- MATURE JENNY: - 'The blazing July sun was welcomed as a gift
'in the crowded streets of Poplar. Whites were bleached dry
'by it, skin was toasted brown.
'The sunshine was both medicine and tonic.
'It could strengthen bones,
'make the spirits sing and the world felt revived, rinsed clean
'and full of fresh potential.'
PAINED MOANING
That better?
That's it, Janice. Keep breathing.
You're doing really well, Janice.
PAINED GRUNTING
- BOTH: - Our Father, who art in heaven...
- DISTANT PAINED YELLING - ..hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come...
SCREAMING
Well done, Janice. Head's born.
SCREAMING
- ..our daily bread... - ..and forgive us our trespasses...
BABY CRIES
Ten fingers, ten toes
and plenty to say!
Hello, sweetheart!
Mr Prendergast...
Congratulations, Mr Prendergast.
Oh, my!
BABY CRIES
He's perfect, Janice.
A perfect little boy.
I've brought you a cup of tea.
I don't think you'll get a chance later on.
- The waiting room is absolutely packed. - Thank you.
I'm afraid we've had a call from Dr Greenwood's receptionist.
His locum's fallen through.
Can we take 40 of his patients while he has two weeks in Lyme Regis?
I did tell her you were already covering
extra patients for Dr Hammond.
If it's just two weeks, I'm sure we'll be fine.
I'm not sure it's a good idea, Patrick.
- You're looking terribly tired, as it is. - It'll be fine,
honestly. Now, I'd better see
- Miss Phillips. - I'll send her in.
What?
Oh nothing, really. Just, two weeks in Lyme Regis does sound nice.
Next year.
But I don't want it back! It was a present.
An engagement present. And I loved it.
- But I can't keep any of these now. - Oh, Trixie, you sure about this?
Well, I admit, yours was hard to part with,
but some of the others are proving considerably easier.
- That's not what I meant and you know it. - Don't, Patsy.
Well, you look miserable, Tom looks wretched.
It seems like such a hasty decision.
Maybe if you were just to talk things through with him,
- you could... - Anyway, I wanted to show you this.
"Wild Peach". Isn't it glorious?
I'm hoping Mrs Prendergast has had a better night.
The baby isn't settling, at all.
I don't think those parents have slept for a week.
- Oh, poor thing. - Lovely day again, Nurse Crane!
Ooh-hoo! Like a furnace in here already.
Nothing lovely about getting roasted
like a Sunday dinner.
Hello! Can I help? You look a bit uncomfortable.
She doesn't speak English.
Well, yours is very good. I was just asking if she needed any help.
Tomar shajo lagboni, amma? Thai jihgas korche.
Na, bacha mathor.
She says she's fine. It's just because she's having a baby.
I can see that.
But she's having trouble walking.
Well, I'm a midwife, actually. I'm...
SCHOOL BELL RINGS
Oh.
Erm...
Time to get a move on, if you don't want to miss your train,
Sister Mary Cynthia.
I wish you'd let me carry that. You've had an operation.
Not on my arms, I haven't. Anyway, I'll be hoisting pregnant women
up beds soon enough. I've got to get used to some weight.
Ready?
Well, I'm looking forward to getting back to my mothers and babies.
I've really missed the midwifery.
And I think I'm ready for everything else, but I'm a little bit nervous.
More than a little bit, actually.
I remember that feeling. You do know there's no need?
I've just got so much to learn.
And you will... because of what's in here.
That's the bit you've got to be sure of.
If you're sure of that, there's plenty of help with the rest.
You just trust in God's guidance.
BABY CRIES
- ANGRY MALE VOICE: - I can't hear myself think!
What do you think of that racket then, Sister?
Telling you, none of mine ever made a din like that.
Is this an inconvenient time, Mr Prendergast?
What can we do, Sister?
He's like this night and day.
How am I supposed to do a day's work?
If it ain't the baby, it's him! Bleedin' holy rollers.
Not you, Sister.
Mrs Prendergast?
