Attend the tale of Sweeny Todd.
His skin was pale and his eye was odd.
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
Who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod,
Did Sweeny Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
He kept a shop in London Town
Of fancy clients and good renown.
And what if none of their souls were saved?
They went to their
Maker impeccably shaved by Sweeny,
By Sweeny Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Swing your razor wide, Sweeny,
Hold it to the skies!
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.
His need were few, his room was bare:
a lavabo and a fancy chair,
A mug of suds and a leather strop,
An apron, a towel, a pail and a mop.
For neatness, he deserves a nod.
Does Sweeny Todd,, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
In conspicuous Sweeny was,
Quick and quite and clean 'e was.
Back of his smile, under his word,
Sweeny heard music that nobody heard.
Sweeny pondered and Sweeny planned,
Like a perfect machine 'e planned
Sweeny was smooth, Sweeny was subtle,
Sweeny would blink and rats would scuttle.
Sweeny! Sweeny! Sweeny! Sweeny!
Sweeny!
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd
He served a dark and a hungry god
What happened then, well that's the play,
And he wouldn't want us to give it away. Not Sweeney,
Not Sweeney Todd, The demon barber of Fleet Street.
I have sailed the world
beheld its wonders
from the Dardanelles,
to the mountains of Peru,
But there's no place like London!
I feel home again...
I could hear the city bells ring...
Whatever would I do?
No there's... No place like London...
Mr. Todd, sir You are young...
Life has been kind to you... You will learn.
'Tis here we go our seperate ways.
Farewell Antony.
I will not soon forget the good ship bountiful, nor the young man who saved my life.
There's no cause to thank me for that, sir.
It would have been a poor Christian indeed who would have spotted you
pinching and tossing on that raft and not given the alarm.
There's many a Christian would've done just that and not lost a winks sleep over it either.
Alms, alms for a miserable woman, on a miserable chilly mornin'!
Thank ya, sir, thank ya...
How would ya like a little muff, dear a little jig-jig,
a little bounce around the bush!
Wouldn't ya like to push me parsley?
It looks to me, dear, that you've got plenty there to push!
Alms, alms for a pitiful woman...
what's got wandering wits?
Hey! DOn't I know you, mister?
Must you glare at me, woman?
Off with you! Off I say!
Then how would ya like to split me muff?
Mister, we'll go jig-jig! A little... Off I said!
To the devil with you!
Alms, alms for a pitiful woman!
Pardon me, sir, but there's no need to fear the likes of her,
she's only a half-crazed beggar woman...
London's full of them.
I beg your indulgance, boy, my mind is far from easy.
For in the once familiar streets I feel a chill of ghostly shadows everywhere.
Forgive me.
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 the privileged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo
turning beauty to filth and greed...
I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,
for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru
but there's no place like London!
There was a barber and his wife
and she was beautiful...
a foolish barber and his wife.
She was his reason for his life...
and she was beautiful, and she was virtuous.
And he was nieve.
There was another man who saw
that she was beautiful...
A biased vulture of the law
who, with a gesture of his claw
removed the barber from his plate!
And there was nothing but to wait!
And she would fall!
So soft! So young!
So lost and oh so beautiful!
The lady, sir...did she succumb?
Ah, that was many years ago...
I doubt if anyone would know.
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'tcher 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 --
Ugh! What is that? But you think we had the plague!
From the way that people Keep avoiding -- No you don't!
Heaven knows I try, sir! Ick!
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't 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 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
Wot are dyin' in the street!
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop!
Does a business but I notice something weird.
Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared!
Have to hand it to her -- Wot 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!
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.
TODD: What was his crime?
LOVETT: Foolishness.
He had this wife, y'see,
Pretty little thing, Silly little nit,
Had her chance for the moon on a string.
Poor thing. Poor thing.
There were these two, y'see,
Wanted her like mad,
One of 'em a judge, t'other one his beadle!
Every day they'd nudge and they'd wheedle!
But she wouldn't budge from her needle!
Too bad, Pure thing.
So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did,
Leavin' 'er 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...
Johanna... That was the baby's name, pretty little Johanna.
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 'avin' 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...
