06x08 - Episode 8

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'Our future can never
be wholly known to us.

'Our present, like an arrow,
can point the way ahead...

'.. but we never know where it will land,

'or what will be waiting
for us as we fall to Earth.'

Nothing from Hong Kong?

No... Not yet.

I shall not partake of crumpets.

They are too multicellular,
and too spongiform.

And, in this case, they are too cold.

They've only just been toasted.

Grace was said betwixt their
toasting and their presentation.

And it was a very long grace,

comprised almost entirely
of unnecessary pauses.

I was told today that the Family
Contraceptive Clinics were launching

district clinics in an attempt
to cut down waiting lists.

I hope there's going
to be one in our clinic.

We're going to get one
in our Community Centre.

On Tuesday afternoons, in
the small room at the back.

It's been suggested that
patients use the side door.

But the unmarried mothers
use the side door.

Why can't everyone come in at the front?

They're just women, not criminals.

I don't think you need to use quite
such strong terms, Nurse Dyer.

I'm sorry, Sister.

Everyone coming to that clinic
is married, or about to be.

Those are the rules.

So why should they be made to
feel ashamed, or even embarrassed?

Men have been buying contraception
from the barber's for years,

apparently.

A short back and sides and then,
"something for the weekend."

Women should be able to
take care of their health

in exactly the same way.

"I'll have a perm and
the contraceptive pill."

I shall be assisting the
doctor for the first few weeks,

so I will have the chance to make
up my own opinion on such matters.

You seem very engrossed in
your letter, Nurse Gilbert.

My father has been given
a missionary posting.

Ooh!

He'll be passing through
London on his way to New Guinea.

Your distress is not without foundation.

There are tales of missionaries
served for luncheon in those climes,

and evidence that suggests
that they are not apocryphal.

That's not why I'm
upset, Sister Monica Joan.

I'm upset because he's
going for three years.

There's a lot to be done in New Guinea.

And I don't want to stand
in the way of that, or him.

That would be so wrong and so selfish.

But ever since I was a child,
ever since I knew what love meant,

I wanted him to be the one
who conducted my wedding.

I knew it, too. From the moment I met him.

Tom, we weren't even engaged then.

Other girls always seemed to dream
about veils and white dresses.

I just dreamed about him standing
there, waiting for me at the altar.

Ready to hand me over to a
man whose face I couldn't see.

And now...

I know exactly who that man is.

But my father isn't there

because he's going to be 8,000
miles away for three years.

I don't want to wait three years, Barbara.

Nor do I.

What are we going to do?

I'm not at all content about there
being a separate entrance for

the Family Contraceptive Clinic.

I'm not terribly keen either, but
it's what the FCC have asked for.

Confidentiality is paramount, apparently.

Properly kept records are paramount!

And we'll have women running in
round the side for contraception

then strolling through the
middle corridor for their

clinic appointments without
anyone booking them in.

There's hardly going to be hordes
of patients going direct from

Family Planning to Antenatal.

I was talking about mothers
bringing babies to the clinic.

And your role as Acting Sister
doesn't entitle you to be facetious.

Please be advised that I'm not
taking this personally, Nurse Crane.

Mrs Turner's clearly at
the mercy of her hormones.

Could I prevail upon you
to join me in the kitchen?

I'd like your opinion on a mother
who's not doing what she ought.

Oh, hello, Wilma.

What can I do for you today?

I'd like a set of brass buttons,

with an anchor detail,
if you got 'em, please.

Planning on running away to sea?

No, thanks! I once got sick
on a pedalo at Margate.

But I am sprucing up my navy two-piece

because, as of tomorrow,
I am back at work.

Gail's nearly one now and my
sister Freda's going to have her.

And Debbie and Denise are both at school.

Well, fingers crossed that

Mother Nature doesn't
give you another surprise.

There'll be no surprises for
me, I've got everything in hand.

Can I leave these
leaflets on your counter?

I'm going to be a corsetiere at Constanza.

Ooh! Constanza's a very superior brand!

Are you all right, Mrs Buckle?

I just got a bit hot and bothered
sorting out my mohair two ply.

Is it the change of life?

Constanza have a corset for that
-- page three of the leaflet.

It's all referenced in delicate terms.

