The New Protocol Page #3

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It's not just about medicines,

your son, my husband.

It's much deeper.

It's about the whole planet,

the forests... They're monsters!

They want us all to be sick!

Stop it.

William? Diane.

Did you analyze those pills?

He's here. I'll put him on.

I have the results

for your son's pills.

- They're a placebo.

- What?

They're medically inert.

Why would they give him that?

Can we discuss it face to face?

OK, where?

Same place as before?

Right.

Keep walking.

Police! Hold it!

Quick! Run!

Come on!

Come on.

I don't understand.

Why would William say it's a placebo?

Because he knew the cops were onto him.

Because I killed their buddy.

Not because of Hexalor.

Are you sure?

Absolutely sure?

The question is, how do we use the time

before they catch us?

I didn't want this! F***!

Listen.

We know Verneuil is in Davos.

We could grab her there.

Are you crazy? Isn't this enough?

Aren't we in enough sh*t?

OK!

Tum yourself in.

You thought the cop was a thug.

He may not be dead.

You did it for me.

They'll be lenient.

But ask yourself first,

were they lenient with your son?

They kill kids in Africa every day.

Why not here?

Hang this up in your cell.

Come on!

Are you OK?

You're hit?

Take it easy.

Where are you hit?

Calm down.

You'll be OK.

Breathe.

Breathe calmly.

Breathe calmly.

You'll be OK.

Breathe!

I'm Raoul Kraft.

- Pleynel's aggressor?

- Frank Kraft's father.

I know what happened.

Talk.

May I...

I asked to see his file.

He was taking a placebo.

It wasn't to blame.

- The police spun me that.

- It's true.

All I know is,

they chose your son for his migraines,

but then realized he was depressive.

They should have taken him

off the protocol.

But now he's dead and you're saying

it wasn't an accident.

It can't have been.

Not on that bend, on that road.

It's impossible!

I believe you.

Believe me, too.

- Our drug didn't do it.

- You had him killed.

You don't believe it.

If your son wasn't the victim

of a murder,

or a medicine,

or, as you say, an accident,

there's only one explanation.

Isn't there?

It must be very hard to face.

But deep down, I think you know.

We always know these things

despite ourselves.

Most probably...

he took his own life.

I'm sincerely sorry.

Pleynel's lab

was in charge of the trials.

They shouldn't have picked your son.

He was too fragile.

They were vilely chasing profits.

We've canceled their contract.

I'll quite understand if you sue them.

We would willingly help you

reach a settlement.

I don't understand.

My son is dead

and you're offering me money

because you pretended to treat him?

Don't blame clinical trials.

They save countless lives.

In a faithless world,

we can't lose faith in medicine.

It would be agonizing.

You're not a murderer.

But in a way, you are.

In order to live rich, long lives,

we let millions die.

That's the only protocol.

We've all signed it.

Including you.

We're on in two minutes.

Kraft's in my room with a gun.

You here?

Why blame me?

The boy killed himself,

the dad went nuts.

I'm sorry but not guilty.

- You are.

- It could happen to anyone.

You were in charge.

It's a tougher battle than we expected

but we fight on, day after day,

to invent new drugs.

The launch of a new medicine...

...the fruit of years of research.

Ten years of work,

intricate formulas,

costly research,

millions of dollars

devoted to curing people.

Our modest contribution...

What does the Alternative collective

think of Louise Verneuil's murder?

Of course we cannot condone such acts

but Kraft is not

the true defendant here.

The true defendant is the drug industry

and the way it works.

All the pandemics

in the world are due

to a lack of global healthcare.

Why?

Because the system is profit- driven.

Will this trial change things?

I hope so. Recently,

after the World Health Organization

conducted an inquiry in Sudan,

they stopped hosting clinical trials.

It's a step in the right direction.

Translation by Nigel Palmer

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