Call the Midwife

Mature Jennifer: Sometimes our new beginnings have been yearned for.

We have chosen them.

Others lie in wait and burst upon us like bad weather or unwelcome beasts.

Little wonder that we cling to what is certain: home, the hearth, the family, born or found.

Places where no storms land, and we think no winds can blow.

What's happening with the father in all this?

Is there any prospect of marriage?

I've asked her that, and she wouldn't answer.

How could you be so stupid, Belinda?!

You had the world at your feet.

University!

Once you gave up on the idea of nursing.

Lady Aylward... would you consider entering into partnership with me?

Partnership?

Mr.

Scarisbrick: I intend to semi-retire, and I thought that 40% ownership of the Lady Emily might appeal, with the backing of the Aylward Estate, of course.

I'm afraid I don't have access to the Aylward Estate capital, Mr Scarisbrick, and neither does my husband.

Everything is under the control of my mother-in-law, Lavinia.

Ah, of course.

Dear, difficult Lavinia.

I remember her from our dancing days.

Nevertheless, I would like you to at least consider the offer.

Perhaps you could put your wiles to work.

[Scoffs] Look, if there is one thing that we're really good at as a family, it's working out a problem.

I didn't do this as part of the family, Dad!

I did it on my own!

And you had fun, did you?

It was fantastic!

While it lasted.

[Door opens] Oh, Beryl!

Oh, I thought we had mice!

Which aren't unheard of, even in the best-managed mansion flats.

I was feeling the heat.

I think it's that continental quilt.

I don't think they'll catch on over here.

The winters aren't cold enough.

I'll swap you with this candlewick... tomorrow.

Sister... if you don't want to take the diuretics anymore... I accept that.

You're not going to dissuade me?

No.

-Oh... -I tried to, out of love.

As we discussed.

And now I will stop, out of respect.

I've just had two very interesting phone calls.

First St.

Cuthbert's, telling me that Mrs.

Rhoda Mullucks is pressing for an early discharge after a cholecystectomy.

She's not going to be very well at all.

Should I add her to the district nursing list?

Nurse Crane: Thank you, Nurse Clifford.

But then, I had Mrs.

Mullucks ring to say that their elder daughter is expecting and in need of our attention.

I'll put Mrs.

Turner on to this.

She knows the family well.

Nurse Crane... I'm afraid I need to speak to you about Sister Monica Joan.

There isn't a GP on this Earth that would force a determined woman of 90-odd to take medication if she doesn't want to.

All it will do is make her more unhappy.

She's almost cheery this morning.

If anything, you'd think she was on the mend.

Well, don't bother her with any urine or blood tests for now.

The symptoms will speak for themselves.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'll keep you informed as things unfold.

-Thank you.

-[Footsteps approaching] -[Door opens] -Dr.

Turner!

I have just received the most infuriating communication from Central Supplies, asking you for the return of every item of council-owned equipment in our possession!

Now?!

Erm, "Prior or immediately subsequent to "the closure of your facility, as appropriate."

Well, the closure itself isn't appropriate!

And every bed, kidney bowl and set of clamps is staying on these premises until the last mother and baby go out of those doors.

They've included this entirely spurious list of items, headed "assumed inventory."

It will be consigned to the incinerator, and I shall prepare an audit of our own.

The incubator never belonged to Central Supplies!

It was paid for by the people of Poplar because the Council wouldn't provide the funds!

They are not having it.

And I'm still a GP.

Send in my next patient.

I don't think your dates are quite right, Belinda.

You feel close to term to me.

Does that mean I'm gonna have it soon?

Very possibly.

Bernie: She was here all through the summer holidays, and as Rhoda keeps telling me, there was nothing showing.

Shelagh: Bernie, why don't you go to work until Rhoda arrives in the ambulance?

Belinda and I can work through some tests, and I'll make enquiries about a home help.

Mum will tell you she doesn't need one.

And I'll tell her that without one she'll end up back in hospital.

Don't worry.

We'll soon get things organised, for both of you.

-[Door opens] -You are more than welcome.

Mr.

Franklin will see you at 4: 00.

Viola player with a wry neck, begging to be squeezed in.

I have to say, I could fill your brother's diary twice over, and there'd still be people weeping at the gates.

I was thinking he might like to have a weekly clinic at the Lady Emily, when I start as Matron there.

Have you told anyone at Nonnatus House yet?

