Mrs Butterworth Doctors

You liar! Calm down! Lilia!

I go! He does not say these things!

Don't be stupid! Where are you going to go?!

Not here! Not with him in this house!

SLAP! Argh! Lilia?!

You never see me! No more!

Wait!

Oh, let her go, the stupid cow!

She's not going anywhere, is she? She's got no money, no passport.

But she'll freeze. She didn't have to run off!

I'm going to bed.

Morning! Morning.

Tea, anyone?

I'm going to call him. No. Today. No.

Uncle Zaroon can pass on a message.

He's my dad!

Our dad!

And I said no!

He's going back to Pakistan. If we don't meet him now...

Look, I'm 16, you can't stop me!

Did you hear anything I said last night...?

Thank you, Shak,

for that information. It's good to share.

Do you think you could give your mum a bit of time

to process this new development?

Maybe we could all have a chat later.

Sure.

Thank you, Heston.

My pleasure.

How dare you speak to my children on my behalf?

Can't we send her back? What...?

She's the worst temp in the history...!

Mrs Hollins, can I ask you not to creep up on me in my office?

Darcey-Marie!

Miss Brinton is on a medium-term cover contract.

And even if she is incompetent, negligent or a criminal,

you will still have to put up with her.

How about annoying? MRS TEMBE SIGHS

I am sure that she will learn a great deal

from an experienced receptionist like yourself.

Can't we get Valerie back?

You know why we cannot!

Her agency rates were excessive and we cannot afford her.

We're forking out for Darcey-Marie! Because she is cheap!

Perhaps you could use your wisdom to educate and motivate her.

Teach her how to be less useless.

You want me to train her?

Well, I'm sure we could discuss that idea...over lunch, maybe?

On me.

Well, it's gone a nasty colour, but I think you'll survive.

Was it a slap or a punch?

OK, can you look up for me?

Oh. So you understand English.

Of course. Mm-hm.

Look right.

Do you have a name? Lilia.

And left.

I come from Russia.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Lilia. I'm Emma.

Anything else?

I've cleared out the bathroom.

I think that's everything.

I don't want a trace of that woman left in this house! I'm sorry!

Yeah, well, sorry doesn't quite cut it. What were you thinking?

SHE SIGHS

Is it safe to come in? Oh, go away, Heston.

Are you still upset? What do you think?

I don't understand.

Why does he want to have anything to do with someone who hurt him?

Well, um...

I suppose you see things in very black-and-white terms.

Aamir did bad things to you, worse to your kids,

but Shak doesn't see it that way.

He's got a huge father-shaped gap in his life

and now he thinks he's found a piece that fits.

A piece that fits?

Did someone ask for tea?

Oh, lovely. Thank you.

Very cosy.

We're just trying to help.

Because you admitted to stealing a sandwich,

I'm going to have to give you a warning - an official caution.

But, really, we just want to make sure you're OK.

No arresting? No charges at the moment,

but it would help if you gave us your full name and a few details.

My name is Lilia Butterworth.

I live...near here. I forget the direction.

Butterworth. Is that a traditional Russian surname?

My husband is English.

Of course. And where is he now?

Is your husband something to do with this?

Will he be worried about you?

My father, he wasn't exactly a model parent,

but I had to find that out for myself.

Your father was not Aamir.

I can't afford to let him find us!

You know...in his eyes, we belong to him.

When I... When I ran away, that was humiliation.

Humiliation and betrayal.

And if he finds us again, he won't hesitate to punish me.

And the best way to punish me... is to hurt my kids.

Do you really think he would?

That's what he does.

Shak's not going to give up.

So what do I do?

Speak to Rob. No. It doesn't have to be official.

Rob is very good at being unofficial.

If you don't deal with this, Shak will.

Is she all right? A cup of tea, Sergeant?

Coffee?

Er...no, thank you, Mr Butterworth.

It's funny, I didn't expect to find so many Butterworths in the area.

You're the fourth today.

So, you've found Lilia?

Well, let's just say that she came to our attention.

A difficult woman.

I think there might be psychological issues.

I mean, she's nice enough... She's very nice.

But not really up to the job.

What job's that? Cleaning.

I had to speak to her yesterday about, you know, standards.

There's no point employing a cleaner who can't clean.

And she lost it.

She lost the plot.

Started screaming at me and ran off.

Didn't even take her money.

Is she all right?

Yeah. More or less.

Ooo! Lovely!

Thank you.

So, your treat?

Yes, yes, my treat.

I am not so hungry myself.

Do you mind if I have a starter? I'm starving.

