"Hey...don't I know you sir?" The beggar asked quietly. Todd held his smiling razor up in the moonlight, poised to end the woman's life with a slash of his wrist...however, he faltered. Something in her tone made him slow. She looked up at him for the first time, allowing him to fully see her face, and the yellow hair that hid underneath the layers of dirt and grime. His cold heart stopped, his breathing was choked off, and he voice shook when he whispered "Lucy? My darling, Lucy?"
He saw a smile on the woman's face, a sort of mad look in her eye...and she uttered a single word…"Benjamin?"
"I...Mrs. Lovett led me to believe you were dead...my dear...but, my love, you are alive!" As he got over his shock Sweeney crowed with joy, and tightly embraced his wife, her covered in dust, and he besprinkled in scarlet. She returned the gesture, equally overjoyed to see her husband, when the door to his parlor flew open.
The Judge stood in a stupor, babbling under his breath. "Mr. Todd?"
"No, that man is dead sir. The name is Barker. Benjamin Barker." He announced as he whipped a blade from his pocket.
Turpin realized what was happening, and was quick enough to pull a pistol from his pocket to fire a shot at Sweeney before he was cut to pieces. Sweeney fell, blood pooling around him.
"Well, my Lucy, it sure has been a while has it not?" The Judge hissed as he moved toward his old concubine. Lucy shrank back in horror.
"You...bloody...vulturous...bastard!" With his dying breath Sweeney screamed at Turpin and threw his silver razor, it's journey through the dank air ending at his throat. It stuck in his neck. He fell, crimson flying everywhere, hitting the ground with a deep thud.
Lucy rushed over to her husband, falling to her knees and cradling his head in her lap. Tears ran down her face, and as the light slowly left his eyes he spoke in soothing tones, probably the first to ever be heard by the vengeful barber…"I die happy...seeing your beautiful face, and your virtuous glow, one final time...I love you, pet."
Her face fell over onto his bloodsoaked chest, and Lucy's sobs shook the floor of the shop. Her wails carried over the rooftops of London...disconsolate, sorrowful, and lamentable.