07x03 - Episode 3

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What is a family?

Is it the tie of flesh and blood?

Our facial features and the
traits we inherit and pass on?

Or is it the rhythm

our hearts b*at out...

.. marking out the days we share?

Good morning.

Family is our touchstone, our haven.

Family is the place where life begins.

Thank you.

Magda's worked out
rather well, hasn't she?

Yes, don't know what you
were worrying about, Patrick.

Me!

Now what are you going to
do with your evening off?

I have promised to help
Timothy with his French.

And in return I'm going to teach her to
bat an absolutely stinging square-cut!

I believe it's some kind of sport.

Timothy, Magda doesn't
want to play cricket!

You should be out socialising.

Why don't you go and say hello
to the girls at Nonnatus House?

They always seem so busy.

And I have my best friends here already.

Don't I? Say, "Goodbye, Mummy".

Bye, darling.

Is everything all right, lass?

Gordon's on nights at the paint factory.

I'm on my own a lot in the day,
I just... get a bit behind.

Why don't I just help you
to do a bit of a tidy-up

before your husband gets home?

Hey, Mrs Lunt.

Oh!

I made that myself, you know.

I sew all sorts and I knit, I
used to make all the kids' clothes.

It's very nice.

Now I'm going to book you
into the maternity home

so that you don't have to
worry about anything but Baby.

You must be Mr Lunt.

I was just saying to your wife that,
all things considered, I think

it best she give birth
in the maternity home.

I'm sorry but that's not happening.

Mr Lunt, in my view,

everything is just a bit too
much for your wife at the moment.

She's going nowhere.

We could do a jumble sale.

People love rooting around
in other people's rubbish.

A jumble sale?!

Why can't we just go to Margate
like normal people at Whitsun?

Cos I promised the WVS that
I'd organise something,

and I'm a woman of my word.

Ere, ere, look at this.

Miss United Kingdom, Diane
Westbury, look what she's up to.

We could do our own beauty
competition Whit Monday.

Miss Poplar 1963.

They're all the rage now,
you know, beauty contests.

- I don't think so.
- Well why not? We could do it together.

I could sell tickets, we'd make
a packet for the CDC and the WVS.

You just want to see all the
local girls in their smalls!

No, I just want to see my lovely
lady wife put her talents to

something better than
a blinking jumble sale.

Well, when you put it like that.

I suppose we'd see the girls
in their evening dresses.

Swimwear...

We could have a home-made dress category!

I'll order new stock, pronto.

Hello, Mrs Turner! Lovely day.

Isn't it just? I was
hoping to have a word.

You might've seen our new
Hungarian au pair, Magda?

Ooh, yes, ever so glamorous
isn't she? How's she getting on?

Wonderfully. I don't know
how we managed without her.

The problem is she doesn't
know anyone here apart from us.

Her family are stuck in Hungary and
she hasn't seen them for years.

I'd love it if she could make
some friends and settle in a bit.

How about sending her
along to Keep Fit tonight?

We always have a giggle,
she'll be one of us in no time.

Miss Poplar 1963.

Now we've just got to find entrants.

And sell tickets. Hmm.
I'll put the word out.

Do you really think we
can pull this off, Fred?

If we don't raise at least 100
quid, I will wear that myself.

Can everyone change into their
leotards, please, we're running late.

Magda, isn't it? I'm
really glad you could come.

- I'm Valerie.
- Thank you, it is lovely to be here.

I hear you've just come
from Paris? How wonderful!

I think I prefer London.

We're not quite the City of
Light, but we try our best.

Sorry I'm late. I have been busy planning!

Fred and I are organising the
first Miss Poplar beauty contest.

It's going to be on Whit Monday.

So whose name can I put down?

Oh, there's a £5 prize and a free hairdo.

There's a home-made dress category
and I'll even knock a few bob off.

I will enter.

Go on, then, I will too.

Sounds like it might be fun.

Trixie, what about you?

Oh, now that Christopher and
I are very serious, I think

I'd better step aside on this one.

But I'll be there to cheer you on.

Now, chop chop, ladies, let's get going.

Magda, follow me.

So, children, in front of me I
have a bowl of water, a flannel,

a bar of soap and a tin of talcum powder.

These are things we should use every day.

Morning and night.

And just to help you all
on your way, I'm going

to give each of you your own bar of
Wright's Coal Tar Soap to take home.

