I have sailed the world Beheld its wonders
From the Dardanelles To the mountains of Peru
But there's no place like London
No, there's no place like London
Mr. Todd?
You are young Life has been kind to you
You will learn
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 could spit
And it goes by the name of London
At the top of the hole Sit a privileged few
Making mock of the vermin In the lower zoo
Turning beauty into filth and greed I too
Have sailed the world And seen its wonders
For the cruelty of men Is as wondrous as Peru
But there's no place like London
Is everything aII right, Mr. Todd?
I beg your induIgence, Anthony.
My mind is far from easy.
In these once-famiIiar streets, I feeI shadows. . .
-. . .everywhere. -Shadows?
Ghosts.
There was a barber and his wife
And she was beautiful
A foolish barber 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 plate
Then there was nothing but to wait
And she would fall
So soft, so young, so lost
And, oh, so beautiful
And the Iady, sir, did she succumb?
Oh, that was many years ago
I doubt if anyone would know
I'd Iike to thank you, Anthony.
If you hadn't spotted me, I'd be Iost on the ocean stiII.
WiII I see you again?
You might find me if you Iike.
Around FIeet Street, I wouIdn't wonder.
UntiI then, my friend.
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
A customer!
Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry?
You gave me such a fright I thought you was a ghost!
Half a minute, can 't you sit? Sit you down. Sit!
All I meant is that I haven 't Seen a customer for weeks
Did you come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me If me head's a little vague
What is that?
But you'd think we had the plague From the way that people keep avoiding
No, you don't.
Heaven knows I try, sir
But there's no one Comes in even to inhale
Right you are, sir Would you like a drop of ale?
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 'em But good? No
The worst pies in London
Even that's polite The worst pies in London
If you doubt it, take a bite
Is that just disgusting? You have to concede it
It's nothing but crusting
Here, drink this, you'll need 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 Men 'd think it was a treat
Findin ' poor animals What are dyin ' in the street
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop
Does a business But I noticed something weird
Lately all her neighbors ' cats Have disappeared
Have to hand it to her What I calls enterprise
Poppin ' pussies into pies
Wouldn 't do in my shop
Just the thought of it's Enough to make you sick
And I'm tellin ' you Them pussycats is quick
No denying times is hard, sir
Even harder than The worst pies in London
Only lard and nothing more Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty
It looks like it's molting
And tastes like
Well, pity A woman alone
With limited wind
And the worst pies in London
Ah, sir, times is hard
Times is hard
Trust me, dearie, it's gonna take a Iot more than aIe to wash that taste out.
Come with me. We'II get you a nice tumbIer of gin, eh?
Isn't this homey, now?
The cheery waIIpaper was a reaI bargain too.
It was onIy partIy singed when the chapeI burned down. There you go.
You sit down, warm your bones.
You got a room over the shop here.
Times is so hard, why don't you rent it out?
What, up there? No, no one wiII go near it.
PeopIe think it's haunted.
-Haunted? -Yeah.
And who's to say they're wrong?
You see, years ago, something happened up there.
Something not very nice.
There was a barber and his wife
And he was beautiful
A proper artist with a knife
But they transported him for life
And he was beautiful
Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker.
What was his crime?
FooIishness.
He had this wife, you see
Pretty little thing, silly little nit
Had her chance For the moon on a string
Poor thing
There was this judge, you see
Wanted her like mad Every day he sent her a flower
But did she come down From her tower?
Sat up there And sobbed by the hour
Poor fool
Ah, but there was worse yet to come Poor thing
Well, beadle calls on her, all polite
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
Of course, when she goes there Poor thing, poor thing
They're having this ball all in masks
There's no one she knows there Poor dear, poor thing
She wanders, tormented, and drinks Poor thing
The judge has repented, she thinks Poor thing
''Oh, where is Judge Turpin?'' she asks
He was there, all right Only not so contrite
She wasn 't no match for such craft You see
And everyone thought it so droll
They figured she had to be daft You see
So all of them stood there and laughed You see
Poor soul
Poor thing
No!
WouId no one have mercy on her?
So it is you. . .
. . .Benjamin Barker.
Where is Lucy?
Where is my wife?
She poisoned herseIf.
Arsenic, from the apothecary around the corner.
I tried to stop her, but she wouIdn't Iisten to me.
And he's got your daughter.
He?
Judge Turpin?
Adopted her. Like his own.
Fifteen years. . .
. . .sweating in a Iiving heII on a faIse charge.
