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Your 40th birthday, I mean... wow!

Yeah, wow.

You feel any different?

Not yet.

Well, you look amazing.

We're on the phone.
You can't see me.

I mean in general.

You mean, for 40?

For 30, even.

Somebody's buzzing.

Hold on.

Officer Keith Roosevelt?

Who wants to know?

Detective Investigator Langraf,

District Attorney's Squad.

I'm inviting you down to Central Booking.

For what?

To be charged with official misconduct.

I'm not going anywhere!
What misconduct?

Jamie? Reagan!

Hey, what's going on?

This clown

is inviting me down to Central Booking.

I'm showing you respect.

How about you show me some?

Charged with?

Official misconduct

and tampering with public records.

I call BS.
For what?

Ticket-fixing.

Do you know who my partner's father is?

Do you? I can read, so I can guess.

I bet I could guess
who his sister is, too.

Now let's go.
Hey.

You don't got to treat her like a perp.

Please.

Let's not make this any worse.

I'm right behind you.

He can't do that.

Yes, he can.
He reviewed the evidence

and decided you didn't have enough

on Sergeant Bauer to indict him

for conspiracy to possess
a controlled substance.

Which is the whole reason
we had a wire up on him.

I know.

But the ancillary stuff we harvested...

Ticket-fixing is chump change.

Not to the acting DA.

He wanted some scalps, period.

So there are guys from the squad

making collars
at the precinct as we speak.

As we speak?

I don't even get a heads-up?

This is your heads-up.

And you didn't get this from me.

He thought I was gonna
give the heads-up to the cops?

This is between you and him.

Who you calling?

Who do you think?

Your old man?

No, the DA.

Then take a breath.
Why?

Because you're too pissed off.

It'd be like drinking and dialing,

and friends don't let friends...

So go get dressed

and I'll give you a lift in.

You and your ADAs

and the detectives of
your Investigations Squad

are all way out of line here,

and this department expects and demands

that you void those arrests

and drop all the charges immediately.

I'll give him an hour.

I'll give him a punch in the nose.

No, you won't.

You got through that whole conversation

without dropping a single curse word.

How the hell do you do that?

I was partially raised by nuns.

I want you to go down to Central Booking

and make sure our officers

make no statements to the press.

What happens in an hour,
when this good-for-nothing

hasn't done a thing to walk it back?

You got a crystal ball, Detective?

No, sir.

Just an informed opinion
about the acting DA.

Then check with me in an hour.

How'd it go?

Our acting DA's gone right off the rails,

down an embankment, through an orphanage

and smack into the gas pumps.

Told you I should've come.

Wouldn't have made a lick of difference.

You know he's asking me to be
the office's face on this thing?

Can you imagine?

What'd he say?

That it's...
And I'm basically quoting here...

"your golden opportunity

"to show this office and this city

"that you can wear
the blindfold of justice

where the NYPD is concerned."

He's right.

He's right?

Yes.

Listen to me for a minute.

No.
Yes.

Do you have any idea how many cases

are routed around your desk
because of your family ties?

I just took on a cop!

The wires that got us into this

were up because of my investigation!

I don't have proof, but I'm
guessing he put you on it

as some kind of test.

Find out once and for all.

So, that logic, I'm beholden

to prosecute beat cops

for pulling friends and family
tickets off the pile?

A perk that goes

back well into the last century,
at least?

Come on, Erin.

Shift your weight.

What if this is the DA's version

of your father's broken windows policy?

That nipping crime at the lowest levels

deters more serious stuff?

We're talking about summonses here.

It's still official misconduct

and tampering with public records.

I'm on your side,

but if you back away from this,

you'll be hanging a sign
from the door that says.

"Erin Reagan, Department
of Selective Justice."

So I hit the lights and leaned in.

Saw the one guy for,
like, a split second,

pulling the cover off the car.

Then the second one...
Or however many...

Hit me from behind.

Okay, but you say you got
a good look at the one guy?

A good look at a guy with
a stocking over his head.

