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 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 the joint 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
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
If 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