Vagatha wonders around, trying to find her beloved Charlie.
"I feel you
Charlie
I feel you
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now, I'm at your window
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
Charlie."
Edward is in his shop, admiring an old picture of his beloved daughter Charolette and his late wife, Mimzy. It's the only thing he has left of the two.
"And are you beautiful and pale
With yellow hair, like her?"
He quickly kills the man sitting in his chair.
"I'd want you beautiful and pale
The way I've dreamed you were"
He presses the pedal. The chair topples, a trap door opens. The corpse of the man slides down a chute and falls at the floor of the cellar.
"Charlie
And if you're beautiful
What then
With yellow hair, like wheat."
He then kills another man.
"I think we shall not meet again
My little dove, my sweet
Charolette"
Vagatha continues to search, wanting nothing more than find her.
"I'll steal you, Charlie!"
Edward makes another kill.
"Goodbye, Charolette!
You're gone, and yet you're mine
I'm fine, Charolette
I'm fine!"
Outside the shop, the beggar woman opens a gate and stares at the meat pie shop from afar, sighing shakily. Anthony walks down to the basement.
"Smoke! Smoke!
Sign of the devil
Sign of the devil
City on fire!
Witch! Witch!
Smell it, sir
An evil smell
Every night at the vespers bell
Smoke that comes
From the mouth of Hell
City on fire!
City on fire...
Mischief! Mischief! Mischief!"
An older man enters the shop. Edward takes off his coat and he sits down.
"And if I never hear your voice
My turtledove, my dear
I still have reason to rejoice
The way ahead is clear
Charolette."
Edward throws a cloak around the customer's neck and applies shaving cream.
"And in that darkness when I'm blind I feel
With what I can't forget You
It's always morning in my mind Johanna
My little lamb, my pet,
Charolette
You stay, Charolette Charolette
The way I've dreamed you are"
Edward then proceeds to slice the man's jugular.
"Oh, look, Charolette!
A star!"
Vaggie stars into the sky.
"Buried sweetly in your yellow hair"
Edward also stars into the sky.
"A shooting star!"
The body is disposed of. Back outside, the beggar woman stares in horror at the black smoke coming from the chimney.
"There, there,
Somebody, somebody
Look up there.
Didn't I tell you?
Smell that air
City on fire!"
Baxter passes her. The beggar grabs him by his shoulders.
"Quick, sir,
Run and tell
Warn them all of the witch's spell"
Baxter escapes the woman's grasp. Anthony climbs up the stairs out of the cellar, holding a tray of freshly baked meat pies. The beggar woman notices.
"There it is, there it is, the unholy smell
Tell it to the Beadle and police as well
Tell them! Tell them!
Help, fiend!
City on fire!
City on fire...
Mischief. Mischief."
Edward slits another throat.
"And though I'll think of you, I guess
Until the day I die
I think I miss you less and less
As every day goes by
"Charlotte"
Vagatha passes through a graveyard, deep in thought.
"Charlie"
Edward shaves another man's face, not killing him. When he finishes the man stands and goes over to his wife and daughter who were waiting for him.
"And you'd be beautiful and pale
And look too much like her
If only angels could prevail
We'd be the way we were
"Charlotte"
Vagatha now looks out into the sea before continuing her search.
"I feel you, Charlie"
Edward's raises his shaver getting to ready to shave.
"Wake up, Charlotte!
Another bright red day
We learn, Charlotte,
To say"
Edward, the daperly man he is, stylishly slashes the throat of yet, another lonely soul
"Goodbye."
Vagatha finds herself standing from front a prison like building.
"I'll steal
You"
Vagatha takes a few steps back from the building she's observing: Husk's Asylum. Charlie looks down at her, longingly and holding the metal bars. At the barber shop, Edward Couteau sits in the chair, stroking the photos of Mimzy and young Charlotte with his bloodied fingers, before closing the frame. This last week had really hard on them all.
The meat pie emporium was having it's official reopening. Baxter stood out front, trying to bring in the customers with his excellent selling skills.
"Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention, per-lease?
Are your nostrils a-quiver and tingling as well
At that delicate
Luscious ambrosial smell?
