MATTHEW: My wife's final days were greatly eased by your midwife.

Your work is hugely beneficial.

I'd like to make a donation.

NANCY: Everyone calls me Nancy, like Nancy Sinatra.

I had a baby.

What're you up to?

She was sent to a London orphanage.

TIMOTHY: I just got into university to do medicine.

Edinburgh.

VIOLET: Lucille, you're getting married on Boxing Day.

LUCILLE: I couldn't be happier.

CYRIL: I can hardly wait.

TRIXIE: I thought you'd gone home long ago.

MATTHEW: I Thought you might need a lift back.

CYRIL: With this ring, I thee wed.

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[Music playing] [Music playing] Mature Jenny: At Easter, we celebrate the opening of the year.

The stone of winter rolls away, admitting air and light.

We have survived the dark days and are free to be diverted.

And as we open our hearts and eyes afresh, our wings unfold and carry us towards the things in store.

New choices, new chances, new horizons, faces waiting to be known, hands waiting to be held.

First smiles, first words, first glimpses of potential.

Hope emerges everywhere.

♪ Some of us simply begin what others begin again or try again or just try and give their best.

Once the shadows fall behind us, everything is possible.

Take these to your lucky foster parents with my compliments.

And make sure that big sister of yours doesn't try to eat that rabbit.

Off you go, and say good-bye to May and Angela.

Go on.

Aw, it's nice to see her smile.

Now, you all ready for your first day in your red and blue tomorrow?

I've got every single item of uniform pressed and laid out on the bed.

I'll have to move it all before I actually go to bed, but it didn't seem real until I had it all lined up.

Oh... [Music playing in background] [Baby gurgling] ♪ Mr. Ellwood, now the training scheme has ended, without your ever-increasing financial support, we would struggle.

You've still been able to keep Nurse Corrigan.

Oh, we were delighted when she qualified.

It was by no means a foregone conclusion.

[Chuckling] Life's full of surprises.

We either survive them, or they change things for the better.

♪ [Loud clattering] ♪ [Crash] ♪ [Plaster hitting floor] ♪ ♪ I'm afraid it looks as though you have dry rot.

The beams underneath the attic floor have crumbled.

Cyril: The remainder of the ceiling isn't safe at all.

Where's poor Nurse Corrigan going to sleep?

♪ I was scared I was going to end up being put in with Nurse Crane.

I absolutely promise you I don't snore.

Likewise.

Do you want piccalilli or mustard on this ham?

Ohh...I think piccalilli today.

[Chuckling] And a piece of chocolate cake left over from yesterday?

I think that would be very fine indeed.

Very well.

To quote the speaking clock, "The time is now 8 AM precisely."

The day has commenced whether the staff are at their posts or not.

Nurse Crane: Well, thank you for swelling the throng, Nurse Anderson.

Dare I inquire as to Nurse Corrigan's whereabouts?

I left her in the bedroom.

I think her uniform was still a bit damp.

I had to dry it off down the side seams with my hair dryer, and then it fused.

So I had to use yours.

I hope you don't mind.

Not at all.

Nurse Corrigan: Oh, good, because that fused, too.

Sister Hilda: I have the brochures from the Board of Health.

No fewer than 16 educational packages of films and slides designed to instruct the public on every subject from smoking to... venereal disease.

What sorts of films and slides instruct people about venereal disease?

Um, I will be arranging and staging all the lectures, being the only qualified projectionist on the staff.

You're on the district round this morning, as am I.

We need a comprehensive review of our venous ulcer cases, and I've just been asked to add a lady to this morning's list for an incontinence review.

Well, I will go where I am summoned.

It is all God's work.

♪ I'm afraid we do not prescribe antibiotics over the telephone, even if they do clear everything up overnight.

♪ [Sighs] Good morning.

It's Mr. and Mrs. Fleming, isn't it?

Yes!

We've been away for a few months staying at my mum's in Streatham.

We've made a double appointment with Dr. Turner.

Indeed you have.

Welcome back.

And many congratulations.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ Morning.

Woman: Morning.

♪ [Door opens] Good morning.

Nurse Crane: Good morning.

District Nurse.

Are you Miss or Mrs. Nyall?

Miss.

Thank you.

What a comfortable home you have, Miss Nyall.

