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[woman] Come on Sean, hurry up.

[Sean] Merry-go-round.

[woman] Yeah.
How about this one?

She's awfully pretty.

No, I want a boy.

A boy, okay.
Hey, what do you know,
this one's a boy.

- Do you wanna get on him?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

All right. [grunts with effort]

I wanna ride by myself.

[laughs] Oh, I don't know.

- But I want to--
- You know, they're really
all right by themselves.

I've always stayed with him.

Well, how old is your son?

He turned four last month.

- Oh, he'll be fine.
- Giddyup, giddyup!

Oh...

All right, well, hang on tight.

[carousel music plays]

On the way! [laughs]

She's already had
12 stitches this year.

Oh, no, not from
the merry-go-round.

- We took her skiing.
- Really?

Yeah.

Hold on, Sean.

- Both hands.
- [woman] Hooray!

Oh, look, he's having a ball.

Well, I guess I had to let him
ride alone some time.

Right?

- [woman] Hi!
- Oh, no.

[lively carousel music plays]

Oh, my camera.

[sighs]

Did you see Sean go by?

I thought I did.

Sean?

Sean?

Sean?

[music turns ominous]

Did you see him?
Did you see my son?

He's not on the other side?

Sean?

Sean!

[tense music plays]

[*]

[opening theme music plays]

- [phone ringing]
- [man] Homicide.

Good morning, all.

Oh, nice bouquet.

Oh, who sent you the flowers?

My mother.
She misses me.

Mothers send houseplants.
A fern, tulips, maybe.
Not roses.

Well, look, whoever they're
from, they're not going
on my desk.

- [Ballard] Our desk.
- Our desk is not big enough
for the both of us.

- Oh, but it is.
- What's the problem?

- [Pembleton] Nothing.
- Good.

Ballard, take the desk
across from Gharty.

I'm tired of you and Pembleton
wrestling for the phone.

Hey Gee, maybe you should
reassign Stivers, too.

Lewis is gonna want his desk
when he comes back.

Thanks for caring, Mike.

Last I heard, Lewis is still
on suspension.

Stivers stays where she is.

Homicide, Falsone.

Okay.

Gee, we got a missing kid
over at the Inner Harbor.

Uniforms searched the area,
there's no sign of him.

Possible kidnapping.
Everybody goes.

[tense music plays]

You didn't see anyone
take your son off
the merry-go-round?

No, he was on the other side,
I couldn't see anything.

[sighs]

It's all my fault, I shouldn't
have let him ride alone.

He's only four years old.

- You'll find him, right?
- Yeah, we'll find him.

You're from Homicide?
But the boy's missing,

he's not dead.

Baltimore Homicide Unit
investigates all child
abductions.

[Bayliss] Did you see someone
take Sean Marshall?

[woman] No, I didn't.

He was there one minute,

and then the next,
it was like...

like he vanished.

Hmm.

I'm the one who told her
it would be okay

to let her child ride alone.

I thought he would be okay.

You know, my daughter does it
all the time.

Hey, uh, Marie.

Do you remember that boy
that was riding with you?

Hmm?

Could a four-year-old get off
one of these by himself?

Not unless he fell off.

- And he didn't fall.
- How do you know?

If he fell,
I would've seen him fall.

Okay, that means
that someone took him.

Did you see who that was?

Look, I have a couple
hundred rugrats

riding this thing every day,

I can't watch every single
one of 'em.

That's what their parents
are for.

A little boy, brown hair,
blue jacket, do you remember?

My horse was purple.

[Munch] This little boy
was on a red horse.

Did you see anybody take him off
the red horse?

Purple's my favorite color.

We're gonna need a list
of everyone that spends time
with your son.

Caretakers, people like that.

He's at nursery school,
half days.

At Three Bears Daycare Center
in the afternoons.

[Stivers] Any babysitters?

Yes, a couple of girls
from my neighborhood.

They watch him on the weekend.

What about your ex-husband?

He's on a business trip.

Atlanta, I think.

- And you have sole custody?
- Yes.

David sees him
every other weekend.

Detective Falsone.

Did you find him?

We searched the Inner Harbor
pavilion,

the surrounding streets.

If you wanna extend the canvass
outside this neighborhood,

we're gonna need more manpower.

[sighs] You call who
you have to. Keep looking.

[Falsone] Sean is four years
old, brown hair, brown eyes.

