[VEHICLES HONKING]
[MACHINE CLANGING]
[FOGHORN BLOWING]
[FLAMES RAGING]
[BELL RINGING]
[STEAM HISSING]
[TRAIN HORN BLOWING]
[MACHINES CHUGGING]
[FLAMES RAGING]
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
[DOGS BARKING FAINTLY]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
GUARD 1: The Assistant Warden
wants this one out of the block early.
Wants to get it over with fast.
GUARD 2: Okay, let's do it.
Psst! Hey.
Come on, wake up, it's time.
[THUMPING]
Wake up. Let's go, it's time.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
PRISONER: Hey.
[WATER RUSHING]
[BLOWING]
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
[DOORS SLAMMING]
[TRAIN HORN BLARING]
[TRAIN WHEELS CLATTERING]
Well, this is it.
-What wing?
-GUARD 1: Maximum wing, Block 9.
Standard release?
Parole, three out of five. Good behavior.
[SIGHING] Give me a minute.
[PHONE RINGING]
[SIGHING]
One Timex digital watch, broken.
One unused prophylactic.
One soiled.
Boots, black. Belt, black.
One black suit jacket.
One pair black suit pants.
One hat. Black.
One pair of sunglasses.
Twenty-three dollars and seven cents.
[PHONE RINGING]
Sign here.
[GATE RUMBLING]
[METAL GATE CLANKING]
[BLUES MUSIC PLAYING]
What's this?
What?
This car.
This stupid car.
Where's the Cadillac?
The Caddy. Where's the Caddy?
The what?
The Cadillac we used to have.
The Bluesmobile.
I traded it.
You traded the Bluesmobile for this?
No, for a microphone.
A microphone?
Okay, I can see that.
What the hell is this?
This was a bargain.
I picked it up at the Mount Prospect
City Police Auction last spring.
It's an old Mount Prospect police car.
They were practically giving them away.
Well, thank you, pal.
The day I get out of prison,
my own brother picks
me up in a police car.
[BOAT HORN BLARING]
[BELL DINGING]
[CHUGGING]
You don't like it?
No, I don't like it.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Car's got a lot of pickup.
It's got a cop motor,
a 440 cubic-inch plant.
It's got cop tires, cop
suspension, cop shocks.
It was a model made
before catalytic converters
so it'll run good on regular gas.
What do you say?
Is it the new Bluesmobile, or what?
Fix the cigarette lighter.
[HORN BLARING]
What are we doing here?
You promised you'd visit the
Penguin the day you got out.
Yeah. So, I lied to her.
You can't lie to a nun.
We gotta go in and visit the Penguin.
No f*cking way.
[DOOR CREAKING]
[DOOR SLAMS]
MARY: Who is it?
Jake and Elwood.
[DOOR CREAKING]
Come in.
[DOOR CREAKING]
[DOOR SLAMS]
Hello, boys.
Nice to see you.
Please, have a seat.
No, boys. Come over here in front of me.
I want to see your faces.
The county took a tax assessment
of this property last month.
They want $5,000.
Doesn't the Church have to pay that?
They would, if they were
interested in keeping the place.
But they aren't.
The Archbishop wants
to sell this building outright
to the Board of Education.
What's gonna happen to you?
I'll be sent to the missions: Africa,
Latin America,
-Korea...
-JAKE: Forget it.
$5,000? No problem.
We'll have it for you in the morning.
Let's go.
No.
I will not take your filthy, stolen money!
Well, then.
I guess you're really up sh*t creek.
[GROANING]
I beg your pardon. What did you say?
I offered to help you.
Mmm-hmm.
You refused to take our money.
Mmm-hmm.
Then I said, "I guess
you're really up sh*t creek."
Ow! Christ, Jake, take it easy, man.
Elwood!
Ow, sh*t!
Jesus Christ! Ow!
sh*t! g*dd*mn it!
Son of a b*tch!
Jesus Christ. You son of a b*tch!
You fat penguin!
[BOTH YELLING]
f*ck this noise, man!
[YELLING]
[JAKE YELLING]
MARY: You are such a disappointing pair.
I prayed so hard for you.
It saddens and hurts me
that the two young men whom I raised
to believe in the Ten Commandments,
have returned to me as two thieves
with filthy mouths and bad attitudes.
Get out! And don't come back
until you've redeemed yourselves.
[WIND HOWLING]
[DOOR SLAMS]
Boys, you gotta learn
not to talk to nuns that way.
Jake, Elwood.
BOTH: Curtis! Hey, man!
-[ALL LAUGHING]
-You look fine, man!
Good to see you, man!
Hey, buy you boys a drink?
[BLUES MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]
Boys, things are bad.
They gonna sell this place
to the Board of Education
and I'll be out on the street.
That money's got to be in the
Cook County Assessor's Office
within 11 days.
They wouldn't turn you out, would they?
sh*t. What's one more old
n*gg*r to the Board of Education?
Curtis, you and the Penguin
are the only family we got.
You're the only one
that was ever good to us
singing Elmore James tunes and
blowing the harp for us down here.
Well, the sister was right.
You boys could use a little churching up.
Slide on down to the Triple Rock
and catch Rev. Cleophus.
You boys listen to what he's got to say.
Curtis…
I don't want to listen
to no jive-a*s preacher
talking to me about heaven and hell.
Jake, you get wise. You get to church.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[POLICE SIREN WAILING]
[CHURCH ORGAN PLAYING]
All I'm saying is we got
to figure out some way
to get that money honestly.
That could be a problem.
It's like the Penguin says.
We've got to make that
move towards redemption.
We got to go to church.
[MIMICKING ELWOOD] We've got to
make that move towards redemption.
We got to go to church.
Bullshit.
Come on.
[CHURCH ORGAN CONTINUES PLAYING]
And now, this week's sermon
is from our beloved, the Rev.
Cleophus James!
[ALL APPLAUDING]
MAN: James.
-WOMAN: Come on, Reverend!
-MAN: Come on, preacher.
CLEOPHUS: And now, people.
WOMAN: Take your time!
And now, people.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
When I woke up this morning
[CROWD CHEERING]
I heard a disturbing sound.
CONGREGATION: Yeah.
I said, when I woke up this morning
[CONTINUE CHEERING]
I heard a disturbing sound!
What I heard was the jingle-jangle
of a thousand lost souls!
I'm talking about the souls
of mortal men and women
departed from this life!
[ALL CHEERING]
CLEOPHUS: Wait a minute!
Those lost, anguished souls
roaming unseen over the earth,
seeking the divine light
they'll not find, because it's too late!
Too late! Yeah!
Too late for them to ever see again
the light they once chose not to follow.
All right!
Don't be lost when your time comes!
"For the day of the Lord cometh
"as a thief in the night."
Amen.
Say Amen!
Can I get Amen?
[CROWD CLAPPING]
Well, well, well!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
♪ -Let us all ♪
-CHOIR: ♪ All go back ♪
♪ To the old, old landmark ♪
♪ Let us all, all go back ♪
♪ To the old, old landmark ♪
♪ Let us all, all go back ♪
♪ To the old, old landmark ♪
CLEOPHUS, CHOIR:
♪ As we stay in the service of the Lord ♪
♪ Let us kneel, kneel in prayer ♪
♪ Gonna hold, hold my breath ♪
♪ Let us kneel, kneel in prayer ♪
♪ Gonna hold, hold my breath ♪
♪ Let us feel, feel that prayer ♪
♪ Kneel in prayer ♪
♪ Let us preach, preach the word ♪
♪ Got to preach, preach
the word all the way ♪
♪ Do it, know it, feel it ♪
♪ Let us preach, preach the word ♪
♪ Got to preach, preach
the word all the way ♪
♪ Let's go, all the way, yea, Lord ♪
♪ Gonna preach, yeah, Lord ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, Lord Let's go, all the way ♪
♪ To the old, old landmark ♪
♪ Let's go, all the way ♪
♪ To the old, old landmark ♪
♪ Let's go, all the way ♪
♪ To the old, old landmark ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I know ♪
Jake, are you all right?
