Call the Midwife (2012–…): Season 7, Episode 5 - Episode #7.5 - full transcript

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

Flight takes many forms.

It can be an unfurling of feathers,
a soaring upward into light,

or a departure.

Or running away -- a retreat from pain

towards a distant joy we
cannot see for clouds.

Flight can be

such a very lonely enterprise.

♪ In light inaccessible

♪ Hid from our eyes

♪ Most blessed, most glorious



♪ The ancient of days

♪ Almighty, victorious

♪ Thy great name we praise. ♪

Taxi to London Airport?

Oh, Christopher!

I would have been perfectly content
walking to the Commercial Road

and flagging down a black cab.

In those shoes? And with
this amount of luggage?

My godmother made it very clear
that if I turn up at her house

in Portofino with anything less
than four changes of clothes per day,

plus matching accessories,
I'd be letting the side down.

And I'm going there for months.

How many months?

I don't know.



I haven't packed any winter clothes.

The wardrobe's still bulging
with tweed and fur and gloves.

I've even left behind my favourite
beaded cashmere sweater.

I've no intention of still
being on the Italian Riviera

by the time it's cold enough for that.

Trixie, the moment you feel ready
to come home, you're to send me

your flight details by telegram, and...

.. I'll be waiting to collect you.

Even if I have to borrow
Nurse Crane's snow chains

and push the car all the way here.

As a friend?

Yes. Absolutely as a friend.

Not so fast, young Beatrix Franklin!

You're not doing us out of
the chance to say goodbye!

And in honour of the occasion,
I am saying nothing about

the pile of laundry you've chucked
in the corner of our bedroom!

Take care.

- Take care of yourself.
- Thank you.

- Be safe.
- Bye, Val.

I'll send you a postcard.

Yeah, you better.

Drive safely.

Oh, don't do that, Michael.

When's your next appointment?

- What day is it?
- Tuesday.

It'll be today, then.

- Shouldn't they have told you where
you're going to have it by now? - Why?

There's plenty of time.

Let's hope. You haven't
even looked for a pram yet.

All right. Will you stop going on?

Well, there's no harm in
asking. Hospital or home?

Let me know what they say.

Be good for your mum.

Oh, a letter personally addressed
to you, Sister Monica Joan.

What news is this?

Is that the appointment for
your cataract surgery, Sister?

"And immediately there fell from his eyes

"as it had been scales.

"And he received sight forthwith."

And remember -- with Nurse
Franklin's patients spread amongst us,

it's economic with time
but thorough with care.

We've been one woman down
before and we made it through.

- Nil desperandum.
- Come on, then.

He's in there! I can hear him.

That's him! Go in after him.

No, don't touch him!

- Get out!
- Get him out!

Got him.

Get out. Out!

No, please.

Get out!

- No, please!
- Get him off my ship!

No! Please!

Off and out to port.

- Get off!
- Get off!

I'm looking for my wife -- Eunice Dobson.

Dobson?

She said she had an appointment.

Your wife's name is on our
books, but, from our records,

it doesn't seem that she comes to clinic.

Unless she's under the care
of St Cuthbert's, Mr Dobson?

She says she's been coming here for weeks.

It's her second and she's not far off.

I see.

Maybe with all this sun,
she decided to stay home.

I'm sure there's some explanation.

Explanation or none, I'll
add her to tomorrow's lists.

Though what time we'll get
to you, I'm not quite certain.

Then allow me, Nurse
Crane. I'm up that way.

I can add her to my morning rounds.

Oh. Thank you, Nurse Anderson.

I'm looking for the Seamen's
Mission. C-Can you help me?

I can't help you.

I-I'm looking for the Seamen's Mission.

Sorry, son. Get on your way.

Excuse me, I-I'm looking for the
Seamen's Mission. Can you help me?

Nah, I don't know it.

Excuse me, sir, can you help me?

I'm looking for the Seamen's Mission.

E-Excuse me. I need help.

Can you help me? I'm looking
for the Seamen's Mission.

Over there.

What do you want?

How was the clinic? What did
they say to you this time?

The usual -- baby's all
right, nothing to worry about.

No, they didn't, Eun.

Cos I went and you weren't there.

You haven't been going, have you?

