Law & Order (1990) Episode Scripts

Illegitimate

In the criminal justice system the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups, the police who investigate crime and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders.
These are their stories.
Yeah.
Scott, this is Detective Lou Cavello, I need you to listen, okay? Whatever this is about, we'll work it out.
I'm here to help you with that.
You can't help me.
Yes, I can.
What you got is a temporary solution, don't make it a permanent problem.
First step forward is to let the hostages go.
Scott, work with me here.
Good, now I want you to drop the gun, walk out nice and easy, hands behind your head.
End this.
Doing real good, Scott.
Now drop the gun.
Scott, drop the gun.
Drop it! Detective Lupo, this is Detective Bernard, we're from the 27.
Lieutenant Donner, borough shooting team leader.
My associate, Sergeant Lampard.
What have you got for us, boss? Sergeant Scott Waylon, 12 years on the job, starts getting his load on, next thing, he's taking hostages.
- How'd it play out? - Guy drew down.
Gun wasn't even loaded.
A cop suiciding by cop? Okay, well, we can help you canvass for witnesses.
We've got it covered.
All right, well, how are you fixed on interviewing the officers who fired? We'll handle the interviews.
Maybe we can get you some coffee? You know who you're talking to? We're not trying to step on your toes, Lieutenant.
But we need to be able to tell our CO there's a good reason we're not working our usual cases.
Found them in Waylon's pocket.
Alphabet City address on the key chain doesn't match his primary residence.
Check it out.
And report back.
"Maybe we can get you some coffee?" Decomp.
Lupes! Guess who's getting coffee now? Scott moved out a few years back when he got married.
But he kept the place.
Rent-controlled apartments, people like to hang onto them.
What'd he do, sublet it? Yeah, he had a Russian grad student for a while, but the guy bugged out a few months ago.
And since then? Place has been empty.
Scott couldn't find another tenant, got way behind on the rent.
Landlord gave him until the end of the month, then he was going to evict him.
Okay, thanks.
The landlord was kicking Waylon out at the end of the month.
Waylon would've had a tough time explaining his friend here in the closet.
How long has he been dead? A week, give or take.
There's blood caked on the back of the skull there.
Yeah, we found a dent in the wall, over by the window, with blood spatter.
One thing might have to do with the other.
You think? You happen to find any ID while you've been poking around? No, but I'd say what you have here is a male Caucasian, 60-70.
Rich male Caucasian.
Merino wool, inlaid ivory buttons.
What've got here? Waylon had the lease on this place, he was keeping it as a sublet, but it's been empty except for the John Doe there.
Going by the size of the maggots, he's been dead about a week.
Looks like he died in a struggle.
Maybe with Waylon.
Okay, we'll take it from here.
Sorry, we caught this one.
So we'll handle it.
We could always use some coffee though.
I appreciate what you're saying, Lieutenant, and if we clear this John Doe homicide, we'll be happy to share the credit.
But my detectives will be keeping the case.
I'm not sure the brass would agree.
I'll ask them.
I'm having drinks with Deputy Commissioner Galen tonight.
Now tell me you're going to clear this case.
Well, our John Doe is still a John Doe.
His prints aren't in the system, and he doesn't match any missing persons.
Cause of death, skull fracture.
Courtesy of Sergeant Waylon? Could be, he was the only one with access to the apartment.
Talk to me about this Waylon.
Uh, he was behind on his rent.
He was working all the OT he could rack up.
Money problems.
This might have something to do with it.
His cell phone records show a lot of calls to a nudie joint on the West Side.
A stripper habit can get very expensive.
So, he's running up debt.
You throw in a dead guy in a Merino wool suit, and it looks like Waylon got himself jammed up big time.
Which might explain why he decided to go out in a blaze of glory.
Talk to his widow, see if she knows who this man in the wool suit is.
They're saying Scotty flipped out.
I can't believe it.
Well, between the sublet and his overtime, we can see that money was a big worry.
You want to tell us about it? Trisha, there were a lot of calls from Scotty's phone to a strip club.
