♪ ♪ ♪ Mature Jennifer: In the July of 1969, the world was looking upward far beyond the small round of mankind.

Our planet felt tiny, but our dreams were gigantic.

The universe was whirling and yet was in our grasp.

We were voyagers, adventurers.

We had started something new.

The power was ours.

The potential was ours.

We were all astronauts, one way or another.

Pupil midwives, I'm glad you all remembered to hand in your casebooks for your mid-course review.

You will each be spoken to later about any areas of concern.

For now, let's concentrate on this morning's work.

I shall be back shortly with your orders.

♪ Fred: Look at the driver in the eyes to ensure that he acknowledges my authority.

Then I issue a reminder by raising my hand-- stop means stop.

Never mind stop means stop, Fred Buckle.

You're still convalescing from tetanus.

Arthur's not very experienced, so-- He seems perfectly capable to me.

Home, in your armchair, now.

[Sighs] What are your thoughts on Nurse Morris?

Norelle's doing well and is bright and personable but a terrible timekeeper and not tidiest.

Is that tea?

No.

It's coffee, which suggests she might be sitting up late to study.

Joyce Highland and Rosalind Clifford are doing particularly well.

Rosalind needs to work on her self-confidence, though.

She works hard, does the lass, but she's too easily flustered.

Julienne: Nurse Highland's case book is most impressive, very detailed and precise.

Shelagh: Joyce is clever and technically skilled, and she's starting to enjoy the District work, but she's still too focused on hospital births.

Any sign is something going amiss at home, and she wants her transferred to the hospital.

She needs another home birth to show her what the District is really about.

I could assign her to Prue Stanton.

She likes to do things her own way and won't go near a hospital.

You want someone for her to learn from, don't you?

[Chuckles] ♪ Trixie: Good to see you, Mrs. Stanton.

Oh, I didn't know anyone was coming round today.

You missed your last two appointments, and at this stage in your pregnancy, if you don't come to us, we have to come to you.

We're checking each of these pupils from two different schools for exposure to TB with a Heaf test.

Well, it's gonna be quite the morning by the looks of things.

Come on.

Fight.

Fight.

Boys, boys, boys, quiet it down.

Now, St. Edmund's to the left, St. Paul's to the right in two orderly queues.

Right, everybody.

Let's have your left sleeves rolled up, ready and waiting for-- For a small, 6-needle punch to the inside of your forearm to prick the skin.

We will check the reaction when you come back on Tuesday morning.

Now, if it is negative, you get the BCG vaccination...

Yes.

to protect you against TB!

TB.

Who needs a megaphone?

We might need a cattle prod.

We have liftoff.

Come.

It says in your notes, Dr. Turner advised a delivery at the maternity hospital.

Because of my age.

It's a good job I don't take offense easily.

I told him I'm having it at home.

That's why I've been too busy to come to the clinic.

I've been getting organized.

Girl: I keep trying to help her, but she won't let me.

I love you, but you don't know how to clean, and I can't eat your cooking.

Trixie: Mrs. Stanton, we do need to do your routine tests regardless of where you have this baby.

I can't do this today.

I've too much to do before Ronnie gets back from the warehouse.

It's not a good time.

In which case, you must come to the Mother and Baby Clinic Tuesday afternoon and bring your sample with you.

We'll check your iron levels while you're there.

Have you been taking your tablets?

Course I have.

♪ [Rattle] [Pills rattle] ♪ [Swishes water] Ahh.

Uh, you're only meant to take one.

[Gulp] ♪ One for today, one for tomorrow, and one for yesterday.

♪ Patrick: And what's your name?

Samuel Chdozie.

Here you are... and...there.

[Click] Thank you.

Esther Chdozie.

How are we doing?

Any fainters yet?

I like your uniform.

I want to be a nurse.

Last week, she wanted to be a vet.

Boy: Now give up.

Give up.

Pack it in!

Come on.

I think animals might be better behaved.