'E was there alright, Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, y'see,
And everyone thought it so droll.
They figured she had to be daft, y'see,
So all of them stood there and laughed, y'see!
Poor soul! Poor thing!
These are my friends,
See how they glisten.
See this one shine,
How he smiles in the light,
My friends,
My faithful friends...
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, Ooh, Mr. Todd,
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
Soon you'll know splendors Mr. Todd.
You never have dreamed
All your days, My lucky friends.
Will be yours!
I'm your friend, Till now your shine
And you're mine! Don't they shine beautiful?
Was merely silver. Silver's good enough for me,
Friends, You shall drip rubies,
Mr. T... You'll soon drip precious Rubies...
Lift your razor high!
Sweeney!
Hear it singing! Yes!
Stick it in the rosy skin of righteousness!
His voice was soft, his manner mild.
He seldom laughed but he often smiled.
He'd seen how civilized men behaved.
He never forgot and he never forgave.
Not Sweeney... Not Sweeney Todd...
The Demon barber of Fleet Street
Green finch 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?
Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
Whence comes this melody constantly flowing?
Is it rejoicing or merely halloing?
Are you discussing or fussing
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?
Ringdove and robinet,
Is it for wages,
Singing to be sold?
Have you decided it's
Safer in cages,
Singing when you're told?
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.
Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
Teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly,
Let me sing.
I have sailed the world,
Beheld its wonders,
From the pearls of Spain
To the rubies of Tibet,
But not even in London
Have I seen such a wonder . . .
Lady look at me look at me miss oh Look at me please oh
Favor me favor me with your glance.
Ah, miss, What do you what do you see off
There in those trees oh
Won't you give won't you give me a chance?
Who would sail to Spain For all its wonders,
When in Kearney's Lane
Lies the greatest wonder yet?
Ah, miss, Look at you look at you pale and Ivory-skinned oh
Look at you looking so sad so queer.
Promise Not to retreat to the darkness
Back of your window
Not till you not till you look down here.
Look at Me! Green finch and linnet bird,
Look at Nightingale, blackbird,
Me! Teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly, Look at me .. . Let me sing ...
Alms, Alms for a miserable woman.
Beg your pardon, it's you sir, thank you, thank you kindly.
Hey, Oink sailor boy, want it's lovely harbored,
open me gate but don't get straight I see it lists to starboard
ANTHONY: Off with you, OFF!
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.
Do they think that walls could 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!
Til I'm with you then, I'm with you there,
Sweetly buried in your yellow hair!
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
Wot ought not to be there?
Well, ladies and gentlemen,
From now on you can waken with ease.
You need never again have a worry or care,
I will show you a miracle marvelous rare,
Gentlemen, I was once bold as an egg But just look on me now
Would you like to know how?
'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.
Penny buys a bottle, I don't know
Does Pirelli's Stimulate the growth, sir?
You can have my oath, sir,
'Tis unique. Rub a minute. Stimulatin', in'it?
Soon you'll have to thin it Once a week!
Gently dab it. Gets to be a habit.
Soon there'll be enough, sir,
Somebody can grab it.
See that chap with Hair like Shelley's?
You can tell 'e's Used Pirelli's!
Let me have a bottle, Make that two!
Pardon me, sir, what's that awful stink?
Buy Pirelli's Miracle elixir
Anything wot's slick, sir,
Soon sprouts curls.
Try Pirelli's When they see how thick, sir,
You can have your pick, sir, Of the girls!
What is this? Smells like piss! Looks like Piss! This is piss!
Keep it off your boots, sir, eats right through!
Miracle elixir
Grow a little wick, sir,
Then some fuzz.
The Pirelli's
Soon'll make it thick, sir,
Like a good elixir
Always does!
Trust Pirelli's
If your hair is sick, sir,
Fix it in a nick, sir,
Don't look grim.
Just Pirelli's
Miracle elixir,
That'll do the trick, sir
What about the money?
will Beadle Bamford be the judge?
Gladly, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors.
REady?
Ready.
To shave-a da face,
to pull-a da toot,
Require da grace
and not-a da brute
For if you slip and nick-a da skin,
you clip-a da chin
You rip-a da lip a bit
And dats-a da trut!