I've got to get this up. It's going to stink in this weather.
I'm so sorry, Sister. Ray ain't coping too well
- with the lack of sleep. - There's time enough for that.
Back to bed and let's see what this little chap is complaining about.
Still not settling, little man?
Even when I feed him, he's hardly quiet five minutes.
- I don't know what I'm doing wrong. - Probably nothing.
Little Raymond does sound more distressed than yesterday.
Look at this.
Can you see?
It's very only slight, but there's a bit of swelling.
- What's wrong with him? - I can't be sure without an X-ray,
but I think Raymond might have a broken collar bone.
- What? - It happens during some births.
Not many, but more than you might imagine.
Sometimes, it's pronounced and you can see it right away,
but not always.
Did I do something wrong?
- Like, push too hard? - No, of course not. It's no-one's fault.
The important thing is to get an X-ray.
If it is a fracture, babies' bones heal quickly.
KNOCKING
This is a happy day, Sister Mary Cynthia.
Welcome home.
Thank you, Sister Julienne.
Our Sisters have been very much looking forward to your joining us.
Sister Monica Joan will be disappointed
this particular week is her time with her nephew.
I've missed her. I've missed you all. And the patients.
I'm sure you're looking forward to returning to midwifery,
but I would ask that you spend
the initial few weeks on the district rota.
Oh.
I think that midnight call-outs, in addition to studies,
might be rather onerous.
Of course, Sister.
I've missed all our patients, not just the mothers.
- PHONE RINGS - I'm on first call!
Cynthia!
I mean, not Cynthia. I mean, hello, Sister Mary Cynthia.
Hello, Trixie.
You should have told us you were coming!
I didn't want a fuss.
Of course.
You look very well.
Thank you.
Well...I should go.
Yes, of course.
We're all thrilled to have you home.
THEY CHATTER EXCITEDLY
- Oh, Mrs Thompson. - Thank you.
Do you know if we have an Indian lady registered with us?
Not as far as I know.
No. I didn't think so.
Here we are. We chose this room because it's the quietest.
We thought it might help you with your devotions.
Thank you, Sister. That's very considerate.
I'll leave you alone until Compline, but if you need anything, I'm just...
Nurse Mount, you are on district,
as is Sister Mary Cynthia, who I assume
- doesn't need anyone to show her the ropes? - I should say not.
I don't think I've been away long enough to lose my way
- in Poplar. - Jolly good, though you will be travelling
a little further afield today, courtesy of a batch
of Dr Greenwood's patients, including a gentleman recovering
from diphtheria, who is very underweight and will require
some Benger's Food.
Goodness, diphtheria. You don't often hear of that these days.
Indeed. An isolated case, I believe.
Nevertheless, in order to keep it that way,
we should all be particularly vigilant
about hand hygiene. And any patients with coughs and sneezes,
we shouldn't automatically assume it's a summer cold.
Double check that they have the immunisation.
- Complacency seems to be slipping in. - Absolutely.
Better safe than sorry. It's an awful way to go.
- I remember it from the war. - Gosh. It's one of those things
- I've only read about. - The thing I remember most
was the dreadful smell.
You know, from the nosebleeds. It seemed to get into everything.
That doesn't really come across in the textbooks.
I'd say Dr Greenwood's patient's very lucky to be alive.
Good grief, it's hot.
- Ice creams, later? - Oh, yes, let's.
Your trusty steed, Sister Mary Cynthia.
- Cleaned, oiled and ready for action. - Thank you, Fred!
Doesn't it look splendid?
Now I just have to work out how to ride it in a habit.
Oh.
Glad I've got you to keep me right, Fred.
Nah, you don't need me, Sister.
You're going to be absolutely smashing.
- Ready, Sister? - Yes.
Going our way, Barbara?
What? Oh. No, I'm not.
I'll see you at lunch.
Her name is Ameera Khatun
and this is the address. I can let Faruk know to expect you.
I would go after school, until the end of term,
as you'll need him to translate.
Luckily, we've only a few days to go.
