Todd:
Nothing to be afraid of, boy…
(Closes the trap door, peers into the darkness)
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@everydaysweeneytodd
Todd:
Nothing to be afraid of, boy…
(Closes the trap door, peers into the darkness)
Mrs. Lovett:
Not while I’m around.
Mrs. Lovett:
Where are you hiding?
Nothing’s gonna harm you,
Darling…
Anthony: Johanna!
Anthony (Drawing his pistol): Unhand her!
Fogg: Why you — !
(Clutching the scissors, he moves resolutely toward Anthony. Anthony backs away a few steps, but Fogg keeps coming)
Anthony: Stop, Mr. Fogg, or I’ll fire.
Anthony: This one here has the shade I seek.
Company (Variously):
The engine roared, the motor hissed,
And who could see how the road would twist?
In Sweeney’s ledge the entries matched:
A Beadle arrived, and a Beadle dispatched
To satisfy the hungry god
Of Sweeney Todd,
Mrs. Lovett: You — worrying about the bloody Judge at a time like this!
(Grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the door)
Come on.
(The scene blacks out. Members of the company appear and sing)
Todd: It’s done.
Mrs. Lovett:
… With a row dow diddle dow day.
(as she gets up from the harmonium, Todd hurries in)
Mrs. Lovett: Not yet it isn’t! The boy, he’s guessed.
Todd (Bowing to the Beadle): I am, sir, entirely at your — disposal.
(The two men exit. Mrs. Lovett hesitates, then speaks)
Beadle:
Ding dong!
Beadle:
(resumes singing)
Ding dong!
Beadle: Well that’s real friendly of him.
(Immovable, he starts to sing another verse)
If four bells ring in the Tower of —