The New Protocol (Le Nouveau protocole)

CLINICAL TRIALS

THE NEW PROTOCOL

What have we got?

14/28.

Up!

Speak up!

I'm listening.

What?

You're the father?

Follow me.

Should I...

ask a nurse for something

to help you through?

No. Thanks.

It was your car?

Stop it.

Calm down.

- Will you be OK? - Yes thanks.

No, young lady. This isn't Frank.

He can't...

He had an accident.

He passed away. OK?

Something wrong?

- Where are we at? - One more shift will do it.

Good.

- Do we cut a trail for tomorrow? - Yes, good.

What the fuck are you at?

Give me that.

Get lost!

I'll examine the car but...

a novice driver on that road in winter...

What can I say?

Mr Kraft?

Diane Delteil.

It was me on your son's phone.

It's a bad time to trouble you.

They said you'd be here. I didn't know... I'm sorry.

Please accept my condolences.

I didn't know him well.

We spoke a few times but never met.

I came from Paris specially to see you.

Shall I come back at a better time?

Let me give you a number.

They'll take a message.

You're a journalist.

Not exactly.

I'm on an investigation.

You knew he was testing a new drug?

Did you notice any side effects?

Insomnia? Fuzzy vision? Loss of appetite?

He could have dozed off. It's a common side effect.

The drug could have caused his death.

Shame on you, exploiting people's grief!

Listen!

The producer is withdrawing the drug.

All I want is a sample of it,

before they grab it back!

They stop at nothing. You don't know them!

Ask for an autopsy! You'll see!

CLINICAL TRIAL

Getting by.

Tell me...

Is the insurance assessor still with you?

I know but he's wrong.

Frank... wasn't a novice driver.

He knew the road by heart.

No...

It has to be the car.

Would you do me a favor and check it out?

I trust you. That's the difference.

Thanks.

Anybody there?

The manager, please.

You have an appointment?

I only want ten minutes.

Tell him it's Frank Kraft's father...

I'll tell his assistant.

Have a seat.

Professor Pleynel will see you now.

Just for ten minutes, mind.

Were you offered coffee?

If you're in pain, why wait?

Can I leave you with my assistant?

Goodbye.

Frank's father? How can I help you?

- My son is testing a drug for you. - Correct.

I heard you're withdrawing it.

Who told you that?

It's irrelevant.

You were misinformed. We're very pleased with it.

After one more set of trials,

we'll apply to market it.

- Coffee? - No thanks.

It's like this.

Every drug assaults the body.

We have to test its strength,

measure its impact on the organism.

The only way to do it is by clinical trials on a test group.

Whatever the drug, your son is lucky to be testing it.

We have more volunteers than we can cater for.

How's it going, Remy?

Good. Last two days!

He's under observation.

Why my son?

His migraines are a 'pure syndrome'.

I understand they started just after your divorce.

There's a psychosomatic element, you'll agree.

Come on in.

Don't be afraid of these trials.

We always run toxicity tests first.

There's no risk whatsoever,

except of being cured, of course.

My son is dead.

My deepest sympathies.

May I ask how?

A car crash.

He might have dozed off.

I'm really, truly sorry

but any issue of side effects

is out.

How can you be sure?

If drowsiness had ever been reported, I would know it.

Your son's death

is unconnected to the treatment.

I'll find out what happened. I hope you're not involved.

Prior to her speech at the Global Summit

in Davos...

Sir, do you have an invitation?

- No, I don't. ...Louise Verneuil.

I'm looking for somebody.

You have a press card?

I can't let you in.

I'll come back later.

Who'll ask the first question? Madam?

How were the clinical trials of Paralgic conducted?

In accordance with French and European law.

What of the rumored unofficial tests

by Hexalor in sub-Saharan Africa?

Fanciful gossip on the Internet

feeds all kinds of conspiracy theories.

The rumors you mention are unfounded.

But Hexalor's trials in Africa have killed 800 children.

Which 'paper' do you work for?

Your subcontractors visit areas torn by civil war

and exploit vulnerable communities

by pretending to vaccinate them

while pumping experimental drugs into their children!

Young lady, I respect

your sincerity if you'll respect mine.

Our ethical policy is totally against...

Here!

Each bracelet is a dead child

killed by you!

You're more honest than whoever gave you

these knickknacks.

Murderer! Vaccinate them properly instead of strutting in Davos!

If you believe your nonsense,

publish it and we'll sue.

Meanwhile most of the world has no basic medicines!

Go easy on her.

At the time of the Black Death, would they have sold

the cure? No!

They'd have given it away,

to curb the epidemic!

Today they sell cures like detergent and cars!

Medieval people were more civilized than us!

Sorry about that.

I think she needs a mild sedative.

Give me my ID!

- It's for the police. - That's illegal!

Tell them that!

Assholes!

Hi.

I called that number you gave me.

They're not supposed to say where I am.

Still, can I talk to you?

Got a car?

Too bad you went to Nextys. Pleynel's a sleazebag.

He'd fake anything for a bunch of stock options.

Now they know you smell a rat.

Who are 'they'?

Hexalor, Glaxo, Pfizer...

Big Pharma.

Don't believe me?

Why the fuck are you here, then?

My house was broken into.

They rifled my medicine chest but stole nothing.

We're being followed.

We're being followed. Turn! Go right.

They're still there.

It's just a car.

It's not. It's following us!

You mean the labs send cars?

It's a network. They send cars...

Phonetaps, stalkers...

What do I do?

Keep turning.

- They've gone. - Obviously.

They won't follow...

It's a can of worms.