寻梦环游记 Coco(2017)【完整台词】

导演: 李·昂克里奇 / 阿德里安·莫利纳
编剧: 阿德里安·莫利纳 / 马修·奥尔德里奇 / 李·昂克里奇 / 詹森·卡茨
主演: 安东尼·冈萨雷斯 / 盖尔·加西亚·贝纳尔 / 本杰明·布拉特 / 阿兰娜·乌巴赫 / 芮妮·维克托 / 杰米·卡米尔 / 阿方索·阿雷奥 / 赫伯特·西古恩萨 / 加布里埃尔·伊格莱西亚斯 / 隆巴多·博伊尔 / 安娜·奥菲丽亚·莫吉亚 / 娜塔丽·科尔多瓦 / 赛琳娜·露娜 / 爱德华·詹姆斯·奥莫斯 / 索菲亚·伊斯皮诺萨 / 卡拉·梅迪纳 / 黛娅娜·欧特里 / 路易斯·瓦尔德斯 / 布兰卡·阿拉切利 / 萨尔瓦多·雷耶斯 / 切奇·马林 / 奥克塔维·索利斯 / 约翰·拉岑贝格
类型: 喜剧 / 动画 / 音乐 / 奇幻
制片国家/地区: 美国
语言: 英语 / 西班牙语
上映日期: 2017-11-24(中国大陆) / 2017-10-20(莫雷利亚电影节) / 2017-11-22(美国)
片长: 105分钟
又名: 可可夜总会(台) / 玩转极乐园(港) / 亡灵总动员(豆友译名) / 冥冥之中(豆友译名) / 墨西哥亡灵节 / 可可
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Sometimes, I think I'm cursed.
 'Cause of something that happened
 before I was even born.
 See, a long time ago,
 there was this family.
 The Pap, he was a musician.
 He and his family
 would sing and dance
 and count their blessings.
 But he also had a dream.
 To play for the world.
 And one day...
 he left with his guitar...
 and never returned.
 And my Mam...
 She didn't have time to cry
 over that walk-away musician.
 After banishing all music
 from her life...
 she found a way
 to provide for her daughter.
 She rolled up her sleeves...
 and she learned to make shoes.
 She could have made candy.
 O-o-or fireworks.
 Or sparkly underwear for wrestlers.
 But no.
 She chose shoes.
 Then she taught
 her daughter to make shoes.
 And later, she taught
 her son-in-law.
 Then her grandkids got roped in.
 As her family grew,
 so did the business.
 Music have torn
 her family apart.
 But shoes held
 them all together.
 You see that woman...
 was my great-great-grandmother...
 Mam Imelda.
 She died way before I was born.
 But my family still
 tells her story...
 every year on Da de los Muertos
 -- the Day of the Dead...
 And her little girl?
 She's my great-grandmother, Mam Coco.
 Hola, Mam Coco.
 How are you, Julio?
 Actually, my name is Miguel.
 Mam Coco has trouble
 remembering things.
 But it's good to talk to her,
 anyway.
 So, I tell her
 pretty much everything.
 I used to run like this.
 But now I run like this,
 it's just way faster.
 The winner is...
 luchadora Coco!
 I have a dimple on this side,
 but not on this side.
 Dimple, no dimple.
 Dimple, no dimple.
 Miguel, eat your food.
 My abuelita, she's
 Mam Coco's daughter.
 Aw, you're a twig, mijo.
 Have some more.
 No, gracias.
 I asked if you would like
 more tamales.
 S-Si?
 That's what I thought you said!
 Abuelita runs the house
 just as Mam Imelda did.
 No music!
 No music!
 Aunque la vida...
 No music!
 I think we're the only family
 in Mexico who hates music.
 And my family's fine with that.
 But me...
 Be back by lunch, mijo.
 Love you, Mam!
 I'm not like the rest
 of my family.
 - Hola, Miguel.
 - Hola.
 - Muchas gracias!
 - De nada, Miguel!
 He-hey, Dante!
 Sit.
 Down.
 Roll over.
 Shake.
 Fist bump.
 Good boy, Dante!
 I know, I'm not supposed
 to love music.
 But it's not my fault.
 It's his.
 Ernesto de la Cruz.
 The greatest musician
 of all time.
 Here in this very plaza,
 the young Ernesto de la Cruz
 took his first steps
 toward becoming
 the most beloved singer
 in Mexican history.
 He started out a total nobody
 from Santa Cecilia, like me.
 But when he played music,
 he made people
 fall in love with him.
 He starred in movies.
 He had the coolest guitar.
 He could fly!
 And he wrote the best songs.
 But my all-time favorite is...
 Remember me
 Though I have to say goodbye
 Remember me
 Don't let it make you cry
 For even if I'm far away
 I hold you in my heart
 I sing a secret song to you
 Each night we are apart
 Remember me
 Though I have to travel far
 Remember me
 Each time you hear a sad guitar
 Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be...
 Until you're in my arms again
 He lived the kind of life you dream about...
 Remember me
 Until 1942.
 When he was crushed
 by a giant bell.
 I wanna be just like him.
 Sometimes, I look at de la Cruz...
 and I get this feeling.
 Like we're connected somehow.
 Like if he could play music...
 maybe someday, I could too!
 If it wasn't for my family.
 Ay, ay, ay, muchacho!
 Huh?
 I asked for a shoe shine,
 not your life story.
 Oh, yeah, sorry.
 I just can't really talk about
 any of this at home, so.
 Look, if I were you,
 I'd march right up
 to my family and say,
 "Hey, I'm a musician.
 Deal with it!"
 I could never say that.
 You are a musician, no?
 I could never say that.
 You are a musician, no?
 I-I-I don't know.
 I mean, I only really
 play for myself.
 Ah! Did de la Cruz become
 the world's best musician
 by hiding his sweet,
 sweet skills?
 No!
 He walked out onto that plaza
 and he played out loud!
 Mira, Mira, they're
 setting up for tonight.
 The music competition for
 Da de Muertos.
 You wanna be like your hero?
 You should sign up!
 Unh-unh. My family would freak!
 Look, if you're too scared,
 then, well, have fun making shoes.
 Come on, what did
 de la Cruz always say?
 Seize your moment?
 Show me what you got,
 muchacho.
 I'll be your first audience.
 Miguel!
 Ah!
 Abuelita!
 What are you doing here?
 Um... oh... uh...
 You leave my grandson alone!
 Doa, please! I was just
 getting a shine.
 I know your tricks, mariachi.
 What did he say to you?
 He was just showing me
 his guitar.
 Shame on you!
 My grandson is a
 is a sweet little
 angelito, perrito, cielito!
 He wants no part
 of your music, mariachi.
 You keep away from him.
 Ay, pobrecito!
 Estas bien, mijo.
 You know better than
 to be here in this place.
 You will come home.
 Now.
 How many times
 have we told you?
 That plaza is crawling
 with mariachis.
 Yes, To Berto.
 No, no, no, no, no.
 Hey, go away, you. Go!
 It's just Dante.
 Never name a street dog.
 They'll follow you forever.
 Now, go get my shoe.
 I found your son in
 Mariachi Plaza.
 Ay, Miguel?
 You know how abuelita
 feels about the plaza.
