Sister Mary turns and slams the door. Jake and Elwood get up painfully.
CURTIS: Boys, you gotta learn not to talk to nuns that way.
Jake and Elwood turn and see CURTIS, an old, black man dressed exactly like the Blues Brothers and wearing a big smile. The boys are obviously very happy to see him. They rush up and pump both of his hands vigorously.
JAKE: Curtis! Curtis, it's good to see you, man.
ELWOOD: Curtis, you look fine, man!
CURTIS: Buy you boys a drink?
Camera: CUT TO
Location: INT. ORPHANAGE BOILER ROOM - DAY
This is where Curtis lives. The boys sit on his cot as he sits in an old rocker. They pass around a bottle of Jack Daniels. Two very weathered-looking guitars hang on the wall. There is an enormous boiler with pipes leading out and steam hissing. It's hot and horrible down there.
CURTIS: Boys, things are bad. They're gonna sell this place to the Board of Education and I'll be on the street.
CURTIS: Boys, that money's gotta be in the Cook County Assessor's Office within eleven days.
JAKE: They wouldn't turn you out, would they?
CURTIS: Shit! What's one more old nigger to the Board of Education?
ELWOOD: Curtis, you and Penguin are the only family we've got and you're the only one who was ever good to us. Singin Emore James tunes and blowing the harp for us down here.
CURTIS: Well, the Sister's right. You boys could use a little churchin'up. Slide down to the get Triple Rock and catch Reverend Cleophus the preacher there. You boys listen to what he's got to say.
JAKE: Curtis, I don't want to listen to no jive-ass preacher talk to me about heaven and hell.
CURTIS: Jake, you-get wise you get to church!