♪ Oh, child ♪
♪ Say it loud ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
The band.
The band.
Do you see the light?
The band!
Do you see the light?
What light?
Have you seen the light?
Yes! Jesus H. Tap-Dancing Christ!
I have seen the light!
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
The band, Elwood, the band!
The band?
The band.
Band.
The band!
Praise God!
And God bless the
United States of America.
♪ All go back, to the old, old landmark ♪
♪ Let us all, all go back ♪
♪ To the old, old landmark ♪
♪ Let us all, all go back ♪
♪ To the old, old landmark ♪
♪ Do it, know it, feel it ♪
♪ Gonna go back, all
go back, gonna go back ♪
♪ All go back, gonna go back, all go back
♪
♪ Gonna go back, all
go back, gonna go back ♪
♪ All go back, gonna go back ♪
♪ Stay in the service of the Lord ♪
Yeah!
[ALL CHEERING]
-♪ Yea, Lord ♪
-[CONTINUE CHEERING]
[BLUES MUSIC PLAYING]
We'll put the band back
together, do a few gigs.
We get some bread. Bang. $5,000.
Yeah, getting the band back
together might not be that easy, Jake.
What are you talking about?
They split.
They all took straight jobs.
Yeah? So you know where they are.
You said you were
keeping in touch with them.
I got a couple of leads,
a few phone numbers.
But I mean, how many of them
visited or even wrote you, huh?
They're not the kind of
guys who write letters.
You were outside. I was inside.
You were supposed to
keep in touch with the band.
I kept asking you if we
were gonna play again.
What was I gonna do,
take away your only hope?
Take away the very thing
that kept you going in there?
I took the liberty of bullshitting you.
Okay?
You lied to me.
It wasn't lies. It was just bullshit.
sh*t. What?
Rollers. No.
Yeah. sh*t.
What? What did I do?
You failed to stop at a red signal.
The light was yellow, sir.
May I see your license, please?
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
God damn it!
Man, I haven't been
pulled over in six months.
[SIGHING] I bet those
cops have got SCMODS.
SCMODS?
State County Municipal
Offender Data System.
Mmm-hmm.
Elwood, we show your license
currently under suspension.
Step out of the car, please.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[SIRENS WAILING]
First you trade the
Cadillac for a microphone.
Then you lie to me about the band.
Now you're gonna put
me right back in the joint.
They're not gonna catch us.
We're on a mission from God.
[TIRES SKIDDING]
Elwood.
[SIRENS WAILING]
[HORN BLARING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
We are in high-speed pursuit
northbound on Courtland Avenue.
Black-and-white 1974 Dodge
sedan with Illinois plates.
Request assistance.
We'll be all right if we can just
get back on the expressway.
This don't look like no expressway to me!
Don't yell at me.
What do you want me to do, motor head?
Try not to be so negative all the time.
Why don't you offer some
constructive criticism?
[TIRES SCREECHING]
You got us into this parking lot, pal.
Now you get us out!
You want out of this parking lot? Okay.
[POLICE SIREN WAILING CONTINUES]
Will there be anything else?
Yes. Do you have a Miss Piggy?
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[HONKING HORN]
[PEOPLE CLAMORING]
There's Hanson Burgers.
Yeah, lots of space in this mall.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Disco pants and haircuts.
Yeah.
Baby clothes.
This place has got everything.
New Oldsmobiles are in early this year.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Pier 1 imports.
Oh, sh*t!
[BOTH COPS SCREAMING]
They broke my watch!
I'm gonna catch that sucker
if it's the last thing I ever do.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
Nice place, huh?
[BAZOOKA FIRING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Hey, Sam.
[MAN CHATTERING ON TV]
Hey, Lloyd.
Anybody call for me on the phone?
No. No calls.
Some guy left this card.
Cop. Said he'd be back.
This here's my brother, Jake.
He just got out of the joint.
He's gonna be staying
with me for a few weeks.
Yeah. Okay.
Did you get me my Cheez Whiz, boy?
[TRAIN RUMBLING]
Well, it ain't much, but it's home.
How often does the train go by?
So often you won't even notice it.
[BLUES MUSIC PLAYING]
[TRAIN RUMBLING]
What are you doing?
Making dinner. Want some?
No.
Tomorrow we got to get
the band back together.
I'm gonna quit work in
the morning, first thing.
And how are you going to
get to work, Mr. Lead Foot,
Mr. Hot Rodder, Mr. Motor Head?
Those cops took your license away.
They got your name, your address.
No, they don't got my address.
I falsified my renewal.
I put down 1060 West Addison.
That's Wrigley Field.
I gotta hit the sack.
ELWOOD: Hey, you sleaze! My bed!
[TRAIN APPROACHING]
[TRAIN WHEELS CLATTERING]
[BRAKES SCREECHING]
[TRAIN HORN BLOWING]
This, gentlemen, is the elegant
abode of one Elwood Blues.
Thanks for your help, Mr. Mercer.
I kind of like the Wrigley Field bit.
Yeah, real cute.
All right, Sam?
[MAN CHATTERING ON TV]
Hi, has my friend arrived yet?
Failed to report in yesterday.
I don't want no trouble.
You just tell us where they
are and there'll be no trouble.
[TRAIN RUMBLING]
Stand back.
[GLASS SHATTERING]
[expl*si*n]
It's almost 9:00. We've gotta go to work.
[WHIRRING]
Well, Elwood, sit down.
What's on your mind?
I got to quit.
Why is that, Elwood?
I'm going to become a priest.
Well, okay.
Listen, I'll call payroll
and have them get your
severance pay ready.
Good luck.
God bless you, sir.
Well, thank you.
What's this?
This is the last known address
of "Bones" Malone and "Blue Lou" Marini.
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Yeah.
[DOORBELL BUZZING]
Mrs. Toronto?
Tarantino.
Ma'am, do you have a Thomas
Malone or Louis Marini living here?
Not anymore.
They moved out a long time ago.
I don't take in boarders,
not for a long time.
May we come in, ma'am?
Please.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Did they leave a forwarding address?
A phone number?
No.
Did they live quietly?
What were their personal habits?
They were good boys
but they made a lot of racket at night.
Are you the police?
No, ma'am. We're musicians.
[CAR ENGINE STARTING]
Mr. Man!
Mr. Man!
Yes, ma'am?
They left this card.
Maybe it'll help you?
Thanks.
[SINGING IN ITALIAN]
Thank you. You're marvelous.
You're marvelous. Thank you.
I'm Murph, and these are the Magic Tones.
Steve "The Colonel"
Cropper, Donald "Duck" Dunn,
Willie "Too Big" Hall
and Tom "Bones" Malone.
We'll be back for the Armada
Room's two-hour disco swing party
after this short break.
Till then, don't you go changing.
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
So, Jake, you're out.
You're free. You're rehabilitated.
What's next? What's happening?
What you gonna do?
You got the money you
owe us, m*therf*cker?
Look, let's just get
something straight here.
