under suspension. Step out of the car, please. First you trade the Cadillac for a microphone. Then you lie to me about the band. Now you're gonna put me right back in the joint! They're not gonna catch us. We're on a mission from God. We are in high-speed pursuit northbound on Courtland Avenue. Black-and-white 1974 Dodge sedan with Illinois plates. Request assistance. We'll be all right if we can 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 of this parking lot? - Will there be anything else? - Do you have Miss Piggy? - There's pants and burgers. - Yeah, lots of space 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, shit! 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, first thing. And how are you going to get to work... Mr Lead Foot, Mr Hot-Rodder, Mr Motor Head? Those cops took your license away. They got your name, your address. No, they don't got my address. I falsified my renewal. I put down 1060 West Addison. That's Wrigley Field. I gotta hit the sack. Hey, you sleaze! My bed! This, gentlemen, is the elegant abode of one 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. Thank you. - 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. Thank you. You're marvellous. Thank you. 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-fucker? Let's get something straight here. The reason he got locked in the slam in the first place... was for sticking up a gas station to cover you guys. You're kidding. He pulled that job to pay for the band's room-service tab... from that Kiwanis gig in Coal City. - You did? - That's ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Сатурн 3 на английском - текст Октябрь на английском - текст Пыль на английском - текст Война в доме на английском - текст Клуб Парадиз на английском |