In a curtain area, Luka is asking a now-gowned Bishop Cromwell whether he landed on his side or on his back. "On my keester," twinkles Bishop Cromwell, adding that "several small children found it amusing." Yeah, and one not so small twenty-six-year-old. Hee! He fell on his bottom. The priest hovers, saying, "We were quite worried." Luka seems to be feeling around the bishop's ass (one of my favourite Agatha Christie novels, by the way), and asks whether the bishop feels any tenderness; apparently, he doesn't. The bishop tells the priest, Joe, that he's making Bishop Cromwell nervous, and suggests that he go get himself a cup of coffee. Joe is all a-flutter, but the bishop adds, "Please" before Joe can protest. He leaves, and Bishop Cromwell cracks, "The last thing I need is an entourage." Luka checks out what appears to be the bishop's pelvis, asking whether he has any pre-existing conditions about which Luka should be informed. Through the window, we can see Joe, standing in the hall and peering in, anxiously, to watch the proceedings, before sighing visibly and moving on. Aw. The bishop says that he has osteoarthritis, which runs in his family. Luka asks whether he's on any medication, and the bishop says that he takes Tylenol, "and the occasional glass of wine." Girl, please. My dad was a Jesuit and nearly took orders before getting sidetracked by my mom. My mom worked at a Catholic college. We counted among our family friends priests from all walks of life. Priests have a lot more than "the occasional glass of wine." Like, a few tumblers of scotch, every night. In my experience. But anyway. He turns all his TwinklePower™ on Luka, who seems impervious, as well as more gruff than usual, and who doesn't look Bishop Cromwell in the eye. The bishop politely asks where Luka's from: "You have an accent." Luka looks up at this, and after a beat, answers, "Croatia." Luka moves down to the bishop's legs, asking whether there's any numbness there; there isn't. Luka says that someone will take the bishop to x-ray, and asks whether he wants anything for pain; the bishop calmly says that he has "a high threshold." Luka nods, and quickly makes to leave. The bishop calls after him, "Croatia is a very Catholic country." Luka stops, impatiently, and tersely agrees, "Yes." "Are you Catholic?" Okay, are you Bishop Cromwell, or Bishop David Frost? Why are you interviewing your physician? Whatever, Luka curtly replies, "No," and takes off. Bishop Cromwell makes a very subtle "huh" sound -- not like, "Huh?" but like, "Huh, imagine that." Or, "Huh. Well, whatever."