disclaimer & author's note: non, i don't own these characters. my friend complained about the ending of the movie. and i really was annoyed by all the parallels. (like how mr. todd, joanna, and lucy were all in the same room together.) so. i'm altering it. personally, i think the ending is beautiful. but i am curious of what would happened if mr. todd knew found out before it was too late. so here is how i believe what and how it would happen.
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He was cleaning up after his last costumer; waiting for the havoc in the lower level to cool down. Or go away completely. He reorganized his desk as he had done thousands of times before. Hesitating at the photographs. He picked it up and looked it over. Slowly had he been able to stare at this thing without feeling dread. Just then, the bell on top his door tinged. He spun around. It was the old beggar lady. Angrily he sighed. She was babbler pointlessly.
He put the photograph facedown on his desk. "I'm sorry, ma'am," He apologized, approaching her. "Afraid we're closed."
"Witch," She hoarsely whispered. "She's the devil's wife…" Sweeney sighed heavily.
"Ma'am," He said, grabbing her shoulder with a hand and trying to direct her to the door.
"Ay," He looked down at her as she spoke, a not amused expression. She was smiling in a crazed manor. "Don't I know you… mister…?"
Sweeney's fingers tightened on her shoulder. She was crazy. She didn't recognize him. He had never seen her before. He was trying to decide whether to risk letting her go. No one would believe her.
"Actually," stated he, "I think I have time for one more."
He turned her around and pushed her into the chair. She sat with an awkward movement. Sweeney narrowed his eyes. Something about her suddenly looked…
He jumped back with a scream. He covered his mouth; whispering "Lucy…" into his glove.
"Pardin, suhr?" She said in her not sane voice.
"Lucy?" He took his hand away, practically yelling of shock, disbelief, and anger.
"Ay, suhr," She grinned. "t's… Beeen?"
He started to shake. Mrs. Lovett had lied. Finding it hard for himself to make himself move or think straight. He then was able to briskly walk over to the beggar lady.
"Lucy?" Murmured again, still not believing it.
"Beeen?"
There was difference the way they spoke each other's name. Sweeney's was in surprise, mixed in with several different vengeful emotions. Lucy's was just simply clueless-like and smarty.
Fallen to his knees had Sweeney. His breathing became irregular. Wide-opened eyes started to drain tears. Tilted his head and up at the confused and crazed women. Smiling. More joy had just overwhelmed him than he had ever expected to feel. "Lucy," He cried happily. He got to his feet and deeply embraced her. Weeping.
Pushing himself off, he looked at Lucy. "Stay here, m'love." It felt good to call someone not Mrs. Lovett that. "I'll be back, alright?"
Continue to give him that smile. He nodded, whipped his eyes with his sleeve, and regained his composure.
Opening his door, he looked down at the crowd. "Toby!" He called out his a loud, angered, annoyed voice. The boy stopped, with a batch of pies in his hands, and looked up. "Send Mrs. Lovett up here," Demanded Sweeney. The door closed as he walked over to his chest and sat on it, staring at Lucy.
Soon after, the witch was coming through the door. "What's the problem lo—" her eyes looked over to Lucy. Immediately awkwardness.
In a very bored tone Sweeney stated "She wandered in here."
"Ah! I told Toby to keep 'er out!" She sighed, from relief but tried to make it looked frustrated. Sweeney would have not noticed that if he hadn't known. "Don't worry Mr. T, I'll get her out." She started to walk over to Lucy.
"Witch," Lucy whispered, making a movement slight movement away from Mrs. Lovett as she approached.
"Ah, wait," After raising a finger, Sweeney stopped her with his words. "She recognized me from the old days."
Mrs. Lovett seemed to stiffen just a little. His face remained very serious.
"Well," she said, putting her fists on her hips. "I don't know why you'd need me for this business."
She made a b-line for the door.
"Tell me again, Mrs. Lovett," Sweeney was able to stop her again but this time it was a little more forced and unnatural. His eyes glowed with the kind of anger it had when he waited for the Judge to come. "What was it that happened to Lucy?"
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author's note: ah. that last "paragraph" was hard to write. i wanted it to be a very powerful way to end a chapter. i dunno. sorry if it's out of character at all. i didn't write a string of pearls so i'm not going to be perfect with characterization. but that's OKAY. reviews equal motivation. so don't be shy and drop one by. (…lol rhymed.)