Thank you so much, Miss Dawkins.
I'm glad you're going to see her. She does seem rather isolated.
I think her husband works very long hours.
I can't imagine what it must be like,
to leave everything behind,
to come to a country where you can't understand anyone.
I mean, India to Poplar.
Oh, they're not Indian, actually, Nurse Gilbert, they're Sylheti.
Oh. Thank you for telling me.
I wouldn't want to get off on the wrong foot.
BABY CRIES
My goodness, what a magnificent pram.
Ray got it yesterday. Nothing but the best for his boy.
Poor little soldier.
He's still quite unsettled, isn't he?
The paracetamol should have helped.
When was his last dose?
Janice?
- We're praying for him, all the time. - I'm sure you are,
but Raymond has a fracture.
I know that Christian Science allows for the treatment of broken bones.
- You have to give him the medicine. - Bone setting's acceptable,
but we don't have faith in medicines.
The Christian Science way out of pain is prayer.
I am the last person in the world who would come between people
and their faith, but Raymond is a tiny baby and is in pain.
It's in our book.
"Either Spirit or matter is your model.
"If you try to have two models, then you practically have none."
You see? Medicine could interfere with the prayers.
Janice, those are your beliefs, they're not mine.
Why don't I give Raymond his medicine
and then we'll pray together?
BABY CONTINUES TO CRY
This way.
This is our room.
Oh!
SHE SPEAKS SYLHETI
She says, please come in and sit down.
Don't you...?
Mrs Khatun, my name is Nurse Gilbert and I help look after women
who are expecting babies.
Amar thai nam Nurse Gilbert.
Thai betin te bacha hoibo, thara re shajo kori.
I wondered what your plans were for when your baby comes?
Do you have someone to help with the birth?
Bachha aiya harle kita korbe? Tomar shajo korbo manush assai?
Thai're ko, tomar bafhe sopbta kichu korbo.
My father is sorting out everything.
In England, midwives like me, help.
We deliver many, many babies. Mrs Khatun,
there is so much we can do. If you were to come along to the clinic,
you could see a midwife and a doctor.
We can check the baby and help with the pain when you walk.
We can help with the birth and after. All free.
Oh, sorry, I'm talking too fast. Can you translate all that?
Of course.
Are you sure you won't come? It's such a glorious evening.
Barbara's coming. And Delia.
I think there is going to be music.
I'm sure it will be lovely, but I'd like to get this done.
- There you are! - Sorry. I got back late. I found my Sylheti lady.
I think she's going to come to the clinic.
Good Nancy Drewing, Barbara. I'm glad you found her. Come on.
We'll bring you back some pork scratchings.
Faruk?
Here you go.
This way, please.
Everything seems to be going very well, Mrs Khatun.
I don't think we have many more weeks to wait for this baby.
- FARUK: - Sopbta tik assai, baccha ai' bo.
- Inshallah. - God willing.
Are you finished?
Nearly. Nurse Gilbert, could you pop in for a moment?
Yes?
(I can't do an internal examination without asking.)
Oh.
Quite. I think we'll have to leave it.
Do you have any female friends who speak English, Mrs Khatun?
It might help for the examination next time.
She doesn't.
What about the other people who live in your house, Faruk?
- No ladies? - No.
Other women stay in our village, if the men have to come to England,
but my mother said she would miss my father too much.
She says, "Where he goes, we go. Even the moon."
Faruk, will you tell your mum I have something that will
help the pain when she walks.
Trixie.
I'm sorry. I've been avoiding you.
If it would make things easier, I could speak to the Bishop.
- Try to move parish sooner. - No!
That's just it. You should be wherever you want,
wherever you need to be, whether it's here or Newcastle or...
even the moon.
You deserve a girl who won't let you go without her.
I rather thought I'd found her.
Yes, well...
..so did I, for a while.
You're a wonderful man, Tom.
BABY CRIES
You can't bring the pram in, I'm afraid.
- Oh, er, is Sister Julienne here? - Not today, sorry.
