06x06 - Episode 6

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'No-one knows where the soul resides.

'Does it inhabit the heart?

'The brain?

'Where in the body does it hide?

'How is it clothed... and
how might we protect it?

'Exposed to the light,

'the soul seems a fragile thing...

'.. too vulnerable for scrutiny...

'too delicate to live.'

You've stopped fighting the treatment.

I'm too tired.

Sister...

I thought we agreed we weren't
going to do this again?

Come on, let's get you home.

Warqad?

English.

- Post.
- Good.

Post?

Let me stay, please.

I don't have to go back, I
can stay in England with you.

Time to go home to
Somaliland, for the baby.

Ooh!

The baby?

I get help.

Ooh!

Thank you.

Dad, I don't like the look of
this row between the Russians

and the Americans.

Neither do I, son.

Bacon and eggs coming up.

Nothing in front of your mother.

She doesn't need anything
else to worry about.

Ah, thank you! Ooh, it looks delicious.

Be even better with some tomato ketchup.

I'm afraid it's been packed.

We don't move for ten days!

Yes, and there's so much to do!

I've looked out a box for each of you.

Go through your possessions and root
out anything that you no longer use.

I've already filled a box with items
belonging to myself and Angela.

Why do Dad and I have one large box each,

while you and Angela have
one small box between you?

Because Angela and I don't have
a tendency towards hoarding.

Hello, Fred. Found her, then?

No prizes for guessing where.

Is she all right?

A bit chilled.

Let's get you warmed up and
inside with some tea and cake.

I am no Marie Antoinette.

I will not eat cake while my
sister moulders in the asylum.

I will not eat at all until
I am assured she is unharmed.

Whatever the pain was,
it wasn't contractions.

Practice ones maybe.

And you've had nothing since?

Nothing. I am well again,

but perhaps not well
enough to go on a boat.

Who said anything about a boat?

My wife leaves in two weeks, so the
baby can be born in Somaliland.

A fast boat, is it?

I know you think you're only
seven months along, Mrs Farah,

but actually you're more like nine.

This baby is coming any day.

I will be at sea. I leave tomorrow.

- My wife knows no-one here.
- It will be fine.

I have good neighbours
and my sister, Deka.

And now you've got us as well.

You come down to the clinic
with me this afternoon,

we'll do all our checks
and get you booked in.

Don't worry, Mr Farah, your
wife will be in good hands.

'It shall be the policy of this nation

'to regard any nuclear
m*ssile launched from Cuba

'against any nation in
the Western Hemisphere

'as an att*ck by the Soviet
Union on the United States,

'requiring a full retaliatory response...'

That's quite enough of
that, thank you very much.

You can't turn off President Kennedy!

He's got the future of the
Free World in his hands!

If he was truly concerned about
the future of the Free World,

he wouldn't be making
such inflammatory remarks.

If we're all heading for
oblivion, we need to be prepared.

There you are, Nurse Franklin.

There's a gentleman on the
telephone asking for you,

a Mr Christopher Dockerill?

Thank you, but I can't possibly
speak to him at the moment.

Oh, why's that?

I'm in the middle of an
inventory of the cupboards.

With Armageddon looming, it seems
wise to line-up our supplies.

I'll tell him that you're unavailable.

You, you've brought me
back to the wrong place.

Don't worry, everyone's
always a little bit fuzzy

when they come back from shock treatment.

I was by myself before.

Doctor's transferred
you to a general ward.

No more shock treatment --
thinks you're on the mend!

Will I be discharged
now? Will I be sent home?

One step at a time.

First thing you need is a nap
to shake off that grogginess

and then a nice bath, hm?

Afternoon, Mrs Turner. I'm sorry
I'm late, but this is Mrs Farah.

She's due any day, but
hasn't been to the clinic yet.

Of course.

Let's see if we can jump
you up the queue, Mrs Farah.

It can take a while to get through
everything on a first appointment.

