Word: flic
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Reality intrudes into their make-believe celluloid world when they seek to exchange their hostage for a bag full of francs. A policeman tries to arrest them for double parking and with one flic, the flick, for them, is over. The boys lose their cool, shoot the cop, and spray the surrounding crowd with a submachine gun; three innocent bystanders die. The thieves flee, and like kids miming a game of cops and robbers they shoot it out on the rocks in an abandoned quarry. But playtime is over; the bullets are for real...
...issue will also contain a screen play, ("not just a crappy dialogue, but a script from a real flic -- you need something totally visible in a literary magazine") and some "marginalia" -- notes on one of the poems, probably one of Kuttner's own, by an "English major's English major...
...wrong side of the road, or hopelessly demanding a drink at midnight, the London police seem paragons of patience. Whether breaking up a race riot or gingerly plucking anti-nuclear squatters from the pavement, the brawny, pink-cheeked bobby almost never resorts to the panicky brutality of the French flic or the officious zeal of the German Polizist. Britain's police, armed only with a night stick, still believe in pounding a beat. Its streets and parks after dark are among the world's safest; and while an English householder is away on vacation, likely...
...going well at the Casanova Hotel ("They charge by the hour; nobody could afford to live there") near Paris' Les Halles. The girls are busy and happy, and Irma the Sweet is the busiest and happiest. Then disaster strikes. A new flic comes on the beat-Lemmon playing a flatfoot so square that he even pays for the apples he filches. He is scandalized by the hustlers' bustling and phones headquarters for a raid. Soon the arrondissement is ringing with the soldo, soldo, soldo klaxon of the police wagon, and the minuscule lobby of the Casanova looks like...
...were at fault, but no one could convince suspicious Frenchmen that the deaths were not caused by third-degree tactics. Paris has also gotten a little tired of the overzealous use of submachine guns issued during the past Algerian terrorist outbreaks. When a panther escaped from a circus, a flic mistook a shadow for the beast and in error plugged a passerby. Another ludicrously chopped up a cow, broken loose from a slaughterhouse, with his tommy...