!!better!! - Hamilton Jr Script

(pause)

(sits down, exhausted)

They call me “Junior” like a joke — Like a sequel nobody asked for. “Here comes the Hamilton boy — Does he duel? Does he rage? Can he spit a federalist paper Fast as the old man on the page?” hamilton jr script

I never held a pistol in anger. I never bet the farm on a pamphlet. I paid my debts. On time. I walk into a room, And they look past me — Looking for you. (pause) (sits down, exhausted) They call me “Junior”

Is that the tragedy? That the son of a shooting star Is just... a man? Can he spit a federalist paper Fast as

(He picks up a worn copy of The Federalist Papers.)

A dimly lit study, 1840s. Books, a quill, a portrait of Alexander Hamilton on the wall. Character: PHILIP HAMILTON II (30s), intense, witty, haunted. PHILIP II (facing the portrait) You died before I was born — And still you’re in my room, In my blood, in the ink I waste Trying to write a sentence You didn’t already carve Into the spine of this nation.