Massimo Marinoni credited as playing...
Marco Bartoli
- Fabio: It's not the workload that is worrying me. Perhaps Gianni had never.. I don't know... It's just his grave has surrendered nothing, like we say, substantial. it's all very interesting. Oh, yes, I'm sure of it. Believe me, but it's not quite the same now is it?
- Marco Bartoli: Someday you will get a speeding ticket for that tongue, Fabio.
- Fabio: Hey, it's just a gut feeling, but maybe you are wrong to look there.
- Marco Bartoli: [punches Fabio in the gut] Is your belief so fragile?
- [the punch makes Fabio double over and he accidentally pushes the control column, causing the plane to dive and knocking Lara while she's raiding the wooden boxes.]
- Marco Bartoli: Relax. Breathe deep.
- [Marco eases Fabio back upright, the plane goes level again.]
- Marco Bartoli: The gut, Fabio, has no more direction than a simple 'through and out'. Honest perhaps, but not enlightened. When my father left when I was a boy, he confided to me that he was enlightened... beckoned by something greater than impulse. He possessed the Seraph.
- [Lara climbs the ladder.]
- Marco Bartoli: But he was just a disciple in this design, his death plotting a path to be sought by the one - his son. You understand? Have faith, Fabio, not gut-rot. We are searching the right place.
- Fabio: I know it. I believe it, Marco.
- Fabio: Good. Eros?
- [Lara aims her pistols.]
- Fabio: Have you... fix the rail yet?
- Eros: [knocks out Lara from behind] Si!
- Marco Bartoli: I have no preference. He should spill a bit of both!
- Thug: O.K., Marco, Glad to have you aboard,
- [the thugs interrogate Chan.]
- Thug: What do you want? Come on. Stick through your stomach?
- [the killer punches Chan]
- Thug: Tell me where in monastery should we look? Eh, brother.
- [Chan continues to get tortured.]