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-MATURE JENNY: -'The River Thames | 0:00:30 | 0:00:32 | |
'pulsed through the heart of the East End like its blood, | 0:00:32 | 0:00:35 | |
'sustaining its people | 0:00:35 | 0:00:37 | |
'and taking with it much they had thrown away or lost. | 0:00:37 | 0:00:40 | |
'For some, it marked beginning of a journey. | 0:00:43 | 0:00:45 | |
'For others, it became a channel of return, | 0:00:45 | 0:00:48 | |
'bringing back the missing and the loved, | 0:00:48 | 0:00:52 | |
'the forgotten, and the longed for. | 0:00:52 | 0:00:56 | |
'It was often an escape route and sometimes the road home.' | 0:00:57 | 0:01:03 | |
Oi, you've got enough there to feed an army, Mrs Lacey! | 0:01:04 | 0:01:06 | |
That's right, see you Thursday. | 0:01:06 | 0:01:09 | |
MAN: What d'you say? | 0:01:09 | 0:01:10 | |
I think you've got yourself a deal, my son! | 0:01:10 | 0:01:13 | |
Good. Enjoy it. | 0:01:13 | 0:01:15 | |
I will. | 0:01:15 | 0:01:16 | |
-It's all yours. -Lovely. | 0:01:16 | 0:01:18 | |
Arthur, look at that. What d'you reckon, hey? | 0:01:21 | 0:01:24 | |
Speedy Gonzalez here, look! | 0:01:24 | 0:01:27 | |
I'm wondering what to do about my room. | 0:01:34 | 0:01:36 | |
Fresh flowers and new curtains? | 0:01:36 | 0:01:38 | |
I mean with Nurse Noakes and her husband coming to stay. | 0:01:38 | 0:01:41 | |
It's only right Chummy should have her old room back. | 0:01:41 | 0:01:44 | |
Chummy wouldn't dream of it. That's your room now. | 0:01:44 | 0:01:48 | |
I think Fred's clearing out another room, anyway. | 0:01:48 | 0:01:50 | |
And they might be with us for a while before they're rehoused. | 0:01:50 | 0:01:53 | |
Their whole block was condemned. | 0:01:53 | 0:01:55 | |
Jane? | 0:01:58 | 0:01:59 | |
What is it? | 0:02:00 | 0:02:01 | |
I suppose I was here to fill a gap, really, and, well, | 0:02:01 | 0:02:05 | |
that gap was Nurse Noakes. | 0:02:05 | 0:02:07 | |
So, I'm wondering what I do now there won't be a gap. | 0:02:07 | 0:02:11 | |
Jane, you're part of Nonnatus. In your own right, | 0:02:11 | 0:02:14 | |
not filling a gap. | 0:02:14 | 0:02:16 | |
Quite impossible, anyway, as you'll see when she arrives next week. | 0:02:16 | 0:02:20 | |
Though to be quite blunt, her grasp of timing is a little loose. | 0:02:20 | 0:02:24 | |
And we pray for the continued recovery of Sister Bernadette. | 0:02:32 | 0:02:37 | |
-May the Lord keep her safe. Amen. -Amen. -Amen. | 0:02:37 | 0:02:41 | |
Come on, push. Good boys. | 0:02:55 | 0:02:58 | |
Up we go. | 0:03:01 | 0:03:03 | |
Ladies, your carriage awaits. | 0:03:07 | 0:03:13 | |
Courtesy of our successful fete | 0:03:13 | 0:03:14 | |
and the generous contribution from the Mother House. | 0:03:14 | 0:03:16 | |
A Bumblebee for a staff vehicle. | 0:03:16 | 0:03:18 | |
I've had my eye on a weekend in Southend for months. | 0:03:18 | 0:03:21 | |
I don't believe we cover Southend. | 0:03:21 | 0:03:23 | |
The new addition is for the carrying of gas and air. | 0:03:23 | 0:03:26 | |
And we may also appreciate the lack of pedalling in the years to come. | 0:03:26 | 0:03:30 | |
Speak for yourself. In your own time, Nurse Miller. | 0:03:30 | 0:03:33 | |
-Chocks away then! -No, no, no, no. | 0:03:33 | 0:03:35 | |
This machine is to be treated with the greatest respect. | 0:03:35 | 0:03:38 | |
Set off on this unprepared | 0:03:38 | 0:03:40 | |
and unschooled in its mechanical workings - disaster. | 0:03:40 | 0:03:44 | |
Thank you. | 0:03:44 | 0:03:45 | |
HORN TOOTS | 0:03:45 | 0:03:46 | |
Don't do that. | 0:03:46 | 0:03:48 | |
PHONE RINGS | 0:03:48 | 0:03:51 | |
Nonnatus House. | 0:04:02 | 0:04:04 | |
'It's my Rose. She's having it. She's having it now.' | 0:04:04 | 0:04:07 | |
A flower was offered to me, | 0:04:07 | 0:04:11 | |
such a flower as May never more. | 0:04:11 | 0:04:14 | |
But I said, "I have a pretty rose tree." | 0:04:14 | 0:04:17 | |
And I passed the sweet flower o'er. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:20 | |
'What the hell?' SHE GIGGLES | 0:04:21 | 0:04:23 | |
Dear fellow, do not take fright at poetry. | 0:04:23 | 0:04:27 | |
Let us start with a name and address. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:31 | |
'My wife. Mrs Laidlaw. | 0:04:31 | 0:04:33 | |
'We're at ten Dublin Lane off Pollard Road. | 0:04:33 | 0:04:36 | |
'That's ten...' | 0:04:36 | 0:04:37 | |
Sister Monica Joan, was that the telephone I just heard? | 0:04:40 | 0:04:44 | |
Child, how can I possibly interpret the working of your ears? | 0:04:44 | 0:04:48 | |
Mrs Laidlaw. Ten Dublin Lane. Right on time. | 0:04:49 | 0:04:53 | |
I have to say, your note-taking is quite exceptional. | 0:04:53 | 0:04:57 | |
Do remember, the telephone should only be answered | 0:04:57 | 0:05:00 | |
by midwives on call. It may confuse matters otherwise. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:03 | |
If matters are so easily confused... | 0:05:04 | 0:05:07 | |
I could murder a bit of steak and kidney. | 0:05:28 | 0:05:31 | |
Mr John Lacey among you? | 0:05:32 | 0:05:34 | |
Bring me a beer. Useless wretch! | 0:05:34 | 0:05:36 | |
That's the gentleman. | 0:05:36 | 0:05:37 | |
-"Gentleman", you say? -Out the back. | 0:05:37 | 0:05:39 | |
But John, the sister's coming. | 0:05:42 | 0:05:43 | |
What bloody sister? | 0:05:43 | 0:05:45 | |
Who the hell are you? | 0:05:47 | 0:05:49 | |
The bloody sister! | 0:05:49 | 0:05:50 | |
The doctor ain't got the guts to tell me, eh? | 0:05:51 | 0:05:53 | |
Sends you? Go on then, say it. | 0:05:53 | 0:05:57 | |
I'm dying, ain't I? | 0:05:57 | 0:05:58 | |
You've got diabetes, I'm here to test your pee. | 0:05:58 | 0:06:01 | |
Lame or on the game - | 0:06:02 | 0:06:03 | |
only ones who should still be in bed this time of day. | 0:06:03 | 0:06:05 | |
But I'm on the way out. | 0:06:05 | 0:06:07 | |
You are no nearer dying than I am. | 0:06:07 | 0:06:09 | |
Now, I want you to take this, and fill it up. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:11 | |
For pity's sake, don't let that blanket slip. | 0:06:12 | 0:06:15 | |
Oh! Pick it up. Come on, woman! | 0:06:18 | 0:06:21 | |
-Sylvie Bailey, I have told you to lay off my fags. -Ow! | 0:06:25 | 0:06:30 | |
Now sit down. | 0:06:30 | 0:06:31 | |
They say girls are easier, but you try me | 0:06:37 | 0:06:39 | |
