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♪ The Armed Forces
of my heart ♪

♪ Defy those of despair ♪

♪ Colours communicate
ammunition ♪

♪ You spur a wild love
that dances ♪

♪ I wear a corset
that doesn't steal my freedom ♪

♪ I carry a sorrow
too great for my age ♪

♪ Too great for my age ♪

♪ Hello, Frida,
you are sunshine and joy ♪

♪ Hello, Frida,
faith and beauty ♪

♪ I am Frida,
I rejected the crying woman ♪

♪ Hello, Frida,
courage and resilience ♪

(♪♪♪)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(BELL CHIMING)

Hello you.

Oh.

Coco Loco!

You get back over here, thief.

(DOOR OPENS AND CREAKS)

FRIDA:
Just wait 'til I catch you.

(FRIDA GRUNTS)

(COCO LOCO SCREECHES)

Coco Loco, where are you?

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
My goodness.

All these memories.

(SIGHS)

Mi Papito.

(BOX RATTLES)

Oh.

There you are.

(GRUNTS)

Coco Loco!

(COCO LOCO SCREECHES)

(GASPS)

My Notebook!

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(PAPERS RUSTLES)

MARIA:
Hello, Frida.

Hello, Maria.

Have a good day, gotta go.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(GRUNTS)

(DANIELA SPEAKS SPANISH)

Hello, Eduardo. Hello, Daniela.

(DANIELA SPEAKS SPANISH)

It's so beautiful.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm just having
a look around, Mom.

Frida, come here.

Uh.

Always running off.

(CHUCKLES)

Wooh.

(GASPS)

Oops. Sorry, here.

Have a good day.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Seven, eight, nine...

Mangoes, bananas,
avocados, guavas!

Hello, Ramon.
Hello, Antonio.

ANTONIO:
Hello, Frida.

So how fresh are these mangoes?

Frida, for the last time,
stop bothering the merchants

and help us carry the baskets.

We'll be heading home soon.

Hello, Antonio.

So how fresh are these mangoes?

Picked them fresh this morning,
Señora Kahlo.

(CHUCKLES)

(GASPS)

Wow!

Cristina, look at that.
They're so beautiful.

Yes, indeed.

(LAUGHS)

Heard they got here
this morning.

I think they might be Zapotecs.

It's the first time
I've seen them in the market.

They're Zato what?

MATILDE:
Zapotec, Cristina.

It's one of the most ancient
civilizations of our country.

They were here long before
the Spanish arrived.

Your grandfather was Zapotec.

Does that mean we are too?

And they're our ancestors?

They are.

Do you see those embroideries?

They tell stories of the legends
of our culture.

He really scares me.

Who is he, Mom?

That's Cocijo, the god of rain,
of the sun, and the wind.

According to ancient legend,
a long time ago,

there was a seemingly
never-ending drought,

so our ancestors prayed
for him to send them rain.

Exactly, they needed the rain
to grow our crops

and keep our lands fertile.

And then suddenly,
big, dark clouds filled the sky.

But it wasn't rain they
prayed for that fell on them,

it was hail!

It came down without mercy

and destroyed
all our ancestors' crops:

the corn, beans,
squash, and peppers.

Our people were desperate,

and they once again
turned to Cocijo for help.

This time,

he understood their prayers,

and all the hail
stopped falling.

The sun reappeared in the sky,

but something else
had also changed.

Cocijo had given us
an extraordinary gift!

The clouds transformed
into amazing shapes in the sky.

They formed animals, faces,
and other mythical symbols.

And Cocijo used
the shape-shifting clouds

to communicate with us.

And that's why ever since
that day,

we call ourselves
the cloud people.

We are the cloud people?

Oh, mom,
can I please have this notebook?

I'll draw on it every day,

and I'll keep
all my secrets in it.

All right, Frida.
All right, I'll buy it for you.

But right now,
help me carry these baskets.

Yes! We're the cloud people!

Gucci.

(♪♪♪)

(FRIDA SNORING)

MATILDE:
Frida! Frida! Wake up!

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

Good morning, Mr. Sun.

(OPENS WINDOW)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Good morning, garden.

Good morning, lime tree!

MATILDE:
Frida, breakfast is ready.

You're going to be late again.

I'm coming, Mom!

(EXHALES)

(WHISTLES SLOWLY)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(SCOFFS)

(FRIDA & CRISTINA CHUCKLE)

I'm off, Matilde!

If you need me,
I'll be out by Cathedral Square!

Have a good day, everyone!

FRIDA & CRISTINA: (TOGETHER)
Have a good day, Dad!

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(INHALES)

MATILDE:
Frida, you haven't
taken a bite of your food.

But Mom,
I'm working on something.

What are you drawing?
A house? A dragon? My portrait?

It's a drawing for
my presentation at school.

I'm just adding
one last little detail

so that it's perfect.

Good work.
School is very important.

(SCRIBBLES)

There we go, all finished.

Wow!

Oh. Time flies.

Hurry, Frida,
or you're going to be late.

Take your tortilla!

Don't forget to eat
your tortilla, Frida!

(CHUCKLES)

No, it's you I'm gonna eat.

(SCREAMS)

MATILDE:
All right. That's enough, girls.

Now stop it, you two.

Enough, Frida, go to school.

(CHUCKLES)

Have a good day.

This morning,

I'd like to present
to you all...

No, no.

This morning,
I'm going to speak about-

(CYCLE BELL RINGS)

Hello, Frida.

