Call the Midwife (2012–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Episode #3.5 - full transcript

I had made
Nonnatus House my home.

When I needed peace and comfort,

when I needed to grieve
and to be restored,

I did not go far.

It was as though its roof
still sheltered me,

as though I was still safe
within its walls.

Sister Julienne,
has the post gone yet?

No. You're in luck.

Oh, good.

I don't wear this any more.
I thought it could go to

the Girls' Brigade donation
for the home.



Oh, thank you!

Is there anything you want
to send to Nurse Lee?

Just this letter.

I sat up all night trying to think
of something cheerful to say

that didn't sound too callous.

It's a frightfully fine line.

You may take these
to the Post Office

but come straight back.

We've a great deal to do
this morning.

Of course, Sister.

People retreat from the world

for different reasons.

But if I had come to the
Mother House of the order to forget,

I was not forgotten.



And that I was remembered

made my pain endurable.

Lovely!

I knew that nice little
Girls' Brigade leader

wouldn't let us down.

The Postman nearly did.

Late again.

I ought to send you out
to the gate to meet him.

There's nothing like one of
your reproachful stares

to make a person toe the line.

He's scared I'll hit him
with my stick.

Right, Jacob...

..are you ready for a spot of
crowd control after lunch?

What is this?

It's called Quiche Lorraine,
according to Mrs B.

Pass me the beetroot.

With Sister Julienne's permission,
I'll make myself a sandwich.

Of course.

What I want to know is

does Nurse Lee say
when she's coming back?

No, she doesn't.

She just closes by saying,

"I hope Sister Monica Joan
enjoyed the cake as much as I did!

"Love, Jenny."

And three kisses.

So glad she chose
to go to the Mother House.

It seems like the perfect place
for her to recuperate.

Much as we all feel
deep compassion for Nurse Lee,

her absence is felt
across every department.

I think she's fainted!

Sister? Sister?

Steak and kidney pie.

Your steak and kidney pie?

Timothy helped a bit this time.

I think I might have
a rival on my hands!

I only rolled some of the pastry.

Well, it looks delicious.

You keep him at it.

It's the summer holiday!

I don't want to be inside
doing cookery.

I want to play out!

You can't play out, Timothy.

You can't keep up
with the other boys just now.

They'll slow down for me.

I don't want you getting hurt.

I thought we'd get
the bus into town one day

and go to the Science Museum.

Oh, I can't wait!

Behave yourself, Tim.

I don't get the chance
to do anything else.

Polio damaged my legs, not my brain.

Patrick, you're needed
at Nonnatus House.

It's Sister Julienne.

Stay there.

We can hunt down an ice cream van
later, when I'm on my rounds.

Very well, everyone!

All the party clothes

are laid out on the trestle tables.

and you are all to choose one outfit

to wear for the Founder's Day dance.

Do you all understand?

Yes, Miss Molyneux.

In you go!

It's mine, Mavis! It's mine! Let go!

It won't even fit you!

Mavis, give it back to Sally. Why?

Because she's older than you.

Now, Sally,

find something pretty for Mavis.

That's nice, I like that one.

We'll arrange some bloods
to be on the safe side.

But I can't find
anything wrong with you

a proper rest won't cure.

I wouldn't say no to a day in bed

and that's not like me.

No, it isn't.

But I'm not talking a day.

I'm talking a week at least
and preferably two.

I am prescribing you a fortnight
at the Mother House,

starting tomorrow.

It's out of the question.

We're a midwife short

and I've Sister Evangelina's jubilee
to organise.

Jubilee?

It's the anniversary
of her religious vows

and I need to arrange a service
and a party...

Some of that's already under way!

I've been writing letters
to try to track down her family

and invite them. There!

Sister Winifred
can organise the jubilee

and someone else can run the office.

No-one else is capable. I...

Catch it!

Throw it to me!

Colin Cowdrey eat your heart out.
Eh, Doc?

Absolutely.

