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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.

I'm sorry.
That's incorrect.

Winnie?
- Perendinate.

P-E-R-E-N-D-E-N-A-T-E.

I'm sorry, Winnie.
That is incorrect.

Pence, the word is perendinate.

P--p--perendinate.

P--p--perendinate.

Can I have
a definition, please?

To put off until
the day after tomorrow

that which can be done today.

P-E-R-E...

N-D...

I-N-A...

T-E.

P--perendinate.

Very good,
and congratulations.

You are the new
spelling bee champion.

Excuse me.

Why'd you let me win?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You knew how to
spell that word.

I've never heard you speak
in front of everybody before.

There's a reason for that.

You hear them laugh.

I wanted to help.

I've read your story,

the one on the wall,
"The King of the Moon."

You read my story?

About the boy who
lived on the moon

so he didn't have
to talk to anyone.

Trust me,
it's better that way.

Is it?

Winnie,

we have too many books.

Because of all
your little gifts.

I suppose we could
thin the herd,

including this.

Pence, don't you dare.

Read at your own risk.

What about the desks?

What about them?

Do we really need two?

You're the introvert.
You tell me.

I prefer not to be
too far from you.

Well, that is an
easily-surmountable problem.

Oh, dear, look at the time.

I'd rather not.

Honey, you're gonna be late
for your ceremony.

Ceremony?

You are being awarded

the Lewis Thomas Prize
by Rockefeller University.

Yes, almost forgot.

Forgot?

You are a brilliant man,

but you have no sense
of other people.

I'll let you work
while I get dressed.

Thank you.

Where's Winnie?

Playing tennis
with your neighbor.

- Naomi.
- Ooh, that's very good.

You remember her name.
Now, what's mine?

Trash gets picked up tomorrow.

Oh, that's a
terribly long name.

That's it.
Good boy.

Mm.

One more.

- Ah.
- Drinky-drink-drink.

Madam, anyone who ever
loved you was wrong.

Hello?

Hello?

Winnie?

It's nothing.
Listen, go back to sleep.

I heard something.

Are you cheating on me?

Is that it?

Oh, sweetheart, no.

With whom?

Look at me.
Look, look, look.

Look.

You are and always shall be
my king of the moon.

Go--go--go back to sleep,
my love.

P-E-R-E-N-D...

Her eyes.

Hey, sir,
I asked you a question.

What do you remember?

I did it.

I made love to her...

And then I...

I killed her.
I did it all.

I grew up just like you.

Saw a lot of people
get murdered.

And the second
my nuts dropped,

my boss puts a gun in my hand
and has me blow this guy away.

What do you think?

He's trying to flip Oscar
Papa's only living recruiter.

We were desperate,
so lying's fair game.

So a bit of theater?

Well, that's what
I thought at first,

but this double homicide

that he mentions later
in this recording, Fin,

is a real case.

Unsolved?

Two people,
execution style, 2003,

right outside Fort Worth.

All this says to me
is Velasco

did research on his lie.

That amount of homework
for some mid-level banger?

You have another explanation?

Fin, what exactly do
we know about Velasco?

He drives a motorcycle.

He grew up in Juarez.

He alluded to some
misspent youth.

Exactly how misspent?

We could ask Muncy.
They're tight.

Yeah, I already
had her listen to it,

and I'm keeping her away from
this for that exact reason.

Muncy is loyal to Velasco.

I don't want secrets
in my squad.

That who I think it is?

- Yeah, it's Tonie Churlish.
- From the Bronx?

Yeah, she volunteered
to help us

drill down
on the Velasco story.

You talked to McGrath
about this?

No, I haven't.

OK, I think it's time
I remind you,

you're the captain.

And the greatest gift
I can give you

as your number two
is plausible deniability.

So what do you suggest?

You let me and the
White Shield take the lead

and untangle this mess.

And how the hell
are you going to do that?

You leave that to me.

- And if McGrath asks?
- We never talked about it.

Carisi's waiting for me.

Look who it is,
Captain America.

Velasco, go take a seat
in interrogation.

You, too, Churlish.

Who are we interrogating?

You.

- Is everything OK?
- Well, trust me,

if I answer that honestly,
you'd regret asking.

So who's this?

This big-time neurologist,
Pence Humphreys.

Oh, the guy who writes
about rare brain disorders?

