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Sweeney stood still staring at the bloody, lifeless body of the man he once loved, Adolfo Pirelli.

Todd and Pirelli went way back, far before the wrongful conviction of Sweeney Todd, formerly known as Benjamin Barker.
When Todd knew Pirelli, they were young, Adolfo Pirelli, better known as Daniel O’Higgins at the time, was just an Irish man looking for a job in London.

Sweeney Todd, who was known as Benjamin Barker before his conviction, had hired O’Higgins to work as an assistant in his barber shop on Fleet Street.

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Benjamin Barker had been sweeping the floor of his barber shop when he heard knock upon the door.

“Who could possibly be knocking on my door at this hour.” Barker said to himself “Don’t they know my shop is closed?”
Despite his aggravation, Barker opened the door.

“Hello?” Barker stared at the stranger in his doorway.

“Hello, my name is Daniel O’Higgins, Danny when it’s not professional. I am looking for a job and I was wondering if you would be willing to hire me.”

Barker observed the man which he now knows as Daniel O’Higgins. He stood at approximately 6’1” with short, neatly laid brown hair, a nicely trimmed mustache, and a faint shadow of a beard, as if he had forgotten to shave that morning. He was wearing a dark green vest over a white button up shirt, light brown pants that looked a little dirty, and black shoes that desperately needed to be polished.

“How well can you shave a face?” Barker asked as he walked over to his chair.

“Quite well, sir.” Daniel walked into the room and looked around, as he looked, he noticed the razors placed neatly on a chest in the corner of the room. “These are very fine razors Mr. Barker.”

Barker turned to Daniel “Thank you, they are my favorite. Do not touch them.”

O’Higgins simply nodded at that and walked away from the razors to stand in the middle of the room, awaiting further instructions.

“You’re hired. Can you finish sweeping the floor?” Barker said, facing away from Daniel.

“Alright.” Daniel begins sweeping the floor with a strong focus on getting the floor as clean as possible.

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Sweeney felt the guilt of his actions weigh him down as if something were purposely trying to break his ribs.

He reached into the front pocket of Pirelli’s blue tailcoat, the same one Sweeney had called hideous multiple times, and pulled out the sparkly silver coin purse that Pirelli always kept on him.

Sweeney had given Pirelli the money he had before he got sent to Australia, Pirelli had used that money to buy the silver coin purse that is now stained with his own blood from the hands of his killer.

The sound of someone knocking on the door made Sweeney drop the coin purse back into the chest where Pirellis corpse lay.

“Mr. Todd?” A boys voice comes through the door. Tobias. “Mr. Todd, are you alright?”
“Im fine. Go back downstairs.” Todd says, voice almost trembling.

Tobias must not have noticed anything though because Sweeney heard his footsteps getting further away from him as he sighed.

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“Mr. Barker” Daniel called “Mr. Barker, may I take a break?”

“No. There will be a flood of people any minute now and I can’t handle that alone.” Benjamin said, sounding quite stressed.

Daniel sighed and got back to cleaning his razors. “So, what do you do up here when you don’t have customers” O’Higgins asked.

“I talk to you.” Barker said, walking to the window. “But before you were around, I would sit and look out this window, watching the people on the street, trying to figure out what the people of London feel. I want to know who these people are, what they think, how they feel.”

Daniel walks up behind Benjamin, looking out the window, trying to figure out where to look. “Really? I never thought you would be so… perceptive? No that doesn’t sound right… attentive. I never thought you would be so attentive.”

Benjamin, who is lost in thought, mumbles a “thank you” and people-watches until he hears a knock at the door.

“Benjamin? Can you be a little quieter, Johanna is sleeping.” Lucy slightly opens the door and peeks in. “Hello Mr. O’Higgins.”
“Hello Mrs. Barker” Daniel says as he turns to Lucy.

Lucy has always been a very beautiful woman, long blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. It’s truly shocking that she ended up with Benjamin Barker of all people, even though it was a mutual agreement between them.

“Please call me Lucy.” She smiled brightly before leaving the room.

“It’s truly a mystery how you ended up with her.” Daniel turned to Benjamin. “She’s so beautiful, she could have done so much better— not like you’re ugly or anything! You’re very handsome! She’s just—“

Barker sighed, cutting Daniel off. “I know. She’s beautiful, our marriage was an agreement. It was not love. We are merely friends.”

“An agreement?”

