THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY ACTUAL EVENTS
-[dramatic sting] -[alarm wailing]
[woman] When an idea is carefully nurtured,
it grows and takes on a life of its own.
But what happens when a destructive idea settles in the mind?
It may be merely imperceptible at first,
just a microscopic germ.
The malevolent idea feeds on the person's mind.
It multiplies.
It devours everything around it.
Everything good that fought against it.
Willpower, empathy,
kindness, felicity.
All of the good healthy qualities of the person disappear
as they are devoured by its insatiable appetite.
At this point,
the parasite has outgrown the host's capacity for healthy coexistence.
And that's when…
[muffled] You can't go up, Ms. Aleida.
…everything explodes.
The person that once was
-doesn't exist anymore. -[elevator chimes]
And in her place…
a monster.
She feels cornered and afraid.
Like a rabid animal. Furious.
Violent.
[glass shatters]
[dramatic music playing]
And here we are.
-[woman gasps] -You're coming with me. Let's go!
[woman] Calm down.
Stay calm.
Please just drop the gun.
-You shut the hell up! -[sirens wailing]
-[man 1 yells] -That's it. Keep pressure on it.
That's right. Hang in there, sir! We've got you. Hang in there.
-[cop 1] Where's the shooter? -We need an ambulance!
-We're going. Don't worry. -She's upstairs! She's with the doctor!
-What doctor? Where? -She's out of her mind!
She has a gun! Please get up there!
Upstairs! Hurry! She's got a gun! She's gonna kill the doctor!
Aleida, just relax.
Put the gun down.
-Let's talk. -Just don't talk!
-Move. Hurry up! Come on! -[woman whimpers]
[dramatic music continues]
-Stay there! Stay where you are! -[cop 1] Hands over your head!
Don't you goddamn move.
-Okay, relax. -[Aleida] I swear, I'll shoot you.
-[cop 1] Look, relax. -Don't screw around!
Okay, it's all good.
[Aleida] Guns on the ground!
Get up the stairs. Move!
Go.
Move it!
-Go! Don't stop, or I'll shoot you. -[woman groaning]
[Aleida breathing heavily]
Move it! Hurry up!
Keep going.
Don't stop. I'll shoot.
[woman breathing shakily, sniffles]
Calm down, Aleida.
Shut it!
Shut up and walk.
Yeah, keep walking.
[groans]
Calm down, calm down.
[sirens wailing in the distance]
[dramatic music continues]
[tires screech]
-[cop 3] Captain Solana. -What do we know about the shooter?
It's Dr. Julia Bátiz's patient.
She spent the last three months in a psych ward after a psychotic break.
-Do we have communication? -[cop 3] Not yet, sir.
The team had to hold back because she had the doctor at gunpoint.
-[patrol] Ortega, come in. -[Ortega] Excuse me, sir.
This is Ortega. Go ahead.
Sir, the suspect took the hostage up to the roof.
Aleida, don't do this.
It's not too late. I'm on your side. Believe me.
[breathing shakily] I'll kill you, then I'll kill myself.
No.
Look at me.
Look at me, and pull yourself together.
I know you remember how.
Just breathe.
Take a deep breath,
and repeat after me.
Ninety-nine.
Ninety-eight.
Ninety-seven.
Ninety-six.
Ninety-five.
Shut it! Stop fucking counting!
I don't want to hear another word out of you.
-Don't talk. -[mobile vibrating]
Why don't you talk, Aleida?
This is your opportunity.
[tense music playing]
-[Aleida] Hmm? -Doctor Bátiz, you all right?
[Aleida] No, the doctor is not all right.
And she'll be worse if you don't do what I say.
I'm listening.
[Aleida] I want a TV crew here.
I want reporters.
All right, television.
[Aleida] Cameras! Get the fucking press and reporters here!
You've got five minutes. Make it happen, asshole.
[tense music continues]
Okay, okay, okay.
Radio.
[dramatic sting]
Have you got a shot?
