A shot rings out across the square of a village on a small Greek island, where a wedding party has just emerged into the sunshine. One person dies, then another; within seconds five people are dead. Pause (for reloading). Then another five as everyone ducks for cover. One person gets out of the square, drives into the hills where the sniper is shooting, lures him out of hiding, and kills him, smashing his head in with a large stone.
Then, three men, dressed in black and driving an oversized, black SUV, appear in the square. One says they are from Interpol, looking for the person who just has escaped. When challenged about his ID, the man shoots the questioner, and the other two men use their machine guns to mow down everyone else in the square, bar one man – ironically, the village butcher – who manages to stay hidden.
Cue laughter. But why do we laugh?
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