 I was just shining shoes.
 A musician's shoes.
 But the plaza's where
 the foot traffic is.
 If abuelita says, "No more plaza",
 then no more plaza.
 But what about tonight?
 What's tonight?
 Well, they're having
 this talent show.
 - A-and I thought I might...
 - Sign up?
 Well, maybe?
 You have to have talent
 to be in a talent show.
 What are you gonna do?
 Shine shoes? Oh!
 It's Da de los Muertos.
 No one's going any where.
 Tonight is about family.
 Ofrenda room. Vmonos.
 Don't give me that look.
 Da de los Muertos is the
 one night of the year
 our ancestors can come visit us.
 We put their photos
 on the ofrenda
 so their spririts can cross over.
 That is very important.
 If we don't put them up,
 they can't come.
 We made all this food.
 Set out the things
 they loved in life, mijo.
 All this work to
 bring the family together.
 I don't want you sneaking off
 to who-knows-where.
 Huh! Where are you going?
 - I thought we were done.
 - Ay, Dios mo.
 Being part of this family means
 being here for this family.
 I don't want to see you
 end up like...
 Like Mam Coco's pap?
 Never mention that man!
 He's better off forgotten.
 - But you're the one who...
 - Eh, thchhsss!
 - I was just...
 - Tchsshh!
 - But...
 - Tchshh.
 - I...
 - Shhh.
 Pap?
 Pap is home?
 Mam, clmese, clmese.
 Pap is coming home?
 No, Mam, it's okay.
 I'm here.
 Who are you?
 Ay... rest, Mam.
 I'm hard on you
 because I care, Miguel.
 Miguel?
 Miguel?
 Ay.
 What are we going to do
 with that boy?
 Ha ha ha, you're right.
 That's just what he needs.
 Huah!
 Oh, it's you. Get in here.
 Come on, Dante. Hurry up.
 You're gonna get me
 in trouble, boy.
 Someone can hear me.
 I wish someone
 wanted to hear me.
 Other than you.
 Ew, okay!
 Perfecto.
 I have to sing.
 I have to play.
 The music, it's...
 it's not just in me.
 It is me.
 When life gets me down.
 I play my guitar.
 The rest of the world may
 follow the rules, but I...
 must follow my heart.
 Ugh.
 You know that feeling...
 like there's a song in the air
 and it's playing just for you?
 A feeling so close
 You could reach out
 and touch it
 I never knew
 I could want something
 so much
 But it's true
 You must have faith, sister.
 Oh, but Padre,
 he will never listen.
 He will listen to music!
 Only a song, only a song
 Has the power
 to change a heart
 Never underestimate
 the power of music.
 But my father,
 he will never give
 his permission.
 I am done
 asking permission.
 When you see your moment,
 you mustn't let it pass you by.
 You must seize it.
 Seor de la Cruz,
 what did it take for you
 to seize your moment?
 I had to have faith
 in my dream.
 No one was going to hand it to me.
 It was up to me to
 reach for that dream.
 Grab it tight...
 and make it come true.
 No more hiding, Dante.
 I gotta seize my moment.
 I'm gonna play in Mariachi Plaza
 if it kills me.
 Da de Muertos has begun!
 No, no, no, no, no.
 We have to make a clear path.
 The petals guide
 our ancestors home.
 - Mam!
 - Hunh!
 Where should we put this table?
 In the courtyard, mijos.
 You want it down
 by the kitchen?
 Si, eh, next to the other one.
 Get under, get under!
 Miguel?
 Uh, nothing.
 Mam, Pap, I...
 Miguel, your abuelita have
 the most wonderful idea.
 We've all decided...
 it's time you joined us
 in the workshop!
 What?
 No more shining shoes.
 You will be making them,
 every day, after school.
 Oh, our Miguelitititito
 carrying on the family tradition.
 And on Da de los Muertos!
 Your ancestors
 would be so proud.
 You'll craft huaraches
 just like your Ta Victoria.
 And wing tips just like
 your Pap Julio.
 But what if I'm no good
 at making shoes?
 Ay, Miguel.
 You have your family here
 to guide you.
 You are a Rivera.
 And a Rivera is?
 A shoemaker...
 through and through.
 That's my boy!
 Haha! Berto!
 Break out the good stuff!
 Mm, mm, mm, mwah!
 Dante!
 No, Dante, stop!
 Hunh!
 Ah!
 No, no, no, no, no!
 No.
 De la Cruz' guitar?
 Ah?
 Pap?
 Mam Coco.
 Is your pap Ernesto de la Cruz?
 Pap! Pap!
 Haha!
 Pap, Pap!
 It's him!
 I know who my
 great-great-grandfather was!
 Miguel, get down from there.
 Mam Coco's father
 was Ernesto de la Cruz!
 What are you talking about?
 I'm gonna be a musician!
 What is all this?
 You keep secrets
 from your own family?
 It's all that time he spends
 in the plaza.
 Fills his head
 with crazy fantasies.
 It's not a fantasy.
 That man was
 Ernesto de la Cruz.
 The greatest musician
 of all time.
 We've never known
 anything about this man.
 Or whoever he was,
 he still abandoned his family.
 It's no future for my son.
 Well, Pap, y-you said
 my family would guide me.
 Well, de la Cruz is my family.
 I'm supposed to play music.
 Never! That man's music
 was a curse.
 I will not allow it.
 - If you would just...
 - Miguel.
 You will listen to your family.
 No more music.
 Just listen to me play.
 End of argument.
 You want to end up
 like that man?
 Forgotten?
 Left off your family's ofrenda?
 I don't care if I'm on some
 stupid ofrenda.
 - Hunh!
 - Hunh!
 - No!
 - Mam!
 There.
 No guitar.
 No music.
 Aw, come.
 You'll feel better after
 you eat with your family.
 I don't wanna be in this family!
 Miguel, Miguel!
 I-I wanna play in the plaza.
 Like de la Cruz.
 C-can I still sign up?
 You got an instrument?
 No. But if I can borrow a guitar.
 Musicians gotta bring
 their own instruments.
 You find a guitar, kid,
 I'll put you on the list.
 Hey, excuse me,
 can I borrow your guitar?
 Sorry, muchaco.
 You guys have a spare guitar?
 No.
 I need a guitar
 just for a little bit.
 Get outta here, kid.
 Great-great-grandfather.
 What am I supposed to do?
 No, no, no, no.
 Dante, stop.
 Cllate, shh.
 I'm sorry.
 Seor de la Cruz.
 Please don't be mad.
 I-I'm Miguel.
 Your great-great-grandson.
 I-I need to borrow this.
 Our family thinks
 music is a curse.
 None of them understand.
 But I know you would have.
 You would have told me
 to follow my heart.
 To seize my moment.
 So, if it's all right with you...
 I'm gonna play in the Plaza.
 Just like you did!
 Huh?
 What's going on?
 Somebody stole
 de la Cruz' guitar.
 The window is broken, look!
 All right, who's in there?
 I'm sorry, i-it's not
 what it looks like.
 De la Cruz is my...
 Huh!
 There's nobody here!
 - Miguel!
 - Mam!
 Miguel, come home!
 Dios mio, little boy!