Do come and collect one.

There's one for you, too!

She's been having trouble
concentrating recently.

Well, come and collect yours, Wendy.

Oh, dear!

Do try and look where you put your feet.

She's always tripping over herself.

Your knees all right?

That child's really in quite a state.

Unwashed, undernourished,
not to mention the nits.

And her legs are covered in
the most horrible bruises.

I don't know if she's
simply a clumsy child, or...

There's something more worrying.

There's certainly some neglect.

So who knows what else?

What did you say her name was?

Wendy Lunt.

I saw Mrs Lunt yesterday.

Wendy's her eldest.

Something's wrong.

And Mr Lunt...

Think he might have something
to do with these bruises?

I don't know.

I know something's up.

I've asked her to come into clinic.

Better not. Swimwear.

Oh, my! You're brave.

Oh, no, I didn't mean because...

- Are you entering?
- Lord, no!

My mother would have me on
the first boat back to Jamaica

if she found out.

I've volunteered to help with
the stage management instead.

The whole thing puts me in mind
of the Great Yorkshire Show.

All those prize Jerseys being
paraded around in their ribbons.

Haven't these young women
better things to do than be

gawped at in their unmentionables?

Nurse Crane! I'm sure Violet is
planning a very family-minded event.

I shall happily volunteer
myself for duty that evening

along with any other dissenters.

This is naught but a modern
rendering of the May Queen.

These young girls are offerings
to the fertility gods.

Once, they would've
been sacrificed to them.

Maybe I will have one of those after all.

Er, a moment on the lips, Valerie!

If you're hungry, have a slice of Nimble.

Hello there, I see you've
brought your children.

They didn't want to go to school.

Well, you can have a biscuit in the
cafe while you wait for your mother.

Hello, Mrs Lunt, I'm glad you're here.

Come with me.

And you can collect your prescription

- from Mrs Turner at the desk.
- Thank you.

I'm afraid your blood pressure's
a little high, Mrs Lunt.

Are you feeling anxious?

Why aren't the children in school?

Wendy's been helping me at the laundrette.

They ain't had clean clothes for a while.

And how is everything at home, Mrs Lunt?

Anything you tell me
will be in confidence.

Gordon wouldn't like me talking to you.

I'm going to get Dr Turner
to pop in while you're here.

I won't be a minute.

That's the last box of ribbons.

You'll have to contact the wholesaler!

12 entrants and I'm having
to turn people away.

Oh!

- You going to enter then, Fred?
- Nah, wouldn't be fair on you girls.

I'd walk it.

Oh, you're still here.

Having afternoon tea.

Quite as good as
Claridges, wouldn't you say?

Oh...

I'm afraid your mother had to go home.

Can I have a word, Nurse Franklin?

I'm very worried about Wendy and Kevin.

It's their mother that concerns me.

One mention of the doctor and she
bolted leaving the children behind.

I'll take them. They can walk with me.

Thank you, Trixie.

Nurse Franklin's going to look after you.

Where's our mum gone?

I'm afraid I don't know.

It's cos she don't love us any more!

I'm sure that's not true,
sweetie! I'll take you home.

Get inside.

What are you, a nurse?

Can I come in? I'd like
to speak to Mrs Lunt.

She's asleep.

I'll wait.

How long has it been like this, Mr Lunt?

Months.

This place used to be her pride and joy.

And now I'm ashamed to let you see it.

Pregnancy can be a difficult time.

Some women do feel low.

It was happening before she
fell pregnant. She don't eat.

She don't wash. She don't
lift a finger round the house.

- It's like something's got stuck up here.
- Has she seen the doctor?

That's the thing.

Her old man d*ed in the nuthouse.

And I'm frightened they'll take one
look at her and cart her off there too.

So you've been trying
to manage on your own?

We've been living off scraps.

The kids' clothes are filthy.

We ain't been doing too well, nurse.

Let me make her an
appointment with Dr Turner.

No, no, no, no.

I know what them doctors are like.

Just for a check-up. She won't
be "carted off" anywhere.

Is that a promise, nurse?

Are you going to help Mum get better?

I'm going to try.

I promise I'll do everything
I can to help you all.

How's that?

The name's Buckle...

.. Fred Buckle.

Where on earth did you get that?!

Borrowed it off of Mickey
Lawson's brother-in-law.

