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POLICEMAN 1:
Calling every unit, every unit respond
Donât let him out of your sight
He wonât be running too long
POLICEMAN 2:
I can see him up ahead, a gray sweater on
And if he doesnât respond
What sort of force should we don?
POLICEMAN 1:
Only as a last resort should force be applied
And donât allow him to hide
They want him taken alive
POLICEMAN 1 AND POLICEMAN 2:
Only as a last resort should force be applied
And donât allow him to hide
They want him taken alive
INGMAR BERGMAN:
More and more police cars after me and I donât even know
where Iâm running. Itâs not as if Iâll see a sign saying
âSweden â ThisWay.â
POLICEMAN 1:
Mr. Bergman, give it up, youâll never escape
You have no hope and no prayer
You sure ainât going nowhere
INGMAR BERGMAN:
I canât 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 donât 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 weâve lost sight of him, no there he is now
Heâs stopped, heâs wiping his brow
Wait, heâs now running I vow
We wonât let him get away, heâs heading due west
And who would ever have guessed
Heâd be this big of a pest
INGMAR BERGMAN:
Iâve got to run! Iâve got to run! Iâve got to run! Iâve 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:
Iâve got to run, Iâve got to run!
POLICEMAN 1:
Helicopter Number One, we see him, Iâm sure
The visibilityâs poor
But he just canât run much more.
Fire rockets, he wonât know what hit him, Iâm 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 Bergmanâs causing you grief.
Hollywoodâs in dire need of what he can bring
But it will not mean a thing
If he is dead, thatâs the thing.
Still, we canât allow him to go back where he came
And though weâd relish his name
He canât go back where he came.
Summing up, alive is best, but if thereâs no choice
Though we canât gloat and rejoice
Well there just might be no choice.
Summing up, alive is best, but if thereâs no choice
Though we canât gloat and rejoice
Well there just might be no choice.
INGMAR BERGMAN:
This is insane. I sense, though, that Iâm close to the shore.
Why should that feel like a relief?
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