 Are you okay?
 Here, let me help you.
 Thanks. I...
 - Aaah!
 - Aaah!
 Aah!
 Aah!
 Do you mind?
 - Aah!
 - Aah!
 Look how big she's getting.
 Uh! Dante?
 You can see me?
 Wait! What's going on?
 Dante! Dante!
 Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
 Miguel?
 - Miguel?
 - Miguel?
 Y-you're here!
 Here here.
 And you can see us?
 Our Miguelitititito!
 Remind me how I know you?
 We're your family, mijo.
 Ta Rosita?
 Si.
 Pap Julio?
 Hola!
 Ta Vic...toria?
 He doesn't seem
 entirely dead.
 He's not quite alive, either.
 We need Mam Imelda.
 She'll know how to fix this.
 Oye!
 It's Mam Imelda!
 She couldn't cross over!
 She's stuck!
 On the other side!
 To Oscar?
 To Felipe?
 Oh, hey, Miguel.
 I have a feeling this has
 something to do with you.
 But if Mam Imelda
 can't come to us...
 Then we are going to her!
 - Whoa!
 - Vmonos!
 Whoa.
 Come on, Miguel, it's-it's okay.
 Dante?
 Dante!
 Dante, wait up!
 You've gotta stay with me, boy.
 You don't know...
 where...
 This isn't a dream, then.
 You're all really out there.
 You thought we weren't?
 Oh, I don't know.
 I thought it might have been
 one of those made-up things...
 that adults tell kids, like...
 vitamins.
 Miguel, vitamins
 are a real thing.
 Well, now I'm thinking
 maybe they could be.
 Hunh!
 Mija, it's not nice to stare at...
 Ay, Santa Ma...
 Are those?
 Alebrijes!
 - But those are...
 - Real alebrijes.
 Spirit creatures.
 They guide souls
 on their journey.
 Watch your step,
 they make cacitas everywhere.
 Welcome back
 to the Land of the Dead.
 Please have all offerings
 ready for re-entry.
 Welcome back.
 Anything to declare?
 Some churros, from my family.
 How wonderful!
 If you're experiencing
 travel issues...
 Agents at the Department of
 Family Reunion
 are available to assist you.
 Next family, please.
 Oh, your photos are
 in your son's ofrenda.
 Have a great visit.
 - Gracias.
 - Gracias.
 And remember to return
 before sunrise.
 Enjoy your visit!
 Next?
 Your photo's on your
 dentist's ofrenda.
 Enjoy your visit.
 Grashiash.
 Next?
 Yes, it is I, Frida Kahlo.
 Shall we skip the scanner?
 I'm on so many ofrendas
 it will just overwhelm your
 blinky thingy.
 Whoa, shoot.
 Looks like no one
 put up your photo...
 Frida?
 Okay, when I said
 I was Frida, just now...
 That.
 That was a lie.
 And I apologize for doing that.
 No photo on an ofrenda,
 no crossing the bridge.
 You know what?
 I'm just gonna zip right over.
 You won't even know I'm gone.
 Haha!
 Almost... there...
 Just a little... further...
 Ugh.
 Upsy daisy.
 Fine. Okay. Fine, who cares?
 Dumb flower bridge!
 Aw, I don't know what I'd do
 if no one put up my photo.
 Next?
 Oh, come mijo, it's our turn.
 Welcome back, amigo.
 Anything to declare?
 A-as a matter of fact...
 Yes.
 Hola.
 Paging Marta Gonzalez Ramos...
 Marta Gonzalez Ramos...
 Please report to level seven.
 Whoa.
 I miss my nose.
 Come on, help us out, amigo.
 We gotta get to a
 dozen ofrendas tonight.
 We are not visiting
 your ex-wife, Stanley,
 por Da de Muertos.
 I demand to speak to the
 person in charge.
 I'm sorry, seora, it says here
 no one put up your photo.
 My family always, always
 put my photo up in the ofrenda
 That devil box tells you
 nothing but lies.
 Mam Imelda?
 Oh, mi familia.
 They wouldn't let me
 cross the bridge.
 Tell this woman and her
 devil box
 that my photo is in the ofrenda.
 Well, w-we never
 made it to the ofrenda.
 What?
 We ran into a...
 um...
 Hunh! Miguel?
 Mam Imelda.
 What is going on?
 You the Rivera family?
 Well, you're cursed.
 What?
 Da de los Muertos
 is a night to give to the dead.
 You stole from the dead.
 But I wasn't sealing the guitar.
 Guitar?
 It was my
 great-great-grandfather's.
 He would have
 wanted me to have it.
 Ah-ah-ah! We do not speak
 of that musician.
 He is dead to this family.
 Uh, you're all dead.
 Achoo!
 I am sorry, uh,
 who's alebrije is that?
 That's Dante.
 He sure doesn't look
 like an alebrije.
 He just looks like
 a plain old dog.
 Or a sausage someone
 dropped in a barbershop.
 Whatever he is, I am-
 achoo!
 terribly allergic.
 But Dante doesn't have any hair.
 And I don't have a nose
 and yet here we are.
 Achoo!
 But none of this explains
 why I couldn't cross over.
 Oh...
 You took my photo
 off the ofrenda?
 It was an accident.
 How do we send him back?
 Well, since it's a family matter...
 The way to undo a family curse is
 to get your family's blessing.
 That's it?
 Get your family's blessing
 and everything should
 go back to normal.
 But you've gotta do it by sunrise.
 What happens at sunrise?
 Hjole, your hand!
 Huh!
 Whoa, Miguel.
 Can't have you fainting on us.
 But not to worry.
 Your family is here.
 You can get your
 blessing right now.
 Cempasuchil, cempasuchil.
 Aha!
 Perdn, seora.
 Oh.
 Now, you look at the living
 and say his name.
 Miguel.
 Nailed it.
 Now say,
 "I give you my blessing."
 I give you my blessing.
 I give you my blessing
 to go home...
 To put my photo back
 on the ofrenda...
 And to never play music again.
 What? She can't do that!
 Well, technically, she can add
 any condition she wants.
 Fine.
 Then you
 hand the petal to Miguel.
 Ha!
 No skeletons.
 Mariachi Plaza, here I come.
 Two seconds and you
 already break your promise.
 This isn't fair, it's my life.
 You already had yours.
 Pap Julio,
 I ask for your blessing.
 Ta Rosita?
 Oscar?
 Felipe?
 Ta Victoria?
 Don't make this hard, mijo.
 You go home my way,
 or no way.
 You really hate music
 that much?
 I will not let you go down
 the same path he did.
 The same path he did.
 He's family.
 Listen to your Mam Imelda.
 She's just looking out for you.
 Be reasonable.
 Con permiso,
 I need to visit the rest room.
 Be right back.
 Ah, should we tell him
 there are no restrooms
 in the Land of the Dead?
 Vmonos.
 We got a family looking
 for a living boy.
 I wanna be a musician,
 I need a musician's blessing.
 We gotta find my
 great-great-grandpa.
 Hold it, muchaco.
 Huh!
 I found that little boy!
 Oh, excuse me.
 Excuse me, folks.
 Excuse me.
 Oh.
 Dante.
 Disturbing the peace.