“Yes, an agreement. A mutual understanding, we sleep in separate rooms, all she asks is that I help take care of Johanna.”

Daniel looks at Barker, clearly confused. “Wait, why?”

Barker sighs once more. “Can we not talk about that right now?”

Daniel nods. “Alright. Well people are going to start coming in any minute so I’ll get set up”

Daniel begins setting up his supplies on the table next to the barber chair. “Please take a break Mr. Barker. Go eat something, or just rest.”

“Why would I do that? Time is money Daniel. Taking a break is wasting money” Benjamin says.

Daniel just sighs. “Don’t say that, everyone needs a break once in a while. Now, take a break. Please.”

“Fine.” Barker says, a bit aggravated.
Benjamin walks downstairs and out into town to find some food. He thinks of many things on the way, but his main thought is Daniel, which he thinks is odd.

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Sweeney sat on his barber chair, looking away from the chest, hoping to forget what he had just done.

“I heard some ruckus up here, are you alright, love?” Mrs. Lovett asked as she walked through the door.

“Im just fine.” Sweeney replied, staring at the wall.

“Well, Toby was just wondering where that Pirelli went.” Mrs. Lovett sat on the chest, Pirellis body just a few inches below. “Did he leave through the back?”

“No. He was talking too much. I shut him up.” Sweeney said bluntly. Mrs. Lovett looks down at the chest.

“Don’t tell me. You killed the man?”

Sweeney nodded. “I had to. He said too much. He knew too much.”

Mrs. Lovett stood up. “Where are we going to hide the body?”

“I’m not sure, just leave. I’ll figure something out.” Sweeney sighed.

Mrs. Lovett leaves the room and goes downstairs. Sweeney sits in his shop, staring at the chest, praying that this is just a bad dream.

Sweeney wished he could reverse what he had done. Bring Pirelli back, let him work by his side again. Sweeney knows this is foolish, but he can’t help but wish.

“Pirelli was merely saying too much” Sweeney tried to convince himself. “He deserved to die. He knew too much.”

It didn’t work. Sweeney needed to find out a way to justify this.

“It was practice, if i want to kill Judge Turpin, I need practice.” Sweeney was pacing around the room. “If he is to come anytime soon, I must practice.”

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“Practice makes perfect.” Daniel said proudly, looking happily at the man in the chair before him, freshly shaved.

“Thank you, sir. This is a magnificent shave. Truly.” The man said, smiling. “How much do I owe you?”

“Threepence.”

The man handed Daniel threepence and walked out, feeling his freshly shaved chin with satisfaction.

“Great job, Daniel. That man looked quite happy.” Barker said with a small smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Barker.” Daniel grabbed his razor and started cleaning it.

Benjamin watched as Daniel meticulously cleaned his razor, making sure it was spotless. “You clean your razors quite often Daniel.”

Daniel looked at Benjamin, confused. “You don’t clean your razors after every client?”

“I do, but you make them spotless after every shave.” Barker walked to his box of razors. “Does that not get exhausting?”

Daniel still looked quite confused, but continued cleaning his razor. “No, I like my razors spotless. I could clean yours too if you’d let me.”

“I do not want you anywhere near my razors.” Barker glared at Daniel. “Do you understand.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good. Now, if you want to go and get something to eat, you can. I’ll take the next few people that come in.” Benjamin said, relaxing a bit.

“Alright. Thank you Mr. Barker” Daniel walked out of the shop and out into the streets of London to find something to eat.

While he was gone, Benjamin Barker took over, shaving faces with dexterity and attention to detail.

Barker had always been good at what he did, he hadn’t nicked anyone in years, and he never let his clients leave unsatisfied. Not to say that he’s perfect, he’s not. He dislikes talkative people because they expect him to talk back. Barker does not talk while doing his job, that’s his biggest imperfection in his job.

Daniel on the other hand, he talks all the time while he works. He likes hearing about these peoples lives. He asks questions and listens attentively to what these people are saying while shaving their face. He makes a few mistakes here and there, but usually his clients leave satisfied and they often come back to be shaved by him again so they can talk.

Barker thinks it’s weird. He often wonders how Daniel concentrates on his job while talking to his client, and why they keep coming back for him specifically.

When Barkers clients come back, they just want a smooth shave, and the barber does just that. Nothing more, nothing less.

Benjamin believes that a worker that talks too much is a sloppy one. Daniel, however, is not sloppy. He just talks a lot while he works.

