THIS STORY IS INSPIRED ON ACTUAL EVENTS
TRIPTYCH
Aleida, Eugenio.
Come on, go ahead.
-Go ahead. -Yes, of course.
-Come, here's… -Oh, yes.
-Laura. -Rogelio.
-How are you? -Fine, and you?
-All's well, fortunately. -Hi, Laura.
Aleida.
Your place.
Sorry. How stupid.
-Sorry, it's jet lag. -Of course.
Gentlemen, I'll present the financial statements to you.
Give me a few minutes, I need to make a call. Excuse me.
Thanks, Olga.
Quezada.
We have an emergency.
She turned up here in my office.
We need to talk.
She's alive.
What happened? What are you saying?
Did you see Aleida's corpse?
What method are you using for stock valuation,
it's not clear to me.
Book value or market liquidation?
On what coefficient are you calculating the shareholders' dividends?
I love these questions.
That's precisely one of the announcements I'm going to give you.
As everyone knows, there's a rumor of the purchase of Áurea
by Global Group.
And the first thing I want you to know
is that, in spite of the efforts some of you here have made,
that won't happen.
Today, I've given instructions to suspend
any stock market movement by the company.
Until we nail down the repurchase of all the group's shares.
Let's see, think about it. It could be possible.
Why did the hospital records disappear?
They may have taken Aleida from there.
Becca, I understand how much you want your sister to be alive.
But I recognized her corpse.
I was there when Eugenio and Aleida's mom took away her body.
Then it's Tamara.
You can't make such a decision.
You may be the chairperson, but this requires our vote.
Okay, Laura. If that's what you want, we'll do it.
But first let me share
the second announcement I have to make.
Mendiola, come in, please.
Some of you already know him.
Mr. Mendiola.
Our notary public.
NOTICE OF ASSIGNMENT TO THE ASSIGNOR
Thank you.
While I was traveling in the East,
I had the chance to find out more about myself,
to rethink a lot of things,
and reconsider some major decisions.
I realized
what really matters in my life.
ALEIDA TRUJANO MANCERA CHAIRPERSON
The document I just signed
assigns all my shares in this company
to my husband Eugenio Sáenz,
making him the owner of more than 66% of the group's shares.
If you want us to proceed with the vote you proposed, Laura, let's do it.
But we definitely know what the outcome will be.
To conclude,
I place on record my final resignation
to the chairmanship of Áurea International Talent,
effective as of the end of this meeting.
Thus,
Eugenio,
my husband, in due time,
will let you know what direction his company will take.
Of course.
Fuck, we did it!
Behave, they can see you.
This place is so nice.
Aren't you going to congratulate me or applaud me?
I mean, at least a pat on the back.
Do you know her?
-What? -The woman we saw leaving.
Do you know her?
No, I don't know her. But frankly, I was taken by surprise.
Do you know her or not?
I said no!
I've never seen her before,
but she did freak me out, she's identical to me.
I don't believe you.
You told her you'd be here.
No, I don't know her. I have no idea who she is. I've never seen her.
It's important. If she knows who you are, she could've followed you.
I don't know.
And if I do, so what? In the end, we're done, right?
-No, we're not done. -What is this?
How long have these two been working together?
What are you gonna do?
Quezada will take care of it.
Who is Quezada?
I don't like his tone--
What does that mean?
-He'll investigate her. -Eugenio, what's going on?
The receptionist told me Aleida…
What happened?
It's Aleida's mother.
Who is this woman?
Listen to me.
We need to talk. I'll explain.
Come.
Come on.
Sure, now everything makes sense.
Her false indifference,
the fact that she knew Aleida was dead
before it was made public.
Why don't we go over Aleida's death and that day?
That day, you checked her medical file and found nothing fishy.
No, at that time, I didn't find anything.
-Of course. -What?
I didn't know about the connection between Eugenio Sáenz
and Humanis Vita Hospital.
He planned this a long time ago.
He knew about our existence. He could've told Aleida.
That's why he took her out of the clinic.
But he didn't expect what Aleida would do in the building.
