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CLINICAL TRIALS

Oh, there!

How much?

1428.

Oh, there! Timber!

Bring it up.

Hello?

Hello?

You need to speak louder.

Oh!

Yes? I'm listening.

Sorry?

Are you the father?

Yes.

Follow me.

Do you want me to call the nurses?

They might have a little something to help you cope.

No, thank you.

It was your car, right?

-Stop. -No!

Stop.

-No! -Stop!

No!

Calm down.

It's going to be okay.

-Are you okay, sir? -I'm okay, thanks.

Hello?

No, miss. It's not Franck.

No. I…

He won't be able to.

He had… He had an accident, so…

He…

can't… I…

He has died.

Okay?

Okay.

-Is there a problem? -No.

-Where have we got to? -Nearly done. Just one rotation left.

Good.

-Can I open a radius on this side? -Yes, that's fine.

What are you playing at?

Give me that!

Get out!

Shit!

I have to assess it, but hey.

Passed his test three months ago and this road in winter, what can I say?

Mr. Kraft?

Mr. Kraft? Diane Deltey.

I'm the one who called on your son's cell phone.

I…

Maybe now isn't a good time.

I was told you'd be here, but I didn't realize it was… I'm sorry.

I wanted to give you my condolences.

I didn't know your son very well.

We talked a few times, but we never met.

I came from Paris especially to see you.

Would you rather I came back later? Whenever you want.

Wait, I'll give you my number.

There we go. Sorry.

Here.

They'll know where to reach me.

You're a journalist.

No, not exactly.

But I'm investigating.

Did you know your son was taking experimental drugs?

Did you ever notice side effects:

insomnia, vision problems, appetite disturbances?

He may have fallen asleep at the wheel. Drowsiness is a common side effect.

This medicine could have killed your son.

Aren't you ashamed of taking advantage of misfortune?

Listen. The laboratory that created this drug has just stopped marketing it.

I would just like a sample of what your son was taking.

Give it to me before they take it back.

They are capable of anything. You don't know who they are.

If you don't believe me, ask for an autopsy.

CLINICAL TRIALS

Yes.

We do what we can.

Tell me…

Is the insurance expert still at your house?

I know what he's saying but that's not it.

Yes.

Franck didn't wait for driving school to learn to drive.

He knew the road by heart.

No, it's…

It was caused by the car. I'm certain.

Yeah.

I wanted to ask you if you'd mind having a look at it.

I trust you. It's different.

Thank you.

Is anyone there?

Hello.

-The manager, please. -Do you have an appointment?

No, but I'll just be ten minutes.

Tell him it's Franck Kraft's father and…

Okay, I'll inform his assistant. Please, take a seat.

Mr. Kraft?

Professor Pleynel will see you now.

He only has ten minutes.

Did we offer you a coffee?

Yes, but if you are in pain why wait?

I'll let you check with my assistant. Very well. See you soon. Goodbye.

Hello.

-Are you Franck's father? -Yes.

-What can I do for you? -Yes.

-My son is following a protocol here. -Exactly.

I heard that you've stopped marketing the drug.

-Who told you that? -That's not the point.

You're misinformed. We're actually delighted with the results.

The lab has decided to do another round of trials

before authorizing commercialization.

-Coffee? -No, thanks.

I'll explain.

Taking medication is always a biological violation.

We need to test the violation

and measure the effects of the molecule meeting the organism.

And nothing replaces clinical trials on a test population for that.

You want to know what your son is taking, but this protocol is a big chance for him.

We have a lot of volunteers. We can't satisfy them all.

-Remi, are you all right? -Yes, I'm fine. Two days.

We'll keep him in observation.

And why my son?

His migraines constitute what we call a pure syndrome.

If I understand correctly, they started just after your divorce.

I'm sure you know there's something psychosomatic in all of that.

Come in.

In regards to our protocol,

I assure you that we always do toxicity tests before clinical trials.

There is no danger whatsoever.

Apart from being healed, of course.

My son is dead.

All my condolences.

Can I ask you what happened?

A car accident.

Do you think he could have fallen asleep?

I'm deeply sorry, believe me,

but if you want to talk side effects, I can immediately answer, "No."

How can you be so sure?

If cases of drowsiness had been observed, I would obviously know.

The death of your son cannot be linked to this treatment.

I'll find out what happened to my son.

I hope you are not connected.

…as a prelude to his intervention at the Davos global economic summit.

Hello, sir. Can I ask for your card, please?