As the nurse assures me
that your blood pressure

and other checks are in
order, I'm pleased to say

that you'll be leaving this
room with a packet of these.

I can't wait to see the back
of my contraceptive douche.

Filling the cylinder with soapy
water, then all that swilling.

This system is altogether
simpler, Mrs Goddens.

They don't look much different
to aspirin, do they?

When you think what they can do.

The most important thing to remember

is that this drug is only
effective against pregnancy

if taken every single day without fail,

not just before or after
sexual intercourse.

I know that.

I looked it up in the library.

In more than one book, too.

I knew there was no chance
of my husband coming in --

I don't think he's been in
the library in his life.

Your husband isn't aware
you'll be using contraception?

My Trevor's a man's man, Doctor.

I think he's still hoping
I'll give him a son.

Is it like opening a bank
account? Do I need his permission?

You don't even need his
knowledge, Mrs Goddens.

It's your body and they
will be your pills.

I'll keep them in my handbag.
He'd never dare go in there.

Tea and a Marie biscuit,
just like everyone else.

Now, why haven't you been to any classes?

Because I'm a midwife?

According to your notes,

you've still not decided whether
to give birth in hospital,

the maternity home, or your own bed.

I've been so busy.

And when I looked into
the clinic records --

the records, I might add, that
you're so particular about --

you've missed three routine
check-ups in as many weeks.

I'm expecting a baby, I'm not ill.

I swear, I've never felt better.

And I'll warrant you've
never felt more scared.

Oh, lass.

I've watched women becoming
mothers for nigh on 30 years,

and midwife or not, you're
no different from the rest.

It's time to give in,

and to give up work.

But once I stop, I won't
know where to start.

Start by deciding where you're
going to have this baby.

Then, unless you settle on the hospital,

which one of us you
want to have deliver it.

It's one of the very
few perks of our trade,

and not one we all get
to take advantage of.

I'm fetching my hat, my coat and my bag.

I'm going home right now.

- Will you tell Doctor Turner?
- Yes.

And he'll be as pleased as I am.

Thank you, Phyllis.
You've been a real friend.

This really is the
loveliest, most exciting news.

You've got your work cut out,

getting a wedding together
in just three weeks.

I promise you, it's all going to
be as simple as we can make it.

But Barbara's father can
marry us before he sets sail,

and that's the thing that matters most.

I'm sure we could have asked
Fred to come and do this for us.

No, no. It'll help me to get
match-fit before the baby comes.

Besides, I like this new
fashion for doing-it-yourself.

It feels as though we're
christening the house.

I think the best way
of christening the house

would be to have the baby here.

Here? What if something goes wrong?

No, I'd be a lot happier if
you went to the maternity home

as soon as you go into labour.

And I'd be much happier here,

in my own home, in my own bed,

with one beautiful wall of
patterned paper behind it.

Patrick, I've made up my mind.

I'm out of bread for
sandwiches tomorrow, Trevor,

and I've got a corsetry customer
first thing in the morning.

Will you take some of that
leftover corned beef hash?

Not cold. I don't get
hungry till half past 12.

You could bring me some sandwiches then.

You don't half look beautiful, Wilma.

I'm doing something I enjoy.

And I've started wearing make-up again.

We had to have a grooming
class before they gave us

our Constanza badges.

You look beautiful.

Like you did when we were young,

when we used to get up
to no good on this settee,

when it was still in your grandma's house.

First payday I get, I'm going
to replace this monstrosity.

My grandad d*ed on it,

and every time the wind blows
the wrong way, I'm reminded.

I reckon this one, Babs.

You don't get many opportunities
in life to wear a train.

Oh, Delia! I'd look like
a bride in a pantomime!

I just want something
plain, simple and straight.

Oh, there's absolutely no chance of that

if you insist on using
a commercial pattern.

Ever since the Duchess
of Kent got married,

every girl that gets spliced
has been dragging around

six feet of lace with a
tulle overlay behind them.

I've no choice but to use a
commercial pattern, Trixie.

All the other dressmakers are busy,
so I'm having to make my own outfit.

Oh, my Auntie Jean's a seamstress
at De Laine Home Furnishings.

But if we let her loose, Barbara
will be coming down the aisle

in a pair of curtains and a pelmet.

- What about...?
- Oh, that is nice.

