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CHEERING AND EXCITED SCREAMS

# There's a hole in my heart that won't heal

# I just can't explain the way I feel

# You went and left me all alone

# I wish that you would come back home

# And fix this aching hole in my heart

# Since you upped and left me I've done nothing else but cry

# And if you won't come back to me I think I'm gonna die

# There's a hole in my heart that won't heal

# I just can't explain the way I feel

# You went and left me all alone

# I wish that you would come back home

# And fix this aching hole in my heart. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

I'll meet you at my hotel, then.

Maybe bring a friend for my little brother?

I'm all right, thanks.

Oh, come on, Jacky!

A year in America, six months touring back here

and you've not cut loose once.

We're meant to be rock and roll stars!

You're not stars.

Not yet anyway.

Didn't you see that audience out there, Howie?

They couldn't get enough of us.

You've got a following amongst teenagers, yes.

But we're looking for mainstream fame, Johnny -

songs in the New Musical Express charts.

We'd need to be signed to a proper record label for that, wouldn't we?

Which is why I've arranged for you

to play a special showcase for the press,

and the A&R men from Decca Records.

What? When?

Next week.

We get this right, boys,

and the Hart Brothers will be Britain's answer

to Bill Haley & His Comets!

So where's the show? The Flamingo in Soho?

The Sunset Club, Carnaby Street?

Better than that -

we are going to Kembleford.

STRAINING

Careful, Edgar, you'll hurt yourself!

HE STRAINS

Please tell me this is the last one.

I think so.

Right! I suppose we'd better make a start on the unpacking.

Knock, knock!

Oh! Oh!

Miss Palmer, Father Brown, what a delightful surprise.

We come bearing sustenance for the movers.

Come in!

Oh, Brenda, the cake plates are in that box.

Ah, that looks lovely!

Oh, I don't think so, Mrs S.

Oh...

It must have been mislabelled.

Oh, look!

It's all my keepsakes.

Aww, Eddie's first curl!

His Mothering Sunday cards.

Ah. I understood that Mr Devine was coming home for the weekend

to help you move.

He couldn't get away.

Apparently he's in the running for a promotion at work.

Oh! Well done, Eddie, eh?

EXCITED SCREAMING OUTSIDE

What on earth is that?

Hurry up! Come on!

CHATTER AND SQUEALS

Make way, ladies, please.

Make way, make way. That's it, coming through!

It isn't?! It's the Hart Brothers!

Get a photo of this, OK?

Make sure you get all the screaming girls in.

Am I missing something?

They're a vocal duo.

Miss Palmer went to see them at a concert in Oxford.

And she hasn't stopped talking about them since.

She's practically worn the needle out on the Presbytery gramophone,

listening to their records.

Are you getting this? Are you getting this?

Yeah, of course! Lovely.

No, no, no, I've heard about these rock and roll types.

Keep your distance, things could get ugly.

If you want to see him, you've got to buy tickets, all right?

Mrs Devine! I thought that was you!

Oh!

GIGGLING

I just can't believe that THE Jack Hart is little Jacky Blunkett.

Jack and John grew up on a farm just outside Kembleford.

Do you remember, Father?

Jack used to sing in St Mary's choir with Eddie.

Oh, yes!

You were an excellent treble, as I recall.

I might not be able to hit the high notes any more, Father,

but I still try to make Mass whenever I can.

Well, you and your brother, are welcome at St Mary's.

My brother's the God botherer, not me. Sorry, Father.

Unless you're blonde and under 25, John won't be interested.

This is Brenda.

She's a huge fan - of yours in particular.

What's your favourite Hart Brothers' song, then, Brenda?

Um...

Howie Brooks, the boys' manager.

I was just explaining to the Inspector here,

we don't want any trouble.

Well, we aren't expecting any, Mr Brooks.

Father Brown, and, um, Mrs Sullivan.

Hello. My wife.

Jack was good friends with my son.

It's lovely to see him all grown up!

So, how long are you staying in Kembleford, Mr Brooks?

Just a couple of days. We've taken rooms here.

We're holding a concert tomorrow for record company bigwigs.

