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Sunday, July 4th.

According to
the Max Fink transcript,

Los Angeles private
investigator John O'Grady,

who'd worked for Jim since 1968,

arrived in Paris 48 hours before
Doors manager Bill Siddons.

Monday, July 5th.

Two of England's
major rock newspapers

called Elektra Records'
offices in London,

wanting to know
if Jim really was dead.

Clive Selwood called
Elektra's offices in France,

but Elektra France hadn't
even known Jim was in Paris,

let alone deceased.

Selwood also phoned
the Paris police

and the American embassy
in France,

but apparently neither had been
contacted by any French morgue.

The plot thickened.

Selwood, who later went
on the record with his belief

that Jim faked his death,
called Siddons

at 4:30 a.m. Los Angeles time.

Siddons brushed Selwood off

because Jim had "died"
a number of times in the press.

Siddons attempted to sleep,
but when he couldn't,

he allegedly phoned Jim's flat
around 2 p.m. Paris time.

No one answered.

He went back to bed
and later redialed Jim's number.

Siddons maintained,
on that attempt,
Pam answered the phone.

Some sources have Pam
telling Siddons Jim wasn't dead,

while others claim
she told Siddons Jim had died.

In both scenarios, Pam
apparently broke down in tears.

Siddons told Pam
he'd be on the next flight
from L.A. to Paris.

He arrived Tuesday, July 6th,
at 6:30 a.m. Paris time.

He got coffee and waited until
9 a.m. to knock on Pam's door.

Siddons said he was met by Pam
and Jim's personal assistant,

who's remained
a shadowy presence

over the last half century.

Her name was Robyn Wurtele,

and she possessed
the mind-boggling details
I had chased for decades.

Robyn seemed
desperate to alleviate
her albatross necklace,

which she did by giving answers
in the form of cryptic hints,

including this mind bomb.

Quote, "At one point,
Pam had Max draw up a document

that made me power of attorney

in the event that anything
happened to her."

If this were a game of Clue,

the main suspect
would be Miss Wurtele
in the study with the signature,

the opposite of murder.

I'd been trying to reach
Robyn since 1996.

That search became its own
two-decade-long odyssey.

Fortunately, the 20-year
benchmark proved fruitful,

especially after hearing Robyn
tell me things like, quote,

"Jim went off and did his thing,
and we went to Sausalito,"

or, quote, "He had changed
his whole way of thinking."

Robyn, in 2016,
paved my way to Frank X.

Robyn agreed
to appear on-camera,

but only in her sunglasses.

She admitted she knows far more
about Jim's alleged death,

and told me, quote,

"If he asked me
not to say anything to you,

then I can't
say anything, can I?"

My jaw needed to be
removed from the floor.

I asked Robyn
if Jim faked his death.

She replied, "That's the secret
I'm keeping to myself."

So I asked if she helped Jim
fake his death,

and she told me she was hired
to order furniture,

which never happened.

Robyn kindly gave me
a collection of
never-before-seen color slides

which show she and Pam giving
Jim and Pam's dog, Sage,
a bath in Sausalito.

The slides are stamped
"August 1972,"

13 months after
Jim's reported death.

When I pressed her about Jim,

Robyn said he was coming for
dinner when he "disappeared."

And in lieu
of a formal interview,

she provided, in her own voice,
this quote by Oscar Wilde.

None knew so well as I
For he who lives

More lives than one
More deaths than one must die.

Robyn continued
to blow my mind.

She even said, "You're so
very close now, Jeff."

I replied, "You mean
finishing the film

or proving that Jim
faked his death?"

She laughed a nervous laugh.

I couldn't wait to get home

and take a closer look
at the slides Robyn gave me.

Here is the shot of Robyn,

which I had enlarged
by a professional photo lab.

Blowing up
the vintage color slide

that Ms. Wurtele
had gifted to me

revealed something fascinating

reflected in the left lens
of her sunglasses.

The image is fuzzy,

but there appear to be
two distinct human figures
standing side by side,

a taller male with long hair

next to a shorter female,
also with long hair.

When I asked Robyn
about the figures reflected
in her sunglasses

in the summer of 1972,

she flatly said, "I never should
have given you those slides."

Long convinced of a cover-up,

I was reminded
of another thing she told me

regarding Bill Siddons' claim
that Jim's coffin was sealed.

Quote, "That was Bill's
one mistake, wasn't it?"

Remember how a number of
Morrison insiders were friendly
with Frank X on Facebook?

Hervé Muller was one of Jim's
few confidants in Paris.

For nearly five years,
I did not receive a reply

to my private Facebook
messages to Hervé.

Finally, I asked Frank if he'd
put in a good word for me,

and he replied, quote,
"I'll see what I can do."

Then, as if Frank
had snapped his fingers,

Hervé messaged me the next day.

And then I found out you were
Facebook friends with Hervé--

I don't know
if it's pronounced "Muller."

- Muller.
- Muller, right?

- Who knew Jim in Paris.
- Right.

And I saw where he said,
"Oh, I miss you so much,"

and you said,
"Oh, I miss you too,"

and I put two and two together,
and I thought,

"These guys are--
That must be Jim--"

We're really like--
Like soul brothers.

I was haunted
by Robyn's revelations

about Jim's brief time in Paris,

and I remained convinced
she and a few others,

possibly including Hervé,

helped Jim pull the Rimbaud.

She told me, quote,

"He hadn't broken up with Pam.
He was planning the next step.

He and Pam had a lovely parting,

and what Jim decided to do
after that was up to him."

I think he actually
wanted to get back
into some serious writing.

And maybe he'd outgrown--

Maybe the Doors thing
had been enough,

and whether he was
100 percent done,

I think not, but I think
he just needed a break.

I know he wanted to go to Paris.
I know he loved Paris.

I know that that was where he
could really feel like he could
be free and be a poet.

It was like he transcended
into all the poets
that had ever lived in Paris,

and he could
see himself in that--
Those cafés and things.

That was his feeling.

He could really relate to that.
He could feel connected.

It is possible that
he really did think
he could get clean and dry

and be a poet
when he went to Paris.

You know, I heard
"Oh, you know, Jim's really
getting it together in Paris.

You know, he's slimmed down
and looking good again."

Had Jim engaged
the final phase
of his ten-year plan?

♪ Bird of prey ♪

♪ Flying high ♪

♪ Flying high ♪

♪ Am I going to die? ♪

These are said to be
the last photos of Jim.

