01x02 - Cóctel molotov

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THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY ACTUAL EVENTS

[dog barking in the distance]

[dramatic music playing]

[sniffles]

[glass shatters]

- [alarm wailing]
- [dogs continue barking]

[Marifer] What was that?

I don't know.

- [glass shatters]
- [dogs continue barking]

[Marifer] Oh my God.

Don't panic. Stay there. I'll check.

- [alarms continue wailing]
- [dogs continue barking]

[dramatic music continues]

[music building]

Oh Christ.

- Get back. Get away from the window.
- Okay.

Hurry. Move. Go to the kids' room,
lock the door, and stay there.

[Marifer] Be careful.

[dramatic music continues]

[dogs continue barking]

What are you doing?

What the f*ck is wrong with you?
Are you crazy?

Yeah, you've driven me crazy, as*h*le!

[tires screech]

[music building]

A NETFLIX SERIES

[opening theme music playing]

TRIPTYCH

[bell tolling in the distance]

[loud thud]

What the hell are you doing here?

And by the way,
I know you forced my desk drawer open

after I made things very clear.

This case is closed.

She's my sister.

Our DNA is identical.

My sample matched hers exactly.
Aleida and I are twins.

What do you expect me to do?
Just sit around?

I need more information.

Do you have any clue
who this woman's family is?

I know they own a few hospitals
and run the Humanis Vita Foundation.

So?

Let me dig deeper.

No.

No, no, no.
There's nothing to find out.

And I want you at the office.

Come on, you can't be serious.

Perfectly serious.

Let's go.

[dramatic music playing]

[music swells]

- [door opens]
- [Rebecca sighs]

[engine turns over]

[man] The suspected sh**ter
in the incident at the building in Polanco

has been positively identified

as Ms. Silvia Martínez Suárez.

- Huh?
- Originally from Guadalajara, Jalisco.

Regrettably, the suspect was k*lled

in the exchange of g*nf*re
with the police.

She was a patient of Dr. Julia Bátiz,

who was the target of the attack.

Prior to the incident,
Mrs. Martínez was reported missing

from the Institute of Mental Health,

where she had stayed
for a period of three months.

Questions?

- [reporters clamoring]
- [reporter 1] Sir, how was the doctor?

[man] Our understanding is that
the doctor is in stable condition

and expected to make a full recovery.

To protect her privacy...

[Rebecca] What was that?

Where the hell did they come up
with this Silvia Martínez?

And what about all the witness reports?

This family doesn't mess around, okay?

In my 20 years as a cop,

I've never seen anyone
so quickly torpedo a case.

So they're powerful, I get it.

What do I do?

Pretend none of this happened? I can't.

- I had a sister I didn't know about.
- [Solana sighs]

You lived 33 years
without knowing you had a sister.

Unfortunately, she's gone,
and you have to move on.

That's bloody insensitive.
It's not like you'd just move on.

[Solana sighs]

Look, weird things are happening.

I've been having dreams about her.
It's like I'm channeling her.

[Solana sighs]

You're right, I'm being...

[chuckles]

...insensitive.

Look, I'm sorry. I mean it.

Just please be careful.

Don't put your job at risk.

All you ever care about
is the f*cking job.

Yeah, I guess. [chuckles]

I care about my career,

but you don't seem
to give two shits about yours.

I mean, at this point,
you should be a detective.

And if I hadn't had your back
three months ago,

you wouldn't have a job at all,
you'd be in jail.

You didn't have my back.

You were trying to prevent your wife
from finding out about our affair.

Yeah, well, you threw a Molotov c*ck
into my truck.

You might've caused an expl*si*n
or set fire to my house

injuring my children.

I was drunk.

And I'm not making excuses. I know.

But I'm not the woman
I was three months ago.

Really?

You'd say that the way you're behaving
is rational? Perfectly normal?

I guess not.

That woman...

was my twin.

And my mother lied to me all my life.

So right now, I'm not sure who I am.

[Solana sighs]

[exhales]

You can take three days

of personal leave.

But stay off the office radar.