more than your brothers ever did. | 0:06:39 | 0:06:41 | |
That coloured woman bothering you again, Sylvie? | 0:06:52 | 0:06:55 | |
Mrs Monique Hyde? | 0:06:58 | 0:07:00 | |
If you would go through, please. | 0:07:10 | 0:07:12 | |
Very high sugar levels, Sister. 1.5%. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:27 | |
No more pies. And no more beer. | 0:07:27 | 0:07:30 | |
You've been told to give up pastry, sugar and potatoes, | 0:07:30 | 0:07:32 | |
but you ignored it. Now look where we are! | 0:07:32 | 0:07:35 | |
Sky high sugar and injections. | 0:07:35 | 0:07:37 | |
-Injections? -Insulin. Twice a day. | 0:07:37 | 0:07:40 | |
No, no, no, no. You don't take old John down that way. | 0:07:40 | 0:07:42 | |
I'll fight anyone who tries. You tell 'er! | 0:07:42 | 0:07:45 | |
He won't take the needle, Sister. Hates 'em. | 0:07:45 | 0:07:47 | |
HE SHRIEKS | 0:07:52 | 0:07:53 | |
You can expect Nurse Miller every day, twice a day. | 0:07:56 | 0:07:59 | |
I'd like to give your husband a good talking to. | 0:08:05 | 0:08:08 | |
Moving house would be bad enough, | 0:08:08 | 0:08:10 | |
moving the other side of the world when you're 35 weeks pregnant! | 0:08:10 | 0:08:14 | |
The world seems much smaller when you've been in the Air Force. | 0:08:14 | 0:08:18 | |
He flew in the war? | 0:08:18 | 0:08:19 | |
And longed to get back to the mother country ever since. | 0:08:20 | 0:08:24 | |
Made me believe Vera Lynn would meet me at Dover. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:26 | |
I must have just missed her. | 0:08:28 | 0:08:29 | |
If it's any consolation, the Pearly Kings and Queens | 0:08:29 | 0:08:32 | |
didn't meet me in Poplar either. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:34 | |
Is your husband still in the airforce? | 0:08:35 | 0:08:37 | |
They wouldn't take him back after the war. | 0:08:37 | 0:08:40 | |
They said his eyesight was not good enough. | 0:08:40 | 0:08:43 | |
Though my Harold says it's no different. | 0:08:43 | 0:08:46 | |
He's got a position at the docks. | 0:08:48 | 0:08:50 | |
They're not easy to come by. | 0:08:50 | 0:08:52 | |
We're very lucky. | 0:08:54 | 0:08:55 | |
For a home delivery we shall want to see you at home, | 0:08:57 | 0:08:59 | |
make sure everything's as it should be for baby. | 0:08:59 | 0:09:02 | |
You're very kind, but I shall come to you when my time comes. | 0:09:02 | 0:09:06 | |
I'd like to see you try. It's our standard procedure. | 0:09:06 | 0:09:08 | |
< Sylvie Bailey, SIT DOWN. Sit down before I wallop ya! | 0:09:08 | 0:09:13 | |
One thing about my neighbour... | 0:09:13 | 0:09:16 | |
..we always know exactly how she feels, about everything. | 0:09:17 | 0:09:21 | |
Oh, yes, of course, Mrs Bailey lives next door to you. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:24 | |
Rumour has it she has a heart of gold. | 0:09:26 | 0:09:28 | |
Though we'll probably need a postmortem to prove it. | 0:09:28 | 0:09:31 | |
When are we going to get to take her for a spin? | 0:09:39 | 0:09:42 | |
It's not a toy. In the wrong hands, it's a weapon. | 0:09:42 | 0:09:45 | |
My hairdryer has more power. | 0:09:45 | 0:09:47 | |
And if they were that dangerous they wouldn't let the Italians ride them. | 0:09:47 | 0:09:51 | |
Oi, don't knock the Italians - they gave us Sophia Loren. | 0:09:51 | 0:09:53 | |
Hello, international nun of mystery. | 0:10:11 | 0:10:15 | |
I've figured it out - you're on the run. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:18 | |
You did a number in Geneva, escaped with the proceeds, | 0:10:18 | 0:10:21 | |
the habit's a disguise, TB - pure cover story. Jane Bond. | 0:10:21 | 0:10:25 | |
Or you have absolutely no curiosity, | 0:10:26 | 0:10:28 | |
and that's why you never open your mail. | 0:10:28 | 0:10:30 | |
Oh, and if you happen to be praying today, | 0:10:36 | 0:10:39 | |
be a brick and say one for me. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:40 | |
I put a lethal amount of gin away at the weekend | 0:10:40 | 0:10:43 | |
and behaved badly with a man I feel utterly immoral about. | 0:10:43 | 0:10:46 | |
There are souls in want of saving quicker than your own, Nurse Peters. | 0:10:46 | 0:10:50 | |
Take it from me. | 0:10:50 | 0:10:52 | |
Swap you my demonstration of nappies for one of those? | 0:11:01 | 0:11:05 | |
Oh, no dice, I'm afraid. | 0:11:05 | 0:11:07 | |
Sister Bernadette used to do this in seconds. Takes me forever. | 0:11:07 | 0:11:11 | |
Any news of Sister Bernadette? | 0:11:11 | 0:11:14 | |
Food's plentiful, conversation fair to middling, health much the same. | 0:11:14 | 0:11:18 | |
She may not be Jane Austen quite yet but her letters are regular... | 0:11:18 | 0:11:21 | |
though lacking in gossip of any kind. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:24 | |
Hopefully I'll get the low-down when I visit her tomorrow. | 0:11:24 | 0:11:28 | |
Well, that's all ticketyboo and marvellous. | 0:11:28 | 0:11:30 | |
Oh, do give her my regards. | 0:11:32 | 0:11:33 | |
CUTLERY CLATTERS | 0:11:33 | 0:11:35 | |
"Ticketyboo"? | 0:11:40 | 0:11:42 | |
Mrs Lacey, tell me that's not a pie for your husband? | 0:11:45 | 0:11:48 | |
It's hard not to do as he wants. | 0:11:48 | 0:11:50 | |
He's ill. | 0:11:50 | 0:11:51 | |
Controlling his diet is a very large part of managing his condition. | 0:11:51 | 0:11:55 | |
Sorry, Miss. Sorry. | 0:11:55 | 0:11:57 | |
JOHN SHOUTS ANGRILY | 0:11:57 | 0:12:00 | |
Doing what he wants isn't the same as doing what's best. | 0:12:00 | 0:12:03 | |
You being stronger - it will help him, Mrs Lacey. | 0:12:03 | 0:12:07 | |
Do you understand? | 0:12:07 | 0:12:08 | |
-JOHN: -Come on, woman! | 0:12:08 | 0:12:09 | |
Where have you put my paper?! | 0:12:11 | 0:12:13 | |
Then it's out the way... where it can't do no harm. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:19 | |
-You take it when you go. -Thank you. | 0:12:21 | 0:12:23 | |
Mmmmm... it's delicious. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
And thoroughly unforgiving on the hips. | 0:12:36 | 0:12:38 | |
Poor Mrs Lacey. She puts all her love into the pies - | 0:12:38 | 0:12:41 | |
her husband certainly doesn't want it. | 0:12:41 | 0:12:43 | |
He sounds like a beast. | 0:12:43 | 0:12:45 | |
Thank God you're looking after him, Cynthia. | 0:12:45 | 0:12:47 | |
