Sweeney Todd Saturday MDT 2018

His skin was pale and his eye was odd.

Shaved the faces of gentlemen who never thereafter woke up again. He tore off the hats of few who had trod his sweet path.

He tore up the Fleet Street. Kept the shop in London Town. A fancy plaint and good renown.

What if none of their souls perceive me, but if their weak attention?

When, if we meet, my sweet and taunt, a dean and barber of Fleet Street? Swing your razor wide. Fly sweet, bold into the skies, freely flows the blood of those who martyred.

—bring a child with a bib and all. For neatness he deserves it not. Though sweet he talked, said he would walk each street. Inconspicuous Sweeney was, quick and quiet and clean he was. Back of his smile, under his word, Sweeney heard music that nobody heard.

Sweeney muttered and Sweeney burned like a perfect machine he burned. Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle, Sweeney Serve the dark and avengeful god. Serve the dark and avengeful god. What happened to them? Well, that's the play, and he wouldn't want us to give it away. Nasweeni. Nasweeni Todd. The demon Barbara Fleet. Fleet. I have sailed the world beheld I've seen the world and its wonders, from the Dardanelles to the mountains of Peru, but there's no place like London. I feel home again. I would hear the city bells ring whatever I would do. No, there's no place like London. Mr. Tolson. You are young, life has been kind to you. You will learn. It is here we go our several ways. Farewell, Anthony. I will not soon forget the good ship Bountiful, nor the young sailor who saved my life. There's no cause to thank me for that, sir. I would have been a very poor Christian indeed if I'd seen him Pitching and tossing on that raft did not get me along. There was many a Christian who would have done just that and not lost a wink's sleep for it either.

Altars for a miserable woman on a miserable chilly morning. Thank you, sir, thank you. How would you like a little pasty? I'll be your girlfriend, you won't have to bed her on the dot. Wouldn't you like to take He danced and he beat my boyfriend and I beat up some freaky frogs. Sometimes you are a bitchy old woman. What's got wandering wits ain't no time to listen.

Must you glare at me, woman? Off with you!

Off I say! Then how would you like a little kiss, dear? I'll be your girlfriend, you won't regret it. Off I say! To the devil with you!

Pardon me, sir, but there's no cause to fear the likes of her. She's only a half-crazed beggar woman. London's full of them. I beg your indulgence, boy. My mind is far from easy, for in these once familiar streets I feel the chill of ghostly shadows everywhere. Forgive me. There's nothing to forgive. Farewell, Anthony. Mr. Todd, before we part, what is it? I've honored my promise never to question you. Whatever brought you to that sorry shipwreck is your affair. And yet, during the many weeks of the voyage home, I've come to think of you as a friend. And if trouble lies ahead of you in London, If you need help or money— No! There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it, and its morals aren't worth what a pig would spit, and it goes by the name of London. At the top of the hooks are the privileged few, making mock of the vermin in the lower soup, and imputing it to filth and greed. I too have sailed the world and seen seen its wonders, for the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru, but there's no place like London. There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful. A foolish bargain, and his wife, she was his reason and his life. And she was beautiful, and she was virtuous, and he was naive. There was another man who saw that she was beautiful. A pious vulture of the law who with a gesture of his claw removed the barber from his blade. Then there was nothing but to wait and she would fall. So soft, so young, so lost. I was so beautiful. And the lady, sir? Did she succumb? Ah, that was many years ago. I doubt if anyone would know. Now leave me, Anthony. There is somewhere I must go, something I must find out now and alone. But surely we will meet again before Master Clements. If you want, you may well look for me, but on Fleet Street I wouldn't wander. Until then, Mr. Tawker. The vermin of the world inhabit it. It's more blood-worth than a pig could spit.

A customer! Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry? You gave me such a fright, I thought you was a ghost! Off I made a conscious effort to keep it out, but it all amended back. I haven't seen a customer for weeks. Did you call me for a pie, sir? Do you forgive me if me head's a little vague?

What is that?

What, you think we have the plague? From the way the people keep avoiding eye contact, heaven knows I try! Yes, but there's no one comes in either to inhale. Might you ask them would you like a proper vial? Mind you, I can hardly blame them. These are probably the worst pies in London. I know why nobody cares to take them. I should know, I make them. But good— no, the worst pies in London. Even that's polite. The worst pies in London. If you're doubtful, take a bite. Is that just disgusting? You have to concede it, it's nothing but crusting. Here, drink this. You made it the worst pies in London, and no wonder with the price of meat what it is when you get it. Never thought I'd live to see the day, man, and think it was a treat finding more animals. What's a tiger In the street, Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop, does her business, but I've noticed something weird. Laying all the neighbors' cats with some beer, thought I'd get to her once I called. Enter Freud, popping pussies into pies, wouldn't do in my shop. Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick, and I'm telling you, them pussycats is quick. No denying, times is awesome, even harder than the worst boys in London. Only lard and nothing more is That's just revolting, all greasy and gritty. It looks like it's molting and tastes like— well, pippi. A woman alone waits for the limousine to wake at lower Hyde in London. Oh, sir, times is hard, times is hard.

Go on, dear, spit it out on the floor there.

There's worse than that down there. That's a giveaway.

There's another room up there above the shop. If times are so hard, why don't you rent it out, sir?

It should bring in something. Up there? No one will get near it. People think it's haunted. You see, years ago, something happened up there. Something not very nice.

There was a father and his wife, and he was beautiful, a proper artist with a knife.

But they tried wanted him for life, and he was beautiful. Barker, his name was.

Benjamin Barker. Transported? What was his crime?

Foolishness. He had this wife, you see, a racy little thing, silly little nit, had her chance for the On a string. Poor thing. Poor thing. There were these two, you see. One did her like mad. One of them a judge, one of them a speedo. Every day they'd nudge and they'd wheedle. Still she wouldn't budge from her needle. Too bad! Your thing! So they nearly shipped the poor blighter off south, they did, leaving her with nothing but grief and a year-old kid. Did she use her head? Even then? Oh no, God forbid! Poor fool! Ah, but there was worse yet to come, poor thing. Joanna, that was the baby's name. Pretty little Joanna. Go on! My, but you do like a good story, don't you? Well, Beetle calls on her all her life.

Poor thing, poor thing.

The judge, he tells her, is all contrite. He blames himself for her dreadful plight. She must come straight to his house tonight. Poor thing, poor thing. Drinks popping, the judge has repented, she thinks, buzzing. Oh, where is Judge Turpin? She asks. He was there, all right, only not so good's right. She wasn't no match for such craft, you see, and everyone thought it so wrong. They figured she had to be docked. Yes, he. So all of them stood there and laughed. Yes, he. Poor soul. Poor thing. Would no one have mercy on her? So it is you, Benjamin Barker.

Not Barker. Not Barker. Talk now, Sweeney Todd. So changed.

What did they do to you down in bloody Australia, old rabbit?

Where is my wife?

Where's Lucy? She poisoned herself. Arsenic from the apothecary on the corner. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen to me. And my daughter? Johanna? He's got her. He? Judge Turpin. Even he had a conscience tucked away somewhere, I suppose, adopted alike his own. And you could say it was good luck for her, almost.

