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CHATTER IN STREET | 0:00:29 | 0:00:31 | |
MAN CALLS OUT | 0:00:33 | 0:00:35 | |
It's on! | 0:00:37 | 0:00:40 | |
RATTLING | 0:00:40 | 0:00:41 | |
It's on! RATTLING | 0:00:41 | 0:00:43 | |
It's on! | 0:00:43 | 0:00:44 | |
CHILDREN LAUGH | 0:00:54 | 0:00:56 | |
VENDORS SHOUT THEIR WARES | 0:00:56 | 0:00:59 | |
Hurry up, you lot! | 0:00:59 | 0:01:01 | |
-Roast chestnuts! -Come on! | 0:01:01 | 0:01:03 | |
Come and get 'em. | 0:01:03 | 0:01:05 | |
Decorations! | 0:01:05 | 0:01:06 | |
What's all this about? | 0:01:09 | 0:01:11 | |
I can't see! | 0:01:11 | 0:01:12 | |
I can't see through! | 0:01:15 | 0:01:16 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:01:19 | 0:01:21 | |
SISTER MONICA JOAN LAUGHS | 0:01:28 | 0:01:30 | |
GIRL: What's that? | 0:01:30 | 0:01:31 | |
'My first Christmas in Poplar was unlike any other I had known. | 0:01:42 | 0:01:47 | |
'The streets, like all streets, | 0:01:47 | 0:01:50 | |
'were strung with coloured lights, | 0:01:50 | 0:01:52 | |
'and children drew up lists, like children everywhere. | 0:01:52 | 0:01:56 | |
'As the days ticked down, | 0:01:56 | 0:01:58 | |
'it seemed as though the district was fizzing with delight. | 0:01:58 | 0:02:01 | |
'But at Nonnatus House, | 0:02:02 | 0:02:05 | |
'a different magic was at work. | 0:02:05 | 0:02:07 | |
'The Sisters spent Advent in prayer and meditation, | 0:02:11 | 0:02:17 | |
'and the atmosphere was not one of excitement | 0:02:17 | 0:02:20 | |
'but of expectant, joyous calm. | 0:02:20 | 0:02:24 | |
'I wasn't entirely sure what I should make of it. | 0:02:31 | 0:02:35 | |
'I was young, and faith was still a mystery to me.' | 0:02:36 | 0:02:39 | |
TELEPHONE RINGS | 0:02:48 | 0:02:51 | |
Nonnatus House. Midwife speaking. | 0:02:58 | 0:02:59 | |
It's me neighbour, she's started having pains. | 0:02:59 | 0:03:02 | |
Name, please. | 0:03:02 | 0:03:03 | |
Hilda Levons, Lisbon Buildings. | 0:03:03 | 0:03:06 | |
You're meant to be sending her down the hospital. | 0:03:06 | 0:03:08 | |
She's already crying her eyes out. | 0:03:08 | 0:03:09 | |
BABY CRIES | 0:03:09 | 0:03:10 | |
'First one, she was in labour for three days.' | 0:03:10 | 0:03:13 | |
I'll come out and assess her. | 0:03:13 | 0:03:14 | |
Keep her tucked up and warm until I get there. | 0:03:14 | 0:03:16 | |
It's all right, baby. It's all right. Come here. | 0:03:18 | 0:03:20 | |
It's all right. | 0:03:22 | 0:03:23 | |
Mrs Levons was very anxious at the last appointment. | 0:03:25 | 0:03:28 | |
I'll come with you to reassure her and then go on to the mastitis case. | 0:03:28 | 0:03:32 | |
Oh, straw for the crib! | 0:03:32 | 0:03:34 | |
Well done, Sister Monica Joan. | 0:03:34 | 0:03:36 | |
I availed myself of the kindness of some costers in the market. | 0:03:36 | 0:03:41 | |
The...spirit of the season... would appear to be amongst us. | 0:03:41 | 0:03:45 | |
BICYCLE BELL RINGS | 0:03:47 | 0:03:48 | |
BABY CRIES IN DISTANCE | 0:03:51 | 0:03:53 | |
Nurse! | 0:03:59 | 0:04:00 | |
You've got to come quick, Nurse! | 0:04:01 | 0:04:04 | |
Please, quickly, she's in 'ere. | 0:04:04 | 0:04:05 | |
Come on. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:07 | |
She's through 'ere. | 0:04:07 | 0:04:08 | |
Please hurry up. | 0:04:10 | 0:04:11 | |
-Take that. -Follow me. | 0:04:18 | 0:04:20 | |
Please. Hurry up. | 0:04:20 | 0:04:21 | |
WOMAN CRIES OUT IN PAIN | 0:04:21 | 0:04:25 | |
Hilda, it's all right. The Nonnatuns have come! | 0:04:27 | 0:04:30 | |
-You can stop pushing. -I can't stop! | 0:04:30 | 0:04:32 | |
-Yes, you can. -Let me through, please. I'm a midwife. | 0:04:32 | 0:04:35 | |
I need to go to the hospital! | 0:04:37 | 0:04:39 | |
I had to have forceps with the last one. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:41 | |
Second stage, Sister. | 0:04:41 | 0:04:43 | |
Don't distress yourself, Hilda. All is well. | 0:04:43 | 0:04:46 | |
HILDA MOANS | 0:04:46 | 0:04:48 | |
Please, will everybody stand right back so we can assist Mrs Levons? | 0:04:48 | 0:04:51 | |
It might help if you were dispersed elsewhere. | 0:04:51 | 0:04:54 | |
Begging your pardon, this is a communal toilet, | 0:04:54 | 0:04:56 | |
and I was in the queue! | 0:04:56 | 0:04:57 | |
Get yourself down the other bloody landing! | 0:04:57 | 0:05:00 | |
I can't do this on my own. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:03 | |
Yes, you can. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:04 | |
I want you to take nice, steady breaths in between each contraction. | 0:05:04 | 0:05:07 | |
It will help you to feel a lot calmer. | 0:05:07 | 0:05:10 | |
Good. | 0:05:10 | 0:05:11 | |
SIREN OUTSIDE Oh, thank God! | 0:05:11 | 0:05:13 | |
Thank God! | 0:05:13 | 0:05:15 | |
HILDA MOANS | 0:05:15 | 0:05:16 | |
Who sent for an ambulance? | 0:05:16 | 0:05:18 | |
It wasn't necessary at all. | 0:05:18 | 0:05:21 | |
If you really want to be of help, you will boil a kettle, | 0:05:21 | 0:05:23 | |
fill some hot-water bottles, fetch clean, dry towels, a basin | 0:05:23 | 0:05:28 | |
and...a blanket. | 0:05:28 | 0:05:30 | |
I'm going to need forceps again! | 0:05:30 | 0:05:33 | |
Thank you, gentlemen, for your attendance. | 0:05:33 | 0:05:35 | |
-All is in order, for the meanwhile. -All right, Sister. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:40 | |
I want you to inch forward for me, Hilda. That's it. Good girl. | 0:05:40 | 0:05:45 | |
-Bit more. -I can't have it 'ere! | 0:05:45 | 0:05:48 | |
I haven't had my enema! | 0:05:48 | 0:05:49 | |
Vertex is visible, Sister. | 0:05:49 | 0:05:51 | |
Shall I tell you something, Hilda? | 0:05:51 | 0:05:54 | |
You're doing splendidly. | 0:05:54 | 0:05:56 | |
Nurse Lee and I aren't going to leave your side. | 0:05:56 | 0:05:58 | |
Now, on this next contraction, | 0:06:01 | 0:06:03 | |
I want you to make as little noise as possible. | 0:06:03 | 0:06:06 | |
I want you to put all that energy | 0:06:06 | 0:06:09 | |
-inwards as you bear down. -Thank you. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:11 | |
Hot-water bottles are on their way. | 0:06:11 | 0:06:13 | |
That's right. | 0:06:13 | 0:06:14 | |
That's wonderful. Well done. | 0:06:14 | 0:06:16 | |
-Well done. -HILDA MOANS | 0:06:16 | 0:06:18 | |
Keep going. | 0:06:18 | 0:06:20 | |
Now, on this next contraction... | 0:06:20 | 0:06:23 | |
I think we're going to have the baby's head. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:25 | |
HILDA MOANS | 0:06:25 | 0:06:28 | |
Really good. | 0:06:43 | 0:06:45 | |
Really good! | 0:06:45 | 0:06:47 | |
-There! -Really good. | 0:06:47 | 0:06:49 | |
Well done. | 0:06:49 | 0:06:51 | |
BABY CRIES | 0:06:51 | 0:06:53 | |
Oh, there! | 0:06:53 | 0:06:55 | |
There! | 0:06:55 | 0:06:57 | |
-Lovely girl, Hilda. Well done. -I can't believe it! | 0:06:57 | 0:07:01 | |
I always cry when a baby's born! | 0:07:02 | 0:07:05 | |
I can't believe it. | 0:07:05 | 0:07:07 | |
I can't believe it. | 0:07:09 | 0:07:11 | |
'There were days and deliveries where I couldn't believe it either. | 0:07:11 | 0:07:15 | |
'Birth was and will always be the most commonplace of miracles, | 0:07:15 | 0:07:21 | |
'an event at once familiar and phenomenal, timeless and immediate, | 0:07:21 | 0:07:26 | |
'briefly making angels of us all.' | 0:07:26 | 0:07:28 | |
BABIES GRIZZLE | 0:07:28 | 0:07:30 | |
Over 18 pounds, bravo! | 0:07:34 | 0:07:36 | |
About the same size as a turkey. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:38 | |
All the children for vaccinations over this way, please. | 0:07:38 | 0:07:41 | |
And anyone who doesn't line up nicely | 0:07:41 | 0:07:43 | |
-will be reported to Father Christmas! -Trixie! | 0:07:43 | 0:07:46 | |
And you needn't think I don't know where to find him! | 0:07:46 | 0:07:49 | |
Oh! Last year, he left his number in my stocking. | 0:07:49 | 0:07:52 | |
Lynette, take the boys over for their needles. | 0:07:55 | 0:07:57 | |
