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We humans are capable of greatness.

We were wild, nomadic,

hunting males,

gathering females,

but something more powerful runs through our veins.

It is the history of the gods.

Their blood is our blood.

This is how we discovered how to steal from fire

and use the power of the heavens.

The real mystery,

what has been hidden from us for centuries,

is the truth about evolution.

The energetic charge of the ancestral blood

is the real spark of life.

Hello, welcome to the set of The Hyperboreans.

My name is Antonia Giesen.

Most of you know me for my work as an actress,

and very few know that I'm a clinical psychologist.

A few years ago I was the protagonist

of a feature film shot on celluloid.

But unfortunately,

the negatives from that film

were stolen from the production company

before we could digitize them.

Anyway,

the police never solved the case.

Yet today, this opportunity is a way to relive that film

through its remaining memories.

The story of this film began ten years ago,

when I was working

in a mental health center in Temuco,

before leaving everything behind to go to Germany

in search of my paternal ancestry.

At that time I had a very special patient,

whose name I cannot reveal,

but that you'll get the chance to meet.

Yes, go ahead, let him in.

That was the only good thing about that shitty year.

And what are our thoughts? Or rather,

How do you feel this realization helped you with your parents' illness?

Could you tell me a little more about that game?

What was it about?

It was a secret world,

a labyrinth,

and you could die because

there were other hidden avatars that could attack you.

It was the 90s.

- And you, were you afraid of being attacked? - No.

No, no, it was amazing.

When I was on the game, I wasn't afraid.

A classmate gave me the key,

you could enter through Excel.

Select the entire row 95,

box 95 B.

Help/About Control Alt Shift

select support.

In fact, my first composition “The blood of my blood”

was inspired by that experience.

The Blood, my blood.

At this moment you realize that you like him.

Anto,

Can I call you Anto?

I'd rather not, you know.

It's not appropriate.

He began to hear a voice

telling him things entirely detached from his daily life.

But be careful, auditory hallucinations are much more common than we think

and are not directly related to psychotic structures.

But although these events were increasingly repeating,

he was functional, and doing pretty well in his life.

But due to the nature of this clinical case,

I felt that, we had to accompany psychotherapy with medication,

so I referred my patient to a psychiatrist.

Every time I take them I get groggy.

I still hear it anyway, but it doesn't scare me anymore.

I understand.

There it is again.

And, what does it say to you?

The Hollow Earth Giant will either let you in, or kill you.

The psychiatric treatment didn't work well,

so I suggested him to start writing everything down,

and see if this exercise could do any good.

The military board is asking me to teach them Marxism.

Guys, guys, guys.

Can I move?

He was writing a script with dialogues and everything.

And the protagonist was a police officer in a sci-fi and fantasy film

here in Chile.

It must be urgently recovered or deleted in the recycle bin.

And I decided to help him.

We are definitely interested in directing it.

It's really beautiful.

And you say this was written by a patient of yours?

I turned to my filmmaker friends Cristóbal León and Joaquín Cociña

because I trusted them

and because I sensed that they might like the script.

Would you be interested in acting in this film?

Be the protagonist?

- I don't know. I hadn't thought about that. - Besides, I would have to talk about it with my patient.

Do you feel prepared, Anto?

She's obviously prepared.

Here is the contract, Anto. It's a mere formality.

Because of the audiovisual law.

Ok, how fun. Should I sign here?

When we read the script we had the impression

that it was strongly influenced by Miguel Serrano.

But after showing it to several expert friends,

we have the feeling that the script

was actually written by him.

Written by who? Who is Miguel Serrano?

The writer.

Ultra delirious.

If your patient is really listening to this story

through the voices in his head,

that means that Serrano is dictating to him from the past.

That is, imagining a Chile of the future.

No, it's not many voices, it's just one voice,

- because, who is dictating it? I don't understand. - We should film this movie as Serrano would've done it.

It can't be digital at all. That's the rule.

I love that.

- All celluloid. Everything in black and white. - Very pretty.

But wait, wait. Who is dictating to him?

Is Miguel Serrano alive?

No no no.

No no.

He died.

Not so long ago.

Curiously, I was at his funeral with a...