I just don't see the point.

What -- not a single appointment?

With Michael, you were there
every week by this stage.

Well, it's not like how
it was before, is it?

How do you mean?

I was having a baby, Kenny. I was happy.

Because then I had no idea
what was facing me, did I?

Now I do.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name;

Thy kingdom come;

Thy will be done; on
earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass...

Hey! What's up with you?

Please... leave me.

Eunice Dobson?

I'm Nurse Anderson, a midwife.

Is there any particular reason

why you haven't been
to clinic, Mrs Dobson?

No point. This one kicks
-- it's obviously growing.

Now I'm here, we just need to
make sure everything is normal.

Especially if you haven't
had any checks at all.

Nurse, there's nothing wrong.

I'm sure. But if I can take
your blood pressure now...

- No. Don't touch me!
- Eunice, what is the matter with you?!

Look, I'm fine.

And if you think I'm going
anywhere near a hospital this time,

you can forget it.

I suggest your wife gets some
rest and I will call back later.

We can talk further then and
make plans for the birth.

Look, can you just go now, please?

Thank you, Mrs Buckle.

What's all that?

Five minutes of filing,
according to Councillor Woodburn.

Not to mention the fact
that he wants me to find

the papers for the picnic fund
somewhere in this lot an' all.

- The what? - Old Alderman Matchett
set up a charitable concern

to raise money for the Poplar picnic.

But he's been dead so long, and
now it seems they've got to

spend the money by the end of the month,

so if I don't find the
papers, then there's no money,

and then there's no chance of a picnic.

Well, you best get cracking, then!

I remember the picnic being
the highlight of the year

during my fair-haired youth!

Well, it was for all of us.

Imagine the memories for Reggie
-- a day out in the countryside,

some games, apple cider!

Ooh, and I remember your little pigtails!

Ugh!

Eunice Dobson's last labour
resulted in an assisted delivery --

Simpson's forceps.

That would have been very distressing.

Yes. What happened when
you went to see her?

She refused to be examined
and became quite upset.

Were you not able to
give her any reassurance?

She asked me to leave and
I thought it might be best

if I did as she asked.

It's not going to be
easy to gain her trust.

I'm going to go back later
today and start afresh.

God loves a trier!

Spend as long as you can with her.

Time isn't always a healer.
But it can open doors.

I hope so.

Most kind, Councillor Woodburn.
Enjoy the rest of your evening.

Well, the good news is that
I've been through every document

and there's nine and six
in the picnic account.

So, why the long face?

Apparently because yours truly
did such a good job organising

the beauty contest,
Councillor Woodburn feels that

if Poplar wants a picnic,
it's up to me to organise it.

I got the train over from
Frinton at lunchtime.

It's a good job our Kenny called me,

cos she needs some sense talking into her.

- What is it this time?
- Sorry to disturb you.

But it is important
that we take your history

and get these checks done for Baby.

Perhaps if you and I can start again?

A cup of tea and a few
liquorice torpedoes, anyone?

Liquorice torpedoes?

A thank-you present from Mrs
Hagger at the sweet shop.

She gave me some violet creams as well,

but I've put them in the
fridge in case they melt.

Tea, Lucille?

Tea?

There's nothing more refreshing
in this kind of humidity!

At home, we used to drink black
coffee with a dash of salt in it.

Did that not have a deleterious
impact on the flavour?

Possibly. But it cools you down!

I wish I had a fan --
a proper, fold-out one,

like my Auntie Priss had.

I'm not working up much of a
breeze with my Myles Midwifery.

What is it you're
worrying your head about?

Eunice Dobson.

I've never met a woman
so adamant that she can't,

and won't, give birth.

If I had a penny for every woman
who's shouted, "I can't do this!"

when she gets to the
sharp end, I'd have...

ooh, er, 29 bob and 11 pence by now!

It is very common during labour.
But unusual beforehand, I grant you.

And she is so vehement and so distressed.

It really worries me.

It sounds like she needs a good
sit down with Nurse Reassurance.

You listen to what she has to say.
See if the notion of a home birth,

in familiar surroundings,
will help calm her nerves.

No, no. Please. No, please!

Come on! Who do you think you
are -- the invisible man?

Pox!

