Sister Julienne: You will be accompanying me to the midwifery and obstetrics conference in Chumsford.

Woman #1: Baby needs oxygen.

Sister, stay with mother, please.

Sister Julienne: You're glad you came?

Nancy: Oh, I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Woman #2: I'm going to make you that appointment.

His glasses are wrong, giving him headaches.

[explosion] Man: There's been a train crash and derailment just coming up to the bridge.

Miss Higgins: Do you know where the train was coming from?

Man: Chumsford.

Miss Higgins: I fear our colleagues were on that train.

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♪ ♪ ♪ [People shouting] [Man groaning] Constable: Don't stand here!

Move back!

♪ Matthew: Fred!

Fred!

What's the latest advice?

They've put a ladder up on the bridge.

They're gonna get the injured down that way, but there's people climbing over the old sheds on the far side, and it's not safe!

All right.

Direct them this way.

We're setting up a first-aid station inside Nonnatus.

Nancy: Fred!

Fred!

♪ Nancy!

Were you on the train?!

Yes, I--I--I was on the train, and--and--and I went to the toilet, and-- Calm down.

It's all right.

It's all right-- It's not all right!

I was with Sister Julienne and Dr. Turner, and I left them.

I couldn't get back to them!

I don't know where they are, Fred!

♪ I don't want it!

I don't like needles!

We need the afterbirth to come away.

It's been 30 minutes-- Sister Frances: Sister Edwards, a natural third stage can take up to an hour.

Leave the midwifery decisions to me, please.

This is a busy department.

We haven't got all night.

[Grunting] I want to see my baby.

Please can I see my baby?

Carole...baby was just too small and too weak to live.

Did I do it wrong?

Did I hurt it?

No.

No, its lungs weren't fully developed.

It would never have been able to breathe on its own.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

♪ Please would you take this, nurse?

♪ [Door opens and shuts] ♪ There's still nobody answering.

Announcer, on radio: Ambulances and fire brigade...

It might not be that near to Nonnatus House.

They might not even know.

Announcer: the site of this evening's crash, which took place at the junction of Wick Street and Hendy Street in the vicinity of the overhead railway bridge.

It might not be Dad's train.

Turn it off.

Turn it off before the children come downstairs.

[Sirens] [Indistinct shouting] ♪ ♪ [Moans] [Groaning] [Taking sharp breaths] ♪ Dr. Turner!

Dr. Turner!

Patrick?

♪ You seem to have lost consciousness for just a moment.

[Exhales] A bit of a bump.

I was only out for a minute or so when we crashed.

You?

It--it appears I-- I--I have mislaid a shoe... like Cinderella.

[Grunting] ♪ We have to get out.... preferably before midnight... We can't.

There's something... jammed across the door.

Mrs. Carnie: Aah!

Aah!

Turner: Agh!

Ohh!

Aah!

Sister Julienne: Mrs. Carnie, Mrs. Carnie... [Whimpering] just try to remain calm.

Help... Agh.

is on its way.

Mrs. Carnie... take my hand.

That's it.

That's it.

♪ Lucille says we'll need pads, bandages, and slings.

I have combed glass from the hair of victims in the Blitz.

The shards go everywhere-- in flesh, in clothing.

We must prepare for burns and who knows what other terrors.

[Sirens] There's a man in the porch with a compound fracture of his ankle.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

The bone's protruding through the flesh!

We need sterile padding to place around the wound.

Do you have medical experience, Mr. Aylward?

Yes, from my National Service.

I'll go straight out to him as soon as I've seen to Mrs. Wallace.

Line up any new arrivals in the corridor please.

♪ Her clothes are drenched.

I think the water from the urn must have scalded her.

If I had my bag, I would at least have a torch so I could see her properly and pethidine.

Oh, doctor.

It's not just water.

She's bleeding!

[Mrs. Carnie moans] Give me your hand, Mrs. Carnie.

There.

Just breathe.

[Exhales] ♪ Soon...my husband will come.

Indeed, he will.

I keep listening for his train.

I always listen out for his last train of the day.

I'm not sure I ever really hear it, but I like to think I do.

What time was his train again?