Hello, Tonito!

I'll see you at school.

(CYCLE CLICKING)

I had a feeling that if
I had a tortilla in my hand

that I just might run into you.

Ooh.

(FRIDA CHUCKLES)

Wow.

You're really ready to do
anything for a bite, huh?

Here.

Take a little bit--

(GASPS, LAUGHS)

You ate the whole thing!

You're a funny little one,
aren't you.

You love some cuddles, huh?

(BELL DINGS)

(GASPS) I'm gonna be late!

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

My drawing!

Quick, Chiquita,
we have to catch it.

(♪♪♪)

(CHIQUITA BARKS)

GUILLERMO:
Frida?

Hello, Daddy.

What are you doing here?

You need to hurry up or
you'll be late for school again.

That's why I'm running, Dad.

See you tonight!

(♪♪♪)

(CLICKS PICTURE)

(GRUNTS)

Sorry. Excuse me.

(CHIQUITA BARKS)

Chiquita, you should see
what you look like.

(LEAVES AND PAPER RUSTLE)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Okay, this time,
it's not getting away.

(GRUNTS)

Ow!

My leg!

What did I do to it?

(FRIDA GASPS)

FRIDA:
No! Not in the water!

Chiquita, you're the best.

Gracias.

And now, it's time for school!

MS. GONZALEZ:
Señorita Frida, how you're
a little late this morning.

And a little out of breath
too, I see.

But I'm ready for
my presentation, Ms. Gonzalez.

All right, go ahead.

Hello, boys and girls.

STUDENTS:
Hello, Frida!

So today, I wanna talk to you

all about my favourite place
in Coyoacan:

the fountain
in the Hidalgo Gardens!

(STUDENTS GASP)

As you can see,

there are two coyote statues
right in the middle.

And in the language
of our ancestors,

Coyoacan translates to
"the home of the coyotes".

(IMITATES COYOTE)

(BARKS)

(STUDENTS LAUGH,
IMITATES COYOTE)

Who cares about that awful dog?

And your stupid drawing!

Rafael.

What's wrong, Rafael?

You in a bad mood?

Maybe no one cares
about my drawing,

but look at Chiquita,
she's beautiful.

(BARKS)

(STUDENTS LAUGH)

I don't know
what's gotten into Rafael.

He doesn't scare you?

Oh, you know?
He's not a mean person.

It's just been hard for him
ever since his father died.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I know, Chiquita,
you'll always protect me.

Ow.

Frida, what's wrong?

I think I hurt my leg
earlier today.

It's like a cramp.

It feels like
it's squeezing my calf,

but I'll be fine.

Do you want me to take you home
on my bike?

Excellente.

Thanks a lot, Tonito.

(CHIQUITA BARKS)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
To the Casa Azul, caballero!

I am Frida the Coyoacan Coyotes!

-(IMITATES COYOTE)
-(TONITO LAUGHS)

(♪♪♪)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(WIND HOWLING)

(♪♪♪)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Good evening, Frida.

(SCREAMS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

MATILDE:
Frida?

Mommy.

It was La Muerte, La Catrina.

She was here...

in my room.

My Frida.

You've got quite the fever.

Guillermo!

We need a doctor right away.
Please, hurry.

FRIDA:
I really don't feel well, Mom.

My leg hurts a lot.

You'll be all right.

You'll be all right, sweetie.

(♪♪♪)

Goodnight, sweetheart.

(GROANS)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
(CRYING)

Madre de Dios.

Maiden Virgin
of Guadalupe Protector.

(SOBBING)

(CRICKET CHIRPING)

(RAIN PATTERNS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(♪♪♪)

(SNORING)

(GROANS)

(RAIN PATTERNS)

(BLOWS AIR)

Magic Door,
take me somewhere far from here.

Frida, I really miss you.

Do you still have a fever?

Are you still contagious?

(SIGHS)

Yes.

Can we act out
the doctor's visit?

Pretty please, say yes.

FRIDA:
Okay.

But we have to do
a shorter version this time.

Yay!

Doctor, what's happening to me?

FRIDA:
Frida, I've conducted
a number of tests

and can now officially
diagnose you with--

Dum, dum, dum.

poliomyelitis.

CRISTINA:
Poliomye-titis?

FRIDA:
No, poliomyelitis.

Myelitis, myelitis.

(CHUCKLES)

That's a really
silly-sounding name.

But is it dangerous, Doctor?

To get better,
you need to stay in bed

and get lots of rest.

But most importantly,

your little sister Cristina
has to give you all her toys.

That wasn't part of the story.

(CHUCKLES)

That's the beauty of stories.

You can always change them.

(GROANS)

Frida, are you okay?

I really don't feel well,
Cristina.

I'm gonna go back to bed.

(RAIN PATTERNS)

(SIGHS, GROANS)

(♪♪♪)

Hello.

(CHUCKLES, GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

You're good.

Where are you going?

(BED THUDDING)

What? What's going on?

What a strange place.

(CHUCKLES)

Gently. Gently.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GASPS)

(MONKEYS SCREECHING)

Oh.

You okay, little monkey?

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(HEARTBEATS)

(LAUGHS)

Huh! Gotcha!

(BOTH LAUGH)

(GROANS)

Can you wait a second?

I don't feel very well.

(GROANS)

Frida, you okay?

I'm right here.
Everything's gonna be okay.

Oh, no. No, not her.

It's way too soon.

Step aside.

She belongs to me now.

No, no, you can't take her,
not today.