Mum, don't say "needles" in front of 'em. | 0:07:57 | 0:07:59 | |
You know they'll kick off! | 0:07:59 | 0:08:01 | |
If they're frightfully brave and well-behaved, | 0:08:01 | 0:08:03 | |
they'll get a jelly baby afterwards. You'd better hurry up, | 0:08:03 | 0:08:06 | |
otherwise all the black ones will be gone. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:08 | |
Ah! Watch out! | 0:08:12 | 0:08:15 | |
Come on, mind out me way! | 0:08:15 | 0:08:16 | |
I want a star on top of this, not somebody's eyeball. | 0:08:16 | 0:08:19 | |
Season's greetings to you too(!) | 0:08:19 | 0:08:21 | |
Do I have to undress him? It's on the nippy side in 'ere. | 0:08:23 | 0:08:26 | |
Down to his napkin, if you would, Mrs Duncan. | 0:08:26 | 0:08:28 | |
Hand-knits weigh rather heavy on the scales. | 0:08:28 | 0:08:30 | |
-Get off! -Christmas tree! | 0:08:30 | 0:08:32 | |
-Get off! -Got it! | 0:08:32 | 0:08:34 | |
Get off! | 0:08:34 | 0:08:35 | |
I'll see you at tea time. Better hurry. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:38 | |
BICYCLE BELL RINGS | 0:08:38 | 0:08:40 | |
There's a baby been born. | 0:08:42 | 0:08:44 | |
-Yes. There has. -Is it thriving? | 0:08:45 | 0:08:48 | |
-Yes. -Is it? | 0:08:48 | 0:08:50 | |
-Yes. -And the mother? | 0:08:51 | 0:08:53 | |
Is she thriving too? | 0:08:53 | 0:08:55 | |
Mother and baby are both doing well. | 0:08:57 | 0:08:58 | |
I'm afraid you must let me pass, because I'm expected elsewhere. | 0:09:00 | 0:09:02 | |
Both doing well. | 0:09:02 | 0:09:04 | |
Thank God, Nurse. | 0:09:05 | 0:09:07 | |
Thank God. | 0:09:11 | 0:09:12 | |
Hmm. There's a bulb loose somewhere, I reckon. | 0:09:15 | 0:09:19 | |
Or a wire. | 0:09:19 | 0:09:20 | |
Go on, sonny. | 0:09:20 | 0:09:22 | |
Go and wiggle that plug for me. | 0:09:22 | 0:09:25 | |
The electric always slows down in the cold weather. | 0:09:26 | 0:09:29 | |
It's what you call atmospherics. | 0:09:29 | 0:09:31 | |
Don't tickle it! Clump it one! | 0:09:32 | 0:09:35 | |
All sat in the bloomin' dark at this rate. | 0:09:35 | 0:09:37 | |
And then how's the reindeers going to find their way, eh? | 0:09:37 | 0:09:40 | |
Ah! | 0:09:40 | 0:09:41 | |
-ELECTRICAL CRACKLE -Ow! | 0:09:41 | 0:09:43 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:09:43 | 0:09:45 | |
You won't be laughing come Cubs' Nativity. | 0:09:45 | 0:09:49 | |
How's Bethlehem going to look without a tree and lights, eh? | 0:09:49 | 0:09:52 | |
What-ho, Lynette! | 0:09:53 | 0:09:55 | |
Looking for the pamphlet on three-month colic. | 0:09:55 | 0:09:57 | |
Oh! Something caught your eye? | 0:09:57 | 0:09:59 | |
Not really. | 0:09:59 | 0:10:00 | |
Are you interested in coming into nursing? | 0:10:00 | 0:10:02 | |
You must be finishing school soon. | 0:10:02 | 0:10:04 | |
Easter. Then I start as a filing clerk down at Cousen's Wool. | 0:10:04 | 0:10:08 | |
My dad's their warehouse foreman. | 0:10:08 | 0:10:09 | |
Gosh. | 0:10:09 | 0:10:11 | |
Nothing like connections. | 0:10:11 | 0:10:12 | |
Must be rather jolly, seeing doors begin to open. | 0:10:14 | 0:10:17 | |
Big, wide world, all of that. | 0:10:17 | 0:10:19 | |
I s'pose. | 0:10:19 | 0:10:20 | |
Happy reading. | 0:10:22 | 0:10:23 | |
Stop mucking about with that plug now. | 0:10:25 | 0:10:28 | |
Ain't no-one told you plugs are dangerous? | 0:10:28 | 0:10:31 | |
You'd have had more success pulling her teeth out one by one. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:35 | |
One can't help having a sort of spasm of fellow-feeling. | 0:10:37 | 0:10:41 | |
Don't you remember what it felt like? | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
Feeling as though you'd never stop growing, | 0:10:43 | 0:10:45 | |
like Alice in Wonderland when she ate the cake. | 0:10:45 | 0:10:48 | |
Dreading being noticed... | 0:10:48 | 0:10:51 | |
and fearing you aren't visible at all. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:53 | |
Can't say I do. | 0:10:55 | 0:10:56 | |
Never seen anyone so decrepit. | 0:11:12 | 0:11:14 | |
I have to say, I've got a jolly robust nose, | 0:11:14 | 0:11:16 | |
but a meths drinker asked me for small change the other day. | 0:11:16 | 0:11:19 | |
It was all I could do to keep my bran flakes down. | 0:11:19 | 0:11:22 | |
I don't think she was a drinker. | 0:11:22 | 0:11:23 | |
And there was actually mildew on her coat. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:26 | |
-She was asking after the baby, you say? -Yes. | 0:11:26 | 0:11:29 | |
Sounds like someone we used to see a lot of up Stepney borders. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:32 | |
Used to call her Mrs Jenkins. I don't think that was her real name. | 0:11:32 | 0:11:35 | |
Not quite the full picnic, if you ask me. | 0:11:35 | 0:11:38 | |
But she always knew if a birth was taking place. | 0:11:38 | 0:11:41 | |
Do you know, I wouldn't have thought Lisbon Buildings | 0:11:41 | 0:11:44 | |
would've been her stamping ground. | 0:11:44 | 0:11:45 | |
Do you know, I think I saw her the other day. | 0:11:45 | 0:11:47 | |
I'm sorry to say it, | 0:11:47 | 0:11:49 | |
but the poor old thing was widdling in the gutter. | 0:11:49 | 0:11:52 | |
Oh, well, that's definitely her, then. | 0:11:52 | 0:11:54 | |
Been a lot of demolition up Stepney way. | 0:11:54 | 0:11:56 | |
She may have moved her lodgings or lost 'em. | 0:11:56 | 0:11:59 | |
Righty-ho. | 0:11:59 | 0:12:00 | |
For the next two hours, I only answer to Akela. | 0:12:00 | 0:12:04 | |
The things you see when you haven't got a gun. | 0:12:04 | 0:12:07 | |
RAUCOUS SHOUTING | 0:12:09 | 0:12:11 | |
CHILDREN WHOOP | 0:12:15 | 0:12:18 | |
Pack! Pack! Pack! | 0:12:21 | 0:12:23 | |
SHOUTING AND WHOOPING CONTINUES | 0:12:23 | 0:12:27 | |
-Pack! Pack! Pack! -Come here! | 0:12:28 | 0:12:31 | |
Shut up! | 0:12:31 | 0:12:33 | |
Thank you, Jack. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
-BOY IMITATES AN AEROPLANE -Stop pushing me! | 0:12:36 | 0:12:39 | |
Neil and Kenneth, we do not need any flags. | 0:12:39 | 0:12:41 | |
We're putting our semaphore to one side this week | 0:12:41 | 0:12:44 | |
and concentrating on our Nativity play. | 0:12:44 | 0:12:46 | |
-CHEERING -Now, as you know, | 0:12:46 | 0:12:49 | |
we're going to perform it for our mothers and fathers | 0:12:49 | 0:12:51 | |
on the last Thursday before Christmas. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:53 | |
Everyone taking part will get their Entertainer badge, | 0:12:53 | 0:12:56 | |
apart from...Timothy Turner, who'll be getting his Musician badge | 0:12:56 | 0:13:00 | |
for playing the violin. | 0:13:00 | 0:13:01 | |
Now, calling all shepherds! | 0:13:01 | 0:13:04 | |
Jack, what about you? Aren't you supposed to be a shepherd? | 0:13:04 | 0:13:07 | |
-"O, what blazing light is this?" -I've grown out me dressing gown. | 0:13:07 | 0:13:10 | |
You said we had to have dressing gowns. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:12 | |
CROOKS THWACK TOGETHER | 0:13:12 | 0:13:14 | |
-"SILENT NIGHT" PLAYS ON VIOLIN -Well, why doesn't Gary take your part? | 0:13:14 | 0:13:17 | |
He can be a shepherd, you can play Balthazar. | 0:13:17 | 0:13:19 | |
Can I still have a crook? | 0:13:19 | 0:13:21 | |
-TOOTS WHISTLE -Stop it, please. | 0:13:21 | 0:13:22 | |
-TOOTS WHISTLE -Timothy. | 0:13:22 | 0:13:23 | |
Ooh, donkey's ears! | 0:13:25 | 0:13:27 | |
-BOY: -Eee-aww! | 0:13:27 | 0:13:29 | |
Now, the Alice band has already perished, | 0:13:29 | 0:13:31 | |
so I want you to treat those as though they're made of porcelain. | 0:13:31 | 0:13:34 | |
What's porcelain? | 0:13:36 | 0:13:37 | |
-Not 'im again! -Oh, bravo! Reinforcements! | 0:13:37 | 0:13:41 | |
Excuse my tardiness. | 0:13:41 | 0:13:42 | |
I've been making enquiries about a manger. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:46 | |
-..Christmas tree! -Look, look! | 0:13:46 | 0:13:49 | |