[sniper breathes deeply]
Distance, 75 meters.
You're gonna tell them everything.
You can. You have all the power right now. They'll listen.
Aleida, I'm on your side.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. [breathes shakily]
When you have a clean shot, take it.
[Julia] Breathe, Aleida.
TACTICAL POLICE
[sobbing]
You can trust me.
[sniper breathing heavily]
Hostage is blocking my shot.
[helicopter blades whirring]
[cop 4] Put your weapon down!
This is the Federal Police. You're surrounded!
Drop your weapon, and lie face down on the ground!
[Julia breathing shakily]
[sniper breathing deeply]
[sniper] I have the shot.
No, don't shoot!
[dramatic music playing]
-Drop your weapon down! Drop it now! -[cop 2] Hands up!
[cop 1] Drop it!
[dramatic music continues]
It all happened so fast.
I heard a shot and saw the doctor go down.
[reporter] Can we get a shot of this?
We instructed the suspect to drop her weapon,
but she raised it at us.
So, I fired.
[stretcher clanking]
-Doctor, how is she? -[indistinct chatter over radio]
Will Aleida be all right?
[sirens wailing faintly]
Get going.
[indistinct chatter over radio]
-Ma'am, how many dead people? -[Solana] Good, file it.
Fuentes, they're up on the roof. I'll be there soon.
[Rebecca] Forensics.
FORENSIC SERVICE
-[sirens continue faintly] -[gentle music playing]
[doorman muffled] Sorry, you can't go in there, Ms. Aleida.
[cop 2] Where's the shooter?
[indistinct, muffled chatter]
[woman] Hurry! She's out of her mind! She's got a gun!
DO NOT CROSS
[indistinct chatter continues]
["Slowly" by Martha Bean & Juggernaut Kid playing]
[sirens continue faintly]
♪ I'm ♪
♪ Gonna find you ♪
♪ I'm ♪
♪ Gonna find you ♪
[straining]
Rebecca. [whimpers]
[Rebecca breathing shakily]
She's alive!
Who are you?
How do you know my name?
No. No, no, no, no, no.
Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me.
Please don't go. Don't die. Don't die. Don't you dare die now.
Where the hell are the paramedics, for fuck's sake? She's dying!
-[Solana] She's alive? -[Rebecca] Don't die. Please. No.
[sobbing] Don't go, don't go. Stay with me. Stay here, stay here.
-[Solana] Come here. -[Rebecca] No!
-Let them work. Come! -Let go of me! Don't touch me! Get away!
-Stop! Stop! -[Rebecca groans, sobs]
-Are you family? -No.
Becca… Becca, do you know her?
No, I've never seen her before in my life.
[Rebecca continues breathing shakily]
Get moving!
Don't stand around! Transport the patient!
Move it!
Move, asshole!
She knows my name.
[breathes deeply]
She knows who I am.
[dramatic sting]
A NETFLIX SERIES
[opening theme music playing]
TRIPTYCH
-[telephone ringing] -[indistinct chatter]
[rattling]
[indistinct chatter continues]
You okay, Becca?
Maybe you should get some sleep.
How is she?
[sighs]
She was in surgery all night.
Last I heard, she's…
in intensive care, at the same hospital as the doctor.
Mmm. [sniffles]
What do we know about her?
Aleida Trujano, 32 years old.
Married three years ago. Turns out…
this doctor Julia Bátiz is her shrink.
And in December, she was hospitalized.
December?
Why? What happened?
Some sort of psychotic break.
I don't have too many details. It's confidential.
And check this out.
Before she landed in hospital,
Aleida Trujano was the big-shot president
of an international high-level executive head-hunting firm.
[Rebecca] Mmm.
I want to be there for the interrogation.
No way that's happening.
I have to talk to her.
You're not a detective.
-[Ortega] Captain Solana. -[Rebecca sighs]
The shooter's husband is here.
Eugenio Sáenz.
[Solana] Thanks.
-[Rebecca sighs] -I can't.