They're from a day trip
to Saint-Leu-d'Esserent
on June 28th, 1971,

where Jim's Super 8 film camera
made a final public appearance.

The pictures were taken
by Alain Ronay,

Jim's closest friend
from his UCLA days,

who lived with him in Paris
during that month of June.

According to
the official account,

four days later,
on Friday, July 2nd,

Alain claimed Jim was ill
with hiccups and spasms.

While the two
were seated at a café,

Ronay claimed he saw
a death mask on Jim's face.

This scenario is
contradicted by Wurtele,

who told me, verbatim,

"Jim was no alcoholic
when I knew him in Paris,

and Pam was no junkie."

Robyn claimed Jim
was not sick on his last day.

She said Ronay lied.

As per Ronay's
on-the-record account,

he left Jim to meet
Agnès Varda for dinner.

As for what really
happened in Paris,

an exasperated Robyn
said, quote,

"I hope you can appreciate
the position I'm in."

Pam stated she and Jim
went to dinner

and a late-night showing
of the movie Pursued.

They returned to their flat
around 1 a.m.,

where Jim projected home movies.

They listened to music,
including Doors albums,

and fell asleep around 2:30 a.m.

Around 4 a.m., Pam said
she woke to find Jim
having difficulty breathing.

In one version of her story,

she claimed she'd recently
contacted a Paris doctor

who prescribed
asthma medication for Jim.

That was contradicted
by Andy Morrison,

who told me he had
no recollection of Jim
ever having asthma,

and there's no record
of the doctor, pharmacy
or prescription.

Pam stated she slapped Jim awake

and he vomited a small amount
of blood into a saucepan.

Worried, she offered to call
a doctor, but Jim declined.

He stated he was feeling better
and wanted to take a bath.

Pam went back to sleep

while Jim remained
in the bathroom.

She said she rose
the next morning around 8 a.m.

to discover him unconscious
in the bathtub,

which, according
to various accounts,
was tinged pink with blood.

Around 8:30 a.m.,
Pam called Agnès Varda,

an acquaintance she knew
through Jim and Ronay.

Five men from the fire brigade,

including Lieutenant
Alain Raisson,

presumably pulled the body
from the bath

and laid it in the bedroom,

where their attempts to revive
were unsuccessful.

So whose body was it?

Robyn Wurtele told me
no police, fire brigade
or coffin were present.

We turned the radio on
and it said, "Rock star
Jim Morrison's dead."

I mean, that's when we heard it.

We didn't even hear it
from anybody that we should
have heard it from, I think.

You know, it seems like
there was hardly any publicity.
They didn't have anything on TV.

I mean, I thought-- I thought,
"Damn, how did I miss this?"

Whoever's in charge
of handling deaths or
public relations about a death,

they didn't handle it very well.

And part of that is the Doors
and Elektra, I think.

But having to find out
over the media,

where they could have
called my parents up.

I had watched the circuses

surrounding the deaths
of Joplin and Jimi Hendrix

and decided that
we could not let this happen.

I figured we had 48 hours
to get ahold of it.

And there were rumors:
"He's dead," "he's not dead."
We just let it all simmer down.

Do you recall your
reaction when you learned
he had allegedly died?

Were you shocked?
Or what was your reaction?

No. It is possible
that he really did think
he could get clean and dry

and be a poet
when he went to Paris.

But I was shocked in that way
that you always knew
something was gonna happen.

I can't say
I was devastated because
I wasn't surprised, really.

There are certain people
who have a lifestyle,
and, you know, I--

Friends that I had in the '60s
who had really the kind
of lifestyle where you think,

"Wow can they possibly
still be alive?"

And he was certainly
one of them.

You know,
his lifestyle was deadly.

I don't think that anybody
who has abused himself
as deeply as Jim did,

um, could ever have
rebounded from that.

I mean, the alcohol and some
of the drugs and stuff
were extreme, for sure.

I mean, anybody that knows Jim--

I mean, he took everything
to the limit.

I mean, he invented and--

He invented
pushing the envelope.

I mean, he wanted to see
what would happen.

The doctor concluded,
beyond any doubt,

the official cause of death
was heart failure

due to an excessive
consumption of alcohol.

Almost immediately
following Jim's alleged death

on July 3rd, 1971,

an alternative story
began to circulate,

casting doubt
on the original report.

Many believe Jim died
after snorting heroin
at the Rock'n'Roll Circus,

a club not far
from his Paris flat.

The story goes that Jim
scored smack for Pam,

presumably from
a street dealer,

sampled the product in a toilet
stall in the club's men's room,

then passed out
or died instantly.

The dealers were then
kind enough to carry his body
out of the club's back entrance,

into the street, into a car,
and up the flights of stairs
to his Paris residence.

Robyn Wurtele described
the Rock'n'Roll Circus
heroin theory to me

in one word: "ridiculous."

According to the
translation of Jim Morrison's
French death certificate,

dated July 6th, 1971,

Pamela Courson was
the only one present at the time
of Jim's apparent death,

but she described
different versions of her story
to different people.

There were problems
with the police report.

Pamela Courson's stories
are inconsistent.

There's no corroboration
of various facts

that would be needed to
prove deaths in a court of law.

The way that Ray kind of
described her, you know,

at that point, just bursting
into tears, she said,

"Gosh, I wish I had just
awakened once, you know,

at the right time to go in there
and it might have, you know,
saved him or do something..."

I don't quite buy that.

There's something about that
that just doesn't...

seem right to me.

Twenty-seven-olds don't--
Typically...

don't suddenly die.

I was puzzled
by the mystery about it.

You ask a physiologist
or a physician about this,

and they'll think,
with Jim Morrison,
it was a drug overdose.

But we don't know

because of
the somewhat Byzantine way

in which the documents
of Jim's death were created,

or not created.

You told me yourself,

he spoke to the following people

specifically about
faking his death.

Danny, Frank, Kathy and...?

Me.

Can you
please elaborate?

He just basically said
that, you know, um,

"One of these days, I think
I just might go to Africa."

But during the talk, he said,
"You know, maybe I should
use a different name."

And I said,
"Well, do you have in mind?"
He said, "Douglas James."

I said, "There are an awful lot
of Douglas Jameses out there.

Be hard to track you down,
wouldn't it?"