He does the bingo calling
down at the Granada.

I thought, well, if I'm
going to do the MC-ing,

might as well look the part.

It's not meant to be funny!

I thought I look rather dashing.

You look very handsome indeed.

It might just need a small adjustment.

Reflexes are normal, Mrs Lunt.

Stick out your tongue, please.

Now raise your arms for me like this.

Your arms look fidgety.

How have you been feeling
lately, in yourself?

Right as rain.

All the girls are representing
their place of work.

There's Miss Tate & Lyle Typing Pool,

Miss Weights And Measures Office,

Miss Frith's the Confectioner.

And you'll all be wearing swimsuits?

And evening dresses and there's
a home-made dress round, too.

So I was wondering if I could
go as Miss Nonnatus House?

Or perhaps Miss Black Sail Public House?

So a busy afternoon ahead.

Ooh, and while I remember,

Nurse Anderson, I'd like you
to visit Mrs Norman, only do be

wary, her husband's got an Alsatian
and he can be rather amorous.

The husband or the dog?

Good afternoon, Dr Turner!

I'm afraid I'm going to
rather spoil those smiles.

I saw one of your ladies this morning.

Doreen Lunt.

Oh, how is she?

I hate to say this,

but it's almost certainly some
kind of neurological problem.

Possibly a brain tumour.

I've referred her to the
Neurology Department.

Oh, no. Poor Mrs Lunt.

Poor Mr Lunt, too.

He's barely managing to hold
the family together as it is.

Valerie?

Oh, sorry.

You caught me red-handed.

I keep my secret cache of
chocolate in the fridge.

Thank you.

Underneath the Ergometrine.

Come on, let's go and
get this dress sorted.

Hold still...

This will do nicely.

You deserve a cocktail.

- From me, to say thank you.
- What a treat!

A Soixante Quinze.

I learnt how to make them in Paris.

Not for me, thank you.

I don't want to smudge.

At school they told us

nail polish was the worst
kind of Western decadence.

They're quite wrong.
It's the very best kind.

We used burnt match sticks for eyeliner,

and beetroot juice for rouge.

You can imagine what arriving
in the West was like.

Was it dangerous? Getting
across the Iron Curtain?

We went at night.

Had to lie flat on the ground every time

the searchlight of the
watchtower came round.

Then we dug a hole to get under the wire.

Six weeks in an Austrian refugee
camp, then I managed to reach Paris.

I thought my journey here was hard.

It was nothing compared to yours.

Did a handsome Frenchman
sweep you off your feet?

Something like that.

He was a student at the Sorbonne.

Very clever, very charming.

We planned to marry.

So why on earth did you
swap Paris for Poplar?!

After he thought I was
flirting with his friend.

Oh, no.

I am glad I left, it leaves
me free to meet Sean Connery.

To Paris.

To London.

To best home-made dress.

Any headaches, Mrs Lunt?

Fit as a fiddle.

Could you take a seat for me now?

Well, I think we can
rule out a brain tumour.

I'll contact your GP.

Mr Dockerill, you really are rather late.

If you weren't so dashing
in your summer suit

- I should be positively furious.
- I'm so sorry.

It was Alexandra.

Oh, don't tell me the
rabbit escaped again!

She wet herself at school.

Oh, no, poor thing.

And apparently it wasn't the first time.

She's been having nightmares.

Every night, for over a month now.

- Moira wants her to see
a psychiatrist. - Oh.

Seems a rather drastic step to me.

Children have these phases, don't they?

She'll probably be fine
by the time she sees him.

Yes, I'm sure.

The Birds is on at the Rialto.

Shall we go and scare
ourselves silly again?

So how many tickets you sold so far, then?

Erm...

Oh, 11.

Er, to the WVS.

Only the older ladies, mind, the younger girls
don't seem to want their husbands to come.

Dr Atherton thinks that your
wife has an illness called

Huntington's Chorea.

Never heard of it.

It's a very rare condition
that runs in families.

It causes problems with the
way that you move your body,

and the way you think and speak.

So what if she's a bit slow?

We can live with that, can't we?

I'm afraid it will get worse
over the next few years.

Eventually it affects
every part of the body.

I'm so sorry, Mrs Lunt.

I need a smoke.

We will support you both, and the
children, in every way we can.

She's going to get better, right?