[exhales]
[Eugenio] She's my wife.
Shit, come on. I don't know whether you're married or not,
but how would you feel seeing your wife locked up in a mental institution?
What was she hospitalized for?
She had herself admitted.
[gentle music playing]
So, apparently, you requested her release
even though it went against the recommendation of her psychiatrist
Julia Bátiz.
Is that right?
What exactly are you saying? [chuckles]
[Solana] Nothing, sir. Nothing at all. I'm just gathering evidence.
Details relevant to the investigation.
[Eugenio] Sir, my wife is in intensive care.
I need to go to the hospital. You're wasting my time.
Mr. Sáenz, I only have a few more questions.
Please, have a seat.
Go ahead.
Why exactly did you take her out of the hospital?
Exactly.
Because yesterday was a special day. It was her birthday.
She turned 33.
[Solana] Thanks for coming Mr. Sáenz. I hope your wife makes a full recovery.
Thank you.
[Solana] So what do you think?
Do you think this bastard is hiding something?
[Rebecca breathes deeply]
Humberto, can we talk?
[gentle music playing]
My office?
No.
No, not here.
Your place?
[telephone rings]
[Marifer] Boys, what did I say? Don't run. Walk, please.
Hey, what a surprise!
-Hi, guys! Hey! -Dad, I won the gold.
-[Solana] What? Seriously? -[kid 1] Yeah!
That's awesome. Congratulations.
He's our little champion. You should've seen him.
-I broke the block in three. -[Solana] No. Did you really?
[Marifer] He sure did. I couldn't believe it.
[Solana] Congratulations, son. I wish I'd been there.
-Hello, love. -Hello. How's it going?
-[Solana] Great. -[kisses]
We came to see if you wanted to pick up some burgers
and help us celebrate.
I definitely want burgers. You hungry?
-Sorry. -[kids] Yeah!
-He's ours now. -[Solana chuckles]
[Rebecca] Hmm. Mmm.
-All right. Fuentes, we'll talk later. -[Marifer] Let's go.
-Anytime, Captain. -[Solana] Sure.
-Who's having a double-burger? -[Marifer] Or a triple?
[telephone ringing]
Hi, my name is Rebecca Fuentes. I'm a detective.
I need a room number for Aleida Trujano.
[monitor beeping]
[tender music playing]
[Aleida sobbing] Rebecca.
Aleida.
Aleida, I know you can hear me.
Don't die, please.
I need to know who you are.
I need to know who we are.
[woman] Eugenio.
Doctor Ugalde wants to speak with you.
[monitor beeping]
-[Eugenio breathes shakily] -What's wrong?
No. Nothing. Uh…
[tender music playing]
Hi!
Happy birthday, darling daughter.
[moans, chuckles softly]
How was your special day?
What's wrong? What is it?
I think we'd better talk.
Okay. What's going on?
[woman clears throat]
[exhales]
Oh.
Wow, is that you?
You're beautiful.
Aleida Trujano?
I don't understand. What is all this?
I was hoping you'd explain it to me.
Not only are we identical…
yesterday was her 33rd birthday too.
Coincidence?
Don't you think that I'm old enough for you to come clean with me about it?
About what?
The secrets you've been keeping.
Like the twin sister you never bothered to tell me about.
Have you been drinking, Becca?
No, I haven't had a drink in three months.
I'm trying to understand why there's a woman who looks just like me
lying in a hospital, and we happen to have the same birthday.
Why didn't I know about her? What could've happened?
Was I switched at the hospital? Or…
Was there a second daughter that you gave up?
For God's sake!
What are you saying?
This is just ridiculous!
I didn't give away a daughter!
Well, you must know something.
Something that explains who she is or…
or why there are no pictures of you pregnant with me.
You're not in your right mind, Rebecca.
-Hey. Hey, I'm not drunk. -I don't believe you.
Let me smell. Let me smell!
I haven't had a drop of alcohol!
