FLOP GUN
Everyone remembers the bit in Pulp Fiction, where dapper hitmen Jules Winnfield and Vincent Vega emerge completely unscathed after being ambushed by a young gunman who had been hiding in the bathroom of an apartment they’re visiting to retrieve that briefcase. Sprayed from close range with a hail of bullets from a “hand cannon”, our intrepid but somehow unharmed duo are left staring in disbelief at both themselves and each other, before turning their own shooters on their hapless would-be killer and blowing him to kingdom come. “We should be [effin] dead, man,” muses Jules, turning to survey the bullet holes in the wall behind him. “I know, we was lucky,” concurs Vincent, prompting a philosophical debate between the colleagues over whether or not “what happened here” was luck or fate.
