(Series 25, Ep.34) Sorry I’m late with this review. Three words by way of explanation: Bank. Holiday. IKEA.
It was something of an unsatisfying episode anyway (Casualty, not the trip to IKEA). The problem is, when you’ve got a well-beloved regular cast member bleeding to death in the basement, all subplots become irrelevant and tedious. All you want is for someone – anyone – to take heed of the assorted clues and missed opportunities and get down to that basement and do a bit of rescuing.
After being stabbed by mad Hannah last week, Polly found herself locked in a store-room with only Dylan’s dog for company. It wasn’t even a useful dog as it didn’t understand the word “fetch,” as in “Fetch that first aid kit from off that table, would you please?” It did have a go at barking when Big Mac was in the vicinity, which was helpful, but Big Mac was listening to the racing with earphones, which wasn’t.
Upstairs Dylan ignored repeated attempts from Hannah to tell him something was up (or down, as it turned out), and the other staff dealt with a man who’d taken a very nasty crack to the head from a rookie police officer; a young man who’d developed phantom pains rather than admit to his girlfriend that he was a virgin; and the ongoing debate as to whether Miriam or Nick would get the top job.
Eventually Dylan discovered that Hannah had Polly’s phone, put two and two together and sent Jay to the basement to have a look for her. After kicking a door in, Jay found his former girlfriend bleeding and not in a terribly healthy state at all. Ignoring the first aid kit on the table, and basic common sense which should have had him running off for some help when no-one answered his phone, he put pressure on her wound and attempted to keep her conscious by making her talk psychobabble, a topic she’s recently become interested in. This gave Polly the opportunity to remind Jay that Dr Ruth Winters was the love of his life.
Eventually he went off for some help and it was only then that Our Pol got the five star assistance of Dixie, Jeff, a trolley and a swift trip to resus. Nick Jordan tried his best, he really did, and he didn’t give up until Jay (the nearest thing to next of kin, what with having been her boyfriend for three weeks) told him enough was enough. He told Miriam later that he’d known his efforts weren’t going to succeed, but he had to do it to show Polly’s friends that everything had been done.
This is why they love Nick, and that’s why we love him, but Hanssen doesn’t love him, and informed Miriam that she’d got the job. “They won’t want me for a boss,” she told him accurately. “They’ll want Jordan.” Hanssen smiled a Hanssen smile and replied, “Oh well, thankfully they don’t get to choose, do they?”
Next time: Nick’s last shift as clinical lead isn’t an easy one.
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