Hamilton Jr Script !exclusive! -

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.

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?”

Is that the tragedy? That the son of a shooting star Is just... a man? hamilton jr script

(He looks at the portrait one last time.)

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. A dimly lit study, 1840s

I won’t throw away my shot, Father. I’ll just aim it at something That doesn’t bleed. Would you like this adapted into a full one-act, a rap monologue, or a short story?

(He picks up a worn copy of The Federalist Papers.) PHILIP II (facing the portrait) You died before

(pause)