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 infighting

Lee called you out
We called his bluff

You solve nothing, you aggravate our allies to the south
You're absolutely right, John should have shot him in the mouth
That would've shut him up

Son

I'm notcha son

Watch your tone
I am not a maiden in need of defending, I am grown

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'm 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

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