Benjamin Barker, now known as Sweeney Todd, found his grim solace in the bloody craft of murder. The memory of his little daughter, the baby who had been taken from him so early, still lived in his heart. And, of course, Lucy, his beautiful wife, whose image haunted him in dreams and in reality. In desperation, he dreams of seeing them again, but this hope is becoming more and more illusory.

Here's a new murder. Sweeney, with icy composure, takes the man by the back of the head, preparing to deliver a fatal blow with a sharp blade to the neck. At this moment, the silence is broken by the sound of the door opening and a gentle child's voice full of innocence: "Dad?" Sweeney turns around abruptly and sees a little girl whose eyes are wide with surprise and fear. In her gaze, he sees not only her, but also his own daughter, who was taken away so many years ago.

Something is skipping in his heart, as if Benjamin's old spark is flaring up again. He hates it when children suffer because of the sins of adults. The razor slowly descends, and with strained gentleness he says: "Girl, go down to the bakery, Lovett will pour you some tea. Your father will be free soon." Of course, it was a lie, but how could he tell such a harsh truth to a child?

When the girl reluctantly leaves, Swinney leans into the man's ear and hisses through her teeth with a venomous threat: "Don't whine. If you're so afraid for your life, leave the girl to me. And don't say a word about what happened here, otherwise I'll find you and you won't escape." Swinney knew that a man couldn't refuse him. The fear for his life has always outweighed his father's love. This was the morality of 18th century London.