Fifteen years dreaming I might come home to a wife and chiId.
I can't say the years have been particuIarIy kind to you, Mr. Barker.
No. Not Barker.
That man is dead.
It's Todd now. Sweeney Todd.
And he wiII have his revenge.
Come in.
Nothing to be afraid of, Iove.
When they came for the girI, I hid them.
CouId've soId them, but I didn't.
Those handIes is chased siIver, ain't they?
SiIver. Yes.
These are my friends
See how they glisten
See this one shine
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, Mr. Todd -Come, let me hold you
-If you only knew, Mr. Todd -Now, with a sigh
-Oh, Mr. Todd, you're warm in my hand -You grow warm in my hand
-My friend -You've come home
-My clever friend -Always had a fondness for you, I did
Rest now, my friends
-Never you fear, Mr. Todd -Soon I'll unfold you
-You can move in here, Mr. Todd -Soon you'll know
-Splendors you never have dreamed -Splendors you never have dreamed
-All your days -All your days will be yours
My lucky friends
-I'm your friend and now you're mine -Till now your shine
-Don 't they shine beautiful? -Was merely silver
-Silver's good enough for me, Mr. T. -Friends
You shall drip rubies
You'll soon drip
Precious rubies
Leave me.
At Iast. . .
. . .my arm is compIete again.
Greenfinch and linnet bird Nightingale, blackbird
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate Sitting in cages
Never taking wing?
Outside, the sky waits Beckoning, beckoning
Just beyond the bars
How can you remain Staring at the rain
Maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing anything?
How is it you sing?
My cage has many rooms Damask and dark
Nothing there sings Not even my lark
Larks never will, you know When they're captive
Teach me to be more adaptive
Greenfinch and linnet bird Nightingale, blackbird
Teach me how to sing
If I cannot fly
Let me sing
Alms
Alms for a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank you, sir!
Ma'am? CouId you teII me whose house this is?
That's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.
And the young Iady who resides there?
Oh, that's Johanna. . .
. . .his pretty IittIe ward.
Keeps her snug, he does. AII Iocked up.
So don't you go trespassing there. . .
. . .or it's a good whipping for you. . .
. . .or any other young man with mischief on his mind.
Alms
Alms for a desperate woman
I feel you, Johanna
I feel you
I was half convinced I'd waken
Satisfied enough to dream you
Happily I was mistaken, Johanna
I'll steal you, Johanna
I'll steal you
Come in, Iad. Come in.
You were Iooking for Hyde Park, you say?
Yes.
It's very Iarge on the map, but I keep getting Iost.
Sit down, Iad, sit down.
It's embarrassing for a saiIor to Iose his bearings, but there you are.
A saiIor?
Yes, sir. The Bountiful, out of PIymouth.
A saiIor must know the ways of the worId, yes?
Must be practiced in the ways of the worId.
WouId you say you were practiced, boy?
Sir?
Oh, yes.
Such practices.
The geishas of Japan. The concubines of Siam.
The catamites of Greece. The harIots of India.
I have them aII here. Drawings of them.
Everything you've ever dreamed of doing. . .
. . .with a woman.
WouId you Iike to see?
I think there's been some mistake.
I think not.
You gandered at my ward, Johanna.
You gandered at her.
-Yes, sir, you gandered. -I meant no harm.
Your meaning is immateriaI.
Mark me.
If I see your face again on this street. . .
. . .you'II rue the day you were born.
Hyde Park is that way, young sir!
A Ieft and a right and straight on, you see?
Move on, now!
You heard what Judge Turpin said, IittIe man.
Next time, it'II be your pretty IittIe brains aII over the pavement.
I'll steal you, Johanna
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
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
I feel you, Johanna
And one day I'll steal you
Till I'm with you then I'm with you there
Sweetly buried in your yellow hair
He's here every Thursday. ItaIian. AII the rage, he is.
Best barber in London, they say.
Hang on.
Ladies and gentlemen May I have your attention, please?
Do you wake every morning In shame and despair
To discover your pillow Is covered with hair?
What ought not to be there
Well, ladies and gentlemen From now on, you can waken at ease
You need never again Have a worry or care
I will show you A miracle marvelous rare
Gentlemen, you are about to see Something what rose from the dead
On the top of my head
'Twas Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
That's what did the trick, sir True, sir, true
Was it quick, sir? Did it in a tick, sir
Just like an elixir Ought to do
How about a bottle, mister?
Only costs a penny, guaranteed
Does Pirelli's Stimulate the growth, sir?