At the time he was reported
missing,

he was wearing a blue
fleece jacket,

red t-shirt, jeans,
and white sneakers.

He was last seen
on the merry-go-round

at the Science Center
at 11 o'clock this morning.

Okay, we interviewed everybody
at the scene,

and no one saw anything.

Right, they were all too busy
watching their own kids.

And the mother, Amy Marshall,

works as a dental technician,

and the father, David Marshall,
works at a contracting firm

called, Gilbert Soames.

They're divorced, and Sean's
their only child.

What's the father say?

David Marshall appears to be
out of town on a business trip,

we can't get a hold of him.

The father only has partial
custody and he can't be reached?

Sounds like our first suspect.

Now, I haven't ruled out
the father,

but until I can talk to the man,
I don't wanna narrow the field.

We have a tap
on Marshall's phone.

Uniforms are handing out fliers
with Sean's photo.

And we have a hotline set up
with calls coming

directly into the squad room.

We have a list
of Sean's babysitters,

nursery school,
and daycare workers.

All right,
Bayliss and Pembleton,
take the daycare center nursery.

Ballard and Gharty,
talk to the babysitters.

Munch, Kellerman, Bonaventura,
and Shabazz,

canvass the Marshall's
neighborhood.

We're looking for anyone
who might have an unusual
attachment to Sean.

And we also need to know if
the Marshalls had any enemies.

Boyfriends, girlfriends
out for revenge, disputes.

Johnson, Stepapolous,

check any recently released
sex offenders in the area.

Now, let's move,
and let's move quickly.

Our chances of recovering
the boy decreases

every hour that he's missing.

I'll talk to Public Information,

we're gonna need all the press
coverage we can get.

Falsone, line one.

Detective Falsone.

Okay, thanks.

That was David Marshall's
office.

You know that business meeting
he was supposed to be at?

- He never showed up.
- Talk to the mother.

Maybe she hasn't told us
the whole story on this.

[tense music plays]

Tell me you found him.

[Falsone] We need to talk to you
about your ex-husband,
Mrs. Marshall.

When was the last time
you saw David?

Last weekend,

we took Sean
to the Science Center.

Every once in a while,
we try deluding ourselves.

Deluding yourselves how?

That we can get along,
at least as parents.

That we can spend one day
together with our son.

Every time we try,
we end up arguing.

I guess there's a reason
why we got divorced.

Did you and your husband
have any custody disagreements

after the divorce?

Uh, no.

David never expressed any
interest in seeing his son

more than every other weekend?

Well, uh...

yeah, last summer he asked
to take Sean

to his mother's for two weeks,
on vacation.

And?

I said no, and he dropped it.

I-- I don't think
it was his idea,

I think his mother
put him up to it.

We're gonna need a list
of your husband's family,

friends, um,
anybody he might trust.

Okay.

Uh...

If he's with his father,
at least he's safe.

[David] Hey. Hey! I just wanted
to see my wife.

- David! Where's Sean?
- [David] It's okay.

- [Amy] David, where's Sean?
- What are you talking about?

Where's Sean, do you have him?
Tell me you have him.

- Why would I have Sean?
- Your son's missing.

- What?
Why weren't you watching him?
- We went to the merry-go-round.

I was watching him,
I just looked down for a second
to get my camera,

so I could take
a picture of him.

Well, you let him out
of your sight, Amy,
that's not watching him.

[Falsone] Let's go outside,
okay, Mr. Marshall?

[David] Detective,
what happened to my son?

- Let's go outside, Mr. Marshall.
- Amy!

[David] Amy, what happened
to Sean?

[door slams]

If he doesn't have him,
who does?

Aren't you supposed to be
in Atlanta right now?

Yeah, my car broke down
on the way to the airport.

I caught a cab,
but I missed my flight.

So I checked in with my office,
they said Amy was calling, hysterical.

When was the last time
you saw your son?

Last weekend.

What, do you think I have him?

Do you?

Look, you can call the garage
where they towed my car
if you don't believe me.

I didn't kidnap my son.
I love him.

[Falsone] Sometimes,
that's the problem.

Listen.

I would never do that
to Amy, all right?

Or to Sean.

It's hard enough for him
as it is.

And she's...

I didn't take him.

We're gonna need the number
to that garage.

Fine.

[dramatic music plays]

[office din]

[Giardello] So?

