Okay, guys, gals, and its, I came across a picture yesterday that should now be my profile picture. This picture has made me very curious on if the Sweeney Todd movie had deleted scenes or possibly an alternet ending. If any of you know if there's footage of deleted scenes or, atleast, pictures, please let me know. Thank you.
Now that's out of the way, enjoy!
Sweeney Todd
I've been pacing around my shop for thirty minutes and the Judge still hasn't shown his face. I am getting angrier by the second. It was the Judge's fault that I was sent to Australia and it's the Beadle's fault for me wife's coldness towards me. I will make them both pay dearly for their sins. I perk up when I hear me shop door open, but when I see that it's Mrs. Lovett with lunch, I turn away so she won't see my scowl. It's not her fault that I'm in a bad mood, so I don't want her to see me annoyed by her presence.
"Brought ya lunch, Mr. Todd," She says to me back as I hear her placing the plate down on me desk. I have been open for a week, but I haven't had much customers. This also pisses me off greatly.
"Thank you," I say to her as I face her. She smiles shyly at me. I don't know why she acts shy at times around me, seeing we've known each other since childhood. Then again, I am not the same man that she knew all of those years ago.
"You're welcome, dearie. I'll check up on yeh later, alright?" I nod and she turns and leaves. Sighing, I sit at me desk and start to eat me lunch. Her boy, Toby, wasn't lying when he said that she is the best cook in London. Even as a child, she had a knack for cooking. I allow meself to smile when I think back on me childhood, when times were always great and nothing bad would ever happen. I guess having Mrs. Lovett around still helps those memories stay fresh in me mind.
When I finish eating, I keep the plate on me desk for Mrs. Lovett to fetch later when she brings up my meals. I have told her that I can bring me plates down on me own, but she insists that she'll take care of them. I shake me head slightly as I stare out the window, that woman can be so stubborn. When I hear the door open, I turn quickly to see a ratty looking man staring at me. I don't know why, but he seems familiar.
"Mr. Todd?" He questions.
"I am him, sir," I answer. Something about him makes me uneasy, especially when he smiles.
"Th' name's Davey," He says, taking a step forward, "When I 'eard about a new Barber in town, I had to see 'im meself, y'see, especially since 'is establishment is above Mrs. Lovett's Pie Shop." I look at him with a questionable look on me face.
"I don't see what you're getting at," I say quietly.
"Then let me make me demands known, sir. I want half yer profits from this day forth, Mr. Benjamin Barker." I freeze when he says me former name. How does he know?
"I'm not surprised that ye don't recognize me, sir. I wos jus' a lad when I wos workin' for you," He says casually. I look at the floor, remembering the nice lad who is now a black-mailing slime.
"I's knew it wos you, Mr. Barker, who was really runnin' this business again. Yeh may look different, but I'll neva forget yeh eyes and yeh faceā¦.And those razors," He gestures at the open box behind me on me desk, "Now, I won't tell th' Beadle about yeh as long as ye give me half yer profits. These are desperate times," He sneers as he gets closer to me. I reach for the razor in me holster with a shaking hand.
"So, wot do yeh say to that, Mr. Sweeney Todd?" He says as he starts to laugh. Unfolding me razor, I furiously stab it into that smug filth's throat. I do so over and over again until he's dead on me floor. I stare down at the body in shock. Did I seriously just do that? I look at me razor and feel oddly calm. Casually, I wipe the blade off, not reacting to the sound of someone running up the stairs leading to me shop. Mrs. Lovett bursts into me shop.
"Mr. Todd, wot 'appened?" She asks with concern and fear. I don't answer, just gesture at the corpse at me feet. She gasps, backing off slightly.
"He was goin' to black mail me," I say quietly when she looks at me, "Recognized me from the old days." I see her relax slightly, staring down at him.
"Oh, well, tha's a different matter," She mutters, "For a minute there; I thought yeh lost your marbles." I watch her with fascination when she searches his body for cash. She finds a small coin purse and sticks it in her bosom. She notices the look I'm giving her and she shrugs.
"Want not, waist not," She says simply.
"Mrs. Lovett, you never cease to amaze me," I say quietly. She smiles at me compliment and looks at the body again.
"Well, wot do yeh suppose we do with 'im?" She asks me with crossed arms. I turn me attention to the sailor's crate by the door. I go over and open up the crate. I then pick up the body and lay it down inside and close the door.
"We'll dispose of him later when it's dark," I say to her.
"Alright, let's get this floor cleaned, eh?" She says as she turns and leaves the room. Five minutes later, she returns with a bucket of water and a few cloths.
"Take off tha' shirt and change into a new one, yeh got blood on it," She says to me as she starts scrubbing the floor. I do as I'm told, not wanting to scare off the Judge if he does come knocking later. When I finish changing, she finishes with the floor. She takes the shirt from me and leaves me alone in me shop. Another fifteen minutes pass without a customer. I growl slightly when I stare out me window to the filthy city before me. When the door opens, I turn and freeze briefly. It's the Judge and I feel meself smile.
"Come for a shave, sir?"
Now, the next chapter should be fun to write! Please review!