Gosh! Move over, Prince Rainier of Monaco! | 0:13:49 | 0:13:53 | |
Do you suppose your mother will run you up a cape? | 0:13:53 | 0:13:56 | |
-Put those donkey's ears down. That's it. -Yes, Akela. | 0:13:56 | 0:13:59 | |
Now, come on, boys. We haven't finished yet. | 0:13:59 | 0:14:02 | |
BOY: ..I don't know. | 0:14:02 | 0:14:03 | |
ANIMATED CHATTER CONTINUES BEHIND DOOR | 0:14:05 | 0:14:07 | |
You all right there? | 0:14:07 | 0:14:08 | |
I'm picking my brothers up. | 0:14:10 | 0:14:11 | |
My mum and dad don't like 'em running round unsupervised. | 0:14:11 | 0:14:14 | |
Good for them, that's what I say. | 0:14:14 | 0:14:17 | |
< Now, in a horseshoe, please. | 0:14:19 | 0:14:20 | |
ALL: Akela! | 0:14:22 | 0:14:24 | |
Cubs! Do your best! | 0:14:24 | 0:14:26 | |
ALL: We'll do our best! | 0:14:26 | 0:14:29 | |
(Letter for you, from the vicar.) | 0:14:34 | 0:14:36 | |
Get into bed, Camilla, and calm down. | 0:14:43 | 0:14:45 | |
Calm down? The vicar's invited the mayor of Poplar to the Nativity. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:49 | |
Oh, I know one shouldn't speak ill of a man of the cloth, | 0:14:50 | 0:14:53 | |
but it was bally cowardly of him to put it in a letter! | 0:14:53 | 0:14:56 | |
-It's only a bit of fun. -It WAS only a bit of fun. | 0:14:56 | 0:14:58 | |
But if the mayor's intending to descend, | 0:14:58 | 0:15:01 | |
that's a different kettle of plaice entirely. | 0:15:01 | 0:15:04 | |
I can't just have a few Cubs in their nightwear | 0:15:04 | 0:15:06 | |
and Tiny Tears in swaddling! | 0:15:06 | 0:15:09 | |
Camilla, why are you getting so upset? | 0:15:09 | 0:15:10 | |
This is our district, Peter. All Saints is our church. | 0:15:12 | 0:15:15 | |
I feel proud of it. | 0:15:15 | 0:15:17 | |
I don't want anyone to feel as though we're somehow...lacking. | 0:15:17 | 0:15:20 | |
Into bed now, before you get pneumonia off the lino. | 0:15:20 | 0:15:24 | |
Whatever happened to "nil desperandum", eh? | 0:15:33 | 0:15:35 | |
You forget what you're capable of sometimes. | 0:15:37 | 0:15:41 | |
I know exactly what I'm capable of. | 0:15:41 | 0:15:43 | |
That's the problem. | 0:15:43 | 0:15:44 | |
BABIES GRIZZLE | 0:15:51 | 0:15:53 | |
Oh... | 0:15:58 | 0:16:01 | |
Oh! | 0:16:04 | 0:16:06 | |
Who's a lovely 'un, then? | 0:16:06 | 0:16:09 | |
Who's a lovely 'un? | 0:16:09 | 0:16:11 | |
Two little dickie birds, sitting on a wall. | 0:16:14 | 0:16:17 | |
One named Peter, one named Paul. | 0:16:17 | 0:16:20 | |
Fly away, Peter... | 0:16:20 | 0:16:22 | |
-Get away from my baby! -..fly away, Paul... | 0:16:22 | 0:16:24 | |
D'you hear me? Get away! | 0:16:24 | 0:16:26 | |
I'd never take him. | 0:16:26 | 0:16:28 | |
I'm not accusing you of taking 'im. | 0:16:28 | 0:16:30 | |
I'm accusing you of touching 'im. | 0:16:30 | 0:16:32 | |
Mrs Jones, whatever's happening? | 0:16:32 | 0:16:34 | |
It's her, the filthy old crone. | 0:16:34 | 0:16:36 | |
I only nipped in to pick up me orange juice. | 0:16:36 | 0:16:38 | |
Shh. | 0:16:38 | 0:16:40 | |
-Get off! -Mrs Jones, that's enough. | 0:16:40 | 0:16:43 | |
Now, go back in the clinic and ask them to replace your juice. | 0:16:43 | 0:16:47 | |
Nurse Lee, would you clear up this mess? | 0:16:47 | 0:16:50 | |
It's all right, my darling. Shh. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:52 | |
No-one can resist a baby, Mrs Jenkins. | 0:17:09 | 0:17:15 | |
But mothers can be fierce when they think their child is threatened. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:19 | |
-It was only dickie birds. -I know. | 0:17:19 | 0:17:22 | |
Dickie birds. | 0:17:23 | 0:17:25 | |
Just little 'uns. | 0:17:25 | 0:17:27 | |
It's a hard time of year to spend too much time alone. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:32 | |
Can you tell me where you live? | 0:17:33 | 0:17:35 | |
We can send someone to look in on you, to make sure | 0:17:35 | 0:17:37 | |
you're being properly taken care of. | 0:17:37 | 0:17:39 | |
She doesn't look well. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:50 | |
Old age. Poverty. | 0:17:50 | 0:17:51 | |
Chronic malnourishment. And exhaustion, I suppose. | 0:17:52 | 0:17:56 | |
Why doesn't she accept help? | 0:17:56 | 0:17:58 | |
Who knows what brutality she knew when she was young? | 0:18:00 | 0:18:04 | |
Help then didn't mean what help means now. | 0:18:04 | 0:18:07 | |
Once more unto the breach and all of that! | 0:18:12 | 0:18:14 | |
It's simply a matter of scaling things up. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:16 | |
I just waylaid Brown Owl at the bus stop, and we're combining forces now. | 0:18:16 | 0:18:20 | |
So there'll be, um, eight angels, a female Mary, | 0:18:20 | 0:18:23 | |
a full complement of cattle and quite a sizeable flock of sheep. | 0:18:23 | 0:18:25 | |
Chummy... | 0:18:27 | 0:18:28 | |
it's the parish hall, not the London Palladium. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:31 | |
Well, that sort of attitude will get us nowhere. | 0:18:31 | 0:18:33 | |
CHUMMY SIGHS | 0:18:33 | 0:18:35 | |
TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS | 0:18:35 | 0:18:37 | |
SHE SIGHS SOFTLY | 0:18:59 | 0:19:00 | |
-BICYCLE BELL RINGS -Lynette! -Oh, hello, Nurse Noakes. | 0:19:27 | 0:19:29 | |
By all means tell me I'm a frightful bore, | 0:19:29 | 0:19:31 | |
but would you consider doing me a kindness? | 0:19:31 | 0:19:33 | |
I'd be glad to, if my mum don't mind. | 0:19:33 | 0:19:34 | |
It's all connected to church affairs. | 0:19:34 | 0:19:36 | |
The Nativity play, to be precise. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:38 | |
We need a sort of capable senior angel, | 0:19:38 | 0:19:40 | |
to rule the little Brownies with a rod of iron. | 0:19:40 | 0:19:43 | |
I don't know, Nurse. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:44 | |
I might be needed at home. I might let you down. | 0:19:44 | 0:19:46 | |
And I'd hate to let you down. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:47 | |
I always think it best to travel hopefully. | 0:19:47 | 0:19:49 | |
-But, Nurse... -We're not at home to Miss Pessimistic. | 0:19:49 | 0:19:51 | |
Now, we'll rig you out in the best crepe paper. | 0:19:51 | 0:19:54 | |
Shame. I haven't got my tape measure in my pocket. | 0:19:54 | 0:19:56 | |
You don't need it. | 0:19:56 | 0:19:58 | |
I'm a 40-inch hip. | 0:19:58 | 0:19:59 | |
Oh, bravo! | 0:19:59 | 0:20:00 | |
Splendid. | 0:20:00 | 0:20:02 | |
-MAN: -Elsie in? -WOMAN: Yeah, first door on the right. | 0:20:03 | 0:20:06 | |
-Excuse me. -It's the first door. | 0:20:11 | 0:20:12 | |
LABOURED BREATHING | 0:20:14 | 0:20:15 | |
-Ta-ta, then! -See you on pay day. | 0:20:15 | 0:20:17 | |
Yeah. | 0:20:17 | 0:20:18 | |
BREATHES WHEEZILY | 0:20:18 | 0:20:20 | |
Better check she's all right. | 0:20:32 | 0:20:34 | |
Greetings, Doctor. | 0:20:38 | 0:20:40 | |
I just called in to collect those instruments. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:42 | |
Of course. Nearly done. | 0:20:42 | 0:20:46 | |
No sign of that new autoclave? | 0:20:46 | 0:20:48 | |
The department said it would come this week, | 0:20:49 | 0:20:51 | |
but there's been no joy so far. | 0:20:51 | 0:20:54 | |
Are you staying for tea, Dr Turner? | 0:20:54 | 0:20:56 | |
Mrs B has made an absolute piece de resistance of yule log. | 0:20:56 | 0:20:59 | |
Thanks, but I've got Timothy outside in the car. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:01 | |
Oh, dear. Housekeeper's day off? | 0:21:01 | 0:21:03 | |
Well, I'm sure we can pop you something into a paper bag. | 0:21:03 | 0:21:06 | |
TELEPHONE RINGS | 0:21:06 | 0:21:08 | |
How is Timothy getting on? | 0:21:08 | 0:21:10 | |
-HE SIGHS -It's been almost a year. | 0:21:10 | 0:21:13 | |
Nonnatus House. Midwife speaking. | 0:21:13 | 0:21:14 | |
-He's doing well enough. -How may I help? | 0:21:14 | 0:21:16 | |
But it'll be our first Christmas since his mother died, | 0:21:16 | 0:21:19 | |