He was driving the 5:19.

[Moans] [Sirens, people shouting] ♪ CDC reporting.

They need help sorting the arc lights.

Sir!

And we need a blanket for this one.

Casualty?

Fatality.

It's the driver.

♪ [Telephone ringing] ♪ Nonnatus House.

May I be of assistance?

Shelagh: Cyril!

We've been hearing reports about an accident near the railway bridge.

Is everything all right?

No, Mrs. Turner.

I'm afraid it is not.

♪ The blood is coming from the top of her leg.

I think it's the femoral artery.

Do we need a tourniquet?

Can you remove your tie?

The wound is almost in the groin.

I--I need a pad to apply pressure.

Take these.

♪ Can you fold them?

I think my wrist is broken.

I need somebody to tell my daughter... Don't worry.

All will be well.

I need somebody to tell her.

♪ Oh!

There's smoke.

It's just dust, I promise you, Mrs. Carnie.

♪ [Groaning] ♪ When I was having the nippers, there was always a bit just before they were born when you...the sisters... used to drop the "Mrs." and start to call me Dorothy.

We do that with laboring mothers.

I liked it.

We can do that now, Dorothy.

♪ It always meant I was getting to the end.

♪ That's the placenta all present and correct.

We can move you to the ward.

I'm sorry.

Carole needs a bed bath, a hot drink, and some toast before she goes any further than this room.

And this room needs to be turned round quickly!

We've other ladies already in established labor.

Well, you can see to the practical tasks while I look after Carole, or we can do it the other way around, and I'll tidy up while you get her settled.

No mother ever forgets her children being born or the midwife who delivers them.

♪ Let's get her a nightie and some warm water.

If the little ones ask where I am, say I've had to go to work.

And don't let them anywhere near the radio or the television.

Mum... Dad and I weren't speaking.

That can't be helped now.

♪ Matthew: Straight across and report to the nurse.

Nobody leaves the scene until they've been checked first!

Make way, mate.

Embankment's on fire.

there's people trapped.

♪ [Moaning] ♪ I had forgotten how much it hurts!

Edina, my dear, my advice is to keep looking forward.

Keep looking forward to seeing your baby's face.

And my husband's face.

His face if I give him a son.

He so wants a son!

He just doesn't know I know.

Ohh!

Sister Julienne: O Father of mercies and God of all comforts, We fly unto thee for succor on behalf of this thy servant, here lying under thy hand in great weakness of body.

Look graciously upon her, O Lord, we beseech thee.

Is that a prayer for the dead?

It's for the dying.

Because she's gone.

♪ [Crying] ♪ ♪ I don't know what to pray for.

I don't know what has happened, what will come to pass.

I don't know what to do apart from wait, and the waiting will kill me.

Come where there are other people.

♪ Come where you can help.

♪ Where did they take her?

Hospitals have routines when babies are lost like this.

Is the routine a funeral?

No.

Will they just throw her away?

♪ No... ♪ I threw her away, pretended she didn't exist.

Like my mum threw me away and pretended I didn't exist.

I don't deserve better.

Don't say that.

I don't!

But that baby does.

The only thing she's ever gonna do in the world is leave it.

She can't just vanish.

It would be as though she's never been.

Miss Higgins: We must take a note of the name, age, and address of everyone who comes in here requiring medical attention.

What about telephone numbers?

Their own if they have one or a neighbor's.

Miss Higgins, we're out of sterile dressings, and the antiseptic's running low.

I'll go to the maternity home and collect some fresh supplies.

♪ ♪ Oh, love.

♪ You said you wanted to look after Carole.

I am looking after Carole.

She wanted to know what had happened to her baby.

♪ She can't be told, and I hope you wouldn't try.

Not if this is all there is to tell her, that her baby was just put to one side to be...processed, as though it were nothing more than just a--a bit of dirty washing.

What do you do on the district with a stillbirth?

We don't do this!

Tell me what you can do that is better.

There's a longstanding tradition when a baby has never lived and can't have a funeral of its own of putting them in the coffin of someone else who's died.

Then they can go into consecrated ground, and they have somebody to protect them.

Is it the midwife who talks to the undertaker?