Let me help you.
BABY WAILS
Oh, someone's not very happy, are they?
He started crying as soon as we left the house.
I think there's something wrong with his leg.
You were right. No movement in the leg at all.
And a lot of heat. I'm sorry, Mrs Prendergast.
I'm afraid Raymond is going to need another trip to hospital.
- What is it? What's wrong with him? - Try not to move him before
- the ambulance gets here. Just in case. - Just in case, what?
Just in case it's another fracture.
Ah!!
It seemed to go well with Mrs Khatun, Barbara?
It's totally inappropriate
to have a nine-year-old boy in an intimate examination.
He wasn't actually in there.
It wasn't easy though, Barbara. The examination was incomplete.
Well, he certainly can't be present at the birth.
The husband, perhaps?
We need someone to communicate.
What about old, er, whatsisname? Suleman.
Used to have the buttons and bows shop before he died?
We need someone female, Fred. And preferably alive(!)
Do you mean his wife?
He married an Irish girl. They had a daughter.
The daughter speaks Sylheti?
- Oh! - Fred?
- I dunno. You'll have to ask her. - Have a seat. What have you done? - Oh!
This was it. Ah, it's changed a bit, mind.
Sorry to bother you. Old Suleman's daughter
still lives round here, doesn't she?
Josie? Yeah. Number 16.
Thank you. Thanks, Fred.
Oh, I'll have a packet of those shirt buttons, while I'm here.
Keep popping, for some reason.
SHE CHUCKLES
No-one tell you the war's over?
Cold War isn't. CDC. Very Important.
- I suppose it is. - You should stick one of these in your window.
Maybe, I will.
All's welcome.
Ladies, too.
Ta, for these.
I don't think I'm very good. I haven't spoken Sylheti
since my dad died and I think he used to humour me.
Well, you'll be better than me. Will you come to the clinic
- and give it a go? - I could try.
- I'd like to help her. I know it was hard for my dad. - Thank you.
So, in your view, this couldn't possibly
have been an accident?
How can there be another fracture, Ray? He was fine.
- How can this be happening? - Shh, love.
I dunno.
The hospital doctors seem as baffled as the rest of us by this.
They are going to want to ask you if you have any idea
- how this could have happened. - We've already told them, we don't know.
But if you CAN think of anything, anything at all.
It's a serious fracture. Unusual, in a baby of this age
and it's very hard to imagine how this could've happened unnoticed.
- What are you saying, exactly? - I'm not saying anything, Mr Prendergast.
I'm trying to help you...
..and help Raymond.
We have to get to the bottom of this,
so if there was any kind of accident...
Oh, I see what this is about! You think we're hiding something.
- No! - You think it's our fault! - That isn't what I said.
But that's what you think! I can see it.
BABY CRIES
We love our baby, Doctor.
It's not the sort of injury one would associate with slipping
with the baby or dropping him in the bath.
It's like something you could see after a car accident...
..or some other great force.
Such as?
Such as, an assault.
I see.
- Do you think that's what happened? - I don't know.
I find the idea almost inconceivable.
The baby must have been in terrible pain.
Sister, are you absolutely convinced
that the first fracture was a birth injury?
It seemed the most likely scenario, at the time.
And now?
We must be wary of jumping to conclusions.
I agree. I do.
Nevertheless, we have a tiny baby
with two painful fractures.
Could we live with ourselves if he were to sustain a third?
What do you suggest?
That we speak to the NSPCC.
- What's going on? - Take a seat, please, Mr and Mrs Prendergast.
- Where's our baby? - Here, in the hospital, Mrs Prendergast,
and as comfortable as can be expected.
Let me introduce myself.
My name is Mr Smith-Mayhew
and I'm an inspector with the National Society
- for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children. - What?
It was him, wasn't it? I told you, love.
I told you he thought we'd done something.
- We would never hurt our baby. - Sit down, please.
No-one is accusing you of anything, at the moment.
I want to see my baby.
- Mrs Prendergast... - Don't you touch her!