It's sufficient for our wants, even if Poplar isn't entirely what it was.

Woman: Marigold?

I'm just talking to the nurse, Mother.

I'll bring her through in a minute.

Mother: I'm not decent!

Marigold: You're always decent.

I keep her exactly as she'd like to be kept.

Since incontinence is the primary concern.

I did try sanitary towels, but it would appear we've gone beyond that.

Nevertheless, I'm doing my best, and so is Mother.

Which doesn't mean we can't do better.

Specialist disposable pads are available.

And what's more, the Council will provide them.

We've always taken pride in being of independent means.

My grandfather was an Alderman.

I think we'd be wise to take a urine sample.

Will Mother use a bedpan?

She's inclined to take umbrage.

I generally have to walk her to the lavatory.

Well, we'll see how we go on, shall we?

I take it this is Mother's room?

Mrs. Nyall?

District Nurse calling.

Absolutely perfect, Audrey.

You've had an exemplary pregnancy.

We've been ever so lucky this time.

Ever since we lost Christopher at birth, well... [Ahem] well, that was like our world had ended.

You were all so seriously ill yourself.

A partial dystrectomy takes time to recover from.

Now, are there any concerns you want to discuss with me?

Well, we would like the baby to be healthy, all its fingers and toes and everything.

But we're not dwelling on anything bad or sad.

And quite right, too.

I was thinking, if you'd like to come to clinic this afternoon, we can do your other routine tests and get back into the swing of things, perhaps sign you up for relaxation classes.

Well, it's Derek that needs relaxation classes.

Not me.

He's on 30 cigarettes a day just trying to stay calm.

Dr. Turner: I used to be able to get through 40 once upon a time.

Derek: Do you think I should quit?

I've not even got a cough.

Whatever happened with the radiation poisoning at Christmas Island, I've still got a decent pair of lungs.

Dr. Turner: It's not your lungs I'm worried about, Derek.

[Sighs] With the ulcers and such extensive surgery, you're already at risk of gastric cancer.

And there's evidence that smoking can cause stomach tumors.

♪ [Ahem] You got any leaflets?

There's leaflets for everything nowadays.

♪ [Men talking indistinctly] Man: Hi, Jack.

Man: Hello, mate.

Matthew!

Ha ha ha!

Sister Hilda found it under the parlor table.

I thought Jonathan might be missing it.

Well, I do have him in training for the 1986 tennis match series.

so every day of practice counts.

Mr. Edwards, sir, the man inside, they say can he come... urgently.

They think it's a baby.

♪ [Typewriter keys clicking] Yes.

Yes.

♪ Mrs. Audrey Fleming?

Oh, hello, Sister!

I heard you were back.

Yes.

History repeating.

Ha ha!

♪ Oh, Lord.

You better have a look.

♪ [Exhales] I can tell just by looking at the little skull... it's the remains of a baby wrapped up in a blouse or a nightgown.

♪ Just its bones.

So tiny.

Must have been a newborn.

♪ But somebody put it here deliberately... a long, long time ago.

I'll send for the police.

Tsk.

[Exhales] Baby seems to be in a very nice position, Audrey.

That's a lovely, strong heartbeat.

I often wish I could let mothers listen themselves with the Pinard.

Such a magical, reassuring thing to hear... Oh, Audrey!

[Audrey crying] Don't cry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to get all emotional.

Oh, it's just brought it all back.

I'll fetch a cup of tea.

♪ Is that it now?

Where will it go?

The hospital mortuary.

A pathologist will examine it and report to the coroner.

Nurse Corrigan: It must have been a grim day, so I brought you this.

There's no alcohol in it.

I know you're a bit funny like that.

I like to think that I'm sensible like that.

♪ Oh, I'm sorry.

You've had a bit of a grim day.

This is most welcome.

Thank you.

[Sighs] I just... can't block its little face out of my mind.

A baby skull looks so much more like a baby than you might imagine.

And I just keep thinking who put it there?

And why?

[Knock on door] [Door opens] Audrey: Oh!

Hello, Sister!

Sister Julienne: Sorry I wasn't at the clinic yesterday.

Mrs. Turner thought you might appreciate a visit.

That's very kind of you.

Sister Hilda is presenting a slideshow on giving up smoking at the Institute this week.

I brought the details.

