primigravida who recently
lost her own mother.
I think the idea of giving birth
without her is overwhelming.
Yeah, well, I can see your concern.
A crisis of confidence at a time
mythologised as one of strength,
especially in a matriarchal
society like the East End.
Ah, the heckler!
That wasn't heckling or you'd be
lying down with a stiff gin.
The nerve of this plagiarist!
Lemon puff?
I don't follow.
"We become mad and delirious,
and fears and terrors assail us.
"All these things we endure
from the brain."
Hippocrates.
2,500 years before you...
..approximately.
Dr Latham, we offer Mothercraft
sessions at our antenatal clinic.
Would you consider discussing
your ideas on fear and birth?
I'd be honoured.
The East End fascinates me.
It seems to exist in a world outside
of itself - preserved, if you like.
I think it's called poverty.
Make sure you get all of those
out. I'll see you soon.
The boys literally
don't have a home to go to.
There's about ten of them sharing
a bunk in Whitechapel and I'm pretty
sure supper involves the bread
that the park ducks didn't eat.
You know, I... I think
they rather look up to me.
Which I'm sure you struggle with
terribly.
Alec, I'm tired.
Your friends are perfectly sweet
but I gave up tonight
with my friends because I wanted
to see you, to spend time together.
A few months ago, I'd have spent
night after night orchestrating our
part in this march. I build things.
I don't want to see them destroyed.
And now I'm having
to MAKE myself care.
Truth is,
it's all gone out the window.
All I care about is you.
It's maddening!
Do stop talking.
Where's my carriage of white horses?
Well, I had a plan B - unicorns.
But they're proving unreliable, too.
Mythic creatures always are.
Aren't they?
Look after yourselves.
Right, off you go.
Bye, Mum.
Dr Latham calls it
"Nature's painkiller".
Our breathing regulates our emotions
and that follows through to birth.
Hello! Morning!
The blood test results
are back from The London.
Doctor Turner's seen them
and asks if you'd pass on the good
news to Mrs Aston.
Of course. Thank you.
Oh, Sister Winifred will take
your patients when Dr Latham visits.
How are preparations going?
He needs certain items for his class.
Fred's collecting those.
Just hope everyone finds it
as fascinating as I do.
He's fitting us
in before he goes to Paris.
And then he's off to America.
New York, Paris, Poplar.
Not exactly a natural grouping.
We'll mention it to
all our patients.
First on the list should be
Doris Aston.
There's something very
unsettled about her.
She'd be a lot more relaxed
if her husband wasn't such a bully.
A bully? Oh, jealous of any man
that looks at her.
Hates that she works.
I possibly shouldn't say,
but Peter's had a few
contretemps with him.
I believe one would certainly
call him hot-headed.
Well, I wish you'd said!
It might explain why she seems
so detached.
You didn't think to ask.
You were too busy being bossy.
If you call trying to do my job
being bossy...
If the cap fits.
Perhaps everyone should sign up.
Mrs Aston?
Mrs Aston, there you are!
Good news on your blood test -
the anaemia's under control
and your blood count's a healthy
11.5 grams.
Sorry, Nurse. I'm in a hurry.
I've got customers waiting.
Let me help you. Ooh!
What have you got in there?
The kitchen sink? Just leave me be!
Doris, what's the matter?
I got to go away for a little bit.
Just down to Brighton for a while.
Doris, what are you doing?
I needed that!
I've got to go!
You don't understand.
He'll finish me off.
Has something happened?
I can't have it here.
Come to the maternity home.
It ain't his.
I shouldn't be here.
It's very kind of you, but...
Mrs Aston,
we want to be able to help you.
You can't.
How can you be so sure
about your husband?
That he's not the father?
I know.
It's once in a blue moon.
And then we...
We use a rubber.
I told him it must've leaked.
I ain't proud of it.
What were you going to do,
when you got to Brighton?
Leave the baby.
Leave him somewhere he'd have nice
people, the life I can't give him.
He'd kill me
if I went with any other fella.
