The near black optics of Mr. Sweeney Todd of Fleet Street shined with approval. He had not washed off the faithful razor blade he had used to slaughter the judge. He turned as he heard the light knock on the door of the barber shop. He quickly hid the bloodied razor in a near by drawer and smiled menacingly," Come in." he called to whomever was knocking at his door.
"It's just me, Mr.T" the English voice of Mrs. Nellie Lovett called to him sweetly,"Oh." he said in a rather dull tone," Why- aren't you 'appy to see me ?" she questioned daringly," I mean you killed the judge. What more-" "SILENCE." Sweeney roared at the poor shaking woman. He seemed to have frightened her quite a bit. He said nothing more. It was Mrs. Lovett who spoke next. "Mr. Todd- business 'as been quite slow I presume ?" she asked. He nodded slowly, as if pondering what she was speaking," Well- when business is slow for you, it's slow for me." she said with a small defiant nod for effect. He rolled his eyes sarcastically,"Mrs.Lovett- if you'd please stop spewing this rubbish and get out. I've got a bit of cleaning to do." he said. She quickly did as she was told. She knew she was getting some where with him. He'd actually said please.
Mean while in the very heart of London- the governor's daughter sat buried into the neck of the sailor. Her shoulders rising and falling as she wept of the disappearance of her poor father. It wasn't like Governor Whitt to just vanish like that. He always told somebody where he was going. Anthony had his arms wrapped affectionately around the girls shoulders and waist, whispering every so often a,'There,there.' or 'All will be well in time.' But in fact- all would not be well in time. Everything was about to take a turn towards disaster.
"ANTHONY ?" a voice cried. Anthony turned from Arlette to the fair skinned and yellow haired maiden he'd once loved," Johanna!" he cried surprised," How could you ?" Johanna Todd hissed. She glared at the woman who was wiping her blood shot eyes," With HER ?" she spat," I thought you loved me!" she cried out, eyes brimming with unshed tears," No, your not mistaken. I DID love you ,Johanna. Please do not take this personally." Anthony said sadly. It hurt him terribly to know he was breaking such a beautiful and sad girl's heart," I've got no where to go!" she cried out. Anthony paused pondering this," No. You do." he started," Fleet Street. To Mr. Todd's barber shop." he said," Go see your father."
Toby who had no hopelessly given up on ever catching a glimpse of the fair haired woman, had turned and walked the rugged cobble stone paths back to Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Emporium. He walked in, setting his cap on the table. He took his beat up old jacket off and set it on the back of one of the wooden chairs," Toby!" cried Mrs. Lovett rushing into the room," Hello, mum." he said grinning up at her affectionately, "Where've you been ?" she barked," I've been worried mad about you, y'know. The shop's been busy and we're running out of meat." she said frowning at him.
"I'm terribly sorry, mum." he began. He looked at her, nodding ruefully," I got caught up in a mob of people just a few streets down." he said lying his ass off. Mrs. Lovett studied him for a few minutes- as to see if he was lying to her, but she saw no signs of miscommunication. She nodded,"Alright then." she said nodding,"'Elp me clean up 'ere, Toby." she said tossing him a damp rag, and he hurriedly got to work.
Johanna prowled the dark, dank street of Fleet Street. She hesitantly turned corners, not quite sure of what lay ahead of her. She then saw it. The big sign that read,'MRS.LOVETT'S MEAT PIE EMPORIUM'. Above the shop was another shop, with the small barber's sign hanging outside of the door. That had to be it. She was absolutely positive that Mr. Todd -no- her FATHER was the only barber on Fleet Street. She quietly walked up the steps to the barber shop.
Upon reaching the top, she knocked at the front door and opened it hesitantly. She remembered this place. He killed Judge Turpin. And she had the right to be gracious to him for that. She had said nothing to Anthony, thank the Heavens. She peered around, to see a dark shadow in the corners," Who is it ?" the gruff male's voice barked.
"Johanna. I-I'm your daughter."