Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Page #3

I thank you, sir.

You are a paragon of integrity.

Well, I try to do my best for

my friends and neighbors...

Your establishment is

in Fleet Street, you say?

Yes, sir.

Then, Mr. Todd, you will surely

see me there before the week is out.

You will be welcome, Beadle Bamford,

and I can guarantee to give

you without a penny's charge,

the closest shave you will ever know.

Come on, off...

...Like to give me a coronary right there!

...It's not much of a chair,

but it'll do.

Was me poor Albert's chair.

Sat in it all day long he did,

after his leg give out with the gout.

Why doesn't the Beadle come?

"Before the week is out,"

that's what he said.

And who says the week's out?

It's only Tuesday.

Easy now.

Hush, love, hush.

Dont distress yourself,

Whats your rush?

Keep your thoughts

nice and lush.

Wait.

Hush, love, hush.

Think it through.

Once it bubbles,

then whats to do?

Watch it close.

Let it brew.

Wait.

Ive been thinking, flowers-

Maybe daisies-

To brighten up the room.

Dont you think some flowers,

pretty daisies,

might relieve the gloom?

Ah, wait, love, wait.

And the Judge?

When will we get to him?

Can't you think of nothing else?

Always broodin' away on yer wrongs what

happened heaven knows how many years ago...

Come on.

Slow, love, slow.

Time's so fast.

Now goes quickly, see

Now it's past!

Soon will come,

soon will last.

Wait.

Dont you know,

silly man,

half the fun is to

plan the plan?

All good things come to

those who can

wait.

Gillyflowers, maybe,

'stead of daisies...

I dont know, though...

What do you think?

Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me...

Mrs. Lovett, sir.

A pleasure, ma'am -

Mr. Todd, there's a

girl who needs my help,

such a sad girl and lonely,

and beautiful too and-

Slow down, slow down.

Yes, I'm sorry...

This girl has a guardian

who he keeps her locked away.

But then this morning she dropped this...

It's surely a sign that

Johanna wants me to help her

that's her name, Johanna -

and Turpin that of her guardian.

A judge of some sort...

Once he goes to court, Im going to

slip into the house and release her

and beg her to come

away with me. Tonight.

Oh, this is very romantic.

Yes, but- I don't know

anyone in London, you see.

And I need somewhere safe to bring her

till I've hired a coach to take us away.

If I could keep her here, just for an hour

or two, I would forever be in your debt.

Bring her here, love.

Thank you, ma'am...

...Mr. Todd?

Thank you, my friend.

Seems like the fates are

favoring you at last, Mr. T.

What is it, love?

You'll have her back

before the day is out.

What about him?

Oh, him? Let him bring her here and

then, since you're so hot for a little -

that's the throat to slit, my dear.

Poor little Johanna.

All those years without a

scrap of motherly affection.

Well, we'll soon see to that...

Keep the boy downstairs.

Signora, is Mr. Todd at home?

Plying his trade upstairs...

Would you look at it, now!

You wouldn't mind if I gave him

a nice juicy meat pie, would yer?

Yes, yes, whatever you like.

Come with me now.

Your teeth is strong, I hope?

Sit down,

Come in.

Mr. Todd.

Signor Pirelli.

Call me Danny. Daniel Higgins' the

Daniel Higgins' the name

when it's not professional...

I'd like me five quid

back, if' n ya don't mind.

Why?

Because you entered into our little

wager on false pretenses, me friend...

And so you might remember to be

more forthright in the future,

you'll be handing over half your

profits to me, share and share alike...

...Mr. Benjamin Barker.

Here you are, tuck in.

Like to see a man with a healthy appetite.

Reminds me of my dear Albert,

like to gorge himself to bloatation, he did.

He didn't have your nice full head though-

To tell the truth -

it gets awful hot.

...yes, this will do very nicely...

You don't remember me.

Well, why should you?

I was just a down and

out Irish pug you hired

for a couple of weeks

- sweeping up hair -

But I remember these -

And how could I ever

forget you, Mr. Barker?

I used to sit right there,

and dream of the day I could be

a proper barber meself...

You might say you was an inspiration to me.

So, do we have a deal, or

should I run down the street

for me old pal Beadle Bamford?

What do you say to

that now, Mr. Sweeney T-?

My my my, always work to be done.

Spic-and-span,

that's my motto.

So, ah, how did you end up with

that dreadful italian?

Got me from the workhouse.

Been there since I was born.

Oh God! He's got an

appointment with his tailor-

If he's late, he'll blame me-!

Wait-!

Signor, you got an appointment...

Signor Pirelli has been called away.

You better run after him.

Oh no, sir. I better wait for

him here or it'll be a lashing.

He's a great one for the lashings.

So, hmmm, Mrs. Lovett

gave you a pie, did she?

She's a real lady.

That she is...

But if I know a growing boy, there's

still room for some more pie, eh?

Yes, sir.

Then why don't you wait

for your master downstairs?

There'll be another pie

in it for you, I'm sure...

No, I should stay here.

I tell you what...

Why don't you tell Mrs. Lovett I said

to give you a nice big tot of gin?

Thank you, sir!

This is the second time, sir, that you

have been brought before this bench.

Though it is my earnest wish to

ever temper justice with mercy,

your persistent dedication to a life of

crime is an abomination before God and man.

I therefore sentence you to hang

by the neck until you are dead

and may the Lord have

mercy on your soul.

This court is adjourned.

Thank you, your Honor.

Just the sentence we wanted.

Was he guilty?

Well, if he didn't do it, he's surely

done something to warrant a hanging.

What man has not?

Sir?

No matter -

Come, walk home with me.

I have news for you, my friend.

In order to shield her from

the evils of this world,

I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.

Ah, sir, happy news indeed.

Strange, though, when I offered myself

to her she showed a certain... reluctance.

Excuse me, my lord,

May I request, my lord,

Permission, my lord, to speak?

Forgive me if I suggest, my lord,

You're looking less

than your best, my lord,

There's powder upon your vest, my lord.

And stubble upon your cheek,

And ladies, my lord, are weak.

Stubble, you say?

Perhaps at times I am a little

overhasty with my morning ablutions...

Fret not though, my lord,

I know a place, my lord,

A barber, my lord, of skill.

Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord,

Some eau de cologne to brace my lord

And musk to enhance the chase, my lord,

You'll dazzle the girl until

she bows to your every will.

A barber, eh? Take me to him.

His name is Todd, my lord.

And he is the very

last word in barberin'.

You ought to slow down a bit, lad.

It'll go to your head.

They used to give it to us at the

workhouse, so's we could sleep.

Not that you'd ever want to

sleep in that place, ma'am.

Not with the things

that happen in the dark.

That's nice, dear...

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