You promised you'd never leave, Héctor.
I know.
You broke your promise.
I know. I'm sorry.
An apology can't fix this.
I tried to come home, Imelda. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you.
You can't.
Imelda--
Go away, Héctor. I never want to see you again.
Imelda, please. Just listen.
Listen? To you? You left me alone. You kept extending your tour. You stopped sending letters. Coco cried herself to sleep thinking about you. I worried about you for years. You chose music and Ernesto over me.
I never chose music over you, mi amor.
What about Ernesto?
I tried to leave him. I missed you.
Apparently you didn't miss me enough.
Imelda, I--
Leave, Héctor.
But--
Just go away. You did it once, you can do it again.
I never meant to leave you forever, Imelda.
Well that's what you did. Now if you don't want me to hurt you, do it again.
Fine. As long as it makes you happy, I'll leave.
Good. Now get out.
But Imelda?
What?
I'll always love you. I hope you'll realize that one day.
I wouldn't count on it. Now, like I said before. Get. Out.
Sí, Imelda. If that's what you want.
It is. Get out.
...Of course, Imelda.