Barker begins to think it’s a skill. A skill that he does not possess.

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It hurt Sweeney to even look at the chest. He thought for hours about what he could do about Pirellis body, eventually giving up.

Mrs Lovett opened the door. “Mr Todd, I have an idea.” She said.

“What is it” Sweeney asked.

“I could bake him into a pie”

“How?” Sweeney asked as he turned to Mrs Lovett, confused.

“I’ll put him through the meat grinder. Simple.” Mrs. Lovett stated as if it were common knowledge.

“Huh. I guess that might work.” Sweeney responded.

“Should we do it now?” Mrs. Lovett asked.

“Go ahead. I’m going to get a drink.” Sweeney walked downstairs and poured himself a glass of gin, hoping it will make him feel better.

“Mr. Todd are you alright?” Toby asked. “You look quite pale”

“I’m alright. Don’t worry about it, boy.” Sweeney said, praying that Toby stops talking to him.

Now, Sweeney doesn’t hate Toby or anything. He’s just pissed off and the boy isn’t helping. Sweeneys never been good with kids. Toby can’t really be classified as a kid, he’s almost 18. However, Sweeney sees anyone younger, or less mature, than him as a kid.

“Oh, well, I hope you feel better.” Toby said, slurring his words a bit, he’s definitely drunk.

“Thanks.” Sweeney took a sip of his drink.

‘Life was often cruel to those who are less fortunate.’ That’s a quote that Sweeney thought about a lot. He thought it resonated with a lot of people. Tobias Ragg was one of those people.

Toby had a rough life, Sweeney could tell. He was malnourished, probably by Pirelli. Todd knew how Pirelli treated Tobias. He was abusive and was easily frustrated. Todd wondered how Pirelli, who was once caring and considerate, turned into an abuser and a liar.

Sweeney knew it probably had something to do with Pirelli having to find a job after Todds false imprisonment. However what he became was so uncharacteristic for the sweet Irish man Todd knew.

Toby must’ve noticed the puzzled look on Sweeneys face and decided to ask about it. “What are you thinking about Mr. Todd?”

“Nothing of your concern.” Sweeney responds. He decides he wants to know about Pirellis abusive nature. “Does Pirelli ever hurt you?”

“Sometimes- But he’s really nice most of the time! He just gets frustrated!” Toby looks around, scared that Pirelli may have heard that.

“Really. Hm.” Sweeney takes another sip of gin.

“Why do you ask?” Toby asked.

“Just wanted to know. Me and Pirelli go way back, it just seemed uncharacteristic of him to use someone as a human punching bag.” Todd said.

“Really? He’s been like this ever since he hired me.” Toby was shocked that Pirelli wasn’t always this way.

Sweeney sighed. “Some people aren’t born evil. They become evil over time.”

Sweeney remembers the day he became what some would call evil. It was his 2nd year in jail, he had been brutally beaten by some random guys. That flipped a switch in him. He plotted his revenge, and he killed all of those men.

That was all Sweeney could do. He was the jails barber. That was his job. He had that job taken away real fast when he slit those men’s throats. It was a tragedy.

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“What would you do for revenge?” Daniel asked.

“That’s a good question.” Barker said. “It depends on what I’m getting revenge for.”

“You’re getting revenge for…” Daniel thought. “Someone taking your daughter.”

“I’d kill them.” Barker said. “I’d go to any lengths I could to kill them.”

“Really? That’s a bit extreme” Daniel said.

“No it’s not. If it’s for my daughter then I’ll do anything.” Barker said. “I love that girl with all my heart, she is my pride and joy.”

“I guess that’s reasonable.” Daniel began setting up his work space.

“How about you.” Barker began sweeping the floor. “What would you do for revenge?”

“Depends. Maybe blackmail. Something career ruining.” Daniel said.

“Hm. Interesting.” Barker nodded.

Daniel was more tame than Benjamin. It was a given. Some would say that Barker is crazy. That he should be put in Bedlam. Barker isn’t insane, at least not to him, he’s just willing to do what it takes for his family.

It’s not a new thing to say you’d kill for your family. Barker doesn’t understand why it’s different for him. Is it because he actually means it? Why wouldn’t someone kill for their family. If someone you loved was in danger, you’d make a sacrifice. Right?

Right.

Barker knows he’s right. If you weren’t willing to make a sacrifice for someone you loved, do you really love them?