Cubicle two is free.

No, it isn't. Puffy ankles.

- I've just asked Doctor to take a look.
- Cubicle one, then.

Are we collecting for jumble?

I'm having a clear-out in
advance of our house move.

I thought we could make use of
these things in the waiting area.

Oh, yes?

Dr Turner is going to set about
the doll with the Swarfega

when he has a spare moment.

But I thought my old magazines might
provide light relief for our ladies.

They have some very
useful fashion features.

I've never needed an
editorial to instruct me on

how to put myself together, and
I've never had any complaints.

I've come across a few
sailors from Somaliland,

but not many of their wives.

Most prefer to stay in Africa,

but my husband is more
handsome than theirs.

Sorry to interrupt, I've
bought Mrs Farah's notes card.

Lovely, thanks.

Now, Mrs Farah, I'll just
have a little check down below.

I'll be very gentle,

but it will be easier
if you can try to relax.

Easy for her to say.

Is this your first baby?

Yes, I've been married a year.

Can I help, Nurse Dyer?

Mrs Farah, do you mind me asking,

have you had any... surgery down there?

Only what is usual.

Usual?

When I was a child.

It was done to all of us.

Is there something wrong?

There's nothing there but
a scar from front to back.

Are you sure?

Mrs Farah has as much visible
genitalia as that doll.

It's like she's been... sealed up.

But how did she get pregnant? How
does she urinate, menstruate...?

Whoever stitched the
scar left a small hole.

The strangest thing about it
is that she seems to think

the "arrangement" is quite normal.

I can't think of a medical reason for it.

We'll need to refer her to St Cuthbert's.

I should say so.

After seeing her anatomy I can
scarcely imagine how baby got in,

never mind how he's going to get back out.

Thank you.

Excuse me? These aren't my clothes.

I wear a habit, a cap and a veil!

What's the matter now?

I need my own clothes, Nurse.

They're a sign of my commitment
to seek God with my whole being!

- They're a sign of who I am.
- Come on.

I deem it shrewd to be
suspicious of men on the doorstep

who are not the trembling
husbands of expectant wives.

I was hoping to see Nurse Franklin.

We went out for dinner recently,

and I was rather hoping we
might repeat the experience.

You present no credentials.

How can I be confident
your purpose is sincere?

I met Nurse Franklin through
our work at the clinic.

I'm a dentist at St Cuthbert's.

Do you stop the teeth of
your patients with mercury?

I... I use a dental amalgam.

It's basically a blend of
silver, tin, copper and mercury.

And it has people running mad!

Asylums are filled with the
victims of your poison!

Good afternoon. Oh, Mr
Dockerill, how very pleasant.

- May I help you?
- He has designs upon Nurse Franklin.

I'm very glad to hear it.

- Although I'm afraid
she's not at home. - Ah.

Gangway, please, Sister, let
the young man step inside.

And we'll put these flowers in water.

I went and had a rummage
in the laundry room.

Thank you.

Oh, I loved these clothes.

From the minute I put them on
they felt like friends to me.

And when I was ill, I was
a stranger to myself.

Even though I clung to them
there was no comfort there.

I think things might be different now.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make a fuss.

But all the time I was ill, I
fell short in my commitment to God,

so now that I'm better it's
important that I do things properly.

Why does she sit there?

She's waiting for her son to collect her.

She doesn't remember from one day
to the next that he never turns up.

Lobotomies are like that.

They drill into the brain
to get rid of the illness,

but sometimes there's not a lot left.

I'll pray for her.

How was Mrs Nolan's delivery?

No complications --

another not-so-little boy
weighing nine pounds four.

Ooh, she can certainly grow them.

Oh, you had a gentleman
caller at the door.

It was that rather fetching dentist,
with a bunch of flowers, no less.

Sister Monica Joan had
engaged him in a debate on

the merits and demerits
of mercury fillings.

At least, she was debating,
he just looked scared.