 Fleeing an officer.
 Falsifying a unibrow.
 That's illegal?
 Very illegal.
 You need to clean up
 your act, amigo.
 Amigo?
 Oh, that's-that's so nice
 to hear you say that because
 I have just had a really
 hard Da de Muertos
 and I could really use
 an amigo right now.
 And amigos, they help
 their amigos.
 Listen, you get me across
 that bridge tonight...
 and I'll make it
 worth your while.
 You like de la Cruz?
 He and I go way back.
 I can get you front row seats
 to his sunrise spectacular show.
 I-I'll get you backstage.
 You can meet him.
 You just gotta let me
 cross that bridge.
 I should lock you up
 for the rest of the holiday.
 But my shift's almost up and...
 I wanna visit my living family.
 So I'm letting you off
 with a warning.
 Can I at least
 get my costume back?
 Uh... no.
 Ser maldito.
 Hey.
 Hey!
 You really know de la Cruz?
 Who wants to... ah! Ay!
 You're alive!
 Yeah, I'm alive.
 And I want to get back to
 the Land of the Living...
 I need de la Cruz' blessing.
 That's weirdly specific.
 He's my great-great-grandfather.
 He's your gr-gr-gr-
 what?
 Ew.
 Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
 Wait, wait.
 Hunh!
 Wait. No. Wait, wait, wait, wait
 Wait, uh, wait,
 Wait, uh, wait, wait,
 Wait, uh, wait, wait, wait,
 Wait, uh, wait, wait, wait, wait,
 Wait, uh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
 Wait, uh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
 Yes! You're going back
 to the Land of the Living!
 You know what? Maybe this
 isn't such a good...
 Nio, nio, I can help you.
 You can help me.
 We can help each other.
 But most importantly,
 you can help me.
 - Miguel!
 - Huh!
 - I'm Hctor.
 - That's nice.
 Esperame, chamaco!
 Ay! He is going
 to get himself killed!
 I need my spirit guide...
 Pepita.
 Who has that petal
 Miguel touched?
 Here... n-nice alebrije.
 Hey, hey, hold still.
 Look up, look up.
 A ver, a ver.
 Look up, up, up!
 Okay.
 Eh. Ta-da!
 Dead as a doorknob.
 So listen, Miguel.
 This place runs on memories.
 When you're well remembered,
 people put up your photo...
 and you get to cross the bridge
 and visit the living on
 Da de Muertos.
 Unless you're me.
 You don't get to cross over?
 No one's ever put up my picture.
 But you can change that!
 This is you?
 Eh, Muy guapo, eh?
 So, you get me to my
 great-great-grandpa...
 Then I put up your photo
 when I get home?
 Such a smart boy!
 Yes! Great idea, yes!
 One hiccup, de la Cruz
 is a tough guy to get to...
 and I need to cross that
 bridge soon. Like tonight.
 So, you got any other
 family here, you know?
 Someone a bit more, eh,
 accessible?
 Um... nope.
 Don't yank my chain, chamaco.
 You gotta have
 some other family.
 Only de la Cruz.
 If you can't help me,
 I'll find him myself.
 Ugh. Okay, okay, kid.
 Fine, fine.
 I'll get you to your
 great-great-grandpa.
 It's not gonna be easy,
 you know.
 You know, he's a-
 he's a busy man.
 Wait, what are you doing?
 I'm walking like a skeleton.
 Blending in.
 No. Skeletons don't
 walk like that.
 It's how you walk.
 No, I don't.
 Stop it!
 Whoa!
 Ernesto de la Cruz'
 Sunrise Spectacular?
 Que padre?
 Wuacch, every year,
 your great-great-grandpa
 puts on that dumb show
 to mark the end of Da de Muertos.
 A-a-and you can get us in!
 I'm...
 Hey, you said you had
 front-row tickets!
 That...
 that was a lie.
 I apologize for that.
 Cool off, chamaco, come on.
 I'll get you to him.
 How?
 'Cause I happen to know
 where he's rehearsing.
 Ugh.
 You better have
 my dress, Hctor.
 Hola, Ceci!
 Ay!
 Hola.
 Cezi!
 I lost the dress.
 Ay, diosa Mia!
 I've got to dress 40 dancers
 by sunrise.
 - And thanks to you...
 - Cezi, Cezi...
 - I'm one Frida short
 - Cezi...
 of an opening number.
 - Dante.
 Dante!
 We shouldn't be in here.
 Dante! Ven ac!
 You!
 How did you get in here?
 I-I just followed my...
 Hunh! Oh, the mighty Xolo dog!
 Guider of wandering spirits.
 And whose spirit
 have you guided to me?
 I don't think he's a spirit guide.
 Uh-uh-uh! The alebrijes of this
 world can take many forms.
 They are as mysterious
 as they are powerful.
 Or maybe he's just a dog.
 Come! I need your eyes.
 Your are the audience.
 Darkness!
 And from the darkness...
 A giant papaya!
 Dancers emerge from the papaya.
 And the dancers...
 Are all me!
 And they go to drink
 from the milk of their mother.
 Who is a cactus.
 But who is also me!
 And her milk is not milk...
 but tears.
 Is it too obvious?
 I think it's just the
 right amount of obvious.
 It could use some music.
 Oh, what if you did like...
 Tun-tun-tun-tun-tun?
 Oh, and then it could go...
 Darala-dalala-dalala-dalala
 Whenk?
 And what if everything was on fire?
 Yes! Fire everywhere!
 Inspired.
 You. You have
 the spirit of an artist.
 The dancers exit. The music fades.
 The lights go out.
 And Ernesto de la Cruz
 rises to the stage.
 Huh?
 He does a couple of songs.
 The sun rises. Everyone cheers.
 Excuse me, where's
 the real de la Cruz?
 Ernesto doesn't do rehearsals.
 He's too busy hosting that
 fancy party at the top of his tower.
 Chamaco, you can't
 run off on me like that.
 Come on, stop pestering
 the celebrities.
 You said my great-great-grandpa
 would be here.
 He's halfway across town
 throwing some big party.
 That bum. Who doesn't show up
 to his own rehearsal?
 If you're such good friends,
 how come he didn't invite you?
 He's your great-great-grandpa.
 How come he didn't invite you?
 Hey, Gustavo! You know
 anything about this party?
 Sh-it's the hot ticket!
 But if you're not on the guest list,
 you're never gettin' in,
 Chorizo.
 Hey, it's Chorizo!
 Ah-ha, very funny, guys.
 Very funny.
 Chorizo?
 Oh, this guy's famous.
 Go on, go on.
 Ask him how he died.
 I-I don't wanna talk about it.
 He choked on some chorizo!
 I didn't choke, okay?
 I got food poisoning
 which is a big difference.
 This is why I don't like musicians.
 Bunch of self-important jerks!
 Hey, I'm a musician.
 - You are?
 - Well...
 If you really wanna get to Ernesto...
 there is that music competition
 at the Plaza de la Cruz.
 Winner gets to play at his party.
 No, no, no, Chamaco!
 You are loco if you think...
 I need to get my great-great-
 grandfather's blessing.
 You know where
 I can get a guitar?
 Ay... I know a guy.
 Have you found him, Pepita?
