Call the Midwife – Series 5: Missing Scenes [501-504]

As I had done for the BBC series Last Tango in Halifax, I will be posting the missing scenes that differ from what the BBC airs to what PBS edits. The dialogue written by Heidi Thomas McGann and co-writers . Images belong to Call the Midwife, Neal Street Productions and BBC. The scenes where dialogue is missing will be highlighted in red. Rather than make eight separate posts, I will be adding to this post for the first four episodes, then another post for episodes 5-8, so keep checking back.

Episode 501:
This scene picks up once Phyllis emerges from Sister Julienne’s office, where Trixie, Patsy and Barbara are awaiting her exit.
Phyllis: Oh, go on. I’ll race you!
(She leads the group going up the stairs, where Sister Mary Cynthia and Sister Winifred have stopped to let them pass.)

Sister Winifred: Ah, no new look for us, Sister. Still, better 600 years out of date than 6.
Sister Mary Cynthia: Yes.

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Meal time at Nonnatus House
Sisters Julienne, Winifred, Mary Cynthia and Monica Joan are at the table awaiting the midwives to arrive in their new uniforms. When they do, the sisters clap.
Sister Julienne: You all look every bit as smart as I imagined.
Sister Evangelina: (coming in behind them) What I want to know is are those waspy belts practical? If there’s one thing midwifery has always involved is a good deal of bending at the midriff. One protracted birth on a low-slung mattress and you’ll end up cut in half.
Sister Julienne: (sitting down for meal and grace) Bless us, oh Lord and these thy gifts which we receive by thy bounty (Sister Monica Joan stops eating the bread which she had already started on). Amen.
Others: Amen.
Sister Evangelina: I was at Lisbon buildings with Mrs. Gallagher and young Jeffrey.
Sister Mary Cynthia: Is he the baby with missing thumbs?
Sister Evangelina: And his mother’s no more nearer getting over it than she was six weeks ago.
Patsy: The trouble is, Mrs Gallagher’s quite the nervy type. She was demanding sleeping pills the moment she knew she was pregnant.
Trixie: I’d demand sleeping pills if I lived at Lisbon buildings.
Sister Winifred: Surely she’s on the list to be re-housed?
Barbara: Everyone in Lisbon buildings is on the list to be re-housed, but the new flats aren’t being built fast enough.
Sister Julienne: I’ll talk to Dr. Turner. Perhaps he can help with a medical note.
Barbara: Bad housing has a lot to answer for.
Phyllis: I think you’ll find family planning has a lot to answer for. These young wives get themselves a diaphragm and once they can pick and choose their family’s size, the picking and the choosing never stops. They want everything just so, and if it isn’t, they don’t know where to turn.
Sister Evangelina: I hope they know they can turn to us, Nurse Crane. Kind words won’t give Jeffrey Gallagher his thumbs but it may help his mother to cope.
Phyllis: Kind words are a universal panacea, Sister. And like you, I can dispense them quite liberally when occasion demands. And like you, I temper them with common sense.

Barbara: Would you like some bread and butter, Nurse Crane? (passes her a plate of bread)
Phyllis: Thank you. I’d also like the honey, as I see there is still no cake.
Sister Monica Joan: One wonders why you comment on its absence, given it is our common sacrifice for lent. Meanwhile, Islamists have festivals of fasting in which the frail and elderly are not deprived.
Sister Evangelina: I have no objection to our Asian neighbours, but when it comes to Lent, we do things our way. Thank you very much.
Phyllis: Honey, Sister?
Sister Evangelina: No. Bread and butter for me.

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Reverend Tom Harewood walks towards Nonnatus House and Fred greets him from the garden.
Fred: (standing up to move to another section) Morning, Reverend.
Tom: Morning, Fred. You look busy.
Fred: (sighs) The Jersey Royals are comin’ on a treat. (Pats a new section of ground where the flowers are starting to emerge). Half a crown deposit secures a first crop.
Tom: I’m a curate, Fred. I’m so poor, the church mice feel sorry for me.

(Fred nods and cuts to Tom ringing the doorbell at Nonnatus.)

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Patsy’s attending Rhoda Mullucks delivery.

