My Thoughts Are Silent (Мої думки тихі)

THE KINGDOM OF HUNGARY. YEAR 1526.

In a few hours The Ottoman Empire will destroy the army of Louis II of Hungary.

Running away from the inevitable defeat, the king tragically drowns in a swamp,

and the Kingdom of Hungary will lose its independence for the next 100 years.

Is he mute?

He lost his voice when he was a kid

and so I, Imre, take care of the church's business.

Let's get down to business then.

I have something that will make your future church

the most popular destination in the Kingdom of Hungary.

Listen, merchant, cut out the teasers.

Me and Ishtvan don't like foreplays.

Back in the IX century, Europeans started to hunt for artifacts

relating to the earthy life of Jesus Christ.

These artifacts prove that God exists.

Or at least that he existed…

The most valued artifacts are those, which…

What do you have?

Something

that will bring here not only local pilgrims

but also pilgrims from the Polish Kingdom

and maybe even from the Grand Duchy of Lithuania.

Nails?

No.

Crown of thorns?

No.

Nothing connected with "passions".

-Foreskin? -No.

The baby tooth of the Savior.

Show it.

I can't…

If I open the box,

the tooth will get in contact with oxygen

and turn to dust.

And dust is not sellable.

What did he say?

He says it's a fake!

Tell him he's wrong.

How can we trust you?

This thing works miracles.

You can find it out for yourself

I will let you touch it,

then we'll meet in a week and if a miracle happens in your life,

you buy it from me.

Should I use the index finger or the middle one?

As you wish.

What is he saying again?

He says the middle finger is more convenient.

It's longer, so you don't need to stretch that much.

For how long shall I be touching it?

That's enough.

How is it?

Do you feel anything?

Not yet, actually.

I'll meet you here in a week,

and there will be only one question to answer:

"Has a miracle happened in your life?"

MY THOUGHTS ARE SILENT

VADIM ROTT

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

Mr. Rott…

The dental implant surgery…

Sorry… Just call me Vadim.

Vadim,

the dental implant surgery, in your case,

will cost a little more than usual.

How much?

750 dollars.

Is it a price for all teeth?

Just for one.

And that's without insurance.

Why is it so expensive?

This is due to your complicated jaw structure

and the complex nature of your injury.

Do you feel bad?

It feels as if there is a lump in my throat.

Somewhere near my Adam's apple.

Sometimes it feels like a real apple.

How big of an apple?

Like a Mcintosch?

More like a Granny Smith.

And when you try to swallow it…

…it feels more like a Pink Lady.

Does your voice ever disappear?

Only during sex.

Regularly?

Once a month.

-I'm talking about the voice. -Me too.

Shall I join you?

All symptoms in our body

are the warning signals of our sick consciousness,

that pleads for help.

Do you understand what I'm talking about?

About the ability to heal anything with the power of thought?

Yes, anything.

Except caries.

Look.

This is something I show to those special clients who are "unsure".

Above you have a healthy tooth, below is a sick one.

This is what happens, if it's not treated.

Do you see?

It holds on, it clings, it tries to climb up.

But in the end it falls.

Us, dentists,

call it "inevitability".

Are you ready?

"The Laugh of an Old Man Coughing",

"Take 4".

Go for it.

I can't…

Why not?

There's nothing to laugh about.

Nothing to laugh about?

Let me crack you up somehow. Ok?

The Jew yells: "What shall I do, God?"

The God says: "Trust me and let go of the branch".

The Jew thinks for a moment and screams: "Is there anyone else around?"

Go for it.

Laugh!

I can't.

Could you do the cough part maybe?

The cough part!

Coughing I could do,

but not laughing.

What was that?

-Homeric. -Ok.

And the sardonic?

The next one.

Cool, cool. Where's the old man?

I only recorded…

cough!

Don't worry about it, it's all right! Anyways, man, thanks for the work!

I'll transfer your pay via WebMoney.

Thank you.

Do you mind if we speak in Ukrainian?

-Sure! -I'd like to practice a little bit.

I can't promise that I'm gonna be amazing but it will mean a lot to me.

Okay, Peter Oleksiiovych.

Petro.

Sorry, sorry.

Petro Oleksiiovych, maybe you have some other work for me?

I've quit my film set job

but I have to keep paying my loan.

The loan? Have you moved?

If only… I got myself new teeth.

What happened to the old teeth?

Professional injury.

Well, I have something but I don't know, if it's for you.

It seems that you've overgrown tasks like these.

Where is it coming from?

From Canada! Where else?

From the studio of my friend, Jamie Tkachuk.

Jamie Tkachuk?

Seriously?

I'll read you the brief. Coffee?

Jamie says they need the sounds of animals of the Ukrainian fauna,

wild and domestic.

What for?

What for?

It's for a video game, man. That's what we do. We do video games.

They pay twenty five Canadian dollars for each recording.

How much is this?

I don't know, it's like twenty bucks in real money.

They need different animals:

pigs, horses, dogs, sheep…

Whatever! The more the better!

What about parrots?

If the parrot speaks Ukrainian, then yes.

It's Jamie Tkachuk, man!

He is one of us!

The most important thing for him

is for the animals to speak the language of his historic motherland.

Pigs, horses, sheep - what kind of game is it?

"Noah's Arc".

Noah's Arc?

Yeah, check it out.

They have already sent us some demos.

Very contemporary!

The music is so deep.

Is it trap or cloud?

They call it Christian trap -

bible stories told through contemporary music.

Listen here…

It's just a regular retrowave.

Take it. They've sent a reference soundtrack.

I told Jaimie that your family is from Transcarpathia.

-It's true, right? -Right.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Well, he freaked out!

Because right there in the mountains lives Anas Trepidus.

-Who? -"The Fussy Mallard".

It's a very rare bird, apparently.

Species: The Fussy Mallard.

Latin: Anas Trepidus.

Or it is often called by the place of origin:

The Rakhiv Mallard.

Latin: Anas Rakhivus.

According to its official status, it is on the verge of extinction.

He promises to pay you an extra thousand bucks