It's the opening of Manderlay in Cannes, and I'm sitting next to this guy who's writing for a tiny fictitious French paper called On the Sunny Side, and he's writing a review on the film, and he's obviously bored. Then he tells me about all the cars he owns, and how rich he is, and all these things. So, at a certain point, he says, 'So what do you do?' Then I take out this very strange hammer we have in the Danish building business, and I say, 'I kill.' And then I kill him. It is as stupid as it sounds.