The reason he got locked
in the slam in the first place
was for sticking up a gas
station to cover you guys.
You're kidding.
He pulled that job to pay for
the band's room-service tab
from that Kiwanis gig in Coal City.
You did? That's right.
So I don't want to hear
any more of this small-change sh*t.
We're putting the band back together.
Now, who here at this table
can honestly say
that they played any finer
or felt any better than they did
than when they were
with the Blues Brothers?
You were the backbone.
The nerve center of a
great rhythm-and-blues band.
You can make that live,
breathe and jump again.
"Murph and the Magic Tones?"
Look at you in those
candy-a*s monkey suits.
And I thought I had it bad in Joliet.
At least we got a
change in clothes, sucker.
You're wearing the same sh*t
you had on three years ago.
Jake ain't lying.
We had a band powerful enough
to turn goat piss into gasoline.
We'll never get that fat sound again.
Not without some more horns.
We'll never get Mr. Fabulous.
Where is he? Forget it.
Mr. Fabulous is the top
maître d' at the Chez Paul.
He's pulling down six bills a week.
Matt Murphy got married.
Where is Matt "Guitar" Murphy?
He opened a soul food restaurant
with his old lady on Maxwell Street.
And he took Blue Lou with him.
You'll never get Matt and Mr. Fabulous
out of them high-paying gigs.
Oh, yeah?
Well, me and the Lord,
we got an understanding.
We're on a mission from God.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Mainly French cuisine.
No, sir.
Mayor Daley no longer dines here.
He's dead, sir.
MR. FABULOUS: Private
dining rooms are available.
Oh, no.
I thought it was supposed to be 5 years.
Didn't you get 5 years?
Uh, no, sir, not you.
And your name, sir?
Rizzolo, for eight at 11:30. Thank you.
Mr. Fabulous, how
marvelous it is to see you.
You're looking younger than ever.
Wait. You guys can't come in here.
JAKE: Oh, nonsense, my dear fellow.
My brother and I have come to dine
to celebrate my early release
from the service of the state.
MR. FABULOUS: Wait. Let's talk outside.
Let's have a cup of coffee outside.
Why, heavens, no.
We seek a full meal and all
the compliments of the house.
Come, Elwood.
Let us adjourn ourselves
to the nearest table
and overlook this
establishment's board of fare.
[PHONE RINGING]
Good evening. Chez Paul. Wait! Hey!
Uh, sir, do you mind calling
back in about five minutes, please?
I'm sure, we'll have a table
for you in just a few moments.
[WHISTLES]
Excuse me, won't you?
Give us a bottle of
your finest champagne,
five shrimp c*ck and
some bread for my brother.
We have a Dom Perignon, '71, at $120.
That'll be fine, pal.
Come on. Seriously, you guys,
the food here is really expensive.
The soup is f*cking $10.
Come on. Let's go outside.
I'll buy you a cup of coffee.
We're putting the band back together.
Forget it. No way.
We're on a mission from God.
Hold it, hold it. What's this?
Waiter? Sir?
Please, waiter?
Yes, sir? How are your salads?
The salads are fine.
It's just that we'd like
to move to another table,
away from those two gentlemen.
Why? Have they been disturbing you?
No.
It's just that, well, frankly,
they're offensive…smelling.
I mean, they smell bad.
[MAN CLEARING THROAT]
Excuse me, sir. I'll see if I
can locate another table for you.
Thank you.
[CHAMPAGNE CORK POPS]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
Wrong glass, sir.
[GLASSES CLINKING]
[BOTH SLURPING]
[SLURPING]
How much for the little girl?
The women? How much for the women?
What?
Your women, I want to buy your women.
The little girl. Your daughters.
Sell them to me.
Sell me your children.
Maître d'! Maître d'!
Uh… Hey, cut it out, cut it out.
The owners are gonna
ask me to call the cops.
You wouldn't do that
to me, would you, man?
ELWOOD: He just got out of Joliet.
He's on parole.
You can't call the cops on him, man.
We're putting the band back together.
I said no. Absolutely not!
[COUGHING] You! How much for your wife?
[LAUGHING]
[COUGHING]
We're putting the band back together.
We need you, man. We need your horn.
I can't. I really can't.
We got everybody except Matt
"Guitar" Murphy and Blue Lou,
and we're getting them next.
No way.
If you say no,
Elwood and I will
come here for breakfast,
lunch and dinner every day of the week.
Okay, okay. I'll play. You got me.
MAN: Sir?
MAN: Sir?
Sir!
Sir!
Sir!
[CROWD SHOUTING]
OFFICER: White men!
White women!
The swastika is calling you!
[CONTINUE YELLING]
The sacred and ancient
symbol of your race
since the beginning of time.
The Jew is using the black
as muscle against you.
And you are left there, helpless.
f*ck you!
Why don't you go back where you belong?
What are you gonna do about it, whitey?
[CROWD BOOING]
Just sit there?
MAN: Go back where you came from!
Of course not!
Son of a b*tch!
You are going to join with us,
the members of,
the American Socialist
White People's Party:
an organization of decent,
law-abiding white folk
just like you.
Blow it out your a*s, you b*stards!
Go to hell!
I pledge allegiance to Adolf Hitler.
MEN: I pledge allegiance to Adolf Hitler.
The immortal leader of our race.
To the order for which he stands.
And to the order for which he stands.
One great cause. One great cause.
Sacred and invincible.
Sacred and invincible.
Hey, what's going on?
Those bums won their court
case, so they're marching today.
What bums?
The f*cking n*zi Party.
[SCOFFS] Illinois Nazis.
I hate Illinois Nazis.
-Heil Hitler!
-ALL: Heil Hitler!
MAN: Ten hut!
[ENGINE REVS]
[MEN YELLING]
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
Gruppenführer!
Yes, sir!
Gruppenführer, get that
car's license plate number.
We're gonna k*ll that son of a b*tch.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Mmm-hmm ♪
♪ Haw, haw, haw, haw ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Come on home, babe ♪
♪ Oh, come on home ♪
♪ Oh, come on home,
come on home to me, babe ♪
♪ I love you I love you ♪
♪ Come on come on, come on ♪
♪ Oh, come on home ♪
♪ Come on, I love ya Hold me ♪
♪ I know I love you ♪
♪ I love you ♪
♪ Look out ♪
♪ When she walk that walk ♪
♪ And talk that talk ♪
♪ And whisper in my ear ♪
♪ Tell me that she love me ♪
♪ I love that talk ♪
♪ That baby talk ♪
♪ When she talk like that ♪
♪ I can't take it like that ♪
♪ Haw, haw, haw, haw ♪
♪ Hey, hey, yeah ♪
♪ Come on home, pretty babe ♪
♪ Walk your walk ♪
♪ Talk your talk ♪
♪ Talk your talk, baby ♪
♪ Talk ♪
Yeah.
[CHUCKLING]
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
[PEOPLE WHISTLING]
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
That was "Boom Boom," the
song that I wrote, back in the '50s
MAN: No, you didn't.
…was such a big hit.
No, you didn't! No, you didn't!
I wrote "Boom Boom." I wrote "Boom Boom."
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
WAITRESS: Can I help you, boys?
You got any white bread?
Yes.
I'll have some toasted
white bread, please.
You want butter or jam
on that toast, honey?
No, ma'am. Dry.
Got any fried chicken?
Best damn chicken in the state.
Bring me four fried chickens and a Coke.
You want chicken wings or chicken legs?
Four fried chickens and a Coke.
And some dry white toast, please.
You all want anything to drink with that?
