Absence of Malice Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1981
- 116 min
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As will his friends, his neighbors.
Let us assume he is neither
a murderer nor the subject
of investigation.
Let us suppose that your story
proves to be false on its face.
This story's true.
If papers printed nothing but truth,
they'd never employ attorneys,
and I should be out of work.
I read the file.
I'm not interested
in the facts.
The question is not whether
your story is true,
the question is:
What protectiondo we have if it proves to be false?
Now, then, Mr. Gallagher
is not a public official,
nor is he likely
to become one. Pity.
Is he a public figure?
He's not going to sue, for God's sake.
So, what does it take
to make him a public figure?
If I knew, I should be a judge.
They never tell us till it's too late.
I'd be more comfortable if he were
a movie star or a football coach.
Football coaches are
very safe indeed.
Have we spoken with
Mr. Gallagher?
We don't call the Mafia
for comment.
Please make the attempt.
All right.
If he talks to us,
we'll include his denials,
which will create
the appearance of fairness.
If he declines,
we can hardly be responsible
for errors
which he refuses to correct.
If we fail to reach him,
at least we tried.
What are you telling me?
I'm telling you that the truth
of your story is irrelevant.
We have no knowledge
the story is false, therefore,
we're absent malice.
We've been both reasonable
and prudent, therefore,
we're not negligent.
We may say whatever we like
about Gallagher.
He is powerless to do us harm.
Democracy is served.
[BAND PLAYING
"WHO COMES THIS NIGHT"]
CHILDREN:
Who comes this night
This wintry night
As to the lowly manger
The wise men and the kings
Did come
To welcome in the stranger
Brother Joseph bring the light
Teresa?
TERESA:
Yes, Mother?What are you doing?
You've been away
from the office for an hour.
Are you ill?
I'm not feeling well, Mother.
Shall I send for the nurse?
No, no, Mother, I'll be all right.
If you're coming down
with something, perhaps
you should go home.
We don't want
the whole school infected.
Yes, Mother.
And put out that cigarette.
Yes, Mother.
CHILDREN:
To lay their hearts before him
I'm Michael Gallagher.
What do you want?
Where did this story come from?
[CLEARS THROAT]
What can I do for you?
I wanna know
where this story came from.
I can't tell you that.
Oh, yeah? Who can?
If you want the matter clarified,
speak to the government.
I already spoke to it.
And?
It's not talking.
Mr. Gallagher, were you involved
in Joey Diaz's disappearance?
No.
Can you prove
you were not involved?
I don't have to.
If you're not involved,
why are you being investigated?
I don't know. That's why I'm here.
Have you ever met Mr. Diaz?
You write about everybody
being investigated?
MEGAN:
Everybody we find out about.
What do you write about
when the investigation's over
and the guy's innocent?
Well, they never tell us
when the investigation is over.
Mr. Gallagher, to the best
of our knowledge, our story is true.
We appreciate your coming in
to talk to us,
but, uh, I'm not sure
there's anything we can do.
We have an obligation
to report such things.
You got an obligation
to tell the truth?
Of course.
Well, if you wanna know
what's true,
how come you don't talk to me
before you write what they say?
There was no answer.
You should've called back.
I'm around.
I don't think
this is getting us anywhere.
Is there anything else
we can do for you?
Are we investigating
Mike Gallagher?
We?
Yes, we.
The Justice Department, remember?
Sure.
Where you worked
before you went into politics.
Real smart.
That's why they move you.
Wanna drive to Cleveland?
It says we're investigating
Gallagher.
ROSEN:
That's true.Says he's a Diaz suspect.
Oh, that's not true.
What is he suspected of?
What's the difference?
Stop screwing around.
Look, I run the strike force.
And I run the DA's office.
I tell you anything, it's courtesy.
And I'm telling you
I wanna know what you're doing.
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
No calls.
WOMAN:
It's Jerry Peters,
Committee for a Better Miami.
Okay.
Hi, Jer. How's the golf?
Listen, I tried, but I just
can't do both. It's too far.
Please tell them remarks,
no speech.
See if I can do cocktails one,
dinner at the other, okay?
Thanks, buddy.
Joey Diaz was an honest guy.
He would've run a decent local.
Some creeps made
him disappear.
We got no footprints.
Six months and we're nowhere.
We beat our brains out
talking to people, and we got zip.
We're looking like dopes.
We got $50,000 on the street,
and we don't get a postcard.
I gotta have help.
So you're squeezing Gallagher?
Hey, you got somebody better?
He's Tommy Gallagher's kid.
He's Santos Malderone's nephew.
His old man dealt booze
from Atlanta to Miami.
Those guys kept the union out
of here for 15 years.
He knows those people.
He can get to them if he wants to.
Is he clean?
Oh, that's not the point.
I'm not trying to convict him,
I'm trying to get information.
Diaz got dead. Gallagher's
just getting squeezed.
I suppose you got him
under surveillance too?
No.
He can sure find out if he wants to.
I'm trying to make him want to.
Still don't like it.
You worried about
the ACLU endorsement?
Wanna be a cowboy, go to New York.
Think of the credit you'll get.
Elliott, I want you to talk to him first.
Give him a chance to cooperate.
Then, okay, investigate him
if you have to, but no harassment.
If we nail the Diaz people,
you might get elected to something.
[SHIP HORN BLOWS]
Hey, Mike.
Twelve Bacardi Silver
and 16 Bittersweet
out to the Lullaby.
Right.
WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Mike,to the office. You've got visitors.
Mike, to the office.
The fuzz.
Mike.
Where's your camera?
This is Eddie Frost.
We'd like to talk to you.
Am I under investigation?
Well, that's not
why we're here, Mike.
Do you know anything
about Diaz?
Nope.
If you do, we'd like you to know
we'd make special arrangements.
Ha.
I don't need
any special arrangements.
It might be in your best interest
to cooperate, Mike.
It would go...
Know where that story came from?
No.
Call me when you do.
Where were you May 25th, 1980?
You got a warrant?!
No.
Get the hell out of here.
Come on,
let's get out of here.
[]
What are you doing here?
TERESA:
I read the paper, Michael.What's going on?
Aw, nothing, nothing.
Don't worry about it.
Called the school today.
They said you were sick.
Oh, no. I was just worried
about you, that's all.
Come on in.
I'll get you something to eat.
Oh, how's your dad?
What did the doctor say?
He's fine. He's fine.
He'll outlive us all.
Want a beer?
No.
Michael, tell me what's going on.
I don't know.
TERESA:
Well, is this true?They investigating you?
I don't know
what the hell is going on.
I went to the paper.
What did they say?
You ever try to talk
to a paper?
What are you gonna do?
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