We're hoping to get signed.

How exciting!

Is that my stuff?

She's just trying to help, John.

This is Betty.

Jacobson, she joined our team last week.

But can't get it into her head that nobody touches my kit except me!

Sorry, Johnny.

She's our official photographer for this trip.

It's a bit different than my last job.

She's had her photos published in Home Chat magazine.

Oh, I love Home Chat!

See? We're lucky to have her.

When am I getting a new amp?

I told you this one keeps cutting out.

We can talk about it after the concert.

Concert?!

You've dragged us back to this dump to play in a barn.

People will think we're a joke!

Excuse me.

Hey! Hey, Johnny...

We talked about this - I've got a plan,

and you've got to trust me.

Like you trusted me in Salford, remember?

You're the boss-man.

Apologies.

It's been a busy few months for the boys.

Forgive me, Mr Brooks, but Kembleford does seem an odd location

for a concert of such importance.

Yeah, I'm proud of my boys, and they deserve to be huge.

However, parents, and people like the Inspector here,

they worry that rock and roll music can be a bad influence.

Not entirely unduly.

I want to show the country that the Hart Brothers are wholesome

and respectable lads.

Howie thought that if we held the show in the town

we grew up in, it would remind everyone that we're normal kids.

- Nothing to be scared of. - Don't believe him.

I've seen the state of their tour bus!

And Betty is going to be capturing the heart-warming homecoming

for our publicity.

Which is great -

but we don't actually have any family left in Kembleford.

So, what will she be taking pictures of?

Tell me, do you have any plans this afternoon?

No, our grandfather died when I was 15.

Since then it's just been me and Johnny.

Yeah, I've taken care of him.

I don't really know what we're doing here.

The boys might not have any family left in the local area,

but they are enjoying spending some time with some old friends -

like their priest, and the wife of the local police inspector.

Now it makes sense.

Yes, here is some more information about the Hart Brothers.

Yeah, take one, pass it on -

and also some more details about the concert tomorrow.

And your new sound, can you tell us what's been your inspiration?

Yeah, we learnt a lot touring with some incredible bands

in Memphis and Texas.

Yeah, none were a patch on us, though.

I write all my songs in this.

I never go anywhere without it, do I, Jacky?

All right, time for one more question.

I'm done, no more questions.

Sorry, folks, Johnny's eager to get rehearsing -

but we look forward to seeing you back here tomorrow. Thank you.

MUSIC PLAYS

GIGGLING

Father!

Oh, great, great! Hold it there.

There, that's it. Betty.

I don't relish being used as a promotional tool.

It's a small price to pay for Miss Palmer's evident glee.

I'm not going to make a fool of myself this time.

At the end of the day, he's just a singer.

MUSIC STOPS, FEEDBACK

I'm so glad you could make it Father, Mrs Devine.

Sorry, Sullivan!

Hello!

Have you decided your favourite Hart Brothers song, then, Brenda?

Er...

Jack, can we do your guitar solo?

Please?

What is wrong with me?!

Don't worry, it happens more often than you think.

CHEERING

It seems like only yesterday he and Eddie were in the choir together.

Now they're both all grown up.

Do you have any difficulty developing your film

on the road, Miss Jacobson?

There's usually a chemist's somewhere, Father.

SCREAMING

Johnny, finally!

Hey. Please tell me there were no girls last night,

you're meant to be on your best behaviour.

Whatever. I have to speak to you.

It's important.

And you'll have my full and undivided attention,

as soon as you've set up.

Betty make sure you get this.

No, I don't want her anywhere near me!

You were meant to be here first thing, John.

And you stink of booze.

Careful, Jacky. You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me, remember that.

Oh, really?

Oi! What's gotten into you two?

Nothing.

Are you ready?

One, two, one, two, three, four...

# There's a hole... # ELECTRICITY SPARKS, HE GRUNTS

John!

Per Christum Dominum nostrum.

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Odd. What is, Father?

Mr Hart's notebook is missing from his jacket pocket -

and he declared that it was of great personal importance.

Stop looking for a mystery, Father.