15 years spent in a living hell on a trumped-up charge, hoping that maybe one day I might come home to a loving wife and child. Let them quake in their boots. Judge Turpin and the Beadle, for their hour has come.

You're gonna get 'em? You, a bleeding little nobody of a runaway convict? Don't make me laugh. You'll never get His Iron Mightiness, nor the Beadle neither, not in a million years. You got any money? Hey, listen to me, you got any money?

No money.

Well, then how you gonna live? I'll live!

If I have to sweat in the sewers or the plague hospital, I'll live! And I'll have them! Oh, you poor thing. You poor thing.

Wait. See, it don't have to be the sewers or the plague hospitals. When they come for the little girl, I eat them, I got two rows! Maybe the poor silly flies will be back again, and you'll be— Cracked in the head, wouldn't I? Times as bad as they are, I could have got 5, maybe 10 quid for him any day. See, you can be a barber again. My, them handles is chased silver, ain't they?

Silver? Yes, these are Come, my friends, see how they listen. See this one shy, how he smiles in the light. My friend, my faithful friend. Speak to me, friend. Whisper, I'll listen. I know, I know, you've been locked out of sight all these years, like me, my friend. Well, I've come home to find you waiting. Home, and we're together, and we'll do wonders. Won't we? You there, my friend.

I'm your friend too.

Come, let's be a holy couple. If you only bow with a sigh, you grow warm in my hand. My friend. My clever friend. —rest now, my friend.

Soon I'll unfold you.

You'll know splendors you never have dreamed all your days. My lucky friend, to now your Shine was merely silver. Silver in your own ears. Then you shall drip rubies. You'll soon drip precious rubies. At last! My right arm is complete again!

Lift your razor high! Fear its teeth! Guess.

See kids in the rosy skin of Christmas.

He seldom laughed but often smiled. See how civilized men He never forgot, he never forgave.

Sweeney, Doc Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. And how are they today?

Hungry as always, Miss Joanna. How can you believe sitting in cages never taken me? I see the spiderwebs beckoning, beckoning just beyond the bars. How can you bring me staring at the ring? Let it make a sound! How could you sing anything? How could you sing? Green figet leaves, mad night in Gale, but how is it you sing? Whence comes this melody constantly flowing? Is it rejoicing Is he warm in the hollow wing? Are you discussing him or fussing him or simply dreaming? Are you crowing? Are you screaming? Ring dove and robinette, is it full vage? —need to be solved. Have you decided it's safer in cages than singing with your tongue? My cage has many rooms, dense and dark. Nothing there sings, not even my ark. But it's never really dark. —captive, teaching me to be more adaptive. Oh, shy green of the gently bud, nightingale blackbird, teach me how to sing if I cannot fly. Let me see.

I have sailed the world beyond its wonders, from the pearls of Spain to the ruins of Tibet, but not even in wonder have I seen seen such a wonder? Maybe you would keep us in mystery. No, favor me, favor me, give me a chance. Ah, Miss, what do you see out there in those seas? Oh, would you give me a chance? Who would sail to Spain for all its wonders when in journey These lame rhymes, the greatest one yet. Promise, look at you looking so pale and ivory-skinned. Oh, look at you looking so sad, so queer. Promise not to retreat to the darkness back your window. Not to look down here.

Look at me.

One moment, mother.

Perhaps you could tell me whose house this is? That? That's the great Dr. Turpin's house, that is.

And the young lady who resides there?

Ah, her? That's Joanna, his pretty little ward. But don't you go trespassing there, young man, not if you value your hide. Tamp her there and it's a good whipping for you, or any other of you. Missed him! Hey, boy, sailor boy, look at me, me tipper, make it a day, I'll be your maiden, you can be my sweetheart. Take it and off, off with you, off I say.

How much for a woman? All's the same, sir, 6 pence is cheaper than rice. He sings bravely. But why does he bat his wings so wildly against the bars? We blind them, sir. It's what we always does. We blind them, and not knowing night from day, they sing and sing without stopping. Pretty creatures. Have pleasure of the birds, sir. I feel you, Joanna. I feel you. I was half convinced by the way you kept Satisfied enough to be happy I was forsaken. Joanna, I'll steal you. Joanna, I'll steal Joanna? Joanna? If I see your face on this street or any other neighboring street, you'll rue the day you were born. Is that clear enough speaking? But sir, I swear I had nothing in my heart but the deepst sentiments of— Oh dear, I knew it. You heard his question. But sir, I had no fight with you. Get the gist of it, friend. Next time it'll be your neck. Joanna, if I were to think that you were encouraging that young rogue—

Oh, Father, I hope always to be obedient to your commands.

Dear child, how sweet you look. I'll steal you, Joanna. I'll steal you. Do they think that walls can hide you? Even now I'm at your window. I am in the dark beside you. There reads sweetly in your yellow hair. I feel you, Joanna, and one day I'll steal you till I'm with you there. I'm with you there. So let me bury in your yellow hair That's him over there. Yes, dear, he's always here on Thursdays. Here come the two pull-up barbers, His Royal Majesty the King of Naples. Oh, Italian!

All the rage he is. Not for long. Oh, Mr. T, you really think you can do it?

Come tomorrow, they'll all be flocking after me like sheep, to be sure. Oh no, it's Regal Bumpus! So much the better. But what if he recognizes you? I don't think that's a good idea. I will do what I have set out to do, woman. I'm sure, dear. Sorry.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention?

You wake every morning, you shake it, it's bad, it is cold, your pillow is covered with hair. Why not not sleeping there? Well, ladies and gentlemen, from now on you can wake it at ease. You may never again have a worry or care. I will show you a miracle marvel is fair. Gentlemen, you are about to see something that rose from the dead. From the top of my head. Twas with her Ellie's miracle elixir kept within the drink sack. True, sir, true. Twas in clixack, hid it in a tick sack, just like an elixir ought to do. What am I, a bottle, mister? Only costs a penny, damn it. Penny buys a bottle, I don't know. Lifted me a habit, chewed me an abscess. Somebody can grab it. See the chap in there? Like cherries, you. Cherries, you.

Herrellis! Let me have a bottle!

Bring that cherubim at once, that awful stench!

She's got very real momma.

I think it's her momma. Herrellis! Miracle elixir! Anything will Slick sap suits proud cows who cry for rabies when they see how big sap you get at your big sap of the gals. What is this? What is this? Smells like piss and toffee. Smells like piss and toffee.

Smells like piss and toffee. What are you doing? Please hand that bottle. I want to eat this. What is this? You're so funny. Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Rally! Rally's active, got your moves out.

Keep it on the move, surfing's right now. Go get rally! Rally's a beautiful ball of it. Ladies seem to love it. 9, 10. Head the body, 90 over. Head the body, 90 over. Rally's miracle elixir. Go a little wixier, then some buzz will be. to that mad man whose afflict for a magnificent shine.

