The New Protocol Page #3

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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!

I could analyze them, yeah.

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

or simply touch the casket.

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.

We agreed Davos is no go.

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.

- Sorry about your friends.

- 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.

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