Good shot, Tim!

I can't believe you left him there!
What if he falls over?

Or wears himself out
and is too tired to walk home?

Shelagh, leave him
to his own devices.

We both left him to his own devices,
if you remember,

the day he was taken ill!

I don't deserve that
and neither do you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry! We're both sorry.

And he's an 11-year-old boy.

Polio or no polio,
he needs to spread his wings.

I don't know what
I'm going to do with myself.

I do.

We still have to find
another midwife

as soon as is humanly possible.

The current casebook
makes for terrifying reading.

I took the liberty
of speaking to Nurse Noakes

and she's already agreed
to do some extra shifts.

May I?

I should really let you see it from
this side of the desk, shouldn't I?

If I'm to take over the
administration whilst you are away,

that would be best.

Did Dr Turner tell you
that the gait assessment clinic

is going to be moved
to the Community Centre?

Sister Julienne, I think
we're making each other nervous.

That wasn't the object
of this exercise. No.

You can't go out in a sopping wet
uniform, Camilla!

I'm ironing it dry!
Look, dry as a bone.

People will think you've had
the accident, not Freddie.

They're expecting me at
Nonnatus House at half past, Peter!

And I was expecting to be
in my bed at quarter to!

I'm the most inconsiderate beast in
the whole sorry history of creation.

No, you're not.

You received a call to arms,

I understand.

And may you enjoy every happiness
in your new home, Reverend.

Thanks for your help, Fred.

Don't go fretting
about your khazi,

I'll be round tonight
to take me plunger to the U-bend.

Never mind
helping the curate to move in!

Sister Julienne's
got a train to catch! All right.

Morning!

He'd be more efficient
helping you to Mars!

I think a jubilee
sounds tremendously jolly.

Will we be having parlour games?

Well, I did think I might try
and find a roulette wheel

and set up a little casino
in the parlour!

I've always fancied myself
as a croupier.

The plan is for Holy Communion
followed by a tea party.

It's custom to invite
the sister's family,

and any friends
she has outside the order.

I think she had quite
a few brothers and sisters,

I've heard her mention it.

I have written to
her last known address

before she entered as a postulant

but there's been no response.

Have you tried writing
to the curate of that parish?

Curates are always such founts
of vital information.

Right, ladies, stand and deliver.

Lisbon Buildings beckons, as usual.

Who's going to answer the call?

Faggots and peas,
I can't say I'm not relieved.

So, Mrs Turner,
have you had a busy morning?

Yes, I have!

I've engaged a new midwife,

who will be joining us from
The London the day after tomorrow.

She'll be staying on
after Nurse Lee returns.

That's wonderful news!

Oh, I'm frightfully sorry

but I don't think I can eat
a morsel of lunch

until we've found out which
one of us has walked in dog dirt.

How do you know it isn't you?

It was you last time,
with your winklepicker shoes.

The mat in the parlour
still hasn't recovered.

Innocent.

Sister Winifred, Nurse Miller?

Mrs Turner?

And it was not I.
My olfactory powers are exceptional.

I should have been immediately aware
of the offence

and seen it remedied.

For two pins, I'd have every mutt
in Poplar put down!

Stand back, there's all kinds
spraying everywhere!

Leave them to dry
and come back and eat your lunch.

In my stockinged feet?
I don't think so.

Is this your only pair of shoes?

Dog dirt's the least
of your worries.

The upper's completely
come away from the sole!

You may recollect that some of us
have taken a vow of poverty.

I've had these ten years -
get another couple out of them.

I'm sending them to the menders.

I'm sure you'll find something
to tide you over

in the second-hand clothes box.

Want to join in the dancing, Sheryl?

I can manage by myself.

Shy?

She's one of my quiet ones.

I wouldn't mind a few of those.

Can you put on a slow one next,
Jacob,

just to calm everybody down?

That's the one.

Ooh, I like this one.

I feel sorry for them... all of them.