I understand your pain,

but you have to accept it.

There's nothing more
you can do for her.

I'm begging you, La Muerte.

I can't let you do this to her.

I'll do anything.
Please spare her.

She's so young.

Very well,

I won't take her with me today,

but you must know
that it's inevitable.

I'll leave her be for now,

but I'll always be here

in the shadows.

And sooner or later,

I will be back for her.

It's okay, Frida.
She's gone now.

The hard part's over.

It'll all be easier now.

(♪♪♪)

(CHUCKLES)

-CRISTINA: Frida. Frida.
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Look who I found.

Chiquita!

CRISTINA:
She was worried about you.

She's really lucky
she can't catch a virus.

And I'm sure she'll help you
feel better.

But Mom's gonna be upset
that you let her into my room.

(CRISTINA SHUSHES)

Well, we just won't tell her.

CRISTINA:
Chiquita!

(CHUCKLES)

Chiquita.

(CHUCKLES) Thanks, Cristina.

(EXHALES)

What's bothering you, Guillermo?

You don't like your coffee?

It's just, it's been weeks since
she's been out of her room.

We already discussed this,
Guillermo.

She may be out of danger,
but she's still weak.

Matilde,

I know that you're just
trying to protect her,

but the doctor said
she wasn't contagious anymore.

She might get better faster
if we let her out a bit.

All right, Padrazo,
if you insist.

We'll let her out
into the garden tomorrow.

Will that do?

But if she gets sick again...

(INHALES, EXHALES)

That won't happen.

She's strong and stubborn
like you.

It's that Calderon in her.

Look, I'm scared too,
but it'll be all right, Matilde.

You know,

it may speed up her recovery,

if you should make her
your delicious polvorones

or better yet, your conchas.

Yes, yes, of course, I will.

A little gourmet remedy.

(MUMBLES)

It's not for me,
it's for our little Frida.

Um, I mean,
I might have one or two

-just so she'll have company.
-Mm-hmm.

Or three or four.

You're not getting
a single one, tragón.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(BARKS)

(WATER SPLASHING)

(♪♪♪)

(LAUGHS)

(♪♪♪)

(FLAPPING WINGS)

(SNIFFING)

(♪♪♪)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Let's use this one.

It'll make the lemonade
really sweet.

(SCRIBBLES)

Chiquita,

I'm sorry, I can't come play
with you today.

I'm still way too tired.

(WHINING)

CRISTINA:
Frida, you're gonna help us?

Yes, Frida, come on.

It'll help take your mind
off things.

But Mom, I don't wanna
take my mind off things.

I wanna heal.

A lime for Cristina.

With this one, we're gonna
make a delicious raspado ,

a yummy sorbet.

And another one for Frida.

So Frida, what are you
going to do with your lime?

Nothing.

There's nothing I can do.

Frida!

I can't climb trees anymore
to pick limes.

I can't go back to school
and see my friends.

I can't even go out running
with Chiquita.

And my leg is gonna be
weak forever.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Mi corazón.

You're gonna be better soon,

and you'll be able to do
whatever you want.

But I don't wanna wait
anymore, Mom.

I know, but sometimes
we don't have a choice.

Sometimes we need to take
our time to do things right.

Frida,

if you're not busy,

I need your help
with a little something.

Come meet me in the workshop?

How would you like to be
my assistant

and colour my photos?

The photos
from your next exhibition?

Yes, I thought about it
and finally decided

that I want this exhibition
to be very colourful.

We've seen enough
black and white.

It's very simple.

To find the right colours,
look within.

They should touch your heart.

Then with a lot of love
and care,

you'll be able to colour
every little part of the photo.

(SCRIBBLES)

Muy bien.

You've always been
a great artist.

Maybe it's what you should do
when you grow up.

No, I can't,
I'm gonna be a doctor.

GUILLERMO:
Oh, yes? Perfect.

Just like
Matilde Montoya Lafragua.

Oh.
She has the same name as Mom!

Who is she?

Well, she was the first woman
to graduate

with a diploma in medicine
in Mexico.

She was the first? But why?

There weren't any women before
her who wanted to be doctors?

No, there were, sweetie,
but it's complicated.

A lot of people still believe

that women shouldn't be allowed
to do certain professions,

and that they should be done
strictly by men.

(BANGS)

That's not fair!

It shouldn't matter
what you are.

So then how did she
manage to become a doctor?

She was a very determined
woman, courageous.

She didn't listen to anyone

who tried to discourage her
from her dreams.

And just like her,
you're gonna have to work hard.

Very, very hard.

Nothing's gonna stop me, Dad.

(LAUGHS)

I don't doubt that,

but why do you wanna
become a doctor?

Because I wanna be able
to heal people like you and me.

You're so brave, my Freducha.

I'm gonna be in good hands
with you.

But in the meantime,

I'm gonna need my assistant
for my exhibition.

Go on, choose a photo.

Dad, why did you take
a picture of me like this?

Oh, sweetie.

It's important to shine a light
on the sad moments in our lives

as well as the happy one.

They're a part of us.

Is this the photo
you want to colour?

Not a chance!

CRISTINA:
Frida, Tonito's here.

So did you bring me
something too, Tonito?

Uh, no.

Cristina, leave Tonito alone.

Hello, Frida, here's all
the homework for the day.

And is that the homework for me?

Cri-Cri, you haven't even
started school.

This is a little surprise
for you.

Oh, I love surprises!

Hey, show us!

Could you grab a corner,
please, Cristina?