Thank you.

Ha!

Shall I put the kettle on?

I made a right show of myself, crying in that cubicle.

Ha!

Thought I was doing well... but then suddenly... everything was just reminding me of Christopher-- what went wrong and all those things that we can never put right.

You love Christopher and always will.

[Crying] And I'm scared.

Will they have things like oxygen in the maternity home?

You see, when Christopher was born, he needed oxygen.

Everything will be at hand, including Dr. Turner.

And a transfer to hospital can be arranged at any time if it's necessary.

We can arrange for different midwives to deliver the baby.

Oh, I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

Nurse Anderson and Sister Frances, they're both so lovely.

It's my view that you need a clean slate, and we can help with that.

And I can do something to help meself as well.

♪ This is all the stuff that Derek and I have collected about the men in the nuclear tests... and their children, when they've been lucky enough to have 'em.

I just don't want to have to think about it for a while.

I understand.

[Door bell jingles] You two needn't think you're putting your feet up this dinner time.

We're having a working lunch of cheese and crackers, and you're going to help me with my new display.

I take it you've settled on a theme, then?

The "Eurovision" Soul Contest.

That's on my birthday!

I know!

All the more reason for us to push the boat up.

We're gonna have flags of many nations... a microphone, and... a puppet on a string!

And these were all involved in the nuclear tests?

Yes.

Operation Grapple, like Derek Fleming, and Operation Dominic.

That was an American exercise using British troops.

These are all over the place.

Teddy's just brought back up his last drink of Lucozade.

Sister Julienne: Does he have chicken pox, too?

Oh, yes.

All 3 of them now.

Best they get it out of the way.

Well, that's me on domestic duties for a week.

I did bring an extra-large bottle of calamine as requested.

Thank you.

There's a list of children's names here had missing fingers and details of 3 ex-servicemen with leukemia written on the back of an envelope.

Oh, if they ever want to challenge the MoD, this needs to be more systematic.

The information has been coming in so fast, Audrey says she's struggled to collate it.

I'll collate it.

It will give me something to do while the children are ill. [Door opens] May I be of assistance?

I'm Detective Sergeant Barrow.

♪ Sergeant: Obviously, our first port of call was the electoral roll, but 32 Madeira Street was a house of multiple occupation for decades.

And because it was never formally divided into flats, it's difficult to establish who lived in which part of the building.

The baby's remains having been found underneath the ground floor.

Sergeant, am I right in remembering that there was an overspill nurses' home at that address during the war?

Yes.

The National Registration Act Census shows 15 unmarried women living there in 1939, all on the staff at St. Cuthbert's.

Some may be patients at this practice now or registered with your predecessor.

You need access to our records, obviously.

We have to gather as much information about the residents of 32 Madeira Street as possible, or that baby goes to its grave without a name... or justice.

[Sighs] Oh!

I shall be having firm words with Medical Supplies.

I just found today's delivery dumped outside the back door without so much as a by your leave.

This box contains incontinence supplies.

What use would they be if they got wet?

I am heading out to Nimali Patel.

No.

You, lass, are going nowhere.

You're not well.

I do feel a bit feverish.

I shall telephone Lucille, and she can go instead.

She can also take these pads to Mrs. Bertha Nyall and her daughter, and her flat's at the same address.

Now, come on.

♪ Good evening.

Are you Mrs. Nyall?

"I am.

"Though what I am, none cares or knows.

My friends forsake me like a memory lost."

Mother, go back inside.

I'm afraid you must excuse her.

She used to be an elocution teacher.

She certainly knows her poetry.

John Clare, if I'm not mistaken.

[Woman crying] I'm afraid I can't linger, as I'm needed elsewhere, but Nurse Crane asked me to deliver these pads.

A little discretion would have been appreciated, but thank you.

[Sobbing] [Speaking native language] Midwife calling.

Oh, you poor love!

Why all these tears?

Nurse Anderson: What are you doing hanging onto that sink?

Have you been sick?

Man: No, she's not been sick, but she's in very bad pain.

There's no need to be upset Nimali.

This is normal labor.

[Sobbing continues] Mr. Patel, does your wife have any female relatives nearby?

No, no.

We came here alone.

Together, but alone.

Are you from Gujarat or the Punjab?

We are Gujarati.

