Héctor?
Héctor
Kid?
Oh, Héctor! [They embrace each other.] You were right. I should have gone back to my family.
Héctor
Hey-- hey, hey...
They told me not to be like de la Cruz… [cries, drying his eye] But I didn't listen.
Héctor
Hey, it's okay...
I told them I didn't care if they remembered me. I didn't care if I was on their stupid ofrenda. [sobs quietly]
Héctor
Hey, chamaco, it's okay. It's okay.
I told them I didn't care. [sobs, Hector suddenly spasms, surging with gold light and falls to the ground, weakly.] Héctor! Héctor?
Héctor
She's... forgetting me.
Who?
Héctor
My daughter.
She's the reason... you wanted to cross the bridge.
Héctor
I just wanted to see her again. I never should've left Santa Cecilia. I wish I could apologize. I wish I could tell her that her papa was trying to come home… that he loved her so much. [long pause] My Coco.
Coco? [shows him the photo of Imelda, young Coco and the unknown man]
Héctor
Whe-Where did you get this?
That's my Mamá Coco. [points to Imelda] That's my Mamá Imelda. [points to the faceless father] Is that... you?
Héctor
We're...
...family? [smile at each other]
Héctor
I always hoped I'd see her again. That she'd miss me. Maybe put up my photo… but it never happened. You know the worst part? Even if I never got to see Coco in the living world, I thought at least one day I'd see her here. Give her the biggest hug. But she's the last person who remembers me. The moment she's gone from the living world...
...you disappear from this one. You'll never get to see her.
Héctor
Ever again. [long pause] You know, I wrote her a song once. We used to sing it every night at the same time, no matter how far apart we were. What I wouldn't give to sing it to her... one... last... time.
