THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY ACTUAL EVENTS
Geno, come in the water!
Hey, come on!
Who are those girls, Becca?
-They're my sisters. - Your sisters?
-Yes. -You have sisters?
Mm-hmm.
-What are their names? -I don't know. I don't know them.
A NETFLIX SERIES
TRIPTYCH
FORENSIC SERVICE
DO NOT ENTER
Concentrate on finding evidence linking the victim to Eugenio Sáenz.
Anything you can find on his family, his company, his contacts. All of it.
Yes, Captain.
What ya doing?
I'm trying to reach Tamara, but she's not answering. Christ!
- Careful - Yeah.
I'll go first.
Easy.
That's it.
Take her to my place in the Valle.
I'll figure out how to fix this mess.
Yes, sir.
Answer!
I shouldn't have let her return to that house.
Becca, whoever did this could've tapped your phone.
They might've intercepted the text Beatriz sent you.
My God.
What?
I know about the experiment.
I know you killed my sister.
Beatriz told me the whole story.
Fucking Nazi, son of a bitch!
- Oh my God. - What?
I did this. It's my fault.
- No. No, no, no, no. - Come on, Becca. Hey!
Fuentes!
Hey!
Fuentes!
Hey! Hey!
Where are you going?
I have to get her away from that psychopath.
She could be in danger.
You can't just go and put yourself in the hands of that bastard.
Becca.
Becca, your impulses always get you into trouble.
- I can't leave her there. - Now wait, hear me out.
Let's finish up here, and we'll go together.
I'll go with you. We'll find Tamara, okay?
Together.
Captain, we got something.
On my way.
What ya got?
We found this in her purse.
It's an ATI visitor's pass.
This should leave en electronic trace.
I'll check.
Fuentes, look at this!
Fuentes.
Aleida?
- Aleida Trujano shit-faced? - Mm-hmm.
But it was weird, Laura, because...
she hardly drank anything.
I've never seen her behave that way.
She seemed...
different.
Different how?
Like a different person.
I seriously didn't recognize her.
That's disgusting! Oh my Christ!
This fish is raw. Ugh, so fucking gross!
Come on. You've had too many drinks. Let's go.
- It's bedtime, okay? Let's go. - Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go fuck.
Hmm?
Mmm, join us?
Don't go yet. I love you.
Aleida. Hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
That's enough.
Could it be...
Never mind, it's too ridiculous.
No, say it.
This woman...
...isn't Aleida?
What if Eugenio found an imposter who looks just like her?
I don't see it. I mean...
If she's an imposter, well, she's identical.
But regardless...
If Aleida has lost control and has problems with alcohol or drugs,
it would significantly interfere with her judgement.
And render her recent decisions
and signatures null and void, exactly!
- Keep it between us from now, all right? - Yeah.
- Talk later. - Right.
What's up, buddy?
Is Aleida all right?
We're done.
She left me.
Oh man, no.
She's gone. I'm alone.
What's worse, I saw it coming.
Dammit!
Yeah.
So it wasn't the alcohol, right?
Last night was very disturbing.
It's really serious, huh, Eugenio?
Brother, I'm sorry to ask.
I don't want to be blunt, but has she got mental illness?
No, it isn't that.
I lied about her.
I'm not following.
Aleida never went to Asia.
So what happened? Where was she?
Aleida...
left me for a woman.
What the fuck!
You son of a bitch!
Christ!
Fuck you!
What about Asia, Eugenio?
It was a lie, man!
Those three months she was gone, she was with someone else.
She told me last night.
No, no, no. I don't believe this.
Your wife is having some sort of breakdown.
Is she receiving any psychiatric assistance?
She's more sane than ever.
Her decision to leave me and the presidency
is because she... she wants a different--
You're being generous and not seeing things clearly.
Listen to me!
The woman from last night was not competent--
Aleida's a woman who's been repressed her whole fucking life!
She's a lesbian who's come out of the closet.
That's what she said...
last night...
before leaving.