I mean, this ain't like when her dad d*ed.

You can do all sorts nowadays,

they can put a man in
space for Christ's sake.

I wish I could say yes.

There are some things we just
don't understand well enough

to be able to treat.

Is she going to...?

Not for a long time.

It's unlikely she'll be able to live
at home for more than a few years.

And the kids?

I mean, if her dad had it,
then they might get it too.

There's a 50% chance.

I am so very, very sorry.

What time do you call this?!

Tea's in the oven, the
chops'll be like shoe leather.

Not to worry.

I may've had a pickled egg or two.

Oh, so while I've been
slaving over my sashes,

you've been down the Black Sail.

How many you had?!

One... erm... in the Waterman.

And one in the Admiral.

No! Maybe two in the Admiral.

Fred Buckle, you idle drunken beggar!

It was business, not pleasure!

What's that?

Ticket sales.

We are sold out.

Oh!

Remember that day at Clacton?

When I made us go swimming.

Even though we was the only
ones mad enough to go in.

I'm going to look after you.

And the baby.

And the kids.

All of us.

I ain't going to let you down.

Yeah, I know, darling.

You have a good shift, yeah?

Yes, absolutely, thank you.

Mrs Lunt's gone into labour.

I've been looking into Huntingdon's
Chorea just in case it would

affect the birth.

There's no treatment for it.

It's in her genes.

It's as much a part of her as her
eye colour or the size of her feet.

That poor family.

One wonders if she'll be able
to manage with the new baby.

Come in.

Oh, Lucille, we've sold all the tickets!

That's wonderful, isn't it?

Yes, but there's still so much to do.

There's the music, the set design,
not to mention the refreshments.

You couldn't take on a
few extra jobs, could you?

Of course! I do love a community
event, reminds me of home.

Thank you, Lucille! I took
the liberty of making a list.

Thank you.

You're aware that both the Pill

and the Dutch cap can only be
prescribed for married women.

I'm getting married in a few months' time.

Ah, well, I'd like to make
sure everything's in order.

So, jump up on the bed and
we'll do the internal exam.

Make yourself comfortable.

Put this here and have a feel.

When was the first day of
your last period, Miss Kovacs?

I can't remember.

In France.

Well you might want to get a
move on with your wedding plans.

I'd say you're two months' pregnant.

Everything's progressing nicely.

You're doing very well indeed.

Would you like a drink?

Is there anything else I can get you?

All I want is quiet, nurse.

Reckon my body knows
what it's doing by now.

Of course.

What can I do?

If you decide to stay here, we can
provide all your antenatal care...

No...

I mean for an abortion.

I'm sorry, Miss Kovacs,

there are no circumstances
under which that is allowable.

Except in the gravest
thr*at to the mother's life.

But in Hungary it is legal up to 12 weeks.

This is not the Communist block,
Miss Kovacs, this is England,

and we do not give out abortions
to any woman who demands one.

But I cannot have a baby.

I have no family, no friends, no money.

Please, there must be
some way you can help.

Well, what about your fiance?

There is no fiance, is there?

Small breaths. Pant.

That's it.

Small pushes.

Gently.

Small pushes. Small pushes.

Gently now.

Gently.

Here we are.

Nearly there.

Just the shoulders.

There...

There...

Clever girl.

I've got her.

I've got her.

Well done, Doreen.

You have a perfect daughter.

Is she really mine?

Yes, she is.

Mm? Mm...

You go to your mummy now.

Sshh...

I love you, baby.

Relax.

Now, tummies pulled in, bosoms out.

Deep breath and smile.

Now, Valerie, nice short steps, and
remember to look at your audience!

You look as though you're trying
to catch the number seven bus.

I want to see you glide like a
swan, not galumph like an elephant.

And try and look as though
you're enjoying yourselves!

Come on then, girls.

♪ How do you do what you do... ♪

Much better!

And glide!

And glide...

Sorry.

I told you about my Frenchman.

What about you?

You must have boyfriend.

Men are altogether more
trouble than they're worth.

So you have had boyfriends?

I might've done!

Did you take precautions?

Magda!

I'm sorry.

If I ask you something, would you
promise not to tell anybody else?

If you were to get into trouble...

is there somewhere you would go?

A lady who might help you?

A lady who might...?

Do you mean...?

Do you think you might be...?