[gentle music playing]

- [high-pitched ringing]
- [door shuts]

[mother] What's that?

The results of a DNA test.

They prove that I do have a twin sister.

Why didn't you tell me, Mom?

I understand why you didn't
when I was young, but...

but you lied the other night.

The adoption was ill*gal, Becca.

Your father and I had tried to adopt
through legal channels for years.

[Rebecca sighs]

All dead-ends.

No one ever told us why, but...

apparently, we didn't check
the right boxes to be adoptive parents.

Then one day,

a social worker told me
of a young woman who was pregnant.

She was looking for a family
for her daughter.

Daughters.

No, there was never any mention
of another daughter.

Do you know my birth mother's name?

Or at least the name of the social worker?

Come on, Becca.

You don't keep records
of an ill*gal adoption. You don't.

[mother scoffs]

You understand your father and I
could've gone to jail, right?

I could still go to jail
if any of this came out now.

[Rebecca exhales]

You bought me.

Is that it?

How much was I?

No, dear.

It wasn't like that.

[mother breathes shakily]

It was a Thursday, I remember,
for some reason.

Your father and I...

drove to a meeting point
near the Ajusco Volcano.

[tender music playing]

TAXI

[mother sighs]

[sighs]

I was so terrified.

Her name is Rebecca.

She was born March 9th.

[sniffles]

[tender music continues]

[mother exhales shakily]

[Rebecca sniffles]

When I...

laid eyes on that girl...

- [woman] Please take good care of her.
- [Rebecca coos]

...all the years of disappointment vanished.

They disappeared.

And I knew you were mine.

[door shuts]

- You were my baby.
- [Rebecca coos]

My precious miracle.

[sniffles]

[mother sobbing softly]

[Rebecca coos]

[mother exhales]

[door shuts]

"Your precious miracle."

[mother] Mm-hmm.

[Rebecca sniffles]

That was what Daddy
always used to call me.

Mm-hmm.

[sirens wailing in the distance]

[glasses clink]

[dramatic music playing]

[paper crinkles]

[sighs]

[Aleida] It's me, but it's not me.

[monitor chimes]

It's kind of like I'm playing
the main character in a movie,

but I am a spectator at the same time.

And I'm moving around

in places I don't recognize,

doing things I don't understand.

[high-pitched ringing]

And I can feel
what the other Aleida is feeling.

[dramatic swell]

[tense music playing]

[echoing breathing]

[breathing shakily]

[g*n fires]

[gasps]

[exhales]

[exhales]

[exhales]

[Eugenio breathes deeply]

Doctor Bátiz.

Eugenio.

Do you have a minute?

Thank you.

First, I'd like to apologize, doctor.

I realize that my actions
may have contributed to what happened.

[Julia] Thank you.
And my condolences for Aleida.

[Eugenio] Actually, I'd like
to talk to you about her.

I understand doctor-patient
confidentiality's important.

But in this case...

Doctor, I...

really need to take you
into my confidence.

[dramatic music playing]

My room's around the corner.

Thank you.

[dramatic swell]

I'm acutely aware
of how delicate this is, I am.

But I'm quite certain

we can count on your ethics
and professionalism.

- Who's the "We"?
- [elevator chimes]

Pilar, my mother-in-law, and I.

We need to protect the family business.

And Aleida's memory.

Yeah.

So I'm asking...

can I count on your discretion?

I just have one question, Eugenio.

Go ahead.

What on earth possessed you

to sign Aleida out of the clinic
without my permission?

[dramatic swell]

[blinker ticking]

[horn honks]

[dramatic swell]

- [electronic chime]
- Bye.

- [camera shutter clicks]
- [phone ringing]

[vacuum whirring]

CHAIRPERSON

[dramatic swell]

[romantic music playing faintly]

[both exhale]

Marifer. [sighs]

[Marifer moans]

- No, wait.
- [Marifer moans]

What?

She moved.

I felt her.

She kicked me.

Okay, I'll stop, Estelita. [chuckles]

Don't call her Estelita.

- Why not?
- Because her name won't be Estelita.