Hey, Mom!
- Hmm? - Mom!
Yes, I'm here.
Hey, Mom, you have to leave.
You need to pack a small bag.
You need your passports, some cash, and a few clothes.
Oh, I gotta call Pilar. Where's your phone?
Please calm down, dear. I don't understand this.
Right now you have to get your things. Just what's important.
Come on, we have to leave the city for a few days.
- Right now, this instant? - No, first I have to find Tamara.
Hey, hey, calm down!
I'm not going anywhere until you've explained what this is about.
They killed Beatriz Fonseca!
Eugenio's on to us.
I just drove through bullets, and I can't find Tamara.
But... but you're fine?
- You're all right? - Yes, Mom. I wasn't hurt at all. I'm fine.
I don't know if we can trust Pilar.
Don't know who to trust.
Did you read that article yet?
No, Mom, I've had no time. Really, we have to go.
You should read it. It's important.
It could help explain what's going on here.
Wait, I'll get it.
- What're you talking about? - I have it on my cell over here.
I'll find it for you.
Let's see.
Mmm.
Wait.
- Give it to me. I can find it, okay? - All right.
It's in archives. That one there.
Yeah, that's it. Right.
The article is about an experiment
that was done in the 1960s on triplets like you.
Apparently, they were separated at birth.
Neither they nor their adoptive parents knew about the other children.
Uh, what was the objective?
Well, read it, dear.
I looked up the doctor that was mentioned.
- And I found this. Look. - What?
That's the doctor in the picture we saw.
Look closer, Becca.
It's the same man as the picture Pilar showed us.
You remember?
Eugenio is on to us.
Julia, you might also be on his radar. We need to get out of town.
Yes, uh, and I know of a safe place where we can hide.
Is Tamara with you?
No, no, just me and my mom.
Could you take her with you while I look for Tamara?
Yes, yes, of course.
I need a few minutes to take care of a few things first.
Okay.
You won't be long?
No.
It's hard to believe Aleida didn't tell you what she'd found out.
Why wouldn't she want you to know about us?
And you made her believe her feelings were hallucinations.
Unless, of course, all of this was some--
Sinister plot Eugenio and I hatched
to have her locked away in the clinic.
That's what you were getting at, right?
- Let's go, Mom. - Where, Becca?
Don't ask. Hurry.
But what did the doctor say?
- Come on, hurry! - Why?
Mom, give me your cellphone.
Why do you want it, dear?
Give it to me.
Please answer.
Hello?
It's me. Hi.
- Becca, what the hell? - No, no, no, just listen to me.
I need your help.
We can't trust Julia Bátiz.
I didn't put it together until I noticed Bátiz
had removed the picture of her and Dr. Meyer from her office.
So this means she must have worked with that doctor.
Yeah.
It probably means she was part of the experiment with Eugenio's father.
And complicit with Pilar.
Yes, Becca, but Pilar herself showed us the photo of her husband
with that doctor and Eugenio's father.
That was to fool us, Mom.
Same as the ridiculous clone business
and the false evidence that was planted at the hospital.
It was all meant to throw us off.
But I don't understand. What are they hiding, Becca?
I don't know! How... how would I know?
I don't know, but Aleida did know.
That's why they locked her up.
Why she attacked Julia.
There's no record of her death.
She could've been murdered like Beatriz.
It's done.
I've made arrangements for Ortega to escort you to one of our safe houses.
Please just take my mother.
I'm not leaving without Tamara.
You'll be careful, won't you, dear?
I'll be fine.
You're my only girl.
Don't worry, hmm?
Don't worry, Dolores,
I'll bring your daughter to meet you as soon as we find Tamara.
I hope so.
Update me.
No problem, Captain. I got her.
DISTRICT 03 POLICE - MEXICO CITY
I told him to put a trace on Tamara's cell phone.
They're gonna find her, I'm sure.
- What's that? - My mom's phone. I forgot to give it back.
Who is it?
