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[rock music]

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[woman] Men have created
sacred places around the world

since the beginning of time.

Sanctuaries, altars,
temples, forests, and ruins.

They isolate men
from the profane
and protect them from evil.

This opposition between
the sacred and the profane

is exactly the essence
of religious facts.

The notion of sacredness
evolved alongside
the historical context.

Is the internet
the new sanctuary
for universal language?

To conclude, we have to
accept that sacredness

is a subjective notion
and without this,

it would simply be
a lexical contradiction.

We'll carry on
in the next class.

[bell ringing]

Sorry for today guys,
I know it is a bit late.

Remember you may find me
in my office

on Tuesdays and Thursdays
from three to four.

Thank you.

Hey, Jules.

- Rejected.
- What?

The article, Rask,
it's been rejected.

- No.
- Yes.

But why?

Well, there aren't
very many reasons.

But both evaluators agree.

I'm sorry, Julie.

Yeah, and this was
the final one. I'm fucked.

I have a teacher's
meeting now.

We can review the comments
in the paper after dinner.

Sounds good.

Okay, I'll
wait for you at home.

- Good luck.
- Thank you. Bye.

Bye, I'll see you later.

Sir, any thoughts?

If you want my opinion,
I think they're right.

Oh, great.

They think this article
is based only on a hypothesis.

It's more than just
a hypothesis, Richard.

Maybe,
you know I'm on your side.

However, without clear
evidence to prove it,

this is
very difficult to publish.

There isn't a single article yet

on art being stolen
in the Pyrenees.

There must be a reason for it.

If you want to publish
an article on this subject,

you'll need more
rigorous arguments.

Richard... This is
the list of stolen pieces

of art by the Nazis
who entered neutral Spain

by crossing the border.

These are the ones that
were later found in America.

Not even half of them.

What happened to the rest?

Did they just disappear
into thin air?

Julie, don't take this
as something personal.

I know you've
given it your best,

and I understand that this is
a major setback for your thesis.

Give it another try if you want,
and if you don't find anything

you can always
start a new paper.

Thank you very much for your
time, I'll think about it.

[gasps]

Shit.

[rumbling]

What the fuck?

- This is a warning.
- I know.

[groans]
I need a buzz.

I'll probably sleep
better tonight.

Anyway, let's get on
with it, shall we?

Okay.

What do we have so far?

Well, not much apparently,
you tell me.

You say that the Nazis
followed very precise routes
through the Pyrenees.

- That they were predictable
and systematic.
- Mm-hmm.

From these migrations you
obtained a horizontal axis,

an imaginary line
they never moved away from.

Correct.

That means that
somewhere along this line--

Yeah, there's something.

- But I need hard evidence.
- I know.

- So...
- The problem is
where's that spot?

We need a vertical coordinate.

Look if we take into account,

Nazi plans to dominate Europe,
we might find something, okay?

- Okay.
- First of all.

Let's draw lines
between cities like Berlin...

...Rome...

...Budapest, Paris.

London.

Warsaw.

Athens and Budapest.

[grunts softly]

- Fuck. Rask this is--
- I know it's fucking scary.

And you can't imagine
what's probably

at the center of this swastika.

No, but you're
about to tell me.

Kehlsteinhaus,
AKA The Eagle's Nest.

Martin Bormann's
gift to Adolf Hitler

for his 50th birthday, fuck.

Anyway we still don't
have the spot, so...

I know, but now
with the swastika

I am sure this responds
to the Nazi laws

of hermetical cartography.

- Give me the code.
- And I'll give you the spot.

Okay.

"Hermetical Cartography. Nazi."

Thule territories
during the fourth Reich,

Theodor von Junzt.

We have it.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm looking for this book.

Storage room.

Okay, could you
be more precise?

I don't think that I've ever
seen this book in the library,
it has a weird name.

I'd remember it.

Ask for Joe, I'm sure he's
down there with his paranoia,

at the far end downstairs.

Okay, Joe,
far end downstairs, thank you.

Bye.

[Julie] Hi.

Hey.

Levinson, right?

Julie Levinson?

Yeah, how'd you know?

Because of the
index cards for orders.

There are not too many
these days. My name is--

Yeah, Joe, I was told about
you in the upstairs world.

Anyway, Joe, could you please
help me find this book?