No, ma'am. A Coke.
Be up in a minute.
We got two honkies out there
dressed like Hasidic diamond merchants.
Say what?
They look like they're
from the CIA or something.
What they wanna eat?
The tall one wants white bread. Toast.
Dry. With nothing on it.
Elwood!
And the other one wants four
whole fried chickens and a Coke.
And Jake! sh*t! The Blues Brothers!
Hi, Jake.
Matt! How you doing?
How you doing? How was Joliet?
Oh, it's bad.
On Thursday night they
serve a wicked pepper steak.
Can't be as bad as the cabbage rolls
at the Terre Haute Federal Pen.
Or that oatmeal at the
Cook County slammer.
They're all pretty bad.
Matt! Me and Elwood,
we're putting the band back together.
We need you and Blue Lou.
Oh, man. Don't talk that way around here.
My old lady, she'll k*ll me.
ELWOOD: Ma'am, you gotta understand.
This is a lot bigger than
any domestic problems
you might be experiencing.
Matt, what the hell is he talking about?
Don't get riled, sugar.
Don't you, "don't get riled, sugar" me!
Now, you not going
back on the road no more.
And you ain't playing any
more two-bit, sleazy dives.
You're living with me now.
And you're not gonna go sliding around
with your old white hoodlum friends.
But, babes! This is Jake and Elwood!
The Blues Brothers!
The Blues Brothers!
sh*t!
They still owe you money, fool!
Ma'am, would it make you
feel any better if you knew that
what we're asking Matt
here to do is a holy thing?
You see, we're on a mission from God.
Don't you blaspheme in here!
Don't you blaspheme in here!
Now, this is my man,
this is my restaurant,
and you two are gonna
just walk right out that door,
without your dry, white toast,
without your four fried chickens
and without Matt "Guitar" Murphy!
Now, you listen to me! I love you.
But I'm the man and you're the woman.
And I'll make the
decisions concerning my life!
You better think about what you saying.
You better think about the
consequences of your actions.
Oh, shut up, woman!
-♪ You better think ♪
-WOMEN: ♪ Think ♪
♪ Think about what
you're trying to do to me ♪
♪ Yeah, think, think, think ♪
♪ Let your mind go, let yourself be free ♪
♪ Let's go back Let's go back ♪
♪ Let's go way on back when ♪
♪ I didn't even know you ♪
♪ You couldn't have been
too much more than ten ♪
♪ Just a child ♪
♪ I ain't no psychiatrist I
ain't no doctor with degrees ♪
♪ it don't take too much high IQ
to see what you're doing to me ♪
♪ You better think, think ♪
♪ Think about what
you're trying to do to me ♪
♪ Think, think, think ♪
♪ Let your mind go, let yourself be free ♪
♪ Oh, freedom, freedom ♪
♪ Freedom, freedom,
freedom, yeah, freedom ♪
♪ Right now, freedom, freedom ♪
♪ Freedom, freedom, freedom ♪
♪ Oh, freedom right
now, hey, think about it ♪
♪ You, think about it ♪
♪ There ain't nothing you could
ask I could answer you, but I won't ♪
♪ But I was gonna change that, I'm
not if you keep doing things I don't ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Think about what
you're trying to do to me ♪
♪ Damn it, think ♪
♪ Let your mind go, let yourself be free ♪
♪ People walking around every day
playing games and taking scores ♪
♪ Tryin' to make other
people lose their mind ♪
♪ Be careful you don't lose yours ♪
♪ Hey, think, think ♪
♪ Think about what
you're trying to do to me ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think, think ♪
♪ Let your mind go, let yourself be free ♪
♪ You need me, need me ♪
♪ And I need you, don't you know ♪
♪ Without each other there
ain't nothing either can do ♪
♪ Yeah, think about it, babe ♪
♪ What you trying to do to me ♪
♪ To the bone, man,
think about it right now ♪
♪ Oh, freedom, freedom,
freedom, freedom ♪
♪ Yeah, freedom ♪
♪ Freedom, freedom,
freedom, freedom, freedom ♪
♪ Freedom, right now, hey ♪
♪ You, think about it ♪
♪ There ain't nothing you could
ask I can answer you, but I won't ♪
♪ But I was gonna change my
mind if you keep doing things I don't ♪
♪ Yeah, think, think ♪
♪ Think about what
you're trying to do to me ♪
♪ Think ♪
♪ Let your mind go, let yourself be free ♪
♪ You need me, need me ♪
♪ And I need you, don't you know ♪
♪ Without each other there
ain't nothing either can do ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, think about it, baby ♪
♪ What you're trying to do to me ♪
♪ To the bone, man, think about it, baby ♪
♪ Yeah, right on, to the bone ♪
♪ For deepness, to the
bone, for deepness ♪
♪ Yeah To the bone ♪
♪ For deepness, think about it ♪
♪ To the bone, for deepness ♪
♪ Right now ♪
♪ Think about it, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ To the bone, for deepness
to the bone, for deepness ♪
♪ Think about it, for deepness ♪
♪ Think about it ♪
♪ Don't give me the blues, brother, hey ♪
♪ You had better ♪
♪ Stop and think about it, think, think ♪
Let's boogie.
Well, go ahead, damn it!
[ALL CLAMORING]
[DOOR CLOSING]
sh*t!
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[CHILDREN PLAYING]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
Pardon me, but we do have a strict policy
concerning the handling
of the instruments.
An employee of Ray's Music
Exchange must be present.
Now, may I help you?
Ray, it's me. Joliet Jake.
I once rented some column
speakers from you for my band,
The Blues Brothers.
Hey, Ray. It's me, Murph, of
Murph and the Magic Tones.
Remember me? I bought three Fender amps.
RAY: Oh, we sell a lot of amplifiers.
Not like these. They were beautiful.
Upholstered with thick, red shag.
Oh, right, right! I remember now.
As a matter of fact, I'll buy
them all back for $350 apiece.
$350?
I paid $800 each, not 6 months ago.
Well, you know depreciation, man.
Ray, we're here to buy stuff.
We need pianos, amps, mikes, the works.
[g*n FIRING]
Now, go on! Get!
Breaks my heart, a boy
that young going bad.
[ELECTRIC PIANO PLAYING]
Tell me a little about
this electric piano, Ray.
Oh, you have a good eye, my man.
That's the best in the city of Chicago.
How much?
Two-thousand bucks and it's yours.
You can take it home with you.
Matter of fact, I'll throw
in the black keys for free.
Two-thousand for this chunk of sh*t?
Come on, Ray!
[PIANO PLAYING]
I mean, really, Ray. It's used.
There's no action left in this keyboard.
Uh, uh, uh, excuse me.
I don't think there's anything wrong
with the action on this piano.
♪ Well, I heard about
the fella you've been dancing with ♪
♪ All over the neighborhood ♪
♪ So, why didn't you ask me, baby ♪
♪ Or didn't you think I could? ♪
♪ Well, I know that the
boogaloo is out of sight ♪
♪ But the shingaling's the thing tonight ♪
♪ But if that was you
and me out there, baby ♪
♪ I would have shown
you how to do it right ♪
-♪ Do it right ♪
-JAKE, ELWOOD: Uh-huh.