Yeah, yeah, so you know him?

I read one of his books
a while back

about this conductor
who could only

communicate through his piano
after he had a car crash.

I mean, it's quirky,
but he's brilliant.

Yeah, well, his latest book
is about dementia.

It's a subject that he--

he knows something about.

The prefrontal cortex manages

all of our higher-level
executive functions.

I'm afraid that...
mine is slowly dying.

This has resulted in some
rather dramatic changes

in my personality
over the last few years.

I've become socially
disruptive, impulsive.

In a few months' time, I may
no longer be able to speak,

which is why
I need to record this today.

I raped and smothered...

My dear wife.

The guy confessed to it?

Yeah, two days ago.

There's something about this
that's bugging me.

You don't think
that he did it?

Something smells off.

OK, is this you speaking
as an ADA or an ex-cop?

Maybe it's me speaking
as a hopeless romantic.

Now, there's no signs
of forced entry.

No valuables were taken.

Signs of sexual assault,
but there's no DNA.

And Homicide's ready
to sign off?

Yeah, his lawyer is probably
going to go with

some kind of dementia defense.

So where is the hopeless
romanticism in this?

Him and his wife were
married for 40 years.

It was this fairy-tale
love affair.

He wrote about it
in one of his books,

"The Neurobiology of Love."

So now you're pulling
on the one

good heartstring I have left?

Liv, I know you're busy,

but I could use another
set of eyes on this.

Yeah, OK.

I'll talk to him.

I grew up just like you.

Saw a lot of people
get murdered.

And the second
my nuts dropped,

my boss puts a gun in my hand,

and he made me
blow this guy away.

And then what?

I did it.

You recorded me?

Relax, cowboy.

No, we should place
this mallrat under arrest.

For what?

It's a felony to record
a third party in New York

without permission.

Well, lucky for both of you,
you're not in the courtroom.

Then what the hell
is this about?

Just trying to
establish credibility.

So Benson heard everything
I said in this recording?

And she wants to know
the truth.

The truth?

I was messing with the guy.
I made the whole thing up.

- You sure about that?
- Yeah.

Are we done here?

Recognize this?

It's a dime bag.

BX9 branding on the side.

Where did you get this?

I had a prison guard
snag it off

that banger you gave it to.

Sit down.

Evidently, it tested positive
for heroin residue.

Do you know anything
about that?

Residue from the dope
I emptied before I filled

the bag with powdered sugar.

Yeah?

What kind of sugar
can stop withdrawals?

You've never heard
of a placebo effect?

Placebo this.

20 minutes outside
of Fort Worth, 2003,

me and my friend
blow this guy away.

We're about to leave,

and the guy's son
comes out of the other room.

Pow-pow.

We didn't have a choice.

You expect me to
believe that, you, a cop,

did a gang hit?

Trust me,
this was no gang hit.

So much for credibility.

Happy?

If it comes back clean,
I will be.

If you have any doubts, now
would be the time to say so.

Mr. Humphreys, this is
Captain Olivia Benson.

Nice to meet you.

You look familiar.

Well, I've actually
read some of your work.

You wanted a half hour
to exculpate my client,

so you have it.

He's prepared to recant
his confession if we do?

Well, he has dementia.

So recant or not,
he's not likely to do time.

What's with the chipmunk?

That belonged to a friend.

Belonged? My condolences.

What would you like to know?

Well, how about we start
with what happened?

Isn't it obvious?
I smothered my wife.

This was our plan.

- Your plan?
- Self-checkout.

We loved each other.
We wanted to be together.

We wanted to leave together

with dignity
at a time of our choosing.

My crime is worse than murder.

What Mr. Humphreys means

is that he killed her
and then didn't follow through

with taking his own life.
- Back pedaled.

Abnegated. Reneged.

And how were you planning
on killing yourself?

An expeditious taste of
shotgun-flavored mouthwash,

I'm afraid.

Do you own a shotgun?

If he does, homicide
detectives didn't find it.

What's with the chipmunk?

It belonged to a friend.

Well, he is the
textbook definition

of an unreliable witness.

Well, he seems to believe
this murder-suicide story.

Did you?

For a minute, yeah.

I mean, the guy is sharp
until he's not.

Underneath his illness,
he is a man of science.

So if we're going to try
to convince him

of his own innocence,
then it wouldn't hurt

to confront him
with some evidence.

