Law & Order (1990–2010): Season 19, Episode 12 - Law & Order - full transcript

The DA's office tries to prove that a businessman who believes that he is the illegitimate son of President Kennedy was the mastermind of a plot that ended with three dead bodies.

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NARRATOR: 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.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

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.

(WOMAN GASPS)

Good, now I want
you to drop the gun,

walk out nice and easy,
hands behind your head.

End this.

CAVELLO: Doing real good,
Scott. Now drop the gun.

Scott, drop the gun.

Drop it!

(GUNS FIRING)

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?
LAMPARD: 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.

LUPO: 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.

TRISHA: 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.

LUPO: 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.

BUTLER: 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. (CHUCKLES)

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?

BERNARD: 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.

(CHUCKLES) Hey,
B., check this out.

I think we just
connected another dot.

Our dead guy in the closet.

BERNARD: "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.

VAN BUREN: 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.

1976.

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. Mclntyre.

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?

MCINTYRE: 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.

BERNARD: 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.

LUPO: You do jujitsu?

Right.

Martial arts.

That's you, thanks.

LUPO: 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 Mclntyre'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 Mclntyre 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 Mclntyre'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.

Mclntyre 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.

LUPO: So we think.

Because Waylon killed Lukovitch,
Mclntyre's liable for felony murder,

he probably thought
by killing Dryden

Lukovitch's murder couldn't
be traced back to him.

Mclntyre has a boat.

Once a month, Dryden
cut a check on his behalf

for rent to the Westside Marina.

GUARD: Here it is, Brookline.

Thirty foot go-fast boat registered to a
weekend warrior named John Mclntyre.

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.

LUPO: 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.

(DOG WHIMPERING)

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. Mclntyre,

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.

LUPO: 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.

BERNARD: 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 Mclntyre a curve.

He put in a winning bid...

Thank you, Detective.

Mr. Mclntyre, I'm Assistant
District Attorney Rubirosa.

I think that it's best
that we stop questioning

until Mr. Mclntyre's
attorney gets here.

You want us to just sit
here staring at each other?

Not a bad idea.

Mr. Mclntyre'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.

CLERK: Docket number 62971,
People v. John J. Mclntyre.

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. Mclntyre.

Remand pending
trial. (GAVEL BANGS)

One other matter, Judge.
We request the court expedite

any Molineux hearing the
prosecution might move for.

Your Honor, a
hearing is premature.

FARBER: 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. Mclntyre with that crime?

The investigation is ongoing,
but the People believe that

Mr. Mclntyre 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.

FARBER: 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.

FARBER: 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.

JUDGE: 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.

(GAVEL BANGS) 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 Mclntyre 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 Mclntyre go down
for Doctor Lukovitch's murder.

Make that happen.

We have even less evidence on
Mclntyre for the Lukovitch robbery

than we do for
the Dryden murder.

First things first.

Lukovitch obviously had
something Mclntyre wanted.

Let's figure out what that is.

BERNARD: It's a list of
presidential memorabilia

that Doctor Lukovitch
bought at Southington's.

Now, on the assumption that
that's what Mclntyre 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 Mclntyre 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 Mclntyre's happy.

(SCOFFING) 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 Mclntyre

tried to contact Lukovitch
directly before hiring Waylon?

Yeah, we thought about that.

The only doctor that Mclntyre
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. Mclntyre,

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? BERNARD: Could be.

What are you talking about?

I hate to make
a trip for nothing,

so let's forget
about Mr. Mclntyre.

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.

(SIGHS) I have run them all.

So you're saying Mclntyre
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.

CONNIE: That the
hair had been dyed?

Yeah.

Jay needs a shrink,
not an endocrinologist.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yes. Put him in Room Two.

I'll be back.

Don't touch anything.

Check this.

The day before Mclntyre
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 Mclntyre that hair.

Or, more likely, gave it to Dryden
who then turned it over to Mclntyre.

A lock of wavy brown hair.

Except Mclntyre 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. Mclntyre 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.

Mclntyre'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
Mclntyre 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 Mclntyre all the
more anxious to get his hands on that.

Before you go
calling his motive,

better make sure Mclntyre
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. Mclntyre?

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. Mclntyre, 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.

CONNIE: So, the answer is yes.

I can't imagine any woman saying
no to him. He was an irresistible man.

Yes or no, Mrs. Mclntyre,

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.

(GROANS)

CONNIE: 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?

CUTTER: 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?

FARBER: 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.

Mclntyre, Dryden and Waylon
conspired to rob Lukovitch.

All we need is one overt act by
Mclntyre 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. Mclntyre.

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. Mclntyre 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 Mclntyre

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 Mclntyre
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.

CUTTER: We believe
Mclntyre'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 Mclntyre.

I'm starting to believe he really
does have that Kennedy magic.

(KNOCK ON DOOR) 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 Mclntyre 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. Mclntyre.

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. Mclntyre
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 Mclntyre.

If this is what he ran into
trying to prove his parentage.

All he wants is recognition.

MCCOY: And they'll never give it to
him no matter what a DNA test says.

Since your case against
Mclntyre 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 Mclntyre 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?

(SCOFFS)

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. Mclntyre?

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?

(STAMMERING) 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. Mclntyre, 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. Mclntyre.

Yes, the case stays open.

No, the case is closed.

And this goes in the trash.

FARBER: 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.