SISTER JULIENNE: This month marks a hundred years since the order came to Poplar.

I still haven't managed to arrange the anniversary event.

SHELAGH: I hope you're not suggesting I might take it over.

SISTER JULIENNE: No, I'm asking you to.

WOMAN: I'm gonna sing her so many songs, Mom.

VIOLET: We need facilities for treating alcohol addiction.

DR. TURNER: Would the council fund that?

VIOLET: I will try.

MATTHEW: I hope very much you know what I mean when I do this.

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♪ ♪ ♪ Mature Jennifer: A birth begins a baby's life, but it transforms the mother's.

There's twin number one.

Mature Jennifer: For ever after, she will say, "It happened at that time.

It took that long.

It hurt that much."

The event is unique, but the experience universal.

She's one more woman among uncounted others, everyone profoundly different, everyone the same.

Baby number two is on the way.

[Groaning] Miss Higgins: Good morning.

Oh, it's Mrs. Cawder, is it not?

Yvonne Cawder, that's right.

What time is your appointment?

I don't actually have an appointment.

I came to ask about my sister Ivy.

She went into labor last night.

She's having twins.

Of course.

I'm delighted to tell you that Mrs. Jepson has just delivered baby number one, a boy.

And we await the arrival of the second.

Is anything wrong?

I don't believe so.

Doctor expressed no undue concern.

Twins run in our family.

Mum had a few complications when me and Ivy were born.

Do you mind if I stay just until the second one arrives?

Yes, of course.

Oh, perhaps you could peruse this information while you await the good tidings?

The inaugural post-natal group is launching this afternoon.

All mothers with babies under 8 weeks are invited, and there's no need to book.

Is it like a class?

Nurse Franklin assures me the purpose is social and supportive, and even that fun might be had.

♪ [Grunting] [Baby wails] Ohh!

Nancy: Another boy.

Yesterday you didn't have any and now you have two.

Oh, I'm always game for a challenge.

Would you like them both?

Oh, yes, please.

♪ [Baby cries] ♪ ♪ [Tapping] Sister Hilda: Midwife calling!

Enter, please.

Hello, I'm Sister Hilda.

I'm the midwife from Nonnatus House.

I'm looking for Orli Rosen?

Forgive my manners.

If the skin dries out before I finish stretching it, it'll be ruined.

Ah.

Please, carry on.

Did--did you make this beautiful coat?

Fox, is it?

Yes.

Heh.

Well, it's exquisite.

My wife Orli, her grandfather taught me the trade.

Oh.

Come, I'll take you upstairs.

♪ My first sons.

My first twins.

Well, sort of.

I have a proud auntie come to visit.

Ah, look who the cat's dragged in.

I shall leave you to get acquainted with your nephews.

Well done, Ivy.

I can't say it wasn't a slog.

But it was worth it.

They're beautiful.

And Jim's gonna be over the moon.

Is he...all right?

The smaller one.

Yvonne, why do you always find something to fret about?

Not now.

Twins can be a bit Laurel and Hardy.

One big, one small.

When we were born, Ivy was twice my size.

For God's sake.

It can happen with twins, apparently.

One takes all the nutrients.

The other one's left fighting for the scraps.

That's not what's happened here, I promise you.

It's not like one's swallowed the other.

There's barely a pound difference between them.

Hmm.

You heard her.

I'm afraid I have to be quite frank and admit I'm a little hesitant to allow a home birth here.

Why?

I've lived here all my life.

My business has been here more than 80 years.

Please, Zayde.

Your own father was born here in this flat.

May his memory be a blessing.

It's the nature of the business that's giving me pause for thought.

Fur skin dressing counts as an offensive industry and may concern the Board of Health.

Please.

Sammy never brings any fur or skins upstairs.

He would not dare.

Hmm?

♪ Very well.

If you promise me you'll continue to keep the business completely separate, then I will sign you off as suitable for home delivery.

I promise.

[Sighs] Are you feeling quite well, Mr. Rosen?

He keeps having these attacks.

And he just won't see a doctor.

I am fine.

It is the heat, caught me in my throat.

