[Jazz music]
Yeah.
I'll take my usual...
...and, uh, whatever these fine young ladies are drinking.
Actually, I'll take that against the money you already owe me.
Come on, man. It's like that?
Yeah, Izzy, it's like that, my man.
Relax, Rudy. Somebody's ship just came in.
Next time I'm in here, I'm buying for everyone.
What kind of crazy scheme you come up with this time?
Rain check on those drinks.
Good luck cashing it in.
(male #1) 'Thank you. We'll be back in ten.'
Keep smiling 'cause you're gonna be the one payin' it.
That's right.
I've finally found it... a smoking gun.
Now the world's gonna know
what kind of businessman Al Rainey is.
[Dramatic music]
[Groaning]
[Operatic singing on gramophone]
[Music stops]
Rules are rules, Henry. No opera before 8:00 a.m.
It's a quarter past 10:00.
Oh. Guess we should open the store.
- Late night? - No. Early morning.
I'll be okay after I iron out a few kinks.
[Jazz music] Ah!
You should loosen up yourself. Looking a tad stiff.
I'm just not a fan of this new popular music
so pardon me if I'm not going to put my thing down
flip it and reverse it.
Wrong genre. That's rap. This is jazz.
It's all the same to me.
I mean, where's the melody? The harmony? The structure?
What you young people are listening to these days
is not music, it's just noise.
What's that? You want it louder?
[Telephone ringing]
Dr. Henry Morgan.
Oh, thank God!
Yes, I know exactly where that is. Right.
I'll be there right now.
Well, duty calls.
They just found another body uptown.
And please try to keep the music down.
I won't have you disturbing our neighbors.
Yeah, whatever... dad.
[Siren blaring]
(Jo) Got anything?
Possible flame source.
Huh. Possible combustible material.
Unless this guy was drinking rocket fuel
there had to be something else.
(Henry) An accelerant of some kind.
Whatever incinerated this man burned very hot and very fast.
Better to burn out than fade away?
- How poetic. - Oh, not me. Neil Young.
Oh, he's a poet?
Henry, we need a cause of death.
Pretty obvious, ain't it?
Manner of death is never obvious. Context is everything.
Five to one, he'll say he was murdered.
This man was murdered!
No fair. He always says that.
Then incinerated after his death.
Wow. That's a new one. How did you know all that?
There's no sign of soot in his mouth.
Or the nostrils.
(Henry) 'If this man were alive when he was burned'
he would've inhaled superheated air
'causing significant fire damage'
and soot in the nostrils and mouth.
Okay, but we still need evidence of foul play
to turn this into a homicide, and... all I see is ash.
You see, that's where you're wrong.
Beneath this carbonized layer of skin lie immaculate strata
'of muscles and soft tissue.'
Burning a body doesn't destroy evidence
as one might assume, but preserves it.
This man's killer has done us a favor.
Oh, yeah? Tell him that.
[Theme music]
Ripped By mstoll
(Henry) No matter how we live or die
we all end the same...
...in silence.
All of our hopes and dreams in life
become mere echoes of a tale cut short.
But if we're lucky enough
our stories live on.
Our song finds voice in the hearts
of those who remember us and loved us.
- No sign of smoke inhalation. - So you were right.
He was already dead when his car caught on fire?
The petechiae there and there
are consistent with strangulation.
It's like he was strangled with, I don't know
maybe a-a thin wire, maybe?
(Henry) 'Hmm. Forceps.'
A reed from a musical instrument.
Woodwind, saxophone or clarinet.
Wire. Piano wire, perhaps.
Hmm. Gauge of a treble G.
[Humming]
[Both humming]
I can't... I just can't hear it.
[Clears throat] You two startin' up a barbershop quartet?
Just demonstrating that I have perfect pitch.
Only one in 10,000 people have it.
As for an ID on the victim...
I already got one off the vehicle's VIN number.
Isaiah Williams. Age 29.