Do you know anything about that? Scotty said we weren't supposed to talk about it because it's against department rules.
Oh.
He worked there? Yes, as a bouncer.
A second job on top of his overtime? Why'd he need money that bad? It's all my fault.
I was so stupid.
What'd you do? It was a scam.
I got an email from some official person in Nigeria.
They said that they needed my help, and if I put in a little bit of money, I'd get a lot back.
It all looked so official.
How much did they take you for? $62,000.
All of our savings.
I thought Scotty was going to kill me, but he was so sweet.
He forgave me.
Well, he must have loved you a lot.
We're trying to identify someone he might have known.
Older guy, 60 or 70, white, well dressed, maybe rich.
That sound familiar? No, that doesn't sound like anybody Scotty knew.
Did you know that, he had something taped to the bottom of this? No.
Let's see what we got here.
These look old.
And valuable.
Letter from Ulysses S.
Grant to Jefferson Davis.
And this one is a deed of trust written to Woodrow Wilson.
God, Scotty, what did you do? They're genuine, I can tell you that.
Should fetch about 4 to 8 grand each on the open market.
And where's the open market? Auctions.
Online merchants, too, though you take your chances with authenticity.
Do you have any idea where these might have come from? The codicil to Martin Van Buren's will.
I bid on it at auction last month.
Lost out to Norman Lukovitch.
Retired radiologist.
Real player in the field.
He's in here once a month.
Have you ever seen him in a suit with buttons like these? Oh, yes.
A very nice Merino wool suit.
Mr.
Lukovitch is always on the go.
Rio, Paris, Palm Springs.
He doesn't always check in.
So I don't think anything of it if I don't see him for a while.
You ever seen him with this guy? No.
That's not really Mr.
Lukovitch's type.
He likes them younger and buffed out.
Lupes, in here.
What? Somebody's already been through here.
Uh-huh.
I guess Waylon.
Got the keys off of Lukovitch after killing him.
Looks like he cleaned the place out.
Not quite.
He didn't plan on Lukovitch having a safe.
Some guys just can't buy a break.
Hmm.
The lab confirmed the DOA in the closet as Lukovitch.
You know, if Waylon knew Lukovitch was gay, it's probably how he lured him up to his sublet to rob him.
The way Lukovitch was killed tells me that things didn't go like Waylon planned.
Nothing else did, either.
All the really good stuff was in that safe.
FDR's hat, Truman's watch, a wig from Millard Fillmore.
Our 13th president.
Aren't you the fount of information today.
There's no way a beat cop like Waylon stakes out Lukovitch and commits a robbery of these specialized goods, unless he already has a buyer.
The guy never worked Major Cases, just your meat and potatoes burglaries for three years.
Hard to see where he would've met a sponsor for this job.
He was a bouncer at a strip club.
Just because somebody likes to collect presidential memorabilia doesn't mean that they don't appreciate a lap dance.
I fired Scott about a month ago.
I come to found out he's body-guarding for one of my customers and I can't have employees fraternizing with the clientele.
So what do you call that? That's business.
Who was the customer that he was working for? If I give out that information he won't be my customer anymore.
Well, if you don't give it out, you won't have a place of business anymore.
Got it.
His name's Ian Dryden, he's a business manager.
And the way he throws money around, he must be doing good.
Got contact info for Dryden? Who the hell lives on a boat? Sailors? Have you seen the size of the toilets on these boats? I get a cramp just thinking about it.
Dryden's Folly, here it is.
Mr.
Dryden, NYPD! Mr.
Dryden? NYPD! Another one.
I'm starting to think it's us.
Mr.
Dryden had a couple girls over every night, rotated them through.
Girls and yachts, you can't beat it.
Well, I don't think Mr.
Dryden would agree with that right now.
When's the last time you saw anybody on the boat? Two days ago, early evening.
His new bodyguard went aboard.
Left a couple of minutes later.
His new bodyguard? Scott, Scotty.
Something like that.
I think he was a cop.
What time was he on the boat, again? Just before 8:00.
