THIS STORY IS BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS
I trusted you.
All I can say…
is your sisters and you aren't the only ones.
What is this?
Where's Tamara, son of a bitch?
Where's my sister?
Tamara!
Tamara, wake up!
Wake up, Tamara!
Tamara!
TRIPTYCH
The last thing I heard of her was she was going to look for Dr. Bátiz
to show her the file she found in the hospital basement
Why Bátiz?
She was helping her with the investigation.
Do you know what was in the file?
Papers of an experiment,
in which your father is involved.
Rebecca called me,
it's obvious she was intoxicated.
She spoke about a Nazi experiment. She told me Beatriz Fonseca
had told her everything.
Who's Beatriz Fonseca?
She's the woman who handed Becca to her adoptive parents.
What do you know about that experiment?
Why would I know? I know absolutely nothing.
I asked Quesada to locate Beatriz.
I don't know, maybe she can explain this madness, right?
Commander.
We have a signal.
From which phone?
Tamara Sánchez.
I lost the signal. It's probably them.
They destroyed the chips to be untraceable.
You're sure there's no other phone
or some other way they can be tracked, right?
Yes.
Rebecca was carrying her mother's phone. Hers is at the agency.
Good.
You know what to do.
Yes.
Excuse me.
All we have is her proximity to an antenna in the State of Mexico.
-Can you try? -Yes, of course.
-Okay, do it. -Keep going.
-Please. -Yes.
Unbelievable.
Good afternoon.
What happened? Did you find her?
Mrs. Beatriz Fonseca is dead, sir.
She was murdered at her home.
In addition to the visitor badge for Optimus headquarters,
we found this envelope at Beatriz Fonseca's house.
It's almost 40,000 pesos, Commander.
The envelope has the ATI logo.
Yes.
It's obvious.
The victim was blackmailing Eugenio Sáenz
with what she knew about his wife.
Sáenz couldn't take the risk and sent one of his men to kill Beatriz Fonseca
and get rid of her.
Let me go!
These people are capable of anything to get their way.
Don't you think they're using her as a scapegoat?
It's as if the evidence had been planted on purpose.
Don't you think Sáenz is involved?
I don't know, Commander.
Without hard evidence that places Sáenz at the scene, I doubt the prosecutor--
I'll handle the prosecutor.
This should be enough for a search warrant.
Understood, sir.
There's something else. There's a discrepancy.
-Solana, someone's asking for you. -Not now.
He says it's urgent.
That's why we tracked the signal.
Tamara's disappeared, but we spotted Rebecca's here.
Here, at the agency.
You do know it's illegal
to track a cell phone signal
without consent or a judge's order?
Fuentes's phone is here.
She left it behind.
Why do you want to find her?
I have reasons to believe
Tamara and her sister are in danger.
Dude, I told you Geno was cool.
Are you really going to defend that asshole?
You're so grumpy, dude.
Remember your boyfriend screwed us over.
Yours isn't an angel, okay?
Mine?
Do you think I can't tell what's going on?
Chill, Becca.
All there is between Geno and me is physical.
You fucked your sister's husband.
But I'm not a drunkard who has no clue who she goes to bed with!
Fucking alcoholic!
What's that?
I hope it's food, dude. I'm fucking hungry.
That bitch.
What?
All my mother-in-law heard was that Rebecca
went looking for Dr. Bátiz.
The doctor your wife tried to kill.
Allegedly, the doctor was helping them investigate their past,
but no, I'm sure she's lying to them.
Lying? How?
If that woman is who I think she is,
I'm sure she'll try to do to them what she did to my wife.
And what do you suppose she did to your wife?
She convinced her she was crazy.
She convinced all of us that we had to lock her up.
God knows what she did to her when she was committed.
But the woman I took out of that clinic wasn't my wife.
And according to you,
Dr. Bátiz is doing the same thing with the Fuentes sisters.
That's why I need you to help me.
As soon as they turn up,
you do whatever you want with me.
Do you know where they are?
Julia, if you can hear me, at least tell me who we are.
And why we're here.
The primal question,
"Who are we?"
It's time, Mila.
Yes, doctor.
Triptych Project, phase one,
day 62.
What is that shit?
If Dr. Skinner's postulates are true,
the imprint between the subjects has consolidated
and it's time to sow in them
separation anxiety.
No!