Or a priest does or a relative.

Even a neighbor, someone who cares.

♪ I'll fetch you a blanket and a bag.

Thank you.

And I've found Carole a bed on Female Medical.

She won't hear any babies crying there.

♪ [Gasps] ♪ [Coughing] [Groans] It's your ribs.

I...I think they might be broken.

Can you say, "Up"?

♪ Say, "Up"?

Sit up.

Take the pressure off.

Sorry.

[Grunting] My head.

The blunt trauma.

Help will come.

We simply have to wait.

♪ You've been doing tremendous work, Edina!

There's just a tiny lip of cervix we need to see off, and then we'll be ready to push!

I haven't got the strength.

An absolute ocean of hormones is going to come whooshing to your rescue.

We're going to turn you round for the next bit into a more comfy position for your poor old pubis.

I'm too tired!

I'm going to see if I can find a sweetie for you suck on before you start to push.

At ease now.

♪ Stop, thief!

Where are you going with my Savlon?

Nonnatus House finds itself at the heart of a disaster.

The 5:19 from Chelmsford has derailed close to the railway bridge.

As I was leaving, a fireman informed me that the driver has been killed.

The 5:19?

But...the wife of the driver is in my care.

In labor.

I only left her to see if I could find her a boiled sweet.

We'd be better off with bags than tea leaves the rate we're turning these pots around.

Everything's under control except for the washing up.

Oh!

You do your bit, and I'll do mine!

Take them all.

They're glucose-dusted fruit thins.

Meanwhile, she does not and will not know she is a widow until the birth is over.

She has hard work to do, and I will not be the one who makes that work impossible.

But how can I help you?

[Edina groaning] Get confirmation, absolute confirmation, that the baby's father has died before I break the news.

If you aren't needed at Nonnatus, will you come back here?

♪ So much of my life has been about waiting... waiting for the telephone to ring, waiting for babies to arrive...

Waiting for God... and even He can take His time.

People wait for us usually.

We're the cavalier.

Do you mean the cavalry?

I didn't say that, did I?

I knew what you meant.

[Metal creaking] ♪ Fresh supplies of dressings and antiseptic as requested.

Thank you!

[People groaning] How did you do this?

Did you fall from the ladder?

No.

Thrown across the carriage.

In the crash?

And then you came climbing down the side of that bridge?

It's me arm, not me leg.

It's a broken arm by the looks of it.

You're going to have to go to the hospital and get it set.

You wait here... ♪ Mr. Aylward, I need another bed made up on the floor of the chapel.

I've a man with a serious fracture, and the pulse in his arm is very faint.

Do we need to get him to St. Cuthbert's?

As soon as possible along with Mrs. Wallace.

The ambulance crews are prioritizing getting passengers from the wreck.

People are still trapped.

It has been sugared and also stirred.

I keep thinking I'm gonna be sick.

The nausea is due to your distress.

It will pass.

Imbibe this and prepare yourself to lend a hand downstairs.

This is what it meant when the bird flew into Nonnatus House, isn't it?

This is the disaster it predicted!

Not just disaster.

It predicted death.

I will not indulge you in this matter.

You indulged yourself enough.

You were the one who was running all over Poplar consulting with flamin' clairvoyants!

I indulged my fascination because we were living in ordinary times.

Tonight... we are not living in ordinary times.

No.

We aren't.

During hours as dark as these, we cannot engage with any aspect of the supernatural.

Is that glass?

It is.

All thoughts beyond the practical and corporeal must be set aside.

Even God... must be set aside while we deal with what is urgent and what is put before us.

[Sirens] ♪ Oh, dear.

I was at the undertakers.

They told me what's happened!

Oh, thank goodness you're here!

All skilled hands are sorely needed.

♪ Timothy: Miss Higgins!

Timothy!

I--I thought you were with the little ones.

I left them with the next-door neighbor.

Are my parents here?

Your mother is inside.

It's just that I know as soon as my dad gets off the train he'll want his bag so he can help.

He's helped at the scene of so many accidents, and he always wears his white coat so they know he's a doctor.

Your father is still on the train, Timothy.

Is he trapped?

Nobody knows.