No, he didn't expect it.
But it suited him perfectly.
You take your wife out of the hospital with your connections,
but hide her death because you already have a substitute.
And become the lord and master of it all.
But what about Tamara?
I don't think Tamara intends to be Aleida the rest of her life.
And Quezada?
Who the hell is he?
How much information does he have about you?
What's that?
I have an appointment with Dr. Bátiz.
I'll take you.
No.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Aleida
is…
was an only child.
She didn't have any sisters.
This is a mistake.
Pilar, it's true.
Aleida knew it.
She herself hired an investigator to find her sisters.
No.
Federico and I spent a fortune on her adoption.
And it was done by the best agency,
the most expensive, the most private, the most professional.
If Aleida had any sisters,
they would've told us, don't you think?
This can't be happening like this.
It doesn't matter how.
Good or bad, Tamara is our only option
to stop them from stealing Aleida's company.
This junkie
can't replace my daughter.
Everyone will notice. Please!
Pilar, without Aleida's signature,
we would've lost control of Áurea.
And you'll entrust the company to this… woman?
I used her to give me the share majority.
I'm doing what Aleida would've wanted, saving the company, her name.
If I hadn't witnessed how much you loved my daughter,
I would've already gone to the police.
How much are you paying this woman?
Pilar…
Frankly, I couldn't care less.
But can't you see she can become a bottomless pit?
She can extort you the rest of your life.
No.
I'll make sure Tamara does what she needs to do
and vanishes from our lives.
Eugenio knew it, Tamara knew it.
I'm the one who didn't know we were triplets.
What I can't believe
is Aleida didn't tell you about this.
That she never told you a single word about us.
And that you made her believe they were hallucinations.
Of course, unless all this--
Unless I colluded with Eugenio to admit her to the clinic.
That's what you were going to say, right?
Is that right?
Did you help Eugenio get rid of my sister?
Rebecca, we're not in an interrogation room.
And look, yes.
If I were you, I would've thought the same thing.
The husband and the psychiatrist
told the world she was crazy to get her out of the way.
-Is there any other explanation? -Yes.
Aleida never told me about you because she didn't know you existed.
And Tamara?
What about the calls?
Hasn't it occurred to you that the person who made those calls
and searched for Tamara was Eugenio himself?
Hello?
I have a missed call. Who is this?
Look, I understand your reaction.
You're a woman who's used to thinking as a cop
and to build scenarios that…
well, aren't necessarily real.
I didn't imagine this.
Tamara posing as Aleida in collusion with Eugenio
wasn't my imagination.
How can I help you, Rebecca?
I don't know.
I have to start over,
and find out where and how we were born.
Why were we raised in different circumstances and separated?
I must understand what Eugenio and his family have to do with this.
Maybe that's where you can help me.
Don't you think?
I can try.
But first, you'd have to
tell me everything you know
about your adoption.
What time is it?
-Has my mom left? -Yes, she left. She's gone.
She didn't want to wake you up.
I bathed the children.
They had dinner. I tucked them in.
And made you dinner.
I'm not hungry.
No, you must eat, even if just a little.
No.
I'm not hungry.
Let me help you, come on.
Don't do this. I'm asking you, please.
-What? Take care of you? -No. What you're doing.
-What? -Pretend we're the perfect couple.
That you're a good husband. Don't do it, please.
-Marifer. -Marifer what?
Marifer what?
I know.
Don't play dumb, please.
I know everything. And you know what? You know I know.
What?
You're back with her.
How are things going?
Have you landed?
You bitch!
What's wrong with you?
You're a fucking traitor.
I didn't do anything.
Let me go, will you?
Let me go.
-Let me go! -What's going on?
I didn't order him to bring you by force, much less drugging you.
Thanks, you're a gentleman, even during a kidnapping.
I'm not a mobster.
I didn't want to kidnap you.
I didn't know how to get to you.
I couldn't look for you at the DA Office without risking being arrested.
For fraud? For identity theft?
For kidnapping?
For criminal association, conspiracy,
and possible homicide? Should I go on?