I ain't saying it's turned
nippy all of a sudden,

but I ain't half glad
I'm not a brass monkey.

Feel them! Bloomin' freezing!

Oh, leave them there.

You ain't half warm, Vi, ain't
a touch of the flu, is it?

No, Fred. It isn't!

In case anyone is unaware,

Nurse Franklin has been summoned
to her secondment at St Cuthbert's

three days early.

Lovely for Female Medical,
not so good for us.

I'm afraid there's been an outbreak
of impetigo in Lisbon Buildings.

It's one glad tidings after
another, this morning.

So, Sister Winifred, the booking-in list,

Nurse Dyer, the postnatal round,

Nurse Gilbert, district
nursing for you this week.

We've bedsores, diabetes and haemorrhoids

the length of the commercial road.

I thought sending you down that way

- would help you fit in
your bridal errands. - Oh!

Good morning! I've
brought today's insulin.

And as soon as I've handed it over...

I'm officially off work
until further notice.

Meanwhile, Nurse Crane
reminded me that, as a midwife,

I can choose which colleague
I'd like to deliver my baby.

And after a great deal
of thought, I've chosen...

Sister Julienne.

Oh, my dear!

Is that all right?

Oh, yes.

Oh, thank you.

♪ Why haven't I told you?

♪ Oh, baby, I've told every little star

♪ Just how sweet I think you are

♪ Why haven't you told me? ♪

We'll have 30 people
at the reception, or 29,

if my sister goes into
labour and can't come.

When I spoke to your father he
thanked me for doing it quickly

and quietly because of
the money he'll save.

In fact, he said we were
perfectly welcome to elope.

He's never been well-off,

but I suppose that's part
of having a vocation.

I remember once, when I was little,

the fair came to the
bombsite opposite the church.

I begged him to take me, and in the
end he said I could have one ride.

I can still see him reaching into
his pocket for that sixpence.

It was the first time I noticed
that his trousers were shabby.

And then he lifted me up onto

the most beautiful horse on the carousel,

and he stood and he waved
and watched as I went round.

You've never told me that.

No.

I suppose the day will come when
we've told one another everything

and we won't have anything new to say

because one way or another we've
shared everything that matters.

- I hope so.
- So do I.

And in the spirit of full
and frank disclosure,

please be aware that I am now booked into

the Family Contraceptive Clinic,

and all measures will be in
place by our wedding night.

Excess perspiration is often a problem
for ladies undergoing the change of life.

Constanza have a wonderful
range of perforated corsets

which allow moisture to escape
and evaporate naturally.

This reduces body temperature and
preserves intimate freshness.

Well, you're a convincing
saleswoman, Wilma,

I'll give you that.

I've achieved the highest
sales in the East London area

in the past fortnight.

My commission payment's
already on its way.

Oh!

You all right, Wilma?

I must've pulled a muscle in my leg.

I walk miles every day, I'm that busy.

Oh, Nurse Crane?

This had better be more important than

the protein I've just found
in Mrs Kyriakou's urine.

Oh, I'm not sure it is.

But I have an appointment in
a minute in the back room.

May I be excused?

You may be excused when
you've put your patients first

and worked your way through
that weighing queue!

I have an appointment, Sister Julienne,

with the Family Planning doctor.

I would've been here ten minutes ago,

but Nurse Crane was cracking the whip.

I'm not sure what's wrong with her today.

At times of great
happiness, Nurse Gilbert,

it is sometimes as well to remember

that others may be ploughing
a less congenial path.

Do sit down.

Being a nurse,

- you'll be familiar with anatomical
terms for the body. - Yes.

In which case, all I need to tell you

is that I'm folding the
diaphragm in half, like so...

and gently inserting it into
the vag*na before releasing it

so that it opens out into a full cup shape

and neatly covers the cervix,

preventing sperm from entering the uterus.

Now, try not to tense your muscles.

The vag*na is a
surprisingly elastic organ,

as midwifery will have shown you.

Yes.

You can pop your briefs back on, sit up.

Are you leaving it in?

You need to wear it for
a few hours each day,

then report back to me
with regard to comfort

and the snugness of the fit.

We can go up or down a size if need be.

Don't rely on it for protection though.

Oh, we aren't getting married for a week.

How does that feel?

Marvellous.

Ooh!

Ooh!