It's not the ex-husband, Gee,
his alibi checks out.

Al? We're good to go live
at five and six o'clock

on the local news broadcasts
with the Sean Marshall
disappearance.

Falsone, Stivers,
you know Susan Cross.

Yeah.

Public Information.
How you doing?

All right, Lieutenant, I need
an update on Sean Marshall.
Give me something to go on here.

We've got every detective
in the western district
working on this case.

And you have no suspects yet?

Uh, so far, no.

And you're the primary
on this case?

[Falsone] Yes, sir.

Well, I need to make
a statement to the press,

put some kind of spin on this.

Once the Marshalls
go on the air,

we're gonna be besieged
with phone calls from
terrified parents.

I don't know what to tell you.

I mean, so far there's been
no demand for ransom.

Given Sean's age,
and the circumstances
of his disappearance--

It's possible he was snatched
by someone who wanted
their own child,

most likely a woman.

Which means he's in
no immediate danger,

- or...
- Or what?

He was taken by a pedophile.

A sex offender.

In which case, we have 24 hours
to find Sean Marshall.

After that, we won't be looking
for a missing child,

we'll be looking for a body.

[sighs]

19, that's including Sean.

Did you ever notice anyone
unusual hanging around the kids?

In the playground,
after school?

No one. No.

Don't take this the wrong way,
Ms. Brokaw,

but with so many boys and girls
under your care,

if someone suspicious did come
around, would you have noticed?

Yeah, that's what I get paid
for, to watch these kids.

- [fighting grunts]
- [Bayliss] Right.

Um, is that-- is that gonna be
a problem right there?

- Oh, excuse me.
- [Bayliss] Sure.

Okay, okay, that's enough.
That's enough.

Now, what's this all about?

Do you like babysitting?

Beats working at Caldor.

But it depends on the kid,
I guess.

Some are brattier than others.

- What about Sean?
- Sean was easy.

Most kids his age
would scream like crazy
when their moms leave.

He never did.

Do you think that Sean
was the kind of kid

that would walk away
with a stranger?

I think he'd know better.

All right, Caitlyn.

Thank you.

I hope you find him.

[child] Get the ball! [crying]

[Munch] Did Mrs. Marshall
have any boyfriends?

Not that I know,

the only man I see coming around
the house is the ex-husband.

Sean's father, David.

Yeah, yeah.

[sighs]

You think the kid is dead?

[Munch] We have no reason
to believe that, Mr. Resnick.

You see these faces,
on the posters, in the paper,

every time I toss out
a milk carton,

I wonder if that kid
made it back alive.

I almost never wear makeup.

Powder stops your face
from shining under the lights.

I just want Sean to be able
to recognize me.

You're his mother,
he'll recognize you.

I spoke to the news director,
we're ready to go.

Mr. Marshall talks
to the public, to the abductor.

Mrs. Marshall, you speak
directly to your son.

[Susan] We're up after
the next break.

[Falsone] Thanks. Thank you.

[news announcer] Live,
local, late-breaking.

11 News at Six continues.

[anchor] Baltimore Police
are asking for help tonight,

in their search for a missing
child, Sean Marshall.

Here are Sean's parents,
Amy and David Marshall,

with a personal plea
to their son's abductor.

We just wanna say
to whoever has Sean,

whoever you are,

we're willing to cooperate.

Whatever you want us to do,
we'll do it.

We just want our son back.

Alive.

Sean, you're my big boy,
so...

be smart, and be strong.

And don't be afraid,
Mommy loves you.

Uh...

Um, we're going to find you,
and bring you home,

safe and warm, soon.

Mommy and Daddy
are looking for you.

And we're gonna find you.

So whoever has Sean,
please don't hurt my baby.

He's just a little boy.

And he needs his Mommy,
so please bring him home.

Mommy knows you're fine.

But I just miss you, and I just
want you to come home.

You're tearing yourself up.
You're tearing yourself up.

You did great.
You did great.

[Amy sobs]

[David] So, what do we do now,
Detective?

Well, you should go home.

Whoever has Sean may try
to contact you.

[Stivers] Falsone.

Johnson and Stepapolous
picked up a paroled pedophile,

name of Alan Rami.

He was convicted six years ago,

for assault
on a four-year-old boy.

He just moved into a house
two blocks from the Marshalls'.

Okay, let's go.