You must make an appointment at the surgery.

If you are ill, you could be putting a newborn baby at risk.

[Samuel exhales] Thank you all so much for coming.

And just to make sure you're in the right place and weren't expecting Advanced French or anything like that, this is a brand-new post-natal group, an opportunity for new mothers to talk about their experiences and hopefully make some new friends.

And eat some cake.

[Laughter] So, you will tell the sister that I am all right?

That I am not infected.

Yes?

I can hear some odd sounds in your chest.

It doesn't sound like asthma, you're not wheezing.

Have you coughed up any blood?

No.

Have you experienced any weight loss recently?

I work long hours.

I don't always have time to eat.

Any night sweats?

[Clears throat] I think the best thing to do is to get you to St. Cuthbert's for an x-ray.

There are a couple of things we need to rule out, including tuberculosis.

No.

No hospitals.

No tests.

I've had tuberculosis.

I know what that feels like.

And it's not that.

You've had TB?

Well, there's nothing in your notes about it.

It was a long time ago, before I came to this country.

Which country did you come from?

Poland.

What type of treatment did they give you?

I was a teenager.

I did not ask questions.

Times change and treatments change, but TB can recur.

Let's get you seen at St. Cuthbert's.

♪ [Door closes] The baby might be hungry, love.

She's always hungry.

She ain't a boy, is she?

Trixie: How is everyone getting on with their feeding?

Have you all managed to settle your babies into the 4-hourly feeding routine?

My little Jason still has his days, but overall, we're doing all right.

[Baby crying] Good.

Well, we're always available at Nonnatus House for advice if you're ever having any problems.

[Crying continues] I'm afraid that was all a bit raucous.

I'm sure it will settle down.

You never said how you were getting on with feeding.

I shouldn't complain.

My sister Ivy's just had twin lads.

She's the one with her work cut out.

Of course.

You're Ivy Jepson's sister.

You came into clinic together once or twice.

Aren't you twins, too?

We don't look it, but we are.

Mum always said I was the lazy one.

Ivy turned up first, walked first, talked first.

Well, but the clever ones watch and learn.

How are you finding being a mum to Melanie?

Um, getting her into a feeding routine isn't easy.

Or any routine, in fact.

There's no rhyme nor reason for what she seems to want right now.

Some babies just take a little longer to settle, that's all.

It's still early days.

I could visit you at home if that might help.

I don't need help.

Like you said, it's still early days.

♪ And how was your day, Nurse Robinson?

Long.

And very hot.

All me want to do is lie up on the bed with me foot upon an ice pack.

One day we'll have a place that is ours and only ours, I promise you.

In the meantime, we will keep on saving up and thank the Lord every day for what we have.

Soon we might be thanking Him for even more.

You remember I wrote to Mason and Hodges, the construction company?

They've invited me for an interview tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

I'll have to iron you a shirt.

It's civil engineering work.

The first real opportunity I have had to talk about my qualifications or my ambitions.

I'm not sure I'll know what to say or where to start.

We'll start with prayers tonight, and I carry them on by ironing that shirt.

Sooner or later, this chance was going to come.

And you must seize it.

I thought I'd be mending cars for the rest of my life.

I still think that.

Or still fear that.

People like us not everyone sees in a collar and tie.

That can change.

Everything can change.

[Chuckles] There might be other changes heading our way soon.

[Knock on door] Mrs. Wallace: Knock, knock, only me.

Good evening, Mrs. Wallace.

Good evening, Pastor Robinson, Mrs. Robinson.

The Holy Spirit is going to move among us tonight, I can feel it already.

Amen.

♪ [Baby crying] ♪ [Crying stops] [Grunts] [Sobbing] Oh!

Just think, they're the first boy twins in the family.

Fraternal, too.

I know, that's so special.

Jim reckons they're gonna be 6-footers like his brother.

He might be right.

They're only a few days old, and they're nearly the same size as Melanie.

Two boys, though.

You probably won't have enough milk for both of them.

I reckon you'll have to give them powdered.

Oh, no, your sister's doing a fine job.

We've no worries on that score.

But it's certainly not easy feeding two.