We will manage, and you are not alone.

[Speaking Gujarati] Badhum barabara che.

[Sighs] All is well.

All is well.

[Slide advances] And what you're looking at now, ladies and gentlemen, is a smoker's lung in all of its not inconsiderable glory.

Would anyone like to hazard a guess at what the blackened areas are?

Is that tar, Sister?

Indeed it is.

Tar.

[Inhales through teeth] Oh, that delicious taste you get when you drag the smoke down the throat.

[Laughter] Oh, that crisp aroma as the tobacco burns, that tang of something unique to a cigarette.

And I do actually know what I'm talking about.

I served in the WAAFs before I took the veil, and a packet of Henleys was as much a part of a good night out as a slick of lipstick and a Gin and It.

[Laughter] Sister?

Is it true that smoking can cause cancer in other parts of the body?

Sister Hilda: Unfortunately, yes.

Yeah.

Recent research does rather seem to prove it.

[Sandie Shaw singing "Like a Puppet on a String on television] If Miss Sandie Shaw performs to the same standard at the concert in Vienna, she will return to our shores laden with Eurovision laurels.

I'd be happy if she put a pair of shoes on.

[Different music on television] Ah, that's just a gimmick.

I don't think she's a patch on Nancy Sinatra.

I'm not familiar with that theme music.

Nurse Corrigan's been introducing us to "Top of the Pops" so Sister Monica Joan could hear "Puppet on a String."

Sister Hilda will be distressed to have missed it.

She hopes to furnish us with festive vol au vents and lemonade-- oh, when the television concert is transmitted.

Oh, I think not.

It seems a very frivolous event.

We did it for the Royal Cup.

This is popular music.

The Royal Cup was history.

[Footsteps retreat] ♪ I want them mashed to a pulp!

And you're never smoking again.

That nun didn't show any slides of any stomachs.

I don't care!

You heard her!

Cancers of the esophagus, of the tongue, and of the stomach all caused by smoking.

Well, if I'm chock full of radiation anyway, what difference does it make?

The difference it makes, Derek Fleming, is that it's something you can do for yourself, something that MoD can't fib about and cover up.

It's something you can have power over.

It's something we can do for this baby.

I need you to be around for a long time, Derek.

And just for now, I don't want to think about or worry about anything else.

♪ Serves you right if I made you chuck them in the gutter.

You're as addicted to sherbet Dip Dabs as I am to fags.

This isn't an addiction.

This is a craving.

And I'm 9 months pregnant, so I'm entitled.

♪ Big strong push.

[Speaking Gujarati.

[Straining] One more time.

[Crying] Mata!

Mata!

I know you want your mother, and I know you can't understand my words.

Remember, all is well.

Badhum barabara che.

One big push now, Nimali.

Big push!

[Straining] [Crying] [Baby crying] [Praying quietly] [Nurse Anderson laughing] [Baby crying] First baby of a new generation.

♪ All is well.

♪ ♪ [Bones touching table] ♪ [Yawns] ♪ ♪ Oh...chicken pox.

Why is it always me that catches everything?

It's like I'm a sponge, soaking up germs and vermin.

Nurse Crane: Ah!

No, ah ah!

I shall have to check the mothers-to-be that you saw in clinic have all had it in the past.

I only saw Mrs. Fleming.

And then I had to go and mop up after that vomiter.

I've been on the District apart from that.

I shall be setting up the cordon sanitaire across this doorway.

Good morning.

Morning, Sergeant.

Have there been any developments?

The pathologist is carrying out the post-mortem this morning.

Depending on his findings, the coroner may open an inquest.

It transpires that the lino laid over the boards was discontinued after war broke out.

Underneath it, there were sheets of newspaper dating back to the Abdication.

That flooring hadn't been disturbed since 1936 or '37.

So you're ruling out any connection with the nurses' home.

Yes.

♪ Sister Hilda: As you can see from the brochures, the Council have put an exceedingly wide range of illustrated material at our disposal.

We have excellent lectures on head lice-- Colette.

Why don't you go and get some fresh air before the end of play time?

One of the reasons I came in was to warn you that chicken pox is doing the rounds again.

If that's what it is, I'm afraid she must have had chicken pox since she started here in January.

[Pop music playing] Dr. Turner let me see the pathologist's report.

on the baby's remains.