Please. I know it is not legal,

but I've read about women
who I could go to...

Believe me, that is not a
road you want to go down,

and if you'd seen the things I've
seen, you wouldn't even be asking.

Have you told the Turners?

You've got to tell them.

They can help.

Promise me, no more talk of finding one
of those women, you hear? Promise me.

From what I can see, it shouldn't blister.

She's always dropping stuff.

Drives us all mad.

Oh and many congratulations
on your new arrival, Mr Lunt.

- I'm thrilled for you all.
- Thanks, Doc.

Are Wendy's movements a bit unstable?

Apparently, barely a day goes past

without Wendy tripping over,
or dropping something.

Her limbs are stiff and rigid,

and she's been irritable and
underperforming in school.

I've referred her to St Cuthburt's.

You're not thinking she's
got Huntington's as well?

There's a juvenile version
that causes these symptoms.

It's incredibly rare for a child

to develop it this early
from their mother.

But it's not unheard of.

Drum roll, please.

Now this is truly a first.

Traditional Hungarian porkolt stew
with paprika and caraway seeds.

Oh, it smells delicious.

Is it one of your mother's dishes Magda?

My grandmother's. My mother
was usually too busy nursing.

Actually, Mrs Turner...

I was wondering if I could
borrow your nursing books.

I have decided I would like
to apply for nursing training,

after I finish working for you.

- Of course. That's wonderful news!
- The family trade, eh?

I'm sure your parents
would be very proud, Magda.

- I'll dig out my old books for you.
- Thank you.

And we've got all the back copies
of the Lancet you can manage.

Hmm...

She's a little darling, ain't she, Nurse?

She most certainly is.

I've brought her bottle for you.

Mrs Lunt?

She seems to want to hold her
excessively, barely puts her down.

But she's shown little interest
in feeding or changing her.

Is it the illness?

It could be.

Or it could be the
exhaustion of any new mother.

- I hope it's the latter.
- So do I.

Let's just give her time.

She'll be with us for a few days yet.

Is there any news of Wendy?

She's with the neurologist today.

Now, Wendy, pop onto the couch
for me, there's a good girl.

What did the psychiatrist say?

That we need a very fixed set of rules.

That I should only see her
on fixed days of the week.

That I shouldn't meet her from
school any more, because it...

.. singles her out and
emphasises the stigma of divorce.

And that she shouldn't have to
see you if she doesn't want to.

Doesn't she want to see me?

She loves you almost as much
as I do, Trixie, but she's...

If you do really love me,
don't say anything else.

I said at the very beginning,
that I didn't want to meet her

if it wasn't going to be good for her.

You aren't to blame for any of this.

No.

But nor is she.

We'll work this out, I promise you.

There's a way for us all to be happy

and we're going to find it.

Daddy...

.. I want to go home.

Of course, sweetheart.

Have you told Mrs Turner yet?

You must tell her.

I started bleeding in the night.

I think the problem may be fixing itself.

A bit of blood can be normal.

I'm sorry, but it doesn't
mean you'll lose it.

Remember what you promised me.

And for Heaven's sake, tell Mrs Turner.

That's it.

Good afternoon, Mr Lunt.

Come to say hello to
your two lovely girls?

Been to see that doctor again.

What did he say?

- Wendy's got it, too.
- Oh, no.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr Lunt.

They're talking about...

.. sending her away from
her family, to some...

.. residential home.

He knows we ain't going
to be able to manage,

what with Doreen in the
state that she's in.

Perhaps if you got things a bit
more under control at home.

There are health visitors, social
workers who can support you.

No, no as soon as they get
their foot in the door,

then we're done for.

But you could help us, Nurse.

You promised.

You said you'd do
whatever you could. Please.

Please.

Help me help my kids.

If you promise

to get the proper help once we've
got you shipshape, then yes.

I will.

♪ Tonight you're mine...

♪ Completely...

Abortion.

♪ You give your love so sweetly... ♪

Hello, Wendy.

Hello, Kevin.

Are you ready to learn
how to sterilise a bottle?

♪ But will you love me tomorrow? ♪

Ergometrine.

"Make the uterine muscle contract".

♪ Or just a moment's pleasure?

♪ Can I

♪ Believe the magic of your sighs?

♪ Will you still love me

♪ Tomorrow?