With a niece of his, who was a friend of mine.

It was crowded.

The ceremony ended with a Nazi salute.

You have just crossed into the zone where the laws of logic become twisted.

Where farewell merges with the birth of something

beyond imagination.

My uncle believed that Hitler was a divine incarnation.

The last avatar. You have to read his work.

Oh northern sun, oh southern sun,

a new star will be among you,

like a new petal crowning the sky.

Could you come closer, young lady?

Yes, how can I help you?

Before they bury me and taking advantage of your presence here,

I would like to tell you a little something that I've prepared about my life.

He had finally reached Antarctica.

And he was playing a magical song

that she had always wanted to hear.

But there was no time for love.

When Miguel was five years old, his mother died.

They never knew the cause.

No!

Three years later, his father died of grief,

making Miguel an orphan by the age of eight.

He had nothing left but to be a lonely child

One day, he saw something beautiful.

He thought his parents were speaking to him from the heavens.

Then he had an idea.

But his flower could not be compared to those in the garden,

painted by the good Lord.

At that moment he was no longer a child and couldn't talk anymore with plants,

roots, spirits,

nor with hands that appear and disappear in the gardens.

He studied in renowned schools and got the best grades.

But he was rebellious and didn't want to attend university.

It made no sense to him to be inside a classroom.

Life was outside.

Miguel was no longer the lonely, shy boy he was during childhood.

Now he was interested in art

and joined the famous artistic movement

called The Generation of '38.

But other painful and unexpected deaths would continue to haunt his life.

One night, a group of National Socialists killed his great friend Héctor Barreto,

who was a socialist.

That's why Miguel began studying Marxism.

But the Workers Insurance's Massacre, where many Nazis were killed,

leads him to become interested in national socialism.

Deaths. Violent massacre.

The Nazi revolutionary attempt failed yesterday.

At the age of 23 he published the pro Nazi magazine New Age.

They say that around this time he began

to write a movie script in secret.

Aware of not being able to fight hand to hand in the Second War,

he feels he can help Germany through spiritual warfare.

Serrano states that Hitler is an avatar of the Scandinavian god Wotan

and the Indian god Vishnu.

Serrano is certain that Hitler didn't commit suicide in Berlin,

but took refuge in Antarctica,

in a green paradise under the southern ice caps.

A few years later he was sent as a journalist to Europe,

where he personally met Herman Hesse and Carl Jung.

They became close friends

and creates something he called The Hermetic Circle.

He finally felt supported in his spiritual quest.

Later, he became ambassador to India and made important friends.

There he wrote and published his most famous book,

"The visits of the Queen of Sheba"

which was praised by Jung.

Everyone admired his intelligence and sensitivity.

He was adventurous, a good speaker

and an inveterate student.

Hello?

No, no, no. It's me, Anto.

Good, good.

Hey, the thing is, I wanted to talk to you a bit about the movie.

I think that Serrano's biography is too long.

And, I don't know, I find it doesn't make much sense.

No, no, no, that's not the point, I totally trust you, but,

I don't know, perhaps give me some directions

or some general idea, cause I'm a little lost.

Hey, can I call you later?

Hello? Joaquín. Hi, what's up?

No, don't worry about that, everything is fine.

But I was just telling Cris that maybe we could...

Hello?

I can't hear you very well. Hello, Joaquín?

Hello? Hello?

Joaquín?

Damn it...

We are entering an area of ​​turbulence.

Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts.

It's 1979, time to go back to Chile!

The military board is asking me to teach them Marxism.

I finally have faith in Chile.

But that bureaucrat dwarf Jaime Guzmán gives me a very bad feeling.

*Lawyer and legal and political adviser to dictator Augusto Pinochet.

Creator and editor of the 1980 Chilean constitution. Founder of the UDI political party.

What you have to keep in mind

is that many satanists don't know they're being manipulated.

They don't realize it,

but they've been hypnotized if they're not already infiltrated by the CIA,

the Mossad,

or other similar secret organizations.

But wait.

Let's go back a second.

The white, the Aryan, had his mythical place in Antarctica

when there was another climate.

