The next morning Pond and Oswald were sent to Jack Marshall's store to check up on him. Paparazzi from the press were hounding him all morning and an officer had to be placed at the front of the store to keep people away. It was a little place by the pier that sold little beach picnic supplies, magazines, snacks and the like. The moment Pond and Oswald walked in, Jack began to yell at them.

"How is this allowed to happen?! I need police protection, I'm under siege!" The old man pointed angrily at the store window flashing with camera's trying to sneak a peek at Broadchurch Jack, as he was now being referred to by the news. D.I. Pond walked over and closed the blinds to the windows.

"Just stay inside for now." Pond sighed. "I'm sure this will blow over soon enough. But I know there's something about your conviction that you're holding back from us." She crossed her arms defiantly.

"I was a music teacher, she was a pupil." Jack explained. "It was a mutual attraction."

"So who called the police?" Pond asked.

"Her father." Jack sighed. "She was 15 and 11 months, another 4 weeks and nothing would have been amiss."

Clara looked at the old man and saw genuine heartbreak in his eyes. "Did you have contact with the girl after you were released from prison?" She asked.

"I married her the week after my release, she was 17 and I was 40." Jack's hands were shaking as he spoke. Telling the tale was obviously difficult for him.

"Where is she now then?" Pond wondered.

"We had a son.." Jack's voice cracked. "He died in a car accident when he was six, the grief tore us apart." Jack was now fighting to hold back tears. "They're saying on the news that I liked to hug the boys from the Sea Brigade because I'm a peadophile. That's not it, I just miss my boy. I miss hugging him, I miss him everyday."

Pond's demeanor became softer as she slowly began to empathize with Jack. "You should have told us the whole story when we first asked." She whispered. But she knew she'd come on so strong at the interrogation before that it made sense for him to close up. Besides, it was something so dreadful that it was difficult for him to put into words. She looked out at the window and she could still hear journalists and photographers clamoring. "You could sue The Harold for defamation but it would be difficult." She gave the only piece of help she could think of. She had a hard time with consoling people.

"We've got an officer outside the store for you but you should probably close up shop today and go home." Oswald sweetly offered to give him a personal police escort back to his home while Pond headed back to the station. Once there, Pond ran into Paul Coates at the front door waiting for her again.

"What are you doing to protect Jack Marshall." He sounded concerned but slightly irritated.

"How is what I'm doing any of your concern?" Pond was growing a bit impatient with him always sticking his big nose in the case and in her business.

"He's one of my parishioners and he called me for help. There was a mob at his storefront, he was terrified." Paul explained.

"We were just there. Oswald's escorting Jack back to his home, he'll be fine." Pond walked past him but he took her arm with his hand.

"That's not good enough." Paul let go of her arm after realizing it might have been too bold of a move. "He found his car windows smashed in this morning. People in this town are already turning against him and they obviously know where he lives. An innocent man is being terrorized in his own home and you're doing nothing about it."

Pond glared at him. How dare he tell her how her job should be done. "You're so certain he's innocent?" She scoffed.

"You're so certain he's not?" Paul replied, his eyes filled with disappointment at Pond's indifferent attitude.

"Your concern has been noted, Vicar." She responded in a cold and uninterested manner as she flipped her hair and walked briskly back into the police station. Paul was left dumbfounded by her harshness towards him. After her breakdown the previous night, he expected her to be more open with him. Instead, she was as closed off as ever.

Mark Latimer called the station wanting to know the truth about Jack. In turn, Jack gave Pond permission to tell Mark the story of his late ex-wife and son. Mark came to Jack's home personally to speak to him. Fighting back tears, Mark warned him. "I think you're going to need to get out of here, Jack. It's not safe."

"This is my home, Mark. We're the same, you and I. No parent should outlive their child." Jack looked over Mark's shoulder to see a gang of men were walking towards his home.

"I've been hearing people talking and there's people in this town who've made up their minds to hunt you down." Mark spoke through his tears as best he could. He'd told the men yelling outside Jack's home to clear out and leave the old man alone. "I'm sorry, Jack." Mark sighed. "But if I were you, I'd get as far away from here as possible." Mark turned around at the men coming up Jack's driveway. "Leave now!" He yelled. They did as he said out of respect for Mark. They figured he was giving Jack what for himself, they had no idea about Jack's real past.

The next morning the detectives awake to a bit of strange news. The boat that had been burned a few days back with Danny's DNA on it, it belonged to Clara's nephew, Ollie. The same young man who had given them the news about Jack's previous conviction. "If you decide to make the news about the boat public, can I have the story?" He was eager to get himself in the papers. He saw it only as a pursuit of his ambitions but Pond saw it as intrusive. He was far too excited about covering the details of the case and although there was no real evidence, she was willing to bet Ollie was behind the leaked info on Jack's past arrest.

"I just have one more question. Besides you and the rest of the Oswalds, who knew where your boat was kept?" Pond asked Ollie.

He replied with a shrug. "I rented it out all the time so most everyone in town has had a go on it. Last time I used it was about 3 months back with Joe, Tom and Danny. It was a great day, I got loads of fun pictures of us. It was the last time I spent any time with him." He then went off a list of people he remembered having borrowed the boat. Jack's name never came up but Paul Coates' did.