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No! No! No!

No, Mommy, don't let him get me!

(LAUGHING)

(IMITATING MONKEY)

Sam! He ruined my picture, Mom!

It's okay, honey. We'll make another one.

Chris, I've asked you not to get him worked up before bed.

Gee, we're just playing.

We've got a 12-hour car ride tomorrow,

and now he's going to be up half the night.

Okay, okay. Kids, go get Ben.

But my picture!

You can work on it in the car tomorrow, honey.

-On the way to Disney World! -Yeah!

-Okay! -Disney World!

(LAUGHING)

You do realise I am the only adult in this house?

Well, isn't that what you love about me?

Every once in a while I would like a tiny bit of help, Mr Crawford.

-You got it, Mrs Crawford. -Thank you.

BOTH: Ben!

-Ben! Ben! -Ben, where are you?

-Where are you, Ben? -Benny, where are you?

-Where are you? -Ben!

He's not coming, Dad!

(DOOR CLOSING)

CHRIS: Good boy, Ben.

Hey, Sam...

Just let him sleep with us. It's okay.

-Dad? -Yeah?

-I love you. -I love you, too, kiddo.

MAN ON RADIO: This is WDCW 88.8 on your dial.

Good morning, folks.

It is time to get up, get out, and enjoy this day.

The forecast for you, it's going to be mostly sunny,

brisk easterly winds today.

You can expect a high of near 75.

Clear tonight, with a low near 61.

-Checking out tomorrow's forecast... -Chris.

...more sunshine and slightly warmer temperatures...

Sam?

(GASPING)

(GASPS)

B.A.U. Headquarters F.B.I., QUANTICO, VIRGINIA

GIDEON: Dr Thomas Fuller wrote, "With foxes, we must play the fox."

Crawford family. Butchered in their home.

Murder-suicides?

That's what we have to find out.

-JJ: He's so gorgeous. -Thank you.

If you find baldness and wrinkles attractive.

Look at his little widdy biddy nose. Don't you want one of these?

Mmm. I'll stick to practicing.

-(SCOFFS) -(LAUGHING)

Congratulations.

-Thanks. -Thank you.

She's amazing. I'm a little terrified.

-Well, we should get going. -Okay.

A pleasure seeing you, Mrs Hotchner.

-Bye bye. -Bye.

-Bye, sweetie. -Bye.

-Bad? -The worst.

Crawford family. Murdered three days ago.

I saw it on the news.

GIDEON: They were found in the basement of their house.

JJ: Bags packed for a vacation they never took.

Reporter said it was a murder-suicide?

The father stabbed them all and then shot himself?

That's the conclusion Maryland State Police came to.

The gun was found next to the father,

he had gunpowder residue on his right hand.

And now you must have some compelling reason

to think that Chris Crawford didn't off his family?

JJ: Yeah.

Another murdered family, the Millers, found a month ago.

The mother, Reese Miller, her two children and her new husband.

Again, they were found in the basement,

and like the Crawfords, their suitcases were packed for a vacation.

Both cases, the bodies were discovered

five days after their vacations were supposed to have started.

Yet the coroner determined that they had been dead only 24 hours.

So, for four days both families remained in the house.

Location of the bodies in both cases, the basement.

That indicates a level of organization.

With a quick but disorganized application of overpowering force.

If these aren't murder-suicides, someone's doing a damn good job

-of making them look like it. -JJ: Possibly this man. Eric Miller.

Biological father of the Miller children.

Arlington PD issued a BOLO for Miller after the bodies were discovered.

Ex-wife Reese Miller had a restraining order against him

for domestic violence.

-When did she get remarried? -The week before they were killed.

Violent husbands believe their wives and children are property.

Reese Miller getting remarried possibly made him snap.

Well, the Virginia cops finally located Eric Miller last night

responding to a drunken disturbance at a motel,

where Miller had been hiding out.

When they found him, they discovered blood on his black leather jacket.

It belonged to his children.

Was any of his DNA found at the Crawford house?

-No. -Did he know the Crawfords?

If he does, he's not saying.

In fact, he hasn't said a word since his arrest.

The Arlington PD have asked us to interview him.

(REID EXCLAIMING)

If anyone could apply overwhelming force, he's your man.

I want you to find out. Talk to him.

(STUTTERING) You want me to talk to him?

Yeah, you've done interviews before with other agents running point.

