Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Page #4

I think I'll just pop in

on Mr. Todd for a tick.

You'll be all right here?

Leave the bottle.

Gawd, the lad is drinking

me out of house and home,

how long until Pirelli gets back?

He won't be back.

Mr. T., you didn't!

You're barking mad!

Killing a man wot done you no harm!

He recognized me from the old days.

He tried to blackmail

me - half me earnings.

Oh well, that's a different matter!

For a moment there I thought

you'd lost your marbles!

Ooooh! All that blood!

Poor bugger. Oh, well.

Well, waste not, want not...

So...

What are we going to

do about the boy then?

Send him up.

Oh, we don't need to worry

about him, he's a simple thing.

Send him up.

Now, Mr. T., surely

one's enough for today.

'Sides, I was thinking about hiring

a lad to help around the shop,

me poor knees not being

what they used to be.

All right.

'Course we'll have to

stock up on the gin,

the boy drinks like a Barbary sailor -

The Judge.

Get out.

Get out!

Mr. Todd?

At your service...

An honor to receive

your patronage, my lord.

You know me, sir?

Who in this wide world does

not know the great Judge Turpin?

These premises are hardly prepossessing

and yet the Beadle tells me

you are the most accomplished

of all the barbers in the city.

That is gracious of him, sir...

And what may I do for you today, sir?

A stylish trimming of the hair?

A soothing skin massage?

Sit, sir. Sit.

You see, sir, a man

infatuate with love,

her ardent and eager slave.

So fetch the pomade and pumice stone

and lend me a more seductive tone,

a sprinkling perhaps of French cologne,

But first, sir, I think - a shave.

The closest I ever gave.

You're in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd.

'Tis your delight, sir, catching fire

from one man to the next.

'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire

the blood to pound,

the heart leap higher.

What more, what more can man require-

Than love, sir?

More than love, sir.

What, sir?

Women.

Ah yes, women.

Pretty women.

Now then, my friend.

Now to your purpose.

Patience, enjoy it.

Revenge can't be taken in haste.

Make haste, and if we wed,

you'll be commended, sir.

My lord...

And who, may it be said,

is your intended, sir?

My ward.

And pretty as a rosebud.

Pretty as her mother?

What? What was that?

Oh, nothing, sir. Nothing.

May we proceed?

Pretty women...

Fascinating...

Sipping coffee, Dancing...

Pretty women

are a wonder.

Pretty women.

Sitting in the window or

standing on the stair,

Something in them cheers the air.

Pretty women...

Silhouetted...

Stay within you...

Glancing...

Stay forever...

Breathing lightly...

Pretty women...

Pretty women!

Blowing out their candles or

combing out their hair...

Then they leave...

Even when they leave you

and vanish, they somehow

can still remain

there with you,

they're there.

Ah, pretty women...

At their mirrors...

In their gardens...

Letter-writing...

Flower-picking...

Weather-watching...

How they make a man sing!

Proof of heaven

as you're living-

Pretty women, sir!

Mr. Todd! I've seen Johanna!

She said she'll leave with me tonight...!

You! -

There is indeed a higher power

to warn me thus in time-

Johanna elope with you?

I'll make sure that neither

you nor any other vile men

shall ever set eyes on her again...!

And as for you, barber,

it is all too clear what

company you keep.

Service them well and

hold their custom -

for you'll have none of mine.

Mr. Todd - you have to help me

Out.

- Mr. Todd, please

Out.

- Mr. Todd-

OUT!

All this shouting and running about,

what's happened-?

I had him -

The sailor busted in, I know,

I saw them both running down the street-

I had him! His throat was bare beneath my hand

- There, there, dear. Calm down

- No, I had him!

His throat was there,

And he'll never come again!

Easy now.

Hush, love, hush.

I keep telling you-

- When?!

What's your rush?

- Why did I wait?

You told me to wait!

Now he'll never come again...

There's a hole in the world

like a great black pit

and it's filled with people

who are filled with sh*t

And the vermin of the world

inhabit it -

But not for long!

They all deserve to die!

Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett,

Tell you why:

Because in all of the whole

human race, Mrs. Lovett

there are two kinds

of men and only two.

There's the one staying put

in his proper place

and the one with his foot

in the other one's face-

Look at me, Mrs. Lovett,

Look at you -

No, we all deserve to die!

Even you, Mrs. Lovett,

Even I.

Because the lives of

the wicked should be-

Made brief.

For the rest of us,

death will be a relief-

We all deserve to die!

And I'll never see Johanna,

No, I'll never hug my girl to me-

Finished!

All right! You, sir,

how about a shave?

Come and visit your

good friend, Sweeney...!

You, sir, too, sir-

Welcome to the grave!

I will have vengeance,

I will have salvation!

Who, sir? You, sir?

No ones in the chair-

Come on, come on, Sweeney's waiting!

I want you bleeders!

You, sir - anybody!

Gentlemen, now don't be shy!

Not one man, no,

nor ten men,

nor a hundred

can assuage me-

I will have you!

And I will get him back

even as he gloats.

In the meantime I'll practice

on less honorable throats-

And my Lucy lies in ashes

And I'll never see my girl again,

But the work waits,

I'm alive at last

And I'm full of JOY!

That's all very well, but what

are we going to do about him?

Hello?

Do you hear me?

Come on... Oh,

you great useless thing...

Sit down!

There, drink it down.

Now, we got a body

molderin' away upstairs.

what do you intend we

should do about that?

Later on, when it's dark, we'll take

him to some secret place and bury him.

Well, yes, of course, we could do that.

I don't suppose he's got any relatives going

to come poking around looking for him...

Seems a downright shame...

Shame?

Seems an awful waste...

Such a nice plump frame

Wot's-his-name

Has... Had... Has...

Nor it can't be traced.

Business needs a lift-

Debts to be erased-

Think of it as thrift,

as a gift...

If you get my drift...

Seems an awful waste.

I mean, with the price

of meat what it is,

When you get it,

If you get it...

Ah-

Good, you got it.

Take, for instance,

Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop.

Business never better,

using only pussycats and toast.

And a p*ssy's good for maybe

six or seven at the most.

And I'm sure they can't

compare as far as taste-

Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion,

eminently practical and

yet appropriate as always.

Well, it does seem a waste!

Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived without you

all these years I'll never know!

- Think about it...

How delectable!

Also undetectable!

Lots of other gentlemen'll

soon be coming for a shave.

How choice! How rare!

- Won't they? Think of all them - Pies!

For what's the sound

of the world out there?

What, Mr. Todd, What, Mr. Todd,

what is that sound?

Those crunching noises

pervading the air?

Yes, Mr. Todd,

Yes, Mr. Todd, yes, all around.

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