Beyond Sleep

Arne, are you sleeping? Arne?

Arne.

Hey, man. How are you?

This is everything? - Yes.

People think these holes were all formed after the last ice age.

The ice melted and left these holes behind.

But what if they are craters?

Meteor craters?

On the moon and on Mars it's so obvious.

Because the craters remain visible.

But on earth, they very quickly disappear.

So I think they're very underestimated.

You know how many known craters there are in the world?

One hundred and seventy six. I know. - That's not so many.

It's a very small chance. But the impact would be...

These holes are not necessarily shaped by the ice.

Most of them are perfectly round, just like on the moon.

Think about it.

What if I'm right?

Wouldn't it be... - Yeah, it would make you famous.

So do you have photographs?

Aerials?

No. Do you have? - No.

But I don't need them.

I'm not looking for craters.

They were supposed to be ready for me at the university in Oslo.

And I went there. But they were gone.

Well, you never know... I mean...

Some of those places have never been visited by anyone. So...

His compass.

I can't believe she kept it.

Is that a real Krantz?

Yeah. My mother... She...

She's probably afraid I get lost.

It's very sweet.

Yeah, it's... Yeah, very sweet.

This is Alfred.

Per Aage Qvigstad. - Johan Mikkelsen.

So you met some of our flying friends already?

Welcome to Norway.

Did you get some breakfast?

I had some crackers. Shall I get my stuff?

Two, four, six, eight...

Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. Forty.

One step is 60 cm. That's 1.2 km per hour.

Or is it 2.4?

That's per minute.

So per hour that makes 2.4.

2.4 kilometres.

You know, worms...

They enjoy the corpse of a hyena just as much...

as a bird of paradise. Have you thought about that? Mikkelsen has not.

He just pushes it aside, all those things.

There is another Dutch guy working on the same thing.

Right? - What do you mean?

No. Just me.

As far as I know, my father was the first one.

The only one.

So he's a geologist? - He was.

He's... He died when I was very young.

Seven years old.

He had an accident.

He was doing research in Switzerland.

And he fell into this big...

How do you call it? Crevice.

You know him?

Did you talk to Nummedal about that?

About my father?

No. Not really.

I don't think Nummedal approved much...

of your father's work.

So then I maybe thought he would have mentioned it.

No, but...

He used to make jokes.

That someone who'd come from a swamp, Holland...

would try to teach him something.

Really? Oh, my god.

Yeah, silly stuff.

But I mean, he's an old man and you shouldn't care.

Yes, he is. A very strange man.

One little stone is enough.

Here.

How are you? - Good.

Needs to be a bit tighter when you go down-hill.

You don't...? You just...?

So what's your research about?

My research?

The movement of the continental plates. - Really? The plates.

Very interesting.

I read that the current thinking is way different from a few years back.

Isn't that true?

That they're trying to locate the fault lines way inland...

because the plates are moving all the time, right?

They're going back and forth all the time. Isn't that true?

So you work alone, or...?

No, it's two South-Africans and one Swiss in Greenland at the moment.

I'm taking care of the Norwegian part.

Yeah? And Mikkelsen? What is he doing?

Mikkelsen? He's searching for the beginning.

It is no wonder that the founders of the great religions...

usually were fishermen. - Oh, I'm just...

What do you mean?

You know, what takes place below the surface, we do not know that.

But fishermen, they search for its secrets, right?

And water reflects the sky.

So, you know...

I guess it made the waters the most powerful symbol...

of afterlife.

Afterlife?

That's why all the great prophets were fishermen.

And that's why they all died. They drowned.

You know, Mikkelsen believes in a Great Creator.

Nobody can deny it's possible, a Creator.

You know, if this God of yours exists...

don't you realise how terrible that idea is?

He's quite happy to have a generation almost wiped out by a disease...

only to have someone in the next generation find a cure for it.

Ether. You know ether?

It was around for 300 years...

before someone suddenly found out they could use that as an anaesthetic.

Before that, you know what they did?

If someone had their leg blown off in some battle...

they put the remaining stump of that leg into boiling oil.

And do you think this God of yours... What did He do?

Did He smell that smell of burning flesh and enjoyed it?

Because He also had thousands of women burned as witches.

Did He like that smell?

And when He sent down cholera, typhoid fever, black plague...

and after a while, then He had someone invent the microscope...

because He forget to mention the microscope in the Bible.

And now He has sent down a virus punishing people for making love.

And you know what He did?

Just now, He had someone inventing a medicine for that.

A cure for that, that only the rich people can afford.

You know what I think?

I think this whole Creation is some fucking big, sadistic conspiracy.

All this here? You think that's sadistic?

You blame God for what mankind have done to each other?

You know what I blame God for?

Do you know what I blame God for?

Shit.

Damn. Yeah, you like that, don't you?

You enjoy that.

Fuck.

Are you sleeping?

Arne?

Is this sleep?

Can I help you?

Want some help?

It's okay.

It's okay. Go.

Anna Belle Grey.

Heard of her? - Excuse me?

Anna Belle Grey is an astonishing beauty...

with two heads and three tits.

Is this a cartoon? - No, it's for real.

I've seen pictures. - Really?

Beautiful. - A girl with two heads?

And three tits. That's the most important thing.

And from the waist down totally normal. - Really?

You should check her out. She's beautiful.

That's the kind of girl I like. Imagine the possibilities.

You can have whatever you like with those two heads.

So if this is...

If this goes on, it goes on behind the hill.

That means we are here.

Somewhere.

You see...

If you look at the compass...

Where's that? It's all flat.

But you have this. There.

So we're there?

Here.

Two, three, four, five, six, seven...

That's eight. - Eight.

Eight rivers. - Eight more.

Here we go.

And another one.

Miserable little fuckers.

You'll be punished for that. - What?

They will burn you in hell for that.

Well...

I think we're punished enough here on earth.

Sucking the blood of other creatures.

How would you come up with that?

Maybe that's why the world was created.

To feed them.

Maybe that's why you're here.

Your only purpose.

You know...

He's dead now for almost twenty years.

And sometimes... I don't know.

It feels like he's...

You know what I mean?

You get along with your father?

Well, my father is a very wealthy man.

And that creates some pressure.

You don't think...

Nummedal would keep those photos...

I don't think so.