The Blues Brothers Page #2

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?

You got us into this parking lot, pal.

Now you get us out!

You want out

ofthis parking lot?

- Will there be anything else?

- Do you have Miss Piggy?

- There's pants and burgers.

- Yeah, lots ofspace in this mall.

Disco pants and haircuts.

Baby clothes.

This place has got everything.

New Oldsmobiles

are in early this year.

Pier 1 Imports.

Oh, sh*t!

They broke my watch!

I'm gonna catch that sucker...

if it's the last thing

I ever do.

Nice place, huh?

Hey, Sam.

Hey, Lloyd.

- Anybody call for me on the phone?

- No. No calls.

Some guy left his 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?

Well, it ain't much,

but it's home.

- How often does the train go by?

- So often you won't even notice it.

What are you doing?

Making dinner.

Want some?

Tomorrow we got to get

the band back together.

I'm gonna quit work

in the morning, fii rst thing.

And how are you going

to get to work...

Mr Lead Foot, Mr Hot-Rodder,

Mr Motor Head?

Those cops tookyour license away.

They got your name,

your address.

No, they don't got my address.

I falsifiied my renewal.

I put down 1 060 West Addison.

That's Wrigley Field.

I gotta hit the sack.

Hey, you sleaze! My bed!

This, gentlemen, is the elegant

abode ofone Elwood Blues.

Thanks, Mr Mercer.

- I kinda like the Wrigley Field bit.

- Yeah, real cute.

Hi, Sam.

Hi. Has my friend arrived yet?

He failed to report in yesterday.

I don't want trouble.

Tell us where they are,

and there'll be no trouble.

Stand back.

It's almost 9:
00.

We've gotta go to work.

Hello, Elwood. Sit down.

What's on your mind?

I gotta quit.

Why is that, Elwood?

I'm going to become a priest.

I'll call payroll and have them get

your severance pay ready.

- Good luck.

- God bless you, sir.

Thankyou.

- What's this?

- This is the last known address...

of Bones Malone

and Blue Lou Marini.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

- Mrs Toronto?

- Tarantino.

Ma'am, do you have a Thomas Malone

or Louis Marini living here?

Not any more.

They moved out a long time ago.

I don't take in boarders any more.

- May we come in, ma'am?

- Please.

Did they leave a forwarding address?

A phone number?

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.

Mr Man!

- Yes, ma'am?

- They left this card. Maybe it'll help.

Thanks.

Thankyou. You're marvellous.

Thankyou. 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 with the Magic Tones

for the Armada Room's...

two-hour disco swing party

after this short break.

Till then, don't you go changing.

So 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,

mother-f***er?

Let's get something

straight here.

The reason he got locked in the slam

in the fii rst place...

was for sticking up a gas station

to coveryou guys.

You're kidding.

He pulled thatjob 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 ofthis small-change sh*t.

We're putting the band

back together.

Who here at this table

can honestly say...

that they played any fii ner

or felt any better than they did...

when they were

with the Blues Brothers?

You were the backbone...

the nerve centre

ofa 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-ass monkey suits.

And I thought

I had it bad inJoliet.

At least we got

a change in clothes.

You're wearing the same sh*t

from three years ago.

Jake ain't lying, though.

We had a band powerful enough

to turn goat piss into gasoline.

We'll never get that fat sound again

without more horns.

We'll never get Mr Fabulous.

- Where is he?

- Forget it.

Mr Fabulous is the top maitre d'

at the Chez Paul.

He's pullin' down

six bills a week.

- Matt Murphy got married.

- Where is Matt ''Guitar'' Murphy?

He opened a restaurant with his old lady

on Maxwell Street...

and he took Blue Lou with him.

You'll never get Matt and Mr Fabulous

out ofthem high-paying gigs.

Oh, yeah?

Well, me and the Lord...

we got an understanding.

We're on a mission from God.

Mainly French cuisine.

No, sir. Mayor Daley no longer

dines here. He's dead, sir.

Private dining rooms

are available.

Oh, no. It was supposed to be

fiive years.

Didn't you get fiive years?

No, sir, not you.

And your name, sir?

Rizzolo, for eight at 1 1 :30.

Thankyou.

Mr Fabulous,

how marvellous it is to see you.

- You're looking younger than ever.

- Wait. You guys can't come in here.

Nonsense, my dear fellow.

My brother and I

have come to dine...

to celebrate my early release

from the service ofthe state.

Wait. Let's talk outside.

- Let's have a cup ofcoffee outside.

- Why, heavens, no.

We seek a full meal and all

the compliments ofthe house.

Come, Elwood.

Let us adjourn ourselves

to the nearest table...

and overlook this establishment's

board offare.

Good evening. Chez Paul.

Wait! Hey!

Sir, do you mind calling back

in about fiive minutes, please?

We'll have a table

in a few moments.

Excuse me.

Give us a bottle

ofyour fii nest champagne...

fiive shrimp cocktails

and some bread for my brother.

We have a Dom Prignon '71

at $1 20.

That'll be fii ne, pal.

Seriously, the food here is really

expensive. The soup is f***ing $1 0!

Let's go outside.

I'll buy you a cup ofcoffee.

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 fii ne.

It'sjust that we'd like

to move to another table...

away from those two gentlemen.

Why? Have they been

disturbing you?

No. It'sjust that--

Well, frankly,

they're offensive-smelling.

I mean, they smell bad.

Excuse me. I'll see if I can locate

another table foryou.

Thankyou.

Wrong glass, sir.

How much for the little girl?

- The women? How much for the women?

- What?

I want to buy your women.

Your little girl. Your daughters.

Sell them to me.

- Sell me your children.

- Maitre d'!

Cut it out. The owners are gonna

ask me to call the cops.

- You wouldn't do that to me, would you?

- Hejust got outtaJoliet.

He's on parole. You can't

call the cops on him, man.

- We're putting the band back together.

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