
Coco Page #16
- PG
- Year:
- 2017
- 105 min
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63.
Héctor jumps from the stairway and crashes on the ground
below. But his bones reassemble immediately.
HÉCTOR (CONT'D)
Keep up, chamaco, come on!
Héctor leads Miguel through a stone archway.
EXT. SHANTY TOWN
Graffiti on the archway depicts skeletal angels with wings
the color of marigolds.
Inside the archway, a group of ratty skeletons huddle around
a burning trashcan and laugh raucously. They are gray and
dusty, not unlike Héctor, but there's a camaraderie about
them.
RATTY GROUP:
COUSIN HÉCTOR!!
HÉCTOR
Eh! These guys!
RATTY MEMBER:
HÉCTOR!!
HÉCTOR
Hey Tío! Qué onda!
MIGUEL:
These people are all your family?
HÉCTOR
Eh, in a way... We're all the ones
with no photos or ofrendas, no
family to go home to. Nearly
forgotten, you know?
(beat)
So, we all call each other cousin,
or tío, or whatever.
They approach three old ladies playing cards around a wooden
crate. One, TÍA CHELO looks up.
TÍA CHELO
Héctor!
HÉCTOR
Tía Chelo! He-hey!
Héctor hands them a bottle.
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OLD TIAS:
Muchas gracias!
HÉCTOR
Hey, hey! Save some for me! Is
Chicharrón around?
TÍA CHELO
In the bungalow. I don't know if
he's in the mood for visitors...
HÉCTOR
Who doesn't like a visit from
Cousin Héctor?
INT. SHANTY BUNGALOW TENT
Héctor holds the curtain open. Miguel and Dante walk in.
The tent is cramped, dark, and quiet. Piles are organized
everywhere:
stacks of old dishes, a drawer full of pocketwatches, magazines, records. This place belongs to a
collector of things. Miguel almost knocks one stack over.
Héctor spies a hammock piled with old junk, a dusty hat on
top. He lifts the hat and finds the grumpy face of
CHICHARRÓN.
HÉCTOR
Buenas noches, Chicharrón!
CHICHARRÓN
I don't want to see your stupid
face, Héctor.
HÉCTOR
C'mon, it's Día de Muertos! I
brought you a little offering!
CHICHARRÓN
Get out of here...
HÉCTOR
I would, Cheech, but the thing
is... me and my friend, Miguel, we
really need to borrow your guitar.
CHICHARRÓN
My guitar?!
HÉCTOR
Yes?
65.
CHICHARRÓN
My prized, beloved guitar...?
HÉCTOR
I promise we'll bring it right
back.
Chicharrón sits up, incensed.
CHICHARRÓN
Like the time you promised to bring
back my van?
HÉCTOR
Uh...
CHICHARRÓN
Or my mini-fridge?
HÉCTOR
Ah, you see-
CHICHARRÓN
Or my good napkins? My lasso? My
femur?!
HÉCTOR
No, no, not like those times.
CHICHARRÓN
Where's my femur?! You--
Chicharrón raises his finger to give a tongue lashing. But
then he weakens and collapses in his hammock, a golden
flicker flashing through his bones. Héctor rushes forward.
HÉCTOR
Whoa, whoa -- you okay, amigo?
CHICHARRÓN
I'm fading, Héctor. I can feel it.
(looking to guitar)
I couldn't even play that thing if
I wanted to.
(beat)
You play me something.
Héctor looks surprised.
HÉCTOR
You know I don't play anymore,
Cheech. The guitar's for the kid--
66.
CHICHARRÓN
You want it, you got to earn it...
Héctor sighs, then reaches over Chicharrón and takes the
instrument.
HÉCTOR
Only for you, amigo. Any requests?
Héctor begins tuning the guitar.
CHICHARRÓN
You know my favorite, Héctor.
Héctor begins a lovely, lilting tune. Chicharrón smiles.
Miguel's eyes go wide at Héctor's skill.
HÉCTOR
(singing)
HER EYES EACH A DIFFERENT COLOR.
AND HER...
Héctor eyes Miguel.
HÉCTOR (CONT'D)
...KNUCKLES THEY DRAG ON THE FLOOR.
CHICHARRÓN
Those aren't the words!
HÉCTOR
There are children present.
(continuing)
SHE STANDS IN A BOW-LEGGED STANCE.
SHE'D POSSIBLY GIVE ME A CHANCE!
Héctor finishes with a soft flourish.
Chicharrón is tickled, joyful. For a moment he's present and
bright.
CHICHARRÓN
Brings back memories. Gracias...
His eyes close. He looks at peace. Héctor looks sad.
Suddenly, the edges of Chicharrón's bones begin to glow. A
soft, beautiful light. Then... he dissolves into dust.
67.
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