Pox! Pox!

Sorry to interrupt, ladies.

Please don't apologise. I'm
sure it's an emergency.

Until further notice,
we have to assume so.

Apparently a Nigerian
national -- a sailor --

was run out of the Seamen's
Mission last night.

It seems he may have been
suffering from smallpox.

Oh, no!

I thought we'd put all that to
bed after last year's carry on!

Witnesses said his face was badly marked.

Have you notified the Officer for Health?

Yes. And the police are
on the lookout for him.

His name is Ade Babayaro.

There'll be rumours flying around

before the bobbies even
get their boots on.

What shall we tell our
patients if they ask?

Or if they start demanding vaccinations?

People think there's a vaccination
for everything these days.

Well, there is one for smallpox.

But we can't launch it
until this man is found

and his illness is confirmed.

All anyone can do in the
meantime is be vigilant.

For sightings of the sailor?

Or signs of the disease in others.

We don't know where he's
been or where he may go next.

Welcome home, Reggie.

- Hello, Mum!
- Oh!

Oh, you look so skinny
-- there's nothing of you!

Still smell nice, though.

So do you!

Right, young fella, what's
it to be -- toast or crumpets?

Oh, it's already sorted.
That's all sorted.

I've done you some bacon butties
-- they're in a tray in the oven.

Just a quick breakfast,
please, and then straight out.

Cos I need you two on publicity duty.

For this picnic, it's all
hands on deck. See you later...

Alligator!

Eunice?

Look, love. I've finished it.

Eunice... tell me how you really feel.

If I may have your attention, please.

When are we being vaccinated?
That's all I want to know.

It's not as simple as
vaccinations, Mrs Lawrence.

Why not?

He's had the polio sugar cube.

Why can't he have the smallpox one?

People died in Bradford last year.

Because until the Board of
Health have confirmed the case...

What's to confirm?

There's smallpox in Sweden
-- I read it in the paper.

Ain't that where that sailor came from?

To put your minds at rest,

smallpox does not spread
that easily by itself.

You would need to be very close to
the sailor to catch it yourselves.

Now, unless you're here
with a genuine condition,

I suggest you go home.

Dear Jesus... please help me.

I tried keeping it to myself.

Let me guess -- the bigger Baby
gets, the more fear there is?

I didn't mean for it to happen.

I wouldn't let Kenny
touch me for two years...

.. and then we did and the whatsit split.

The sheath?

I even tried to get rid of it.

One of them dentists near Limehouse.

But I couldn't let him near.

Not after what happened
last time at that hospital.

I just couldn't!

What did happen last time, Eunice?

If you tell me, I can try to help.

The baby was stuck.

The next thing, the doctor came
in and my legs were strung up...

He intervened?

He... stuck them metal
things inside me, Nurse,

and I was screaming.

All right, Eunice.

But he just kept on pulling.

He was ripping it out of me!

I shouted for him to stop!

Eunice. Eunice, now, Michael's out
there -- you need to calm down!

Why wouldn't he stop?

Maybe cos that's what happens, love.

This doesn't help!

Pamela, please!

I love it.

But I can't have it!

Now, listen to me.

As sure as night turns to day,
your baby is going to be born --

right here, at home.

And I will be there to support
you the best I know how.

Well, you're going to have
to think of something, Nurse.

Because I'm not having this baby.

Don't tell me -- the rest of the dockers

have taken a vow of abstinence.

No, love. But rumour has it

that smallpox sailor slept
rough by my bins last night!

It's been like a ghost town in here since.

Why? The dockers were vaccinated
because of that outbreak last year.

It's not them they're
worrying about, is it?

It's their wives and kids.

And if he's not found soon,
we'll find him ourselves.

That won't be pretty.

I can appreciate the concern,
but the police are searching

and all guidelines are being
followed to the letter.

I should bloody well hope so.

Anyway, it's that box of tin
plates you promised to Violet

for the picnic that we've come for.

Picnic? While I've got an
empty pub to worry about?

You can whistle.

That sailor needs to be found.

After all, the man is out
there alone somewhere, sick,

in pain and undoubtedly
scared for his life.

Chara leaves from Nonnatus.
Vi's organising it.

All welcome!