It's from the whole class.

Everyone wrote something on it,
except Rafael.

CRISTINA:
"Get well soon, Frida.

Hope you feel better soon.

We all miss you."

(CHUCKLES) Looks like Chiquita?

Tonito, this is so nice.

Class isn't as much fun
without you.

We can't wait for you
to come back, especially me.

Come on, you're gonna help us.

Dad, look what Tonito
brought me.

Oh, splendid!

This day keeps getting
more and more colourful.

Yes.

Do you think Tonito
can colour the photos too?

Well, why not?

Come on!

Here, find a photo
that you like.

There we go,
that banner is beautiful!

Thanks, young man.

Frida, what do you think?

Hey, what are you working
on there?

(SCRIBBLES)

Now I recognize my Frida.

And you, Tonito?

- Did you find one?
- I sure did.

(CHUCKLES)

The cutest face in the world.

Do you think I can maybe
paint Chiquita's fur blue?

You can even give her
some yellow whiskers

if you want.

(CHUCKLES)

All right, everyone,
make some room.

Not for you.

Your polvorones and conchas.

Thank you, Mom.

GUILLERMO:
What are we celebrating?

Cristina, what do you want
to say to your sister?

Mom and I ran into the doctor
on the way to the market.

We also saw Señorita Gonzalez.

We bought some cinnamon and-

And what did the doctor say?

He said that if you're
still feeling better tonight,

that means that you can go back
to school tomorrow.

Finally!

That's great news.

Incredible! That's wonderful!

MATILDE:
There you go.

(♪♪♪)

(BARKS)

(LAUGHS)

I'm coming, Chiquita.

Calm down.

You know I can't walk
nearly as fast as you

with my leg brace.

You're just a clown dressed up
like a dog, aren't you?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

The school playground, finally.

Here we go.

-Hello, Frida.
-Hello, Frida.

Hello, Norma. Hello, Miguel.

-NORMA: You feeling better?
-FRIDA: Yes, much better.

Frida.

You must be happy.

Oh, no, Tonito.

I'm not happy.

I'm...

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
muy, muy, muy contenta!

(LAUGHS)

I'm really happy
you're back too.

You wanna come play marbles
with us?

That sounds fun,
but I really miss jumping rope.

Well, see you in class later.

STUDENTS:
One, two, three...

♪ Jump, jumping, goodbye ♪

Come on!

I really miss skipping.

STUDENTS:
One, two, three...

♪ Jump, jumping, goodbye ♪

My turn! My turn!

STUDENTS:
One, two...

Can I try again?

Yes, but you gotta be fast.

Go on, Frida.

STUDENTS:
One...

(STUDENTS GASPING)

It's kinda hard to jump
with a skinny chicken leg, huh?

(GIRL LAUGH)

Chicken leg!

Chicken leg!

-Chicken leg!
-Chicken leg!

(STUDENTS LAUGHING)

(CHANTING)
Chicken leg, chicken leg,
chicken leg!

(IMITATES CLUCKING)

Chicken leg, chicken leg,
chicken leg!

Chicken leg, chicken leg,
chicken leg!

Chicken leg, chicken leg,
chicken leg!

Chicken leg, chicken leg,
chicken leg!

Chicken leg, chicken leg,
chicken leg!

Chicken leg, chicken leg!

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(FRIDA SOBBING)

What's going on?

Everyone's making fun of me.

Everyone? Really?

No, not everyone.

But Rafael started-

(SHUSHES)

(SOBS)

There will always be someone
who doesn't like your drawings

or the way
that you sing or dance.

Some people are so sad
that they can't support

the joy they see in others.

That's really beautiful.

Is it really that important
what this one boy thinks of you?

No, you're right.

It's not important at all.

TONITO:
Frida!

Frida!

Are you okay?

You heard what they were all
saying about me?

Yes, I heard them.

It really wasn't very nice.

Wait, you haven't heard
my laugh yet, have you?

Your laugh?

Yeah, I snort like a pig
when I laugh.

-(BOTH LAUGHING)
-(SNORTS)

We all have a little animal
inside of us.

Mine is my little piggy laugh.

And mine is a skinny
chicken leg.

(LAUGHS, SNORTS)

Some people's faces
look like little bears.

Oh.

Very cute.

And some like an armadillo.

-You know what?
-No, what?

I might have a skinny
chicken leg,

but I've also got
the strength of an eagle.

Go on, fly.

Fly, free eagle!

You coming?

But Frida,
do you know that pigs can't fly?

Except for those pigs
with wings?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I'm flying! I'm flying!

Look at that cloud.

Do you wanna go check it out?

TONITO:
Right behind you, Great Eagle.

Ah. Can I play with you?

Of course. Come on.

To the clouds.

(♪♪♪)

(KIDS CHEERING LAUGHING)

Are you saying
they made fun of you?

Who?

Tell me and I'll speak
to their parents.

No one is going to bully
my daughter, malcriados.

I know you're mad, Mom,

but you should have seen
my friends.

Tonito, Norma, Miguel,
they all stood up for me.

That's great, Frida,

but your mom is right,
it's serious.

You need to tell us
if it happens again.

I promise, but...

it's true that I can't do
all the things I could before,

like running, and jumping rope,
and climbing trees.

My leg is just too small.

I really like
your tiny little leg.

Frida, give yourself some time.

Be patient, one step at a time.

We can even do
some exercises together

that'll help you regain
your strength.

You know, when I was
a little boy in Germany,

I was a great athlete.

