I guess you wanna get your steel guitars and everything set up on stage.
Claire, get up and turn those stage lights on and get these boys going.
Chicken wire?
What do you say we have a sound check?
Excuse me, sonny. I'll give this to you. You're the tallest one.
Okay. What is it?
That there is a list of the songs...
that you boys will be playing tonight.
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.
Shit!
What are those damn freak pecker heads playing?
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We're glad to be here tonight.
We're the Good Old Blues Brothers Boys Band from Chicago.
We 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 want some more
Let me in, baby I don't know what you got
Better take it easy 'Cause this place is hot
And I'm so glad we made it
That ain't no Hank Williams song!
Give me some loving
Get off the stage!
Everyday
Why'd they turn off the lights?
- Maybe they blew a fuse. - I don't think so.
Those lights are off on purpose.
We gotta figure out something these people like, and fast!
I got it. Remember the theme from ''Rawhide''?
Old favorite. Rowdy Yates.
- What key? - ''A.'' Good country key.
''Rawhide'' in ''A.''
Rollin', rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin'
Rawhide
Through rain and wind and weather Hell-bent for leather
Wishin' my gal was by my side
All the things l'm missin'
Good vittles, love and kissin'
Are waiting at the end of my ride
- Move 'em on - Head 'em up
- Head 'em out - Move 'em on
- Head 'em up
Rawhide Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in
Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in, rawhide
Theme from the TV show ''Rawhide.'' thank you.
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
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
Stand by your man
And show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Baby
Stand by
Your man
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:
- Move 'em on - Head 'em up
- Move 'em on
Rawhide
- Cut 'em out - Ride 'em in
- Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in, rawhide
Let's get the hell out of here.
Shit, I wanna tell you, that's some of the best goddam music we've had...
at the Country Bunker in a long time.
Well, 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.
Well, I'll just go out and take up a collection from the boys.
I sure would appreciate it.
I say this trip is nowhere, man.
I say we gotta quit.
What? Quit?
I wish you guys would make up your mind.
Otherwise I gotta call Mr Ronzini at the Holiday Inn to get our old gig back.
Back at the Armada Room?
Listen, they want us to pay for the beer we drank.
So you'd 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 shit fits, wear it!
Scoot over, goddam 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 Sline tomorrow.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Let's skate.
Goddam it.
Excuse me. Are you the Good Ole Boys?
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.
I'm Jacob Stein, American Federation of Musicians Union, Local 200.
I've been sent here to see if you're 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 funny trying to eat corn on the cob with no fucking 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 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!
- Goddam it! - Bob, we loved playing here tonight.
My brother's writing out an American Express traveler's check...
to cover the bar tab.
I sure would appreciate it.
I'd better check up, see how he's doing. I have to sign it too.
I usually sit in the car and write it out on the glove compartment lid.
Need a pencil.
- Were them guys from the 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?
''A.F.M.'' Shit!
Our Lady of Blessed Acceleration, don't fail me now!
I don't believe it! It's that shit-box Dodge again.
The bastards are ours now!
Holy shit!
Boys, you in big trouble.
Maury, you owe me.
We'll play anywhere, anytime, for anybody.
Put us in the Double Up Lounge, or the Morgan Park Theatre, or the Crystal.
We always knocked them dead in those joints.
Discos. They're all discos.
Singles. Mixed singles. Gay singles.
These people 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 farkakte suits.
You'll scare people away.
Don't you ever wear blue jeans or jump suits...
like Wayne Cochran and the C.C. Riders?
You gotta come through for us.
We need 5,000 bucks fast.
Five thousand bucks?
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 bucks, 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 Sline?
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.
Get us the hall, and I guarantee we'll pack them in for miles around.
What do you say?
Okay. I'll get you the Palace Hotel.
I'll print up show bills. 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 gig, okay?
Thanks, Maury. Let's go, boys!
Listen, you boys heard me talk about Jake and Elwood.
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 on the streets.
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!
- Tonight only! - From Chicago!
- The Blues Brothers. - Rhythm and Blues Revue.
One night only! The fabulous--
Blues Brothers Show Band and Revue.
You! On the motorcycle!
You two girls!
- Tell your friends! - Free parking.
Two-dollar cover charge only, folks!
- That's a lot of entertainment. - For two dollars.
Will you please put this in the window, 'cause it's real important.
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 Du Page County.
Good. Let's get to the gig.
What is it?
We're out of gas.
Oh, shit.
Wow! A classic. What a room!
