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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.