The Book of Life Page #2

You're so cute.

Oh, no. Not on my watch.

We have to free the animals!

Come on, you guys! Let's do this!

- Yeah!

- Hold on, Maria. Don't!

People of San Angel, please! I beg you.

After the revolution...

we need more volunteers

to join this mighty brigade!

A heroic brigade to

protect us from Chakal.

Chakal is here!

Freedom!

Maria, what have you done now?

Freedom is coming through!

Stop!

Oh, no!

Oh, dear.

- No retreat.

- No surrender.

Toro. Toro.

He has the gift.

Great form, mijo.

That's my son!

- Thank you, Manolo.

- Gracias

Oh, my. What did I miss?

You okay, sir?

- You have saved my life.

- And I...

Quiet, boy. I'm talking.

- But I...

- Quiet.

That girl is in so much trouble!

Maria!

I'm sorry, Pap. It's just that I...

Manolo's guitar.

Maria! This rebellious

nonsense ends now!

- You are going to become a proper lady.

- Why?

Because I said so!

I'm sending you to Spain.

The sisters at the Convent of the Perpetual

Flame of Purity will straighten you out.

- What?

- But, Pap!

No. It is decided. Now go home!

Joaquin, you are so

much like your father.

This town could use a new hero.

Come.

You are like the son I never had.

My boy, your father was

like a brother to me.

- Epa! Where do you think you're going?

- He can't send Maria away.

Well, fathers do what's best

for their children. Come along.

Mijo,

I saw how you fought that beast.

You made our ancestors proud.

- Do you think Maria was impressed?

- Maria and every girl in town.

People said I was the greatest

bullfighter in our family's history...

But it is you, my son, who will

be the greatest Sanchez ever!

They will write songs about you!

- And I will sing them!

- Wait, what?

I will sing them.

Son, music is not work fit

for a Sanchez bullfighter.

- But I want to be a musician.

- No. You must focus.

Your training begins at once. Your grandpa,

Luis, taught me when I was about your age.

Wait, isn't that when that

bull put you in a coma?

Memories. My only son fighting angry,

thousand-pound beasts.

- The family tradition continues.

- Yay.

And so, the day came when Maria

would leave to study abroad.

The three amigos would be no more.

Adios, Maria

Adios, mijita. Write soon.

I'm going to go over there.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

We'll be here, waiting.

For as long as it takes.

Don't ever stop playing, okay?

And you. Don't you ever stop

fighting for what's right.

I got you a present.

You should probably open it now.

Wait a second. We were

supposed to bring gifts?

I named him Chuy. He'll look after you.

I remember you.

I figured you needed a little

part of town to go with you.

Thank you.

Seriously, no one told

me about bringing gifts.

Can you hold Chuy for me?

This is to make up for

breaking your guitar.

All aboard!

I gotta go.

Don't forget me!

Maria! Your bonnet!

Maria!

When you come back I will sing for you!

And I will fight for you!

It would be years before

they would see Maria again.

I will wait for you.

I'll be bold

As well as strong

- One, two, three.

- And use my head

Alongside my heart

So tame my flesh

- And fix my eyes

- One, two, three! One, two, three!

A tethered mind

Freed from the lies

- And I'll kneel down

- One, two, three! One, two, three!

- Wait for now

- Hey, Manny!

I kneel down

- Know my ground

- Yes! Just like your father!

- 'Cause I will wait, I will wait for you

- And that's how you finish a bull!

And I will wait, I will wait for you

And I will wait, I will wait for you

I will wait, I will...

- I will not wait for you!

- Pap, I was on my way.

After years of training, Manolo's father

organized his first bullfight

which, as luck would have it...

was on the day that Maria returned.

Wait, Pap!

Playing all night with

those mariachis brothers!

You want to end up like those bozos?

Okay, Manny, we'll wait outside.

- I don't think Mr. Sanchez likes us.

- You think?

Quiet, you lazy bums!

You live under my roof.

You live under my rules.

- You will be a matador!

- Pap, this is my life.

All the Sanchezes are bullfighters!

Every single one of us.

I was a beast in the arena. A beast!

It's in your blood. It's your destiny.

How many times do I have to say it?

This is not me. This is you.

My son, Joaquin may be

the hero of the town

but today, you will be

the hero of the ring.

If, for once,

you actually finish the bull.

But he finished the bull

the other day in practice!

Venga, toro!

- That did no count.

- No. Killing the bull is wrong.

Here we go again.

Kids today, with their long

hair and their no killing stuff.

- I'm out of here.

- Don't you love your family?

Then go get that bull, mijo.

Don't dishonor our name.

Just be a Sanchez!

Mijo... He no gonna do it.

Hey, Manolo!

- No retreat.

- No surrender.

The hero of San Angel returns!

Oh, come on. You didn't think I was gonna

miss your first little bullfight, did you?

And Maria's here, too!

Have you seen her? I cannot

wait to show her these babies.

- So, she's back only to see you?

- Come on. That's not...

You have your medals,

but I have the bullring.

We'll see which Maria prefers.

It's a good thing you're finally

taking bullfighting seriously.

You should see me in the bullring.

That's where I really do my thing now.

A true Sanchez man.

Those are some big shadows

we live under, buddy?

Huge.

Hey, brother,

may the best man win Maria.

Joaquin!

In honor of Maria's return from Europe

the town received a rare

visit from its most noble son...

who was now a decorated hero.

They say Joaquin goes from town

to town saving them from bandits!

Yes! That's my boy.

Afternoon, my General.

That is a mighty moustache you have.

As expected everyone in town was curious

to see how the young Maria had grown.

The jewel of the town has returned.

And she's going to be

helping at the orphanage.

And I hear she

reads books, like, for fun.

No way!

Seorita Posada.

Hola, Joaquin.

It's really nice to see you.

And she's so natural!

What?

And they say Manolo might be

the greatest Sanchez ever!

Yeah! That's my boy! What?

I would like to dedicate this corrida...

To miss Maria Posada.

welcome home, seorita.

- I'm allergic to dying!

- Especially in the face!

Venga, torote. Venga.

Venga!

Now, that's a Sanchez!

Manolo!

Ol.

That's my son!

Ol.

Manolo! Manolo!

Come on, mijo.

For me. For our family. Be a Sanchez!

No.

Killing the bull is wrong!

See? I told you he no do it.

Bravo! Bravo!

We don't have to kill the bull!

Oh, no. Manolo.

Adios, Maria.

Manolo. Manolo. Get up!

- I'm sorry, Pap.

- Do not make it worse by apologizing!

- A Sanchez man never apologizes! Never!

- Ever.

If being a bullfighter means...

it means killing the bull...

Well, then, I'm no bullfighter.

No. You are no Sanchez.

Victory!

That poor kid never had a chance,

my dear. Good game, though.

It's not over.

Ay, Maria.

When you were here before

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel

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