That I'm moving?

[Sighs] I'll speak to Sister Julienne when she's back from the Mother House.

I need to say... what all mums say, don't I?

Mm-hm.

I need to say, "You're not the first "and you won't be the last."

It'll be all right, love.

We've got through worse than this.

I never got through worse than this.

I wish to sit in the chair.

And... I find myself desirous of a pomegranate.

That would be most unwise.

Pomegranates are extremely high in potassium.

Can I fetch you some other nice fruit from the market?

I would like you to summon someone from this establishment.

But... Albion and Sons is an undertaker's.

And I will have a pomegranate.

I'll never finish with God.

And I'll never question Him.

It's only myself I'm confused about, and what I want... and whether it's right for me to want it.

I know you want a child, Beryl, but is there more to it than that?

I've wanted a child so much, it filled my every aching moment, my every waking thought.

But now... I've started my menopause.

I've left it all too late.

Dr.

Turner: [On phone] Dr Turner.

Er, Philip Parry.

That, er, that son of yours is shaping up quite nicely.

We'll make an obstetrician of him yet.

I'm still hoping to make him a GP.

Mr.

Parry: Erm, later this month, we're trying out some new diagnostic technology.

I thought you might send some patients my way.

Dr.

Turner: Of course!

In return for a preview.

Were you taken by surprise when I requested your attendance?

We generally look after the deceased, Sister Monica Joan, but it seems to me that caring for the dying matters just as much.

I do not fear death.

I am, however, beset by all manner of opinions.

About your funeral?

There are rites and ritual that are prescribed, and I embrace them.

But I find I cannot rest lest my farewell is not managed in the way it ought to be.

If you explain to me why you think that is, I can help, by working out what you should do.

Fred?

Fred!

What's the matter, Sister?

Sister Monica Joan has asked for the wheelchair!

Oh, blimey.

Is it still in the shed?

I've been, uh, using it to transport compost.

And I thought she'd approve of that.

[Children playing in background] [Phone ringing] [Sighs] Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

Geoffrey: [On phone] Sis, it's me.

Erm, Matthew's been trying to get hold of you.

Trixie: I'm on a house call, Geoffrey.

What's the matter?

Geoffrey: It's your ma-in-law, the other Lady Aylward.

Sis, she's had a massive heart attack.

Matthew's already left for the airport.

They quarrelled so badly when she took over the company.

He'll be desperate to see her.

I'm afraid it's too late.

[Exhales] Sister Monica Joan: Sometimes I think it is the market that has changed the least.

The produce always marked the changing of the seasons, even during times of war.

I remember, some winters, there was nothing on these veg stalls except turnips and dried peas.

Mr.

Morris: All right, Sister?

Fancy a few bananas on the house?

My eyes are dimmer than once they were.

It is... Mr.

Morris, is it not?

Mr.

Morris: Who wants to know?

The old Bill?

[Laughing] The Sisters brought all of our kids into the world, but you delivered the first one and the last.

Which was a footling breech.

I recall that now.

My Mildred said afterwards, "Don't you ever charge her for bananas again."

How 'bout a few chrysanths, Sister?

Oh, thank you.

I don't deserve such generosity.

I'd let them be the judge of that.

Sister Monica Joan: The flags beneath these wheels are worn quite smooth.

One thinks about the feet that made them so.

The brides... The mothers... The thousand infants brought to be baptised.

The mourners.

I see a few churches in my line of work.

I always reckon this one is the best.

Do you ever pray, Mr.

Mullucks?

I have felt the inclination once or twice.

I will be buried at the Mother House.

But I want my Requiem to take place here.

I am not only leaving this earth, Mr.

Mullucks.

I am leaving Poplar, and it is my home.

Geoffrey: Has there ever been a greater indicator of a shotgun wedding status than a hastily butter-creamed vanilla sponge?

Pick your nozzle.

I'll do the small rosettes, you can do the large ones.

I do so wish you were able to come.

I always loved a party, almost more than anything.

When I was a nun, I was always sat on the sidelines.

Now I'm not a nun, however temporarily, I'm banished.

I could give a good account of myself in the foxtrot once upon a time.

Oh, I adore a foxtrot.

I also know of a lovely lounge bar where they play all the right tunes and serve resplendent cocktails.

I'll take you there if you like.

I'd like to be anywhere where I'm not on the fringes.

Sister Monica Joan: For a moment... I thought you were Sister Maud.

