In the living room of Anthony's home, we see anthony is asleep in his chair. Baxter comes in, waking him up. "Where have ya been, lad? We had quite the rush at dinner time. My fucking bones are ready to drop."

"Mr. Todd sent me on an errand. And on the way back, I went by the workhouse, just to take a look. And I was thinking, if it wasn't for you, I'd be there right now. Or someplace much worse. Seems like the good Lord sent you for me." Baxter smiled warmly at him.

"Oh, toots, I feel the same way." Anthony smiled back at him.

"Listen to me, please. You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. Say, if there were someone around... someone bad.. Only... you didn't know they were bad."

"What is all that 'bout? What are ya talkin' 'bout?" Anthony asked. Confusion was on his face as he looked at the boy with glasses.

"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around."

"What do you mean, "someone bad"?" Anthony asked.

"Well, demons are prowling everywhere. But, I'll send them howling, I don't care. I got ways" Baxter told him.

"Shut it, kid, there's no need for this".

"Others can desert you, not to worry, whistle, I'll be there."

"Really kid, what the hell are ya talkin' 'bout?"

"Demons will charm you with a smile. For a while, but in time. Nothing can harm you, not while I'm around" Baxter told Anthony again.

"That's nice, kid. Now, what is all this bullshit really about?" Anthony, once again, asked.

"Little things that I've been thinking about Mr. Couteau." Anthony looked at Baxter with unease. Surely, the kid couldn't be thinking Mr. Couteau would hurt them.

"Not to worry, sir! I may not be smart, but I ain't dumb." Baxter stated, "Being close and being clever, isn't like being true. I don't need to and I won't ever, hide a thing from you. Like some…" baxter said again while looking upstairs towards the shop.

"Now, Baxter, sugar tits, haven't we had enough of this foolish chit chat?" He stands up and grabs his coin purse. She fishes out a few bills and hands it to him

"Here, how 'bout I give you a few bucks and you go get us some toffees or chocolates or something?" Anthony says, trying to change the subject.

But Baxter doesn't look at the dollars that Anthony is waving in his face. He looks at the purse, recognizing it immediately.

"That's Signor Pirelli's purse!" He shouts, pointing to purse.

Anthony pulls the purse away and defends "No, it's not. Just something Mr. C gave me for my….. birthday."

"That proves it! We gotta go, sir! We gotta find the Beadle and get the law here and-" Anthony is quick to grab Baxter as he starts to head towards the exit and pulls him close while sitting on the couch.

"Hush, Baxter. Hush now, you're not going anywhere. Ya are gonna just sit here, nice and quiet, next to me. That's right, right." He says as he pets the boys head in a comforting way. "How could ya think such awful things about Me. Couteau? He's been nothing' but good to us." He looks towards the wall, trying to figure out what to do. "Nothin' is gonna harm you, not while I'm 'round."

"Funny that we should be havin' this little talk right now. 'Cause I was just thinking... Ya now how ya always bitch about coming into the bake house with me to help make the pies?" Anthony asks.

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Well, no time like the present, yeah?" Anthony says while opening the door to the basement steps.

"I feel bad for you, sir, going up and down all these stairs all the time."

"Well, that'll be your job now, okay?"

"Yes, sir." Anthony opens the next door with a regretful look. The gigantic oven stands on the far wall. "Quite a stink, disgusting." Baxter says whole scrunching up his nose.

Anthony points to the sweet grates. "You see those grates? They go right down to the sewers, and the smells come up from them.. Always a few rats gonna go home to Jesus down there." Anthony then leads Baxter over to the oven."Now, this'll be the bake oven. Three dozen pies at a time. Always be sure the door is closed properly, like this." He shows Baxter how to properly close the oven door.

He steps aside to allow the boy to practice opening and closing the oven door. "Door's closed properly, sir!" He smiled proudly. Anthony then leads him over to another machine in the room.

"This is a grinder. Pop in the meat," he then grabs the machine's handle and turns it, meat strands start pouring out from the other end. "Give it a good grind. Pops out there. Ya turn" He says slightly out of breath. Baxter then gives it a go.

"Good grind and comes out there."

"That's my boy." He pats Baxter's shoulder and starts walking to the door. "I'm just gonna head back upstairs, I'll back in two shakes, aight?"

