The Holy Mountain (La montaña sagrada)

Watch the birdie!

Come on, have something to drink with us. Come on, drink with us.

Drink it, drink it...

Do you want gold?

Yes.

You are excrement. You can change yourself into gold.

You broke the looking glass. Now break the stone.

Each stone has a soul,

formed by the work of millions of years.

The tarot will teach you how to create a soul.

To know.

To dare.

To want.

To be silent.

The same force the vulture uses to seize the ox

is needed by the ox to receive the vulture.

The fish thinks about his hunger, not about the fisherman.

It is the master who seeks the disciple.

You want to know the secret,

but man can achieve nothing by himself.

To accomplish the alchemical work, you will have these companions.

They are thieves like you, but on another level.

They are the most powerful people on the planet.

Industrialists and politicians.

My name is Fon, my planet is Venus.

My business is devoted to the comfort and beauty of the human body -

beds, mattresses, fabrics,

clothing, cosmetics.

My father is the creator of this empire.

He is deaf, dumb and blind.

Before making a decision, he consults with my mother's mummy.

He puts his hand into her sex.

If it's moist, it's yes. If it's dry, it's no.

These are my wives.

I make love to them only during working hours.

They begin as workers, then I promote them to secretaries.

We know that people want to be loved,

not for who they are but for what they appear to be.

So we have created a line of masks,

that have the texture, warmth, and smell,

of living human beings.

A customer can have any face she wants.

Every face is unique and lasts a lifetime.

She can wear her artificial face to the grave.

Our make-up department for corpses eliminates the appearance of death.

Not only do we beautify cadavers,

we also equip them with electronic devices.

They can kiss their family goodbye...

...participate in their own last rites...

...or give a live show.

My name is Isla, my planet is Mars.

Every morning I wake up my male secretaries.

I manufacture and sell weapons.

We produce bombers, hydrogen bombs,

ray guns, deadly bacteria,

anti-matter waves, carcinogenic gases, etcetera.

We are experimenting with a drug to create delusions of grandeur.

Another drug turns harmless people into wild beasts.

The young generation needs arms for its marches and sit-ins.

We have psychedelic shotguns...

...grenade necklaces...

...rock and roll weapons...

...mystical weapons for Buddhists...

...Jews...

...and Christians.

My name is Klen, my planet is Jupiter.

My house.

My wife.

My chauffeur.

- My lover. - Hi!

A thousand a week.

My art factory.

We produce a new line of art every season.

We created a love machine.

To make it live the spectator has to work with it, guide it,

receive it, give himself in the act of love.

With this electronic rod he will rub its mechanical vagina.

The spectator's skill will determine the machine's ability to reach a climax.

My chauffeur is a bad lover.

He didn't know how to satisfy it.

But this woman, I know her techniques very well,

will produce the electronic orgasm.

Frigid!

My name is Sel, my planet is Saturn.

My customers are children.

We manufacture war toys.

Workers needed in the miniature plastic bomb shop.

We have an electronic computer

programmed with the politics of the government.

The government is our client.

We feed the computer data on coming wars and revolutions.

It tells us what kind of toys to produce

to condition children from birth.

If the government calculates it will be necessary to wage war against Peru,

our machine studies the Peruvians and tells us what to do.

We manufacture hyper-sexed brown native vampires,

who can only be destroyed by a cross the color of white skin.

We create a laxative that induces vomiting.

We name it after the capital of Peru and tint it with the color of the natives.

We started a comic book campaign.

For 1 5 years in advance,

we condition children to hate the future enemy.

In 1 5 years these children will go off to war,

to kill Peruvians with pleasure.

My name is Berg, my planet is Uranus.

Our window is the wrong size,

I don't like it.

Berg, why do we have that enormous hole in the wall?

Close it up!

Our little baby is hungry.

- Have you finished the report? - No.

The president wants the report. Hurry up! Hurry!

I am financial adviser to the president.

To save the country's economy,

we must eliminate four million citizens in the next five years.

Begin the operations of the gas chambers.

Gas schools, gas universities, gas libraries, gas museums,

gas dance halls, and gas whore houses, etcetera.

I hate you! I hate you!

My name is Axon, my planet is Neptune.

I am the chief of police.

This is the most beautiful day of your life.

Of your own free will you came to surrender part of your body to me.

You decided to undergo the initiation

that 999 other heroes have passed.

Your sacrifice completes my sanctuary of one thousand testicles.

This is the holy book. Learn to believe in me.

Axon is the truth and the power and the light...

My name is Lut, my planet is Pluto.

My business is architecture.

Where is he?

He's there, he's there!

No, no he's not!

He's up there. There he is! He's up there!

Go get him! Come on, let's go get him!

Where is he?

There he is!

When we built this multi-family complex we made a big mistake -

we lost money.

We gave them small gardens and windows, we installed water,

lighting, and heating systems.

This was a wrong concept.

A man doesn't need a home, all he needs is a shelter.

If we can sell him on the idea of a shelter, we can make millions.

A worker will come here only to sleep, he won't need electricity or water.

He won't have to cook, we'll condition him to eat at the factory.

These are communal latrine trucks for the entire building.

You have power and money, but you are mortal.

You know you cannot escape death.

But immortality can be obtained.

In old traditions they speak of holy mountains.

The Meru mountain of India.

Mount Kunlun of the Taoists.

The Karakoram of the Himalaya.

The mountain of the philosophers.

The Rosicrucian mountain.

The Cabalistic mountain of San Juan De La Cruz.

There are many other holy mountains.

The legend is always the same.

Nine Immortal men live on top of the mountain.

From the highest peak they direct our world.

They hold the secret to the conquest of death.

They are more than 40,000 years old.

But they were once like ourselves.

If others have succeeded in conquering death,

why must we accept it?

I know where the Immortals live and how to obtain their secret.

In this ancient Rosicrucian manuscript,

I found an etching of the Nine Immortals and the place where they live.

The holy mountain of Lotus Island.

Some men join forces to assault banks and steal money, pieces of paper.

We must unite our forces to assault the holy mountain,

and rob its wise men of their secret of immortality.

But to conquer the wisdom of the Immortals,

we too must become wise men.

The elements of chemistry are many, but finite.