I think I've heard of Sister Maud.

But she passed away long before my time.

She was the infirmarian.

[Chuckles quietly] And she loved a deathbed more than any birthing chamber.

The end of life was always more compelling to her than its commencement.

Sometimes, I saw her weep.

She wept when she died.

But religious are supposed to welcome the end when it is offered to us.

[Sighs] I think... it is offered to me now.

No, Sister... You were the one who foretold it.

What do you mean?

At Christmas.

When we saw another pass through the veil from this world to the next.

I can't recall his name, but his eyes were bright, like a robin's.

Mr.

Fischer?

He was met by all who loved him.

And you said the Sisters would come for me.

When you die.

I saw Sister Maud as clearly as I see you now.

And I know it has begun.

I'm not convinced it's imminent, but she's asked to see the priest.

I will come back tomorrow.

I was already preparing to leave, as there have been discussions and a vote.

And I have news to impart.

Will you impart it when you get home?

Sister Julienne: Yes.

Please... just stay with our sister now.

Sister Catherine: I won't leave her for a moment.

Oh, come on, lass.

We're in this together.

There's going to be a wedding.

That's life, though, isn't it?

And I didn't dare tell Sister Julienne the other thing she asked for.

[Chuckles] So, a little bird told us you fancied a gin and tonic.

You'd better drink it, because we had to go to the off-licence specially.

I have heard the beverage mentioned so often in my lifetime, and always in such approving terms.

I thought it a shame I was so ignorant.

Joyce: Well, we're all for you keeping your liquids up.

Go on.

Ah... I declare myself... enamoured.

Oh... Welcome back, Sister!

[Knock at door] [Recorder tooting a fanfare] [Playing Wedding March] [Laughing] I couldn't get to sleep last night.

All I wanted was for it to be the morning.

Joyce: Honey, you forgot your shoes and your hairdryer.

I brought both.

[Laughs] We put some peppermints on the tray.

[Wedding March continues] -[Song finishes] -[All laughing] Mrs.

Wallace: Saltfish, ackee, and fried dumpling.

You need a proper breakfast inside you, today of all days.

Thank you for being my witness, Mrs.

Wallace.

I am not your witness.

God is your witness.

Even if the wedding is in a registry office.

Is that shirt ready, Mrs.

Buckle?

Well, I'm not satisfied with the right-hand cuff.

Oh, by the way, Cyril... Fred wondered which firm you'd booked your taxis with.

Mozzy's Motors.

Hm.

You know, just in case there's any problems.

Thank you for your patience, ladies.

May I present... the bride!

Pinards at the ready!

[Laughter] [All cheering] Father Hilary is hearing her confession.

Will you please repeat after me... "I do solemnly declare that I know not "of any lawful impediment "why, I, Rosalind Anne Clifford..." I do solemnly declare that I know not of any lawful impediment why I... [In a whisper] Rosalind Anne Clifford.

[Guests chuckling] Rosalind Anne Clifford... Registrar: May not be joined in matrimony to thee, Cyril Alphonse Robinson.

May not be joined in matrimony to thee, Cyril Alphonse Robinson.

Through this holy anointing, may the Lord and his love and mercy help you with the grace of the Holy Spirit.

May the Lord, who frees you from sin, save you... and raise you up.

Amen.

Cyril: I marry you with this ring because you are more precious to me than all the gold the world contains.

And I marry you with this ring because a circle is eternal, and our love will never end.

Father Hilary: Receive, Sister, this food for thy journey.

The body of our Lord Jesus Christ.

May he preserve thee from the malicious enemy and bring thee to everlasting life.

Amen.

Amen.

[Cheering and clapping] [Celebratory music] [Camera clicks] [Cheering and clapping continue] [Cheering gets louder] It is quite wonderfully made.

When I made my vows to Christ, we were told a single lily must suffice.

I should have liked that better.

You are radiant... even among brides.

It is the child within you, I think.

A pearl.

Like the pearl you wear on your finger.

Who told you about the child?

Rosalind: It is supposed to be a secret!

Sister Monica Joan: Perhaps... as the body fades, the senses grow sharper.

I have a gift for your infant.

You must not leave without it.

The teddy bear?

Rosalind: Aww.

Sister Monica Joan!

Sister Monica Joan: Your child is a child of this century.

It has both your features in its face... and I delight in it.

Harry: Gangway!