You can have my oath, sir 'Tis unique
Rub a minute Stimulatin ', innit?
Soon you'll have to thin it Once a week
Pardon me, ma 'am What's that awful stench?
Are we standing near an open trench?
-Must be standing near an open trench -Pardon me, what's that awful stench?
Buy Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
Anything what's slick, sir Soon sprouts curls
Try Pirelli's When they see how thick, sir
You can have your pick, sir Of the girls
Wanna buy a bottle, missus?
-What is this? -What is this?
-Smells like piss -Smells like--
-Looks like piss -Wouldn 't touch it if I was you, dear
This is piss Piss with ink
Let Pirelli's activate your roots, sir
Keep it off your boots, sir Eats right through
Yes, get Pirelli's, use a bottle of it Ladies seem to love it
Flies do too
I am Adolfo Pirelli
The king of the barbers The barber of kings
E buon giorno, good day I blow you a kiss
And I
The so-famous Pirelli I wish to know
Who has the nerve to say
My elixir is piss
Who says this?
I do.
I'm Mr. Sweeney Todd of FIeet Street.
I've opened a bottIe of PireIIi's EIixir.
And I say to you that it is nothing but an arrant fraud. . .
. . .concocted from piss and ink.
Furthermore, signor. . .
. . .I have serviced no kings. . .
. . .yet I wager that I can shave a cheek with 1 0 times more dexterity. . .
. . .than any street mountebank.
Do you see these razors?
I Iay them against 5 pound. . .
. . .you are no match, sir.
Either accept my chaIIenge. . .
. . .or reveaI yourseIf as a sham.
You hear this fooIish man?
Now, pIease, you wiII see how he wiII regret his foIIy.
Toby!
Who's for a free shave?
WiII BeadIe Bamford be the judge?
GIad, as aIways, to obIige my friends and neighbors.
-Ready? -Ready.
Ready.
The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner!
Now, signorine, signori We mix the lather
But first you gather around Signorine, signori
You looking a man
Who have had the glory To shave the pope
Mr. Sweeney, whoever I beg your pardon
You'll probably say it was only a cardinal Nope!
It was the pope!
To shave the face To cut the hair
Require the grace Require the flair
For if you slip You nick the skin
You clip the chin You rip the lip a bit beyond repair
To shave the face
Or even a part Without it smart
Require the heart
Not just the flash
It take panache It take the passion for the art
To shave the face To trim the beard
To make the bristle Clean like a whistle
This is from early infancy The talent give to me
By God
It take the skill It take the brains
It take the will To take the pains
It take the pace
It take the grace
The winner is Todd!
Sir, I bow to a skiII far greater than my own.
The 5 pound.
May the good Lord smiIe on you. . .
. . .untiI we meet again.
Come, boy. Come!
I suppose it's just me gentIe heart, but I do hate to see a boy treated Iike that.
CongratuIations, Mr. Todd.
May I ask you, sir, do you have your own estabIishment?
He certainIy does.
Sweeney Todd's TonsoriaI ParIor, above my Meat Pie Emporium in FIeet Street.
I thank you, sir.
You are a paragon of integrity.
WeII, I try to do my best for my friends and neighbors.
Your estabIishment is in FIeet Street, you say?
Yes, sir.
Then, Mr. Todd, you shaII sureIy see me there before the week is out.
You wiII be weIcome, BeadIe Bamford.
And I can guarantee to give you, without a penny's charge. . .
. . .the cIosest shave you wiII ever know.
Come on, Iove.
It's not much of a chair, but it'II do. It was me poor AIbert's chair.
Sit in it aII day Iong he did, after his Ieg gave out with the gout.
Why doesn't the beadIe come?
" Before the week is out," that's what he said.
WeII, who says the week's out? It's onIy Tuesday.
Easy, now Hush, love, hush
Don 't distress yourself What's your rush?
Keep your thoughts Nice and lush
Wait
Hush, love, hush Think it through
Once it bubbles Then what's to do?
Watch it close Let it brew
Wait
I've been thinking flowers
Maybe daisies To brighten up the room
Don 't you think some flowers Pretty daisies
Might relieve the gloom?
Ah, wait
Love, wait
And the judge? When'II we get to him?
Can't you think of nothing eIse? AIways brooding away on your wrongs. . .
. . .and what happened heaven knows how many years ago. Come on.
Slow, love, slow Time's so fast
Now goes quickly See, now it's passed
Soon will come Soon will last
Wait
Don 't 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 don 't know, though What do you think?
Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me.
Mrs. Lovett, sir.
A pIeasure, ma'am.
Mr. Todd, there's a girI who needs my heIp.
Such a sad girI and IoneIy, but beautifuI too.
-SIow down, son. -Yes. I'm sorry.
This girI's guardian keeps her Iocked away. . .
. . .but then this morning she dropped this.
SureIy a sign that Johanna wants me to heIp her.
That's her name, Johanna. And Turpin is her guardian.
He's a judge of some sort. Once he goes to court, I'II sIip into the house. . .
. . .reIease her and beg her to come away with me.
-Oh, this is very romantic. -Yes.
But I don't know anyone in London, you see.
And I need somewhere safe to bring her tiII I've hired a coach to take us away.
If I couId keep her here just for an hour or two, I'd be forever in your debt.
Bring her here, Iove.
Thank you, ma'am.
Mr. Todd?
Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you, my friend. Thank you, ma'am.
Seems Iike the Fates are favoring you at Iast, Mr. T.
What is it? You'II have her back before the day's out.
-What about him? -Him?
Oh, weII. Let him bring her here.
And then, since you're so hot for a IittIe:
That's the throat to sIit, my dear.
Poor IittIe Johanna.
AII those years without a scrap of motherIy affection.
WeII, I'II soon see to that.
HeIIo. What's he doing here?
Keep the boy downstairs.
Signora, is Mr. Todd at home?
PIying his trade upstairs.
WouId you Iook at it, now?
You wouIdn't mind if I gave it a nice, juicy meat pie, wouId you?
Whatever you want.
Come on, Iad.
Your teeth are strong, I hope.
CIose the door.
Get you a nice, IoveIy pie.
Sit down. Make yourseIf comfy.
Come in.
Mr. Todd.
Signor PireIIi.
CaII me Davey. Davey CoIIins is the name when it's not professionaI.
I'd Iike me 5 quid back, if you don't mind.
Why?
Because you entered into our IittIe wager under faIse pretenses, my friend.
So that you might remember to be a bit more forthright in the future. . .
. . .I'II be taking haIf your profits from herewith. Share and share aIike.
Mr. Benjamin Barker.
There we are.
Tuck in.
I Iike to see a man with a heaIthy appetite. Reminds me of my dear AIbert.
Liked to gorge himseIf to bIoatation, he did.
He didn't have your nice head of hair, though.
To teII the truth, it gets awfuI hot.
Yes, this'II do niceIy.
You don't remember me, do you?
Why shouId you?
I was just a IittIe nipper you hired for a coupIe of weeks, sweeping up hair.
But I remember these.
And how couId I ever forget you, Mr. Barker?
I used to sit right here. . .
. . .and dream of the day when I couId be a proper barber myseIf.
You might say that you was inspiration to me.
So has we got a deaI?
Or shouId I run down the street to me oId paI, BeadIe Bamford?
What do you say to that now, Mr. Sweeney Todd?
My, my, my. AIways work to be done.
Spic and span, that's my motto.
So how'd you end up with that dreadfuI ItaIian?
Got me from the workhouse. Been there since I was born.
Oh, God. He's got an appointment with his taiIor. If he's Iate, he'II bIame me.
Wait!
Signor, you've got an appointment.
Signor PireIIi's been caIIed away.
Better run after him.
No, sir. I shouId stay here, or it'II be a Iashing.
He's a great one for the Iashings.
So Mrs. Lovett give you a pie, did she?
She's a reaI Iady.
That she is.
But if I know a growing boy, there's stiII room for more pie, eh?
Yes, sir.
Then why don't you wait for your master downstairs?
Be another pie in it for you, I'm sure.
No. I shouId stay here.
TeII you what.
Why don't you teII Mrs. Lovett. . .
. . .that I said to give you a nice, big tot of gin?
Thank you, sir!
This is the second time, sir. . .
. . .you have been brought before this bench.
Though it is my earnest wish ever to temper justice with mercy. . .
. . .your persistent dedication to a Iife of crime. . .
. . .is an abomination before God and man.
I therefore sentence you to hang by the neck untiI you're dead. . .
. . .and may the Lord have mercy on your souI.
Court is adjourned.
Thank you, Your Honor. Just the sentence we wanted.
Was he guiIty?
WeII, if he didn't do it, he's sureIy done something to warrant a hanging.
What man has not?
Sorry?
No matter. Come.
WaIk home with me.
I have news for you, my friend.