Heh.

[Click] ♪ You know, Vi won't let me do anything.

She watches me like a hawk.

I'm like a spare part, only one that's been left on the scrap heap.

You have been gravely ill. You will recover fully, whereas I'm becoming older with each day... ♪ and possibilities that seemed to be within my grasp propel themselves farther off into the distance, but I am glad to be here to witness such a marvelous occurrence in my lifetime as a man reaching the moon.

Ha ha ha!

At least Vi can't stop me watching that.

Ha ha ha!

[Bell tolling] ♪ [Ball bouncing] Ah.

Hey.

What do they say in England-- an apple a day...

Keeps the doctor away.

Mm-hmm.

Ah.

Heh.

I must finish my work.

I will see you at home, hmm?

Ah, yeah, like Bobby Charlton.

Ha ha!

Uh!

♪ For asphyxia, I dry baby briskly, remove mucus from the mouth, use suction to clear the airway, repeat stimulation if required, and mouth-to-mouth breathing if needed.

And?

There's something else.

No, there's not.

"Call for assistance if baby's condition doesn't improve."

I'm completely confident this baby will be fine.

I'd love to feel completely confident or even look it, but I never do, and now Nurse Crane has spotted it.

What did she say?

She said I need to work on my self-confidence.

Perhaps I'm more confident on the inside than on the outside.

♪ Are they all going to be negative?

This is really quite boring.

This is really very good.

We don't want anyone to be positive.

♪ Grade 3.

Positive.

♪ Ahh... ♪ [Blows] Veronica: We've explained everything in this letter to your parents.

They are newcomers.

Perhaps we ought to send someone out to see them.

I have no space in my diary for several days.

I must talk to Public Health about testing their neighbors, and the letter will arrive there this afternoon.

I can get there this afternoon.

I'll fit it into my District rounds.

♪ We've had a donation of toys and books.

These will do very nicely for Toy Corner at St. Oswald's.

Why would anyone throw a rocket out?

I would have thought every child would want one at the moment.

It is merely Apollo 8.

It has been superseded.

I remember the Wright Brothers and their canvas airplane.

That was a miracle then, also superseded.

I shall keep this, lest it be treated with any disrespect.

♪ Oh.

♪ [Click] Good afternoon, Mrs. Stanton.

Did you bring your sample?

It have tomato sauce in.

Don't fret if the color looks funny.

I'm fretting more about you smoking.

You know it's not good for you, and it's worse for the baby.

I beg to differ.

As it happens, smoking makes babies smaller.

If I have an easy labor, it's better for us both.

We'll talk about this when you're in the cubicle.

Put that out now.

[Scoffs] ♪ ♪ Samuel gave me the letter.

♪ Are my children sick?

The honest truth, Mrs. Chdozie, is that we don't know and we have to find that out.

They do not show any sign of illness.

I'm all right.

I feel well.

♪ We have company?

Esther: Daddy!

Daddy!

Mr. Chdozie: Children, what a welcome.

♪ We must offer our guest food and tea.

You are welcome in my home.

Thank you, Mr. Chdozie.

The nurse has come to say that Esther and Samuel may be sick.

They will need to have x-ray tests.

It has been written in a letter.

X-ray tests?

For possible tuberculosis.

You can die from tuberculosis.

Oh, not in this day and age, Mr. Chdozie, not here.

Medicine has come a long way.

[Coughing] ♪ Mr. Chdozie, can I have a look at your handkerchief?

Ah, it is nothing of any consequence.

♪ Mr. Chdozie, I think it is.

I'm sending for the doctor.

All finished for now, Mrs. Stanton.

The fetal head is not engaged.

What does that mean?

Only that baby's head hasn't dropped down to your pelvis yet.

Is that because of my age?

Ha!

It's perfectly usual in any third pregnancy.

What would you advise Mrs. Stanton to do when her waters break?