From Jim telling
high-school classmate
Bill Thomas in 1961

that someday he'd disappear,

to Robyn Wurtele,
his personal assistant in Paris,
telling me in 2016, quote,

"If he's out there,
you may run into him
at some point,"

a clear pattern emerged: escape.

With the would-be Dr. Max
apparently having been
Varda's friend,

perhaps her personal physician,
did he also function as an actor

in the signing
of Jim's death certificate?

This would align with what
the son of fellow Paris player
Alain Raisson told me

his father's post-fire-brigade
life entailed:

stage acting in Brazil.

The doctor has never
been located.

Even the pronunciation
of his name has proven
impossible to corroborate.

There are those
who say it's "Vaseel,"

while others claim "Vassilé,"

"Vassilay," "Vassay," and so on.

The only ones that I was told
that saw the--

Witnessed the death certificate
were Bill Siddons and Pam.

Bill Siddons is
100 percent trustworthy.

What Bill says, I believe.

Jim was already in a coffin
in the living room of the--
Wherever he was staying.

Unless Pam ran down to
the Coffins"R"Us or whatever,
where do you get a coffin?

How do you get a body
in it that quickly?

Get loose.

Come on out to Coffins"R"Us.

We got coffins to fit
every budget and lifestyle.

Act now and break on through
to get the fully sealed
Siddons model,

guaranteed not to leak
for 50 years.

Every 27th customer gets a free
James Phoenix action figure.

Hi-yah.

Only at Coffins"R"Us. Get loose.

"Paris is beautiful
in the sun,

an exciting town built
for human beings.

Speaking to Bill a while back,

I told him of our desire
to stay on here indefinitely.

Will that be possible?

Could you write
and give me an idea

of how long we can stay on
living at our present rate?

A sort of financial statement
in general.

Also a copy
of the partnership agreement,

if it was ever completed."

But in 1971,
did he have enough wealth

to have lived--?
Faked his death?

It may have depended upon
how much Pam was spending.

Uh, I think he certainly had
enough wealth at that point

because the records were gonna
continue to sell, whether
the band was active or not.

He would have had enough money
the rest of his life.

Pam Courson,
Jim's longtime girlfriend,
what's your take on her?

Pam Courson, I don't know,
I have different feelings.

I think she probably helped him
along in the beginning,

but I think her heroin addiction
became a problem.

And he wa--
He had mentioned once

that he didn't like
the whole idea of copping

and what that involved,
and didn't wanna have
anything to do with it.

- Scoring drugs, right?
- Yeah.

And I mean, I guess
she was shooting, wasn't she?

I've researched
Jim's vintage interviews,

from college newspapers
to Rolling Stone.

And in a 1971 piece
for the L.A. Free Press,

he stated that
he did not like scoring drugs.

I had the theory
that what if the count,
you know, Jean de Breteuil,

the guy who was Pam's dealer
and her lover in Paris...

Many people think he killed Jim,

either accidentally
or through murder

or it was his heroin
or whatever.

You know, I said to you,
"What if he helped Jim
escape out of Paris to Africa?"

And what--? I can't remember,
what was your take on that?

Well, I remember people
saying so many nasty things
about the guy, like he was evil.

Frank is the first person
to have anything positive
to say about the count.

But I wonder if I struck a nerve

when I suggested the count
may have helped Jim fly
out of Paris to Morocco,

a small country in North Africa,
with a new passport in hand.

Pam was said to have seen
the count on and off
for a number of years,

he being not only her lover,

but also her main
heroin connection.

Allegedly, his product
also was the heroin
that killed Janis Joplin.

You never saw heroin?
You never saw that in the mix?

- No.
- Backstage or wherever?

No, I never really did.

Um, we did a lot of other things
on occasion,

but no, I've never seen that.

Immediately following
Jim's reported death,

the Count Jean de Breteuil
decided to leave France
in a hurry.

His destination? Morocco.

If Jim did fake his death,

Africa appeared a likely
candidate for his new home,

or at least
his first destination.

I'm about 90 to 95%
still in belief that
he pulled the Rimbaud,

because he was obsessed
with Rimbaud.

Rimbaud did vanish.

He disappeared
into North Africa.

And, oh, gee,
where did Jim talk about going?

He talked about
going to Morocco.

He talked about going
to the west coast of Africa.

He wanted to see where
the slaves came from.

Uh, so that would be Senegal,
Ghana, the Ivory Coast.

And where's
that missing passport?

He lost his first passport.

The first one is the one
he got in August of '68
for the European tour...

- Right
- ...a few weeks after--

That's the one
that went back to his parents.

Yes.

You know, I just wonder

because his family
got his initial passport,

the one that was supposed
to be lost in an airport.

And where was the new one?
It's never surfaced.

I think this, along with
the fact that, you know,
when he was in Paris,

I told you, he was having
a pair of boots widened.

I mean, he was
making plans to live.

You know, there's the letter

right before
Jim's alleged death.

Yeah, "Come to Paris
and see me." Yeah.

He wrote
the postcard to Max.

He wrote a letter to Bob Greene
requesting money.

Yeah.

He wanted a credit card
made out in Pam's name
and his name separately.

And in the Max Fink transcript,
it says that Jim was going
to Paris to leave Pam.

After Jim's
apparent death,

a distraught Pam returned
to the United States,

where she stayed close to
Diane Gardner and Ellen Sander.

I'm in San Francisco.
I've got Pam with me.

She cannot face the press,
so we need a place to hide out.

I was living in Bolinas,
California, at the time.

Very quiet, small-village life.
"Can we come and stay with you?"

And I said, "Sure,
for as long as you'd like."

I was at that point
absolutely certain that
they had Jim in the trunk.

Alive.

Can you describe
the letter you're reading?
Or who it's from?

Yeah. Yeah.
This is Diane Gardner,

who, for a while,
worked at Elektra,

Jim's publicist, basically,
in L.A., and Pamela, after...

Just a few weeks
after Jim's death,

stayed with Diane in Sausalito,

and together,
they wrote me this letter.

- And what is the date on it?
- July 26, '71.

"So here's the story
of how Jim did his last joke,

which is on us.

Jim was having
a real good time in Paris

and going all over
the world with Pam.

One evening, he had a nosebleed
and said he'd probably feel
better if he had a bath.

'He might have needed one,'"
says Pamela.

"An hour later, Pam wondered
what Jim was doing with himself
for an hour in the bath.

And there he was.