In order to shieId her from the eviIs of this worId. . .
. . .I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.
Oh, sir, happy news indeed.
Strange, though.
When I offered myseIf to her, she showed a certain. . .
. . .reIuctance.
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
StubbIe, you say?
WeII, perhaps I am a IittIe overhasty in the mornings.
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
UntiI?
She bows to your every will
A barber?
Take me to him.
His name is Todd, my Iord, and he is the very Iast word in barbering.
You ought to sIow down a bit, Iad. It'II go straight to your head.
They used to give it to us in the workhouse so's we couId sIeep.
Not that you'd wanna sIeep in that pIace, ma'am.
Not with the things what happened in the dark.
That's nice, dear. Think I'II just pop in on Mr. Todd for a tick.
You aII right there?
Leave the bottIe.
That Iad is drinking me out of house and home.
How Iong tiII PireIIi gets back?
He won't be back.
Mr. T, you didn't.
You're barking mad.
KiIIing a man what done you no harm.
He recognized me from the oId days.
Tried to bIackmaiI me.
HaIf me earnings.
Oh, weII. That's a different matter, then.
For a moment there, I thought you'd Iost your marbIes.
AII that bIood.
Poor bugger.
Oh, weII.
WeII, waste not, want not.
So, what are we gonna do about the boy, then?
Send him up.
Oh, we don't need to worry about him. He's a simpIe thing.
Send him up!
Now, Mr. T, sureIy one's enough for today.
Besides, I was thinking of hiring the Iad to heIp me around the shop.
Me poor knees aren't what they used to be.
AII right.
Of course, we're gonna have to stock up on the gin. Boy drinks Iike a saiIor.
The judge.
Get out.
Get out!
Mr. Todd?
At your service.
An honor to receive your patronage, miIord.
You know me, sir?
Who in this wide worId does not know the great Judge Turpin?
These premises are hardIy prepossessing, and yet the beadIe teIIs me. . .
. . .you're the most accompIished of aII the barbers in the city.
That is gracious of him, sir.
What may I do for you today, sir?
A styIish trimming of the hair?
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 can man require? -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?
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 -Pretty women
-Blowing out their candles -Blowing out their candles
-Or combing out their hair -Combing out their hair
Then they leave
-Even when they leave -Even when they leave you and vanish
-They somehow can still remain -They still
-There with you, there with you -Are there, they're there
-Pretty women -Pretty women
-At their mirrors -In their gardens
-Letter-writing, weather-watching -Flower-picking
-How they make a man sing -How they make a man sing
-Proof of heaven -Proof of heaven
-As you're living -As you're living
-Pretty women, sir! -Pretty women, sir!
-Pretty women, yes! -Pretty women, yes!
-Pretty women -Pretty women
-All the pretty women -Pretty women
Mr. Todd! I've seen Johanna and she said she'd Ieave with me tonight.
You.
There is indeed a higher power, to warn me thus in time.
Johanna, eIope with you?
I'II make sure neither you nor any other man shaII ever set eyes on her again.
As for you, barber, it's aII too cIear what company you keep.
Service them weII and hoId their custom, for you'II have none of mine.
-Mr. Todd, you have to heIp me. -Out.
-Mr. Todd, pIease. Mr. Todd! -Out. Out!
AII this shouting and running about. What's happened?
I had him.
The saiIor busted in. I saw them running down the stairs.
I had him!
His throat was bare beneath my hand
-There, there, dear. CaIm 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 shit
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 one's 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 1 0 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 aII very weII, but what are we gonna do about him?
HeIIo?
Do you hear me?
Come on.
Oh, you great useIess thing.
Sit down.
There. Drink it down.
Now, we got a body moIdering away upstairs.
Now, what do you intend we shouId do about that, then?
Later on, when it's dark. . .
. . .we'II take it to some secret pIace and bury it.
Oh, yeah. Of course we couId do that.
Don't suppose he's got any reIatives gonna come Iooking for him.
Seems a downright shame
Shame?
Seems an awful waste
Such a nice, plump frame What's-his-name has
Had, has
Nor he 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
Good, you got it
Take, for instance Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop
Business never better Using only pussycats and toast
Now, a pussy'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 -It does seem a waste
Eminently practical and yet appropriate As always
Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived without you All these years I'll never know
Lots of other gentlemen 'll soon be Coming for a shave, won 't they?
-Think of all them pies -How choice, how rare
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
It's man devouring man, my dear
-And who are we to deny it in here? -And who are we to deny it in here?