You call Nonnatus House straightaway-- do you hear me-- just in case baby's head is on the high side.

Can't I have a fag first and then ring you?

♪ All right.

Yeah.

I'll do as I'm told.

That is the correct answer.

[Scoffs] Can I take a look under your shirt?

I need to listen to your breathing, please, Mr. Chdozie.

Oh, Lord, there's nothing of you.

You're not eating properly.

He eats well.

I cook the best food as I can.

♪ Deep breath, please.

[Wheezes] And again.

[Wheezes] ♪ And another.

[Wheezes] And one more.

[Wheezes] Thank you.

♪ Being here, it is not the same as in the newsreels.

I wanted to be a proper Englishman-- watch football, have tea at the Ritz.

Instead, we have tea with the rats.

[Patrick sighs] Your symptoms do all seem to be pointing towards tuberculosis... but there is plenty that we can do.

As you don't officially have a GP, we will register the whole family at my surgery, then arrange for x-rays at St. Cuthbert's as well as sputum tests.

But what are the costs?

Nancy: There are no costs.

Medical treatment is free-of-charge in this country.

Mr. Chdozie, I want you to start taking medicine straightaway.

This is the prescription.

And this is free-of-charge?

I'm afraid a prescription costs two shillings and sixpence.

♪ I've seen TB in doss-houses and the homeless, but, Phyllis, never in a young family like the Chdozies and never in children.

Once upon a time, there were families like that living on every street.

It was all over Ireland when I was a child.

I can remember the nuns marching us all down from the orphanage to have our x-rays taken in a great, big van.

It was the same over here.

See, that campaign saved countless lives.

I just wish they had stopped tuberculosis altogether.

I was dismissed from my job today.

Why?

I cannot do it well.

I sweep too slow.

You are ill, Felix.

In Lagos, I was a clerk in a government office.

Here, I'm not good enough to sweep the roads.

Oh...

There will be no more money.

Paid two shillings and sixpence to get your medicine.

[Winces] And because of that, I will get better.

I will find work.

Yes.

This is the land of opportunity.

Mm-hmm.

♪ [Winces] ♪ Julienne: Sister Monica Joan, are you unwell?

You haven't touched your breakfast.

I cannot partake when I am tight with tension.

I have attained too much knowledge.

Those courageous astronauts will be situated on enough propellant to blow them to smithereens.

It hasn't happened yet, and it won't happen this time.

Only God is apprised of His own purpose.

The souls of the astronauts are in his hands.

In which case, I will leave you to pray a little longer.

♪ [Door closes] Ooh.

Ooh... [Splash] Oh, shall I go and phone Nonnatus House?

Oh, make us a pot of tea first.

♪ Ngozi, I know you're having difficulty feeding, but now's a good time to start weaning, so just some ground rice and cow's milk to begin with.

I also brought some tokens for milk and orange juice plus some forms for free school dinners from September.

Rosalind: Most children loathe school dinners, but I adore them, especially the custard.

♪ In Nigeria, I was the one who would feed others when they were in need.

Now we live like ghosts, and I am so ashamed.

There's nothing wrong with needing help, Mrs. Chdozie, and no shame in accepting it.

Felix: This is my fault for bringing us here.

Never.

You saved us by bringing us away from the war.

Do you want some?

♪ [Pouring] ♪ How much can I have?

All of it, sweetheart.

You can drink all of it.

♪ And take this for the baby.

Thank you for your assistance.

Rosalind: We've only just started.

[Baby fusses] [Engine starts] ♪ Can you imagine if your entire family had TB?

It has to be the very worst kind of luck.

♪ I don't think this baby's read the instruction booklet.

His head's still a little bit high.

You know what in gonna suggest?

Surprise me.

An enema to make sure baby has room to descend.

Can't I just have bran flakes?

They usually make me go.

How about we get Mrs. Stanton up and walking to try to encourage her contractions?

I'm not walking nowhere.

I'm saving me strength.