and I'm worried it might... | 0:21:19 | 0:21:21 | |
undo things. | 0:21:21 | 0:21:23 | |
-I see. -I lost my mother when I was very young. | 0:21:23 | 0:21:26 | |
Children are more resilient than you think. | 0:21:27 | 0:21:30 | |
-He's here. -Well... | 0:21:30 | 0:21:32 | |
he's made his opinion of my cooking rather clear. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:36 | |
Fish and chips for us tonight, I reckon. | 0:21:36 | 0:21:38 | |
Sorry, Doctor. There's been a message from the surgery. | 0:21:38 | 0:21:40 | |
Urgent home visit requested. | 0:21:40 | 0:21:43 | |
Lady called Mrs Jenkins. | 0:21:43 | 0:21:45 | |
I'm meant to be at a rehearsal now. | 0:22:01 | 0:22:03 | |
Stay there and don't talk to anyone. | 0:22:03 | 0:22:05 | |
You'll make me late! | 0:22:05 | 0:22:07 | |
Like you're always late. | 0:22:10 | 0:22:12 | |
Hello? | 0:22:27 | 0:22:28 | |
DOOR CREAKS | 0:22:32 | 0:22:33 | |
Mrs Jenkins? | 0:22:33 | 0:22:34 | |
I'm a doctor...here to help. | 0:22:37 | 0:22:40 | |
Don't you come near me! | 0:22:40 | 0:22:41 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:22:42 | 0:22:45 | |
-I won't be a moment. -What? That's my dinner! | 0:22:57 | 0:23:01 | |
Who are you giving my dinner to? | 0:23:01 | 0:23:03 | |
It's a classic case of angina pectoris. | 0:23:19 | 0:23:22 | |
I've prescribed amyl nitrite, | 0:23:22 | 0:23:23 | |
for use in the event of any new collapse, and penicillin, | 0:23:23 | 0:23:27 | |
because there was evidence of urinary incontinence | 0:23:27 | 0:23:29 | |
-all over the place. -Gangway! | 0:23:29 | 0:23:31 | |
Mrs Jenkins may very well have an infection, | 0:23:31 | 0:23:34 | |
which would contribute to her confusion. | 0:23:34 | 0:23:36 | |
It might be worth trying to collect a urine sample. | 0:23:36 | 0:23:38 | |
That shouldn't prove too challenging. | 0:23:38 | 0:23:41 | |
Just stick a gallipot in a convenient gutter. Huh! | 0:23:41 | 0:23:43 | |
She is also hard of hearing, jumping with fleas, | 0:23:43 | 0:23:46 | |
and her living conditions are calamitous. | 0:23:46 | 0:23:49 | |
If you could speak to the social services, | 0:23:49 | 0:23:51 | |
I'll put her on the list for daily visits in the meanwhile. | 0:23:51 | 0:23:54 | |
Hello? | 0:24:25 | 0:24:26 | |
Mrs Jenkins? | 0:24:28 | 0:24:29 | |
I'm Nurse Lee. | 0:24:32 | 0:24:34 | |
The doctor sent me to come and have a look at you. | 0:24:35 | 0:24:37 | |
I don't need no bleedin' looking at! | 0:24:37 | 0:24:39 | |
There's nothing to be afraid of. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:44 | |
We just want to see if we can make you a bit more comfortable. | 0:24:47 | 0:24:50 | |
Oh! | 0:24:55 | 0:24:56 | |
CAT MIAOWS | 0:24:58 | 0:25:01 | |
I thought you was Rosie for a minute. | 0:25:08 | 0:25:11 | |
She's got a face like yours. | 0:25:13 | 0:25:15 | |
Like Carnation milk, when you open up a tin. | 0:25:15 | 0:25:18 | |
Who's Rosie, Mrs Jenkins? Is she a relation? | 0:25:20 | 0:25:24 | |
She's sweet. | 0:25:24 | 0:25:25 | |
Sweet as a little flower, she is. | 0:25:27 | 0:25:29 | |
The doctor wanted me to do a few routine checks each time I visit. | 0:25:35 | 0:25:40 | |
I'll start by taking your pulse, | 0:25:40 | 0:25:42 | |
and then we'll move on to your temperature. | 0:25:42 | 0:25:44 | |
-Don't you touch me! -Please, Mrs Jenkins... -No! | 0:25:44 | 0:25:47 | |
Oh! And when do you see your patient again, Nurse Can't-Take-A-Pulse? | 0:25:53 | 0:25:56 | |
Look, it wasn't that I couldn't, Sister! | 0:25:56 | 0:25:58 | |
It was that she wouldn't let me. | 0:25:58 | 0:26:00 | |
Oh, no. It was because she didn't trust you. | 0:26:00 | 0:26:01 | |
And if you can't make your patients trust you, | 0:26:01 | 0:26:04 | |
you are no good as a nurse! | 0:26:04 | 0:26:06 | |
Now, answer my question. | 0:26:06 | 0:26:07 | |
She's on the list for this evening's rounds, Sister. | 0:26:10 | 0:26:12 | |
Oh. And shall I tell you what else is on this evening's rounds? | 0:26:12 | 0:26:16 | |
21 injections, 16 insulin, four penicillin, | 0:26:16 | 0:26:21 | |
an ear to syringe, a cannula to drain | 0:26:21 | 0:26:24 | |
-and three sets of haemorrhoids to compress! -I'm sorry, Sister, | 0:26:24 | 0:26:26 | |
-but the problem was... -No, no, I'll tell you what the problem is! | 0:26:26 | 0:26:29 | |
You young girls do too much book learning. | 0:26:29 | 0:26:32 | |
You sit for months in classrooms, | 0:26:32 | 0:26:33 | |
filling your heads with loads of codswallop, | 0:26:33 | 0:26:36 | |
when simple, practical tasks are beyond you. | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
INKWELL SMASHES | 0:26:39 | 0:26:40 | |
Now look what you've made me do! | 0:26:40 | 0:26:43 | |
SHE SIGHS | 0:26:43 | 0:26:44 | |
Oh... | 0:26:44 | 0:26:46 | |
Cynthia? | 0:26:46 | 0:26:48 | |
I'm modelling for Chummy. | 0:26:48 | 0:26:49 | |
She ended up with more children taking part than parts, | 0:26:49 | 0:26:53 | |
so she decided to personify the Wise Men's gifts. | 0:26:53 | 0:26:56 | |
And what's that supposed to be? | 0:26:56 | 0:26:58 | |
Myrrh. It's quite straightforward, compared to frankincense. | 0:26:58 | 0:27:01 | |
KNOCKING ON DOOR Nurses! | 0:27:20 | 0:27:21 | |
Well, now. Well, now, madam. | 0:27:23 | 0:27:27 | |
What's all this fuss about? | 0:27:27 | 0:27:29 | |
Doctor says you've got a problem with your ticker, | 0:27:30 | 0:27:33 | |
but I would lay bets that it's as hale as mine. | 0:27:33 | 0:27:37 | |
Hmm. Right. | 0:27:39 | 0:27:41 | |
Let's have a check of this pulse. | 0:27:43 | 0:27:46 | |
Oh! | 0:27:46 | 0:27:47 | |
Oh... | 0:27:48 | 0:27:49 | |
Pulse attempted. | 0:27:52 | 0:27:54 | |
SHE SIGHS | 0:27:56 | 0:27:57 | |
Patient... | 0:27:57 | 0:27:59 | |
..demonstrated strong right hook. | 0:28:00 | 0:28:04 | |
Right... | 0:28:08 | 0:28:10 | |
..you awkward old biddy, | 0:28:11 | 0:28:14 | |
let's see what you make of this. | 0:28:14 | 0:28:15 | |
SHE BREAKS WIND LOUDLY | 0:28:17 | 0:28:19 | |
And if that doesn't impress you, I can do it again, | 0:28:23 | 0:28:26 | |
in a different key. | 0:28:26 | 0:28:27 | |
SHE BREAKS WIND IN A LOWER KEY | 0:28:28 | 0:28:31 | |
Catch it, Nurse Lee. It's heading for the door. | 0:28:32 | 0:28:35 | |
Cat's got it now. It's underneath the chair. | 0:28:35 | 0:28:39 | |
Where'er you be, let your wind go free! | 0:28:39 | 0:28:43 | |
In church and chapel, let it rattle! | 0:28:43 | 0:28:47 | |
Good thing there's no naked flames about! | 0:28:47 | 0:28:50 | |
BOTH GIGGLE | 0:28:52 | 0:28:55 | |
Right... | 0:28:59 | 0:29:01 | |
Off on the insulin round, | 0:29:06 | 0:29:09 | |
and I'm under no illusions that it will be straightforward. | 0:29:09 | 0:29:12 | |
They'll all have been at the Quality Street, | 0:29:12 | 0:29:15 | |
every man jack of them. | 0:29:15 | 0:29:16 | |
If I was the Prime Minister, I would shut that factory down. | 0:29:16 | 0:29:19 | |
PLAINTIVE WAILING | 0:29:19 | 0:29:22 | |
WAILING | 0:29:30 | 0:29:33 | |
Is that Mrs Jenkins? | 0:29:41 | 0:29:43 | |
Yes. | 0:29:43 | 0:29:45 | |
I've never heard anything like it. | 0:29:47 | 0:29:49 | |
I have. | 0:29:49 | 0:29:51 | |
WAILING | 0:29:51 | 0:29:53 | |
SHE EXHALES | 0:29:55 | 0:29:57 | |
We used to call it "the workhouse howl". | 0:29:59 | 0:30:02 | |
What? | 0:30:03 | 0:30:06 | |
It's the sound of someone who's been at the bottom of the heap. | 0:30:06 | 0:30:09 | |
I would call it a cry of protest, except there's no fight left in it. | 0:30:11 | 0:30:15 | |
And no hope either. | 0:30:15 | 0:30:16 | |
WAILING | 0:30:16 | 0:30:18 | |
Should we go back? | 0:30:18 | 0:30:20 | |
Not now. | 0:30:21 | 0:30:22 | |
We couldn't reach her if we did. | 0:30:24 | 0:30:26 | |
WAILING GETS LOUDER | 0:30:26 | 0:30:29 | |
# Silent night | 0:30:34 | 0:30:37 | |
# Holy night | 0:30:37 | 0:30:40 | |
# All is calm... # | 0:30:40 | 0:30:43 | |
And don't forget to smile. | 0:30:43 | 0:30:45 | |
