This is before Judge Turpin is killed. Lucy is completely dead by her own doings. Before Mrs. Lovett is thrown into the bake oven by Sweeney Todd.
Mrs. Lovett stood there watching the flame of the bake oven, letting the warmth of the fire seep into her cold body. She knew that she probably get back upstairs to her customers and Toby would start to worry if she wasn't back in the shop in a few minutes. But she simply wanted to stay here, and forget about her troubles, and pretend the fire was the sun on a beach some where.
As she turned around to go back up stairs she jumped a little. "Oh Mr. T., you scared me. How is it that you can sneak up on me like that? You're always so quiet like, almost like an owl."
"Sorry, I just came down to check on you. The boy was gettin' worried."
"Thank you, Mr. T. for comin' down 'ere to check on me, that's very nice. So how long was I gone, I can't really judge time down 'ere. And how did Toby do with the customers?"
"He did well. A little flustered, but he managed. Sold every last one of those pies."
"Did he now? That's always good. Now what 'bout you love, what have you been think about?"
"Nothing much just been getting supplies for your pies and I can't help but to think about getting back at Judge."
"Always broodin' away, aren't ya?"
"I need to get back at him for doing what he did to my poor Lucy."
"Now deary you got leave that all behind. She's gone and she ain't comin' back."
Sweeney Todd looked up longingly into Mrs. Lovett's eyes hoping to see his Lucy staring back at him. He only saw his landlady's molten chocolate eyes looking at him with hoping the love she gave him would someday be returned but she knew that would never happen. She still dreamed and hoped.
"Mum, are you down here? We sold out of pies." Toby said as he came though the bake house's door.
"I'm right here Toby. I know about the pies, good job, Mr. T. told me." Mrs. Lovett said as she turned from Sweeney. Her cheeks tinged a light red as she knelt down to talk to Toby. Sweeney cold, hardened eyes followed her every movement with hope that she was right and he could leave his past in the past.
"Why don't you go get washed up for dinner now? Ya had a long day's work, 'aven't ya?"
"Yes mum." Toby said as he walked back up the bake house stairs.
Mrs. Lovett got up turned around to face Sweeney, brushing off some of the ever present flour. "We 'ave to let 'him in on this little scheme of our or else he'll catch on and go straight to the law gettin' both of us in trouble then, won't it?"
"That would be a problem no wouldn't. Well I could always just finish him of."
"Mr. T. you wouldn't do that, would ya? Please no Mr. t, Toby would be a good boy leave the law well enough alone you can't kill him, please no." Mrs. Lovett's plea softened Sweeney hardened heart. She was right he couldn't kill him it would too much pain in to his heart to hurt Mrs. Lovett like that. He, Sweeney Todd, couldn't possibly care about what would hurt Mrs. Lovett. He didn't care for her at all and never would. Or is he wrong?