These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett. . .
. . .and desperate measures are caIIed for.
Here we are, 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 that's lean?
Well, then, 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?
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 -That those above
-Will serve those down below -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 the 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 It's compacter
Ah, but always arrives overdone
I'II 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
Highborn and low, my love
We'll not discriminate great from small
No, we'll serve anyone
-We'll serve anyone -Meaning anyone
-And to anyone at all -And to anyone at all
So it's true.
Sir, a gentIeman knocks before entering a Iady's room.
Indeed he does, but I see no Iady.
I toId myseIf that the saiIor was Iying. . .
. . .that my Johanna wouId never betray me, never hurt me so.
Sir, I wiII Ieave this pIace.
I think that onIy appropriate.
Since you no Ionger find my company to your Iiking. . .
. . .we shaII provide you with new Iodgings.
UntiI this moment, I have spared the rod.
But the ungratefuI chiId has broken my heart.
When you've Iearnt to appreciate what you have, perhaps we shaII meet again.
UntiI then. . .
. . .think on your sins.
No!
No, pIease!
Johanna! Where are you taking her? TeII me or I swear I'II--
You'd kiII me, boy? Here I stand!
Johanna!
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 -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 -Johanna
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
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
With what I can 't forget
-Johanna -It's always morning in my mind
My little lamb, my pet
Johanna
-You stay, Johanna -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 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, Johanna
Johanna
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, Johanna
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
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, ma 'am
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 'Cause every one's a prize
Eat them slow, 'cause that's the lot And now we've sold it
Come again tomorrow Hold it
Bless my eyes
Fresh supplies
How about it, dearie? Be there in a twinkling
Just confirms my theory Toby
God watches over us Didn 't have an inkling, positively eerie
Toby, throw the old woman out
StiII gotta keep an eye on househoId expenditure.
Which isn't to say we couIdn't get taxidermy animaIs. . .
. . .bring a touch of gentiIity to the pIace.
You know, a boar's head or two.
Mr. T? You Iistening to me?
Of course.
Then what did I just say?
There must be a way to the judge.
Judge. AIways harping on the bIoody oId judge.
We got a nice, respectabIe business now. Money coming in reguIar-Iike.
And since we're carefuI to pick and choose. . .
. . .strangers, peopIe who won't be missed. . .
. . .who's gonna catch on?
Ooh, 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 Don 't you wanna know?
Of course.
Do you really wanna know?
Yes, I do.
By the sea, Mr. Todd That's the life I covet
By the sea, Mr. Todd Oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone In a house what we'd almost own
-Down by the sea -Anything you say
Wouldn 't that be smashing?
Think how snug it'll be Underneath our flannel
When it's just you and me And the English Channel
In our cozy retreat Kept all neat and tidy
We'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 By the beautiful sea
It'll be so quiet that who 'll come by it Except a seagull?
We shouldn 't try it, though Till it's legal for two
But a seaside wedding Could be devised
Me rumpled bedding legitimized
Me eyelids aflutter, I'll turn into butter The moment I mutter ''I do''
Do you take this woman to be your IawfuIIy wedded wife?
You may kiss your bride.
Down by the sea Married nice and proper
By the sea Bring along your chopper
To the seaside By the beautiful sea
Brought you some breakfast, dear.
Mr. T? Can I ask you a question?
What?
What did your Lucy Iook Iike?
Can't reaIIy remember, can you?
She had yeIIow hair.
You gotta Ieave this aII behind you now.
She's gone.
Life is for the aIive, my dear.
We couId have a Iife, us two.
Maybe not Iike I dreamed.
Maybe not Iike you remember.
But we couId get by.
Mr. Todd? Mrs. Lovett, ma'am?
What is it, Anthony?
He has her Iocked in a madhouse.
-Johanna? -Fogg's AsyIum.
I've circIed the pIace a dozen times. There's no way in. It's a fortress.
I've got him.
Mr. Todd?
We've got her.
Where do you suppose aII the wigmakers in London go to obtain their hair?
BedIam.
They get it from the Iunatics at BedIam.
I don't understand.
We shaII set you up as a wigmaker's apprentice.
That'II gain you access. And then you take her.
Go, quickIy, go!
Fetch the boy.
Don't you think you shouId Ieave the boy aIone?
Toby? Mr. Todd needs you.
Yes, ma'am.
Mr. T?
Do you know where the OId BaiIey is?
Yes, sir. Not that I ever been there.