Honey, you can choose-- either a bit of light exercise or a lot of hot, soapy water where the sun don't shine.

Ohh... ♪ Man, on TV: Ignition sequence starts.

3, 2, 1, 0.

All engine running.

Liftoff.

We have a liftoff 32 minutes past the hour, liftoff on Apollo 11, tower clear.

Millicent: Dr. Turner, I had an urgent telephone call from St. Cuthbert's regarding the Chdozie family's tests.

The written report will follow, but I took note of the details.

The Chdozies?

Let me see.

Is it as you feared?

It's worse.

The father has lung damage, swollen lymph nodes, cavities in his lungs.

We need to find him a bed in an isolation ward as soon as we possibly can.

I will attend to it immediately.

I'll go and see them now.

[Humming] ♪ Phyllis, can I tell you something?

I hope you know you can tell me anything.

I think my mother had TB.

Have you ever heard anything said to that effect?

No.

The nuns never told me.

The nuns never told us anything if it could be avoided.

The other day, Mr. Chdozie's hankie with the blood... it brought back the sound of my mother coughing, and his hand was so thin, it felt like bare bones.

It felt like hers, and suddenly, I knew what it was.

That was why she died.

Do you think I'm imagining things?

You're not imagining your loss, and you're not imagining your grief.

♪ If you want to find out more about your mother, I'm sure it can be done, but are you sure you really want to?

♪ Ah, here comes Nurse Aylward.

How are we getting on?

Prue: She's not doing too bad...for a student.

That's enough cheek from you.

Ohh... Ohh... Joyce: That's the way, honey.

You know the drill now-- slow, steady breaths.

Ohh...ah...

I'll see you and baby tomorrow, Prue.

I bloody hope so.

Ha ha ha!

Well, you've had a long day, haven't you, sweetie?

We're making the best of it, and Prue's doing almost everything she's told.

Ha!

Millicent: I'm trying to get some information in regards to Miss Nancy Corrigan.

Ann.

Nancy's her nickname.

Forgive me.

You would know here by her given name of Ann... No "E." no "E." She was admitted to your orphanage in Cork as a child.

[Jonty wailing] ♪ Nanny, would you please come and look after this child?

There.

You can see the moon clearly if you look now.

Oh, I see the moon and infinite configurations of stars.

Oh... when has man been as close to the face of God as this?

No, no.

You keep looking.

I can't concentrate on space with all this mayor malarkey.

It's all getting to be too much, and Vi's barely started yet.

She's already got two shops to run.

What if she can't manage?

Then you will help her manage.

You're a team.

Regard Apollo 11.

There is no one astronaut, but 3, and they are magnificent.

♪ [Bicycle bell rings] ♪ Another midwife?

How many babies are we having?

I have a message for Nurse Aylwood.

I'm here.

What's the matter?

Your husband telephoned.

You need to call him right away.

Is something wrong with Jonty?

He didn't specify, and I didn't ask.

He sounded so tense, I just jumped on my bike and came straight over.

I'll be back right away.

♪ [Bicycle bell rings] [Telephone line rings] Matthew, it's me.

Ah, thank goodness.

I had the most tiresome meeting about investments and things not going to plan.

The business, it's so stressful, I have the most dreadful headache.

Jonty won't stop crying for you, and-- I thought this was an emergency.

I imagined all sorts of horrors.

I have the most pounding headache, Trixie.

Then take two aspirin.

I can't believe you called me out for this when I'm on duty.

How much longer until you're gonna be home?

You have other responsibilities.

Yes, and they include a woman in labor!

Prue: I need to push.

Please, God, tell me I can push.

Congratulations.

You're fully dilated.

Just wait for the next pain.

♪ Right.

Are we making progress?

We certainly are.

I'm not sure what I'm feeling, maybe a mouth?

A mouth?

It feel like a textbook description of a face presentation.

Well, that would be frightfully unlikely, it's so rare.