Yes, they are,
I can tell
Well, ladies and gentlemen
That aroma enriching the breeze
Is like nothing
Compared to its succulent source
As the gourmets among you
Will tell you, of course
Ladies and gentlemen
You can't imagine the rapture in store
Just inside of this door!"
At the decked out terrace, we see several customers devouring their pies, clearly enjoying them.
"There you'll sample
Mr. Tony's meat pies
Savory and sweet pies
As you'll see
You who eat pies
Mr. Tony's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies
Used to be!"
Anthony passes his clients, giving his boy instructions.
"Baxter!"
"Coming!"
"Ale there!"
"Right, Sir!"
"Quick, now!"
They conversed while taking care of customers. Anthony made his way around greeting some customers.
"Nice to see you, dearie
How have you been keeping?
Cor, me bones is weary
Baxter! One for the gentleman
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery
Baxter! Throw the old woman out!"
The beggar woman, who'd stepped towards the shop during the shop, is driven away by Baxter with a rag.
"What's my secret?
Frankly, dear, forgive my candor
Family secret
All to do with herbs
Things like being
Careful with your coriander
That's what makes the gravy grander!"
Edward steps out of his room, pacing around and watching over the customers. Baxter and Anthony continue making their rounds, without a care in the world.
"Eat them slow and feel the crust." Baxter said to one.
"Eat them slow 'cause
Every one's a prize!
Eat them slow 'cause,"
Anthony flips the sign at the door, signaling they are out of meat pies.
"That's the lot
And now we've sold it!
Come again tomorrow!" Baxter said to someone at the door.
"Hold it!" Called Anthony.
A man climbs the stairs towards the barber shop, where a grim fate will await him. Anthony follows him with his eyes.
"Bless my eyes!
Fresh supplies!
How about it, dearie? Is that a pie
Be here in a twinkling! Fit for a king
Just confirms my theory, Baxter! A wondrous sweet
God watches over us And most delectable thing?
Didn't have an inkling, You see, ma'am, why
Positively eerie There's no meat pie"
The beggar wan has returned to the shop. Anthony points angerly, "Baxter! Throw the old woman out!"
Baxter pushes the woman out of the shop and closes the door.
A week later, Edward Couteau and Anthony are sitting on a picnic blanket underneath a tree, while Baxter is flying a kite, somewhere in the distance. It's a beautiful day.
"Still got to keep an eye on the household expenditure. Which isn't to say we couldn't get some nice taxidermy animals, bring a touch of gentility to the place. You know, a deer's head or two?" Anthony says, Edward is, again, minding his own business. "Mr. C? Are ya listenin to me?"
"Of course." Edward says, his smile there but strangled a bit.
"Then what did I just say?" Anthony said crossing his arms and pushing his bleached blonde hair out of his face.
"There must be a way to the Judge." Edward's says as he grinds his teeth.
"Judge... Always harping on the fucking sack of shit. We got a nice respectable business now. Money coming in regularly. And since we're careful to pick and choose, strangers, people who won't be missed, who's gonna catch on?" He asks.
He gets on her hands and knees, rapidly kissing the man's cheek, totally invading his personal space.
"Oh, Mr. C, I'm so happy
I could
Eat you up, I really could
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. C?
What I dream?
If the business stays as good
Where I'd really like to go
In a year or so?
Don't you want to know?"
"Of course." He says slightly looking at him.
"Do you really want to know?" He asks again.
Edward deadpans and say "Yes, I do."
Anthony looks up to the sky, daydrwaming. It becomes more colorful, a seagull passes in a fantasy of Anthony. Hee and Edward are sitting on a towel at the beach, while Baxer plays with a ball in the distance.
"By the sea, Mr. C
That's the life I'll covet
By the sea, Mr. C
Oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. C,
We could be alone
In a house what we'd almost own
Down by the sea"
Edward remains uninterested as Anthony continues. "Anything you say"
"Wouldn't that be smashing?" Now I'm Anthony's day dream, we see them sitting at the balcony of a beach house, inside the house, surrounded by friends and walking down a pier.