“Mr. Barker, are you alright?” Daniel asked.

“I’m fine.” Barker said. “I’m going to check on Johanna. I shall be back.”

Benjamin walked to Lucy’s room, smiling as he saw his daughter peacefully sleeping in her crib. He would sacrifice his life for his girl. Then again, he doesn’t have much of a life without her. He’d go mad if something happened to Johanna.

Barker was not insane, he was simply willing to make sacrifices. People don’t like sacrifices, even when they’re not the ones making them. Those are the people Barker hates. They’re selfish and they hate when a selfless person makes a sacrifice.

Being selfish is one of the worst evils in Barkers eyes. Being selfish is something Benjamin does not understand. There’s a lot of things he doesn’t understand.

“Benjamin?” Lucy tapped on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Barker looked at Lucy, she looks concerned.

“I’m alright, don’t worry.” Benjamin said.

Lucy’s face became a bit more relaxed, but she still looked a bit concerned.

“That’s good. Thank you for checking on Johanna.” Lucy smiled.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to her.” Barker said.

Lucy hummed in agreement. “You should get back to work, I’ll look after Johanna.”

“I should.” Barker walked back to his shop.

Daniel was humming some old Irish song he heard growing up while sweeping the rest of the room. He didn’t remember the words, he just knew the tune. It wasn’t super catchy but it was often stuck in his head.

Barker walked in. “Nice song.”

Daniel turned to him. “Thank you, it’s something I heard growing up.”

“Do you know the words?” Barker asked.

“No, only the tune.” Daniel sighed.

“It’s better than nothing.” Barker said. “People are going to start coming in any minute.”

Barker hates his job sometimes. He hates the people who think they can be rude because of their status. Barker doesn’t really hate his job, he hates the wealthy people who come in and treat him like dirt. They’re selfish.

Barker hates selfish people.

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Sweeney heard the sound of Mrs Lovett letting Pirelli down the chute that leads down to the cellar.

Todd knows what is going to happen but he decides he wants to watch Mrs. Lovett anyway. “Stay here, Toby.” The barber said before walking down to the cellar, waiting for Mrs. Lovett.

“Why are you down here, love?” Mrs. Lovett asked.

“I wanted to watch, I was curious.” Sweeney replied.

“Alright, dear.” Mrs. Lovett hummed as she began to sever the limbs of Pirelli, going for efficiency and not perfection. He’s already dead, why be careful? That was her logic.

The more Mrs. Lovett cut, the bloodier it got until she was finished chopping off Pirellis arms and legs. It was disgusting.

Mrs. Lovett took his arms first, shoving them through the meat grinder, the ground meat falling into a large bin. She repeated this process with every part of his body until Pirellis whole body had been through the meat grinder once.

“It must go through the grinder 3 times.” Mrs. Lovett said. “Once truly isn’t enough.”

While Mrs. Lovett said this, she took the bucket and dumped the contents back into the meat grinder before putting the bucket back in front of the meat grinder and began to crank the leaver until all the meat was back in the bucket. She repeated this process one more time before deeming it good.

Then Mrs. Lovett began to make the dough, mixing flour, salt, water, and lard. When it was finished being mixed, she wrapped it in a cloth.

The baker took her herbs and spices and dumped as much as she could of each thing into the bucket and began to mix it until it looked evenly distributed.

“Now I can assemble the pies” Mrs. Lovett said, pulling the dough out of the cloth, separating a piece and rolling it out, then she put the flattened portion of dough in a small pie pan, cut off the bits that are hanging out, then put some meat into it. She took the scraps that she cut off from the edges and rolled them out in order to make the top of the pie. Finally she cut some small slits in the top because it looks nice. She repeated the process until she ran out of pie dough.

Mrs. Lovett put the pies into the giant oven that’s in the cellar then she began cleaning up her space. She only used about half of the meat so she had to find a separate container to put the rest in before putting it away somewhere cold so it doesn’t go bad.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had fresh meat to use. I think these will be a lot better than usual.” Mrs. Lovett said.

“Me too.” Sweeney said. “I’m going to go back upstairs.”

“Okay, dear.” Mrs. Lovett said, continuing to clean up.

Sweeney walked upstairs and poured himself some more gin, sighing after the first sip.

“Is that blood?” Toby asked, horrified.

“From a cow, I was helping Mrs. Lovett prepare her meat pies.” Sweeney said, looking at his shirt, it had random splotches of blood that looked suspicious, he needs to get it cleaned.

