THIS STORY IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS
DAD - MOM
As a child, I fantasized about having two sisters.
I dreamed about them. I saw them.
We even played, and I talked to them.
FORENSIC SERVICE
What I never imagined
is what seemed to be a dream come true would turn into a nightmare.
A swell of unanswered questions.
Who is Aleida?
Why did she know who I am?
What kind of perverse game of destiny separated us
to bring us back together 33 years later?
I'm sure you'll be asking yourself those questions too.
Who the fuck are you?
I'm Rebecca Fuentes.
They call me Becca.
And who is Aleida?
My sister.
And yours too.
TRIPTYCH
Drink up.
No.
I don't drink.
Of course.
How did you meet Aleida?
I only saw her once.
I almost crapped my pants.
I was rehearsing for a theater play when she appeared looking for me.
It was like having a fucking mirror in front of me.
Tamara?
I almost fell on my face.
I'm Aleida Trujano.
And then,
some of my cast friends arrived.
And I had to leave quickly.
Quickly?
What about Aleida?
-When I went back, she was gone. -I don't get it.
A woman you'd never seen before
and who could be your twin sister comes looking for you,
and stripteasing is more important to you?
I'm not a stripper.
I'm a performance artist.
She was your sister.
There were cops, okay?
Tamara Sánchez!
Some pigs that were looking for me were confusing me with a damn dealer.
Then what?
Well, nothing.
I didn't go back to live in the tenement
and never heard about Aleida Trujano again.
Until my birthday.
On March 9th.
How do you know…
Stupid question.
What happened that day?
I was celebrating with the cast,
and I got a call.
I don't know how she got my number, but she called me.
Officer, one question.
-How many were injured? -How many dead?
She sounded crazy.
I guess she was blowing clouds.
What did she say?
To meet her at a place in Polanco.
That it was a matter of life or death.
I got there
and saw police and ambulances all over the place.
When they put her in the ambulance, she was still alive.
So, I left before the police saw me.
-Where are you going? -Let me go with her.
-Hey! No. -Let me go!
No, you're staying here. Hey.
Enough! Hey.
You were there too?
What do you mean "too"?
I picked her up.
The patrolmen who shot her thought she was dead,
but when I went up for her body…
Okay, wait.
You said she was still alive.
Did you know Aleida died in the hospital?
Put that fucking bottle down, Tamara!
Run!
Fucking shit.
Where did that asshole go?
You know what you are to me?
You're unavoidable.
Why are you still here?
Why don't you go home to your wife and three children?
Leave before I ask you to stay.
And I never heard about Aleida Trujano again
until my birthday.
On March 9th.
What happened that day?
I got a call.
I don't know how she got my number, but she called.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
Hello?
Hi.
Who is this?
What are you doing here?
Good morning to you too.
Want some coffee?
May I come in?
I'm on my way to my AA meeting, remember?
You have one minute.
Don't get comfortable.
You got 40 seconds left.
I know you won't stop investigating those people.
And that nothing in the world will stop you from doing it.
Let me help you.
Help me? How?
Like last night?
No, last night was last night.
I'm speaking in strictly professional terms.
From one detective to another.
Really?
What about your career?
There are more important things.
Such as?
The fact you can't do this alone.
You at least need someone to cover your back.
Someone you can trust blindly.
I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself.
Where's this sudden interest coming from?
Because I love you.
We can't deny last night.
Last night was a mistake.
No, Becca.
Nothing good can come out of this.
I don't want to fall in love with you again.
-I don't want to be an idiot. -Becca.
I don't want to drink again.
Listen, calm down and we'll talk.
Relax.
Next time I won't only burn your car.
I'll burn down your house. I'll burn it all down, get it?
Get out.
I need to take this call.
-Who is it? -Go away.
-Let's finish the conversation. -Leave, damn it!
Hello?
I missed call from this number. Who is this?
CALLING
INCOMING CALL
Hey!
Tamara.
I'm not Tamara.
But I need you to help me find her.
What the hell?
Sorry.
I didn't see you.
You know I always wait for you here when I run out.
What?
I ran out of medicine.
Medicine?
What kind of medicine?
Stop playing dumb.
What are you on now?
Where are your dreadlocks?
Wait.
You're not…
I'm not who?
Bety?
ÁUREA INTERNATIONAL TALENT
Hi, Brenda.
Sir, good morning.
I need the head of IT security.
Of course, right away.
-I'll be in Mrs. Aleida's office. -Yes, sir.
I took a sample of Aleida's DNA
and compared it to mine.
Do you know what DNA is?
Deoxyribonucleic acid of genetic code.
Sorry.
The thing is, I've been investigating,
and apparently you've also been making inquiries.
Where the hell did you get that stuff?
Because you knew about Aleida's death.
That information was never revealed, and her family made sure no one found out.
I don't know about you…
but since I found out I had a sister,
I haven't had a single minute of peace.
