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

I just can't explain the way I feel.

You better let me all alone.

I wish that you would come back home and fix this second hole in my heart.

I think I'm gonna

Maybe bring us drinks, my little brother. I'm all right, thanks.

Oh, come on, Jackie.

You're in America, six months touring back here, and you're not cut loose

We're going to be rock and roll stars.

You're not stars.

Not yet, anyway.

You see that audience out there, Howie? They couldn't get enough of us.

We've got a following amongst teenagers, yes, but we're looking for mainstream

fame, Johnny.

Songs in the New Musical Express charts.

Well, we need to be signed to a proper record label for that, though, won'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.

And we get this right, boys, and the Hart brothers will be Britain's answer

Bill Haley and his comments.

So where's the show? The Flamingo in Soho? Sunset Club, Carnaby Street.

Better than that.

We are going to Kembleford.

Careful, Edgar.

You'll hurt yourself.

Please tell me this is the last one.

I think so.

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

Knock, knock.

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.

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

Must have been mislabeled.

Oh, look.

It's all my keepsakes.

Oh, Eddie's first curl.

Mothering Sunday card.

Ah. I understood that Mr Divine was coming home for the weekend to help you

move. Couldn't get away.

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

Oh, well done, Eddie, eh?

Oh, make way, ladies, please. Make way, make way. That's it. It isn't.

It's the Hart brothers.

Get a photo of this, OK? Shall we 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.

He's practically worn the needle out on the first bit of gramophone listening to

their record.

You in it? You in it? Lovely.

All right.

Now, 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 him tickets. All right?

Mrs Devine, I thought that was you.

Oh!

I believe that the Jack Hart is little Jackie 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're in excellent travel, as I recall.

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

make maths whenever I can.

Well, you and your brother are welcome at St Mary's. Oh, Brother's been gone

bothering up me. Sorry, Father. Unless you're blonde and under 25, John won't

interested.

This is Brenda.

She's a huge fan of yours in particular.

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

Howie Brooks, 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 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? Oh, just a couple

You've taken rooms here? Well, I'm in a concert tomorrow for record company big

week. We're having to get signed.

I'm writing.

I've got my stuff.

She's just trying to help John.

This is Betty. Uh, Jacobs. She joined our team last week. Hey, but can't get

into red 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 any ramp?

Told you this one keeps cutting out. Well, we can talk about it after the

concert. Concert?

He dragged us back to this dump to play in a barn.

People think we're a joke.

Excuse me.

Hey, hey, Johnny.

Let me talk about this. I've got a plan and you've got to trust me.

Like you trusted me in Salford.

Remember?

You're the bot man.

Apologies.

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

Forgive me, Mr Brooks, but Camberford does seem an odd location for a concert

such importance.

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.

And I want to show the country that the Hart brothers are wholesome and

respectable lads.

How we thought 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.

I don't believe in passing the date of their tour bus.

I bet you're going to be capturing the heartwarming 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 for this afternoon?

No, my grandfather died when I was 15. Since then, it's just been me and

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

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, put

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 approaching us, though.

I write all my songs in this.

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

I've got 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.

Father?

Oh, great, mate. Hold it there.

There, that's it.

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

Small price to pay for Miss Palmer's evident glee.

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

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

So glad you could make it, father.

This is divine.

Sorry, Sullivan.

Hello.

Have you decided your favourite harp or the song then, Brenda?

Jack, can we do your guitar solo, please?

What is wrong with me?

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

Since I came 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?

Usually a chemist and a werefather.

Oh, Johnny, finally.

Hey, please tell me there were no girls last night. You're meant to be on your

best value. Whatever, I have to speak to you. It's important.

And you will 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. Yeah, full jockey.

You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me, remember that?

Not really.

Oi! What's gotten into you two? Nothing.

You ready?

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

There's a whole... John!

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 managers

just agreed it was faulty equipment.

Yes, but Mr. Hart was a young man who seemed to thrive on competitive

relationships. What if it wasn't an accident?

Thank you.

Kindly join the others and let us do our job.

Good fellow. 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 app. Now look, this is all your fault.

I just thought it was Johnny moaning.

As usual, I never imagined... Poor

boy.

How am I going to explain this to everyone?

The men from Decker, the press, the fans.

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

Is it true?

John's dead.

Where's Jackie? Sorry, madam, I appreciate you're upset, but right now

family need a little bit of privacy.

Mum?

What a shock.

Sorry,

Mrs Blunkie, I'm confused.

The boy 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 reconnect with them.

Here, make sure you get this.

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

Well, it 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. 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 to 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'm 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 into the alcove to recuperate and I eventually found work at the 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 thought I'd lost them

for good.

Then you found out they were returning to Kembleford.

It's like I had a second chance.