I don't have one.

I'm actually looking for someone.

-Do you have a press card? -No press card either.

I can't let you in.

I'll come back. Thank you.

If anyone wants to ask the first question…

I would like to know what conditions

the Paralgic therapeutic trials were carried out under.

Under the conditions defined

by the French and European legal frameworks.

What about the rumors about wild therapeutic trials

led by Hexalor in Sub-Saharan Africa?

Nowadays any unreliable information on the internet

instantly reaches conspiracy theory enthusiasts around the world.

But, as you say, that is just a rumor--

But Hexalor's trials in Sub-Saharan Africa claimed the lives of 300 children.

For which publication do you work?

Your subcontractors travel to regions weakened by civil war.

They take advantage of the isolation and distress of populations

to offer them false vaccination campaigns.

In reality, you then inject the children with experimental products.

Madam, I do not doubt

your sincerity, but allow me to oppose mine.

These practices are far removed from the ethics that govern group action.

-Here. -If you'll allow me--

Behind each bracelet there is a child's corpse,

a corpse you are responsible for.

I don't doubt your honesty, but I wonder about those who told you--

You have blood on your hands!

Really vaccinate them instead of bragging about Davos.

If you believe all that, publish it and we'll sue you for libel.

Meanwhile, the majority of the planet lacks essential medicines.

Gently does it.

When the plague hit Europe in the 1300s, would they have sold the vaccine?

No! They would have given it.

Not out of generosity, but to slow the epidemic.

Today we sell them like detergent or cars!

People from the Middle Ages were more civilized than us!

Please, excuse us for this incident.

I think that young lady might need a little anxiolytic.

Give me my papers!

-We'll give them to the police. -You can't!

Tell them that when you go collect them.

Idiot.

Hello.

I called your friends. They said you'd be here.

I told them to take messages, not snitch at first sight.

Can I talk to you anyway?

Do you have a car?

You should never have gone to Nextys.

Pleynel is rotten.

He's the kind of guy who'd fake trials for a bunch of stock options.

Now they know that you suspect something. You can be sure.

But… who's "they?"

Hexalor, Glaxo, Pfizer. Pharmaceutical lobbies.

You don't believe me?

What were you doing there if you don't believe me?

I was robbed. They just searched my medicine cabinet.

Nothing was stolen.

I think we're being followed.

-Huh? -We're being followed. Turn.

Turn right.

They're still there.

-Maybe it's just a car. -No, it's not just a car.

Honestly, we're being followed.

Do the laboratories send cars?

They send them. It's a procedure. They send cars.

They're listening. They're following.

-What do I do? -Fuck.

Turn. Turn again.

-No, they've stopped. -Of course they have.

They won't follow us nonstop.

It's more complicated.

There. They're there.

Go! Get a move on!

-Move. -I can't, it's red.

Exactly, the light's red. Go for it.

Now's the time. What are you doing?

-Are you completely crazy? -Get in.

-They went the other way. -There are lots. We need some speed.

Enough. Let's stop now!

Trust me, I know what I'm doing.

I'm not sure we were being followed.

At least you can't say I'm making it up.

You're wrong to underestimate them.

Where did you find this?

I just needed the medication.

Put yourself in my place.

Listen to me!

You entered my house. You're a thief. You're crazy!

Think you're the only one who's lost someone?

They killed my husband!

I've fought alone for three years like a fool.

I've lost everything: my friends, my family, my job. Everything.

I may have crossed the line, but you have the means to corner them.

For once, we might have a chance.

Don't ask me to let it go.

Miss Deltey?

It's them! Open up!

They're here for me! Open! Open, I beg you! It's them.

-I beg you. -Miss Deltey!

Open! I beg you! Open! Quickly!

What are you doing?

-Who was it? -What do you think?

Did they kill your husband?

He was prescribed a Hexalor anti-inflammatory.

Eight days later, he had a heart attack.

It isn't an isolated case.

That drug killed 20 people before being withdrawn.

Officially, it's a statistical accident.

They can call it what they want. It changes nothing. Vincent is dead.

-You could have complained. -I did.

There may be a trial in ten years.

Me against a multinational defended by the best lawyers.

Of course I'll win.

My husband is dead because he took a legal drug

that had market authorization.

Your son had signed a waiver as part of a new protocol.

He was testing an unknown molecule.

A molecule they refused to market after he served as a guinea pig.

Not nowadays, not here. We don't use people as guinea pigs.

