Coco Page #7

MIGUEL:

Abuelita!

ABUELITA:

What are you doing here?

12.

MIGUEL:

Um...uh...

Miguel quickly packs away his shine rag and polishes.

Abuelita barrels up to the mariachi.

She hits his hat with her shoe and waves him away.

ABUELITA:

You leave my grandson alone!

PLAZA MARIACHI:

Doña, please -- I was just getting

a shine!

ABUELITA:

I know your tricks, mariachi!

(to Miguel)

What did he say to you?

MIGUEL:

He was just showing me his

guitar...

Gasps from the family.

TÍO BERTO

Shame on you!

Abuelita lords over the mariachi, shoe aimed directly between

his eyes.

ABUELITA:

My grandson is a sweet little

angelito querido cielito -- he

wants no part of your music,

mariachi! You keep away from him!

The mariachi scrambles away, snatching his hat off the

ground before he goes. Abuelita hugs Miguel protectively to

her bosom.

ABUELITA:

Ay, pobrecito! Estás bien, mijo?

She peppers him with kisses then releases him from the

embrace. He gasps for air.

ABUELITA:

(distressed)

You know better than to be here in

this place! You will come home.

Now.

13.

Abuelita turns toward home. Miguel sighs and gathers his

shine box. Then, seeing a flyer for the plaza "TALENT SHOW",

he can't help but pocket it. He follows Abuelita.

EXT. STREET - MOMENTS LATER

Miguel catches up to his family.

TÍO BERTO

How many times have we told you --

that plaza is crawling with

mariachis!

MIGUEL:

Yes, Tío Berto.

Dante ambles up to Miguel, sniffing and whining for a treat.

MIGUEL:

No, no, no!

Abuelita shoos him away.

ABUELITA:

Go away, you! Go!

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