 Have you found our boy?
 A footprint!
 It's a Rivera boot.
 - Size seven!
 - And a half.
 - Pronated.
 - Miguel.
 Why the heck would you
 wanna be a musician?
 My great-great-grandfather's
 a musician.
 Who spent his life performing like
 a monkey for complete strangers?
 Blech! No, no, thank you, no.
 What do you know?
 So, how far is this guitar, anyway?
 We're almost there.
 Keep up, chamaco, come on!
 Cousin Hctor!
 Hey! These guys!
 Hctor!
 Hey, to, qu onda?
 These people are all you family?
 Eh... yeah, in a way.
 We're all the ones with
 no photos or ofrendas.
 No family to go home to.
 Nearly forgotten, you know?
 So we all call each other
 "cousin" or "to" or-or whatever.
 - Hctor!
 - Ta Chelos! Hey!
 Muchas gracias.
 Save some for me.
 Is Chicharrn around?
 In the bungalow. I don't know if
 he's in the mood for visitors.
 Ah, who doesn't like a
 visit from cousin Hctor?
 Huh!
 Buenas noches, Chicharrn.
 I don't want to see your
 stupid face, Hctor.
 Come on, its Da de Muertos.
 I brought you a little offering.
 Get outta here!
 I would Chich, but the thing is...
 me and my friend Miguel...
 we really need to
 borrow your guitar.
 - My guitar?
 - Yes.
 My prized, beloved guitar?
 I promise we'll bring it right back.
 Like the time you promised
 to bring back my van?
 Eh...
 - Or my mini fridge?
 - Oh, you see...
 Or my good napkins,
 my lasso, my femur?!
 No, not like those things.
 Where's my femur, you...
 Oh, oh.
 You okay, amigo?
 I'm fading, Hctor.
 I can feel it.
 I couldn't even play that
 thing if I wanted to.
 You, play me something.
 Oh, you know I don't
 play anymore, Chich.
 The guitar's for the kid.
 You want it?
 You've got to earn it.
 Ay, only for you, amigo.
 Any requests?
 You know my favorite, Hctor.
 Well, everyone knows Juanita
 Her eyes each a different color
 Her teeth stick out
 And her chin goes in
 And her...
 Knuckles they drag on the floor
 Those aren't the words.
 There are children present.
 Her hair is like a brier
 She stands in a
 bow-legged stance
 And if I weren't so ugly
 She'd possibly
 give me a chance
 Brings back memories.
 Gracias.
 Wait, what happened?
 He's been forgotten.
 When there's no one left in the
 living world who remembers you...
 you disappear from this world.
 We call it "The Final Death."
 W-where did he go?
 No one knows.
 But I've met him.
 I could remember him...
 when I go back.
 No, it doesn't work
 like that, chamaco.
 Our memories...
 They have to be passed down
 by those who knew us in life.
 In the stories
 they tell about us.
 But there's no one left alive
 to pass down Chich's stories.
 Hey, it happens to
 everyone eventually.
 Come on, de la Cruzito,
 you've got a contest to win.
 You told me you hated musicians.
 You never said you were one.
 How do you think I knew
 your great-great-grandpa?
 We used to play music together.
 Taught him everything he knows.
 No manches.
 You played with
 Ernesto de la Cruz?
 The greatest musician
 of all time?
 Oh! Oh, you're funny.
 Greatest eyebrows
 of all time, maybe.
 But his music, eh, not so much.
 You don't know what
 you're talking about.
 Welcome to the Plaza de la Cruz.
 Showtime, chamaco.
 Querer lo, t-shirts, bobbleheads.
 Bienvenidos a todos!
 Ow! ha-hah-ay!
 Who's ready for some msica?
 It's a Battle of
 the Bands, amigos.
 The winner gets to play
 for the maestro himself...
 Ernesto de la Cruz
 on his fiesta tonight!
 That's our ticket, muchacho.
 Let the competition begin!
 So, what's the plan?
 W-what are you gonna play?
 Definitely "Remember Me."
 No, not that one. No.
 Come on, it's the
 most popular song.
 Ah, it's too popular.
 Remember me
 though I have to travel far
 Remember...
 Don't let it make you cry
 Um, what about...
 Poco Loco?
 Epa! Now, that's a song.
 De la Cruzito!
 You're on standby.
 Los Chachalacos,
 you're up next.
 Los Chachalacos!
 You always this nervous
 before a performance?
 I don't know.
 I've never performed before.
 What? You said
 you were a musician!
 I am! I mean, I-I will be.
 - Ay!
 - Once I win.
 That's your plan?
 No, no, no, no.
 You have to win, Miguel.
 Your life literally
 depends on you winning.
 And you've never
 done this before?
 - I'll go up.
 - Uh, n-no!
 - I need to do this.
 - Why?
 If I can't go out there
 and play one song...
 how can I call myself
 a musician?
 What does that matter?
 'Cause I don't just want
 to get de la Cruz' blessing.
 I need to prove that...
 that I'm worthy of it.
 Oh. Oh, that's such
 a sweet sentiment.
 At such a bad time!
 Okay! Okay, okay. Okay.
 Okay, you wanna perform?
 Then you've got to perform!
 First, you have to loosen up.
 Shake off those nerves.
 Now, give me your best grito.
 My best grito?
 Come on, yell. Belt it out.
 Haooeyy-he-he-hey!
 Oh, it feels good.
 Okay, now, now, now you.
 A-a-eh.
 Aeh...
 Ay...
 Ay...ay...
 Ay...ay...ay.
 Oh, come on, kid.
 De la Cruzito!
 You're on now!
 Miguel, look at me.
 Hey, hey, look at me.
 Come on, let's go!
 You can do this.
 Grab their attention
 and don't let it go!
 Hctor...
 Make them listen, chamaco.
 You've got this.
 De la Cruzito!
 Arriba-Ba! Hey!
 Eh...
 What's he doing?
 Why isn't he playing?
 Bring back the singing dog!
 Hunh!
 Aah-aaah-aaayy!
 What color is the sky?
 Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
 You tell me that it's red
 Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
 Where should I put my shoes?
 Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
 You say, "put them on your head!"
 Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
 You make me un poco loco
 un poquititito loco
 The way you keep me guessing
 I'm nodding and I'm yesing
 I'll count it as a blessing
 That I'm only un poco loco
 Not bad for a dead guy.
 Not so bad yourself, gordito.
 Eso!
 He's close. Find him.
 The loco that you make me
 It is just un poco crazy
 The sense that you're not making
 The liberties you're taking
 Leaves my cabeza shaking
 You are just un poco loco
 Numero uno, Miguelito!
 Aah-haa-haaoo!
 Rrrr-aaayy-aaayy!
 We're looking for a living kid.
 About twelve?
 Have you seen a living boy?
 Un poquiti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti
 ti-ti-ti-ti-to loco!
 Aaah-aaoah-aah!
 Hey! You did good!
 I'm proud of you.
 Eso!
 Hey, where are you going?
 We gotta get outta here.
 What? You're crazy!
 We're about to win this thing.
 Damas y caballeros...
 I have a emergency announcement.
 Please be on the look out
 for a living boy.
 Answers to the name of Miguel.
