Then we get a replay of the scene where Luka's on his way up to the ICU. Leaving? No -- Bishop. Another critical? No. She stable? Yes, but scary. Heading home soon? Don't know. Okay? Yeah.
Another replay of Luka's arrival in the ICU, and his greeting Bishop Cromwell. What time? Here late. Intubated. Ventilator? Oxygen. If it drops.... Thanks but no thanks. Bags? Packed. And here, the 52\% new material: Bishop Cromwell asks Luka, "How long do I have?" "Maybe hours," says Luka. "Then I'd better hear it now," says Bishop Cromwell. "Hear what?" Luka asks. "Your confession," Bishop Cromwell replies, treating it as the self-evident fact that it is. Luka demurs, and Bishop Cromwell asks, "That's what you came up here for, isn't it?" Luka insists, "I wanted to check on you." Bishop Cromwell knows better: "You're searching for your faith. You think you lost it, but you only buried it. It's never left you." Luka looks down and seems to shuffle his feet. Then he reluctantly pulls up a chair.
Bishop Cromwell makes the sign of the cross in the air and says, "May God, who enlightens every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in His mercy." Luka chuckles mirthlessly, and protests, "Father, I -- I can't..." Bishop Cromwell interrupts him: "Luka. Your heart is burdened, Luka. Talk to me. Let me take that burden with me." Luka licks his lips, looks askance, and offers, "I don't know -- I, uh...lost my family." He looks down. Bishop Cromwell studies him. Luka continues, "Daniela, my wife -- she wanted to move out of Vukovar, but I had to finish my internship, and soon it was too late -- it wasn't safe to move."
As Luka narrates, we see the events he describes, starting with a street covered in rubble and a burning car, with an air-raid siren and falling shells on the soundtrack. "I was going to get some supplies, and I made them stay behind. I was just crossing the street when the mortar shell hit the apartment building."
In the present, Luka throws up his hands in exasperation. "Go on," says Bishop Cromwell.
In the past, Luka tears up a flight of stairs covered in fallen bricks. "I ran inside. There were my neighbours -- hurt, bleeding, dying -- but I passed them by; I had to get to my family." Past Luka starts calling his wife's name as he picks his way through the mess. From the other side of the door, a woman's voice calls, "Luka!" His son, Marko, is dead. They anxiously converse in Croatian about the state of their children; he checks on their daughter and tells Daniela something that sounds like, "I feel her pulse." Daniela tries to move, but she's bleeding around the mid-section; he screams at her, presumably telling her to hold still. "A piece of shrapnel had torn into Daniela's spleen, and she was bleeding to death. When I turned back to my daughter, she wasn't breathing. I lost her pulse. But as long as I kept doing CPR and breathing for my daughter, I thought she had a chance." Given the gravity of the scene, I will refrain from saying that the child actor on whom he's performing CPR is just about the luckiest girl in the world, and -- hey! How did that happen? Luka continues: "I could only pray that someone would get there to help."