♪ Do it right ♪
♪ Do it right, do it right ♪
JAKE, ELWOOD: ♪ Do it right ♪
ALL: ♪ Aaah ♪
♪ Twisting ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, baby ♪
♪ Here we go loop de loop ♪
♪ Shake it out, baby ♪
♪ Here we go loop de la ♪
♪ Bend over ♪
♪ Let me see you shake your tail feather ♪
♪ Bend over ♪
♪ Let me see you shake your tail feather ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Let me see you shake your tail feather ♪
♪ Come on Let me see
you shake your tail feather ♪
♪ Aaah, come on ♪
♪ Come on, baby ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Yeah, come on, baby
all right, do the twist ♪
♪ Do the fly ♪
-♪ Do the swim ♪
-[RAY LAUGHING]
♪ And do the bird ♪
♪ Do the duck ♪
♪ Do the monkey ♪
♪ Watusi ♪
♪ And what about the frug ♪
♪ Do the mashed potato ♪
♪ What about the boogaloo ♪
♪ The Bony Maronie ♪
♪ Come on, let's do the twist ♪
♪ Ah, twisting, shake it, shake it, baby ♪
♪ Twisting, shake it, shake it, baby ♪
♪ Twisting ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, baby ♪
[ALL CHEERING]
Okay, man.
We'll take these axes.
Naturally.
And as usual, I gotta take an IOU.
[ELECTRIC BLUES MUSIC PLAYING]
JAKE: You guys go
inside, get yourselves a bite.
I've got to make a phone call.
Now, Jake, does this phone
call concern our first gig?
Have I ever lied to you?
What are we gonna do, man?
We don't got no gig.
How much money you got?
I got a quarter.
That's enough for a phone call. Come on.
What are you doing, Elwood?
You said we were gonna make a call.
I said I was gonna make a call.
Who are you gonna call, Jake?
Do you remember Maury Stine?
Stine? Booking agent? What about him?
He got us some good
showcases in the old days.
He got us the Morgan
Park, he got us the Tick Tock.
I got him laid. He owes me.
Give it a shot.
[BRAKES SCREECHING]
[expl*si*n]
[CRASHING]
Hey, Jake.
There's got to be at least
$7 worth of change here.
[n*zi ANTHEM PLAYING ON STEREO]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Yeah?
Sir.
What did you find out?
Okay.
I called a friend at the
Motor Vehicle Department.
That license plate is like a
rash all over the computer.
The car belongs to a
known traffic menace.
What's his name?
His name is Elwood Blues.
He's got a record a mile long.
And he's a Catholic.
Did you get his address?
Of course.
Let's go.
Anybody with that kind of record
is gonna make a mistake.
I want all party members
in the tri-state district
to monitor the city, county,
and state police on their CBs.
Mr. Blues is gonna f*ck up.
And when he does,
he better pray the police
get to him before we do.
[ELECTRIC BLUES MUSIC PLAYING]
All right, man.
We've been in this
car for three hours now.
Where the hell is this place?
I told you it'd take a
little while to get there.
What's the name of the place?
Uh, the name of the place is, uh…
Bob's Country Bunker.
Here we are.
Bob's Country Bunker?
Jake, the sign says,
"Tonight only, the Good Ole Boys."
Blues Brothers!
It should read, "Tonight only,
"the Blues Brothers' triumphant return."
Must be some kind of mistake.
You guys unload the stuff.
Elwood, come with me.
[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
What can I get you boys?
You thirsty, you hungry
or just driving through?
Maybe you'd like a beer,
or something a little harder?
We happen to make the
state's best pepper steak.
No, thank you, ma'am!
We may be sucking back
a few beers a little later on.
We'll be here all night.
You see, we're the band.
You are? Oh, gee, that's nice!
Hey, Bob, this is the band!
All right!
What kind of music do
you usually have here?
We got both kinds.
We got country and western.
Jake, are you sure this is the place?
Yeah! Sure! This is the place.
Hi! You the Good Ole Boys? That's us!
The rest of the band's
out in the parking lot
getting our stuff together.
Well, I'm sure glad
to have you boys here.
I'm Bob and this here is my place.
It's a beautiful place, Bob!
BOB: I guess you wanna get
your steel guitars and everything
set up on stage, don't you?
Claire, go and turn those stage lights on
and get these boys going up there.
Chicken wire?
What do you say we
set up for sound check?
Excuse me, sonny, I
guess I'll give this to you.
You're the tallest one.
Okay, what is it?
Well, that there is a list of the songs
you boys will be playing tonight.
[ALL CHATTERING]
Man, I don't think we know
any of the songs on this list.
This list doesn't mean anything.
They're just requests.
Do our regular set. First tune!
Give Me Some Loving. One, two.
One, two, three, four.
[BAND PLAYING]
[AUDIENCE JEERING]
[ALL BOOING]
sh*t!
What are those damn
freak pecker heads playing?
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
We're glad to be here in Kokomo tonight.
We're the Good Old Blues
Brothers Boys Band from Chicago.
We sure hope you'll like our show.
I'm Elwood. This is my brother Jake.
♪ Well, my temperature's
rising, and my feet on the floor ♪
♪ Crazy people knockin'
'cause they wanted some more ♪
♪ Let me in, baby I
don't know what you got ♪
♪ You better take it easy
'cause this place is hot ♪
♪ And I'm so glad you made it ♪
That ain't no Hank Williams song!
♪ Give me some loving ♪
MAN: Get off the stage!
♪ Give me some loving ♪
♪ Every day ♪
Why'd they turn off the lights?
Maybe they blew a fuse.
I don't think so, man.
Those lights are off on purpose.
We gotta figure out something
these people like, and fast!
I got it.
Remember the theme from Rawhide?
The old favorite. Rowdy Yates.
What key? A.
Good country key.
"Rawhide" in A.
[BAND PLAYING]
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Though the streams are swollen ♪
♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪
♪ Rawhide ♪
♪ The rain and wind and
weather, hellbent for leather ♪
♪ Wishin' my gal was by my side ♪
♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪
♪ Good vittles, love and kissin' ♪
♪ Are waiting at the end of my ride ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪
♪ Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪
♪ Rawhide, cut 'em out ♪
♪ Ride 'em in, ride 'em in ♪
♪ Cut 'em out, cut 'em out ♪
♪ Ride 'em in, Rawhide ♪
[ALL CHEERING]
[GLASS BREAKING]
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪
♪ Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪
♪ Rawhide cut 'em out ♪
♪ Ride 'em in, ride 'em in ♪
♪ Cut 'em out, cut 'em out ♪
♪ Ride 'em in, Rawhide ♪
Yah!
♪ Rawhide ♪
Yah!
[WHIP CRACKING]
-♪ Rawhide ♪
-[ALL CHEERING]
Theme from the TV show Rawhide.
Thank you.
[ALL CHEERING]
[MAN WHOOPING]
We'd like to do a favorite
of the horn section.
We hope it's one of yours.
♪ Sometimes it's hard to be a woman ♪
♪ Giving all your love, to just one man ♪
[MAN WHOOPING]
♪ And if you love him ♪
♪ Oh, be proud of him ♪
♪ 'Cause after all, he's just a man ♪
♪ Stand by your man ♪
♪ Give him two arms to cling to ♪
♪ And something warm to come to ♪
♪ When nights are cold and lonely ♪
♪ Stand by your man ♪
♪ And tell the world you love him ♪
♪ Keep giving all the love you can ♪
[MAN WHISTLES]
♪ Stand by your man ♪
♪ Stand by your man ♪
♪ And show the world you love him ♪
♪ Keep giving all the love you can ♪
♪ Baby ♪
♪ Stand by your man ♪
[ALL CHEERING]
JAKE: Well, folks, it's
time to call it a night.
But do what you feel, and
keep both feet on the wheel.
You don't have to go home
but you can't stay here.
