Here goes nothing

Three men stand in a dry, sandy landscape; one man in a striped shirt holds a knife while the man in the center, wearing a light-colored hat and jacket, repeatedly raises his right hand in a gesturing motion, while the man on the right, in a wide-brimmed hat, watches. The scene cuts to a man in a grey suit and hat sitting in a wooden carriage, looking upward with a serious expression, then returns to the three men in the desert.