Dotty moved over to the child. "Mr. Pirelli was called away on bussiness, deary. He asked for you to stay here." She eyed Sweeney nervously. "Miss Charlotte gave you a meat pie, did she?" he asked, flipping the razor through his fingers. He walked over behind Charlotte and rested a hand on the nape of her neck, the other still playing the blade through them.
"Yessir. Three of them! She's a right lady, she is." Tobias said, beaming at her. His teeth were good for a boy from the work house, Dotty noted, and grinned slightly back.
"That she is." Sweeney said, beckoning for Mrs. Lovett to come over. "Mrs. Lovett, why don't you bring Toby here downstairs for a nice tonk of gin?" Nellie looked at him curiously but brought the boy downstairs.
Sweeney brought Dotty over to the newly added chair and sat her down. "What do you think we should do with the boy?" he asked. "I say we send him up later. I'll take care of him." he said, moving to the window.
"Now I don't think that'll be-" she noticed him jump slightly. "Wot it is?" she asked, standing quickly. "The judge...leave me." she walked over to him and grabbed his arm. "Leave me!" he yelled, pushing her back.
"Put your jacket on! There's blood in your sleeve!" she said, groping at the stuck doorknob as he threw on the coat. As she jerked the heavy door open and stepped out, she found herself nose to nose with Judge Turpin himself. "I'm sorry, my lord." she said, dismissing herself until a hand grabbed her shoulder. She turned, and the judge beckoned for her to enter with him. Biting her lip, Charlotte complied and went back into the room. Sweeney had just gotten the jacket on well when they entered, and turned on his heel. "Hello Judge Turpin." he said oiliy. "What is it you need today?" he offered his hand to take the Judge's coat. "A stylish trimming of the hair?" A hand that wasn't Sweeney's or her own brushed over the bare skin on her back. Suddenly, a rush went through Charlotte's body, like she was going to sick on herself. She dashed out of the room into the cold autumn day and took a deep breath of fresh air. Blood rushed to her head as she leaned over the banister, breathing unevenly. The judge touched her...touched her bare skin in a way that made her skin crawl...the way her father touched her...*no, don't think about Albert, not now* She went down the stairs slowly, knowing they'd soon have two bodies to take care of. Her mother was waiting at the foot of the stairs.
"Wot's he got up there? A customer already?" Mrs. Lovett asked, leaning against the banister. "Didn't 'spect one 'til Monday, ta be honest." Dotty shook her head, her cheeks flushed. She looks like she was in a cooler, the way she shook and the redness in her face. "Wot's it now? Tell your mother."
"The judge, mother. Sweeney's got the judge."
()
"Mother, was that Anthony? Just went up the stair?" Dotty asked, ripping out of the chair she was sitting in over to the door. "Who's Anthony?" Mrs. Lovett asked, joining her daughter. Charlotte dashed out to the stair, meeting the Judge halfway. Her heart froze was he brushed past her. When she made it to the top of the stairs Anthony ran out the door, not noticing her in his haste. *Damn it...* She trew the door open, finding Sweeney brooding near the window.
"What happened? I was coming up and saw them both running down the stair..."
Todd: I had him! His throat was there beneath my hand.
Charlotte: There, there, Sween, calm down
Todd:No, I had him! His throat was there and now he'll never come again.
Charotte: Easy now, hush love hush I keep telling you -
Todd: When? Charlotte: What's your rush
ToddWhy did I wait?
You told me to wait -
Now he'll never come again.
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.
But not for long...
They all deserve to die.
Tell you why, little Lovett, tell you why.
Because in all of the whole human race Dotty Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one they put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face Look at me, Charlotte Lovett, look at you.
Now we all deserve to die Even you little Dotty...even I Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief For the rest of us death will be a relief We all deserve to die.
And I'll never see Johanna No I'll never hold my girl to me - finished!
(shouted) Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, you sir? Welcome to the grave.
I will have vengenance. I will have salvation.
(shouted) Who sir, you sir?
No one in the chair, come on! Come on!
Sweeney's waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir - anybody.
Gentlemen don't be shy!
Not one man, no, no ten men.
Not a hundred can assuage me -
I will have you!
And I will get him back even as he gloats In the meantime I'll practice on dishonorable throats.
And my Lucy lies in ashes And I'll never see my girl again.
But the work waits!
I'm alive at last!
And I'm full of joy!
Throughout his epiphany he moved around the room, disregarding Charlotte's presence through most of it. He looked at her now, his eyes wide and her's narrowed. "That's all good and well, deary, but what you suppose we gonna do about him?"
