Coco

3.

MIGUEL (V.O.)

Music had torn her family apart,

but shoes held them all together.

(beat)

You see, that woman was my great-

great grandmother, Mamá Imelda.

TILT DOWN from the papel picado to the

OFRENDA ROOM - DAY

where a photo sits at the top of a beautiful altar. The

photo features MAMÁ IMELDA -- serious, formidable. She holds

a baby on her lap. Her husband stands beside her, but his

face has been torn away.

MIGUEL (V.O.)

She died WAY before I was born.

But my family still tells her story

every year on Día de los Muertos --

the Day of the Dead...

(beat)

And her little girl?

Fade from the face of the little girl to present day MAMÁ

COCO (97), a living raisin, convalescing in a wicker

wheelchair.

MIGUEL (V.O.)

She's my great grandmother, Mamá

Coco.

A boy (12) walks into frame and kisses her on the cheek.

This is our narrator, MIGUEL.

MIGUEL:

Holá, Mamá Coco.

MAMÁ COCO

How are you, Julio?

MIGUEL (V.O.)

Actually, my name is Miguel. Mamá

Coco has trouble remembering

things... But it's good to talk to

her anyway. So I tell her pretty

much everything.

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