Hello?
Lola, it's Tamara. I can't reach Becca.
Cancel the trace.
THREE BUSINESS TEACHINGS BY ALEIDA TRUJANO
You were right, you know.
I tried to find out about Aleida just like you.
But then she was shot.
And I was on the run.
So I didn't think there was anything in it for me.
And then Quezada showed up.
HAIRDOS, DIES, HIGHLIGHTS, HAIRCUT, PERM
He set up my meeting with Eugenio.
What do you want?
We agreed I'd give him a cut of whatever Eugenio paid me.
What happened?
What went wrong?
Honestly, I don't know.
'Cause I got wasted worse than I've ever been in my entire fucking life.
And I barely drank at all.
Last night?
Mmm.
That's interesting.
Mmm.
I don't know what I said or what I fucking did or anything.
Then this morning...
Morning.
Thanks to your behavior, you've made a fucking mess of this.
We had to change the plan.
Fucking mess? Hmm?
All I remember is your annoying colleague,
the bitch on his arm, and her pitchy annoying fucking voice.
Oh please.
You put something in my drink.
- No, I did not! - Really?
You have to disappear now! I don't know when you can return.
What do you mean disappear?
Vanish. Quezada's here.
He'll take you to my house in Valle de Bravo.
You'll stay there until further notice.
You expect me to just go hang out in the country?
Yes.
- With that guy? - Yes.
No.
I'm not going.
No way, asshole!
You don't say what's what. I make the decisions.
Oh really?
Well, you should decide to pay me 'cause I delivered on my part of the deal.
Learn to keep your big mouth shut!
I tried to fight them off.
I couldn't believe they resorted to physical violence.
Let me go!
- Easy! Easy! - You son of a bitch!
Let me go, asshole! Let me go!
Then I was out.
When I came to, I was in the trunk of a fucking car.
But they hadn't tied my hands. They didn't even take my cell.
Fucking rookies.
I couldn't open the trunk from the inside.
But at some point, he pulled over, got out, and left the car running.
So, I busted through the backseat.
I took the key and left.
Tamara, are you sure Eugenio and his guy don't know where you are?
There's no way.
They're idiots.
If the Tepito Gang couldn't find me, I doubt they will.
The Tepito Gang?
Those are the guys whose meth lab you burned down?
Those assholes murdered Brandon.
I couldn't just stand around and not do anything about it.
Brandon?
Yeah, Brandon.
Kevin's big brother.
That's why he lives with me.
And why I can't go back to my old neighborhood.
You thought the drug dealer story was true.
Well, I guess I don't really know you that well.
Of course I do hope we have the opp--
Oh, please don't start with all that sentimental sister bullshit.
Why don't you tell me what you found at the hospital?
I never said you should sedate her.
Imagine what she thought when she woke up in that trunk.
It was the only thing to do, sir. She was gonna bolt.
Well, she did bolt.
The worst thing is if they doubted me before,
now the sisters and the police must think I'm a bloody monster.
Doctor, should I delete the photos?
Afraid so. We can't leave any evidence.
It's over, Mila.
Rebecca must know everything by now.
Enough, Julia, enough!
It's over!
The experiment is over!
Get your ass back to Mexico!
Keep going with your life.
This is my life.
Who's that guy?
Is he the Nazi?
No, this is Dr. Meyer.
He's the psychiatrist who did experiments with twins and triplets in the US.
The one who cloned us?
Come on, Tamara. Will you please forget about the clones and the Nazis?
This is serious.
God.
If any part of my hypothesis turns out to be right,
we'll be able to explain so much of this.
Such as why we were separated.
And why Aleida was actually adopted through an agency in New York, not Mexico.
And why we've been studied since we were kids.
Becca, to me, it's just speculation.
Come on.
It also explains Aleida's father's death and our parents as well.
You've based your theory on an article from a magazine?
Well, it sure makes more sense than all the nonsense
about clones and Nazis that they were trying to mislead us with.
Yeah.