# ..All is bright... # | 0:30:45 | 0:30:46 | |
The mayor doesn't want to see a lot of gloomy faces. | 0:30:46 | 0:30:48 | |
# ..Round yon virgin Mother and child | 0:30:48 | 0:30:54 | |
# Holy infant | 0:30:54 | 0:30:57 | |
-# So tender and mild... # -Go on! | 0:30:57 | 0:31:01 | |
# Sleep in heavenly peace... # | 0:31:01 | 0:31:05 | |
SINGING FADES | 0:31:05 | 0:31:08 | |
Sister Monica Joan, why don't you rest until it's time for compline? | 0:31:25 | 0:31:29 | |
SHE SIGHS | 0:31:29 | 0:31:30 | |
No. | 0:31:32 | 0:31:33 | |
I thought bright raiment was stored within this room. | 0:31:37 | 0:31:42 | |
But it's gone... | 0:31:45 | 0:31:47 | |
..and we do not know what forces are at work. | 0:31:50 | 0:31:53 | |
Chummy takes the costumes up to her old bedroom for safekeeping. | 0:31:55 | 0:31:59 | |
She doesn't want them getting in everybody's way. | 0:31:59 | 0:32:01 | |
I was accused of taking macaroons to my room by Sister Evangelina, | 0:32:01 | 0:32:05 | |
but it was not so. | 0:32:05 | 0:32:07 | |
Almonds are mercurial and likely to be consumed into the ether. | 0:32:08 | 0:32:13 | |
Would you hold the glue pot for me, Sister? | 0:32:16 | 0:32:18 | |
FOOTSTEPS IN BACKGROUND | 0:32:18 | 0:32:20 | |
DOOR OPENS IN BACKGROUND | 0:32:30 | 0:32:32 | |
Sister Monica Joan, have you heard of the workhouse howl? | 0:32:32 | 0:32:35 | |
I have heard the workhouse howl... | 0:32:40 | 0:32:42 | |
..itself. | 0:32:43 | 0:32:45 | |
One hears it less, now the infirmaries are closed | 0:32:48 | 0:32:52 | |
and the inmates are slowly... | 0:32:52 | 0:32:54 | |
..tidied into graves. | 0:32:55 | 0:32:57 | |
It speaks of an agony beyond all words. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:05 | |
This wasn't beyond all words. | 0:33:11 | 0:33:13 | |
Mrs Jenkins was calling someone's name. | 0:33:15 | 0:33:18 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:33:21 | 0:33:22 | |
SHE GROANS | 0:33:26 | 0:33:28 | |
Lynette, have you seen my kitchen scissors? | 0:33:30 | 0:33:32 | |
No, Mum. | 0:33:32 | 0:33:34 | |
I was putting the string on the Christmas pudding | 0:33:34 | 0:33:36 | |
and I couldn't lay hands on 'em. | 0:33:36 | 0:33:37 | |
What are you doing with your light still on? | 0:33:37 | 0:33:40 | |
I was just thinking. | 0:33:40 | 0:33:42 | |
You can think just as well in the dark. | 0:33:42 | 0:33:44 | |
Come on, you. Another busy day tomorrow. | 0:33:46 | 0:33:50 | |
Church in the morning... | 0:33:50 | 0:33:52 | |
and you've got rings round your eyes as black as the ace of spades. | 0:33:52 | 0:33:56 | |
Reckon my monthly's coming on. | 0:33:56 | 0:33:58 | |
No medals for that, I'm afraid. | 0:33:59 | 0:34:02 | |
You know where the aspirins and the you-know-whats are. | 0:34:03 | 0:34:06 | |
Good night, and God bless you. | 0:34:07 | 0:34:09 | |
BELL TOLLS IN THE DISTANCE | 0:34:14 | 0:34:17 | |
# Yea, with thine eyes shalt thou behold | 0:34:31 | 0:34:36 | |
# And see the reward of the ungodly | 0:34:37 | 0:34:43 | |
# For thou, Lord, art my hope | 0:34:43 | 0:34:48 | |
# Thou has set thine house of defence very high | 0:34:49 | 0:34:56 | |
# There shall no evil happen unto thee | 0:34:56 | 0:35:02 | |
# Neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling | 0:35:03 | 0:35:10 | |
# For he shall give his angels charge over thee... # | 0:35:10 | 0:35:16 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:35:16 | 0:35:18 | |
# To keep thee in all thy ways | 0:35:18 | 0:35:23 | |
# They shall bear thee in their hands | 0:35:23 | 0:35:28 | |
# That thou hurt not thy foot against a stone... # | 0:35:30 | 0:35:35 | |
SHE GASPS AND MOANS | 0:35:35 | 0:35:37 | |
# Because he hath set his love upon me | 0:35:37 | 0:35:42 | |
# Therefore will I deliver him | 0:35:42 | 0:35:46 | |
# I will set him up because he hath known my name | 0:35:48 | 0:35:54 | |
# With long life will I satisfy him | 0:35:54 | 0:36:00 | |
# And show him my salvation | 0:36:02 | 0:36:07 | |
# Glory be to the Father | 0:36:07 | 0:36:11 | |
# And to the Son | 0:36:11 | 0:36:14 | |
# And to the Holy Ghost | 0:36:16 | 0:36:21 | |
# As it was in the beginning | 0:36:21 | 0:36:25 | |
# Is now and ever shall be | 0:36:25 | 0:36:29 | |
# World without end | 0:36:32 | 0:36:35 | |
# Amen. # | 0:36:35 | 0:36:38 | |
THUNDER CRASHES | 0:36:38 | 0:36:40 | |
SHE SOBS Help me. | 0:36:42 | 0:36:44 | |
Baby, help me. SHE SOBS | 0:36:45 | 0:36:48 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:36:48 | 0:36:51 | |
SHE STRAINS AND SCREAMS | 0:36:58 | 0:37:01 | |
SHE WHIMPERS | 0:37:20 | 0:37:22 | |
BABY CRIES | 0:37:38 | 0:37:40 | |
I'm sorry. | 0:38:05 | 0:38:07 | |
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. | 0:38:07 | 0:38:10 | |
SCISSORS SNIP | 0:38:21 | 0:38:24 | |
Fetch the milk, darling. | 0:39:12 | 0:39:13 | |
Let's hope it hasn't frozen solid, like the bathroom tap. | 0:39:13 | 0:39:16 | |
Oh, no. | 0:39:21 | 0:39:23 | |
No, no. | 0:39:24 | 0:39:26 | |
Trixie. | 0:39:29 | 0:39:30 | |
Trixie! | 0:39:31 | 0:39:33 | |
Whatever's the matter? | 0:39:33 | 0:39:34 | |
Oh, my goodness. | 0:39:37 | 0:39:38 | |
Get Sister Julienne. | 0:39:38 | 0:39:40 | |
It's all right. | 0:39:42 | 0:39:44 | |
BABY GURGLES | 0:39:47 | 0:39:49 | |
His breathing's shallow and his pulse is slow. | 0:39:58 | 0:40:00 | |
He was already turning blue. | 0:40:00 | 0:40:03 | |
I'll fetch the blanket and the paraffin heater. | 0:40:03 | 0:40:05 | |
When you've done that, call for the police. | 0:40:05 | 0:40:07 | |
KNOCK AT DOOR | 0:40:10 | 0:40:11 | |
< Lynette, time to get up. | 0:40:11 | 0:40:13 | |
I am up. | 0:40:13 | 0:40:15 | |
SHE GROANS | 0:40:25 | 0:40:27 | |
Pillowcase - candy-striped, winceyette material. | 0:40:34 | 0:40:37 | |
You'll find the same in any one of a hundred homes in Poplar. | 0:40:37 | 0:40:41 | |
We were able to snip about an inch of the thread | 0:40:41 | 0:40:43 | |
that was used to tie the cord. | 0:40:43 | 0:40:45 | |
Sister, it looks like ordinary kitchen string, | 0:40:45 | 0:40:49 | |
but the cord was cut quite neatly - sharp scissors or a knife. | 0:40:49 | 0:40:52 | |
Make sure to clean the cord properly. | 0:40:52 | 0:40:55 | |
Whatever implement was used, it was unlikely to be sterile. | 0:40:55 | 0:40:57 | |
Yes, Sister. | 0:40:57 | 0:40:58 | |
Our order has been here for over 60 years. | 0:41:01 | 0:41:04 | |
We've never had a single case of abandonment until now. | 0:41:04 | 0:41:07 | |
There's a paper bag here from Liston's, | 0:41:07 | 0:41:09 | |
that dry-cleaner's that shut down. | 0:41:09 | 0:41:11 | |
Sister...why d'you think somebody would do a thing like this? | 0:41:11 | 0:41:15 | |
SHE SIGHS | 0:41:15 | 0:41:17 | |
I've come to the conclusion there are only two reasons | 0:41:17 | 0:41:19 | |
for ever doing anything - | 0:41:19 | 0:41:21 | |
one is love... | 0:41:21 | 0:41:23 | |
and the other is fear. | 0:41:23 | 0:41:25 | |
It would appear that both were at work in this case. | 0:41:25 | 0:41:28 | |
I've put almost a whole layette together | 0:41:29 | 0:41:31 | |
from the things in the charity box. | 0:41:31 | 0:41:33 | |
Pink booties for a boy? | 0:41:33 | 0:41:35 | |
There weren't any blue ones. | 0:41:35 | 0:41:37 | |
One of the proper hue can be acquired... | 0:41:37 | 0:41:40 | |
One of the proper hue can be purchased. | 0:41:40 | 0:41:41 | |
Nurse Lee, take two shillings out of the petty cash | 0:41:41 | 0:41:44 | |
and see that Sister Monica Joan's properly equipped. | 0:41:44 | 0:41:46 | |
What are we going to call him, then? | 0:41:46 | 0:41:47 | |
I worry we should leave that to his mother. | 0:41:47 | 0:41:50 | |
I mean, she may come back, | 0:41:50 | 0:41:51 | |
especially if it's reported in the papers. | 0:41:51 | 0:41:53 | |
It is in fact customary to name an abandoned infant | 0:41:53 | 0:41:57 | |
after somebody closely connected with its rescue. | 0:41:57 | 0:42:00 | |
