THIS STORY IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS
What was that?
I don't know.
-What's that? -Don't move. Let me check.
Fucking shit.
-Get away from the window. -What is it?
-Go to the kids' room and stay there. -What is it?
What the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy?
I'm crazy, but for you, asshole!
TRIPTYCH
What the fuck are you doing here?
You didn't even bother to hide that you broke into my desk drawer.
And I was very clear, this case is closed.
She's my sister.
Our DNA is identical.
I compared our DNA. Aleida and I are twin sisters.
Do you expect me to do nothing?
I need information.
Do you have any idea who this woman's family is?
They own hospital chains and the Humanis Vita Foundation.
So?
I need to find out.
No.
No, you won't investigate anything else.
-We're going to the DA's office right now. -Why?
It's an order.
That's why.
The attacker responsible for the events that took place in the Polanco building
has been fully identified.
Her name is Silvia Martínez Suárez.
-What? -Born in Guadalajara, Jalisco.
The aggressor, as you all know,
was killed by police officers.
She was a patient of Dr. Julia Bátiz,
the victim of the attack.
Days before the attack,
Mrs. Martínez was reported missing
by a Health Department mental institution.
Questions?
What's the state of Dr. Bátiz?
We have no detailed information, but the doctor is in stable condition.
At this moment, this is all we have.
I don't get it.
I don't understand where this Silvia Martínez came from.
How did they silence the witnesses?
These people aren't playing games, okay?
In more than 20 years in the police,
I've never seen them close a case so quickly.
Yes, it's clear they're powerful.
What should I do?
Just sit back? I just found out I have a sister.
You've lived 33 years not knowing you have a sister.
She died the second you met her. Move on.
No way, Humberto. Move on like it's nothing?
Strange things are happening.
I dream about her.
And everything I feel seems so real to me.
You're right, I…
I can't fully understand what you're going through. I'm sorry.
All I ask is for you to protect your career and mine.
All you care about is your fucking career, damn it.
You don't?
I care about my career. You don't give a damn about yours.
At this point, you should be detective.
If I hadn't had your back three months ago,
instead of being in Forensics, you'd be in jail.
You didn't cover my back.
You did it so your wife wouldn't find out about your lover.
You threw a Molotov cocktail inside my van.
You could've caused an explosion or burned down my house with my kids inside.
I was drunk.
I know it doesn't make it right. I know.
But I'm not who I was three months ago.
And now?
Now you're behaving like a sensible woman,
in sound judgment?
Look.
She's my sister.
I never met her.
My mother never told me about her.
At this point, I don't even know who I am.
I'll give you three days.
Sick leave.
But don't involve the DA in this.
What's that?
The results of a DNA test.
Now tell me I don't have a twin sister.
Why didn't you ever tell me, Mom?
I understand why you didn't when I was little,
but the other night?
It was an illegal adoption, Becca.
Your dad and I had been trying to adopt for years through normal channels
without success.
They never told us why.
Apparently, they didn't deem us fit to be parents.
A social worker
told me about a pregnant girl
who wanted to give her daughter up for adoption.
Daughters.
She never mentioned there was another girl.
Do you have my biological mother's name?
Or at least the social worker's?
Oh, sweetie.
People don't keep records of an illegal adoption.
Your dad and I could've gone to jail, get it?
I could still go to jail if anyone finds out.
You bought me?
Is that it?
How much did I cost?
No, sweetie.
That's not how it was.
It was a Thursday. I don't know why I remember that.
Your dad and I
had to drive to a place near The Ajusco,
where we agreed to do the swap.
I was terrified.
Her name is Rebecca.
She was born on March 9th.
But when
I saw that baby girl…
Take good care of her, please.
…all those years of waiting and despair,
went away.
And then, I knew you were mine.
That you were my baby.
My little miracle.
"My little miracle."
That's what Dad called me when I was little.
It's me, but it isn't me.
It's as if I am watching a movie where I'm the protagonist.
And, at the same time, the spectator.
I see myself
in places I've never been,
doing things I don't understand.
I can even feel what that other Aleida that isn't me is feeling.
Doctor Bátiz.
Eugenio.
Can we talk?
Thank you.
First, I need to apologize, doctor.
I am aware of my responsibility for what happened.
I understand. My condolences for Aleida.
Actually, I want to talk about her.
I know there's doctor-patient confidentiality.
But I…
Doctor…
I really need to talk to you about my wife.
Let's go to my room.
Thank you.
I know what I'm asking for is very difficult. I know.
But I'm sure we can count on your professionalism.
"We?"
My mother-in-law Pilar, and I.
It's not only about protecting the company
but also Aleida's memory.
I see.
So?
Can I count on your discretion?
I just want to know one thing, Eugenio.