Ivy: Breast is best.

For mothers who have a natural milk supply, it certainly can be.

Why are you in such a mood?

You've got no lippy on, your cardy's all buttoned up wrong.

What you got a cardy on for anyway?

You must be sweltering in this heat.

Are you all right, Von?

It's Melanie's feeding time, that's all.

Hmm.

[Bell dings] Oof.

Fred's a genius.

Fred: Thank you, Reginald.

It's nice to know that someone appreciates my entrepreneurial vision.

What vision?

You've spent a fortune on ice lollies.

He's crammed the freezer full of the things.

I felt the heat wave coming in my water.

We are gonna make a killing.

Well, you'll never sell them all.

There aren't enough people living in Poplar to get through that lot.

I am a natural salesman, Vi.

I can sell anything.

All right then, I'll make you a wager.

If you can empty the freezer of ice lollies by the end of today, I will make you a steak dinner.

You're on.

And if you can't... then you have to scrub my shop from top to bottom.

You're on, my love.

You are on.

Reginald, we have got a busy day ahead of us.

But first of all, I think we should test the merchandise.

♪ It's not cold.

The freezer's broken.

Reg.

Some jokes ain't funny.

♪ [Closes lid] [Knock on door] Forgive my intrusion.

The radiologist's report for Mr. Rosen has arrived.

Ahh.

No indication of tuberculosis.

No sign of pneumonia either.

The x-ray's clear.

Does Mr. Rosen have a telephone?

I will look in the directory and ascertain.

[Door closes] [Sighs] You're right, dead as a doornail.

And now everything will melt.

She said, "Empty the freezer."

She didn't say how.

Come on.

♪ [Groans] Well done, Orli.

You're doing beautifully.

Nice, slow breaths.

[Orly moans] I just need to examine you, see how close we are.

[Groaning] Are you sure you don't want me to stay?

We'll call you as soon as there is any news.

[Orly screaming] ♪ [Muffled screams continue] ♪ That's it, push again with everything you've got.

I can't.

I need a break.

You just rest between contractions, precious.

Save your strength.

Progress is very slow, might need forceps.

[Orli screaming and groaning] ♪ Fred: Here you go kids, get your free lollies before they melt.

Aw, it's a hot day, innit?

Hey?

There you go fella.

One for you.

Reg!

Quick!

Got to go!

♪ Oh!

Oh, Sister, you nearly gave me a heart attack.

Sister Monica Jean: I cannot sleep.

I cannot stay awake.

I am as the desert is.

Dusty?

Parched.

Oh.

Oh, well in that case, I've got something that might perk you up a bit.

♪ Fred!

I prayed for the intervention of angels, and I have been answered.

♪ Thank you.

You're welcome.

There you are, little man.

Hold it nicely.

Nicely.

I'm not sure I approve of ice cream before bedtime.

I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.

It's such a lovely day.

It's glorious.

This was a wonderful idea.

Jonathan's having a lovely time.

I am, too.

Thank you for bringing the picnic.

It was my pleasure.

I'm absolutely hopeless at that sort of thing.

I'll let you into a secret.

So am I. Oh.

♪ What we need is a really big push now.

[Groaning] [Orli screams] ♪ I've got nothing left.

You have, precious.

Every mother always does.

Come on now, you dig deep and use this pain.

[Screams] Get away from her!

Just get away from her!

You're hurting her!

We're not hurting her.

We're helping her.

Then why is she crying?

Sister Hilda: Don't worry about him.

Let's just concentrate on the little one for now.

[Screaming] Nancy: Good job it wasn't chocolate ice cream.

I think for our next date, I might just wear an anorak and a romper suit.

So, is Matthew your boyfriend now?

Sort of.

That doesn't sound very exciting.

We've been friends for such a long time.

And now it-- we're still friends, and it's all very nice, it's just not very...

Romantic?

Well, no, not really.

I've always thought one should have a bit of fireworks at the start of a romance.

But then, I suppose, Matthew's already had the love of his life.

♪ They're here.

Can't you hear them screaming?

Who?

All of them.

He was in a concentration camp.