I think I'd feed him pies to help him pop his clogs. | 0:12:47 | 0:12:50 | |
Like all bullies though, the minute you say boo to him he'll crumble. | 0:12:50 | 0:12:53 | |
I just wish I could help Mrs Lacey to say boo. | 0:12:53 | 0:12:56 | |
-Boo. -Boo! | 0:12:56 | 0:12:58 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:12:58 | 0:12:59 | |
There, see? We'll give her lessons. No man will ever bully us. | 0:12:59 | 0:13:04 | |
HE MIMICS MOTORBIKE REVVING | 0:13:09 | 0:13:11 | |
What on earth are you doing? | 0:13:13 | 0:13:15 | |
Er, I've just, er... | 0:13:15 | 0:13:17 | |
..fitted the rack for the gas and air, and I had to check the tyres | 0:13:18 | 0:13:21 | |
and the suspension. | 0:13:21 | 0:13:23 | |
These things are a death trap really if they're not maintained properly. | 0:13:23 | 0:13:26 | |
Well, if the Blitz and the Great Smog didn't polish us off | 0:13:26 | 0:13:28 | |
I think we might survive it. | 0:13:28 | 0:13:30 | |
Oh, sorry, sorry, Nurse. Just trying to keep the place sanitary. | 0:14:05 | 0:14:09 | |
Good day, Mrs Bailey. | 0:14:09 | 0:14:11 | |
Every time a boat comes in there's another one. | 0:14:17 | 0:14:19 | |
Six coloureds in there now. | 0:14:19 | 0:14:21 | |
Oh, Miss, it's you. | 0:14:28 | 0:14:30 | |
May I come in, Mrs Hyde? | 0:14:30 | 0:14:32 | |
We like to make sure everything's in order for a home delivery | 0:14:32 | 0:14:35 | |
and I was just passing. | 0:14:35 | 0:14:37 | |
It'll only take a moment. | 0:14:37 | 0:14:39 | |
-I can't eat this slop. -SMASHING | 0:14:44 | 0:14:46 | |
-John, please! -Come here, you hag of a woman! | 0:14:46 | 0:14:48 | |
-You stop this instant. -Out of my way. -Make me! | 0:14:48 | 0:14:50 | |
Please, Miss, don't worry yourself. | 0:14:50 | 0:14:52 | |
You are having "slop" to keep you alive. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:55 | |
You are having "slop" on my instructions, | 0:14:55 | 0:14:57 | |
so if you want to bully someone, bully me. | 0:14:57 | 0:15:00 | |
A man can't live on baby food. | 0:15:00 | 0:15:02 | |
He can if he behaves like one. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:04 | |
Now, I suggest you go and do something useful | 0:15:07 | 0:15:09 | |
and provide me with a urine sample. | 0:15:09 | 0:15:12 | |
You shouldn't have to put up with this. | 0:15:27 | 0:15:29 | |
I'd better get this up before someone hurts themselves. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:32 | |
Mrs Hyde, I'm afraid I have to ask for our notes - | 0:16:00 | 0:16:02 | |
where do you and your husband sleep? | 0:16:02 | 0:16:04 | |
My Harold's cousin and his wife gave up their own room for us. | 0:16:04 | 0:16:08 | |
But there are six of you here? | 0:16:09 | 0:16:11 | |
Mrs Bailey likes to talk. Jacob has two brothers... we're quiet people. | 0:16:13 | 0:16:19 | |
We get along with it. | 0:16:19 | 0:16:21 | |
Thank you. | 0:16:21 | 0:16:22 | |
We intend to take rooms of our own. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:25 | |
It's just not that easy to find them that will rent to us. | 0:16:25 | 0:16:28 | |
The colour bar, Miss. | 0:16:30 | 0:16:32 | |
Oh. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:33 | |
My mother has this china. | 0:16:37 | 0:16:39 | |
Mine too. I brought it with me... | 0:16:40 | 0:16:42 | |
..to remind me of her. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:46 | |
You must miss her. | 0:16:46 | 0:16:48 | |
Like the sunshine. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:52 | |
And the flowers she used to bring me from her garden... | 0:16:54 | 0:16:57 | |
..her "English Garden" is what she called it. | 0:16:58 | 0:17:00 | |
I used to think everyone in England drank tea | 0:17:02 | 0:17:04 | |
and grew beautiful flowers in their gardens. | 0:17:04 | 0:17:07 | |
You shouldn't be doing all this on your own. | 0:17:16 | 0:17:18 | |
S'all right. I'm strong enough. | 0:17:18 | 0:17:20 | |
He shouldn't treat you the way he does. | 0:17:27 | 0:17:30 | |
No treatment's worse than dragging yourself through the streets, | 0:17:34 | 0:17:37 | |
nowhere to rest your head, nowhere to rest the baby. | 0:17:37 | 0:17:42 | |
You were homeless? | 0:17:42 | 0:17:44 | |
Long time ago, Miss. Don't pay it no mind. | 0:17:44 | 0:17:48 | |
It showed me what I could and couldn't stand. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:50 | |
I raised my son, my Bob, safe and well. | 0:17:52 | 0:17:56 | |
And now that he's grown I don't need to worry about nothing. | 0:17:56 | 0:17:59 | |
Thank you. | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
-JOHN: -Woman! | 0:18:12 | 0:18:14 | |
He's a bully. | 0:18:18 | 0:18:20 | |
He makes his poor wife's life a misery and she puts up with it | 0:18:20 | 0:18:23 | |
because she's so pitifully grateful for a roof over her head. | 0:18:23 | 0:18:26 | |
A week of living on the streets, | 0:18:26 | 0:18:28 | |
you'd be surprised what you'd put up with. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:30 | |
If a wolf had offered her shelter, she'd have thanked him | 0:18:30 | 0:18:32 | |
-for all eternity. -She's not on the streets any more - | 0:18:32 | 0:18:35 | |
she could stand up to him. | 0:18:35 | 0:18:37 | |
Ain't you been here long enough yet? | 0:18:38 | 0:18:40 | |
We don't have Hollywood endings here, Nurse Miller. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:43 | |
We just do our jobs. | 0:18:43 | 0:18:44 | |
I have to say, the tuberculosis doctors are extremely | 0:18:56 | 0:18:59 | |
pleasing on the eye. | 0:18:59 | 0:19:00 | |
And extremely well-qualified and good at their jobs. | 0:19:00 | 0:19:03 | |
What a bonus! | 0:19:03 | 0:19:04 | |
Oh, I've been dying to know what's inside. | 0:19:04 | 0:19:08 | |
Young Timothy Turner insisted I gave it to you personally. | 0:19:08 | 0:19:11 | |
Oh, and Mrs B hopes you enjoy the cake. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:13 | |
A dead butterfly. Peculiar boy. | 0:19:18 | 0:19:21 | |
Pieris brassicae. He wants me to ask the doctors for a diagnosis. | 0:19:21 | 0:19:26 | |
Apparently, it's not his father's area. | 0:19:28 | 0:19:30 | |
I'd say the pin sticking through it didn't help. | 0:19:30 | 0:19:33 | |
He found him dead on the windowsill. | 0:19:33 | 0:19:35 | |