Do you know something, Sheryl?

I don't.

Where you going?

Where have you been? I've got to
pick up a list of my house calls.

I was at weekly briefing.
What's the matter with Freddie?

Eggs and soldiers
turned into a full-scale war.

Mrs Torpy's gone to sit with him
until you come home!

Oh, Mrs Torpy! There's a box
of Bickiepegs on the sideboard!

Sorry.

We agreed you'd work part-time,
Camilla.

The trouble is, Peter,
I'm a midwife

and babies aren't exactly
a part-time business.

No, they aren't.

Mrs Torpy?

I say!

I believe I'm expected?

Any objection to me barging in?

None...

for we are besieged by duty
and obligation.

All who enter here must serve,
as I do.

"Golden lads and girls all must,

"as chimney-sweepers, come to dust!"

You need a spot of polish
on that cloth,

preferably beeswax based.

If I don't get a cup of coffee
within 60 seconds,

I might commit murder.

The only way
you're going to get that

is if I pour it down your throat

through a funnel,
while you're working.

I want that autoclave turned round,
pronto.

Unless you can levitate, I suggest
you all march in on tiptoes!

I've done the whole thing twice,

cos I thought I caught
a little whiff of dog mess.

Are you the new girl?

I'm Patience Mount
but people call me Patsy.

Move your mop and bucket.

Nurse Miller and Nurse Franklin
need to get to the autoclave.

Oh, it's all been turned around.

Two batches of instruments
all bagged up and ready to go.

And I replenished the
dressing cupboard from the store.

Really? Goodness.

I think I might just have fallen
a little bit in love with you.

Red hats are only correct
out of doors.

I wanted to make sure it stayed on
during vigorous activity.

There's nothing more unsettling
than an unkempt nurse.

I think it's time
to put the kettle on.

It's all very well,
cycling for 15 miles a day

but that doesn't necessarily
do a huge amount for the waistline.

And I'm thinking about going over
to an elastic panty girdle,

so I need to get trim.

Have you ever thought of fencing?
I fenced at school

and I was the only girl
ever to beat Mother Gertrude.

Did you go to a convent, Patsy?

Yes, and I vowed I'd never go within
100 yards of another nun again.

They were Catholics, though.

I thought these
might be more humane.

I've never met a Catholic nun

but these are wonderful.

They've been so kind to Jenny
since her boyfriend died.

It's all horribly sad.

I met her last year
when she was seconded to The London.

It was actually her
who put midwifery in my mind.

Male Surgical
was eroding my will to live.

Or at least my will to nurse!

More Scotch, anyone?

Can I have quite a lot
of Canada Dry this time?

I can't believe
you've brought your own whisky.

Well, my father always says,

"One should never start
a new venture

"without a bottle
of something sociable."

A man after my own heart.

Cynthia, grab a hoop!

Cynthia!

I've come to see Sally, Jacob,
but she wasn't waiting on the steps!

Miss Molyneux!

Oh, yes, Mrs Harper!

Sally's a bit
under the weather today.

Peverell Ward -
left and up the back staircase.

Never used to be allowed
to go up the stairs.

Times change, Mrs Harper.
We're relaxing some of the rules.

It's no good giving in to it.

You just want to get up
and get your circulation moving.

I'm not well, mum.

Oh, Sally.

You're going to have to show me
were it hurts. Come on.

Oh, no.

What's the matter?

I don't know

but I know it's not your monthlies.

I don't have them any more.

No!

No, no!

Mrs Harper, whatever is amiss?!

I'm getting her on the first
and fastest bus out of here.

I'm taking her home.
This IS my home!

Come into my office
and sit down, both of you.

We generally find Sally's
quite amenable to reason.

What else has she been amenable to?

That's what I'd like to know!

Oh, Lord! Is that lemon meringue pie?

Oh, sorry, old thing.
It's spoken for.

It's been promised
as a raffle prize.

Can we turn our minds
to the jubilee buffet?