We'd better find something
before the arraignment.

I can't imagine
these homicide cops

spending that much time
gathering clues.

Not when they have
a confession already.

Can you get a search warrant
for his apartment?

I've never had
to convince a perp

of his own innocence before.

Well,
first time for everything.

Well, you already got
a piece of my hair.

What's next, a polygraph?

If it comes to that.

What the hell is
going on in there?

I'll tell you
on the drive up.

Please state your name
and badge number.

No, I'm not going
to answer her.

She's just a White Shield.

Who just spent a year
in the Bronx

seeing what happens
when guys like you

distort the values of this job.

You know,
it's cops like you

that are the reason why
people are protesting

outside of city hall.

But since I have
been on the job,

I have yet to see Black folks
marching against firemen.

Lying to one banger does
not warrant a drug test,

let alone a protest.

Explain how you know about
a double murder in Fort Worth,

and we're done.

That's if your drug test
comes back clean.

How do you know so much
about a dead father and son

in Fort Worth?

Velasco.

Because.

I was there.

They slept in
separate bedrooms.

I can't say that I blame her.

I found this on
Humphreys' night table.

- What is that?
- It's an apnea machine.

He must have been
quite an intense snorer.

What are you doing?
- I'm looking for a shotgun.

Keep this between us?

- Snitches get stitches.
- That's right.

What is that?

It's not a shotgun.

I thought they
didn't have kids.

They don't.

Pence Humphreys, signed 1973.

Oh, that's the only thing
in the locked drawer?

Yeah, her desk.
My guess?

She was keeping it safe
for him.

I mean, look at this place.

It's like a--it's like a
shrine to their love story.

I can barely find somebody
who's emotionally available.

Suicide never
looked so romantic.

Except he didn't do it.

CPAP has a digital log.

Homicide said that the murder
was at 11:00 PM.

This says he woke up
around 10:00

and was up for one minute,
23 seconds.

That's not even enough time
to smother the vic,

let alone rape her.

How's that for facts?

I just need you
to look at these times.

Do you understand
these numbers?

That doesn't prove anything.

It proves that
he didn't murder his wife.

You need to be clear with me.

I need to under--
Winnie is dead?

And I--I didn't do it?

No, you didn't,
Mr. Humphreys.

I'm--I'm sorry.

Is it possible
he kept the machine on

while he committed the act?

How long do you think the
hose of a CPAP machine is?

It should--
it should have been me.

We--we--we had a pact.

We made a commitment.
- No.

Do you understand?

The last face she saw
wasn't mine?

She must have been terrif--

I need--I need to know

who did--who did this!

She did not see my face!

She--she must have been
terr--who did this?

- We're doing everything--
- Who--who did this?

We're doing
everything we can.

Who would want to hurt her?

I--I--I don't understand.

Guys, guys, give--
give us a moment.

Thanks.
- Take all the time you need.

I don't--I don't--

I don't understand
where--where--

Hey, I understand.

I don't understand!

Poor guy.

We took his
only comfort away.

He wishes he was brave enough
to do it himself.

- Jeez.
- Oh, my God.

Ah!

Jesus, call a bus.

Get away from me.
Leave me alone.

Hey, go get some help
right now!

Mr. Humphreys,
what did you do?

Go--go get me some help.

Oh, my God.
- Please let me go.

Here, come here. Shh.

I don't want to
be here anymore.

I don't want to live
without her.

I know.
I know you don't.

Please let me go.

Please.
- It's OK.

It's OK.

Doctor, how's he doing?

Cuts on his wrist
were superficial.

Emotionally is another story.

We have him on
anti-anxiety meds,

waiting for a psych eval.

He shouldn't be alone
right now.

Don't worry. He's not.
He's with his caregiver.

Virginia Wise.

Homicide cops
mentioned her name.

Is he lucid enough
to speak with us?

An hour after sundown?

Usually when patients like him
are at their worst.

Right, thank you.

No, rest.

Mm.

My heart breaks.

He keeps trying to call Winnie.

So I already told the homicide
detectives everything I know.

Pence confessed to them.
I thought he did it.

No, actually, he just
thinks that he did it.

So the killer's
still out there then?

That's a frightening thought.

Which is why we need
to talk to you.

Can we do it later?

My husband's waiting
for me in the car.

