Escape (Part 2)

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[Policeman 1]: Calling every unit, every unit respond Don’t let him out of your sight He won’t be running too long [Policeman 2]: I can see him up ahead, a gray sweater on And if he doesn’t respond What sort of force should we don? [Policeman 1]: Only as a last resort should force be applied And don’t allow him to hide They want him taken alive [Policeman 1 and Policeman 2]: Only as a last resort should force be applied And don’t allow him to hide They want him taken alive [Ingmar Bergman]: More and more police cars after me and I don’t even know where I’m running. It’s not as if I’ll see a sign saying ‘Sweden – This Way.’ [Policeman 1]: Mr. Bergman, give it up, you’ll never escape You have no hope and no prayer You sure ain’t going nowhere [Ingmar Bergman]: I can’t let them catch me. This place is death to me. This place is death to me. This place is death to me. [Policeman 1]: Calling every helicopter, follow that man And if he don’t understand Bring in a translator, man. And refrain from shooting just as long as you can But if it needs to be done Well, you all carry a gun. [Ingmar Bergman]: Helicopters!What next! I am now an actor in a bad big budget Hollywood action film. [Policeman 2]: Captain we’ve lost sight of him, no there he is now He’s stopped, he’s wiping his brow Wait, he’s now running I vow We won’t let him get away, he’s heading due west And who would ever have guessed He’d be this big of a pest [Ingmar Bergman]: I’ve got to run! I’ve got to run! I’ve got to run! I’ve got to run! [Policeman 1]: Copters, fire rockets, we are losing his trail We cannot let this plan fail The dogs are hot on his trail Copters, fire rockets, we are losing his trail We cannot let this plan fail The dogs are hot on his trail [Ingmar Bergman]: I’ve got to run, I’ve got to run! [Policeman 1]: Helicopter Number One, we see him, I’m sure The visibility’s poor But he just can’t run much more. Fire rockets, he won’t know what hit him, I’m sure Before he reaches the shore A little afternoon gore. Captain fire rockets we are losing his trail We cannot let this plan fail The dogs are hot on his trail [The Studio Chief]: This is Mr.Weiss, yes, yes, the studio chief I sit in stunned disbelief That Bergman’s causing you grief. Hollywood’s in dire need of what he can bring But it will not mean a thing If he is dead, that’s the thing. Still, we can’t allow him to go back where he came And though we’d relish his name He can’t go back where he came. Summing up, alive is best, but if there’s no choice Though we can’t gloat and rejoice Well there just might be no choice. Summing up, alive is best, but if there’s no choice Though we can’t gloat and rejoice Well there just might be no choice. [Ingmar Bergman]: This is insane. I sense, though, that I’m close to the shore. Why should that feel like a relief?