We all heard the victim complain about his guitar amplifier,

and his manager has just agreed it was faulty equipment.

Yes, but Mr Hart was a young man

who seemed to thrive on combative relationships.

What if it wasn't an accident?

Thank you.

Kindly join the others and let us do our job.

Goodfellow, get me an electrical expert.

Find out if someone's seen that missing notebook.

Right you are, sir.

Go ahead.

John kept telling you about his amp, now look!

This is your fault! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I just thought it was Johnny moaning as usual.

I never imagined...

The poor boy.

How am I going to explain this to everyone?

The men from Decca, the press?

The fans? Sorry, madam, you can't come in. Please, let me...

I need to... Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Is it true?

John's dead?!

Where's Jacky?

I'm sorry, madam, I appreciate you're upset,

but right now the family need a little bit of privacy.

Mum?!

For the shock.

I'm sorry, Mrs Blunkett, I'm confused.

The boys told me their mum was dead.

She may as well be.

She abandoned us when we were small.

It wasn't quite like that.

I live in Bournemouth.

An old friend told me that the boys were going to be in Kembleford,

so I got the first train up.

I was hoping to... to re-connect with them...

Here, make sure you get this.

I'm not sure that's appropriate, Mr Brooks.

Well, this is the ray of hope we all need.

Out of a tragic accident comes a beautiful reunion.

Perhaps you should allow Mr Hart and his mother some privacy.

No, stay.

She didn't care about John when he was alive,

and I don't believe she does now.

You've got it wrong.

I missed you both.

Edgar? Is everything all right?

I'm afraid not.

On a hunch, I had an electrical expert

examine Mr Hart's amplifier and guitar.

He confirmed that they'd been tampered with.

This wasn't an accident, it was murder.

Is anyone else in danger, Inspector?

We believe that the attack was targeted.

His was the only equipment sabotaged.

But how?

Johnny kept his kit in his room -

and he brought it to the venue himself this morning.

According the landlady,

Mr Hart returned from the press conference yesterday with a guest.

They were heard having a loud altercation.

He stormed out, but his visitor stayed for another 15 minutes.

Do you have a description of the guest, Inspector?

Indeed we do.

Mrs Blunkett, I am arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of Johnny Hart.

I would never do this. I love my boys!

And yet you hadn't seen them for over 14 years.

When my husband was killed at Dunkirk, I...

I couldn't cope.

My father ended up taking the children.

For their own good, he said.

I went to the south coast to recuperate,

and I eventually found work as a lounge singer.

But you didn't return for your sons?

Well, Father said they were happy, and I didn't want to unsettle them.

So I wrote letters.

Every month, for years.

I always hoped they'd write back.

One day Johnny did.

To tell me to stop.

When my father died I heard they'd gone to America,

and I...I thought I'd lost them for good.

Then you found out they were returning to Kembleford.

It was like I had a second chance.

But Johnny didn't want to know.

He... He thought I was only there to use him,

to get help for my own singing career.

He threw his manager's business card in my face and just stormed out.

And you remained in his room, alone.

I just needed a few minutes to pull myself together.

But I wasn't giving up, I was going to the concert,

I was going to try again.

But now John's...

SHE SOBS

And Jacky...

The look on his face when they arrested me.

Father, I have to prove my innocence.

If not for me, then for Jack.

He deserves to know who really did this to his brother.

Mrs Blunkett, I will do everything I can

to discover what really happened to your son.

I don't believe this.

You've been to see Meredith Blunkett.

You might have been correct about the sabotage, Father,

but I am correct about her being the killer.

I've always admired your impregnable certainty.

She was left alone with the equipment.

She's also a singer, therefore she is familiar with using it.

Plus, Mrs Blunkett has a history of nervous disorder, Father.

So, clearly, her son rejected her and she snapped.

I don't suppose she had the late Mr Hart's notebook?

For all we know, the victim may have lost it himself.

Now, you need to stop meddling, Father,

or I will arrest you for obstruction.

Off you pop!

Sorry about that, Father.

It's still a bit raw, after his demotion to inspector.

