Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Page #5

It's man devouring man, my dear,

And who are we to deny it in here?

Ah, these are desperate

times, Mrs. Lovett,

and desperate measures are called for.

Here we are now,

hot out of the oven...

What is that?

It's priest.

Have a little priest.

Is it really good?

Sir, it's too good, at least.

Then again, they don't commit sins

of the flesh, so it's pretty fresh.

Awful lot of fat.

- Only where it sat.

Haven't you got poet

or something like that?

No, you see the trouble with poet is,

how do you know it's deceased?

Try the priest.

Lawyer's rather nice.

If it's for a price.

Order something else, though, to follow,

since no one should swallow it twice.

Anything thats lean.

Well, then, if youre

British and loyal, you might...

...might enjoy Royal Marine.

Anyway, it's clean.

Though, of course, it tastes

of wherever it's been.

Is that squire on the fire?

Mercy no, sir, look closer,

you'll notice it's grocer.

Looks thicker.

More like vicar.

No, it has to be grocer - it's green.

The history of the world, my love-

Save a lot of graves,

do a lot of relatives favors...

Is those below

serving those up above.

Everybody shaves,

so there should be plenty of flavors...

How gratifying for once to know-

That those above will

serve those down below!

What is that?

It's fop.

Finest in the shop.

Or we have some shepherd's pie

peppered With actual shepherd on top.

And I've just begun.

Here's a politician - so oily,

it's served with a doily- Have one?

Put it on a bun.

Well, you never

know if it's going to run.

Try the friar.

Fried, it's drier.

No, the clergy is really

too coarse and too mealy.

Then actor

- That's compacter.

Yes, and always arrives overdone.

I'll come again when you

have Judge on the menu...

Have charity towards the world, my pet-

Yes, yes, I know, my love

We'll take the customers

that we can get.

High,born and low, my love.

We'll not discriminate

great from small.

No, we'll serve anyone-

Well serve anyone-

And to anyone at all!

So it's true.

Sir... A gentlemen knocks

before entering a lady's room.

Indeed he does... But I see no lady.

I told myself the sailor was lying...

That my Johanna would never betray me.

Never hurt me so.

Sir... I will leave this place.

I think that only appropriate.

Since you no longer find

my company to your liking,

we shall provide you with new lodgings.

Until this moment I

have spared the rod...

And the ungrateful child

has broken my heart.

When you have learned to

appreciate what you have,

perhaps we shall meet again.

Until then...

Think on your sins.

JOHANNA!

Where are you taking her?!

Tell me or I swear by God...!

Would you kill me, boy?!

Here i stand!

I feel you, Johanna,

I feel you.

Do they think that walls can hide you?

Even now I'm at your window.

I am in the dark beside you,

buried sweetly in your yellow hair,

Johanna...

And are you beautiful and pale,

with yellow hair, like her?

I'd want you beautiful and pale,

the way I've dreamed you were...

Johanna...

And if you're beautiful, what then,

with yellow hair, like wheat?

I think we shall not meet again-

My little dove, my sweet...

Johanna... I'll steal you, Johanna

Goodbye, Johanna,

You're gone,

and yet you're mine.

I'm fine, Johanna,

I'm fine!

Smoke! Smoke!

Sign of the devil! Sign of the devil!

City on fire!

Witch! Witch!

Smell it, sir! An evil smell!

Every night at the vespers bell-

Smoke that comes from the mouth of hell-

City on fire!

City on fire...

Mischief! Mischief! Mischief...

And if I never hear your voice,

my turtledove, my dear,

I still have reason to rejoice:

The way ahead is clear...

Johanna...

I feel you...

- And in that darkness when I'm blind

Johanna...

- with what I can't forget-

It's always morning in my mind,

my little lamb, my pet...

Johanna...

You stay, Johanna...

The way I've dreamed you are.

Oh look, Johanna-,

A star!

- Buried sweetly in your yellow hair...

A shooting star!

There! There!

Somebody, somebody look up there!

Didn't I tell you? Smell that air?

City on fire!

Quick, sir! Run and tell!

Warn 'em all of the witch's spell!

There it is, there it is,

the unholy smell!

Tell it to the Beadle

and the police as well!

Tell 'em! Tell 'em!

Help! Fiend!

City on fire...

Mischief... Mischief...

And though I'll think of you,

I guess, until the day I die,

I think I miss you less and

less as every day goes by...

And you'd be beautiful and

pale, and look too much like her.

If only angels could prevail,

we'd be the way we were.

I feel you...

Johanna...

Wake up, Johanna!

Another bright red day!

We learn, Johanna, to say...

...Goodbye.

I'll steal you...

Ladies and gentlemen,

May I have your attention, please?

Are your nostrils aquiver

and tingling as well

at that delicate,

luscious ambrosial smell?

Yes they are, I can tell...

Well, ladies and gentlemen,

that aroma enriching the breeze

is like nothing compared

to its succulent source,

as the gourmets among you

will tell you, of course.

Ladies and gentlemen, you can't imagine

the rapture in store-

Just inside of this door!

There you'll sample

Mrs. Lovett's meat pies,

Savory and sweet pies,

as you'll see.

You who eat pies,

Mrs. Lovett's meat pies

Conjure up the

treat pies used to be!

Toby!

- Coming!

Ale there!

- Right, mum!

Quick, now!

Nice to see you, dearie...

How have you been keeping?...

Cor, me bones is weary!

Toby-!

One for the gentleman...

Hear the birdies cheeping-

Helps to keep it cheery...

Toby!

Throw the old woman out!

What's my secret?

Frankly, dear - forgive my candor-

Family secret,

all to do with herbs.

Things like being

careful with your coriander,

That's what makes the gravy grander-!

Eat them slow and feel the

crust, how thin I rolled it!

Eat them slow,

'cos every one's a prize!

Eat them slow, 'cos that's

the lot and now we've sold it!

Come again tomorrow-!

- Hold it!

Bless my eyes-!

Fresh supplies!

How about it, dearie?

- Is that a pie fit for a king,

Be here in a twinkling!

Just confirms me theory-

Toby

- ! God watches over us.

- A wondrous sweet and

most delectable thing?

Didn't have an inkling... Positively eerie...

- You see, maam, why there is no meat pie-

Toby! Throw the old woman out!

...which is not to say we couldn't get

some nice taxidermy animals to bring

a touch of gentility to the place.

You know, a boar's head or two...

Mr. T., are you listening to me?

Of course.

Then what did I just say?

There must be a way to the Judge!

Judge! Always harping

on the bloody old Judge!

We got a nice respectable business

now, money coming in regular and -

since we're careful to pick and choose

- only strangers and people wot won't be missed

who's going to catch on?

Oooh, Mr. Todd- I'm so happy-

I could-

Eat you up, I really could!

You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?

What I dream- If the business stays

as good, where I'd really like to go...

In a year or so...

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