Now then, my friend.
Now to your purpose.
Patience, enjoy it.
Revenge can't be taken in haste.
Make haste, and if we wed, you'll be commended, sir.
My lord...
And who, may it be said, is your intended, sir?
My ward.
And pretty as a rosebud.
Pretty as her mother?
What? What was that?
Oh, nothing, sir. Nothing.
May we proceed?
Pretty women...
Fascinating...
Sipping coffee, Dancing...
Pretty women are a wonder.
Pretty women.
Sitting in the window or standing on the stair,
Something in them cheers the air.
Pretty women...
Silhouetted...
Stay within you...
Glancing...
Stay forever...
Breathing lightly...
Pretty women...
Pretty women!
Blowing out their candles or
combing out their hair... Then they leave...
Even when they leave you and vanish, they somehow
can still remain there with you,
they're there. Ah, pretty women...
At their mirrors... In their gardens...
Letter-writing... Flower-picking...
Weather-watching...
How they make a man sing!
Proof of heaven as you're living-
Pretty women, sir!
Mr. Todd! I've seen Johanna!
She said she'll leave with me tonight...!
You!
There is indeed a higher power to warn me thus in time-
Johanna elope with you?
I'll make sure that neither you nor any other vile men
shall ever set eyes on her again...!
And as for you, barber,
it is all too clear what company you keep.
Service them well and hold their custom -
for you'll have none of mine.
Mr. Todd - you have to help me
Out. - Mr. Todd, please
Out. - Mr. Todd-
OUT!
All this shouting and running about, what's happened-?
I had him - The sailor busted in, I know,
I saw them both running down the street-
I had him! His throat was bare beneath my hand
- There, there, dear. Calm down - No, I had him!
His throat was there, And he'll never come again!
Easy now. Hush, love, hush.
I keep telling you- - When?!
What's your rush? - Why did I wait?
You told me to wait! Now he'll never come again...
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
and it's filled with people who are filled with 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 ten men,
nor a hundred can assuage me-
I will have you!
And I will get him back even as he gloats.
In the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats-
And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I'll never see my girl again,
But the work waits, I'm alive at last
And I'm full of JOY!
That's all very well, but what are we going to do about him?
Hello?
Do you hear me?
Come on... Oh, you great useless thing...
Sit down!
There, drink it down.
Now, we got a body molderin' away upstairs.
what do you intend we should do about that?
Later on, when it's dark, we'll take him to some secret place and bury him.
Well, yes, of course, we could do that.
I don't suppose he's got any relatives going to come poking around looking for him...
Seems a downright shame...
Shame?
Seems an awful waste...
Such a nice plump frame What's-his-name
Has... Had... Has...
Nor it can't be traced.
Business needs a lift- Debts to be erased-
Think of it as thrift, as a gift...
If you get my drift...
Seems an awful waste.
I mean, with the price of meat what it is,
When you get it, If you get it...
Ah-
Good, you got it.
Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop.
Business never better, using only pussycats and toast.
And a 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,
eminently practical and yet appropriate as always.
Well, it does seem a waste!
Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived without you all these years I'll never know!
- Think about it... How delectable!
Also undetectable!
Lots of other gentlemen'll soon be coming for a shave.
How choice! How rare! - Won't they? Think of all them - Pies!
For what's the sound of the world out there?
What, Mr. Todd, What, Mr. Todd, what is that sound?
Those crunching noises pervading the air?
Yes, Mr. Todd, Yes, Mr. Todd, yes, all around.
It's man devouring man, my dear,
And who are we to deny it in here?
Ah, these are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett,
and desperate measures are called for.
Here we are now, hot out of the oven...
What is that?
It's priest. Have a little priest.
Is it really good?
Sir, it's too good, at least.
Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh, so it's pretty fresh.
Awful lot of fat. - Only where it sat.
Haven't you got poet or something like that?
No, you see the trouble with poet is, how do you know it's deceased?
Try the priest.
Lawyer's rather nice.
If it's for a price.
Order something else, though, to follow,
since no one should swallow it twice.
Anything that’s lean.
Well, then, if you’re British and loyal, you might...
...might enjoy Royal Marine.
Anyway, it's clean.
Though, of course, it tastes of wherever it's been.
Is that squire on the fire?
Mercy no, sir, look closer, you'll notice it's grocer.
Looks thicker. More like vicar.