Extermination camp.

♪ No one was meant to come out of Auschwitz alive.

But you did.

[Baby cries] ♪ You did.

And that is the sound of your baby crying.

A baby that's about to be placed in its mother's arms.

♪ ♪ It's all right, Sammy.

It's all over.

And it has just begun.

You have a beautiful son, Mr. Rosen.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I don't believe it.

You've sold all of them?

O ye of little faith.

Well, I'll be honest, I didn't think you had it in you.

But I'm very impressed, Fred Buckle.

You've earned your steak dinner.

[Door opens] Ah.

Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.

What time is it?

I must have slept through the alarm.

10 past 7:00.

You looked so peaceful, I thought I'd let you sleep.

Even your snoring was delightful.

I don't snore.

[Laughs] I'll have my coffee first.

♪ From Mason and Hodges, the construction company.

I can't open it.

Can you do it please?

♪ "Dear, Mr. Robinson.

"Thank you for attending the interview "for the position of Civil Engineer.

"Unfortunately, despite your excellent qualifications, "we feel your lack of experience would be a disadvantage in this role."

How can I get the experience if I can't get a job?

There will be other opportunities.

The Lord provides.

[Telephone rings] Nonnatus House, Nurse Franklin speaking.

Yvonne: Please... please, you have to come.

I can't take it.

Please come, please.

[Baby crying] It hurts so much.

I know I'm supposed to push through it.

I know the baby needs me.

But I can't.

Sometimes, Mrs. Cawder, feeding can be difficult, not because you can't, but because there's something medically amiss.

Are both of your breasts painful?

I can see what this is straightaway, you poor thing.

Mrs. Cawder, you have something called mastitis.

No wonder you're in pain.

I'll arrange some antibiotics immediately.

[Sobbing] I'm so glad you've asked for help.

I've wanted help for so long, but it's supposed to come naturally, isn't it?

[Baby fusses] Cyril and I want to have a family.

Very much.

But not yet.

Not until he's found a proper, professional position and we've saved up enough money for a deposit on a house.

Sounds like a sensible plan to me.

I've been taking the contraceptive pill since we got married.

That's sensible, too.

And I felt so confident and so sure everything was under my control.

But something must have happened because I'm not sure it's worked.

How does Cyril feel about that?

I haven't told him yet.

I'm hoping I might be wrong.

Well, first things first.

You do me a sample, and I'll see to the rest, swiftly and with all discretion.

♪ You are recovering very well from the birth.

And I'm pleased to say that Samuel's chest is now perfectly clear.

I wonder if I might trouble you for a cup of coffee?

Of course.

Sammy.

He hasn't slept.

He hasn't eaten.

He just won't take off that stupid coat.

Sister Hilda: Oh, what a delicious aroma.

It's a very welcome change from instant.

Dr. Turner: Isn't it just?

You must be hot.

Are you going somewhere?

I, uh, I don't know.

Maybe.

Must be ready to leave.

You think you may need to travel somewhere at short notice?

[Sighs] My family... some got away, but, uh, we left too late.

They emptied the ghetto, put us all on the train.

Where did the train take you?

There was a... strange smell in the air when we arrived, sickly, foul smell.

We'd had a hideous journey.

We were dirty and tired.

The officer who met us off the train promised us showers.

But... some were sent to the left and...some to the right.

♪ I was almost 13, but I looked older.

I was sent to the right... with my father.

My little brother and mother... ♪ sent to the left.

♪ to the showers... that were not showers.

♪ It was a gas chamber.

♪ And afterwards...

I saw the smoke... ♪ and...smelled them burning.

♪ That was day one.

♪ [Bell jingles] Ooh, hello, Sister Monica Joan, how are you?

Dreadful.

Soon to expire, I fear.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry to hear that.

Is Fred about?

I would very much like to see him.

I'm afraid not.

He's just popped down the cash and carry, and I'm covering for him.

But, uh, perhaps I might be of service?

Ohh.

♪ [Door closes] Nurse Crane: Ahh.

I haven't slept a wink all week.

It's far too hot and not a breeze.

Oh, dear.