Sean Marshall lives a couple
of blocks away from you,
you ever seen him?

Could be I've seen him.

Where?

I don't know, around.

[Falsone] Around where?

Playing in the street?
The playground?

'Cause there's a playground
a block from there, isn't there?

- Yeah.
- You ever been there?

[Falsone] It's okay if you have.

I've been there
a couple of times.

[Stivers] To watch the kids?

[Alan] It's not against the law.

[Falsone sighs] Hey.

You ever see Sean
at that playground?

Take a good look.

He likes the swings.

He always laughs on the swings.

So sweet.

So you know him, huh?

That doesn't mean I touched him.

I'm on medication,
and I'm cured now.

Oh, you're cured.

Well, what about
the pictures, Rami?

The detectives that picked
you up,

they said your walls
were covered

with pictures of little boys.

Are we gonna have to call
your parole officer?

I haven't done anything wrong.

Where were you this
morning at 11?

I told you, I was home.

Alone.

Where's Sean Marshall?

I don't know.

You know where she's going?

She's gonna call
your parole officer.

There's gonna be uniforms
in front of your house.

You're not gonna be allowed back
at that playground.

You're not gonna be able
to watch kids anymore.

We're gonna be watching you
every second of every day,

until we find Sean Marshall.

[reverberating slam]

[sighs heavily]

Rami left his parole officer
at ten this morning.

So he could've been
at the Science Center,

he doesn't have an alibi.

That's not enough to arrest him.

So what do we do?
We just set this guy free?

You send him back
to the playground?

We don't have a choice, Falsone.

We can't hold him.

Where you going?

There's something I have to do.

Yeah, Daniel's going
to daycare tomorrow,

like he does every day.

- You can't take off from work?
- No.

I can't. Can you?

So, take him to your sister's.

My sister works, Paul.

She's got a job, you know that.

Anyway, I think
you're overreacting.

And Daniel loves daycare.

I'm sure it's safe there.

- Safe?
- Yeah.

Amy Marshall was ten feet--

She was ten feet away from
her kid when he disappeared.

Some nutcase is snatching boys
in broad daylight.

My son is not going to school.

If you can't stay home,
and you can't find
someone to watch him,

I'll take him with me.

[sighs] I'll call Mrs. Zidlechek
next door,

maybe she can come over
tomorrow.

[Falsone sighs]

That's all I wanted.

[office din]

[Giardello] You're telling me
we're no closer

to finding Sean Marshall
than we were seven hours ago?

We're running down
every lead, Gee,

we just need a break.

What about the tip line?

Cranks and cons, nothing legit.

Kellerman?

We interviewed everyone
in Sean Marshall's neighborhood.

None of them had
any clue who would
do something like this.

Maybe Sean left on his own.

Have you thought about that?
Kids run away all the time.

Not at that age, they don't.

- Who are you?
- Jeff Andrews.

The Jeff Andrews?
Host of This Week's Wanted?

[Jeff] You've seen the show?

I have,
I'm Lieutenant Giardello.

How can I help you, Mr. Andrews?

Well, I was hoping I could
help you, Lieutenant.

We were in DC taping a segment,

I saw the Sean Marshall
disappearance on the local news.

I'd like to air the story.

I don't think that's such
a great idea, we're working
a case here.

We won't step on your operation,
Detective.

Look, we don't have time
to produce a TV show,

let alone one that exploits
the misery of victims.

How many missing children
has your show helped to find,
Mr. Andrews?

We've been on the air
eight years,

in that time we've contributed
to the rescue of 312 children.

Ten million people watch
the show every week.

Oh, okay, so the cuter the kid,
the higher the ratings.

Is that how it works?

We could use
the extra publicity.

You're not gonna go for this,
Gee, are you?

At this stage in the game,
I'd take help from the woman
on Profiler.

How quickly can you air
the story?

As soon as tomorrow night.

Channel 11 called, they just got
a message from a man

who claims to have Sean.

He's gonna be contacting
Amy Marshall in one hour

with his ransom demands.

Falsone and Stivers, get over
to the house.

Listen, Lieutenant, I'd like
to follow them with my crew.

Oh, you're welcome to go,
but don't get in
my detectives' way.

Interfere with their
investigation,

and you'll find yourself
broadcasting your show

from central lockup.

[tense music plays]

The operator at Channel 11

said the man who called
talked about Sean's eyes.

