Beat the Devil

Traded a sunrise for a sunset.

That's what I did.

If I knew then what I know now, man!

Man, you don't have a clue what I'm talking about.

Afraid not.

I've got the Godfather of Soul for Mr. Enkman.

What you're about to hear, it doesn't mean anything.

How do I look?

Stick your face in the hole.

My face?

Stick it in the hole!

My face?

Face in the hole!

My face?

Face in-shit!

Gentlemen, be seated.

Does he know I'm here?

Are you ready for the dynamite band?

You remember me?

Hey, what's up, James?

I ain't seen you for a while, baby.

I'm aging. I'm aging.

No kidding?

I got to have some help.

I want to renegotiate the contract- my contract.

Check with the judge.

You rock and roll types, you preach the cult of originality,

but at the end of the day, you're all the same!

But at the end of the day, what have you got?

You know...

Our deal was your soul for fame and fortune.

Didn't I deliver?

Yes.

Yeah.

But the aging process-

When did you figure that out?

Well, I'll tell you-

It ain't easy to be James Brown and scare the kids.

Dude, you scare me, and I'm the Prince of Darkness.

Whoah, I feel good!

I knew that I would now.

Which explains my visit.

I'm talking about a friendly wager.

But I like the concept of "winner take all."

What are you proposing?

Another soul for another 50 years.

My driver, my minder-

Our original deal no longer stands.

The aging process has lessened my ability to perform.

I can't maintain my fame and fortune.

I hear where you're coming from.

Does he perform?

I don't know.

Do you perform?

I know a thing or two about performing.

I feel good.

I want my band!

Hit it.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Get up.

Get on up.

Get up.

Get on up.

Stay on the scene

like a sex machine.

Get on up.

Is he part of this deal, or what?

Like a sex machine.

Mr. Brown, this is not what we agreed!