Waylon was here Monday night around 8:00, two hours before he took hostages at the bar.
Dryden might have been dead by the time Waylon got here.
His cell phone's got a bunch of incoming calls starting around 9:00 Monday morning.
Any evidence that this guy collected presidential memorabilia? No, closest thing is autographed photos of strippers at a Sarah Palin look-alike contest.
Hey, B.
, check this out.
I think we just connected another dot.
Our dead guy in the closet.
"Lukovitch, 1664.
" That was the ME.
They confirmed that Dryden was killed Monday morning.
He still had some half-chewed bagel and lox in his gullet.
Wasn't Scott Waylon on duty up in the Bronx Monday morning? Yes, he was.
It was somebody else that snapped Dryden's neck.
If Dryden's murder had something to do with the Lukovitch robbery, maybe it was a murder Waylon didn't expect, which could be what sent him over the edge.
You know, there's no evidence Dryden collected presidential memorabilia, so even if he arranged for Waylon to rob Lukovitch, it was for somebody else.
Yeah, somebody else who could be that somebody that killed Dryden.
Let's connect some more dots.
The notation in Dryden's date book.
Lukovitch 1-6-6-4.
Could be a pin code, a password.
Here it is, right here.
It's his client ID number at Southington's Auction House.
It's there on those invoices for the stuff Lukovitch bought last month.
Those client numbers are usually confidential.
How did Dryden get his hands on it? Was he Lukovitch's business manager? No relationship of any kind.
All right.
Ask the auction house who's been nosing around Lukovitch's accounts.
We safeguard our clients' information with the utmost diligence.
Nothing just slips out.
That's what we thought.
After the auction, did anyone inquire about the lots that Doctor Lukovitch bought? Uh, let me see.
We normally get inquiries about lots that went unsold.
Alexander Hamilton's penis? It purports to be Mr.
Hamilton's.
Southington's makes no guarantees.
Just curious, how much is Hamilton's penis worth? Not as much as Napoleon's.
There were four inquiries.
I beg your pardon? That's how long Doctor Lukovitch has been a client.
It says it right there next to his client number.
I can read it in the reflection off the computer screen on your glasses.
Oh.
The people who inquired about those lots, did any of them do it in person? Because they would've sat right here where I'm sitting staring into those big beautiful glasses of yours.
There was a Mr.
McIntyre.
A Dryden client.
I came up short at the auction, it's my own fault.
I was bidding over the phone, it all went down so damn fast.
Before I knew it, some lucky fellow got the top bid.
And you tried to find who this lucky fellow was.
Yes, to make him a better offer.
But Southington's told me they have this policy about giving out information on their clients.
So when they wouldn't give you the information, what'd you do? What could I do? Anyway, it's not like Ulysses S.
Grant only signed one letter in his life.
I found one on the internet today.
One more thing.
Your business manager was Ian Dryden, right? Yes.
Heard one of his girlfriends did him in.
Unbelievable.
That's a theory.
We're asking all of his clients where they were Monday morning.
You mean, me? I was late leaving the house.
Clipper, my German shepherd, took off after a squirrel.
Nice looking dog.
Airplane toilets, good money in that? It's a family business.
But it's really not me.
I know what you mean.
Those little toilets, I get a cramp just thinking about them.
Look, I have a conference call in 10 minutes, so, if we're done We're done.
Thank you for talking to us.
You play pool? The pool cue.
No, that's a tachi.
It's a wooden sword.
You do jujitsu? Right.
Martial arts.
That's you, thanks.
If he knows jujitsu, he knows how to snap a neck plus his prints were in Dryden's boat.
Along with 18 other sets of prints.
What about McIntyre's alibi? He's divorced, he lives alone in a townhouse.
People see him walking his dog every day.
As far as Monday morning a week ago, our guess is as good as theirs.
Well, what did they say at Dryden's marina? Well, the guard's seen McIntyre there a few times, but not on Monday morning.
Well, then I'd say you don't have much of anything.
Check this out.