Besides, an enquiring mind is always to be admired. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:40 | |
How is... How is everyone? | 0:19:45 | 0:19:47 | |
We're all perfectly fine. | 0:19:47 | 0:19:49 | |
But frankly we've had enough of this sanitorium business. | 0:19:49 | 0:19:52 | |
We'd like you to come home. | 0:19:52 | 0:19:53 | |
With Chummy coming back it will be just like old times again. | 0:19:53 | 0:19:56 | |
He's coming home. He's coming home! | 0:20:03 | 0:20:05 | |
My Bob. Home from America! With his fi-an-ce. | 0:20:07 | 0:20:12 | |
He has a fi-an-ce! | 0:20:12 | 0:20:14 | |
Oh, Mrs Lacey, how wonderful. When will he be here? | 0:20:14 | 0:20:19 | |
Why, any day. And he shall stay three weeks. | 0:20:19 | 0:20:23 | |
Ooh, and look, look at this. He sent it me. | 0:20:23 | 0:20:27 | |
Says I must have my own transistor radio. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:31 | |
Says there's a programme I can listen to every week about America. | 0:20:32 | 0:20:35 | |
Oh, yes, Letter From America. Sister Monica Joan adores it. | 0:20:35 | 0:20:39 | |
-Says I must listen to it and think of him. -Ahh. | 0:20:39 | 0:20:42 | |
I can carry it around everywhere. | 0:20:42 | 0:20:44 | |
Don't weigh more than a bag of sugar. | 0:20:44 | 0:20:46 | |
Ain't got a clue how to switch it on but that don't matter. | 0:20:46 | 0:20:48 | |
You must... you'll love it. | 0:20:48 | 0:20:51 | |
Here, I'll show you how it works. | 0:20:51 | 0:20:53 | |
RADIO CRACKLES | 0:20:55 | 0:20:56 | |
MUSIC: "Volare" by Dean Martin | 0:20:56 | 0:20:59 | |
# Oh, oh-oh | 0:20:59 | 0:21:01 | |
# Cantare | 0:21:03 | 0:21:06 | |
# Oh-oh oh-oh | 0:21:07 | 0:21:09 | |
# Let's fly way up to the clouds | 0:21:11 | 0:21:14 | |
# Away from the maddening crowds... # | 0:21:16 | 0:21:19 | |
He's coming home. He's coming home! | 0:21:20 | 0:21:23 | |
Then let's make sure we're as well as we can be for him, shall we? | 0:21:23 | 0:21:27 | |
I shall need a new razor. | 0:21:27 | 0:21:29 | |
And some of that stuff that smells nice - pomade, that's it. | 0:21:29 | 0:21:33 | |
And my good suit. Should still fit. | 0:21:33 | 0:21:35 | |
Tell her, would you, my old lady? Tell her what I need. | 0:21:35 | 0:21:39 | |
I won't tell her anything, Mr Lacey. | 0:21:39 | 0:21:42 | |
I suggest you ask her yourself, nicely. | 0:21:42 | 0:21:44 | |
# Cantare | 0:21:47 | 0:21:51 | |
# Oh-oh oh-oh | 0:21:52 | 0:21:54 | |
# No wonder my happy heart sings | 0:21:56 | 0:21:59 | |
# Your love has given me wings | 0:21:59 | 0:22:02 | |
# Penso che un sogno cosi non ritorni mai piu | 0:22:04 | 0:22:09 | |
# Mi dipinge con le mani e la faccia di blu | 0:22:11 | 0:22:15 | |
# Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito | 0:22:18 | 0:22:23 | |
# E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito | 0:22:25 | 0:22:33 | |
# Volare... # | 0:22:35 | 0:22:37 | |
And... mirror, signal. | 0:22:43 | 0:22:46 | |
ALL: Mirror, signal. | 0:22:46 | 0:22:48 | |
Oh, I'm so sorry! | 0:22:48 | 0:22:51 | |
Imagine the chairs | 0:22:51 | 0:22:52 | |
are cars, pedestrians, or other road users. | 0:22:52 | 0:22:56 | |
When do we actually get to go on the scooter, Fred? | 0:22:56 | 0:23:00 | |
When you are proficient and no longer a danger to other road users. | 0:23:00 | 0:23:04 | |
Nurse Franklin, mind the chair. | 0:23:04 | 0:23:06 | |
I've got a run in my stockings. Counts as an emergency stop. | 0:23:06 | 0:23:10 | |
Sister Monica Joan? You'll catch a chill. | 0:23:28 | 0:23:30 | |
Child, were it not for the flowers you carry which imbue you | 0:23:33 | 0:23:37 | |
with an air of innocence, I would curse you where you stand. | 0:23:37 | 0:23:41 | |
Can you not see the task I am undertaking? | 0:23:42 | 0:23:45 | |
Buried beneath us lie the keys. | 0:23:47 | 0:23:49 | |
If I have the keys, I can get out. | 0:23:51 | 0:23:53 | |
You can come with me. | 0:24:02 | 0:24:04 | |
I like it here. You like it here. | 0:24:11 | 0:24:15 | |
He'll be here any minute. | 0:24:38 | 0:24:40 | |
I wanted to be at my best. | 0:24:40 | 0:24:41 | |
It's too bright, ain't it? | 0:24:45 | 0:24:47 | |
You could wear Billy Smart's tent | 0:24:47 | 0:24:50 | |
and Bob would think you look wonderful. | 0:24:50 | 0:24:52 | |
-Where is he then? -He'll be here. By and by. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:55 | |
You look like a tin of strawberries exploded! | 0:24:57 | 0:24:59 | |
He'll think we dropped the bomb again. | 0:24:59 | 0:25:01 | |
How you do hurt me, John. | 0:25:01 | 0:25:03 | |
I'm joking, you daft mare. | 0:25:03 | 0:25:05 | |
You look lovely, Mrs Lacey. | 0:25:05 | 0:25:07 | |
Well, it is new, and that counts for something, don't it? | 0:25:07 | 0:25:11 | |
It's not just a myth. | 0:25:31 | 0:25:32 | |
Some of us do grow flowers and drink tea. | 0:25:32 | 0:25:34 | |
SHE MOANS | 0:25:36 | 0:25:37 | |
Mrs Hyde? | 0:25:37 | 0:25:39 | |
They're Braxton Hicks contractions, Mrs Hyde. | 0:25:39 | 0:25:42 | |
They may feel like labour but they're not the real ones. | 0:25:44 | 0:25:47 | |
But they hurt so bad. | 0:25:47 | 0:25:49 | |
You've been having what you thought were contractions | 0:25:49 | 0:25:52 | |
alone here and you didn't think to telephone us? | 0:25:52 | 0:25:55 | |
And have my neighbours think I got my own nurse come running | 0:25:55 | 0:25:58 | |
whenever I sneeze? | 0:25:58 | 0:25:59 | |
I'm sorry? | 0:25:59 | 0:26:00 | |
They already think I get too much for nothing. | 0:26:00 | 0:26:03 | |
You have enough to get on with. | 0:26:04 | 0:26:07 | |
All I have to get on with are my patients. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:09 | |
And I would come out whatever the time, whatever the weather, | 0:26:09 | 0:26:13 | |
for whatever worried any of you. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:14 | |
Mrs Hyde, my job is looking after you. | 0:26:16 | 0:26:19 | |
You're the English lady my mother told me about. | 0:26:22 | 0:26:24 | |
Well, then you need to promise me to let me look after you. | 0:26:26 | 0:26:30 | |
So I can keep the side up for your mother. | 0:26:30 | 0:26:32 | |
For goodness' sake, we're only around the corner. | 0:26:34 | 0:26:38 | |
Highway Code. I thought we'd spend tomorrow on it. | 0:26:53 | 0:26:56 | |