Oh, dear.

I smoothed things over, and we
had quite a pleasant conversation.

In the course of which he revealed

that you'd rebuffed him several times.

A lady doesn't like to look too keen,

especially when the man
drives a sports car.

There's looking too keen, Trixie,

and there's cutting off
your nose to spite your face.

Oh, Phyllis!

I've spent a lot of time
wanting to be with someone,

now I have the opportunity I'm
not sure I have the gumption.

Failure isn't fatal,
but hesitation can be.

Give yourself a chance.

And him.

I put the flowers in the scullery.

A man can look such a fool,
walking away with a bouquet.

Sister, please get back into bed.

I have to say my offices
at a set time every day.

Lauds is meant to be said on waking.

And I'm meant to keep all of you in bed

until I've been round with
the teeth tray and commode.

Thanks. And say one for me.

My Bible's gone! Someone's taken it!

- Things do go missing if you
aren't careful. - I need it.

I need it so that I can
study for my life vows.

If it's gone, it's gone. Come on.

Nurse Franklin, you've got
Mrs Dempsey and Mrs Brackman.

- Nurse Gilbert, Mrs Davies, Mrs...
- Ah, sorry to interrupt.

I spoke to Mr Kenley at St Cuthbert's.

He'll see Mrs Farah
tomorrow at 11 o'clock.

If you could let her know
about the appointment.

And I wondered if one of
you might accompany her

in case there are any issues.

- I can go.
- Thank you.

Did Mr Kenley have any
idea what happened to her?

He thinks it might be something
called pharaonic circumcision,

which includes, amongst other
things, the removal of the clitoris.

Apparently it's a practice common in
parts of Africa and the Middle East.

So why haven't we encountered
it before in our Muslim mothers?

I've not seen it in any
of our Sylheti ladies.

I asked the same question.

Apparently, the practice predates Islam,

and prevalence varies
depending on geography.

I'll leave you to it.

Ooh, makes me shudder
just thinking about it.

How can anyone think removing
genitalia is a good idea?

It's not so long ago that
their removal was practised

in this country. It was deployed
to treat all manner of maladies,

- primarily of the female mind.
- Ugh.

Is anybody going to empty that autoclave?

The morning's post brings good news.

Sister Mary Cynthia has been moved
to a general ward, so we may visit.

You trick me so I will break my fast?

See for yourself.

It's from the Sister at Linchmere.

So how are you doing
getting ready for baby?

I have nappies. A gift from my neighbour.

And Looyaan says he will bring
things after his voyage.

We have a cupboard full of
donated items at Nonnatus House.

I'm sure we can find what
you need in the meantime.

Then all we have to worry about
is keeping that baby inside

till Mr Kenley's had a look at you.

Oi! Out of there, thank you!

I've washed my hands.

Go to school!

I'm going to be a nurse.

- ~
- Go!

Your sister would make a lovely nurse.

So this is normal?

To go to the hospital?

Every case is different.
I'll be there with you.

But I am more different than most?

When it comes to childbirth, every
woman is completely different.

There really is no such thing
as normal or not normal.

Does that make sense? Or
has the sun gone to my head?

There is no sun in England in October.

There you go, then. She
must be talking sense.

Oh, I'm beginning to wonder if this
Cuban crisis will ever be over.

- It does feel never-ending.
- I'm home.

Oh, I was starting to worry.

I walked the long way
back, past the new house.

I didn't know it was
just around the corner

from where Susan Parkin lives.

That's not a name we've heard before.

She goes to St Lawrence's.
She's in my chemistry club.

And soon she'll be at your
bus stop every morning.

- That might cause something
of a "reaction." - Honestly.

I can't even mention a name without
you jumping to conclusions.

This is the ward, Sister.

Oh, you came!

It is you.

Lost to us no longer, but here
before us, perfect and complete.

Well, I'm still in one piece.

I wish we'd found you sooner.