♪ Prue, with your permission, I'm going to have to have a little check of the baby just to make sure it's playing by the rules.

♪ We need Dr. Turner.

♪ [Coughing] Can't you use a bucket?

We don't want your germs in here.

♪ Trixie: I'm going to tell you when you can push again, Prue.

[Panting] Use this little pause just to rest and breathe.

I can't do any more.

I got nothing left.

Honey, you're about to bring new life into this world, and that means that deep inside you, you'll find all the strength you need.

[Panting] Ah... Now you can push, Prue.

Uh...uh...aagh... Patrick: As hard as you can.

Aagh... Ah!

And we've got the little monkey's head.

[Panting] Uh!

Uh!

Uh!

Another push, Prue.

Aah aah... Aagh...aagh...

Steady, not too hard.

Mmwww...

Uh...uh...ugh!

[Baby crying] It's a boy.

I've never had a boy before.

Good things come to those who wait and wait and wait and wait.

Why did he take so long coming out?

Once he took the decision to arrive face first, it was always going to slow things down, but he is here, and he's really quite good-looking.

Ha ha!

Ohh... Oh, in your opinion.

Ha ha ha!

He looks like he's gone 10 rounds with Henry Cooper.

Baby born at 10:47.

Let's see how fast the afterbirth comes.

I'll leave Nurse Highland in charge of that.

♪ [Telephone line rings] Come on, Matthew.

Ohh... [Exhales] I'd like to call him after you, Ronnie.

Ronnie: No, Prue.

It'd be an honor-- don't get me wrong-- but it's not modern.

Give him something up-to-date.

Ah, there you are.

Are you happy to stay with Nurse Highland?

Yes.

Of course.

Is the placenta done and dusted?

It certainly looks interesting.

Patrick: That swelling around his face will soon settle, although he might have a couple of black eyes in the morning.

Ronnie: Do you mind if I take a snap, Doc?

As long as you get my good side.

I don't reckon this poor baby's got a good side.

Trixie: As soon as you're sure it's complete, write it up in your notes and dispose of it.

Joyce: I want to take my time with it.

I've never seen one quite like this before.

It's dark and gritty-looking with a lot of tiny clots.

Oh, surely you're familiar with afterbirths from smoking mothers.

Yes, but this is so severe.

It would be.

Prue smokes 30 a day at least.

Oh, other than that, it looks good.

I'm happy to sign off on it.

♪ [Kiss] ♪ Did you take aspirin for your headache?

Uh-huh.

It helped a bit.

I think it's from stress.

Stress about the business?

♪ Maybe it was just eye strain.

Huh.

How about a nice, warm cup of Ovaltine and a nice warm bed?

And a nice, warm wife?

Nice, warm, and, oh, slightly tired.

Mm, but not exhausted?

No.

♪ I did not give Miss Higgins permission to go playacting Sherlock Holmes.

No.

I did, and if that was wrong of me, I apologize and will not mention it again.

It wasn't wrong of you.

It was kind.

Look.

Shall I just give you the facts?

Miss Higgins was very persistent and has managed to track down a Sister Agnes Mary.

I remember her in Cork, and she was in the London branch for a bit when I started training.

She goes by her original name now of Kathleen Flanagan.

She lives in a nursing home now, no longer in the best of health, but she has agreed to see you, and she will talk, if that's what you want.

Um... ♪ I've come with good news.

We've found Mr. Chdozie a bed on an isolation ward.

The ambulance is already on its way.

Please.

Felix, it is time to get ready.

You're going to the hospital.

My suit, must put on my suit.

There's no need to change, Mr. Chdozie.

Felix: Uh!

Uh... [Panting] Heh.

Our sons, they make us proud.

A good man raises a fine son.

We do our best.

[Breathes deeply] This is the man I used to be-- a man dressed for the world, not a man on the floor.

♪ Smart enough for the Ritz.

♪ I'm thankful to you for looking after my family.