So, till next time:
ELWOOD: ♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪
♪ Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up Rawhide ♪
♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪
♪ Ride 'em in, cut 'em out, cut 'em out ♪
♪ Ride 'em in, Rawhide ♪
♪ Rawhide ♪
Let's get the hell out of here.
[BOTTLE SMASHING]
sh*t, I wanna tell you boys
that's some of the best
g*dd*mn music we've had
at the Country Bunker in a long time.
Sorry we couldn't remember
The Wreck of the Old 97.
Why, hell!
You guys can learn it next
time when you come back.
Bob, about our money for tonight.
That's right.
Two-hundred dollars.
and you boys drank $300 worth of beer.
When we first came in
the bar lady never
charged us for the first round
so, like, we figured beer was
complimentary for the band.
Beer was, like, complimentary
for the band, you know.
No.
Well, I'll just go out
and take up a collection
from the boys.
Well, I'll tell you, I
sure would appreciate it.
I say this trip is nowhere, man.
I say we gotta quit.
What? Quit?
Well, I wish you guys
would make up your mind.
Otherwise, I've gotta call Mr. Ronzini
at the Holiday Inn and
get our old gig back.
Back at the Armada Room?
Listen, they want us to
pay for the beer we drank.
So you guys better split.
The next gig is gonna be dynamite!
Huge! You'll see.
I say we give The Blues Brothers
just one more chance.
Why not? If the sh*t fits, wear it!
Scoot over, g*dd*mn it!
Boys look a little upset.
Hey, man. Don't worry.
We got a couple of days.
We'll get the Penguin's tax money.
I mean, look.
We got an appointment
to see Mr. Stine tomorrow.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Let's skate.
g*dd*mn it.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Are you The Good Ole Boys?
Yeah, that's right.
I'm Tucker McElroy, lead singer,
driver of the Winnebago.
I'd like to talk to you, but
we're running very late.
My name is Jacob Stein,
American Federation
of Musicians Union, Local 200.
I've been sent here to see
if you gentlemen are
carrying your permits.
Our what?
Your union cards.
May I see your cards, please?
Suppose we ain't got no union cards,
and we go in and start playing anyway.
What you gonna do about that?
You gonna stop us? Stein?
You gonna look pretty funny trying to eat
corn on the cob with no f*cking teeth!
Listen,
let me talk to Bob, the owner.
See if we can put your band
on contract waivers for tonight.
I don't want you to move from this spot.
Just let me handle this.
We'll, uh… We'll talk to Bob.
Get in the car and start her up.
You know you boys owe me a lot of money
for that beer you drank tonight!
g*dd*mn it!
Bob, we loved playing here tonight.
My brother's writing out
an American Express traveler's check
to cover the extensive bar tab.
Well, I sure would appreciate it.
I'd better check up, see how he's doing.
See, I have to sign it, too.
I usually sit in the car and write it out
on the, uh, glove compartment lid.
Okay?
I need a pencil.
[CAR STARTS]
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
Were them guys from the union?
Union? What the hell union?
Those boys skipped out of here
owing me a lot of money for beer.
What the hell are you
guys all dressed up for?
We're The Good Ole Boys!
You're The Good Ole Boys?
AFM. sh*t!
Our Lady of Blessed Acceleration,
don't fail me now!
[BOTH SIGHING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
I don't believe it!
It's that shitbox Dodge again.
The b*stards are ours now!
[SIREN WAILING]
Holy sh*t!
[WATER RUNNING]
Boys, you're in big trouble.
Maury, you owe me.
We'll play anywhere,
any time, for anybody.
Put us in, uh, the Double Up Lounge,
or the Morgan Park
Theater, or the Crystal.
We always knocked
them dead in those joints.
Discos. They're all discos.
Singles. Mixed singles, g*y singles.
Those people like to tumble and carry on.
They like to dance with each other.
We are a dance band.
I don't know, boys. I just don't know.
Times have changed, you know what I mean?
What are you guys gonna do? The same act?
You wear the same farchadat suits.
You'll scare people away.
Don't you ever wear
blue jeans or jumpsuits
like Wayne Cochran and the CC Riders?
You gotta come through for us.
We need $5,000, fast.
$5,000?
Who do you think you are? The Beatles?
You know the size hall you gotta
work to take in that kind of money?
We'll fill any hall in the country.
You guys familiar with
the Palace Hotel ballroom?
Never heard of it.
Nice place up north.
Built in the '40s on Lake Wazapamani.
That seats 5,000.
You guys fill that place,
you can make $5,000, easy.
Book us for tomorrow night.
Hold it! Tomorrow night?
A gig like that, you gotta
prepare the proper exploitation.
I know about that stuff.
I been exploited all my life.
Forget it. There's no way with you guys.
Forget about it.
Say, how's Mrs. Stine?
I might have some
information she'd like to know.
You blackmailing me?
If you wanna put it that way.
Maury, we need this gig!
We're on a mission from God.
You get us the hall, and I guarantee
we'll pack them in from miles around.
What do you say?
Okay. I'll get you the Palace Hotel.
I'll print up showbills. I'll make
the place look real pretty, okay?
I don't think you guys are
gonna gross dollar one.
But if you do, I want a
taste of the gate, okay?
Thanks, Maury. Let's go, boys!
Listen,
you boys heard me talk
about Jake and Elwood.
Well, they used to
live here, just like you.
And I used to sing to
them, just like with you.
Tonight,
Jake and Elwood are
going out to sing and play
to raise money to help you children.
Your lazy butts are in this, too!
So get up on that wagon.
We're going up north
to put the word in the streets.
[POP MUSIC PLAYING]
ELWOOD: Tonight only,
the fabulous Blues Brothers,
Rhythm and Blues Revue
at the Palace Hotel ballroom, Route 16,
Lake Wazapamani.
The fabulous Blues Brothers,
Show Band and Revue.
There you go, boy.
All right, man!
Check it out! Check it out!
Tonight only!
From Chicago!
The Blues Brothers.
Rhythm and Blues Revue.
One night only! The fabulous…
Blues Brothers Show Band and Revue.
ELWOOD: You! On the motorcycle!
You two girls!
Tell your friends!
JAKE: Free parking.
ELWOOD: Free parking.
Two dollar cover charge only, folks!
That's a lot of entertainment.
JAKE: For $2.
ELWOOD: For $2.
Will you please put
this in the window, lady,
because it's real important.
ELWOOD: Tonight only, from Chicago,
the fabulous Blues Brothers,
Rhythm and Blues Revue,
for your dancing pleasure.
And it's ladies' night tonight
at the Palace Hotel ballroom.
"Tonight only, the Blues Brothers,
"genuine Rhythm and Blues Show and Revue."
Palace Hotel ballroom. Tonight only."
How we doing?
So far we covered Lake, McHenry
and part of DuPage County.
Good. Let's get to the gig.
[ENGINE STALLING]
What is it?
We're out of gas.
Oh, sh*t.
MURPHY: Wow, a classic. What a room!
This place is gonna swing tonight.
It's a f*cking barn. We'll never fill it.
We've gotta fill this hall tonight.
A lot of young children
are depending on it.
Young children? Why, what do you mean?
Jake and Elwood are donating
the band's share of the door money
to pay the taxes on the Saint
Helen's Orphanage in Calumet City.
ALL: What?
We're out of gas. Yep.
Mind if we fill her up?
Nope. I said we're out of gas.
Tanker truck's late.
Should have been here two hours ago.
Uh, it's always late on Thursdays.
I guess we'll have to wait.
Yeah.