You think?

The American health service did an experiment on syphilis in Alabama.

They left black people untreated to see how the illness developed.

President Clinton had to apologize publicly in '97.

It lasted over 40 years.

The American press woke up in the '90s.

As a result, labs do their experiments elsewhere

in the third world.

So, those people invent vaccines--

It's all a facade. Vaccines only make up 1% of their turnover.

In reality, they invent diseases.

They spend twice as much on marketing as on research and development.

Why?

It's more important to them to prove you're sick than find a way to treat you.

Wake up. It's not the small business of a provincial pharmacist.

It's the most profitable sector in the liberal world.

People with malaria and tuberculosis can't pay,

so we let them die and give pills to people with money.

Another.

-Isn't that enough? -It helps me.

You're sick. We all are.

Because it's the sick who consume. Come here.

Come here. Look. Come see. Sleep disorder? Stilnox.

Baldness in store? Propecia.

Tend to carry extra weight?

Xenical.

I imagine that gentleman has Viagra in his pocket so as not to disappoint.

They've found a miracle solution to every problem.

The young lady at the back may have just been dumped, so depression.

She'll soon be on Prozac. Etc., etc., etc.

And if there's nothing wrong with you, there's the fear of aging:

estrogen for madam, testosterone for sir. Cheers.

You're not a patient but an illness in the making.

A man who laughs too much? Gaiety disorder.

A woman who's rich but sad? Paradise syndrome.

That's my favorite: we give you serotonin

because you're too rich and don't have enough real problems.

That's not a curable illness.

I'm sure you, for example, will be offered an anxiolytic

like Lexomil because you have post-traumatic shock.

Here.

If you had the medicine that my son was taking,

could you do something?

Stick it up my ass.

No, I could analyze it, of course.

Goodbye.

-Bye. -Thank you.

Don't leave me without news for six months.

Without a car Fleury is a bit far.

You can trust him.

He worked for Glaxo for 15 years. He knows what he's doing.

Sorry, but when he spoke of Fleury,

was he talking about the prison Fleury-Mérogis?

Yes.

I set fire to the drug factory that killed my husband.

-Were there any casualties? -No. I know what I'm doing, after all.

Oh, yeah?

I used to be a normal person too.

You'll see there's a thin line.

A lot thinner than you think.

Wait, I'll give you a lift if you want.

We've finished for today.

They haven't changed and there's a way to go.

Where were you? Everyone's wondering.

Later.

Dear parents, dear friends,

you're gathered around Franck this afternoon to bid him a last farewell.

Before proceeding with the cremation, I invite each one of you

to walk to the coffin to make a last gesture,

either with holy water

or simply by putting your hand on the coffin.

We'll take care of her.

My condolences, madam.

Thank you.

-I'll leave you, sir. -Thank you.

Were you aware of the drugs he was taking?

For migraines and… You know, he had medicine for them.

Did you notice anything strange?

Behavioral disorders, drowsiness.

-I don't know… -No.

Sorry.

We can't really know given the state, but it's not a mechanical problem.

Not the brakes, the transmission or the steering. Nothing.

I don't understand.

If he had fallen asleep, he should have ended up across of the road

with that trajectory, not the ravine.

Maybe he wanted to avoid something.

A deer, a dog… I don't know.

You mustn't make a systematic difference.

We systematize thoughts like that.

No, read!

Something global is needed. Where are you going?

Why don't you stay until the end?

I'm sure you'll find a great slogan, as always.

What's that supposed to mean?

But this isn't about what we write on the banners,

we have to go to Davos when Verneuil's there

and ruin her conference.

We decided about Davos. Davos is not accessible.

-The Lausanne summit with all the media. -Go where you're told.

I won't let you talk to me like that, okay?

In the meantime, protest where you're allowed.

You're making them feel good.

If you're not interested, you don't have to come.

I can't afford the ticket anyway.

-Sorry about your friends. -It's fine.

What happened?

You were right.

Can you help me or not?

You don't think I'm crazy now?

I want to know who's to blame for this.

I met a man who thought he'd found the solution to your problem.

In the 1970s, when Klaus Barbie was living in hiding in Bolivia…

Klaus Barbie, the Nazi.

The man claimed to be a journalist to get close to him and kill him.

The idea wasn't so much killing Barbie, but the trial that would follow:

his own trial.

The trial of Klaus Barbie's murderer, so…

Klaus Barbie himself.