"You mind if I have a pie while I wait?" Baxter asks hopefully.

"As many as you like, kid." She smiled at him and retreated back up the stairs. He closes the door they first went through, locks it and leans against it, tears start coming down his face.

Vagatha is now learning the ins and out of Husks Asylum. "Yes, ma'am, I agree. It would be to our mutual interest to come to some arrangement in regard to my poor children's hair." Husk states. They pass several cells. The women have been categorized by the color of their hair. "Brunettes... Redheads… I keep the blondes in here. It was yellow hair you was looking for, ma'am?" Husk asks Vagatha.

"Yes." He replies. Husk opens the door and all the women inside all slink back in fear of the man. Husk hisses at them like a cat. Vagatha looks around and sees Charlie in the room's far left corner. "That one there has the shade I need, sir." She says hopeful.

"Come here, bitch." He growls And kneels down next to her. "Smile for the miss and you shall have a sweetie." He says while pulling out a pair of scissors. "Now, where shall I cut?" Vagatha intervenes, she pulls out a handgun.

"Not another word, Mr. Husk, or it will be your night in the land of the living." She states as Charlie steps up to her and Husk holds his hands in the air. "Now, I leave you to the mercy of your "children"." The other women attack the man and Husk starts to scream in terror.

"I got him locked in. But if he escapes, he'll go to the law." Anthony tells Edward, as he paces around his shop.

"Then he won't escape!"

"I don't know, Mr. Couteau." He replies.

"The Judge'll be here any moment."

Anthony then jumps in surprise as the door slams shut, Beatle Vox standing there "'Scuse me, jackass, but you fucking scared me shitless!"

"Not my intention, good sir, I assure you. Though I am here on official business. You see... there's been some complaints about the stink from your chimney. They say at night it's something most horrid. Health regulations and the general public welfare naturally being my duty, I'm afraid…" he cleans his nostrils. "I'm gonna have to take a look... at your bakehouse." He says as he clears his nose once again.

"Of course, sir. But first, why don't you come and let me pamper you?" Edward smiled, his grin almost stretching from ear to ear.

"As much as I do appreciate being pampered, I really should see to my official obligations first." Vox replied, rejecting the offer.

"I completely understand. If you'll indulge me, sir, what is that exotic aroma?" Edward asks while taking a sniff from the air around Vox's shoulder.

"My own secret, a touch of ambergris." Vox stated proudly.

"Dare I offer you something a tad more... appropriate for a gentleman of your standing? The ladies will greatly appreciate it, sir." Edward's focus and grin never faltered.

"Well, you're the expert in these matters." Vox gives in to Edward's offer.

" It will only take a moment. I assure you." Edward confirms and Anthony made his way back to the shop and home below.

"Would you like a bit of bay rum, sir?"

"Bay rum is very bracing." Vox accepted as he folded up his cane and sat in the chair"

Baxter is eating a meat pie, until he bite into something really hard. He spits it out and looks at the object in his hand which resembles a thumb. The boy looks around, seeing everything with different eyes. A huge pile of clothes are lying in a corner. At the top of the grinder, Baxter sees the pieces of meat…. human meat. He fishes out a hand, which is missing a thumb. Just as his findings clicks together in his brain, the hatchet opens and Vox's corpse falls onto the stone floor, his head breaking apart through the impact of the fall. Bacter runs to the door, trying desperately to open it, but finds that he has been locked in. "Let me out!" He cries and bangs on the door. Then a hat comes through the shoot. "Please, let me out! Let me out! Please!"

The frightened boy looks around in fear, trying to find a way to hide or escape. Eventually, the two conspirators enter the basement, only to find it empty.

"Baxter? Where is he?" Anthony asks. They keep looking and eventually enter the sewers. "Where are you, kid?"

"Baxter?" Edward calls out.

"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around." Anthony reminds the seemingly empty sewer.

"Baxter?" Edward calls again.

"Where are you hidin'?" Anthony says like they are playing a game of hide and seek.

"Baxter?!" Edward calls out again as he holds his razor behind his back.

"Nothing's gonna harm you, toots, not while I'm around."

"Baxter?!" Edward calls out once again.

Vagatha and Charlie, who is now dressed in a sailor's outfit, enter the barber shop.