Before judging me,
you need to hear my version
of how and why things happened.
If then you want to press charges, I won't stop you.
Oh, no, wait.
Don't include me in that combo, okay?
If you end up in jail, it's your problem,
but first pay me my first million dollars.
You're paying her a million dollars to pose as your dead wife.
But you're not a criminal?
I'm not!
I did it all for love.
You know? I believed all that bullshit for a long time.
Thinking your affair with that…
woman would be fleeting.
Just imagine, I had the delusion this would bring us together, but…
I'm very tired of all this.
It's…
It's exhausting.
Yes, it's exhausting.
Yes. You know what? I think…
-This isn't the right time. -Then when?
-You're-- -When the baby's born?
No. You know when it'll be the right time? When our kids grow up
and the three of them leave the house so you can go
and not feel so guilty.
Right?
Just as my asshole dad.
Don't bring your dad into this. Why do you compare me?
Why? Because you're identical. What makes you different from my dad?
That, as a cop, you can be away all night?
Or that you're better at lying?
This isn't the time.
I don't want my kids, our kids, to go through the same thing I did.
I won't pretend a single day more that we love each other.
That we're the perfect couple and everything's okay.
When all I want when I see you…
is to beat you to death.
I want you out of this house.
She'd tell me
there were others like her.
That she had two sisters.
Instead of believing her, you locked her up.
No, that's not how it happened.
Aleida was diagnosed.
She was under psychiatric treatment.
Her hallucinations were escalating day by day.
She was admitted for a psychotic breakdown.
She was convinced the house was on fire with our son inside.
It wasn't true.
Why did you take her out before she was discharged?
Maybe because I'm an idiot.
And maybe because
there was a part of me
that wanted to believe in her.
I know what she says.
I know.
And I'm not schizoid.
I don't have three personalities.
And, believe it or not, I'll prove it to you.
I wanted to give her the chance
to prove that not everything was her hallucinations.
That's why I took her out without authorization.
And then?
On the road, Aleida asked me…
to stop to go to the restroom.
I stopped at a gas station.
I felt a blow
and lost consciousness.
When I woke up,
Aleida was gone.
And so was the car.
Why didn't you report it?
Because I was numb.
The cell phone was in the car.
I didn't know what to do.
What Aleida was about to do never crossed my mind.
I need to take this call.
What is it?
What?
The dude's cool.
I believe him.
You believe whatever suits you.
I don't believe that good husband story.
And I'm not a sellout.
What if I tell you I have two valid reasons for you not to report us?
What?
Look, first,
we're sisters.
And, frankly, it's not cool putting your sister in jail.
I don't agree with that one.
And the second one?
You wanna know everything about us.
Well, think about it.
I'm more use to you out here than in the can.
Here you are.
What is this?
Everything you always wanted to know about Aleida
but never dared ask.
Aleida was adopted in New York?
How about that?
Our sister turned out to be American.
Gonzalo Fuentes Acuña and Dolores López Fuentes.
No, the adoption never took place.
But they applied several times between 1986 and 1990.
Well, I specifically need to know
the name of the social worker in charge of the case.
Want some?
Dude, come on, it's only one beer.
Not one, not half, not any, I told you I don't drink.
You go all crazy or what?
Will you let me concentrate?
If Aleida was adopted through a US agency, how come you and I were born in Mexico,
were raised separately, and in such different circumstances?
Dude, what if we're American too?
Okay, what do you know about yourself?
Who were your parents? What were their names?
I told you. I don't know squat about my dad.
And my mom's name was Francisca Sánchez Rascón.
My birth certificate says she's a single mom. I have her surname.
Are you sure she's your biological mom?
Could the three of us be her kids?
Well, you ask me if I'm sure…
I'm not.
Could she have carried the three of us in her womb
and given away two?
Wait.
What?
She sold you.
My mom was a junkie.
Of course, you were both sold.
Fucking bitch, she should've sold me.
But that doesn't match what my mom told me.
Dolores told me she didn't pay a cent for me.
I don't know, dude.