Yeah, sure.

Thule Territories
during the Fourth Reich,

Theodor von Junzt.

He was a specialist
in Nordic mythology

and in historical
military strategy.

Are you one of
those Nazi freaks?

Oh, no, no, God, no.

I'm just a PHD student in
archeology in Barcelona.

I'm actually following
the lead of stolen pieces

of art by the Nazis.

Yeah, anyway, what were you
saying about Theodor von Junzt?

Oh, yeah, he turned this
university into an international

reference in German topics.

Until he was fired.

He was accused of sympathizing
with their ideology,

although it was never proved.

I'm very sorry but I don't
think we have this book here.

Well, could you just
please double-check?

It's very important, please.

Yeah, sure, no problem.

- Come with me.
- Sure.

This is the storage
and restoration section,

it's sort of like a
hospital for books.

Looks like a cemetery.

[stuttering]
Don't touch it...

I'm sorry, but,
they are very delicate you know.

Look, if it exists,
it must be here.

German, damaged, out of print,
forgotten and dead.

Serve yourself.

Why aren't these
with the rest upstairs?

Because they are
forbidden books,

they tell stories
that shouldn't be told.

Such as?

[Joe] You know,
Marilyn's death,

JFK, the treasures
that Nazis hid.

Here it is.

May I?

Yeah, sure, but be careful.

The last pages
have been torn out.

Torn out?

Well, someone doesn't want
those last pages to be read.

This Valhalla must
be pretty important.

Valhalla, you said Valhalla,
the Viking paradise?

Yeah, do you know about it?

Yeah, well it's much more
than that to the Nazis.

They call Valhalla
the place where they hid

their secrets
after World War II.

Apparently,
they still wait there

for the coming of
the Fourth Reich.

A legend says that an
inhuman being protects Valhalla.

They call it Das Kommandant.

Das Kommandant?

- The commander.
- Yeah.

But his real name is Frank,
short for Frankenstein.

Okay, well,
thank you very much, Joe,
this will be very helpful,

- I'm gonna take this home.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- No problem.

Thank you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

[phone buzzing]

- Jules?
- [Julie] Hey.

What a surprise.
A pleasant one at that.

- What's up?
- Are you in the newsroom?

Uh, no, I'm at the gym,

but I have to stop by
there later to meet up
with my editor,

we have to go over some photos.

Why, what's up?
What can I do for you?

Oh, sweet, I need a favor.

I need you to
find someone for me, mate.

Wait, wait, wait,
a beautiful girl like yourself

and you want me to help you
find someone to meet with,

- I'm flattered.
- Okay, very funny.

Could you please
write this down,
Theodor von Junzt, or von Junzt.

Okay, hang on,
let me get a pen.

All right, Junzt, was that Z-D?

No Z-T, Z-T, J-U-N-Z-T.

He was a professor at the uni.

Okay, I got it.

You're an angel, thank you.

You owe me one,
and I'm not cheap.

Okay, bye.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[man] Sieg heil.

[phone ringing]

What do you want from me,
you fuck?

Julie are you all right?

Hey, Micky.

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

Well, just relax, we got it.

- We've got what?
- Theodor von Junzt, remember?

- [Julie] Oh, okay.
- I think you're gonna
like what I found,

he and the law go way back.

I can be at your house
in about an hour.

Yeah, I'll be waiting for you.

- Okay.
- Yeah, sure, bye.

[doorbell ringing]

- [Rask] Hi, Micky.
- [Micky] Hey, Rask.

- What's up, Jules?
- Hey.

What do you have for me?

I got this information
from a buddy of mine

at the newspaper,
he's got a police contact.

So it's true,
this guy was a Nazi?

Evidently, he's know as
Der Professor.

But there's a complete
list of those suspected of

operating in the country,
each one worse than the next.

Who are these bastards?

Well, apparently the same ones
who torn out
the end of the book.

Is this von Junzt's address?
Current address even?

- Are you fucking crazy?
- What?

In case you forgot they just
tried to run you over.

Oh, Micky,
they weren't serious, okay,

they just wanted
to scare me off.

Mm-hmm,
did you see the driver?

- No, it was too dark.
- Come on, Micky.

Whoa, hold on,
hold your horses.

Okay, Micky,
I've been onto this for over

three years, okay,
the address, please.