We can hardly call it Cynthia. It would be worse than pink booties. | 0:42:00 | 0:42:04 | |
Somebody closely connected | 0:42:04 | 0:42:06 | |
and of the same gender. | 0:42:06 | 0:42:08 | |
Nobody calls baby boys Fred any more. | 0:42:08 | 0:42:10 | |
You might as well give him a flat cap and a Woodbine. | 0:42:10 | 0:42:12 | |
There is surely only one appellation we can choose. | 0:42:12 | 0:42:15 | |
The child must be baptised in honour of our patron, St Raymond Nonnatus. | 0:42:15 | 0:42:19 | |
Sounds like a spiv. | 0:42:19 | 0:42:21 | |
BABY BREAKS WIND | 0:42:21 | 0:42:22 | |
Ooh, sounds like a digestive system in full working order. | 0:42:22 | 0:42:26 | |
Now, then, little Raymond, let's see if we've warmed you up. | 0:42:26 | 0:42:31 | |
It's not what I asked for, but it's a start. | 0:42:43 | 0:42:46 | |
I can't believe the council won't rehouse her. | 0:42:46 | 0:42:48 | |
The building's been condemned. | 0:42:48 | 0:42:50 | |
Elderly single people are supposed to go into nursing homes. | 0:42:50 | 0:42:53 | |
We can do better than that for Mrs Jenkins, can't we? | 0:42:53 | 0:42:57 | |
-I don't doubt it. -CRASH | 0:42:57 | 0:42:59 | |
Call off the search! I've found the bath. | 0:42:59 | 0:43:02 | |
What's more, it's full of coal. | 0:43:02 | 0:43:04 | |
Right, I'll fill them up. | 0:43:09 | 0:43:11 | |
Oh, come on. | 0:43:12 | 0:43:13 | |
You move any slower, you'll grow moss. | 0:43:13 | 0:43:15 | |
Don't you take against my Rosie. | 0:43:15 | 0:43:17 | |
You come over here, dear. | 0:43:17 | 0:43:19 | |
I don't know who Rosie is, Mrs Jenkins, but she isn't me. | 0:43:22 | 0:43:26 | |
No... | 0:43:32 | 0:43:33 | |
She had a little girl's hands. | 0:43:35 | 0:43:36 | |
Yours are only small. | 0:43:39 | 0:43:40 | |
I'm not taking them off, I told you! I'm not! | 0:43:48 | 0:43:51 | |
You thieving besoms. | 0:43:51 | 0:43:53 | |
Please, Mrs Jenkins, we need you to take them off | 0:43:53 | 0:43:55 | |
so that we can get you into the bath. | 0:43:55 | 0:43:57 | |
-You can have them back afterwards. -She'll burn 'em. | 0:43:57 | 0:43:59 | |
I am burning your clothes | 0:43:59 | 0:44:00 | |
because they are riddled with little visitors. | 0:44:00 | 0:44:03 | |
We don't want them infesting the clean, new bed. | 0:44:03 | 0:44:05 | |
I never takes them off. | 0:44:05 | 0:44:08 | |
(They won't come off.) | 0:44:08 | 0:44:09 | |
They're stuck to her skin...Sister. | 0:44:12 | 0:44:15 | |
You'll have to try Vaseline. | 0:44:15 | 0:44:16 | |
Here. | 0:44:19 | 0:44:20 | |
Argh! | 0:44:25 | 0:44:27 | |
SHE STRAINS | 0:44:27 | 0:44:29 | |
Mm... | 0:44:29 | 0:44:30 | |
You're hurting me. | 0:44:32 | 0:44:33 | |
BOTH STRAIN | 0:44:35 | 0:44:36 | |
No wonder you were lashing out. | 0:44:44 | 0:44:46 | |
You must have been in constant pain. | 0:44:46 | 0:44:48 | |
Well, we'll get you into the chiropodist's, | 0:44:51 | 0:44:53 | |
but Nurse Lee and I will give you the once-over for today. | 0:44:53 | 0:44:58 | |
They shame me. | 0:45:00 | 0:45:02 | |
No...not any more. | 0:45:02 | 0:45:04 | |
# O come O come, Emmanuel | 0:45:07 | 0:45:15 | |
# And ransom captive Israel | 0:45:15 | 0:45:24 | |
# That mourns in lonely exile here | 0:45:24 | 0:45:32 | |
# Until the Son of God appear | 0:45:34 | 0:45:42 | |
# Rejoice! Rejoice! | 0:45:42 | 0:45:47 | |
# Emmanuel | 0:45:47 | 0:45:52 | |
# Shall come to thee, O Israel. # | 0:45:52 | 0:46:01 | |
This placenta's less than 24 hours old. | 0:46:18 | 0:46:21 | |
And there's a piece missing. | 0:46:23 | 0:46:25 | |
What does that mean? | 0:46:25 | 0:46:27 | |
If the mother doesn't get medical help, | 0:46:27 | 0:46:29 | |
she will develop a uterine infection, | 0:46:29 | 0:46:30 | |
leading to high fever and possible septicaemia. | 0:46:30 | 0:46:33 | |
If untreated, it may be fatal. | 0:46:33 | 0:46:35 | |
I see. | 0:46:35 | 0:46:37 | |
We need to find her. | 0:46:37 | 0:46:39 | |
We may not have much time. | 0:46:39 | 0:46:41 | |
I reckon that's squirrel. | 0:46:43 | 0:46:45 | |
And it's not long dead. | 0:46:45 | 0:46:47 | |
-I'll keep it for best. -No, you're to put it on now. | 0:46:47 | 0:46:51 | |
You've a busy day ahead. | 0:46:52 | 0:46:54 | |
Dentist first, then we're going to the doctor's. | 0:46:54 | 0:46:57 | |
Did you hear me, Mrs Jenkins? | 0:47:02 | 0:47:04 | |
I heard the word "dentist". | 0:47:04 | 0:47:05 | |
I'll go in the spring, when it's warmer. | 0:47:05 | 0:47:08 | |
If you can eat without discomfort, your general health will benefit. | 0:47:08 | 0:47:12 | |
My purse won't benefit. | 0:47:12 | 0:47:14 | |
There'll be no charge, Mrs Jenkins. | 0:47:14 | 0:47:16 | |
You're also entitled to free glasses and a walking stick, | 0:47:16 | 0:47:19 | |
should either take your fancy. | 0:47:19 | 0:47:21 | |
And you haven't eaten your meals on wheels. | 0:47:23 | 0:47:26 | |
I was saving it for Rosie. | 0:47:26 | 0:47:28 | |
She'll be hungry when she comes. | 0:47:28 | 0:47:30 | |
-What's that? -It's a lamb chop. | 0:47:32 | 0:47:34 | |
# Walk hand in hand with me | 0:47:34 | 0:47:40 | |
# Through all eternity | 0:47:40 | 0:47:45 | |
# Have faith, believe in me... # | 0:47:45 | 0:47:48 | |
Be good now. | 0:47:48 | 0:47:50 | |
# Give me your hand | 0:47:50 | 0:47:54 | |
# Love is a symphony | 0:47:54 | 0:47:59 | |
# Of perfect harmony | 0:47:59 | 0:48:02 | |
# When lovers such as we | 0:48:04 | 0:48:08 | |
# Walk hand in hand | 0:48:08 | 0:48:12 | |
# Be not afraid | 0:48:12 | 0:48:16 | |
# For I am with you all the while | 0:48:16 | 0:48:21 | |
# So lift your head up high | 0:48:21 | 0:48:25 | |
# And look toward the sky | 0:48:25 | 0:48:31 | |
# Walk hand in hand with me | 0:48:31 | 0:48:37 | |
# This is our destiny | 0:48:37 | 0:48:41 | |
# No greater love could be... # | 0:48:41 | 0:48:45 | |
(Merry Christmas.) | 0:48:45 | 0:48:46 | |
# Walk hand in hand | 0:48:46 | 0:48:49 | |
# Walk with me | 0:48:49 | 0:48:53 | |
# Be not afraid | 0:49:08 | 0:49:13 | |
# For I am with you all the while | 0:49:13 | 0:49:18 | |
# So lift your head up high | 0:49:18 | 0:49:22 | |
# And look up to the sky... # | 0:49:23 | 0:49:26 | |
What are you doing with my paper, madam? | 0:49:27 | 0:49:30 | |
Reading about this. | 0:49:30 | 0:49:31 | |
Someone's been doing something they didn't ought to. | 0:49:33 | 0:49:37 | |
Police have issued an appeal. Quite right too. | 0:49:37 | 0:49:40 | |
Whoever she was, she wants horsewhipping. | 0:49:40 | 0:49:43 | |
Oh, I nearly forgot. | 0:49:45 | 0:49:46 | |
Friday night is sweetie-money night. Always has been, always will be. | 0:49:46 | 0:49:51 | |
Used to be a shilling, Dad. This is half a crown. | 0:49:52 | 0:49:55 | |
That's cos the things you do don't go unnoticed. | 0:49:55 | 0:49:58 | |
You're a good girl, Lyn. | 0:49:58 | 0:50:00 | |
You don't have to look after me, Mrs Jenkins. | 0:50:13 | 0:50:16 | |
I should be looking after you. | 0:50:16 | 0:50:17 | |
Besides, if I sit too close to the fire, I'll get chilblains. | 0:50:17 | 0:50:21 | |
Oh, not the chilblains! | 0:50:21 | 0:50:23 | |
My Rosie got chilblains. | 0:50:26 | 0:50:28 | |
She cried. | 0:50:28 | 0:50:30 | |
One night, the wardress, she let her come to me... | 0:50:31 | 0:50:35 | |
..on account of the others being kept awake. | 0:50:36 | 0:50:39 | |
I wrapped her in my petticoat. | 0:50:40 | 0:50:42 | |
Her bones was like birds' bones. | 0:50:45 | 0:50:47 | |
Was Rosie your daughter, Mrs Jenkins? | 0:50:51 | 0:50:53 | |
All night, she stayed. | 0:50:53 | 0:50:55 | |
And when morning come, she was put back with my others. | 0:50:56 | 0:51:00 | |
There were others? | 0:51:00 | 0:51:02 | |
How many? | 0:51:02 | 0:51:03 | |
Too many. | 0:51:03 | 0:51:05 | |
Did they go into the workhouse with you? | 0:51:06 | 0:51:08 | |
Yes. | 0:51:09 | 0:51:11 | |
They didn't thrive. | 0:51:12 | 0:51:13 | |
What happened to Rosie? | 0:51:19 | 0:51:20 | |
After the night with the chilblains? | 0:51:22 | 0:51:24 | |