I do feel so much calmer
since I gave up work.

I think you might feel the same
if you could just be my husband

and not my doctor, too.

And I think it, it might be best
if you don't attend the birth.

But it never occurred to me
that you wouldn't want me there.

I want you there as
soon as the baby's born.

But we've been in too many delivery
rooms together before today.

Solving problems, preventing disasters.

And we do prevent disasters. We're a team.

Patrick... I know that
you're looking at my ankles

and thinking that they're swollen.

If you're not experiencing headaches
and there's no sign of proteinuria,

then it could just be the
normal odoema of late pregnancy.

See? The minute you look
at me, you go to work.

No.

The minute I look at you, I'll
give you everything you ask for.

Phyllis, I need to talk to you.

I'm sorry, Barbara, but I've a long
list of things to do this evening

and these exercises loom large on it.

You do a lot of favours
for people, Phyllis,

and I'm afraid I'm about
to ask you for another one.

Is it about the wedding?

Yes, it is.

And what I want to ask
you is this, Phyllis --

will you be my bridesmaid?

Your-your bridesmaid?

Oh...

No. Barbara, no.

You ought to choose one of your friends.

I have chosen one of my friends.

I've chosen you.

We've been sharing a bedroom
for two years, Phyllis.

Going halves on the mantelpiece
and the bedside table

and taking it in turns to open the
curtains and turn the light off.

And if I snore, you've never once
complained, or even mentioned it.

You hardly do it on purpose.

You've taught me as much about
living alongside another person

as anyone else in my life, Phyllis.

And I'm ready to move on and share
everything I have with someone

who is unbelievably dear to me

and that's because you've been the
very best friend I could've had.

Who's going to help me
with my Spanish vocab now?

No lo se. Pero ella es muy afortunada.

I don't know, but she is
going to be very lucky.

This shape settee's all
the rage in Scandinavia.

I've seen Diana Dors
sitting on one in Photoplay.

Diana Dors isn't Scandinavian.
She's from Swindon.

For pity's sake, Trevor!

You're perched over there like
Humpty Dumpty with flaming piles.

Will you get over here and
sit on this new settee?

I liked the old settee.

Anyway, if you'd waited, I would've
bought a new settee for you.

Why should you have to
work for everything?

Cos I'm the man of the house.

I do love you, Trevor.

You aren't half old-fashioned.

There's a Babycham on the
draining board, if you want it?

I don't want Babycham.

I just want you.

When I heard you lived in a convent,

- I had no idea your life would
be quite so... - Entertaining?

I've been wanting to ask
you something, Trixie.

And that is...

.. would you agree to meet Alexandra?

Your daughter?

She's so little, Christopher.

And girls of that age are
complicated creatures.

And if they're from an unhappy home,
they're terribly easy to hurt.

Will you at least consider it?

Yes, I will consider it,

but I won't if I don't think I'm
going to be very good for her.

Trevor! It's the epilogue!

We've both got work in the morning!

It's not such a terrible settee, really.

Barbara?

Oh, no!

Did it not go as planned?

No.

And what's worse is I
dreamed I'd finished it.

It's such a mess, Valerie.

This nylon lace has a mind of its own.

I've never seen the point of slaving
away making your own clothes,

there's plenty of stuff
you can buy in the shops.

The point is that it saves money.

Yeah, fair enough.

Right, miss. Bed. Now.

Before Nurse Crane wakes up

and puts in her order for
her bridesmaid's dress.

We'll sort something out.

Just don't try sewing anything.

Machining that lace is
like dicing with insanity.

Argh!

Thanks.

Good morning, Nurse Gilbert!

Good morning, Sister Julienne.
I'm so sorry I'm late.

Nurse Dyer explained that
your dress-making efforts

rather overwhelmed you.

Oh, I've decided to write to my sister

and borrow her cream two-piece
that she wears for parish high days

and holidays. And a new hair
band will hardly break the bank.

Banks are there to be broken
on occasions such as this, lass.

And we would so very much like you
to have the celebration you deserve,

that we've joined forces to
provide you with the wherewithal.

In other words, we had a whip-round.

But...

We absolutely insist.

And there will be no argument.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, gosh.

Are you sure you don't want to
try on a bridesmaid's dress?