Yes, his size and weight match
what this man's measurements would have been
prior to being burned.
So, uh, time of death?
- Lucas? - Oh! Almost forgot.
Oh.
Core temperature.
The longer the body is dead, the more it cools.
Only this man wasn't 98.6 degrees when he died.
He was superheated, cooked inside the car.
We need to know the temperature at which the accelerant burned
and the duration of the fire to know his body temperature.
And from that figure, we can approximate his time of death.
Oh. Look what I found.
- What is that? - Cellulose.
Celluloid acetate to be precise.
As in old film stock. It's crazy flammable.
This is the accelerant that caused that fire
to burn so hot so fast.
Who even uses film anymore?
Uh, nobody, you know just Steven Spielberg
Wes Anderson, myself.
Yep, I was a film major
and I did some important experimental films in college
mostly horror, but I also dabbled in horror-erotica.
Tasteful though.
The victim's next of kin is here. Shall I send her?
Yes. Thanks. Mind if we use your office?
Oh, yes, by all means. I'll, uh, cover the body.
You know, I could always bust out the old film projector
and have a little screening or not.
(Henry) 'We found these on his person.'
It could be.
Izzy always wore a lot of jewelry.
Some real, some fake. Just...
Not always the same stuff.
As soon as he'd get into some money trouble
he'd have to pa...
You recognize it?
That's a sax reed.
It's lzzy. That's my brother's.
Ever since he was eight, he...
He'd never go anywhere without one in his mouth.
So he's a musician.
Um... our father was the real player.
Yeah, still is, I suppose.
Who's your father?
- You ever hear of Pepper Evans? - No. No. Who-who is he?
The best jazz musician you've never heard of.
When was the last time you spoke to your brother?
Last night. Called from a bar.
Oh. Any idea which one?
Yeah, there was, uh, music in the background.
Izzy was all excited.
Said dad gave him something
that was gonna put him on easy street.
Do you know where we might be able to locate Pepper?
Last I heard
he has a standing gig at 125th and Broadway.
[Saxophone music]
Excuse me.
(Henry) 'Pepper Evans?'
Yeah. Who's asking?
Detective?
Homicide?
Yeah.
We'd like to ask you a few questions
about your son, Isaiah.
What happened to my boy?
Is there anyone that would've wanted to hurt
your son in any way?
Not that I can think of
but Izzy, he wasn't no Boy Scout either.
Your daughter said you gave Izzy something the night he died.
You talked to Ella?
What'd you give him?
Just, just a bunch of my old...
...reel-to-reel audiotapes.
Audiotapes. So it wasn't film in Izzy's car.
- What was on the tapes? - Probably nothing.
But Izzy, he lived for those old recordings
so I put 'em in my old case.
- Case? - For my horn.
[Chuckles] It was Grafton alligator
and I was just using it to catch coins.
He called Ella from a nightclub.
Izzy liked clubs.
There was jazz playing in the background.
Not many of them left.
Maybe Dutch's?
If we have any more questions...
You know where to find me.
You met Pepper Evans? Oh, he was the greatest!
You know, I think I got one of his albums right here.
I mean, that guy, he was a prodigy.
Playing with Lionel Hubbard's band at the age of 14, yeah.
You don't, you don't know who Lionel Hubbard is, huh?
The guy who wrote "6 A.M."
One of the biggest names in jazz.
Yeah, Pepper, he played with all of them.
Yeah, Miles, Coltrane, Dizzy.
When are you gonna stop saying the names
of people I've never heard of?
[Scoffs] Henry, they're titans. They're legend.
They're Gods.
Jazz is truly an American art form.
Now I'm gonna go on the record and say...
- Don't say it. - Jazz is our classical music.
Ugh! Failed as a father! Have I taught you nothing?
Some things are not taught. They're felt.
You know, I got it with my other records.
I'll be right back.
[Piano music]
No, no, no. Abraham, look, it's like this.
And like this, huh?
Now focus.
