It was a dark and gloomy night on Fleet Street, and Sweeney was looking out his window in the barber shop as usual.

"Love, are you going to get any sleep tonight? You know it's going to be a busy day tomorrow."

"I don't need any sleep."

"Love, ye really shou-"

"The Judge."

"What?"

"The Judge, he's out in front of your pie shop staring in the window."

"Now what would he be doing here?"

Hurriedly Mrs. Lovett headed down to the pie shop closely followed by Sweeney to find Judge Turpin standing in the doorway. "Hello Mr. Todd," Turpin said.

"Why are you here Turpin? What do you want?"

"Mr. Todd don't be rude to your guest, I only came here for one of you famous pies," Turpin said this while pretending to eye the display case.

"Why are you really here?" Sweeney asked in a grave tone.

"Mr. Todd I do believe that you have greatly violated the laws of London by murdering the innocent, and therefore you must be punished for this heinous act." Turpin looked up from the case and met the glares of both Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett.

"I demand that you leave this pie shop Turpin for we are closed," Mrs. Lovett said in a very serious voice.

"I am afraid that the hours of your shop are not a factor to this situation Mrs. Lovett, for law is in action right now."

Sweeney never took his eyes off of Turpin. How he wanted so much to slaughter him right now like he had slaughtered hi heart and life.

"Mr. Todd," Turpin said disrupting Sweeney's thoughts, "I do believe that that is the wrong name for you. I believe that Benjamin suits you better. Benjamin Parker."

Sweeney's patience had been tested for long enough, he grabbed his razors in one swift movement and would have slaughtered Turpin had it not been for Mrs. Lovett's grip on him.

"Let. Me. Go." Sweeney said with an icy stare pointed at Mrs. Lovett.

Sweeney had not noticed that Turpin had snatched Mrs. Lovett's cleaver while he glared at Mrs. Lovett.

"Listen closely to this Parker for I am not going to repeat this. I know where your beloved Lucy is along with the girl Johanna. They are both very much alive and they can be yours if you do me one small favor."

"Will I have to go back to Australia?" Sweeney said his voice still as grave as before.

"No."

"What is this favor of yours?"

"You see, Johanna has become too old and rebelling to remain as my ward. I need to stay here as the judge so I can't look for a new one. Find me a new ward in the New Land and you can play happy family again. I do have certain requirements though.

"What?"

"She must be beautiful, young, innocent, and willing to obey all of my commands."

"What about a crew?"

"You will have Mrs. Lovett, you, and the boy."

"My deadline is in ten weeks. Better hurry." With that said Turpin left.

"When do those ten weeks start?" Mrs. Lovett asked.

"Now," was all that Sweeney said.