- I want to see my little boy... - Mrs Prendergast!
- Excuse me, it's not visiting time! - Where is he?
What have you done with my baby? Where is he?
He's on a different ward. Janice, we have to find out
what happened to him. The NSPCC have a court order.
I'm sorry, but until they can be satisfied that your home
is a safe place, Raymond is going to be removed from your care.
That's a good strong heartbeat, Mrs Khatun.
- Bachhar jaan assai, Khatun. - Al hamdulila.
- Tomar bafor bari ami jani. - Ji oi.
She thinks she knows the village my father came from.
I'd like to do an internal examination now.
Can you ask her if that's all right?
- Ameera? Ameera? - Palong aram assai, amar gom laghbe,
amar bacacha oi bo!
She says the bed's comfortable and she is pregnant,
so she might be about to fall asleep.
Possibly not.
You have visitors, Nurse Gilbert.
Hello!
My mother made you some samosas, to say thank you for your kindness.
Oh, my goodness, how kind!
Thai're ko, ami sop masala fi si na, kinto igo tik oi bo.
She says she couldn't get all the same spices,
- but they still should be good. - Isn't he sweet?
How's the walking? The garment?
Haarhte tomar orshobida oi ni? Kapra findia tomar shajo oi say ni?
Ji oi. Sopkichu bala korshor.
Ami tomari danyabad ditheysai, amar bishbala tumi amar shajo korso.
- Beti manush ekano nai. - She says it helps a great deal,
but she says she is not only thanking you for helping
with the pain, she also has missed the companionship of other women.
- What is it? - Should we try them?
On the Sub-Continent, they eat everything with their fingers.
Right hand only, of course. The left has quite a different purpose.
- Pass them down. - Would love to try, thank you.
What are they called?
Did you do something that hurt him?
Did you get angry?
I'm so sorry.
I don't...
I don't know why...
SHE WAILS
SHE SOBS
INFANT GURGLES
Patrick?
Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I couldn't sleep.
Poor you. You had an awful day.
These things are awful,
even when you know it's the right thing to do.
How could anyone hurt a tiny baby?
But he's safe tonight, thanks to you.
I'm keeping it for when we get him back.
They looking after him right, those fosterers?
Yes.
He is very well cared for.
But they don't love him. Not like I love him.
He's got to come back, Sister. I've been praying so hard.
Janice, the only way Raymond can come back is if you can explain
how these fractures happened. You have to prove you can keep him safe.
But I don't know. I've thought of everything over and over again.
Ray's been out fighting, like he used to, before we found our Church.
Last night, he came back with a black eye
and I know he ain't been going to work. I keep trying to pray it out,
but where's God when you need him, eh, Sister?
Can I see Dr Turner, please? I don't have an appointment.
The surgery is actually closing now, I can make one for tomorrow.
No, please. It's the baby. I'm not his mother. I'm Joyce Bishop,
I foster. This is Raymond Prendergast.
We've been so careful with this baby, Dr Turner,
especially with his injuries.
I've been fostering for 15 years,
but every time I pick him up, he screams. And have a look,
there is a lump on his back.
I've never felt anything like it, Doctor.
A fracture.
- We honestly have not done... - No, of course not, Mrs Bishop.
BABY CRIES
The fontanelle is bigger than it should be.
Bear with me, please.
This is so rare, I want to check something.
- Shelagh, we're going to need an ambulance. - Of course.
What are you thinking?
Osteogenesis imperfecta -
brittle bone disease.
How could I not have thought of this before?
# Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven
# And whose sin is covered
# Blessed is the man
# Unto whom the Lord imputeth not iniquity
# In whose spirit there is no guile... #
COMPLINE SINGING CONTINUES
Patrick?
Do you know the things we've been called?
- The things people have done? - Ray, love, we're getting
- our baby boy back. That's all that matters now. - No, it isn't!
What matters is they took him! He's supposed to be a doctor
and he's too busy blaming us to even notice Raymond was sick!