Classical music is the foundation of civilized society.
[Shattering]
(male #2) 'What are you thinking?'
And the sign of a refined mind.
- It's boring. - Abe, the notes.
[Knock on door]
(male #2) 'Damn woman!'
Keep practicing.
Sorry. Me and the old lady, we're having a disagreement.
Oh, it's me. Red from next door.
Well, you're a doctor, right? Can you help me out?
I got a gig tonight.
Yes. Of course. Come in. Come in.
- He's seen blood before. - Right.
Please have a seat.
Ah, I'm afraid it's gonna need stitches.
Uh, bear with me a moment.
Chopin, huh?
- You've heard of him? - Oh, yeah.
He's one of the greats.
And it bores me half to death.
You ever try playing jazz?
I don't have the sheet music.
Well, that's the beautiful thing about it.
You don't need it.
Now all you do is take a theme like this...
Old and crusty Chopin here...
...and make it your own.
This may, uh, sting a bit.
[Jazz music]
- It's remarkable. - Ah, I knew you'd come around.
You can't act like a philistine forever, can you?
No, I mean the resemblance between young Pepper and Izzy.
- It's uncanny. - Oh.
His son was at a show on the night he was murdered.
Ever heard of a club called Dutch's?
Oh, yes.
It's where all the hepcats
used to smoke their reefer cigarettes.
Get with the times, Henry.
Dutch's? Dutch's closed decades ago.
No, the place is called Rudy's now. No, it's a great place.
Yeah, it's up on Lenox and 140th.
(Jo) Isaiah Williams.
You remember seeing him in here Friday night?
No. No, he doesn't look familiar.
I find that hard to believe. Clearly you know Pepper Evans.
Okay, what's your point?
That Izzy is the spirit and image of his father.
The young Pepper Evans pictured there on your wall.
'You know, we could always subpoena the footage'
from the ATM across the street, go through it face by face.
When we find out who was here on Friday night...
Okay, okay. I might've seen him. It was a busy night.
'I just forgot, that's all.'
Look, I-I should get back, get ready for tonight.
I-I got a real hot act, okay?
Before you go, might I trouble you
for a glass of your Macallan 30, please?
It's worth it.
Henry!
What the hell?
What you were hiding behind the bar and couldn't help
looking at every time Izzy's name was mentioned.
Now, I don't suppose this is alligator.
- Look, just give it back. - Pepper Evans' initials.
(Henry) 'Izzy had it with him the night he was murdered.'
The night he was in your bar.
Look, Izzy owed me money a-and I took the case as collateral
'but I did not kill him.'
You took the case, how?
While Izzy was busy running his mouth
bragging about how he was gonna be rich
'I snuck out and I-I took it out of his car.'
What else was in there?
Uh, some old reel-to-reel tapes.
[Tuning cello]
What's wrong?
It's a tad sharp.
So tune it.
It's a new string. Recently replaced.
Izzy was killed with what I thought was a piano wire.
'Treble G.'
So what are you sayin'?
Right note, wrong instrument.
Things aren't looking too good for you, Rudy.
I got a barful of witnesses who saw you confront Izzy
the night he was killed.
We also found the victim's stolen property
in your possession which you lied about.
Killing a guy that owed me money?
'That's no way to get paid.'
You knew he wasn't good for it.
(Jo) 'He came into that bar.'
'He was waving his money all around.'
(Hanson) 'Money you knew he didn't have.'
That made you mad, didn't it, Rudy?
So you killed him and took the only thing
'that was worth something.'
Look, I wasn't the only one whose face
Izzy was in that night.
Did he happen to tell you where all this money was coming from?
Ever since I've known him, Izzy claimed that his pops
was the one who really wrote "6 A.M."
That Lionel Hubbard, jazz legend
cheated him out of a single.
Can you imagine that?
Killing someone literally for a song?
It's not just a song.
"6 A.M." changed everything.