Anyway, we've looked everywhere for this notebook.

It seems to have vanished into thin air.

And this is all Mrs Blunkett had on her possession.

There you go.

You think Meredith is innocent?

I believe she came back to correct past mistakes,

not to commit murder.

And, besides, trying to make it look like an accident

is a very calculated way to kill.

Not exactly the actions of a spurned mother.

Mr Hart gave Mrs Blunkett a business card -

but it wasn't Mr Brooks's.

It was another manager, based in London.

Maybe Johnny was thinking of firing Howie.

There was an odd tension between them both yesterday. Mm.

Then perhaps we should begin by talking to our Mr Brooks.

# There's a hole in my heart that won't heal

# I just can't explain the way I feel

# You went and left me all alone

# I wish that you would come back home

# And fix this... #

Sorry, mate.

MUSIC FALTERS

Sorry, Howie. It's fine.

Can we go again, take it from the top?

This guy you've got is just not fast enough.

I just...

I don't know if I can do this.

My head's all over the place.

Jack, I get it.

But this was yours and Johnny's dream, remember?

Getting your sound out there, securing a proper record deal -

he wouldn't want you giving up on that.

Not when you're so close.

I guess so.

Follow me, and try to keep up.

A-one, two, three, four...

SONG RESUMES

Mr Brooks, do you think it's wise to go ahead this evening?

I don't have any choice, Father.

The A&R men are already on their way up from London.

I'm sure they'll understand.

This is Jack's big chance.

And also yours.

I have spent every penny I have on that band.

Him and his brother were playing backstreet boozers

as the Blunketts when I found them.

And I took them under my wing, and I gave them a new image,

and I gave them a new name - I even took them to America!

After all that expenditure it would presumably feel like a betrayal

if they left you and signed a new manager.

Well, that would never happen.

But the late Mr Hart had a business card

from another management company.

We telephoned them.

They confirmed that Johnny had a meeting booked

to discuss representation.

I bet you were furious.

You're not suggesting that I...?

# Since you up and left me I've done nothing else but cry... #

Yes, Johnny threatened to jump ship,

but it was just posturing.

He was never actually going to leave.

I've got him out of too many tight scrapes over the years.

Like in Salford?

Exactly.

Johnny got drunk after a show, and he smashed up his lodgings,

and I sorted it out.

I paid off the landlady, and I fixed everything up.

Everything I do, I do to help those boys.

And there's always something,

there's always some issue to deal with.

I spent two hours searching for a last-minute guitarist

who can play rock and roll - and now there's this.

I wanted to enlarge some of Betty's photos of Johnny for the concert,

make it something of a tribute -

but, nope, they're all unusable.

# Since you up and left I've done nothing else but cry... #

I need to talk to Miss Jacobson.

I might stay with Jack.

I'm worried Howie doesn't have his best interests at heart.

I could stay too, Mrs S?

Actually, Miss Palmer, I need your assistance.

# You went and left me all alone... #

You're not really a photographer, are you, Miss Jacobson?

I am.

Honestly.

Most professionals I've come across develop their own film,

they don't use the local chemist.

And, generally speaking, they know how to focus.

Did you pretend to get close to the band?

You love the Hart Brothers even more than me!

Of course, my favourite's Jack -

but it looks like you preferred Johnny.

From the moment I saw him play, I was hooked.

I followed them all over the country.

Then one day I overheard Howie talking about advertising

for some help, someone who could take pictures.

So I borrowed a friend's camera and pretended I had experience.

Yet Mr Hart didn't treat you kindly, did he?

He was a genius.

He didn't need to be polite all the time.

Is that for Johnny Blunkett?

I cared about the real man,

not just who he was on stage.

You spent a lot of time watching Mr Hart.

Did you notice anything unusual yesterday?

When I came back from dinner,

I found him having an awful row with his brother.

Johnny was accusing Jack of stealing his book of lyrics.

I know I should have said something to the police,

but I didn't want to get Jack in trouble.

Oh, right.

Just before he died,

Mr Hart was adamant that he didn't want you near him.

Why?