Jim was just reclining
like a little sweetheart emperor

in the old Parisian tub
with his head back

and a smile, a fucking smile,
on his face.

Pamela tried to wake him up,
but no, nothing doing.

'He must think it's very funny

to play dead like this
in the bath.'

It was another hour almost
before Pam finally realized
that Jim wasn't playing

because he didn't even
turn blue or anything.

He just laid back
with a grin on his face.

So Pam tried to get him
out of the tub,

and the police came,
and it's a good thing she didn't
think of letting the water out,

because they wanted to check it.

There he was,
just reclining like the Pope,

and the only thing
different about him

is that he had something
like a little red rash
right over his heart.

So that was Jim's joke.

And there's a few creeps
walking around still pissed off

because he did it au naturel.

By the time the Paris cops
had checked out Jim's joke

and declared him dead
of natural resources,

the Paris morticians had split
for the weekend,

and they weren't gonna come out
of the woodwork to pick up
anybody's discarded body.

And this turned out
to be a stroke of luck

because whoever is in charge
of bodies in Paris

just laid him out right there
in the apartment.

They didn't bother Pam and Jim
except to change the ice.

Pamela says that when somebody
you love dies, whatever you do,

don't let them cart the body off
to some crummy mortuary.

Keep the body right in your home
until it's time to get buried,

because the spirit
still hangs around
as long as the body is there.

Because of
the mortician's holiday,

Pam and Jim had
one last weekend together,

and he was right there
with the whole scene,

and they listened to some music

and Pam even smoked a little.

As soon as they took
the body away,

his spirit went away.

We wish we had a picture of him
there in his last moments,

except that Pam was too busy
being with him.

And then at the funeral, it was
just too much of a hassle,

what with other people there
and all that."

So does this sound, you know,
so mundane that it's true?

Holy shit. I...

I've just been sitting here
frozen the entire time
you were reading it.

Diane Gardner knew.
She knew what the heck happened.

And she wouldn't tell me.

So I tried to squeeze it
out of her,

and she never would tell me.

You know, there's obviously
a secret around his death.

And she said,
"There is a secret,

and you're never
gonna get it out of me."

In the transcript
he dictated to his wife,
Maggie, in 1986,

Jim's attorney,
Max Fink, suspected
Pam may have killed Jim.

Jim's lover Linda Ashcroft
maintained the same suspicion

in her 1997 book, Wild Child,

in which she claimed
Pam admitted to her
that Jim died from her heroin

after he assumed
it was cocaine.

Diane told Mirandi Babitz,

who I interviewed
for this film almost
three years ago already.

She-- Mirandi is on the record
saying that Diane told her

there is a, quote,
"secret about Jim's death,

and you're never
gonna get it out of me."

You know,
what's that, right?

Okay. We all know
the heroin scenario.

Was that a cover story?
So, what's the secret?

I know that secret,
and you're not gonna
get it out of me either.

Because the parties
involved did not allow

for an American
or French autopsy,

the endless questions
will remain.

And in your opinion, do you--?

What do you feel killed Jim?

His lifestyle.

Uh, obviously,
he drank too much.

I think, by that time,
he was overweight,

and, you know,
if you're not in good health

and you drink too much
and dabble in some drugs,

it's not that hard to do.

By the time I had last
seen him, he was all bloated.

And, you know, he had
a thin little attractive layer
of bloat, you know,

back when I had first known him,

but, you know, here we are
just a few years later,
you know, and he's fully--

You know, so his liver
is not functioning.

These are some of
the last photos taken of Jim,

in Paris in May 1971.

Does he appear to be
significantly overweight?

And to such a degree
that his health was at risk?

We may never know.

These intimate photos were taken
by one of Jim's close
French friends, Hervé Muller.

Like soul brothers.

From biographers
to police reports,

even Jim's physical height
has remained an ongoing
topic of debate.

While conducting my interviews
for this docuseries,

I asked everyone how tall
they thought Jim was.

Their answers were fascinating.

I'd say 5'8", 5'9",
something like that.

Somewhere between 5'10"
and 5'11", maybe.

How tall would you say
Jim Morrison was in the time
you knew him at UCLA?

Hmm...

I'd say he was about, mm, 5'8".

5'10".

Confident. 5'9".

He was exactly my height.

We looked eyeball to eyeball
in 1963.

So I was 6 feet then.
He had to have been 6 feet

or not more than a quarter
of an inch higher or lower.

5'9", 5'10", max.

I'm 5'7", so he was
certainly taller than I am,
at least by two inches.

So I'd say he was 5'9", 5'10".

He probably wasn't 6 feet tall,
but he was plenty tall.

He was about...

He was about my height,
and I was 5'10".

I'd say 5'11".

Maybe 5'9" at the most. Or...

You know,
and the other thing was,

he rarely really
stood up straight.

You know? He was more--

I always think of him
more slumped a bit, you know?

He slouched a lot.
He was a sloucher. He was--

He had desert boots on, and he
was slouching around, you know?

I mean, so he looked shorter.
And I said he was my height,

which would have been about 5'8"
or 5'9" in high school.

Well, I actually know
the answer to this question

because of the thing
when we stood in front
of the mirror, and we were--

He was going, "Are you
actually taller than me?"

And we had to measure.
He was that neurotic.

He was actually taller than me.

And at that time,
I was about 5'9.5".

So I'd say he's probably
5'10" to 5'11".

He was not 6 feet.

My dad was 5'8", Jim was 5'9",
and I reached 5'10.5".

And that's how tall--
He liked to wear the boots,

and he always said he would
like to be six-foot tall.

He'd like to have been taller.

According to
the enigmatic Bob Seymore

in his one and only book,

Jim's corpse was listed
among French documents

in the metric
equivalent of 6'1",

as opposed to Jim's
reported actual height of...

- 5'9".
- ...to 5'11".

Seymore's information
doesn't track with
the official Morrison narrative

and so supports the notion
that Jim or someone close to him

may have acquired a medical
cadaver or John Doe body.

An internist told me
corpses do not grow in height.

If anything,
the opposite holds true.

Um, so let me
ask you this.

This is a fun question,
as you were just
standing up next to me.

I think I was going to ask you
at one point when I thought
you were Jim, how tall are you?

5'7.5".

Okay. So, now--
Now, were you always 5'7.5"?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Jim apparently was 5'11".

- So there you go.
- Oh, okay.

There's proof
right there, right?