He said he had beautiful eyes.

If he's calling with a ransom
demand, he wants the money.

He won't hurt your son.

What if he wants more
than we have?

What if he wants
a million dollars?

Don't worry about that,
we'll work something out.

What if he won't listen?

What if he's crazy?

The whole thing is crazy.

I'm sorry. I need some air.

[reporters all shouting at once]

You okay?

Yeah.

I just don't understand this.

I mean, I don't get it.

I mean, I make a decent living.

You know, but between
child support payments,

and taxes, and living expenses,

You know how much money
I have in the bank?

$650, and some change.

It's pathetic, isn't it?

It's about what I got,
come to think of it.

I mean, why would somebody
kidnap my son?

I don't look rich, do I?

No.

I've never done anything
to hurt another human being
in my whole life.

I don't think it works that way.

It should.

[reporters all shouting at once]

Well, I haven't had
apple juice in years.

You married, Detective?

- No, I'm not.
- [Amy] Do you have children?

No.

That's why you haven't had
apple juice.

You only drink apple juice
when you have kids.

[phone rings]

[Stivers] Hold it, wait.

[running footsteps]

Okay, pick it up.

Hello?

[police radio chatter]

[tense music plays]

[spectators murmuring]

[reporters all talking at once]

[*]

[police radio chatter]

The suspect has identified
himself as Simon Harper.

- Does he have the boy?
- He won't say.

Well, maybe because he sees the
guns aimed at his front door.

Why don't you lower the weapons?

It's your call, Jasper.

But just think of the child.

25-01. All units.

Lower your weapons.

Mr. Harper,
we've lowered our weapons.

No one is going to hurt you.

Come out now, with the boy.

[reporters shouting]

[woman] Something's happening!

I'm Simon Harper.

[dramatic music plays]

[reporters and spectators
all talking at once]

[Bayliss] All right, let's go!

[officer] I've got you,
go, go! Check for him!

Get down.

[police radio chatter]

[*]

- [Falsone] Anything?
- No.

He's not in here.

Where's Sean Marshall?

How the hell would I know?

- Ah!
- Where is he?

I just wanted to get
on television!

[officer] Get him outta here.

[tense music plays]

[crashing thud]

Hey, good morning.

[blowing air]

- We've been up all night.
- [Bayliss] It's still morning.

Hmm. Still no closer to finding
this Sean Marshall,

or so The Sun informs us.

[Bayliss] Yeah.

You know, in some ways...

I'd rather be working
on a murder.

The pain has ended.

No one's sitting around
thinking about this boy
being tortured,

abused, whether he's frightened,
and crying.

Almost better to know
that he's at peace.

That's one way of looking at it.

I guess when I have my own
children, I'll feel differently.

You want to have children?

Yeah, yeah, I wanna be a father.

You know, I wanna be
a grandfather.

Of course, I've gotta have
a kid soon,

or else I won't live long enough
to see my own grandkids.

Does this mean you want
to get married?

To a woman?

This means your experimental
phase is over?

[Giardello]
I wanna see progress!

Everywhere I look I see
Sean's smiling face,

but I don't see the real child.

I need new input, my friends.

I need information.

There's nothing
to tell you, Gee.

Kellerman's at the Marshall's
home,

monitoring the wiretap.

Apart from Simon Harper,

there have been no other calls.

We've contacted every hospital
and morgue in Pennsylvania,

and Virginia, and Maryland.

I don't know what to do,
except start over.

Then start over!

Go back to the school,
go back to the family.

Re-interview everybody
who was at the scene.

Talk to every boy and girl
who's ever ridden the damn
merry-go-round.

The next time I see
Sean Marshall's face,

I want to see him
in his mother's arms.

[Kellerman] You remember talking
to us, Amber?

We asked you about
this little boy.

At the merry-go-round.

That's right, his name was Sean,
and he was riding next to you

on the merry-go-round.

I sat on the purple horse.

What kind of horse did Sean
ride, do you remember?

The red pony.

Yeah, that's good.

Now, you saw Sean
get on the red pony?

We were going around,
and round.

Did you see Sean with anyone?

Did you see him get off
the merry-go-round?

Yeah.

When did you see Sean
get off the merry-go-round?

When it slowed down.

[Falsone sighs]

So who was with Sean, Amber?

I don't remember.

