The New Protocol Page #2
- Year:
- 2008
- 92 min
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with marketing approval.
Your son gave his consent
to a new protocol.
He was trying out a new molecule
that they withdrew
after testing it on him.
They don't use human
guinea pigs these days.
Oh yeah?
In Tuskegee, Alabama,
the Health Service
experimented with syphilis.
They left black men untreated
and watched them grow sick.
Clinton was forced
to apologize in 1997,
When the media woke up in the '90s,
to the Third World.
They produce vaccines.
A fig leaf!
One percent of their business.
What they produce is sickness.
Twice their R&D budget
goes on marketing.
Why?
They'd rather prove you're sick
than cure you.
This isn't your local pharmacist.
It's capitalism's biggest business.
Malaria and TB kill the poor.
Let them die.
Push pills to the rich.
Same again.
Should you?
It helps me!
You're sick. We all are!
Sick people spend!
Look around you.
Sleep disorder? Take Stilnox.
Creeping baldness? Propecia.
Weight worries?
Xenical.
See that guy on the make?
I bet he's packing Viagra.
There's a miracle cure
for all our fears.
Maybe that girl just got dumped.
She's depressed.
Soon she'll be on Prozac.
And so on.
At the very best,
there's the fear of ageing.
Estrogen for her, testosterone for him.
Cheers!
We're all basket cases.
Too cheerful? 'Gaiety disorder.'
Rich but sad? 'Paradise syndrome.'
That's my favorite.
Serotonin tablets for the idle rich.
A bankable disease!
You? You'd be given
a sedative like Xanax
for post-traumatic shock.
See?
If you had the pills my son was taking,
what could you do?
Stuff 'em up my ass!
See you.
- Bye.
- Thanks.
Keep in touch this time.
Fleury's quite a hike.
You can trust him.
He worked for Glaxo
until they blacklisted him.
Just one thing.
When he said 'Fleury',
did he mean the penitentiary?
Yeah.
I torched the drug factory
that killed my husband.
- Any casualties?
- I know what I'm doing.
You do?
I used to be normal, too.
It's a thin line.
Much thinner than you think.
Wait. I'll drive you home.
We called it a day.
The guys need to change
and it's far.
We all wondered where you were.
See you there.
Dear relatives, dear friends
you have gathered around Frank
to wish him goodbye.
Before the cremation,
I invite each one of you
to step up and make a farewell gesture
with holy water
My sympathies.
Thank you.
My sympathies.
Those pills he was taking.
You know, for his migraines.
Did you notice anything?
Strange behavior,
drowsiness, anything?
Sorry.
It's too messed up to be certain
but it wasn't mechanical.
Brakes, transmission,
steering were OK.
I don't get it.
If he dozed off,
he'd have veered the other way,
not towards the ravine.
Maybe he swerved to avoid
a deer, a dog... or something.
That mindset is way too simplistic!
We have to think global!
Where are you going?
This isn't a drive-thru!
I'm sure you'll think up a great slogan,
as usual.
What does that mean?
The words on the banners are nothing.
We have to be in Davos
to wreck Verneuil's speech.
At the counter-summit in Lausanne,
all the media...
- Lapdog!
- Don't call me that!
OK?
By protesting where you're told,
you whitewash them.
You don't like it, stay out!
I can't afford the fare, anyhow.
- Forget it.
What happened to you?
You were right.
Can you help me or not?
Am I still crazy?
I need to know about my son.
I met a guy who thought
he had the solution.
In the 1970s,
Klaus Barbie was holed up in Bolivia.
Klaus Barbie, the Nazi.
Posing as a journalist,
this guy planned to shoot him.
The idea was,
by killing Barbie,
he would go on trial.
His own trial
as Klaus Barbie's murderer
would be Barbie's trial.
The only way to drag Barbie into court
was by sacrificing himself.
So, did it work?
He went to La Paz, did the interview...
But he didn't draw the gun.
Too much to lose, I guess.
A life,
a family,
a job.
The culprit's name.
That's all I need.
It's not enough.
A name to start with.
How did you get Frank's name?
From Pleynel,
the boss of Nextys.
I swiped a printout.
I've had him in my sights.
His firm has a contract with Hexalor
In Africa, too.
Pleynel. Right.
Wait!
You'll need some help.
I'd rather work alone. Thanks.
Piece of sh*t!
Freeze!
Did you kill my son?
Who did? Name him! Scumbag!
Name your boss!
Get off me!
Name your boss! Who is it?
Stop it!
Give me a name!
You'll find out nothing
in prison.
F***!
Morning.
Good morning.
Prof. Pleynel can't see you!
He's not here.
Open up!
I order you to come out!
I'll call Security!
Help!
Stop!
Open up!
There he is!
Out the way!
The police are coming!
Get in!
Drive up to the control box.
The control box, madam.
Drive up to the control box!
Pick a program and pay.
I'll need your card.
PIN number?
Admit I saved your neck.
Better shut your window.
You'll get wet.
Admit it.
Wrong one. That's mine.
Face it. I saved your neck.
Face it!
We'll both get soaked.
This is ridiculous.
You'll soak all the...
Admit it!
One little word of thanks.
Say, like,
'Thanks for helping me out.'
It's not so hard.
OK. Thank you.
OK.
Do we have Pleynel's address?
Domaine du Lys, Chantilly.
Good night.
Was it him?
We're too far away. I told you.
Any closer, we'd...
I didn't know if you took sugar.
Actually, I take tea.
It doesn't matter.
This'll do.
It's cool.
I took your SIM card out
so they can't track us.
You know what a Columbian farmer
earns, compared with
the store price?
Maybe.
Hold tight.
- Get out!
- Leave me alone!
What do you...
- Stop!
- Let go!
Why?
You're sick!
I'm not but my son was!
What do you want?
You killed him to get the pills back!
Say it!
She's mad!
Hexalor told you to rub out his son!
You sent your men to do it!
Ridiculous!
Hexalor isn't the mafia,
it's a drug company!
A profit-greedy multinational!
She's harassed dozens of my patients.
Shut up!
Your son's death wasn't my fault!
Think!
You think!
Don't!
Frank realized
your drug was sh*t.
You killed him before it went public!
Put it away!
Louise Verneuil can tell you more.
I'm only...
A piece of sh*t,
paid to take the rap!
Maybe,
but there's no rap to take!
So why did you run away?
I was scared.
Why, if you're innocent?
Why do you think?
- You ran over a cop.
- What?
With your car, yesterday.
His partner told me just now.
The guy was only trying
to caution her
after that stunt she pulled
at Verneuil's press conference.
She's on probation!
What would you have done
if I'd told you?
You'd have gone to the cops.
Look at him! We've nailed them!
Let me treat that cut.
Don't go!
You don't get what I'm saying.
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