I'm quite sure nobody wants to see
me in ballerina-length shantung.

I shall be quite content with that
boucle coat and skirt I've borrowed.

Just promise me you won't let
that shop assistant in here.

If she pushes any harder for
an off-the-shoulder neckline,

she'll have me to reckon with.

I've come out wearing a bra
that's mended with a safety pin!

And no girdle on, either. Oh, Barbara!

I do have a favourite.

But I'm not saying which it is.

You'll need a corset under it.

I'm not buying anything that
can't be worn over tights

and an elastic roll-on.

Patients and mothers at the clinic

keep giving me bootees
and matinee jackets.

Oh, I could kit out an orphanage
in white and lemon three ply.

Once we've seen to your checks,

I'd like to try working on
some relaxation exercises.

I thought you might enjoy
singing, to help you during labour.

- Singing?
- Nurse Gilbert said she'd given you

the Breathe Your Way To Serenity leaflet.

I made a list of things to do on it.

You never could sit still.

Even when you first came
to us, as a postulant.

God seemed to be asking
so many things of me.

I tried to do them all, even when
I wasn't sure I was succeeding.

I say to myself sometimes,

"Deels, you know who you
are, nobody else does.

"That doesn't matter, it's
probably just as well."

But someone knew who I was once.

But it's as if she's vanished.

And because I can't reach her...

.. I've just disappeared.

I'm going to get you a taxi.

I was just going to tiptoe
away if you were still asleep.

Angela put a biscuit in
the saucer. Pink wafer.

I could eat a pink wafer.

Oh!

Mmm.

- Am I all right to go to work today?
- Absolutely.

If there's any change in my
condition, you will be informed.

- Just...
- Like any other father.

[That's my shoe! Give it back!]

Fetch your dad!

I'm sending an ambulance, Mr Goddens.

Go straight back to your flat and
stay with your wife till it arrives.

No. Just go back home.

Doctor will be with you
within five minutes.

Has she said anything
about any pain in her arm?

Particularly her left arm?

Or her jaw?

No. She said her leg hurt!

But that was the other day, it wore off.

Argh!

We need to have her
transferred to hospital.

What is it?

- What is it, love?
- Handbag.

She wants her handbag.

Wa-hey!

The menopause. Have you heard of it?

No.

- The change of life?
- Oh, yeah.

Well, it's driving me mad.

I've got headaches, I can't concentrate,

can't stop perspiring,

and I can't stop thinking
about how things were before.

How do you mean, before?

Before this. Before now.

When I was young, and a mum,

even when we had Reggie
and I became a mum to him.

And now I just don't feel
like I'm anything any more.

Oh, Vi. Come here.

Side room number three, please.

I've eaten a whole packet of pink wafers

and all the pains are coming in my back.

A light snack in the
first stages of labour

can actually help build up some energy.

I've said that to so many people.

I also tell them to have
something nice and plain,

not gorge themselves on sugary biscuits.

Baby appears to be in a
posterior position, Shelagh.

His spine is lying along your spine,
which may make for a longer labour.

I knew it. I knew it
before you even checked.

I've been palpating my
own abdomen for weeks.

Mr Goddens?

Can I go in? Can I see her?

I'm afraid your wife's still
with the heart specialist.

The tests suggest she may have
suffered a pulmonary embolism.

Well, what's that?

It's when a blood clot
forms somewhere in the body

and travels up to the chest

and interferes with the
breathing and circulation.

Well, can you operate? Can you cut it out?

We can try treating her with a
blood-thinning drug called Heparin.

Do you have any children, Mr Goddens?

Three girls.

Wilma's sister's minding them.

I don't want them seeing her again.

She looks so bad I'm
scared she'll scare 'em!

Mr Goddens...

.. are they nearby?

Turner's residence.

Ah, hello! I just wondered
how she was getting on?

Things are ticking over
very nicely, Dr Turner.

Could I speak to her?

She's smiling and waving!

But we'll telephone if there's any news.

I'm afraid Wilma's struggling to breathe

because of the blood clot in her chest.

If we perform a procedure
called a tracheotomy

we'll be able to get oxygen
directly into her windpipe.

The doctor's going to bring you
a consent form for you to sign.

Is there anyone else you'd
like us to send for?

She was brought up a churchgoer.

Well done, well done,
you're coping beautifully.