I did offer to impart my techniques to you.

So, you did.

Do tell me again about all your wonderful ways to keep cool.

Well, I discovered the ice trick when I was but a child-- In fact, why don't you write me some instructions?

Then I won't have to keep bothering you.

What a splendid idea.

♪ I've sent a message to the mohel.

He did Esther's boys.

All 3.

Oh, he's a prince.

[Chuckles] We don't want any fuss.

The boy has to have a bris, doesn't he?

Is a bris a circumcision?

One hears about the custom and sees the evidence.

But I've never actually seen it done.

Women don't go to the actual ceremony.

But would you like to come to the gathering, as my guest?

I would consider that to be a very great honor.

We want to keep it low key, we're not religious.

I keep telling the old man.

Have you settled on a name yet?

No!

You must not say.

It's tradition.

They can't reveal the name until the Mohel announces it at the bris.

Not even to me.

I want to give him a Hebrew name to honor Sammy's father.

He was Eliyahu.

That's Elijah in English.

What is wrong with an English name?

George?

Henry?

Does everybody need to know he is Jewish everywhere he goes?

Hello, Prince Charming.

Hello, Nurse Corrigan.

May I give you a wee bit of advice?

Um, please do?

You don't start with pipe and slippers.

You start with fireworks.

I'm not sure that I follow.

You're not interviewing for a nanny.

You're trying to sweep a lady off her feet.

Get a babysitter, polish up your dancing shoes.

Make her feel like she's the only girl in the world.

♪ This is quite wonderful work.

Maybe I never said enough.

You're a fine, fine craftsman.

Almost as good as me.

I would like you to hold the baby during the ceremony.

Very much.

It's a great honor.

Thank you.

Your father would be proud of you, Sammy.

♪ An apology from Jonathan for being such a hoodlum.

Tell him, "Apology accepted."

I'd still like to make it up to you.

Let me take you for dinner?

Somewhere swanky, not a picnic basket in sight.

That sounds most acceptable.

Great.

Uh, Friday, I'll pick you up at 8:00.

Perfect.

♪ Did Reggie get off all right?

Yeah.

That smells delicious.

Oh, I've been looking forward to this all week.

Yes, well you must have worked up quite an appetite.

You must have worked your fingers to the bone selling all those ice lollies.

Yeah, I did pretty well, I suppose.

I'm quite looking forward to doing the books this week.

I mean, you must've made a fortune.

All that lolly.

Well, about that, um.

Oi.

Where's mine?

Oh, um, Sister Monica Joan popped into the shop earlier.

She wondered if I had any more of those free ice lollies you were so keen to give away.

♪ Mmm!

[Baby crying] ♪ [Mohel speaking Hebrew] Yoel Ben Shmuel.

It means Joel, son of Samuel.

Joel Rosen.

Now that has a super ring to it.

Well, that's his Hebrew name.

He's going to be called George for every day and going to school.

Is that what your husband wants?

He's so afraid, Sister.

He's so afraid of everything.

♪ I'm worried breast feeding might be too much for Mrs. Cawder.

Is baby getting enough nourishment?

No.

Baby isn't, and she's lost too much weight.

We're having to top her up with bottles.

We do need to consider the mental state of a mother when there are problems of this kind.

Sister Monica Joan: "The mind is its own place.

And in itself can create heaven of hell or hell of heaven."

"Paradise Lost!"

John Milton!

Sorry.

Sister Julienne: Let's try and support Mrs. Cawder as much as we are able.

If you would like to be there for feeds for a while, I would encourage it.

♪ Midwife calling.

Oh, hello, Nurse Franklin!

Long time, no see!

What about these boys, eh!

Donald and David.

Size of them now, they're not even two weeks old yet.

They're marvelous.

Oh, they don't half guzzle their milk.

First one, then the other.

Now I know how dairy cows feel.

Oh, she's trying to latch onto me.

Cheeky little madam.

This bar isn't open for you, lady.

Give her to me.

Give her to me now.

Please don't upset yourself.

She can probably just smell the milk.

I'm sorry, Von.

I didn't mean to upset you.