We're going to have vol-au-vents,
and cheese and pineapple sticks...

Are you sure, Trixie?

Sister Evangelina's
got quite a conservative palate.

..and butterfly cakes
and a sherry trifle.

Ooh, and I've found a recipe
for the most marvellous centrepiece.

Do look.

It's called a Banana Coronet.

It looks a bit like Stonehenge,

only made of penises.

Sorry!

Three years on Male Surgical
have rather made their mark.

Clearly.

So, any joy from the curate
of that parish?

There's news
but it isn't very joyful.

He wrote today, saying that
Sister Evangelina's eldest brother

was killed on active service
in the war.

The only ray of hope
seems to be Vincent, the youngest.

He joined the Merchant Navy

and the curate sent our letter
on to the Seaman's Mission.

I'll go.

May I help you? The name's Harper,
I'd like my daughter examined.

I reckon she's in the family way.

Surely not?

It's Sally, isn't it?

Don't you live at St Gideon's?
Not any more.

Come in.

Perhaps it's an abdominal tumour?

Or trapped wind?

I mean, is it even possible?

I've never heard of it happening...
ever.

Your hands are cold.

Sorry, old thing,

I should have warmed them.

I think she's six and a half months.

People said she'd be
better off in St Gideon's.

I never wanted to send her away
but they said,

"You can't be watching her
all the hours God sends!

"She'll grow up, she'll develop
and the streets aren't safe."

She smiles at people, Nurse.

She thinks everyone's her friend.

I can imagine.

She seems so enormously trusting.

Well, when she was 11,
she started wandering off.

I never knew where she'd been,
or who with.

So I did what people do...

..I put her where she'd be safe.

Doctor's prescribed Sally
some antibiotics.

She'll soon be feeling
more comfortable.

I don't know what disturbs me most,

the pregnancy of an unmarried
30-year-old with mongolism

or the untreated urine infection
that's left her in agonising pain.

I think you'll find
the term mongolism

is falling out of favour, Doctor.

We prefer to say
Down's Syndrome, nowadays.

In which case, I stand corrected.

But it makes no material difference
to her plight

or your negligence.

She's been molested while
under your care and supervision.

And I want every male resident,
nurse and orderly questioned.

Has Sally made any disclosure
of how it all came about?

No.

But I think it's in everybody's
best interests to find out.

Don't you?

Whoever he is, he'll go down for it
if we catch him.

According to the '56 Act,

it's an offence to have intercourse
with a mental defective.

Peter, that sounds so unfeeling!

The man who did it
is the unfeeling one.

You eat your pie and mash.

There's a choc ice for your pudding

and it's not every day
I make a grand romantic gesture.

No.

Although you rather
let the side down

by not hiring a waiter
who can play the violin!

I've got a day off tomorrow.

I thought we could snuggle up
on the sofa

and listen to Take It From Here.

Oh, Peter, once we've cleared
this away,

I'll be rigging up the twin-tub!

You and Freddie haven't
a clean vest between you!

Help!

Stay where you are, Sister!

Help! Help!

Custer's Cavalry is on its way.

There has been an intruder!

What do you mean?

The glass in the back door is
broken, our ramparts are breached,

and the felon fled
with the lemon meringue pie!

You're like a moth to a flame
with meringue,

you needn't think we've forgotten
the queen of puddings!

Ladies, please!

I'm sure there is no need
to stage a burglary

just because food has...
gone missing.

She forgets.
I have eschewed all citrus

since the dentist
stopped my teeth with mercury!

The alchemical reaction
is too grievous to bear! Well, it...

Sisters!

I will make sure
Fred repairs the door,

and ask Mrs B to make another pie.

I don't know what she's going
to make it in,

because whoever it was has waltzed
off with the dish into the bargain!

Excuse me, ladies.
Who sent for you?

It wasn't the Crown Jewels,
it was a lemon meringue.

Lemon meringue? Never mind.