I don't feel as though I am.

You're unpacking the
gas and air, aren't you?

I know the sound the
catch on that case makes.

- Would you like some pethidine?
- Yes.

I thought I'd be braver than this.

This has nothing to do with bravery
and more to do with common sense.

The baby's head is not
sitting well on the cervix

and it's slowing things down.

Oh, please, please can
I have the pethidine?

As soon as this one's over, I promise you.

We understand from speaking to Dr Turner

that Wilma went to the Family
Contraceptive Clinic recently

and was prescribed the contraceptive pill?

I don't think so.

It would be useful if we knew for certain.

The specialist says
that over the past year

other women taking these dr*gs
have suffered blood clots.

They're trying to find out
if there's a connection.

Why would she take contraceptives?

I wanted a son.

Our Lord Jesus Christ,

who gave commandment to the
church to heal the sick,

of His great mercy make thee whole,

and by his authority committed
unto me I anoint thee,

that thou mayest be
healed of thy infirmities,

in the name of the Father, and
of the Son and the Holy Ghost.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Mr Goddens and the children
will have to come in soon, Tom.

There's something I have to do first.

You're doing so well. Well
done. That's it, just breathe.

Just breathe. There we go. There we go.

An enviable complexion, if I may say so.

You've obviously been very
diligent with the cold cream.

Bit of rouge next, I think, sweetie.

And then I'll do your hair.

I'll just look in your bag
to see if you brought a comb.

That's it! That's it, use
all of the contraction,

don't waste a moment of it.

I can't believe I used to dream of this.

It's like a nightmare.

You're doing better than you think.

- Am I?
- Yes.

And if you want to keep the pain at
bay, you can always try the singing.

So many songs seem to belong
to the woman I was before.

Shelagh, the religious sister.

Shelagh, who thought
she'd never have a child.

And you still are all of those people.

Every woman alive is the sum of
all she ever did and felt and was.

How do you know that?

I wasn't aware I did, until just now.

♪ Once I had a secret love

♪ That lived within the heart of me

♪ All too soon my secret love

♪ Became impatient to be free

♪ So I told a friendly star

♪ The way that dreamers often do

♪ Just how wonderful you are

♪ And why I'm so in love with you. ♪

I'd like him to come in now.

We can't be just like any other
couple... because we're us.

No need to tiptoe. Mummy's
quite tired, she won't wake up.

Your children are here, Wilma.

They've come for a cuddle
and to say goodnight.

Breathe, Shelagh.

Gently, gently, gently.

And baby's head's born!

- Is it? - Yes! - Is it?

You clever girl!

It is so, so beautiful!

Sh. That's it.

You'll know when you're ready.

You have a son.

Oh!

Hello.

May the Lord bless you and keep you...

Oh, God!

.. and may the Lord make His
face to shine upon you...

.. and give you peace.

I know you and I probably have
different ideas about miracles,

but I honestly thought
that's what the pill was.

And if the doctors are right, if
there are issues over its safety,

then I'm suspending all belief
in miracles until further notice.

I'll look in on the
family at home tomorrow.

People are always in shock
after a sudden death

and there's always so
much organising to do.

Haven't you got a bit of organising
of your own to do tomorrow?

You get married the next day.

Oh, everything seems to
have fallen into place.

I shan't tell Barbara you said that.

It's funny to think it could've been
you and me getting married, once.

No, Tom.

It isn't funny at all.

You and Barbara are so much better suited.

I know.

I do have high hopes for
you and Christopher, though.

Do you?

It isn't straightforward.

- There's a child involved.
- Good.

Cos you're wonderful with children.

And if I didn't know that
before tonight, I know it now.

I've lined up four buckets
of water in the scullery.

Had I better go and fill a couple more?

It transpired you delivered the
flower stall chap's youngest.

It was breech.

Plus he's my second cousin.

- What with one thing and another,
we got reduced rates. - Oh!

There she is. The focus of our
attentions and our prayers.

Daddy!

- Hello. - How do you
do? - Arthur Gilbert.

I, I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr Goddens.

I've brought some hair ribbons
for the children for...

For the funeral.

They're not black. They're navy.

Wilma favoured navy.

She was so smart.

So lovely.

Alexandra and I had a
lovely time last week.

