Jason Robert Brown

DORSEY
And this angel met her end on the concrete floor of the 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.
(He again holds up her bloody clothes above his head).
Your Honor, I’ve done my duty – I have no apologies to make.  There will be but one verdict: GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY!

ENSEMBLE
God bless this day in the old hills of Georgia
The old red hills of home.
All sinners pay in the old hills of Georgia
Let us finish what’s begun
And let Jesus’ will be done!

JUDGE ROAN
Gentlemen of the Jury, have you reached a verdict?

FOREMAN
Yes we have, Your Honor.

JUDGE ROAN
How say you?

FOREMAN
Guilty.

JUDGE ROAN
So say you all?
(Murmur of agreement)
Poll the jury, Bailiff.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

JUROR
Guilty.

The eerie music is replaced by an exultant celebratory cakewalk.
And this, for the first time, is heard by LEO and LUCILLE:
THEY embrace each other, terrified, as the curtain falls.