Well raise 'im high and string 'im up!
We've gotcha now, you're good as dead!
From the gallows to your grave
It's gonna take your breath away!
Crime they say, does not pay
And you’re the living proof
But not for long, cause you’ll be hung
By your neck
—Heathen - "Death by Hanging"
Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles
I am the lawyers and judge all in one
We like to get the trial over with quickly
Because it's the sentence that's really the fun!
Old judge Jones never gave a man a break
On his hangin' tree the leaves don't shake
That man in black, what did he say?
A hundred years and one dark day
"Claims of innocence mean nothing; they serve only to prove a foolish lack of caution."
"When passing sentence, always err to the side of harshness. Remember: there is no such thing as innocence, only degrees of guilt."
"Innocence Proves Nothing."
“There was polite laughter in the courtroom. Bosch noticed that the attorneys — prosecution and defense — dutifully joined in, a couple of them overdoing it. It had been his experience that while in open court a judge could not possibly tell a joke that the lawyers did not laugh at.”
— Michael Connelly, A Darkness More Than Night
: I pronounce the trial over
and both of you guilty! Defense Lawyer
: Your honor, the defense requests that we have the trial first
"No lawyer, no witnesses? What sort of due process is this?"
"Your guilt has been determined. This is merely a sentencing hearing. Now, what will it be? Death or exile?"
"Soldiers, you will press those triggers if this criminal answers with any word other than 'guilty'."
"You have been tried by twelve good men and true, not of your peers but as high above you as heaven is of hell, and they have said you are guilty. Time will pass and seasons will come and go. Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale. Then sultry Summer, with her shimmerin' heat-waves on the baked horizon. And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun. And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow. But you won't be here to see any of 'em; not by a damn sight, because it's the order of this court that you be took to the nearest tree and hanged by the neck til you're dead, dead, dead, you olive-colored son of a billy goat."
— Judge Roy Bean, passing sentence upon a cattle rustler
Does the condemned have anything to say before his sentence is carried out? Roger:
Well, actually I—! (Judge chokes him out, silencing him)
"Alright sherrif, I wanna know who's responsible for wreckin' our town! I want his hood on a platter. I'm gonna put him in jail 'til he rots. No, check that, I'm gonna put him in jail 'til the jail rots on top of him, and them I'm gonna move him to a new jail and let that one rot..."
"Yes indeed, sir, once the seat of the Hangnail family and most notably of Lord Justice Hangnail, who famously declared that he never took account of any plea of not guilty on the basis that 'criminals always lie' and was, by happy chance, the Worshipful Master of the Benevolent Company of Rope Makers and Braiders. With any luck, we'll not see his like again."
"Start the court! Start the court! Convict! Death!"
—The Master of the Court, Capriccio Farce
"No no, a fine won't do. You'll just go out and loiter again, won't you? No, we've got to look for a more permanent solution. I think I'll sentence you to death, how does that sound?"
— Judge Death
, Judge Dredd
, Young Death: Boyhood of a Superfiend