Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
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2006
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01 décembre 2006
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Publié par
Publié le
01 décembre 2006
Nombre de lectures
8
Licence :
Langue
English
Written by
John Logan
Music and Lyrics by
Stephen Sondheim
Adapted from the Stage Musical "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street"
Music and Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim Book by Hugh Wheeler
Based on a version of "Sweeney Todd" by Christopher Bond
18th DECEMBER, 2006 PAGE 1.
1INT. DARK CHAMBER -- NIGHT1
Foreboding organ music is heard...
We are looking down at a rough brick floor ... is it an alley? ... a cobblestone street? ... a warehouse? a factory? ... we're not sure...
The flickering glow of flame is the only illumination...
The ominous organ music continues as...
From the bottom of the frame...
A dark pool of blood slowly begins to spread ... moving up the frame, defying gravity ... the flickering flame reflected in the blood...
Finally, the pool of blood fills the entire frame.
SUDDENLY--
A shrill factory whistle blows--
ENORMOUSLY LOUD -- blood-chilling and spine-shattering -- the whistle is a bizarre combination of sound: a factory whistle; a hog being slaughtered; a dog snarling; a roaring inferno; a human scream--
And a man's face appears, upside down, reflected in the pool of blood.
He is THE GENTLEMAN, a slender dandy in pearl grey gloves and matching waistcoat. A cold and superior aristocrat.
The camera slowly revolves -- the Gentleman becoming right side up as--
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd. His skin was pale and his eye was odd. He shaved the faces of gentlemen Who never thereafter were heard of again. He trod a path that few have trod, Did Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
We cut from the blood to see the Gentleman standing before us. Strangely impassive.
We are in an eerie dark chamber, unclear, a low ceiling, a world of silhouettes and shadows.
(CONTINUED) PAGE 2. 1CONTINUED:1
Another figure emerges from the miasma of shadows, into the hellish flickering of flame: THE BANKER. He is large, rotund and sleek. Impressive muttonchops.
He kept a shop in London town, Of fancy clients and good renown, And what if none of their souls were saved? They went to their maker impeccably shaved...
More FIGURES begin to emerge from the shadows, joining the Gentleman and the Banker as...
By Sweeney, By Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
Although prosaic in appearance these figures are, in fact, GHOSTS.
Swing your razor wide, Sweeney! Hold it to the skies! Freely flows the blood of those Who moralize!
As they continue, the new figures become more distinct...
THE GENERAL, a tough, leather-skinned military man in a crimson imperial uniform...
His needs were few, his room was bare:
THE PRIEST, a lean, severe man with pale skin in clerical attire...
A lavabo and a fancy chair...
THE TOURIST, a small, meek man with glasses in an ill-fitting suit...
A mug of suds and a leather strop, An apron, a towel, a pail and a mop...
THE STUDENT, a dashing young man from Oxford with luxurious long hair...
(CONTINUED) PAGE 3. 1CONTINUED: (2)1
For neatness he deserves a nod, Does Sweeney Todd...
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
The ghosts are a bit more insinuating now as they move around this mysterious world...
(variously)
Inconspicuous Sweeney was, Quick and quiet and clean `e was. Back of his smile, under his word, Sweeney heard music that nobody heard. Sweeney pondered and Sweeney planned, Like a perfect machine 'e planned, Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle, Sweeney would blink and rats would scuttle...
The specters are becoming more insistent, their strange impassivity giving way to accusation as the flickering red flame becomes an inferno--
(variously)
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle, Sweeney would blink and rats would scuttle. Inconspicuous Sweeney was, Quick and quiet and clean 'e was, Like a perfect machine 'e was, Was Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeeeeneeeeey! On this explosive note we revolve -- away from the ghostly Furies--
To discover--
SWEENEY TODD. Standing before us. An unclear figure, silhouetted in blazing red flames.
We slowly push in on him as:
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd. He served a dark and a vengeful god. What happened then--
(CONTINUED) PAGE 4. 1CONTINUED: (3)1
Well, who's to say?
And he wouldn't want us to give it away,
(variously)
Not Sweeney, Not Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
On this note, we push in tight on the figure of Todd...
Music and the clanging of a clock tower bell are heard as we slowly begin pulling back and are imperceptibly transported to...
2EXT. SHIP -- THAMES -- ALMOST DAWN2
ANTHONY, a young sailor of about 20, is standing at the rail of a ship. We see the obscure shape of rigging and sails behind him. The cries of sailors echo.
Behind him stand the GENTLEMAN and the BANKER. They are looking past Anthony, looking at something. They move away as Anthony peers through the fog, straining to see...
London.
Gradually, as the ship approaches, the towering spires and mountainous rooftops of the city begin to stand out in relief, to emerge through the fog like a tiger creeping toward its prey.
