Coco2017

Corrections Officer:
Disturbing the peace... fleeing an officer... falsifying a unibrow...

Héctor:
That's illegal? [detaches his head and pats petals out]

Corrections Officer:
Very illegal. You need to clean up your act, amigo.

Héctor:
[screws his head back on] "Amigo"? Oh, that's-that's so nice to hear you say that, because... I have just had a really hard Día de Muertos and I could really use an amigo right now. [detaches his hands; they act like holding shoulders] And amigos... they help their amigos. [reattaches hands] Listen, you get me across that bridge tonight, and I'll make it worth your while. [spots a poster of Ernesto on the wall] 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-I-I'll get you backstage, you can meet him! You just gotta let me cross that bridge!

Corrections Officer:
I should lock you up for the rest of the holiday, but my shift's almost up and... I wanna visit my living family, so I'm letting you off with a warning. [gives Héctor a warning ticket, he snatches it]

Héctor:
Can I at least get my costume back?

Corrections Officer:
Uh... no.

Héctor:
Ohh! [stomps past Miguel] Some amigo... [crumples the warning ticket]

Miguel:
[catches up to him] Hey, hey! You really know de la Cruz?

Héctor:
Who wants to–? [notices him and shrieks] Ay! You're alive!

Miguel:
Shh!! [takes him inside a phone booth to hide] Yeah, I'm alive and I want to get back to the Land of the Living, I need de la Cruz's blessing.

Héctor:
That's weirdly specific.

Miguel:
He's my great-great-grandfather.

Héctor:
[completely dumbstruck] He's your gr-gr-gr– Wh-what?! [his eyeballs drop into his mouth]

Miguel:
Eww.

Héctor:
[pushes his eyeballs back into place] Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait. [gasps] Wait, no, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wai-wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait. [gasps again] Yes! You're going back to the Land of the Living!

[They exit the phone booth]

Miguel:
You know what? Maybe this isn't such a good...

Héctor:
No! [snaps fingers, stops him] Niño, niño, niño! I-I can help you, you can help me. We can help each other. [Miguel can see Imelda and the dead Riveras behind him] But most importantly, you can help me!

Imelda:
MIGUEL!

Miguel:
Ah!

Héctor:
I'm Héctor. [extends his hand]

Miguel:
Uh... that's nice! [grabs his arm and runs]