The Hyperboreans lived on that paradise continent,

"white as wool, with golden hair and skin like rose petals."

Can you imagine that?

During that year he wrote a lot.

But he didn't let anyone read the script he has writing at dawn.

"The true film about The Chile", as he called it.

I had no choice but to take refuge in the spiritual world,

because there are those who want to silence me.

I only go into the material plane to write,

to go to the events I can't miss,

and to die,

with my eyes shut, just like when I was born.

Guys,

Guys, can I move?

Not yet.

We keep rolling.

When I wake up I don't remember my dreams,

nor how I went to bed.

It's like if when I fall asleep my brain would reset

or my consciousness was another person while my body sleeps.

You finally remembered your parents.

Is the little one going to give us a big hug?

Dad?

My girl.

I told you to eat well.

Look how skinny you are.

The girl is pale.

No.

Her job is not good for her.

Your mom spent the night cooking.

She doesn't even have time to visit us anymore.

She even made dessert for you.

I even made dessert for her.

Our favorite daughter.

She's going to be late for work.

Go, quick.

What work?

Yes, your job.

You're always late.

Over there.

Go, go.

I prepared a tasty snack for you.

Antonia. Find your uniform.

Honestly, take your time.

Faster!

That's it! That's it!

Hello. I hope you're fine.

Truth is, I'm nervous. I don't understand what's going on.

I don't recognize these scenes.

Are we already in my patient's film?

I don't know if I'm the best person to do this.

I don't really know if I want to or if I can keep on doing this.

Darling, please be clear.

Do you or do you not want to keep on doing this?

We're mad because you got us into this.

I warn you that it will be a hassle to undo that contract

and we are all going to lose.

In any case, it's typical of you.

At the slightest adversity you give up.

I'm not surprised.

With love, Cristóbal.

It all seems terribly arbitrary to me. I don't care what mess it is...

Agent Antonia Giesen. Colon.

Prime Minister Jaime Guzmán addresses you

to evaluate the mission.

Question mark.

Are you clear about your objective?

I don't know. I was just asking Cristóbal and Joaquín.

Your objective is to recover a document,

a film of utmost importance for Intelligence

that has been usurped by an extremist agent.

We believe the film has been encrypted and hidden.

Antonia, from now on you are a police officer.

Yes, Mr. Minister.

- Let me finish. - I apologize, Mr. Minister.

The film must be deleted in the recycle bin.

If this film becomes public

it would jeopardize our protected democracy.

Metalhead is the name.

a.k.a. ​​Metalhead, Meta...

Don't be afraid to be cartoonish. Bigger.

a.k.a. Metalhead,

- Long-haired Metalhead? - That's right.

- Are you having problems with your speaker? - No, Mr. Minister.

I apologize, Mr. Minister.

You must find Metalhead,

recover the film.

Remember. The end.

Matucana 100 Police Station speaking.

Hello?

Hello?

Dad, hello.

Did you sleep well? The fever went down?

Here we are. Good.

Good.

Dad, please let's speak in Spanish, I've been on duty since yesterday.

I'm too old to speak that language.

OK, OK. Good.

How's mother?

We need medicine, but quickly.

Quickly, please.

Sure. We're on our way.

Imagine that your blood has a tiny voice

that speaks to thousands of little ears inside your organs.

It whispers to your arms and gives you goosebumps.

It sings to your brain to calm it down.

It whistles into your eyes to dilate your pupils,

so you can move swiftly in the dark.

That voice

is what we call will.

And will is strong in you.

From here we can hear your heart beating,

beating like a time bomb.

A new day

always begins with the exquisite taste and smell

of The Hyperboreans Coffee.

You know us.

An organic and pure coffee, with an exclusive single origin.

Grown in the underground jungle, under the southern skies.

The Hyperboreans Coffee.

You realize you like it.

Expert hands have selected the truly perfect

beans from those impure

to produce a unique and natural coffee.

Light toast, just the way you like it.

The Hyperboreans Coffee, for a new beginning.

The Hyperboreans Coffee,

for a new beginning.

Communication and voice reactivated.

Communication and voice reactivated.

Agent A period. G period.

A new message has arrived.

Urgent.

