Blue Bloods

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.

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.

Uh, 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