I think it's best if you leave now.

♪ ♪ Samuel: You really like that coat, don't you?

[Gasps] Oh, you made me jump out of my skin.

I'm sorry.

In truth, my mother had a fox coat just like this one.

It reminds me of her.

The coat was handed down to me.

But, of course, I couldn't keep it when I entered the convent.

Silly really, how some things can just take you right back to another place long ago.

What are you doing, hiding down here?

I...I don't know.

I feel like...

I don't belong up there somehow.

Of course, you do.

It's your celebration.

I suppose it's made me realize just how cut off I am from my heritage.

[Sighs] My father would have been the one to stand next to me in shul.

Teach me when to stand, when to sit, how to pray.

Prayer is the voice of your heart.

Nothing too complicated in that.

[Coughing] I...learned my bar mitzvah portion secretly in the camp.

I met a rabbi there, he taught me.

But no ceremony ever took place.

I never got to read from the torah.

The bible?

♪ One day, the officers went through the camp.

They rounded up a large group.

My father and the rabbi among them.

♪ My father looked up at me... he saw me.

I was waiting for him to call me over.

♪ But he didn't.

He never said a word.

That was the last time I ever saw my father.

The voice of my heart has been silent since that day.

Oh, Samuel.

Why didn't he take me with him?

He left me all alone.

Because he wanted you to live.

I'm worried I might be seriously ill.

But I want to see my boy grow up.

So much.

Hmm.

This is looking much better already.

The antibiotics are definitely doing their job.

I'm sure Ivy meant well.

She doesn't understand.

She's never failed at anything.

It's hard, but we must try not to compare ourselves to others.

We're all different.

We've all got our strengths, we've all got our weaknesses.

Try not to be angry.

I'm not angry.

I can't feel anything.

Just numb.

[Baby crying] No more.

I'm so tired.

I wish I could sleep.

I want the clock to stop so I can sleep forever.

Why don't you go and have a sleep?

I'm sure the world will look very different after a rest.

[Crying continues] ♪ ♪ ♪ Well?!

It's positive.

Phyllis, I'm pregnant.

Oh, it does me good to see you smile.

This is lovely news.

Just lovely.

You and Cyril are the best parents a baby could ever choose.

I'm not sure what Cyril's going to say.

This isn't exactly how we planned it.

Lucille, he's going to be as happy as you are.

And I am happy.

I am so, so happy, Phyllis.

Now ,the first thing he's going to say is when?

So, we need to work out when you're due.

♪ [Coughing] ♪ ♪ [Door closes] Cyril, sit down.

I've got something to tell you.

This sounds serious.

We never do things lightly, you and I.

We work and we pray and we plan.

We love and we dance and we save.

We have ideas about our future.

We make arrangements for our happiness.

But sometimes God makes arrangements, too.

What's He been doing now?

♪ [Sighs] We're going to have a baby.

You're going to be a father.

A father?

I'm going to be a father?

[Chuckles] Oh, I'm going to be a daddy.

[Laughs] Reporter: Today in parliament, the Sexual Offenses Act was passed.

Homosexual behavior between consenting adults in privacy will no longer be considered a criminal offense.

That's good, isn't it?

It's a huge step forward.

But changing the law won't change the public's attitude overnight.

I don't doubt I'll still be seeing distressed young men or hear of them looking in some squalid clinic for a cure.

None of it should be necessary.

Difficult case?

Mr. Rosen.

It's not asthma and there are no signs of TB on his x-ray.

But he's struggling for breath again.

His chest sounds even worse than before.

Is it related in some way to his past?

Not to his tuberculosis, but to the trauma he experienced.

I don't know.

Every patient is a whole person.

Past, present, and future all wrapped up in the vessel we call the body.

But this, I think there might be an industrial element, to do with his work with fur.

[Sighs] ♪ You are beautiful.

Shall we?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [Sighs] ♪ [Baby crying] ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [Crying continues] ♪ Trixie: Why on earth did you leave her outside?

How long has she been out there for?

It just got to the point where I thought one of us might end up going out the window.

She's safer away from me.

[Baby cries] Shh.