Still be on chairs, will they? More theory? | 0:26:56 | 0:26:58 | |
Without the theory, we are dust. | 0:26:58 | 0:27:00 | |
You can't ride one, can you? | 0:27:03 | 0:27:04 | |
I beg your pardon? | 0:27:06 | 0:27:08 | |
Tomorrow. By the bike shed. 8am sharp. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:11 | |
Miss, I want a word with you. We've been talking. | 0:27:17 | 0:27:21 | |
Oh? Who's "we"? | 0:27:21 | 0:27:23 | |
Me and the other girls. We want you to come to us first. | 0:27:23 | 0:27:26 | |
When you come round here. | 0:27:26 | 0:27:28 | |
I don't quite follow. | 0:27:28 | 0:27:29 | |
When you do your home visits. | 0:27:29 | 0:27:31 | |
And when you say "first"..? | 0:27:31 | 0:27:33 | |
Before what's-her-face. The coloured girl. | 0:27:33 | 0:27:36 | |
And why's that? | 0:27:38 | 0:27:39 | |
Well, we're vulnerable, ain't we? | 0:27:39 | 0:27:41 | |
At this late stage, we could go down with all sorts. | 0:27:41 | 0:27:43 | |
And you know what they bring in with them, | 0:27:43 | 0:27:45 | |
and it ain't just banana spiders. | 0:27:45 | 0:27:47 | |
So, it's just ignorant not to mention it. | 0:27:47 | 0:27:49 | |
-I'll come to you first, Mrs Bailey. -See, I knew you'd understand. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:54 | |
Because then at the end of my round I'll be able to sit with Mrs Hyde | 0:27:54 | 0:27:58 | |
and have a conversation with an intelligent, well-mannered woman. | 0:27:58 | 0:28:01 | |
A proper conversation - | 0:28:01 | 0:28:02 | |
one that isn't full of narrow-minded judgement. | 0:28:02 | 0:28:04 | |
It will help me get through my other visits. | 0:28:04 | 0:28:06 | |
Fine son you got. | 0:28:13 | 0:28:15 | |
He must just be delayed or caught up with something. | 0:28:18 | 0:28:21 | |
Oh, no. | 0:28:26 | 0:28:29 | |
What difference does it make? | 0:28:29 | 0:28:31 | |
Ain't no-one here to see ya. | 0:28:31 | 0:28:34 | |
No difference. None. There! Are you happy now? | 0:28:34 | 0:28:37 | |
Are you sad, Dad? | 0:29:30 | 0:29:32 | |
How could I be sad when I've got you? | 0:29:33 | 0:29:36 | |
Granny Parker said you used to just sit in the car after Mummy died, | 0:29:39 | 0:29:42 | |
like a sheepdog without his sheep. | 0:29:42 | 0:29:45 | |
Did she? How about some fried bread? | 0:29:46 | 0:29:50 | |
-Yeah. -Come on, then. | 0:29:50 | 0:29:52 | |
It's all about weight distribution and speed. | 0:30:20 | 0:30:23 | |
Too slow and it'll collapse on you, dump you like a sack of spuds. | 0:30:23 | 0:30:28 | |
Too fast and you fly over the top like a human cannon ball. | 0:30:28 | 0:30:31 | |
Ooh... ooh... ooh... | 0:30:34 | 0:30:36 | |
If anyone was to see us in this position... | 0:30:38 | 0:30:41 | |
with me behind you... | 0:30:41 | 0:30:43 | |
I beg your pardon! | 0:30:43 | 0:30:45 | |
I mean, er, with me as your pillion, | 0:30:45 | 0:30:48 | |
might we phrase it such that I was demonstrating the machine to you? | 0:30:48 | 0:30:50 | |
We might indeed phrase it that way, Frederick. We might indeed. | 0:30:50 | 0:30:56 | |
Not too fast, not too fast! You don't know the machine! | 0:30:59 | 0:31:03 | |
Know it? | 0:31:03 | 0:31:04 | |
I rode a machine ten times this size day in, day out during the war. | 0:31:04 | 0:31:07 | |
And I tell you what - I've missed it! | 0:31:07 | 0:31:10 | |
HE WHIMPERS | 0:31:14 | 0:31:16 | |
You said your parents were in hospitality. | 0:31:26 | 0:31:29 | |
Pie and mash... it's quite the thing in London. | 0:31:29 | 0:31:32 | |
We have a room at the Grosvenor. I want to enjoy it. | 0:31:34 | 0:31:38 | |
Show me England, the real England. | 0:31:38 | 0:31:42 | |
We can't just go. | 0:31:42 | 0:31:44 | |
Bob, there's nobody here. | 0:31:44 | 0:31:46 | |
Bob? I knew it was you. We were expecting you yesterday. | 0:31:47 | 0:31:51 | |
Your mother's talked so much about you. | 0:31:51 | 0:31:55 | |
Bob. | 0:31:55 | 0:31:56 | |
You're not leaving? Your mother's only popped out to pay the rent - | 0:31:56 | 0:32:00 | |
she'll be back any minute. | 0:32:00 | 0:32:01 | |
Beg your pardon, Miss, but it's just that we've, um... We've... | 0:32:01 | 0:32:04 | |
I have an appointment that I overlooked. | 0:32:04 | 0:32:07 | |
Mr Lacey, you can't possibly leave, | 0:32:07 | 0:32:09 | |
your mother's living for this. | 0:32:09 | 0:32:11 | |
-I knew you'd come. -Mum. | 0:32:19 | 0:32:22 | |
Well, well, if it ain't the one that got away. | 0:32:31 | 0:32:34 | |
Nurse. | 0:32:37 | 0:32:39 | |
Mr Lacey? | 0:32:39 | 0:32:40 | |
Let's sit you down. | 0:32:40 | 0:32:42 | |
I've come to the conclusion | 0:32:48 | 0:32:49 | |
he's either the dullest man on earth or the most exciting one. | 0:32:49 | 0:32:53 | |
Perhaps we should just return to sender? | 0:32:55 | 0:32:57 | |
Save the poor man his postage. | 0:32:57 | 0:32:59 | |
Unrewardingly normal. | 0:33:00 | 0:33:01 | |
I think I'd like to arrange for a visitor. | 0:33:03 | 0:33:06 | |
May I use the telephone? | 0:33:07 | 0:33:08 | |
I'll dial the number myself. | 0:33:08 | 0:33:10 | |
Just got up a little too quickly. Let's get you some water. | 0:33:20 | 0:33:23 | |
They lie to ya... try to keep your spirits up. | 0:33:25 | 0:33:28 | |
Diabetes. I got my own nurse, that's how bad I am. | 0:33:29 | 0:33:33 | |
I'm sorry to hear that. | 0:33:33 | 0:33:35 | |
Why you talking all posh? | 0:33:35 | 0:33:37 | |
He's talking like a gentleman. I could listen to you all day. | 0:33:37 | 0:33:40 | |
David Niven, that's who you remind me of. | 0:33:42 | 0:33:44 | |
Perhaps the David Niven of insurance, Mum. | 0:33:44 | 0:33:46 | |
SHE LAUGHS | 0:33:46 | 0:33:48 | |
To be married! My Lord, I dreamed of this. | 0:33:50 | 0:33:53 | |
When are you thinking? | 0:33:54 | 0:33:56 | |
Um, we could get the Parish Hall, I reckon. | 0:33:56 | 0:33:58 | |
We wouldn't want to put you to any trouble. | 0:34:00 | 0:34:03 | |
We'll be getting married back home. | 0:34:03 | 0:34:05 | |
But this is your home. | 0:34:06 | 0:34:08 | |
Trudie's parents... they very kindly... | 0:34:09 | 0:34:11 | |
They have a beautiful house overlooking the Hudson River. | 0:34:11 | 0:34:14 | |
It will be the perfect place. | 0:34:14 | 0:34:16 | |
Hudson River. | 0:34:16 | 0:34:19 | |
My mother wouldn't forgive us. | 0:34:21 | 0:34:23 | |
Righto, righto, course. | 0:34:24 | 0:34:26 | |