'Cause I know the fans
will probably wanna know.

I asked all of Jim's lovers
and his friends
and Andy Morrison...

I gotta ask you a question.

...Jac Holzman,
"How tall was Jim?"

And I got all kinds
of different answers.

- Oh, really?
- They would say he's 5'7",

they'd say he's 6'1",

they'd say he's 5'11"...

So how'd you find out
the real truth?

The consensus seems
to be about 5'11".

5'10", 5'11".

"Okay," you say to yourself,
"Jim was about 5'10" or 5'11",

and Frank is 5'7.5"."

But the human body
shrinks as it ages.

You can lose two to three inches
of height as you get older.

I don't know if you want this
on the camera, but I had
a good friend at one time...

- Sure.
- ...told me that--

He was from Boston, but he lived
up this way for a while,

and I got to know him
really well.

Frank Higgins from Boston.

He was a little
toughie Irishman.

He told me that they were--

That they had a homosexual
relationship in New York

when he was in New York.

I'm sorry, who did?

#### and Jim.

Wow. I've never heard
this story before.

It's not printed anywhere,
to my knowledge,

and it's not in any documentary.

There hasn't even been a rumor
of Jim and this particular
person having been together.

So how did Frank know this?

See, I learned something new.
People think I'm an expert
on Jim Morrison.

Yeah. Well,
he told me this, and he's--

I don't know how he knew,
but he wasn't a bullshitter.

Yeah. And what's
your friend's name?

Frank Higgins.

I did a search
for Frank Higgins of Boston

and found only one person
by that name.

But when I spoke with him,

he said he did not live
in Boston during
that time period.

Maybe he was loaded
and had one--

You know, didn't know
what was going on.

I've heard that Jim
was either bisexual
or experimented with that,

as, you know,
many young people do.

What's your take on that?

Do you think Jim was
straight or bi or...?

I can't imagine him being bi.

You think he was straight and
maybe just had some experiences?

Well, having been
under the influence

and being interested
in experimentation,

I don't think he was
in his "right" mind when--

If it might have happened.

Jim certainly was known
to have had intimate sexual
relationships with other men.

Two things come to mind.

One is the line from...

Oh, gosh, I think it's on
"Soft Parade", yeah.

"Till his wife
gets home"?

"Until his wife
gets home."

And it was done
so tongue in cheek

that I just considered it
kind of funny.

Until the last time
that Jim and I were together,

he actually had me take him
to where he was staying in--

I wrote it down as Bungalow B.

It may not be Bungalow B,
but that's how I wrote it.

at the Chateau Marmont.

And as we were getting
out of my car

and walking in that direction,

um, a very pretty, very gay
young man approached him,

kind of sidled up to him,
and was, you know,

"Hi, Jim, how you doing?
Blah, blah, blah."

And it struck me at the time
that he was certainly
not put off by it.

It didn't seem--
He didn't miss a beat.

It wasn't like,
you know, you know,

"Oh, you queer,
get away from me."

He was congenial,
and he was just--

You know, he was fine with it.

Because, you know, Ji--
It was the '60s, the late '60s,
and Jim said, "I want"-- Quote,

"I want the freedom
to try everything once."

So you've gotta figure maybe--
Why wouldn't you?

Well, and in all the reading
he did about all the writers

from the 1700s, 18,
there was a lot of that rampant.

And if he might have--
He might have been
fucked up or on drugs,

and if he tried something
with somebody,

I don't think
it was a lasting thing.

And I'm sure
it wouldn't bother him

if it was made public.

To me, he was
sort of homophobic.

- You know?
- Really?

Yeah.

Loved the girls.
Not so much the guys.

I don't remember ever really
talking to him about it,

but just being in certain
situations with him,

um, I saw a comfort level
that didn't surprise me.

It was very evident to me

that there was a relationship
there with McClure and him.

No, I mean,
I just don't believe it.
He wasn't gay.

The guy was not gay,
and I don't think he was bi.
I don't think--

I think that bi people
are so rare,

are so thin on the ground,

the chances of people
being bi, I think,
is really quite unusual.

And I really don't
think he was that.

He was very interested in women.

He was completely
interested in females.

He was really
obsessed with women.

I would
find it hard to believe
that he never did,

just out of the willingness
to try everything.

And when I asked him about it,
he was very, um, snippy

and said, "No, not me."

But I didn't
entirely believe him,

and I was surprised
by his vehemence

because at that point in time,

it was relatively
not a big deal.

So it seemed strange that he was
so insistent that, no, never.

And then that-- Actually,
that same evening, he said,

"I want to be with every woman
in this room, even her."

And he pointed to this woman
that didn't seem like
a likely candidate.

So... yeah.

There was something
going on there, yeah.

There was a big fight
between Pam and Jim.

And, uh, overnight, and we
were staying in a bedroom
across the hall from them.

And the next day,
when Jim went out to the studio,

Pam, you know, just gathered up
all of his stage clothing

and started cutting it up
with scissors.

She was, like, just enraged,

and she wouldn't be
straight with me

about what she was
so angry about.

But one of the things
that she did was,

we had to go across
the street to the cleaners

to get the rest
of his stage clothes,

'cause she wanted
to destroy every scrap of it.

So we got it out of the--
Out of the cleaners,

and it was a vest
that he liked to wear onstage,

and she wrote "fag"
across the back of it

and underlined it

and then... chopped it up
with her scissors.

And, you know, I tried to talk
to her about it, and, you know--

'Cause I said,
"Well, he's with you, isn't he?"

You know,
"What are you talking about?"

And she-- You know, she just
would cuss and scream at him

and, you know, yell his name
and, you know...

So she wasn't clear,
but it did...

You know, at the time,
I thought-- I didn't--
You know, I had no idea.

I didn't know anybody
who was bisexual,

so it didn't come into my radar
as a possibility.

Being gay was kind of okay in
the crowd we were in, you know,

but it just--

So it was like, I didn't know
what to make of it.

I really didn't understand,
but I think, looking from
this perspective in life,

I would say
I think it's a possibility,

you know, that he would be,

but he was predominantly
with women.

In June 1970,
Jim took a trip to France

with the Doors publicist,
Leon Barnard,

where Jim just so
happened to run into
his dear friend Alain Ronay.

Given that it was
Jim's first time in Paris,
Alain showed him the ropes.

Was this Jim's
reconnaissance mission

to pre-plan and map out
his ultimate escape?