Uh... Go to your mother and wait with her.

♪ Matthew: I need at least one ambulance specific to this address as soon as possible.

Two casualties require immediate, I repeat immediate, transfer to hospital.

♪ Tell me what to do.

[Sirens] ♪ Oi!

Doc?

Me?

All medics to go up to the wreckage.

I'll take your bag.

♪ [Edina groaning] That's it!

That's the way!

You meet that pain head on and make it work for you!

[Screaming] ♪ [Edina screaming] ♪ I'd head further up!

Carriages 3 and 4.

Man: There's another fatality over here.

♪ ♪ Sister Hilda: That's it!

That's it!

Baby's head didn't slip back after that contraction!

I can't do it.

Edina, you have almost finished the job!

Aah!

♪ ♪ Dad?

Dad!

♪ [Groaning] Gather that strength now.

Gather all that strength for the shoulders.

Let's see if we can make this your very last push!

[Screaming] [Baby crying] [Gasping] ♪ What is it?

What do I have?

A little boy!

♪ ♪ I have everything.

♪ Doctor.

Don't fall asleep.

Timothy: Dad!

Listen!

Dad, if you can hear me say something!

Here!

[Gasping] Here!

Here!

Quick!

This way!

There's survivors in here!

[Clatter] You'll have to smash your way in.

Stand back!

[Glass shatters] It cannot be true.

It is too much of a disaster.

You have to say this is not true!

You have to say this is a mistake.

I wish I could.

I wish from the bottom of my heart I could, but there can be no doubt.

Miss Higgins has spoken to the police.

♪ It is...true?

I am so very sorry.

♪ Where is our baby?

I want our baby!

I want him!

Please bring him!

He's in the nursery.

♪ Timothy: Dad!

Sister Julienne: Tim...Tim.

[Grunts] Sister Julienne: Tim.

Turner, mumbling: Tim.

Ohh.

[Gasping] ♪ Your father... has a head injury, and the woman beside me is deceased.

OK.

They're coming with arc lights.

They'll get you out soon.

You shouldn't be in a white coat, Tim.

I've brought you your bag.

Where have you hurt your head?

The--ahh--back.

If it's being, it's bleeding inside.

Heh.

What would you diagnose?

I think, um--in all cases of concussion, you--you must x-ray the skull to rule out fracture.

[Sister Julienne moaning] Sister!

Sister!

Sister, what's the matter?

My--my chest and--and my arm.

Pulse!

Take her pulse.

♪ Rapid and thready and... her lips are turning blue.

Is she having a heart attack?

Aspirin.

Give her one aspirin.

Get--get her into the recovery position.

Aspirin?

My bag.

♪ Mrs. Corbett... would you like me to fetch your little girl?

She is in good and caring hands with two ladies from our church.

Let her sleep.

Tomorrow she will have to start a new life... like me.

♪ This is not the way this day should end... ♪ or how his world should begin.

♪ Fred: Word from the crews, mate!

Check that the stretchers go back on the right vehicles.

They're not all the same size.

Will do!

Timothy.

No, no.

It's my dad, Fred, and Sister Julienne.

She needs a cardiac specialist.

Heart attack.

Doc, you can stand down now.

Fetch your mum from Nonnatus.

Run!

Let's go.

[Sister Julienne moaning] Fred: Out of the way!

Casualty coming through!

♪ We could hardly move her she was in so much pain, and the doc's face was as white as paper.

Normally...it's them telling us what to do.

Sister Frances: We've tried to keep the ship afloat, to be what people needed us to be... but without Sister Julienne, we've been like a ship without a rudder.

What will befall us if she does not return?

I'll tell you what will befall us.

Nonnatus House will sink, and we will drown.

[Claxon] Matthew: That might be the ambulance.

♪ ♪ Operator: Directory Enquiries.

I'd like the telephone number for the Gazeley Place Hotel, Rye, please.

A classic Colles fracture straight through the distal radius.

Dad, stop being a doctor.

Just for tonight.

I'll be leaving all that to you soon enough.

I said terrible things to you, Dad.

I can't remember.

I've got concussion.

Oh, Patrick.

Ha ha!