Tit for tat.
How about a little sexy dance?

No fucking way,
you're such a perv.

Okay... no problem.

[romantic music]

- You're gonna do a sexy dance?
- Hmm.

* I feel I'm falling
falling at your feet *

* My blood is slowing down
I'm getting breezy *

* I'm on fire

* Of my desire

* You are teasing with me

* But you know I feel

* Trying just to blow my mind

* I'm dancing for you

* I'm dancing for you

Do I look sexy, Micky?

Girl, the wine's gone
straight up to your head.

Nice one, Rask...

Now can you please...?

[buzzing]

[woman] Yeah?

Hello, good evening,
is Professor von Junzt in?

- Who's asking?
- Julie Levinson, a student,

I'm very interested
in the professor's work.

- Come in.
- Okay, thank you.

Hello?

Professor von Junzt?

[coughing]

You come in peace, yeah?

Yes, of course.

Please have the courtesy
to follow me to the office.

Thank you.

Professor von Junzt
will be here immediately.

Thank you.

[door opening]

[von Junzt] The magic potion.

Professor.

Miss Levinson.

I hope my humble collection

of insignificant objects
is to your liking?

It's admirable.

The care with which everything
is set and conserved.

That is no work at all for such
a nostalgic man as myself.

[sniffs]

Do you like chocolates,
Miss Levinson?

No, not very much, no.

But that is because you haven't
tried the good one.

Do you know it is
an aphrodisiac,
like oysters or rain water?

Chocolate can be a powerful
and addictive friend to men.

Without a doubt.

The best chocolate
man ever tried

was the one given out to the
German troops during the war.

That chocolate
was pure black gold.

It was a common
saying that a large

military force could conquer

the world with good
Nazi chocolate.

The one that went inside
of that packaging.

A unique piece.

I would offer you some,

but I am afraid the recipe
disappeared after the war.

However, I could offer you tea.

No, I'm quite
all right, thank you.

Are you sure? Frau Frieda.

Your tea, Herr Professor.

Thank you.

I beg you forgive Frau Frieda,

she's such a distrustful woman.

Tell me.

To what do I owe the
pleasure of your visit?

Well as an
archeology student,

I, like you, share a
passion for the old world.

Very well.

And you've been an inspiration
to many archaeologists,

however, a sudden interruption
of your academic trajectory

left some of your passionate
work without conclusions.

What is it you need exactly?

Professor I,
I would need information

of the lost paradise
of the Fourth Reich.

So?

You are interested
in my Valhallas?

Yes, that is the word
you use in your book

when referring to
Thule Territories.

Bastions of Nazi
knowledge and power,

dispersed throughout the world.

However as I said,
there are some points

that you've never
bothered to clear.

You are right.

But that Miss Levinson,

is because there are
some points that are safer

when kept in the dark.

Safer from what exactly?

I beg you not to
insist, Miss Levinson.

If my books were
not clear enough,

then I believe I cannot
say anything else.

Professor,
just, answer me this.

The Valhallas,
what part of it is real

and what part of it is a myth?

What part of is it real
and what part is a myth?

In the existence
of Atlantis, mm?

Atlantis never existed.

However, the water
in which it drowned does exist.

- What do you mean?
- The water, Julie,
water purifies.

The ocean water.
The iced water of the Antarctic.

Did you know there are
people who say that Hitler

might be hidden there
in a secret base under the ice?

And that that place would in
fact be the real Atlantis?

Or would that be, in your
expert opinion, a Valhalla?

With all due respect, sir,
you're avoiding my question.

Do you think so?
I'd say I'm answering boldly.

Can you imagine what it is,

that when the
Fourth Reich comes back

and into power, it will be
forever indestructible?

Vanity?

The Fourth Reich does not
intend to conquer the world.

The Fourth Reich
in an inner conquest.

Well, could you at least
tell me about the Commander?

Surely a woman of
science like yourself

should not give
credibility to fairy tales?

Don't you want to
try the chocolate?

No, I'm fine,
thank you, really.

Then if I may.

I'm mad for chocolate.

As you can observe.

Frau Frieda will walk you out.
Frau Frieda!

[door opens]

Thank you very much
for your time, sir.

My pleasure.

- Joe, Joe, I've got them.
- You've got what?

- The pages of the book.
- Where did you get them?