 Earlier tonight, he ran away
 from his family.
 They just want to send him
 back to the Land of the Living.
 Wait, wait, wait.
 You said de la Cruz
 was your only family.
 The only person who
 could send you home.
 I do have other family, but...
 You could have taken my
 photo back this whole time?
 But they hate music.
 I need a musician's blessing.
 - You lied to me!
 - Oh, you're one to talk.
 Look at me, I'm being
 forgotten, Miguel.
 I don't even know if I'm
 gonna last the night.
 I'm not gonna miss my one
 chance to cross that bridge
 'cause you want to live out
 some stupid musical fantasy.
 - It's not stupid.
 - I'm taking you to your family.
 - Let go of me.
 - You'll thank me later.
 You don't wanna help me.
 You only care about yourself.
 Keep your dumb photo.
 - No!
 No, no, no!
 - Stay away from me!
 No!
 Hey, chamaco?
 Where did you go?
 Chamaco?
 Sorry!
 Come back.
 Dante, cllate.
 Don't Dante, stop it.
 He can't help me.
 Dante, stop.
 Stop it.
 Leave me alone!
 You're not a spirit guide,
 you're just a dumb dog.
 Now get outta here!
 It's him!
 It's that living boy!
 I've heard about him, look!
 He's alive.
 Huah!
 Aah!
 This nonsense ends now, Miguel!
 I am giving you my blessing,
 and you are going home.
 I don't want your blessing.
 Miguel! Stop!
 Come back!
 Miguel!
 I am trying to save your life.
 You're ruining my life.
 What?
 Music's the only thing
 that makes me happy.
 A-and you... you wanna
 take that away.
 You'll never understand.
 Y aunque la vida
 me cueste, Llorona
 No dejar de quererte
 I-I thought you hated music.
 Oh, I loved it.
 I remember that feeling.
 When my husband would play,
 and I would sing.
 And nothing else mattered.
 But when we had Coco...
 suddenly, there was something in my
 life that mattered more than music.
 I wanted to put down rules.
 He wanted to play for the world.
 We each made a sacrifice
 to get what we wanted.
 Now, you must make a choice.
 But I don't wanna pick sides.
 Why can't you be on my side?
 That's what family's
 supposed to do.
 Support you.
 But you never will.
 Have a good time.
 Oh, how exciting!
 Oh, El Santo!
 I-I-I'm a big fan.
 You mind if I?
 Gracias, seor.
 Invitation?
 It's okay, I'm Ernesto's
 great-great-grandson.
 Heh.
 Disculpe, seores.
 Hey, hey, guys, it's Poco Loco!
 You were on fire tonight.
 You too!
 Hey, musician to musician,
 I need a favor.
 Oh, the competition winners.
 Congratulations, chicos.
 Thanks guys.
 Oh.
 - Hey, enjoy the party, little msico.
 - Gracias.
 Ooh.
 Look, it's Ernesto.
 De la Cruz.
 Seor de la Cruz!
 Pardon me.
 Seor de la Cruz!
 Seor de la...
 When you see your moment,
 you mustn't let it pass you by.
 You must seize it.
 We're almost there, Dante.
 Seor de la Cruz!
 Seor de la...
 But what can we do?
 It is hopeless.
 You must have faith, sister.
 Oh, but Padre,
 he will never listen.
 He will listen to music.
 Rrrr-aaoo-aaoo-aao-aahh!
 Seoras y seores
 Buenas tardes
 Buenas noches
 Seoritas y seores
 To be here with you tonight
 Brings me joy,
 Que alegra
 For this music is my language
 And the world es mi familia
 For this music is my language
 And the world es mi familia
 For this music is my language
 And the woo-orld es mi familia
 For this music is my Lang-
 Ah!
 Hunh!
 Are you all right, nio?
 Huah!
 It-it's you.
 Y-you are that boy.
 The one who came from
 the Land of the Living.
 You... know about me?
 You're all anyone
 has been talking about.
 Why have you come here?
 I'm Miguel.
 Your g-great-great-grandson.
 I have a great-great-grandson?
 I need your blessing.
 So I can go back home and
 be a musician just like you.
 The rest of our family...
 they wouldn't listen.
 But I... I hoped you would.
 My boy, with a talent like yours...
 how could I not listen?
 Haha! I have a
 great-great-grandson!
 Look, it's Frida!
 Yes, it is I, Frida Kahlo.
 It is an honor, seora.
 Gracias.
 Hey, Negrete, Infante.
 Have you met my
 great-great-grandson?
 My great-great-grandson!
 He is alive and a musician, to boot.
 Dimple, no dimple.
 Dimple, no dimple.
 No dimple!
 To our friendship. Haha!
 I'd move heaven and earth
 for you, mi amigo. Salud!
 Poison!
 You know, I did all my own stunts.
 Though I have to say goodbye
 Remember me
 All of this came from my amazing
 fans in the Land of the Living.
 They leave me more offerings
 than I know what to do with.
 Hey, what's wrong?
 Is it too much?
 You look overwhelmed.
 N-no, It's all great.
 - But?
 - It's just...
 I've been looking up
 to you my whole life.
 You're the guy
 who actually did it.
 But did you ever regret it?
 Choosing music
 over everything else?
 It was hard saying
 goodbye to my hometown.
 Heading off on my own.
 Leaving your family?
 Si.
 But I could not have
 done it differently.
 One cannot deny
 who one is meant to be.
 And you, my great-great-grandson...
 are meant to be a musician.
 You and I, we are artists, Miguel.
 We cannot belong to one family.
 The world is our family!
 Ooh-hoo! Ooh!
 The fireworks have begun!
 Soon, the party will move across
 town for my sunrise spectacular.
 Hunh! Miguel, you must
 come to the show!
 You will be my guest of honor.
 - You mean it?
 - Of course, my boy.
 I can't.
 I have to get home
 before sunrise.
 Oy! I really do need to get you home.
 It has been an honor.
 I am sorry to see you go, Miguel.
 I hope you die very soon.
 You know what I mean.
 Miguel...
 I give you my blessing.
 We had a deal, chamaco.
 Who are you?
 What is the meaning of this?
 Oh, Frida. I thought
 you couldn't make it.
 You said you'd take back my photo.
 You promised, Miguel.
 You know this uh, man?
 I just met him tonight.
 He told me he knew you.
 H...Hctor?
 Please, Miguel.
 Put my photo up.
 My friend. You're...
 you're being forgotten.
 And whose fault is that?
 - Hctor, please.
 - Those were my songs you took.
 My songs that made you famous.
 - What?
 - If I'm being forgotten...
 It's because you never told anyone
 that I wrote them.
 That's crazy. De la Cruz
 wrote all his own songs.
 You wanna tell him?
 Or should I?
 Hctor, I never meant to take credit.
 We made a great team, but...
 you died, and... I-I only sang
 your songs because
 I wanted to keep
 a part of you alive.
 Oh, how generous!
 You really did play together.
 Look, I don't want to fight about it.
 I just want you to make it right.
 Miguel can put my photo up.
 - Hctor.
 - And I can cross over the bridge.
 I could see my girl.
 Ernesto.
 Remember the night I left?
 That was a long time ago.
 We drank together.