Take this there. Seek out a Judge Turpin. Repeat that.
Go to OId BaiIey. Find Judge Turpin.
You put that into his hands. OnIy to him, you understand?
Yes, sir. WhiIe I'm out, do you mind if I stop by the grocer--?
No. You're not to stop. You're not to speak.
You're to deIiver the Ietter. Do you understand?
Yes, sir.
Where you been, Iad?
We had quite the rush at dinnertime. Me poor bones is ready to drop.
Mr. Todd sent me on an errand.
And on the way back, I went by the workhouse, just to take a Iook.
And I was thinking, but for you, I'd be there now.
Or somepIace worse.
Seems Iike the good Lord sent you for me.
Oh, Iove, I feeI quite the same way.
Listen to me, pIease. Do you know there's nothing I wouIdn't do for you?
Say, if there were someone around. . .
. . .someone bad.
OnIy, you didn't know it.
What is this? What are you taIking about?
Nothing's gonna harm you Not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you No, sir, not while I'm around
What do you mean, "someone bad" ?
Demons are prowling everywhere Nowadays
I'll send 'em howling, I don 't care I got ways
Hush, darIing. There's no need for this.
No one's gonna hurt you No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there
Demons 'll charm you with a smile
For a while, but in time
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around
That's nice, dear.
Now, what is aII this fooIishness? What are you taIking about?
LittIe things that I've been thinking, about Mr. Todd.
Not to worry, not to worry I may not be smart, but I ain 't dumb
I can do it, put me to it Show me something I can overcome
Not to worry, ma 'am
Being close and being clever Ain 't like being true
I don 't need to, I won 't never Hide a thing from you
Like some
Now, Toby, dear, haven't we had enough of this fooIish chatter?
Yeah.
How about I give you a nice, shiny new penny. . .
. . .and you go and get us some toffees?
That's Signor PireIIi's purse!
No, it's not. Just something Mr. T give me for my birthday.
That proves it! We gotta go, ma'am.
We gotta find the beadIe and get the Iaw here!
Hush, now, you're not going anywhere.
You just sit here, nice and quiet, next to me. That's right. Right.
How couId you think such a thing of Mr. Todd?
He's been so good to us.
Nothing's gonna harm you Not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you, darling Not while I'm around
Demons 'll charm you with a smile For a while
But in time
Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Funny we shouId be having this IittIe chat right now.
Because I was just thinking. . . .
You know how you fancy coming into the bakehouse with me. . .
. . .to heIp make the pies?
Yes, ma'am.
WeII, no time Iike the present, eh?
I feeI bad for you, going up and down aII these stairs.
WeII, that'II be your job now.
Yes, ma'am.
Quite a stink, ain't there?
You see those grates? They go down to the sewers, and the smeIIs come up.
AIways a few rats gone home to Jesus down there.
Now, this'II be the bake oven. Three dozen at a time.
AIways be sure the door is cIosed properIy, Iike this.
Door's cIosed properIy.
This is a grinder.
Pop in the meat.
Give it a good grind.
Pops out there.
You try.
Good grind.
Comes out there.
That's my boy.
I'm just gonna pop upstairs, back in two shakes, aII right?
Do you mind if I have a pie whiIe I wait?
As many as you Iike, son.
Oh, yes, sir, I agree. It wouId be to our mutuaI interest. . .
. . .to come to some arrangement in regard to my poor chiIdren's hair.
Brunettes.
Redheads.
I keep the bIonds in here.
It was yeIIow hair you was Iooking for, sir?
Yes.
That one there has the shade I need.
Come, chiId.
SmiIe for the gentIeman and you shaII have a sweetie.
Now, where shaII I cut?
Not another word, Mr. Fogg, or it wiII be your Iast.
Now I Ieave you to the mercy of your chiIdren.
I got him Iocked in, but if he escapes, he'II go to the Iaw.
-Then he won't escape. -I don't know, Mr. Todd.
The judge'II be here soon--
Excuse me, sir. Gave me a fright.
Not my intention, good madam, I assure you.
Though I am here on officiaI business.
You see, there's been some compIaints about the stink from your chimney.
They say at night, it is something most fouI.
HeaIth reguIations and the generaI pubIic weIfare. . .
. . .naturaIIy being my duty. . .
. . .I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take a Iook. . .
. . .at your bakehouse.
Of course, sir.
But first, why don't you come upstairs? Let me pamper you.
Much as I do appreciate tonsoriaI doormen. . .
. . .I reaIIy ought to see to my officiaI obIigations first.