I've actually called
about the Sally Harper case.

Her parents telephoned the station.

Is a midwife free to come with me
on a house call?

Sally...

..it's very important
that you understand

that you aren't
in any sort of trouble.

You're a policeman.

Policeman don't punish people.

They help them, too, like nurses do.

You can trust
Constable Noakes, Sally.

He wants me to tell him things.

Did somebody ask you not to, Sally?

What do we have to do
to get the bastard brought to book?

Language, Bert -
in front of the nurse.

What do we have to do?

If the girl was normal,
and somebody knocked her up,

I could go after
whoever it was with a hatchet.

I could make him marry her,
I could make everything all right,

but how can she ever be married?
She isn't normal!

I am normal at St Gideon's!

Come along, Sally.

That's enough for now.

We'll go to your bedroom,

and you can tell me
if your tummy's feeling better.

Is that it, then?

Mr Harper, if Sally won't give us
any information, we can't prosecute.

It'd be me you'd end up prosecuting
if you ever found him

cos I'd throttle him to death
with my own bare hands!

You mustn't let all
the shouting upset you.

Fathers get very cross
when their daughters are hurt,

or, at least, the nice ones do.

Nobody hurt me.

Sally, you're going to have a baby.

You're not a silly girl,

and I do believe
you understand what that means.

I think you also understand
that the baby came about

because something happened
with a man...

..perhaps a man
who wanted to get very close to you.

Yes.

I know it's not an easy thing
to talk about.

It was my boyfriend...

..and it didn't hurt.

Hello. Oh, lovely.

Thank you very much. I'll just
take this round to the kitchen.

Well, what about you?

Oh, I couldn't possibly.

Sally Harper to see Dr Turner.

Come along, Sally.
You can bring your mother with you.

See that?

She's pregnant?

We'll need to monitor your daughter
very closely, Mrs Harper.

Pregnancy is very, very unusual
for girls like Sally,

and we can't be sure things
will go smoothly.

It's already a disaster.

If she shows any signs
of going into labour,

we will admit her
to the maternity home first,

and then think about transfer
to hospital.

Not hospital!

I want to go back to St Gideon's!

I won't have her upset.

I won't have her any more scared
than she has to be.

The difficulty is

there are hardly any cases
in the literature.

It seems an early birth is likely,

but I'm scrabbling around,
trying to find any statistics.

Well, perhaps we should just
put statistics to one side.

Whoever is responsible, she got
pregnant without any trouble,

and may well go to term,
and give birth quite naturally.

I hope she does, because it gives us
time to prepare her,

otherwise, she's going to give birth
without fully understanding

what will happen.
She'll be traumatised.

Which of you
does she trust the most?

Me, I think... hope. And Chummy.

Let's take each week as it comes.

I don't want to
hand her over to The London,

and have her made even more
of an object of curiosity.

We'll look after her.

Look, Sister, the mystery is over,

found it behind the lean-to.

It must have been a tramp!

The poor thing's practically
eaten the pattern off the dish.

I can remember when
your average down-and-out

was glad of a slice
of bread and dripping.

We'll have to save them
some titbits from your party.

What party?!

This would never have happened
with Sister Julienne in charge.

Sister Julienne IS in charge.
I'm merely carrying out her orders.

Well, I didn't give permission
for a party,

and I didn't give permission
for anyone to write to my relations!

I didn't think anyone needed
permission. It was done with love.

It's a tradition
in the religious life.

I think you forfeited
your right to lecture me

or anyone else
on the religious life.

There is to be no party.
Do you hear me?

Thank you. Goodbye.

Right, Nurse Mount,

was that someone's waters breaking,
first couple of twinges,

or an incoherent father
who's forgotten his own address?

It was the cobbler, actually.

He says your shoes
need completely resoling,

and it's going to cost 18 and 6.

Oh, no, it's not, because I'm
perfectly happy in my plimsolls.

Nonnatus House?

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking!