To shave-a da face
or even a part
Widout it-a smart
require da heart
it takes-a da art
I show you a chrt
I study-a starting in my yout!
To cut-a da hair
To trim-a da beard
To make-a da bristle
Clean as a whistle
dis is from early infancy
Da talent give to me
By God--------
It take-a da skill
It take-a da brians
It take-a da will
It take-a da Pains
It take-a da pace
It take-a da grace------
Sweeney Pondered and Sweeney planned
like a perfect mahine'e planned
Barbing the hook, baiting the trap
Setting out for the Beadle to snap
Set a sort of a scene, 'e did
Laying the trail, showing the traces
letting it lead to higher places
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 thinkin' 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 will I get to him? Can't you think of nothin' else?
Always broodin' away on your wrongs
what happened heaven knows how many years ago!
Slow, love, slow. Time's so fast.
Now goes quickly, see Now it's past!
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 dunno though... What do you think?
He means to marry me Monday
What should I do? I'd rather die I have a plan
I'll swallow poison on Sunday
That's what I'll do I'll get some lye I have a plan!
Oh, dear! Was that a noise? A plan!
I think I heard a noise! A plan!
It couldn't be! He's in court, He's in court today,
Still that was a noise... Wasn't that a noise?
You must have heard that — Kiss me!
Oh, sir!
Ah, miss!
Oh, sir!
If he should marry me Monday, What shall I do?
I'll die of grief. We fly tonight —
'Tis Friday, virtually Sunday,
What can we do with time so brief? We fly tonight —
Behind the curtain, quick! Tonight —
I think I heard a click! Tonight!
It was a gate! It's the gate!
Still there was a — Wait! There's another click! You must have heard that —
It's not a gate. There's no gate, You don't have a gate. If you'd only listen miss and...
Kiss me!
Tonight?
Kiss me!
You mean tonight?
The plan is made!
Oh, sir!
So kiss me!
I feel a fright!
Be not afraid!
Sir, I did Love you even as I Saw you, even as it
Did not matter that I Did not know your name...
Tonight I'll steal you! I'll steal you...
It's me you'll marry on Monday,
That's what you'll do!
And gladly, sir.
St. Dunstan's, noon.
I knew I'd be with you one day,
Even not knowing who you were.
I feared you'd never come,
That you'd been called away,
That you'd been killed, Had the plague, Were in debtor's jail,
Trampled by a horse, Gone to sea again, Arrested by the —
Kiss me!
Of course!
Quickly!
Excuse me, my lord
May I request, my lord
Permission, my lord To speak?
Forgive me, my lord If I suggest, my lord
You're looking not your best, my lord
There's powder upon your vest, my lord
And stubble upon your cheek
And ladies, my lord, are weak.
If she greets me cordially upon my return,
I shall give her a small gift!
Ladies and their sensitivities, my lord!
Have a fragile sensibility.
When a girl's emergent,
Probably, it's urgent,
You refer to her gentility, my lord!
Personal disorder cannot be ignored
Given their gentile proclivities,
Meaning no offenses
It happens they resense it
Ladies and their sensitivities, my lord!
Stubble, you say?
Perhaps at times I am a little over-hasty with my morning ablutions,
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 older cologne to brace, my lord
And musk to enhance the chase, my lord
You'll dazzle the girl until...
Until? She bows to your every will.
We'd best not wait until Monday
Sir, I concur, And fully, too.
We'd best be married on Sunday.
Saturday, sir, Would also do.
Or else tonight.
I think I heard a noise. Fear not.
I mean another noise! Like what?
Oh, never mind, Just a noise Just another noise,
Something in the street, I'm a silly little Ninnynoddle —
Kiss me!
Oh, sir...
We'll go to Paris on Monday.
What shall I wear? I daren't pack! We'll ride a train ...
With you beside me on Sunday,
What will I care What things I lack? Then sail to Spain ...
I'll take my reticule. Why take your reticule?
I need my reticule. We'll buy a reticule.
You mustn't think me a fool I'd never think you a fool, but a reticule —
But my reticule never leaves my side, Leave it all aside
It's the only thing my mother gave me —
Kiss me!
