Part 2
Wait — if Lenny is the father figure, why is Royalty asking for Fred? That’s the contradiction at the heart of this segment. Sammy says Fred comes to see Royalty when Lenny is at work. Fred says he wants nothing to do with the kid. Someone is lying. Or both are. And the only way to know is the Maury DNA test — the one test everyone in the studio trusts.
Before we move on, let’s pause on the rhetorical questions that Fred’s story raises. Why did Fred wait 8 months to be contacted? He says he didn’t know. But if Sammy had his number — and she clearly did, since she eventually tracked him down — why didn’t she call sooner? Why did Sammy only track him down when Royalty’s skin color changed? Was it really about the scrotum specialist, or was it about something else? And why does Fred keep saying “be a man” to Sammy, as if masculinity is the issue and not paternity?
These aren’t just rhetorical flourishes. They’re the fault lines that will split this case wide open. Fred’s entire defense rests on the idea that Sammy is a scorned woman trying to trap him. Sammy’s entire offense rests on the idea that Fred is a deadbeat dad in denial. Both can’t be true. And the dollar store aisle — that cheap, fluorescent origin story — is where the battle lines were first drawn.
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So as we leave this first stop, hold onto two images. One: Fred, blacking out at the news that he might be a father. Two: Sammy, tracking him down only after her son’s body began to change. Neither image is flattering. Both are human. And the truth — the real DNA truth — is still waiting backstage, next to a 52-year-old man named Lenny who has been raising Royalty as his own since the day he was born.
Next, we’ll meet the scrotum specialist’s star witness: Fred’s twin brother, who claims he heard Fred say, “I don’t need this DNA test. I know you’re my son” — and then kissed the boy. That’s stop two. But before you go, go back and watch the opening again. The dollar store aisle. The cheap liar line. The 0% test. It’s all there, waiting for you to notice what you missed the first time.
Stop 2: The Scrotum Specialist and the Twin Brother's Testimony
Now, step over here. This is where the tour gets weird. And by weird, I mean medically specific in a way you did not expect from daytime television. Sammy's entire case against Fred begins with a body part. Not a face. Not a birthmark. A scrotum. Yes, really.
Sammy says that when Royalty was about five months old, his skin started changing. He got lighter. And then, in her words, 'his scrotum is a browner color.' That detail, delivered on national TV, is the hinge on which this whole paternity dispute swings. She took her son to a specialist because of it. And according to Sammy, that specialist told her Fred was the father. Let that land for a second.
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Is that plausible? A doctor can't run a DNA test by looking at a baby's scrotum. That's not how genetics works. But here's what the detail actually reveals — not about medicine, but about Sammy. She is absolutely certain. She is so certain that a skin tone change sent her running to a specialist, and she walked out of that office with a name in her head: Fred. Whether or not that's what the specialist said, Sammy heard it. She believed it. And she has never let it go.
But the scrotum is just the opening exhibit. Look at the rest of her evidence. Sammy says Royalty started asking for 'Fred.' A toddler, barely talking, walking around the house saying 'Where's Fred? Where's my dad?' That's not a legal argument. That's a mother's gut, dressed up as a quote from a child. And she says Fred visited the house while her husband Lenny was at work. Fred denies being the father. He denies everything. But Sammy says the visits happened. She says the boy knows. She says the bond is real.
Then she brings out the twin. Sammy's twin brother. And this is where the tour takes a sharp turn into hearsay territory that still hits like a truck. According to Sammy, her twin heard Fred say, 'I don't need this DNA test. I know you're my son.' And then Fred kissed Royalty. In Sammy's house. On the mouth? No. But he kissed the boy. And he called him son.
Is that admissible in court? No. Is it powerful? Absolutely. Because it's not just Sammy talking anymore. It's a second witness. A twin. Someone with no obvious dog in the fight except loyalty to his sister. And what he claims to have heard is Fred, in a private moment, admitting the exact thing he's now screaming he never said. 'I know you're my son.' That's not a maybe. That's not a question. That's a declaration. And it came, allegedly, right before a kiss.
Now, let's talk about the at-home DNA test, because this is the part that made Fred's defense look shaky — or rock solid, depending on which chair you're sitting in. Fred says he swabbed himself and Royalty right in front of Sammy. He paid $134 for the test. He got a result: zero percent. Not the father. Case closed, according to him. But Sammy says he didn't swab Royalty's inner gums. She says he swabbed the boy's teeth. 'You do not swab a child's teeth for a DNA test,' she says. And she's not wrong about that. A proper cheek swab collects cells from the inner cheek. Teeth? That's not standard. That's not how the kits work.