Really?

All right,
maybe I wasn't a great athlete,

but I ended up being
a really good coach.

That'll be great, Dad.

Because in just
a couple of weeks

it's gonna be the
Coyoacan Roller Skating Race,

and I wanna be in it.

And you're gonna win.

I don't know, Frida.

There's going to be boys
a lot older than you competing,

Some real brutes!

And every year,
someone gets hurt.

Just last year,
Perez's son broke his leg.

And three or four years ago,

our neighbour, Martinez,
hurt himself.

He had his arm in a cast
for weeks, months even.

Yeah and do you remember,
Little Gonzalez?

He split his head open
five years ago.

He doesn't recognize
his mother anymore.

And he can only speak
by making chicken noises.

(LAUGHS)

(IMITATES CLUCKING)

Go on, laugh all you want,

but I really don't think
this is a good idea. Frida.

On the contrary,
I think it's an incredible way

to show everyone
what the Kahlos are made of.

We'll start your training
tomorrow morning, Frida.

Órale, let's do it!

(♪♪♪)

Come on!

(THUDS)

Woah.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(PANTING)

Frida! Frida!

(LAUGHING)

(WATER RIPPLING)

(PANTS)

(GROANS)

(YELLS)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(BOTH LAUGH)

(CYCLE BELL CHIMES)

(CYCLE CLICKING)

(BOTH COUGH)

(♪♪♪)

(CLAPPING)

Frida! Frida! Frida!

(♪♪♪)

(CHUCKLES)

(FOOTSTEPS REACHING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Uh, can I come in?

Are you nervous?

A bit.

Mom, how are you so brave
and strong all the time?

You're not afraid of anything.

That's not true, my love.

For example, I'm scared
you'll get hurt tomorrow

and just like Little Gonzalez,
that you'll forget me

and only be able to talk
like a chicken.

(LAUGH)

Mom.

You know, when I was your age,

I also went through
some difficult times.

The kids I grew up with
weren't always very nice to me.

See, I came
from a little village

in the Valley of Oaxaca,

where everyone knew each other.

And when I came to Mexico City,
I just felt really different.

The city was massive.

My friends were far away.

So what did you do, Mom?

Well, at first I was so mad,

I would get into fights
with all the other kids.

And sometimes I cried,
I was so angry.

I was furious at my parents
for dragging me here.

But then one night,
my father gave me a gift

that he'd gotten
from his mother.

(GASPS)

It's so beautiful.

MATILDE:
He told me that
from the dawn of time,

this ribbon has been passed down
through our family.

It's magic.

It's a sacred talisman
of the Zapotec.

It absorbs a
ll your negative thoughts,

your sadness, your anger,

and it transforms that energy
into courage.

And today,
I'm passing it on to you.

And one day,
when they're in need of it,

you'll be able to pass it on
to your children.

Thank you, Mamita .

Now, get some sleep, sweetie.

You're gonna need
your strength tomorrow.

FRIDA:
I'm gonna make you proud, Mom.

-(DOOR SHUTS)
-(SIGHS)

We're already incredibly
proud of you, Frida.

(♪♪♪)

(RUSTLES)

(CLICKING)

(KIDS LAUGHING IN BACKGROUND)

(EXHALES)

(KIDS LAUGHING)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Bienvenidos!

Bienvenidos,
ladies and gentlemen,

to our annual Coyoacan
Roller Skating Race.

All right, Dad. Ándale.

You can do this, Frida.

You can go fast,
but watch where you're going.

And most importantly,
have fun, sweetheart.

Watch, I'll be faster
than lightning, Dad.

Niños and niñas, approach
the starting line, please.

The great annual roller skating
race is about to begin!

Have a good race, Norma.

You too, Frida.

(CHANTING)
Frida! Frida! Frida!

Show them
what you're capable of.

(BARKS)

-TONITO: Let's go, Frida!
-CRISTINA: Frida!

(CHANTING)
Frida! Frida! Frida! Frida!

Good luck, Chicken Leg.

Try not to hurt yourself
for once.

Leave her alone, Rafael.

I wasn't talking to you, Norma.

Very well.

All right,
are we ready to begin?

Silence, please!

Just make sure you don't get
in my way or you'll regret it.

Yeah, right.

You'll have to catch up
to me first.

(LAUGHS)

MAYOR:
One.

Dos, tres.

Go now!

Chiquita.

I'll see you at the finish line.

(♪♪♪)

RAFAEL:
Chicken leg, chicken leg.

Chicken leg.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

Help me?

Why would I?

Can't you see?

I'm stuck in here and sinking.

That's your fear.

It's fear and doubt
that's dragging you down.

You have the strength to get out
of that quicksand

all by yourself, Frida.

You really don't need
my help this time.

My ribbon.

(♪♪♪)

Wow!

(♪♪♪)

Gracias, Chiquita.

Frida Comet isn't done just yet.

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Frida! Frida! Frida!

Frida! Frida! Frida!

Frida! Frida! Frida!

Frida! Frida! Frida!

Frida! Frida! Frida!

Frida! Frida! Frida!

Frida! Frida! Frida!

You know, chicken legs
are lighter and much faster.

You can't beat me!

(CROWD CHEERING, CLAPPING)

No!

Wooh!

Yes!

Wow! That race looks incredible.

Have some water.
You must be thirsty.

My big sister's the best ever!

What a great comeback,
sweetheart.

I really thought
I wasn't gonna finish.

