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 favours
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:
OneJoliet 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 travelling 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 Honourable 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 thejoint began to swing
You should of heard those
knocked-out jailbirds sing
Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody on the whole cell block

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