What if, in an excerpt from
Ronay's published 1991 article,

"Jim and I:
Friends Until Death,"

Ronay revealed he and Jim
had physically practiced Jim's
alleged July 3rd, 1971, demise?

Did Alain help Jim
achieve his goal

of the Rimbaud vanishing act?

Here, then,
are Ronay's own words:

"I felt as if I had entered
a state of déjà vu

made possible by years
of rehearsing the same script."

The French-born and -fluent
Ronay was one of Jim's
most trusted confidants,

dating back to 1964,
when they were UCLA roommates.

No One Here Gets Out Alive
described Alain as one
of Jim's "mystery friends."

Ronay's own words
from his 1991 article

not only riffed
on marriage vows,

but also could be interpreted
to suggest he and Jim rehearsed
the staging of Jim's death

during that 1970 Paris trip.

Jim trusted Alain implicitly.

There are those who've
long believed they were lovers.

Based on my December 7, 2012,
meeting with Alain,

where a death mask, incredibly,
thumped against the wall
of his Hollywood apartment,

which was like
a Morrison shrine,

I've maintained hope
that he helped Jim find
the anonymous peace he craved.

And are you sure
that it was ####,

and maybe the guy's
not confusing him
with some other dude

that #### with Jim,
being together in New York?

I could be confusing it,

but it was somebody
on ####'s level.

Yeah. Was it a guy
named Todd Schiffman?

- No, no, no.
- No?

- Or Michael McClure, the poet?
- No.

I've heard that
McClure and Jim--

It was somebody involved
with the recording process.

If you would be so kind as to
let us see you without your hat

so we can see your face better,
'cause the--

You know, the bill on your cap
covers your eyes like--
Just like mine does.

Yeah. You're gonna be surprised.

So there's a shadow.
There's a shadow.

- You thought I was about 31, 32.
- Right?

Oh, you lost it pretty early?

- Yeah. Pretty much.
- Yeah. Right on.

- And then--
- Little more each year.

And then the other thing,
and I know this is absurd,
so if you're offended,

please don't--
You don't have to do anything,
but we were wondering if--

You know, because I thought
for the longest time you were
wearing brown contact lenses...

Mm-hm.

...if we could do a close-up
of your eyes without your hat?

- Oh, of course not.
- Right?

Awesome. Yeah,
there's your brown eyes, right?

- Fantastic.
- All right?

- All right?
- Thank you so much.

I feel like I'm viewing
blue eyes covered
by brown contact lenses.

The pupils seem murky,

and the brown edges
are too perfect,

with a blue ring encircling
the outside of the contacts.

Do you see blue eyes?

I flew back to L.A.

with this absurd phrase
on a loop in my brain:

"Tell me you're Jim Morrison
without telling me
you're Jim Morrison."

I needed to talk with Cheryl

about the possibility that Frank
actually could be... Jim.

One of the sticking points
when first meeting Frank

was that he had brown eyes.

But he also had a blue ring
around the iris of his eyes.

Ask any hardcore Morrison fan

and they'll tell you
Jim had blue eyes,

possibly even blue-gray.

So I took a low-pixel,
a low-res, photo

to an eye doctor here,

- ophthalmologist.
- Mm-hm.

She took one look and said,
"That's arcus senilis,"

which is a condition
some older people have
related to cholesterol.

So again, it's like, you think
you got it lying right there,

and then it's always--
You're always just... You know?

Yeah. I mean,
there's a lot of coincidences,

a lot of coincidences,

and a lot of just
really bizarre things.

But I don't know. I...

I can't, like,
neatly wrap it up,

which really bugs me.

When I first traveled
to interview Frank,

we met at a diner.

After talking for a while,

he said he needed
to smoke a cigarette.

I expected to watch him bolt
and disappear forever,

but he didn't.

So when he wasn't looking,
I grabbed his water glass.

And then Frank walked back in.

Time to have it looked at
by a professional.

My funding, like my energy,
is running on empty.

So this may be my last hope
for a positive ID.

The forensic identification
specialist is Kurt Kuhn,

who has over 40 years
of experience

in civil and criminal casework.

The first part of
the process is to actually
look at the evidence item

and make a determination

if there's any actual
visible fingerprint ridge
structure there.

If there is, that needs
to be photographically
documented from the start

because we don't know
what's gonna happen

in regards to the actual
superglue process itself.

Visual examination
on this piece of evidence:

I can see some smudges.

I didn't see anything
that was actually usable
fingerprint ridge structure.

So the next process we're
gonna do is we're gonna prep
the superglue chamber.

We're gonna use
a superglue pouch,

which is a pouch
that has superglue,

which technically
is cyanoacrylate esters,

and it's combined with kind of
a petroleum-jelly product.

And we're going to attach it to
part of the superglue chamber.

And the fumes then
will basically...

for lack of a better word,
I guess, fall down

on the evidence item.

Let me get the evidence item
and the control card in here.

The control card puts
some impressions on the card,

and again, this is
going to allow me
to make a determination

as when there should have been
adequate development.

Now, the superglue
process itself,

the cyanoacrylate-ester fumes
adhere to an impression

that may be on
the evidence item itself.

Now, that impression is
typically either perspiration
or sebaceous oils,

leaving kind of
a translucent semipermanent
impression on there.

At that point in time,
if there is a fingerprint
that's developed

we'll start doing some
photographic procedures on it.

The process itself
can be anywhere from
a minimum of 45 minutes,

and it could even
take longer than that.

The fuming process
has been going on for
about an hour and a half.

So I'm gonna go ahead
and shut that down.

I checked the control card
at 45 minutes.

There was development.

At about an hour,
there was development.

And the last time I checked it,

at an hour and 15 minutes
and an hour and 30 minutes,

there was fairly significant
development on the control card.

So now we'll see
what the evidence item
actually looks like.

And with a little bit of just
oblique lighting, you can see

that the control card
has got at least some kind of
usable fingerprints on it.

So let's take the back--
The glass back over
under a little better lighting.

Well, there's a lot
of chemical reaction,

or polymerization.

The problem
with a drinking glass

could very often be in the fact
that if it was damp...

whatever... fingerprint residue,

which would be either
perspiration or sebaceous oils,

that was transferred
to the surface

mixed with whatever
dampness was there.

And I can see a lot of reaction,

I can see a lot of areas
where it's been handled,

but there is no usable
friction ridge structure

or fingerprint detail
or fingerprint minutiae
present on the glass.

