NIGHTMARE ON FLEET STREET: THE STORY OF SWEENEY TODD

THE STORY'S END: TRAGEDY AND HOPE

"So, you're Johanna."

Jillian looked at her sister from head to toe, admiring her beauty, even when she was in a sailor's outfit.

"I've been told, you've been wanting to fly away, at least that's what my friend Kristina told me." Jillian said.

"And you're Jillian. I've heard of you. Whenever you would walk by, I've always wanted to walk with you, but my guardian wouldn't let me." Johanna looked Jillian up and down as well, not knowing that she was in fact her long lost twin sister.

"And by 'guardian', you mean, Judge Turpin?" Jillian asked.

"Yes."

"There are some things that he hasn't told you, perhaps? That you have a sister?" Jillian asked.

"No. I don't think he's told me that. He did tell me that she disappeared." Johanna told her.

"Then I'm afraid your guardian didn't tell you the truth. I'm your lost sister." Jillian took a deep breath and said it.

"I knew there was something missing. I had an inkling, a feeling." Johanna said after a few moments, absorbing this new information. She then turned and examined the barber's chair, and his picture and one of his razors.

"Ah, those are a barber's trade. I've only done it a few times. I'm not as good as Mr. Todd is." Jillian said in humility.

Beadle! Beadle!

No good hiding, I saw you! Johanna and Jillian both heard the Beggar Woman coming upstairs, with Stephen.

"Hey! Stop, you shouldn't go in there!" Stephen was heard to say.

"Quick! We'll hide in the trunk, over there!" Jillian led her sister by the hand. Johanna went in first, and then Jillian.

Are you in there still, Beadle?

Beadle?

Beadle, dear Beadle?! The Beggar Woman burst into the room just as the trunk closed, with Jillian and Johanna inside.

"You really shouldn't be in here!" Stephen warned. "Come on, we really should go."

Beadle deedle deedle deedle deedle dumpling

Beadle dumpling...

Ba deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dee... The Beggar Woman paid Stephen no mind as she kept singing.

"Sweeney!" Stephen gaped at the doorway, seeing the barber come in with a murderous glint in his eyes.

"Who are you? What are you doing in here?" Sweeney demanded.

"Evil is here, sir. The stink of evil from below, from her! Oh, she's the Devil's wife. Beware her, sir. She with no pity in her heart." The woman warned.

"Come on, let's get out of here before something else happens." Stephen advised.

Hey, don't I know you, mister? The Beggar Woman asked the demon barber.

"Mr. Todd?!"

Judge Turpin's called out from the bottom of the steps. Sweeney moved with his razor.

"NO, DON'T!" Stephen shouted, to no avail.

Sweeney had slit the poor woman's throat, and down she went with the rest of his victims, dead. Below at the bake house, Lizzie and Kris both squealed.

"Where is she?!"

Judge Turpin came in, just as Stephen went outside, a shaky hand on his forehead in exasperation.