Is there much they can tell from just the bones?

You can tell the exact age of a baby from the length of the clavicle, the collar bone.

This was precisely the measurement found on a full-term neonate.

Any shorter, it would have been premature.

Any longer, it might have lived for a little while.

If there's an inquest, the coroner will open and adjourn straightaway.

to know the body's being released for burial.

The most likely charge will be under the 1861 Offences Against the Person Act-- concealing the birth of a child.

1861?

That law was passed over 100 years ago!

Well, it still carries a 2-year sentence.

The baby was wrapped up in a lady's flowered blouse with pearl buttons.

It wasn't just thrown away or wrapped in paper like something from the butcher's.

Whoever did this and why, they weren't criminals.

They were-- they were in distress!

[Water splashing] What did the foster mother say?

She checked Colette's notes and said she had chicken pox when she was 5.

Oh.

I should know those things.

I shouldn't have to ask.

I'm her mother.

One day, in the not-too-distant future, you will be able to bring her up yourself, Nancy.

I just don't like to think of her unhappy, subdued.

Rather it was chicken pox.

♪ We've drawn nothing but blanks so far.

There are only 3 left to check into.

2 were moved out to the new towns in Haverhill and Stevenage, so Suffolk and Herts constabularies will deal with those.

And then one in Duchess Row.

Dr. Turner: I know this household.

The younger lady has a history of mental instability.

I don't want you going there without a District nurse.

The plan is to visit tomorrow.

I'll take whoever you think is best.

Oh, Fred, look at this.

Lucille put a radish in, cut it in the shape of a rose.

Oh, ho!

You can half tell you're newlyweds.

Ha ha!

I don't reckon we'll see any dahlias this year.

You want to ask Reggie for some tips.

Yeah, you and Lucille wouldn't like to come round next Saturday, would you?

It would make his birthday a little bit of an occasion.

Oh, of course we would.

Nothing grandioso.

We're going to watch the "Eurovision" on the television, have some sandwiches, cake.

And you're nearest, and, you know, nearest.

Aww...ha ha ha!

Here.

You eat this radish from me.

If I come home with it still in my lunchbox, Lucille will put her sad face on.

Detective Sergeant Barrow?

Yes.

I understand you're familiar with this address.

Yes.

♪ Mother is having one of her delicate days.

She will not be joining in this conversation in any way.

Nurse Crane: I explained to Sergeant Barrow that your mother is suffering from senile dementia.

We were forced out of Madeira Street in 1939 when the house was requisitioned as a nurses' home.

I would have thought the infant's remains date to then.

All those unmarried women, bombs raining down, morals thrown to the 4 winds.

Miss Nyall, the floorboards in that room hadn't been disturbed since 1936 or '37.

The baby was put there before any nurse moved in.

♪ We had that lino laid by Englemann's of Stepney.

Mr. Englemann guaranteed it for 25 years.

♪ What you need to know... is that... there are 2 of them.

2 babies?

The first we buried underneath the floorboards.

18 months later, there was another one.

We hid it behind the flue, behind the gas fire.

[Teapot rattling] ♪ I don't often envy my mother.

And I didn't envy her then.

I've never seen anyone in so much agony both times.

She hung on to my hands until her knuckles went white and my fingers had no feeling left.

♪ But now I envy her.

♪ Because she can't remember... ♪ and I can't forget.

♪ Did no one know she was expecting?

Nurse Crane: Was there nobody else who could help her?

She was a respectable widow.

Miss Nyall... the person I need to talk to you is your mother.

♪ [Ringing] Midwife: Nonnatus House.

Midwife speaking.

[Coin jingles in slot] It's Audrey Fleming.

I think my labor's starting.

Can I please speak to Sister Julienne?

Do you remember when the babies were born, Mrs. Nyall?

I remember Marigold... but they said, "You can't give a flower name to a winter baby."

I remember that.

There was snow on the sill outside.

And soap.

Soap?

Soap flakes.

I won't have you humiliating her.

It's not my intention to humiliate her.

I'm trying to respect her, to let her tell me the truth, if she wants to and if she can.

She's lived without telling anyone the truth for more than 30 years.

Marigold: She knew.

I knew.

And that was enough.

There was no need for anyone else to be involved.

