Flash him the deuce Stevie

 Flash him the deuce Stevie


     


     This required a great amount of research and consultation with Professor Bobcat to unravel an oft-repeated phrase used for many purposes. The saying definitely comes from one of Greg's favorite television shows from the 1970's called "The Streets of San Francisco" and doubled down by starring one of his most revered character actors Karl Malden, he of the bulbous beezer. The show may have been attempting to cash in on the Frisco fever wrought by the great action film "Bullit" that was also a Greg fave. San Fran was certainly a hot commodity at that time as many of the Gate crew moved up there and the city was THE place in the hippie era. Greg soon set up his pad at Clark and Powell streets where the slapping of cable car cables would challenge sleep but add local color. Young Sheehy had a love affair with that city by the bay so when the new show started up on ABC he was there every week checking out the scenery and digging the hip talk between Lieutenant Mike Stone and handsome newbie Steve Keller, a character that launched Michael Douglas' career. The old grizzled Stone gave hard earned advice to the kid and sometimes used some police jargon that gave the show a pinch of frisco flavor. It also had a boss intro. and score by Patrick Williams in the Quinn-Martin production style. In one of the episodes there was some kind of interraction between the partners and a perp who was giving them some resistance and the determined Malden barked to Douglas "flash him the deuce Stevie!" The meaning may be lost in the mists of time and the true answer may require watching 120 episodes of SOSF so the origins may continue to be a mystery. A deuce in police-speak is a drunk driving arrest that might work. In other meanings it could be anything from a question to a score in tennis, a roll in dice or a bowel movement. We may never know. On Saturn street and after the sentence could be used in almost any situation that required immediate action or intervention. https://youtu.be/mijBMpnS3a4?si=7idThd11cY0sGb67



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