We'd like you to be there. | 0:34:26 | 0:34:28 | |
Oh, John. What do you think to that? Well, it... It could be a holiday. | 0:34:28 | 0:34:33 | |
No, couldn't travel, not with my health. | 0:34:33 | 0:34:37 | |
You'll have to write, tell us how it went. | 0:34:39 | 0:34:41 | |
-We should probably be going. -You're not stopping? | 0:34:47 | 0:34:50 | |
Oh, no, we couldn't put you to the bother. | 0:34:50 | 0:34:54 | |
Wait one minute, won't you, dear, just a minute? | 0:34:54 | 0:34:57 | |
I have another call to make, Mrs Lacey, unless you need me here? | 0:34:58 | 0:35:02 | |
Oh, no, Miss. You go on now. | 0:35:02 | 0:35:04 | |
What a day this has been, Miss. I've dreamed of a day like today. | 0:35:06 | 0:35:10 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:35:23 | 0:35:24 | |
Bloody hell! You saved us. | 0:35:25 | 0:35:29 | |
Ta. | 0:35:44 | 0:35:45 | |
You'd have done the same for me. | 0:35:47 | 0:35:49 | |
Council promise to wash these steps every month. Lying sods. | 0:35:51 | 0:35:55 | |
Then we must look after each other, Mrs Bailey. | 0:35:57 | 0:35:59 | |
How d'you mean? | 0:35:59 | 0:36:01 | |
Where I come from, we take it in turns... | 0:36:01 | 0:36:04 | |
some of the ladies. | 0:36:04 | 0:36:06 | |
One week I'd scrub the verandas, next week someone else. | 0:36:07 | 0:36:12 | |
We could do that here. | 0:36:14 | 0:36:15 | |
"Verandas". Makes me think of Gone With The Wind. | 0:36:15 | 0:36:19 | |
I don't know why. | 0:36:19 | 0:36:20 | |
Gawd, I love a bit of Clark Gable. | 0:36:23 | 0:36:24 | |
My mother keeps his picture beside her bed. | 0:36:26 | 0:36:29 | |
I'd do the same. | 0:36:29 | 0:36:30 | |
Better than looking at my old man next to me on the pillow. | 0:36:30 | 0:36:33 | |
What's it like? | 0:36:38 | 0:36:41 | |
Where you come from? | 0:36:42 | 0:36:44 | |
Green. Very green. And the sea... like jade. | 0:36:46 | 0:36:54 | |
If you climb up high enough, | 0:36:55 | 0:36:57 | |
you can see the whole island. | 0:36:57 | 0:36:58 | |
WOMEN CHATTER | 0:37:01 | 0:37:03 | |
Well, I'll have to do my wash again now. | 0:37:04 | 0:37:06 | |
All sorts over it. | 0:37:06 | 0:37:08 | |
It's quaint. It's like stepping back in time. | 0:37:18 | 0:37:22 | |
Yes, that's what it is - it's Dickens. | 0:37:22 | 0:37:26 | |
-Oh! -It were Bob's. I kept it all these years, | 0:37:27 | 0:37:31 | |
hoping one day there'd be a reason for it again. | 0:37:31 | 0:37:34 | |
It's yours now, dear. | 0:37:36 | 0:37:37 | |
Yes, it's very special. | 0:37:42 | 0:37:44 | |
Come and see me, Mum. | 0:37:50 | 0:37:52 | |
This is my number - at the hotel. | 0:37:54 | 0:37:56 | |
RADIO TUNES IN | 0:38:08 | 0:38:11 | |
SENTIMENTAL MUSIC | 0:38:11 | 0:38:14 | |
Bob, what do you want me to say? | 0:38:17 | 0:38:19 | |
I mean, the place was a hole, and those people... | 0:38:19 | 0:38:22 | |
"Those people"? She's my mother. | 0:38:22 | 0:38:25 | |
-Oh! -Left it, forgot it, don't make no difference. | 0:38:46 | 0:38:51 | |
Well, they can't be that far - I'll go after her. | 0:38:51 | 0:38:54 | |
She's got no more interest in this than you have in the moon. | 0:38:54 | 0:38:56 | |
-He's found a right harsh one there. -We don't know her yet, John. | 0:38:56 | 0:39:00 | |
Won't get the chance neither. She's in charge, no doubt about it. | 0:39:00 | 0:39:03 | |
He's marrying up, and she won't let him forget that in a hurry. | 0:39:03 | 0:39:07 | |
Hudson bloody River. | 0:39:07 | 0:39:09 | |
He ain't like that. He won't be changed. | 0:39:09 | 0:39:12 | |
Don't see him coming back for this, do you? | 0:39:12 | 0:39:15 | |
He's my son. I know what kind of a man he is! | 0:39:15 | 0:39:19 | |
He's hers now. | 0:39:19 | 0:39:21 | |
# Can I adore you... # | 0:39:25 | 0:39:30 | |
-Good night, Mrs Wilson. -See you tomorrow. | 0:39:30 | 0:39:32 | |
# ..Although we are oceans apart | 0:39:32 | 0:39:35 | |
# I can't make you open your heart | 0:39:36 | 0:39:41 | |
# But I can grieve, can't I? # | 0:39:41 | 0:39:46 | |
Your visitor's here. | 0:39:57 | 0:39:59 | |
Dear Sister. How we have missed you. | 0:40:04 | 0:40:07 | |
God is very kind to us. | 0:40:08 | 0:40:10 | |
He is, isn't he? | 0:40:10 | 0:40:12 | |
How is life at Nonnatus? I hear Chummy is on her way back. | 0:40:14 | 0:40:18 | |
Sister, from our letters and our visits, you probably know | 0:40:20 | 0:40:24 | |
more about life at Nonnatus House than I do. | 0:40:24 | 0:40:27 | |
So, please, what is it you can say to me now that | 0:40:28 | 0:40:32 | |
you couldn't say in a letter? | 0:40:32 | 0:40:34 | |
I've been lying, Sister. | 0:40:38 | 0:40:41 | |
Lying to you, to God, to myself. | 0:40:41 | 0:40:46 | |
And I'm so tired. I'm so tired. | 0:40:48 | 0:40:52 | |
And now you must unburden yourself and I will listen. | 0:40:53 | 0:40:57 | |
TALKING ON RADIO | 0:40:59 | 0:41:01 | |
I thought Mrs Lacey was enjoying her radio. | 0:41:01 | 0:41:05 | |
My shop. My wireless. | 0:41:05 | 0:41:07 | |
Would you mind turning it down, please? | 0:41:09 | 0:41:11 | |
-You are perfectly able to travel, you know that. -So what if I do? | 0:41:11 | 0:41:16 | |
Don't you want to see your son get married? | 0:41:16 | 0:41:18 | |
He ain't my son. | 0:41:18 | 0:41:20 | |
I just took him in, put a roof over his head, same as I did her. | 0:41:20 | 0:41:24 | |
Sorry, I had no idea. | 0:41:26 | 0:41:28 | |
Ain't so high and mighty now, are ya? | 0:41:28 | 0:41:31 | |
But don't you think it would mean such an awful lot to Mrs Lacey? | 0:41:31 | 0:41:34 | |
She and that boy would have been in a work house without me. | 0:41:34 | 0:41:37 | |
And I might as well have been. | 0:41:37 | 0:41:39 | |
You got a nerve. I picked you up off the streets. | 0:41:39 | 0:41:42 | |
I saved you. | 0:41:42 | 0:41:43 | |
And haven't I thanked you every day for it? | 0:41:43 | 0:41:46 | |
I'm grateful, John, grateful for everything, | 0:41:47 | 0:41:50 | |
but I've given far more than I've taken. | 0:41:50 | 0:41:53 | |
I've cared and done for you every day that we've been together. | 0:41:53 | 0:41:56 | |
And though you might not think it worth the mention, | 0:41:56 | 0:41:59 | |
I've given you all that I have. | 0:41:59 | 0:42:00 | |
HE SCOFFS | 0:42:00 | 0:42:02 | |
So all this time you felt unable to share your suffering. | 0:42:11 | 0:42:14 | |
I thought I'd lost my faith. | 0:42:14 | 0:42:16 | |