We have a place where we can go
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,
Even when they leave
They still are 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! Yes, pretty women!
I had him!
His throat was there beneath my hand.
No, I had him!
His throat was there and now he'll never come again.
Mrs. Lovett: Easy now, hush love hush
I keep telling you, Whats your rush?
Todd: 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 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
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why.
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!
Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.
I will have vengenance.
I will have salvation.
Who sir, you sir?
No ones 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!
Seems a downright shame...
TODD: Shame?
Seems an awful waste...
Such a nice, plump frame
Wot's 'is name has... Had... Has!
Nor it can't be traced...
Bus'ness needs a lift,
Debts to be erased...
Think of it as thrift, 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...
TODD: HAH!
Good, you got it!
Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop!
Bus'ness 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
Well, 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!
How delectable! Also undetectable! Lots of other gentlemen'll Soon be comin' for a shave,
For what's the sound of the world out there?
What, Mr. Todd?
What is that sound?
Those crunching noises pervading the air!
Yes, Mr. Todd!
Yes, all around!
It's man devouring man, my dear!
And [LOVETT: Then] who are we to deny it in here?
TODD: These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett, and desperate measures are called for!
LOVETT: Here we are, now! Hot out of the oven!
TODD: 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, y'see, the trouble with poet is
'Ow do you know it's deceased?
Try the priest!
TODD: Heavenly!
Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps,
but then again, not as bland as curate, either!
And good for business, too -- always leaves you wantin' more!
Trouble is, we only get it on Sundays!
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!
Ev'rybody shaves, So there should be plenty of flavors!
How gratifying for once to know
That those above will serve those down below!
LOVETT: Now let's see, here... We've got tinker.
TODD: Something... pinker.
LOVETT: Tailor? TODD: Paler.
LOVETT: Butler? TODD: Subtler.
LOVETT: Locksmith?
Lovely bit of clerk.
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. Well, he drank, It's a bank Cashier.
Never really sold. Maybe it was old.
Have you any Beadle? Next week, so I'm told!
Beadle isn't bad till you smell it and Notice 'ow well it's been greased...
Stick to priest!
Now then, this might be a little bit stringy, but then of course it's... fiddle player!
TODD: No, this isn't fiddle player -- it's piccolo player!
LOVETT: 'Ow can you tell? TODD: It's piping hot!
LOVETT: Then blow on it first!
The history of the world, my sweet --
Oh, Mr. Todd,
Ooh, Mr. Todd, What does it tell?
Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat!
And, Mr. Todd, Too, Mr. Todd,
Who gets to sell!
But fortunately, it's also clear
That [L: But] ev'rybody goes down well with beer!
Since marine doesn't appeal to you, 'ow about... rear admiral?
TODD: Too salty. I prefer general.
LOVETT: With, or without his privates? "With" is extra.
TODD: What is that?
It's fop. Finest in the shop.
And 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, That's compacter!
Yes, and always arrives overdone!
I'll come again when you have JUDGE on the menu!
LOVETT: Wait! True, we don't have judge yet,
but we've got something you might fancy even better.
TODD: What's that? LOVETT: Executioner!
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,
Meaning anyone,
And to anyone
At all!
Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention,please?
Are your nostrils aquiver and tingling as well as that delicate, lushious, ambrosial smell?
yes,they are,I can tell
Well,ladies and gentlemen
that aroma enriching the breeze, is like something 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. Lovetts meat pies conjure up the treat pies used to be!
Over here,boy.How about some ale?
Let me have another,laddie!
Could we have some service,waiter?
could we have some service?
What About that pie boy?
Ladies and gentlemen-
Toby!
Coming,excuse me
Ale there!
Right,Ma'am!
Quick,Now!
God Thats Good!
Nice to see you,dearie.how have you been keeping?Cor,me bones is weary!
Toby!One for the gentlemen.
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery
Toby!Throw the old woman out!!
God,Thats good!
What's your pleasure,dearie?
No,we don't cut slices.
Cor,me eyes is bleary!
Toby!none for the gentlemen!
I could up me prices.I'm a little leery.
Business couldn't be better,though.
God Thats Good!
knock on wood
Excuse me
Dear,See to the customers.