But you just gave me the perfect excuse to. [whimpers]
There it is, hmm?
You blame me for your drinking. Huh?
You're an alcoholic because of me. Is that it?
Well, that's not my fault.
When will you take responsibility for your actions?
I'm trying to do that.
Trying to take responsibility for this illness
that I didn't want and isn't my fault.
It would help to know about my past.
Listen, Rebecca.
Why don't you look up your AA sponsor?
Or someone else you can talk to about this?
But just leave me out of it!
[doorbell rings]
Oh, your aunt and uncle are here.
We won't have another show tonight, will we?
Because your behavior the last time was horrible.
[Rebecca exhales]
[Rebecca] Just the vodka, please.
Thank you.
Hello.
EXPRESS STORE
[suspenseful music playing]
[keys jingle]
[door hinge creaks]
[suspenseful music continues]
[doorbell buzzes]
-[man] Police haven't released details… -Yeah?
…as to a possible motive for the attack.
Officers exchanged gunfire with the shooter,
who is reported to have been hit multiple times.
The suspect died as a result of her injuries.
The suspect's identity has not been made public,
but we have learned that the woman was recently hospitalized
for psychiatric treatment.
According to witnesses, the attacker burst in with a firearm,
seriously injuring the janitor and a secretary.
Minutes later, the police arrived at the scene…
[somber music playing]
[woman echoing] Her name is Rebecca.
She was born March 9th.
-[man sucks teeth] -[woman 2 breathes shakily]
There are two donor specimens. I need to know if they're related.
[soda fizzes]
-So what do you say? -I don't understand.
You have the best lab in the country at your disposal.
Why don't they do it?
Because I want you to.
As a favor to me.
[chuckles]
Okay.
[chuckles]
[gentle music playing]
[sighs]
When will you take responsibility for your actions?
[Rebecca] I'm trying to do that.
Trying to take responsibility for this illness
that I didn't want and isn't my fault.
[sighs]
[breathes deeply]
["Just You" by James Warburton & Jade Pybus playing]
♪ I turn the lights down low ♪
♪ Lay on my back And I think of you ♪
♪ I listen to my heart Beating in my chest ♪
♪ And I think of you… ♪
[both breathing heavily]
♪ Just you… ♪
I hope I don't have to remind you of my birthday next year, huh?
♪ It's you… ♪
-I'll never forget again. -Mm-hmm.
Never.
♪ You that I need Just you… ♪
Never ever?
I'm promising.
♪ You that I want Just you ♪
I'll spend the rest of your birthdays with you.
I'm not asking for anything.
Don't make promises.
I've decided to leave Marifer.
You've more or less lived at my house for four months. [exhales]
[Solana] You and I are the only ones who know that.
Don't you think Marifer knows you've been with me?
Things with Marifer and I are complicated.
-What's so complicated? -[Solana sighs]
You've been separated for months.
You said the kids are fine,
and they both seem to have adjusted to the situation.
Leave the kids out of the conversation. It's not about them.
You're being so unfair.
Unfair to her, unfair to me, and really unfair to the kids.
Just be honest.
I don't want a divorce.
[Rebecca sniffles]
Marifer is pregnant.
[Solana] In December, she was hospitalized.
[Rebecca] December? Why, what happened?
[Solana] Some sort of psychotic break.
[dramatic sting]
[dramatic bell tolls]
[car door opens]
[suspenseful music playing]
[music building]
[music halts]
[music continues]
[music building]
[car alarm wailing]
[inhales]
[sighs]
[tires screech]
Aleida!
-Eugenio, call the fire department. -What happened?
-The house is on fire. -What?
[phone vibrating]
[sighs]
Mmm.
[woman] Aleida Trujano?
We don't have any patients registered under that name.
That's impossible. I saw her here yesterday.
Look, try entering it again, please. Aleida Trujano.
[computer chimes]
No.
-Sorry, nothing. -[Rebecca] Hmm.
-Fuentes. Let's go. -[Rebecca] What're you doing here.