It suits your mother well enough,
but I won't name my daughter that.

[Solana] Hey, hey, hey, relax.
What's happening here?

"What's happening"?

"Relax"?

You're distant.

[tender music playing]

And I...

I want things to be the way they were.

[Solana sighs]

For you to want to make love to me
like you used to...

until her.

[Marifer scoffs]

[Solana sighs]

Don't try to tell me there wasn't someone
in your life when we were separated

because I know perfectly well
you only came back because of the baby.

[door slams shut]

[dramatic music playing]

[Eugenio] What happened?

[Pilar] You made me look ridiculous.

[Eugenio] No, Pilar, no.

No, please listen to me.

Yes, I know, Pilar.

Of course, we both have responsibilities

to our shareholders.

I'm not sure you've considered

how the Board of Directors will react
if we tell them the truth.

Have you considered
how long you can keep up this lie

about Aleida being on a trip?

Telling the truth
would be the worst stupidity.

Have you heard any
of the stupid shameful rumors

being circulated about my daughter?

That she left you
to run off with another man.

That she was kidnapped.

That she's in rehab for drug addiction.

Eugenio, please.

The truth may be easier to bear
than these terrible rumors.

You can't be serious.

Which one of the true stories about Aleida
can you bear sharing with the world?

Tell me. Please.

Do you want to tell
your country club friends

about the night
she ran into the streets naked,

and that's why we had her committed
to a psych ward?

Oh no? Not that one? Another?

Let's tell them when she came home
from the clinic, she ran away

and was gunned down by cops

because she tried
to m*rder her psychiatrist.

Eugenio, please.

Refrain from using that tone with me.

Forgive me, Pilar.

I'm sorry.

Listen to me. This is no way to treat me.

I shouldn't have said all that...

but I'm devastated
by all of this too, Pilar.

I need some time to figure it out

'cause, right now,
I don't know what to do.

How much time?

A little.

Well, please keep me informed.

Good night, Eugenio.

I'm sorry, Pilar.

[Eugenio sniffs, sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[sobbing]

Why? Why did I take her out?

[whimpers]

[continues sobbing]

[tender music playing]

[Rebecca] My imagination's
playing tricks on me.

Look, weird things are happening.

I've been having dreams about her.
It's like I'm channeling her.

[dramatic music playing]

[Eugenio exhales]

[Eugenio] I took her out

so we could celebrate a special occasion.

Yesterday was her birthday.

She turned 33.

[dramatic music building]

[Eugenio] My God, what have I done?

[sobbing]

[whimpers]

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful swell]

[Aleida] Hello, my love.

[uneasy music playing]

- Are you still awake?
- Yes.

[Aleida] Are you?

[Aleida chuckles]

THE SLIPPER PLACE

OLYMPIA MEN'S CLUB
AN INTIMATE PLACE

[mysterious music playing]

[dramatic swell]

[Aleida] No! No!

Oh my God! No!

No!

Oh my God! No!

No! Oh my God!

Oh my God! No!

No!

Help me!

Baby, look at me!

Please, baby, look at me!

Oh my God!

No!

[sobbing echoing]

[Aleida continues screaming]

[Rebecca sobbing]

[sobbing continues]

I'd like to know
what's really going on with Aleida.

You know you can trust me, don't you?

- Of course.
- I'll be discreet with anything you share.

Sure.

If you've institutionalized her,
I understand.

You don't know this, but...

I had to send Cynthia to rehab
when she was having trouble with alcohol.

So, I get it.

Is that it?

- [telephone ringing]
- [indistinct yelling]

[Rebecca] I'm not sure what's worse.

Not knowing a big piece of me is missing,

or finding out and realizing
that I don't truly know who I am.

[indistinct yelling continues]

[horn honks]

[dramatic swell]

[whistle blows]

THE SLIPPER PLACE

[children yelling]

[upbeat music playing faintly]

Oh my God.

Tamara, is that you?

Your hair.

Come, come, come, come, come, come.

I thought I'd never see you again.

[exhales]

[kisses] Where have you been?

My Tami.

You can't stay here.

