Coco2017

[Miguel makes it to Coco's room; she is sitting in her wheelchair staring into space.]

Miguel:
Mamá Coco, can you hear me? It's Miguel. I saw your papá. Remember? Papá? Please, if you forget him, he'll be gone, forever!

[Coco doesn't respond]

Papá:
[from outside, banging door] Miguel, open this door!

Miguel:
[showing Hector's guitar] Here, this was his guitar, right? He used to play it to you? See, there he is. [No answer] Papá, remember? Papá?

Papá:
[from outside] MIGUEL!

Miguel:
[begging] Mamá Coco, please don't forget him!

[The door opens, and the Riveras enter.]

Abuelita:
What are you doing to that poor woman?! [comforts Coco] It's okay, Mamita. It's okay.

Papá:
What's gotten into you?! [Miguel begins to cry, hugs Papa; Papá embraces him.] I thought I'd lost you, Miguel...

Miguel:
I'm sorry, Papá.

Mamá:
We're all together now, that's what matters.

Miguel:
Not all of us...

Abuelita:
It's okay, mamita. [At Miguel, angry] Miguel, you apologize to your Mamá Coco!

Miguel:
[walks over to Coco] Mámá Coco... [stubs his foot against Héctor's guitar and gets an idea.]

Abuelita:
Well… apologize!

Miguel:
[holding up the guitar] Mamá Coco? Your papá, he wanted you to have this... [begins strumming; Abuelita tries to intervene, but Papa stops her.]

Papá:
Mamá, wait.

[Miguel starts playing "Remember Me".]

Miguel [sings, tearfully]: Remember me, though I have to say goodbye. Remember me, don't let it make you cry

Mamá:
Look!

[Coco begins to slowly lift her head.]

Miguel: 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, though I have to travel far

Miguel and Coco [singing along]: Remember me, each time you hear a sad guitar Know that I'm with you, the only way that I can be until you're in my arms again. Remember... me.

[Coco smiles, memory recovered; Abuelita begins to cry.]

Coco:
Elena? What's wrong, mija?

Abuelita:
Nothing, Mamá. Nothing at all.

Coco:
[to Miguel] My papá used to sing me that song.

Miguel:
He loved you, Mamá Coco. Your papá loved you so much.

[Coco smiles and opens the drawer on her nightstand, taking out a notebook.]

Coco:
I kept... his letters... poems he wrote me... and... [skims through the book until she reveals a ripped up piece of paper. It's the missing part of the photo from the ofrenda, Héctor's face, which Miguel matches with.] Papá was a musician… when I was a little girl; He and Mamá would sing such beautiful songs... [continues talking as the Riveras listen]