"Think how snug it'll be
Underneath our flannel
When it's just you and me
And the English Channel
In our cozy retreat
Kept all neat and tidy
We'll have chums over every Friday
By the sea
Don't you love the weather
By the sea?
We'll grow old together
By the seaside
By the beautiful sea
It'll be so quiet
That who'll come by it
Except a seagull?
We shouldn't try it
Though, till it's legal
For two"
Now we are in a chapel, we're shown the ultimate fantasy: Edward and Anthony are getting married.
"But a seaside wedding could be devised
My rumpled bedding legitimized
Me eyelids'll flutter,
I'll turn into butter
The moment I mutter
"I do!"
Anthony mutters those two words. The priest overseeing the ceremony turns to Edward.
"Will you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Edward, after a brief moment, nods his head, obviously uncomfortable. As the priest closes his bible he says "you may now your groom"
Anthony leans forward, waiting for some sugar. Edward, uneasy, also leans forward and quickly gives his new groom a fleeting kiss on the lips. Back at the beach, Anthony comes out his daydream. Edward briefly puts his hand on Anthony's leg, before pulling it away.
"Down by the sea
Married nice and proper" He embraces Edward and Baxter into a big, tight hug.
"By the sea
Bring along your chopper
To the seaside
By the beautiful sea" Esward, Anthony and Naxter are sitting on the blanket, the lanky man holding them all together.
Back at the barber shop, Esward stares out of the skylight. Anthony enters, holding a tray with some food. "I brought you some breakfast, babe."He puts it on the trunk and looks over to the man he adores. "Mr. C? Can I ask you a question?"
"What is it darling?" He says not looking at him.
"What did your Mimzy look like? Can't really remember, can you?"
"She had yellow hair."
Anthony steps closer. "Ya gotta leave this all behind, ya know. She's gone. Life is for the living, toots. We could have a life, us two. Maybe not like I dreamed. Maybe not like you remember. But we could get by." He goes to put a hand on his arm.
Vaggie enters the shop once again, interrupting a moment, and Anthony pulls his hand away.
"Mr. Couteau! Mr. DelEstate, sir?
"What is it, Vagatha?" Edward asks.
"He has her locked in a madhouse. Charlie. Husk's Asylum. I've circled the place a dozen times. There's no way in. It's a fortress!"
"I've got him." Edward's whispers happily.
"Mr. Todd?" Vagatha questions. Edward grape her shoulders.
"We've got her. Where do you suppose all the wigmakers in London go to obtain their hair?" Vagatha had no idea what the hell he was talking about. "Bedlam. They get it from the lunatics at Bedlam."
"I don't quite understand." Vaggie answers. The look of pure confusion written on her face.
"We shall set you up as a wigmaker's apprentice. That'll gain you access. And then you take her. Go, quickly, go!" Vaggie smiled and quickly ran back to the asylum
"Fetch the boy." He spoke to Anthony.
"Don't you think you should leave the boy behind?" He questions. He has grown quite an affection for the young lad. When he doesn't get an answer, Anthony walks down the stairs towards Baxter, who was busy cleaning the tables. "Baxter. Mr. Couteau needs you.
"Yes, sir." He says and makes his way to the shop. Edward writes a letter, addressed to Valentino, explaining that Vagatha will bring the Judge's ward to his shop.
"Mr. C?" Baxter asks as he makes his way into the shop.
"Do you know where the Old Bailey is?" He asks the boy as he finished the letter.
"Yes, sir. Not that I ever been there." Baxter says. Edward hands the paper to Baxter.
"Take this there. Seek out a Judge Valentino. Repeat that."
"Go to Old Bailey. Find Judge Valentino." He repeats as instructed.
"You put that into his hands. Only to him, you understand?"
"Yes, sir. And while I'm out, do you mind if I stop by the grocer just to pickā¦"
"No. You're not to stop, you're not to speak. You're to deliver the letter. Do you understand?" Edward says, clearly getting irritated.
"Yes, sir." Baxter shakily says. Baxter left to deliver the letter, leaving Edward to pace back and forth as day turned into night.