That track broke all the rules, changing keys
'and time signatures as if the person who wrote it'
'had so much joy inside his heart'
he couldn't pick just one way to let it out.
Lieutenant?
I've never heard you speak so passionately about anything.
Why don't I have time of death?
That man's alibi is hinging on it, doctor.
How hard can it be?
To be honest with you, uh, quite hard.
Normally, it would be a question of temperature
but in this case, it's a matter of thermodynamics.
- One hundred and sixty degrees! - You see...
That's it. Sorry.
That's the temperature that Izzy's body reached
when it was cooked inside the car.
The fire burned approximately half an hour.
Lucas, did you use the standard
cooling rate after death of 1.5 degrees per hour?
Yes.
Okay, so legal time of death, 3:15
with the temperature, the corrective factor meaning
the precise time of death is exactly...
- Nine o'clock. - 11:58.
- 11:58? - Yes.
Izzy's body temperature rose to 160 degrees in half an hour.
It would've dropped equally as fast.
Thermodynamics. Sorry.
Meaning our club owner, Rudy, couldn't have killed him.
'I got any number of patrons who have him tending bar'
'till 3:00 in the morning.'
Either way, I don't think he's good for the murder.
Okay, so what are you thinking, detective?
Rudy said that Izzy had audiotapes in his car.
So what if Izzy had found the proof that he needed
and now that proof has burned up with him inside the car?
Yeah, only now, there's no way of knowing
what was actually on Pepper's old audiotapes.
Although there is a way of figuring out who might
have destroyed them.
Whoever owns the rights to "6 A.M."
Al Rainey. CEO of Dovebird Records.
He owns Lionel Hubbard's publishing.
He's a guy who's made a career off of fleecing musicians.
- How, how did you... - My nephew was one of them.
What?
I'm learning that you have all sorts of unexpected dimensions.
We'll go pay Rainey a visit. Come on.
So, big music buff, huh? I'm a cinephile myself.
Yeah, more of an auteur actually.
If you ever wanted to check out any of my student...
It's coming. Gentlemen.
- First thing tomorrow morning? - Yeah.
Sure. I saw Izzy there that night.
He was there for the same reason everybody was.
To watch these boys do their thing.
(Jo) 'How well did you know Izzy?'
Well enough to wipe his nose
while he was still wearing diapers.
Damn shame what happened to that boy.
His old man was a solid session guy for me back in the day.
Did he mention anything that night
about royalties for a song his father wrote?
You mean "6 A.M?"
If Izzy's mouth was moving
chances are that story was coming out of it.
Witnesses also told us the night Izzy was killed
that he confronted you
saying he had found some kind of proof.
Izzy had a hundred versions to that story.
Hard to keep track of all of 'em.
So Pepper didn't write "6 A.M?"
You wanna know how I know?
Because that track was recorded in that room
with me sittin' in this booth.
A lot of people were smoking a lot of stuff that night
but I was stone-cold sober, so believe me when I tell you
Lionel Hubbard wrote that song.
Or if you don't believe me, you can dig through my vault.
But you're not gonna find Pepper's name
anywhere near that master.
You still have the old master?
Well, yes and no.
It's all digital now, lossless compression.
It's a brave new world.
That's smart.
I hear that the old reel-to-reel tapes
can be quite flammable.
I'd be happy to show you the vault.
Let you listen to the original "6 A.M." session if you want.
Alright, let's take it from the top.
Bud Gray quintet, Day One.
Alright, from the top.
[Instrumental music]
Alright, little man, your turn.
No, you alright, you alright.
Look, forget about the notes. Jazz is about how you feel.
Now you feeling cold and lonely, play it sad like this.
You feeling fat and happy, you play it big, play it loud.
Now you feeling hot and mad, murder them keys, boy.
Murder 'em.
Go, man, go!
(Al) 'Make your hair stand up, don't it?'
[AI laughs]
- Thank you, Mr. Rainey. - Not a problem.
Ah, were you a tad close to a fire?