As Jim once said
on a New York stage,

"Well, everything is
fucked up as usual."

Still, I plowed ahead
into DNA testing

via the Jean Genet novel

that Robyn Wurtele,
Jim's assistant, had given me.

Robyn told me it had been
Jim's personal copy in Paris

and had hardly been touched
in all the ensuing years.

Forensic DNA expert Marc Taylor
had come highly recommended

by Kurt Kuhn, and vice versa.

Taylor's professional reputation
spoke for itself.

Back in 1994,

he declined involvement with
the O.J. Simpson murder case

after he sensed corruption
and wanted no part of it.

The DNA that comes off
of your hands gets on there
because you touch yourself.

You rub your eyes,
you scratch your head,

you rub the sides of your mouth.

You pick up cells that way.

That gets mixed up with the oils

and the perspiration
that's on your hands.

As we perspire, the perspiration
comes out to the surface,

the water evaporates,

and you end up with
a gooey kind of protein,

this proteinaceous goo
that's on there.

Then you transfer it
to other things that
you touch in that way.

And so the-- Probably the most
common way we transfer our DNA
around is off of our hands.

What we're looking for in a case
like this is that material

that's basically the same
material that would
form fingerprints.

We lift it off and can isolate
the DNA from it if it's present.

There was some stuff--
Maybe some sticky stuff

that looked like it was attached
to the front of it.

And then there were
some streaks of things.

It may be that something
got on there

and it got shoved
into the bookshelf

and had smeared it.

Anytime we see something
that looks different,

we collect that
as a separate swab,

because the best thing
you can get

is to get a single-source
profile off of something.

And if you've got something
that got stuck on there
from one person's hands

and we can see that
and swab it up,

we might be able
to get a single-source
profile from that.

I'm not seeing anything that
indicates to me that there is--

"Oh, somebody's handled
this particular area,"

how they would touch the pages
or anything like that.

As Marc
and his assistant, Ann,

bagged my DNA evidence,

I went home feeling anxious
but cautiously optimistic.

A few weeks later, I returned
to Marc Taylor's DNA lab,

ready to learn the results.

To say I was a jumble of nerves
would be an understatement.

What we're seeing
at this point is we're seeing

that there is what appears to be
a major donor on the book here.

Now, clearly what we see is
the individual whose DNA
is on the glass

is not the individual
who's a major donor on the book.

When we look
at the minor donors,

we see some consistency there.

But it's very difficult
to determine

because, again,
we do have degradation here.

Now, degradation
is not unexpected
on something like a book

because we're dealing
with a situation

where this has been just sitting
around for a long, long time.

And just the oxygen in the air
will degrade DNA with time.

But as I said,
the individual from the glass

is not the major donor
on the book.

Okay.

It gets confusing
when you get down
to these low levels

because you have
low-level donors,

and some are gonna
disappear at this level
because it's so degraded.

This is sort of
the opposite of a match,
like a non-match, right?

It's a non-match, but again,
I emphasize it's a non-match

with regard to
the major donor on there.

And that's where we would be
very curious whether that would
be your own DNA on the book, so.

Oh, yeah, you wanna get the--?
My name on there?

Hey, kids, it's me.

To eliminate me
as the major donor,

my DNA was swabbed
for a comparison.

I once again headed back
to Los Angeles and waited.

Finally, Marc called and told me
the results were ready.

I was depleted,
emotionally and physically,

but I had to know
if the major DNA donor

on the Jean Genet novel was Jim,

Frank, yours truly,
someone random,

or all of the above.

- Hello. How are you?
- Pretty good.

- It's been a week.
- Thanks.

Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Hi. You're welcome.

Give it to me
straight, doc.

- Well--
- How long have I got to live?

Well, we have a mixture
of DNA on the book,

which isn't surprising at all.

And we have what is
one primary profile

that's the major profile,

and that's consistent
on the different samples.

This is your reference sample

that we collected from you,
and this is your profile.

Everybody that we're
talking about here is male.

So the major profile
that we see on the book

is consistent with your profile.

And if you had picked up
the book and handled it,

especially in
a more recent time,

closer to when
we actually sampled it,

that makes sense

that we're seeing you
as the number one.

And so the issue
that we're seeing

is we've got low-level alleles

that could come from
the individual on the glass,

but we also have low-level
alleles that could not come

from the individual
on the glass.

We do see areas where
we've got fairly sensitive
genetic locations,

where we would expect to see
his alleles showing up,

but they're not there on--
At some locations.

So when we're looking at this,
we end up in this area

where we've got
an inconclusive result.

Some alleles from
this individual are seen
in the background here,

but we know that
there would have to be
at least one other individual

to give us the alleles
that do not come from
the individual on the glass.

She said the chain of custody
is basically next to none.

In other words,
he gave her the book

when they were in Paris in 1971.

So I don't know if you have
further to go, or do you have
a final determination or...?

The final determination is
we see your DNA on this glass.

It's quite--

- On the book. Yeah.
- Excuse me, on the book, yeah.

We do not see any foreign DNA
on the glass--

That we can identify
as being foreign DNA.

And what we're looking at
on the book is a profile

which I suspect is a profile
from at least three people.

One major, yourself,

and at least two minor donors.

Could be even more than that.

There's no way
to determine that.

And that makes it
much more difficult, then,
to interpret what we've got.

We can't reasonably
make assumptions

that would allow us
to give a statistic for it.

Yeah.

So there's a chance--

You know, there's a chance for
everything or anything, I guess.

But there's a chance-- Obviously
I'm the major donor on the book.

Right.

There is a technical chance

that the woman who gifted me
the book is underneath me

as the second donor,
minor donor,

and then Jim potentially,
possibly, could be
the third donor below her.

That's possible.

Inconclusive again.

Fifty-year-old DNA
as a minor donor

unfortunately did not
yield the result I wanted.

Although nothing
can be ruled out,

scientific evidence,
at this point, seems unlikely.

The fact that photos
of Jim and Frank
contained numerous matches

left my mind reeling.

But I also recognized that my
vantage point had become clouded

once I began to care
for Frank as a friend.

After a half century,
anyone can undergo vast changes

in their physical
and psychological makeup,

especially if
they spent that time

living out Jim's answer
to Salli Stevenson

when she asked, during one
of his final interviews,

what his life would entail
if he had the whole
thing to do over.