But Tony didn't want to know. He thought I was only there to use him to get help

for my own singing career.

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... To try again.

But now John's... And

Jackie... 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.

Meredith Blunkett, I will do everything I can to discover what really happened

to your son.

I don't believe this.

You've been seen, 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

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.

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

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 him birth yesterday.

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.

Sorry, Howie. It's fine.

Go again, take it from the top.

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

I'm just... I don't know if I can do this.

My head's all over the place.

Jack, I get it.

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

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

Even when you've given up on that.

Not when you're so close.

I guess so.

Follow me and try to keep up.

A one, two, three, four.

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 out 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 Blunkies when

them. And I took them under my wing.

And I gave him a new image, and I gave him a new name. I even took him 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.

Bet you were furious.

You're not suggesting that I... Yes,

Johnny threatened to jump ship, but he 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 want to enlarge some of Betty's photos of Johnny for the concert.

They'll make it something of a tribute.

Nope. They're all unusable.

I need to talk to Miss Jacobson.

I might stay with Jack.

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

I could stay too, Mrs S.

Actually, Miss Palmer, I need your assistance.

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 prefer Johnny.

From the moment I saw him play, we've hooked.

Followed them all over the country.

Then one day I overheard Howie talking about advertising for some help.

Someone who could take pictures.

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.

You notice anything unusual yesterday?

When I came up 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 put something to the police, but I didn't want to get

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 tear 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.

He'll never be interested in a mouth like me.

How did that make you feel?

Worthless.

Ugly. He was upset.

I knew eventually Johnny would realise I was the only woman for him.

We just... We just ran out of time.

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' record.

I always loved your lamb casserole, Mrs Sullivan.

Harry again for all the mess.

I just appreciate a home cooked meal. We don't get many of those on the road.

Harry 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?

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

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

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 this 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.

Actually, get back. Howie will be tearing his hair out.

Come on.

Let's go.

I can't

believe you suspect Jack.

The tall 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

would allow him to retain the amenable brother.

Could I just have everyone's attention, please?

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

on both the guitar and the 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.

Who are Betty 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 there'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 to his mother, isn't it?

I think I know where he is.

So this is where the Hart brothers grew up. Their grandfather's old farm.

Jack?

Jack?

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.

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 are 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.

We want that!

We want that!

We want that! I'm going to get you restless, sir.

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

Tell the man to get ready for trouble, Sergeant.

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

No, it won't.

Jack! Your bag.

I just needed a moment and a pep talk from my friend.

And the baby's yours, Mr Hart.

Actually, it's Blunket.

How he might have stopped me from using my real name, but things are going to

change. We can discuss it later. Come on, let's get you on.

Thank you.

Be my baby.

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

any incidents of note 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 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 curb.

God rest his soul.

What was his name?

Jeremy... Jeremy Burke, Father. He was an apprentice at an electrician's firm

Manchester.

Father Brown!

And I thought I was their biggest fan.

Your bracelet.

J .B. doesn't stand for Johnny Blunkett, does he?

He stands for Jeremy Burke, your late fiancée.

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 even bought him some new suede shoes.

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.

I saw him drunk in the 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.

Felt terrible.

She's still too scared to come forward with the truth.

So you took matters into your own hands.

I despised 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 just a fight at the heart of Anne, that's all. We were due to be

And you shouldn't have been making eyes at me then. How dare you?

I'm going to tell the police. Tell them that.

See, according to the police, your precious little fiancé was nothing but a

who couldn't handle his booze.

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

He said his aunt was faulty.

So I made sure it definitely was.

With the knowledge gained from your fiancé, the electrician.

To lose your fiancé so tragically and to discover that the truth has covered up,

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

And 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 might have looked like an

accident.

You have the power to favor.

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.

Father Brown missed the whole thing.

Thanks, Brenda.

Where's Howie?

Oh, he's with the A &R men. I believe it's called schmoozing.

I think they want one also.

So do I.

Oh, Mum.

I'm sorry, I never got your letter.

Father Brown told me. It's all right.

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

you're here now.

They waited for you.

Then I'll give them an encore to remember.

You want one more song?

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

Go on.

My mom had me on.

I had a home in my

heart but now it's here.

I just can't explain

But now that you've come on back home, your face stays

taken on in my heart.

No,

you keep that myth.

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.

It was a wonderful service, thank you, Father.

It is a pleasure to have such accomplished singers in the

In addition to Mrs Sullivan, of course.

Is it true Decker Records wants to sign you? Yeah, but I've told them I need a

bit of time off before I start recording my LP.

Jackie's taking me to America for a holiday.

We're going to stay with my friend Elvis.

Howie had a 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

Really? Yeah.

But the house isn't ready.

We've got so much work to do. Come on.

Wait. Wait five minutes.

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

I just can't explain the way I feel.