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I think I'm cursed because of something that happened before I was even born.

See, a long time ago, there was this family.

The papa, 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 the mama, she didn't have time to cry over that walkaway 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, 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 had torn her family apart, but shoes helped them all together.

You see, that woman was my great -great -grandmother, Mama Imelda.

She died way before I was born, but my family still tells her story every year

on Dia de los Muertos.

The day of the dead.

And her little girl?

She's my great -grandmother, Mama Coco.

Hola, Mama Coco.

How are you, Julio?

Actually, my name is Miguel.

Mama Coco has trouble remembering things. But it's good to talk to her

So I tell her pretty much everything.

I used to run like this.

a dimple on this side, but not on this side. Dimple? No dimple. Dimple? No

dimple. Yes.

Eat your food.

My abuelita, she's Mama Coco's daughter.

Oh, you're a twig, mijo. Have some more.

No gracias.

I asked if you would like more tamales.

Si. That's what I thought you said.

Abuelita runs our house just like Mama Imelda did.

No music.

No music!

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, mama.

I am not like the rest of my family.

Hola, Miguel.

Hola.

Muchas gracias. De nada, Miguel.

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. Right

this very plaza, the young Ernesto de la Cruz took his first steps toward

becoming the most beloved singer in Mexico. Second 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, he'd remember.

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

be.

When he was crushed by a giant bell, I want to 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 shoeshine, 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 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.

Ah, mira, mira. They're setting up for tonight. The music competition for Dia

Muertos. You want to be like your hero? You should sign up. Uh -uh. 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!

Abuelita, what are you doing here?

Don't leave my grandson alone.

Doña, 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 sweet little angelito querido cielito.

He wants no part of your music, mariachi. You keep away from him.

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,

Berto.

No, no, no.

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.

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, and I thought I might... Sign up?

Well...

talent to be in a talent show. What are you going to do, shine shoes?

It's Dia de los Muertos.

No one's going anywhere.

Tonight is about family.

Ofrenda room.

Vamanos.

Don't give me that look.

Dia de los Muertos is the one night of the year our ancestors can come visit

We put their photos on the ofrenda so their spirits can cross over. That is

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

work to bring the family together.

I don't want you sneaking off to who knows where.

Where are you going?

I thought we were done.

Ay, Dios mio.

Being part of this family means being here for this family. I don't want to

you end up like... Like Mama Cocos, Papa.

Never mention that man. He's better off forgotten.

You're the one who... I was just... Papa?

Papa is home?

Mama, calm down.

Papa is coming home? No, Mama.

It's okay. I'm here.

Who are you?

Rest, Mama.

I'm hard on you because I care, Miguel.

Miguel?

Miguel?

What are we going to do with that boy?

You're right.

That's just what he needs.

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.

Perfecto!

to sing. I have to play.

The music, 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.

You know that feeling like there's a song in the air and it's playing just

you?

You will 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...

underestimate the power of music.

But my father, he will never give me permission.

I have gone asking permission.

When you see your moment, you mustn't let it pass you by.

You must seize it.

Señor 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,

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.

Dia de los Muertos has begun.

No, no, no, no, no. We have to make a clear path.

The petals guide our ancestors home.

We don't want...

Mama,

where should we put this table? In the courtyard, Nico. You want it down by the

kitchen? Next to the other one.

Get out of here, get out of here.

Miguel? Nothing.

Your abuelita had 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 Miguelito carrying on the family tradition.

And on Dia de los Muertos, your ancestors will be so proud.

You'll craft huaraches just like your Tia Victoria. And wingtips.

Like your papa, Julio. But what if I'm no good at making shoes?

Ay, Migue. You have your family here to guide you. You are a Rivera.

And a Rivera is... A shoemaker.

Through and through.

That's my...

Mamacoco, is your papa Ernesto de la Cruz?

Papa, papa.

Papa,

papa, it's him. I know who Miguel J. J. Jaffa was.

Miguel, get down from there.

Mamacoco's mother was Ernesto de la Cruz. What are you talking about?

What is all this?

You keep secrets from your own family?