Yes,What,Love?Quick,though,the trade is brisk.
But it's six 'o' clock
So it's six 'o' clock?
it was due to avrive at a quarter and it's six 'o' clock!
...And it's probably already down the block!It'll be here!It'll be here! I've been Waiting all day!
It should have here by now!
More hot Pies!
Will you wait there coolly? You'll come back when it comes?
....'Cause my customers truly,are getting unruly and-- What's your pleasure,dearie?
whoops!I beg Your Pardon!
just me hands is smeary.
Toby!Run for the gentlemen!
Don't You love the garden?Always makes me teary.Must be one of them foreiners.
God,That's good,That is delicious!
What's my secret?Frankly,dear,forgive my Candor.Family Secret,All to do with herbs.
Things like being careful with your coriander.Thats what makes the gravy grander.
More hot pies!more hot!more pies!
Yes,what,love?Quick,though,the trade is brisk.
It's here! It's where? Coming up the stair.
I'll get rid of this lot as they're still pretty hot and then I'll be there!
It's about to be opened or don't you care?
I'll be there!I'll be there! but They'll never be sold if they get cold.
Incidentally,dearie.You know Mrs.Mooney.Salles have been so dreary
Toby!Poor thing is penniless.What about that loony.lookin' sort of beery.
Oh Well,got her come-uppance and that'll be thruppence
.God,Thats good.that is "de". have you "licious" ever tasted smell such Oh my god what more,that's pies good!
Is that a chair fit for a king?A wonderous,neat,and most particular chair? It's gorgeous!It's Gorgeous!
You tell me where is there a seat can half compare with this Particular thing!
It's Perfect!It's Gorgeous!
I have a few minor adjustments to make. You make your few minor adjustments.
they'll take a moment I'll call you. You take your time I'll go see to the Customers.
I have Another Friend!
Is that a pie fit for a king?such wonderous Sweet and most particular thing?
Its gorgeous!It's Gorgeous!
You see,Ma'am,why there is no meat pie can compeat with delectable pie.
Its Perfect!It's Gorgeous!
The crust all velvety and wavy. The crust all velvety and wavy.
That Glaze,Those Crimps. That Glaze,Those Crimps
.And then the Thick,Succulent gravy.. And then the Thick,Succulent gravy.
And Now to test...This best Of Barber chairs.
All set love?
Quick now! Me hearts a flutter!
When I pound the floor....
....When you pound the floor...
...its the signal to show that i'm ready to go yes,you told me before.You'll be ready to go when you pound the floor.
will you trust me?!will you trust me?!
I just want to be sure.When I'm certain your in place i'll pound three times.
Three times.And then You....?
More hot pies! More hot more pies!
eat them slow and feel the crust how thin
I/*she rolled it.eat them slow 'cause every one's a prize.eat them slow 'cause thats the lot and now we sold it.come again tomorow!
More hot pies!
bless my eyes!
Fresh Supplies!
How about it,dearie?
is that a pie fit for a king...
Toby!Throw the old woman out!
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,
The way ahead is clear, Johanna...
I'll marry Anthony Sunday
Anthony…Sunday…
I feel you…
And in that darkness when I'm blind
With what I can't forget —
It's always morning in my mind,
My little lamb, my pet, Johanna…
I knew you'd come for me one day…
Come for me…one day…
You stay, Johanna — Johanna…
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! City on fire!
Mischief! Mischief! Mischief...Fiend . . .
Alms…alms..
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...
With you beside me on Sunday,
Married on…Sunday…
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… Married on Sunday…married on Sunday ...
Wake up, Johanna! Another bright red day!
We learn, Johanna, to say goodbye!
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 want to know?
TODD: Yes, yes, of course.
LOVETT: Do you really want to know?
TODD: Yes, I do, I do.
LOVETT: I've always had this dream...
Ever since I was a skinny little slip of a thing and my rich Aunt Nettie used to take me down to the seaside August Bank Holiday...
The pier... Makin' little castles in the sand...
Ooh, I can still feel me toes wigglin' around in the briney!
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 wot we'd almost own, Down by the sea!
Wouldn't that be smashing?