"Mr. Couteau!" Vagatha calls out. She looks around but doesn't see him anywhere. "You wait for him here. I'll return with a coach in less than thirty minutes. Don't worry, no one'll recognize you. You're safe now, okay?" She says to Charlie.

"Safe? So, we run away and then all our dreams come true?" Charlie asked, a bit sceptical.

"I hope so." Vagatha answers.

"I've never had dreams. Only nightmares." Charlie looks down

"Charlie, when we're free of this place all the ghosts will go away."

"No, Vaggie, they never go away." Charlie says and Vaggies look at her for a moment.

"I'll be right back to you. Half an hour and we'll be free. I promise." And she runs out of the room.

The beggar woman leaves her hiding spot and slowly makes her way towards the barber shop. Inside, Charlie wanders around the shop, looking at Edward's photos, not realizing she was looking at her own baby pictures. Then, the beggar woman is heard talking.

"Beadle! Beadle! No good hiding, I saw you!" She calls from the other side of the door. Charlie quickly hides in the trunk bench. "Are you in there still, Beadle? Beadle?" She calls just before she busts inside. "Beadle, dear Beadle? Beadle deedle deedle deedle deedle dumpling

Beadle dumpling... Ba deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dee…" the beggar woman repeats to herself. Couteau arrives, a shadow at the door frame. He steps towards the woman.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" He asks, voice dropping with venom and curiosity.

"Evil is here, sir. The stink of evil from below, from her! Oh, she's the Devil's wife. Beware her, sir. She has no pity in her heart." Then she realizes something, "Hey, don't I know you, mister?" She reaches her hand towards his face. As she looks up, she seems pretty… familiar. The Judge, however, announces himself, at the bottom of the stairs.

"Mr. Couteau?" Judge Val called. Couteau acts quickly, Hh slices the beggar's throat, killing her. As she was standing above the trap door, Edward disposes of her with a push on the pedal. Her corpse lands in the cellar. Just as the door closed, Val appears at the shop's entrance. "Where is she?" He asks quickly.

"Below, Your Honor. With my neighbor. Thank heavens... the sailor did not molest her. Thank heavens, too, she has seen the error of her ways." He casually says while cleaning his razor blade.

"She has?" Val asked hopeful.

"Oh, yes. Your lesson was well learned. She speaks only of you. Longing... for forgiveness." He smiled maliciously.

"Then she shall have it. She'll be here soon, you said?" Val asked.

"Yes."

"Excellent, my friend."

"How about a shave?" Edward asked while gesturing towards the chair. It's clear Val still has some reservations. Edward pats on the chair. "Sit, sir. Sit. I insist." He smiled.He relents and sits down as they discuss where they left off about pretty women.

"Oh, pretty women" Val starts.

"Pretty women, yes."

"Charolette."

"Pretty women are a wonder.":

"What we do for pretty women!"

"How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit." Val continued.

"With the same tastes... In women, at least." Edward stood there.

"What's that?" Val asked, confused as hell.

"The years, no doubt, have changed me, sir. But then, I suppose the face of a barber... the face of a prisoner, a dog, is not particularly memorable." Edward said.

Val looks at Edward, who has lifted his razor high into the air. That's when it hits him.

"Alastor Ledette." He said clearly furious and disgusted.

"ALASTOR LEDETTE!" Edward yelled out, outraged. He stabs the Judge in the neck, causing blood to go everywhere, even onto the skylight. He stabs him again and again, viscously grunting and gritting his teeth as Val's blood stains his face and clothes. He then briefly stops. Val, in great pain, whimpers as his attacker steps around him and slits his throat for good measure. The Judge's head falls against the headrest as Edward presses the pedal, dumping the corpse in the basement. He then looks at his bloodied razor. "Rest now, my friend. Rest now, forever." He sets the blade down.

Charlie opens the lid, it creaks. Edward turns around, he sees her. The barber grabs his razor, steps to the trunk and opens it. He sees Charlie, but the outfit prevents him from recognizing her.

"Come for a shave, have you, lad?" He asks, venom drips with every word.

