that's her name, Johanna -
and Turpin that of her guardian.
A judge of some sort...
Once he goes to court, I’m going to
slip into the house and release her
and beg her to come
away with me. Tonight.
Oh, this is very romantic.
Yes, but- I don't know
anyone in London, you see.
And I need somewhere safe to bring her
till I've hired a coach to take us away.
If I could keep her here, just for an hour
or two, I would forever be in your debt.
Bring her here, love.
Thank you, ma'am...
...Mr. Todd?
Thank you, my friend.
Seems like the fates are
favoring you at last, Mr. T.
What is it, love?
You'll have her back
before the day is out.
What about him?
Oh, him? Let him bring her here and
then, since you're so hot for a little -
that's the throat to slit, my dear.
Poor little Johanna.
All those years without a
scrap of motherly affection.
Well, we'll soon see to that...
Keep the boy downstairs.
Signora, is Mr. Todd at home?
Plying his trade upstairs...
Would you look at it, now!
You wouldn't mind if I gave him
a nice juicy meat pie, would yer?
Yes, yes, whatever you like.
Come with me now.
Your teeth is strong, I hope?
Sit down,
Come in.
Mr. Todd.
Signor Pirelli.
Call me Danny. Daniel Higgins' the
Daniel Higgins' the name
when it's not professional...
I'd like me five quid
back, if' n ya don't mind.
Why?
Because you entered into our little
wager on false pretenses, me friend...
And so you might remember to be
more forthright in the future,
you'll be handing over half your
profits to me, share and share alike...
...Mr. Benjamin Barker.
Here you are, tuck in.
Like to see a man with a healthy appetite.
Reminds me of my dear Albert,
like to gorge himself to bloatation, he did.
He didn't have your nice full head though-
To tell the truth -
it gets awful hot.
...yes, this will do very nicely...
You don't remember me.
Well, why should you?
I was just a down and
out Irish pug you hired
for a couple of weeks
- sweeping up hair -
But I remember these -
And how could I ever
forget you, Mr. Barker?
I used to sit right there,
and dream of the day I could be
a proper barber meself...
You might say you was an inspiration to me.
So, do we have a deal, or
should I run down the street
for me old pal Beadle Bamford?
What do you say to
that now, Mr. Sweeney T-?
My my my, always work to be done.
Spic-and-span,
that's my motto.
So, ah, how did you end up with
that dreadful italian?
Got me from the workhouse.
Been there since I was born.
Oh God! He's got an
appointment with his tailor-
If he's late, he'll blame me-!
Wait-!
Signor, you got an appointment...
Signor Pirelli has been called away.
You better run after him.
Oh no, sir. I better wait for
him here or it'll be a lashing.
He's a great one for the lashings.
So, hmmm, Mrs. Lovett
gave you a pie, did she?
She's a real lady.
That she is...
But if I know a growing boy, there's
still room for some more pie, eh?
Yes, sir.
Then why don't you wait
for your master downstairs?
There'll be another pie
in it for you, I'm sure...
No, I should stay here.
I tell you what...
Why don't you tell Mrs. Lovett I said
to give you a nice big tot of gin?
Thank you, sir!
This is the second time, sir, that you
have been brought before this bench.
Though it is my earnest wish to
ever temper justice with mercy,
your persistent dedication to a life of
crime is an abomination before God and man.
I therefore sentence you to hang
by the neck until you are dead
and may the Lord have
mercy on your soul.
This court is adjourned.
Thank you, your Honor.
Just the sentence we wanted.
Was he guilty?
Well, if he didn't do it, he's surely
done something to warrant a hanging.
What man has not?
Sir?
No matter -
Come, walk home with me.
I have news for you, my friend.
In order to shield her from
the evils of this world,
I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.
Ah, sir, happy news indeed.
Strange, though, when I