It was winter.

Of all the things to stick in her mind, time of year.

Might I speak with you in private, Sergeant Barrow?

♪ When she was giving a urine sample, Mrs. Nyall required my personal assistance.

I feel you should be advised she has a significant abdominal scar, which looks to me as though it was caused by a Caesarian section.

And you believe that to be relevant?

The history of Caesarian section does not sit well with 2 natural deliveries at the age of more than 40 with only her daughter in attendance.

I advise you to telephone the surgery.

I will.

But first, I need to telephone the station.

♪ There's something up here.

[Ash falling] Ohh.

♪ And there's something inside it.

♪ Dr. Turner: Marigold, we know that your mother's only child is you.

It's a matter of medical record.

You were born by Caesarian section, and your mother had to have a hysterectomy immediately afterwards to save her life.

She wasn't able to have any more babies.

♪ [Crying] It was me.

♪ [Sniffs] It was me.

♪ I gave birth to them.

Miss Nyall-- Marigold: I was the one who hid them.

♪ I was the one who was supposed to be respectable.

♪ And she was the one who held my hands.

♪ A second baby?

Are you sure, Matthew?

I pulled it from its hiding place.

It was wrapped in a pillow case.

Trixie: Oh, Matthew.

It was so small.

It was lighter than a bird.

♪ You can oversee her medically, and she can appoint a solicitor if she so desires, but I have to interview her under caution.

Marigold Nyall was an inpatient at the Lynchmere for 7 months in the early 1950s.

Her diagnosis of "severe depression manifesting in catatonia and elective mutism."

Did nobody wonder why?

A good psychiatrist will always wonder why, but sometimes it takes years to find the answer.

It depends what's been buried and how deep.

If you will allow me to sit with the lady whilst we wait for the solicitor, it might keep her on an even keel.

Nurse Crane: Please?

I've no objection.

[Exhales] Oh, the pain in my back is getting worse and worse.

How is it we're taking so long?

It seems baby's lying with its spine against your spine.

If we give him or her time, he or she will turn, and the discomfort will ease somewhat.

I wish I could do this for you.

Audrey's doing well, but it's been a long first stage for her.

Doctor... how high are the chances of baby being born with problems like the first?

According to the Ministry of Defence--zero.

According to what I saw last time and the evidence I've read, I don't know.

Sergeant: Which baby was born the first, Miss Nyall?

The little boy.

Sergeant: We weren't able to ascertain the sex of either set of remains.

Sergeant: Do you mean the one in the chimney or the one under the floor?

The floor.

The other was a girl.

♪ The boy came in October 1936.

♪ There were rumors about the King and Mrs. Simpson.

♪ People spoke so harshly of her.

♪ But women do fall.

They do find themselves in compromising circumstances.

♪ I...had an arrangement... with a married man.

[Sniffs] ♪ Marigold: He took advantage of me for years.

♪ He's the one you need to investigate.

Was he present at either of the births?

♪ Just my mother.

And did either of them breathe?

♪ Oh oh oh!

Sister Julienne: It's all good, Audrey.

Staying mobile gives baby a chance to change position.

We have gas and air ready for your next pain.

I think I want to push.

It feels like last time.

Is Dr. Turner here?

Yes.

He can come and see you if you'd like him to.

Yes.

Did either of the babies breathe or cry?

[Crying] I don't want to remember.

They were your son and your daughter.

Sergeant: You must.

Ohh... Marigold: Oh!

Nurse Crane: I'm sorry, Detective Sergeant Barrow, but Miss Nyall must be allowed to compose herself.

[Sobbing] After we cut the cords, both times, they just...lay there.

They were-- they were silent.

♪ Silent... as if they were made of stone.

♪ I want her seen by a psychiatrist.

Sister Julienne was right.

The baby's turned into the best possible position for delivery.

Clever baby.

Trixie: Clever you.

Can Derek come back now?

[Flicks lighter] [Footsteps approaching] Audrey: Ooh.

[Flicks lighter] Audrey: Ohh... Come on, Derek.

You know my views about officers and empty stomachs.

I really don't think I want a biscuit.

No.

You want a cigarette.

Audrey wants you.

I have no idea what's gonna happen in... in there.

That's what being a father is.

You never do know.

And there are never any promises.