Forgive me, Mrs Aston, but unless
you tell him, how would he know?
He wouldn't be the first man to
raise a child who was not his own.
It ain't that simple.
I'm not saying it's easy, but in the
long run, it may save a lot of pain.
There's no reason why your husband
wouldn't love this child as...
It's coloured.
I can't hide it.
He won't grow to love it.
Now, do you see?
What about the father?
Can you talk to him?
It weren't no love story, Nurse.
God knows what you must think of me!
My husband can't ever see this baby.
I can't keep it.
We can find you a safe place
to give birth...
..and if you mean adoption,
we can help with arrangements,
but you must be very
sure about this decision.
It's two lives.
One with my family
and another with...
I missed the hot water. Again.
Ice does wonders for the complexion.
I just wanted a soak in the tub.
It's been such a day.
Trixie? Hm?
The hot water's such a bore,
isn't it?
No, I meant the day.
It's been terribly difficult.
Trixie, I'm trying to talk to you!
Hm?
Yes, sorry.
I'm utterly lost in this.
Well, I suppose with great
responsibility comes great
sacrifice.
Shoulders back and all that.
The smell always reminds me of home.
My mother was a formidable
rose grower.
Why is it the English are
so very good with plants
and so very poor with people?
That's a little harsh, Sister.
Especially as this is a Peace rose.
I remember my mother telling me
about the day it was named,
the same day Berlin fell.
"The greatest new rose of our time
"must be named for the world's
greatest desire - peace."
And yet, here we are
with a greater threat -
the atomic demon!
"And there followed hail and fire
mingled with blood...
"..and they were cast upon
the earth,
"and the third part of trees
was burnt up."
I've always skimmed Revelation.
Find it rather grim.
I simply hoped to bring us
a little closer to Nature.
Well, you are.
And we are in need of it.
I mustered as many as I could
from the charity box at Nonnatus.
I've got Dr Latham's accoutrements.
Very grand.
What you doing with all this stuff,
anyway? The art of relaxation.
It's not for the unwary chap, Fred.
Or, come to think of it,
chaps at all.
Ignore her. Thank you.
Oh, how charming!
We could start
having knitting at Mothercraft.
One can never have enough knitting.
On second thoughts, perhaps one can.
I don't think this little chap's
quite ready for the world.
Oh, I must say, this relaxation lark
is absolutely top hole.
She'll think the worst of me.
Don't be nervous.
Miss Ellaby's job, as moral welfare
worker, is to place baby
with a family who can provide
the life you want for him.
Miss Ellaby - Nurse Lee, Mrs Aston.
By the look of things, we should
proceed as swiftly as we are able.
At the Church
of England Infant Society,
we advise a six-week placement
in one of our mother-and-baby homes.
I understand this will not be
possible?
Mrs Aston needs to return to her
family as soon as she is able.
You are aware that children of mixed
blood are more difficult to place?
We will collect from the cottage
hospital in Burnham-on-Crouch,
where we've managed to book
Mrs Aston in.
Where do they take the baby?
Miss Ellaby, what arrangements
do you make from there?
The child will be fostered
until suitable parents are found.
It never ceases to lift the soul,
the type of parents willing
to take on abandoned children.
I'm not abandoning my baby!
I don't have a choice, Miss.
Isn't it more a case
of consequences, Mrs Aston?
So much less palatable than
the actions that led to them.
Then let us be grateful
we are not faced with them.
And let us feel compassion
for those who are.
We cover all of Poplar,
and the new clinic means we can
provide better care to more women.
Exactly what the National Health
should stand for!
Good people doing good work.
Mrs Short? This is Dr Latham.
Mrs Short is the young woman
I mentioned when we first met.
Ah. I don't think I quite have
the time today.
I'll come back. Perhaps next time?
We may have a lot to thank you for,
Mrs Short. Shall we begin?
Blankets and pillows?
I should have brought me nightie!
I should have brought me old man!
Good morning, ladies.
It is lovely to see
so many of you here.
We're pleased to welcome Dr Latham.
Thank you, thank you.