♪ Tonight with words

♪ Unspoken

♪ You say that I'm the only one... ♪

Well done, Mr Lunt.

It's a fine homecoming
for your new daughter.

- Mm...
- Is that you, Magda?

Madga?

Are you feeling unwell?

I'll see to him, Mrs Turner.

Midwife calling. Good afternoon, Mrs Lunt.

I was nearby, so I thought I'd
come and see how you were doing.

Shall I take her?

Oh... There, there, sweetheart.

What's the matter? Are you hungry?

No.

You need changing.

Yes.

You poor little thing.

♪ We walked the road of life

♪ Together... ♪

That you, Trix?

Yes.

Getting an early night
before the big day tomorrow?

Everything looking
shipshape at the institute?

Absolutely.

Mr Lunt, your daughter's nappy
hadn't been changed for some time.

I know how hard you've tried.

I know how much you want to keep
your children at home with you.

But Mrs Lunt...

.. simply isn't well enough
to take care of them any more.

But I know what I'm doing
now, Doc. Nurse showed me.

Your wife's condition is
only going to get worse.

It's likely the baby will
need to go to a foster carer.

And there is a place ready for
Wendy at the residential home.

I'm so sorry, Mr Lunt.

As a father myself, I can
only imagine how it feels.

You did everything you could.

- No-one could've done more.
- I'll try harder.

Please.

Help, Nurse. Please.

Don't let 'em take our kids.

I'm so sorry.

Fit for a queen.

Well, a beauty queen, at least.

Oh, please let that be Lucille.
She said she'd be here by ten.

Don't panic, Mrs Buckle. I'm here,
and bearing gifts from my church.

Well, more of a loan.

A microphone.

I made a strict promise to
return it at the end of the day.

Lucille, you are truly Heaven sent.

There you go.

Magda!

Now's no time for studying,
you should be getting ready!

Yes.

Take your seats, folks

-- and prepare to be dazzled
by the most gorgeous girls,

the finest fillies,

and stunned by the loveliest
ladies you are ever likely to see.

- Violet! - Truly the flower
of womanhood in full bloom.

And I count my lovely wife amongst them.

I do hope Teddy will
be good for Mrs Towey.

She promised to bring Angela shortly
so she can give the bouquets.

Here he comes.

Good luck with the music.

And remember, Timothy...

.. focus on the piano.

Meanwhile, for your delight,
on the old Joanna, we have young

Timothy Turner!

How are you?

Have you spoken to Shelagh?

Everything under control?

Yes, here's the list of girls.

Thank you.

Sorry!

OK.

- Good luck, ladies.
- Hurry up, girls. We need you backstage.

I've got a bad headache.
Can you tell them I'm sorry?

Course.

And so, ladies and gentlemen...

welcome to the very first
Miss Poplar beauty contest!

Prepare to be dazzled by perfection.

Fanfare, please!

You look lovely.

- I feel nervous. - Good
luck. - Ladies and gentlemen,

for your delectation, here they are!

12 home grown luscious ladies,

all representing a local business.

Shelagh, Magda had to go home, she's ill.

- Did you pick 'em Fred?
- No! The wife would k*ll me, wouldn't you love?

Fred Buckle!

Should we meet our first girl?

- Such a shame about Magda. Maybe I should go
and check on her. - 'She's Margaret Brittan...

Oh, Angela!

Come and have a look at the pretty ladies.

She's a trainee accountant...

Let's have a big hand for our first girl,

she's a trainee accountant
at Herb-son Brown.

Isn't she lovely?

And finally, what would you
do to bring about world peace?

I'd put a Poplar woman in charge.

Anyone who's seen my auntie at
closing time on a Saturday knows...

.. we don't put up with any messing.

Here, here!

And I have no doubt, we have
a future Miss Great Britain

in the room here today, and
maybe even a future Miss World!

You heard it here first, folks!

Magda, is it not?

Sorry, I have to go.

Ladies and gentlemen, the results are in.

Patience is a virtue.

In reverse order...

Miss Poplar 1963 is...

Wait for it!

Miss Weights and Measures
Office, Ruth Gardner!

Congratulations to our lovely winner!

But you're all winners, and
I think you're all fabulous,

so can we have a big round
of applause for everybody,

ladies and gentlemen?

And a special commendation for...

.. Miss Black Sail Public
House for best home-made dress.

And she did it all
herself, you know, at home!

