[DORSEY, spoken]

This angel met her end on the concrete floor of a sweatshop where she toiled away her childhood fastening erasers to pencil caps for ten pennies an hour. She died a noble death without a splotch or blemish upon her. 

Your Honor, I have done my duty; I have no apologies to make. There will be but one verdict in this trial: Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

[ENSEMBLE, overlapping]

God bless this day in the old red hills of Georgia

The old red hills of homе

All sinners pay in the old red hills of Gеorgia

Let us finish what's begun

And let Jesus’ will be done

[JUDGE ROAN, spoken]

Gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?

[FOREMAN, spoken]

Yes sir, we have, Your Honor. 

[JUDGE ROAN, spoken]

How say you?

[FOREMAN, spoken]

Guilty. 

[JURORS, spoken consecutively]

Guilty. 

Guilty. 

Guilty. 

Guilty. 

Guilty. 

Guilty. 

Guilty. 

Guilty. 

Guilty. 

Guilty. 

Guilty. 

[The crowd breaks into an exultant celebratory cakewalk. LEO and LUCILLE embrace each other, terrified.]