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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. (STAMMERS) 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 Cheech's stories. Hey, it happens to everyone eventually. Come on, de la Cruzcito, you've got a contest to win.
Coco
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(GROANS) Ernesto, stop! Leave the boy alone. I've worked too hard, Hector. Too hard to let him destroy everything. HECTOR: He's a living child, Ernesto. He's a threat! (ECHOES) You think I'd let him go back to the Land of the Living with your photo? To keep 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 songs! - (ALL GASP) Murdered? I am the one who's willing to do what it takes to seize my moment. Whatever it takes.
Coco
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DE LA CRUZ: All of 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... (SIGHS) I have been looking up to you my whole life. You're the guy who actually did it!
Coco
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- (GASPS) Miguel? - Mama Imelda. What is going on? You the Rivera family? (COMPUTER EXPLODES) Well, you're cursed. - (ALL GASP) - What? Dia de los Muertos is the night to give to the dead. You stole from the dead! But I wasn't stealing the guitar. Guitar? It was my great-great-grandfather's. He would have wanted me to have it. Ah, ah, ah. We do not speak of that musician. He is dead to this family. MIGUEL: Uh, you're all dead. (SNEEZES) I am sorry. Whose alebrije is that? That's just Dante. He sure doesn't look like an alebrije. He just looks like a plain old dog. Or a sausage someone dropped in a barbershop. Whatever he is, I am (SNEEZES) terribly allergic. But Dante doesn't have any hair. And I don't have a nose, and yet, here we are. (SNEEZES) But none of this explains why I couldn't cross over. Oh! (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Coco