[Ballard] Do you remember
the last time you saw him?

When the ride stopped
going around,

was Sean still on this horse?

Purple's my favorite color.

Excuse us.

Hey.

I say we give her a snack,

and let her do
some more drawing,

you know, question her again
before we give up.

I forgot, what was her favorite
color again?

Have patience, Falsone.

Have you ever considered
using a hypnotist?

What?

There's a woman in Virginia,
Amelia Owings.

She does a lot of work for
our local police departments.

Occasionally the FBI.

A hypnotist. [scoffs]

Well, that's like--
or how about a fortune teller?

You know, why don't we just
turn this case into a circus?

15 years ago, I worked a case,

serial rapist murder.

We had a surviving victim.

Couldn't remember a thing
about the attack.

The woman's family
brought in a hypnotist.

Under hypnosis, she could
remember enough details

about the killer, that we were
able to catch the man.

Hypnosis can be a powerful tool.

They say kids are especially
open to it.

Call Ms. Owings.

Tell her to get here
as soon as possible.

I want you to imagine
you're on the merry-go-round.

It's spinning around,

the music is playing,

you start to move faster.

What is your name?

Amber Pollock.

[Amelia] How old are you?

Seven.

[Amelia] And where are you?

I'm on the merry-go-round.

[Amelia] Tell me what you see.

Angels' ears.

[carousel music plays,
slowed down and distorted]

[Amelia] Who's Angel?

[Amber] My horse.

Do you see any other children,
Amber?

The girl on the brown dock.

[Falsone] Who else?

The boy on the red pony.

[Falsone] Tell us about the boy,
what do you see?

[Amber] He has a hat on.

Okay, Amber.

The merry-go-round
is slowing down.

It's going slower.

Slower.

Are you looking at the boy?

He's getting into the car.

[Falsone] He's getting into
the car with who?

[Amber] It's a blue car.

[Falsone] Dark blue, light blue?

Dark blue.

It says, "TX."

The license plate?

The license plate says "TX?"

Yes.

What else does it say?
Are there any numbers?

Look carefully, Amber.

It says, "TX."
Then what?

Q.

TXQ..."

Keep going.

[carousel music plays]

[Amber] The car's driving away.

[Amelia] What else does it say,
Amber?

What else does it say?

That may be all she saw.

[Falsone] Come on, Amber.

"TXQ" what?

Bye, bye, Angel.

[Amelia] That's it.

No, she's gotta know more.

If she did,
she would have told us.

[Falsone sighs]

We should stop now.

Can you see who's driving
the car?

[Amelia] I can't force her
to see what she didn't see.

It's time to stop.

Okay, wake her up.

[Amelia] Okay, Amber.

At the count of three,
you can wake up.

One, two, and three.

We've got a total number
of 189 vehicles

with the tag number
starting "TXQ."

That's Baltimore city only?

Include the county,
the number goes up to 404.

In the State of Maryland,
there are a thousand cars

that Sean could've climbed into.

Well, what if the kidnapper's
from Delaware, hmm?

Hell, he could've come here
from Idaho for all we know,

but we've gotta start
some place.

Okay, Ballard and Gharty,
take the first section.

Then Pembleton and Bayliss.
Munch?

I wonder if I let her
hypnotize me, I could
find my sunglasses.

[paper rustles]

Lieutenant, I have
Colonel Barnfather on the line.

He wants an update.

Tell him the update is that
there is no update.

No, never mind,
I'll tell him myself.

Great.

That was my line producer.
We got the go-ahead
from the network.

We're pre-empting what we have,

and airing the show
on Marshall abduction
on tonight's episode.

Bully for you.

The show is national, Detective.

If Sean's been taken
out of state,

one airing is going to reach
a whole lot more people

then your police resources can.

Yeah? What the hell
do you know about police work?

I know you're under a lot
of pressure, Detective.

I'll let you get back to work.

Yeah, you do that.

You know about Andrews, right?

What?

His daughter, Lisa Andrews,

was abducted ten years ago.

She's never been found.

No, I didn't know that.

So, how many tag numbers
are left on the list?

[paper rustles]

I'm out of ink.

[Gharty] Second to last.

Sandy Reynolds,
owns a Ford Escort,

license number, TXQ 766.

Let's go. [sighs]

[knocking gently]

- [Gharty] Ah--
- Nope. No one's home.

