Hyperboreans, The (2024)

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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.

Yes. Tell me,

how are you doing?

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.

An, what does it say to you?

The Hollow Earth Giant

will either let you in, or k*ll 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 th protagonist was a police officer

in a sci-fl 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

Cristbal Len and Joaquin Cocia

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?

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 n*zi 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

k*lled his great friend Hctor Barreto,

who was a socialist.

That's why Miguel began studying Marxism.

But the Workers Insurance's m*ssacre,

where many Nazis were k*lled,

leads him to become interested

in national socialism.

Deaths. Violent m*ssacre.

The n*zi revolutionary attempt

failed yesterday.

At the age of 23 he published

the pro n*zi 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 w*r,

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? Joaqun. 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, Joaquin?

Hello? Hello?

Joaqun?

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 Guzmn

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, Cristbal.

It all seems terribly arbitrary to me

I don't care what mess it is...

Agent Antonia Giesen. Colon.

Prime Minister Jaime Guzmn addresses you

to evaluate the mission.

Question mark.

Are you clear about your objective?

I don't know.

I was just asking Cristbal and Joaqun.

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 b*mb.

A new day

always begins with the exquisite taste

and smell

of The Hyperboreans Coffee.

You know us.

An organic and pure coffee,

withan 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.

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 row 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 f*cked.

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 k*ll 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 imbuche k*ll you,

because then you cannot revive

like with cameras.

If the imbunche kills you,

you are f*cked 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 sh*t.

Agent Antonia Giesen.

Prime Minister Jaime Guzmn 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?

f*cking 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?

Araceli?

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.

Incoming call.

Prime Minister Jaime Guzmn.

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 f*cking 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 l 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 Cristbal and Joaqun.

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 m*rder*r

who k*lled 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'II go.

Who are you?

They are Cristbal and Joaqun,

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 Cristbal 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 sl*ves 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 Guzmn.

Jaime Guzmn 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?

It 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 Guzmn had stolen.

What a disgusting guy.

Hitler's piece?

On this 35 millimeter film

the Fhrer'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 Guzmn

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 Fhrer's consciousness

is now complete!

My Fhrer.... My Fhrer...

Don't worry, my Fhr...

What are you going to do to me,

you evil b*stards?

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 Fhrer 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 nw Fhrer,

with the mind of a baby.

An empty vessel to pour into it

the precious conscience of Adolph the Fhrer!

Wonderful! That's it!

The Fhrer'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 w*r.

Of course, Fhrerin, 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 b*stards.

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 w*r.

What is that?

You? Still alive?

sh*t!

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.