Printing in progress.

Antonia,

face this way.

A little bit.

You have another six, six messages.

Antonia Giesen has six pending notes.

Computer, open Power Hole.

That's perfect, computer. Open a new file.

Opening file.

Now go to 95.

Installing software version 95...

No, no, no, I said go to row 95.

Go to help/about.

Hold Control Alt Shift.

Select support option.

I feel like I can't breathe and I'm going to die,

although it's impossible for me to die because the system doesn't work that way.

It's not cold what I'm feeling, because I'm not made to feel.

It's not my feet that get burnt by the snow.

A police officer feels nothing,

so the cold and pain are not real.

You're fucked.

Why didn't you pull out your cell phone when you saw me?

I don't have my cell phone here.

But then, how are you going to defend yourself?

I don't know. I don't understand. I'm new here.

Ha ha, cute. I'll explain it to you.

You have to aim with your cell phone camera

or with a vintage camera and boom!

They all fall dead.

I'm good at this. I can teach you.

Araceli, turn that off.

Damn, I have to go.

I liked you. I'm not going to kill you.

You are very cute.

Wait, but where do I get a camera?

With Hitler coins.

- Hitler coins? - I'll give you five Hitler coins.

Thank you so much.

You're very beautiful. How did you get that avatar?

How much did you pay for that body?

But you are also very beautiful.

You have nothing to envy me.

Hey, don't let the imbunche kill you,

because then you cannot revive like with cameras.

If the imbunche kills you, you are fucked forever.

Oh, thanks for letting me know.

Do you want to hear a poem?

You write poems?

"My paper flower withered and no hand came to greet it.

I have stopped being a girl. I can't talk anymore with plants,

roots, spirits,

nor with the hands that appear in the gardens".

Araceli, come down now.

Bye Bye. I hope to see you again.

Row 95.

Select the entire row.

With the entire row selected go to box 95B.

Hello? Matucana 100 Police Station.

Sorry, mom. Sorry, dad.

I'm late.

Please don't die.

It's good that you're here.

We're so sick.

Let me concentrate.

Oh shit.

Agent Antonia Giesen.

Prime Minister Jaime Guzmán addresses you to evaluate the mission.

How are you? Question mark.

Police. Agent.

It's positive to hear you. Speak.

We have not received the Memos and Fomes

of the investigation regarding the Metalhead.

All with capital letters.

The Metalhead must be arrested

slash annihilated.

Prime Minister, I've been following a lead.

I saw the Metalhead but I need more time.

Authorized.

But time is running out.

Exclamation mark.

Damn, not again!

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

Who did this to you?

Fucking imbunche, he hates poetry.

Horrible!

Now I can't revive anymore.

It's over.

Poor dear.

Hey, I wrote a poem for you.

One day, from the inside of a flower

a hand peeked out and made signs of love.

That flower did not wither.

That flower was made by God.

It's my friend, the most beautiful flower.

Are you OK?

Everybody hates me. I'm no good.

No, that's not true. I really enjoyed meeting you, Araceli.

I'll give you my e-mail address. OK? So we can keep on talking.

Write it down...

My...

My e-mail is...

My e-mail is...

Araceli.

A little flower,

for a little flower.

Minister, are you in the Power Hole?

Just come on, princess, we do no harm here.

Minister, are you in the Power Hole?

Lost, my queen?

Can I help you get out?

Come on, little one.

Alt Control Escape.

Alt Control Escape.

Incoming call. Prime Minister Jaime Guzmán.

Reject call.

Write e-mail.

I'm so tired.

What day is it today?

I don't know who I am.

Please help!

Hello.

Maybe it wasn't clear.

You are Antonia Giesen.

I don't know what other information we can provide.

That's what you need to know.

Please focus on finding the lost film.

It's the only way forward.

Open Power Hole

I like his tangled curly hair.

From here I can't see if his eyes are open or shut.

- Ugly fucking music! - Careful!

I hate music!

Thank you so much. You saved my life.

I finally found you.

Fortunately. Can I call you Antonia here?

Yes, obviously, you can call me whatever you want.

It's dangerous, Anto. Sometimes I can't take care of you.