- That doesn't matter.
- Is that what you expected?

Actually,
it's much more than that,

it's a place in the middle of
the Pyrenees, it's a map.

Well that's great news, since
the Pyrenees are so small, huh?

You should start by
probably turning it around,

you are reading it upside down.

Oh, shit, okay.

This is pure cryptography.

I could probably
help you decipher it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

That'd be great, thanks.

Guys, come on, hurry up.

- Hey.
- Sup, Jules?

Who's your friend?

Hey, I could ask
you the same question.

Okay, this is Joe,
Joe, Micky and Rask.

If Richard
finds out about this!

He won't, not at the
moment anyway, let's go.

Yeah, but if he does,
you can forget about your grant,
and mine.

Shit, they look nothing
like each other.

Well, that's the intention,
it's encrypted.

But the system isn't
too sophisticated.

It's all about transporting
the key coordinates
and that's it.

What the hell
is he talking about?

[shushes]

Hold there. Down.

Down. Down.

Down, stop.

- Red pin, red pin.
- Here.

That's it.

Valhalla.

Forty-seven, 28, three, 55.
R-4, Fourth Reich.

You're right.

Shit. Okay?

Who's in, who's out?

- I'm so in.
- Me too.

Do I have a choice?

Someone has to
take pictures right?

Okay, let's get
on with it then.

[man on radio]
Good morning...

- [Micky] Is that it?
- Yeah.

It fucking better be.

Shotgun.

- Rask, can you drive?
- Okay.

Joe, can you help her out
with the map?

Thanks.

[rock song plays]

* Suddenly one day
she looked at me *

[car engine humming
drowns out music]

* Seeking sunshine
in the rain *

* You know you can ask her

* Where the snow gets
thrown by chance *

So your grandmother
had to leave for the UK?

My great-grandmother.

My great-grandfather
was a secret agent.

And a couple of
years into the war,

the allies had to move him
to a safe place in London.

They lost all their
property during the war.

They were Republican-Spanish.
This is all I have left.

[Rask] No wonder you're so
stubborn with this Nazi thing.

Yeah.

It's a great story.

[Julie] Hmm, thanks.

Want a drag?

You know I quit smoking.

Yeah, but that doesn't
mean you can't have

a little fun from
time to time, right?

No, I'm fine, really.

- Sure?
- Yeah.

- Give it to me.
- Here you go.

Rask, Rask, watch out.

[tires screeching]

[Rask] Shit!

What the... where did
you learn how to drive?

- Rask, what the fuck?
- Don't be a dick, okay?

- Fucking asshole.
- Fuck.

[chattering]

[static]

[Rask]
Shit, there we go, no radio.

[Julie]
Probably no reception.

We should set up camp
before it gets dark.

- Yeah.
- [Micky] Julie, door.

This looks as
good a place as any.

- This is yours.
- Yeah.

- I'll take that one.
- This is yours as well.

- Watch your head.
- Yeah.

[Micky]
Where'd you get your license?

[laughing]

[Julie]
Oh, don't be so hard on her.

[Joe]
There is a river over there.

In theory we are
somewhere around here.

Okay and according to this,
north is in that direction.

We've come from there, so,

the treasure cave
should be over there.

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

[Rask] What exactly
are we looking for?

Um, not sure.

A house, maybe a
warehouse, a deposit,

a cave, something that
can't be seen easily,

so it won't be near the trail.

[Joe] Hey!

Have you found anything?

Nothing.

- [Rask] Guys!
- [Julie] What?

Over here, look.

[Micky] Hey, yo, wait up.

Look at this.

What the fuck is that?

There's only one
way to find out.

Help me?

- Shit.
- Do you have the flashlights?

Yeah.

- Here.
- Thanks.

Okay.

I don't know guys, it looks
pretty fucking dark down there.

Fuck it.

Well...

[Rask] Shit, my flashlight
is not working.

Don't worry, I've got mine.

[Rask] Thanks.

[Julie] Guys,
this is pretty far down.

This is freaking awesome.

Hey, look at this!
It must mean something.

Yeah, it means some drunk
kids were here drawing that.

No, because it doesn't say
Tony and Mell fucked here,

November 7th, 1987.

And because this
is another black sun,

associated with the coming
of the Fourth Reich.