And furthermore, I have serviced no kings, yet I wager that I can shame a cheat with 10 times more dexterity than any street mountabay. You see these raises the finest in England.

I weigh them against five pounds that you are no match for me. You hear me, sir?

Ever accept my I am a dog pope in Italy, the king of the barbers, the barber king. I love you, kids. And I feel so famous in Italy, I wish I could not have a hat on. And never to see. My feelings said he is here. Who says yes?

I do. I am Mr. Sweeney Todd. I have opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir, and I say to you that it is nothing but an arrant fraud concocted from piss and ink.

He's wrong too. Better to throw your money down the sewer.

Oh, ladies and gentlemen, pay no attention to that madman, who's a match for a magnificent shine. And furthermore, I have serviced no kings, yet I wager that I can shave a cheek with 10 times more dexterity than any street mountebank. You see these razors? The finest in England. I lay down against £5 that you are no match for me. You hear me, sir? Either accept my I challenge you to reveal yourself a sham.

These are indeed a fine razor and a fine extractor too. You wager this against £5? I do. You hear, he's a foolish man. Watch and see how he will regret that he's a fool. £5.

Friends, neighbours, who's for a free shave? Me, Mr.

Todd, sir. And me, Mr. Todd, sir.

Fetch me a chair. Boy, bring the towel.

Bring the bed on. Quickly! Will Bedo Banford be the judge?

Glad as always to oblige my friends and neighbours. Put it to bed. Ready? Ready? Ready? The smoothest, fastest shave is the winner.

requires this mood. I'll show you inside and take away all the stress. I study at Thornton in my youth.

The winner is Todd.

Oh, smooth as a baby's arse. So, I vow to skin far deeper than my own now.

The £5. The £5?

Have a good day, and may the good Lord smile upon you. Signor Bassini, signorini, buongiorno, buongiorno a tutti! You pulled it off!

Oh, sir, Mr. Todd, sir, do you have an establishment of your own?

Ee, certainly, Dodds, Sweeney Todd's Tonsorial Parlour, upon Limey Pie Shop on Fleet Street.

Strange, sir, it seems your face is known to me.

That's a laugh, him being my uncle's cousin, what arrived from Birmingham yesterday.

And yet already I have heard Beadle Banford spoken of with great respect. Well, I do my best for my friends and neighbours. Mr. Todd, you are in Fleet Street, sir? Above the pie shop, are you? That's it, sir. Well then, Mr. Todd, you will surely see me before the week is out. You will be welcome, Beadle Banford, and there I promise to give to you without a penny's charge The closest shame you will ever know.

I'll not have trash from the gutter hanging around my establishment! Not just a penny, dear.

More than one.

You're gonna live wild, giving swimming crabs to half the neighborhood? Come on, dear. Come on, boy. Oh, if you were only you were taken once so hard, I'd lay your teeth shut up! Stop the thing! You and your fancy airs! Oh, love for a desperate woman. It's not much of a chair, but it'll do till you get your fancy new one. It was me poor Albert's chair, it was. Sat in it all day long, he did, after his lady about from the drops in. Kind of bare, isn't it? I never did like a bare room. Oh, we'll find some nice little knickknacks.

Why doesn't the beadle come? Before the week is out, that's what he said.

And who says the week's out yet, dear? It's only Tuesday. Easy now, hush, love, hush. Don't distress yourself, what's your rush? Keep your calm. Flowers, maybe daisies to brighten up the room. Don't you think some flowers, pretty daisies, might relieve the gloom?

Always, always. At the church? When do I get in?

Can't you think of nothing else? Always brooding away on your wrongs. What happened in the news? How many years ago? Slow love, slow time, so fast. Now moves quickly, see, now it's past. Soon we'll come, soon we'll last. Don't you know, silly man, half the fun is to plan the plan?

All good things come to those who plan well.

Billy Cowes may be dead or Daisies? I don't know though. What do you think? Yes. Gillyflowers, I'd say.

Nothing like a nice bowl of gillies. Anthony! Mr. Todd, I paced Fleet Street a dozen times with no success, but now the sign, 'In Business Already.' Yes, well, I congratulate you. And, uh, Mrs. Lovett, sir. Pleasure, ma'am. Oh, Mr. Todd, I have so much to tell you. I have found the fairest and most loving maid any man could dream of, and yet there are problems. She has a guardian so tyrannical that she is shut off from human eye. But now, this morning, this key fell from her shuttered window, the surest sign that Joanna loves me. Joanna? That's her name, ma'am, interpreter of that abominable parent. A judge, it seems, but as I said, a monstrous tyrant. Home is her talk. But once he leaves her court, I'll slip into her house and plead with her to flee with me. And yet you When I have her, where can I keep her until I have hired a coach to speed us home to Plymouth? Oh, Mr. Todd, if I could just lodge her here for just an hour or two. Yes, dear, bring her here. Oh, thank you, thank you, ma'am. I have your consent, Mr. Todd? The girl may come. I shall be grateful for this to the grave, but I must hurry, for surely the judge is off to the Old Bailey.

Joanna! Who'd have thought it, dear? We'll have her back before the week's out.

For a few hours before he carries her off to the other side of England.

Oh, that sailor. Let him bring her here and then send you also off for a little, er, eh. That's the probe to slip, dear.

Oh, think of it.

We'll make a lovely home for her here, me and you. All those years without a scrap of motherly affection. I'll soon change that. For I know that there was a maternal heart.

It's mine.

Good day, Mr. Toad. Ando bene, signorina. How do you do, señor? I'm sure just a little business with Mr. Pope, if you don't mind, señora. What? Yes, of course, I'll just pop on down to me boys then. Oh, larks! Look at it now, looks like I said kind words since half past 11. What would you say, me boy, to a nice juicy meat pie? Your teeth You'll keep it strong, I hope. Go! Yes, Mum. Then come with me, love. Mr. Toft. Signor Pirelli. Oh, call me Danny. Danny, that wiggles it only when it's not professional. I'd like me 5 quid back. It's been your aunt's mind. Why? That's me boy talking. You can hold me over till your customers start coming in, and then it's half your wages every week on Friday, sharing, sharing like. Do we have a deal, Benjamin Barker?

Why do you call me that?

Well, at least you've got a nice full head of hair on you. Became the trooper.

It gets up a lot.

You don't remember me? Why should you? I was just a down-and-out holy gristle lass that you hired on for a couple of weeks to sweep a bar and such likes. But I remember these and you, Benjamin Barker, later transported to Botany Bay for life. So do we have a deal? Or do I run down the street to my good old pal the Beagle Bamford? You think you smart. You foolish boy. To follow your sword and my own employ. You understand. You like my blood. Oh, the tailor!