 And you told me you would move
 heaven and earth for your amigo.
 Well, I'm asking you to now.
 Heaven and earth?
 Like in the movie?
 What?
 That's Don Hidalgo's toast.
 In the de la Cruz movie,
 "El Camino a Casa."
 I'm talking about my real life, Miguel.
 No, it's in there.
 Look!
 This calls for a toast.
 To our friendship! Haha!
 I would move heaven
 and earth for you, mi amigo.
 But in the movie, Don Hidalgo
 poisons the drink.
 Salud.
 Poison!
 That night, Ernesto.
 The night I left.
 We've been performing
 on the road for months.
 I got homesick
 and I packed up my songs.
 You wanna give up now?
 When we're this close
 to reaching our dream?
 This was your dream.
 You'll manage.
 I can't do this
 without your songs, Hctor.
 I'm going home, Ernesto.
 Hate me if you want.
 But my mind is made up.
 Oh, I could never hate you.
 If you must go, then I'm...
 I'm sending you off with a toast.
 To our friendship.
 I would move heaven
 and earth for you, mi amigo.
 Salud!
 You walked me to the train station.
 But I felt a pain in my stomach.
 I thought it must have
 been something I ate.
 Perhaps it was that chorizo,
 my friend.
 Or something I drank.
 I woke up dead.
 You...
 poisoned me!
 You're confusing movies
 with reality, Hctor.
 All this time, I thought
 it was just bad luck.
 I never thought that you might have...
 that you...
 How could you?
 Hctor!
 Security! Security!
 You took everything away from me!
 You rat!
 Have him taken care of.
 He's not well.
 I just wanted to move back home!
 No! No!
 I apologize.
 Where were we?
 You were going
 to give me your blessing.
 Yes... ah... Si.
 Miguel...
 My reputation... it is...
 very important to me.
 I would hate to have you think...
 That you m-murdered Hctor
 for his songs?
 You don't think that.
 Do you?
 I... No... Everyone knows you're the...
 the good guy.
 Pap Ernesto...
 my blessing?
 Security?
 Take care of Miguel.
 He'll be extending his stay.
 What?
 But I'm your family!
 And Hctor was my best friend.
 Success doesn't come
 for free, Miguel.
 You have to be willing
 to do whatever it takes to...
 seize your moment.
 I know you understand.
 No! No!
 Let go!
 No!
 Aah!
 Help!
 Can anyone hear me?
 I wanna go home!
 Huh?
 H-Hctor?
 - Kid?
 - Oh, Hctor!
 You were right.
 I should have gone
 back to my family.
 - Hey, hey, hey.
 - They told me not to be like de la Cruz.
 - But I didn't listen.
 - Hey, it's okay.
 But I told them I didn't care
 if they remembered me.
 I didn't care if was on
 the stupid ofrenda.
 Hey, chamaco, it's okay.
 It's okay.
 I told them I didn't care.
 - Huh! Oh!
 - Hctor!
 Hctor?
 She's...
 forgetting me.
 Who?
 My daughter.
 She's the reason you wanted
 to cross the bridge.
 I just wanted to see her again.
 I never should have left Santa Cecilia.
 I wish I could apologize.
 I wish I could tell her that her
 Pap was trying to come home.
 That he loved her so much.
 My Coco.
 Coco?
 Where?
 Where did you get this?
 That's my Mam Coco.
 That's my Mam Imelda.
 Is that...
 You?
 We're...
 - family?
 - Family?
 I always hoped I'd see her again.
 That she'd miss me.
 Maybe put up my photo.
 But it never happened.
 You know the worst part?
 Even if I never got to see
 Coco in the living world...
 I thought at least one day,
 I'd see her here.
 Give her the biggest hug.
 But she's the last person
 who remembers me.
 The moment she's gone
 from the living world...
 You disappear.
 From this one.
 You'll never get to see her.
 Ever again.
 You know...
 I wrote her a song once.
 We used to sing it every night.
 At the same time.
 No matter how far apart we were.
 What I wouldn't give
 to sing it to her.
 One...
 last...
 time.
 Remember me
 Though I have to say goodbye
 Remember me
 Don't let it make you cry
 For even if I'm far away
 I hold you in my heart
 I sing a secret song to you
 Each night we are apart
 Remember me
 Pap!
 Though I have to travel far
 Remember me
 Each time you hear a sad guitar
 Know that I'm with you
 The only way that I can be
 Until you're in my arms again
 Remember
 Me
 H-He stole your guitar.
 He stole your songs.
 You should be the one
 the world remembers.
 Not de la Cruz.
 I didn't write "Remember Me"
 for the world.
 I wrote it for Coco.
 I'm a pretty sorry excuse for a
 great-great-grandpa.
 Are you kidding? A minute ago,
 I thought I was related to a murderer.
 You're a total upgrade.
 My whole life...
 there's been something
 that made me different.
 And I never knew
 where it came from.
 But now, I know.
 It comes from you!
 I'm proud we're family.
 I'm proud to be his family!
 Rrrr-aayy!
 Haaa-ooei!
 Aaah-haha-ha-aayy!
 I'm proud to be
 his family!
 Haooo-whoo-hoo!
 Ho-ha-ay!
 Dante?
 Dante!
 It's Dante!
 Haha!
 Imelda!
 Hctor.
 You look good.
 Dante!
 You knew he was my
 Pap Hctor the whole time!
 You are a real spirit guide.
 Who's a good spirit guide?
 You are!
 Whoa!
 Haha!
 Dante!
 There they are!
 Miguelito! Miguelito!
 Gracias, Dios mio!
 Mijo, I was so worried.
 Thank goodness
 we found you in time.
 And you.
 How many times
 must I turn you away?
 Imelda...
 I want nothing to do with you.
 Not in life, not in death.
 I spent decades protecting
 my family from your mistakes.
 He spends five minutes with you,
 and I have to fish him out of a sinkhole!
 I wasn't in there 'cause of Hctor.
 He was in there 'cause of me.
 He was just trying to get me home.
 I didn't wanna listen.
 But he was right.
 Nothing is more
 important than family.
 I'm ready to accept your blessing.
 And your conditions.
 But first, I need to find de la Cruz.
 To get Hctor's photo.
 - What?
 - So he can see Coco again.
 Hctor should be on our ofrenda.
 He's part of our family.
 He left this family.
 He tried to go home to you and Coco.
 But de la Cruz murdered him.
 It's true, Imelda.
 And so what if it's true?
 You leave me alone
 with a child to raise,
 and I'm just supposed
 to forgive you?
 Imelda, I...
 Hctor?
 Hunh!
 I'm running out of time.
 It's Coco.
 She's forgetting you.
 You don't have to forgive him.
 But we shouldn't forget him.
 I wanted to forget you.
 I wanted Coco
 to forget you too, but...
 This is my fault.
 Not yours.
 I'm sorry, Imelda.
 Miguel...
 If we help you get his photo...
 you will return home.
 No more music.
 Family comes first.
 I... I can't forgive you.
 But I will help you.
 So how do we get to
 de la Cruz?
 I might know a way.
 Good luck, muchacho.
 Gracias, Frida.
 Ah!
 Here, let me help you with...
 Don't touch me.