About my height, T-shirt
and cargo shorts.

You said "however many."

How come?

They taped my mouth and eyes
so I-I couldn't see,

but I could sort of hear.

Not sure if it was two voices or more.

It's true?

Who are you?

I'm Owen Cairo.

I-I rent this unit.

What did you do?

How could you let this happen?

Don't you have a gun?

Okay, Mr. Cairo.

Look, there's been a robbery.

That's why I'm here!

Only thing appears to be missing

is a 1968 Ford.

The only thing?

It's the whole thing!

Well, I don't follow you.

That '68 Ford

is the Mustang that
Steve McQueen drove in Bullitt.

You do know Bullitt, Detective?

Of course I do.

It's the greatest car chase ever filmed.

Then you know that
the car McQueen drove in,

it is, to millions of men,

the stuff that dreams are made of.

Yeah, I'm with you on that.

Not to mention, probably worth millions.

Yes.

And no one knows how many.

And now it's gone!

Bullitt Mustang.

The Bullitt Mustang
Original Air Date on November 6, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man.

My late father bought it in 1974,

and it's been in the family ever since.

Hidden away, out of sight?

That was my father's wishes.

Why?

Why keep such a beautiful machine

away from the rest of the world?

That secret died with him.

But his will was very specific

as to the use of the Bullitt Mustang.

Namely, no use at all?

Except for it to be driven

under the cover of night
for an hour every week.

Warm up the gaskets and fluids,

keep it in its original operating state.

Driven by...?

For the last 20 years, me.

You and...?

No one.

I gave a few rides, but...

I was the only driver.

Does anybody else in the world know where

or exactly what this machine is?

A few.

I can give you their names,

but, well, there's one
on the very top of the list.

Okay.

Well, we contacted
some experts from Major Case.

Should be here
in about five, ten minutes.

We'll take a break till then,
and you can talk to them.

No.

No, you have to handle this.

Just... just the two of you.

You need an expert to handle this.

This is the Mona Lisa of cars.

No.

I-if other people
get involved,

it could get out.

We have kept this

a secret for a very long time,
Detectives.

Please. I don't want to shine

a spotlight on my family

on top of all of this.

Who's the person at the top of your list?

My wife.

Sybil.

Okay. Go on.

Our prenup stipulates

that if the marriage doesn't
last more than ten years,

she gets nothing.

You've been married how long?

Six.

She's having an affair.

And so it makes sense

that she would arrange for

the sale of the Mustang, sub Rosa,

and be able to walk away

with substantially more than nothing.

You know she's having an affair?

She's supposed to be

in St. Maarten with
her girlfriends this weekend

and I know for a fact

that she's holed up
in a hotel here in town.

I had her... Followed?

She's young and beautiful,

and I am getting older

and more invisible every day.

And I want to underline

that the stance of
this acting district attorney

and the ADAs on this case

is that the officers are innocent

unless and until proven guilty,

and that there is no agenda here

other than carrying out our duties

wearing the blindfold of justice.

Ms. Reagan, can you confirm
that these charges

grew out of wiretaps
that you had warranted

based on a more serious
corruption investigation?

I cannot comment on other investigations

as they do or do not relate

to the officers charged in this case.

So you had wires up on beat cops

trying to nail them
for Mickey Mouse ticket-fixing?

I'll send him a nice bottle...
Please.

That's the acting DA's
statement and not mine.

But I would like to add
that I, and this office,

have nothing but respect
for Commissioner Reagan

and the department he commands.

Hell of a way of showing it.

That's all for now. Thank you.

We need to craft a statement in response.

I know that.

Do you want to write it?

No, that's your job.

Especially today.

I'll get on right it.

We have to be bigger than them.

Okay.

We could lay our response

at the acting DA's feet, but then...
Good idea.

Leave her out of it.
It would look like

I'm assuming that
she's just following orders...

It could.
Instead of standing up

on her own two feet

and saying what's on her own mind.