I'm sorry I didn't look harder.

And we will make amends for every
week you've spent away from us,

for every day you spent
beyond the reach of love.

She has never been
beyond the reach of love.

For all love is His, and He is everywhere.

We're going to try to secure your
discharge, but if there's anything

we can do to improve things for
you until then, you must tell us.

There are just so many
patients and so few nurses.

Go on.

Well, it's so full of noise and
chaos that somebody took my Bible,

I didn't even see it go.

That is a-a-an unconscionable act!

I found silence so hard when
I first joined the Order --

I didn't think I could ever crave it.

Port!

Starboard!

Up periscope!

Crow's nest!

Crashing in on my Cubs without
warning. Oh, no, you don't!

We're setting up for a
Civil Defence meeting here.

These boys come to Cubs to learn
useful things by having fun

and that does not include you
scaring the life out of them

with posters illustrating the
perils of the nuclear winter.

- Am I clear? Pack, pack, pack.
- Pack.

Right, lads, let's just wait outside.

Terry!

Linchmere is not an appropriate
environment for Sister Mary Cynthia.

We have to secure her discharge.

Her original detention order
would've expired after 28 days.

Although reactive depression has a
good prognosis in the long term,

it's quite a journey to full recovery.

She will still need care.

Care we can provide at
Nonnatus House, surely?

Would you like me to call the hospital?

I could talk to her psychiatrist
in my capacity as her GP.

I'll come to you if I
may, if I need your help,

but I'd like to do as much
as I possibly can myself.

It's one way of showing her
how much she is valued...

and my way of making amends.

And release the clutch
and pull smoothly away.

That is not the clutch.

You said it was ABC!
Accelerator, brake, clutch!

It is, but in reverse order.

Why does everything about driving
have to be so complicated?!

Right, let's keep it simple.

Emergency stops.

You're going to drive along and
when you're least expecting it,

I will shout "Stop,"

and you will bring the car
to a safe but speedy halt.

- Oh, dear!
- Right.

Find anything suitable?

There's enough in here to keep
baby Farah in matinee jackets

till he starts school.

- I won't ask.
- Best not.

I'm surprised she didn't
pull up a chair beside you.

Actually, I feel much more confident

when she isn't scrutinising my every move.

- I'm sailing along here. - Stop! - Ah!

Scar tissue simply doesn't stretch.

Aside from the need to
widen the exit by cutting,

we'll need to protect the
pelvic floor from damage.

Out of interest, Mrs Farah, did
you suffer from urinary infections

or leakage of stale urine?

I'll speak to a colleague
and get a second opinion,

but we're looking at a hospital delivery

with an elective episiotomy.

Mrs Farah needs to present at
hospital the minute labour starts.

- I'll see she understands.
- Thank you. Goodbye, Mrs Farah.

Well done.

I could m*rder a hot
sweet tea and a biscuit.

Why don't you take a minute to yourself

and I'll see what I can arrange.

She will find contentment here.

Here you are. You'll
feel better after this...

They never come.

We have a visitor. Come to
take one of our ladies away.

This way, Sister.

That's my Bible, Mrs Archibald.

I want you to have it.

Let it comfort you.

Hello!

Mrs Farah? You there?

Mrs Farah?

In a few days' time, when you feel able,

you may wish to join us in
our devotion, or at mealtimes.

But for now you must rest
and replenish your spirit.

It's replenished already
simply by being here.

Oh, these have seen better days.

I'll get you fresh things.

Everything all right, Deka?

Nadifa sent me out so
she can have some peace.

Well, I could use you.

We've got some things
for baby at Nonnatus,

if you want to come and fetch them.

Then can I see inside your bag?

God loves a trier. Come on.

But that's a special soap.

Are you sure?

I think Sister Mary Cynthia
would be perfectly satisfied

with something simpler.

I want her to have it.

I imagine she had nothing
but carbolic in Linchmere.