I knew all along
you were gonna win.

Good job, Frida.

Gracias, Tonito.

(KISSES)

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Please let me through.
Please let me through.

There she is, the big winner!

Frida!

Felicidades!

And the grand prize,

brand new roller skates.

Wow, they're so nice and red.

That's my favourite colour.

With these, I'll go even faster.

(LAUGHS)

But if you went any faster,
little one,

you'd be flying in the air!

(LAUGHS)

That would be fantastic.

And don't forget,
Señor and Señora Kahlo,

the big banquet tonight,
it's at City Hall

to celebrate
this incredible victory!

Thank you so much, Mayor.

That's such
an incredible honour.

(MAYOR LAUGHS)

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

Dogs are not allowed
in the banquet.

All right then kids,
we should go home and get ready.

Let's race to see
who gets there first!

Yes!

GUILLERMO:
See, I told you
I was a pretty good coach.

MATILDE:
All right,
Mr. Incredible Athlete.

Nobody came to see you race?

No, she's--

She's been too busy
ever since...

Good job, it was a really
good race, Chicken Leg.

Frida.

My name is Frida.

You're right, I'm sorry.

Good race, Frida.

Amigos?

RAFAEL:
Friends.

MATILDE:
Stop moving.

(GROANS)

I can't help it.

You're pulling my hair!

I'm sorry, Cristina.

What's taking her so long?
It's been 20 minutes!

She's probably tired
after the big race.

It's normal.
She'll be along soon.

How am I gonna hide you
in all my photos, huh?

MATILDE:
Hurry up, Frida!

We're all waiting
to take the family photo!

(WATER RIPPLING)

I'm coming, Mom!

There, Cristina, you're all set.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Oh! Madre de Dios!

What on earth are you wearing?

You're not going to the banquet
dressed like that.

Come on, Mom.

Why are girls never allowed
to go out wearing pants?

They're practical for running,
for climbing trees and--

and they're good
for hiding my little leg.

But it's just not the way,
Frida.

I'm sorry, it's just not.

A girl can't walk around
dressed like a boy.

Guillermo, say something.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Cálmate, Matilde,

we'll take the photo,

and she can go change
afterwards.

You let her do
whatever she wants.

Wow! Hey, mom,
can I also dress like a boy?

Here we go.

You see the example
you're setting for your sister?

Okay, let's go, Cristina.

It's not every day
we're invited to City Hall.

You can come join us after
you've changed, young lady.

Showing up dressed as a boy
at City Hall.

I mean, really?

(♪♪♪)

(HANGER RATTLES)

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(SHUTS DOOR)

(SCRIBBLES)

(QUICK FOOTFALL)

Dad! Daddy!

(GROANS)

(SNIFFLES)

It'll be okay, mi Papito.

(GRUNTS)

Thank you, Freducha.

Just rest now.
Don't try to talk.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Mi querida niña.

You're already
an excellent doctor.

It was Mom who showed me how
to help you with your epilep--

epi-- epilepsy.

You know, she loves you
with all her heart.

She's just trying to protect you
in her own way.

You can't blame her.

(SIGHS)

I bet, she'd be more proud of me

if I was more like
the other girls at school.

No, Frida.

It's true,
you're not like the other girls,

but that's what makes
you exceptional.

Whatever you do, we both will
always be proud of you, Frida.

I'd like to believe that, Dad.

Now you should rest a bit.

(♪♪♪)

(EXHALES)

It is the Day of the Dead,
El Día de los Muertos.

MATILDE:
Yes, yes, calm down.

You need to remind me
if I forgot anything, girls.

We're going to need
some beans, chicken,

garlic, some chilies,
and leaves for the tamales.

Oh, yeah. We also need
guavas to make some alegrías.

We have everything we need
for the sweets, Cristina.

Mom.

What does land and freedom mean?

Those are just agitators,
sweetheart.

Hello, Matilde.

Hello, Josefina.

Those brave peasants
are fighting for their rights

and to reclaim the land
that they've worked so hard for

all their lives.

Of course, I...

Well, anyway, congratulations
on your race, Frida.

You weren't at the banquet?

No, Mrs. Torres,

something unexpected came up.

Yes, I heard that Guillermo
had some health problems.

Nothing too serious, I hope.

I see news travels fast.

No, no, don't worry,
he's doing well.

Thankfully,
Frida was there to help.

-Really?
-Really?

Yup, I'm gonna become a doctor
when I grow up to cure my dad.

That's adorable.
You wanna be a midwife?

No, a doctor,
like Señora Montoya Lafragua.

(LAUGHS)

Well, now,
I've heard everything.

What's the world coming to?

Well, I know that I, for one,

would never let a woman
treat me in a million years!

I'd sooner take my chances
with La Muerte.

Hey! How about you stick to
your nopales and your lettuce.

The world is changing,
thankfully,

whether you like it or not.

And if my daughter wants to be
a doctor, she'll be a doctor!

She's intelligent, determined,
and I can guarantee that one day

you'll be proud to say that
you knew the great Frida Kahlo

when she was a child.

Come on now, girls.

We'll buy our vegetables
somewhere else.

(MOCKING)

(LAUGHS)

(FOOTFALL)

(♪♪♪)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Boo!

-(SCREAMS)
-(CHUCKLES)

Cri-Cri, you scared me.

Wow!

Your costume's amazing!

Gracias, Mom helped me
a little bit.

Wait, are you using
my leg brace?

Well, you don't use it anymore
'cause your leg's better.

