THIS STORY IS BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS
DRS. JASSO/ERIVES
-Come. -Tell Dad, "Come to the pool with us."
-Let's see. -Geno, get in the water with us, come.
Who are those girls, Becca?
-They're my sisters. -Your sisters?
-Yes. -You have sisters?
-What are their names? -I don't know. I don't know them.
TRIPTYCH
FORENSIC SERVICES SECTOR IV-FDS
FORENSIC SERVICE
DO NOT CROSS
Focus on finding evidence
that links the victim with Eugenio Sáenz.
With his family, with his company, his contacts.
Anything.
Yes, Commander.
What are you doing?
I'm trying to reach Tamara, but she won't pick up, damn it.
-Be careful there. -Yes.
I'll go first.
There.
Okay.
Take her to Valle while I figure out how to fix this mess.
Yes, sir.
For fuck's sake!
I never should've let her go back there.
Becca, whoever did this could've tapped your phone.
They must've intercepted the location Beatriz sent you.
Shit!
What?
I know about the experiment.
I know why you killed my sister.
Beatriz Fonseca told me everything.
Fucking Nazi, son of a bitch!
Fuck!
This is all my fault. I gave her away.
-No! -No, wait, Becca. Hey!
Fuentes!
Hey!
Fuentes.
Fuentes!
Hey!
Where are you going?
I can't leave her alone in the hands of a psychopath.
Precisely, you can't go put yourself in the hands of that bastard.
Becca.
Becca, following your impulses has never led you to any good.
-I can't just leave her there. -Let's finish this. We'll go together.
I'll go with you. We'll go get Tamara, okay?
-I'll go with you. -Commander, we found something.
I'll be right there.
What is that?
This isn't an employee's badge.
It seems to be a visitor's pass.
Yes, it's still valid.
That's right.
Fuentes, look at this.
Fuentes.
Aleida?
Aleida Trujano drunk?
But it was so weird, Laura,
she didn't even drink that much.
I've never seen her behave like this.
I don't know, she was…
different.
Different? How?
As if she was someone else.
I don't know. I didn't recognize her.
This is so disgusting! Fuck!
This is raw fish. Damn, it's disgusting!
You know what? You drank a bit too much. I think that's enough.
-Let's take you to bed. Come. -Oh, yes, I want to fuck.
Want to join us?
Don't go. I love you.
Aleida. Hey!
Hey.
Hey! What's going on?
Do you think…?
Nothing, forget it. It's nonsense.
What?
That this woman
isn't Aleida?
I don't know, maybe Eugenio found a woman very similar to her.
Let's see, I mean…
She wasn't similar.
She was identical.
But even so…
If Aleida went crazy
or has problems with alcohol or drugs,
that means the board could challenge--
It could challenge any decision
or document she has signed. Exactly.
Don't talk to anyone about this.
-See you in a while. -Okay.
Eugenio, what's wrong?
Is Aleida all right?
It's over.
Aleida left me.
What?
She's gone. She left me.
What's worse is I saw it coming.
Well…
It's only alcohol, right?
Last night, her behavior was…
It's something worse, isn't it, Eugenio?
Hey, brother. Sorry if my question is harsh,
but has she gone crazy or what?
I think it's all the opposite, man.
I lied to you.
What do you mean?
Aleida never went on a trip.
Then what happened? Where did she go?
Aleida…
left me for a woman.
Oh, fuck!
Fucking asshole!
Fuck you!
Asshole!
-What about her trip to the East, Eugenio? -It was a lie, man!
The three months she was AWOL she was living with another woman.
-She confessed it to me last night. -No. Eugenio. Your wife has gone crazy.
Is she under psychiatric treatment or something?
She couldn't be saner.
-Leaving me in charge of the company… -No.
…has to do with her new lifestyle.
You're not seeing things clearly, Eugenio. Listen to me!
The woman I saw last night was totally--
You saw a woman who's been repressed all her fucking life!
The booze made her show her true colors!
She told me that…
last night,
before she left.
Mom!
-Mom! -What?
What's wrong?
Mom, you need to leave.
Grab all your stuff,
documents, money, the most important things.
I need to speak with Pilar. Where's your phone?
Calm down. I don't understand. What's going on?
Mom, I need you to grab your stuff, only what's important.
We need to get out of town for a few days.
-Right now? -No, first I need to find Tamara.
Becca, calm down! I'm not going anywhere
until you explain what's going on.
They killed Beatriz Fonseca!
Eugenio caught us.
I've no idea where Tamara is, and some guys shot at me.
Are you okay?
-My goodness! -Yes, Mom, I'm fine.
I don't think we should've trusted Pilar. Maybe she gave us away.
Did you read the magazine I gave you?
No, Mom, not now. We need to go.
Sweetie, it could be important.
It may be connected to what you're looking for.
Wait!
-What are you talking about? -It's on my phone. Wait.