Oh, the tailor's waiting with his smart frock. Well, oh, well, you don't know him, ma'am. But he wants you, I'm sure. Oh, signor, signor Pirelli! I did as you asked, sir, the tailor. I did as you asked, signor. Signor Pirelli has been He didn't say. You best run after him. Oh no, no, no, sir, sir. Without all this to the contrary, I'll best wait for him right here. So Mrs. Lovett gave you a pie, did she, my lad? Indeed she did, sir. One whole pie. One whole pie? And yet if I know a growing boy, there's room in there for more, isn't there? Indeed there is, sir. Innate and void. Well, why don't you wait for your master downstairs with Mrs. Mothership? I'm sure there'll be another pint for you. Oh, and tell her to give you a nice big tot of gin, eh? Gin, sir? Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you. You are a real Christian indeed, sir. Ma'am, the gentleman there. Guesses I could have a nice pot of gin.

Huh, gin, dear?

Oh, why not? His hands were quick, his fingers strong.

It stung a little, but not for long. And those who'd abjured a simple thought were still reconsidering under the sod, consigned within the friendly broth of steamy tar. The demon barber of Fleet Street, "Say your razor please!" Sweetie, feel how well it fits, how well it fits as it flows across the throat of his prince.

This is the fourth time, sir, you have been brought before this bench, and though it is my earnest wish to temper justice with mercy, your persistent dedication to a life of crime is such an abomination before God and man that I have no alternative but to sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead. Call for the chair! It may be perhaps for this we have closed the court so early today. The stench of those miserable wretches is so offensive to my nostrils that I fear my eagerness for fresh air might well impair the soundness of my judgment. Well, sir, the early intermission is fortunate for me, for you see, it is today that we celebrate my little darling's birthday. To have her father home, that would be The crowning jewel on such an amazing day. It is a happy day for me to walk home with you, for I have news for you. In order to shield you from the evils of this world, I have decided to marry Joanna next Monday. Ah, sir, happy news indeed. Strange though, when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain reluctance. That's normal enough in a young girl. Now that she's had time for reflection, I'm sure she'll I shall brief my proposal with a more sensible frame of mind. to your every will. Perhaps you're right.

Take me to the name is Tall. We best our way till Monday, Or else.

So kiss me, be not afraid. Tonight I'll steal you, Joanna. I'll steal you. And glad to see you.

I knew I'd be with you one day, even not knowing who you Ah, Miss Merry Merry, it's a merry Monday. Bake her a cake.

Ah, Miss Merry Merry, it's a merry Monday. Kiss me.

Kiss me a little. Sure, I shall. Kiss me a little, sir.

Yes, yes, but surely the respect she owes me as her godmother is all that's sufficient. I'll take hold of her on the road, tend to her, 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 chin. And the ladies, my lord, are weeping. Perhaps if she were to greet me cordially, I should give her a small gift. Ladies and their sensitivities, my lord, have a fragile sensibility. When a girl seems urgent, crawling with urgency, you defer to her gentility, my lord. —personal disorder cannot be ignored, given their genteel broke liberties. Meaning no offense, it happens they resent it, ladies in their sensitivities, my lord. Stubble, you say? I am perhaps a bit overhasty with my morning ablutions. Fret not, though, my lord. I know a place, my lord, a barber implied, for the skill. Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord, some old cologne to grace, my lord, and musk to enhance the chase, my lord, you'll dazzle the girl until she bows. Perhaps you're right. Take me to her. The name is Tom. We pressed our way till Monday.

It didn't seem right.

We must be married on Sunday. Or else— Hank! Yeah? What? It's me, your very own Monday. We'll ride a train, then sail to Spain. I'll buy pretty jewels, and I will think you're cool, but really, jewels are on the side. And then you're going to kiss me. The day is tough. I know a place where we can go tonight. Kiss me. We have a place for Perhaps it's time you ran along to your governess, dear. No, Mum, I'll best wait. We'll be having that right soon.

Oh, I'll just pop up and see what Mr. Todd has to say then. Oh, me knees is not what they was, dear. How soon before the Italian gets back?

He won't be back. Now, Mr.

T, you did— You crazy man! Killing a man won't do you no harm! I'm just the boy downstairs.

You recognized me from the old days, tried to blackmail me, half my earnings forever.

Oh, what a relief! I thought you lost your marbles. Way, say? They got to use the old noggin.

Here we are, sir, above the pie shop, sir. I see. You may leave me now.

Thank you, sir. Thank you. Now there's still the boy we got to think about, though. Send him up here. Him too? Now dear, surely one's enough for today. We shall think old ourselves. Now let's Let's see, when I left him, he was absinthe over with gin in the parlour, so—

Providence is kind! Who is it?

Him. Him? Him? Good God, it can't be!

Leave me! What are you going to do?

Leave me, I say! I'm sure— Your Lordship.

Will you talk? Your worship, it is an honor to receive your patronage, my lord.

Seems your governor's gone and left you high and dry, but don't worry, your Aunt Nelly will think of what to do with you.

Come on into me lovely bath parlour. These premises are hardly prepossessing yet. Could be tells me that you are the most accomplished barber in all of the city. That is gracious of you, sir, and you must excuse the humility of my establishment. It is only a few days ago that I began business. Sit, sir, if you would, sir, sit.

Now, this one's empty, so you just sit here like a nice quiet boy, huh? See how nice and cozy it is? And I'll go get another bottle from the larder.

And what may I What can I do for you today, sir? A stylish trimming of the hair? A soothing skin massage? You see, sir, a man in such a wit would love her all intending a 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. Tall. She's your The world delights in catching fire from one man to the next. 'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire the blood to pound the heart, be higher, be more. What more can man require? 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 everywhere you'll be commended, sir. My lord! And who may it be said is your commended sir? My lord! As pretty as the king's mother. As pretty as her mother? What? What's that? Nothing, sir, nothing. Sitting in their windows or standing on the stair, something in them chills the air. All pretty women, silver button, stay within you. But they stay forever. Breathing lightly. Pretty women, pretty women, blowing out their candles or combing out their hair. Even when they leave, they still are there. They're there. —of pretty women at their mirrors, letter-writing, weather-watching, how they may amass, sing proof of heaven as you're living. Pretty women, sir, pretty women, yes, pretty women, we're all about pretty women. Joanna marries me Sunday, everything's set to be here tonight, we'll be in Paris by Monday. One day out of that heartless tyrant's ear! Judge Turpin! There is indeed a higher power to warn me than you are. Joe Brandon, alone with you? I'll lock Robin in some obscure retreat where neither you nor any other vile creature shall ever lay eyes on her again! But, sir! And as for you, barber, it is all too clear what company you keep. Service them well and hold them in their custody, for you'll have none of mine! Mr. Todd! Out!

Out, I said! All this running and shouting, what is it now, dear? I had him, and then— I saw them, Bussie, the sailor, they were both running down the street, and I said to myself, "That's all the while ashore." I had him, Mr.

Fairbairn, I had him. There, there, dear, don't fret. No, I had him, Mr. Fairbairn, he'll never come again. Wait!

What?

