The climax of Custodygate didn’t take place in court, but more appropriately perhaps in the Linden Cullen Memorial Shrubbery. Shortly before taking her last breath, the totally toxic Paula Burrows made sure that Jac’s confidence in herself as a mother was fatally undermined. Jac told Jonny she was going to Stockholm (following a phone call from Hanssen – how I would love those two to have their own spin-off series) and therefore she was giving him the baby full-time. At this point he desperately tried to back-track and unsay all the horrible things he’s said to her in an effort to get her to reconsider and to come to some co-parenting arrangement. At the start of the episode Sacha had reassured Jac that she wasn’t a “heartless automaton,” but Jonny has made the mistake of thinking she was, and that he could say anything he liked to her and it wouldn’t get through her bomb-proof shell. It turned out that everything had been getting through all along – and when you have people telling you that you have no heart and you’re cold and selfish and incapable of love, eventually you’ll believe it.
So despite Jonny’s last minute dash to the airport, Jac has gone to Sweden and Jonny has been left with a baby strapped to his front. “Don’t worry Emma, we’ll get Mummy back,” Jonny said, so I hope this isn’t the end of the story. I know, I’ve been banging on for weeks about wanting Custodygate to be over – is there no satisfying me? But what I mean is that it’s just not satisfactory to have Jac giving up her baby like that. She’s been through so much in terms of character development, and having a baby has opened up aspects of her we never knew about before. I’m just hoping the wise and wonderful Henrik Hanssen will convince her not to give up on her daughter, the way he gave up on his son for so many years. I think that’s a conversation they might have over a glass of Akvavit one evening.
Meanwhile, I was once again left to ponder the question – exactly where is Holby these days? Sacha drove Essie to the Gower Peninsula without her realising it (she wasn’t drugged, either – just snoozing). This would be easier if we still believed Holby to be a thinly-disguised Bristol. Frankly Essie would have had to have been off her head on Camoxidan to have slept through the car ride from Borehamwood to west Wales.
It was absolutely stunning, scenery-wise, but the storyline of Essie hiding out from the press (one journalist) who wanted her to go to Poland to apologise for the Holocaust was a bit tedious. The presence of Sacha’s mum (Frances Cuka, who will be reprising her role as the granny in a new series of Friday Night Dinner starting tomorrow night) livened things up a bit, but between Essie nodding off in the car and Sacha nodding off under a comfy blanket under the stars it wasn’t very dynamic. It didn’t add anything to the very intense drama of the episodes about Essie’s grandfather.
So I was left feeling a bit depressed, a bit irritated and a bit jealous (of whoever owns that cottage overlooking the sea). But at least Jac has finally got herself a new coat. It looks a bit like a dressing gown, but it’s an improvement on that camel-coloured thing she’s been wearing for years.
Next time: Smug/Posh/Barf, What’s The Matter With Elliot? and a new infection-control-sniffer-dog-initiative.