I've had little time
for a personal life.

Of course.
We understand.

No, don't go.

I do--I don't want
to be alone.

I know it seems cruel now,
but in five minutes,

he won't remember
I was even here.

Mr. Humphreys, how you doing?

I'm Captain Benson.

I never forget
a gorgeous face.

Oh.

Or an hourglass figure.

Well, uh, the cafeteria
downstairs may have just added

a few extra minutes to it.

I'm sorry.

For what?

I am a terrible flirt.

Please don't tell Winnie.

Your secret's safe with me.

Who's this?

Just a lawyer.

You know why
God created them?

So that toilet plungers
would have

something to look down on.

That's--that's good.
I haven't heard that one.

Well, we--we just
wanted to make sure

that you were all right,
you know?

We were worried about you.

Winnie--Winnie
is worried, too.

I know she's expecting my call.

I would invite you
to dinner,

but I don't want
to surprise her.

We actually just ate
downstairs in the cafeteria.

Why don't we, uh--
we'll leave you in peace.

Yeah.
All right, we'll see you later.

An ass like the devil and
a face like Jayne Mansfield.

You're a lucky son of a bitch,
whoever you are.

So in the last two hours,
the guy recants his confession,

he tries to kill himself,

and forgets that
his wife is even dead.

The jury is going to need
instant replay.

Yeah, well,
it's their cross to bear.

But if he didn't kill her,
who did?

Well, there's no sign
of forced entry.

Did Homicide mention
who has the key

to the Humphreys' apartment?

Well, far as
the caregiver tells it,

Humphreys liked to wander.

Her and Winnie
had the only keys.

Well,
the caregiver is married.

Any chance that
the husband did it?

They were at a
family gathering

the night of the murder.
Homicide checked her out.

Well, at least
they checked something.

Maybe she lost the key,
or it got stolen.

Is it possible
that Winnie opened

the door to her own killer?

I'd like to think
that Homicide

checked the lobby cams
in the Humphreys' building.

Like you said, Liv,
they had a confession.

I mean, how hard did
they really look?

I'll call TARU,
get the footage.

- So you were there?
- I already told you that!

Velasco, what were you doing
at a murder scene in 2003?

Do I got to get
my union lawyer?

Because I feel like
I might need a lawyer.

No need for that.

All we want is the truth,
all right?

Not half, not a trickle of it.

I was just a kid,
and I didn't have

the benefit of growing up
middle class in Ann Arbor.

How do you know
where I'm from?

And my parents were
not intellectuals.

Wait, you looked
into my background?

Duarte and I
were talking about

how you got
a stick up your ass.

- Don't talk about Duarte!
- OK, both you guys, shut up!

All right? It's getting late.

Velasco, I'm not going
to ask you again.

How'd you wind up
at a murder scene?

My first job was delivering
bread in Juarez, OK?

And one day,
I met a guy on my route that

offered me
and my boy Chilly a job.

He said that if we go
through the training,

we'd be security guards.

It was $180 a week.
I was 15 years old.

You weren't even
old enough to drive.

Like I said,
we grew up different.

Let him finish, Churlish.

So they sent us to a camp.

Turned out to be a
school for sicarios.

For hitmen.

The guy that recruited me
said that the only way

to leave was in a body bag.

So me and my boy Chilly,
we was there for three months

training how to use weapons.

And then as a final test,
they made us go to Fort Worth.

So I go, gun in hand.

And I was ready to do the hit.

And as soon as his son
comes out,

I, uh...

I lost my nerve.
I couldn't do it.

Chilly could.

He covered for me
with the cartel.

I didn't really belong.

So you ran?

Yeah,
even here in New York,

I'm still checking
my surroundings.

Is this the first time
you told that story

to someone other than
that banger?

Yeah, it feels good
to get it off my chest.

Still,
you're loyal to a killer.

Corey and Yvonne Barksdale,
apartment 8C,

coming home from
visiting her parents.

Kay, keep going.

Larry Trimble, 11F,
with his dogs.

Yeah, we can see that.

- Want the dogs' names, too?
- OK.

Thank you.

Last entry into the building,
food delivery guy.

To which apartment?

You mean you didn't
interview him?

We had a confession.

30 minutes
to deliver takeout?

Did you check
with DoorJet

to see if they had
a delivery scheduled

to that building that night?