It's all that time he spends in the plaza. He fills his cap with crazy

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. But whoever he was, he still

abandoned his family. This is no future for my son.

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

ofrenda.

No!

Mama!

Oh, come.

You'll feel better after you eat with your family.

You'll find a guitar kit. I'll put you on the list.

Excuse me, can I borrow your guitar?

Sorry, muchacho.

You guys have a spare guitar?

No. I need a guitar just for a little bit.

Get out of here, kid.

Great -great -grandfather?

What am I supposed to do?

Señor de la Cruz?

Please don't be mad.

Amiguel, your great -great -grandson.

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 going to play in the plaza.

Just like you did.

All

right,

who's in there?

I'm sorry, it's not what it looks like. De la Cruz is my... There's nobody here.

He's not quite alive either.

We need Mama Imelda. She'll know how to fix this.

Oye!

It's Mama Imelda. She couldn't cross over. She stopped on the other side.

Tio Oscar?

Tio Felipe?

Oh, hey, Miguel.

I have a feeling this has something to do with you. But if Mama Imelda can't

come to us... Then we are going to her.

Come on, Miguel.

It's okay.

Dante?

Dante!

Dante, wait up!

You've got to stay with me, boy.

This isn't a dream, then.

You're all really out there. You thought we weren't. Well, 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.

Mija, it's not nice to stare at...

Those are real alebrijes, spirit creatures.

They guide souls on their journey. Watch your steps. They make caquitas

everywhere. Welcome back to the land of the dead.

Please have all offerings ready for me and... Welcome back.

Anything to declare?

Some churros from my family. Wonderful.

Your photos are in your son's ofrenda. Have a great visit. Gracias. And

to return before sunrise.

Enjoy your visit. Next.

Your photos are in your son's ofrenda. Enjoy your visit. Gracias.

Next.

Yes, it is I, Frida Kahlo.

Shall we skip the scatter? Among so many ofrendas, it'll just overwhelm your

blinky thingy.

Oh, shoot.

Looks like no one put up your photo.

Frida. Okay, when I say that was Frida, just now, 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 going to zip right over. You won't even know I'm

Almost there.

Just a little further.

Observation. Fine, okay.

Fine, who cares?

Some flower bridge!

Aw, I don't know what I'd do if no one put up my photo.

Ed? Oh, Camilo, it's our turn.

Welcome back, amigos.

Anything to declare?

As a matter of fact, yes.

I miss my nose.

Come on, help us out, amigo. We gotta get to a dozen of prendas tonight. We

not visiting your ex -wife's family for Dia de Muertos. I demand to speak to the

person in charge.

Sorry, señora. It says here no one put up your photo.

My family always, always puts my photo on the ofrenda. That devil...

tells you nothing but lies.

Mama Imelda?

Oh, mi familia.

They wouldn't let me cross the bridge.

Tell this woman and her devil box that my photo is on the ofrenda. Well, we

never made it to the ofrenda.

What? We ran into a... Miguel?

Mama Imelda.

What is going on?

You did... Rivera family?

Well, you're cursed.

What? Dia de los Muertos is a night to give to the dead. You starve from the

dead. But I wasn't stealing the guitar.

Guitar? It was my great -great -grandfather's. He would have wanted me

it. Ah, ah, ah. We do not speak of that musician.

He is dead to this family.

Uh, you're all dead?

I'm sorry.

Who's a librijeza?

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 barber

shop. Whatever he is, I am terribly allergic.

But Dante doesn't have any hair. And I don't have a nose. And yet, here we are.

But none of this explains why I couldn't cross over.

Oh.

You took my photo of the ofrenda? It was an accident.

We sent it back.

Well, since it's a family matter,

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

got to do it by sunrise.

What happens at sunrise?

Híjole! Your hand!

Ah!

Oh, Miguel!

Can't have you fainting on us.

But not to worry.

Your family's here. You can get your blessing right now.

Sempa suchel, sempa suchel.

Ah -ha!

Perdón, señora.

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...

wants.

Fine. Then you hand the pedal to Miguel.

No skeletons!