Which you'd want to communicate.
But as importantly,

I don't want a single one of our people

assuming that I would
hold back on my response

because she's involved.

That, too.

Let me get a draft started.

I'm sorry about this, boss.

Me, too.

Baker, did Ada Reagan return my call yet?

Not as of yet, sir.

Could you try her again?

Yes, sir.

Name's Ruth.

She lives in my building.

She's, like, in her 80s?

She still takes pride
in the fact that she drives.

She's a great old broad.

Hilarious.

So I move her car for her on
alternate side parking days.

And a couple times,
I was late to the chore.

Ticket on the windshield.

Yeah, 90 bucks.

If she had that kind of money,

she'd rent a monthly space.

So you pulled them.

Yeah, wouldn't you?

I would.

As anybody in our shoes would.

That's the one.

The one what?

The one we want.

Judge Schlossberg.

Uncle and patron of the acting DA.

Well, he hasn't done anything.

Not yet.

What are you up to?

Little payback?

Hollywood stop.

That's a violation.

Well, look at you, Reagan.

Sir, get back in the car, please.

I'm sorry, Officers,
did you read my license plate?

Yeah, we did read your license plate.

Did you read the stop sign?

Are you kidding?!

Afraid not, Your Honor.

Son, can you get a handle on
your cute little partner here?

Sir, she's simply pointing out

your moving violation, as is her job.

I didn't break any law.

You rolled through the stop sign.

Reagan, as in Frank?

He's my father, yes,
and Ada Erin Reagan's

my sister, who works for your nephew,

who opened up this particular
can of worms this morning.

You got a beef, I suggest
you take it up with him.

This is harassment, Officer Reagan.

No, this was a routine traffic stop, sir.

Strictly by the book.

Have a good day.

You have to understand
this is a boutique hotel.

Got it.
With a reputation

for utmost discretion.

Got it.

I'll be discreet, I promise.

I left my bullhorn
and machine gun in the car.

Police!

Open up!

Mrs. Cairo,
open up!

Okay, would you do your thing,
Mr., Kyle?

Mrs. Cairo?

Detective Reagan.

Just want to ask you a few questions.

You have no right!
Hey! Hey!

I'm a detective!

So, my husband had me followed again?!

Well, you tell him he's wasting his time.

I'm a detective.

Detective Reagan, NYPD.

You're a police detective.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

Geez, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.
You missed.

Is anybody else in that bedroom?

No.

How about you...
Are you all right?

I'm not supposed to be on my feet.

I just had my boobs, ass and tummy done.

And I had nothing to do with
that damn car going missing.

Assuming that's why you're here.

A 1968 Mustang 390 GT,

fastback, highland green
with vintage California plates.

Detective Baez.

Boy, Adam, Edward, Zebra.

If you hear anything,

I'd really appreciate a call back.

Thank you.

Alert an outfit
called Horseless Carriage.

They transport most
of the valuable automobiles

in this country.

I was just on with them.

Good for you.

And who are you?

Sam Guttman.

I'm a rare automobile broker...

with a keen interest

in the car you're trying to find.

I'm not sure it's for sale.

Everything's for sale
for the right price.

May I sit?

How did you know to look me up?

That's not important.

It is to me.

No laws were broken, Detective.

Can we leave it at that?

Do you all talk to each other?

About something like this?

My, yes.

So, do you have anything for me?

Got a trade.

Well, if it helps me solve this case.

I'll tell you what I have.

Opportunity.

If you can provide me contact

with the current possessor
of the Bullitt Mustang,

and it results my brokering a purchase,

I'd give you 20% of my commission.

I'm trying to catch the guy,
not help him.

And I'm not for sale.

Of course not.

But consider this.

Money like that buys some piece of mind.

With plenty left over for rationale.

You call me if you learn
of anything, Mr. Guttman.

And if you do and you don't call me,

you'll be buying yourself
a whole lot of trouble.

Can you show him the door?

I will be seeing you.

A few people for a ride?

Yeah.

Owen's BS-ing you there.

It was a lot more people than that.