I'm sorry not to let you
give it to her yourself.

I'm afraid she needs complete
rest. May I give her your regards?

Of course you may, but I'd
rather you gave her my love.

These are frightening times.

Why do we need to paint our windows?

Well, the idea of the white paint is

it deflects the heat
from the initial blast.

And obviously, you need to
paint them on the outside.

President Kennedy will fix
things before it comes to that.

- He could charm the birds
out of the trees. - Hm.

Unfortunately, Khrushchev
isn't a bird, he's a bear,

and bears don't like to back down.

You really think we need to be worried?

There is cause for concern.

It's not looking good.

It's too horrible to think about,
so you'll forgive me if I don't.

I need to go and do a check on Mrs Greene.

And don't forget, spread the word.

You tell one woman to paint her windows,

she tells five of her pals,
and before you know it,

every family in Poplar is
prepared for a nuclear att*ck.

This is my Bunsen burner,
essential kit for testing urine.

What might I be testing it for?

- Protein?
- You are a quick study.

I heard we'd acquired a new midwife.

We finalised the selection
of items for Mrs Farah's baby.

Ah, come on, then, gather it
all up. I'll walk you home.

I hope she's not been making
a nuisance of herself.

I rather like her. She reminds
me of myself at her age.

I was desperate for every bit
of medical knowledge going.

I was particularly interested
in venereal disease.

Hm. Useful to know. All set?

We can show your sister
what we've got for baby.

Nadifa.

Oh, no!

Don't push, Nadifa, you mustn't push.

Let me see.

~

Something about a Kn*fe.

Can you tell your neighbour
to telephone an ambulance?

Nadifa, I need to take a
look at what's happening.

Can you open your legs for me?

~

Nadifa, I know what's in your
head feels real, but it's a memory.

Look around you -- you're in London.

You're all grown up and
you've got a lovely husband

and you're about to have a lovely baby.

Look at me. Look at me!

I'm going to help you.

No Kn*fe.

No Kn*fe.

I spoke to your neighbour.

She's going to look after
you, so you're not on your own.

We need to slow baby down, so
pant with me. Pant. Pant. Pant.

That's it, that's it -- keep it up.

Oh, no!

Right.

Pull over right away.

You're doing so well, but I'm
going to level with you, Nadifa.

All the panting in the world isn't
going to stop this baby coming.

Don't push with this contraction.

Keep panting.

Take a breather for a
second before the next one.

On the next contraction,
when I give you the nod,

I want you to push and I'm going to
help baby out, but not with a Kn*fe.

- Yes?
- Yes.

There's no way for baby to get out,

so I'm going to make an opening
with my special scissors.

Stay with me, Nadifa.

Contraction coming?

OK. So give me some of that panting.

And a little push.

That's the worst over, Nadifa.

And another push.

Head's born.

Nearly there.

One baby!

Meet your little girl.

Let's go.

I longed for this baby, Patrick.

Longed for it, prayed for it.

And now I'm wondering why
my prayers were answered

because I don't know what sort
of a world we're bringing it into.

And what about Timothy and Angela?

You know, President Kennedy has a
son and a daughter, just like us.

And for all we know, his
wife could be pregnant too.

We just have to hope that
he thinks like a father,

as well as a politician.

We just have to hope.

And we're good at that, Shelagh.

Mrs Farah. Our circumcised
lady. Planned episiotomy,

but the baby was coming so I had
to do it myself in the ambulance.

- She has still torn quite badly.
- Thank you.

Valerie, are you all
right? What's happened?

She was in labour, on her own, for hours.

Was the delivery very bad?

The baby was tearing its way out.

Come on. Let's get you cleaned up.

I think perhaps it's time to close
those books for the evening.

I have to keep going over things.

As soon as I think I've understood
one element of doctrine,

I-I read a conflicting
account and I'm lost again.

Well, there is such a thing
as being too widely read,

particularly when it comes to some of

the more arcane areas of theology.