No. No, not at all.

So, how were things this morning with Miss Brinton?

Where would you like me to start?

Well...I have been considering the situation

and perhaps we need to look at it in a slightly different light.

Oh, I'm listening.

Would you consider being the Mill Health Centre's senior receptionist?

Bear with me.

I have a badge.

A badge! Oh!

How much do senior receptionists get paid?

Well, er... Well, it is, er...largely honorific.

Honorific? Well, it means... I know what it means.

And, do you know, I think I'm going to stick with the badge I've got, thanks very much.

(Right.)

There you go.

Has he hit you before?

How long have you been married?

Two weeks.

Not a very good start, is it?

That is not of your business.

If he smack me, that is between him and me.

If he hits you, it's against the law.

Can I leave here? Where will you go?

Right. When did you last see her?

Actually, Niall, there's nothing here I can't handle

and you've got that project to get finished.

Yeah. Yeah, I'd better be getting on with it.

I hope whatever it is, everything turns out OK.

If you don't mind, sir, please don't go too far.

I might need to speak to you later.

Thanks.

I'm really not sure there's much more to tell.

I don't know much about her, really.

I-I got her number from one of those postcards in the newsagent window.

I don't know where she lives, or anything about her personal circumstances.

She came here, she cleaned - not very well - and she left.

Mr Butterworth, you need to know

that she is claiming to be married to your son.

Niall?! Mm-hm.

What, like a secret love affair? A clandestine marriage?

I don't know about that. Are you saying it's not true?

It's unlikely.

Perhaps it's wishful thinking on her part.

A good-looking young man,

comfortable surroundings, a British passport.

Maybe you don't know Niall as well as you think you do

and he hasn't told you yet. She's an attractive woman.

And he did seem concerned about her.

He's a soft touch, I'll grant you that, but she's not really his type.

He's gay. Right.

Right. I don't want to seem harsh,

but I don't think I can be of any further help.

Perhaps you could pass this on to her.

Her final wages.

No hard feelings.

Hm.

I'm not blaming you, Mrs Tembe. You work with what you've got.

I mean, how can you provide a service for people who need help

if the people running the service haven't got enough money

to provide the service that they need?

You have summed up the situation in a nutshell.

I think that Valerie was lucky to get out when she did.

I would not go that far. Even working for a charity,

she's probably got better working conditions than us.

A nice office, computers that work, an ergonomic swivel chair... Oh!

Um...decent hours and colleagues who appreciate the work she does.

We have very nice colleagues, too.

You didn't spend the morning working with Darcey-Marie.

I am sure she has some redeeming qualities.

No. I don't want Valerie to come back.

That would be cruel to Valerie.

I think she's probably better off where she is.

Yes, well, I, er... I sincerely hope so.

Ooo! Lovely! Thank you.

Have you actually seen him?

No. I-I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry for bothering you.

They said you were busy and I just thought I'd wait outside.

I shouldn't be troubling you with my domestic affairs.

No, wait. It's OK. Don't be silly.

People talk about domestic affairs

as if the law stops at their front door. It does not.

Has your ex been threatening you?

No. Not... Not exactly.

He... He doesn't know where we live. Not yet.

Right, OK. Good.

But Shak is determined to meet up with him?

Well, the first thing is, you can't ignore it, can you?

You can't pretend that it's not happening.

And if you try and put your foot down, you could make it worse.

I mean, would he do it anyway?

Yeah. Yeah, exactly.

So my advice would be that you have to accept it.

Give it your blessing, but control it.

You let them meet, but you lay down some rules.

You make sure that they meet in a public place,

you make sure that Shak does not pass on any personal details,

especially phone numbers and addresses.

If you have any problems at all, you give me a call.

Thanks, Rob. So let them meet up.

Your terms, remember.

My terms.

Mm. Good luck.

My terms.

I-I believe you said there had been some progress with your fostering application.

Oh, yeah, I hope so.

Um...I had a medical last week and I think it went all right,

so fingers crossed.

We've got a final panel meeting next week

and if we get approval then, you know, it's just about waiting.

It could be the next day, or it could be a few months.

Mrs Tembe? Oh, quick! Quick! Just hide!

She... She cannot know that we are here.

It is Miss Pitman!

It looks like she does not have a comfortable office job after all.

Oh, she's a chugger! Why are we hiding?

Because she might be a little embarrassed about...

Well, about her situation.

Oh! Too late for that now, she's seen us.

Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah. She's trying to hide behind a very small tree.

Lilia. Mrs Butterworth.

Yes, of course.