No skull fracture, though.

Now, go and get yourself a chocolate bar.

♪ Can you sit up and lean forward for me, please?

[Moans] Nurse.

♪ [Grunting] [Gasping] ♪ Most people would be relieved to break their left arm rather than their right, but this is your dominant hand.

It's going to put you out of action for weeks.

Maybe that's no bad thing.

What?

You think I've got brain damage?

I do feel tempted to ask if you know the name of the prime minister.

♪ When I was in that carriage, I felt as far away from home as I'd ever been in my life.

♪ I felt like an astronaut.

Light years away, and...instead of the Earth, the thing in the darkness was our house... and you.

♪ We'll get you home as soon as we can.

I'm home now.

I can see your face.

♪ ♪ It really is very good of you to put me up.

The circumstances are exceptional.

I'll be sharing with Nurse Corrigan.

♪ ♪ [Footsteps] ♪ ♪ Ooh!

Nurse Crane: Good morning, campers!

Or should that be "Wakey, Wakey, rise and shine?"

Phyllis?

You're back!

Lass, I most certainly am.

♪ Oh!

Nurse Crane!

Mr. Aylward?

♪ Is this a convent or a branch of the YMCA?

[Knock on door] Sorry to disturb!

Once you're both up, dressed, and downstairs, we can discuss what the alarm clock has done to offend.

Ach!

Do you know there was a train crash last night?

I was summoned by Miss Higgins, and now the clinical room needs cleaning, the autoclave needs loading, and all medical supplies require a stock check.

Nobody told us you were coming back.

Evidently, or I might have found my Rolodex in better order!

♪ Ohh.

♪ ♪ Nurse Crane: I know it's a Sunday.

but it's an unusual Sunday, and we're heading for a very unusual week.

The Institute is out of bounds due to possible structural damage, which means this week's clinic will have to take place at the Surgery.

Is there any news of Sister Julienne?

Sister Monica Joan is putting some necessities together.

I suggest Sister Frances takes them to the hospital.

You can speak directly to the nursing staff.

I've had no luck getting through on the phone.

Now, Nurse Corrigan, I have 3 post-natal visits for you-- Singh, Bevan, and Griffiths.

It sounds like baby Griffiths is showing signs of colic.

Assess for gripe water.

Nurse Robinson, the maternity home for you.

Sister Hilda must be on her last legs, and poor Mrs. Corbett is going to need very special care.

I know.

I'll do my best.

We all need to do our best just now.

I want my mum.

She'll be back in a minute.

And I want my dad.

Oh, precious!

This is so hard, and it's even harder when people tell you to be brave, so I'm not going to tell you that.

I'm going to tell you it's all right to be sad.

What's an inquest?

An inquest?

My auntie says there's going to be one.

♪ Roberta?

Bobbie?

Look who's come to meet you.

♪ [Sighs] ♪ How was it down there?

They've started shifting the debris.

It felt proper peculiar flogging papers all morning.

Every headline is about the accident.

I'm just glad the pictures were all black and white.

Edina: I need you to help me choose a name.

Daddy and I hadn't decided.

Jeremy?

What do you think?

Classy.

I like it!

If Jeremy is his middle name, his first name could begin with an R to go with Roberta or B because we call you Bobbie.

B!

B for Barry.

Uh... How about Benedict?

Bobbie and Benedict!

Perfect.

Can you come back with Dean tomorrow?

I keep thinking about him, but Norma's going to be too busy with all the other foster kids.

Carole, I really think you need to rest for a little while.

I've been thinking about my other baby, too.

The undertakers are taking good care of her.

Do you know who she'll be buried with?

Not yet, but I'm sure they'll tell you.

I'd like her to go with someone kind.

I'm sure she will.

What's it feel like to be sure of things?

A relief, but most of the time I'm raddled with uncertainty.

"Raddled."

I love the way you talk.

♪ I feel like I don't know anything.

The doctors in here, it's like they're telling you to mind your own business when you ask them things!

What is it that you want to ask?

What's wrong with me?

Why I've stopped itching since the baby was born, and why did he say I've got liver disease?

Liver disease kills people!

Carole, what's the name of your consultant?