- Who's next?
- [Gharty] All right, uh...

Let me see.
Can you read that?

[woman] You're looking
for Sandy?

You just missed her.

Do you know when
she's gonna be home?

No, she's not gonna be back
for a while,

she had a couple suitcases
with her.

I think she's taking her new son
to Montreal to meet her family.

Mrs. Reynolds just had
a new baby?

[woman] Oh, no, she adopted
a son.

Cutest thing.

[Gharty] She adopted a son?
How long ago?

Brought him home yesterday.

Do you recognize this photo?

Yeah, that's him.
That's Matt.

Matthew John Reynolds,
that's what she named him.

[tense music plays]

From what the neighbor told us,
Sandy Reynolds has a mother

and two sisters living
in Montreal.

Neither of them
have heard from her,

but they'll notify
local authorities when,
and if, they do.

In the meantime,
we're coordinating
with the state police

to set up roadblock checkpoints.

We need to cover all means
of public transportation.

Well, I've put in
a call to the airlines
that service Montreal,

so far, she hasn't tried
to purchase a ticket.

BWI security's on the lookout
for both Reynolds and Sean.

All right,
Bayliss and Pembleton,
head out to the airport.

Reynolds shows up,
I want our people waiting.

[Pembleton] Okay.

Mike and I will cover
the bus stations.

And me and Ballard,
we got Penn Station.

Uh, Detective?
I'd like to be there with my
crew when they do find Sean.

Don't you mean,
if they find him?

I've discovered
in this business,

if there's a good reason
to be hopeful, go ahead
and be hopeful.

It doesn't jinx anything.

Well, I don't mind.

- Did you find Sean?
- Is he all right?

We have a witness, a neighbor of
the woman we think has your son.

She saw Sean a few hours ago,
alive and well.

- Oh!
- [sobs]

What woman? Who is she?

Her name is Sandy Reynolds.

Does this mean anything
to either one of you?

- No.
- No, not to me, either.

All right, call me
as soon as you--

I know.

All right.

- [Ballard] Here.
- [Falsone] Thanks.

Any news?

That was Kowalski
with the state police.

No blue Ford Escort,
no Sandy Reynolds, no show.

Let's get out of here.

And go where?

Check the roadblocks ourselves,
I don't know.

I mean, I don't feel like
sitting around waiting
for the phone to ring.

Paul, you're the primary, you're
coordinating the investigation.

I know.

I just...

If it were my kid,
I wouldn't be sitting around.

You know, I--
I'd be out there looking.

I'd be looking until
I found him, you know?

Falsone, Stivers.
Pick up line one.

They found Reynolds.

Falsone.

[tense music plays]

Hey, we got a call from
the owner of the diner.

Recognized the little boy
from the news.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- [officer] Held them both
'til you got here.
- [Falsone] How's the kid?

[officer] The woman,
she won't let him go.

Said we made a mistake.

[front door creaks]

[*]

Sean, honey.
It's Mommy!

It's okay. It's okay.

Let the boy go.

- No. Don't take him.
- [Falsone] Let him go.

- Let him go.
- No, don't take him.

He's mine.

Let him go. Put your hands
where I can see them.

Let him go.

[whimpers]

[Amy sobs] Oh, my baby!

[gasps] He wanted ice cream.

That's why we stopped.
He was hungry.

I'm a good mom.

No one can say
I'm not a good mom.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can, and will,
be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

[Amy sobs]

He was safe with me.

I've known him since he was
practically an infant.

How do you know Sean?

Matt. His name is Matt.

He really grew up a lot
between two and three.

His face changed.

He went from a baby
to a child.

The Marshalls don't know you.

I don't know them.

I didn't even know their names
until they were on TV.

You've never spoken
to them before?

[sighs] I said hello
to the woman one time.

Usually I just watched them.

Watched them where?

At the merry-go-round,
at the Science Center.

That's how I got to know Matt.

And he knew me.

He didn't cry
when I took him away.

Why did you take him,
Ms. Reynolds?

It was for his own good.

His own good?

I had watched them.

Every time,
it was the same thing.

They'd get into a fight.

[sighs]

It's not healthy for children
to grow up

in an antagonistic environment.

Fighting or not fighting,
they're his parents.

Well, they weren't good parents.

[scoffs]

Any idiot can have a child.

It's amazing, isn't it?

You have to have a license
to get a dog.