And some he'd only met, like, once.

I warned him.

Why would he mislead us?

You got to understand
my husband, Detective.

He was that kid, you know,

had his parents throw his birthday party

at the go-kart track
or the paintball park,

'cause he was afraid
if it was just his party,

no one would come.

Insecure.

Times a hundred!

Aha.

I'm so sick of having
people following me,

but I know where it comes from.

The no self-esteem in him.

So I put up with it.

And you did all this work,

but you still plan on staying with him?

I did it for Owen.

I'm not going anywhere.

Then why'd you tell him
you were going to St. Maarten?

I wanted to surprise him.

I didn't think the private eye
would stick around the airport.

If you'll excuse me,

it's time for my pill,
which means another nap.

Detective?

I love my husband.

But you're gonna need
to be tough with him.

He's probably embarrassed
about how many people

he took to go look
at that stupid car of his.

How little he knew about most of them.

I will.

There's just one thing I don't quite get.

I'm happy to help if I can.

You and Mr. Cairo,

you're kind of an unusual match.

You mean what's a chick like me

doing with one of the Brooks Brothers?

Like that, yeah.

When I was a kid,
I wanted to be a country vet.

A little older, a Doctor Without Borders.

But both of those take medical school,

and I was never much for school;
Ask anyone.

Right. And then I met
Owen, who's very smart

and... has a heart of
gold by the way, and...

I realized I had someone
to heal and nurture

for the rest of my life.

Leave your card on the table,

and I'll be in touch
if I think of anything.

Will do.

So, one of the cops arrested

at the 12th was your brother's partner.

Yeah, Eddie.
I saw the list.

A couple hours ago,
they ticketed Judge Schlossberg

for a Hollywood stop
outside the parking lot.

Janko and your brother.

Was it a bad stop?

It doesn't matter... the judge is

characterizing it
as harassment and retaliation.

Apparently he called his nephew

and offered to supply the books

to throw at these accused cops.

So now everyone's just going,
"This means war"?

Did you talk to your old man?

Just for a second.

I'm going over there
after I get out of here.

Also, the arresting detectives
from the squad

need ten minutes with you

to go over the grand jury strategies

on the charged cops, if you're up for it.

I'm not really up for any of this.

The conference room in the DA's office.

Come on.

And just for the record,

anybody who asks, I told them
you jumped at the chance

when the DA asked you
to take the lead on this.

Who asked?

More than you think.

Because?

Because no one expected you to.

Where is everyone?

It's not even 6:00.

There aren't detectives in there.

That's a surprise party for my 40th.

I am not in the mood for this.

I am not going in there.

I'd just be a wet blanket.

Then you just fake it.

You got a bunch
of your colleagues in there

that really want to wish you
a happy birthday,

especially on this one.

Why, 'cause it's my 40th?

And your own Independence Day
in a lot of their eyes,

so come on.
I don't...

Alex, I don't, I don't want to.
Come on, Erin, Erin.

Alex, stop it!
Too-too bad.

Surprise!

Wow!

My God!

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

Jean, go home.

Independence Day?

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

It means there's a lot of people

who didn't think I could or would do it.

That is so incredibly misguided,

I don't know where to start.

No it's not, Dad.
Don't play dumb.

The opposite... I'm trying
to be smart enough to understand

why you'd let yourself
get roped into this.

I didn't get roped into it.

I was asked, I thought
about it, I said yes.

It was your idea to arrest those cops?

I didn't say that.

So, the acting DA comes
to you after the fact

and shames you

into taking the lead in this charade,

otherwise you look soft on cops.

That is not how it happened.

Well, pretty damn close.

Can you just please
listen to me for once?!

Yeah, sure.

I can listen.

I was given a choice...

And comparing this to broken windows...

What the hell is that?!

We have mountains of data suggesting

there is a direct correlation

between targeting lower level crimes

to prevent bigger ones
from ever happening!

It wasn't my analogy.