Rhoda: (bent over, leaning against the bed, moaning in labour pains, Patsy’s rubbing her lower back). They’re sending men into space. You think they’d find away around this by now.
Patsy: We’ll have another try with the gas with your next pain
Rhoda: I feel like a right chump with my bum stuck up in the air.
Patsy: (smiling) Believe me, Rhoda, I’ve seen it all before.
Rhoda: I was hoping for a nun, not one of you young ‘uns. Bet you’ve all got lovely bleedin’ bums.

(Rhoda pounds her fist down on the bed with a groan as another contraction hits.)

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Another quick shot of the photographer taking pictures of Barbara & Trixie in the East End. No dialogue.

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At Nonnatus House, Sister Mary Cynthia and Sister Winifred are cutting up some fabric to make some nappies for Susan Mullucks.

Sister Winifred: But, if Rhoda’s husband won’t let her take Susan home and she won’t put her in an institution, where will they go?
Sister Mary Cynthia: There has been talk of finding her a room in a hostel where she could take the baby but she has two other children to consider.
Sister Winifred: It’s not going to be easy.
Sister Mary Cynthia: No. Things might resolve. The situation doesn’t have to be impossible.
Sister Winifred: Seems fairly impossible to me.
Sister Mary Cynthia: I had a little brother, born with water on the brain.
Sister Winifred: Oh. I had no idea.
Sister Mary Cynthia: We aren’t encouraged to talk about personal things. My mother wouldn’t put him in a home. When we took him out, she’d say, ‘If people stare, stare back.” And I never could, because after they’d stare, they’d turn away, shake their heads. And when they did that, I could see him through their eyes. But we knew we loved him. He died. Long time ago. And that was when we realized how much he’d really mattered.
Sister Winifred: God bless you, Sister. And him.
Sister Mary Cynthia: (slight sobbing) Thank you.
Sister Winifred: I just…wonder if it’s not something in the atmosphere. The father of the baby with the missing thumbs is a chemical mixer at the patchworks. (At first, Sr. Mary Cynthia looks like she thinks Sr Winifred might have something there, then realizes that the other nun does not).  There are atom bombs going off in the Sahara, and a polluted river running past our front door. 
Sister Mary Cynthia: I’m not sure any good can come of asking why, Sister. We have to accept things are as they are, and reach out with all the love we can find.
Sister Winifred: I suppose that’s what we’re doing now…Susan’s clothes.
Sister Mary Cynthia: The trouble is, these aren’t Susan’s clothes. They’re what we could find in the charity box. Things people threw away. And it just isn’t good enough.

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Episode 502

Trixie, Patsy and Barbara are down by the docks, having a meal of fish & chips

Trixie: It’s practically a sea view. Imagine we’re dining in Saint Tropez with David Niven.
Patsy: Quite what he’d make of cockles and chips, I don’t know.
Trixie: It’s David Niven, it doesn’t matter what you’re eating.
Patsy: (Looks at Barbara who is distracted and saddened) There are chips going uneaten, Nurse Franklin. While not an emergency, it is a cause for concern.
Trixie: Patient shows no sign of elation in the presence of deep-fried matter.
Barbara: (smiles) I don’t know what it is. I’m trying to look after Mrs. Beckett. She’s got high blood pressure and she’s very anxious, but she won’t talk to me. Whatever I say, she makes me feel like I’m straight out of Malory Towers.
Trixie: It’s the same for all of us at the start. It’s about building trust.
Barbara: But I’m not new any more.
Trixie: No, but you are newer. You just need a few more battle scars.
Barbara: (saddened again) I have them. I just choose not to display them.
Patsy: (looks over at Trixie in a bit of concern.) Well, we think you’re wonderful. And we couldn’t manage without you. And your knowledge of bundt is quite unsurpassed.

(Barbara laughs and leans over to steal one of Patsy’s chips, followed by Trixie throwing one of her chips at Barbara. They all start laughing.)

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In the clinic room getting ready for the day are Phyllis, Patsy, Trixie and Sister Winifred.

Phyllis: A new system. Help us get the most out of every day and ourselves. Each coloured pin represents you and your patient visits. We can see straight away if we’re covering the same patch. Nurse Mount, you’re on district with me. You’re yellow.
Patsy: Not my best colour.
Phyllis: I’m blue. Efficiency ladies. We need to do more and we need to do it faster.
Trixie: (quieter) Why not simply give us radio transmitters so we can telegraph our whereabouts?
Phyllis: There are people in Poplar falling through the cracks. I’ve persuaded the borough council to provide a number of home helps. So when you’re on your visits, make a note of anyone you feel you cannot call, we’ll put their names forward and see if we can’t make life a little easier.
Sister Winifred: Mission accepted.
Patsy: Quite so.