TAMARA SÁNCHEZ
It's time to take the third step
in your AA program
you feared so much, Rebecca.
We give our life and our willpower
to a higher power.
Have you ever wondered why in so many mythologies
the creature rebels against its creator?
For instance, I think of Prometheus,
Adam and Eve,
Dr. Frankenstein's monster.
What are you talking about, damn psychopath?
Psychopath?
That's what's wrong with online psychology.
Any irresponsible idiot with a computer
feels authorized to formulate diagnoses.
I get it.
You played God, and we were your creatures.
What the fuck?
Are we clones or what?
Rebecca,
explain it to your sister.
I guess it has to do with Dr. Meyer's experiment.
You worked with him.
No, dear.
I'm only at the service of science.
Meyer didn't have the guts
to continue with his research.
When the press found out
what was behind his experiments with twins and triplets,
Meyer buried his research to avoid going to jail.
So, I decided to go on with the project.
On my own,
but in a more favorable setting.
Back in Mexico,
I met the man who would be my sponsor
and who'd put me in charge
of the psychiatric research department
of his newly inaugurated hospital.
Dr. Bernardo Sáenz.
What weighs more in the configuration of personality,
genetics or the environment?
That was the big question to be answered.
And that's where we come in, I guess.
That's right.
I needed subjects with identical genetic features,
but raised in different family and socioeconomic environments.
The poor, the rich, the middle-class.
You bought us, stole us, or what?
That wasn't necessary.
I had two advantages over Meyer
that he didn't have in the 60s.
The first one was
in vitro fertilization
was advanced enough
to fertilize, in the lab, monozygotic embryos.
Of course there were some failed attempts.
Until I was successful
in implanting in a surrogate womb
the first case of in vitro fertilization
of identical triplets.
In a surrogate womb?
In my mother?
No, that was part of the fiction I made up for you.
Your mother received a monthly payment
in exchange for raising you as if you were her child.
What about the eggs?
Who is our biological mother?
Did you kill her or what?
I'm a woman,
and that was the second advantage
I had over Meyer.
You?
For fuck's sake!
S-1
What is it?
Change of plans.
Eugenio is with me.
I've spoken with a colleague.
He'll wait for us there in case we need backup.
Okay.
Hello?
Humberto, I know I promised not to call you, but…
Oh!
What's wrong?
My water broke.
And the contractions are becoming closer…
Oh, closer and stronger.
It's a complicated situation. Your mom should take you to the hospital.
Yes, my mom's with me. I need you to come.
Oh!
Go to the hospital. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Talking with that jerk again?
-Oh, Mom. -Drop the phone, let's go.
Is everything okay?
Yes.
It's here?
You said to drive to Tres Cruces.
-No, we never drove by the hacienda. -We did. You didn't see it.
No, stop.
We need to go back.
Stop, let's go back!
I said stop!
MARIFER
Breathe.
-Don't insist. -Marifer.
You've dilated four inches. It's coming out.
-What are you doing? -Pull over! Forget the phone!
Humberto!
-What is this? -Where are you?
I'm on my way, love!
-The baby is here. -No!
-She's coming, Humberto!
You're crazy!
Let go of me, asshole!
Let me go!
Nothing in your lives has been chance.
The three of you being monitored
since childhood with different pretexts.
The three of you having psychologist partners
in your adolescence.
If you take a look at your lives,
you'll see there were always people close, watching you.
Humberto.
Was Humberto my monitor?
-Fuentes, let's go. -What are you doing here?
Are you following me?
This case is closed.
Good morning.
Out of all the monitors I've assigned, Humberto has been the most efficient.
He was in charge of witnessing
and well, to a certain point,
encouraging your alcoholism.
And also the process of your breakdown.
Which, funnily enough, coincided with Aleida's.
And also with Tamara's.
As if you'd arranged it to happen,
the three of you broke down at the same time that December evening.
When, somehow Aleida
was an antenna of sorts
for the fires you started.
Don't you find it wonderful
that it happened?
You didn't make me burn down a fucking lab.
No. I didn't make Rebecca set her lover's van on fire either.
Some things elude my control.
Believers call it free will, you know?
And what stuff did you control?
The death of Aleida's baby?
No.
Neither Alex's birth nor his death
were considered when we designed the experiment.
What about our parents' deaths?
They died a few days apart.
Were those three deaths considered in the design?
The death of Aleida's father
was necessary, yes.