Dryden withdrew $6,000 cash from McIntyre's account two weeks ago.
That same day, Scott Waylon, he paid his rent, his car insurance and a medical bill all in cash.
Five grand total.
So the 6 grand was a down payment.
McIntyre got Dryden to hire Waylon to rob Lukovitch.
But Waylon probably didn't know he was actually working for the king of flying toilets.
Who all of a sudden decided to kill Dryden with his bare hands.
So we think.
Because Waylon killed Lukovitch, McIntyre's liable for felony murder, he probably thought by killing Dryden Lukovitch's murder couldn't be traced back to him.
McIntyre has a boat.
Once a month, Dryden cut a check on his behalf for rent to the Westside Marina.
Here it is, Brookline.
Thirty foot go-fast boat registered to a weekend warrior named John McIntyre.
Docked at berth L65 since June 2003.
He take it out last Monday the 12th? Yup.
Out at 7:30 a.
m.
, back 30 minutes later.
How long from here down to the Chelsea Piers Marina on a boat like that? Ten minutes, tops.
Now we know how he got past the marina guard.
Thanks.
Just make sure he gets out twice a day.
Mmm-hmm.
I'll send instructions if I need to extend my trip.
Hey, don't let go of that dog.
You boarding your pet? I'm going on a business trip.
Uh-huh.
Morocco, a country with no extradition treaties.
How about that.
What's the meaning of this? You're going on a sightseeing tour of Rikers' Island.
You're under arrest for the murder of Ian Dryden.
Come on, put your hands on the van.
Good boy, Clipper.
Ian Dryden was my friend and business associate for 12 years.
Why, in God's good earth, would I kill him? FYI, Mr.
McIntyre, innocent people usually don't phrase their answers in the form of question.
What do I care what people usually do? There you go again, another question.
Let's talk about where you were Monday morning.
I was on my boat.
I didn't tell you because my registration had expired.
If I had known my liberty was at stake Where did you go on your boat? Up to the Tappan Zee and back, I just needed to feel the wind in my face.
That business trip to Morocco Why are they talking to him? Didn't he call a lawyer? Yes, but he waived his rights, he can't help himself.
He likes to hear the sound of his voice.
That was a bit of a fib for the benefit of my board of directors.
I was going to climb the Atlas Mountains.
It's what I do.
I'm a man of action.
Mmm.
No wonder you're interested in Ulysses Grant.
It must have pissed you off his letter ended up with Doctor Lukovitch.
What are they doing? Why bring up Lukovitch? Well, they're just throwing McIntyre a curve.
He put in a winning bid Thank you, Detective.
Mr.
McIntyre, I'm Assistant District Attorney Rubirosa.
I think that it's best that we stop questioning until Mr.
McIntyre's attorney gets here.
You want us to just sit here staring at each other? Not a bad idea.
Mr.
McIntyre's lawyer.
Nolan Farber.
And why are you talking to my client? Blame him, he didn't invoke.
He's invoking now.
Goodbye.
The next time you want to interrupt an interrogation by my detectives, do me the courtesy of checking with me first.
We arrested him for the Dryden murder.
I don't see the point in tipping him off that we're also trying to implicate him for the Lukovitch murder.
At least not until we get all our ducks in a row, which, according to the police reports that I have read, is a far and distant thing.
Docket number 62971, People v.
John J.
McIntyre.
One count of Murder in the Second Degree.
Wave reading, enter a plea of not guilty.
People on bail? We request remand, Your Honor.
The defendant was arrested while trying to flee to a country without an extradition treaty with the U.
S.
That's a no-no, Mr.
McIntyre.
Remand pending trial.
One other matter, Judge.
We request the court expedite any Molineux hearing the prosecution might move for.
Your Honor, a hearing is premature.
They intend to introduce evidence of an uncharged homicide at my client's trial for the Dryden murder, a homicide the police questioned my client about.
Is any of this true, Miss Rubirosa? We haven't conclusively decided on a trial strategy, Judge.
And it was only one question.
We're doing Molineux right now.
We have a right to fair notice.
