(Series 14, Ep.11) The ends completely justified the means in this episode, which was sometimes a bit wordy and had more plot holes than a jumper knitted by a drunk person in boxing gloves. But who the heck cares about all that when we had a triple fairytale ending – Sacha finally getting the woman of his dreams (it was Chrissie), and Frieda and Michael Spence heading back to Holby, where they rightly belong.
Chrissie seemed determined to scupper the happily-ever-after, though. After a deft bit of jazzy piano playing in the bar from Sacha (who knew?), Chrissie’s eyes went all twinkly and she realised she was in love with the cuddly father of her child. Sacha wasn’t convinced and asked her to name one thing she loved about him. And she couldn’t! Idiot, idiot woman. I could have named at least ten without thinking. So Chrissie headed off to the airport with Daniel, en route to Sydney. She was in luck as well – you can’t usually get a flight to Sydney from Stansted, but they’d apparently laid one on specially for her. We just knew Sacha would end up hurtling to the airport to catch up with her, the chase to the airport being very much a staple of the Heartwarming Romance, but we never guessed he’d do it on the back of Jac’s motorbike. “That was the most terrifying 40 minutes of my life,” Sacha said. Then we had the proper romantic ending, with Sacha listening to a message on his phone from Chrissie, who’d had a little think and could now tell him what she loved about him (she forgot the bit about him being a squashy snuggle bear, but otherwise her list was similar to mine). What a shame she was on the ImagineAir flight to Sydney! Only she wasn’t, of course. She was behind him, still looking all twinkly, and it was snowing and everything. Squeeee!
Meanwhile, Elliott Hope had been summoned to Kiev to give a lecture, only he hadn’t really. He’d been summoned to save the life of Goth Dr Frieda’s former mentor. It took him a while to find this out, during which he came across a young boy who badly needed the services of a top notch plastic surgeon. Who you gonna call? Michael Spence, that’s who. Having been en route to Florida, he arrived in the Ukraine in his usual tight trousers and skinny jacket combo, without a hotel room to his name, and ended up having to borrow Elliott’s PJ’s and half his bed, like a medical Morecambe & Wise.
They needed an assistant who could speak English, which meant Frieda had to face the former mentor’s wife, who blamed her for letting her daughter die several years previously. Of course it hadn’t really been Frieda’s fault, and of course she performed wonders in both operating theatres, helping to sort out the young boy and then hand cranking a retro heart bypass machine and saving the life of her mentor. I must say, Kiev looked lovely and made me rather want to visit, but I’d take out top of the range medical insurance first, as the state hospital was not depicted as being terribly pleasant and was somewhat lacking in facilities. Even the surgical masks and gowns were made of rougher fabric than we normally see on Holby.
Elliott, Michael and Frieda celebrated with a paper cup of vodka, and Elliott wondered whether Frieda might be persuaded to return to Holby. There’d be little point, she said, as Michael Spence was no longer there. But wait! Michael, like Chrissie, had been having a little think about The Future and Priorities and that, and decided he would go back and face the Swede and eat some humble pie. He reckoned there was still room for a “shiny suited cowboy” at Holby and thought there’d also be room for “a Ukrainian emo with an attitude problem,” too. Luckily she agreed, so we start the new year with Sacha happy and Michael and Frieda back where they belong. As Hanssen so beautifully put it, “It warms the cockles of your heart.”
Next time: Is orthopaedics exciting enough for Oliver? Will Eddi’s hangover impair her judgement? And Greg gets hypnotised.
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