(Series 13, Ep.38) Ooh, these buttoned-up, ice cool, intellectual types. Under a beautifully-ironed shirt, a suit and a sensible tie there’s all sorts of passion absolutely seething away, and there’s no moment more sexually charged than the one in which a bit of seethe is allowed to escape.
So we have Henrik Hanssen: Swedish, solid, sensible – like IKEA furniture but more scary. A man who would not be moved, apart from the fact that he is deeply in love with Sahira Shah the Registrah. She’s his physical and emotional opposite, the sun to his moon, the yang to his yin etc etc.
Miss Shah does not want the CT service on Darwin to go down the pan. We’re all with her on that one, and so are Jac, Elliott and Irish Dr Greg. Sahira, however, is the only one that Hanssen listens to. “What has she got that we haven’t?” muses Jac, as the three of them eavesdrop on Hanssen and Shah slugging it out in his office. “Breasts?” hazards Greg, quickly adding, “Not that yours aren’t spectacular.” I loved the way Jac quickly readjusted her top just in case she was showing any unprofessional cleavage. She wasn’t.
Such is the grip that Sahira has on Hanssen’s soul that she almost literally gets away with murder. Gets away with keeping critically ill patients who shouldn’t be there in the first place in the basement, and not noticing when they’ve been stabbed, anyway. Not a whiff of disciplinary proceedings followed this mad episode. Indeed it only made Sahira rave on even more about being passionate (we get it, love, you don’t have to tell us every five minutes), and threaten to take her passion elsewhere (Newcastle, in fact) if her talents weren’t going to be appreciated in Holby.
And it worked. Hanssen followed her into the corridor, and in a voice loaded with emotion told her, “Even though I know it’s not what’s best for this hospital, or for me, I… I simply can’t let you go!”
So it looks like Hanssen will now pull out all the stops to save Darwin from the evil clutches of Sir Fraser. Never mind that Jac and Elliott do ninja-level work week in and week out, and Connie had built up a reputation of excellence for the department – it’s obvious that the driving force in Holby is passion, of the romantic as well as the medical sort.
Which brings us neatly to Dull Dan, who should really stay away from that locker room, because every time he goes in there he’s faced with a topless Malick, who taunts him rather marvellously. Dan is still pretending that he doesn’t fancy Malick, and he’s mainly doing this by trying to avoid working with him. Once again this backfired spectacularly and caused his patient extra pain and suffering, but once again Dan has escaped without any consequences. He’s the poorest doctor to stalk the corridors of Holby since the tiny Mr Geddes.
Was it just me, or is sexual chemistry also brewing between Jac Naylor and Young Dr Oliver Valentine? I know they’ve got previous, but this week she had him jumping through performance-related hoops (he asked for her to be his mentor, so she had him practising suturing inside plastic cups), and he seems to like it. And she seems to like him liking it.
Another cute partnership, but certainly not a sexual one, was Eddi and Sacha. Eddi was bored of hearing Sacha droning on about Chrissie (I can so relate) and told him to man up. So he did! He actually told Chrissie he wouldn’t switch the weekends that he sees Daniel just for her convenience. You can see why cynical, jaded types like Eddi and Jac like Sacha. You can be as sarcastic and snippy as you like with him, and you get sunshine in return. He’s a joy-spreader, that’s what he is, and even when he’s putting his foot down, it seems to only make people love him more. Chrissie looked like she’d gained a new level of respect for him, anyway, but sadly still not enough to prise her from the arms of Dull Dan. Not yet, anyway.
Next time: More Dan & Malick, more Sacha & Eddi and some Michael Spence & Plastic Bhatti.
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