The charabanc's on order, so all set
for an early start to Epping Forest.

So, what I need you to do is chivvy along

all the shopkeepers in
Poplar, cos we need donations.

Then I want you to collect
from your given area

and bring everything here to Picnic HQ.

While we're collecting,

you'll be glad to know that Fred's
going to be doing the posters

and the trestle tables, benches,
camping chairs and tents.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I thought
this was meant to be teamwork.

Well, it is. Someone's
got to be in charge.

Ain't they, Reggie?

You're still here, Dr Turner.

For a good while yet.

I was wondering if you had
a moment for some advice.

Why not? It's what everyone
else is asking for today.

Patients have taken up more
time enquiring about rumours

of the smallpox sailor than the
symptoms they came in with.

I'm sure you were able to
reassure them, Dr Turner.

I only wish I could
reassure Eunice Dobson.

She's suffering such anguish --

so terrified of another forceps delivery

that she doesn't want to give birth.

I'm not sure what else I can do alone.

Then why don't we both go to see her?

How about tomorrow evening?
I'll make an assessment.

Thank you, Doctor. I dislike the
notion of any patient being scared.

Same here. Unfortunately,
right now, many are just that.

I'm taking this lot to the institute,

so can you take this loaf straight home?

- Cos Fred might need it for his tea.
- Aye-aye, captain.

Oh, Mr Palmer, thanks so much
for the flasks. Most kind.

Hello?

No, please... do not go near me.

I am sick.

Are you hungry?

I am hungry...

.. but you must not come near me.

Thank you.

You are a good man.

But, please, you should go from me now.

If they find you with me,
they'll chase you too.

I get chased.

I'm Reggie.

My name is Ade, but I
cannot shake your hand.

I need help.

But you must keep it a secret.

I know a forceps delivery
can be very traumatic.

But the chances of needing assistance

with a second baby are far less.

Did you know that?

I don't want to talk about it!

I really believe that we can make
things better for you this time.

Do you?

Cos I don't.

Eunice! Don't talk to
the doctor like that!

It's like there's this
film in my head and it...

.. keeps playing and playing.

Same thing, over and over.

I'm trying to switch it off all day.

All night!

And it keeps coming back on again?

Yes!

What happens in the film, Eunice?

I'm looking at the ceiling of the room.

The lights are in my
eyes. And I can't move.

I can't move. I can't move.

And they come at me and I
hear the metal clanging!

It's all right, Eunice. It's all right.

We can help you.

I've had the sort of help
that people like you give me

and I don't want it!

There's got to be another way around this.

There's a fella at work

whose wife had something
called a Caesar section.

A Caesarean is only carried out
when the mother's life is at stake.

Eunice's problem isn't with
her pregnancy, but her mind.

- Eunice?
- Go away!

I'm sorry, Doctor.

Her mother didn't bring her up to
have things wrong with her mind,

or to make a load of fuss about nothing!

She'll just have to get on with it.

Eunice can't just "get on with it",

because, for her, this
isn't about nothing.

She is clearly suffering from a phobia --

an overwhelming fear of childbirth.

And she is going to need an
enormous amount of support.

Dundee cake for you, Ade.

Thank you.

32...

33 packets of biscuits,
13 of which are chocolate.

It's going to be like Billy Bunter's
birthday party come this weekend!

Good, cos there's nothing
worse than a feeble spread.

Where's the Dundee cake, Reggie?

Secret.

What do you mean, "secret"?

It's a secret with my friend.

What friend?

Where've you been, Reggie?

Who's taken your cake?

And who's asking you to keep secrets?

You won't be in any
trouble, Reggie, we promise.

♪ I like it, I like it

♪ I like the way you run
your fingers through my hair

♪ And I like the way... ♪

- I know you've spoken to
that man, Reggie. - Ade?

Yes, Ade. And I know that
you've given him presents.

But when you handed him the
food, did you touch him?

Tell the doctor the truth, Reggie.

Smallpox is spread by touching.

He hasn't got a temperature and
there's no sign of any rash,

so we don't need to worry yet.

Ah. I'm worried silly already, Doctor.

Am I in trouble?

You were being kind.

No-one ever gets in trouble
for being kind, Reggie.