I compIeteIy understand.
If you'II induIge me, sir, what is that exotic aroma?
Me secret is a touch of ambergris.
Dare I offer you something a tad more appropriate. . .
. . .for a gentIeman of your standing?
The Iadies wiII greatIy appreciate it, sir.
WeII, you are the expert in these matters.
OnIy take a moment.
WouId you Iike a bit of bay rum, sir?
Bay rum is very bracing.
Let me out!
PIease, Iet me out!
Let me out!
Toby?
Where is he?
Toby, where are you, love?
Toby?
Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Toby?
Where are you hiding?
Toby?
Nothing's gonna harm you, darling
Not while I'm around
Toby!
Mr. Todd!
You wait for him here. I'II return with a coach in Iess than haIf an hour.
Don't worry. No one'II recognize you.
You're safe now.
Safe?
So we run away and then aII our dreams come true?
I hope so.
I've never had dreams. OnIy nightmares.
Johanna. . .
. . .when we're free of this pIace, aII the ghosts wiII go away.
No, Anthony. They never go away.
I'II be right back to you. HaIf an hour and we'II be free.
Beadle, beadle
No good hiding, I saw you
Are you in there still, beadle? Beadle?
Beadle, dear beadle?
Beadle deedle deedle deedle deedle Dumpling, beadle dumpling
Be-deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle Deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle
Deedle deedle deedle de--
Who are you? What are you doing in here?
EviI is here, sir.
The stink of eviI, from beIow, from her! She's the deviI's wife.
Beware her, sir. She with no pity in her heart.
Hey, don't I know you, mister?
Mr. Todd?
Where is she?
BeIow, Your Honor. With my neighbor.
Thank heavens the saiIor did not moIest her.
Thank heavens, too, she has seen the error of her ways.
She has?
Oh, yes.
Your Iesson was weII-Iearned.
She speaks onIy of you. Longing for forgiveness.
Then she shaII have it.
She'II be here soon, you say?
Yes.
ExceIIent, my friend.
How about a shave?
Sit, sir. Sit.
-Pretty women -Pretty women, yes
Johanna, Johanna
Pretty women Pretty women are a wonder
Pretty women
-What we do for pretty women -Pretty women
-Blowing out their candles -Blowing out their candles
-Or combing out their hair -Combing out their hair
Then they leave
-Even when they leave -Even when they leave you and vanish
-They still are there -They somehow can still remain
-There with you, there -They're there
How seIdom it is one meets a feIIow spirit.
With feIIow tastes. . .
. . .in women, at Ieast.
What's that?
The years, no doubt, have changed me, sir.
But then, I suppose the face of a barber. . .
. . .the face of a prisoner in the dock, is not particuIarIy memorabIe.
Benjamin Barker.
Benjamin Barker!
Rest now, my friend
Rest now forever
Sleep now the untroubled sleep
Of the angels
-Come for a shave, have you, Iad? -No, I--
Everyone needs a good shave.
Forget my face.
Die! God in heaven, die!
You.
Why did you scream?
He was catching onto me dress, but he's finished now.
I'II take care of it. Open the door.
Open the door, I said.
" Don't I know you," she said.
You knew she Iived.
I was onIy thinking of you.
You Iied to me.
No, no, not lied at all No, I never lied
Lucy
Said she took the poison, she did Never said that she died
-I've come home again -Poor thing, she lived
But it left her weak in the head
All she did for months Was just lie there in bed
Should've been in hospital Wound up in Bedlam instead
-Poor thing -Oh, my God
Better you should think she was dead Yes, I lied 'cause I love you
-I'd be twice the wife she was -Lucy
-I love you -What have I done?
Could that thing have cared for you Like me?
Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder Eminently practical
And yet appropriate as always
As you've said repeatedly There's little point in dwelling on the past
-Now, come here, my love -Do you mean it?
Everything I did, I swear I thought was only for the best
Not a thing to fear, my love What's dead is dead
Can we still be married?
The history of the world, my pet
Oh, Mr. Todd, oh, Mr. Todd Leave it to me
Is learn forgiveness and try to forget
By the sea, Mr. Todd We'll be comfy-cozy
By the sea, Mr. Todd Where there's no one nosy
And life is for the alive, my dear So let's keep living it
-Just keep living it, really living it -Just keep living it, really living it
There was a barber and his wife
And she was beautiful
A foolish barber and his wife
She was his reason and his life
And she was beautiful
And she was virtuous
And he was....
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