With the sea at our gate, we'll have kippered herring
Wot have swum to us straight from the Straits of Bering!
Ev'ry night, in the kip, when we're through our kippers,
I'll be there slippin' off your slippers!
By the sea, With the fishies splashing!
By the sea!
Wouldn't that be smashing?
I can hear us wakin,'
The breakers breakin,'
The seagulls squawkin,' 'Hoo, hoo!'
I do me bakin,'
Then I go walkin'
With you-hoo! Yoo-hoo!
I'll warm me bones on the esplanade,
Have tea and scones with me gay young blade,
Then I'll knit a sweater
While you write a letter
Unless we've got better to do-hoo!
TODD: Anything you say...
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 ev'ry Friday!
By the sea!
Don'tcha love the weather?
By the sea!
We'll grow old together!
By the seaside, Hoo, hoo!
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 who'll come by it,
Except a seagull Hoo, hoo!
We shouldn't try it,
Though, 'til it's legal for two-hoo!
But a seaside wedding could be devised,
Me rumpled bedding legitimized!
Me eyelids'll flutter, I'll turn into butter,
The moment I mutter I do-hoo!
By the sea, in our nest, we could share our kippers
With the odd payin' guest from the weekend trippers,
Have a nice sunny suite for the guest to rest in,
Now and then, you could do the guest in!
By the sea,
Married nice and proper!
By the sea,
Bring along your chopper!
To the seaside, Hoo, hoo!
By the beautiful sea!
We'll write a note to this Mr. Fogg at the highest price for the exact shade of Johanna's!
Which I trust you know?
Yellow? No!
That's not exact enough!
I must make you into a credible wigmaker!
And quickly, too!
There's tawny, and there's golden sapphron
There's flaxon, and there's blonde!
Repeat that!
There's tawny, and there's golden sapphron
There's flaxon, and there's blonde!
Good!
There's coarse, theres straight, there's fine and curly
There's grey, there's white as ashes...
Sweeney waited too long before
But never again, he swore
Fortune arrived, Sweeney had sang,
Sweeney was ready and Sweeney sprang
Sweeney's problems went up in smoke
All within a single stroke
Sweeney was sharp, Sweeney was burning
Sweeney began the end inferno
Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!
There's finer texture, ash looks fair!
Which makes it rare, but flaxon's rare...
Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around.
Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays,
I'll send 'em howling,
I don't care, I got ways.
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...
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 would never hide a thing from you,
Like some...
Sweet Polly Plunkett lay in the grass,
Turned her eyes heavenward, sighing,
"I am a lass who alas loves a lad
Who alas has a lass in Canterbury.
'Tis a row dow diddle dow day,
'Tis a row dow diddle dow dee ..."
MRS. LOVETT: Oh, beadle Bamford, I didn't know you were a music lover, too.
BEADLE: Good afternoon, Mrs. Lovett. Fine instrument you've acquired.
MRS. LOVETT: Oh yes, it's my pride and joy.
The engine roared, the motor hissed,
And who could see how the road would twist?
In Sweeney's ledger the entries matched:
A beadle arrived, and a beadle dispatched
To satisfy the hungry god
Of Sweeney TODD,
The Demon Barber of Fleet. .. Street.
City on fire!
Rats in the grass
And the lunatics yelling in the streets!
It's the end of the world! Yes! City on fire!
Hunchbacks dancing! Stirrings in the ground
And the whirring of giant wings! Watch out! Look!
Blotting out the moonlight, Thick black rain falling on the
City on fire! City on fire!
Will we be married on Sunday?
That's what you promised,
Married on Sunday!
That was last August.. .
Kiss me!
Toby!
Where are you, love?
Nothing's gonna harm you . . .
Where are you hiding?
Nothing's gonna harm you,
Darling . . .
Not while I'm around.
Demons are prowling everywhere
Nowadays ...
Toby...
City on fire!
Rats in the streets
And the lunatics yelling at the moon!
It's the end of the world! Yes!
Beadle! ... Beadle! . . .
No good hiding, I saw you!
Are you in there still,
Beadle? ... Beadle? ...
Get her, but watch it!