Timothy: Got the shoes to tie to the taxi.

Cyril: The trouble is, there is no taxi.

I booked it in advance, and there's no sign of it.

[Horn honking] -[People cheering] -[Rosalind laughing] [People clapping and whistling] Oh!

Someone: Fred!

[Laughter] [Mouths silently] Cyril: What's this, Fred?

We thought you should have something special.

[Chuckling] Ha-ha!

[Excited chatter and sound of car outside] [People cheering and clapping] [Phone ringing] Hello, love.

This is Mrs.

Mullucks.

Could you get your mum and tell her it's about Belinda?

Nurse Crane: Oh... Her hand's starting to go cold.

I'll call Dr.

Turner.

He asked to be kept informed.

Dad?

I keep thinking about Susan... and her legs and her arms.

I mean, the artificial ones.

They just... don't work.

She has to be pushed, and parked like luggage or something.

There's no alternative, Perry.

We had a talk in college today about... electric wheelchairs.

Electric, like you plug it in?

No.

They have a built-in 100-watt motor and rear-wheel drive.

Why don't you tell the society?

Maybe they can fix it for Susan to try one.

Do you reckon she could steer an electric one herself?

Well, we'd have to give it a go.

Dad, she needs us to chase everything that's new.

Oh... Good girl, Belinda!

Good girl!

This one will soon be over.

Oh, they just keep coming, though.

Rhoda: That's the nature of childbirth, love.

Shall I pop and get you some more painkillers?

Um... in a minute, maybe.

It feels so strange with all those empty beds.

Oh... You're our only patient, Belinda.

And the delivery room's all set up for when you're ready to move through.

Rhoda: Mrs.

Turner was saying this might be the last baby ever born here.

You're lucky to get in before it closes down.

Mm-hm.

Oh... [Groaning] Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and Mars In other words Hold my hand In other words Baby, kiss me You look simply ravishing.

And, rather appropriately, this cocktail comprising gin, lemon juice, and creme de peche, is known as "Perfect Lady."

-Oh!

-[Glasses clink] [Chuckles] Ooh!

I might yet find out what a hangover is like!

[Laughs] Philip!

Philip: How lovely to see you, Geoffrey.

Is Alistair with you?

Oh, propping up the bar, as usual.

Flatly refuses to join me on the dance floor.

I do so envy you your delightful partner.

Oh, this is my darling friend, Beryl.

Er, Beryl, may I present Philip Parry?

How lovely to meet you.

Enchant.

[Exhales shakily] Nurse Crane: Fresh hot-water bottle?

I think I saw her shiver.

You're done in, lass.

I'll fetch you if things change.

You go to bed.

Leave the night shift to me.

Something old, something new Something borrowed, something blue Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh I've still got memories to cherish Ooh-ooh-ooh... [Breathing slowly] [Breathing slowly] [Door opens and closes] Have things changed?

They're starting to.

You get dressed, and I'll tell Sister Julienne.

I might have known you'd put in an appearance, Sister Evangelina.

Some of us know when a job needs finishing.

You, meanwhile, have shilly-shallied long enough!

Even the Almighty's patience has worn thin.

What's it like... where I will go?

It's... everything we were promised... and all that you have worked for.

Come on, you.

[Baby crying] And you have a daughter!

Bang on 20 past 3.

And you've put me out of a job, Belinda.

Well done.

[Gasps] Rhoda: Oh, look at her!

Ohh!

Look at her little hands!

Look at her little toes!

Oh!

[Baby crying] Would you like to do something very special, Rhoda, and cut the cord?

[Baby crying] Oh...!

[Baby crying] [Whimpering] [Baby cooing] [Door opens] There's no pulse.

Oh, lass.

[Crying] I want to say... how can a heart like hers stop beating?

How can a life like hers come to an end?

Should we open the window to let her soul out?

When Sister Julienne gets here.

There's no hurry.

Would you like me to pray with you until she comes?

[quietly] Yes.

Rest eternal grant unto her, O Lord.

May her soul and the souls of all the departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Amen.

Amen.

[Children laughing] Child: Tag!

Child 2: You're it!

She really has laid down everything that she wanted.

And in considerable detail.

Even that she wants to be wheeled to the church on a costermonger's cart.

A proper Poplar funeral.

We will do everything she asks.

Meanwhile, Mr.

Mullucks, I believe you became a grandfather last night.

I did, I did.