You should've thought of that before shucking and jiving me, let's go.
What is this uncharged crime? The robbery homicide of Norman Lukovitch.
And why haven't you charged Mr.
McIntyre with that crime? The investigation is ongoing, but the People believe that Mr.
McIntyre killed Mr.
Dryden to cover up the fact that he had hired him to orchestrate the robbery of Mr.
Lukovitch, a robbery which resulted in Mr.
Lukovitch's death.
There it is, Your Honor.
They want to argue before a jury that my client killed one man to cover up another crime they can't even prove he did.
It's bootstrapping.
Using an uncharged crime, to establish motive is admissible under Molineux.
Not when the prejudicial impact outweighs the probative value.
That's what it looks like to me too, Miss Rubirosa.
You're precluded from using any information about the Lukovitch murder in the Dryden trial.
Your Honor, since their sole allegation of motive in the Dryden killing is inadmissible, I'm moving for a dismissal of the charge.
The proper place to argue motive is before a jury, not a judge at an arraignment.
I'll ignore that.
Do you have any other motive for the Dryden murder? Not at this time.
I that case, I'm dismissing the charge without prejudice.
If I may, Your Honor, I ask that the charge be dismissed with prejudice on the basis of prosecutorial misconduct.
That's ridiculous! From the moment my client was arrested, Miss Rubirosa knew this case rested on the back of an uncharged felony murder.
It's why she ordered the police to stop questioning my client about the Lukovitch murder.
Yet, when asked about it by Your Honor, she knowingly misrepresented That misstates the record.
Not to me.
You're an officer of the court.
You had a duty to be forthcoming when I ask you a question point-blank.
In the interest of justice, I'm dismissing this case with prejudice.
Next case.
Bravo.
Well done.
I have never misrepresented anything in court.
The judge is out of her mind.
I'll start drafting the appeal today.
No slam-dunk.
Even if the Appellate Court reverses Judge Cutler, we're back to a thin case on the Dryden murder.
Then don't waste your time, hand the appeal off to a rookie.
Oh, that's great.
A couple cops go off the reservation and I'm the one that take the hit? Those cops had a talkative suspect and they pushed their luck.
If they'd gotten an incriminating statement, we'd all be giving them attaboys.
They got played and now we can't touch McIntyre for the Dryden murder.
Spilt milk, Connie.
The Dryden murder was never the main course anyway.
It's one accomplice killing another.
I'd rather see McIntyre go down for Doctor Lukovitch's murder.
Make that happen.
We have even less evidence on McIntyre for the Lukovitch robbery than we do for the Dryden murder.
First things first.
Lukovitch obviously had something McIntyre wanted.
Let's figure out what that is.
It's a list of presidential memorabilia that Doctor Lukovitch bought at Southington's.
Now, on the assumption that that's what McIntyre was after In blue is what we found at Lukovitch's house, in red is what we found in his safe.
In black is what we found under the crib in Waylon's house.
As you can see, everything's accounted for.
Not a piece of memorabilia missing.
So, whatever McIntyre hired Waylon to steal, he never go it.
It might be one of the items in the safe that Waylon couldn't open.
Three deaths for nothing? I hope McIntyre's happy.
He should be, he's getting away with it.
Look, we were just trying to hand you the best case possible.
It doesn't always come up roses.
Fair enough.
Well, now that we're all friends again, have you looked for evidence that McIntyre tried to contact Lukovitch directly before hiring Waylon? Yeah, we thought about that.
The only doctor that McIntyre saw was an endocrinologist the day before Dryden was killed.
An endocrinologist? Our man of action didn't look sick to me.
I can't discuss Mr.
McIntyre, it's patient confidentiality, maybe you've heard of it.
We have.
You know, this is a nice office.
What do you think, insurance fraud? Could be.
What are you talking about? I hate to make a trip for nothing, so let's forget about Mr.
McIntyre.
Let's talk about your insurance billings.
You think a subpoena would help disclose any discrepancies between what was billed for and what you actually treated? Jay's got this cockamamie idea that he has Addison's disease.