Mariachi Plaza, here I come!

seconds and you already break your promise. This isn't fair. It's my life.

already had yours.

Papa Julio, I ask for your blessing.

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.

Please, family, listen to your mama in America. She's just looking out for you.

Be reasonable.

Con permiso, I need to visit the restroom.

Be right back.

Should we tell him there are no restrooms in the land of the dead?

I need a musician's blessing.

We've got to find my great -great -grandpa. Hold it, muchacho.

I found that living boy.

Excuse me. Excuse me, Bob. Excuse me.

Is that it?

Serving the peace, fleeing an officer, falsifying a unibrow. That's illegal.

Very illegal.

You need to clean up your ass, amigo.

Amigo? Oh, that's so nice to hear you say that, because I've just had a really

hearty ademuertos, 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. Oh, you like De La Cruz?

He and I go way back.

I can get you front row seats to his Sunrise Spectacular show.

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 stopping. I want to visit my living family. So I'm

you off with a warning.

Can I at least get my costume back?

Uh, no.

Some of you.

Who wants to... You're alive!

Yeah, I'm alive. And if I want to get back to the land of the living, I need

Knuckles' blessing.

That's weirdly specific.

He's my great -great -grandfather.

He's your great -great - What?

Wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait.

Wait, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yes! You're going back to the land of the living!

You know what? Maybe this isn't something... No, no, niño. Niño, niño. I

help you. You can help me. We can help each other. But most importantly, you

help me.

Miguel! I met her. Is that her?

Esperame, chamaco!

Hey, hey, hold still.

Look up, look up, a ver, a ver. Look up, up, up.

Ta -da!

That is 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 Dia 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?

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, well,

accessible?

Nope. Don't jack my chain, chamaco. You gotta have some other family. Only De La

Cruz. If you can't help me, I'll find it myself.

Okay, okay, kid, fine, fine. I'll get you to your great -great -grandpa.

It's not going to be easy, you know. You know, he's a busy man.

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.

Isn't this to be the cruise's sunrise spectacular?

Que padre.

Every year, your great -great -grandpa puts on the dumb show to mark the end of

Dia de Muertos.

And you can get us in.

Hey, you said you have her real ticket. Stop.

That was a lie. I apologize for that.

Cool off, Chamaco. Come on. I'll get you to him. How?

Because I happen to know where he's rehearsing.

I lost the dress.

Ay, ya lo sabía. I gotta dress 40 dancers by sunrise. And thanks to you,

three that short of an opening number.

Dante! Dante!

We shouldn't be in here.

How did you get in here?

I just followed my... 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.

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.

You are the Orient.

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

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... Oh,

and then it could go... 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 celebrity.

You said my great -great -grandpa would be here. He's halfway across town

throwing some big party.

That, um, who doesn't show up to his own rehearsal? If you're such good friends,

how come he didn't invite you? It's your great -great -grandpa. How come he

didn't invite you?

Hey, Gustavo, you know anything about this party? It's the hot ticket.

But if you're not on the guest list, you're never getting in, chorizo. Hey,

chorizo!

Very funny, guys, very funny. Chorizo?

Oh, this guy's famous.

Go on, go on. Ask him how he died.

I don't want to 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 want to get to Ernesto, there is that music

competition at the Plaza de la Cruz.

Winner gets to play at his party.

No, no, no. You are loco. I need to get my great -great -grandfather's blessing.

You know where I can get a guitar?

I know a guy.

Have you found him, Pepita?

Have you found our boy?

Mr.

Rivera would.

I'm seven and a half.

Pronated, Miguel.

Why the heck would you want to be a musician?

My gregor's grandpa was a musician.

Who spent his life performing like a monkey for complete strangers?

No, no, thank you, no. What do you know?

So, how far is this guitar anyway? We're almost there.

Keep up, chavaco! Come on!

Tosinetto!

These guys!

Hey, Tio! Que onda?

These people are all your family?

In a way.

We're all the ones with no fotos or ofrendas. No family to go home to.

forgotten, you know? So we all call each other cousin or Tio or whatever.

Take some for me. Is Chicharron around?