So I thought it'd be good
to use it for something else.

You just gave me an idea.
Can I have it back?

But it's a big part
of my costume.

Yes, but it's my leg brace,
Cri-Cri.

I'll trade you
my basket of petals for it.

And I could throw them
at the cemetery?

Yes, Cri-Cri.

Yippee! I've always
wanted to do that.

But wait, Frida.

What are you gonna do
with your leg brace?

Hey, Dad, I need a calavera,
please.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Una calavera?

But sweety,
we've already written

the names of our dearly departed

on the sugar skulls:
Isabel, Jakob.

We didn't forget anyone.

I know that.

It's just that I have a special
calavera I wanna do this year.

-Can I?
-Yes, of course.

What are you writing?

(♪♪♪)

Am I doing it right?

Yes, Cri-Cri.

Like you've been doing it
your whole life.

Thanks to you, the smell
of the cempasúchil petals

will help guide the spirits
of our dead to us tonight.

GUILLERMO:
Huh. Here we are.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Como estas, Abuelo?

Hello, Abuela.

Hello, grandma.

Frida, you're not helping us

build the altar
for your ancestors?

Not just yet, Mom,

I have something very special
I need to do first.

This is for Sick Frida.

So this is what you were
planning, Little Miss Secretive.

(♪♪♪)

(CHIQUITA MUNCHES)

(PLATE CLATTERS)

(WHINING)

(♪♪♪)

(CHUCKLES)

MATILDE:
The favourite dishes of
our dearly departed are ready:

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Pollo con mole, picadillo,

gorditas, tacos de guisado,
guacamole.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, do you remember
that one time

when Grandma ate so many tacos
that she burped the whole night?

(LAUGHS)

Yes, how could we forget?

-The poor woman was so sick
-(MATILDE LAUGHS)

that none of us
could get any sleep.

Oh, yes,
I'm sure even in the afterlife,

Abuela will find a way
to enjoy the food.

(CHUCKLES)

Not just Abuela .

MATILDE:
Uh, no, no, Chiquita.
That's not for you.

Chiquita, leave the chicken
alone and come over here.

You see, I just have
to add one more thing,

and it's done.

Chiquita!

Chiquita!

(♪♪♪)

Sorry, excuse me.

I'm sorry.

(GRUNTS)

Chiquita.

Wait for me, Chiquita.

Tonito, stop Chiquita,
por favor.

Come on, Chiquita, drop it.

Hey, Chiquita,
want some chicken?

Cri-Cri, that was genius.

And now, it's time
for the celebration.

Dear Sick Frida...

it was a real honour
meeting you.

Without you, I would've never
realized how strong I am.

There were definitely
a lot of hard and scary moments,

but also some magical times
with my family.

And you also helped me realize

that I had the greatest friend
in the world.

And so now that you've taught me
all these incredible things,

Sick Frida,

I hereby release you.

And don't you ever come back.

MATILDE:
Well said, Cristina.

FRIDA
Adios, Sick Frida.

CRISTINA:
Adios.

GUILLERMO:
Adios.

(♪♪♪)

(GASPS, CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

(GIGGLING)

(♪♪♪)

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

MATILDE:
Frida!

Frida!

Wake up, you need to get up

or you'll be late
for Preparatoria again!

(GROANS)

Yes, Mom.

(SIGHS)

Just a few more minutes.

MATILDE:
Frida!

Mamita. Okay, okay, okay.

(SIZZLES)

Hello, everyone!

CRISTINA:
Hello, Frida!

GUILLERMO:
Morning, sweetheart.

It's the same thing every day.

Go to bed earlier if you
can't get up in the morning.

Yes, Mamita, I love you too.

(KISSES)

See you tonight.

But you didn't eat anything.

-Frida!
-CRISTINA: Have a good day!

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Hasta luego!

She shouldn't be
letting her run off

to college looking
so dishevelled.

What's everyone going to think?

Our little Freducha
was one of the only girls

they accepted this year
at the Preparatoria.

So whatever the others kids
or teachers might say

about her clothes or haircut

really doesn't interest me.

And it really shouldn't
interest you either.

Well, I guess you have a point.

(EXHALES)

(CHUCKLES)

Eat your food.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
IN BACKGROUND)

(SCRIBBLES)

(BOYS LAUGH)

BOYS:
Frida! Frida! Frida!

Hello there, cachucas.

Come on. Hurry, Frida.

We're gonna miss it.

Cálmate, I'm coming.

What have you guys
gotten up to now?

We covered the steps in soap
so that he'd slip.

Who's he? What steps?
What are you talking about?

The artist who painted the mural
in the amphitheatre,

Diego Rivera.

We covered the stairs in soap
so that he'd fall.

When he goes down them.

Dios mío,
you guys are so immature.

What if he really hurts himself?

Relax, he won't get hurt.

-(DOOR OPENS)
-(GASPS)

There he is.

It didn't work!

You didn't put enough soap,
Rafael!

All right.
Well, you can do it next time,

Mr. Know-It-All.

Come on, we're gonna be late
for class.

(FOOTFALL)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS)

(BAG THUDS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(♪♪♪)

Dios mío.

(DOOR OPENS)

-TONITO: Frida!
-(GASPS)

What are you doing?
We're gonna miss the bus!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
IN BACKGROUND)

(SIGHS)

Did you see how amazing
it was, Tonito?

What are you talking about?
Sorry.

That mural.

It was so beautiful.

Oops! Excuse me.

