The New Protocol Page #2

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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.

They're there!

Go! Go!

I can't. It's red.

All the more reason! Hit it!

What are you doing?

- Have you gone crazy?

- Get in!

- The car's gone.

- We have to beat the others.

OK, now we stop!

Leave this to me!

I'm not even sure

they were following us.

I didn't make that up.

Don't underestimate them.

Where'd you get this?

I needed those pills.

Look at it my way.

Listen!

You're a thieving maniac!

You aren't the only one bereaved!

They killed my husband!

I've fought them by myself

and lost everything!

My friends, family, job.

Everything!

I overstepped the mark

but you have a chance

to nail them finally!

Don't make me give up.

Ms Delteil!

It's them! Let me in!

They're after me!

Please let me in!

Please!

Let me in!

Quick!

What are you doing?

Who were they?

You tell me.

- What really killed your husband?

- A prescription,

a painkiller made by Hexalor.

One week later, heart attack.

Not just him.

It killed about 20 people

before they withdrew it.

Officially it was

a statistical accident.

Whatever they call it, Vincent is dead.

- Why didn't you sue?

- I did.

There may be a trial some day.

Me and my debts

against their ace lawyers.

How can I lose?

My husband died of a legal drug

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,

the labs moved their tests

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

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