Don't leave again, okay?

I promise you.

Was that the prime minister?

Yes and no.

What?

I don't understand.

But this is the real world, isn't it?

I'm confused.

Reality is an illusion.

Nature imitates art, said Oscar Wilde.

And he was right, in the sense that nature-

Enough, enough! I'm tired!

Stop talking to me like that, God damn it.

Yes, I'm sorry.

It's as if my mind was an antenna receiving signals.

You stole the film.

I only have a small piece of the film.

But I know where the rest is.

We have to enter the Hollow Earth.

Let's go find it.

I need to get that film back, and move on with my life.

Take you to the movies or go out for sushi. Whatever.

We will make it together.

I promise.

I don't understand how I trusted those idiots Cristóbal and Joaquín.

They were supposed to help me with that film.

They're idiots. They don't know anything about films.

I'm going to help you.

I can't believe I trusted them with this project.

Look,

it's one of the giants that sleep inside the Hollow Earth.

What do you want?

I want to enter the Hollow Earth

To enter the Hollow Earth

you must answer a riddle.

If you answer correctly, I will let you, and your friend, come inside.

If you answer incorrectly.

I will eat you...

Are you sure you want to try?

Yes, I'm sure.

Very good, very good. Tell me...

Where is your shadow?

My shadow is inside of me.

It's that part of me that I can't see.

You have answered correctly.

You can both come inside.

This is Antonia's story.

A psychologist who believes she can control the mind's realm

but the blood has thoughts she cannot hear.

Blood is the mind of the gods.

The Hyperboreans

Anto...

How did you know the answer to the riddle?

Jung. Don't you know him?

You should read it, everything he says is so revealing.

Anto, promise me you won't be angry if I tell you something.

Sure, tell me.

But, promise me.

What's happening?

The voice told me that...

Hitler is here, in the Hollow Earth, in these caves.

- Yeah, right... - No, the thing is that Hitler didn't die.

He hid here so he could continue his spiritual struggle.

What spiritual struggle are you talking about?

Hitler was a murderer who killed millions of people,

- I thought you could distinguish... - Sorry, sorry, sorry

I'm a little tired.

I need to get back home.

You see? It works perfectly.

You've done an excellent job.

You brought Antonia here.

You've been a fool.

No, I don't think he has been a fool.

He didn't know he was receiving our ideas in his mind.

Sorry if we gave you a hard time.

Can I get you a coffee or something? You must be exhausted.

There are cookies in the pantry.

Tasty cookies.

The ones your mom bakes?

Yes, those.

I'll go.

Who are you?

They are Cristóbal and Joaquín, the directors.

I don't understand, what's wrong with you?

Don't worry, we'll explain it to you, Antonia.

We're very happy you're here.

It makes us very happy.

Guys, enough! I'm tired.

- I want to go home. - May I remind you that you signed a contract?

You can't quit.

But, don't worry, we're almost done.

Coffee? German cookies?

We don't have sugar, sorry.

What is this place?

This area is where the heads are.

The kitchen is over there. There are two bathrooms.

I think Cristóbal explains it much better than me.

I'm using these pencils for the first time, I bought them to make these sketches.

This is the laboratory of The Hyperboreans.

I'll explain to you.

Originally, the Earth was ruled by the Hyperboreans,

giant demigods who came from another planet.

A strange disease attacked the Hyperboreans.

Due to this disease, they lost their bodies, and only their heads remained.

The last Hyperboreans to lose their bodies

created this laboratory to keep the heads alive,

and they generated a virtual reality for those of their race.

This virtual reality is called The Chile

and is inside the heads of the Hyperboreans.

The Hyperboreans now lived within Chile

with new bodies that they called avatars.

These avatars were the purebred Germans and Chileans.

They also created robot slaves to serve them.

These servants were obviously not purebred

and were disgusting.

I'll recap.

The thing is that there was a rebellion

of the robot servants led by Jaime Guzmán.

Jaime Guzmán wanted to end the legitimate supremacy of the Hyperboreans.

He wrote the 1980 Constitution

and transformed The Chile into a horrible place.

You have lost your mind...

Antonia.

This way.

Come, sit for a while.