You can go solo.

Morgan, the Crawford house is a fresh crime scene.

Once the Crawfords were brought down to the basement,

they must have known their fate.

ME said they were all killed down here.

Sam was found here, Emily over there.

So, I'm the UnSub. How did I do it?

Well, he had to bring them down here first.

-How? -Had a gun.

Okay. Used a gun to force them down here, what next?

-Stab them. -Who first?

The strongest. The father.

He was found right there, and then the mother, that's her right there.

Well, how're you gonna keep the kids from running away?

Restraints. Can't aim a gun at them and stab the mother at the same time.

No restraints were found on the victims.

-Because I took them with me. -No ligature marks were found.

Let's go upstairs, see how they lived.

MEDICAL EXAMINER ON TAPE: Sam Crawford, white male, aged five,

multiple stab wounds,

laceration to the left ventricle. No defensive wounds present.

Allison Crawford, white female, 32, multiple stab wounds,

COD, exsanguination.

Emily Crawford, white female, eight, multiple stab wounds,

COD, exsanguination.

Christopher Crawford, white male, 36,

point-blank single nine-millimetre gunshot wound to the temporal lobe.

Where's his wedding ring?

It's not listed in his personal effects.

He obviously wore one, so where is it?

I'm Dr Spencer Reid from the FBI.

I'd like to ask you a few questions. You don't mind?

You got something you wanna ask me, boy,

you look me in the eye and you ask.

(CLEARING THROAT)

-Three days ago... -You're not looking at me.

Three days ago, the Crawford family was murdered.

Is that right?

-Did you know them? -What're you getting at?

They were killed in the exact same way that your family was killed.

And?

I've been slapped around all night by every cop in Virginia.

Now what makes you think a damned photo is gonna scare me?

Is that what this is about? Hmm?

You think I'm crazy, man?

You think I suddenly snapped, and I slaughtered my own wife and kids?

You think I did this? Huh? Is that what you think?

Sit down. Now.

Who's this? Your daddy? I'm done talking to you people.

You don't have to talk. Just listen.

On the occasions you assaulted your wife,

you were intoxicated. Once the effects of alcohol wore off,

you were overcome by feelings of remorse.

I'm gonna tell you this just one time, you shut your mouth!

Genetic factors contribute to alcohol-stress interactions.

Your mother was an alcoholic and she was often too drunk

to stop the beatings that your father gave you.

-I think we should stop this. -He's not finished.

Aged six, you were orphaned to a family where the abuse continued,

only this time it was sexual.

You shut your mouth, or I'm gonna rip your face off.

The abuse continued well into puberty. But my one concern is, Eric,

did you or did you not continue the cycle with your own children?

I never laid a hand on my children. You hear me?

I hear you.

I found them like that.

Dead. Bloodied.

My babies. My sweet babies.

(CRYING)

I was crazy out of my mind, I didn't know what to do,

and I knew the cops were gonna blame me, and they have.

So you ran?

-So what have I got now? -You have your innocence.

For the sake of your children,

I believe that they, at the very least, deserve the truth.

I can't get the image of my dead children out of my mind.

Ty, my little boy, he was clutching a piece of paper.

I think it was a drawing, maybe a painting.

Please. I'd love to know what he painted, Dr Reid.

Interesting interrogation technique. What'd you hope to accomplish?

Miller was closed off, defensive, hostile. I needed a way in.

He suffered a breakdown but I don't think he killed his family,

-and I know he still loved his wife. -Why do you say that?

Even though they were divorced, he still wore the wedding ring.

The yard is overgrown,

and like the roof, Chris Crawford's car is in need of maintenance.

Yet Allison Crawford's SUV is in pristine condition.

Says here that Allison drove the kids at school.

They were educated privately, maybe the car was just an attempt

-to show the other parents wealth. -Like this house.

Designer magazines conspicuously placed.

Expensive modern furniture. Plasma TV.

Behind the curtains, water damage.

Allison spent money on the things her friends could see,

and neglected those they couldn't.

The Crawfords lived beyond their means.

So where'd the extra cash come from?

Get Garcia to check their financial status.

Emily.

This painting is of this house.

Strangely, for a child, it has no color. It has lines, dimensions, but no color.

-No dog collar was found, right? -Maybe the dog didn't have one.

Uh-huh. He'd have to have one. Come here.

See that?