Phyllis: Oh, while I’ve got you. We have visitors of many lands now amongst us and I thought we might equip ourselves with languages to serve them better. I had hoped to find a class in Urdu or Punjabi, but these have eluded me. (Patsy and Trixie look at each other in surprise, trepidation and amusement). However, there is a module in Spanish starting this evening. Anyone who wants to join me, I shall be leaving at 7 o’clock. Sharp.

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Barbara is doing a home visit with Mrs. Beckett. This section starts after Mr. Beckett leaves to find work.

Barbara: We want you to have your baby at home, but if your blood pressure remains high, we’ll have to bring you in.
Mrs. Beckett: It will be a relief. (sobs)
Barbara: Oh, Mrs. Beckett. Oh, please don’t be upset. The thought of baby is daunting, but you’re not alone.
Mrs. Becket: I’m talking about having no home. In the past six months, Johnny’s brought in next to nothing in shifts, and I’m living off what my sister can send us. I don’t know how we’ll make next rent.
Barbara: Have you applied for national assistance?
Mrs. Beckett: He won’t beg.
Barbara: But the assistant’s board is there for hard times. My father’s parish serves the docks in Liverpool and he’s referred many men to the board in recent years.
Mrs. Beckett: There’s work for those that wants it. The man I married, he would have died for his family. But, Johnny ain’t the same no more.
Barbara: Some men are overwhelmed by the thought of fatherhood.
Mrs. Beckett: There ain’t no time to be overwhelmed.

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At Tom’s residence

Barbara: You make soup for the tramps every night?
Tom: Soup’s a loose term. I make something hot and wet for the poor devils.
Barbara: Every night.
Tom: Everyone deserves one meal a day
Barbara: Tom, what do you do when you learn something about one parishioner that another has the right to know but knowing would probably cause quite a bit of upset?
Tom: I deal with confidences every day. There’s no need to be quite so cryptic.
Barbara: One of my patients. Her husband’s not been working and she has high blood pressure with the worry. And now she thinks he’s back in work, and she’s so relieved. But he’s not working. He’s in a pub. All day.
Tom: Well, I’ve never been thanked for interfering in a marriage.
Barbara: (sighs) I can’t just stand by.
Tom: You’re quite the warrior, aren’t you?
Barbara: (looks at the mess around the table and clears throat) I thought cleanliness was next to godliness.
Tom: Apparently not.
Both work to clean up the mess of vegetables and pots.

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Dr. Turner is visiting Mrs. Beckett with Barbara

Dr. Turner: Johnny has regained consciousness. (Mrs. Beckett sighs with relief). He’s been able to talk to the doctors. But he is very poorly, Mrs. Beckett. He has pneumonia.
Mrs. Beckett: Oh. I didn’t know what you was going to say then. Pneumonia. It’s the dust down on the docks. He just needs a vapour bath.
Dr. Turner: The chest specialist is treating Johnny. But he is concerned there may be some underlying cause. Your husband mentioned to staff he’d been exceedingly tired, for a good while.
Mrs. Beckett: Well, that will go, won’t it? With the treatment?
Dr. Turner: The London are going to run some further tests.
Mrs. Beckett: I should like to go to him, Doctor.
Dr. Turner: If I might suggest you go this evening, the consultant may have some of the test results back.
Barbara: I’ll go with you, Mrs. Beckett. It will fit in quite well with my rounds.

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In the maternity home, Barbara and Trixie are working with Mrs. Beckett to get her labour moving along.