I never saw her again. | 0:51:30 | 0:51:32 | |
Never saw none of them. | 0:51:34 | 0:51:36 | |
Never saw them fly. | 0:51:37 | 0:51:39 | |
I just knew they wasn't singing any more. | 0:51:44 | 0:51:47 | |
How could Mrs Jenkins not have been told? | 0:52:00 | 0:52:02 | |
I believe once you walked into one of those appalling places, | 0:52:03 | 0:52:07 | |
you gave up everything you were and every right you ever had. | 0:52:07 | 0:52:09 | |
Even your children? | 0:52:09 | 0:52:11 | |
Especially the children. The kiddies were kept in separate quarters. | 0:52:11 | 0:52:15 | |
BABY CRIES | 0:52:15 | 0:52:17 | |
SHE MURMURS REASSURANCE | 0:52:17 | 0:52:19 | |
Oh, sweet pea. | 0:52:25 | 0:52:27 | |
Social worker's going to come for him on Friday. | 0:52:27 | 0:52:30 | |
Heard Sister Julienne on the telephone. | 0:52:30 | 0:52:33 | |
First he'll be fostered | 0:52:33 | 0:52:35 | |
and then adopted and lost to his mother for ever. | 0:52:35 | 0:52:38 | |
Don't say that! | 0:52:38 | 0:52:40 | |
All the facts will be filed away in some sort of beastly cabinet. | 0:52:40 | 0:52:43 | |
We just have to hope that one day, they go looking for each other. | 0:52:44 | 0:52:48 | |
I'm looking for some information about that baby... | 0:52:55 | 0:52:58 | |
A baby? | 0:52:59 | 0:53:01 | |
Around here? | 0:53:01 | 0:53:02 | |
KNOCKING ON DOOR | 0:53:06 | 0:53:07 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:53:07 | 0:53:09 | |
KNOCKING ON DOOR | 0:53:14 | 0:53:16 | |
TELEPHONE RINGS | 0:53:34 | 0:53:35 | |
Public records office? | 0:53:38 | 0:53:39 | |
-Just upstairs. -Thank you. | 0:53:39 | 0:53:41 | |
All Saints Parish - baptismal roll. | 0:53:58 | 0:54:00 | |
Thank you. | 0:54:00 | 0:54:01 | |
All Saints Parish - deaths. | 0:54:01 | 0:54:04 | |
Poplar workhouse, 1888 to 1934. | 0:54:10 | 0:54:13 | |
'And there it was. | 0:54:14 | 0:54:16 | |
'In neat, indifferent copperplate. | 0:54:16 | 0:54:20 | |
'3rd of April 1906, Jenkins, Mary-Ann. | 0:54:20 | 0:54:24 | |
'Widow. | 0:54:24 | 0:54:26 | |
'Admitted destitute. | 0:54:26 | 0:54:28 | |
'And underneath, the desolate roll call of her only possessions. | 0:54:28 | 0:54:32 | |
'Alice, George, May, Percy - | 0:54:32 | 0:54:36 | |
'aged five, aged three, aged two, aged seven months. | 0:54:36 | 0:54:42 | |
'And Rose. | 0:54:42 | 0:54:44 | |
'There was a Rose. | 0:54:44 | 0:54:46 | |
'Aged eight upon admittance to the children's ward. | 0:54:46 | 0:54:50 | |
'The cause of death was given as "failure to thrive".' | 0:54:50 | 0:54:54 | |
She was in there from 1906 to 1935. | 0:54:56 | 0:55:00 | |
Put to work in the sewing shed. | 0:55:00 | 0:55:03 | |
-Enough to drive anyone doolally. -When the workhouse closed, | 0:55:03 | 0:55:06 | |
she was discharged with the gift of a sewing machine | 0:55:06 | 0:55:08 | |
so that she could earn her own living. | 0:55:08 | 0:55:11 | |
And what do you propose to do, Nurse Lee? | 0:55:11 | 0:55:13 | |
Now you have garnered these unedifying facts. | 0:55:13 | 0:55:17 | |
I don't know, Sister. | 0:55:18 | 0:55:19 | |
Then if I may crave my sisters' indulgence | 0:55:19 | 0:55:22 | |
for a quote from the Apocrypha - | 0:55:22 | 0:55:25 | |
you have been curious in unnecessary matters. | 0:55:25 | 0:55:29 | |
The past remains the past. | 0:55:30 | 0:55:32 | |
The present unamended. | 0:55:32 | 0:55:35 | |
Sister Monica Joan is right. | 0:55:35 | 0:55:37 | |
It's what happens in the here and now that counts. | 0:55:37 | 0:55:40 | |
Will it matter one day where baby Raymond was found, | 0:55:42 | 0:55:45 | |
blue with cold and wrapped in a pillowcase? | 0:55:45 | 0:55:47 | |
No, because that will be his past. And his present | 0:55:47 | 0:55:50 | |
will be safe and filled with love. | 0:55:50 | 0:55:52 | |
Mrs Jenkins' present isn't safe or filled with love. | 0:55:52 | 0:55:56 | |
-Nurse Lee. -Forgive me, Sister, | 0:55:56 | 0:55:58 | |
but her life is completely wretched. | 0:55:58 | 0:56:00 | |
She waits every day for a child. | 0:56:02 | 0:56:05 | |
For children that are never coming home. | 0:56:05 | 0:56:08 | |
Then you should turn your mind to that. | 0:56:08 | 0:56:11 | |
Pass me a mince pie. | 0:56:12 | 0:56:14 | |
Public burial ground, Poplar, | 0:56:26 | 0:56:28 | |
1900 to 1910. | 0:56:28 | 0:56:31 | |
Now, I want Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh | 0:56:48 | 0:56:51 | |
and the three kings to stand at the back of the line | 0:56:51 | 0:56:53 | |
for the parade of the shepherds and the sheep. Come on. | 0:56:53 | 0:56:56 | |
That's it, there we go. | 0:56:56 | 0:56:57 | |
Sorry! | 0:57:00 | 0:57:02 | |
We'll be starting that as soon as Nurse Lee takes her gloves off. | 0:57:02 | 0:57:05 | |
And don't forget to line up nicely down the central aisle. | 0:57:06 | 0:57:09 | |
You'll be walking past the mayor, | 0:57:09 | 0:57:10 | |
and I will not have him knocked by any elbows. | 0:57:10 | 0:57:13 | |
Timothy Turner, where is your tea towel? | 0:57:13 | 0:57:15 | |
-My dad couldn't find one. -Very well. | 0:57:15 | 0:57:17 | |
Now, are you ready, sheep? | 0:57:17 | 0:57:20 | |
ALL: Baa! | 0:57:20 | 0:57:21 | |
Right, now. Angels. | 0:57:21 | 0:57:23 | |
I don't want any angels trying to flap their wings. | 0:57:23 | 0:57:25 | |
Arms outstretched but perfectly still. | 0:57:25 | 0:57:28 | |
That's it. | 0:57:28 | 0:57:30 | |
Lynette, you're drooping a little. | 0:57:30 | 0:57:31 | |
Sorry. | 0:57:31 | 0:57:33 | |
Bravo. Nurse Lee. | 0:57:33 | 0:57:35 | |
CHILDREN GIGGLE AND MUSIC STARTS | 0:57:35 | 0:57:37 | |
CHILDREN BAA | 0:57:37 | 0:57:39 | |
No baaing. Absolutely no baaing | 0:57:39 | 0:57:41 | |
until you get to the manger and see the newborn King. | 0:57:41 | 0:57:44 | |
Gary Schofield! | 0:57:44 | 0:57:45 | |
Any more poking with that crook and I'll demote you to a bullock. | 0:57:45 | 0:57:49 | |
Right. | 0:57:51 | 0:57:52 | |
-BOY: -Lynette! -Lynette! | 0:57:55 | 0:57:56 | |
-BOY: -Is she all right? -Lynette! | 0:57:58 | 0:58:00 | |
-I think she's just fainted. -Shall I call Doctor? | 0:58:00 | 0:58:03 | |
Ambulance. | 0:58:03 | 0:58:04 | |
Sorry. I'm really sorry. | 0:58:11 | 0:58:14 | |
What for? | 0:58:14 | 0:58:15 | |
I haven't told no-one. | 0:58:18 | 0:58:20 | |
Do you think you can tell me? | 0:58:20 | 0:58:22 | |
She wants a clip round the ear hole, not chrysanthemums. | 0:58:44 | 0:58:48 | |
Mrs Duncan. | 0:58:50 | 0:58:51 | |
Margate. | 0:58:51 | 0:58:53 | |
Easter week. | 0:58:55 | 0:58:56 | |
Some lad she met queueing up for the waltzers. | 0:58:58 | 0:59:01 | |
He was staying in the boarding house across the way from us. | 0:59:04 | 0:59:07 | |
Should have kept me eye on her. | 0:59:09 | 0:59:11 | |
But I was three months gone myself, sick as a dog most days. | 0:59:12 | 0:59:16 | |
I should have noticed. | 0:59:20 | 0:59:22 | |
-I should have noticed. -I'm her mother. | 0:59:22 | 0:59:25 | |
If I didn't notice, there's no hope for you, | 0:59:28 | 0:59:30 | |
and if you didn't, there's no hope for anyone. | 0:59:30 | 0:59:32 | |
Mr Duncan. | 0:59:36 | 0:59:38 | |
You know I'm a church warden. | 0:59:48 | 0:59:50 | |
Of course. | 0:59:50 | 0:59:51 | |
And she's a pillar of the Mothers' Union. | 0:59:52 | 0:59:55 | |
Our daughter comes from a respectable home. | 0:59:55 | 0:59:58 | |
Nobody's doubting that, Mr Duncan. | 0:59:59 | 1:00:01 | |
-But baby Raymond... -Who called him that? | 1:00:03 | 1:00:05 | |
We did. It's only temporary. | 1:00:06 | 1:00:09 | |
He's a bonny little thing. | 1:00:12 | 1:00:13 | |
-Quite the bruiser, in fact. -When are the adoption people coming? | 1:00:15 | 1:00:18 | |
Friday. | 1:00:20 | 1:00:21 | |
Lynette's not signing any papers unless we're there. | 1:00:21 | 1:00:24 | |
She ain't well. | 1:00:28 | 1:00:29 | |
No. | 1:00:31 | 1:00:32 | |
What are you bringing me to a church for? | 1:00:50 | 1:00:52 | |
I'm not bringing you to a church, Mrs Jenkins. | 1:00:53 | 1:00:56 | |