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 shit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it. But not for long. Deserve to die. Tell you why, and this is another to tell you why. Because in all of the whole human race, there's a man or two, there's one state put in his proper place, and the one with his foot in the other one's face will be moved up in the queue. No, we all deserve to die, even you, this is another to believe it, why? —come alive for a rich week, then breathe through the rest of us dead with weary relief. We all deserve to die. And I'll never see Joanna. No, I'll never hug my girl-to-be. Finished! All right, you, sir. Oh, no shame. Come and visit your poor friends. You, sir, to Who, sir, will wish them rain? I will have vengeance. I will have salvation. Who, sir? You, sir? No one 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 10 men, nor 100 can assuage I will have you! Hahaha! As I fight to get it back, he laughs, he gloats, in the meantime I practice on this horrible throat. 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. Well, that's all very well, but what are we going to do about him?

Hey, listen to me. Do you hear me? Can you hear me? Get control of yourself. What are we going to do about him? And there's the And the boy, I left him asleep in the parlour, but we better go have a look, make sure he's still there, so come on. No problem there, he's still sleeping. Simple as a baby lamb, that one. Later I can pop him on with some story, easy. But him, what are we going to do about him?

Later on, after it's dark, we'll find some secret place and bury him.

Well, I suppose we could do that. Don't suppose he has any relatives who are going to come looking around for him, but— Well, you know me, bright ideas just pop into me head and I keep thinking. Seems a downright shame.

Shame? Seems an awful waste.

Such a nice plump frame old what's-his-name has. And— And nor it can't be traced. Business needs a lift, debts to be erased. Think of it as a gift if you get my drift. No? Seems an awful waste. I mean, with the price of meat what it is when you get it, if you get it. What's the sound of the world out there?

What, Mr. Toller, what, Mr. Toller, what is that sound? That crunching noise is pervading the air.

Yes, Mr. Toller, yes, Mr. Toller, yes, all around.

It's man devouring man, my dear.

And who Are we to deny it again? These are desperate times, Mrs.

Bonnet, and desperate measures are called for.

Here we are, hot from the oven.

Ooh, what is that? It's brie. How brie? Is it really good?

Sir, it's too good, at least. Then it He don't commit sins of the flesh, so he's pretty fresh.

Not full of fat. How many butter sat? Half a cup of coconuts or something like that.

Now you see the trouble with coconuts, how do you know it's deceased? Try the priest.

Heavenly goddess, A bishop perhaps, but they're not as bland as curates either.

And it's good for business too, always leave you wanting more. Trouble is, we only get it on Sundays. Loyal's rather nice.

If it's for a price.

Order something else though, tomorrow, since no one should swallow it twice. Anything that's clean. Well, and if you're British and loyal, you might enjoy royal. Marine. Anyway, it's clean, though of course it tastes of wherever it's been.

Is that squire on the fire?

Yes, he knows all the clothes I own. Now it is in gross ass bigger—

more like thicker.

No, it has to be grosser. It's green.

The history of the world, my love.

Saying a lot of prayers do a lot of relative favour. If those below are serving those up above, everybody shakes, so there should be plenty of flavour.

How gratifying for once to know that those up above will serve those down below.

Let's see then, we've got Tina.

Something pinker. Ah, tailor. Something paler. Potter. Something hotter. Butler. Something subtler. Locksmith. Lovely bit of club, maybe for a lark.

Then again, there's Sweep if you want it cheap and you like it dark. Try the financier, peak of his career.

That looks pretty rank. What is rank?

No, it's bank cashier. Never really sold, maybe it was old.

How are you gonna beat it?

Next week, so I'm told. Beatle, is it bad telling? Smelling and notice how well it's been greased. Stick to grease. Ah, now this one may be a bit stringy, but then of course it's fiddle player.

That's not fiddle player, that's piccolo player. Well, how can you tell? It's piping hot. Then blow on it first. The history of the world, my son. Mr. Toddle 1, Mr.

Toddle 1, Mr. Toddle 1, Mr. Toddle 1.

What does Mr. Toddle 1, Mr. Toddle 1, Mr.

Toddle 1 doesn't tell is who gets eaten and who gets to eat.

And Mr. Toddle 2, Mr. Toddle 2, who to snack? But fortunately, it's all so clear that everybody goes down well with beer.

Now let's see, since Marine doesn't appear, appeal to you. How about Rear Admiral?

Too salty. I prefer General.

Ah, with or without his privates? With is extra.

What is that? It's pho.

The finest in the shop. Or we have some shepherd's pie peppered with actual shepherd on top. And the bus be gone. Hear the politicians so oily and so with a toy. Not one.

Put it off on— well, you never know if it's going to run.

Tie the fire, why it's dryin'.

No, the clergy is really too coarse and too mealy.

Get actor, that's compacted.

Yes, you know. It's overdone! Come on in when you have judge on the menu!

Well, it's true, we don't have judge yet, but I can offer you something you might fancy a bit more. What's that? Execution of me!

Customers that we can get. High, born, and low, my love. We'll not discriminate great from small. No, we'll serve anyone, meaning anyone, until anyone at all. Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please? Are your nostrils quivering and tingling as well at the delicate daffodils and roses you smell? Yes, they are, you tell. Well, ladies and gentlemen, Ladies and gentlemen, that aroma and rich caprese. It's like having champagne with succulent sauces. The gourmets among you will tell you what caused. Ladies and gentlemen, you can imagine the rocks are in store. Just inside of this door. Here you'll sample Mrs. Lovett's meat pies, savory and sweet pies, as you'll see. You will eat pies, Mrs. Lovett's meat pies, conjurer of the tree pies, here's to me. Over here, boy, how about some ham? We have another latte!

We have some circuits over here, boy, oh, that's quite a way! I hope they are! All right, ma'am.

Quick now! Oh, that's good.

Nice to see you, dearie. How have you been keeping? Corrybum did weary. Toby! One for the gentleman here. Everybody's keeping. Help to keep it cheery. Toby! Throw the omelette out! Oh, that's good. What's your pleasure, dearie? No, we don't cut slices. Gore me eyes, it's weary. Tell me, thanks to the gentleman, I've got me prices. I'm a little leery for business. Couldn't be better though. Oh, that's good. Knock on wood. Excuse me. Dear, see to the customers. Yes, what a fix though, did they?

What, at 6 o'clock? Shall we take the car?

Oh, that's good, that is delicious. What's my secret? Frankly, there's nothing in my kind of family secret. All to do with herbs, things like being careful with your coriander. That's what makes the gravy run fast. More pot pies, more pots, more pies. Excuse me, dear, season the What now, love? There were the trees.

What, it's here? Coming up the stairs?

It's about to be yawnin', don't you care?

Oh, me, there was the beer.

Now it gets cold, but then it gets cold, though it incidentally did greet you, though this is moody, sales have been so dreary. Toby! One thing is penniless, what about the loo? Pete! Look, it's so topiary. Well, what'll come up and soon that'll be dropping soon. Oh, that's good, that is deep, how delicious and earthy. It sells us more pot pies, but more bad pies could—

Ooh, ooh, is that a chair fit for a king? A wondrous neat and most particular thing. Can you tell me where is the receipt? Can half a piece make this coffee cup last? I doubt a few might just make it. They'll take a while. I'll go first. I'll call you. I have another friend. Is that a boy? The king of wonder is gorgeous, most gorgeous. You see that why there is no need to hide that it's perfect, it's the largest.