Music continues as Anthony takes in the dreadful and magnificent spectacle of the 19th Century metropolis. The gnarl of rooftops. The labyrinth of streets and alleys. The black trails of smoke reaching up like skeletal fingers from a thousand chimneys.
London. Sulfurous London.
Anthony is awestruck.
I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders From the Dardanelles To the mountains of Peru, But there's no place like London--!
Then--
(CONTINUED) PAGE 5. 2CONTINUED:2
Sweeney Todd steps to Anthony's side, grimly interrupting--
No, there's no place like London.
Mr. Todd...?
You are young. Life has been kind to you. You will learn.
Todd's glares forward, his haunted gaze never leaving the approaching city.
3EXT. DOCKS -- DAWN3
Music continues as Todd stands very still and takes in the shadowy figures on the docks.
Anthony seems almost lost at his side, overwhelmed by the scale and aura of the city.
Lord ... takes your breath away, doesn't it?
Todd shudders violently, almost snarling.
There's a hole in the world Like a great black pit And the vermin of the world Inhabit it And its morals aren't worth What a pig could spit And it goes by the name Of London. At the top of the hole Sit the privileged few Making mock of the vermin In the lower zoo, Turning beauty into filth and greed. I too Have sailed the world, and seen its wonders For the cruelty of men Is as wondrous as Peru, But there's no place like London!
Anthony looks at his friend, mystified by his grim reaction to the city.
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I beg your indulgence, Anthony ... My mind is far from easy. In these once familiar streets I feel shadows everywhere...
Shadows...?
Ghosts.
Anthony looking at him, questioning. Todd continues quietly:
There was a barber and his wife, And she was beautiful, A foolish barber and his wife, She was his reason and his life, And she was beautiful, And she was virtuous. And he was... (a breath) Naive.
Anthony watches, rapt, as Todd remembers...
4EXT. FLOWER MARKET -- FLASHBACK -- DAY4
...Fifteen years before.
Todd walks with his beautiful wife LUCY through a crowded flower market, a colorful explosion of blossoms. Lucy carries their one-year-old baby, JOHANNA.
Todd is almost unrecognizable to us, content and smiling. Chatting with his wife. Happy.
There was another man who saw That she was beautiful, A pious vulture of the law, Who with a gesture of his claw Removed the barber from his plate. Then there was nothing but to wait And she would fall, So soft, So young, So lost, And oh, so beautiful!
(CONTINUED) PAGE 7. 4CONTINUED:4
During the above, JUDGE TURPIN, an elderly man with a saturnine demeanor, eyes Lucy through the luxurious bunches of flowers. He stalks her, desiring her.
With the Judge is his nefarious creature, BEADLE BAMFORD. The Beadle is a large man, his florid nature and pink, powdered face never quite disguising his lethality.
The Judge whispers to the Beadle, indicating Todd. Then the Beadle and several policemen sweep in and drag Todd off. The Judge moves in on Lucy like a predator.
And we return to...
5EXT. DOCKS -- DAWN5
Music continues.
And the lady, sir ... did she succumb?
Oh, that was many years ago... I doubt if anyone would know.
A quiet beat.
I owe you my life, Anthony. If you hadn't spotted me, I would be lost on the ocean still ... Thank you.
Todd picks up his duffel bag, preparing to go.
Will I see you again? TODD You might find me, if you like, around Fleet Street.
Until then, my friend.
He offers his hand. Todd takes it and shakes.
Then Todd quickly turns and goes.
Anthony stands for a moment, saddened by the mysterious pall that hangs over his friend. PAGE 8.
6EXT. STREET -- MORNING6
Todd strides along, deep in thought. The emotions roiling within him finally seethe out in a dark mutter:
There's a hole in the world Like a great black pit And it's filled with people Who are filled with shit And the vermin of the world Inhabit it...
He disappears down the street as the music THUNDERS--
7EXT. LONDON ASSAULT -- DAY7
--We ZOOM ahead of Todd -- cutting through the city at lightning pace down twisting alleys and up crowded boulevards -- into tunnels and over bridges -- slashing through London at breakneck speed -- the insane explosion of music sending us hurtling to--
8EXT. THE PIE SHOP -- DAY8
Fleet Street.
We see the exterior of Mrs. Lovett's pie shop. It is tatty and unloved by all. Yet it has a strange, ghostly presence to it. Imposing and dead at the same time.
There is an exterior staircase leading up to a darkened second floor room with a window overlooking the street.
The music slows and continues as we see Todd, standing in front of the shop, considering it deeply. The GENERAL we saw before passes, glancing at Todd. Here and then gone.
Todd finally strides to the shop and enters...
