Call the Midwife

Don't stand here! Move back!

Fred, Fred!

What's the latest advice?

They've put a ladder up on the bridge, they're going to

get the injured down that way, but there's people climbing over

the old sheds on the far side and it's not safe.

Al right, direct them this way, we're setting up

a first aid station inside Nonnatus.

Fred! Fred!

Nancy. Were you on the train?

Yes, I-I-I was on the train 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 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.

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?

There's still nobody answering.

We have reports that ambulances and fire engines...

It might not be that near to Nonnatus House.

They might not even know.

...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.

Dr Turner...

Dr Turner. Patrick?

You seem...

...to have lost consciousness for just a moment.

A bit of a bump...

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

You?

It... it appears I...

...I mislaid a shoe.

Like Cinderella.

We have to get out.

Preferably before midnight.

We can't.

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

Mrs Carnie?

Mrs Carnie.

Just try to... to remain calm.

Help... 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.

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.

Give me your hand, Mrs Carnie.

There.

Just breathe.

Think of each breath.

Each and every gentle outgoing breath...

...as pushing the pain away.

You never have to experience this particular pain again.

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.

CDC, reporting.

- They need help sorting the arc lights. - Sir.

And we need a blanket for this one.

Casualty?

Fatality. It's the driver.

Nonnatus House. May I be of assistance?

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.

Reggie.

There's a lot going on here, and with everybody rushing about,

I think it's... it's probably for the best if we go home.

Fred's near here.

Yes, I know Fred's near here, but, erm, he won't come

to any harm, because the accident itself has happened, it's over.

And he's busy helping people.

I want to help people.

Well, everyone does when something terrible happens.

How?

Well, people try and think of something, you know,

that they're good at.

Something that might make other people feel better, and...

...and then they do that.

I can make tea.

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.

...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.

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 labouring 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 labour.

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.

Straight across and report to the nurse.

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

Make way, mate.

The embankment's on fire, there's people trapped.

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.

O Father of mercies and God of all comforts.

We fly unto thee for succour...

...on behalf of this, thy servant,

here lying under thy hand in great weakness of body.

Look graciously upon her, 0, Lord, we beseech thee.

Is that a prayer for the dead?

It's for the dying.

Because she's gone.

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.