They liked rounding up women and fucking lynching them for being so called collaborators when the Germans were kicked out. Not much cop fighting men but real hard bastards against women.
He reckons it wasn't.
Oliver Reed bumped into Marvin in LA. They had a drinking contest at the hotel bar and Reed liked the velvet cloak Lee Marvin was wearing and it was agreed that Reed could have it if he won. Marvin slid under the table after Christ knows how many bourbons was consumed and Reed swished his way out of the hotel resplendent in a swank velvet cloak.
I read that when filming The Wild Geese, himself Burton and Harris would drink like maniacs. Next morning the Richards looked like death warmed up, but Roger Moore looked like he'd gone to bed early with a mug of Horlicks.
I can't pronounce his fucking name let alone what he is. Is he portuguese as I'm in Madeira at the moment. I got dirty looks for laughing when the cable car carrying us up some fucking hill went over the chard remains of some village.