019 - [Video]
[It's a very dark apartment, and it's hard to make anything out at first. But humming comes over the feed, echoing oddly and sounding rather ethereal. It's enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
And then there's a scrape and turn of latch and lock, and Mrs Lovett's body is framed in the fitful light of the corridor. Her pose is slumped backwards, head lolling, and her hair is an eruption of red - matted, bloodied red. Red glistens wetly in the ruin of her throat and chest, and yet she's still humming. The humming turns into singing, and as she takes one shuddering step out of her apartment building, the glimmer of a meat cleaver in one of her hands can be seen.]
Nothing's gonna harm you,
Not while I'm around.
Nothing's gonna harm you darling,
Not while I'm around...
And then there's a scrape and turn of latch and lock, and Mrs Lovett's body is framed in the fitful light of the corridor. Her pose is slumped backwards, head lolling, and her hair is an eruption of red - matted, bloodied red. Red glistens wetly in the ruin of her throat and chest, and yet she's still humming. The humming turns into singing, and as she takes one shuddering step out of her apartment building, the glimmer of a meat cleaver in one of her hands can be seen.]
Nothing's gonna harm you,
Not while I'm around.
Nothing's gonna harm you darling,
Not while I'm around...