But if you could remember where
he was when you found him,

that would be really
helpful for a lot of people.

I will see Reggie again in two days,

unless he develops
symptoms in the meantime.

Thank you, Doctor.

Or if he gives you any more information.

Oh, dear! Is someone
feeling under the weather?

Not yet!

We think Reggie's been in
contact with the smallpox case.

Reggie! Really?

Not saying.

He'll be having his wings
clipped until further notice.

And he certainly won't be going
out with a cake tin under his arm!

You were wise to consult Doctor.
But I'd counsel against panic.

Well, you say that.

But you weren't the one that
set him up to be preyed on!

Sh, sh, sh, it's all right.

I knitted the same for
Michael when he was born

and that didn't end up in the bin!

Mum! She's in no fit state!

Well, she needs to buck
up, then, doesn't she?

She's known for nine months
this was going to happen

and now she's expecting
some sort of miracle.

There's only one way in and one way out.

Please, can you just leave me alone?

You heard what she said, Mum.

I'll take you to the station
first thing in the morning.

I'm just dropping off the
insulin for the evening rounds.

You've picked a nice spot
for your perusals, Lucille.

Oh, it catches the sun in the evening --

it reminds me of the porch back home.

Right, I'll be two ticks!

Oh, I'm sorry, Dr Turner.
Have I detained you?

Oh, no. I... I just need to get
back to call the Board of Health.

There still seems to be no
sign of this smallpox patient.

Please, God, do not forsake me.

Do not let me die in this terrible place.

Good morning, Reggie.

Dr Turner asked me if I'd
call in on my rounds.

Would you like a cup of tea, Nurse Crane?

There's one in the pot. I've been
keeping Reggie's fluid levels up.

I am sufficiently watered, thank you.

Oh! That'll be a customer.

Right, lad.

We're good pals, you and I.

And if there's one thing
neither of us like,

it's a lot of fussing and fretting.

That's two things.

Well, yes.

Meanwhile, the easiest way
to get everyone to calm down

is for you to tell us where
we can find your friend.

It's a secret.

I understand.

And I've kept secrets for friends
because I want to help them.

But sometimes, in order
to really help someone,

you have to break your promise
and bring other people in.

You can just whisper it. I'll do the rest.

(Underground. Underground.)

Oh... thank you.

Please help him.

Mr Babayaro?

Mr Babayaro?

Forgive my intrusion, sir,
but I've been led to suppose

that you would benefit
from medical assistance.

Put more plainly, that you need help.

I'm Nurse Crane. And I'm here
on my own -- don't worry.

If you would let me look at
you, we can work out what to do.

No. Please, no.

You will catch this.

Not necessarily.

Smallpox is a very bad illness.

Don't send me home.

I have no home, nowhere to go.

You reckon this is smallpox, do you?

Well... I'm taking you to see a doctor...

.. but I reckon differently.

Dr Turner? I've found him.

Ade Babayaro is currently
concealed in my car

and hidden with a travel rug.

Then keep him there.

I'll bring the medical officer
and their dermatologist.

In my humble opinion,
this is not a case of

what all and sundry presumed it was.

God has heard my prayers.

There was smallpox in our last port, sir.

The men on the ship
believed this was the same.

I also believed it.

This isn't smallpox, Mr
Babayaro, and it never was.

As the medical officer
confirmed, you have leprosy.

Leprosy is also a very bad illness.

In the Bible...

We've moved on since the
Bible, I promise you.

And leprosy isn't as
contagious as we used to think.

It even goes by a different name
these days -- Hansen's disease.

But you can help me?

Better than that. We can cure you.

There's even a small specialist
hospital, called Jordan's,

not far away in Surrey.

You should be a new man by the
time they've finished with you.

How long must he wait to be admitted?

Not long. Perhaps a few days.

I will go back to where I
was before. I wait there.

If I may interject, Mr Babayaro,

I'm of the view that that would be unwise.

Nurse Crane is right.

We have a spare bedroom.
You may stay there

and enjoy the peace and quiet
whilst you wait to be transferred.

Perfect!

And I can call in, in the
event of any problems.

You may take meals with us, if you wish.

No. With your permission,
it is best I eat alone.

Vi?

Guess what -- that sailor didn't
have smallpox. He had leprosy.

