("Running Scared" by Fee Waybill)
Shadows chasin' time
Chances slippin' by
Thinkin' about what's right and wrong
- Whoo
- Beyond the light of day
There's no denyin'
- One step is all it takes
- And you'll be playin'
You've gotta trust your heart
when nothing's right
And never let 'em know
you're runnin' scared inside
You can chase that dream
a thousand miles
As soon as you believe it
you can make it to the end of the line
There's no more runnin' scared
It's time to roll the dice
And cut right through the ice
Forget about the price we pay
- And I'll tell you
- By the light of day
There's no denyin'
- One step is all it takes
- And you'll be playin'
You've gotta trust your heart
when nothing's right
And never let 'em know
you're runnin' scared inside
You can chase that dream
a thousand miles
As soon as you believe it
you can make it to the end of the line
Tonight there's no more runnin' scared
Shoot. Shoot.
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.
They gotta shoot from outside.
They're cloggin' up the middle.
This is terrific. I'm freezin' my ass off,
and I got Red Auerbach here.
Stay out of the game.
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.
Give 'em the ball.
- Hey. How about the ball?
- Yo. The ball. The ball.
- Come on. Give us the ball.
- Yeah, yeah.
Just give 'em back the ball.
- You wanna play, huh?
- The ball. Come on.
- Hey!
- Come on, hey!
Come on, shithead, give me the ball.
- I don't want the damn ball.
- 20 seconds on the clock.
Come on!
We're playin' a game here.
Gimme the ball.
- You're in for it now, man.
- Hey, just one second, you know?
Come on. That's right.
Don't put the hands on.
And he gets his own rebound!
The crowd goin' nuts.
He's a tough kid.
You can say that again, friends.
Hey.
- You belted him, you shithead!
- Let it go. It's all right.
No. It coulda been me he clobbered.
It sets a bad precedent.
- Come on. No autopsy, no foul. Let's go.
- You're a lucky fella.
Shut up, man.
You got the entire Sioux Nation here.
They cut down the inside.
Why not take the outside shot?
I got carried away. Look at the Mercedes.
That's Snake. Who's drivin'?
- I don't know. Let's bust him.
- For what?
In this neighbourhood
a Mercedes is probable cause.
- That's Julio Gonzales.
- Hey, didn't we just put him away?
Get in the car, Snake. Quick,
give me the briefcase. Get in the car.
- It's three years. Maybe he's on parole.
- In a Mercedes?
How come these losers
never live on the ground floor?
- Ow. Snake, man, my foot!
- What do you want?
- Let's begin with my foot.
- Here's the situation. I have this gun here.
I'm gonna take the gun out, and
I'm gonna shoot a lot of holes in the door.
If you are standing in front
of the door, what can I tell you?
Some of those holes are gonna be in you.
You catching my drift, Snake?
- You got nothin' on me.
- Assaulting an officer's foot?
We heard you were back.
We came to renew your pusher's licence.
Not me. I'm clean as a baby's ass.
I've been born again.
- Right. What's in the briefcase, Snake?
- Nothin'. Just stuff.
- Stuff? That's clever.
- Yeah. Personal shit.
Personal? Like what?
Your memoirs? Your prom pictures?
- The first one. My memories.
- Could you be dumber?
Can we take a look inside?
- You got a search warrant?
- We can get one.
You wanna be uncomfortable
all that time?
And we're talkin' real uncomfortable.
Holy shit.
Ain't no law against havin' money.
Snake, now I want you to level with us.
Is it possible you're dealing again?
(both) Nah!
Snake, we gotta take the place apart.
You understand?
Go ahead. See if I care.
- There's $50,000 here.
- You know what I could do with $50,000?
I told you I was clean.
You wouldn't be prosecutin' me...
...if I wore silk suits and lived
on the Gold Coast. This is