You have looked after them in the past, and you will look after them again.

We are more than happy to do our bit.

[Baby crying] Ah!

Samuel!

Go and see if the ambulance is here.

If it isn't, dial 999.

Ngozi: [Whimpering] ♪ No...

I'm glad you're here.

She's looking proper rotten.

I tried a cigarette just now and nearly spewed up.

I've got a pain in my stomach like I'm having another baby.

Nurse Highland, see to baby while I check mother.

[Baby crying] ♪ Don't need a thermometer to see you have a fever.

Mm mm... Shelagh: Now let me have a feel of your tummy.

Uh!

♪ Oh, I think you're in for a wee ride to St. Cuthbert's.

Shelagh: Oh... Ngozi: Ah!

No!

There was no sign of it, so I ran to the phone box.

By the time I got back, it was pulling up outside, so now we'll have two ambulances.

And they'll both be too late.

[Crying] ♪ All the classic symptoms of a partially retained placenta.

It should be spotted when we check the afterbirth.

What could cause it to be missed?

The midwife not paying attention to detail, perhaps, but placentas can be complicated things.

Oh.

♪ Nurse Crane tells me you found Sister Agnes Mary.

Miss Flanagan.

♪ I think I would like to speak to her, if you'd be kind enough to give me her address.

I obtained it entirely for your purposes, but rather than simply handing it over, I suspect it might be better if I drove you there.

♪ Well, TB's on its way to being eradicated, not least due to diligent public health policy.

I am not going to consume this.

It is not congruent with my thinking.

Rosalind: Some people would be glad of anything to eat whether it's congruent with their thinking or it's not.

Phyllis: That's not the way we speak to our elders, Nurse Clifford.

I'm sorry.

I am not ungrateful for this repast, but I have read that the astronauts are partaking of sealed pouches of paste as sustenance on their journey.

Henceforth, until they are returned to Earth, I shall only partake of paste in communion with them.

Phyllis: And where are you going to buy this paste, in Poplar?

I shall make due with porridge.

♪ St. Cuthbert's telephoned.

You were right about Prue Stanton.

She's had a sizable piece of placenta removed.

Oh, I'm not surprised.

She was bleeding very heavily.

Nurse Highland was still checking it when I left, obviously not well enough.

Joyce: The placenta looked a bit of a sight because the mother was a smoker, but Nurse Aylwood signed off on that placenta.

She was in a hurry.

She left the house twice to make phone calls.

Twice?

I knew she did once, but-- Look.

I don't know what was going on.

She just seemed desperate to get home, and she was the senior midwife.

I had to follow her lead.

Joyce, you have to tell someone.

This could prevent you from qualifying.

It could, couldn't it?

This is not your mistake.

It'll be my word against hers.

No, Joyce.

If you don't speak up, it will be my word against hers, and I don't care because I care about you.

♪ Julienne: Thank you for calling, Shelagh.

I will speak with her.

[Sighs] [Knock on door] Come in.

[Door opens] Rosalind: May Nurse Highland and I speak with you, Sister?

Most certainly, in due course.

I'm afraid at this precise moment, I need to speak to Nurse Highland alone.

Is it to do with Mrs. Stanton?

Yes, and Nurse Highland.

Rosalind: I will gladly leave you alone to discuss it, but I cannot walk out of this room without saying that the person you really need to be talking to is Nurse Aylwood.

Nurse Aylwood?

I'm afraid she declared the placenta to be complete.

I see.

Rosalind: Mrs. Stanton's well-being is what matters most, but my colleague's career matters, too.

Please don't say I'm just making a fuss.

There is a great deal of difference between making a fuss and stating facts.

[Vehicle approaching] Nancy: What if I can't think what to ask her?

Talk to her.

See what she has to offer up.

She's old and ill and may not be strong enough to be interrogated.

If she says anything of meaning, I will make a note of it.

[Birds chirping] [Bell tolling] Woman: Miss Flanagan is waiting for you.

