Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses

are considered especially heinous.

In New York City, the dedicated detectives

who investigate these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

Come on, mom. Come on, dad.

Yeah, I can't talk right now.

I'm late to pick up my son.

You see your son one day a week,

and you can't be on time!

Hey, I gotta call you later.

- Daddy! Daddy! - Hey, buddy.

You ready for the game? Hmm?

I'm definitely gonna catch a ball.

- Yeah, Jeb. - Dad, we're gonna be late.

Yeah, I'm taking Wyatt to the game.

Can I call you later? You ready, buddy?

All right, our home number's on speed dial.

All right. Easy on the junk food.

He still gets those stomachaches.

Mom seems a little grouchy, huh?

When are you coming home, daddy?

How 'bout a treat?

Let's go. Let's go.

Come on, run, kid!

Last one on is a rotten egg.

Thank you.

Dad! Dad!

Wyatt! Hey!

Hey! Wyatt!

Open the door!

Wait! Stop the train!

My kid's on the train!

Hey! Help!

Yeah, my son! My son! He's been taken.

Help! Help!

Captain.

A lot of white shirts. What's going on?

Seven-year-old, Wyatt Morris.

Snatched from his father on a subway platform.

Transit is stopping all the trains on that line

en route to the game.

Who is this kid?

The mayor's office called.

The father is David Morris,

of the Morris Brothers real estate family.

They own half the West Side.

Any ransom demands yet?

It's a little early for that.

This neighborhood's changed.

- Where's the mother? - We're still looking.

Mr. Morris thinks she might be out for a run.

They're divorced.

The dad has his son for the day and loses him?

Liv?

Liv, you with us?

This neighborhood.

Hector Rodriguez, the Dominican kid...

He was the exact same age.

Missing boy, '99.

Dad lost custody, took the kid back to the DR.

We don't know that.

The mother never saw her son again.

Liv... hey.

This kid's missing now.

Hey, we've got three trains stopped

between here and the stadium,

a half dozen bottled up behind them.

- Any sign of the boy? - Not yet.

We're holding passengers on the platform

for questioning.

If they don't make it to the game,

we might have a riot.

Well, that's too bad

because nobody's going anywhere.

That kid could still be on any one of these trains.

Search every car, talk to every passenger.

Hey, Captain, the father wants to go uptown

and join the search.

No, you talk to him here. Both of you.

And whatever went on between the two of you,

get over it-- we don't have time.

David! Where's Wyatt?

What did you do? What did you do?

Whoa, whoa, Ms. Morris. Ms. Morris.

Where is he? What did you do?

- Ms. Morris, listen-- - Ms. Colfax--Laurie.

- Okay. - Where's Wyatt? What happened?

We're trying to figure that out now.

Slow down. Slow down, Mr. Morris.

So this guy tapped you on the shoulder.

Can you describe him?

White, black, age?

White, 40s. Cap, glasses.

I'm bad at faces.

David has visitation on Sunday?

He was supposed to be there at 9:00.

He was his usual two hours late.

And he only sees Wyatt one day a week?

- Does that make David upset? - He's always upset.

Everything about him is a negotiation.

Okay, so, Ms. Colfax,

your husband's family is very wealthy.

Have you noticed anyone suspicious

trying to talk to Wyatt, or following you?

Anything like that?

No.

You think this is about ransom?

We'll pay. We'll post a reward.

Okay, let's hold off on that.

It's just gonna bring out con artists.

So if somebody wants to get in touch with you,

I promise you they will.

But what if no one calls?

Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

- Oh, God. - Hey, Laurie.

Laurie, I need you to stay focused.

I need you to stay focused. Whoa, whoa.

- Find my son. - Okay.

We're gonna do the best we can.

- Find my son. - Okay.

- Okay. - Find my son.

This is a full-on Amber Alert.

These go up in every street, in every borough

within the hour.

TARU can't trace the kid's cell phone.

So one witness saw a black man

pull Wyatt onto the train.

Another saw an older white male.

And one put him with a woman.

There were a lot of kids in caps on those trains.

And no video from that station.

Well, 110th Street?

The hoi polloi don't get those upgrades.

Morningside Heights has changed.

It's not like it was in '99.

You're thinking about Hector Rodriguez.

It was a war zone then.

There he goes with the bad old days.

It's still mixed. I can't believe Morris

- and his family live up there. - Well, he owns the building.

And he's renovated half the block,

and it's his ex-wife.

Are they still in court?

On a custody issue, every three months.

Maybe David Morris got tired of paying

for two sets of legal fees.

And had his own son kidnapped?

Or the wife wants to make him look bad.

Nothing's fair in love and war.

She does want to make him look bad.

She made a point of telling me

that he got there at 11:00 today, two hours late.

11:00?

The train didn't leave until 12:15.

Did David tell you he stopped anywhere?

No. And I asked.

Well, I didn't tell you

because I didn't think it mattered.

We went to a pastry shop.

And you didn't want your wife to know

you were giving him sweets?

I just wanted Wyatt to have a fun day.

The divorce has been really hard on him.

Can anyone confirm that?

Yeah. The hostess.

I've been seeing her.

She also used to babysit for Wyatt.

Guess I didn't want Laurie to know that either.

The missing boy. God, that's horrible.

Yeah, I think I saw them.

You think? Honey, we know that you're involved

with David, okay?

Does Laurie know?

That's on you. Were they here?

Eating muffins.

Wyatt had milk, skim.

You and the dad ever go anywhere private,

maybe leave the boy alone?

No, no.

Did you notice anyone looking at Wyatt?

Like, dark sunglasses, or a baseball cap?

The place is full of dads like that.

It's the playoffs.

This guy would have been by himself.

Wait, there was one.

A singleton. He ordered tea in a glass,

got up when they did and just left $2.

Got this from a boutique near the cafe.

Not enough of an image for facial recognition software.

Any other angles?