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

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 all right, Mr. Todd?

I beg your indulgence, Anthony.

My mind is far from easy.

In these once familiar streets I feel 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 lady, sir, did she succumb?

Oh, that was many years ago

I doubt if anyone would know

I'd like to thank you, Anthony.

If you hadn't spotted me, I'd be lost on the ocean still.

Will I see you again?

You might find me if you like.

Around Fleet Street, I wouldn't wonder.

Until 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 was 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 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 Finding poor animals

What are dying in the street

Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop

Does her business but I noticed something weird

Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared

Have to hand it to her What 1 calls enterprise

Popping pussies into pies

Wouldn't do in my shop

Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick

And I'm telling 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

Sir

Times is hard

Trust me, dearie, it's gonna take a lot more than ale to wash that taste out.

Come with me. We'll get you a nice tumbler of gin, eh?

Isn't this homey, now?

The cheery wallpaper was a real bargain, too.

It was only partly singed when the chapel burned down.

There you go. You sit down, warm your bones.

You've a room over the shop here?

Times is so hard, why don't you rent it out?

What, up there? No, I won't go near it.

People 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?

Foolishness.

He had this wife, you see

Pretty little thing, silly little nit

Had her chance for the moon on a string

Poor thing

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

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!

Would no one have mercy on her?

So, it is you,

Benjamin Barker?

Where is Lucy?

Where is my wife?

She poisoned herself.

Arsenic, from the apothecary around the corner.

Tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen to me.

And he's got your daughter.

He?

Judge Turpin?

Adopted her. Like his own.

Fifteen years.

I've sweated in a living hell on a false charge.

Fifteen years dreaming I might come home to a wife and child.

Well, I can't say the years have been particularly kind to you, Mr. Barker.

No. Not Barker.

That man is dead.

It's Todd now. Sweeney Todd.

And he will have his revenge.

Come in.

Nothing to be afraid of, love.

When they came for the girl, I hid them.

Could've sold them, but I didn't.

Those handles is chased silver, ain't they?

Silver. 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