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-fucker?
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 shit.
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 shit
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 Pйrignon '71
at $1 20.
That'll be fii ne, pal.
Seriously, the food here is really
expensive. The soup is fucking $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