Addison's, that's the, um, autoimmune disorder, isn't it? It is.
Jay doesn't have it.
At least not according to every diagnostic test that I've run.
I have run them all.
So you're saying McIntyre is a hypochondriac? Except that he's obsessed with Addison's.
The last time, he came running in here with some hair.
He said it belonged to his father who definitely had Addison's.
He actually wanted me to run comparative DNA tests on that hair and his own to prove that he had it, too.
Did he say where he got the hair? No.
Anyway, I told Jay that since the hair didn't have follicles I couldn't run a DNA test.
He insisted, so I put the hair under a microscope.
What could you tell from that? I was humoring him.
The only thing I could tell, was that the hair had been dyed from white to brown.
He was furious.
That the hair had been dyed? Yeah.
Jay needs a shrink, not an endocrinologist.
Yes.
Put him in Room Two.
I'll be back.
Don't touch anything.
Check this.
The day before McIntyre came in here with a hair sample, Waylon charged 40 bucks on his credit card at a barbershop.
I told Scotty not to take it.
What did he want to take? Some hair off the floor.
I said it was human waste and the Board of Health would be on me for it.
He said he was a regular customer and a cop, and he didn't care.
He bought some hair products to shut me up.
Did he say why he wanted to take that hair? He said it was samples for this father-in-law's hair piece.
Hey, it's what he said.
The hair that he took, can you describe it? Brown and wavy.
He said it had to be brown and wavy.
By mistake, could have picked up hair that had been dyed brown? Sure.
In fact, the customer who came in right before Scotty was Mr.
Ingles.
He dyes his white hair brown.
Doesn't think people notice.
We think Waylon gave McIntyre that hair.
Or, more likely, gave it to Dryden who then turned it over to McIntyre.
A lock of wavy brown hair.
Except McIntyre freaked out when it wasn't actually brown.
Lukovitch had a lock of hair among his memorabilia.
JFK's hair.
It was in the safe that Waylon couldn't get open.
Got it.
John F.
Kennedy's hair.
At least that's what the authentication says it is.
So this is what Waylon was hired to steal.
And when he couldn't get it out of the safe, he got it from a barbershop and tried to pass it off as the real thing.
No hair, no money.
It's a long way for Mr.
McIntyre to go just to own a little bit of history.
What did he tell his doctor? That the hair belonged to his father who had Addison's disease? Yeah, he tried to get the doctor to run a DNA test on it.
And he needs this to prove it.
That's why he did it.
JFK had Addison's disease.
McIntyre's 48, he was born in 1960.
He needs this hair to prove that he's JFK's illegitimate son.
I see the resemblance.
But JFK's illegitimate son? All that really matters is that McIntyre believes he's JFK's son and that he tried to steal that lock of hair to get DNA to prove it.
We know for a fact this hair belongs to JFK? Well, the authentication says that it was harvested on November 22, 1963, by Nurse Betty Wilson at Parkland Hospital in Dallas.
It's where they took JFK after he was shot.
And there's also a hospital document verifying that Nurse Wilson was working there that day.
She clipped a souvenir from the assassinated president.
What a nurse.
Can't imagine Kennedy DNA is easy to come by, which would make McIntyre all the more anxious to get his hands on that.
Before you go calling his motive, better make sure McIntyre actually believes he's JFK's kid.
He named his dog after JFK's dog, he named his boat after JFK's birthplace He could just be obsessed with the man.
Well, there's one person who'll know for sure.
You young people can't possibly imagine how charismatic he was, John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
He inspired me to all sorts of public service.
Such as what, Mrs.
McIntyre? The Peace Corps? What would be the fun in that? Did you actually meet President Kennedy? Oh, yes, of course.
But he wasn't president yet, he was still campaigning.
My late husband took me to a fundraiser at the Waldorf.
Your son, John, seems to have a fascination with JFK.
Oh, yes.
Almost to the point where he's convinced himself that he's the president's son.
Is there any basis for him to believe it's true? Well The fundraiser went on forever, and my husband did have to go home early Mrs.
