Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Page #3

For a miserable woman

on a miserable chilly morning...

Thank you, sir, thank you.

Maam, could tell me whose house this is?

Thats the great Judge Turpins house,

that is.

And the young lady who resides there?

Thats Johanna, his pretty little ward.

Keeps her snug, he does, all locked up...

So dont you go trespassing there

or its 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, lad. Come in...

...you were looking for

Hyde Park, you say?

Yes, it's terribly large on the map

but I keep getting lost...

Sit down, lad, sit down.

It's embarrassing for a

sailor to lose his bearings,

but, well, there you are.

A sailor, eh?

Yes, sir. The "Bountiful" out of Plymouth.

A sailor must know the ways of the world, yes?

Must be practiced in the ways of the world...

Would you say you are practiced, boy?

Sir?

Oh, yes... such practices...

the geishas of Japan...

the concubines of Siam, the catamites

of Greece, the harlots of India...

I have them all here...

Drawings of them.

All the vile things you've done with your whores.

Would you like to see?

I think there's been some mistake-

Oh, I think not.

You gandered at my ward, Johanna.

You gandered at her.

Yes, sir, you gandered.

I meant no harm-

Your meaning is immaterial.

Mark me:
if I see your

face again on this street,

you'll rue the day you were born.

Hyde Park is that way, young sir...

A right and then a left,

then straight on, you see?

...Over there.

You heard Judge Turpin, little man.

Next time it'll be your pretty

brains all 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.

Italian. All the rage he is.

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 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

rot rose from the dead!

On the top of my head.

'Twas Pirelli's Miracle Elixir,

That's wot did the trick, sir,

True, sir, true.

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