Oh, God! You Devil

What?

He's making noises.

I'm gonna go take a look.

Hey Bobby.

What is it, son?

Are you hot?

What's the matter, honey?

Tell you what, let's just cool off, okay?

There we go.

Get a little water.

God, make him well.

He's had everything.

Measles, mumps, but this fever, I don't know, it's bad.

Please take care of him, please, I love him so much.

Thank you.

Everybody wants help, oh well.

I hope he isn't gonna be another disappointment.

Hey, Bobby.

Hold the elevator!

You are too young to be retired.

It's not healthy.

You're absolutely right.

Bye, darling.

Hi, it's me.

I'm just calling about dinner plans.

I'm at the office, bye.

Excuse me, Wendy Shelton.

Can you talk?

Uh, not right now, I have people.

Can't take no more.

Stuck his hand up the teacher's dress.

- Aren't you supposed to be at Charlie Gray's?

I was looking for something.

- Listen, I know they're going to like your music.

His father was the same way.

- Good luck, and call me when you know something.

Great, I love you, too.

Bye.

Is your husband a bum, too?

He works at home.

He's a songwriter and musician.

They're all musicians, ain't they?

Let this be the one.

Please, let this be my break.

The worst in 15 years.

Absolutely.

Yeah, good luck to you, too.

What?

Room 211 wants to check out.

Tomorrow morning, if it clears.

He wants to check out now.

Now?

He insists, he's an older gentleman.

Tell him it's out of the question.

Nobody leaves the building.

The National Guard--

I told him all that.

Makes no difference, he wants his bill drawn up.

Absolutely not.

Could you talk to him, Dave?

He's a difficult character.

- For Pete's sake, I haven't got time for this nonsense!

This guy's a weirdo, Dave, talk to him.

All right, all right, I'll talk to him

and don't call me Dave!

What's this idiot's name?

Tophet, Harry Tophet.

Tophet.

Mr. Tophet.

Mr. Tophet, this is the manager.

Come on in.

Nice weather, huh?

Mr. Tophet--

- I'll need my car in about ten minutes.

- I told him the roads were closed, the cops--

Mr. Tophet--

Call me Harry, and I've never met

a cop yet who couldn't use an extra $20.

- Listen, six people have already died in this storm.

Good, good, good, good, good.

- I don't want to be responsible for another.

Mr. Tophet I'm going to insist

that you remain in this hotel.

You're not insisting anything.

What the hell was that?

Get Mr. Tophet's car.

What the hell was that?

Get his car, get his car.

Get his car.

I love to scare the hell out of people.

Monroe, I'd like to speak to Arnie.

Yeah, this is Charlie.

Arnie.

Let me tell you why I called.

You guessed?

You're a mind reader, you know that?

He guessed.

He must be a mind reader.

So you listened to it last night?

And what do you think?

Sure I want you to be honest with me.

You hated the tape, huh?

No, no, listen.

Why beat around the bush, right?

Christ!

- You thought the lyrics were a little too highbrow, uh huh?

Too highbrow for him, that jerk!

Please be quiet.

No, there I disagree with you.

I think he has a good voice.

Not great.

I have to listen to this?

It's the only way you learn.

Learn what?

- Arnie, if you don't want it, you don't want it.

We go back a long way, right?

Six months.

I respect you.

You respect--

You got another call?

Right, beautiful.

He hates it.

He said he wouldn't play it for his dog.

You ever hear that before, wouldn't play it for a dog?

That's a new one on me, Charlie.

Unbelievable.

Bobby.

Let me tell you something as a manager

and your personal friend.

Your career doesn't seem to be taking off.

I'm aware.

Listen to me Bobby.

You're pushing 30.

I'm pushing 50 with two kids in college.

And 10% of your income, which over

the past year has averaged--

$273 a month.

$272.60.

Which means I get $27.26 a month.

Bobby, I know that I promised

not to ask you to do this again.

What?

This is a beautiful gig.

What?

Do this for me, please.

What, Charlie?

It's a wedding.

No!

It's in Brentwood.

No!

A neurosurgeon, Bobby.

It pays $500.

It was Danny Stein's gig, but he got busted last week.

$500?

You'll do it?

Yeah, what the hell?

I'm not going anywhere.

You are doing 100% the right thing!

Yeah, yeah, sure.

What?

What can I tell you?

I just never thought things were gonna turn out like this.

- There aren't many stars in this business Bobby.

It's enough to make a living.

Think about that.

It just hurts.

I'd sell my soul to the Devil to make it in this business,

just for the chance.

- Today's best bets, today's best bets.

- The computer's on the blink again.

I've had this guy for years.

Him, too.

Look at that face.

What a pussycat.

- I'd sell my soul to the Devil to make it in this business.

Interesting.

- Shelton, Bobby, born March 23, 1956.

Married, no children.

Watched over by God April 16, 1960.

Watched over by God April 16, 1960.

Sorry, pal, he asked for me.

That's the rules.

He asks for me, he's mine

and none of your tricks either.

I can't even talk about it.

It's one lousy wedding.

You'll play, it will be over.

I'll meet you later at Genaro's for dinner.

The point is I'm pushing 30.

I should do something, go to law school, apply at least.