In the bungalow. I don't know if he's in the mood for visitors.

Who doesn't like a visit from Cousin Hector?

Buenas noches, Chicharrón. I don't want to see your stupid face, Hector.

Come on, it's Dia de Muertos. I brought you a little offering.

Get out of 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

time you promised to bring back my band?

Or my mini -fridge? Or my good napkin? My lasso? My steamer? Not like those

times. Where's my steamer? You... Whoa, whoa.

You okay, amigo?

I'm fading, Hector.

I can feel it.

I couldn't even play that thing if I wanted to.

No, you know I don't play anymore, Cheech. The guitar's for the kid.

You want it, you've got to earn it.

Only for you, amigo.

Any requests?

You know my favorite actor.

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. Are children present?

Her hair is like a briar.

She stands in a bow -legged stance.

And if I weren't so ugly,

she'd possibly give me a

chance.

Brings back memories.

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.

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 Chiche'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, 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.

No time, chamaco.

Run!

Let the competition begin!

So, what's the plan? What are you going to play?

Definitely remember me.

No, not that one. Come on.

It's too popular.

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 will be once I win. That's your plan?

No, no, no, no, no. You have to win, Miguel. Your life literally depends on

winning. And you've never done this before?

I'll go up. 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?

Why does that matter? Because I don't just want to get De La Cruz's blessing.

I need to prove that...

I'm worthy of it.

Oh, that's such a sweet sentiment.

That's such a bad time.

Okay, okay, okay, okay. Okay, you want to 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. Shout it out.

Feels good.

Okay, now you.

Come on, kid.

You're on now. Look at me.

You can do this. Grab their attention and don't let it go.

Make him listen, chamaco. You got this.

What's he doing? Why is he replaying?

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.

Gordito, let's go!

He's lost.

Find him!

I thought so.

Wait, wait, wait.

You said that La Cruz was your only family. The only person who could send

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 again.

I don't even know if I'm going to last the night.

I'm not going to miss my one chance to cross that bridge because 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.

I 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 roots.

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 want to...

Pick sides.

Why can't you be on my side?

That's what family is supposed to do.

Support you.

But you never will.

Have a good time. Oh, how exciting!

Oh, El Santo.

I'm a big fan.

Do you mind if I...

Gracias, senor.

Invitation? It's okay. I'm Ernesto's great -great -grandson.

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, Tickle.

Thank you!

What?

You must have faith, sister.

Oh, my father, he will never listen.

He will listen to music.

You are that boy, the one who came from the land of the living. You know about

me? You are all anyone has been talking about.

Why have you come here?

I'm Miguel, your 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?

I have a great, great grandson!

Look, it's me again.

It is I.

It is an honor, senora. Gracias.

Hey, Negrete.

Infante. Have you met my great -great -grandson?

My great -great -grandson. He's alive.

And a musician to boot.

Dimples? No dimples. Dimples? No dimples. No dimples.

You are friendship.

I will move heaven and earth for you, amigo.

You know,

I did all my own stunts. Oh, I have to say goodbye and remember me.

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.

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.

The fireworks have begun.

Soon the party will move across town for my sunrise spectacular.

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.

Oui, 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, freedom.

I thought you couldn't make it.

You said you'd take back my photo. You promised, Miguel. You know this man?

I just met him tonight.

He told me he knew you.

Hector? Please, Miguel.

Put my photo up.

My friend, you're being forgotten.

And whose fault is that? Hector, 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 want to tell him, or should I? Hector, I never meant to take credit.

We made a great team, but you died, and 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. Hector. And I can cross over the bridge.

I can 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 goes for a toast?

You are friendship.

I would move heaven and earth for you, mi amigo.

But in the movie, Don Hidalgo poisons the drink.

The night I left, we'd been performing on the road for months.

I got homesick, and I packed up my songs.

You want to 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, Hector. 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 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.

Poison me?

You're confusing movies with reality, Hector.

All this time, I thought it was just bad luck.

I never thought that you might have.

That you... How could you? Hector!

Security! Security!

You took everything away from me!

You rat!