I thought I could cheer him up after the argument with Jack,

be a shoulder to cry on.

So, I...

I offered myself to him.

What?

Oh!

He laughed in my face.

Said he'd never be interested in a mouse like me.

How did that make you feel?

Worthless. Ugly.

But he was upset.

I knew, eventually,

Johnny would realise I was the only woman for him.

We just...

We just ran out of time.

SHE SOBS

Poor Betty.

She must have misheard - Jack wouldn't steal Johnny's notebook.

Father?

Miss Palmer, I would very much like to listen

to your Hart Brothers records.

Oh!

I always loved your lamb casserole, Mrs Sullivan.

Sorry again for all the mess.

I just appreciate a home-cooked meal.

We don't get many of those on the road. Oh...

Howie should be taking care of you, you need to eat properly.

This is why I used to be jealous of Eddie.

Sorry?

He always had you fussing over him,

watching him sing every Sunday, caring.

Meredith left when I was five.

I don't even remember her.

How could she do it?

How could she kill Johnny?

BRENDA: # There's a hole in my heart that won't heal

# I just can't explain the way I...

FALTERS: # ..feel... #

Sorry to disturb!

I thought Jack needed a break from rehearsals.

Mr Hart, I've just had the pleasure of listening to your records.

I must confess that I found the melodies very catchy,

and the lyrics are very good.

Even with Bible references -

which is odd, considering that your brother had no time for the church.

But, of course, he didn't write them, did he?

You did.

What?!

This was the extent of Johnny's writing.

I'm lead guitar, so Howie thought it best

if Johnny was seen as the creative talent.

So, he'd wave that prop around for show.

Johnny promised I'd get properly credited

once we got the record deal.

But his advertisement claims that your brother

was the sole songwriter.

I was so angry when I saw it.

I just wanted to punish him.

So I stole his notebook.

All Johnny cared about was being famous and girls.

He didn't even understand what my songs were about.

And with your brother gone,

I presume that you will get your proper credit.

Father Brown!

I haven't thought about it.

Look, Johnny wasn't perfect,

but he was my brother.

He looked out for me after our grandad died.

I'd never do anything to hurt him.

I should get back, Howie will be tearing his hair out.

Come on. Let's go.

BAND STRIKES UP

# Goin' down to the hop to meet a sweet little miss

# Gonna start it up with a sweet little kiss

# Gonna dance with you honey till the midnight chime

# I'm gonna ask you honey to be mine, all mine, oh

# Be my baby... # I can't believe you suspect Jack!

The poor boy has lost his brother and his mother in the same day.

He did steal the notebook, Mrs S.

And he had a pretty strong motive.

What about Betty?

She was obsessed with Johnny.

What if she killed him because he turned her down?

That is a possibility.

And what about Mr Brooks?

If he thought he was losing his temperamental star turn,

then a fatal accident would allow him to retain the amenable brother.

Could I just have everyone's attention, please?

MUSIC STOPS I know it's been a stressful day,

but Inspector Sullivan has some news.

We have officially charged Meredith Blunkett with Johnny Hart's murder.

Good.

And before you say anything, Father,

we found Mrs Blunkett's fingerprints on both the guitar and amplifier.

What if Meredith really did do it?

But she admitted she was in his room, Edgar.

It stands to reason she might touch his things.

It is rather circumstantial evidence.

Are you seriously still trying to defend that woman?!

That woman, Jack, is still your mother.

And now she faces the gallows.

And I'm supposed to care?

I haven't seen or heard from her in 14 years.

What about her letters?

The ones she told Father Brown about?

What letters?

Your mother insisted she wrote to you and your brother for years

until he told her to stop.

She's lying.

Johnny would have told me.

Jack... I'm sorry, I need to think.

Alone.

It's all right, everyone,

let's give Jack some time to gather his thoughts.

After all, in a couple of hours,

he's going to be playing the concert of his life.

HUBBUB

Poor Betty is stuck down there when we get to watch it from here!

I heard they've turned people away.

The record people are here, though.

Jack's going to be a star!

Have you seen him?

- Who? - Jack, of course!