The crust all fell down the crack, so melted with heat.

Those green planets, and now just here, the first planet is Stop, Father Chase! It's time! It's time! Shh! Excuse me! Here, see to the customers!

All set, love? Hear me!

When I pound the floor, it's a signal to show that I'm ready to go. When I pound the floor, I just want to be sure. When I'm certain that you're in place, I'll pound 3 times. 3 times, and then you. 3 times, if you. Exactly. More pies! More pies! More pies! More!

More hot pies! More hot! More pies! More hot pies! Eat them slow and feel the crust on the end rolling. Eat them slow, cause everyone's surprised. Eat them slow, cause that's the law.

And now we're sold, it's coming again tomorrow.

Hot pies! Left my oven fresh served pies. How about it, dearies? There ain't a twinkling just confirms me theory. Sally got what she's ever asked in and have a nibbling positively earned it. Throw the old woman out! Oh, that's good. That is deep. How you deserve it.

Ever tasted so soft, warm, hot, wise, black, perfect, warm, hot, wise, so savory, all that stuff. Joanna, I feel you. Too faintly that walls can hide you. Even now I'm at your window. I am in the dark beside you. Very sweetly your yellow hair, Jonah? Jonah? And are you beautiful and pink with yellow hair like her? I'd want you beautiful and pink the way I dream You were Joanna. And if you're beautiful, what then? With yellow hair like wheat. I think we shall not meet again, my little dove, my sweet Joanna. Goodbye, Joanna. You're gone and yet you're mine. I'm fine, Joanna. I'm fine.

Smoke, smoke, sign of the devil, sign of the devil, city on fire. Wait, wait. Spell it, Sarnie. We'll spell it. Every knowledge the magic spells. Smoke that comes from the mouth of hell.

City on fire. City on fire. Misty. Misty. Misty. Hear your voice, my turtle dove, my dear. I still have reason to rejoice, the way ahead is clear, Joanna. And in that darkness when I'm blind with what I can't forget, it's always morning. Morning in my mind, my little lamb, my pet Joanna. You stay, Joanna, the way I dream you are. Oh, look, Joanna, a star. And a shooting star.

There, there, somebody, somebody look up there! Didn't I tell you, Spellbinder, city on fire! Quick, Miss Robin Tell, call them all!

The witch is still there, and there is the unholy spell! Talk to the binoculars and spell, talk to them, help me! City on fire! Set me on fire! Miss you, miss you, miss you! Me, although— 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, Joanna. 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, Joanna. You stay, Joanna, another bright red day. We learn, Joanna, to say— Joanna!

Joanna!

Oh, sir, please tell me whose house this is. That there's Mr. Falk's farm, and the cellar is meant to be a race. A madhouse, I'd say. Wait for their car to leave. Oh, Joanna! Joanna, open the door! Someone please open the door! What is all this hollering and shouting about? Oh, sir, there's been a monstrous perversion of justice. A young woman, sane It is your eye that's been incarcerated here, as in what's that young woman's name? Joanna. Joanna? That wouldn't happen to be Judge Turpin's ward, Joanna? That's the one. That's the devil incarnate who has done this to her. Watch your tongue. That woman is as mad as the seven seas. I could take care of myself, so you just pop it. You have no right to order me about. You I will arrest you for assaulting an officer, disturbing the peace. Is there no justice in this city? Are the officers of the law just as vicious and corrupt as their masters? No, Joanna! Joanna, after him! Get him! Bash him in the head till he speaks! This kind of scandal ruins our great city!

I am a lass, you a lass, not so bad, you a lass, I'm a lass in Canterbury. To the rodo diddle darty, to the rodo diddle darty. Nothing like a nice sit down after a hard day's work. Have another seat then, Hansa. 4 and 11 pence, and that makes 7 pounds, 9 shillings, and 4 pence this week. And that's not pretty bad considering it doesn't include what I had to pay out for the nasty wallpaper. Ah, a real bargain it was too. The only part that singed when the chapel burnt down. Are you listening to me? Of course. Then what did I say, huh?

There must be a way to get to the judge.

You and that bloody judge. Now, we're a nice respectable business, money coming in regular, and since we're careful to pick and choose, strangers or the like won't be missed. Well, who's gonna catch on? Oh, Mr. Tall Tale! I'm so happy I could eat you up. I really could. You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd? What a dream! If the business stays as good, where I'd really like to go in a year or so— Don't you want to know? Of course. Do you really want to know?

Yes, I do, I do.

Well, I've always had a dream ever since I was a skinny little slip of a thing. If my rich aunt Nettie Take me to the seaside, always playing holiday. Look here, making little castles in the sand. I can still feel me toes wriggling around in the brine. By the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I call it. By the sea, Mr. Todd, oh, I know you'd love it. You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone in a house built all by the stone down by the sea. Wouldn't that be smashing? With the sea at our gate, we'd have tapered herring, water swamping us straight from the Straits of Bering. Every night in the kip, we went through our kip, exactly there, slipping off your slippers. By the sea, with the fishes flashing. By the sea, wouldn't that be smashing? Young lady, then I knit a sweater while you write a letter, unless we've got better to do. Anything you say. Think how snug it'll be underneath our mantle when it's just you and me and the English Channel in our cozy retreat. And won't it sound fine if you'll have chums over every Friday by the sea? Don't you love the weather? By the sea, we'll grow old together. By the seaside, oh, by the beautiful sea. Oh, I can see us now in our bathing dresses. You in a nice rich navy, and me stripes perhaps. It'll be so quiet that we Our nest, we could share our kippers with the odd paying guest from the weekend drapers. Have a nice sunny suite for the guests who rested. Now and then you could do that guest in by the sea.

Anything you say.

Very nice and proper by the sea. Bring along your chopper to the seaside. Oh, to the beautiful sea. Oh, come on, give us a kiss. Lovely. Now, you do love me just a little bit, don't you?

Of course.

Well then, we'll have to make a little trip to St. Swiggans to legalize things, but that wouldn't be too painful.

I'll make them pay for what they did to Lucy.

Now, dear, you listen to me. It's high time you forgot all their morbid fancies. Your Lucy's gone, poor thing. It's your Nelly now. Here, have a nice bonbon. You know, it's 17 years this Mr. Todd! Mr. Todd! I found her! You found Joanna?

That monster of a judge has locked her away in a madhouse! Where? Where? Where no one can reach her. Mr. Fogg's insane asylum. Oh, Mr. Todd, she's in there with those screeching, gibbering maniacs! A madhouse? A madhouse? Joanna? Miss Goodes rescued! She is? Where do you think all the wig makers in London go to obtain their human hair?

The morgue, I suppose.

Wouldn't be surprised. Bedlam! They get their hair from the lunatics in Bedlam! And you think Mr. Fogg's asylum? Why not? For the right price, they'll sell you the hair off any madman's head.

And the scalp to go with it, if requested. Punish me, sirs, my mouth!

We will write a letter to this Mr. Fogg offering him the highest The exact shade of Joanna's, which I trust you know. Yellow. Not exact enough. We must turn you into a credible wig maker, and quickly.