This dog door opens automatically via a chip in the dog's collar.

If anything attempted to get in without one,

the alarm would have been activated.

(SIGHING)

When the cops got here, the house was locked tight and the alarm was hot.

So, the night the Crawfords were murdered,

the only way in or out was with a dog collar.

Gideon, whoever killed this family had to be a big guy.

Chris Crawford was a black belt in judo.

So are you.

But I've got a gun to your back. Maybe you could take it from me.

But your children are in the same room. And if you fail, they die.

Does it matter how big I am now?

(SIGHING)

Bound or not, Allison Crawford would've put up one hell of a fight.

Emily and Sam would have been sobbing.

Crawford didn't kill his family.

And there's no evidence Miller was ever in the house or even knew them.

Help me! Help! Please! Help me!

-No! No! -ALLISON: No! No!

-Please! Please! No! -My God, no!

BOTH: No!

What are you doing?

Why didn't anyone hear them scream?

I believe the UnSub had control over this family.

He may have separated each family member.

He tells the mother, "If you scream, I'll kill your children."

He tells the children, "If you cry, I'll kill Mommy."

The suspect found a way of restraining them without leaving marks.

Based on lividity, the ME estimates that the father was the last to die.

Which means he witnessed the whole event.

If he did spend time with both families, he must have known

he had the time to spend with them.

Because he knew they were going on vacation.

Look at travel agents, relatives,

work colleagues, contract workers, children's tutors.

(PHONE BEEPING)

HOTCH ON SPEAKERPHONE: Gideon, we've been looking

into the Crawford financials.

Allison Crawford spent way more money than Chris could afford.

-They were in major debt. -And Chris Crawford

wrote a number of cheques for a series of visits to a therapist.

She had two cell phone accounts.

One of them billed to a separate address

in Southeast Washington, D.C.

HOTCH: Did you get that?

-Federal agent!

-FBI!

-Clear!

It's the cleanest thing in here.

Clear.

What's that?

It's a child's painting. It's a colonial house.

Mom, Dad, two children out front holding hands.

And a big dog.

I think this is the Crawford house, it's signed by Emily.

Strange.

Eric Miller said he found his son clutching a painting.

-He wanted to know what was on it. -What was on it?

His son's blood.

(CLATTERING)

(DOG BARKING)

Whoa, whoa. Hotch! Hotch!

Hey, whoa, whoa, easy...

(WHISTLING)

Freeze!

-Why am I here? -MORGAN: I think you know why.

That's mine.

The colors indicate a self-confidence with an outgoing personality.

It shows an above-average intelligence.

The child that painted this was left-handed.

Emily Crawford was left-handed.

Frank, you're not.

How'd you get the painting, Frank?

Did you forget to take your meds today, Frank?

For a severe manic-depressive, that's not good.

-They make me feel wrong. -Wrong enough to kill the Crawfords?

Frank?

-I did a bad thing. -What did you do?

I shouldn't have gone to the house. Allison told me not to.

I would never, never hurt Allie.

-She's the only family I've got. -Family?

She's my sister.

She's dead.

She's dead.

He killed them. Chris did. I know he did it.

What bad thing did you do?

The rule was,

I was never supposed to go to the house.

That was the only rule.

Allison said if Chris saw me he would never let me see her again.

He was gonna lock me up in the loony bin.

-He never liked me. -You went to the house.

She said she couldn't visit me any more.

I just wanted to see her. Seeing Allison made everything better.

But they cut my phone off that day.

The day I went to see them, they cut my phone off!

I never would've gone to the house if they hadn't cut off the phone!

There's no way this guy could've gotten into the house without a key.

Knowing how Chris Crawford felt about his brother-in-law,

-do you see him having one? -No.

Frank, you went to the house. What did you do?

It was dark and cold.

I went around to the side, to look through the window.

My breath steamed up the glass and I wiped it clean.

And I could see them sitting down for dinner.

I saw Emily and Sam.

And Sam was crying. I guess he was in trouble.

-Did you see Allison? -Yes.

She was saying grace over the table

and then she looked up and saw me

and she mouthed something at me.

I think it was, "Get the hell out." So I left.

-Did Chris see you? -No, he wasn't there,

but a friend was at the head of the table.

-You said, "a friend"? -I saw someone.

What did this person look like?

I didn't see their face, but tiny, really tiny.