This place is gonna swing tonight.
It's a fucking barn. We'll never fill it.
We've gotta fill this hall tonight.
A lot of young children are depending on it.
Young children? What do you mean?
Jake and Elwood are donating the band's share of the door money...
to pay the taxes on the St. Helen's orphanage...
in Calumet City.
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.
It's always late on Thursdays.
I guess we'll have to wait.
Excuse me, sir.
Yes, you. Could you fill it up with premium, and check under the hood?
Sure.
You want I should wash the dead bugs off the windshield?
No. I'm in kind of a hurry.
Where in the hell are they?
So maybe you'd like to come by and see the show.
I'm awfully sorry, but I do have a prior dinner engagement.
Thanks, Marvin.
Get me Troopers Daniel and Mount.
I don't see those Blues Brothers.
We'll wait.
Okay, you're all set.
That'll be $94.
Here's 95. thank you.
Okay. And that's a dollar change.
- Oh, keep the change. - Thanks.
So, look. If your date...
don't work out tonight for any reason...
there's a motel up on the interstate.
Maybe we could, say, meet...
around midnight?
I'll think about it, Elwood, okay?
Bye.
Son of a bitch!
Come on!
We're really late. You'd better step on it.
I always like to perform for angry mobs.
You can't quit now.
What can they be doing?
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 County Assessor's office as soon as they open in the morning.
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!
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
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
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
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...
isopropyl butane monosulfate.
When combined with oxygen and a little heat...
it will cause a rapid expansion.
Poor Min, poor Min
- 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!
Who wants an Orange Whip? Orange Whip?
Three Orange Whips.
Excuse us.
Good evening, ladies.
One, two, one, two, three, four.
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.
We're so glad to see so many lovely people here tonight.
We'd like to welcome all the representatives...
of Illinois' law enforcement community...
who have chosen to join us 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 and survive...
there's still some things that make us all the same.
You. Me. Them. Everybody.
Everybody
Needs somebody
Everybody
Needs somebody to love
Someone to love
Sweetheart to miss
Sugar to kiss
I need you, you, you
In the morning
When my soul's on fire
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 caress.
Because it's so important to have that special somebody...
to hold, kiss, 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, you
In the morning
When my soul's on fire
When there ain't no one around I need you
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
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago
Six and three is nine
Nine and nine is eighteen
Look there, brother, baby and see what I see
- The Mafia's after us now. - You guys were hot!
You were great! I've got to record you.
- 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 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 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.
Me and Elwood are gonna make a break for it. You and the band keep playing.
- Something's wrong. - Where's Jake?
Where'd they 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 Rumanian caterers in the state.
To obtain the seven limousines...
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 kill you and your brother.
Oh, please don't kill 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 tyre! I didn't have 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!
Jake, honey.
Let's go.
Take it easy.
You're now going to totally demolish that car.
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.
Shit, man. Can't this damn thing go any faster than this?
Bob, I think I've got a little problem.
Goddam, boy.
Shit.
Don't you say a fuckin' word.
All units, we have a ten-seven-niner.
Officers are in pursuit:
a black-and-white 1974 Dodge sedan...
southbound on 47.
Respond to signal, ten-seven-niner.
Occupants of vehicle: one Joliet Jake Blues...
one Elwood Blues.
- Considered extremely dangerous. - Gruppenfuehrer!
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?
Five-five.
Car 55. We're in a truck.
Signal ten-seven-niner still engaged.
Vehicle traveling southbound approaching Chicago city limits.
Commander advises will contact Chicago precincts...
for a local intercept.
Maintain pursuit.
Use of unnecessary violence...
in the apprehension of the Blues Brothers has been approved.
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.
Son of a bitch!
There they are.
- Oh, no! - What the fuck was that?
The motor. It's thrown a rod.
- Is that serious? - Yep.
Faster.
Holy shit!
I've always loved you.
There it is!
Come on!
Sir, where's the office of the assessor of Cook County?
Down the hall. Turn right.
Take the elevator to 1102.
thank you, sir.
Excuse me. Did you see two guys...
with black suits and hats, one carrying a briefcase?
Yeah. I just sent them down there.
thank you.
Hold the door.
Let's go.
Can I help you?
- This is where they pay taxes, right? - Right.
This money is for the year's assessment...
on the St. 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.
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 of heard those knocked-out jail birds 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 blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang
Let's rock Everybody, let's rock
Everybody on the whole cell block
Was 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
lf 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