Sweeney was sharp, Sweeney was burning, Sweeney began, began his turning.

Sweeney was sharp, biting, running, Sweeney was yelling, Sweeney was turning. Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney! And here's the pistol, for kill if you must. Kill? I'll kill a dozen jailers if need be to set her free. Good. Now remember, Anthony, Once you are free, Joanna, bring her here. I shall keep her safe while you hire the Chase of the Limit. I'll be with you before the evening's out. Thank you, Mr. Torvald. I'm a bold charger, live most honorably. I am a bold— I venture thus to write you this. Permit those who mourn you at the heart-blooded Saviour, as on that day your wounds Joanna, Joanna, Joanna, come be seated to shine where you so wisely confined her. —hold me to urge your favor. I have persuaded the Lord to lodge near tonight at my humble story, O partner. If we scream, if you want her again in your arms, hurry, ask for a night for I put the sold out sign up like you asked, Mum.

Well, that's me boy. And look, dear, a lovely muffler. And guess who it's for? For me, Mum.

Wouldn't you like to know? Oh, Mum, you've been so good to me. Well, sometimes when I think what it was like with Signor Pirelli, well, it seems like the good Lord sent you to me.

It's just me warm heart. Come on, dear, room enough in there for all God's creatures.

You know, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. If there were a monster on Oak, or something evil, what was after you, I'd kill it with my bare fists, I would.

What an affectionate child it is.

Who are you, Nifty? Even if it were just a man. A man, dear? A man. What was luring you on? We know some to his evil deeds, Locke. What is this? What are you talking about? Lying around. Of course not, and why should it? Nothing's gonna harm you, sir, not while I'm around. What did you mean, a man? Demons are prowling everywhere, now or then.

And so they are, dear.

I'll send them out, then I doubt I'm sure you do.

What a sweet, affectionate child it is.

No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare.

I know what Toby deserves.

Harpers can't desert you, not to worry, Whistle Army there. Here, have a nice bonbon. What is this food?

Foolishness! What are you on about? Little things, what I've been thinking.

See, you see, Mr. Todd, I know you fancy him, I do, but men ain't like women. Men can't be trusted, as I've lived and learned. Not to worry, not to worry, I may not be smart, but I ain't dumb. I can do with Put me to it, show me something I can overcome. Don't you worry, Mum. Being close and being clever without being true. I don't need to, I won't ever hide a thing from you. My son.

Haven't we had enough of this foolish chatter? Let's just sit here nice and quiet for a while.

Here! That's Signor Porelli's purse!

What's that? What was that?

Let room for one beside! That's his purse!

Silly boy, this is just a silly little something Mr. Todd picked up for me for my birthday. Mr.

Todd give it to you? But where did he get it from?

Where did he get it?

What a dear from the book!

Come on now. You don't understand. It was in Mr.

Todd's pocket when I picked up Boys and their fantasies.

What will they think of next? Now you just sit here by your Aunt Nelly and look at your lovely muffler. How warm it's going to keep you as the days draw in.

And it's so becoming on you. While mining die. Nothing can haunt you, not while I'm around.

Funny you coming to me at a time like this, because I was just sitting here with me needles thinking what a hard-working, obedient boy Toby is. And you know how you've always fancied coming to the bakeouts with me, making the pies?

Oh yes, Mum.

Well, how about it then?

You mean, Mum, I can help light them and bake them?

No time like the present. Come on.

Me baking pies?

Oh, how's my steak getting there? Those steps lead down to the old cellars and the whiffs come up. Never knows what's down there, so dark and mouldy. Always a few rats gone over to Jesus. Now here we have the bake oven.

Oh, well, big enough, ain't it?

Not for all the pies we make here. 10 dozen at a time. You must be sure to always close the doors properly, like this. And over here is the grinder. You pop meat in here, it goes through and it comes out here. And the secret to making all them pies so nice and tender and juicy, you must put the meat through the grinder 3 times. Always 3 times.

3 times, eh?

That's it, go ahead, smoothly, smoothly. Once we get a new batch of meat, we'll put you to work.

Biting parts. Be back in a moment, dear.

Mr. Toad! Mr. Toad! Mrs. Lovett!

Mrs. Lovett! Sweet Holly Plunkett, lay in the grass, turn her eyes heavenward, sigh ye, I am the last, the last love alive, the last Why, Vidal Baxford, I didn't know you were a music lover too. Well, quite a fine instrument you've acquired, Mrs. Lovett. It's me pride and joy. Mrs. Lovett, I'm afraid I'm here today on official business. Official? Yes, you see, there have been some complaints. Complaints? Yes, about stench coming from the bakehouse. Oh, the bakehouse, huh? Yes, Marvin, health regulations being my duty, I've been asked to check on it. Now, you wouldn't mind that, would you?

A look at the bakehouse? Uh, no, no, not at all. But it's locked and I don't have the key. Mr. Dodd, he has the key and he's not here right now, so— Oh, well, any idea when he'll be back?

Couldn't tell you, I'm sure. Well, then we'll just have to wait for him, shall we? One of Mother's favorites. If one bell rings in the Tower of Grey, ding dong, your true love will stay. Ding dong, one bell today in the tower of Bray. Ding dong.

What was that? That's just the boy that helped me with the pies.

I'm sure that he's in the bakehouse now, isn't he?

Yes, but he's simple in the head. Why, just 2 weeks ago he ran off and we found him 2 days later on the side of the embankment, half-starved, poor thing. So now we locked him in for his own security.

Well, then we'll just have to wait for Mr. Todd, won't we?

Right, yes, of course, but Mr. Todd's gone to Wapping, won't be back for hours, and what a shame too, as he was just saying If only the Beadle would grace my tonsorial parlour, I'd give him in those stylish air-cots and the daintiest of chaise, all for nothing. So perhaps you should pop back and take advantage of his offer.

Well, that's awful kind of him. Back so soon?

And look who it is! The Beadle wants some foolish complaint about the bakehouse. He wants the key, and I told him that you have it. But there's no need to hurry. You can just pop upstairs with Mr. Todd and let him fix you up nice and pretty.

Mr. Todd, I do have a question for you. Do you pomade the hair? I do love a good pomade in the hair.

Pomade? Oh yes, and a nice facial rub with bay rum too, all for nothing.

I am, sir, at your disposal. Oh, sir. I take to that very kindly.

Let's hope they can do it quietly. I'll just provide a little musical send-off. Sweet Polly Plumpet, flyin' over us, turn her eyes anywhere but sighin'.

Aye, now, black as a rump. It's not Mrs. Dobbins. Must be some old cow. A fingernail. Oh, sloppy. This is not it!

This is not it! Let me out! Let me out! Tell her I am so sorry! It's not? Yes, it is! The boy, he's guessed!

Guessed what? About Pirelli.

I'm not doing the bake-off for the time being, but he Screaming to wake the dead. We better go look after him.

But the judge is coming. I've arranged it.

You worried about the bloody judge at a time like this?

Come on.