The concert's due to start in 15 minutes

and he's nowhere to be found.

Oh, this is a disaster.

We've got the industry's top A&R men expecting to see a show.

Not to mention the national press!

He must be so upset - especially after the news about his mum.

Oh, he hates Meredith. He made that very clear.

I don't think that's right.

Hole In My Heart is a lament for his mother, isn't it?

I think I know where he is.

So this was where the Hart brothers grew up.

Their grandfather's old farm.

Jack?

Jack?

Mr Hart.

It's so much smaller than I remember.

I lied before, Mrs Sullivan.

I do have a memory of my mum.

Just one.

I'm sat on her knee, and she's singing to me.

I feel warm, safe...

..loved.

It was Johnny's dream to be famous.

I just liked singing because it made me feel close to her.

Let's go back, Jack.

Talk about it properly.

All this time, Johnny lied to me.

Our mum did love us.

She was funny and kind.

She was sorry.

The woman in these letters wouldn't kill Johnny, never.

Now she's going to hang for something she didn't do.

We're doing all we can to prevent that, Mr Hart.

And until then?

I'm supposed to be performing, but how can I? It's too much.

You don't have to do it for Johnny, or Howie,

or even the fans.

You do it for yourself, Jack.

You said when you sing you feel closer to your mum.

So, maybe for a few hours,

that's what you need?

CROWD CHANTS: We want Jack!

We want Jack!

We want Jack! The crowd are getting restless, sir.

I'm going to have to tell them, aren't I?

Tell the men to get ready for trouble, Sergeant.

I'm sure that won't be necessary, Inspector.

No, it won't.

Jack, you're back!

I just needed a moment, and a pep talk from my friends.

The stage is yours, Mr Hart.

Actually, it's Blunkett.

Howie might have stopped me from using my real name,

but things are going to change.

Well, we can discuss it later.

Come on, let's get you on!

CHEERING AND SCREAMS

# Goin' down to the hop to meet a sweet little miss

# Gonna start it up with a sweet little kiss

# Gonna dance with you honey till the midnight chime

# I'm gonna ask you honey to be mine, all mine, oh

# Be my baby... #

Father, I spoke to the station in Salford like you asked.

Asked if there were any incidents of note

on the night the Hart Brothers played. And?

A young man suffered a fatal head injury outside the venue.

Was it an assault?

No, no, it was an accident.

Apparently he'd just got engaged.

# ..Don't even try

# Be my baby... #

He'd been out celebrating,

got drunk, and a witness saw him stagger off,

unsteady on his feet - and then he fell into the kerb.

God rest his soul.

What was his name?

Er...Jeremy...

Jeremey Burke, Father.

He was an apprentice at an electrician's firm in Manchester.

# I'm gonna ask you honey to be mine, all mine, oh

# Be my baby

# Be my baby

# Be my, be my baby tonight... #

Father Brown! And I thought I was their biggest fan.

Your bracelet.

JB doesn't stand for Johnny Blunkett does it?

It stands for Jeremy Burke, your late fiance.

# Baby... #

I don't know what you're talking about, Father.

These are Johnny's initials.

But Mr Hart wasn't allowed to use his real name.

How would you know it was Blunkett?

I loved Johnny.

I knew everything about him.

Then you would know of his predilection

for young ladies with blonde hair.

So, it's strange you dyed your fair hair brown.

And if we showed your picture to the Burke family,

I'm sure that they would still recognise you.

Unlike Johnny.

He didn't have a clue.

You're right.

Jeremy gave me this.

I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Jacobson.

You know, I really was a big fan of the Hart Brothers.

We both were.

When Jeremy and I got engaged,

we even celebrated by going to watch them play.

I'd even bought him some new suede shoes.

But after the gig...

..Johnny made a pass at me.

Jeremy defended my honour, but things got heated.

They decided to step outside.

When they didn't come back I went to look for them.

Jeremy?

Jeremy? Jeremy!

They said a witness saw him drunkenly trip.

But Jeremy wasn't that drunk.

And where was Johnny?

Then a few weeks ago, a girl showed up at my work.