"No, I…" Charlie starts but is cut off when Edward grabs her hair and throws her into the chair, ready to dispose of the woman in men's clothing. "Everyone needs a good shave." He raises the blade, but a scream from the basement distracts him. He looks to his side, before he leans towards Charlie. "Forget my face." She nods. The barber storms out of the shop.

In the basement, Anthony tries to shake Val's hand from his dress. He's still alive, gasping and bleeding like a wounded animal.

"Die! You poorly packaged sack of horseshit, die!" He yells.

Val let's go and finally dies on the floor at Anthony's feet. Anthony breathes frantically and looks over the bodies that have piled up. Then…. "You…" He sees the corpse of the old beggar woman and tries to quickly move it towards the oven when Edward enters the cellar.

"Why did you scream?" He asks as if he didn't just murder three people in a span of moments.

"Oh, he was clutching onto me dress, it was nothing, he's finished now." He says while still dragging the beggar woman's corpse.

"I'll take care of it. Hold the door to the oven open." He says, pushing her away. "Hold the door, I said." He said again since Anthony paused for a moment. Edward rolls up his sleeves, ready to dispose the bodies. Anthony looking rather uneasy, opens the furnace. The fire illuminates the face of the dead woman on the floor. Anthony looks at her and Esward follows his gaze. The hair of the beggar woman appears to be yellow. Edward, like a sleepwalker, kneels down and tenderly parts her hair. He looks deeper at her face and realizes…. This was his wife, Mimzy Ledette.

""Don't I know you?", she said…" His eyes remain locked on his wife's body, the woman he unwittingly killed. "You knew she lived, didn't you?" He asks unnervingly calmly.

"I was only thinking of you." Anthony replied

"You lied to me... " Edward said as he looked up at Anthony.

"No, no, not lied at all! No, I never lied." He was quick to defend himself.

"Mimzy…"

"Said she took a poison. She did, never said that she died."

"I've come home again…"

"Poor thing, she lived, But it left her weak in the head. All she did for months was just lie there in bed!" Anthony grew a bit frantic.

"Mimzy, my sweet Mimzy…"

"Should've been in hospital. Wound up in Bedlam instead, poor thing!" Edward stands up, looking in horror at what he has done.

"Oh, my God!" He says

"Better you should think she was dead. Yes, I lied 'cause I love you! I'd be twice the husband she could have eva been as a wife!"

"Mimzy…"

"I love you!"

"What have I done?" Tension began to fill the moist, mucky air.

"Could that whote have cared for you like me?"

Edward turns around, stepping closer to the traitor standing before him. "Anthony, you're a bloody wonder. Eminently practical, And yet appropriate as always" he smiled his signature smile. "As you've said repeatedly, there's little point in dwelling on the past. Now, come here, my love…"

"Do you mean it? Everything I did, I swear, I thought was only for the best. Not a thing to fear, believe me... Can what's dead still be Married?" Anthony says as he starts to dance with Edward.

"The history of the world, my pet, is learn forgiveness and try to forget."

"By the sea, Mr. Couteau, We'll be comfy-cozy. By the sea, Mr. Couteau, Where there's no one nosy." The pair continue to dance in circles.

"And life is for the alive, my dear, So let's keep living it."

"Just keep living it…"

"Really living it." Edward says and yells, outraged at everything that happened. "Really living it!"

Edward hurls Anthony straight into the open furnace. He screams and spasms, his flesh seems to melt as fire starts to consume him. The vengeful barber slowly closes the door. He briefly looks through the hatch as Anthony's last screams fade away. Mr. Couteau then locks the hatchet and turns around. He slowly steps towards Mimzy's corpse. His razor falls out of his hand as he crouches down and cradles his deceased wife. "There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful." He says sadness and regret fill his voice. Behind him, a sewer grate is lifted up. Baxter crawls out of the hole, his face shows nothing but anger. "A foolish barber and his wife, she was his reason and his life and she was beautiful." Baxter crawls towards the razor, stands up and walks to Edward. "And she was virtuous and he was…"

Couteau hears Baxter behind him, he lifts his head and presents his neck, ready to be cut. In an instant, the boy slices his throat. Blood pours out of the barber's neck, over his wife's face. Baxter leaves the cellar as Edward dies from his wound. More and more blood seeps out of the wound, staining the stone floor in a brilliant fiery red, illuminated by the raging, steaming oven.