It was the only way he'd found to get on the dock:

sacrificing himself to take him out.

Yes. So, did it work?

The man went to La Paz, he did the interview.

He had him there in front of him.

He didn't take the gun out of his pocket.

He probably had too much to lose: a life,

a family,

a job.

I need the name of the culprit.

-That's all I'm looking for. -It doesn't work like that.

A name. A starting point.

You. You found Franck's name.

How?

Through Pleynel. The guy from Nextys.

I have one of his lists. I've been watching him for a while.

His company has a subcontracting mandate with Hexalor.

He oversees all their clinical trials here and in Africa as well.

Pleynel. Alright, yes.

Hold on.

I can help you. It's not that simple.

No, I prefer to be alone.

But thanks.

Turn when possible.

-How does this shit work? -Turn-- Turn-- Turn when--

Let go of me!

Don't move!

-Did you kill my son? -No.

Who was it? Give me a name, bastard!

-Your boss's name! -Come here!

Let go of me! Your boss's name! Who is it?

-Stop! -A name! Give me a name!

Stop! You won't find out what happened to your son in prison.

Fuck.

Hello.

Hello. But…

Professor Pleynel can't see you.

Open that door.

Open that door!

I'm calling security.

Help!

Stop!

Open!

Open!

He's over there!

Get away!

Open up!

Get out!

The police have been notified. They're on their way!

Come on, get in!

Move to the terminal.

Move to the terminal, madam.

You have to move to the terminal.

Choose a program and pay.

I need your card.

Your PIN?

3477.

3477.

Admit you wouldn't have made it without me.

You had better shut your window. You'll get all wet.

Admit it.

No, you were wrong. This is the…

Admit you wouldn't have made it.

Admit it.

You'll get wet too. It's ridiculous. It…

It will wet all the…

But admit it.

Just say "thank you." A little "thank you."

I don't know.

"Thanks for being there. You helped me a lot."

It's not so hard.

Okay. Fine. Thank you.

It's good.

Pleynel has an address, right?

Domaine du Lys, in Chantilly.

Well, then.

Good night.

Was it him?

We're parked too far away. I told you.

Yeah, but hey. Closer, as much…

I didn't know if you take sugar.

I mostly drink tea.

-Oh. -It's fine.

It will be fine.

It was me. I took your chip off so they don't spot us.

Do you have any idea

what a Colombian producer earns from the price you pay at retail?

No.

I'm sure your son would have agreed with me.

Perhaps.

If you still had doubts about Pleynel.

Hold on.

Get out of there!

Let me go! Leave me alone! Leave me.

Let go. What do you…

-Stop! -Let go!

Stop!

Why?

There's something wrong with you!

Not me, my son.

What do you want from me?

You killed him to get the medication back! Tell the truth!

Don't listen to her! She's harassed us for years.

Hexalor ordered you to get rid of his son!

You sent your men to do the dirty work!

That's ridiculous! Hexalor sponsoring a murder?

It's a pharmaceutical lab!

It's a multinational that will do anything for profit.

At least ten patients have complained about her harassing them.

Shut up!

I'm not responsible for the death of your son. Think!

-You're going to think! -Stop.

Franck understood that your medicine was bad!

He was going to reveal it during the campaign and you killed him!

Put that away.

If you want information, talk to Verneuil.

-I'm-- -A piece of shit!

Ready to do anything to take responsibility if there's a problem.

Perhaps. But there was no problem in your son's case!

Yes…

Why did you try to run away?

-Because I was scared. -Why were you scared if you're not guilty?

What do you think?

-Does flattening a cop inspire trust? -No.

Exactly. The guy you crushed yesterday, his colleague, he left my home.

He had just come to tell her to stay quiet

after the number she did at the press conference the other day.

She is under judicial control.

If I had told you, what would you have done?

You'd have gone to the cops.

Look at his head! We've got him!

Let me look at your forehead.

Where are you going?

You don't understand what I'm saying.

It's not just a story of this medication, not just your son or my husband.

It's more complicated than that. Understand?

This is the world we live in! It's the forests.

They're monsters. Don't you understand?

They want us all to be sick!

Stop.

William? It's Diane.

You got the results for the Hexalor sample?

Yes. He's here.

I'll pass you to him.

Hello?

I have the results for your son's sample.

-It's a placebo. -A what?

A drug with no active ingredient.

Why would they give him that?

I prefer to talk to you about it in person.

Okay. Where?

I don't know. Like last time?