[BAND TUNING UP]
WOMAN: Excuse me, sir.
Yes, you.
Could you fill it up with premium, please,
and check under the hood?
Sure.
You, uh, want I should, uh,
wash the dead bugs off the windshield?
Oh, no. Don't worry.
I'm in kind of a hurry.
Where in the hell are they?
So, uh, maybe you'd like to come by
and see the show.
Oh, um, I'm awfully sorry,
but I do have a prior dinner engagement.
Thanks, Marvin.
Debbie, get me Troopers Daniel and Mount.
BOB: I don't see those Blues Brothers.
We'll wait.
Okay, you're all set.
That'll be, uh, $94.
Here's $95. Thank you, Elwood.
Okay. And that's $I change.
Oh, keep the change.
Oh, thanks.
Uh, so, look. Uh, if your date
don't work out tonight
for any reason, uh,
there's a motel up on the interstate.
Uh, maybe we could, say, uh, meet
around, uh, midnight?
I'll think about it, Elwood, okay?
ELWOOD: Yeah.
Bye.
Son of a b*tch!
Come on!
Ow!
[ALL CLAPPING]
[CROWD YELLING]
We're really late.
You better step on it, man.
Yeah.
[ALL YELLING]
I always like to perform for angry mobs.
You can't quit now.
What can they be doing?
[JAKE GROANS]
My head hurts.
That Night Train's a mean wine.
You'd better get bright!
We got a show to do.
Then we gotta figure out some
way to collect that gate money,
get it to the Cook
County Assessor's office
as soon as they open in the morning.
-[CROWD CHANTING]
-We want the show!
Gentlemen, I'm leaving.
Man, we were so close.
Hey, you guys know "Minnie The Moocher?"
I knew a hooker once named Minnie Mazola.
No! The song "Minnie the Moocher."
Yeah. So what?
Hit it!
[BAND PLAYING]
♪ Hey folks here's a story 'bout ♪
♪ Minnie the Moocher ♪
♪ She was a low-down hoochie coocher ♪
♪ She was the roughest toughest frail ♪
♪ But Minnie had a
heart, as big as a whale ♪
♪ Hi de hi de hi de hi ♪
ALL: ♪ Hi de hi de hi de hi ♪
♪ h* de h* de h* de h*,
h* de h* de h* de h* ♪
♪ He de he de he de he,
he de he de he de he ♪
♪ Hi de hi de hi de h*
hi de hi de hi de h* ♪
♪ She messed around with
a bloke named Smokey ♪
♪ She loved him though he was cokey ♪
♪ He took her down to Chinatown ♪
♪ And he showed her how
to kick the gong around ♪
♪ Hi de hi de hi de
hi, hi de hi de hi de hi ♪
♪ Whoa ♪
♪ Whoa He de he de he de he ♪
♪ He de he de he de he,
he de he de he de h* ♪
♪ He de he de he de h* ♪
♪ She had a dream
about the King of Sweden ♪
♪ He gave her things
that she was needin' ♪
♪ He gave her a home
built of gold and steel ♪
♪ A diamond car with the platinum wheels ♪
♪ Hi de hi de hi de hi de hi de hi de hi ♪
♪ h* de h* de h* de h* de h* de h* de h* ♪
[SCATTING]
[ALL SCATTING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Psst.
[SPRAYING]
This is glue. Strong stuff.
What the hell are you doing?
This can is from a surplus disposal run.
Fifteen overcharged ounces
of pure uncompounded
isopropanol butane monosulphide.
When combined with
oxygen and a little heat
it will cause a rapid expansion.
♪ Hi de hi de hi de
hi, hi de hi de hi de hi ♪
♪ h* de h* de h* de h*,
h* de h* de h* de h* ♪
♪ He de he de he de he,
he de he de he de he ♪
♪ Hi de hi de hi de h*
Hi de hi de hi de h* ♪
♪ Poor Min, poor Min, poor Min ♪
[ALL CHEERING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[CROWD WHISTLING]
Okay, let's take them! Wait a minute.
I've never even heard
these boys sing, all right?
All right.
They're not going no place.
All right, cover all exits!
Let's go! Come on! Hurry up!
Move it!
[MAN WHISTLING]
Who wants an Orange Whip?
Orange Whip? Orange Whip?
Three Orange Whips.
Excuse us.
[WOMEN SCREAMING]
Good evening, ladies.
One, two. One, two, three, four.
[BAND PLAYING]
Now, ladies and gentlemen
it is the distinct pleasure of the
management to present to you
the evening's star attraction.
Here they are, back after
their exclusive three-year tour
of Europe, Scandinavia
and the Subcontinent.
Won't you welcome,
from Calumet City, Illinois,
the show band of Joliet
Jake and Elwood Blues.
The Blues Brothers!
One, two. One, two, three, four.
[BAND PLAYING]
We're so glad to see so many
of you lovely people here tonight.
We'd especially like to
welcome all the representatives
Of Illinois' law enforcement community,
who have chosen to join us here
in the Palace Hotel
ballroom at this time.
We certainly hope you all enjoy the show.
And remember that no matter who you are
and what you do to
live, thrive and survive
there're still some things
that make us all the same.
You. Me. Them. Everybody.
♪ Everybody ♪
♪ Needs somebody, everybody ♪
♪ Needs somebody to love ♪
♪ Someone to love, someone to love ♪
♪ Sweetheart to miss, sweetheart to miss ♪
♪ Sugar to kiss, sugar to kiss ♪
♪ I need you I need you ♪
♪ I need you, you, you ♪
♪ I need you, you, you ♪
♪ In the morning, you,
when my soul's on fire ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Sometimes I feel ♪
♪ I feel a little sad inside ♪
♪ When my baby mistreats me ♪
♪ I never, never find a
place to hide I need you ♪
♪ Sometimes I feel ♪
♪ I feel a little sad inside ♪
♪ When my baby mistreats me ♪
♪ I never, never find a
place to hide I need you ♪
People, when you do
find that special somebody,
you gotta hold that man, hold that woman,
love him, please him,
squeeze her, please her!
Signify your feelings
with every gentle caress
because it's so important to
have that special somebody
to hold, to kiss, to miss,
to squeeze and please!
♪ Everybody needs somebody, everybody ♪
♪ Needs somebody to love ♪
♪ Someone to love ♪
♪ Sweetheart to miss, sugar to kiss ♪
♪ I need you ♪
♪ In the morning, when my soul's on fire ♪
♪ When there ain't no
one around I need you ♪
♪ I need you, you, you
I need you, you, you ♪
♪ I need you, you, you, you, you, you ♪
♪ You, you, you ♪
-♪ You, you, you I need you ♪
-[ALL CHEERING]
Thank you. That was for Wilson Pickett.
This is dedicated to the
late, great Magic Sam.
One, two. One, two, three, four.
♪ Come on baby don't you wanna go ♪
♪ Come on baby don't you wanna go ♪
♪ Back to that same old place ♪
♪ Sweet home Chicago ♪
♪ Six and three is nine,
nine and nine is 18 ♪
♪ Look there brother baby
and you'll see what I seen ♪
♪ Baby, don't you wanna go ♪
♪ Back to that same old place ♪
♪ Sweet home Chicago ♪
♪ Come on, baby, don't you wanna go ♪
♪ Come on, baby, don't you wanna go ♪
♪ Back to that same old place ♪
♪ Sweet home Chicago ♪
The Mafia's after us now.
You guys were hot!
You were great! Insane.
I've got to record you.
Bullshit.
Bullshit? I don't bullshit.