Little girl.

[Children playing outside] I'll have to sign the certificate.

But you can do the checks.

Torch and stethoscope.

That's all you need.

Heartbeat first?

Just as if she was still with us.

I feel as though I should be talking to her.

I always think that.

It's okay, Sister.

[Whispers] You're in good hands.

Geoffrey... it's time for me to go.

Where...?

Back to the Order.

I was always going to have to choose.

And you don't want to... choose this?

I left because I wanted a child.

This... isn't a life that could give me that.

I could find you someone who can.

There are hordes of suitable men out there.

They'd come charging down the thoroughfares of London like the Hun.

And I'm a dab hand with a... with a shark net and with a poison dart and a blowpipe.

Geoffrey... this isn't to do with you.

I've been beaten by my own biology.

And I belong in the Order.

I earned that life.

If I go back... I can hold babies every day... love them every day.

And that won't hurt you?

Not now.

Because I know the things I dreamed of weren't meant for me.

What does a pallbearer do?

Well, he's one of the people who help to carry the coffin into the church.

It's considered to be an honour, especially if the person that died asked for you.

Who else did she ask?

Fred, of course.

And Dr.

Turner and Timothy, and Cyril and Geoffrey.

And she put Miss Higgins' Harry down as a reserve.

All the proper men?

Fred: Yes.

Because you're a proper man, too.

I will do it.

And I will be proud.

Geoffrey: Beryl, you know... I'll walk you all the way to the front door if you want me to.

Veronica: No, you'd best not.

I need to say goodbye to Beryl too.

Maybe it's best if I leave her here.

With me.

She'll always be with you.

And whenever there's... chutney to be made, or costumes cobbled together, or... happy family times to be had again in the convent parlour, Sister Veronica will always be so pleased to see you.

And there will be happy family times, won't there?

Yes.

Don't disappear.

[Sighs] I'm not scared of new beginnings, Sister.

I've seen too many babies being born.

And you will wait until we know exactly where we're going?

We had a long conversation about waiting once.

In the wreckage of a train.

Waiting is what we do.

Yes.

We'll do this together.

And with that, I suppose I ought to pray.

I have always left that to the experts.

Do you have a moment, Nurse Crane?

I'm having to start the paperwork to transfer all of our expectant mothers' notes.

It's a pleasure to postpone it.

I applied for an acting Sister's job at St.

Cuthbert's, and they've asked me to go for an interview.

Oh, lass!

Well done!

But... it's on the day of the funeral.

Oh.

If you do the interview at the appointed time, you should get to the church before the end.

But you don't think that would be disrespectful?

The reverse.

We are burying a woman whose whole life was defined by her profession.

She's probably up there now putting a word in for you.

We are all facing loss, and we are facing change.

The death of our Sister and the alteration of our practice are not linked... but the sadness feels the same because it is time itself that has... brought both these things about.

Trixie: I notice you say "alteration," Sister Julienne, and not "closure."

Sister Veronica, Sister Catherine, and I have decided that Nonnatus House will become a house of prayer, and of charity, whilst we discern our next steps.

Can you say what sort of steps you might be considering?

As we've already discussed with Dr.

Turner, there are three potential new medical missions, all of which would involve at least a year abroad.

One of them would be in the Gilbert and Ellice Islands, one of them would be in British Columbia, and one would be in... in a remote part of Australia.

We ask for your prayers and... and your patience.

And that as many of you as are able stay with us on this journey.

All will be well.

I promise you.

Bernie: Before the cortege moves on to the church, Sister Julienne will read a short verse at the request of the lady we are honouring today.

The poem is called "The Old Astronomer Talks to his Pupil."

"Though my soul may set in darkness, "It will rise in perfect light; "I have loved the stars too fondly "To be fearful of the night."

Bernie: Thank you, gentlemen.

Nurse Highland, Sister Marcus has provided glowing references for your recent spell on our wards.

But you also have excellent testimonials from your district work.

Why do you want to return to a hospital environment?

That's not an easy question to answer, Matron, because it presupposes that my own enjoyment is the thing that matters.

What matters most is the patient, the person who needs my care.

Indeed!

Joyce: And I feel that, going forward, I can give the best of myself to them in a place that is controlled and orderly and concerned with delivering excellence.

And you don't feel that you can do that on the district?

Joyce: Things will improve, I'm sure, but... not at the present time.