Are you following me?
No, no, no, no, no, wait a minute.
I was talking to that woman.
I was asking about Aleida Trujano,
and she says there's no one in the system under that name.
-Come on. -Can you explain how this makes sense?
Because I don't understand how she was here yesterday,
and today's she's not in the system.
[Solana] How was your AA meeting?
[Rebecca] My meeting?
I didn't go.
Why don't you tell me what's going on?
[Solana sighs]
Aleida Trujano's dead.
[somber music playing]
[Rebecca scoffs]
[telephone ringing]
Whatcha' doin'?
Closing the case.
You can't be serious.
The investigation?
It's been shut down.
Seems the family doesn't want the police involved.
But come on. They erased any record of her at the hospital.
That's pretty suspicious, right?
Not really.
I identified the body, and the report was normal.
The woman took three bullets to the thorax.
No way. You yourself said that the husband--
Becca, the case is closed.
Those are the orders from upstairs.
Well, I don't get it. I don't get any of this.
How can you just accept it?
[sighs, sucks teeth]
[drawer rattles]
[Solana sighs]
[exhales]
Remember, you can only keep working here
on the condition that you attend AA meetings regularly.
You haven't gone in days, have you? [sighs]
Leave now, and you can make today's meeting.
[sighs]
[ominous music plays]
[dramatic music playing]
[man] Evening, ma'am.
[door hinge creaks]
[dramatic music continues]
[drawer thuds]
[folders flapping]
[drawer thuds shut]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[sirens wailing in the distance]
[dramatic music continues]
[Julia] No, don't shoot!
-[Ortega] Drop your weapon! Drop it now! -[cop 2] Hands up!
[helicopter blades continue whirring]
[Rebecca echoing] Who are you? How do you know my name?
Where the hell are the paramedics, for God's sake? She's dying!
[sirens continue wailing]
Hmm.
WE REMEMBER PILAR MANCERA…
10 EXECUTIVE MOMS SHOW US IT CAN BE DONE
-[doorbell buzzes] -[sighs]
[chair legs screech]
Yeah?
Hi, come in.
-Hey there. -Howdy.
-So? -[inhales]
Rebecca…
you were wrong.
Why?
You said there were two donors.
Look.
The two samples you gave me have the same DNA.
Either they come from the same person,
or they're from identical twins.
[dramatic music playing]
[monitor beeping faintly]
[Aleida] I'm not crazy.
I swear on my son's life.
Just leave Alex out of this.
You don't believe me, do you?
My love, your doctor says this is necessary.
Yes, I know what she says.
I know.
I'm not schizoid.
[sniffles]
I don't have three personalities.
And if you don't believe me, I'll prove it.
[dramatic music continues]
[grunts]
[sighs deeply]
[clanking]
[dramatic music playing]
[camera shutter clicks]
[drawer slams shut]
[exhales]
-[Solana] Good morning. -Good morning, sir.
-You seen Fuentes? -She's not here. She called in sick.
[suspenseful music playing]
[priest] Lord, these are the ashes of your daughter
who fell asleep hopeful for her resurrection by your side
for life eternal.
We beg you, Lord, to comfort those
who knew her and loved her in this life.
And assure them
that in the next life,
she will find peace at last.
-["Slowly" playing] -♪ Slowly, so slowly ♪
♪ It all falls into place ♪
-♪ We venture out… ♪ -[sobbing]
♪ Through the darkest bounds of space… ♪
[music builds]
[dramatic sting]
[breathes deeply]
[exhales]
[sniffles]
♪ I'm ♪
♪ Gonna find you ♪
♪ I'm ♪
♪ Gonna find you ♪
♪ I'm ♪
♪ Gonna find you… ♪
[music builds]
[song fades]
♪ Slowly ♪
♪ So slowly ♪
["Slowly" continues]
[song fades]
THIS FILM WORK DOES NOT INTEND TO PORTRAY ANY ACTUAL EVENT OR PERSON.