Mrs Butterworth, I've just been to see your husband, Mr Butterworth.

Although there is a suggestion that he's not your husband

and he is in fact gay.

That is stupid! He's my husband, he's not gay!

His father told me. His... His father is dead.

Niall Butterworth. Niall is his son.

He's gay. But there's nothing wrong with my man.

You're married to Jake Butterworth?

Is Jake Butterworth responsible for that on your face?

PHONE RINGS

Sergeant Hollins.

Sergeant Hollins, this is Jake Butterworth.

What can we do for you?

Yes, we can do that. Do you really need to see both of us?

Of course. We'll come straight down.

Not a problem.

Come here.

It'll be fine.

We'll get through this.

And when it's over, there'll be other opportunities.

And maybe next time, you won't mess it up.

The MacLachlan Trust.

I-I know this is a cancer charity you were very keen to work with.

Mm. The agency found me the job.

It was meant to be an office job, but it turns out they've got

plenty of people to work in the office.

And where we're really needed is out here, on the front line.

It must be hard work.

Yeah, it can be quite difficult.

My feet get very tired.

And some people can be very rude.

But it gets me out of the house.

Well, yes.

So, how is everyone at the Mill?

I hope you found someone lovely to replace me.

Lilia, I'm not a police officer, you know.

I work at the police station, but I'm a doctor.

I don't need your help.

No?

You think I'm a weak lady.

Victim, yes?

But I'm strong.

I come all the way from Russia.

I leave my family, my friends. That is not weak.

No. It's very brave.

But your marriage... I marry a stranger.

English stranger.

I am mail-order bride and I'm not ashamed.

My husband is Mr Jake Butterworth.

And he's a strong man. And he needs a strong woman.

And he needs more sons. Stronger sons than Niall.

Is that the basis for a marriage?

You and the policeman think I'm stupid.

I know about this marriage.

I will give Jake what a wife must give her husband

and he will look after me and he will protect me.

And he will love me.

You're not under caution or anything,

I just wanted to have a quick word.

Sort out a few misunderstandings.

Of course.

Like, Lilia Butterworth does not claim to be married to you, Niall.

That was a schoolboy error on my part.

I jumped to conclusions, considering your similar ages.

Perhaps I should explain a few things to you, Sergeant.

Perhaps you should.

Including how she came to get that bruise on her face.

An accident. A stupid scuffle.

Niall...he's not my son.

No. Niall is your partner.

Well done.

But what about Lilia?

You see, I'm struggling to see what her role is in all of this.

Well, she's not my cleaner. Funny, that(!)

What is she, then?

Technically, if you want to be literal about it...she's my wife.

In your marriage contract, Lilia, did he buy the right to hit you?

It was Niall's fault.

Niall hit you?

Why do you keep asking me these questions?

Because I'm trying to help.

Niall doesn't like me. He doesn't want his father to marry, to be happy.

Last night, he drink too much, he say things.

What things?

I...almost believe him, his lies.

My husband, he is angry.

And...?

Nothing. It's all a mistake. It's a mistake.

When everybody calm, everything's OK.

When I have baby, everything's OK.

Do you know how difficult it is for gay men to have a baby?

That's all we want.

Is there anything more natural than to want a child?

But we don't want some adopted stray.

I want a child that's mine biologically.

But you can't pay for surrogacy in this country. It's illegal.

Even if you do try. We did try.

We did. But that...woman messed us around.

So you go abroad and then you're at the mercy of some 16-year-old Romanian and her pimp of a father.

That's why Jake had to marry Lilia.

It's big business in Russia.

The girls are clean, even educated.

But the point is, there's a legal marriage contract.

Any children born are legally mine, and there's no adoption hassle,

and they're born in the UK.

She gets a chance in the West and I get a child that's mine.

A child that's ours.

It's a win-win situation.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being in lioness mode.

I could tell.

Rob had some very good advice.

I'm going to let Shak...well, them, see their dad.

OK. In town, public, so he can't try anything.

About this morning... You're allowed to do some roaring.

Thank you.

Do you think you can charge him?

Not without any evidence.

Has she said anything to you? No, nothing.

Is there any chance that she could be pregnant?

I don't know, I didn't ask.

She keeps talking about babies, but to be honest,

I don't think the marriage has been consummated.

Yeah, well, that sounds about right.

Do you think that she's being genuine? Yes, I do.

Although I think she's misguided.

She's protecting her so-called husband.

And, er...she thinks she has a proper marriage

and that she's going to live happily ever after.

I'd better, um... Mm-hm.

Please? No! I have already said no!