[Bell tolling] Bernie: Step... Step... -[Bell tolling] -Step... Step... Step... Thank you, gentlemen.

We receive the body of our Sister Monica Joan with confidence in God, who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead.

[Bell tolling] Chorus: Abide with me Fast falls the eventide The darkness deepens Lord, with me abide When other helpers fail And comforts flee Help of the helpless O, abide with me.

Having brought so many new lives into the world, Sister Monica Joan has gone on to a new eternal existence of her own.

Words about her time on Earth seem so redundant and so small.

Will we ever see her like again?

I cannot say.

But I can say this... She was unique.

And yet what we feel as we let her go is universal.

Because we have lost her.

We have lost her.

And today, as we gather round the emptiness that she has left behind, that space becomes not a void, but a vessel filled with love, for her and from her, from ourselves, and for each other.

We may not know what the future holds, but we can all say our lives contained her.

And that binds us for eternity.

[Nuns singing "In Paradisum"] ["In Paradisum" continues] I've been trying "Victoria" out, since this morning.

Oh, I like it.

Yeah...!

[Baby cooing] Perfect.

Brava!

Epitome of authority and poise.

Do turn 'round so I can see the back.

You don't need to see the back, Mr.

Scarisbrick, because the back has nothing at all to do with what I'm about to tell you.

Well, I'm not expecting any discussion of my offer, given your unfortunate family situation.

My unfortunate family situation actually has had unexpected repercussions.

My husband now controls Aylward Estates, and I've been given a seat on the board.

So, you're interested in buying a share of the clinic?

I'm not interested in 40%.

55 would be better.

That way there's no confusion.

We all know who's in charge.

[Knocking jauntily] [Ringing doorbell] Is that Nurse Rosalind Robinson?

Because she is looking at Sister Joyce Hyland!

-You got the job!

-Yes!

[Both laughing excitedly] Aww!

Ah, there she is!

You all ready for the big event?

I have an uncomfortably full bladder.

But I believe you're all going to see something quite amazing.

It is quite space-age.

[All chuckling] I'm sorry they won't let you in.

Mr.

Parry: Now, what you are about to witness is a live examination of the gravid uterus using a method known as B-mode ultrasonography.

The transducer emits pulses of sound into the maternal abdomen, and the returning echoes are converted into an image in real time.

No radiation, no needles, and no discomfort.

Are you ready, Mother?

Yes, Mr.

Perry.

[Laughing in amazement] I think an exhibition of photographs and a tea party is a delightful way to conclude the old era.

Dr.

Turner is greatly relieved that you're staying on as his district nurse.

I think he was afraid that you might retire.

Well, I'm already eligible for my pension, so I could.

But why would I want to?

I love my work.

To give it up would be like resigning from myself.

Likewise.

Yeah, but I suppose... one day, even dear Dr.

Turner won't need us anymore.

But when that comes to pass, I'm inclined to think you and I might have some new adventures.

Dare I ask what you have in mind?

I thought... we could set up a detective agency.

I could investigate people via public records and you could use your Advanced Motorist's credentials to trail them.

Or... or... even give chase!

[Both laughing] You're on!

And what are we gonna call ourselves?

I think we should play on our spinsterly status, perhaps.

Um... "The Miss Adventures Agency"?

[Chuckles] "Miss Alliance"!

Oh, yes!

"Miss Demeanours"!

[Both laughing] I've seen cards in phone boxes from someone called Miss Demeanours!

[Both laughing] Pass the Worcester sauce.

When I think how soon we run out of time Looking back at what I've done in my time My accomplishments are few But for my days of loving you If I've never gone too far in this world When I might have made my mark in this world I had better things to do I had my days of loving you Let the others go their way Seeking more and more Give me just one yesterday Filled with love like yours I have nothing to regret in this life I've had all there is to get in this life Once I lived a dream come true I had my days of loving you... [Song fades out] Mature Jennifer: There have always been goodbyes at Nonnatus House, and there have always been endings.

Year after year, there have always been some drawing down of blinds, some closing of doors, some waving away of voyagers and exiles.

We have grieved because there was no love without pain, and we survived because the love was always greater.

Mature Jennifer: There will always be another chapter and more change.

The world is forever evolving and the winds are sometimes cold.

But it is what we carry safe within us that will stay the same.

Hope is the pearl inside the oyster, the seed in its sacred husk, hidden in the sweet dark earth until the spring comes.