I'm starting to understand things
I had never understood about me.
Like that sense of loneliness I always had as a child, like…
Like some kind of strange orphanhood.
A void.
This is why I want to know everything about you, me,
Aleida, about us, about our history.
About who we are.
Why were we separated as babies? I wanna know it all.
Look, Bety.
Frankly, I don't know what the fuck you're up to.
My name isn't Bety.
My name is Becca.
Whatever.
I don't give a fuck. I've lived 33 years without a sister.
I don't think I need one right now.
Come in.
-Hello. -Good morning.
Good morning.
Get me information about these two cell phone numbers.
Name and address of the owners.
Anything you can find.
Yes, sir. Excuse me.
Do you know if you were adopted?
No.
And I have no one to ask.
Your parents, do you have a way to contact them?
I never knew my dad.
And my mom, unless you're a medium,
I honestly think it'll be hard for you to contact her.
My mom…
Well, my adoptive mother…
told me
that our biological mother was a teenager
who got pregnant, but didn't want to…
Look, Bety,
I don't wanna sound like a bitch.
But frankly, I can't, and I don't want to help you.
My name isn't Bety.
-And I don't believe you. -Don't believe me, I don't give a fuck.
-Unless… -Unless what?
We all know Aleida Trujano was stinking rich, right?
I mean,
what if there was an inheritance or something?
How do you know Aleida was rich?
Give me a break.
You're telling me you didn't know?
Huh?
You're telling me all this drama
about looking for your long-lost twin sister
is for mere fucking sentimentalism?
Look, Bety--
I'm Becca, and don't ever call me that again.
Okay.
Chill.
Besides, what kind of name is Becca?
Enough with that shit.
What do you do for a living?
Besides stripping, are you a drug dealer?
What?
On my way in, I ran into a kid who thought I was you.
He told me he'd run out of medicine.
Kevin.
You sell drugs to a child?
Is that what you do?
What's up?
Walk my sister to the door.
She wants to leave.
Brother, how are you?
What's up?
-All good, and you? -All good too.
What's up?
Any news about Aleida?
She's still in Bangkok.
She told me she had a scouting with some potential investors.
Okay, Eugenio, enough.
I'll be straight with you.
I'm not going to lie, brother.
Things are about to explode.
And your wife hasn't had the courtesy to pick up any of my calls.
How can I watch your back?
Look.
I don't know if you know,
but Global Group is making covert purchases
with the support of two of our majority shareholders.
-I guess you know what that means. -They're planning a hostile purchase.
Exactly. So, if Aleida doesn't show up on Monday
at the board assembly to stop those assholes,
you'll lose control of Áurea.
There's no need to worry, Aleida will be at the board meeting.
Well, I hope so, brother.
Anyway.
When you talk to her, tell her I say hi.
Of course, I'll tell her.
See you in a bit.
No worries.
What's up?
You should knock first.
Sorry, but a girl came by.
She looked… She was practically identical to you.
Yes.
-She's a relative of mine, but she's gone. -Oh, I thought she was a cop.
She is.
Anything else?
Oh, my medicine.
Let's go.
Here you go, little bastard.
Whoa, wait.
The doctor said not to use it unless you have an attack or something.
Sorry, I wanted to see if this shit worked.
Don't waste it, kid.
Keep it up, and you'll have to find another dealer, okay?
That shit costs a fortune.
Thanks, Tamara.
Alright then.
Go pester somewhere else.
Quesada.
Do you have anything?
Yes, sir. I found her.
Miss.
Room and patient?
Room 307. Patient is Julia Bátiz.
REGISTRATION LOG
Ms. Julia Bátiz was discharged this morning.
Turn up the volume, please.
IN PROGRESS STATEMENT OF FACTS
Becca, what is it?
Do you really want to help me?
Yes.
What do you need?
I need you to help me find someone.
Of course. Do you want us to meet at your place in half an hour?
Yes. Thanks.
-Take it to my room, please, Mila. -Yes, doctor.
Oh, my girls.
Hello?
Yes?
Doctor, I'm Rebecca Fuentes from the DA Office.
We spoke a while ago.
Rebecca, please come in.
Julia!
Julia, open up!
I found out the truth!
Aleida?
That was Tamara.
That's right.
Hey.
Don't bother changing.
It's your lucky day.
You have a client in private room three.
He paid the maximum rate.
Go.
LABORATORY RESULTS
It's unbelievable.
How didn't it occur to me before?
What?
Look, Rebecca, I…
I wouldn't want to talk to you about Aleida.
-After all, she was my patient and-- -She was my sister.
You've no idea everything I've gone through since I saw Aleida.
My head is…
I have so many questions. I don't know…
I don't know how to explain.
I don't even know where to start.
And if you tell me you can't answer me,
for some reason or for some professional oath,
I'll go crazy.
Hi, da--