Mrs. Beckett: (cries) It must be coming. (Moans) The cramps.
Barbara: The cramps are from the castor oil. Your contractions haven’t started yet. (Mrs. Beckett moans again). Try to relax, Stella.
(Trixie’s preparing the towels for delivery. The door opens and Shelagh pops in for a moment to hand Trixie some more supplies)
Shelagh: Dr. Turner wonders if there’s any progress.
Trixie: We’re still in the early stages.
(Shelagh nods and leaves)
Trixie: We need to hurry things along.
Barbara: (nods) Stretch and sweep. (Trixie nods) We’re just going to feel what baby’s up to. (She puts her hands on Mrs. Becket’s abdomen, moving the baby slightly. We need to do a little more to bring on contractions.
(Barbara and Trixie switch places as Barbara moves to the rear of the bed). I’m going to gently stretch your cervix and then I’m going to ease away the membranes holding baby.
Mrs. Beckett: (cries) Oh, God.
Trixie: The procedure will release a hormone that will start your contractions.
(Mrs. Beckett nods and starts breathing heavily. Barbara and Trixie look at each other and nod in support as they start the next stage. Trixie holds Mrs. Beckett’s hand as Barbara gets to work on the cervix.)
Barbara: Now, another deep breath. (Mrs. Beckett moans). Well done. We’re about four fingers dilated. That’s very good.
Trixie: This should move things along for us.
Barbara: Another deep breath. (Mrs. Beckett whimpers in discomfort)
Trixie: That’s it. Breathe out. Think about Johnny meeting his baby. Think only of that.

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Dr. Turner with Mr. Beckett in the London. A nurse takes Mr. Beckett’s pulse then shakes her head to Dr. Turner, he nods.

Mr. Beckett: (wheezing) My old man used to take me to the games. His old man took him. (He points to his chest). I got so much in here but my child won’t know it. (Breathes weakly)
Dr. Turner: Come on, Johnny. Kick-off’s nearly here. You are going to tell your little son or daughter that Spurs won the cup. Stay with us. Your baby is coming.

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Episode 503

In Meg’s kitchen, her niece is sitting having a cigarette when Meg returns.

Angie: Auntie Meg. What’s it look like? The baby. Is it…well, you know…(pulls up edge of eyes, to indicate Asian).
Meg: (maddened at her niece for her obvious racism) “She” is beautiful. And she looks like my great granddaughter. (shoves the plate of bread and jam at her.)

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In Delia’s new room. She and Patsy have been sorting things. Delia puts a picture frame on the dresser as Patsy is sorting a bouquet of flowers on a table.

Delia: You must be exhausted now.
Patsy: I must be. I don’t feel it. (Delia passed behind her to walk over to her bed.) There. (Smiles and heads over to join Delia on the edge of the bed and sighs). I’ve waited such a long time to sit beside you looking at a bunch of flowers in a vase.
Delia: Under the same roof, at last. Just you and me. And Trixie, and…
Both: Barbara and Nurse Crane.
Delia: And quite a few nuns. (Both laugh heartily)

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After Dorothy heads towards Nonnatus but before she knocks on the door, there is this scene: In the Nonnatus House kitchen, Patsy, Trixie, Delia, Barbara and Shelagh are gathered. talking about Typhoid.

Shelagh: If it is Typhoid, we have the list of registered carriers at the surgery.
Trixie: No one else in the family seems ill?
Patsy: (sighs) Not as far as I know. But the extended family is huge.
Delia: Patsy, even if you’re right, the antibiotic treatment now is really effective. (She places a hand on Patsy’s arm). Typhoid isn’t like it was.
Patsy: (jerks her arm back quickly and speaks a bit more harshly than she otherwise would). I know that, Delia. I’m talking the prevention of spread.

(She quickly stands up, startling and upsetting Delia as she takes her dishes over to the sink. Everyone is rather startled by her behaviour).
Trixie: (trying to lighten up the mood, puts a plate on the table) Who wants toast?
Delia: (stands up from the table) Actually, I think I’m going to go read my book. (Leaves the room full of tension).
Trixie: (Moving over to Patsy) Patsy, that was really rude. Poor Delia was only trying to help.
Patsy: (quietly) I know.
Trixie: If I’d had a rotten day like yours, I expect I’d be touchy, too. Have some of Violet’s jam before Sister Monica Joan gets her hands on it. (Takes the dishwashing mop from Patsy’s hands.) Then go and say sorry to our new housemate.

(Patsy’s clearly troubled but she knows Trixie is right)

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In Delia’s room, she’s lying on her bed, on her stomach, distractedly reading her book, when Patsy enters and shuts the door behind her. She’s tearful.
Patsy: I’m sorry.