Slow down, sir,
and I'll take your details.

I've made several attempts
to contact the Harpers,

but there's been no response.

They're upset
that Sally keeps saying

she wants to come back here,

especially because she insists
that the baby was fathered by

her "boyfriend".

She's refused to say anything.

Even to the police?

Especially to the police.

But, Miss Molyneux, we always
offer our patients confidentiality,

and we've decided
that the best thing for Sally

is to treat her
like any other pregnant woman.

Sally isn't like
any other pregnant woman!

Jacob...

..could you weave some of your magic
for me and conjure up a cup of tea?

On its way.

Fares.

I want to go to Dulacke Street,
Poplar, please.

Sorry, mate?

Dulacke Street, Poplar.

It's on the paper.

Ninepence, and you need to
get off at the Town Hall.

Dulacke Street, please.

Top of the street and turn left.
Thank you.

Absolutely tiptop, young lady -
tiptop and tickety-boo.

I would like to see my girlfriend,
please.

You?

Jacob?

Sally!

I didn't tell them.

They didn't tell me.

I don't care
if he's not right either.

He's sharper in the head than
she is - he knew what he was doing!

Ssh, Mrs Harper,
let's take this one step at a time.

I took the bull by the horns,
and made a pot of Rosie Lee.

Everyone needs a cup,
especially Jacob -

he's had a very long journey.

He'll have another long journey
back tonight.

I wouldn't give him tea,
he'll just spill it everywhere.

Thank you.

When does Mr Harper come home?

If I were you,
I'd clear out before he gets here.

Because I'm going to ask him
if I can marry her.

What good would that do?
You live in a home!

You can't work. You can't keep her!

I can do the decent thing.

Oh, it's a bit bloody late
to talk about decency!

Mrs Harper, that is enough.
Leave him alone!

Stay calm, old thing, stay calm.

I wanted to see her,

because I wanted to know
she was looked after.

She is... by me.

And I'm glad,

because there is a part of me
that you cannot see,

but she can...

..and if she is loved,
I can go on living.

Cynthia, you simply wouldn't
believe the afternoon I've had -

a retained placenta
in Castile Buildings,

and then a false alarm
in Dove Street.

It should have been Sister
Evangelina, but she'd gone AWOL.

Oh, hello.

This is Jacob, Trixie.

He's... a very good friend
of Sally Harper's from St Gideon's.

I'm just going to pop
over the street and ask Tom Hereward

if he can arrange
a lift back for him.

Of course.

Well, I have to say, Jacob,

you look as though your day's
been as gruelling as mine.

I thought there were sausage rolls,
but they seem to have gone walkies

and, yesterday, half a pound
of luncheon meat just vanished.

We must have mice.

Lucky mice.

Ah!

Scones. Left there to cool.

Simply marvellous.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I need help.

Of course.

That was wonderful.

Yes, the Sisters have just gone over
to Brooke Bond from Typhoo.

I'm a Nescafe girl myself,

so I just kept my head down,
out of the range of flying missiles.

Chauffeur service.

Mr Hereward, do be an angel
and butter those scones for us.

Jacob's still drinking his tea.

Sally's sleeping now.

I think the upset tired her out.

What'll happen to the baby?

That will depend
on whether he or she...

..is born with the same condition
as Sally. You mean backward?

Dr Turner thinks the likelihood
could be as much as 50%.

I hate the word "mongol".

Mongols are a tribe,
they live abroad.

I saw them at the pictures once.

The Adventures Of Marco Polo
with Gary Cooper.

Sally was just a little girl then.

She wasn't perfect,
but she was ours,

not something
from a foreign country.

Nobody doubts how much you
love your daughter, Mrs Harper.

I do doubt it.

Let me say it, Nurse.
Please, let me say it.

If I'd have loved Sally more,
would she have gone to him,

would she have needed him?

Would she have
even have let him near her?

You mustn't blame yourself.
No matter what you feel.

I don't know what I feel, Nurse.