But you didn't have the right
to take him,

he wasn't yours.

Well, he should be mine.

[sighs heavily]

Why do you think that
it was so easy to take him?

[sighs]

No one noticed.
No one said anything.

Once we got to Canada, I--

[sobs] I would have
dyed his hair.

Put him in glasses.

[sobs]

He'd grow up,
and he'd change.

He'd forget about them.

And he-- he'd learn to love me.

[sobs]

No one would know...

that he wasn't my child.

No one would ever have known.

[sobbing]

What's your feeling,
is Sandy Reynolds competent

to stand trial?

Well, her public defender's
asked for a psych evaluation.

The lawyers can sort it out.

I personally don't care
if she goes to jail
or a mental institution,

as long as she's off the street.

How's Sean Marshall?

Well, he wasn't hurt,
he was scared,

and confused, but I think he'll
recover from the experience.

I wish I could say the same.

I feel like sleeping for a week.

I guess I'll just have to settle
for eight solid hours.

I'm going home. I suggest
the two of you do the same.

- Good night.
- [Stivers] Good night.

Good night, Gee.

[office din]

I told Ballard I'd meet her
for a nightcap.

You want a drink?

Nah, I gotta finish up
a few details,

and then I'm outta here.

I'll see you tomorrow.

All right.
I thought it was tomorrow.

Hey, Andrews. I didn't know
you were still here.

I wanted to give you this.

The tape of tonight's segment.

Sean's not missing anymore,

you still showed the episode?

Sometimes we like to do
happy endings.

For the ratings.

Yeah. For the ratings.

Case gets closed,
child gets found,

life-affirming stuff.

People love the satisfaction.

The job I do usually starts off
with dead bodies.

Not too many happy endings
with that kind of beginning.

So you'll take one
when you can get one, right?

Exactly.

I'm outta here, my wife
and my daughter are waiting

back at the hotel.

Your daughter?
I thought...

Oh, uh, yeah,

my little daughter, Katie,
she's three.

I have a three-year-old,
he's almost four.

Daniel.

Keep an eye on him.

Mm!

That Sean Marshall,
he was a little cutie.

[Stivers] Yeah.

You ever think about
having a baby?

I've never wanted children.

Are you kidding me?

Why does everybody say that?

I don't know,
maybe because you have to.

Everybody wants a baby.

Yeah, like Sandy Reynolds, right?

She wanted to be a mom
so badly she stole a child.

Well, I guess it's um...

it's hormonal.

It's like, um,
an animal drive thing.

A ticking clock.
Baby lust. Hmm.

I've never felt it.

Wow.

I feel like I have spent
my whole life wanting things

that I don't have.

Like...

a man who will love me
unconditionally,

a baby,

and um...

hair that doesn't frizz
in the rain.

[laughs]

Not that I wouldn't be open
to marriage, you know,

if the right man came along.

Or a baby.

I just don't crave it, you know?

I'm happy.

I don't have any unfulfilled
longings.

You're lucky.

[chuckles]

I don't know about that.

- Paul.
- Hey.

It's late,
Daniel's probably asleep.

Yeah, he is.

I just wanted to see him
for a sec, that okay?

Sure.

Daniel.

Wake up and play.

Daniel.

[makes rustling sounds]

Hello!

What's up, killer?

Hey, don't tell Mommy
that I woke you up, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay, shh!

I just wanted to see you.
I love you.

I love you, too.

Go back to sleep, okay?

Okay.

All right.

From what the neighbors told us,

Sandy Reynolds has a mother
and two sisters

living in Montreal.

We need to cover all means
of public transportation.

Let's find her,
and let's find the boy,

sooner, rather than later.

[Falsone] Dark blue? Light blue?

[Jeff] It was every parent's
worst nightmare.

A missing child.

Sean Marshall, four years old,

was snatched up by a stranger
as he rode the merry-go-round

at downtown Baltimore's
famous Inner Harbor.

But unlike so many
other cases,

and after a full-scale
investigation,

less than a day and a half
later,

Sean Marshall's been safely
reunited with his family,

giving hope to the hearts
of parents everywhere,

and a chance to believe
in love, and luck,

and the hard work
of the men and women

of our nation's police forces.

For this week's Wanted,

I'm Jeff Andrews,
wishing you and your loved ones

a happy, and a safe evening.

Good night.

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