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Oh no, perestima signorina! How do you do, signor? I'm sure just a little business with Mr. Pope, if you don't mind, signora.

What?

Yes, of course, I will just pop on down to me pies then. Oh, look at it now, looks like I've had time to do word since half past 11. What would you say, you know, to a nice juicy big fire? Your teeth is strong, I hope. Go!

Oh yes, ma'am.

Then come with me, Mr. Toad.

Señor Pirelli.

Oh, cook Danny. Danny, I begin to know what it's professional. I'd like me 5 quid back, if any at all to mind.

Why?

That's me boy talking. It's all me over till your customers start coming in, and then it's half your wages every week on Friday, share and share alike. 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.

The David Truth Box.

It gives off a lot.

You don't remember me? Why should you? I was just a down-and-out, trolley-racing 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 I use might? You foolish boy, tomorrow you start in my employ. You understand? Can you like my blue? Oh, the tailor!

Oh, to come to say you look this smart, Bartwell! Oh, but you don't know him. No, I wouldn't want to, I'm sure. Oh, senor, senor, we're ready! I did as you asked, sir, the tailor. I did as you asked, senor. Yikes!

Signor Pirelli has been called away.

Where did he go?

He didn't say. You best run after him.

Oh no, no, no, no, sir, without orders to the contrary, I'd best wait for him right here.

So Mrs. Lovett gave you a pie, did she, my lad?

Oh, indeed she did, sir, one whole pie.

Old pie! And yet if I know a growing boy, there's room in there for more, isn't there?

Indeed there is, sir. An aching boy.

Well, why don't you wait for your master downstairs with Mrs. Lovett? I'm sure there will be another pie left for you. Oh, and tell her to give you a nice big tot of gin, eh?

Gin, sir? Oh, I'll be thanking you, sir.

Thanking you.

You are a real Christian indeed, sir. Ma'am, the gentleman there says I could have a nice pot of gin.

Huh?

Gin, dear? Oh, well, why not? His hands were quick, his fingers strong. He stung a little, but not for long. And those who departed a single floor were soon reconsidering under the saw. Consigned with a friendly prod to Sweeney Todd, the demon barber of Fleet Street. See your razor gleam, Feel how well it became welding as it flows across the throats of hypocrites.

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 than to sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead. Call the sheriff.

May be perhaps remiss of me to close the court so early today.

The stench of those miserable wretches was so offensive to my nostrils that I fear my eagerness to brush away a mild malsound from them impaired the soundness of my judgment.

Well, sir, the early endurement is fortunate for me, for you see, it's today that we celebrate my little Annie's birthday. To have her father home, that would be the crowning jewel on such a day. What an amazing day!

It is a happy day for me too. Walk over, for I have news for you. In order to shield her 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 greet my proposal with open arms.

More sensible frame of mind.

He needs to marry me one day. As I do. I'd rather—

I have no plan.

I'll swallow poison on Sunday. That's what I'll do.

I have no plan.

What if it's not a noise? What if it's not a noise?

What if it's me?

Is it you? Is it me?

Is it the noise? Is it not a noise?

Is it both of us? Kiss me. Promise. We fly tonight. Tonight.

Tonight.

It's not a date.

It's a date. Don't be missing this and kiss me. Kiss me. The plan is made to kiss me.

Be not afraid tonight, I'll steal you.

While I die, I'll steal you. It's me you'll marry on one day, that's what you'll do. Say, John, say it to me.

I knew I'd be with you one day, even not knowing who you are. I miss many men, miss many a day. Kiss me.

Kiss me. Sure, I shall kiss me.

Yes, yes, but surely the respect she owes me from her God is holding her. She cannot conjure on the wrong tender emotions.

Excuse me, my lord, may I have a 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 the ladies, my lord, are weeping.

Give her a small gift.

Ladies and their sensitivities, my lord. How fragile sensibility. When an earth emergent, groping, vergent, you defer to her gentility, my lord. Personal disorder. —given their gentle proclivities. 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 will place, my lord, a barber, my lord, of 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 and till she bows to your every will. Perhaps you're right. Take me to it. The day is tall. We best not wait till Monday. It seems a trifle current. It seems a trifle current.

We best be very on Sunday, or else tonight we are— What? Never mind.

It was a mice noise, another noise, a thing in the street, and it kissed me. It's me. You'll carry on Monday. Anthony todd. Tod.

Your governor, dear.

No, ma'am, obviously for the governor.

Right, ship.