We don't generally discuss our patients with anyone other than their next of kin.

Carole's next of kin is an 8-month-old baby, Mr. Harper.

I'm her midwife, and we need to know how we can best help her once she's discharged.

Well, it wouldn't appear there's anything in particular you can do for her.

It's a bit of a head scratcher.

She seems to have been suffering from a condition known as intrahepatic cholestasis of pregnancy.

Is it a liver problem?

Yes.

Your young lady had a full house of symptoms-- uh, jaundice, malaise, itching, and the signs are that it's started to resolve since she delivered.

Could it happen again if she had another baby?

Well, research suggests that it may well happen again.

It might be interesting to see.

Sister Julienne: I'm not entirely sure why they are doing so many investigations.

If I've had a heart attack, there's nothing they can do.

I suppose rest and painkillers... And wait for it to happen again and finish me off.

My life will be short, and I will be an invalid.

I am trying to find the consolation in it.

There is no consolation in it.

Page, um, 37.

Julian of Norwich has advice on most eventualities, I find.

"We need to fall, "and we need to be aware of it, "for if we did not fall, we should not know how weak and wretched we are of ourselves."

"Nor should we know our Maker's marvelous love so fully."

I'm sorry, but this isn't our Maker's marvelous love, to make you suffer and possibly take you out of this world before your time.

I'm not excluded from the trials of this life, nor am I exempt from its conclusion on this Earth.

I am lying here in this bed like any other woman, not knowing what my fate might be.

Afternoon.

Am I, uh, speaking to Violet Buckle off the Council?

Ahem.

Councilor Buckle please, and, yes, this is my establishment-- Ian Myner.

I'm from the "Gazette."

We're looking for a fresh angle on the railway story.

It isn't a "story," it's a tragedy.

5 people lost their lives!

There are heroes everywhere you look.

I'll take your word for it.

Oh, no, you won't.

You can interview one of them, who is standing right here.

♪ Afternoon!

Can I help you?

I'm Pauline Brettell.

My maiden name was Carnie.

Please may I speak to the sisters?

I had heard there was a nun on the train.

I thought, "I wonder if my mum made her a cup of tea," or if they'd even seen each other.

I knew she would have liked it if she did.

There are countless Carnie family members on our books.

I've seen you all in our records.

And then, when we got her things back, I found these.

♪ They'd been all mixed up in her clothes, just shoved into a bag.

I tried to get all the blood out.

I even used my mum's old washboard and Robin Blue, but... ♪ you--you can still see the stains.

You should never have been allowed to see such a thing.

It made it easier.

I realized she must have been with one of you.

We are the Sisters of Raymond Nonnatus, present at life's commencement and its end.

She loved all of you almost as much as she loved babies!

Us obviously, but she was always mad on little ones.

It didn't even matter if they weren't related.

I'm glad Sister Julienne was with her, and I'm sure we can find out more.

I know enough.

I just wish there was some way that I could thank you for all the good you did, the comfort that you brought her.

Sister Frances: There is one kindness that we could ask of you.

And would you like to share that with your sisters before perhaps placing Mrs. Brettell in a difficult position?

And this lady in the train crash, she had loads of kids?

9 and 18 grandchildren.

Well, she'd be lonely, wouldn't she, being buried all on her own?

I don't think she'd ever been lonely in her life.

If my baby can go in with her, I think that'd be lovely.

♪ Even in ordinary circumstances, we'd discourage a mother from going home so soon, and your circumstances are not ordinary.

My daughter needs to come home from school today and see me in my own kitchen at my own stove, and she needs to sleep in her own bed.

[Sighs] She was taunted at school yesterday.

Another child told her that her father had crashed the train.

♪ Nurse Corrigan, you're to man the weighing station, Sister Frances is to take appointments in the filing room and Nurse Robinson in the surgery adjacent to Dr. Wilbraham.

Miss Higgins: Meanwhile, the kitchenette has been entirely turned over to urine testing.

Which I will supervise personally.

♪ Miss Higgins, might I have a word?

If you are brief.

I'm concerned about Edina Corbett.

She's become desperately upset about her husband's role in the accident.