She's a wicked one, she'll deceive you
With her fancy gowns
And her fancy airs
And her — Mischief! Mischief!
Devil's work!
Where are you, Beadle?
Beadle ...
ANTHONY: Mr. TODD?
JOHANNA: No one here. Where is this Mr. TODD?
No matter. He'll be back in a moment, for I trust him as I trust my right arm.
Wait for him here — I'll return with the coach in less than half an hour.
JOHANNA: But they are after us still. What if they trace us here?
Oh, Anthony, please let me come with you.
ANTHONY: No, my darling, there is no safety for you on the street.
JOHANNA: But dressed in these sailor's clothes, who's to know it is I?
ANTHONY: No, the risk is too great.
Ah, miss,
Look at me, look at me, miss, oh,
Look at me please, oh,
Favor me, favor me with your glance.
Ah, miss,
Soon we'll be, soon we'll be gone
And sailing 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 rubies of Tibet—
And then come home to London.
Some day. Some day.
ANTHONY: And I'll be back before those lips have time to lose that smile.
Beadle! ...
Beadle, dear!
Beadle!
Beadle deedle deedle deedle deedle dumpling,
Beadle dumpling, Be-deedle dumpling . ..
TODD: Out of here, woman.
BEGGAR WOMAN: She's the Devil's wife! Oh, beware her, sir. Beware of her.
She with no pity in her heart.
Hey, don't I know you, mister?
TODD: The Judge. I have no time.
JUDGE: Where is she? Where is the girl?
TODD: Below, your Honor. 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.
JUDGE: She has?
TODD: Oh yes, your lesson was well learned, sir.
She speaks only of you, longing for forgiveness.
JUDGE: And she shall have it. She'll be here soon, you say?
I think I hear her now.
JUDGE: Oh, excellent, my friend!
Is that her dainty footstep on the stair?
JUDGE: I hear nothing.
Yes, isn't that her shadow on the wall?
JUDGE: Where?
TODD: There!
Primping,
Making herself even prettier than usual —
Even prettier ...
If possible.
Pretty women!
Pretty women, yes ...
JUDGE: Quickly, sir, a splash of bay rum!
JUDGE: You're in a merry mood again today, barber.
Pretty women!
What we do for
Pretty women! Pretty women!
Blowing out their candles Blowing out their candles
Or combing out their hair — Or combing out their hair,
Then they leave —
Even when they leave you Even when they leave,
And vanish, they somehow They still
Can still remain Are there,
JUDGE: How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit!
TODD: With fellow tastes — in women, at least.
JUDGE: What? What's that?
TODD: 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!
Rest now, my friend,
Rest now forever.
Sleep now the untroubled
Sleep of the angels ...
Lift your razor high, Sweeney!
Hear it singing, "Yes!"
Sink it in the rosy skin
Of righteousness!
How all the demons of Hell come to torment me!
TODD: Why did you scream? Does the JUDGE still live?
MRS. LOVETT: He was clutching, holding on to my skirt, but now — he's finished.
TODD: Leave them to me. Open the doors.
MRS. LOVETT: No! Don't touch her!
TODD: What is the matter with you?
It's only some meddling old beggar - Oh no, Oh God..."Don't I know you?" she said...
You knew she lived.
From the first moment that I walked into your shop you knew my Lucy lived!
MRS. LOVETT: I was only thinking of you!
MRS. LOVETT: Your Lucy!
A crazy hag picking bones and rotten spuds out of alley ash-cans!
Would you have wanted to know that was all that was left of her?
TODD: You lied to me.
No, no, not lied at all.
No, I never lied.
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 —
Should've been in hospital, Wound up in Bedlam instead,
Poor thing!
Better you should think she was dead.
Yes, I lied 'cos I love you!
I'd be twice the wife she was!
I love you!
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.
Do you mean it? Everything I did I swear
I thought Was only for the best,
Believe me! Can we still be Married?
The history of the world, my pet —
Oh, Mr. Todd, Ooh, 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,
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.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker man.
Bake me a cake —
No,no,
Bake me a pie —
To delight my eye,
And I will sigh
If the crust be high ...
Pat him and prick him and mark him with B, and put him in the oven for baby and me!