But it's a lot more boring.
Let's not argue about it and get some rest.
Tomorrow will be a big day.
Do you have a mat or something so I can rest for a while?
No.
But the bed is big enough for three. Hmm?
Come on, your secret twin fantasy could come true.
HUMANIS VITA FOUNDATION
- Who are they? - They're my sisters.
- You have sisters? - Yes.
What are their names?
Right, I understand.
Yes, I know.
Humberto?
Tomorrow morning.
That's correct.
Do you think that will be necessary?
We don't want to overreact, do we?
I've got to go.
We'll talk tomorrow.
Marifer?
Yeah. Yeah, Marifer.
And?
Beto has a mild fever.
Not serious.
Mmm.
Can't sleep, Fuentes?
Something wrong?
Where are we going?
We're going to a federal safe house.
My mom is already there.
Cool.
And Pilar?
Pilar what?
Well, if we're not taking her with us, we should at least tell her, you know?
No, it's way too risky.
You haven't talked to her, have you?
No.
But I think it's pretty shitty just to take off after what she did for us.
Look, Tamara, we don't know what she did.
Maybe she told Eugenio about Beatriz Fonseca.
No.
That poor woman is as much a victim as we are in this whole mess.
You're pretty sure of that, are you?
And then we were burying her remains.
Eugenio made arrangements for the cremation.
I didn't get to say goodbye to my daughter.
She never even got to say goodbye to Aleida.
To see her body.
You mean at the hospital?
Yeah.
Eugenio had the body cremated without even telling her.
I thought you said they were both there when you saw the corpse.
No.
I said Eugenio was there, I didn't mention Pilar.
Hmm.
Where were you trying to take her?
I wanted her safely out of the way at the country house.
I needed time to fix the big mess she made with Rogelio.
Well, no one just disappears. She couldn't have gone very far.
Have you told Rebecca?
She's also disappeared.
She won't answer her phone, and she hasn't returned home either.
I don't like the sounds of this.
What if one of them decides to speak to the police?
No.
Meet my mother-in-law, Pilar Trujano.
This is Mr. Moreno. A highly regarded private investigator.
Julio Moreno, at your service.
Nice to meet you.
If anyone can find them, he can, Pilar.
But you'll have to tell him
everything you've discussed with Tamara and Rebecca.
Tamara, don't expect this place to be all that great, okay?
Safe houses are usually pretty rustic.
Wow, you call this place rustic?
Yeah, it is surprising.
Looks more like a drug dealer's mansion.
Becca,
you can go ahead.
Why?
Gotta answer a text.
Mom?
Mom, we're here.
Mom?
Becca.
I didn't want it to be like this.
What are you talking about?
What's going on?
Becca, it's a fucking trap.
You bastard.
I'm sorry.
How nice to see you again!
Do you find the surroundings familiar?
It's very interesting how you three
each hung on to the memory of that stained-glass window.
It's as if its shapes and colors acted like an invisible thread
that bound you together.
And now, that thread has drawn you back to your home.
You spent the first two months of your lives here.
You were inseparable.
Yes, you were born in this house.
It all started right here.
Not at the hospital as you've been led to believe.
Where's my mom?
Where did you take her?
Don't worry, she's fine.
She's at a safe house, and she's perfectly safe.
And she'll stay safe.
As long as you behave.
Tamara.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person.
Well, the feeling's not mutual.
So I guess that you and Humberto...
work for Eugenio?
Why is it people assume whenever there's a grand plan,
it's always the work of a man?
No, Eugenio has nothing to do with any of this.
And Humberto...
Humberto has been working for me for many years now.
- How many years, asshole? How long? - No violence, please.
No acts of aggression.
I detest the weakness of those who can't control their emotions.
Take their cell phones.
I wish you had listened
when I had told you to stop investigating this.
Give me your phone.
Tamara!
THIS WORK DOES NOT INTEND TO PORTRAY ANY ACTUAL EVENT OR PERSON.