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(Delia moves to sit up. The scene cuts to Jeannette struggling with the effects of Typhoid then back to Patsy and Delia, sitting side by side on the bed.)
Delia: I knew you were thinking about your mother and sister, but I would never have mentioned them. I know how difficult it is for you to talk about the camp.
Patsy: I’ve been thinking about them all day. (Picking at the hem of her dress).
Delia: Of course you have. It must have brought back so many awful memories.
Patsy: I so wanted to let you comfort me. But I didn’t know how to do it with the others there.
Delia: (Turns to look down at the floor a moment) Patsy, if me being here makes you uncomfortable, (turns back to Patsy) I can go. I’m sure I’d find somewhere…
Patsy: No. I don’t want that. I want you here. I nearly lost you once already.
Delia: (smiles at her) But you didn’t.

(Patsy nods and sniffles as she leans into Delia, and Delia hugs her, holding her arm and rubs her arms.)

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After Mr. Su gets his blood test and joins Meg on the chairs at the surgery, there is an extended scene of residents from that East End neighbourhood also having blood work done. At the end, Patsy is placing the labelled vials into slots in a box, checking them against her list of names.

Dr. Turner: We’ve missed the lab collection.
Patsy: Oh, I can take them up there. I’m not allowed to work in the clinic anyway.
Dr. Turner: (sighs) Oh, The clinic. (Puts on his coat) Do you mind?
Patsy: No.
Dr. Turner: Thank you so much. And can you tell them it’s urgent.
Patsy: Mmmm hmmm.

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Episode 504

At the Community Centre Clinic, Shelagh is setting up a meeting for mothers-to-be about delivery in hospital. Several are already setting up in the chairs as Shelagh passes around pamphlets. Sister Julienne is at one of the stations getting preparation done. One mother comes in with a crew of three children. There are also some other children playing with toys in a play area.

Mrs. Cottingham: Is it alright if I bring the boys in?
Shelagh: (Chuckles) Of course. As long as they steer clear of Wendy House Corner. I don’t want another incident with the mangle.
Mrs. Cottingham: Oh, right. Go on. You heard.

Shelagh: Take a seat, Mrs. Cottingham. We’re just talking through the differences between home and hospital delivery. (As Mrs. Cottingham finds a seat, Shelagh passes her an information pamphlet.) We’ll try to give you as much information as we can.
Mrs. Cottingham: I’m stopping at home. Turn my back on my lot for 10 days, I’ll have no house to come back to. My old man would have lost it in a card game. (Chuckles all around) Or the kids will have burnt it down. (All laughing).
Expectant mother: Isn’t there any visiting in the afternoons? My Kevin’s on permanent nights.
Shelagh: Rules are quite strict on maternity wards. It helps get babies into a routine. Many new mothers find this quite helpful, though baby would see more of his or her father if you gave birth at home.
Mother: I want the gas though. Proper gas. Off a machine. Someone told me if you have it at home, they give you gas through the cooker, and I think that’s dangerous. (All laughing).
Shelagh: That would be very dangerous, indeed. Gas and air is completely different. And the midwives bring the apparatus to your home.
Mother: (Quietly) Oh. What if something goes wrong, with the delivery?
Mrs. Cottingham: Is it your first, love?
Mother: (Softly) Yeah.
Mrs. Cottingham: You’d be all right with the Nonnatuns, wouldn’t she? (The other woman murmuring agreement)
Shelagh: Dr. Turner is never far away. And in an emergency… (children shouting in the room) you can get to the hospital very quickly.
Mrs. Cottingham: (Turns around to see one of her sons as the problem.)
Terrence. You leave that little girl alone. I do not want any more fingers in mangles. (Turns back around to face the front.) Should have had them at the hospital and left them there. (Women laughing.)

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Nonnatus House clinical room, Sister Julienne arrives as Sister Mary Cynthia has been on-call.

Sr Mary Cynthia: No calls this afternoon, Sister. Could have come to the clinic after all. (She takes Sr Julienne’s clinic bag from her and sets it up on the counter.)
Sr Julienne: I don’t like to leave the phone unmanned. This is usually such a busy time of year.
Sr. Mary Cynthia: (Upon phone ringing finally, she lights up). Nonnatus House, midwife speaking….Yes, of course. She’s here now. (Turns to Sr Julienne) Sister? It’s the matron at St. Cuthbert’s Hospital. She asked to speak to you.