Federico found out about the experiment,
and we had to act hastily.
And my father?
What about Tamara's mom? Did they also find out?
No.
But we were forced to make the variables match.
And if Aleida was an orphan,
you two had to go through the same experience
so as not to ruin the experiment.
You're a fucking bitch!
Your emotional outbursts can only lead to one thing, Rebecca.
You know how to fix them.
Go on, a drink is the only thing that will soothe
that impotence and that rage you're feeling.
No, Becca!
That's exactly what the bitch wants. No!
Aleida caught you.
And you…
you're the one who caused that psychotic outbreak.
I had to do it.
I had to protect her from herself.
Had it not been for stupid Eugenio,
we would've been spared
the sad situation in which you first met.
Aleida didn't wanna kill you.
That's why she called the media. She wanted to expose you.
Well, the medication had a paradoxical effect.
She arrived at my office
in a frankly psychotic state.
For a moment, I thought we'd both die.
You'll tell them the whole truth.
Believe it or not, you have more power over me than I have over you.
You won.
It's time for you,
Tamara,
and Rebecca to be free.
What do you mean by that?
I'll tell the whole truth.
So you can start afresh.
I tried to protect her.
I even put my own life at risk.
But anyway,
that's what
a mother does
for her children, right?
Mother, my ass!
Is that why you fucking killed her at the hospital?
Is that what you think, Tamara?
That I killed Aleida?
At this point of the game,
isn't it clear my goal isn't to kill you?
-The bike following you. -Run!
The men that shot at Rebecca.
I never meant to harm you,
only to scare you.
Is Aleida alive?
The hearse is outside. That's where we'll make the switch.
But…
Eugenio recognized her body.
What Eugenio saw was Aleida
in a state of catalepsy induced by drugs.
The corpse they incinerated was a petty criminal
that Humberto took from the police morgue.
The same we said was a patient of mine.
Silvia Martínez.
Where's Aleida? What did you do to her?
Aleida, just like you,
is ready for the next phase of the experiment.
What do you mean by that?
Is Aleida here?
Mila,
show them their sister.
Doctor, she's gone. She vanished.
What's going on?
Tamara, let's go!
I'm on it. Wait.
For real? You're gonna drink now?
It'll be useful.
Aleida…
Aleida, you can't hide from me.
Do you think she caused the blackout?
I don't know, but we'll find out.
Search the perimeter. She can't be far.
Yes, ma'am.
Have you ever made a Molotov bomb?
The hell I have.
It's me.
It was her, doctor. She caused a short-circuit.
The basement doors opened.
Come on.
Drop the gun.
-Drop the gun, damn it! -Relax.
-Calm down. -Drop the gun, or I'll kill you.
Drop the gun.
Relax! Easy!
Becca!
Fucking shit!
Stop!
Eighty-six.
Eighty-five.
Eighty-four.
Look, Aleida.
I promised you.
Here are…
your sisters.
Don't make me do it.
Main gate, over.
Main gate here, is that the doctor?
Main gate here, it's the doctor.
It's the doctor.
-Hit the gas, Becca. Can't you go faster? -That's what I'm doing.
No!
-No. -They're coming. They're catching up!
They're getting closer. Hit the gas!
Hit the gas!
-Hit the gas, Becca. Hit the gas, damn it! -They're getting closer.
Hit the brakes!
No, stop!
Rebecca.
It's me.
Where's Tamara?
Aleida.
FORENSIC SERVICE
STATE OF MEXICO POLICE
They were overconfident.
I don't know. That's my guess.
God knows how I found the strength
to get up from that bed and leave the house.
I knew where the power installation was from the time I spent there.
I had no idea how,
but I caused a short-circuit.
Sorry, but there's something I still don't understand.
How did you know your sisters were there?
I don't know.
It just happened.
Commander, do you know anything about Humberto Solana?
What happened to him?
We know his van was found wrecked,
and Commander Solana died in the accident.
Aleida.
My child.
Miss Fuentes.
There's no trace of Dr. Julia Bátiz either.
Do you have any idea where we could find her?
Anything?
There's no one left here.
Everyone out so we can secure this place.
Come on!
Let's go, people.
FORENSIC SERVICE
Please!
That criminal ran away somewhere no one will ever find her.
THIS WORK DOES NOT INTEND TO PORTRAY ANY ACTUAL EVENT OR PERSON.
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