Have him taken care of. He's not well.

I just wanted to go back home.

No!

I apologize.

Where were we?

You were going to give me your blessing.

Yes.

Si.

Miguel, my reputation, it is very important to

me. I would hate to have you think... That you murdered Hector?

For his songs?

You don't think that, do you? I... No. Everyone knows

you're the good guy.

Papa Ernesto, my blessing.

Security, take care of Miguel. He'll be extending his stay.

What?

And Hector 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.

They told me not to be like De La Cruz.

But I didn't listen.

I told them I didn't care if they remembered me. I didn't care if I was on

stupid ofrenda.

Hey, chamaco. It's okay.

It's okay. I told them I didn't care.

Hector!

Hector!

She's... forgetting me.

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 papa was trying to come home.

That he loved her so much.

That's my Mama Coco.

That's my Mama Imelda.

Is that... you?

We're... 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...

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.

Have to travel far, remember me.

Each time you hear a sad guitar,

know that I'm with you.

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

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.

Proud we're family.

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 because of Hector.

He was in there because of me.

He was just trying to get me home.

I didn't want to 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 Hector's photo.

What? So he can see Coco again.

Hector 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? What if it's true? You leave me alone with a child to raise and

just supposed to forgive you? Imelda, I... Hector?

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.

Here, let me help you. Don't touch me.

Everyone clear on the plan? Find Hector's photo. Give it to Miguel.

Send Miguel home. Got your pedals?

Now we just have to find the la troops.

Yes.

Don't I know you?

Who the... She's talking about me.

I'm the love of your life. I don't know. I'm still angry at you.

Hector, how did you... I'm not for trying to murder my grandson.

Grandson? She's talking about me.

You.

Wait. You're related to Hector? The photo.

I'll kill him.

The cure of it. Are you... It's that love of your life. I... You don't know

I said.

That's what I heard.

Gracias, senor. You're on in 30 seconds.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Still got it.

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.

Daddy!

Ernesto, stop.

Leave the boy alone.

I've worked too hard, Hector.

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

your memory alive?

No. You're a coward.

I am Ernesto de la Cruz, the greatest musician of all time. Hector's the real

musician. You're just the guy who murdered him and stole his song.

Richard, I am the one who's willing to do what it takes to seize my moment.

Whatever it takes.

Apologies old friend, but the show must go on.

A one, a two, a one.

Remember me, though I practice.

No conditions.

What are you doing with that? Give it to me.

Miguel. Miguel.

Miguel.

to that poor woman. It's okay, Mom. What got into you?

I thought I lost you, Miguel.

I'm sorry, Papa.

We're all together now.

That's what matters.

Not all of us. It's okay, Mamita.

Miguel, you apologize to your Mama Coco.

Well, apologize.

Mama Coco, your papa, he wanted you to have this.

Mama, wait.

Remember me.

Though I have to say goodbye, remember me.

Nothing, Mama.

Nothing at all.

My papa used to sing me that song.

He loved you, Mama Coco.

Your papa loved you so much.

I kept his letters, poems he wrote me,

and

Papa was a musician.

When I was a little girl, he and Mama would sing such beautiful

songs.

And right over here, one of Santa Cecilia's greatest treasures.

the home of the esteemed songwriter, Hector Rivera.

The letters Hector wrote home for his daughter Coco could sing the lyrics for

all of your favorite songs, not just Remember Me.

That man is your Papa Julio, and there's Tia Rosita, and your Tia Victoria, and

those two are Oscar and Felipe.

These aren't just old pictures, they're our family, and they're counting on us

to remember them.

Say that I'm crazy or call me a fool.

Enjoy your visit, Hector.

Last night it seemed that I dreamed about you.

Papa.

Coco. When I opened my mouth, what came out was a song.

And you knew it.

Each night we are apart.

Remember me.

Though I have to travel.

is

Music play. Keep our love alive. I'll never fade away.

If you close your eyes and let the music play. Keep our love alive. I'll never

fade away.

If you close your eyes and let the music play. Keep our love alive. I'll never

fade away.

Remember me.

For I was only.