Mr Prendergast, osteogenesis is an extremely rare disease.
- Dr Turner was the first person to suspect it. - Sister...
Eventually.
If you're ready, I can drive you to the hospital.
No, thank you, Dr Turner. We'd rather get the bus.
The nurses gave me embrocation, but it keeps happening.
Well, let's have a look.
It could be muscular or a disc.
- Waterworks all right? - Well, Doctor, you know, for a man of my age...
I just like to check, with back pain, in case it's the kidneys.
Absolutely, Doc. Don't want anything sliding under the radar,
as they used to say in the war, whilst stuck in a dive bomber,
giving Jerry what for with the old ack-ack!
Are you all right, Doc? You don't seem quite yourself?
Fred, would you give me a minute?
Of course.
You might want to go in there, Mrs Turner. I think the doctor's
looking a little under the weather himself.
What is it? What's wrong?
I don't know.
- What if I miss something else? - Patrick...
- I should have thought of it. That baby. - You ask too much of yourself.
I'll be all right. I'll...
Send Fred back in, would you?
No, Patrick. I won't.
I'm closing the surgery now and I'm taking you home.
- I've got all these patients! - Leave the patients to me.
- I'll pop in at lunchtime. - How will you cope on your own?
I won't be alone.
One of the nurses will be there.
I'm letting people down...
again.
No, you aren't. You're not well.
You're exhausted, but you'll be better soon.
I expect you're a safer pair of hands.
Try and get some rest.
Janice.
I can see you're busy.
Should I come back another time?
No, Sister, I'm leaving.
Janice and I were praying for Raymond's recovery
- and giving thanks for his return. - He's in all our prayers.
Thank you for coming.
Sister.
I brought some towels for extra padding.
It's very good to see him out of the hospital.
We've been praying every day.
I think he looks a little better, don't you?
Janice, they did explain the prognosis for osteogenesis,
didn't they?
You do understand that Raymond will never have a full recovery
and will probably require a wheelchair.
He made the cripples walk, Sister.
Indeed, he did.
I nearly lost my faith when my baby was taken from me,
but I prayed and prayed and he came back to me.
I have to believe it, Sister.
If everyone could just take a seat.
I'm going to take your details and...
- When's Dr Turner going to be back, then? - When he's better.
In the meantime,
I am trying to find other doctors for people who require them
and anything more routine - for example, sunburn -
I can deal with myself. Please, do sit down.
I don't want my Geraldine being seen by the receptionist!
- I'm a fully-qualified nurse. - You don't look like one.
Reinforcements reporting for duty, Ma'am.
- Thank you. Erm...Mr Harcourt. - Yes? - Could you go with Nurse Mount.
Mr...Jessop, I'll see you in the Maternity room.
No, no, thanks, love. I'd rather wait and see the nurse.
DOORBELL RINGS
Hello, Sister.
I'm afraid I've come to ask a favour.
Hopefully, it will fit.
As long as it serves its purpose, I don't mind.
I hope I'm doing the right thing.
- I want to help him so much. - You are.
I'm so afraid.
I keep thinking about...
..the hospital, the war neurosis.
What if the shellshock returns?
What if it's happening again? What if I can't get him back?
Oh, my dear Shelagh.
This is not the war.
He seems to have lost all belief in himself.
But YOU believe in him and so do we and so do many people.
And you can help him understand that and he will find it again in himself.
Oh, I hope so, Sister.
I was reminded today, from the most unlikely source,
of the power that is belief.
Morning, Nurse.
Morning.
Morning, Nurse.
- Morning. - Morning, Nurse! - Hello.
I'll have to get a doctor for Mrs Anderson.
Probably antibiotics needed. Here's the list.
- Mary Walker? - Here.
Oh, dear, you've been in the wars, haven't you?
Let's see if we can patch you up.
- Look. - There's been a few.
How is he?
- Sleeping again. Is that good? - Think so, yes.
Thank you for holding the fort.
I don't mind. I just want Dad to get better.
Please come. My mother's very sick.
