You! What are you doing here? Evil is here, sir! The stink of evil from below, from her! Beedle's here, Beedle! Get out of here! She's the devil's wife, sir. Oh, beware of her! Beware her! She with no pity in her heart! Ouch! I sinned! Oh, well, well, well. Don't I know you, mister? Tom! Mr. Tom! The judge! I have no time! No! Where is she? Where is the girl? Below, your honor. In the care of my neighbor, Mrs. Lovett. Thank heavens. The sailor did not molest her. Thank heavens, too, she has seen the error of her ways. She has? Oh, yes, sir. Your lesson was well learned. She speaks only of you, longing for forgiveness. And she shall have it. She'll be here soon, you say? I think I hear her now. Oh, excellent, my friend. Is that her dainty footstep on the stair? I hear nothing. Yes, isn't that her shadow on the wall? Where? There, crimping, making herself even prettier than usual, if possible. Oh, pretty women, yes. Quick, sir, a splash of bay rum. Sit, sir, sit. Joanna, Joanna. Pretty women. Harry Mann! Pretty women are a wonder. You're in merry mood again. Pretty women. What we do for pretty women. Blowing out their candles. Or combing out their hair. Even when they're hungry. Somehow could still bring you a pair. They're fair. Ah, how seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit. With fellow tastes. In women, at least. What? What's that? No doubt the years have changed me, but then again, the face of a barber, the face of a prisoner in the dock, is not particularly memorable. Benjamin Barker! Benjamin Barker! Oh, come on! Rest now, my friend. Rest now forever. Sleep now, the untroubled sleep of the angels. No! Lift your razor high, screaming, hearing, singing, yes. Sing it in the rising skin of my flesh. Die! Die! God in heaven, die!