I do know
what I've never shown her.

Come on.

If you're lucky, we might still pick
up reception for Radio Luxembourg.

Oh, his arms is dead strong!

'Your radio's dialled
to Radio Luxembourg.'

Sshh!

I've only just put him down,
Camilla.

I want to kiss him.

Then he'll know how much he's loved.

Yes. There's Daddy.

Sister Monica Joan?

Sister!

Sister!

Oh.

I thought you were Sister Monica
Joan, got out in the night again.

Constable Noakes,
can I show you something?

Of course, Sister.

Vincent?

You've got company.

Can a man not sleep?

Sorry to disturb you, sir.

Is he a meths drinker?

Not yet.

He's my brother.

He's been fighting the bottle
since he opened his first pay packet.

That's the trouble with drink.
It hates those who love it most.

You needn't think
I feel sorry for you.

You straightened yourself out
more than once.

Drink follows people.

It followed me.

He's a sick man, Sister Evangelina.

I'm going to call for an ambulance.

Apart from anything else,
you're putting yourself in danger,

crawling round derelict buildings
in the dead of night.

I never made her.

I tried to turn my back.
But I couldn't.

In the past, when he's pitched up,
I've always kept it from my Sisters.

I hadn't seen him
in three or four years,

I started to think he must be dead.

And then he got wind of my jubilee,
through some letter

that was sent to the Seamen's Mission
and he came knocking on the door.

Well, you can put
two and two together

regarding the lemon meringue.

Did him no good, by the look of it.

I hated the life he chose.

And he hated the life I chose.

He used to say "Why, Enid? Why?
You're throwing your life away."

The irony of it is...

..he was the first baby
I saw being born.

And it was his first cry
that decided it for me.

There was... So full of hope.

Everything made new.

You see the good in everything.

That's your curse.

And you don't. And that's yours.

So that's why she refused
to get her shoes mended?

The reason she's been going around
in those filthy white plimsolls.

I actually think
they look rather comfy.

She felt
she was defrauding the Order,

by taking food and bandages
without permission.

And she didn't want a jubilee
in case her brother came.

It's positively heartbreaking.

♪ To thee all Angels cry aloud

♪ To thee Cherubim and Seraphim

♪ Continually do cry

♪ Holy, Holy, Holy... ♪

It's Sally Harper. So soon? Yes.

♪ Heaven and Earth
are full of thy Majesty... ♪

Sally, old bean...

I know this bally mask
feels rotten.

But, if you listen to me, I'll help
you breathe in the right way.

I'm scared. I know.

Eight fingers.

Won't be much longer.

I want to go home.

It won't live.
They said it can't live.

It's being born too soon,
be too small.

Is the doctor going to come?

They said he's on his way.

I don't think I can bear it.
I know she can't. Nor can I.

What-ho, Sally. Here comes Ma.

Mum.

I don't want no baby.
I know you don't.

I don't want it.
Don't you worry about that now.

You just be a good girl
for the nurses. Come on.

Mummy loves you.

Here we go. Keep going.

Well done, Sally.

You're going absolutely great guns,
Sally.

That's it.

Good girl.

I haven't heard it cry yet.

Is it hurt?

It's just very, very little, Sally.

It's just the placenta, Sally.

Can I go home now?

Hello, Jacob.
They keeping you hard at it?

Miss Molyneux wants me
where she can see me.

Will you sit down, Jacob?

I need to talk to you.

Is it about Sally?

Yes. About Sally.

And about the baby, too. I'm afraid.

If Sally's mother wants her
to return to residential care,

there is still a place for her
at St Gideon's.

It's already been suggested
that we remove Jacob

to an institution for males only.

Because he can't be trusted
with Sally?

Because he can't be trusted
with any young women.

He was in a position of trust, as
much as a member of staff would be.

Jacob loves Sally, Miss Molyneux.

I know that.
At least, I know it now.

But I also know
that Jacob needs to love,

and be loved,
just like any other human being.