 Everyone clear on the plan?
 Find Hctor's photo.
 Give it to Miguel.
 Send Miguel home.
 Got your petals?
 Now, we just have to find de la Cruz.
 - Yes?
 - Ah!
 Don't I know you?
 That's for murdering
 the love of my life!
 - Who the?
 - She's talking about me.
 I'm the love your your life?
 I don't know,
 I'm still angry at you.
 Hctor? How did you...
 And that's for trying
 to murder my grandson!
 - Grandson?
 - She's talking about me.
 You!
 Wait. You're related to Hctor?
 The photo!
 Eh...
 After him!
 Security, ayuda.
 You said love of your life?
 I don't know what I said.
 That's what I heard.
 Places, seor.
 You're on in 30 seconds.
 Miguel, I have it!
 Oh!
 Hurry, come on!
 Ladies and gentleman!
 The one. The only.
 Ernesto de la Cruz!
 Get her off the stage!
 Sing!
 Sing!
 Ay
 de m, Llorona
 Llorona de azul Celeste
 Ay de m, Llorona
 Llorona de azul Celeste
 Y aunque la vida me cueste,
 Llorona
 No dejar de quererte
 No dejar de quererte
 Me sub Al pino ms alto,
 Llorona
 A ver Si Te divisaba
 Como El pino era tierno,
 Llorona
 Al verme llorar, lloraba
 Ay de m, Llorona, Llorona
 Llorona de azul Celeste
 Ay de m, Llorona, Llorona
 Llorona de azul Celeste
 Y aunque la vida me cueste,
 Llorona
 No dejar de quererte
 Y aunque la vida me cueste
 - Let go of me!
 Llorona
 No dejar de quererte
 No dejar de quererte
 No dejar de quererte
 Ay, ay, ay!
 I forgot what that felt like.
 You... still got it.
 Uh-h-hum...
 Oh!
 Miguel, I give you my blessing...
 To go home...
 To put up our photos...
 And to never...
 Never play music again.
 To never forget how much
 your family loves you.
 You're going home.
 You're not going anywhere!
 Imelda!
 Stay back! Stay back!
 All of you, stay back!
 Not one more step.
 Dante!
 Ernesto, stop!
 Leave the boy alone.
 I've worked too hard, Hctor.
 Too hard to let him
 destroy everything.
 He's a living child, Ernesto.
 He's a threat.
 You think I'd let him go back to the
 Land of the Living with your photo?
 To keep your memory alive?
 - No.
 - You're a coward!
 I am Ernesto de la Cruz.
 The greatest musician of all time.
 Hctor's the real musician.
 You're just the guy who
 murdered him and stole his songs.
 Murdered?
 I am the one who's
 willing to do what it takes
 to seize my moment.
 Whatever it takes.
 Aah! Aah!
 No!
 - Miguel!
 - Miguel!
 Apologies, old friend.
 But the show must go on.
 Haha!
 Boo! Boo!
 Boo!
 Hahaha! Please, please,
 mi familia!
 - Murderer!
 - Get off the stage!
 Orchestra, a-one, a-two, a-one...
 Remember me
 Though I have to s-
 Hey, creep!
 Look!
 Nice kitty.
 Ah!
 Put me down!
 Please!
 I'm begging you!
 Stop, stop!
 Aaah!
 Aah! Aaah!
 Oooh!
 Oh! No!
 Aaah!
 Hunh!
 What did I miss?
 Good boy, Dante.
 Miguel!
 Oh!
 Hctor!
 The photo, I lost it.
 It's okay, mijo.
 It's...
 Hctor!
 Hctor?
 Coco.
 No, we can still find the photo.
 Miguel, it's almost sunrise.
 No, no, no.
 I can't leave you.
 I promised I put your photo up.
 I promised you'd see Coco.
 We're both out of time, mijo.
 No! No!
 She can't forget you.
 I just wanted her to know...
 that I loved her.
 Hctor!
 You have our blessing, Miguel.
 No conditions.
 No, Pap Hctor. Please!
 No.
 Go home.
 I promise! I-I won't let
 Coco forget you!
 There he is!
 Miguel! Stop!
 Where have you been?
 Ah! I need to see
 Mam Coco, please!
 Huh! What are you doing with that?
 Give it to me!
 Miguel, stop.
 Miguel! Miguel?
 Miguel!
 Mam Coco?
 Can you hear me?
 It's Miguel.
 I-I saw your Pap!
 Remember? Pap?
 Please.
 If you forget him.
 He'll be gone.
 Forever.
 Here. This was his guitar, right?
 He used to play it to you?
 See, there he is.
 Pap, remember? Pap?
 Miguel!
 Mam Coco, please.
 Don't forget him.
 What are you doing
 to that poor woman?
 It's okay, mother.
 What's gotten into you?
 I thought I lost you, Miguel.
 I'm sorry, Pap.
 We're all together now.
 That's what matters.
 Not all of us.
 It's okay, Mamita.
 Miguel, you apologize
 to your Mam Coco.
 Mam Coco...
 Well, apologize.
 Mam Coco...
 Your Pap...
 He wanted you to have this.
 Mam... wait...
 Remember me
 Though I have to say goodbye
 Remember me
 Don't let it make you cry
 For even if I'm far away
 - Look!
 I hold you in my heart
 I sing a secret song to you
 Each night we are apart
 Remember me
 Though I have to travel far
 Remember me
 Each time you hear a sad guitar
 Know that I'm with you
 The only way that I can be
 Until you're in my arms again
 Remember
 Me
 Elena?
 What's wrong, mija?
 Nothing, Mam.
 Nothing at all.
 My Pap used to
 sing me that song.
 He loved you, Mam Coco.
 Your Pap loved you so much.
 I kept his letters.
 Poems he wrote me.
 And...
 Pap was a musician.
 When I was a little girl...
 He and Mam would sing
 such beautiful songs.
 One year later
 Remember me
 Forgotten.
 And right over here,
 one of Santa Cecilia's
 greatest treasures.
 The home of the esteemed
 songwriter, Hctor Rivera.
 The letters Hctor wrote
 home for his daughter, Coco
 contain the lyrics for all
 of your favorite songs.
 Not just "Remember Me."
 And that man is your Pap Julio.
 And there's Ta Rosita.
 And your Ta Victoria.
 And those two are
 Oscar and Felipe.
 There aren't just old pictures,
 they're our family.
 And they're counting on us
 to remember them.
 Say that I'm crazy
 - Next.
 Or call me a fool
 Enjoy your visit, Hctor.
 But last night it seemed
 that I dreamed about you
 Pap!
 Coco!
 And you knew every word
 And we all sang along
 To a melody played
 On the strings of our souls
 And a rhythm that rattled us
 Down to the bone
 Our love for each other
 Will live on forever
 In every beat
 Of my proud corazn
 Our love for each other
 Will live on forever
 In every beat
 Of my proud corazn
 Ay mi familia
 Oiga mi gente
 Canten a coro
 Let it be known
 Our love for each other
 Will live on forever
 In every beat
 Of my proud corazn
 Ay mi familia
 Oiga mi gente
 Canten a coro
 Let it be known
 Our love for each other
 Will live on forever
 In every beat
 Of my proud corazn