-White or black, Frank? -I don't know, but...

-What? -The hair, it was red.

If Frank saw them that day, it wasn't Chris Crawford at the table.

Maybe it was the suspect.

And she wasn't saying, "Go away." She was saying, "Help me."

-It wasn't a friend. -Frank.

It wasn't a friend at all.

It was him.

He's the one who killed them.

Frank.

(STUTTERING)

-Frank...

-No! No! No!

-Frank, stop.

-Frank, Frank. -Let go!

No, No!

No!

-GIDEON: Frank!

-No!

-Frank, calm down!

-Frank! Come on! -No, no!

Both families had a dog and both houses had a dog door.

Fielding said that the person he saw was small.

Yeah, well, in order to get through that door, you'd have to be 5'4", tops,

and real thin.

"When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains,

however improbable, must be the truth."

Sherlock Holmes was a fictional character.

Whoever did this isn't.

We can be pretty sure he's probably found himself another family by now.

-Let's just watch him sleep. -No.

We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.

-Can I kiss him? -Both of you, out.

(GURGLING)

MORGAN: Okay. No, I understand. Yeah. I'd figured as much, thank you.

He's been looking at those pictures all morning.

Well, I sure hope he sees a connection,

because I've checked doctors, lawyers, travel agents, tutors, contract workers...

-I got nothing. -Why target those families?

Well, to know that, we have to know how.

All right, we know organised killers are often skilled workers

with above-average intelligence.

A high birth status,

and in most cases, male.

In the workplace, he's socially confident.

And with women, sexually competent.

Every offence is pre-planned.

Targeting the victim is almost as pleasurable as the actual kill.

These guys, they're meticulous. It's a compulsion.

Everything has to have its proper place.

They do exhaustive amounts of research on their victims.

They watch their every move. Every last detail is observed.

Everything has to be written ever so neatly in a book or possibly a journal.

Like when the kids are coming home from school,

when Daddy will be home.

Playtime, suppertime, bath time, bedtime.

Plan the work, work the plan.

This is the way that he maintains control.

It's also how he personalises his target.

So, nothing's left to chance, and absolutely nothing

is left out of place. Ever.

So, he plans the work.

And when he's good and ready, he works that plan.

He takes great pride in his job.

(SIGHS)

I think the workplace has to be the connection.

Both are by Emily. Painted months apart.

This one is full of color and life.

The one I found at Emily's house has lines, dimensions, no color.

I believe Emily was coerced to paint this.

It's a point of view. It is his point of view.

This is where the killer stood and just watched the family.

Each of the dead husbands was missing his wedding ring.

This is the UnSub's trophy.

He targets a family because he lost his own,

and for a few days he gets to play Daddy.

And he can do whatever he wants because no one's gonna come looking

because they're supposed to be on vacation.

Let's get forensics to check the inside of Chris Crawford's clothing.

The suspect may've worn the father's clothes, too.

-(SCOFFS) Complete the fantasy. -So why kill them?

Because the fantasy can't last.

Do we know anything that actually helps us identify this bastard?

Wait a minute.

Chris Crawford worked for the IRS,

and Reese Miller was a secretary at the GAO.

That makes them both government employees.

MORGAN: Let's check out Chris Crawford and Reese Miller.

(BELL DINGS)

He had his share of problems at home. Who doesn't?

But he didn't fix them by killing his family.

Were you aware he was in therapy?

-He mentioned marriage counselling. -He say who?

Nope, and I didn't ask. I don't like to pry.

Well, that's surprising, coming from an IRS agent.

You mind if we go through Chris' belongings,

see if he had any connection to Miller?

You're welcome to look through anything you like.

Family therapists.

They often use children's paintings to assess a family unit.

We're all still in shock.

Reese was a quiet woman. She kept pretty much to herself,

bell to bell, brought in her own lunch...

-Mrs Raleigh... -And she had two kids,

but then you knew that.

It's just so terrible.

-I still can't believe it. -Excuse me.

And she was covering for one of my women who is on maternity leave.

She was always tired, you know. But then, any woman married

-to Eric Miller would be. -Thanks.

-He was a mean drunk. -Mrs Raleigh?

He hit her, you know. She tried to cover it up.

But concealer can only do so much magic.

-I should know. -Mrs Raleigh...

I'm sorry, I'm talking too much.

