you?
- Hejust got outtaJoliet.
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!
How much foryour wife?
We're putting the band back together.
We need you, man. We need your horn.
I really can't.
We got everybody except
Matt ''Guitar'' Murphy and Blue Lou.
- We're getting them next.
- No way.
Ifyou say no, Elwood and I
will come here for breakfast...
lunch and dinner
every day ofthe week.
Okay. I'll play.
You got me.
Sir?
White men!
White women!
The swastika is calling you!
The sacred and ancient symbol
ofyour race...
since the beginning oftime.
TheJew is using the black...
as muscle against you.
And you are left there, helpless.
-Fuckyou!
-What are you gonna do about it, whity?
-Just sit there?
- Go back where you came from!
Ofcourse not!
- Son ofa bitch!
- You are going tojoin...
with us...
the members of...
the American Socialist
White People's Party:
an organization ofdecent...
law-abiding white folk...
just like you.
Go to hell, bastards!
Go to hell!
I pledge allegiance to Adolf Hitler...
the immortal leader ofour race.
To the order for which he stands.
One great cause.
Sacred and invincible.
Hey, what's going on?
Those bums won their court case
so they're marching today.
- What bums?
- The fucking Nazi party.
Illinois Nazis.
I hate Illinois Nazis.
Heil Hitler!
Ten-hut!
- Gruppenfuehrer!
- Yes, sir!
Get that car's license plate number.
We're gonna kill
that son ofa bitch.
Come on home, babe
Oh, come on home, woman
Oh, come on home, pretty baby
lloveyou
When she walk that walk
Andtalk that talk
And whisperin my ear
Tellme thatshe love me
llove that talk
That baby talk
When she talk like that
lcan't take it like that
Come on home to me, baby
Walkyour walk
Talkyourtalk
Talkyourtalk, baby
Thankyou, ladies and gentlemen.
That was ''Boom, Boom,''
a song that I wrote back in the '50s.
- No, you didn't.
- It was a hit.
- No, you didn't.
- Yes, I did.
I wrote ''Boom, Boom''!
I wrote ''Boom, Boom''!
- Can I help you, boys?
- You got any white bread?
Yes.
I'll have some
toasted white bread, please.
You want butter orjam
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.
- 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! Shit!
The Blues Brothers!
- Hi,Jake!
- Matt! How you doing?
- How wasJoliet?
- 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.
Don't talk that way around here.
My old lady--
- She'll kill me.
- 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 ''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 white hoodlum friends.
But, babes! This isJake and Elwood!
The Blues Brothers!
The Blues Brothers! Shit!
They still owe you money, fool!
Ma'am.
Would it make you feel better
ifyou knew...
that what we're asking Matt to do
is a holy thing?
You see,
we're on a mission from God.