Tell me.
What were you thinking
when you took Aleida from the clinic without my permission?
Bye.
CHAIRPERSON
Marifer.
Oh man.
What?
She moved.
I felt her here.
She moved.
Estelita heard me.
Don't call her Estelita.
-Why not? -I'm not naming her Estelita.
It may suit your mom, but I'm not naming my daughter that.
Hey, wait. What's wrong?
-"What's wrong?" -Relax.
"Relax?"
I miss you.
I want
things to be the way they used to be.
I want you to make love to me the way you did before…
she turned up.
And don't say there was no one while we were separated.
I know exactly why you came back. It was for the baby.
-What? -What are you trying to do?
Ridicule me?
No, Pilar. No.
Please listen.
I know, Pilar.
Please understand I have a responsibility
to the shareholders.
How do you think
the Management Committee will react if we tell the truth, Pilar?
We won't be able to maintain the lie of Aleida's trip much longer.
Telling the truth would be stupid.
You don't know the bunch of bullshit
that's being rumored around my daughter.
That she abandoned you for another.
That she was kidnapped.
That she's in a rehab center.
Please, the truth is somehow better
than the stories people are making up.
Are you serious?
Which of all the truths about Aleida seems better to you?
Tell me. You tell me.
You want to tell your friends from the club
that Aleida decided to walk out to the streets naked
and that's why we put her in a mental institution?
Or no, wait.
Tell them that when I took her out of the clinic, she ran away
and she was shot.
Because she was trying to kill her psychiatrist.
Eugenio, please.
I demand respect.
Forgive me, Pilar.
I'm sorry.
You shouldn't speak to me this way.
I didn't want to tell you this,
but I'm not handling the situation well, Pilar.
I need time to think how to handle this situation.
I don't know.
How much time?
Not much.
Please, keep me posted.
Good night, Eugenio.
I'm truly sorry.
Why did I take her out?
I'm imagining things.
Strange things are happening.
I dream about her. And everything I feel seems so real to me.
I took her out
because it was a special occasion. It was her birthday yesterday.
She turned 33.
My God, what did I do?
Mom, come.
Hi, sweetie!
You woke up?
Did you?
THE SLIPPER PLACE
OLYMPIA MEN'S CLUB AN INTIMATE PLACE
Alex!
No, Alex!
Alex!
What's really going on with Aleida?
You know you can count on me, no matter what, right?
-Of course. -Trust me. I'm all ears.
Yes.
Look, if you had to commit her, I understand.
I'm telling you because I myself had to commit Cynthia to rehab
when she had alcohol problems.
You know that.
That's it, isn't it?
What's worse?
Losing something you once had or something you never knew?
I'm blindly looking for an answer, a sign, a clue that takes me back to the origin.
That tells me who I am.
THE SLIPPER PLACE
My God!
It's you?
Come.
I never thought I'd see you again.
Where were you?
My Tami.
You've got to go.
Fucking whore, what are you doing here?
-No, stay out of this. -I'll kill you!
Go home!
I'm not Tamara!
I told you I'd kill you!
Let go of her!
-Why did you hit me? Fucking madwoman. -Sorry. No!
You bitch!
You fucking bitch. You'll pay for this, asshole!
Who are you, Tamara?
Becca!
They're alcohol-free.
And the chop suey you like.
Some things never change, huh?
Where are you going with this?
I don't know.
You don't know?
When I gave you two days,
I did it for you to calm down.
For you to think about the mess you could get into, not for this.
What happened to you?
Becca.
Becca, remember the building doorman?
He'd dead.
He died last night at Xoco Hospital without any explanation.
The receptionist that was shot in the shoulder…
She's dead?
Missing.
She resigned from the doctor's office, and no one knows where she is.
Apparently, you've also been doing your research.
Because I worry about you.
Can't you see?
Becca, anyone who could reveal
Aleida Trujano's identity is disappearing.
Aleida's mother and husband want to hide her death.
How do you know?
I heard them talking.
Eugenio Sáenz doesn't want the shareholders to know Aleida died
because, apparently,
he is taking her place as company chairperson.
You heard them?
How?
Are you spying on them?
Humberto, you asked me to stay away from the DA Office
and not to involve it in any of this. I'm doing my part.
Now I ask you to do your part.
You gonna tell me what happened?
Please don't.
Come in.
Thank you.
I forgot your name.
Antonio Quesada.
Private investigator.
I'll leave you my…
Thank you. Whiskey?
Please, Mr. Sáenz.
Eugenio is fine.
Of course, Eugenio.
To be honest, your call surprised me.
What can I do for you?
I'll be straight with you.
I know my wife hired you behind my back.
I need your silence.
Now you'll be working for me.
Thank you.
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