No one moved. Silence was among all of them as the doorbell rang once again followed by a knock.

"Mr. Todd?" the muffled voice called, "Are you open?"

Johanna gave a small whimper and Anthony placed a protective arm around her. Then Toby thought of something.

"Get them into the back," he said quickly and quietly.

"What are you doing toby?" Mrs. Lovett asked.

"Don't worry,"

As Toby walked slowly over to the door, Sweeney cleared the table and Mrs. Lovett rushed Anthony and Johanna into the backroom when Anthony suddenly remembered something.

What's your name sir?" Mr. Fogg asked.

"Toby," Anthony replied.

"Toby," Anthony said desperately but Toby was out of ear shot and he didn't think it was cleaver on shouting his name. Mrs. Lovett gave Anthony a look. All Anthony could do was watch as Toby opened the door and the Judge's deviant shadow cast over the boy.

"You," the Judge growled loudly, "What are you doing here?"

"I live here," Toby replied trying to gather his courage.

"Really?"

Judge Turpin pushed his way in and Beadle followed. Judge Turpin walked around a little and inspected every part of the main room until he turned to face Toby.

"Where were you last night?"

The question struck Toby hard, "What?"

"Where were you last night?" the Judge asked with every step as he walked over to where the boy was standing.

"H...here sir," Toby said in his small voice.

"Really?"

Toby didn't know what was going on, he didn't see Anthony's desperate face looking around the corner at him.

"Funny," the Judge said, "Just yesterday the guards at the asylum said that there was a wigmaker at the asylum named Toby,"

Toby's heart froze, he didn't respond he really didn't have a chance too because the Judge was on a roll.

"A wigmaker," the Judge continued, "That seemed to have gotten into the asylum and released all the inmates and taking one with him. Johanna Barker,"

Barker? Toby thought to himself.

"Now the guards told me that this wigmaker had a pistol on him and shot my good friend Mr. Fogg,"

Friend?!

Toby's heart started to move again except at a fast rate.

"I was no where near the asylum," Toby cried.

The Judge ignored this and continued, "Anyways he released all the inmates and took off with my lovely Johanna. He did leave one thing though," the Judge smiled mischievously, "He left his fingerprints on the gun,"

Fingerprints!

Toby looked at his hands and noticed the pattern. Swirls.

"I wasn't near the asylum except for that one morning," Toby protested as he saw the Beadle come closer to him.

"The wigmaker's name was Toby and that's what your name is,"

"Another Toby?" the boy hoped.

"There is only one, and that is you,"

Toby felt like collapsing right there and then. He wasn't at the asylum he was at the house helping make the crust for the pies with Mrs. Lovett. Judge Turpin roughly grabbed the boy's arm.

"Now unless you have someone to confess..."

"Hold it!"

Everyone turned to see Mrs. Lovett standing at the kitchen entrance with her hands on her hips. She looked angry and demanding.

"What's all this about?" she said stomping up to the Judge.

"This boy," the Judge said shaking Toby viciously, "Is charged with murder and trespassing,"

"What?!"

The Judge explained everything to her from what he heard from the guard. Toby wanted to cover his ears because he committed no such crime, he would never do such thing.

"He was no where near that place," Mrs. Lovett snapped. Toby was amazed by the woman's courage to stand up to the Judge like that. Anyone like that would be sent to the brink for a long time.

"Don't talk to me like that woman!" Judge Turpin shouted, "I know what I heard,"

"What about seeing?"

Judge Turpin couldn't answer to that and Mrs. Lovett smirked happily to herself. Then footsteps emerged from the kitchen and everyone turned to see Sweeney standing there with his razor at hand.

"Judge Turpin," Sweeney said walking up, "How do you do?"

"Fine," the Judge said.

"Is there any trouble?"

"Yes, this boy was spotted near the asylum,"

"Two days ago," Toby piped.

"Shut up!"

Sweeney came right up to the Judge, "Now, now sir. Let's all just take a breath,"

Mrs. Lovett and Toby couldn't believe what they were hearing, Sweeney was going soft.

"Why not a shave?" Sweeney said swinging his razor slowly as he said it.

The Judge pondered on this and said, "I can't"

"Why not?"

"I'm on duty at the moment,"

"Oh just leave the boy cuffed to the chair and come up,"

The Judge pondered and then noticed that the Beadle was behind him.

"Fine, watch him,"

The Judge produced a pair of handcuffs and cuffed poor Toby to the chair beside him. The Beadle seated himself a couple tables away and looked around.

"Where do I go?" Judge Turpin asked.

"Follow me sir,"

Sweeney led the Judge up the stairs and out of site. Mrs. Lovett went into the back leaving Toby cuffed to a chair.

At the back Mrs. Lovett started to argue with Anthony but in a whisper.

"What is going on?!" Mrs. Lovett whispered angrily.

"Look I'm sorry alright?" Anthony whispered frantically back, "I had to say something,"

Obviously Mrs. Lovett thought his answer was just another excuse and she didn't listen to it.

"Is he going to be ok?" Johanna asked looking sadly at Toby.

"Yes," Mrs. Lovett said, "He'll be alright, I have a plan. Both of you go into the room,"

"Why?"

"Now,"

Both Anthony and Johanna ran into the room and locked the door and Mrs. Lovett got her rolling pin.

Upstairs Sweeney placed a cloth over the Judge's uniform and got the shaving mix ready.

This is it, he thought to himself, don't mess it up.

Sweeney lathered up the Judge then he flipped open his razor.

"I was thinking barber," Judge Turpin said in his haughtily tone.

"About what my lord?" Sweeney said.

"About what to do with the boy,"

Sweeney cautiously walked over to the Judge with the razor in his hand, "And?"

"Thinking of putting him in the asylum," the Judge said closing his eyes, "That ought to teach him a lesson,"

"Yes it would,"

Closer, closer!

Downstairs Mrs. Lovett walked up behind the Beadle and raised the rolling pin. She was

doing all of London a favour, getting rid of a awful man. She was doing Toby a favour, saving him from prison or worse the asylum and she was doing Anthony and Johanna a favour. She raised the rolling pin high above her head and then brought it down.

Sweeney moved up to the Judge and raised the razor high. He was doing London a favour, getting rid of a man who tortured the city for years. He was doing Lucy a favour, for getting rid of the Judge and he was doing Anthony and Johanna a favour. He placed his arm around the Judge's head and drew the razor across the Judge's bare throat.

Mrs. Lovett's rolling pin came down with a sick crunch on the Beadle's head. He doubted forward and fell with a thud on the ground.

Sweeney's razor drew red rubies from the Judge's throat and Sweeney ignored the Judge's struggling for breath. He pulled the lever and the Judge tumbled out of site down the chute.

Downstairs Toby turned to see Mrs. Lovett standing over the Beadle's dead body and just gapped at her. Mrs. Lovett took the keys and unlocked Toby and said, "No more secrecy,"

Upstairs Sweeney pulled the lever back up and then sat in the chair. He hung his head and then raised it. A smile was across his face, he could hear Lucy's sweet voice inside his head and her thanks.

"I love you Lucy," Sweeney said.

I love you too Benjamin Barker.