This episode was part 2 of the one started last week and continued with the triple shocking storylines of Jess running her husband over and Ric taking the blame, Zosia making a formal complaint against her father, and Jonny’s out-of-the-blue marriage proposal to Bonny.
Starting with the JonBonJac situation… Mo is going to be Jonny’s best man, which is excellent news because you couldn’t think of anyone better to make a speech and arrange a stag do (plus, Jonny doesn’t have any other friends). On the downside, Discretion is not Mo’s middle name, so it wasn’t long before Jac found out. Was she ruffled or bothered at all? Well, yes she was. But apparently not as R and B as Jonny was – he did his best to make Jac beg him not to marry That Bonnie Creature and marry her instead, but she didn’t, because she’s Jac (and he isn’t Joseph. I’ll never give up on Joseph, you know). So the wedding of the year is still on, Rodolfo’s is booked (or it should be) and Mo is after ideas for her speech. It’s just a shame that Jonny doesn’t seem to know a great deal about his bride-to-be.
It’s a mistake to go into a marriage without fully knowing what you’re getting into. Just ask Jess Kilburn nee Griffin, who found herself with her guts hanging out, her abusive husband on life support and her father possibly facing a manslaughter charge on her behalf. I bet she didn’t see all that coming when she said “I do.” Frankly, it would have been easier for all concerned if the abusive husband had just died, and when he started going “Nnngh!” and only Ric was in the room, Ric hesitated a good long while before calling the crash team. In the end he did what his conscience told him he must do, but he also knew that he had to get Jess away, so he asked Selfie for a few months sabbatical while he gets Jess settled in an undisclosed location with her son. Selfie had a look in the “Fluid Staffing Configurations of Holby Handbook” and said of course, off you pop, it won’t be any problem to fill a consultant surgeon/head of AAU job with no notice at all.
On Keller, it was round two of March v Self, and to cut a long story short, Self won in the sense that a disciplinary panel concluded that he’d acted professionally and she’d acted like a petulant teenager. Really we didn’t need a disciplinary panel to tell us that. Almost every episode involving Saucer at the moment seems to require her to decide a patient needs a psych evaluation, and then discover they actually have a neurological problem. It was the same again this week, but the patient was a vicar who had sexual urges towards the radiant Serena Campbell. I’m not sure whether that really requires a psych evaluation, because she’s lovely, but the nude drawing he did of her on the wall of the Linden Cullen Temple of Anguish was a bit disturbing. It was done in a sketchy sort of style, apart from the eyes – they were unnervingly realistic. It looked like someone had cut peepholes in the wall and real eyes were looking through. It certainly livened up the usually drab LCTA, though.
Next time: With luck I’ll have a proper internet connection again. There’s an “attractive new pharmacist” wandering around AAU; Digby tries to sort Dominic out; and it’s Bonnie’s hen night.