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PEAVY
Got to go, Ma’am. Gettin’ dark.

LUCILLE
All right, Mr. Peavy. I’ll be right out.

LEO
So how do we bribe the warden to let us do this again?

LUCILLE
We won’t have to, Silly. You’ll be home.

LEO
I love you.

LUCILLE
I love you, too. See you Sunday.

LEO
See you Sunday.

(We become aware of what seems to be a line of automobile headlights coming toward us in the dark. We hear the SNARE DRUM rattling on in the distance. LEO is asleep in his prison cell. The guard, PEAVY, sits at a desk just outside— HE is also asleep. (Three MEN enter quietly—their faces are covered. One of the men knocks out PEAVY and breaks the lightbulb over his desk. THEY proceed to unlock the cell and shake LEO awake. HE sits up.)

LEO
What is it?

MAN 1
You’re comin’ with us, Mr. Frank.

LEO
(half asleep) What? What? Let me put on my pants!

MAN 3
You don’t need no pants where you’re goin’ (THEY take him by his arms, his legs, and his hair and carry him away. We see the parade of cars (now tail lights) move away in the darkness. Abrief interlude in the orchestra, and then back to the SNARE DRUM. The first light of morning breaks at the oak tree. Atable is placed beneath a low hanging limb. Aburlap sack is also in view. LEO is led onstage by his captors. His hands are manacled. HE is barefoot and wears only his night shirt— not even his glasses. The MEN remove the kerchiefs from their faces— they are the OLD SOLDIER, STARNES, IVEY, the Prison GUARD (not PEAVY), and, finally, FRANKIE.)

OLD SOLDIER
Mr. Frank, do you understand why we’ve brought you here? (LEO is silent.) Mr. Frank?

GUARD
Answer him. (HE shoves LEO.)

LEO
(stoic and with great dignity) I understand.

STARNES
Good. Gettin’ light—les’ hurry.

OLD SOLDIER
We are fixin’ to carry out the verdict rendered upon you by the State of Georgia. Do you have anything to say?

LEO
What I’ve always said. I am innocent.

FRANKIE
Now that’s a damn lie!

OLD SOLDIER
Easy, Friend. It’s almost over. (LEO is led towards the table.)

LEO
Just a moment.

IVEY
What is it?

STARNES
Jesus! Time’s a wastin’ here!

OLD SOLDIER
What is it, Mr. Frank?

LEO
I’m not wearing— I have on no— I’ll be exposed when you put me up there. Please. Can I be covered?

OLD SOLDIER
Take that croaker sack yonder. (FRANKIE refuses. The GUARD gets the sack and ties it around LEO’S waist.)

GUARD
I sure wish we didn’t have to do this.

IVEY
Maybe if he confesses we could—you know—just take him on back to prison.

FRANKIE
No!

OLD SOLDIER
We’re here to carry out the law.

IVEY
That’s what I’m sayin’ if he’d a’ confessed it in the courtroom and said he was sorry and all, I b’lieve he’d a got himself a life sentence.

GUARD
I b’leve he woulda.

STARNES
Buncha pansies!

FRANKIE
Jesus!

IVEY
We’ll drive you back to that farm. Looked like a nice place. And you can live out your days.

GUARD
You only got to say you done it. Say you’re sorry.

LEO
I am sorry.

IVEY
You see? You see?

LEO
It’s a tragedy that lovely little girl had to die.

GUARD
And you wish you hadn’t done it, doncha?

LEO
I’m afraid I’ve had to give up wishing.

OLD SOLDIER
Just tell us, Sir. That’s all we ask.

LEO
All right. I will. I believe God has a plan in all this. And I believe He chose me for a reason. So all this time I’ve considered and I’ve pondered and I’ve prayed but for the life of me I can’t seem to come up with what that reason is. I do know this, though. I haven’t gone through the last two years just to stand here now and tell you a bald faced lie. That is not part of God’s plan for me.

IVEY
He didn’t do it!

STARNES
Shut up.

OLD SOLDIER
Mr. Frank, for the last time, did you kill Mary Phagan?

LEO
I did not.

STARNES
Let’s get this over.

LEO
Wait!

STARNES
Jesus! Now what?

LEO
I want my wedding ring to go to my wife. (The OLD SOLDIER nods—the Prison GUARD slides the ring from LEO’s finger—someone else ties a blindfold around his eyes. THEY lift him to the chair and place the noose around his neck.)

OLD SOLDIER
Anything else, Mr. Frank?


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