Glad to be here.
I hope to show you that our emotions
link directly to our physical being.
A peaceful mind is a peaceful body,
and thus to a peaceful birth.
Birth, the great unmentionable.
But I want to know your experiences
and concerns.
How women truly think
and feel is vital to my work.
Now, this is your body.
It's not a miracle that you perform.
It's medical.
You take away the mystery,
you take away the fear.
What will you tell your husband?
That I'm not well...
..the anaemia,
I need to go somewhere
I can be looked after.
And when you come home
without the baby?
That I lost it.
How can it hurt so much already?
It was the shock with my first.
I mean, no-one tells you, do they?
Your body's never the same.
I had forceps. That was a shock.
If you'd been more relaxed,
you'd been less afraid.
All that oxygen going to
your muscles helps them to stretch.
When I saw the forceps, I couldn't
believe they was going inside me.
Ooh!
And that reaction, that shudder,
is what happens to your cervix.
It tenses, holds on to baby,
afraid to deliver it into a world
that doesn't feel safe.
It's a powerful instinct at work.
But we don't let it flourish,
nor do we replace it
with information.
Knowledge is power, ladies.
Um... What are forceps?
You'll know about 'em
if you need 'em.
Think of medieval torture
and you're halfway there.
Most births are completely normal.
Very few require forceps, Mrs Short.
Well, my mum said having me
was no more trouble than sneezing.
Oh, your mother allowed
Nature to take over.
Remember that when your time comes.
Right, shall we break for tea?
Doris is giving her baby up for
adoption. Why didn't you tell me?
It's been so quick.
There's been time to tell
Sister Julienne,
to get the adoption agency involved.
I saw the woman leaving.
Jenny, this is an enormously hard
situation to deal with alone.
I'm your friend. You would have
confided in me before...
And I wanted to, but you've had such
a bee in your bonnet
about this wretched promotion.
Doris has to give up her baby
because it's black.
I could have helped you.
I've been through this with Ted
and Winnie Lawson.
Can you really compare
Ted with Cyril Aston?
How you and I feel doesn't matter.
It's called a Peace rose...
..though one feels it has yet to
fully realise its properties.
Nurse Miller, you mentioned
that you'd read my book?
Think I know it word for word.
Good because you are going to lead
the relaxation class.
But they've come to see you!
Because you persuaded them.
Because they trust you.
I've no magic.
This is all about instinct.
Trust yours.
Well, ladies, if you're comfortable,
then we'll begin.
Lie back.
Place your hands
gently on your stomach.
Close your eyes.
Feel your face
relax and breathe deeply,
right into the bottom of your lungs.
Feel your chest rising.
Not in this girdle!
Let go of all your worries.
Let go of the cleaning, tomorrow's
dinner, the washing.
There's no carrying shopping here,
just breathing
and relaxing each muscle,
the face, the neck.
Relax your shoulders as you exhale,
Mrs Short.
Be aware of your ribs
moving down as you breathe out.
And in.
And out.
We got company?
I got to go away for a little
while tomorrow.
I got to be in a special hospital
for the baby cos of the anaemia.
What you on about?
What's wrong with ya?
I told you - the anaemia,
makes things difficult.
How come you never said
nothing before?
I didn't want to worry you.
Where are you going?
Out Essex way, in the country.
For the air and that.
I can't take no time off of work.
Who's going to look after the kids?
I done you a stew.
Mum'll be staying.
That's the cherry on the top,
that is.
Won't be for long, Cyril.
And I'm going to be better.
That's what matters, isn't it?
Goodbye. Thank you
so much for coming. Thank you.
Try and find time each night
to practise.
You'll sleep better and the
exercises will become second nature.
I want that, Miss.
More than anything.
Your patients are in good hands.
I can't thank you enough for coming.
The fact that you asked me
in the first place
gives me every hope for the future.
I shall keep in touch.
I should like to see how you
take on the world, Nurse Miller.
When you've finished huffing
and puffing, we expect every pillow
and blanket returned
in the condition it left Nonnatus.
