(Series 13, Ep.11) This episode covered, literally, miles. It started and ended at St Pancras Station, where Jac was collecting some organs for transplantation and heading back to Holby with them on the back of her motorbike. Or she was showing an ambulance how to get to Holby by leading them on her motorbike. Either way, it was all a bit odd, but they were special organs, what with being a very rare back-to-front heart and lungs combo and all.
Faye Byrne was Christmassing with the scary female members of the Byrne family, Joseph’s mother Jane Asher and sister Cruella, plus Cruella’s children. This was in a lovely Regency townhouse somewhere in the vicinity of Primrose Hill, London. But when Faye decided she’d had enough Byrne-type meddling in her affairs, she popped in a taxi and moments later was back in Holby again. This is Holby which used to actually be Bristol. The taxi driver must have been thrilled with that fare.
Faye’s plan was to take baby Harry and a load of money from her and Joseph’s joint account, and escape to France, but she’s not very good with the Eurostar booking system, printers or online banking. This enabled Jac to apprehend her, once again at St Pancras, and off they went back to Holby again, to “tell Joseph.”
Anyway, all’s well that ends well on that front, as Faye agreed to let Joseph look after Harry (you’d only have to see him holding a baby and you’d ovulate just to oblige him) and she went off to Paris to work in a hospital there. Remind me to never get ill in Paris.
Meanwhile, Connie Beauchamp was getting increasingly stressed and upset by her father’s illness and the way people have turned against her because she’s perceived as turning traitor against her colleagues. Something had to give, and she told Hanssen she was leaving. Immediately.
I have to admit there was a tear in my eye as she said goodbye to Elliott Hope, because they were both in tears and I imagine not all of it was acting. I was glad that the writers gave Connie an upbeat ending once all the tears were done with. Back at St Pancras, over glasses of champagne she passed the baton of being Holby’s top surgeon and super-bitch over to Jac Naylor, along with some wardrobe advice. Jac needs to ditch the autumnal colours and pay more attention to accessories, and then perhaps, one day, she’ll be a worthy successor to the legend that will always be Connie Beauchamp.
And on that note, slinging an expensive-looking wrap over her shoulders, she headed to a train to a lucrative appointment in Brussels. A classy departure for the toughest cookie (as Hanssen put it) ever to grace the Holby corridors.
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