Okay now.
-Oh, Mom! Sorry. -Let's see.
It's in files. That one, there.
Yes, there.
Okay, the article talks about an experiment
conducted in the 60s with some triplets.
It seems they were separated at birth.
Neither them nor their adoptive parents knew about the existence of the others.
What was the point of that?
Well, keep reading.
I kept looking into it and this is what I found.
-What? -Here it is.
DR. THOMAS MEYER
It's the picture of the doctor who ran the experiment with the triplets.
Take a good look, Becca!
It's the same man in the picture that Pilar showed us.
Can't you see?
Eugenio is coming to get us.
Julia, he may be after you too. We need to hide.
Yes, I know a place where we'll be safe.
Is Tamara with you?
No, I came with my mom. Can you take her while I find Tamara?
Of course, just give me a few minutes to take care of some things.
Yes.
-Don't take too long. -No.
I can't believe Aleida didn't tell you about this.
That she never told you about us.
And that you made her believe she was hallucinating.
Of course, unless all this has to do with--
Unless I colluded with Eugenio to admit her to the clinic.
That's what you were going to say, right?
-Let's go. -What happened?
Don't ask, Mom. Let's go.
What did the doctor tell you?
-Come. Come on. -What happened?
Mom, lend me your phone.
-What for? -Just give it to me.
Here.
You shouldn't be this way.
-Hello? -Humberto, it's me.
-Becca? Where the hell…? -No, please, just listen to me.
I need your help.
We can't trust Julia Bátiz.
It didn't dawn on me until I saw Julia
had removed Dr. Meyer's picture from her office.
So, she worked with that doctor too?
Yes.
And she was probably involved in the experiment with Eugenio's dad.
And Pilar also.
Pilar showed us a picture of her husband and Eugenio's dad with that doctor.
To fool us, Mom.
Just like this whole clone thing and the false evidence at the hospital,
it was all to mislead us.
I don't get it. What could they be hiding?
I don't know!
I don't know, but Aleida knew.
So, they locked her up.
That's why she attacked Julia.
There's no record of her death.
They might've killed her like they killed Beatriz.
Ready.
Ortega will take you to one of the agency's safe houses.
Please, take my mom.
I won't leave without Tamara.
Take care of yourself, please.
Everything will be okay.
I mean it, take care.
Don't worry.
Don't worry, Dolores,
I'll bring your daughter to you as soon as we find Tamara.
I hope so.
Let me know.
Of course, Commander. Don't worry.
DISTRICT 03 POLICE - MEXICO CITY
They'll track Tamara's phone.
They'll call me when they have it.
-What's that? -Mom's phone, I didn't give it back.
She's gone.
-Hello? -Lola? It's Tamara, Becca won't pick up.
Cancel the track.
THREE BUSINESS TEACHINGS BY ALEIDA TRUJANO
Honestly, I did.
I also looked into Aleida as you did.
But when I didn't know what to do,
I tried to find a way to benefit from this shit.
That's how Quezada came onto the scene.
HAIRDOS, DIES, HIGHLIGHTS, HAIRCUT, PERM
He's the one who took me to Eugenio.
What do you want?
We agreed I'd give him a cut of the money I got from him.
And?
What went wrong?
I don't know.
But I've never been so drunk in my fucking life.
I didn't drink that much.
Last night?
Interesting, huh?
I don't even know what I did or said. I don't know what happened, but…
This morning, I went downstairs…
Good morning.
Thanks to your scene, everything went down the fucking drain.
We'll need to change the plan.
What scene?
I can only remember your friends yesterday
and that posh chick's squeaky voice.
For fuck's sake.
You put something in my drink.
Of course not!
You'll have to disappear! And I don't know for how long, okay?
What do you mean disappear?
Disappear. Quezada will take you to a house I have in Valle de Bravo.
You'll stay there until I get you.
-You're sending me to the country house? -Yes.
-With that guy? -Yes.
No.
I'm not going. No way, asshole!
You're in no position to challenge me.
What about my cash?
You have the company now, but I'm still missing half a million.
Enough with your bullshit!
-The first thing I thought… -Ma'am!
…was I could easily crack their necks, but no.
-Let me go! -Easy!
-You're a son of a bitch! Let me go! -Relax.
Let me go!
I passed out.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes inside the trunk of a fucking car.
But they didn't tie my hands or take away my phone.
Such idiots.
Such rookies, I mean it.
I tried to find a way to open the trunk, but the car stopped.
So, I took the key and left.
Tamara, are you sure Eugenio or his thug don't know this place?
Fuck, of course not.
If the Tepito Union didn't find me, these assholes won't.
The Tepito Union?
The owners of the meth lab you burned down?
Those bastards killed Brandon!
Did you expect me to do nothing?
Brandon?
Yes, Brandon.
Kevin's older brother.
Why do you think he lives with me?
That's why I can't go back home.
