(Series 13, Ep.37) Henrik Hanssen is only really comfortable when he’s top banana. That’s why he’s so tall, so he can gaze down on everybody with his unnervingly calm stare. Sir Fraser Anderson is a higher banana status-wise, but can’t compete with the Hanssen height. “Henrik! You get taller every time I see you!” he greeted the Swedish Scalpel. “What do you do – hang yourself up by your toes?”
The other thing that can flap the unflappable Scandinavian is Sahira Shah the registrah, and she hit him with the shock news that, if there was no future for CT at Holby she’d be upping sticks to Newcastle (where, presumably, they’re still old-fashioned enough to be having heart problems). So there was double pressure on Hanssen and he decided to go the traditional Holby route and do some high-risk, flashy surgery to prove to Sir Fraser that a multi-disciplinary Darwin was do-able.
He assembled a crack team of almost every surgeon in the hospital to help piece together a Polish man who’d been comprehensively mashed in an accident. Hanssen decided to go ahead with this despite a trace of amphetamine in the patient’s blood. Unfortunately, it turned out the patient’s mate had been slipping him speed on a regular basis, and his system was so entirely perky that he woke up half way through the operation. That’s not what you want when you’ve got Elliott Hope and Henrik Hanssen poking about in your innermost self, and Plastic Bhatti and Michael Spence hovering impatiently waiting to fix up your externals.
Sir Fraser was not impressed: “You waste my time with this razzle-dazzle!” he said, as if he was talking to John Barrowman rather than the world’s tallest surgeon. At the end Hanssen gathered assorted cast members and extras in the stairwell to deliver a bit of bad news. The main bulk of cardio-thoracics would be moving to the dreaded St James’s, with only elective patients being treated on Darwin. Jac and Sahira looked stunned. Plastic Bhatti and Michael Spence looked insufferably smug.
Away from the cutting and thrusting on Darwin, Chrissie and Malick were getting friendly. Not in the way that Chrissie and Dan are friendly, and certainly not in the way that Dan and Malick previously got friendly. Malick was just giving Chrissie advice about her exams and mentoring her a bit, but it was enough to make Dull Dan get all insecure and jealous. When Dan is feeling insecure he likes to go into the closet – quite literally, as he likes to pretend there’s not a gay bone in his body by messing Chrissie’s hair up in a supply cupboard.
Meanwhile, Sacha was given the task of shooting Bambi. Not literally, but it was just as heartbreaking a task. He had to tell Chantelle that her services as an agency nurse would no longer be required. Poor Sacha hadn’t seen the opening credits, or he’d have seen Lauren Drummond’s face popping up and looking for all the world like a regular cast member. He made several attempts to break the bad news, but she thwarted him by being all smiley, adorable and lovely with the patients. What’s a guy to do? Conjure her up a job out of nowhere, that’s what. No sooner had he broken her heart by telling her that today was her last day, than he was telling her a permanent position had come up. Oh, the joys of the flexible Holby staffing arrangements!
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