Do you know if Mrs Miller was seeing a marriage counsellor?

-Reese kept pretty much to herself. -You're not betraying any confidence.

We need to know everything about her life.

Every Thursday I covered for her

so she could take off early to see a therapist.

Thought it worked.

She kicked the bastard out and got remarried.

Look what that got her.

We've got to stop meeting like this, Reid. People will talk.

-But then, talk is cheap. -Not when you're talking to a therapist.

The Crawfords made 12 weekly payments

to the Applewood Family Center. What about the Millers?

No, nothing here.

How about pharmaceuticals? No one gets therapy these days

-without a healthy dose of medication. -What're you implying, Reid?

That everyone is medicated.

-Did you just make a joke? -No.

-Statistics. They show that... -Reid, next time, just say "yes", okay?

Now, medication normally requires a reimbursement from the HMO

and since she works for the government like you and I,

we share the same health care provider.

Are you hacking into the government's HMO database?

-Is that legal? -Of course not.

We'll both go to prison and you'll be someone's bitch.

-Really? -Oh, right there.

Good call, Reid. Mrs Reese Miller, Diazepam.

Who prescribed the meds?

Dr R. Howard at the Applewood Family Centre.

Let's find out what he looks like. Here we go.

Dr Howard isn't a "he".

Excellent, Lacy. Really wonderful.

There's so much colour. It's very lovely indeed.

Dr Rachel Howard,

I'm Special Agent Aaron Hotchner with the FBI.

Come on, Lacy, come on. Go with Mommy.

Can I help you?

I'm Agent Jason Gideon, Behavioural Analysis.

We both deal with the dysfunctional.

Happily, in my line, the end results aren't quite as unpleasant as yours.

-Unless you're the Crawford family. -Or the Millers. You knew them both.

-Yes, I knew them. -Ma'am,

I think you should take a seat.

Why?

MORGAN: We're going to have to check your alibi.

Dig all you want. I have four teenagers.

If I had any time to myself, it wouldn't be spent killing my clients.

-You worked with both families? -I assessed their cases.

This office deals with hundreds of families.

Military, cops, lawyers, congressmen, feds.

I only met the Crawfords and Reese Miller once.

But you prescribed medication for them?

I'm the only medical doctor here.

Who did you hand the cases over to?

I'll have to check my files.

You don't use a computer?

Not all of us have embraced the technical revolution.

I keep everything filed, it makes me feel more in control.

And please, do not read into that.

(DRAWER OPENS)

The Crawfords. Karl Arnold dealt with their case.

-What about the Millers? -We'd like to see him now.

We can't. He works a four-forty. Four ten-hour days.

He's off today, but he'll be in first thing tomorrow.

Do you have his home address?

(SIGHS)

I'll get a team out to his house.

In the meantime, I'd like to see his office.

The suspect's cell is going straight to voice mail.

Karl's a good man.

That's what everybody says until they find a body in the basement.

-It's locked. -I'll get security.

No, we don't have time for that.

-Someone will have to pay for that. -Karl Arnold will.

Gideon?

Where is he now?

-I can't believe Karl... -Where is he?

I don't know.

If he's not at home maybe he's gone to see his family.

He's married?

With two children. Karl Jr, and Sarah.

How long ago did the marriage collapse?

About five years ago. It wasn't a good time for Karl.

He took some time off work.

He couldn't concentrate, he started drinking.

-Yeah. -I can't believe...

-Maybe you've got it wrong. -MORGAN: What do you got?

I would've seen...

Oh, my God, I feel sick.

Where does Karl's family live?

She took the kids and moved to Idaho.

They just raided Karl's home.

He's not there.

(KARL JR SHOUTING)

(EXCLAIMING)

Cut it out, now. Both of you.

Sarah, Karl Jr, go do your homework!

(PHONE RINGING)

SARAH: Don't do that! That's not funny!

Hello?

What? I'm sorry, I can't hear you. What did you say?

Fay Arnold, this is Federal Agent Aaron Hotchner.

I'd like to know where your ex-husband is.

As long as he's nowhere near me, I don't give a damn.

We really need to find him. When was the last time you saw him?

I haven't seen him in over two years.

He's a scary guy.

But he did call me about an hour ago.

I wish he would just go to hell and stay there.

What did he say?

He just babbled on about how precious family is.

-Did he say where he was? -No, no.

He just wanted to talk to the kids.