And there's not one iota

of evidence suggesting collaring cops

to squash a summons

has any effect eradicating
corruption at higher levels!

I didn't say it.

Well, you danced around it.

Well, what the hell was I supposed to do?

Like you've never coughed up some jive

on account the mayor liked
the way it sounded?

Now, I don't want to fight with you,

but I am not gonna take
a lesson from you here either.

I will tell you in private
what I said in public.

I have nothing but respect
for you and this department.

You have a hell of a way of showing it...

But this DA's office,
and this particular Ada,

also has a duty, a license,

and the full support of the rule of law

to call 'em like we see it,
even if the perps wear blue

and hide behind that old skirt

of a long and cherished tradition.

You know... I never
thought I'd say this,

but I heard contempt in your voice.

No, Dad, you hear your daughter
unable and unwilling

to see it your way.

And I don't enjoy it either,
but there it is.

I have my birthday dinner with Nicky.

I'm gonna be late.

Where are you going?

Apparently cheap
and delicious Cuban-Chinese

is making a comeback
in Morningside Heights.

She's insisting on treating, so...

So.

Well...

Happy birthday.

Thanks, Dad.

Wait!

All right, settle down.

I think you all know why he's here.

So with no further ado, our
union president, Johnny Lyons.

So, this is what
the criminal class looks like.

Hey, you know that movie
The Untouchables?

Sean Connery goes, "He sends
one of yours to the hospital",

"you send one of his to the morgue.

That-That's the Chicago way."

Well, they send some of ours
to Central Booking,

so we'll send all of theirs
to caseload hell.

And that is the NYPD way, right?

And how about this,
Mr. Acting District Attorney?

Anything less than a Class A felony,

and our guys can't make it
to your courts to testify.

Yeah, you want to treat us like
a bunch of third-grade kids.

Let's see how those wheels
of justice turn without us.

Now, are you with me?

Are you with me?

No. I am not.

Ten-hut!

Hello, Johnny.

An unexpected pleasure, Commissioner.

Emphasis on "unexpected."

You've got that right.

As you were.

I'm as mad as you are

that the DA's office
disrespected us this way,

but I do not want to hear
another word about a blue flu.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Understood?

Yes, sir!

Officer Janko, step forward.

Squash some summonses, did you?

Don't answer.

If you did, would it have been
to line your own pockets?

No, sir.

Would you have personally
profited in any way?

No, sir.

Let's say there's
an old lady in my building,

who's on a tight budget.

90 bucks a pop, that would sink
her for the entire month.

Officer Roosevelt.

Yes, sir.

Would you personally profit in any way?

Say, accept a fat tip in exchange?

No, sir.

I believe you.

I believe both of you,

but, see, there is no way to prove

that there wasn't a quid pro quo.

And appearances matter.

When I started on the job,

all our meals were on the arm.

I never paid for food or drink,

and come Christmastime I had
enough gift bottles of booze

to start my own saloon.

It was a perk.

Of a job that doesn't have many.

Like pulling summonses.

But the bosses put an end to it.

"Appearances," they said.

And on a rookie salary,
with mouths to feed,

I can tell you that it hurt.

But... they were right.

But this isn't that.

The patrol guide clearly states

that you cannot accept
free goods and services

'cause you're on the job.

Or squash tickets either.

Now... I am going
to straighten this out

with the acting DA,

and you are going to make
your court appearances or else.

In the meantime, if you're
going to summons a judge

or get an Ada's car booted

or breathalyze a clerk...

just make damn sure you can show cause.

There's pretty much nothing I don't know.

Ten-hut!

Reagan, like the president.

We just want to talk to him.

Please tell him to give me a
call as soon as he gets this.

Thank you.

Venezuela? Since when?

Okay, thanks.

I'm 0 for 8, how about you?

Nada.

Seems Mr. Cairo's got
a long list of acquaintances

and none of 'em local.

Right.
You know, I've got a confession to make.

I've never seen Bullitt.

You've never seen Bullitt?

Yeah, I just said that.

So tell me what the big deal is.