No! I have more to do.

And you can do it tomorrow
when you're rested.

Remember, taking your vows isn't
about what's in those books,

it's about what's in your heart.

Your love for God and his for you.

Without that, none of your
studies mean anything at all.

If God loves me, and
He wants me to do this,

why is He making it so hard?

You must sleep.

Sleep.

And in the morning things
will seem much clearer.

♪ Have I not remembered thee in my bed

♪ And thought upon thee when I was waking?

♪ Because thou hast been my helper

♪ Therefore under the
shadow of thy wings... ♪

I see someone's recovered from her ordeal.

Faduma has.

It might take me a bit longer.

Yes. Give it time.

Thank you.

There's no need to thank me.

I, I was just doing
what I was trained to do.

When I was cut before, they tied
my legs together until I healed.

I was only a child.

Perhaps I was too old when it happened.

My older sister was very young
when it happened to her.

She remembers nothing.

I think perhaps it's better that way.

This is different, Nadifa. Mr Kenley
didn't cut you, he repaired you.

- And nobody here's going to tie
your legs together. - Repaired me?

You were badly torn during
your delivery, Nadifa.

But what has he done?

How has he stitched me?

- I don't know...
- He is a man!

How would he know how I should be sewn?

I'll talk to someone. I'll
see what I can find out.

Your breakfast tray lies
neglected in your room.

The rats may thank you for the
gesture, but your health will not.

I try so hard.

It's as though there's a thick
mist in my brain. I can't study.

I can't even pray.

It's like shouting in whispers,
I'm not sure God can hear me,

and I'm sure I can't hear him.

That is static interference.

It will quiet soon.

No, it's been like this for months,

ever since I became ill. I just
made excuses in the hospital.

I couldn't pray because I didn't
have my Bible, or a chapel,

or silence. And here, I
have all these things.

And there's nothing.

It is no bad thing to be
lost in a fog, all at sea.

When land comes into view again, you
will appreciate it with a keenness

that is denied to those who know
nothing but the safety of the shore.

It's her body, Delia. It's what she knew.

Probably what her husband wanted.

And what about what she wants?

All I can say is,

Mr Kenley said he couldn't
make good a procedure

that never should've been
done in the first place.

And no-one's even told her?

Not yet.

Nurse Busby!

I'm just on my way to a
Civil Defence meeting.

What's the latest?

It's hard to tell with no volume,

but the jist seems to be that if the
USSR doesn't accept Kennedy's deal,

then we're all going
to hell in a hand cart!

I really don't think this is
the time for levity, Barbara.

Sorry. Came out wrong. I think
I'm just trying to be brave.

There's nothing wrong with
that in the middle of all this.

Where are you going, Trixie?

To make a phone call.

May I suggest we spend
the evening in the chapel,

praying for a peaceful
resolution to this conflict.

May I speak to Christopher Dockerill?

Hello. It's Trixie.

I hope you don't think I'm being forward,

but I find myself
unexpectedly free this evening.

'.. for the larger

'intermediate range ballistic m*ssile.

'This is capable of hitting
any major city from Hudson Bay

'to Lima, Peru...'

♪ If he asks if you're all alone

♪ Can he take you home?

♪ You must tell him no

♪ Cos don't forget who's taking you home

♪ And in whose arms you're going to be

♪ So, darling, save the
last dance for me... ♪

'.. is to transform Cuba into
a considerable and significant

'strategic base which could
add quite substantially

'to Russia's rocket capability.'

Terrible to think this could
all be blown away tomorrow.

You'd think the world
would've learned by now.

We've had two wars already this century.

More than that.

I fought in Korea, thanks
to National Service.

My father never recovered from
the things he saw in battle.

He suffered terrible
shellshock all of his life.

Warfare's bad enough when
you're in the middle of it.

To have to keep replaying
it in your mind...

- Sorry. I'm sounding morbid.
- I don't mind.