And a round of applause please for
our flower girl, Angela Turner.

Put your hands together now and
thank all our lovely contestants.

Aren't they wonderful?

Sister Monica Joan called
from Nonnatus House.

Something's wrong with Magda.

[And finally, I'd like to
thank you all for coming out]

- [and supporting...]
- Look after those for me, love.

Oh, no.

I saw her hastening away.

Ergometrine.

What on earth was she
doing with ergometrine?

I'm afraid...

- She's pregnant.
- What?!

I believe she may have sought
solace among the seedlings

in Fred Buckle's allotment.

Magda?

Magda, can you hear me?

Can you call an ambulance?

Magda, did you take ergometrine?

Are you trying to cause an abortion?

I'm waiting for it to...

.. come away.

Number six is inconsolable in the ladies.

I shall dispense tissues
and words of comfort.

Can I get a photo?

The two of us!

I should've told you.

I'm so sorry.

Why didn't she talk to me?

They've performed a D and
C to stop the bleeding.

She's unwell, but stable.

Why didn't I see it?

None of this is your fault.

She was under our roof, our employee.

And I gave her the books, Patrick...

Magda is being discharged
from hospital today.

I should've told Mrs Turner.

Then she might not have done it.

You respected her privacy.

Without your prompt action, she
would almost certainly have d*ed.

Sister Monica Joan's actions
are to be commended, too.

I have often sought sanctuary
in that allotment myself.

Poor child.

But...

.. an abortion on convent grounds.

Not to mention the theft of dr*gs.

Will the incident be reported?

I've been trying to answer
that question myself.

Magda has suffered greatly.

I cannot, in all conscience,
inflict further pain.

You be a good girl for Nurse Franklin now.

And remember how much your
old mum and dad love you.

- Mum doesn't.
- You must never say that, you hear me?

Your mum's not very well.

She's not herself any more, but
she loves you very, very much.

Doreen...

.. Wendy's going now.

I suggest we make a detour via
the sweetie shop on the way.

It's actually rather a treat,
me taking you to Roseleigh Park.

I can never resist a bus
ride on a sunny morning.

I always close my eyes and pretend
I'm Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday.

Wendy!

You forgot this.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I think this lady must
be Mrs Collins, Wendy.

She seems to be expecting us.

Everyone looks happy.

I'm sure they're all terribly
contented little souls.

Then why do they put 'em in here?

Because it's for the best.

Are you sure you don't
want a lift to the station?

I am going to miss you, my darling.

But I have to go back to Paris, to
train as a nurse, like your mummy.

These are for you.

Write to us, Magda -- and
let us know how you are.

I wish your job didn't hurt you so much.

So do I.

Sometimes.

But I wish it didn't
hurt other people more.

No, Trixie.

You've had to do an appalling thing,

but I don't doubt for a
single moment that the care

and love you showed while
doing it made everything better

for everyone concerned.

Thank you for understanding me.

Now I need you to
understand something else.

I want you to go back to your wife.

She's my ex-wife.

And I don't love her, Trixie. I love you.

You love your daughter, too.

If you can't make that little
girl feel cherished and safe,

she's going to go through her whole
life feeling lonely and afraid.

Because she'll be poised to run away.

To take flight, before
something hurts her.

I'm not leaving you, Trixie.

If you don't do whatever you
have to do to create a stable

and secure world for
that beautiful child...

.. then I won't be able to feel the
same way about you that I do now.

We can't just end this.

We can't just walk away
from this amount of love.

Think of it as... walking
towards someone else.

And when you see Alexandra,

tell her everything is
going to be all right.

Because it will be.

And you give her my...

.. deepest and dearest love.

Goodbye, Christopher.

'Love is always deserved by everyone.

But it is not always given,
no matter where we search,

or however much we long for it.

And families can be torn,

as well as drawn together,

by the tie of flesh and blood

and the genes that define us,

or which we inherit and pass on.

Family is the place where life begins.

But it can wound us, even as it nurtures,

leaving us empty instead of fulfilled.

Our hearts b*at so loudly...

that we want only silence.

You have taken another wife?

We are blessed.

You are the father?

There she is!

I wonder if she felt
lonely up there by herself?

She's a fearless adventurer,
fulfilling her destiny.

You're a nurse and a midwife.

And there are rules,

rules you've broken.

Are you going to report me?