'Cause from where I'm sitting,

everybody's in a tizzy over some
used car from an old movie.

A car that was in the greatest
car chase ever filmed

with the coolest movie star ever.

Yeah, okay, but still.

You've seen The Wizard of Oz?

Yeah, of course.

Okay, well, it's Dorothy's
Ruby red slippers.

It's Neil Armstrong's space suit.

It's Bruce Springsteen's Fender Esquire

on the cover of Born to Run.

It's a thing that you could touch

that stands for a whole feeling
that you had about things,

what was cool and inspired you.

I mean, that's a lot
to put on an old Ford.

Look, you either get it or you don't.

Back to work.

♪ Happy birthday... ♪
Stop.

Stop.

Stop.
What?

You can't sing that.

Pop.

Why?

We can't sing "Happy
Birthday" to Aunt Erin?

No, not unless you want
to pay the company

that owns the rights.

I read about that.

I thought they settled that.

Not yet.

The lawyers for the publishing
company are making an appeal.

They're still fighting
over this ridiculous non-issue,

as lawyers do.

I'm a little lost here.

Well, long story short,

according to the intellectual
property statutes,

you couldn't sing
the "Happy Birthday" song

unless you paid a royalty

to the company that owned the copyright,

or you were breaking the law.

Pretty silly, don't you think?

Nice, both of you, very sweet.

Okay, but people have been singing.

"Happy Birthday" forever for free.

Their point being... is that the
cops had been pulling tickets

forever as a courtesy for free,
and now they can't.

Because of an overreaching
district attorney's office.

With a bunch of schoolmarms
and hall monitors

running the joint, apparently.

Down the street from a police department

who thinks they're
above the law, apparently.

Hey, let's keep it civil.

You started this.

He did.

You both did.

Can we please change the subject?

Yes, you're right, Nicky.

We should take a moment

to celebrate your mother's birthday.

Thank you.

I should blow out these candles
before I burn down this cake.

Don't forget to make a wish.

I think I'm a little old
for that, but... here we go.

Yay.

I remember your 17th, do you?

Remind me.

You and Karen Schultz and Betsy Hamilton

had a little beach
party down at Rockaway.

Right.
And on the way back,

they got stopped for
speeding on the Belt.

Okay, Dad.

And one of the boys in the back,

a star running back of the
football team, as I remember...

Jim Sperling.

That's it.

Well, he had an open can of beer

and a half case more on the floor.

And he was gonna get kicked
off the football team.

It's not really a good story,
Dad, so let's just...

Yeah, well, your mother
had the officer call me.

And I had the summons squashed.

And that, boys and girls, is
what we call the good old days.

Good old days.

I know something's wrong.

He never misses watching
60 Minutes with me.

Owen said if I watch 60 Minutes

and read The Economist
cover-to-cover every week,

it's like a vaccine against
all the crap that's out there,

and we watch it together every Sunday.

Why don't you just slow...?

Plus his mother hasn't heard from him.

So she called me, and I told her
about the car gone missing,

and she about had a stroke.

Mrs. Cairo.

She says that Owen's almost broke.

She controls his trust,

and she said if he tries to sell the car,

he could get himself killed.

How could selling a car
get someone killed?

She wouldn't tell me.

Says I'm not family and I never will be.

That stupid bitch.

Okay. Does she have a name?

Cloris.

Okay, does Cloris have
a number, an address?

Yeah, of course.

Got a pen?

Yeah.

Detective Baez.

When did it come in?

Okay.

Thanks.

That was one of the car
transporters I canvassed.

About an hour ago,

they got a rush order
pickup for a '68 Ford,

going from Jones Beach

to a dock in Baltimore.

Okay.

Detective Reagan... please...

don't let anything happen to him.

Cloris, this is Detective Reagan
with the NYPD.

I'm gonna ask you some questions,

I need you to answer them
completely and honestly, okay?

Ma'am... ma'am,
with all due respect,

I'm trying to save your son.

So would you do me a favor

and just answer the damn questions?