9INT. PIE SHOP -- DAY9
Behind the dusty counter is...
MRS. LOVETT, a venal, vigorous and slatternly woman in her 40's.
She is currently busy chopping a loathsome mess of suet with a wicked looking knife, her greasy hair hanging down over her face.
(CONTINUED) PAGE 9. 9CONTINUED:9
The moment Todd enters -- and the bell at the door sounds -- her head snaps up and her eyes are on him like a bird of prey:
A customer!
Todd is startled, starts to go--
Wait! What's yer rush? What's yer hurry? (She sticks the knife into the counter) You gave me such a-- (Wipes her hands on her apron) ) Fright. I thought you was a ghost. Half a minute, can'tcher? Sit! Sit ye down! (An order) Sit! (He obeys) All I meant is that I Haven't seen a customer for weeks. Did you come here for a pie, sir? (Todd nods. She flicks a bit of dust off a pie with a rag) Do forgive me if me head's a little vague-- Ugh! (She plucks something off the pie, examines it) What is that? But you'd think we had the plague-- (She drops it on the floor and stamps on it) From the way that people-- (She flicks something off the pie with her finger) Keep avoiding-- (Spotting it moving) No, you don't! (She smacks it with her hand) Heaven knows I try, sir! (Lifts her hand, looks at it) Tsk! (She wipes it on the edge of the counter) But there's no one comes in even to inhale--
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Tsk! (She blows the last dust off the pie as she brings it to him) Right you are, sir. Would you like a drop of ale? (Todd nods) Mind you, I can't hardly blame them-- (Pouring a tankard of ale) These are probably the worst pies in London. I know why nobody cares to take them-- I should know, I make them. But good? No, The worst pies in London-- Even that's polite. The worst pies in London-- If you doubt it, take a bite. (He does. It's horrible) Is that just disgusting? You have to concede it. It's nothing but crusting-- Here, drink this, you'll need it-- (She gives him the ale) The worst pies in London.
During the following, she slams lumps of dough on the counter and rolls them out, grunting frequently as she goes:
And no wonder with the price of meat What it is-- (Grunt) When you get it. (Grunt) Never (Grunt) Thought I'd live to see the day Men'd think it was a treat Finding poor (Grunt) Animals (Grunt) Wot are dying in the street. Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop, Does a business, but I noticed something weird-- Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared. (Shrugs) Have to hand it to her-- Wot I calls Enterprise, Popping pussies into pies. Wouldn't do in my shop-- Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick.
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And I'm telling you them pussy cats is quick. (Leans on counter, exhausted) No denying times is hard, sir -- Even harder than The worst pies in London. Only lard and nothing more-- (As Todd gamely tries another mouthful) Is that just revolting? All greasy and gritty, It looks like it's molting, And tastes like-- Well, pity A woman alone With limited wind And the worst pies in London! (Sighs heavily) Ah sir, Times is hard. Times is hard.
She finishes one of the crusts with a flourish as the music ends.
Todd, meanwhile, is gulping at his ale, trying to wash down Mrs. Lovett's hideous creation.
Trust me, dearie, it's going to take more than ale to wash that taste out. Come with me and we'll get you a nice tumbler of gin.
She leads him through the curtains at the back of the pie shop and into...
... Her parlor is a wonder of seedy faux-middle class Victoriana. Little knickknacks, dusty plants and dingy doilies. There is a threadbare mauve sofa in front of a comfortable fire.
A faded picture postcard of the seaside hangs on a wall.
She goes to a sideboard and pours him a huge glass of gin as:
Isn't this homey now? Me cheery wallpaper was a real bargain too, it being only partly singed when the chapel burnt down ....
(CONTINUED) PAGE 12. 10CONTINUED:10
She hands him the gin. He gulps it down, washing the taste of her pie out of his mouth.
There's a good boy, now you sit down and warm your bones, you look chilled through.
He sits before the fire:
Isn't that a room over the shop? If times are so hard, why don't you rent it out?
She glances up at the roof, considering the room over them.
Up there? Oh, no one will go near it...
She turns to him, something a little intense and probing about her gaze.
People think it's haunted.
Haunted?
She holds his gaze.
And who's to say they're wrong? ... You see, years ago, something happened up there. Something not very nice... The flickering flame from the fire begins to cast a more intense red glow on her face...
There was a barber and his wife, And he was beautiful, A proper artist with a knife, But they transported him for life. (Sighs) And he was beautiful...
The music continues as she looks at him, again with that rather intense gaze:
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Barker, his name was -- Benjamin Barker.
Transported? What was his crime?
(with an edge)
Foolishness.
She turns again to the fire, the red glow bathing her face as she remembers...
11INT. BARBER SHOP -- FLASHBACK -- DAY11
