Lee, do you yield? You shot him in the side!
Yes, he yields! I′m satisfied! Yo, we gotta clear the field Go, we won Here comes the General! This should be fun What is the meaning of this?! Mr. Burr, get a medic for the General Yes, sir Lee, you will never agree with me But believe me, these young men don't speak for me Thank you for your service Let′s ride! Hamilton! Sir? Meet me inside Meet him inside Meet him inside Meet him inside Meet him— Meet him inside Son— Don't call me son This war is hard enough without in-fighting Lee called you out, we called his bluff You solve nothing, you aggravate our allies to the south! You're absolutely right, John should′ve shot him in the mouth That woulda shut him up Son— I′m not your son Watch your tone I am not a maiden in need of defending or— Charles Lee, Thomas Conway These men take your name and they rake it through the mud My name's been through a lot I can take it Well, I don′t have your name I don't have your titles I don′t have your land But if you— No If you gave me command of a battalion A group of men to lead I could fly above my station After the war Or you could die And we need you alive I am more than willing to die Your wife needs you alive Son, I need you alive! Call me son one more time! Go home, Alexander That's an order from your commander Sir? Go home!
Writer(s): Dean Kasseem, Simmons Earl, Miranda Lin-manuel