His reply, quote, "A quiet,
undemonstrative little artist

plodding away
in his own garden."

In any case, so many of Jim
and Frank's traits dovetailed

that finally, three
of Jim's former girlfriends

agreed to take part in

an experiment
in facial recognition.

So, my dear,
you're going to be opening...

- This one.
- ...this side first.

- The right. Your right.
- Okay.

Oh, dear. What are you
up to now?

So we're gonna have you
open up the right side first.

- And then the left side. Okay?
- Right side first. Okay.

That's John Densmore.

Uh, it's John.

- Oh, my gosh.
- So who is that?

John Densmore.

Looks a little startled.

Looks pretty good, though.

Oh, my God.

Wow.

- Okay, left side?
- Yeah. Right.

And, oh, my goodness,
who is that?

Um...

Who do you think it is?

Oh, my God.

Now, do you know who that might
be on the other side there?

It's not Robby.

It's gotta be Ray.

And the chimes go on cue.

Um...

It's not. I don't...

Nice beard.

Give me a hint.

I'll just ask you,
do you think
there's any chance...

- It could be Jim?
- ...that it could be Jim?

I-- I-- Wow.

I was gonna say that,
but it can't be.

- Well, could be?
- It can't be.

Those eyes look--
And so does the nose.

Um, that could be Jim.

Where in the hell
did you find this?

Really?

Like that? Oh, my gosh.

That's the Jim I remember,
right there.

That's how he looked
when you knew him?

Yes.

Okay.

Oh, my goodness.

Definitely the nose
looks that way.

Same thing with the cheekbones.

This guy has brown eyes.

Jim's eyes were blue.

Oh, my God.
Where did you guys find this?

Gosh.

That's really strange.

That literally could be Jim.

I mean, that is ridiculous,
but yes.

Do you think that's
a 73-year-old Jim Morrison?

It could be.

I mean, look at the eyes.

And what is John
hanging around with this guy?

Really hard to tell
with the hat, um...

Ooh, it kind of, like,
brings the tears to my eyes.

Wow.

What about the mole?

I believe that was
the first thing to go.

Easy outpatient removal.

I don't-- I thought
it might be him, actually,

but then I didn't
wanna say anything,

'cause I thought,
"That'll sound so stupid."

Well, there is some match.
I mean...

But this guy really
looks a lot like Jim.

Just base on-- Based on
the intensity of the eyes...

- When was this taken?
- Roughly about 2014.

The reflection in the eye...

doesn't seem like the reflection
that you would see

in a human being's eye.

It seems like
it could be a lens.

Sorry, I know this is
a lot to throw at you,

but now you know why I
couldn't tell you on the phone.

Because I would have
ruined the surprise.

Surprise?

Surprise! We wanted to--

"Surprise" is putting it mildly.

The first thing that I thought
was the nose, definitely,

and then the cheekbones.

Ear, yes. Nose, not so sure.

God, I wish
I could see his mouth.

- That's really uncanny.
- Yeah.

That's what the nickname
of this movie's become, Uncanny.

Would you say
it's uncanny?

Very uncanny.

And the very idea that John's
standing next to him.

It's like, "Okay, guys,
what's going on here?"

It's still--
It's absolutely fascinating.

Yeah, I wouldn't put it past
the old bastard to do it.

How did you not just jump
out of your skin?

- I still don't--
- How did you hold it together?

I still don't know.

After 50 years,

the expert ladies
each saw what I saw,

a haunting resemblance
between Jim and Frank.

- Are you okay?
- I can't swallow.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

You want some water
or something?

- No, I'm fine. Uh-huh.
- You sure?

- How about that shot of tequila?
- Yeah, take that. Absolutely.

- I really need it now.
- There you go.

Oh, God.

Do you, Frank ####, think
Jim Morrison is dead or alive?

- What's your opinion?
- I have no idea.

And, you know,
if anybody would pull it off,

it would be him.

I don't think
he needed adulation.

I feel like this is
a confession from Jim,

who's been hiding
in plain sight for decades,

where no one would expect
a maintenance man

to have been the front man

for one of the most important
rock bands of the 1960s.

Could this really be
Jim Morrison?

For the record here,
for the fans,

as part of my research into you,

I have to ask you formally:
Are you Jim Morrison?

I am not Jim Morrison,
except I am in the--

I love the song
by Jimmy Cliff:

"We all are one.
We are the same person."

- Right on.
- That's one way to look at it.

Frank's response
haunted me to my core.

I felt totally in sync with
Jim's legendary mind games,

but with a more mature
and optimistic twist.

In Jimmy Cliff's song
"We All Are One,"

Cliff references
the "universal world."

Jim famously sang
of the "universal mind."

Was Frank's answer
his way of letting Jim
have his cake and eat it too?

Whether he slipped
into anonymity

or died, as per
the official account,

my goal is to reveal new facets

of the black diamond
that is Jim.

Wherever he is,
I hope he's found peace.

And while I may not have
convinced you that Frank is Jim,

I hope you've come to appreciate
James Douglas Morrison,

the timeless artist
and human being.

And yet, if Frank is not Jim,

how do you explain
all of these coincidences?

I am not Jim Morrison.

We all are one.
We are the same person.

I've studied
Jim Morrison's life

and reported death

for nearly 40 years,

since I first read
No One Here Gets Out Alive .

When I add that knowledge
to what I learned

from the nearly
1000 people I contacted

and the hundreds I interviewed,
my personal assessment:

James Douglas Morrison,
amazingly, did fake his death

in Paris, France,
on or around July 3rd, 1971.

Of course, as grim
as it may sound,

exhumation of
the Père-Lachaise grave

and DNA testing is the only way
to prove the real truth.

But as Jim's grave
has long been one of Paris'
top tourist attractions

and one of the keys
to his enduring following,

the Morrison powers that be
apparently plan
to stay complacent

while Jim's reality
remains... a mystery.

♪ Our electric friends
Just pretend ♪

♪ Our electric friends
Just pre-- ♪

♪ Tell me again
why, where, when ♪

♪ Should I delete
Or hit send? ♪

♪ Element bend
See how you trend ♪

♪ Shall we deny or unfriend? ♪

♪ Tell me again
why, where, when ♪

♪ Should I delete
Or hit send? ♪

♪ Goodbye last band
See how you trend ♪

♪ Shall we deny or unfriend? ♪