“Ah, okay. I was afraid for a second.” Toby let out a sigh of relief.

Sweeney nodded slightly, he didn’t really have anything else to say.

Sweeney never really had anything to say, he spent all his time thinking, even before he went “insane”. He thought about things that others just wouldn’t understand, the thoughts being too complex for the average person to comprehend, at least, that’s what he thought.

Sweeney never thought about his daily plans like what he was going to eat for dinner or what he was going to do the next day. He spent his time thinking about his daughter, Johanna, and the man who he loved, Pirelli. He thought about Pirelli a lot. Now more than ever, which is a given.

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“It’s so nice taking a break from work, isn’t it?” Daniel asked.

Benjamin and Daniel were taking a walk around London, taking the day off. It was Daniels idea. Benjamin tried to argue but the man is impossible. The two had been spending more and more time together, it made the people around them curious. Barker never had friends, so it’s odd seeing him on a stroll with a coworker.

“Yes. However it feels like I’m doing something wrong” Barker admitted. “Like a school boy getting caught kissing a girl.”

“Odd description but I get it.” Daniel said. “You’ve worked so hard, Mr. Barker. You deserve a break.”

“I guess.” Benjamin sighed, a faint blush spread across his cheeks, he would never admit that though.

Barker never got complimented on his work before. He was always told to try harder because it wasn’t perfect. That’s why he was so stubborn about breaks and taking time off. It made him feel like he wasn’t putting enough effort and dedication into the work he did.

“Im glad you decided to take the day off with me, Mr. Barker.” Daniel smiled. “It would have been really lonely on my own.”

“You make friends faster than anyone I have ever met Daniel.” Barker rolled his eyes. “You just wanted me to take the day off.”

“You’re right.” Daniel admitted. “But I also really like talking to you.”

Barker looked at Daniel, looking puzzled.

“You are a funny man without even trying, but you are also a very good listener. I value that quality in a person. You also talk just enough to make your point. You don’t ramble on and on about useless topics. You are honest, some people may think you are harsh, but I like that you don’t sugar coat things.” Daniel looked at Barker. “You are a good person to talk to.”

Barker was both embarrassed and flustered, he doesn’t get compliments often and when he does, they are usually backhanded. It felt nice to be complimented like that.

“Thank you, Danny.” Barker smiled a bit.

“You have never called me Danny.” Daniel was taken off guard.

“It felt too professional to call you Daniel.” Benjamin said.

“Really? Does that mean I can call you Benjamin?” Daniel asked.

Benjamin sighed, it was a fake sigh of defeat. “Go ahead.”

“Alright! Well, Benjamin, what should we do now?” Daniel asked. Barker hadn’t heard a word Daniel said after his first name came out of the mans mouth.

It rolled off Daniels tongue a lot better than Barker.

“Benjamin?”

Benjamin sounds a lot better with his accent, the name Barker sounds too drawn out in the mans Irish accent.

“Mr. Barker?”

Daniel should call him Benjamin more often.

“Benjamin Barker!” Daniel raised his voice a bit to get the other mans attention.

“Huh? Sorry, I got a bit lost in thought.” Barker said, becoming much more embarrassed.

“I could tell.” Daniel said. “Now that you’re listening, what should we do?”

“We could go back to the shop and just stay there, we don’t have to open the shop or anything.” Barker suggested.

“Sounds good to me, let’s go.” Daniel and Benjamin walked back to the barber shop. Barker took off his coat as soon as he got inside.

Barker sat down on the chest, Daniel sat next to him.

“You are a great guy Benjamin. You are good at what you do and you are quite nice when you want to be.” Daniel said.

“You keep complimenting me, why?” Benjamin asked.

“You look cute when you get flustered.” Daniel said, as if that’s not the most absurd statement ever.

“What.” Benjamin must have looked so embarrassed, he could feel it.

Daniel laughed. “It’s true. You’re a good looking guy Benjamin.”

“You are aware that saying stuff like that could get you killed, right?” Barker looked a bit worried.

“Well I trust that you’re not going to kill me. Especially because your marriage is an ‘agreement’, you’re in a lavender marriage, correct?” Daniel sounded hopeful.

“Well, yes but still! This is dangerous.” Barker said.

“We are the only people in this room. I wouldn’t say stuff like this in public.” Daniel seemed a bit frustrated.