[camera snaps]

Hey, guys, come here,
there is a door.

[Micky]
Yeah, I'd like to see who's
got the guts to go in there.

[Julie] Maybe me.

- [Micky] Boo.
- [Rask] Don't scare me.

[Julie] Oh, my God
you guys, look at this.

[Rask] Joe, the light.

Julie, aren't we supposed to
find some stolen art?

It doesn't look like
there's any left.

Julie. Hey, Julie!

- [Julie] What?!
- Shit, watch it!

- [clattering]
- [screaming]

Hey, hey, hey calm down.

- Are you okay?
- What the fuck is that?

I don't know but whatever it is,
it's not alive.

There is a fuse box here.

[Micky] Well, turn it on.

You turn it on.

[Micky]
Don't be such a pussy, Joe.

[lights clicking]

How long do you think
he's been here?

From the uniform, he looks like
one of those bastards from 1945.

Do you see his stripes?

You mean he's been
here since the fucking war?

Yeah, unless he found it
at a costume shop.

Joe, come see this.

Oh, my God...

It's that fucking chocolate.

Guys, over here.

Shit.

So the recipe disappeared
during the war, you fucker.

Come on, let's take it with us.

- Are you okay, Julie?
- Yes.

The best chocolate
man's ever made, huh?

Well, that's what
the Nazi claimed.

- Von Junzt?
- Hmm.

Chocolate bars were given
out to the German troops.

The Nazis wanted to cheer up
the troops by giving them
chocolate bars?

Yeah.

That just proves
how mad they were.

Fuck them, right?

Dessert is on the Fuhrer.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Let me take a
picture of you guys.

I'm not eating this crap.

[Rask] It tastes like shit.

You guys a bunch
of fucking pussies?

It's not that bad,
I kinda like it.

Mm, so-so.

Can you imagine those poor
people under a shower of bombs?

Must have felt it
was like celestial nectar.

I don't know guys, I mean,

I feel like we're not done
down there yet, you know?

What are you talking about?

Fucking chocolate bars?

That's what
the Valhallas are hiding?

Fucking chocolate bars
waiting for the coming
of the Fourth Reich?

Doesn't make any sense.

Why don't we just
fucking relax, okay?

I mean, we found the
fascist's hiding spot,

and we've stolen
chocolate from the man

with the most boring
fucking job in the world.

I just can't take von Junzt
words out of my fucking head.

The Fourth Reich.

An inner conquest.

Something we're not
grasping guys, seriously.

Why don't you just relax?

All right,
we'll have plenty of time to
back down there later.

- Hmm?
- I'm not waiting here.

I'm not tired yet.

Joe, wait, I'm coming with you.

Okay.

Hey, Rask, you be careful
with my camera okay?

[GPS beeping]

[Rask] Joe.

- What?
- Look at this.

[Joe] There is nothing here.

It must be my eyes, I would--

[shushing]

- Do you hear that?
- What?

Do you see anything?

What do you expect me
to see with this fog?

Son of a bitch, stop it,
you're scaring the shit
out of me.

Look, I'm sorry,
maybe it was nothing.

Come on.

I'm a bit restless.

I don't know I think I just,
I should go with them.

I can't just wait here.

I'm gonna go.

Wait, wait, whoa, whoa.

What?

[moaning]

[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

Did you see that?

I didn't see fucking shit.
Come on.

[shushing]
Be quiet!

Oh, God...

I feel nauseous.

[music plays in distance]

What the...?

What the fuck, Julie?

[music continues]

Is this a fucking joke, huh?

Joe, Rask!

[Micky] Jules, Julie,
Julie come on, come back.

They are taking the piss.

Fuck you guys.

Come on, Julie, come back.

Hey, Julie, come on, come back.

Fuck! Fuck!

- Hey, hey, hey!
- What's wrong now?

- I need a smoke.
- What?

- I need a smoke, go without me.
- Whatever.

If you see
anything weird, just whistle.

[Rask] Joe!

Where are you?

[Rask] Joe?

[breathing heavily]

[camera flashing]

[Rask]
My light is not working!

[camera flashing]

[growling]

Joe?

[growling]

- [growling]
- [screaming]

Rask?

[Julie] Joe!

Rask!

[Julie] Rask?

Shit.

Come on.

- Boo!
- Fuck, Joe!