No, if the world's about
to be blown to smithereens,

you deserve to be shown a good time.

London is your oyster. You choose.
We can do anything you like.

Dine. Dance. Make merry.

I'd think I'd quite like
to sit here with you...

doing not much at all and
just see what happens.

What if this happens?

Did the electric shock
treatment help at all?

It was... cleansing.

Things were clearer for a while.

I thought I'd carry on getting
better here, and I'm not.

- Failed at Linchmere. Failed here.
- You haven't failed.

You, you're succeeding
just by putting one foot

in front of the other,

carrying on along this
scary, rocky, lonely road.

- It is lonely, Doctor.
It's so, so lonely. - I know.

I was once as lonely as you are now.

It was after the w*r... and because of it.

But I was sent somewhere where
people walked beside me.

And things got better after that.

Just at this moment, I can't imagine that.

But I want it so much.

And how can I want
something I can't imagine?

It doesn't make sense!

There's just no room in my head for it.

Let me see what I can do.

I wanted to come to your room.

I wanted to talk to you.

I wanted to know that you were all right,

but I couldn't because
of the way things are.

I don't really know how anything
is at the moment, Trixie.

Then I'm just going to say one thing

and you can dismiss it as
platitude if you prefer,

but I generally find that if you can
summon the courage to sit through

the bleakest day, then in the
end, the weather will change.

You just have to hope that when
the sun comes out you aren't

wearing wellington boots
and a sou'wester, because...

there's nothing worse than being
wrongly dressed for an occasion.

Thank you for the soap and
the message you sent with it.

Well done.

You're healing beautifully.

I will never be mended.

What do you mean?

Deka, take the baby to the next room.

The surgeon -- he left me all wrong.

I must be stitched so my husband is happy.

But the damage you have --

it wouldn't have happened if
you hadn't been circumcised.

That was the problem, not
what Mr Kenley did, nor me.

There's lots of things we can
do to help you feel better.

In time, it will become normal.

There is no normal. Not any more.

Mr Spencer's van is looking very full!

Oh, not another box!
Where did that come from?

The cupboard in the eaves.

Angela's baby things.

Her bath. Her cot.

I asked you to get rid of all this

when we thought our family was complete.

Maybe I never gave up hope.

Just as I haven't that the
Russians will back down.

I've checked every other
room. They're all empty.

- We're not leaving anything behind.
- Thank you, Timothy.

I'll tell Mr Spencer there's one more box.

- Lots of memories.
- Yes.

They don't belong to the house.

They're ours.

They come with us.

There's something about hovering
on the brink of a nuclear w*r

that rather blunts the appetite.

Honestly, I'd tuck in.

If Khrushchev gets his way,
the only vegetables we'll see

for a long time will be out of a tin.

- Mrs Whitten. - Breech?
- No. Baby turned.

So you never told us about your date!

A lady never tells.

But since you ask.

I thought if we're all
going to die anyway,

I might as well let him kiss me.

Evening, all.

Mr Buckle.

- Is there news from Cuba?
- The best news.

The Russians have agreed America's terms.

Kennedy has stood down his weapons.

- It's over?
- Yes. Yes, it is.

We live to see another day.

Is it on the radio?

I want to hear this for myself.

What a relief! I'm so very happy.

Still glad you let your dentist kiss you?

Win-win, I say.

We did not pray in vain.

You certainly did not.

And now we're off a w*r footing,
we can resume your driving lessons.

Did you speak to someone?
What's the hold up?

Mr Spencer misread the address
you wrote down for him.

The van and all our worldly
possessions have gone to Kent!

And they say it's doctors
who have poor handwriting.

Patrick, I feel like an absolute fool.

Then we're a fine pair.

While I was at the phone box,

I also rang the Electricity Board
to ask why we've not been connected.

It transpires I gave them
the wrong connection date.

We have no electricity
until tomorrow afternoon.