- Excuse me? - The hairs on your arm.
They've recently been singed off.
Yeah, well, uh, I did a little barbecuing this weekend.
Well, I trust you two can find your way out.
A few burned arm hairs?
That's not enough to bring him in.
I don't suppose there was anything on the master recording
that proved Pepper authored the track?
No, maybe Izzy just overestimated
his father's talent.
Or else died trying to immortalize it.
Okay, let's consider the possibility
that Izzy was telling the truth
that he did find some sort of proof.
Well, whatever he did find would have burnt up
with him in the car...
Remember what I said about fire preserving evidence?
You wanna take another look at Izzy's car?
Yes. I think it's time we performed an auto-topsy.
Wow.
So you really think we're gonna have better luck
than the Arson Team pulling something out of here?
By recreating the crime.
- Lucas? - Yep?
- You're my victim. - Every day.
Alright, Lucas, front seat.
You would be hiding in the back, waiting to surprise Izzy.
So I'm a big man, Al Rainey's size.
I would have to duck down like this.
Okay, and I'm just chillin' up here
acting like I've never seen a horror movie before?
(Lucas) 'Not checking the backseat for a deranged psychopath?'
[Scoffs] Sorry.
If I were to slip a bass string around your neck
how do you stop me?
Okay, I couldn't get my hands under the string
so I'd go for your hands?
- Yes, very good. - Alright, squeeze harder.
I work method. Come on.
There you go. I fight, I fight, I...
Uh-huh.
What?
Aw, it's over?
I was just starting to feel my character.
If Izzy knocked something off the killer
while he struggled, it could be buried under the melted remains
of these pleather seats.
And if a burned car acts like a burned body...
Let's see what's underneath the skin.
Lucas, scalpel.
[Dramatic music]
A cuff link, perfectly preserved.
(Jo) "'D.B."'
[Scoffs] David Bowie, Daniel Boone, D.B. Cooper
- Doobie Brothers. - You're getting warmer, Lucas.
Dovebird Records.
It's about time. I've been sitting here for over an hour.
Let's get to it then.
I think you killed Izzy Williams, Mr. Rainey.
We have six witnesses who saw you exit Rudy's
the same time as Izzy's death.
'And if it's true, his story'
about you cheating his father, Pepper, out of a hit song
well, you stand to lose more money than most people
make their entire lives.
I think we both know you're gonna have to do
better than that.
I believe we can.
You've seen that cuff link before, haven't you?
Found it in Izzy's car.
The only thing I care to look at now is my lawyer.
He should be here by now.
(Jo) 'We're executing a search warrant'
for your residence along with Dovebird Records.
Now either you killed Izzy yourself
or you know who did.
Either way, you are looking guilty as hell.
Are you planning on charging my client with a crime?
'If not, I don't know what we're doing here.'
I'm entitled to hold on to your client for 72 hours...
...and I intend to enjoy every one of those hours.
Thirty years of Dovebird Records history.
Grab a shovel.
Bit of a change of pace from my regular duties.
Well, all hands on deck, pal. Lieutenant's orders.
Now... we're looking for anything tying
Pepper Evans to "6 A.M."
(Hanson) 'A certificate of authorship'
'would certainly give us a motive on Al.'
'There is no rhyme or reason to any of this stuff.'
[Piano music]
[Knock on door]
Hi, doc.
You caught me practicing a little myself.
Is today's Abe's lesson?
'I'm terribly sorry. He's not here.'
I know. No, I just stopped by to say bye.
I see. Please, come in.
See, I wanted to tell little man goodbye in person, but, uh...
...I got a six month gig in Paris.
Yeah, let's just hope the French girls
aren't as hot-tempered as the American ones.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that
but I'm happy for you, of course.
Abe will be disappointed.
Just keep him practicing.
He got an ear for jazz, that boy.
I only wish I could help him cultivate it.
All I did was light a match.
