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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?

Wait

Love, wait

And the Judge? When'll we get to him?

Can't you think of nothing else? Always 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 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 don't know, though What do you think?

Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me.

Mrs. Lovett, sir.

A pleasure, ma'am.

Mr. Todd, there's a girl who needs my help.

Such a sad girl and lonely, but beautiful, too and...

Slow down, son.

Yes. I'm sorry.

This girl has a guardian who keeps her locked away,

but then, this morning, she dropped this.

Surely a sign that Johanna wants me to help her.

That's her name, Johanna.

And Turpin is her guardian. He's a judge of some sort.

Once he goes to court, I'm going to slip into the house,

release her and beg her to come away with me tonight.

Oh, this is very romantic.

Yes.

But I don't know anyone in London, you see.

And I need somewhere safe to bring her till I've hired a coach to take us away.

If I could keep her here just for an hour or two,

I'd be forever in your debt.

Bring her here, love.

Thank you, ma'am.

Mr. Todd?

Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you, my friend.

Thank you, ma'am.

Seems like the Fates are favoring you at last, Mr. T.

What is it? You'll have her back before the day is out.

What about him?

Him?

Oh, well. Let him bring her here.

And then, since you're so hot for a little,

that's the throat to slit, my dear.

Poor little Johanna.

All those years without a scrap of motherly affection.

Well, I'll soon see to that.

Hello. What's he doing here?

Keep the boy downstairs.

Signora, is Mr. Todd at home?

Plying his trade upstairs.

Would you look at it now?

You wouldn't mind if I gave it a nice juicy meat pie, would you?

Si, si, si. Whatever you want.

Come on, lad.

Your teeth are strong, I hope.

Close the door. Get you a nice lovely pie.

Sit down. Make yourself comfy.

Come in.

Mr. Todd.

Signor Pirelli.

Call me Davey.

Davey Collin's the name when it's not professional.

I'd like me five quid back, if you don't mind.

Why?

Because you entered into our little wager under false pretenses, my friend.

So that you might remember to be a bit more forthright in the future,

I'll be taking half your profits from herewith.

Share and share alike.

Mr. Benjamin Barker.

Here we are. Tuck in.

I like to see a man with a healthy appetite.

Reminds me of my dear Albert.

Liked to gorge himself to bloatation, he did.

He didn't have your nice head of hair, though.

To tell the truth, it gets awful hot.

Yes, this'll do nicely.

You don't remember me, do you? Why should you?

I was just a little nip that you hired for a couple of weeks,

sweeping up hair.

But I remember these.

And how could I ever forget you, Mr. Barker.

I used to sit right here.

Dream of the day when I could be a proper barber myself.

You might say that you was inspiration to me.

So, is we got a deal?

Or should I run down the street to me old pal, Beadle Bamford?

What do you say to that, now, Mr. Sweeney Todd?

My, my, my. Always work to be done.

Spic and span, that's my motto.

So, how'd you end up with that dreadful Italian?

Got me from the workhouse. Been there since I was born.

Oh, God! He's got an appointment with his tailor!

If he's late, he'll blame me!

Wait!

Signor! You got an appointment!

Signor Pirelli's been called away. Better run after him.

No, sir. I should stay here, or it'll be a lashing.

He's a great one for the lashings.

So,

Mrs. Lovett gave you a pie, did she?

She's a real lady.

That she is.

But if I know a growing boy, there's still 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 should stay here.

Tell you what, why don't you tell 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 life of crime

is an abomination before God and man.

I therefore sentence you to hang by the neck until you're dead.

And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

Court is adjourned.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Just the sentence we wanted.

Was he guilty?

Well, if he didn't do it,

he's surely done something to warrant a hanging.

What man has not?

Sorry?

No matter. Come.

Walk home with me.

I have news for you, my friend.

In order to shield her from the evils of this world,

I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.

Sir, happy news indeed.

Strange though,