The colours, the lighting,
the people in it,

it was almost like
they were real.

I've never seen anything
like it.

-(GASPS)
-Oh.

Hello, you.

TONITO:
Come on, Frida.

We'll never make it
if you don't hurry up.

(QUICK FOOTFALL)

(ENGINE REVS)

(THUMPS)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(EXHALES) You see,
we still had plenty of time.

Right, of course we did.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(♪♪♪)

-(GRUNTS)
-Frida, you okay?

Yeah fine, Tonito.
I just thought I saw--

-(BELL DINGS)
-(GASPS)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(♪♪♪)

(GLASS CLINKS)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

Frida, Frida, Frida.

It's been almost 12 years,

but here we meet again, finally.

Come with me.

It's time.

Oh!

No.

Wake up, Frida.

Frida, please,
you need to get up.

You need to fight.

Frida!

Frida!

(GASPS)

(♪♪♪)

Where are we?

Are we in the land of the dead?

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

No, you haven't crossed over
the flower bridge yet, Frida.

But you've been seriously hurt

and we don't have
much time left.

Your life is hanging
by a thread.

Why fight?
I'm happy being here with you.

I'm so tired of fighting.

Just let me rest a little.

No, you can't rest here, Frida.

You still have so many things
to experience, to discover.

So many people love you.

You need to fight.

The light in your heart
shines too brightly

to be extinguished now.

Then why aren't you standing up
for me like you used to?

When you were little,
La Muerte came to take you away,

but in the end,
she decided to spare you.

Yes, I begged her
to let you live,

but I couldn't have stopped her
from taking you

if she really wanted to.

But today,
she doesn't wanna let you go.

(RUMBLES)

(GASPS, GRUNTS)

I'm gonna help you.

I'm gonna give you
all my strength I have,

but it's only gonna give you
an extra few seconds,

and that might not be
enough time.

You've only got one chance
to go back to your life!

But what's gonna happen
when you give me your strength?

I'm still gonna need you!

Don't worry about me, Frida.

I'll always be here
in your heart.

We can't wait any longer!

Are you ready now, Frida?

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(HEARTBEATS)

(RUSTLING)

Why are you fighting, Frida?

Your heart only has
a few beats left.

It's time to come with me now.

It's over now, Frida.

You've been so brave,

but even your friend can
no longer do anything for you.

The strength that she gave you
is all gone.

(RUMBLING)

You need to accept your fate.

It's time for you and I to cross

the great flower bridge
together.

(♪♪♪)

(HEARTBEATS)

(♪♪♪)

(HEARTBEATS)

(RUSTLING)

(RUMBLING)

No.

We'll meet again someday,
Catrina,

and you can finally
take me with you,

but not today.

(♪♪♪)

When you're truly ready,

I'll be waiting, Frida.

GUILLERMO:
Oh, Frida.

Oh, my sweet girl.

Oh, Frida.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Frida, mi cariño.

She's awake.

She's awake.

Gracias a Dios.

FRIDA:
I was saved.

For weeks, my family stood
and prayed at the foot of my bed

waiting for me to wake up.

With their own hands,
my parents built a bed

so that I'd be able
to continue drawing

during my long, hard recovery.

My dream of becoming a doctor
had died in the accident,

but I'd also discovered
my true calling.

I was gonna be a painter.

Twice, I had danced with death,

but I transformed every scar,
every wound

onto the paintings on which
I told the story of my life.

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

FRIDA:
I didn't follow any particular
school or style of painting.

I needed the freedom
to express myself.

And through painting,
I was able to tell my truth

and fight for my freedom.

The freedom to be a woman,

to love, to travel, to create.

I was able to find
the beauty in everything.

Every trial was a lesson.

Every unexpected
burst of laughter

a victory over the pain.

I discovered within myself

a powerful,
insurmountable strength.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

FRIDA:
And even
if it wasn't always easy,

I profoundly loved
the life I got to live.

I am Frida Kahlo.

And viva la vida!

(♪♪♪)

♪ Defy those of despair ♪

♪ Colours
communicate ammunition ♪

♪ You spur a wild love
that dances ♪

♪ I wear a corset
that doesn't steal my freedom ♪

♪ I carry a sorrow
too great for my age ♪

♪ Too great for my age ♪

♪ Hello, Frida,
you are sunshine and joy ♪

♪ Hello, Frida,
faith and beauty ♪

♪ I am Frida,
I rejected the crying woman ♪

♪ Hello, Frida,
courage and resilience ♪

♪ God took from me
the power to run ♪

♪ But gave me wings
to fly ♪

♪ God left me the power
to love ♪

♪ I used it without stopping ♪

♪ When you think
you've caught me ♪

♪ I'm the one who carries you ♪

♪ Nothing can stop me,
everything remains possible ♪

♪ Hello, Frida,
you are sunshine and joy ♪

♪ Hello, Frida,
faith and beauty ♪

♪ I am Frida,
I rejected the crying woman ♪

♪ I am Frida,
courage and resilience ♪

♪ I am hope, happiness, ♪

♪ The struggle,
the light in the darkness ♪

♪ I am pain and joy ♪

♪ The cold and the heat,
madness and celebration ♪

♪ My brush tells you
of crippled destinies ♪

♪ My voice the screams
of all the wronged ♪

♪ I am Frida! ♪

♪ I am Frida! ♪

♪ I am Frida! ♪

♪ I am Frida! ♪

♪ I am Frida ♪

♪ I am Frida ♪

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)