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At the dining table at Nonnatus

Phyllis: I’m entirely happy to deputise with regard to administration, Sister. But hospital routines are rather gruelling. Are you sure you don’t want to send one of the youngsters?
Sr. Julienne: It’s only for a week. But I’m sure St. Cuthbert’s would provide a bath chair if I can’t take the pace. (Sr Winifred giggles)
Phyllis: I’ll thank you for the beetroot, Sr. Winifred.
Patsy: Sr. Julienne, I really don’t mind going. I’ve never been seconded to St. Cuthbert’s. They’ve won prizes for their hygiene.
Sr. Julienne: I’ve volunteered my services for several reasons. First, their need is great. Second, my load here is lightest, in terms of clinical work. And third,
I haven’t worked in a hospital for almost ten years. More and more women are choosing hospital deliveries. I’m keen to see why.
Phyllis: I think you’ll find that whatever the fold involves, babies come out in much the same way. And they have done since Adam and Eve were in their birthday suits.
Sr. Julienne: Sister Mary Cynthia? Whilst I’m in hospital, would you be kind enough to draw up a plan for Sr. Hildegard’s service?
Sr. Mary Cynthia: It would be an honour, Sister. (Sr. Monica Joan looks both surprised and a little agitated.)
Sr. Monica Joan: But the child barely knows the woman’s name, let alone count her virtues. Or recall her toil.
Sr. Julienne: I thought this would be a chance for her to learn.
Sr. Mary Cynthia: It will. (Turns to the elder nun) If Sister Monica Joan will help me.
Sr. Monica Joan: (Suddenly happy) We shall toil together. Like Ruth and Naomi, after the death of Elimelech.
Sr. Winifred: That would be lovely.

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On the front steps of Nonnatus House, Patsy and Delia are sitting down as Delia holds out a newspaper.

Delia: I can’t believe La Dolce Vita is finally here. I’ve been reading about it in magazines for the past twelve months.
Patsy: And I’ve been promising to sit through it with you.
Delia: (looks knowingly at Patsy) You want to see Anita Ekberg in that fountain just as much as I do. I’m not on duty a week next Friday. And as far as I can ascertain you’re not on call.
Patsy: (Smiles up at her) Have you been looking at the advance roster?
Delia: Guilty as charged. (They both laugh, leaning a bit against each other). But is it a date?
Trixie: (Comes out to join them) What are you two up to?
Delia: Trying to get our legs brown. I’m not doing too badly, but poor Patsy’s struggling, (smirks down at Patsy) what with being a redhead and everything.
Patsy: (Grins) I had shins like milk bottles even when I was a blonde.
Trixie: (Looks over at the page Delia’s got open.) Oh, just look at Anita Ekberg’s bust in that black dress. (Patsy & Delia doing just that.) She must be wearing the most stupendous brassiere or how on earth has she managed to go strapless?
Patsy:Well, if you come to the flicks with us next Friday, you might find out.
(Delia gives her a dirty look, which Patsy realizes she’s just stuck her foot in it with her girlfriend)
Trixie: Oh, how perfectly marvellous. Should we treat ourselves to the two and nines?

Barbara: (Just came outside to join them on the steps). I’ve just tried rubbing my legs with Trex to speed things up. There’s a great big block of it in the fridge because Nurse Crane won’t eat anything fried and dripping.
Delia: Do you fancy coming to the pictures next week Barbara? We’re going up West to see La Dolce Vita. If enough people join in (gives Patsy another dirty look), we could book a charabanc. (Patsy gives her look that just says ‘I know. I’m sorry’).
Barbara: What day next week?
Delia: Friday.
Barbara: I’d love to, if I’m not busy.
Trixie: (Annoyed) Why would you be busy, Barbara?
(Patsy & Delia look at Trixie as her tone is quite frosty, and they’re wanting to stay out of it, and be anywhere else.)
Trixie: You normally have Friday evenings off.
Barbara: (Lying as she hasn’t yet told Trixie of her relationship with Tom.) A relative from my mother’s side is going to be in London, and I promised her I’d show her the sights.
Trixie: How terribly public-spirited of you.
Barbara: No, not really. I’m just very fond of Cousin Mabel.
Trixie: (Starts to stand up) Of course you are.
Barbara: Trixie?
Trixie: You’ll have to excuse me. I’m going to make myself a face mask out of salad cream. I believe one can find the most amazing aids to beauty in the kitchen cupboards. (Turns to head back inside)
Barbara: (Sighs loudly).