No, it has to be grocer - it's green.
The history of the world, my love-
Save a lot of graves, do a lot of relatives favors...
Is those below serving those up above.
Everybody shaves, so there should be plenty of flavors...
How gratifying for once to know-
That those above will serve those down below!
What is that?
It's fop. Finest in the shop.
Or we have some shepherd's pie peppered With actual shepherd on top.
And I've just begun.
Here's a politician - so oily, it's served with a doily- Have one?
Put it on a bun.
Well, you never know if it's going to run.
Try the friar. Fried, it's drier.
No, the clergy is really too coarse and too mealy.
Then actor - That's compacter.
Yes, and always arrives overdone.
I'll come again when you have Judge on the menu...
Have charity towards the world, my pet-
Yes, yes, I know, my love
We'll take the customers that we can get.
High,born and low, my love.
We'll not discriminate great from small.
No, we'll serve anyone-
We’ll serve anyone-
And to anyone at all!
So it's true.
Sir... A gentlemen knocks before entering a lady's room.
Indeed he does... But I see no lady.
I told myself the sailor was lying...
That my Johanna would never betray me. Never hurt me so.
Sir... I will leave this place.
I think that only appropriate.
Since you no longer find my company to your liking,
we shall provide you with new lodgings.
Until this moment I have spared the rod...
And the ungrateful child has broken my heart.
When you have learned to appreciate what you have,
perhaps we shall meet again.
Until then...
Think on your sins.
Johanna!
Where are you taking her?! Tell me or I swear by God...!
Would you kill me, boy?! Here I stand!
I feel you, Johanna,
I feel you.
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I'm at your window.
I am in the dark beside you,
buried sweetly in your yellow hair,
Johanna...
And are you beautiful and pale,
with yellow hair, like her?
I'd want you beautiful and pale,
the way I've dreamed you were...
Johanna...
And if you're beautiful, what then,
with yellow hair, like wheat?
I think we shall not meet again-
My little dove, my sweet...
Johanna... I'll steal you, Johanna
Goodbye, Johanna,
You're gone, and yet you're mine.
I'm fine, Johanna,
I'm fine!
Smoke! Smoke!
Sign of the devil! Sign of the devil! City on fire!
Witch! Witch!
Smell it, sir! An evil smell!
Every night at the vespers bell- Smoke that comes from the mouth of hell-
City on fire! City on fire...
Mischief! Mischief! Mischief...
And if I never hear your voice,
my turtledove, my dear,
I still have reason to rejoice:
The way ahead is clear...
Johanna...
I feel you... - And in that darkness when I'm blind
Johanna... - with what I can't forget-
It's always morning in my mind, my little lamb, my pet...
Johanna...
You stay, Johanna...
The way I've dreamed you are.
Oh look, Johanna-,
A star! - Buried sweetly in your yellow hair...
A shooting star!
There! There! Somebody, somebody look up there!
Didn't I tell you? Smell that air? City on fire!
Quick, sir! Run and tell!
Warn 'em all of the witch's spell!
There it is, there it is, the unholy smell!
Tell it to the Beadle and the police as well!
Tell 'em! Tell 'em! Help! Fiend!
City on fire...
Mischief... Mischief...
And though I'll think of you, I guess, until the day I die,
I think I miss you less and less as every day goes by...
And you'd be beautiful and pale, and look too much like her.
If only angels could prevail, we'd be the way we were.
I feel you... Johanna...
Wake up, Johanna!
Another bright red day!
We learn, Johanna, to say...
...Goodbye.
I'll steal you...
Ladies and gentlemen, May I have your attention, please?
Are your nostrils aquiver and tingling as well
at that delicate, luscious ambrosial smell?
Yes they are, I can tell...
Well, ladies and gentlemen, that aroma enriching the breeze
is like nothing compared to its succulent source,
as the gourmets among you will tell you, of course.
Ladies and gentlemen, you can't imagine
the rapture in store-
Just inside of this door!
There you'll sample Mrs. Lovett's meat pies,
Savory and sweet pies, as you'll see.
You who eat pies, Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies used to be!
Toby! - Coming!
Ale there! - Right, mum!
Quick, now!
Nice to see you, dearie... How have you been keeping?...
Cor, me bones is weary! Toby-!
One for the gentleman... Hear the birdies cheeping-
Helps to keep it cheery...