He said he'd just met a little girl that reminded him of my Sarah.

Did he seem upset? Anxious? Confused?

He seemed like he always is. Angry, controlling, manic.

Do you have any idea where he might be?

No.

But I did hear kids in the background, and then someone started to cry.

-That's when he hung up. -Thank you.

Arnold just called her. She heard kids in the background.

He's already in another family's house.

Hotch, there's gotta be hundreds of families here.

Then we'll send an agent to every last one of them if we have to.

Karl Arnold, he has a boy and a girl, just like the Millers and the Crawfords.

-Target family will be the same. -How could I have not seen it?

Well, because he's that good.

If he wasn't, we would've caught him sooner.

Does he have a journal?

He writes everything down, takes it everywhere.

It's likely he also collects trophies.

If they're not in his house, they're right here, hidden in this room.

-What does he mean by "trophies"? -GIDEON: From the families he killed.

If he doesn't confess, we'll need them as evidence.

Here's one, the Harrises. One boy, one girl.

-Can I see it? -MORGAN: I've got a few.

-The Boyds and the Dunkens. -Wait. The Dunkens.

That's not one of his cases, that's mine.

They have a baby boy

and a slightly introverted eight-year-old named Jackie.

Jackie.

-Jackie's work? -He took it from my office.

-Were they planning a trip? -To the Adirondacks.

-Let's go. Hotch, tear up the room. -Here, take this.

I'll call you some backup.

We've got three adults, two children, sitting at the dining room table.

-FBI! FBI! -He's got my baby!

-Ma'am, is he alone? -Yes, he is!

-GIDEON: Where's the basement? -Under the stairs!

Son of a bitch.

Get them out of here! Get them out of here!

Gideon! Gideon!

Karl?

Karl, it's the FBI.

GIDEON: Karl...

Shh.

Why don't you give me the baby?

Karl.

(BABY CRYING)

Karl, I want you to look at me.

I'm gonna put my gun away. And I want you to hand me that baby.

Hand me the baby.

MORGAN: Knife!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

You move, I will break your neck.

(BABY WAILING)

Okay.

Hello.

-Hi. -MORGAN: Let's go.

-How are you? -MORGAN: Keep it moving.

-Did he say anything? -No.

Can we tie him forensically to the other crimes?

Negative on foreign DNA. He must've washed Crawford's clothes.

Then we'll need a confession.

-Can you get one? -Did you do what I asked?

-Yeah. -Then, maybe.

Emily Crawford was a very talented and gifted girl.

Her brother Sam, a bright, energetic child.

You watched them from the yard for days, maybe even weeks.

You learned everything about them. You studied their every move

and then you wrote it all down.

May I have a glass of water?

-Something wrong? -No, I'm just thirsty.

Water, please.

Could you remove my shackles? I'm clearly no threat to you.

They stay on.

(SIGHS)

You chose families that reminded you of the one you lost.

You stalked them, you bound them,

you terrorised them, and then you killed them.

One by one.

We have your journals, Karl.

It's my job,

to write everything down, to get to know them.

I can't help them solve their problems without knowing background.

I make home visits.

Sometimes without their knowledge, because people lie.

You, of all people, should know that.

Eric Miller was an awful husband and father.

Allison Crawford haemorrhaged money her husband didn't have.

That can strain any marriage.

On the surface, this looks like "any family, USA".

Two-parent household, two kids, a boy and a girl.

But if you look a little closer,

you'll see their body language tells a different story.

The woman and children are distant from the man.

Their smiles are stiff, their eyes are frightened.

Every hair is in place, wearing their Sunday best.

Their own private hell being memorialised on film.

Are you okay?

It isn't right. (SIGHS)

What isn't?

You've got the pictures mixed up!

The one in the middle, that is Sam Crawford's.

It should be Ty Miller's!

You need to swap them. You need to make it right.

This one here?

What the hell have I been trying to tell you?

You're right. They're switched.

That is Sam Crawford's foot with the Miller family.

But how did you know that, Karl?

And I watched them for a number of days.

Always at night.

Saw how they lived, how they loved.

I would keep them apart until the last night, until the last supper.

Then I would bring them, one by one,

down to the basement.

The youngest first, the father last.

Why, Karl?

So he could see what happens to families

when the head of household isn't strong.

Wives wither, children perish.

But me, I'm an excellent father.