Oh, you are not one of them.
But you are a monk?
Brother Chen Barkhang.
You have come for me. I saw bright light surround me.
That was gunfire. I think it was them who got taken away by it.
But you are my guide,
My path-beater to a next incarnation.
I have done my time here, haven't I?
What are you doing here...with Marco Bartoli?
Nothing! I led righteous life...
here for reasons rooted only in necessary evil
as my father was before me
when he bombed Gianni's vessel deep into these waters.
Now I'm here, ah, was here,
to prevent his son from salvaging the Seraph.
The Seraph?
You not know my life's work well?
You sure you not here for them?
Their Jackanory days are well over.
They want the Seraph to unlock a malignant treasure
we contain in our monastery in Tibet.
Since being stolen by imbecile vagabonds centuries ago,
we been without key to it.
Relying solely on cleansing of our prayers to keep it subdued.
Then the occultist, Gianni B., acquired it.
Trouble we knew.
He breathed life back into ancient belief,
one not to be stopped by any amount of head bowing.
And now again it is here:
Marco, infected with madness.
He has violent mind but not yet the power to satiate it.
So we reach for our weapons once more.
The true Dettox of evil.
Where can you be taking me?
Thought this was my big break.
Guess change is good as rest.
Huh, I need one.