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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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