And if you're suggesting
that a few deep breaths
and not thinking about what's for
dinner is all there is to labour,
you are leading your patients
up the fairy way.
Told you there was nothing to it.
Do you mind?
I'm entering a meditative state.
I hope you don't need a passport.
See you after your holiday, then.
Ain't no holiday.
Larry? Larry, love?
I need you to be a big boy.
Larry, I need you to take
the other boys to school.
Doris Aston is in labour.
I don't think we'll have time to
move her to Burnham-on-Crouch.
It's her fourth child. There's
a good chance labour will be swift.
I'll speak to Miss Ellaby,
bring forward arrangements.
You go to Doris.
There's no pain like the separation
of mother and child.
You'll need
all your strength for Doris.
You got to get me away.
I can't have it here. I can't!
I'm afraid you're going to have to.
No time to move you
and baby wants to come.
Doris, look at me.
I'm here, all right?
That's it! That's it!
Good. Push for me!
Push for me! That's it! Good.
Keep that going. Keep that going.
Keep it going, Doris! Good.
Good girl! That's really good!
And now I want you to slow down
and pant. Pant!
That's it! Good! Good!
Slowly, gently. All right?
Good girl, good girl!
The head's delivered, Doris!
I want my baby.
Doing wonderfully, Doris.
One more push for me, all right?
That's it! You can feel that!
Good, good. Good!
It's a girl.
There you are.
My daughter!
Her fingernails is white.
I'm going to have to call Dr Turner.
You've torn. Only a little,
but I do need him here.
When does your husband get home?
Not till evening.
Sister Julienne is speaking
to Miss Ellaby.
The adoption has to be
brought forward.
Do you understand what that means,
Doris? Yes.
It means I've got till they come.
Nurse Miller?
Mrs Short's gone into labour and,
according to her husband,
"She must have Nurse Miller!"
Get your coat and bag.
I'll meet you at the bicycles.
I'll never forget you.
Never.
My beautiful girl.
Remember me.
That'll be Dr Turner.
Mr Aston.
You've had it?
What are you doing here?
You shouldn't be here.
I had this feeling.
I... I needed to come back.
I was scared for you.
I wanted to tell you. I did.
I wanted to tell you. Tell me?
What you on about?
Cyril, please
don't do nothing stupid.
Please come away now, Mr Aston.
What's the matter with you both?
There's something wrong with it!
Why won't you let me see?
Mr Aston, your...
Your wife needs to rest.
There was once,
just once.
I swear I never looked at another
man before him.
Please, let's go outside.
You whore...
You whore! My baby!
Please, Mr Aston!
You went with another man,
you bitch!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Cyril, I'm trying to make it right.
My wife...with a coloured bastard!
She's mine! She's mine!
Yeah, well, that ain't mine!
You leave her alone this instant!
Now, you go somewhere
and you cool off. Do you hear me?
Cool off? Calm down! Because I will
call the police, Mr Aston.
Be in no doubt about that.
Get rid of it...
..or I swear I will.
So soon? She's only just
recovering from the birth.
And what if Mr Aston
should come back tonight?
We can't take that risk.
Shelagh and I
will look after the baby
until Miss Ellaby
can secure foster parents.
I don't want to take her baby.
Nobody wants this.
But we have to make sure
baby is safe.
And she isn't safe here.
If you can't, I will.
Doris.
I'm so very sorry, but it's time.
Carole.
She looks like a Carole, don't she?
She's very beautiful.
Doctor Turner and his wife,
they'll shelter Carole tonight...
..until Miss Ellaby
can make arrangements.
I need to move Carole to where
she can be safe.
Home straights now, Nellie.
Just going to examine you.
Don't push, Nellie.
Nurse Miller, what is it?
Baby's OP
and we're only two fingers dilated.
The pain, Nurse!
Something's wrong, isn't it?
Baby's in a different position,
Nellie. That's why you're
feeling the urge to push.
He's pressing on your back passage.
But you can't push. Not yet.
Ooh! What does that mean?