[man] f*cking wh*re,
what're you doing here?

No, no, no, no, no, no!
Don't touch her!

- Leave her alone!
- [man] Get back in the house!

[Rebecca breathing heavily]

- [man grunts] Tamara, you b*tch!
- [Rebecca grunts]

Stop it!

I'm not Tamara!

[Rebecca groans, grunts]

[man] I said I'd k*ll you
if you came back!

- Let her go!
- [man yells]

- You hit me, you f*cking b*tch.
- Sorry, sorry, sorry!

[man] Get your a*s back inside,
you filthy wh*re!

Get out of here, you sicko b*tch,
and don't come back!

[dramatic swell]

[sighs]

[exhales]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[Rebecca] Who are you, Tamara?

[sighs]

[Solana] Becca!

[gentle music playing]

Non-alcoholic.

And the chop suey that you like.

[Solana exhales]

Things look the same.

[Rebecca breathes deeply]

[Solana chuckles]

[gentle music continues]

[Solana sighs]

Uh, what are you doing with all this?

Don't know.

You don't know?

[Solana sighs]

I gave you time off,

and you were meant to calm down.

To think about the mess
this could turn into, not do this.

[Rebecca sighs]

What happened?

[Rebecca sighs]

Becca.

Becca, you remember
the security guard at the building?

- Mm-hmm.
- The guy's dead.

Last night.

He was recovering in the hospital,
then he's dead. No explanation.

And the receptionist
who was shot in the shoulder...

Is she dead?

- Missing.
- Ah.

She resigned from the doctor's clinic
and hasn't been seen since.

- [Solana sighs]
- [Rebecca gasps]

Apparently, you've been doing
some research of your own.

Because I'm worried about you.

[Rebecca chuckles]

Don't you get it?

Becca, all of the witnesses...

who might be able
to identify Aleida Trujano

are disappearing.

Her mother and her husband
are trying to cover up her death.

How do you know that?

I overheard them.

Eugenio Sáenz doesn't want shareholders
to find out that Aleida's dead.

- [Solana sighs]
- Maybe...

he wants to take her position
as president of the company.

You overheard them?

How?

Were you spying?

Humberto, you told me to keep off
the department's radar.

And I have. I did as you asked me.

And I'm still off on personal time.

[Solana sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

Please tell me what happened.

Please don't.

♪ Give me a reason ♪

♪ A reason to live ♪

♪ I welcome you in ♪

♪ I welcome this ♪

♪ Give me a reason ♪

♪ A reason to find ♪

♪ Now the darkness ♪

♪ Bring me to life ♪

♪ I've been waiting for a reason ♪

♪ I've been waiting for a reason ♪

♪ I've been waiting for a... ♪

[music fades]

- [Eugenio] This way.
- [man] Thank you.

What's your name again?

Antonio, Antonio Quesada.

Private detective.

Here's my card.

Thank you. Whiskey?

Please, Mr. Sáenz.

Eugenio is fine.

Right, of course, Eugenio.

Honestly, I was surprised
to get your call.

What can I do for you?

I'll get straight to the point.

I know my wife hired you behind my back.

I'm asking you to keep quiet about that.

And from now on,
I want you to work for me.

[Quesada exhales]

[faint laughter]

[dramatic music playing]

[horn honks]

[suspenseful music playing]

[horn honks]

- [Rebecca] Thanks.
- [indistinct chatter]

[dramatic swell]

[upbeat music playing]

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today's special here at Olympia,

buy one, get one free
on all domestic brands.

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as is the service.

And speaking of service,

if you'd like to get to know any of
our fabulous ladies up close and personal,

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in one of our exclusive rooms.

And now, on Olympia's main stage,

the lady you've all been waiting for...

[scattered cheers]

- [upbeat music continues]
- ♪ Can't you see...? ♪

♪ Love to me ♪

♪ Oh, can't you see? ♪

♪ Can't you see? ♪

[music fades]

[dramatic music playing]

[dramatic sting]

[music continues muffled]

[music building]

[dramatic music continues]

[mysterious music playing]

[music fades]