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At Nonnatus house at night. Patsy arrives home and heads towards the kitchen first to put down her bag first. She finds Delia, with her hair down, standing there in her pyjamas at the stove, pouring milk into a saucepan. Patsy watches her for a moment, smiling before she says anything.

Patsy: Delia…
Delia: (Turns and smiles big) There’s no one here. There’s nobody watching. Nobody but us. (Walks towards Patsy)
Patsy: You waited up. (Puts her arms on Delia’s drawing her close)
Delia: Yes. It’s what we dreamed of, wasn’t it? When we were planning the flat, before our future got interrupted.
Patsy: (Begins playing with Delia’s hair) Do you know, Dels, in my whole life, I never once had anyone wait up for me.
(Delia looks over Patsy’s shoulder to make sure there was no one around, the placing her hands on Patsy’s waist began to move her around the kitchen; Patsy, too looks over her shoulder).
Delia: I bet you never had anyone make you a cup of Bournvita with a tot of Johnny Walker in it either. (Walks Patsy backwards to the counter, Delia then runs her hand over Patsy’s shoulder to her neck) While you were out, I was thinking (Patsy raises an eyebrow at this) ‘I’m going to unpin her hair, let it fall down to her shoulders and run my hands through it. But you’ve gone so mad with the lacquer, you could pull out every kirby grip and the beehive wouldn’t budge. (Patsy smiles widely at her).

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At the home of Sadie Bulmer (patient with the arm dressing & coughing/congestion), Dr. Turner is there.

Dr. Turner: I think we need to refer you to the hospital for some tests. (Puts his stethoscope back in his medical bag)
Sadie: I’ve been coughing on and off for years. Everybody does around here. (Doing up the top buttons on her shirt). They said, we’d all be cured after the Clean Air Act.
Dr. Turner: The Clean Air Act wouldn’t have had much of an impact on conditions inside Heywoods, Mrs. Bulmer. We need to rule out emphysema.
Sadie: It’s emphysema what did for my husband. I’m a widow. I need to work.
Dr. Turner: You have a strapping grown-up son, Mrs. Bulmer. He could take care of you now. (Ian is stood outside the open door listening in.)
Sadie: I wish I had your confidence.
(Ian looks at his watch that was his father’s, realising that it would be worth some money to buy the engagement ring.

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At the Turner’s home. Dr. Turner is poured over charts and journal articles trying to find out what has been causing the babies malformations. Shelagh’s in the kitchen making him a cup of tea.

Dr. Turner: This seems to be our only clue that these anomalies are part of something more widespread. This residential hospital that specialises in children with malformed limbs. (Shelagh brings in the tea)
Shelagh: It’s not a new hospital. But it is a new specialisation.
Dr. Turner: It may mean nothing at all.
Shelagh: Patrick, we have to go to bed. We have patients to care for in the morning. They don’t need us crawling in half-dead through lack of sleep. (She leans over him from behind and to the side, and wraps her arms around his neck.) I never know when I love you the most, but I sometimes think that these are the times that I love you best. When the whole world is sleeping and you’re sitting up, with dark rings beneath your eyes, just trying to make it better.
Patrick: (Leans back in the chair, Shelagh adjusts but still holding him.) Oh, Shelagh. (She moves behind him.) We had a wonderful old professor when I was at medical school, Macatin Phipps. He was a real physician. Cared about patients, inside and out. And he used to say, “Never be afraid to say when you don’t know the answer.” (Shakes his head) But these babies…Shelagh, I don’t know. And I don’t know if there is anything to know. And I’m scared.

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Well, that’s it for 504. Stay tuned for episode 505 Missing Scenes coming soon…

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About jlynnstapleton

I'm a Licensed Practical Nurse, photographer and writer. My focus in photography has been primarily landscapes, particularly water based images, both in colour and black and white. I love to travel when I can and sometimes find some unique treasures to photograph. I also enjoy writing these blogs and doing interviews when I can. I'm the oldest of three siblings. I grew up in St. John's, Newfoundland [Canada]. I came out as a lesbian when I was twenty-one, and fortunately I've had a supportive family, and friends.
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One Response to Call the Midwife – Series 5: Missing Scenes [501-504]

  1. Thanks for doing this. PBS always leaves out the best parts.

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