McIntyre, I'm sorry for being so blunt, but did you have an intimate encounter with President Kennedy? I told you he wasn't president when I met him.
So, the answer is yes.
I can't imagine any woman saying no to him.
He was an irresistible man.
Yes or no, Mrs.
McIntyre, did you have sex with John Kennedy? I don't think it's proper for you to ask that.
The man's practically a saint.
And I'm not the sort to kiss and tell.
This is a criminal investigation.
We can compel you to answer the question.
You would force a lady, to reveal the details of her nights of wild abandon? Not that I wouldn't be proud to count myself as one of Mr.
President's conquests.
Need I remind you both that the judge dismissed the case with prejudice? It's over.
We're well aware of the status of the Dryden case.
Yet you felt the need to pay my mother a visit.
I came here looking for one thing, an apology.
Well, we're not offering any.
There's still the matter of the robbery murder of Doctor Lukovitch.
It's got nothing to do with me.
He had something you wanted very much.
That radiologist? He's nothing but a glorified button pusher.
A lock of JFK's hair in the safe that Sergeant Waylon couldn't get open? Your mother had an interesting life.
To hear her tell it, she and President Kennedy were very close.
Anybody ever tell you, you kind of look like JFK? We're done here.
You lost, get over it.
Stop harassing my client.
Let's go, Jay.
Not just a resemblance, a striking resemblance.
Even if that pinhead at Rockefeller Center can't see it.
It's not just about good looks.
Oh, what else is it about? My father, my real father, knew how to deal with those who threatened him.
He started down Khrushchev, he squashed Diem.
Did Dryden try to stare you down? He screwed with the wrong guy.
Jay, stop it.
Case dismissed with prejudice.
They can't touch me on the Dryden thing.
You thought he tried to shake you down, didn't you, him and Waylon.
And when Waylon couldn't get the hair from the safe he tried to pass off some fake hair as the real thing and you got mad.
I admire men of action.
Men who know their own minds.
Kennedy men, like you.
Lukovitch had something you wanted, and you took steps to get it.
Nice try, Mr.
Cutter.
Been a pleasure.
Ditto on the nice try.
McIntyre, Dryden and Waylon conspired to rob Lukovitch.
All we need is one overt act by McIntyre to further the conspiracy, and we have him.
Here, he just said something about a pinhead at Rockefeller Center.
The day he brought the hair to the doctor to get tested, he called a number at Rockefeller Center five times.
It's a private banking firm.
I neither confirm nor deny we received any calls from a Mr.
McIntyre.
Well, our phone records confirm it.
And not just the five calls on that particular day, but a total of 260 calls over the last three years.
Now, we know he's not a client That's right.
Was he calling about one of your clients? I'm authorized to tell you the firm has only one client, beyond that I can't help you.
We can get a court order to force you to tell us what you and Mr.
McIntyre talked about.
I'm sorry, but this is a policy set by the family.
The family? The Kennedy family? That's your client? I can't help you.
Judge, these conversations are material to our prosecution of a felony murder.
The People's compelling interest overrides any minor privacy interest the Kennedy family may have.
Even if I could confirm someone claiming to be a John McIntyre called the office, we have no way of knowing whether or not that person was in fact the target of the prosecution's investigation.
Mr.
Cutter, how do you think the content of these conversations might relate to your case? We believe John McIntyre conspired to steal genetic material to prove he's the illegitimate son of John F.
Kennedy.
What genetic material? A sample of hair from the late president.
We believe McIntyre's calls to Mr.
Lundy may have been about proving his claim to the Kennedy lineage.
These calls may be overt acts in furtherance of the conspiracy.
It's immaterial, Your Honor.
The content of these alleged calls would be inadmissible hearsay in a formal prosecution.
Which means violating my client's privacy rights would be for naught.
That's a decision Your Honor should make after considering the content of the conversations, not before.
Yeah, well, I don't think so, Mr.
Cutter.
Grasping at straws here.
Your motion to compel is denied.
