Coco Page #13
- PG
- Year:
- 2017
- 105 min
- $208,487,719
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Miguel pulls Héctor into a phone booth to avoid suspicion.
MIGUEL (CONT'D)
Yeah I'm alive. And if I wanna get
back to the Land of the Living, I
need de la Cruz's blessing.
HÉCTOR
That's weirdly specific.
MIGUEL:
He's my great-great-grandfather.
HÉCTOR
He's your wha-whaat...?
Hector's eyes drop into his mouth. He pops them back up with
a punch to his jaw. Miguel is a little grossed out.
Héctor turns to conference with himself.
HÉCTOR (CONT'D)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait...
(gasp)
Wait, no, wait, wait, wait. Wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait?
(beat)
Yes! You're going back to the Land
of the Living?!
MIGUEL:
D'ya know what, maybe this isn't
such a g--
51.
Héctor snaps his fingers rapidly, pistons firing.
HÉCTOR
No, niño, niño, niño, I can help
you! You can help me. We can help
each other! But most importantly,
you can help ME.
Miguel suddenly spies his family hurrying down a staircase.
Mamá Imelda spots Miguel.
MAMÁ IMELDA
Miguel!
MIGUEL:
AH!
Héctor extends his hand.
HÉCTOR
I'm Héctor.
MIGUEL:
That's nice!
Miguel grabs Héctor by the wrist and drags him to the exit,
away from his family.
EXT. MARIGOLD GRAND CENTRAL STATION
Miguel and Dante burst out the door and rush down the stairs.
Héctor's arm snaps to get Miguel's attention. Miguel
realizes it's no longer attached to Héctor's body. The arm
signals backwards to Héctor who is ten paces behind.
HÉCTOR
Espérame chamaco!
Miguel throws the arm back to Héctor an they disappear into a
dense crowd.
Moments later, the Dead Riveras burst from the revolving
doors. Mamá Imelda scours the crowd for Miguel. He's
nowhere to be found.
MAMÁ IMELDA
Ay, he is going to get himself
killed... I need my spirit guide,
Pepita.
Mamá Imelda looks to the night sky, puts two fingers to her
mouth, and lets out a piercing whistle.
52.
FWOOOMP! A giant winged jaguar lands in front of Mamá
Imelda. She turns to the family.
MAMÁ IMELDA
Who has that petal Miguel touched?
PAPÁ JULIO
Here!
Papá Julio steps forward with a marigold petal. He creeps
forward, jittery, holding it out for Pepita.
PAPÁ JULIO
Nice alebrije...
Pepita sniffs the petal's scent.
Suddenly Pepita's head darts, narrowing in on the scent. She
takes to the air.
EXT. UNDERPASS TUNNEL - NIGHT
Miguel sits on a wooden crate. Héctor uses his thumb to
smudge black and white shoe polish on the boy's face.
HÉCTOR
Hey, hey, hold still.
(beat)
Look up. Look up. A ver, a ver...
look up. Up, UP!... Ta-da!
Héctor opens a small mirror. Miguel's face is painted to
look like a skeleton.
HÉCTOR (CONT'D)
Dead as a doorknob.
(beat)
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 Día
de Muertos.
(beat)
Unless you're me.
MIGUEL:
You don't get to cross over.
53.
HÉCTOR
No one's ever put up my picture...
(beat)
But you can change that!
He unfolds an old picture. In it is a young, living Héctor.
MIGUEL:
This is you?
HÉCTOR
Muy guapo, eh?
MIGUEL:
So you get me to my great-great
grandpa, then I put up your photo
when I get home?
HÉCTOR
Such a smart boy! Yes! Great
idea, yes!
(beat)
One hiccup:
de la Cruz is a toughguy to get to. And I need to cross
that bridge soon. Like TONIGHT.
(upbeat)
So, you got any other family here,
you know? Someone a bit more...
accessible?
MIGUEL:
Mmm, nope.
HÉCTOR
Don't yank my chain, chamaco. You
gotta have SOME other family.
MIGUEL:
ONLY de la Cruz. If you can't help
me, I'll find him myself.
Miguel marches out of the alley, whistling for Dante to
follow.
HÉCTOR
Okay, okay, kid, fine -- fine!
I'll get you to your great-great
grandpa...!
CUT TO:
54.
EXT. BUSTLING STREET
They make their way through a pedestrian path.
HÉCTOR (CONT'D)
...It's not gonna be easy, you
know? He's a busy man.
(beat)
What are you doing?
Miguel slink-walks next to Héctor goofily.
MIGUEL:
I'm walking like a skeleton.
Blending in.
HÉCTOR
No, skeletons don't walk like that.
MIGUEL:
It's how you walk.
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