And the board have decided he'd be
better off out of temptation's way.

Have you asked Jacob his opinion?

I would love to be like you,
Mr Hereward.

I would love to be young and zealous
and full of ideals.

But what happens in St Gideon's
is real,

and compromised and shabby.

And that can change.

Maybe one day it will.

For now, we must do the best we can.

Sister Evangelina?

I'm just giving this
a thorough seeing to.

Before Nurse Mount gets to it
and deprives me of the pleasure.

Dr Turner has arranged a bed
for your brother at The Maudsley.

Mental hospital?

He'll run rings
round those psychiatrists.

He's sharp as a tack, always was.

Sister, I know how fond of him
you are.

Well, we can't choose
where we love, can we?

No.

Nor can we choose
what happens when we do.

More's the pity.

Sister Julienne
told me of your troubles

when we were drawing up
the prayer list.

Um...

Listen...

You already have a child, Shelagh -
his name is Timothy.

And I know why,
because I delivered him.

I didn't know. He was born
before I joined the Order.

I can still see Dr Turner
putting him into his mother's arms.

And she looked into that baby's face
and said,

"I want you always to be loved."

I'm afraid of loving him too much.

Well, for whose sake? Yours or his?

If there's one thing
the religious life has taught me,

is it's impossible to love too much.

What's needed is taken up,

and what's not needed hangs around
somewhere, looking for a home.

I've been given so much, Sister.

All I want to do is pass it on.

And I don't know how or to whom.

Well, if I could answer that,
it would make me as wise as Him.

You just bide your time.

He'll show you his plan.
Mark my words.

Jacob...

you can stare as reproachfully at me
as you like.

But you're going to move
to St Mungo's.

No. I'm not.

I appreciate that it's Ayrshire.

But you do have family in Scotland.

Have I? I wouldn't know.

The board have agreed
to your transfer.

I haven't agreed.

Jacob...

you can do this
kicking and screaming,

or you can do it
with dignity and with grace.

Please.

Will it make any difference?

It will make it bearable.

For who?

For you?

Timothy Turner?

I did it! Well done, son.

I told you we'd be back
in time for lunch.

Will you come and visit me?

Of course.
I always did and I always will.

And I'll need a new lipstick.

As long as it's just a pink one.
Not too red!

Jacob? Jacob!

Jacob!

Oh, tough luck.
Two dozen test tubes.

They might be new,
but they're certainly not clean.

What did your last slave die of?
I'm sorry.

It's all frightfully inconvenient,
on the day of your jubilee.

Nonsense. There's work to be done.

I shall look forward to our
little tea in the parlour later.

And at least we got the service
moved back to 4pm

so that Sister Julienne
can get here.

Bowls - kidney - six.

Clamps - midwives -
for the use of - six.

Sister Evangelina,
you're wanted at the door.

May God bless you on your jubilee,
my dear Sister.

Oh!

Let's hope I get another
ten years out of these!

You delivered me,
Sister Evangelina.

And you delivered my Carol, too,
last year.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

I'm one of yours as well, Sister.

And me.

Thank you, Sister Evangelina.

'Perfection
is not a polished thing.

'It is often simply something
that is sincerely meant.

'Perfection is a job complete,

'praise given, prayer heard.

'It can be kindness shown,

'thanks offered up.'

'Perfection is what
we discover in each other,

'what we see reflected back.'

Thank you.

Well done, Sister.

And well done, you.

Oh!

'And if perfection eludes us,
that doesn't matter.

'For what we have
within the moment is enough.'

Dad said I wasn't to trouble you,
but he's got really bad.

If you want him
to stay a bastard, that's fine!

Let's not get ourselves married!

Declan's not always so unpleasant.

This is Colin.
Hello, Timothy's mum and dad.

Hello.

I must say I find
Mr Herewood very... agreeable.

So do I.

Hello. Good morning.
You look lovely. You look very nice.