I'm bringing you to a churchyard. | 1:00:56 | 1:00:58 | |
I've no objection to a constitutional. | 1:01:00 | 1:01:03 | |
Mrs Jenkins, I don't know if you realise this... | 1:01:07 | 1:01:10 | |
..but we're standing by a public grave. | 1:01:12 | 1:01:15 | |
Was there many put in 'ere? | 1:01:19 | 1:01:21 | |
Yes. | 1:01:23 | 1:01:24 | |
This is where they buried the workhouse inmates. | 1:01:26 | 1:01:29 | |
I had too many. | 1:01:32 | 1:01:34 | |
And they're all here. | 1:01:38 | 1:01:40 | |
Together? | 1:01:50 | 1:01:51 | |
I was able to get plans of the cemetery and the graves, | 1:01:55 | 1:01:59 | |
from the public records. | 1:01:59 | 1:02:02 | |
It's all written down. | 1:02:03 | 1:02:04 | |
Percy and May are lying next to each other, just over there. | 1:02:08 | 1:02:14 | |
Alice is to the right. | 1:02:20 | 1:02:21 | |
I think, in the summer, that tree must cast some shade there. | 1:02:26 | 1:02:30 | |
And George is by the cross. | 1:02:33 | 1:02:35 | |
And Rosie? | 1:02:46 | 1:02:48 | |
She's right here, Mrs Jenkins. | 1:02:52 | 1:02:54 | |
Almost underneath your feet. | 1:02:56 | 1:02:58 | |
Will you help me to kneel down? | 1:03:09 | 1:03:11 | |
Of course. | 1:03:12 | 1:03:13 | |
I'd have liked her in with me. | 1:03:41 | 1:03:43 | |
To warm her feet. | 1:03:45 | 1:03:46 | |
But I can see she's tucked up safe. | 1:03:52 | 1:03:55 | |
BABY GURGLES | 1:04:15 | 1:04:18 | |
If Lynette signs the papers... | 1:04:18 | 1:04:19 | |
..little baby Raymond will just be whisked away. | 1:04:21 | 1:04:23 | |
Camilla, it's the family's decision and none of our business. | 1:04:23 | 1:04:28 | |
It's Lynette's decision. | 1:04:28 | 1:04:29 | |
Or it ought to be. | 1:04:30 | 1:04:31 | |
I grew up with Pa and Mater on a separate continent, | 1:04:34 | 1:04:37 | |
brothers at Winchester, which was miles away, | 1:04:37 | 1:04:40 | |
but one always had an address. | 1:04:40 | 1:04:42 | |
We were given stamps at the beginning of every term. | 1:04:42 | 1:04:46 | |
But poor little Raymond won't even have that. | 1:04:48 | 1:04:52 | |
You've got your all-in look about you now. | 1:04:52 | 1:04:54 | |
-Are you sure you can't come home? -Peter, I'm on call. | 1:04:56 | 1:05:00 | |
I'll be quite all right once I've had my Horlicks. | 1:05:00 | 1:05:04 | |
Besides, I rather enjoy the odd night in my old quarters. | 1:05:04 | 1:05:07 | |
Young Raymond's rooming in with Cynthia, | 1:05:10 | 1:05:12 | |
and I'll have an entire crepe-paper menagerie to keep me company. | 1:05:12 | 1:05:15 | |
I shan't have any problem counting sheep. | 1:05:16 | 1:05:19 | |
Someone trying to keep you out? | 1:05:31 | 1:05:32 | |
Possibly. Or been locked in. | 1:05:32 | 1:05:35 | |
WATER GUSHES | 1:05:35 | 1:05:37 | |
Oh, my giddy aunt! | 1:05:39 | 1:05:41 | |
-No! -Pipe must have burst. | 1:05:41 | 1:05:43 | |
The costumes! Everything's utterly ruined. | 1:05:43 | 1:05:47 | |
It wouldn't happen in bally Bethlehem. | 1:05:50 | 1:05:53 | |
Morning. | 1:05:57 | 1:05:58 | |
DOORBELL RINGS | 1:06:05 | 1:06:07 | |
I could die of shame. | 1:06:07 | 1:06:08 | |
Come in. | 1:06:14 | 1:06:16 | |
The social worker's waiting with Sister Julienne in the dining room, | 1:06:18 | 1:06:21 | |
so you won't be disturbed. | 1:06:21 | 1:06:23 | |
BABY GURGLES | 1:06:30 | 1:06:32 | |
He isn't sleeping. | 1:06:38 | 1:06:39 | |
You can pick him up, Lynette. | 1:06:46 | 1:06:48 | |
I'm scared to. | 1:06:50 | 1:06:51 | |
Why? | 1:06:53 | 1:06:54 | |
Because they'll make me put him down again, and I've done that once. | 1:06:56 | 1:07:00 | |
This is cruel. | 1:07:00 | 1:07:01 | |
She's not old enough to be a mother. | 1:07:04 | 1:07:06 | |
She's not mature enough to be a mother. | 1:07:08 | 1:07:10 | |
It's flying in the face of everything God ever wrote. | 1:07:13 | 1:07:16 | |
It's making milk come out of me. | 1:07:16 | 1:07:19 | |
I have no quarrel with our Lord in the general way, Mrs Duncan, | 1:07:23 | 1:07:26 | |
but I think you'll find Mother Nature wrote these rules. | 1:07:26 | 1:07:30 | |
Pick him up. | 1:07:32 | 1:07:33 | |
Come on, Ivy. | 1:07:35 | 1:07:37 | |
You're a mother too. | 1:07:37 | 1:07:38 | |
I'm sorry. | 1:08:19 | 1:08:20 | |
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. | 1:08:22 | 1:08:24 | |
SHE SOBS | 1:08:24 | 1:08:26 | |
It's a bit late for that now. | 1:08:32 | 1:08:34 | |
She ain't saying it to us, love. | 1:08:38 | 1:08:40 | |
She's saying it to him. | 1:08:41 | 1:08:42 | |
(Thank you.) | 1:09:16 | 1:09:17 | |
'Like all of the things in life that are truly meaningful, | 1:09:18 | 1:09:21 | |
'Christmas is never about perfection. | 1:09:21 | 1:09:25 | |
'In Bethlehem, 2,000 years ago, accommodation was makeshift, | 1:09:25 | 1:09:30 | |
'the Wise Men followed somewhat confused directions, | 1:09:30 | 1:09:34 | |
'and the shepherds gave the nearest gifts that came to hand. | 1:09:34 | 1:09:38 | |
'That year in Poplar, things were similarly compromised.' | 1:09:38 | 1:09:42 | |
-DOORBELL RINGS -'But hope prevailed, | 1:09:42 | 1:09:45 | |
'and help came from unexpected sources.' | 1:09:45 | 1:09:48 | |
Just the person we wanted to see! | 1:09:48 | 1:09:50 | |
Reinforcements! How perfectly wizard! | 1:10:00 | 1:10:02 | |
'Baby Raymond was not lost, nor was his mother. | 1:10:20 | 1:10:24 | |
'Their family made the best of it | 1:10:24 | 1:10:27 | |
'and gave their thanks in kind.' | 1:10:27 | 1:10:29 | |
All right? | 1:10:30 | 1:10:31 | |
There you go. | 1:10:33 | 1:10:34 | |
All right, fella? | 1:10:34 | 1:10:35 | |
Got it? | 1:10:35 | 1:10:37 | |
Hello, dear. | 1:10:42 | 1:10:43 | |
Morning. | 1:10:43 | 1:10:45 | |
(Hi, Dad.) | 1:10:45 | 1:10:46 | |
HUBBUB | 1:10:50 | 1:10:52 | |
Anyone who does not line up nicely now | 1:10:52 | 1:10:55 | |
will not get their Entertainer badge! | 1:10:55 | 1:10:57 | |
CHILDREN QUIETEN DOWN | 1:10:59 | 1:11:01 | |
Thank you. | 1:11:02 | 1:11:03 | |
-Baaa! -Shh! | 1:11:03 | 1:11:05 | |
Please. | 1:11:05 | 1:11:07 | |
Right. | 1:11:08 | 1:11:09 | |
MUSIC BEGINS | 1:11:12 | 1:11:15 | |
# O holy night | 1:11:16 | 1:11:20 | |
# O holy night | 1:11:20 | 1:11:24 | |
# Mmm... | 1:11:24 | 1:11:27 | |
# O holy night | 1:11:27 | 1:11:32 | |
# The stars are brightly shining | 1:11:32 | 1:11:36 | |
# It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth | 1:11:36 | 1:11:44 | |
# Long lay the world | 1:11:44 | 1:11:47 | |
# In sin and error pining | 1:11:47 | 1:11:53 | |
# Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth | 1:11:53 | 1:12:01 | |
# A thrill of hope | 1:12:02 | 1:12:06 | |
# The weary world rejoices | 1:12:06 | 1:12:11 | |
# For yonder breaks | 1:12:11 | 1:12:14 | |
# A new and glorious morn | 1:12:14 | 1:12:20 | |
# Fall on your knees... # | 1:12:20 | 1:12:24 | |
Many years ago in a town named Nazareth, | 1:12:24 | 1:12:26 | |
there lived a beautiful young lady called Mary. | 1:12:26 | 1:12:29 | |
God has chosen you to be the mother of a very special child. | 1:12:29 | 1:12:33 | |
You will have a baby, and his name will be Jesus. | 1:12:33 | 1:12:37 | |
How can that be? I have no husband. | 1:12:37 | 1:12:39 | |
It is a miracle from the Holy Spirit, | 1:12:39 | 1:12:42 | |
and the child will be a Son of God. | 1:12:42 | 1:12:44 | |
'It was a Christmas as unique as any other, | 1:12:45 | 1:12:49 | |
'for every year, the mystery unfolds itself anew. | 1:12:49 | 1:12:54 | |
'In later life, I came to see that faith, like hope, | 1:12:54 | 1:12:58 | |
'is a rope and anchor in a shifting world. | 1:12:58 | 1:13:01 | |
'Faith cannot be questioned, only lived. | 1:13:01 | 1:13:06 | |
'And if I could not grasp it then, I felt its heartbeat, | 1:13:06 | 1:13:11 | |
'which was love.' | 1:13:11 | 1:13:12 | |
# ..Divine... | 1:13:12 | 1:13:19 | |
# O night divine | 1:13:21 | 1:13:29 | |
# O night | 1:13:29 | 1:13:34 | |
# O night divine... # | 1:13:34 | 1:13:46 |