- She can't breathe. - Of course, I'll get my bag.
- Sister. - It's not the baby. Mrs Khatun is sick.
Very sick. She was tired, she had a cold, but now...
- Please, come. - Yes, yes.
Nurses coming through.
Nas aiche, amma.
It is Sister Mary Cynthia and Nurse Gilbert.
We are here to take care of you now.
Sister. It smells very bad.
I'll call the ambulance.
What is it?
We think your mother may have an illness called diphtheria.
Is your father at work? Perhaps you could ask one of those men
to go and fetch him?
COUGHING
There's a lot from allotments. Gladioli from Mr Philips,
Dahlias from Mr Albert Henderson. Old Ernie Shaw
sent some huge onions. Says if you cut one and put it in your sick room,
it will take away all the germs.
Cake from Mrs B and everyone at Nonnatus -
afraid I had a bit of that -
a lot of children have drawn stuff or sent you their sweets.
Some of them are a bit fuzzy, but it's the thought that counts.
The Paterson family sent a packet of tea.
Said they wished it could have been more, after what
you did for their Ida. Let me get my notebook
and I'll tell you the rest.
They shouldn't do this.
They can't afford it.
Dad, they wanted to.... because they care.
Because, whether or not you believe it, you're a good doctor.
If I'm half as good as you one day, I will be proud.
COUGHING
- What time is it now? - It's been 20 minutes.
Where are they?
It's weaker and very rapid. We can't wait much longer.
Will you be all right?
Go.
I'm sorry, Timothy. I know he's ill, but it's an emergency.
- I really need to see... - What is it, Sister?
Ameera Khatun. Nine months pregnant. Diphtheria.
We have waited more than 20 minutes for an ambulance.
Please, Doctor, she is struggling to breathe.
Sorry, Nurse. I need my bag.
Let me get it for you, Doctor.
Come on, Ameera, stay with me.
I know you don't understand me, but listen to my voice.
LABOURED BREATHING
Ah. Everything's all right. The doctor's here now.
Her temperature is 102 degrees. Her pulse is 110 and her respirations
are increasingly laboured in the last 30 minutes.
She needs a tracheotomy...
- now. - But the ambulance...
- No. I'm going to have to do it. Improvise. - Here?
The airways are almost blocked. We don't have a lot of time.
Move her down the bed.
Be ready to tie the tube in place, Sister.
Nurse Gilbert, can you prepare the tapes and a dressing?
BOTH: One...two...three...
SHE EXHALES DEEPLY
REGULAR HEAVY BREATHING
There you are.
Well done, Doctor.
Thank you.
Doctor... this is Mrs Khatun's husband.
- He wants to go with her. - Soon. First, we have to vaccinate you
and everyone else in the house. Sister, can you get them all inside
and keep them there until we're done. Vaccines are on their way.
Yes.
I'll do that. You go home and rest.
You're the one who should be resting.
- I left you in a terrible position. - No, you didn't. You were ill.
- You may not understand that, but... - I do.
I couldn't then, but I do see it now.
But there was a point when I thought that...
We're not at war now, Patrick. It's not going to happen again.
I know...
because I have you.
- He's such a helpful boy. - Yes, of course!
- MATURE JENNY: - 'Humanity's fragile,
'and all the sunshine in the world
'can't save the frail or make the delicate invincible.
'But love has the power to strengthen and protect
'and guide us to a place where we feel sheltered
'and fulfilled, where it doesn't matter
'if it rains, for we are home and dry.'
There's a new baby here,
another due soon,
an elderly lady who is dying.
Sweetheart, will you sup something off the spoon for me?
I wish I could mince my words, Paulette, but I can't,
because your life will be in danger, too.
- Did you have someone they thought was a wrong 'un? - No, kid.
The wrong 'un was me.
Chin-chin!
'You mark my words... The joy'
of midwifery never dims.
# If I give my heart to you
# Please don't answer till you do
# When you promise all these things to me
# Then I'll give my heart
# To you. #