Not the forceps!
Please! Promise me, Nurse.
I don't want no interference.
Promise me!
We'll do all we can to avoid it.
Nurse?
Don't make promises you can't keep!
That's the trouble with a little
knowledge. It's a dangerous thing.
We need to get her
into the maternity home.
I want my mum!
She promised she'd be here for me.
Nellie, we're with you.
Surely we can try and help Nellie
give birth the way she wants to?
But she's not doing anything
without 100 milligrams of pethidine.
And if I sense one hint of risk,
we're calling Doctor Turner!
Sh! Now, close your eyes, Nellie.
I'll draw the curtains to make
the room more peaceful.
Take that deep breath
and feel it moving through you.
Now come on. With me.
Out and in.
And out.
And in.
And out. That's it.
Surely not! It couldn't be!
But that did look like a smile.
You know, it's probably wind.
Ooh!
Now, that was a smile for me!
Definitely for me.
I've held so many babies,
helped them with their first breath,
put them in their mother's arms.
I want the next baby
I hold to be ours.
I don't want to let go any more.
You're giving away Cuthbert?
You've had him since you were born.
I want Carole to have him.
She can look after him.
I'm too old for him now.
I wasn't going to say anything.
Couldn't she stay?
There's a family out there
who don't have any children.
They're waiting for her.
She's going to make such
a difference to their lives.
But what about our lives?
Oh, I think
we're going to be all right.
She hasn't got the strength
she'll need to get this baby out.
It's been seven hours
and she's still not fully dilated.
This is not right! Please, Sister!
Just a little more time.
Her mind is calm and her body will
start to relax, too.
I won't take risks with mother
or child. Neither will I.
Feel your chest relaxing
and the oxygen coming to your womb.
Give me strength!
Just need to see how you're doing.
Fully dilated.
All right now, Nellie. We need you
up because of the position of baby,
and we need you to push.
You said not to.
Now you need to give it some oomph,
my girl!
And it helps
if you pull against something.
And that something is me.
Yes! Come on!
Nana says we mustn't say nothing.
Is she in heaven, Mum?
Larry, give me a cuddle, please.
One day we'll get a sister,
won't we, Mum?
Think of each contraction
as your womb taking a breath,
breathing your baby down towards
the birth canal.
We're nearly there, Nellie.
Keep going!
Come on now!
This goes on much longer,
she'll be past the point of pushing.
Nellie? Nellie?
What would your mother
tell you to do?
That's it! That's it!
Big push!
Now, pant now, Nellie.
Pant, pant, pant!
Head is born. Sunny side up!
All right now, Nellie.
Now, one more big push!
It's a boy.
You wanted to see the world straight
away, didn't you, little one?
Cos you're brave...
..just like your mum.
You did it, Nellie.
Well done.
Thank you.
For everything.
I love you, Mum.
I never thought I'd say this, but
I'm glad you didn't listen to me.
You should be proud of yourself,
Nurse Miller.
You did it your own way, a new way,
and you were right to.
Thank you.
Oh, I shall sleep well tonight.
In.
And out.
And in.
Any tenderness?
Anything?
Everything's normal, Doris.
I brought you some Epsom Salts
to help dry up your milk
when it comes.
Milk's all I got to remember her by.
Will you help me?
Course I will.
She's got nothing to remember me by.
I'm her mother
but she's never going to know that.
So, I wrote a letter.
Will you take it to her?
'On one piece of paper,
Doris crammed the love
'she hoped would last a lifetime.
'All that she would miss -
the first tooth,
'the first day of school,
the talks they would have had,
'the love they would have shared.
'She trusted in God
that Carole would
'have a good life
'with good people who would give her
daughter the future she couldn't.
'More than anything, she wished
she could have kept her
'because whatever anyone
else might feel,
'it couldn't be what Doris felt.
'Her daughter was of and from her.
'They were a part of each other
and always would be.'
How is Mrs Aston?
Not good.
I can't let go of her.
I don't know how her mother could.
We do try.
We do our best to make this
as speedy and painless as possible.
