I do not own Sweeney Todd, P.S I'm not sure how exact this script I'm using is, but I'll do my best to get the dialogue as close as I can.
"I 'spose It's just me gentle heart." Ellie began as they walked down the street, glancing over her shoulder at the fading cart. "but I do hate to see a child treated like that."
The baker nodded solemnly while Sweeney walked with heavy steps ahead of them, in an almost hypnotic state. "Father?" Ellie called, "Let him be love." Nellie placed a hand on her shoulder, "he's still a tad raw about all this." Ellie nodded slowly and kept her pace, soon reaching the pie shop. Sweeney went straight up to the shop without a word.
Ellie and the baker stayed behind down stairs, the air of cheerfulness now dimmed, but only slightly. Ellie hummed as she wiped down the permanently filthy tables.
Days went by, and both father and daughter grew increasingly agitated. Sweeney spent most of his time staring out the large window and tending to a new flood of customers attracted by his show of skill days before.
Ellie had set to securing the "Todds" a place in the town, forming new bonds with old neighbors and endorsing her father's business. It wasn't long however, when people starting asking what had become of Eleanor Barker, and Nellie made a show of mourning the quote unquote tragic passing of the eldest Barker girl, who had been killed by her husband in a murder suicide.
That left us here, on a miserable Tuesday afternoon. Sweeney was staring out the large window in a brooding manner, Mrs. Lovett was kneeling on the floor, installing a large cushioned chair for Sweeney to use in the parlor and Ellie sat on the large leather trunk by the door, knitting at a quick steady pace.
"It's not much of a chair I'll grant, but it'll serve." Nellie nodded, chattering more to herself than anything. "Was my poor Albert's chair, sat in it all day long he did, after his leg gave out with gout, poor dear."
Ellie hummed an agreement absent mindedly, not really listening. Sweeney began pacing like a caged tiger, "why doesn't the beetle come?" he asked to no one but himself. "Before the week is out, that's what he said."
"Well who says the week is out, it's only Tuesday." Nellie looked up, and sighed. "Easy now, hush loves hush." She cooed, "I keep tellin' you, what your rush?" Ellie set aside her knitting unable to concentrate and joined her father by the window. "Hush loves hush, think it through, once it bubbles then what to do? Watch it close, let it brew." Nellie placed a hand on both their shoulders. "Wait." Sweeny shook it off.
"I've been thinking flowers, maybe daisies to brighten up the room. Don't you think some flowers, pretty daisies might relieve the gloom?" Ellie nodded slightly, "Ah wait." Nellie patted her short hair. "Love, wait."
"And what of the judge?" Sweeney cut in. "When do we get to him?"
"Can't you think of anything else?" Nellie sighed, "Always brooding away on your wrong and what happened heaven knows how many years ago."
"Don't you know silly man, half the fun is to plan the plan." Ellie couldn't help but agree, for she had often daydreamed about ways to do in the judge. "All good things come to those who can, wait"
"gilly flowers maybe, 'stead of daises, I don't know though, what do you think?" Nellie asked. 'The Judge's damn head' Ellie mentally replied with a slightly deranged smile.
The bell to the shop rang and the trio turned quickly, a young man covered in bruised and a sported a busted lip burst in to the shop. "Mister Todd! Thank God I've found you!"
"Who's this?" Ellie asked. The young man noticed the two women in the room, "Oh Excuse me."
"Mrs. Lovett son" Nellie nodded, "Eileen Todd" Ellie mock saluted. "A pleasure, ma'am" He turned to Sweeney "You see, there's a girl who needs my help, such a sad girl, and lonely, but beautiful too and…"
"Slow down son" Todd led him in.
So the young man, dubbed Anthony, explained how he met and instantly fell in love with Johanna, nonsense in Ellie opinion. But Johanna threw Anthony her key as a cry for help and the sailor planned to rescue her. Tonight.
Ellie felt a rush of worry and joy, this could be a quicker way to get her sister out of her prison and safe from the judge.
"This is all very romantic." Nellie sighed
"Yes, but you see." He looked up pleadingly, "I don't know anyone in London, and I need a safe place to keep her until I've hired a coach to take us to Plymouth. If I could just keep her here for an hour or to, I would be forever in your debt."
"Bring her here dear." Mrs. Lovett nodded. "Thank you Ma'am." Anthony shot up from his seat, "Mr. Todd?"
Sweeney nodded , "Bring her here."
"Thank you sir!" Anthony left quickly
"Seems the fates are favoring you two after all." Nellie smiled, Sweeney grunted an a moody manner, "What's wrong Father?" Ellie asked, "We're finally going to get to see Johanna again."
"Yes, but only for a few hours, before her carries her off to the other end of England." Sweeney grumbled.
"What him? Well let him bring her here and since you're so keen on a little" the baker made a neck cutting movement, "there's a throat for you to slit my dear."
"Mrs. Lovett!" Ellie protested, "He seems nice enough, besides, she just met him do you really think she is really going to run off and marry him?"
They remained silent as they resumed their previous activities, brooding, cleaning and knitting.
"Poor little Johanna, all those years without a single scrap of motherly affection, Well we'll soon see to that."
"Pardon me, I took care of her for the first twelve years."
"Whats this?" Sweeney interrupted, Ellie and the Baker joined him and looked out the window to see an extravagantly dressed Pirelli and his shaggy apprentice, Toby lurking around the alley.
"This can only end badly" Ellie muttered.
"Go," He instructed Nellie, "Keep the boy below with you, Ellie you stay with me." He smiled humorlessly, "It's time you started helping out my lovely assistant."