Dr Turner has recommended
a hospital near Birmingham.

It's called Northfield.

It's a very gentle, therapeutic community.

Not at all like Linchmere.

- Is that where he went?
- Many years ago, yes.

- Can I ask you for one
more kindness? - Anything.

Could you contact the Mother House

and ask them to send
me my postulant's dress?

- Your postulant's dress?
- I left Nonnatus House in it before.

I want to leave in it again

because once, then, I knew
who I was, where I was going,

what there was at the end of the road.

And now I don't know any of those things.

I want to go right back
to the beginning...

.. to where I was when everything
was clean, nothing was impossible.

And that means wearing
my postulant's dress.

I think that's very sensible.

Goodness.

A Melton Mowbray pork
pie and a vanilla slice.

You certainly do know how to treat a girl.

Yes, I decided to push the boat out.

But I do have something that might
be a little more to your taste.

I thought we should have something
special to toast the new peace.

Gosh!

Something wrong?

Not at all.

Only I'm on call tonight and
we're not allowed to imbibe.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think.
- Don't worry.

I'll simply hold it up in an
elegant way and pretend. Like so.

Well, you really do look rather wonderful.

Chin-chin!

It was very good of Nurse Crane to
lend us the Cubs' sleeping bags.

I keep finding things in mine.

- I think there's a woggle
at the bottom. - Lucky you.

The only thing in mine
is the faint aroma of wee.

It reminds me of when we went
camping. Best holiday ever.

Oh, don't. Keep our voices
down or we'll wake Angela.

We're very lucky though, aren't we?

Yes. Yes, we are.

Ready?

- Baby's doing extremely well.
- And so is Mum.

This was donated to the
toy box at the clinic,

but I thought Deka might make use of it,

given her interest in all things medical.

Deka is not here. She's leaving
on the boat with a chaperone.

She's going back to Somaliland?

Deka didn't say anything about leaving.

She didn't know. None of us
did. My mother decided it.

There was a ticket.
And... And it was time.

She's gone to be cut.

How could you?

How could you let her go

when you could've d*ed
from what they did to you?!

You're going to live with the
damage for the rest of your life.

Do you really want the same for Deka?

Do you really want some man to pin
her down and cut and sew her closed?

Is that what you want, Mrs Farah?

My name is not Mrs Farah.

In my country, a woman does
not take her husband's name --

she is her own person called
after her own family line.

My name is Nadifa Ghedi Jama.

And no man would dare
cut me or my sisters --

the person who holds a Kn*fe is a woman!

The person who calls Deka
back to be cut is a woman!

Her own mother who loves her,
who wants her to be respected,

to be clean, and to find a good husband.

And to be those things...

.. she must be cut.

She will not be scared.
She is braver than me.

'Deka was escorted back to her homeland

'where her family were
waiting and she was cut,

'like generations of women before her.'

See you after my holiday!

Dr Turner!

I hoped we'd see you.

I'm Nurse Barrington, but
everyone calls me Barry.

What would you like to be
called while you're with us?

If you don't mind, and if
I'm allowed to choose...

.. I'd just like to be called
by my name, which is Cynthia.

'There are so many secret wounds,
so many types of hidden scar.

'Nadifa, in time, decided
that her own little girl

'would not be circumcised.

'It was a bold step and it took courage...

'like every new journey.

'The soul, being stronger than we
think, can survive all mutilations

'and the marks upon it make
it perfect and complete.'

They can give her
artificial legs, already?

Roehampton's working with a
number of Thalidomide children.

Just tell them, "Yes."

This isn't funny, Valerie!

Christopher's obviously
involved with someone else!

And I don't want 'em taking her anywhere

where they think she's a
freak that needs fixing!

If we don't let them try and mend her,

then her life's over before it's begun!

Nurse Crane should stand down from duties

until the situation is resolved.

If you caused harm to someone else...

would it not make you question everything

your life has come to stand for?