Bingo.

We're in the right spot.

"Horseless Carriage."

Police! Hey!

Keep the truck in park and stay
in the cab, you understand me?

Yeah, Detective,
but you better get in line.

What?!

Son of a bitch.

Take him around the front.
Yeah.

Keep your hands on the wheel!

Hey, get out of the car.

Come on! Get out!

Get over there.

Good evening, Detective Baez.

You know this guy?

Yeah, he's a fence for rare cars.

Now that hurts.

I can arrest you
for hindering prosecution!

On the contrary!

How do you think the transporters got

your cell number to call you?

Did you give them your card?

No.

But you did give it to me.

I had your card.

I told them how to get ahold of you.

I'm not a fence.

I'm a legitimate businessman.

I represent a party willing
to go as high as $6 million

for the clean title
of the Bullitt Mustang.

Great.
That's a nice touch

with the '68 Charger here.

It's the other car in
the Bullitt chase scene.

I'm glad you appreciate it.

I do.

Hey, Danny, is that it?

Get over there.

That's it.
That's it.

I said stay over there.

Get, you know, get in the car.

Come on!
Get your ass in there!

Stay there.
Staying in.

I'm Owen Cairo.

I believe you're expecting me?

No... I'm afraid we were, Mr. Cairo.

You're under arrest

for insurance fraud and
falsely reporting an incident.

This is my car.

I know that.

But you got greedy.

You had it stolen

so you could double-dip
and collect the insurance.

So, it may be your car,
but now your ass is mine.

We can settle this.

Let me just get the car on its way...

No can do.

I own it.
Yeah.

The title, free and clear.

I... I have the right
to sell it.

Yeah, but then we'd have to add

felony, fraud and misrepresentation

to your list of charges.

Or you could face an early grave,

depending on who the buyer is.

What are you talking about?

That's not the Bullitt Mustang.

It's just a green '68.

No.

Yeah.

Yeah, you can check the VIN number.

It's over there on the...
passenger side dashboard.

Right over there, you see?
Go ahead!

Check it.

Mr. Cairo, this car
was manufactured

six months after the Bullitt car.

My father bought the Bullitt car from...

Yes, he did.

And then he bought this one a week later

from a used car lot in Garden City

as a dummy car for insurance in
case somebody got a crazy idea

to pull a stunt like
you're doing right now.

Where's the other car?

I'm afraid only your mother knows that.

Damn them.

Damn them to hell.

Hands behind your back.

If it's any
consolation, Mr. Cairo,

and I hope it is, your
wife truly loves you.

You drive him, I'll drive the evidence.

Sure, okay.

I have Ada Reagan.

Sent your detail to my office.

Looked like I was being arrested.

And how'd that feel?

Not funny.

I need a few minutes of your time.

Please?

Well, maybe more than a few minutes,

depending on how this goes.

For what?

For you and me to go over these

and come up with a compromise,

regarding my officers
and your charges against them

that we can take to your boss
and get him to sign off on.

This isn't something
you and I should be doing.

I think it is.

We don't run the district
attorney's office... me or you.

No, but we do run a family business.

And the moment you chose
to pick up that microphone

and call out my officers...
And you had the right,

the responsibility even,
I'll give you that...

But you made a choice that
impacted the family business.

And what always comes first?

Family.

Okay.

Let's get to work.

Officer Keith Roosevelt.

Francis X.

Frank.

I have to go by the name on the license.

Don't make trouble.

How'd you swing this?

Told his mother I'd do what I could

during my testimony at trial.

Name?

Francis X.

Do what you could?

Well, nothing untoward.

You know, no priors,
pillar of the community.

That type of junk.

Right this way, please.

All right.

Enjoy.

I'm impressed.

I got the chills.

You got the chills?

Damn.

What?

I don't know, just damn.

Yeah, damn.

Wow, look at it, Gramps.

The real deal.

Hey, will you, take a picture of us?

With the car?

Hey, let's take a picture.

Best Christmas card photo ever.