Looks to me you're at the end of the road here.
Nothing sticks to McIntyre.
I'm starting to believe he really does have that Kennedy magic.
Mr.
McCoy? Yes? Who are you? Joe Foster, Department of Justice.
I wanted to serve you personally.
It's a court order compelling your office to turn over certain evidence in the McIntyre case.
Since when is this a federal case? The evidence is related to the ongoing federal investigation of the assassination of President Kennedy.
Ongoing? You've got to be kidding! Who put you up to this? Your office will surrender the evidence immediately upon the disposition of your criminal case against Mr.
McIntyre.
There's also a gag order and all records pertaining to the case are to be sealed.
It's the family, isn't it? They want to bury Mr.
McIntyre and his paternity issues.
I'm just delivering a court order, that is all.
Good day.
Wow, I'm actually starting to feel bad for McIntyre.
If this is what he ran into trying to prove his parentage.
All he wants is recognition.
And they'll never give it to him no matter what a DNA test says.
Since your case against McIntyre isn't going anywhere, give them the hair.
A gag order.
You know the old joke about the rabbi who played golf on the Sabbath? God let him make a hole in one.
Right, so who's he going to tell? Let's get McIntyre in here.
You have five minutes, Mr.
Cutter.
Trust me, I think you're client wants to hear this.
Ever since the Kennedys got wind that we've got that lock of hair, they have been all over us.
They got the Feds to get a court order to have us return the JFK hair once we're done with the Lukovitch case.
Undoubtedly so they can get rid of it.
The thing is, in order for the Feds to claim a property interest on the hair, the Kennedy family had to admit it's authentic.
The hair was really JFK's? They admitted it? That's right.
And since I don't have to turn it over until this case is closed, I decided to run a test, a comparative DNA test.
See, if there's one thing I can't stand, it's a bully.
But how You left this behind the last time you were here.
The lab was able to life your DNA off of it.
You ran my DNA against JFK? What were the results? You know the results.
You've known it all along.
I want to hear it.
Congratulations, it's a boy.
You're the son of the 35th president of the United States.
Unfortunately, no one outside this room will ever know it.
What do you mean? Well, the bullies got a gag order.
Once the Lukovitch case is closed, no one from this office or the police lab will be able to publicly confirm the information, but you'll know.
And that's the most important thing.
No, that can't be right.
You can issue a press release.
You could do it today! I can't.
The case is closed.
It's over.
No! The culprits most directly involved in the robbery are dead.
Sergeant Waylon, Mr.
Dryden.
There's no point in going on.
Let it rest, Jay.
No.
No, people have to know.
You can't just close the book.
There must be some other angle you can investigate.
Jay What angle would that be, Mr.
McIntyre? Well, what about the cop's wife? What if she was involved in it? You could go after her.
Well, why would we do that? Well, I'm sure she's the one who pushed her husband into committing the robbery.
After all, it's because of her he needed the money.
It is? Yes, she She lost all their savings in some Nigerian email scam.
How do you know that? How do you know about the Nigerian scam? I must've read it in the paper.
What difference does it make? You go after her, the case stays open, and you issue a press release.
Mr.
McIntyre, it wasn't in the papers.
The Nigerian scam, the police withheld that information.
You know it because Dryden told you.
So what? Jay, shut up! He told you that was why Waylon was willing to do the robbery for you.
Yes or no, Mr.
McIntyre.
Yes, the case stays open.
No, the case is closed.
And this goes in the trash.
Jay Shut up.
Yes.
Yes, Dryden told me.
Just put out the damn press release.
And you, work out a plea.
Jay, let's talk about this.
I don't need to talk about it.
I'm handling this the way my real father would.
Taking responsibility for my actions, as a Kennedy.
We'll leave you two alone to decide on your ask for the plea bargain.
Just start work on that press release.
Right away.
So when do we tell him that there was no DNA test, it was just a bluff? Not today, he's too happy.
Look at him.
He'd rather be in jail as a Kennedy than out in the world as a toilet salesman.
In either place, he's a murderer.