Toby! Throw the old woman out!
What's my secret? Frankly, dear - forgive my candor-
Family secret, all to do with herbs.
Things like being careful with your coriander,
That's what makes the gravy grander-!
Eat them slow and feel the crust, how thin I rolled it!
Eat them slow, 'cos every one's a prize!
Eat them slow, 'cos that's the lot and now we've sold it!
Come again tomorrow-! - Hold it!
Bless my eyes-!
Fresh supplies!
How about it, dearie? - Is that a pie fit for a king,
Be here in a twinkling! Just confirms me theory-
Toby - ! God watches over us.
- A wondrous sweet and most delectable thing?
Didn't have an inkling... Positively eerie... - You see, ma’am, why there is no meat pie-
Toby! Throw the old woman out!
...which is not to say we couldn't get some nice taxidermy animals to bring
a touch of gentility to the place. You know, a boar's head or two...
Mr. T., are you listening to me?
Of course.
Then what did I just say?
There must be a way to the Judge!
Judge! Always harping on the bloody old Judge!
We got a nice respectable business now, money coming in regular and -
since we're careful to pick and choose - only strangers and people what won't be missed
who's going to catch on?
Oooh, Mr. Todd- I'm so happy- I could-
Eat you up, I really could! You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream- If the business stays as good, where I'd really like to go...
In a year or so... Don't you want to know?
Of course.
Do you really want to know?
Yes, I do.
By the sea, Mr. Todd, That's the life I covet;
By the sea, Mr. Todd, Ooh, 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.
My eyelids'll flutter, I'll turn into butter,
The moment I mutter "I do!"
There 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 did your Lucy look like?
Can't really remember can you?
She had yellow hair.
You've got to leave all this behind you know...
She's gone...
Life is for the alive, my dear.
We could have a life, us two...
Maybe not like I dreamed, maybe not like you remember.
But we could get by.
Mr. Todd... Mrs. Lovett, ma'am...
What is it, Anthony?
He has her locked in a madhouse.
Johanna?
Fogg's Asylum.
But I've circled the place 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 all the wigmakers of London go to obtain their hair?
Bedlam. They get their hair from the lunatics at Bedlam.
I don't understand-
We shall set you up as a wigmaker's apprentice.
That will gain you access - and then you take her.
Go - quickly, go!
Fetch the boy.
Don't you think you should leave the boy now-
Toby... Mr. Todd needs you.
Yes'm.
Mr. T.?
You know where the Old Bailey is?
Oh, yes, sir. Not that I've ever been there -
Take this there and seek out a Judge Turpin. Repeat that.
Go to the Old Bailey. Find Judge Turpin.
Put this into his hands. Only to him. Do you understand?
Yes, sir, and while I'm out do you mind if I stop by the grocer and pick up the-
No, you are not to stop. You are not to speak!
You are to deliver this letter! Do you understand?
Yes, sir.
Where you been, lad? We had quite a rush at the dinner time!
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 look.
And I was thinkin'...
But for you I would be there now. Or someplace worse.
Seems like the Good Lord sent you for me.
Oh, love, I feel quite the same way-
Listen to me, please.
You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you.
Say, if there was someone around - someone bad - only you didn't know it.
What is this? What are you talking about?
Nothing's gonna harm you, Not while I'm around.
Nothing 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.
Darling, hush now, 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 this foolishness?
What are you talking about?
Little things what I 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, mum.
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 foolish chatter?
Here, how about I give you a nice shiny new penny
and you can get us some toffees-?
That's Signor Pirelli's purse!
No, no, love - this is just something Mr. T. give me for my birthday-
That proves it - You've gotta come, mum!
We gotta find the Beadle and get the law here -
Hush now, Toby, hush... You're not going anywhere.
You just sit here, nice and quiet... Next to me. That's right.
How could you think such a thing of Mr. Todd, who'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 should be having this little chat right now...
'Cause I was just thinkin', you know how you've always fancied coming
into the bakehouse with me to help make the pies?
Yes, ma'am.
Well... no time like the present.
I'm feeling bad for you goin' up and down all these stairs!
Well, that'll be your job now.
Yes, ma'am!
Coo, quite a stink, ain't there?
You see those grates go right down to the sewers
and the smell come up,
always a few rats gone home to Jesus down there.
Now this would be the bake oven...