A leper?

Well, don't they send
them away to a colony?

Not any more. He's seen a specialist

and apparently leprosy is not contagious.

There's no chance Reggie caught a thing.

Oh! Thank goodness for that.

Can Ade come on the picnic?

Er, no, Reggie, no, not this time.

He's got to get himself better first.

Oh, cheer up, Reggie.

Look -- my to-do list
is as long as my arm!

I need your help.

If I die...

.. I know you will continue to bless me,

to be there with me.

I want to say thank you
for guiding me everywhere,

and what I have been through.

Thank you for... protecting me.

Forgive me, Sister. I am sorry.

"There came a leper to
him, beseeching him,

"and kneeling down to
him, and saying unto him,

" 'If thou wilt, thou
can make me clean.' "

You have been cast out
because of your infirmity.

I was cast out before that.

It is my life to walk alone.

How so?

Oil was found near my home in Nigeria.

My father was an elder

and when they came for the
oil, there was conflict.

My escape was to go to Lagos and to sea.

So I lived, but I was cast adrift.

Ah.

We are none of us cast
adrift, if we have faith.

In the cross, we find our anchor.

And don't forget, the charabanc
leaves at eight o'clock!

It's upside down.

Quick -- give me another one.

And don't tell Vi! Anything
goes wrong with this picnic,

she'll have my guts for garters.

Ade continues to have a good
appetite. He has cleared his plate.

I'm sure you'll all be delighted
to know that a suitable place

has been found for our newest resident.

Ah, does that bring us to
the unfortunate position

that Mr Babayaro will be leaving us?

The connection between our
devotionals has been most uplifting,

and in such a brief time.

It does indeed, Sister.

Ade will be admitted to Jordan
Hospital in Surrey tomorrow.

There he will receive the
treatment he so requires.

And he's likely to make
a full recovery, Sister?

Or will he always be marked?

The scarring is unknown. But in
time, Ade will eventually be cured.

In my book, such positive news calls
for another slice of Madeira cake.

Eun?

Eunice?

Eun?

Eun? What... What you
doing? Open the door, love.

- Let me in.
- No.

It's started, Kenny...

.. and I can't do it. I'm not coming out.

Eunice, open this door.

Come on, love. We don't want
to wake Michael up, do we?

No.

I'm not doing it, Kenny. I can't.

Please don't do anything
stupid, love, all right?

I'm going to get some help, OK?

Is that Nonnatus House?
It's my wife, Eunice Dobson.

She's locked herself in the bathroom.

I think she might try and hurt herself.

You've got to send Nurse Anderson.

I'm not going to need any help, Kenny.

Call Dr Turner and tell
him what's happened.

- Perhaps he can meet me there.
- Of course.

Eunice... I love you. You know that.

Michael loves you and I love you.

You'll be better off without me.

No! Eun!

Nurse Anderson asks if
Dr Turner could meet her

at Eunice's flat right away.

I think I'll come too. I
might be of some help.

Please let me in. You
need my help in there.

Listen to her, Eun! She
knows what she's doing.

No! Stay away from me, all of you.

It's coming and there's nothing I can do.

I want it over, Nurse!

Oh, I'm so...

Eunice. Please, don't do this.

I can help you, but first you need
to calm down and open this door.

Nurse, I need to get her out of there.

One more try. We don't want to alarm her.

Eunice...

No matter what you do,
Baby will come out anyway.

And it will be so much worse
that way. Do you hear?

You don't want to hurt
Baby, do you, Eunice?

You love your baby. You remember that?

Let me kick the door down.

Kenny, why don't you take a
break and let me talk to her?

It's just you and me now, Eunice.

And I'm sure your
contractions are very painful.

If you come out, I'm here.

I can help you cope with them.

Eunice...

Now all you need to do
is keep looking at me.

That's it.

Come to me now.

Just keep looking at me.

That's it!

Come to me now.

Nurse Anderson got her
out and into the bedroom.

Took a while, but she did it.

I've taken Michael round
to the neighbours'.

You go to her, Shelagh.

Me being there would
only make matters worse.

I'll be out here with
Mr Dobson, just in case.

Goodbye, Ade.

And be sure to follow all
hospital instructions.