There has been speculation regarding the extent of his culpability, but surely he's a victim like any other.

She knows there is to be a post-mortem and an inquest, but it's all going to be such a long and drawn-out process.

Leave this with me.

♪ [Camera shutter clicks] ♪ [Click] So what did you think when you saw all the injured people coming in off the train?

I was scared, but being scared doesn't help people.

♪ Turn your head towards me a bit, Reggie.

Ahem.

That way you'll get his best side.

Hmm.

[Click] ♪ Ahh.

♪ See, Benedict?

This is your home.

♪ Mrs. Carnie's daughter wanted you to have this.

It was from the wreath on top of the coffin.

Ooh!

it smells like pepper.

I'm not partial to freesias.

They sound like a really nice family.

I wish I knew them.

You don't have to.

Carole, there is more kindness in the world than you have ever seen.

That's not your fault, but it's there, and you deserve to receive it just as much as anybody else!

These people didn't have to do a single thing for me, but they did.

It should be me sending them flowers.

Hello, Bobbie!

We've come to see your mother.

She's crying.

She's been trying to paper the wall.

There was paste everywhere!

The paper tore.

It looks worse now than when I started!

Come now.

Benedict doesn't need tears falling on him as he feeds, and he doesn't need a perfectly decorated home either.

Please don't cry.

I'm crying because I'm angry with Lionel, angry because he left the job unfinished, angry because he left us.

angry...because he crashed the train.

♪ Mrs. Corbett, I was able to speak informally to a connection of mine at the coroner's office following your husband's post-mortem.

I have some information that will help you prepare for the inquest and then perhaps for an inquiry later.

Will the coroner release his body for the funeral?

Yes.

All is in order.

Your husband suffered trauma to the chest during the accident, but it transpires he was also suffering from a brain tumor.

A brain tumor?

But he wasn't ill!

Sadly, he was... very ill, although he did not know it.

A headache is so very easily explained away.

But this type of tumor causes seizures, which can be so fleeting he may scarcely have been aware of them.

However, if he suffered a lapse of consciousness whilst driving the train, he would have lost control of it.

He was not careless?

No.

He is not to blame.

♪ Special delivery!

Sister Julienne!

If we overlook the minor matter of exactly 4 broken ribs and a grazed elbow, I have been given a clean bill of health!

But what about your heart?

My heart is as it always was.

I had a chest injury and was in shock, and that mimicked an attack.

I will recover.

I am coming home.

♪ Val Doonican: ♪ Across my dreams with nets of wonder ♪ ♪ I chase the bright, elusive butterfly of love ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ Sister, I've decided I'm not going on that coil or the Pill.

It's your decision to make.

And I'll be making a lot more of them.

I'm Dean's mum.

I've got to make his life come right, So I'm not gonna go looking for love off boys I hardly know.

It gets out of hand, and it goes wrong.

And it can wait.

There's a lot can wait.

Do you want to swap?

[Children chattering] ♪ Sister!

Sister Frances: Hello, Mrs. Brettel.

This is Carole.

I'll have less of the "Mrs." thank you!

Everybody calls me Pauline, and I hope you will, too.

I'm sorry for your loss, love.

I'm sorry for yours.

These are for you and your mum.

Aw.

Aw.

Do you want a cuppa?

My mum loved sitting outside with her pals and all the kiddies, and I'm gonna keep it going.

Are you gonna join us, sister?

I wouldn't mind just a biscuit, but I've got to get on.

Wayne, mitts off them cremes and offer them to the Sister!

Ohh.

You've got a little belter there!

Come and meet my Sandra.

Her little boy's the same age.

[Indistinct chatter] ♪ Mature Jennifer: Life so often is about things we make ourselves, the homes we build, the food we share, the children we carry in our arms.

♪ We turn trial into survival... [Horn honks] tears into courage... and friendship into everlasting bonds.

We weave our ties by hand, the kisses on a letter, the ribbon round a gift, the flowers sown and grown and picked and offered up.

♪ Love is our foundation and our roof, our walls, our hearth, our window on the world.

♪ Smile.

[Timer whirring] Mature Jennifer: Love is our beginning, and it knows no end.

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