Paperwork, as always,
is a necessary evil
and then we may all
go about our business.
We've secured good parents,
a couple from Durham.
He's a lecturer at the university.
The child will want for nothing.
Goodbye, little one.
God bless you.
Miss Ellaby, I have a letter
from Mrs Aston to her daughter
for when she's old
enough to understand.
She wants to make it clear it was
circumstances, not lack of love.
I'm sorry, Sister Lee.
In this case, the parents request
no onward contact.
We will take the letter
and keep it safe.
If Carole searches for her
mother one day,
hopefully, records will
bring her to us.
Miss Ellaby spoke of the parents
as if Doris had no
link at all with her baby.
When I was a child,
I would write to Father Christmas.
I would put down my many wants,
mostly chocolate and cake.
My father would send
the letter up the chimney
and as far as I was aware,
into the hands of Father Christmas.
Not sure I follow.
With the greatest respect,
Sister Monica Joan,
you can't compare this letter
to your note to Santa Claus.
I think what Sister is
saying is that sometimes, the act
of letter-writing is as important
as the receipt of the letter.
Tell Doris we will take care of what
she has needed to say.
And if Carole needs to hear those
words, she will find us.
So, you're back?
It's gone, then?
She. Not "it".
Blame me, Cyril. I cheated.
I done this. Hate me
and I wouldn't blame you.
But not her.
Are any of them mine?
You know they are.
Could you rinse it again?
It's got egg on it.
I'm sorry. I'm doing it again,
aren't I?
I don't mean to be bossy.
I'm just trying to do my best.
You're doing brilliantly, Jenny.
I couldn't have gone through what
you did with Doris.
You could.
We all could...
..cos it's not about us, is it?
Mother and baby first.
Always.
But don't underestimate yourself,
Sister.
Even if you do wear that
ridiculous hat.
Least I don't pretend to be
a natural blonde!
No pretence, I can assure you.
My mother said
I was born with a halo.
Doris must be confused.
She was sure she dyed your hair.
Outrageous!
Change your mind?
Come and march for peace.
I'm afraid my mind is
completely my own.
And what about your heart?
I think I'd like to share that.
Shouldn't it be me
giving you flowers?
Well, now that you mention it...
It's a Peace rose.
My contribution to your march.
I know, I know. Now, you have
your work to do.
My work and my vocation.
Are you planning on going
back to your work?
Doris, you have
to stop punishing yourself.
You have three other children
who depend on you.
You can't hide for ever.
Just to the shop and back.
I can't. I ain't ready.
And you won't be ready tomorrow
or the day after,
but this is your home, Doris,
where your children go to school,
where your friends are
and where you will work again.
Penny sweets, Mum?
Doris, how are you?
Nurse.
I'm fine, Lizzie. Thanks for asking.
Well, what do you have, then?
Boy or girl?
And where is it? Where's the baby?
I, um...
It's been quite... No-one's even
heard a cry! Lucky you, I say.
Mrs Aston's had a rather
difficult...
No baby.
No baby.
Excuse me.
MUSIC: "You Always Hurt the One
You Love" by Connie Francis
'The beginning of life drove us
to be strong throughout it
'and to accept the consequences
our actions brought us.
'In those acts of instinct
and courage we found a freedom
'and it made us bold.
'It made us believe
we could change the world.
'And in our own small ways, we did.'
Nurse Noakes' birthday present.
My Fair Lady, Drury Lane,
Saturday night.
You needn't come
if it isn't manly enough for you.
I'd come to a meeting of the WI
if you were going to be there.
Well, I dare say it will be quite
fascinating to be
surrounded by hardened criminals.
Most of the women who are locked
up are charged with petty theft,
fraud, prostitution.
But one thing's for sure.
It is no place to have a baby.
If they think I'm an unfit mother,
they'll take my baby, won't they?
We can't save everyone.
But she isn't everyone.
♪ ..With a hasty word
you can't recall
♪ So if I broke
♪ Your heart last night
♪ It's because I love you
most of all. ♪