Why not? You know why not!

Pay the fee! How high can it be?!

It is exorbitant!

Oh! But she looked so miserable,

and Darcey-Marie is doing my head in!

There is nothing more to be said.

You will have to put up with it!

And so will Miss Pitman.

MRS TEMBE SIGHS

I think it's fair to say that you haven't been totally honest with your wife.

Are you totally honest with yours?

Lilia seems to think that you two are father and son. Why is that?

We were hardly going to tell her the truth now, were we?

Is that fair?

To lie to that extent?

To raise her hopes of a new life, a new family?

She was selling herself on the internet.

Do you think that's how she saw it?

I really don't care.

No, you don't, do you?

Is that how you saw it?

Leave him alone. Can't he speak for himself?

Does anyone get the chance to speak for themselves in your house, apart from you?

I told her! Niall!

I told her everything. That's why she ran.

She knows about us, she knows about everything.

And I think she's finding it hard to accept that anybody could be so heartless.

Name one law that we have broken.

Somebody gave her that bruise on her face.

There's loads of websites.

Russians, Ukrainians, Moldovans.

Don't say another word. Jake flew out to Russia to meet her.

Met her three times, then they got married.

It was a whirlwind romance.

She thought she was marrying a rich Westerner, but it was all a lie.

We told her I was Jake's son. We used her.

Jake used to call her The Womb.

Oh, that's nice(!)

And once The Womb had given birth...?

Not my concern.

There is a return ticket to Russia, if she wants it.

Do you know what my concern is?

My concern is what you were going to do if she wanted to keep the baby.

She knew none of this, obviously.

Not until you opened your big mouth.

She deserved to know!

She's a good person and I like her, and what we did was wrong!

I had a bit too much to drink last night.

I told Lilia everything.

She got very upset.

He slapped her. Hard.

And she ran away.

All I'm saying is, think about it.

Are you sure that it's wise to go back to him?

He is my husband.

Niall, wait! We can sort this. Please! Jake!

You've ruined everything, do you know that? I did nothing!

It's all your fault, you stupid...! Oi!

Where are you going to live now?

What? Do you think I wanted you for anything other than breeding?

Do you actually think I wanted to sleep with you?

It is true, what you said.

I'm sorry. You're pathetic!

He's honest.

Now I am honest.

I never love you.

It was contract.

Ticket to England.

Now I have a question for you.

Do you think I want to sleep with you?

No. Never!

You're old and you're ugly.

And you have an ugly heart!

This? He did this.

Make sure you tell Zaroon he's not to give your number to your dad, OK?

He's got to understand that. Yeah, yeah, you said.

Hello. Is that... Is that Zaroon? It's Shak.

Um...is my dad still here, in England?

If that's OK. Me and Alia.

Yeah, she's really excited, too.

No, it has to be in town.

Um...do you think my dad can make it tomorrow?

Great! Centenary Square.

That's easy to find, yeah.

Maybe 11:00.

OK.

That's cool. Tomorrow, 11:00.

Thanks. See ya.

Right. Have you got anywhere to stay?

No. Me neither. The house was Jake's.

He's not going to be needing it, is he? Well, not tonight, anyway.

I suppose so. I've still got the keys.

And Mrs Butterworth is his legal wife. This is true.

And what's his...is yours.

I don't understand.

The house is yours.

Do you want to stay in my house?

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir, have you got a moment to talk about cancer?

Hm. Oh! VALERIE CHUCKLES

Plenty more where he came from. Yes. Well, yes, I am sure.

Since we met earlier, I have been, er... Well, I have been thinking.

Really?!

Oh. Oh, no. I am so sorry!

Mrs Tembe? I... I really cannot give you your job back, Miss Pitman.

Oh! Right.

Well, that is why I returned, to apologise and, er...

Well, and try to explain. Oh, there's no need, really.

But I really think that I...

No, really, I really don't want to talk about it.

Right.

Well, er... Well, perhaps I, er... Well, I can make a donation.

Um...just, er...fill out the boxes.

You're very kind.

Ooo! Is that the reading list? Yes. Great. Oh, yeah, I baked a cake.

These will have to do.

Well, if the kids burst into La traviata, we're suitably equipped(!)

To people like that, I'm just a cleaner.

You're not just a cleaner. I am around here.

Shak's staying, but why is Alia following him?! I'll go.

Be quick, be quick! And don't let them see you! I'll be discreet!

..three, four...

One, two, three, four...

OK, my love, I'm going to tell you how to give him mouth to mouth, OK?

When resources stretch to breaking point,