She said she saw Johnny punch Jeremy.

That's how he really fell and hit his head.

Why didn't she come forward at the time?

She did.

But she'd been paid to lie about what she saw.

By Mr Brooks, presumably.

She felt terrible.

She was still too scared to come forward with the truth.

So, you took matters into your own hands.

I disguised myself, waited for an opportunity

to confront Johnny about what he'd done.

You're that little blonde from Salford.

Just admit it, you killed Jeremy.

It was a fight that got out of hand, that's all.

We were due to be married!

Then you shouldn't have been making eyes at me, then!

How dare you?! I'm going to tell the police.

Oh, yeah?

See, according to the police,

your precious little fiance was nothing but a yob

who couldn't handle his booze.

And there's nothing you can do to change that.

He said his amp was faulty...

..so I made sure it definitely was.

With knowledge gained from your fiance, the electrician.

To lose your fiance so tragically,

then to discover that the truth was covered up,

I can understand how angry you must have been, Miss Jacobson.

But now it's time to repent.

To confess.

Repent?!

My whole future was stolen from me by that man.

As Mr Hart faces losing his with his mother.

I didn't mean for Mrs Blunkett to get blamed.

It was meant to look like an accident.

You have the power to save her... and your soul.

I'm sorry.

I know it was wrong...

..but Johnny shouldn't have got away with killing Jeremy.

And Howie shouldn't get away with covering it up.

Tell everything to Inspector Sullivan.

I promise you, he will ensure that justice is done.

# I'm a rock and roll boy and I only wanna rock and roll

# I'm a rock and roll boy and I only wanna rock and roll

# I'm a rock and roll boy and I only wanna rock and roll. #

CHEERING

Father Brown's missed the whole thing.

Thanks, Brenda.

Where's Howie?

Oh, he's with the A&R men.

I believe it's called schmoozing.

CROWD: More! More!

I think they want one last song.

And so do I.

Oh, Mum!

I'm sorry, I never got your letters.

Father Brown told me.

It's all right, I should have fought more for you and your brother.

I'm sorry. It's all right, you're here now.

They're waiting for you.

Then I'll give them an encore to remember.

CHEERING AND SCREAMS

You want one more song?

CROWD CHEERS

I'd like to invite a very special guest out to sing it with me.

SHE MOUTHS

Yeah, come on!

Go on. No, I can't!

Go on. I'll take your bag.

RHYTHMIC CLAPPING

CHEERING

This is my mum, everyone!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

# I had a hole in my heart

# But now it's healed

BOTH: # I just can't explain the way I feel

# I was sad and all alone

# But now that you've come on back home

# You fixed this aching hole in my heart

# Since you upped and left me... #

No, you keep that, miss.

# I done nothin' else but cry... #

Right.

# And now you've come back to me

# I feel like I could fly

# I had a hole in my heart but now it's healed

# I just can't explain the way I feel... #

Mr Brooks, I'd like to talk to you about the death of Jeremy Burke.

I know Eddie's got his life in London,

and I'm starting a new chapter too...

..but I do miss my boy.

We know, Mrs S.

# You fixed this aching hole in my heart. #

CHEERING

Thank you, Father.

That was a wonderful service, thank you, Father.

It is a pleasure to have such accomplished singers

in the congregation.

In addition to Mrs Sullivan, of course.

Is it true Decca Records wants to sign you?

Yeah, but I've told them I need a bit of time off

before I start recording my LP.

Jacky's taking me to America for a holiday.

We're going to stay with my friend Elvis.

Howie had us tour with him last year, said he's going to be huge.

Even with a ridiculous name like that?

Safe travels, Mrs Blunkett... and Mr Blunkett.

Enjoy your time together.

It really is precious.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Oh, which reminds me, Eddie telephoned this morning.

He's going to come and pay a visit next weekend.

Really?! Yeah.

But the house isn't ready!

We've got so much work to do - come on! But...

Come on!

It can... It can wait five minutes...

You haven't undone any of those boxes...

# There's a hole in my heart

# That won't...

BOTH: # ..heal

# I just can't explain the way I feel. #