Have you ever thought maybe we're like…
Pinky and the Brain? Like two lab rats?
We could even be clones.
Just imagine.
That there were more girls like us. I don't know, ten, twelve, a bunch.
-Can you imagine? -Stop it, Tamara.
I need to find the person who handed me over to my parents.
A social worker.
Do you have your birth certificate?
Maybe we can find a lead or something.
No, I wouldn't count on it.
I left it at the tenement and can't go back.
Becca.
There's nothing you can do for me now.
Save yourself.
It's not too late.
Hello.
Did you get it?
BIRTH CERTIFICATE
Raquel, wait.
When Tamara lived here, besides her problem with your husband,
did she have a problem with the police?
Why do you ask?
I need to know the true reasons why she's hiding.
Well, if she didn't tell you…
Listen, Raquel.
I work at the DA Office.
If you don't tell me, I'll find out anyway.
She set fire to a kitchen.
A kitchen?
They cooked pills.
She set an amphetamine lab on fire?
Turns out her birth certificate is as fake as…
I don't know what.
Tamara.
There's no record of her or the one who's supposed to be her mom.
Plus, she's a pyromaniac,
and it turns out she set a meth lab on fire.
What's wrong?
Marifer kicked me out.
Come here, let me see you.
You look like you're newly rich.
Aleida would've never worn so many things.
Take that off.
And that, that, and that.
First, we'll go to the orphanage.
All you have to do is read the kids a story.
Can you read?
Dorita will come this afternoon to help you get ready
because tonight's the Foundation's dinner party.
There you'll officially step down from the chairmanship.
I've written your speech.
Don't worry.
-Any questions? -Yes.
Aren't you even the slightest bit curious
to know where I came from?
Who I am?
And why your daughter and I weren't raised together?
That information
isn't important right now.
My mom was always drunk.
She was run over.
When did this happen?
In 2005?
Dude, how did you know?
My dad died the same year.
He was mugged.
Jeez.
Fuck.
Did you really have a boyfriend who was a shrink?
Girlfriend.
She was a girlfriend.
A social worker would drop by around once a month
to run health tests.
And did she film you?
How did you know?
FORENSIC SERVICES
This can't be a coincidence.
It must mean something.
But this dream isn't over yet.
My cycle as the head of the foundation ends tonight.
But work continues under the direction of my mother,
Pilar Mancera Trujano.
Thank you.
Congratulations, Pilar.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
Cheers.
Fuck.
Is everything okay?
Yes.
What's wrong? Is it me?
Having second thoughts?
You're here because Marifer kicked you out.
But I'm here.
And this is where I want to be, living with you.
Humberto, things aren't the way they were.
They've changed a lot.
I don't drink anymore.
I'm not that desperate woman who was dying to be with you.
Have you stopped loving me?
My world doesn't revolve around you.
Please understand.
Just answer me.
Have you stopped loving me?
You don't get it.
Do you know what you are to me?
You're unavoidable.
I'm not getting a divorce.
Marifer is pregnant.
Julia?
Yes, Rebecca, I know it's late, but it's important.
Can you come to my place?
-Sure. We'll keep seeing each other. -Thanks.
-See you. -Thanks for coming.
-Thank you. -See you. Good night.
-Good night. -Good night.
Oh, no, you can't leave yet.
Patricia, I've got to go.
No one can leave
until we take a picture with the outgoing chairwoman.
Come, Pilar.
Come on.
Pilar, you and your daughter.
Go ahead.
Come on, Mommy.
-Pretty please. -Of course.
Say whiskey!
Sorry. I'll be right back.
Of course.
Is something wrong?
No, she's emotional and…
Fucking bitch.
Where did she go?
Fuck, this is why I hate working with amateurs.
Mom?
Mom, are you okay?
All I want
is to cry for my daughter.
Oh.
Oh my God.
My God.
Rebecca.
Come with me.
Look.
This is Beatriz Fonseca,
the social worker who handed you over to your parents.
Rebecca.
What a beautiful name.
Beatriz was there when you and your sisters were born.
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