Hey, Julie. Scary, huh?

It's not fucking funny, mate.

Let's go.

What are you doing here?

[Julie] The car.

The radio,
tell me it was you please.

What car? Where is Rask?

- Where's Rask?
- Yeah.

I thought she
was here with you.

No, she said she'd have a
smoke and then come in.

- Well, she wasn't out there.
- What?

She wasn't out there, Joe.
No Rask.

Where is the soldier?

[Julie] Oh, my God...

Oh, my God...

- Rask? Rask!
- Rask!

Rask!

[panting]

Rask!

[grunts]

- Joe!
- Where the hell is she?

- I don't know.
- Where did you find those?

On the floor, on the floor.

- [yelps] What the fuck?
- What?

Did you guys see him,
did you see him Julie,
did you see him?

- What, what?
- They're after me,
they are fucking all over.

- Micky!
- What the hell are
you talking about?

Fuck you, Joseph, fuck you!

- Run, run!
- [Julie] Micky!

[Joe] Where are you going?

[screaming]

[Rask whimpering]

Please, let me go!

[whispering]
Where are we? Where are we?

- Where the fuck are we?!
- I don't know, okay!

For fuck's sake.

[Julie]
What is it?

- Micky, what is it?
- What's that?

- It's not real.
- What?

- None of this shit
is fucking real.
- What?

Don't ask me why,
but it's not fucking real.

What the fuck is wrong?

I feel like
I'm fucking tripping, man.

[Julie] What the fuck, man?

We haven't taken anything, dude!

The chocolate,
the chocolate bars.

The fucking chocolate bars?

Yeah, they must be laced with
some serious fucking shit, man,

do you remember back there
at the tent, huh?

You heard all those
fucking noises?

Then how come--

You thought that there was
music coming out of the car.

And how come it's
affecting you more, huh?

Because I took more after
you fucking left, all right?

[screaming]

[Julie] Micky, stop it. Micky!

- [groaning]
- [screaming]

[screaming]

[groaning]

[coughing]

[puking]

Sweetie, are you okay?

- Sweetie, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Fuck.
- What?

- Just don't look
over there, okay.
- What?

All right,
just don't look, just don't...

Oh, my God...

[weeping]

No...

[chain rattling]

[growling]

[screaming]

[car engine revving]

[Micky]
Come on, Julie, let's go!

Fuck, I'm trying.

[Joe] Move the car!

[laughs]

Look out!

- Go!
- Come on,
move the car, Julie, let's go!

- Fuck, fuck!
- Get the fuck outta here!

- Go, Julie!
- Come on, let's go.

Go!

[tires screeching]

[Micky] Oh, fuck.

Whoa! Where is he?

[Micky]
Right there on the ground.

[Joe] Where is he?!

[car engine stalling]

- [screaming]
- It won't work!

[screaming]

[Micky] Son of a bitch!

[Joe] Get out, now!
Leave us alone!

No, no, no, no!

Go!

Julie, run!

[gun fires]

Julie, run, run!

No!

[gun fires]

[panting]

Micky!

[man] Hello, you have reached
the police department's
voice mail,

all of our lines are
busy at this moment,

please leave a message
after the tone.

[beeping]

My name's Julie Levinson.
I'm lost, I need help.

Please track down my phone.

[dial tone beeping]

Micky!

Fuck...

[dial tone beeping]

[phone ringing]

Shit...

- Oh, God.
- Pick it up!

Yeah. Hello.

[distorted speaking]

Hello?
Ah, shit.

[dial tone beeping]

The signal's dead.

[dial tone beeping]

Fuck.

[panting]

Get up.
Get up, Julie, come on!

Julie, get up, get the fuck up!

Come on, get up!

[growling]

[gun fires]

[gun fires]

Son of a bitch.

Ah, fuck...

- [Julie] Are you okay?
- Yeah...

[growling]

[screaming]

[von Junzt]
Good afternoon, Miss Levinson.

I'm very happy to see you again.

[coughing]

[breathing heavily]

[whimpering]

[screaming]

[coughing]

[coughing]

[rattling]

[gas hissing]

Motherfuckers.

You can't even do it yourselves?

Huh?

[coughing]

What is real and what is myth

about the existence
of Atlantis, Julie?

[panting]

Atlantis never existed.