It was her birthday, so I took her
to Harrods and bought her a rabbit.

Oh, how lovely.

I had a rabbit when I was a little girl,

but it got shut in the
cupboard under the stairs.

Did it die?

Oh, good gracious, no!

I heard him squeaking,
and so I let him out.

We were best friends forever after that,

he used to let me push him
around in my doll's pram.

I like your nail varnish.

Oh, do you?

It said, "Crushed
Strawberries" on the bottle,

but by the time I'd put it on,

it looked more like "Squashed Tomatoes!"

I think I need someone to
help me choose a different one.

Perhaps we could go and look in Boots,

after we've eaten our
knickerbocker glories.

You're early, Fred.

There's a Battenberg cake by
the kettle that wants a home.

Smashing.

Just a moment!

- Oh, hello, Reggie love.
- Hello, Mum!

Sister Monica Joan, Barbara's a
bride, not the Queen of the May!

If our young friend is to
be married from this house,

she will depart it as we see fit.

And if she is to depart it in my vehicle,

it will be decorated with restraint.

All right, Reverend?

I heard your best man's not
turning up until the morning,

so, you, me, the Parish Men's
Group and a few tail-enders,

- how about it?
- How about what?

A quick round in the Black Sail, one
for the road in the Hand and Shears,

and then off to Walthamstow
dogs, stag party done and dusted.

One, two, three, one, two,
three, one, two, three...

I got away with heading the
conga line at Margaret's wedding,

but I think nuns will expect
a slightly more decorous

father-daughter dance.

I think they'll love it whatever we do.

Have they been giving you lots of advice?

Not on marriage, surprisingly enough.

The person I'd really like
to ask for advice is-is you.

You and Mum were so
happy, for so many years.

I know.

But my bally head's gone blank.

Ow!

♪ Happy wedding day to you

♪ Happy wedding day to you

♪ Happy Wedding Day, dear Barbara

♪ Happy Wedding Day to you. ♪

We've drawn up a rota for the bathroom.

10 minutes each, but
you're last, so you get 20.

And no-one's allowed to take
their rollers out until I say so!

Ah, there she is!

I was rather hoping for a
vision in white, having braved

the gorgon at my lodgings

and the gaggle of gorgons
at the portals here.

Good practice for New Guinea.

I was last for the bathroom,
but we've run out of hot water.

Valerie's boiling kettles and
we've formed a human chain.

- It's actually quite good fun.
- Oh, bless you.

You sounded just like your
mother when you said that.

People had her down as a sensible
sort, but she was so, so lovely.

You asked for my advice...

.. but you don't need it

because you find joy in the simple things.

That's all love needs
to thrive on, really.

Morning, Reverend, you're looking rough.

My best man just made me
eat a fried egg sandwich.

You don't look too good yourself.

Violet told me not to come home drunk.

And I was drunk, so I didn't go home.

I've got your ill-gotten
gains here from the dogs.

You've got a knack of spotting
form, I'll give you that.

I think I just picked
them for their names.

Galilee Lad and Hello Nurse!

It all comes flooding back to me.

Get the missus something nice.

Please be seated.

Why aren't we driving to the door?

Trust me, and close your eyes.

Open them.

Did you do all of this for me?

I do everything for you.

Always.

'At times, the present seems most perfect

'when its seeds lie in the past.

'And others, life is rendered
flawless when we look towards

'the future, glimpsing from within
one golden moment all the joys

'the days to come might hold.'

'We cannot stand still because
the world keeps turning.

'Every year must give way to the next

'and its stories must be folded,

'tucked away like
children's clothes outgrown,

'cherished and never quite forgotten.

'1962 was a year of great
change at Nonnatus House,

'but there's always change everywhere,

'there are always new
faces, new tears to shed,

'new joys to invest in,

'yet the circle of love is
not broken, it expands.'

♪ Dreams can come true... ♪

It's snowing!

♪ That's what they say

♪ Prove that you're real

♪ And it's my lucky day... ♪

I got on the boat the
day after his funeral.

I didn't know.

I didn't know you were coming back.

I did.

I always did.

And wherever I go next,

you're coming with me.

'Love bares all things.

'Love believes all things,

'hopes all things,

'endures all things

'and love never ends.'

♪ I met her

♪ Once upon a dream. ♪