♪ Trixie: I have checked hundreds of placentas, and I have never made a mistake.

Possibly because you're not in the habit of rushing.

Pupil Midwife Highland was extremely reluctant to tell me what had happened, but it appears that you made two phone calls during the delivery and were in a hurry to get home.

I'm afraid that's true.

No one is infallible.

We can all make mistakes.

And my mistake was making my home life a priority, worrying about a man on the other side of London instead of a woman 3 feet away from me.

[Sobs] It's unprofessional and unforgivable.

I will resign if you think it's best.

I do not think it is for the best, nor do I even think it's appropriate.

Well, what is appropriate?

That you recover your composure and your dignity and we decide together how to minimize the damage to Pupil Midwife Highland.

Nancy: Well, my mother's name was Aileen Corrigan.

She smelled of violets and had dark, wavy hair with a parting.

I used to think every young woman in Cork had dark, wavy hair with a parting, well, unless they messed with the peroxide bottle.

Heh.

It was the influence of the films.

Ann was admitted in 1948.

♪ You know, it's this girl's face that sparks a memory, round as it is now and the eyes as blue as they are now.

I remember your mother for two reasons.

She was so very, very thin, and she brought you to the convent herself while she was still alive.

She wanted to see where you would sleep and what you would eat and if we would love you, and she held your hands very, very tightly.

♪ Uh-- Nancy--Ann has sometimes wondered why no other relatives could take her in.

♪ Well, they were a tubercular family.

None of them lived into old age.

Mrs. Corrigan had sisters, but they predeceased her.

I think she knew what lay ahead.

Why didn't I get it when everyone else did?

Well, once upon a time, I would have said, "God chooses," but now I would cite natural immunity or possibly vaccination.

♪ Did you make a good life?

I'm a nurse, and I have a beautiful, beautiful little girl.

Your mother would have liked that.

♪ Trixie: I'm inquiring about a Mrs. Prudence Stanton.

Critical but stable.

Thank you.

"Critical but stable"?

They do nobody any favors talking in riddles.

I'm not asking for any favors.

If, on the other hand, I was given the chance to turn the clock back, I'd grab it with both hands.

What's done is done, lass.

It's how we move forward that proves what you're made of.

[Sighs] Oh... ♪ Oh, lass... was it TB?

♪ She held my hand, Phyllis.

She wanted me to be loved.

Well, she'd be happy now, wouldn't she?

♪ Mummy, where have you been?

Somewhere far away and back again.

Come with me.

♪ What is this for?

It's to keep you safe.

[Click] Ow!

Nancy, what are you doing?

Colette needs to be protected.

I've given her a Heaf test.

If she needs it, can she have the vaccination?

She's not in the right age group.

Oh, TB doesn't care about her age group like it didn't care about our entire family.

Could your make an exception, Sister Veronica, please?

Oh, I suppose.

It could be permissible to give the vaccination early as long as the paperwork is properly filed.

Yes.

[Kiss] ♪ Please sit down, Pupil Midwife Highland.

Is there any news of Mrs. Stanton?

She's improving.

We hope that she will be discharged within the week.

Now, we have come to a decision regarding your case notes on Mrs. Stanton.

They are to be written to make it clear that Nurse Aylwood declared the placenta to be complete, and not yourself.

Phyllis: Nurse Aylwood is a woman of great integrity, and she's only too willing to admit a mistake and is extremely anxious that you should not be penalized.

Will anything happen to her?

Julienne: We think not.

The placenta was in poor condition because the mother smoked.

Problems may have been inevitable.

From now on, our main concern is Mrs. Stanton and the baby.

♪ Matthew: Surely everyone's allowed to make one tiny mistake.

It wasn't tiny.

It was elementary, and it could have had monumental consequences.

Perhaps taking some time off work might not be a bad idea.

Midwifery's a very demanding job.

Midwifery is my vocation.

It's who I am.