I'm president of Clarion Records
the largest recording company
on the Eastern seaboard.
So what?
Here's $10,000.
An advance on your
first recording session.
Is it a deal?
Yeah. Sure, it's a deal.
Yeah. Sure, it's a deal!
Listen, all these cops out here,
they're sort of waiting for us.
We gotta get out with nobody seeing us.
You know a back door out?
Sure. I used to be head
bouncer here back in the '70s.
There's an electrical service duct
right behind your drummer's riser.
Do us a favor.
Take $1,400
and give it to Ray's Music
Exchange in Calumet City
and give the rest to the band.
You got it. Thanks.
Bye. Bye.
[BAND CONTINUES PLAYING]
Me and Elwood are
gonna make a break for it.
You and the band keep playing.
Something's wrong.
Where's Jake?
Where'd those Blues Brothers go?
I sure hope this thing leads someplace.
Elwood, we're gone, man.
Who is that girl?
Well, Jake.
You look just fine down there
slithering in the mud like vermin.
No problem.
You're not gonna get
away from me this time.
Check that out! Let's go!
It's good to see you, sweetheart!
You contemptible pig.
I remained celibate for you.
I stood at the back of a cathedral
waiting, in celibacy, for you
with 300 friends and
relatives in attendance.
My uncle hired
the best Romanian caterers in the state.
To obtain the seven
limousines for the wedding party
my father used up his last favors
with Mad Pete Trullo.
So for me, for my mother,
my grandmother, my father, my uncle,
and for the common good
I must now k*ll you and your brother.
[g*n c*ck]
Oh, please don't k*ll us!
Please, please, don't k*ll us.
You know I love you, baby!
I wouldn't leave you! It wasn't my fault!
You miserable slug!
You think you can talk
your way out of this?
You betrayed me!
No, I didn't. Honest!
I ran out of gas!
I had a flat tire!
I didn't have enough money for cab fare!
My tux didn't come
back from the cleaners.
And old friend came in from out of town!
Someone stole my car!
There was an earthquake!
A terrible flood!
Locusts! It wasn't my fault,
I swear to God!
Oh, Jake…
Jake, honey.
Let's go.
Take it easy.
[GRUNTING]
[ENGINES STARTING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[CARS CRASHING]
You're going to totally
demolish the cars.
[SIRENS WAILING]
You want to maybe consider
going after the Blues Brothers?
It's 106 miles to Chicago.
We got a full tank of gas,
half a pack of cigarettes,
it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.
Hit it.
[SIRENS WAILING]
sh*t, man. Can't this damn
thing go any faster than this?
Bob, I think I've got a little problem.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
g*dd*mn, boy.
sh*t.
[HORNS BLARING]
[ALL YELLING]
Don't you say a f*cking word.
[SIREN WAILING]
[ALL CHATTERING]
OFFICER: All units,
we have a signal 10-79.
Officers are in pursuit:
a black-and-white 1974 Dodge sedan
southbound on 47.
Respond to signal 10-79.
Occupants of vehicle:
one Joliet Jake Blues,
one Elwood Blues.
Considered extremely dangerous.
Gruppenführer!
Hey, Jake…
I gotta pull over.
Southbound on State Highway 47.
Hi! Wanna hand me the mike?
Thanks a lot.
This is car… What number are we?
Fifty-five.
Car 55. We're in a truck.
[CHUCKLING]
[OFFICERS CHATTERING]
Signal 10-79 still engaged.
Vehicle traveling southbound
approaching Chicago city limits.
Commander advises will
contact Chicago precincts
for a local intercept.
Maintain pursuit.
[SIREN BLARING]
Use of unnecessary violence
in the apprehension of the
Blues Brothers has been approved.
[ALL YELLING]
Well, this is definitely
Lower Wacker Drive.
If my estimations are correct
we should be very close to
the Honorable Richard J. Daley Plaza.
That's where they got that Picasso.
Yep.
[SIRENS WAILING]
OFFICER: Son of a b*tch!
[g*n FIRING]
There they are.
[g*n FIRING]
Oh, no! What the f*ck was that?
The motor. It's thrown a rod.
Is that serious?
Yep.
Faster.
Faster.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Holy sh*t!
I've always loved you.
[EXCLAIMS]
There it is!
[HONKING]
[HORN HONKING]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[SIRENS WAILING]
[METAL CLANKING]
Come on!
[SIRENS WAILING]
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
[HORN BLARING]
Sir, where's the office of
the Assessor of Cook County?
Down the hall, turn right.
Take the elevator to 1102.
Thank you, sir.
[CROWD CLAMORING]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
ALL: Hut, hut, hut, hut.
[CLAMORING]
[SIRENS WAILING]
ALL: Hut, hut, hut, hut.
[NEIGHING]
[ALL YELLING]
Excuse me.
Did you see two guys come in here
with black suits and hats,
one carrying a briefcase?
Yeah, I just sent them down there.
Thank you.
[ALL CLAMORING]
Hold the door.
SOLDIERS: Hut, hut, hut.
Let's go.
Can I help you?
This is where they pay the taxes, right?
Right.
This money is for the year's assessment
on the Saint Helen of the
Blessed Shroud Orphanage
in Calumet City, Illinois.
Five-thousand bucks. It's all there, pal.
Stand back!
Fire!
And here is your receipt.
[BAND PLAYING]
♪ Warden threw
a party in the county jail ♪
♪ Prison band was there
and they began to wail ♪
♪ The band was jumping
and the joint began to swing ♪
♪ You should have heard
those knocked-out jailbirds sing ♪
♪ Let's rock, everybody let's rock ♪
♪ Everybody on the whole cell block ♪
♪ Was dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Spider Murphy played
the tenor saxophone ♪
♪ Little Joe was blowing
on the slide trombone ♪
♪ The drummer boy from
Illinois went crash, boom, bang ♪
♪ The whole rhythm section
was the Purple g*ng ♪
♪ Let's rock, everybody let's rock ♪
♪ Everybody on the whole cell block ♪
♪ Was dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Was dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Everybody on the whole cell block ♪
♪ Was dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ They were dancing ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ They were dancing,
dancing, dancing, dancing ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Everybody on the whole cell block ♪
♪ They were dancing
to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ They were dancing
to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Everybody on the whole cell block ♪
♪ They were dancing
to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Sad Sack was sitting
on a block of stone ♪
♪ Way over in the
corner weeping all alone ♪
♪ The warden said, "Buddy
don't you be no square ♪
♪ If you can't get a partner ♪
♪ use a wooden chair" ♪
♪ Let's rock, everybody let's rock ♪
♪ Everybody on the whole cell block ♪
♪ Was dancing to the jailhouse rock yeah ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Was dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Everybody on the whole cell block ♪
♪ Was dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ They was dancing ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ They were dancing,
dancing, dancing, dancing ♪
♪ Dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Everybody on the whole cell block ♪
♪ Was dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Everybody on the whole cell block ♪
♪ Was dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Everybody on the whole cell block ♪
♪ Was dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
♪ Everybody on the whole cell block ♪
♪ Was dancing to the jailhouse rock ♪
JAKE: One, two. One, two, three, four.
[PEOPLE CHEERING]
ELWOOD: People, when you
do find that special somebody,
you gotta hold that man, hold that woman,
love him, please him,
squeeze her, please her!
Signify your feelings
with every gentle caress,
because it's so important to
have that special somebody
to hold, to kiss, to miss,
to squeeze and please!
[PEOPLE CHEERING]
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Blues Brothers, The (1980)
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