You believed the story I was a drug dealer, huh?
I know so little about you. I hope we have the chance to--
Don't start with the cheesy twin sisters' story.
Why not tell me what you found in the hospital?
You shouldn't have sedated her.
God knows what she thought waking up in the trunk.
I did what I had to do, sir. She would've run away.
She did run away.
If they doubted me before, now her sister and the police
will be convinced I'm a fucking mobster.
Doctor, what should I do with the photomontage?
Delete it. We won't be needing it anymore.
It's over, Mila.
Surely Rebecca knows the whole truth.
Who is this dude?
Is he the Nazi?
No, it's Dr. Meyer.
He's a psychiatrist who was doing experiments
with twins and triplets in the US.
Did he clone us?
Listen, Tamara, forget about the clones and the Nazis.
This is serious.
Damn!
If what I'm thinking turns out to be true,
many things could be explained.
Such as why we were separated.
Why Aleida was given up for adoption in an American agency in New York.
Why we were studied since we were little.
Becca, I think you're speculating.
The death of Aleida and of our parents could have something to do with this.
I mean, you base your theory on a housewife's magazine?
Yes, it makes more sense
than that clone and Nazi story they made up to mislead us.
Yes.
And it's also more boring.
Well, enough of this. Let's go to sleep.
Tomorrow will be a long day.
Do you have a mattress or somewhere for me to sleep?
No.
But the bed is big enough, daddy.
Wouldn't you like your twin sister fantasy to come true?
HUMANIS VITA FOUNDATION
Who are they?
They're my sisters.
-You have sisters? -Yes.
What are their names?
Hello?
Tell me, what happened?
Humberto?
Tomorrow morning.
That's right.
Are you sure it's necessary?
Don't you think we're overreacting?
I've got to go.
We'll talk tomorrow.
Marifer?
Yes, Marifer.
What is it?
Beto has a bit of a fever, nothing serious.
What's wrong, Fuentes?
Can't sleep?
May I know where we're going?
To a police safe house.
My mom will be waiting for us there.
Cool.
What about Pilar?
What about her?
I think we should take her with us or at least let her know.
No, it's too risky.
You haven't spoken to her, have you?
No.
I think it's shitty not to tell her after all her help.
Listen, Tamara, we don't know if she helped.
She may have told Eugenio about Beatriz Fonseca.
No.
The poor woman is as much a victim as all of us in this shit.
What makes you so sure?
I didn't even get to see her.
Eugenio took care of the cremation.
And I couldn't say goodbye to my daughter.
She didn't get to say goodbye to Aleida.
She never saw her dead.
Didn't she see her at the hospital?
Nope.
Eugenio cremated her in a rush and didn't even let her know.
Didn't you say they were both there when you handed him the body?
No.
I said Eugenio was there. I never mentioned Pilar.
Why did you take her?
Because I wanted her to be safe in Valle de Bravo.
While I took care of the mess she got me into with Rogelio.
She couldn't have vanished just like that.
Have you asked Rebecca?
She's missing too.
She won't pick up the phone and hasn't gone back home.
I don't like this at all.
What if one of them talks to the police?
No.
This is my mother-in-law, Pilar Trujano.
Commander Moreno. He's an expert in private security.
Julio Moreno, at your service.
-It's a pleasure. -He'll help us find them.
He needs you to tell him
what you spoke about with Tamara and Rebecca.
Tamara, don't expect much from this place we're going to, ok?
Safe houses aren't exactly nice.
Wow, this is mind-blowing!
It is, actually.
It looks like a drug-lord's house.
Becca, you two go ahead.
Why?
I'll be right there.
Mom?
Mom, we're here.
Mom?
Becca?
I didn't want it to be this way.
What the fuck are you talking about?
What's going on?
Becca, this is a trap, dude.
Son of a bitch.
I'm sorry.
Welcome home!
This place seems familiar to you, right?
It's interesting the three of you
kept the memory of this stained-glass window.
As if your young minds had clung to an invisible thread
that kept you together.
And then, you were brought back to the place where you were born.
Where you spent the first two months of your lives never being apart.
That's right.
You were born in this house.
Not in Humanis Vita Hospital.
Where's my mom?
What did you do to her?
Your mom is safe.
She's at the police's safe house.
And she'll remain there as long as you behave.
Tamara.
Finally, we meet face to face.
Hey, hold on.
Now it turns out you and Humberto
work with Eugenio?
Why do people always assume that behind a great plan
there must be a man?
No, Eugenio has nothing to do with this.
And Humberto…
Humberto has been working for me for years.
-For how long, motherfucker? -I don't want any fighting.
No fighting.
I detest weak minds who can't control their emotions.
Take their cell phones.
I wish you'd listened
when I told you to stop investigating.
Give me your phone.
Tamara! No!
THIS WORK DOES NOT INTEND TO PORTRAY ANY ACTUAL EVENT OR PERSON.