Three dozen at a time. Always be sure the doors is closed properly, like this.
Doors closed properly.
And here's the grinder...
You pop in the meat, give it a good grind
and it comes out here.
You try.
Good grind,
comes out there.
That's my boy.
Now I've got to pop upstairs, back in two shakes, all right?
Do you mind if I have a pie while I wait?
As many as you like, son...
...Oh yes, sir, I agree.
It would be to our mutual interest to come to some arrangement
in regard to my poor children's hair.
Brunettes...
Redheads...
I keep the blondes in here.
It was yellow hair you was looking for, sir?
Yes.
That one has hair the shade I need.
Come, child.
Smile for the gentleman and you shall have a sweetie.
Now, where shall I cut?
Not a word, Mr. Fogg, or it will be your last...
Now, I leave you to the mercy of your children.
I got him locked in - but if he escapes he’ll go to the law!
Then he won't escape.
I don't know, Mr. Todd-
The Judge will be here soon!
Excuse me, sir! You gave me a fright!
Not my intention, good madam, I assure you.
though I am here on official business.
You see, there's been some complaints.
About the stink from your chimney.
They say at night, it's something most foul.
Health regulations - and the general public welfare, naturally - being my duty,
I'm afraid I'll have to take a look...
...at your bakehouse.
Of course, sir...
But first why don't you come upstairs and let me attend to you?
Much as I do appreciate tonsorial adornment,
I really ought see to my "official" obligations first.
I completely understand -
But you indulge me, sir...
What is that exotic aroma?
Me secret is a touch of ambergris.
But dare I offer you something more appropriate for a gentleman of your standing?
The ladies would greatly appreciate it, sir...
Well... you are the expert in these matters...
Can you take a moment?
Would you like a bit of... bay rum, sir?
Oooh, bay rum is bracing.
Let me out!
Please, 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?
Nothing’s gonna harm you, darling...
Not while I’m around.
Toby...
Mr. Todd...?
You wait for him here.
I'll return with the coach in less than half an hour...
Don't worry,
no one will recognize you...
You're safe now.
Safe...
So we run away and then all our dreams come true?
I hope so...
I have never had dreams. Only nightmares.
Johanna...
When we’re free of this place all the ghosts will go away.
No, Anthony, they never go away.
I'll be right back to you...
Half an hour and we'll be free.
Beadle... Beadle...
No good hiding, I saw you!
Are you in there still?
Beadle... Beadle...
Beadle dear, Beadle...
Who are you? What are you doing here?!
Ah, evil is here, sir.
The stink of evil - from below - from her!...
She's the Devil's wife!
Oh, beware her, sir. She with no pity...
...in her heart...
Hey, don't I know you, mister?
Where is she?
Below, your Honor.
With my neighbor.
Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her.
Thank heavens, too, she has seen the error of her ways.
She has?
Oh yes, your lesson was well learned.
She speaks only of you, longing for forgiveness.
Then she shall have it.
She'll be here soon, you say?
Yes.
Excellent, my friend!
How about a shave?
Sit, sir. Sit.
Pretty women! - Pretty women, yes.
Johanna, Johanna...
Pretty women...
Pretty women are a wonder...
What we do for pretty women...
Blowing out their candles, combing out their hair-
Then they leave-
Even when they leave you and vanish, they somehow
can still remain there with you there...
How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit!
With fellow tastes - in women, at least.
What? 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 particularly memorable.
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, lad?
No - I...
Everyone needs a good shave-!
Forget my face.
Die! Die! God in heaven - die!
You!
Why did you scream?
He was clutching onto my dress, but he's finished now...
I'll take care of it. Open the door.
Open the door, I said!
"Don't I know you?" she said...
You knew she lived.
I was only thinking of you!
You lied 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 -
Poor thing, she lived -
I've come home again... - But it left her weak in the head,
All she did for months was just lie there in bed-
Lucy... - Should've been in hospital,
Wound up in Bedlam instead, poor thing...
Better you should think she was dead. - Oh, my God...
Yes, I lied 'cos I love you! - Lucy...
I'd be twice the wife she was! I love you!
Could that thing have cared for you like me?
What have i done?!
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.
No, come here, my love... - Everything I did I swear I thought
Not a thing to fear, my love... - was only for the best, believe me!
- What's dead... is dead. - Can we still be married?
The history of the world, my pet- - Do you mean it?
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-!
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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