You said you understood that.

And--and I do... but we're married now.

Marriage isn't just about who you are, and surely you can do good in other ways.

My--my mother gives her life to her charities.

I mean, you ought to have a word with her about Meals on Wheels.

Meals on Wheels?

Mm.

Driving around suburbia with trolleys fill of mince and then rushing home in time to warm your slippers and pour you a drink?

I've come to a decision.

If Sister Julienne agrees, from now on, I'll stay at Nonnatus House for 3 nights a week.

That way, I can put the patients first when I'm working, and when I'm not, I can be at home and completely devoted to you and to Jonty.

Trixie, we've been married for 8 months.

♪ Are you a wife or a midwife?

Can't I be both?

Only you can answer that.

♪ Phyllis: Oh.

What's wrong with the television?

Monica Joan: It is in repose.

We cannot risk it breaking before tomorrow evening.

The BBC are to broadcast the moon landing continuously throughout the darkest hours into the next day.

We have invited our neighbors to join us in the square.

The cathode rays must retain their strength.

♪ Oh, no, you don't.

They're too heavy.

[Clears throat] Ooh.

Uh-huh.

Here.

Right.

♪ Teamwork.

Do you want to see my picture?

It's lovely, dear.

What it is?

Aliens killing astronauts.

Oh, will there be aliens on the moon?

Not according to Angela.

She charged me sixpence to look round her Space Museum last night.

Hmm.

♪ I've brought more medicine for the children.

Come in.

We are doing a ritual for Felix.

♪ [Coughing] ♪ You are welcome to join us if you wish.

♪ [Indistinct chatter] ♪ [Click] Buzz Aldrin: 15 forward.

11 forward.

Coming down nicely.

200 feet.

Charles Duke: Eagle, Houston.

You are go for landing.

Over.

♪ Aldrin: Down 2 1/2.

Forward.

Forward.

Uh... 40 feet, down 2 1/2, picking up some dust.

30 feet, 2 1/2 down.

Faint shadow.

4 forward.

4 forward, drifting to the right a little.

20 feet, down a half.

Duke: 30 seconds.

Aldrin: Drifting forward just a little bit.

That's good.

♪ Contact light.

♪ Neil Armstrong: Houston, uh... Tranquility Base here.

The Eagle has landed.

[Cheering and applause] Oh...oh... Ah!

They've landed!

They've landed!

♪ Why don't the astronauts come out.

Maybe they're having a rest first.

We'll just have to keep watching.

I want the aliens to chase the astronauts.

[Laughter] [Bell tolling] Armstrong: I'm gonna step off the LEM now.

Ohh... ♪ Armstrong: That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.

What a journey to be part of.

♪ Daddy... ♪ Girl: Dad wants to call him Neil after that spaceman.

Prue: You can't get much more up-to-date than that.

Ha ha ha!

Are you gonna weigh him now?

I think Nurse Aylwood's gonna do that.

Right you are.

Please.

No rush.

♪ Be good, my precious girl.

♪ It is as though I'm losing them forever.

Patrick: They'll be back from the isolation ward before you know it, and they'll be cured.

Have you got anyone to support you while they're gone?

I had a friend who came here before we did.

I heard she might be somewhere South of the River.

If you give me her name, I know someone who's good at finding people.

[Engine starts] Mature Jennifer: Man had reached the moon, but not every star was mapped.

Earth remained a place where people could be lost and need a human hand to guide them home.

Home is our center of gravity.

No scientist can calculate the pull that draws us back or hurls us out into the dark beyond fragile and petrified and brave, but still we travel onward one small step at a time.

Now, I don't know if you've heard about my excursion.

Of course.

It's the talk of Poplar.

I know what you're thinking-- two children out of wedlock.

Cyril: Our mayor has organized a trip to the seaside this Sunday.

[Cheering] Why have you made me a dress?

Oh, it's a changing cape.

♪ [Horn honks] ♪ ♪