However, the water in which
it drowned did exist.

You are sick!

Water, Julie.

Water purifies, remember that?

You need to be purified!

This is a Valhalla.

Here we get our revenge
on nosy people like yourself.

Weren't you longing
to see this place?

You're welcome.

Oh, my God, is that?

That's right, Julie,
it's van Gogh.

A small showcase of what
we have in our warehouse.

We have brought it here
so you could see it.

"Sunflowers", second version.

It was supposed to be
destroyed during the war.

But as you can see.

It's under our control.

And you'll never find it, Julie.

Oh, my God.

- Joe?
- Surprise.

But he...

Shot me? Yeah.

But it's so easy to miss
with these old German guns, huh?

What the fuck does this mean?

It means we have you
where we need you to be.

No, no, Joe, don't...

Tell me this isn't true please,

tell me this is not
fucking happening.

I don't think you understand
what's going on here, Julie.

You got Frank off
my fucking back, Joe.

Yeah, Frank doesn't
always know what his limits are,
he's an idiot.

And we needed you
to get to the temple.

In perfect condition.

You know, you nearly
fooled us at first,

and we tried to stop you.

For your well being,
can you believe that?

But you wouldn't stop.

No, not even after
we tried to run you over,

no, you were
so fucking stubborn.

Deliciously stubborn.
Lucky for us.

With your blood and your soul
we will become stronger.

How do you think
I'm this youthful at 90?

The rest is easy, you know,
the map, the coordinates.

A small rabbit
following its carrot.

[snickering]

[laughs]

Some day
they will finish you off.

Illusions.

Illusions, Julie.

As I told you, the Fourth Reich
is an inner conquest.

Did you really think you could
destroy our great family?

Family?

You don't even know what
that word fucking means.

Really?

[screaming]

[groaning]

You bitch!

[screams]

Fuck!

Stay away from me!

You freak!

[radio chatter indistinct]

[man] Check the tents.

It's a pity you don't
like chocolate, Julie,

because this is
not just any chocolate.

In 1887, the Romanian chemist,
Lazar Edeleanu,

synthesized amphetamines
for the first time in history.

In 1919, the Japanese chemist,
Akira Ogata,

added a methyl molecule
to the compound,

achieving the discovery
of crystal methamphetamine.

I mixed it with chocolate.

Making that way the
strongest of stimulants

ever conceived for a war.

How come I am not
in the history books yet?

[speaking foreign language]

Sieg Heil!

[all] Sieg Heil!

[speaking foreign language]

Sieg Heil!

[all] Sieg Heil!

[speaking foreign language]

Sieg Heil!

[all] Sieg Heil!

[man]
Hello, is anybody in there?

- Let's go in.
- [man 2] Okay.

[alarm blaring]

Frank, it looks like we will
have to leave it here, for now,

we have company, let's go.

[Joe] You've called the police,
you bitch?

Let's go, let's go, fast!
Fast!

Come on!

Keep dreaming, Julie.

The police will never
find this place.

- [Julie] Fuck you!
- [Joe] Let's go!

[screaming]

It's a nice grave
for curious girls.

[struggling]

Joe!

Open the fucking door!

Fuck!

[grunting]

Please!

Down here, please!

[groaning]

[screaming echoes softly]

[weeping]
[screaming]

Please!

- [glass shattering]
- [screaming]

Go!

Do you have the chocolate?

Yes, it's in the trunk.

Don't worry about the police,
they won't find the bodies.

I'm very disappointed, Joe.

I know, uncle.

That, that phone call
shouldn't have taken place.

- I swear it won't happen again.
- Of course not.

The Reich cannot
accept incompetence.

[growling]

[Julie] Dear professor,
if you receive this on Monday,

it means that something
must have happened to me.

It contains all
the evidence I have found

during my recent investigation.

You made me chose between
my career and my fantasy.

I need to get to the end
of this, I owe it to myself.

There is someone out there
using tougher methods than you

to stop me from doing this.

I hope you understand.

Yours, Julie.

[banging]

- [officer 1] Police!
- [officer 2] Go, go, go!

[officer 1] Police! Police!

Weapon down!
Put the weapon down!

Put the weapon down, no!

[gun fires]

Motherfucker.

[woman singing in German]

[heavy breathing]

[singing continues]