♪ So, what did he say?

I've never seen him so excited.

Oh, I told you!

Now we need to get you booked in.

Get you weighed so that we can keep an eye on how the baby's cooking.

We're going to take such good care of you both.

We've decided to keep the news to ourselves just for a few weeks.

We'll tell friends and family when we're ready.

They won't hear it from me.

Where's Sister Julienne?

In her office.

Trixie: Mrs. Cawder needs more help than I can give.

And I feel we must now intervene.

Perhaps, we could get her admitted to the post-natal center at Beckton.

They assist nursing mothers with feeding problems.

She can stay there?

There are staff on hand to care for the mothers and the babies throughout the day and the night.

That sounds absolutely ideal.

And it might help Mrs. Cawder knowing she's not alone with her feeding difficulties.

Places there are very limited, but I shall do my best.

I'll be keeping everything crossed.

♪ Mr. Rosen?

♪ I've spoken to Dr. McBride, a consultant chest physician at St. Cuthbert's.

He thinks it's the beginnings of, um-- you'll have to forgive the unwieldy name-- extrinsic allergic alveolitis.

Apparently, it can be caused by years of inhaling dust and fine hair from animal furs.

Is it serious?

If untreated, I'm afraid it can cause permanent damage to the lungs.

But we have caught this early, and the consultant thinks you could make a full recovery if you gave up all contact with the fur.

You mean, if I gave up my work?

I have a wife and a child.

Grandfather's always promised to make you a manager.

I'm gonna make sure that he does.

And he will.

Sisters: ♪ Lord Jesus ♪ ♪ Think on me ♪ ♪ And purge away my sin ♪ ♪ From earthborn passions, set me free ♪ ♪ And make me pure within ♪ I've been thinking.

This isn't such a bad place to raise a baby.

Oh, yes?

Well, we have the paper shop downstairs, so we don't have to go far for supplies.

If you're happy eating sherbet fountains and jelly tots.

[Laughs] I believe I am.

And I'm pretty sure Mrs. Wallace will step on all the other ladies for a chance to babysit the pastor's child.

You may be right there.

And then there's the gospel music.

Oh, my!

There is nothing that gets a baby to sleep better than voices raised up to the Lord.

[Chuckles] [Sighs] It's OK to be a little worried.

I'm a little worried, too.

But we will get through this.

Together.

♪ Oh, good news.

They've found a bed for Mrs. Cawder.

Oh, that's wonderful.

♪ I know very little about Judaism, but I do understand the importance of faith and religious practice.

Especially in terms of identity and, uh, well, peace of mind.

If you can right one small wrong of the past, I think it will give you strength for the future.

I've spoken to the rabbi, and he's ready to set you on your journey to finally celebrate your bar mitzvah.

Only if you wish to, of course.

I ...think...

I would like that very much.

Thank you.

I have something for you, too.

The old man always taught me to use every scrap, never waste a thing.

But, uh, I thought you might like this.

♪ Thank you.

♪ How are they gonna help me if you can't?

There'll be someone with you all of the time.

You won't be alone, not for a moment.

And if you need help feeding in the middle of the night, someone will be there.

Because I can't do it by myself.

Accepting help is the opposite of failing.

It's the only way to succeed.

You can do it, Yvonne.

♪ Mature Jennifer: The things that mean the most to us are never ours alone.

We walk always in the footsteps of the souls who went before.

♪ Our joy is the joy they felt.

Our tears, the tears they cried.

Thus, lost hands clasp living ones, and their touch is holy.

Honor the things that are not new, cherish the treasures we inherit, and listen for the ghosts of our shared and precious past.

♪ We have not always been as we are now, and one day we will be the people in the shadows.

Beyond all else, we are the magic we pass down, the beats of love that repeat and echo beyond us into a future that we cannot always see.

Everything I do in this room is for you.

It's as though we're giving them a message that this is all they can expect.

This is not good enough!

I promise you it happens to us all.

Even nuns.

Is it nits or chickenpox?

I don't see any trouble, really.

Sit tight and wait for the all clear.

We'll be on before Christmas.

My life has just changed.