Now it's up to you to hand him the torch
and let him find his own way. Let him become his own man.
[Scoffs]
Is that what your father did for you?
[Chuckles]
Hell, no!
Why do you think I know it's the right thing to do?
- One for the road? - That's handy.
Oh, we musicians are like Bedouins.
We move where the wind moves.
Everything I need is inside this case.
Where's Pepper's saxophone case?
Huh?
'Uh... '
(Hanson) 'What are you... '
Whoa. Whoa. Uh...
I believe we found our master tape...
...and our motive.
Tell me you've changed your mind about detaining my client.
What's that?
It's the original recording of "6 A.M."
'Proof that Izzy was telling the truth'
'the night he was killed.'
What's he talking about?
So you're telling me you somehow managed
to dig up the original master of "6 A.M?"
Izzy hid it in his father's saxophone case.
'Somewhere he knew it would be safe.'
Care for a listen, Mr. Rainey?
Or you could sit in this room alone in silence
for the next 67 hours.
[Joanna clears throat]
I don't know about you...
...but I don't hear no hit single.
[AI laughs]
I can't dance to that.
(Al) 'Can we go home now?'
(Pepper) 'Detective?'
Mr. Evans. Um...
Please have a seat. What can I do for you?
It's funny how loss creeps up on you.
You haven't figured out who killed my son yet, have you?
No. No, but we might have the why.
We believe that Izzy thought he had proof you wrote "6 A.M."
It's possible that's why he was killed.
- What? - Old tapes that you gave him.
I gotta ask you, Mr. Evans, is it true? Did you write it?
I did.
Cut it the day after Ella was born.
[Scoffs] Ella was a colicky baby.
She cried day and night.
I left the studio to help her mother
came back three days later
they had written me out of everything.
Why didn't you fight it? Take Al to court.
What difference does it make? My son's dead.
'I never should have told him that story.'
Um, where did you find that?
In your son's car. You recognize it?
(Jo) 'Mr. Evans?'
No, ma'am. You have yourself a nice day.
This thing hasn't seen a lot of love over the last
I don't know, 20 years.
The emulsion has separated from the base.
What does that even mean?
Oh. This must be how it feels to be... well, you.
Kinda feels good being the expert.
If you wouldn't mind illuminating me on the subject
of audio recordings...
Happy to help, doc.
Look, you can tell the tape is damaged
if you know what you're looking for.
You see these uneven edges?
'There's two layers to these old magnetic tapes'
and once they come apart, you're left with diddly-squat.
And there's no way to recover what was recorded on the tape?
No, these things are older than eight-tracks.
Genuine antiques.
Then we have one more chance.
Please reassure me one last time
that this is a legitimate process.
Hey, you don't think I'd take any chances
with the original recording of "6 A.M.," huh?
Of all the antiques I've ever handled
this one is truly priceless.
This reel is suffering from sticky-shed syndrome.
Baking the tape...
...fuses the two layers back together again.
Dare I ask how you came about
this particular area of expertise?
Transferring old dead Bootlegs.
Another seminal band you couldn't stomach, remember?
I will disown you if you ever don those tie-dyed pants again.
Maybe we should open a bottle of wine.
Spark one up. Oh, alright, fine, fine.
You know, kill the moment.
Now look, hey, who would have thought you and I
are about to rewrite jazz history?
Abe baked the tape!
It's as good as new, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes
it brought the original recording back to life.
Baked? Like in an oven?
Henry, please tell me
you did not take evidence home and cook it.
Yes, but it worked.
Alright, Betty Crocker, play it.
(Pepper on tape) 'And we're rolling.'
'What do you wanna play first, Lionel?'
(Lionel on tape) 'How about that new one of yours, Pepper?'
'I'm smellin' a hit single.'
'Hey why'd you decide to call it "6 A.M.," anyhow?'
(Pepper on tape) 'That's when my baby girl, Ella, was born.'
'Happiest hour of my life.'