Find the courage, and the rest will come.

Baby's head is crowned.

This will sting a little.

Sister Julienne: No gas for this.

Oooh...

Perfect work.

That's the worst of it over.

Audrey: Ohh!

Can you see his face?

It has the most beautiful face.

Its eyes are opening.

I love you, Audrey.

And I love you.

Now you must gather all that strength, all of it, yours and his, and push.

Push for the shoulders.

[Straining] Come on, Audrey.

Come on!

Ohhh!

Aaah!

♪ [Baby crying] You have a daughter.

Oh!

Is she all right?

Is she all right?

[Crying continues] She's beautiful.

[Crying] ♪ It looks to me as though she has 10 perfect fingers and 10 tiny toes.

[Crying] ♪ ♪ She's going to be released without charge.

[Sighs] Well, what did the psychiatrist say?

That in his view, she'd never be passed fit to stand trial.

Look at the report.

I'm hoping that when I read between the lines, it will say she's been punished enough.

There would have been an issue of evidence, if we'd ever got as far as court.

Sergeant: All we've got is two bundles of bones.

♪ You look so tired.

At least they let me lie down overnight.

I'm a nurse.

I've seen dawn from the wrong end many a time.

I was a telephonist.

I used to be able to talk and talk and say nothing of any import.

And then you stopped.

The babies never made a sound.

Will the police let them go now?

Have we a name for her yet?

We thought Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

That was my mother's name.

I've always loved it.

It's all the more reason to choose it, then.

Elizabeth Christine.

Sister Julienne: That's just right.

I can't believe our luck hold.

♪ Whoever's sloshing around inside of me, whatever I might have passed on to her... she looks perfect.

Well, she is.

And she always will be... 'cause she's ours and we get to take her home.

♪ There's no flowers in these.

Things aren't for and finished, Colette.

You know, sometimes it takes time for the details to come out.

There are all sorts of details about you and me that it hasn't been right to tell you yet.

Why?

Because if people knew the truth, they... might make unkind remarks or might not let us join in with them because we aren't respectable.

Nurse is respectable.

Colette... when I was 16, I did something that nobody thought was respectable at all.

I had a baby.

I wasn't married.

Where's the baby now?

Ha.

God love you.

Colette: Oh!

[Ice cream truck music] Look!

♪ How long will it be before the gravediggers come and fill it in, do you suppose?

By nightfall, I should think.

♪ Do you want them to stay uncovered for as long as possible?

Yes.

Lord knows, they were buried long enough.

I like the thought of them hearing the birds for a little while.

Me too.

And I couldn't look after you.

I couldn't look after myself.

So they took control of everything.

But it's my turn now.

So I'm gonna save up and work really hard at my job, and in a year or two, we'll be living in a nice home of our own, like a mother and daughter should.

I thought I didn't have a mother.

But you have.

You always did have, and it was always me.

♪ Oh!

Look!

Oh!

The, uh--the sisters have come to wish you Happy Birthday, Reggie.

It's an unhappy birthday.

Fred: The television's bust.

Oh!

And I can't work out what's ailing it even with the back off.

Oh, but what about your little party?

We can have some cake, I suppose.

Maybe have a game of cards?

I'll miss "Puppet on a String."

No, you won't.

You must come to Nonnatus House, and we will watch together there.

Ha ha.

[Raining] Mature Jenny: Often, in the Spring, we cease to remember the Winter that preceded it.

The clouds and the rain are of no consequence at all.

We look to each other for our sunshine and that light is all there is... Sandie: ♪ ...just like a merry-go-round...

Mature Jenny: Where there was isolation, there is togetherness.

Where there was silence, there is music.

Sandie: ♪ ...when I'm up in the air ♪ Oh!

Mature Jenny: And where there was tribulation, there is peace of mind.

Every season passes in the end.

Sharp shoots become soft leaves, and the fruit we wait for tastes the sweetest.

Endure the grief, embrace the joy.

All things come.

This is how the world turns.

This is life itself.

♪ Just goes to show how important these tests are.

What were you thinking?

Woman: You numbskull!

You... Shelagh: Sister Frances, has Miss Higgins called in at all?

Miss Higgins?!

Cyril: No one has the right to decide who is worthy to be born.

Have some information.

Man: I'm fine.

Leaflet.