I never felt so wretched or alone in my life. | 0:42:17 | 0:42:20 | |
I've been so worried. I hoped you would speak to me again. | 0:42:21 | 0:42:25 | |
I haven't lost my faith. | 0:42:25 | 0:42:26 | |
I want other things. | 0:42:30 | 0:42:31 | |
Things I can't have in the religious life. | 0:42:33 | 0:42:35 | |
We've all felt that - times of confusion. | 0:42:38 | 0:42:42 | |
There were for me. | 0:42:44 | 0:42:45 | |
This was my wilderness, my test of what I felt, what I believed. | 0:42:46 | 0:42:51 | |
And I see now that I wasn't close to death, | 0:42:52 | 0:42:55 | |
I was close to life - and it took the illness to show me. | 0:42:55 | 0:42:59 | |
I think God wants another path for me... beyond Nonnatus. | 0:43:03 | 0:43:09 | |
Sister... what you're saying, what you're asking... | 0:43:14 | 0:43:20 | |
..is the first step on a journey which will not be an easy one. | 0:43:22 | 0:43:26 | |
You must be sure that it is one you wish to pursue. | 0:43:28 | 0:43:31 | |
I need your strength, Sister. | 0:43:32 | 0:43:34 | |
I don't have enough of my own because I don't know if God's given | 0:43:35 | 0:43:39 | |
me a window and I'm just staring out of it because I'm afraid to open it? | 0:43:39 | 0:43:43 | |
So I'm going out now. And I can't says when I'll be back. | 0:44:13 | 0:44:15 | |
-What do you mean, "going out"? Where? -That's my business. | 0:44:15 | 0:44:20 | |
Where would you be going all painted up like that? | 0:44:20 | 0:44:22 | |
I had a life before you, John. | 0:44:22 | 0:44:24 | |
It's about time I found it again. | 0:44:24 | 0:44:27 | |
(Well done, Annie!) | 0:44:27 | 0:44:29 | |
Thank you, dear. | 0:44:29 | 0:44:30 | |
It's all about weight distribution and speed. | 0:44:39 | 0:44:42 | |
Too slow and it will collapse under you, | 0:44:42 | 0:44:44 | |
dumping you like a sack of spuds. | 0:44:44 | 0:44:45 | |
Too fast and you'll fly over the top like a human cannon ball. | 0:44:45 | 0:44:49 | |
Thank you, Sister. | 0:44:49 | 0:44:50 | |
Don't be afraid of it. Fear kills. | 0:44:58 | 0:45:00 | |
I'm not. | 0:45:00 | 0:45:01 | |
A girl with spatial awareness? | 0:45:16 | 0:45:18 | |
If I had a brain I'd be lethal! | 0:45:18 | 0:45:21 | |
One can't turn one's back for a moment. | 0:45:24 | 0:45:26 | |
-Whatever next - nuns on skis? -Chummy! -Chummy! | 0:45:26 | 0:45:30 | |
Make safe the vehicle and step away. | 0:45:33 | 0:45:35 | |
My hero, as always. | 0:45:35 | 0:45:37 | |
Gently, chaps. I've come back a bit top heavy. | 0:45:37 | 0:45:39 | |
Oh, Chummy. How wonderful! | 0:45:39 | 0:45:42 | |
It is rather, isn't it? It's our little bit of extra luggage. | 0:45:42 | 0:45:46 | |
-Hello. -Fred. | 0:45:46 | 0:45:48 | |
All right. | 0:45:48 | 0:45:49 | |
-Madam. -Thank you. | 0:46:01 | 0:46:02 | |
-Mum. -Hello, love. | 0:46:13 | 0:46:15 | |
I'm so glad you came. | 0:46:15 | 0:46:17 | |
I don't want to lose you, Bob. | 0:46:31 | 0:46:33 | |
Mum... | 0:46:33 | 0:46:34 | |
That don't mean I expect to be pride of place - I don't. | 0:46:34 | 0:46:38 | |
You got your life and I couldn't be more proud of you. | 0:46:38 | 0:46:41 | |
Just make sure you keep it yours. | 0:46:42 | 0:46:45 | |
Live your life the way you want. | 0:46:46 | 0:46:48 | |
Like you? | 0:46:48 | 0:46:50 | |
Nothing's perfect. But we keep on, cos we remember the good bits. | 0:46:50 | 0:46:56 | |
Then we must have a long, long lunch, where we remember all | 0:46:58 | 0:47:01 | |
those good bits and tell each other all the little things we've missed. | 0:47:01 | 0:47:05 | |
-Is that all right? -Yes, love, quite all right. | 0:47:05 | 0:47:08 | |
Today I'm on holiday. | 0:47:10 | 0:47:11 | |
Ah, thank you. It's lovely! | 0:47:17 | 0:47:19 | |
-Now we have some more trinkets from our travels. -Ooh. Peter. | 0:47:19 | 0:47:22 | |
Sister Monica Joan, I know you have a fondness for percussion. | 0:47:22 | 0:47:26 | |
Oh, I shall beat a path to my room... | 0:47:34 | 0:47:36 | |
..and send out a warning to all around, "Beware the future - | 0:47:40 | 0:47:44 | |
"it is not to be trusted." | 0:47:44 | 0:47:46 | |
Great changes are coming. | 0:47:49 | 0:47:51 | |
Yes, well, jolly good. | 0:47:54 | 0:47:56 | |
-She does get very tired. -Don't we all? | 0:47:56 | 0:47:58 | |
Now, girls, I can't promise this season's colours, | 0:47:59 | 0:48:02 | |
but I can promise, with the help of my trusty Singer, | 0:48:02 | 0:48:06 | |
no-one else in Poplar will look quite so spiffing. | 0:48:06 | 0:48:08 | |
Thank you. | 0:48:08 | 0:48:10 | |
And Jane, I went on the letters of Reverend Applebee-Thornton, | 0:48:12 | 0:48:16 | |
who assured me that this would be your colour. | 0:48:16 | 0:48:20 | |
-It's for me? -Of course for you. | 0:48:20 | 0:48:22 | |
-From what I hear, we couldn't have managed without you. -Thank you. | 0:48:22 | 0:48:25 | |
Oh, Chummy, they're beautiful. | 0:48:25 | 0:48:28 | |
I feel ever so exotic. | 0:48:28 | 0:48:31 | |
The Belles of Bow! | 0:48:31 | 0:48:32 | |
Thank you very much, it's beautiful. | 0:48:34 | 0:48:36 | |
Good. | 0:48:36 | 0:48:38 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 0:48:39 | 0:48:40 | |
SQUEALING AND GIGGLING | 0:48:42 | 0:48:45 | |
Oh, yes! | 0:48:45 | 0:48:47 | |
PHONE RINGS | 0:48:56 | 0:48:59 | |
'Nonnatus House.' | 0:49:10 | 0:49:11 | |
Midwife, please, they've started properly now. | 0:49:11 | 0:49:14 | |
Who is this, please? | 0:49:14 | 0:49:16 | |
'Mrs Hyde, Mrs Monique Hyde, 18 Old Rope Street Buildings. | 0:49:16 | 0:49:21 | |
'Nurse Lee told me to call you when they started to come. | 0:49:21 | 0:49:24 | |
Please come quickly. | 0:49:26 | 0:49:28 | |
I'm on my own. | 0:49:29 | 0:49:31 | |
'Hello? Help me...' | 0:49:33 | 0:49:35 | |
-Please! -I'm sorry, I'm afraid we're closed. | 0:49:35 | 0:49:39 | |
SHE GASPS AND SOBS | 0:49:43 | 0:49:45 | |
Please don't come, please, not yet. | 0:49:51 | 0:49:56 | |
Sylvie, is your mama there? | 0:50:14 | 0:50:17 | |
You know when she'll be home? | 0:50:18 | 0:50:20 | |
Is it your baby, Miss? | 0:50:23 | 0:50:25 | |
I can't have you here. Please. | 0:50:43 | 0:50:46 | |
Sylvie Bailey, get home now. | 0:50:46 | 0:50:49 | |
But Mum, the lady! | 0:50:49 | 0:50:51 | |
I want to stay with her. | 0:50:53 | 0:50:55 | |
Rita, please. | 0:50:55 | 0:50:58 | |