Barker sighed. “You know what. I guess you’re right.” Barker looked out the window. “You’re pretty good looking yourself.”

Daniel smiled, his cheeks turning a bit pink. “Thank you, Benjamin.”

Barker was content for the first time since he was a kid. It feels like a dream.

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Sweeney was never one to look back on his regrets. He tries not to have regrets. He thinks regrets are stupid, but here he is. Regretting killing Pirelli and agreeing to Mrs. Lovetts crazy ideas.

He is also regretting getting sent to jail.

It wasn’t his fault, he knows that. He had to get a new identity and make a different personality for himself so he wouldn’t be caught after he escaped. He didn’t want to become a different person, he had no choice. Anyone who finds out deserves to die.

He remembers the day he got accused. How could he not. It was a horrible day. It’s still vivid in his mind and he doubts he’ll ever get over it.

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“Benjamin Barker?” A man’s voice called.

Barker had been cleaning his shop. “Yes? Who is it?”

“Beadle Bamford.” The man, the Beadle said as he walked into Barkers shop. “I have been sent to give this to you directly.” The Beadle pulled a letter out of his coat pocket, handing it to Barker.

The barber took the letter, he suddenly got much more nervous realizing this was serious. Barker opened the letter, hands shaking. 

The letter was formal. Clearly hand written by Judge Turpin himself. The letter read:

Dear Benjamin Barker,

It has come to my attention that you have committed a crime so evil, so despicable, so disgusting that it goes against all that God had planned for you. You are a disgraceful criminal. Deflowering a pure woman who had not the mind to say ‘no’. You should know that I could have you sentenced to hanging. However I believe that would be too cruel. I wish to see you in my court on May seventh at ten thirty in the morning. If you refuse to show, I shall find you. 

Sincerely,

Judge Turpin.

Barker stared at the letter for several minutes. This was a false accusation. He had never touched any woman who had not consented. 

Judge Turpin had always been a looker when it came to Barkers wife. The judge was also corrupt, that was common knowledge. However Barker never thought he’d go this far.

“This is a lie.” Barker said, mainly to himself.

The Beadle turned around, beginning to walk out of the room. “Tell that to Judge Turpin.” 

With that, the Beadle went downstairs to give Lucy a letter of her own. An invitation to a party the night of May seventh.

Barker sat on the chest, staring at the letter. He cannot fathom how the judge could go this far. It’s immoral to falsely accuse a man for your own sick pleasure. 

Judge Turpin doesn’t care how immoral he is, Barker knows that. He could kill 100 people and feel no remorse. That’s just who he is. It’s devastating, but that’s why people fear him. He feels no guilt for the people he sentences to death. 

Barker slept horribly on the nights leading up to May seventh. How could he sleep well, he was about to get sent to jail. 

On the morning of his conviction, Barker woke up early, six in the morning to be exact. He ate a good breakfast, walked around London, talked to some people, and ultimately ended up in his barber shop with Daniel.

“I’m going to be arrested today Danny.” Barker said, he was miserable and tired. 

“I know.” Daniel said, trying to comfort Barker. “The judge can’t be reasoned with unfortunately. Believe me, I tried.”

“Im sure you did. There’s nothing I can do, I know why he’s doing this, he wants my wife and my daughter. He needs me out of the way in order to get to them.” Barker was angry, you could hear it in his voice.

“I know you’re mad but try not to lash out on the man.” Daniel sighed. “That will only make it worse.”

“I know.” Barker looked out the window. 

They sat in silence until it was time for Barker to go. He made himself look more presentable before leaving the shop and going to the courthouse. 

“Please sit Mr. Barker.” Judge Turpin said. 

Barker did as Judge Turpin said and sat on the chair in the courtroom.

“You were brought before this court today under your crime of rape. This is a horrible crime Mr. Barker. You must know that.” The judge said.

“That’s not true.” Barker said. 

“Silence!” Judge Turpin yelled. “Unless you have no evidence other than saying you didn’t do it then I think I have reason to believe you are guilty, sir.”

“This is immoral, your honor.” Barker argued, he would fight for the rest of his life if it meant not getting sent to jail.

“It is not immoral. You, sir, are guilty.” Judge Turpin said. “I sentence you to 20 years in Sydney.”

Barker yelled and fought as he was dragged away. He was held in a cell for several days before he was being boarded onto a boat with several other convicts. He was hungry, tired, and dirty. He would have to get used to those feelings.