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 didn't— You crazy man! Killing a man won't do you no harm. And there's the boy downstairs.

He recognized me from the old days. Tried to blackmail me. Half my earnings forever.

Oh, what a relief. I thought you lost your marbles. It is flesh, isn't it? Poor bugger. Hey, hey, there's green wood in here. Waste no luck, not I always say. We got to use the old noggin. Here we are, sir.

Rob the pie shop, sir. I see. You may leave 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 shouldn't indulge ourselves. Now 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? But George, it can't be. Beat me.

What are you going to do? Beat me, I say! "Your Lordship." "Is he a troll?" "I worship you.

It is an honor to receive your patronage, my lord." "Seems your governor's gone left you high and dry, but don't worry, your Aunt Nelly will think of what to do with you, huh?

Come on into me lovely boudoir, huh?" These premises are hardly prepossessing, yet to be 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 away, eh? See how nice and cosy it is? And I'll go get another bottle from the larder.

And what may 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 autumn-tending slave. So fetch the pomade and pumice stone and lend me a more seductive tone. Last spring, Cleveland had some fresh color, but first, sir, I think a shave. The closest I ever came. You're in a merry mood today, Mr.

Tall. '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, be higher than war.

What more can man require? Love, sir. More than love, sir? What, sir?

Women. Ah, yes, women. Women. Now then, my friends.

Now to your purpose. Patience, enjoy it. Revenge can't be taken in haste. Wait and do what you'll be commanded, sir. My lord. And who may it be said is your commanded, sir? My lord.

As pretty as her mother. What?

What's that? Nothing, sir. Nothing. May we proceed? Pretty women. Fascinating. Sipping coffee. Dancing. Pretty women. Women are a wonder. Pretty women sitting in their windows or standing on the stairs. Something in them cheers the air. Pretty women, stay within you. 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, all pretty women at their mirrors, letter writing, whether watching how they make a man sing. Groove of heaven as you're living. Pretty women, sir, pretty women. Yes, pretty women, all the pretty women. To one of marry me Sunday, everything set will be tonight. We'll be in Paris by Monday, out of that heartless tyrant's hands. You! So extravagant!

There is indeed a higher power to warn me the whole time. Alone with you, I'll offer up in sumptuous jewelry to which neither you nor any other vile creature shall ever lay hands on again.

Sir!

And as for you, barber, it is all too clear what company you keep.

You service them well in holding their Mustafa.

You'll have none of mine!

Mr. Todd, out! Out, I said!

All this running and shouting, what is it now? I had him, and then— I saw them bust in, the sailor, they were both running down the street, and I said to myself, the lad's on the by of it all.

I had him, his throat was bare beneath my hand. No, I catch him!

There, and he'll never come again. When?!

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, or filled with shit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it. What's not for one They all deserve to die. Tell you why, this is the moment to tell you why. Because in all of the homes you would race with, up there, and the better-known YouTube, there's a one-state coach in his proper place, and the one with his foot in the other one's face. Look at me, this is not about you. No, we all deserve to die. Even you, Mrs. Lupton, even I. A billion chocolate lives are up in between. They're free for the rest of us then, if we really— We all deserve to die. And I'll never see Joanna. No, I'll never hug my girl-to-be. Finished! All right, you say. Oh, no shame, come and visit your good friend Sweeney. You, sir, you, sir, where push the grave? 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 me. I will have you! Hahaha! And I will get it back, even as he gloats, and the fiend have a practice on this honorable 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 boy. I left him asleep in the parlor, 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 fob him off with some story, easy.

But him, what are we gonna 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 that are coming looking around for him? But, uh, 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, Norrie can't beat her ace. Business needs a lift. Debts to be erased. Think of it as thrift, as a gift, if you get my drift. Now, seems an awful waste. I mean, with the price of meat, what it is when you get it, if you get it. Ah, take for instance, this is only an approximation. Business never better using only pussy, Captain Toast. Now pussy's good for maybe 6 or 7 at the most, and I'm sure they can't get there as far as 10.

What's the sound of the world out there?

What, Mr. Tawny? What, Mr. Tawny?

What is that sound? Those crunching noises pervading the air?

Yes, Mr. Tawny, yes, Mr.

Tawny, yes, all around. It's man devouring man, my dear, and who are we to deny it again?

These are desperate times, Mrs.

And desperate measures are called for.

Here we are, hot from the oven.

Ooh, what is that?

It's brie. Caramel brie. Is it really good? Sir, it's too good. At least. Then again, they don't come in