Sweeney was on his slaying spree - letting single men come into his shop and discarded their bodies into the burner of where and. Lovett made her meat pies.

He stared out the window of the afternoon, the clouds covering the sky as it always did.

He then sat onto the chair he would make his ‘clients’ sit down in. He was close to getting the judge - he could feel it.

But he had a priority - his daughter that Sweeney had yet to save. He had his other child with him..