(Lionel on tape) "Cause she came out looking like her mama.'
(Pepper on tape) 'Well, I ain't much to look at'
'but at least they don't call me doughboy.'
- 'Yeah.' - 'Alright, alright, boys.'
(Lionel on tape) 'I'll count it down. One, two, three.'
[Saxophone music]
And there's our motive.
Proof that Pepper wrote the song.
Let's move on Rainey.
Lieu.
Lieu, wait, Pepper was here today
and he seemed sure that Al didn't kill Izzy
'but he did recognize the cuff links'
So did Al.
What if D.B. Doesn't stand for Dovebird?
'What if they're the killer's initials?'
They still don't fit any of our current suspects though.
D.B.
D.B. Doughboy.
Pepper called Lionel Hubbard doughboy on the recording.
Now Lionel would have had a motive to kill Izzy.
That song made him a household name.
Too bad he's been dead 15 years.
Okay, maybe somebody inherited Lionel Hubbard's cuff links
'and the recording rights to "6 A.M."'
- Like who, Jo? - His son.
He had a son, Bud Gray. Damn fine musician himself.
Bud Gray quintet, Day One.
Bud Gray and his band were recording at Al's studio.
They were playing at Rudy's the night Izzy was murdered.
It wasn't Al even though the marks on his arms suggest
that he might have burned Izzy's body.
Bud Gray is our killer.
(male #3) Let's hear it for the Bud Gray quintet.
[Jazz music]
[Intense music]
[Jazz music]
Okay, you take the front and the exits.
You take the exterior alleys.
[Intense music]
You don't wanna do this!
Let me go. He killed my boy.
I can't let him get away with it.
Don't!
What about your daughter?
The police are here to arrest Bud.
'This gig is his last.'
You still have time to be Ella's father.
I was gone half her life.
She's never gonna speak to me again.
We know why you wrote "6 A.M."
Now she will too.
Shouldn't you at least give her a chance?
[Sobbing]
Bud Gray spilled.
The search of his hotel room turned up the other cuff link.
Guy knew it was over. He gave us everything.
Just got off the phone with the ADA.
- Looks like a slam dunk. - That's great.
What about Al Rainey?
According to Bud's signed statement
Al knew Izzy had proof Pepper wrote "6 A.M."
Not Lionel Hubbard.
Al told Bud to take care of it
and then he helped burn Izzy's body
what he thought was the proof.
We just picked up Al.
Nice work, you two.
You know, I still don't get it.
Bud Gray had a record deal, whole career ahead of him.
Why would he kill a guy over royalties of one song?
He didn't want his father, the great Lionel Hubbard
to go down in jazz history as a fraud.
[Instrumental music]
(Jo) 'Thanks for coming in. I thought you should have this.'
I don't care about the money.
Whatever's on it has caused my family a lot of pain.
Okay. I just...
I thought you should know that he wrote it for you.
"6:00 A.M."
It's the time you were born.
He wanted to celebrate the birth of his baby girl.
[Music continues]
[Instrumental music]
Unusual musical choice.
Well, I just wanted to reassure you
that not all of your cultural indoctrination was in vain.
Just most of it.
How comforting.
Although I must admit
I've developed a new appreciation for jazz.
'Perhaps it's not all chaos and dissonance.'
Just most of it.
Sure is more fun to play it.
Care to show me?
Are you asking me to teach you jazz?
[Chuckles]
Alright, it's important to remember that
playing jazz is about feel, alright?
Hmm? Hmm.
Fine. Uh...
[piano music]
(Henry) It has been said that a man is not dead
while his name is still spoken
that we are only truly gone when we've disappeared
from the memories of those who loved us
meaning a great artist never dies.
As long as his books are read, his paintings admired
as long as our songs are sung, we may each of us live forever.
As for me, maybe it's time to learn a new song.
Fortunately, I have an excellent teacher.
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Go, man, go! Yeah!
Whoo.
[Theme music]
[Instrumental music]
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