Sit down for a while, Anto.

It's been too much. You have to rest.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Do you want some water?

No.

You took Serrano's ideas seriously. You are pathetic.

Miguel Serrano is our creation.

Look, these are the prototypes.

We use Miguel Serrano to spread our ideas

and fight the spiritual struggle.

When he died, we used our antenna to broadcast ideas

into the Metalhead's mind.

I hate you!

I hate you!

I hate you

Wow, that looks ugly. I'll get the first aid kit.

One should always have a first aid kit in the workplace.

The bialcohol has expired.

It still works. How's alcohol gonna go bad?

I makes no sense.

Hey, I know it's not the best time,

But did you remember what we asked of you?

Here it is! Wonderful!

Super cool! Thank you so much.

The piece of Hitler that the weirdo of Jaime Guzmán had stolen.

What a disgusting guy.

Hitler's piece?

On this 35 millimeter film the Führer's conscience is set.

The great scientists of the Third Reich managed to penetrate

the conscience of His Holiness and put it on celluloid.

But Jaime Guzmán had stolen this piece,

which we recovered thanks to our friend the Metalhead.

You have to give him credit.

Thanks to our telepathic message transmitting antenna

the Führer's consciousness is now complete!

My Führer.... My Führer

Don't worry, my Führer...

What are you going to do to me, you evil bastards?

Patience. It'll be very cool.

We brought you here because we needed a genetically perfect human being.

You are 100% Hyperborean,

pure Chilean on your mother's side, mixed with

pure German on your father's side.

With this machine we will make a copy of you.

We will create the Führer 2.0.

Look at you.

You are perfect.

Let me go! Let me go!

Relax, you have to rest.

I'll bring you a big glass of water.

- There are cookies left. - Right!

Now we have the new Führer,

with the mind of a baby.

An empty vessel to pour into it

the precious conscience of Adolph the Führer!

Wonderful! That's it!

The Führer's conscience, Wotan's spirit,

entering through the immaculate eyes of the new Antonia.

Sometimes on bitter nights I go to Wotan's oak.

Surrounded by silent glow...

This is sick... Antonia, don't look.

To forge an alliance with the night powers.

The runic letters that the moon creates with its magic spell.

It feels good to have a body again.

There is no time to lose.

I must go to The Chile and win the material and spiritual war.

Of course, Führerin, everything is ready.

Go through the portal to The Chile.

Only you can save us from spiritual decadence and from non-human races.

The strongest has the right to make his will prevail.

That's exactly what I think!

She's much better than the original Hitler.

You sick bastards.

Let me go, please.

But, Anto,

there can only be one Antonia Giesen.

She will take your place in The Chile.

I'll bring something to clean this up.

The blood. My blood.

It's the spiritual war.

What is that?

You? Still alive?

Shit!

Go on, Anto. Save The Chile.

Thanks for everything.

Come with me please.

I can't, Anto. You go...

Open up.

Well, we're on time,

and since a lot of people arrived on time, I'm going to start.

Today I want to talk to you about a film that was very important to me,

because we did it with friends, other artists,

collectively, with a lot of effort and love too.

But it didn't have a very happy ending, since they broke into the production company

where we kept all of the material.

They stole everything, absolutely everything.

And well, at that time we couldn't do much,

we couldn't do anything, really, so today

in this opportunity, this is an attempt, and I hope a good one,

to make some sort of invocation,

to relive the film through its remaining memories.

And for this I will need to make something of an alliance with you.

My name is Antonia Geisen, actress and psychologist by profession,

and that has to do with the journey that brings me here today.

Years ago I worked in a mental health center in Temuco.

Not anymore, because I no longer live in Chile.

In fact, only a few days ago I was in Germany because of my father,

actually, in search of my paternal ancestry.

As people say, blood is thicker than water.

Sometimes,

on bitter nights when hope is lost,

I go back to my childhood's garden in Temuco,

where I saw the most beautiful things growing,

in silence.

Because to make alliances you must be immersed in deep silence.

Like today,

that we are going to form our own alliance

between you and me.

And we will need silence.

Listen...

Listen to this beautiful silence

that opens up between us

making us one.