-Call the bloody midwife. -They don't answer. -They have to. | 0:50:59 | 0:51:02 | |
It's their job! | 0:51:02 | 0:51:03 | |
Go back to your friends, Rita. | 0:51:06 | 0:51:07 | |
Sylvie, go home now. | 0:51:20 | 0:51:21 | |
Quickly, Rita, you don't know what she might have! | 0:51:21 | 0:51:26 | |
Oh, sod off! | 0:51:26 | 0:51:27 | |
Come on. Easy. Breathe. | 0:51:30 | 0:51:32 | |
It's coming. | 0:51:40 | 0:51:42 | |
No, no, no. You can't have it here, it, it ain't sanitary. | 0:51:42 | 0:51:46 | |
Hold on, hold on, all right? Yeah? Yeah? Come on. | 0:51:48 | 0:51:53 | |
Just a little bit more till we get somewhere safe. All right? | 0:51:53 | 0:51:56 | |
All right. | 0:52:03 | 0:52:05 | |
There's nothing here, just scribbles. | 0:52:09 | 0:52:12 | |
No-one is angry with you. | 0:52:12 | 0:52:14 | |
It's just very important that you try | 0:52:14 | 0:52:17 | |
and remember who you were speaking to. | 0:52:17 | 0:52:19 | |
It could be any one of our patients - | 0:52:19 | 0:52:22 | |
we have 50 due to deliver this week alone. | 0:52:22 | 0:52:24 | |
Her voice was gentle... | 0:52:24 | 0:52:28 | |
like a tender breeze on spring leaves. | 0:52:28 | 0:52:32 | |
Oh, give me strength. | 0:52:32 | 0:52:33 | |
My thoughts unravel... | 0:52:35 | 0:52:36 | |
..like frayed rope... | 0:52:39 | 0:52:41 | |
Old Rope Street! | 0:52:44 | 0:52:46 | |
Monique Hyde. | 0:52:48 | 0:52:50 | |
Come on! Give me your hand. | 0:53:03 | 0:53:05 | |
All right, after me, yeah? | 0:53:06 | 0:53:08 | |
That's it, nearly there. | 0:53:10 | 0:53:12 | |
One step at a time. Yeah? Yeah? | 0:53:12 | 0:53:15 | |
-SHE MOANS -Help us. Help us! | 0:53:18 | 0:53:22 | |
There's a baby coming! | 0:53:22 | 0:53:24 | |
Monique? I'm so, so sorry. | 0:53:25 | 0:53:27 | |
Thank you, Rita. | 0:53:30 | 0:53:31 | |
Where the hell were you lot, | 0:53:31 | 0:53:32 | |
-leaving a decent woman in this state?! -Oh, Lord. | 0:53:32 | 0:53:35 | |
-Get sheets, Trixie. And hot water. -I know the drill. | 0:53:35 | 0:53:38 | |
We don't have much time. | 0:53:38 | 0:53:39 | |
We need to get you inside now. Put your arm around me. | 0:53:39 | 0:53:42 | |
One, two, three. | 0:53:42 | 0:53:44 | |
Upsy-daisy. | 0:53:44 | 0:53:46 | |
Nearly there. | 0:53:46 | 0:53:48 | |
I leave matters in your capable hands. | 0:53:57 | 0:53:59 | |
I must see to Sister Monica Joan. | 0:53:59 | 0:54:01 | |
Slowly, slowly. There's a girl. | 0:54:05 | 0:54:08 | |
Baby's heartbeat is slow. | 0:54:12 | 0:54:13 | |
Forgive me, Lord... | 0:54:14 | 0:54:16 | |
..and protect us all from these devils that plague me. | 0:54:19 | 0:54:24 | |
There are no devils here. | 0:54:31 | 0:54:33 | |
Your mind gets tired, Sister, that is all. | 0:54:35 | 0:54:38 | |
And when it does, we will protect you. | 0:54:38 | 0:54:41 | |
We will be with you and make sure that when you forget, we remember. | 0:54:41 | 0:54:45 | |
Keep going, Monique. Good! | 0:54:58 | 0:55:01 | |
Hurts so much. | 0:55:01 | 0:55:02 | |
Baby cannot come by himself, and we need him out. | 0:55:02 | 0:55:06 | |
You need to push. | 0:55:06 | 0:55:07 | |
You need all your strength now, Monique. | 0:55:07 | 0:55:10 | |
More than you've ever done before. | 0:55:10 | 0:55:12 | |
You need to do it for your baby. All right? | 0:55:12 | 0:55:15 | |
Good girl. Keep going, good, really good. | 0:55:19 | 0:55:21 | |
That's it! Good girl! | 0:55:26 | 0:55:29 | |
There's a knot in the cord. That's why baby's heartbeat was slow. | 0:55:33 | 0:55:39 | |
My baby? | 0:55:39 | 0:55:40 | |
..Is absolutely perfect. | 0:55:40 | 0:55:43 | |
You have a beautiful baby boy. | 0:55:43 | 0:55:46 | |
Welcome to England, little one. | 0:55:47 | 0:55:49 | |
From this whole mother country, you picked the nicest ladies to | 0:56:00 | 0:56:05 | |
introduce you. | 0:56:05 | 0:56:07 | |
Thank you. | 0:56:10 | 0:56:11 | |
Of course, in the bush we would light a fire primarily | 0:56:15 | 0:56:18 | |
-to ward off lions... -And tigers. -And bears. -Oh, my! | 0:56:18 | 0:56:22 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:56:22 | 0:56:24 | |
The whites of a lion's eyes are no laughing matter, I can assure you. | 0:56:25 | 0:56:28 | |
Nor is the advancing derriere of an elephant in reverse. | 0:56:28 | 0:56:31 | |
A pair of my spectacles is testament to that. | 0:56:31 | 0:56:33 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:56:33 | 0:56:35 | |
Won't you miss your wonderful adventures? | 0:56:35 | 0:56:39 | |
I think we have more than we could have dreamt of | 0:56:39 | 0:56:41 | |
just around the corner. | 0:56:41 | 0:56:42 | |
-MATURE JENNY: -'Home is not simply a mark | 0:56:54 | 0:56:57 | |
'upon a map any more than a river's just water. | 0:56:57 | 0:57:01 | |
'It is the place at the centre of the compass | 0:57:01 | 0:57:04 | |
'from which every arrow radiates and where the heart is fixed. | 0:57:04 | 0:57:11 | |
'It is a force that forever draws us back or lures us on.' | 0:57:11 | 0:57:17 | |
Thank you. | 0:57:22 | 0:57:24 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 0:57:31 | 0:57:33 | |
'For where the home is, there lies hope. | 0:57:51 | 0:57:56 | |
'And a future waits. | 0:58:02 | 0:58:04 | |
'And everything is possible.' | 0:58:05 | 0:58:07 | |
Engine trouble? Fetch a whip and thrash it like a horse! | 0:58:19 | 0:58:21 | |
Jimmy! | 0:58:21 | 0:58:23 | |
I thought there might be some lucky chap on the scene, | 0:58:23 | 0:58:25 | |
making your heart beat faster, all of that. | 0:58:25 | 0:58:28 | |
No. | 0:58:28 | 0:58:29 | |
I wrote to you. | 0:58:29 | 0:58:30 | |
I don't know if I said too much. | 0:58:30 | 0:58:33 | |
'Or not enough?' | 0:58:33 | 0:58:35 | |
Come on, Chummy! On the bed. High, hot and a hell of a lot! | 0:58:35 | 0:58:38 | |
No. No. You absolute beasts! | 0:58:38 | 0:58:40 | |
-Is there any news? -It's a baby, | 0:58:40 | 0:58:41 | |
not a lubricated penguin. They don't come sliding out to order. | 0:58:41 | 0:58:45 | |
# Oh, oh, baby | 0:58:45 | 0:58:47 | |
# I love you, oh baby, I do | 0:58:47 | 0:58:52 | |
# Baby, oh, baby | 0:58:52 | 0:58:55 | |
# Why don't you be true? | 0:58:55 | 0:59:00 | |
# Baby, oh, baby | 0:59:00 | 0:59:02 | |
# There is nothing I wouldn't do | 0:59:02 | 0:59:06 | |
# For you. # | 0:59:06 | 0:59:08 | |
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