A group of four people, men in their twenties or thirties. A police man speaks to them. There is a parade. They ate standing on the path of the parade, not behind the barrier. The police man does not like them.
They say hello. He walks up and smiles with a glint of malice. He pulls out his revolver and shoots at the bitumen on the ground between him and them. They dive for cover. One is hit and looks dead.
He says: serves you right!