Mrs. Lovett couldn't believe what had just happened. He had never treated her like that. What in the world was his bloody problem? She was so frustrated yet sad. He only thinks of me as his maid and nothing else, she thought. She cried softly as she finished the dishes. After the shop was clean, she went to her bedroom. Without even changing into her night clothes, she took off her boots and stockings and hopped into bed.
Sweeney lay wide awake upstairs, he could hear her snoring lightly downstairs. "That damned woman!" He said loudly enough to make sure she could hear. "She's driving me crazy… stupid, silly, woman." he cursed. He turned in his bed. "Why the bloody hell am I thinking about her? Im supposed to only think about Lucy." Mr. Todd, lay awake all night thinking about his problem.
Mrs. Lovett woke up the next day. She was still tired from doing the dishes late. Once again, she got up, changed her clothes, and went up to bring Mr. Todd his breakfast. Another day, she thought as she walked up the stairs.
She opened the door, and once again found Sweeney sitting in his barber chair. "'ere ya go love, brought ya some breakfast." she said less enthusiastically than usual. Sweeney Todd said nothing to her, just kept cleaning his razor. "Oh, well… tell me if ye need anything love." she forced a meek smile and walked out of the room.
"Here we go again, another day another morning. "Toby flip the sign, we've got customers awaitin'" she wiped the counter with a rag. "Yes mum" he smiled. Her first customer walked in. He was a big, heavy man about in his late forties.
"Good morning madam. I am to require one of your so called "delicious" pies, everyone has been talking about." he said to her. "Course love, take a seat I'll be right wit' yeh" she walked to the cabinet getting a plate. "Would you like a nice tot o' gin to go along with yer pie sir?" she handed him his pie.
"Yes please" he said eying the top of her dress. Just as a Mrs. Lovett went to fetch a bottle of gin, Sweeney Todd walked into her shop. He sat down in the booth next to the chubby man. Mrs. Lovett came back with a bottle of gin. Her heart dropped when she saw Mr. Todd. She didn't really want to speak to him after what happened last night.
"Mrs. Lovett, a glass of gin" he said. "One minute love, after im tending to me customer right here. She started to walk over to the man. "Mrs. Lovett… Now" Todd ordered. Mrs. Lovett didn't want to make him upset like last time. "One minute love, my apologies." she grimly smiled to the chubby man. "Oh, not at all Mrs. Lovett, take your sweet time." the chubby man smiled at her.
She walked over to Todd and poured him a glass, not even daring to look at him. She could feel that he was glaring at her. He had one of those looks that could kill. She walked quickly away after she finished with Mr. Todd, and went over to her customer.
"Sorry 'bout the interruption love." she poured the man a glass of gin finally. She looked up to find he was smiling at her. "Pardon, my indulgence sir, but may I ask what are you smiling at. "Oh, Mrs. Lovett, I am terribly sorry. Forgive my manners, but its not everyday that I find a baker such as lovely as yourself." he grinned.
Sweeney Todd was appauled by this. Here we go again he thought to hiself. "Oh, Mister -uh?" "Smith" he corrected. "Mr. Smith, how dare you go making me blush." she chuckled. Sweeney was outraged, she was liking this?? "Well, its true. Such a beautiful, young woman such as yourself must be married, right? He asked.
"Actually no, sir." she continued blushing. Mr. Smith grew wide-eyed. "Your certainly not serious, are you madam? I would have thought every man in London, would be coming up to your doorstep everyday asking for your hand in marriage!" he chuckled. Sweeneys grip around his glass grew tighter as his knuckles grew white. "Oh, look you've got me all flustered. Thas very kind of you sir, well its not everyday that I get a compliment such as that one" she smiled.
"No problem at all madam, my apologies for making you embarrassed" he laughed a big hearty laugh. "Well, sometime today would you care if took you on a stroll through the park?" "Well, that would be nice, I got a lot of work around the shop to do, but that would be nice." she smiled.
"Well, then Mrs. Lovett. You'll sure see me around sometime this week for another one of these delicious, pies." he smiled her. "Ha, sure thing love, enjoy your pie, while I go down to the bake house to fetch more pies." she walked out the door.
Sweeney Todd couldn't believe that, a beautiful person such as Mrs. Lovett, could even talk to someone as grotesque and fat as Mr. Smith. He growled low that way Mr. Smith couldn't hear him. After Mr. Smith was done with his gin and pie. He got up and left a fairly large amount of money, that was worth for about thirty pies. Obviously he liked Mrs. Lovett a lot and that made Sweeney's heart ache out of jealousy.
As Mr. Smith walked out of the door, Sweeney had an idea.
"Mr. Smith wait!" he called out. Mr. Smith stopped and knitted his eyebrows. "Yes, what do you want?" he asked. "Mr. Smith I have a barber establishment upstairs, and I would like to offer you one of the closest shavings you'll ever know" he smirked. Mr. Smith thought. "Hmmm… well, if im going to be out and about with, that delectable, little pie angel, then yes. I would most certainly require a shave." he smiled at Todd. "Well sir, then lets go." he followed Sweeney up to the shop.
Mr. Smith sat down, as Sweeney drapped the apron over Mr. Smith. "So what can I do today for you sir?" he asked. "How bout a shave and a nice French cologne." Mr. Smith said. "Sir, I promise you that I will give you the closest shave you will ever know" "Yes, yes, just get on with it." Sweeney hand gripped the razor tight. How dare he order him? Sweeney relaxed and started to lather him up. "Mr. Todd is it?" Todd nodded.
"Yes, im hoping this will all work out well, I want to look excellent for Mrs. Nellie Lovett. Sweeney clenched his teeth and started to sharpen his razor.
"Did you see the way she looked today. Simply delectable, I tell you, simply delectably. Her cherry lips, big brown eyes, that mass of curly hair. Shes just like a porcelain doll." He went on and on. "Did you see that low dress? You don't see many women in London that wear dresses like that." he smirked. "Oh, the things Im going to do to her when we go on that stroll in the park."
Sweeney couldn't take it anymore, his jealousy was out of control. Before Mr. Smith could stop him, Sweeney tied both of his hands to the barber chair. "Hey, what are you doing?!" he yelled. "So, you like to think dirty about women do you?" he raised his razor. "No, no, uh I!" "Forget it, well I told you I would give you the closest shave you will ever know."
With that, Sweeney slashed Mr. Smith's throat and watched all the blood come out. Mr. Smith gurgled and took one more look at him and died. Sweeney stepped on the foot pedal and watched Smith fall down the chute. He felt so good every time he killed someone. Mr. Smith would be in Mrs. Lovett's next serving of meat pies. Sweeney Todd grinned with an evil smile at that thought.