Okay.

Walk.

Police! Don't move!

Stop!

-Leave, it's the police! -Quickly! Run!

Go!

Come on.

I don't understand anything. I don't understand this placebo story.

I don't know what that means.

It means that William had the cops on him. That's all.

No. They were there because I killed one of their colleagues.

They don't give a fuck about Hexalor and all that.

Are you really sure?

A hundred percent?

The real question is what we're going to do with the time we have left.

They will eventually stop us.

I didn't want all this. Fuck. I didn't want all this.

Listen. This week, Verneuil is at Davos. We know that.

We might have a chance to get her.

What are you saying? Isn't this enough for you?

Can't you see where we are? Isn't this enough?

You're right. Surrender. It's true. You didn't know it was a cop.

He might not be dead, just in a coma.

You did it to protect me. They'll take that into account.

But first, ask yourself if your son had extenuating circumstances.

They kill kids every day. In Chad, in Sudan, why not in Vosges?

Here, you can hang this in your cell.

Come on.

Up there!

No!

Stop!

You've been hit!

Don't worry.

Where have you been hit?

Calm. It will be fine.

It's going to be fine. It's okay, breathe.

Breathe gently. Breathe.

No.

No. Breathe, calm down. It'll be okay.

Breathe.

No.

No.

No.

Please turn around.

No, you can't.

There you go.

The problem is…

-Thanks. -Good night.

First floor?

After you.

My name is Raoul Kraft.

-The man who attacked Pleynel? -Franck Kraft's father.

-I know what happened to your son. -I'm listening.

May I?

I had his file checked.

He received a placebo.

The drug is out of the question.

They want me to believe that.

It's the truth.

I can only tell you what I know.

Your son was selected because of his migraines,

but they realized he was depressed.

They should have taken him out of the protocol but they didn't.

Now he's dead and you tell me it isn't an accident.

It can't be an accident.

Not on that bend, not with that trajectory.

It's impossible.

I believe you.

But believe me too.

-It isn't our molecule either. -You had him killed.

You don't believe that.

If your son was not a victim of an assassination

or a drug,

and if you tell me that it can't be an accident,

that only leaves one possibility.

Doesn't it?

I can understand you didn't want to admit it.

But I think you knew deep down.

We always know these things, even when we don't want to admit them.

The most plausible thing is that your son ended his life.

I am sincerely sorry.

Professor Pleynel's laboratory was in charge of those trials.

Your son should never have been selected.

He was far too fragile.

They obeyed a detestable logic of profitability.

I want you to know we've just broken our contract with them.

I would understand if you brought legal action against Pleynel.

I can assure you that we would intervene to help you reach an agreement..

I don't understand.

You…

My son is dead.

You're offering me money

because you pretended to treat him?

You're wrong to incriminate the principle of trials.

They help us save millions of lives.

Would not trusting drugs mean not trusting anything when certainty is so rare?

That would be scary for everyone.

You are not a murderer, Mr. Kraft.

Honesty forces me to prove you wrong.

We let tens of millions of people that we could save die,

and we eat and live longer.

That's the only real protocol.

And we all signed it. Both you and me.

We'll start in two minutes.

Raoul Kraft is in my room. He's armed.

-Hello. -What are you doing here?

What do you blame me for?

The kid topped himself, the father lost it.

-I'm very sorry, but it's not my fault. -If you say so.

-It would be the same with anyone else. -You were in charge of the trials.

Unfortunately, the fight is more difficult than expected.

But we fight day after day to create new molecules.

The launch of a new drug is a moment that never fails to move me.

It is the fruit of many years of research.

The average length of time between the discovery of a molecule

and it being publicly available…

Hey, you can't go in there.

…ten years of work,

meticulous combinations, expensive research,

hundreds of millions of dollars spent for the sole purpose of healing.

Our modest contribu--

…Gilbert Vasseur for the alternative group.

Your reaction to Louise Verneuil's murder?

We obviously can't endorse such things.

However, the real defendant of Raoul Kraft's trial today isn't him.

The real defendant is the whole pharmaceutical industry.

The system must be taken to trial

because all the pandemics ravaging the planet today

are due to a complete lack of global therapeutic action.

It does not exist because the logic of profit presides over all that.

-Will this trial be a game changer? -I hope so.

All I know is that recently the World Health Organization

sent an inquiry commission to Sudan

and there are no more clinical trials there now.

That is the first step.

Subtitle translation by: Rebekah Dawes