The road and twist. And sweeties blended the empty trash. A beetle arrived and a beetle dispatched to satisfy the hungry God of sweetie tart. The demon bugger was sweet, sweet, sweet.

You do me honor, Mr. Fogg. I would agree it would come to our mutual interest in regards to my poor children's care. Your children? Yes, we are one happy family. Yes, sir. All my patients are my children. They are beaten, but the good ones, they receive a sweet On to our business. Here's a charming yellow. A little dull in tone, perhaps. We could soon restore its natural brightness. Now here's a fine texture for a man. And as you know, sir, there is a discount towards the hair of a male. This one has the hair the shade I seek. Oh, poor child. She sits all day and night, leaving the other inmates sleepless. Come, child. Smile for the gentle man, and you shall have a sweetie. Now, where shall I cut? Joanna! What is this? What is her— Why, go!

Go! Stop this revolt before all fire!

I am an idle stock! They cannot shoot!

Marry Holmes and me, that's what you promised. Marry Holmes and me. I know. That was last August. Kiss me. There goes the royal dickface straight back home, safe in the city on fire. City on fire. City on fire!

Toby, where are you? Toby, where are you now?

I'm here, Toby. Toby, Toby, Toby. Where are you hiding?

Nothing to be afraid of, boy.

Nothing's gonna harm you, darling, not while I'm around.

Yah! Mr. Todd! Mr. Todd!

No one here. Where is Mr.

Todd? No matter, for he'll be here. I trust him as I trust my right arm. You wait here, and I'll be back with the coach in less than half an hour.

But they are after us, Till! What if they trace us here?

Oh, my dear, please let me come with you. No, no, it's not safe for you on the streets.

But dressed in these servants' clothes, who's to notice I?

No, no, the risk is too great. Ah, miss, look at me, look at me, miss, so look at me, please, oh, favor me, favor me with your glance. Ah, miss, soon we'll be gone and sail the seas and happily, happily wed in France and we'll sail the world and see its wonders, from the pearls of Spain to the rivers of Tibet, and then come back to London someday. And I'll be back before those of us have time to lose that smile.

Beetle! Someone calling the beetle? I knew I should— Beetle, where are you?

Beetle, dear! Beetle!

What are you doing here? Evil is here, sir. The stink of evil from below. From her. Oh, she's the devil's wife, sir. Beware Beware, sir, she with no pity in her heart. Out, I say! I don't know you, mister.

The judge! I have no time. In the care of my neighbor, Mrs. Lovett. Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her. Thank heavens, too, she has seen the error of her ways. She has? Oh, yes, sir. Your lesson was well learned, sir. She speaks only of you now, longing for forgiveness. And she shall have it. She'll be here soon, you say? I think I hear her now. Oh, I smell too much bread. Yes, isn't that her footstep on the stair? I hear nothing. Yes, isn't that her shadow on the wall? Where? There, primping, making herself even prettier. Even prettier? Than usual, if possible. Pretty women. Pretty women, yes. Quickly, sir, splash a bit. Sit, sir, sit. Joanna, Joanna. Pretty women. Hurry, man. Pretty women are a wonder. We're in America again today, Bob. Yes, sir. Pretty women. What are we doing for pretty women? Blowing out their candles or combing out their hair. Even when they leave, they still are there. They're there. How seldom does one meet a fellow spirit with fellow tastes, in women at least. What was that? No doubt the years have changed me, sir. But then again, I suppose the face of a barber, the face of a prisoner in the dock, is hardly memorable. Benjamin Barker! Benjamin Barker! Rest now, my friend. Rest now forever. Sleep now the untroubled sleep of the ages. Tobias! My razor! You! When did you come in?

I saw the barber's side, so take it off for a shave, I— Now what did you see? Oh, sir, I beg of you, whatever I see, no one shall ever know. I swear.

A shave, eh? Oh no. No matter what you may have seen, your cheek is still as much in need of the razor as before. Sit, sir, sit. Die! Die!

Lift your razor, my sweet. Hear it singing, yes, sinking in the rosy skin of righteousness.

Aye, aye, aye! Time!

All the things of hell have stormed in me! Quick, to the oven!

When you scream, does the judge still live? He was clutching at my scalp!

No, he's finished. Good.

I'll take care of this. Open the doors. No! Open the doors, I say! No, don't touch her!

What's the matter with you?

It's just some meddling old beggar. Oh no. Oh God, didn't I know who she was? You knew from the moment I first walked into You knew my Lucy lived!

I was only thinking of you. Lucy? Your Lucy? A crazy hag picking bones and rotten sparks out of the ash cans? Would you have wanted to know that that was all that was left of her?

You lied to me.

No, no, not a lie at all. No, I never lied. Said she took a poison, she did. Never said that she died. She lived for at least a week, if that. And all she did for fun, she was just a liar.

And then she bit it off with her mouth.

No bedpan, no mince pies, no clothing. But you should think she was dead, yet God liked her. God loved you.

Lucy.

Might be twice the wife she was.

God loved you. What have I done?

Would that thing have cared for you like me? Mrs.

Loverscrew, you're a bloody wonder. Evidently practical and yet appropriate as follows. As you serve her —fearsiness, then appointed running all the past. No, come here, my love. No more despair, my love. Can we still mistrust the mystery of the world, my pet?

Oh, Mr. Todd, who Mr.

Todd will even give me his mercy, forgiveness, and tries to forget.

By the sea, Mr. Todd will become because he was just too mean, as no one knows it.

And life is fully alive, my There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful. A foolish barber and his wife, she was his reason and his life. She was beautiful. She was, she was, and he was naive. Make me a cake. No, no, no, no, no. Bake me a pot of pears, please. Do it. I— Mr. Todd? It's the old woman. I care that you have a job. Munching with her bee. Tossing in the oven for baby's head. Oh, you can't come in, mistress. You can't. No, you mustn't. The mistress doesn't allow it. Oh, there's much work to be— there's much work to be done. 3 times that's the secret. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Sweetheart. His skin was pale and his eye was odd. He shaved the faces of gentlemen who never thereafter were heard of again. He drawn a path that men have trod. In Sweden taught My sweet need, my sweet thought, the gleaming marble feet straight.

Send your rays of love and speeding all day to the sky. Freely flows the blood of those who are last. His needs are few, his room is bare.

He hardly uses his fancy chair.

The more he bleeds The more he lives, he never forgets, and he never forgives. Perhaps today you gave a nod. Sweet talk.

He wishes the world away.

Sweet, he's wishing for yesterday.

How he would wait, wait ears, hearing the music that nobody hears. Sweeney waits in the parlor hall. Sweeney waits on the office wall. No one can help. Nothing can hide you. Isn't that Sweeney there beside you? No one can help.

Nothing can hide you. Isn't that Sweeney there beside you?

Sweeney makes the world a place.

Sweeney's making your studies much easier.

Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney! Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.

Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.

He served a dark and a hungry god. He served a dark and a hungry god. To seek revenge released to hell.

But everyone does it himself. I told him as well. As we need, as we need talk.

Let's see if Barbara Fleet— Street!