These specialists do know
what they're talking about.

I will pray for you.

And I for you.

For your faith, Sister.

Your prayers have set me
on a firm path to wellness.

May it be the same blessings for you.

Come on, boys. Hurry up with
those chairs! Over to the car.

Look after that trifle like
it's the Crown Jewels, Reggie,

cos Mrs Smith will have my guts for
garters if her bowl gets chipped!

I don't want to put a dampener
on things, Nurse Crane.

Law of averages says you'll get two
vomits and three caught shorts.

Observe these buckets -- one empty,
the other filled with sawdust.

Thus equipped, I am prepared
for most eventualities.

Geoffrey!

Pocket.

Catapult?

Confiscated.

On the bus.

Up you get, Sister. And not
too much singing, do you hear?

We don't want it getting too rowdy.

I may not be able to refrain,
Mr Buckle. It is oft the journey

that provides more delight
than one's destination.

I'm actually quite experienced,
when it comes to childcare.

Mmm. What about when it
comes to changing nappies?

It could be hours before
your mum and dad catch us up!

I'm sure there'll be plenty of
experts willing to advise me!

Ah...

Go on, Alf.

Sit down, Reggie.

♪ Ging, gang, goolie-goolie-goolie... ♪

OK! OK, Eunice.

We're nearly there.

You're doing so well.

She's... She's very close.

Come on, Eunice. You can do it.

I can't do it! Nurse, I told you, I can't!

You can! You can do it, Eunice!

You can breathe this baby out.

Look, look, look, look,
look, follow me! Follow me!

That's it! Good girl.

Nooo Ahhh!

That's it. You're doing beautifully.

That's it, Eunice.

With your next breath,

your baby's going to be
born into this fine new day.

Nearly there, Eunice. Keep going!

You have a beautiful daughter!

You did it!

Thank you!

Thank you!

You did it!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, my girl!

I'm so proud of you.

Ah. What about that,
then, Vi, eh? We did it!

Yes. We did.

Fred, people are just going in the bushes!

You can't have them
tiddling all over the place.

I mean, this picnic's
got parish connections

and it'll bring out the wasps.

You'll have to go and tell the men
and I'll go and talk to the ladies.

I've put the cases in the hall for now.

Everything smells a bit musty.

I think everyone's gone out.

You said you didn't want any
balloons or a welcoming committee.

That's why we didn't tell
them we were coming home.

I still wanted to see everyone.
Besides, I'm ravenous.

Gangway!

Oh! Hello!

Was that you ringing on the bell?

Sorry. Waters have broken on
the other side of the borough!

Fifth baby.

Where is everyone?

Parish picnic, Epping Forest!

So wonderful you're back.

I don't like it.

I'm afraid I don't care if you
don't like potted beef, Dean.

Once you've bitten into
it, you can't put it back.

And I'm rationing their lemonade

if they can't obey the rules
regarding the facilities.

- Oh, give it to me.
- Come on, Phyllis!

You were a demon at quoits on
board ship, by all accounts.

We can vouch for that!

We certainly can!

Barbara! Tom!

Oh, Teddy!

Ooh!

We picked up a couple of
stragglers on the way.

And we picked up a box of cream cakes.

I'm always rather uneasy when
I see a shop open on a Sunday.

But nobody's going to be clapped
in irons for a few vanilla slices.

I hope not.

We don't want your visit
home ending in a Black Maria.

This isn't a visit, Phyllis.

The Bishop declared my mission
to Birmingham accomplished.

We're back where we belong. For good.

Hurrah!

Eunice had no more children,

and her family, now complete,
became a happy one once more.

Her condition, not recognised
or named for many decades,

is now known as tocophobia.

Fear can keep us tethered,
terror can clip our wings,

but trust eases pain.

Hope can lighten the sky.

Love makes us courageous.

And what matters most is not

whether we hide or fly or even
where our journey takes us --

but what guides us home
and where we come to land.

I mean, it's just like
the photo! It's perfect.

I'm in to get me cataract done.

Ripe as a French fig
and ready for slicing!

I could lose my children. I have no home.

I have no means of making a living.

Am I to stand by while you
corrupt their young minds?

Phyllis!

My friend -- she's inside. Please help!

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