You see four Belgian men standing in front of you. A man with a gun, a cameraman, a soundman, and a bearded man with a mop of curly hair, the director. The cameraman curiously steps behind you, the soundman shoves the boom mic in your face, while the first man smiles sociopathically. Well, hello there. My name is Ben. Please, ignore the film crew with me. Now, would you like to feel your brains gasping for fresh air? He waves the Bruni 1911 pistol in your general direction and taps the director on the shoulder. Pay attention, Rémy. I think this might get interesting.