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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 went and left me all alone

I wish that you would come back home

And fix this egg and 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 egg and hole in my heart

I'll meet you in my hotel then

Maybe bring a friend for my little brother

I'm alright, Pan

Oh, come on, Jackie

You're in America, six months touring back here

And you're not cut loose once

And then you're rock and roll stars

You're not stars

Not yet, anyway

I think 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

We get this right, boys

And the Hart Brothers will be Britain's answer to Bill or Hayley and his comments

So where's the show?

The Flamingo in Soho?

Sunset Club, Carnaby Street

Better than that

We are going to Kembleford

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

The Flamingo in Soho

Careful, Edgar, you'll hurt yourself.

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.

Ah.

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.

That looks lovely.

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

Oh.

Must have been mislabeled.

Oh, look.

It's all my keepsakes.

Oh, Eddie's first curl.

His mothering Sunday cords.

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?

What?

Is this that?

Hello, make way, ladies, please.

Make way, that's it.

Come and screw you.

It isn't.

It's the Hart brothers.

Get a photo of us, OK?

I'm 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 Presbyterian Gramophone listening to their records.

You doing this?

You doing this?

Lovely.

All right, all right.

No, 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 your tickets.

All right?

Mrs Divine, I thought that was you.

Oh!

I just can't 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 were in excellent travel, as I recall.

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

but I still try and make maps 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, 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.

Hi.

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 Kenleford, Mr Brooks?

Oh, just a couple of days.

We've taken rooms here.

We're on a concert tomorrow for Record Company Big Wigs.

We're hoping to get signed.

How exciting.

Is that my stuff?

She's just trying to help John.

This is Betty.

Er, Jacobson.

She joined our team last week.

But can't get it into red that nobody touches my kit, except me.

Sorry, Johnny.

She is our, er, 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.

Well, we can talk about it after the concert.

Concert?

You 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 boss, 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 of such importance.

You know, 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 he 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 him.

I've seen the state of their tour bus.

And Betty's going to be capturing the heartwarming homecoming for our publicity.

Which is great, but we don't actually have any family left in Campbellford.

So what will she be taking pictures of?

Tell me, do you have any plans for 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 they'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, no more Pachnos, though.

Right, all my songs in this.

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

Have I 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.

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.

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

Sorry, Sullivan.

Oh, hello.

Have you decided your favourite heart brother's song then, Brenda?

Jack, can we do your guitar solo, please?

What is wrong with me?

Oh, don't worry.

It happens more often than you think.

Since I came yesterday, he and Neddy 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 somewhere, Father.

Oh, Johnny, finally.

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

You're meant to be on your best bet.

Whatever, I have to speak to you.

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.

Definitely, Jackie.

You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.

Remember that?

Oh, really?

Oi!

What's gotten into you two?

Nothing.

You ready?

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

Who's up, who?

John!

What is it, Father?

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?

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 arm.

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 DECA, the press, the fans...

I need to...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Is it true?

John's dead.

West Jackie.

Sorry, madam, I appreciate your upset, but right now the family need a little bit of privacy.

Mom?

For the shock.

Oh, 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 reconnect with them.

Yeah, make sure you get this.

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

Well, this is a 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?

John 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 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's 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.

And...

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.

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.

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 and birth yesterday.

Hmm.

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 was fine.

Can we, er, go again?

Take it from the top.

Yeah.

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 is yours and Johnny's dream, remember?

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

Even when you're 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.

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 bunkers 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.

Bet you were furious.

You're not suggesting that I...

Hey.

Yes, Johnny threatened to jump a ship.

But he was just posturing.

He was never actually going to leave.

Got him out 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 sawed it out.

I paid off the landlady and I fixed everything up.

Everything I do, I do to help those boys.

And then 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.

Now, there's this.

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

Don't make it something of a tribute.

Nope.

All unusable.

I need to talk to Miss Jacobson.

I might stay with Jack.

Look, 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, I was hooked.

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 Blonkett?

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, um...

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.

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.

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.

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?

My heart that won't heal.

I just can't explain the way.

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 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.

I should get back.

Howie will be tearing his hair out.

Come on.

Let's go.

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?

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.

Who would bet it is stuck down there

when we get to watch it from here?

I heard they'd turn 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 for 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?

Jack?

Mr Hart.

He'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.

Leave us down!

Leave us down!

I'm going to have to get restless, sir.

I'm going to have to tear that man eye.

All right, sir.

Tell the man 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 friend.

The stage is yours, Mr Hart.

Actually, it's Blonkit.

Howie might have stopped me from using my real name,

but things are going to change.

All right, well, we can discuss it later.

Come on, let's get you on.

Come on, let's get you on.

Come on, let's get you on.

Father,

I spoke to the station in Salford like you asked.

I asked if there were any instance of note

the night the Hart brothers played.

And?

A young man suffered a fatal head injury

outside the venue.

Was he to me sold?

No, no, it was an accident.

Apparently, he just got engaged.

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 son.

What was his name?

Jeremy.

Jeremy Burke, father.

He was an apprentice

at an electrician's firm in Manchester.

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 fiancé.

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

These 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.

They 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

saw him drunk on 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.

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.

I 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

that got out of hand,

that's all.

We were due to be married!

And you shouldn't be

making eyes at me then?

How dare you!

I'm going to tell the police!

Tell them what?

See, according to the police,

your precious little fiancée

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 the knowledge

gained from your fiancée,

the electrician.

To lose your fiancée

so tragically

and to discover

that the truth

was 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 need

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 how he 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 want

to rock and roll

I'm a rock and roll boy

And I only want

to rock and roll

I'm a rock and roll boy

And I only want

to rock and roll

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.

I think they want

one last song.

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.

You want one more song?

I'd like to invite

a very special guest

out to sing it with me.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

I'll take your back.

This is my mum, everyone.

I had a home

in my heart

but now it's here

I just can't explain

the way I feel

I was sad and all alone

but now that you've come

come on back home

you're basically sinking on

in my heart

since you

No.

You keep that, miss.

I had nothing else

Right.

Now that you've come

back to me

I feel like

I could fly

I have a home

in my heart

but now it's here

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're next

is taking home

in my heart

Thank you, darling.

It 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

Deck of 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 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, she 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

Wait

Wait

Wait five minutes

There's a hole

in my heart

that won't

heal

I just

can't explain

the way I feel

I can't

I can't