All language subtitles for Father Brown S13E02 The Hole in My Heart.en

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. #