Mr. Humphreys, will you
just take another look?

Don't you think it's time
that you called me Pence?

Pence.

You have warm eyes.

Eyes are the window
to the soul.

You know what?

Clichés are clichés
for a reason.

It's because our brains
gravitate to what is familiar.

We want patterns,
things that fit together.

And I'm trapped in
a wilderness of ambiguities.

I wouldn't wish this
on my worst enemies,

not even the man
on the security video,

whoever he is.

You expect my client
to remember

if his wife ordered food
the night she was killed?

Well, nobody else
in that building did.

You know how we know that?
Because we checked.

Then why didn't police find
any evidence

of takeout in the apartment?

I do know that man.

I do. I do. It's...

He delivered food
to your apartment?

No, he--he--he came to
the apartment about a month ago

to pick up Virginia.

I remember it was snowing,
and his--

his--his galoshes tracked
puddles into the library.

Winnie bellowed
like a bull-roarer.

That's Virginia's nephew.
That's Kevin.

You have warm eyes.

His are--they're cold.

What's your boy
Chilly's real name?

Why, so you can call Dallas PD
and have them pick him up?

Maybe.

I'd rather not say.

So you're gonna keep
protecting a murderer?

Chilly is the only reason
I'm alive.

Look, man, you're not half
a hitman from Juarez anymore.

You're a NYPD officer.

And why do you think I became
a cop in the first place?

Penance.
I get it.

I didn't kill anyone, Sarge.

We all make mistakes, OK?

And even in the NYPD,
there's room for redemption.

But you don't think
Benson sees it like that?

You're not asking
for my advice,

but I'ma give it to you anyway.

Show your loyalty to her,

not me, not the NYPD,

and definitely
not someone guilty

of an unsolved double murder
in Fort Worth.

So that's the nephew.
What do we know about him?

Kevin Wise, 20 years old.
He's unemployed.

And he has an alibi
for the night of?

Yeah, he says he was
home alone on SugarFap.

He even thought ahead.

He left his computer open
to some cam girl

who vouched for him, but then
the unis found a checkbook

from the Humphreys' joint
account in a garbage bag

under his bed.
- OK, so enough to arrest.

Do we have enough to convict?

His DNA is not
on the rape kit.

So what do you need?

Pence Humphreys to ID him.

I--I--I don't know.

Hold on.
Let's just slow down, Pence.

- I don't know.
- Can we take another look?

It's been five minutes, counselor.

He'll take as long
as he takes.

Hey, Pence, look at me.

Look at me.

Just take a breath.

Now, look back.

Look back.

Do you see the man
who tracked puddles

into your apartment
a month ago,

the man who made Winnie bellow?

Yeah, it's number one.

Number one. I'm positive.

That's--that's
Virginia's nephew, Kevin.

He was in our apartment.

Winnie gave him a towel
to wipe off his galoshes.

It's--it's number one.

OK, I need a minute
with my client,

and we will be making a motion
to dismiss all charges.

- That's not happening.
- Good luck, counselor.

What does that mean?
It wasn't him?

No, it wasn't,

but you know that.

- I do?
- Let me drive you home, Pence.

You know what?
I--I need a second.

Go ahead.
I'll be right there.

- Can we still make this case?
- I have to call the 8th floor.

We still have a few cards
we can play.

Let's start with
Kevin's Aunt Virginia.

You don't think
she'll protect him?

Not if I charge her
with obstruction.

Why did you lie?

This disease is like
the teeth of God

biting into a liqueur chocolate
and sucking all the memories

out of your head
like a maraschino cherry,

and there is no cure.

I'm afraid all days will
suffer the agony of breaking,

so I would rather go down
like this,

in prison.

The moment those
cell doors close,

I won't remember
where I am or why.

That stupid kid in there...

He's going to remember everything.

Some memories are worse
than prison.

Is that fair to Winnie?

Is that what she would want?

Winnie is still with me.

We have been more in love in
the last few years than ever.

Before, I--I was--
I was logical.

I was objective,
"King of the Moon."

But since the diagnosis,
everything changed.

In different sliver of moon,

it's full...

And maybe--
maybe even a little forgiving.

And Winnie knows that.

No one knows that
more than Winnie.

We already explained
those items.

Yeah, that they were given
to your client by his aunt?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, that's right.

No, not according to
her statement to the DA.

She wants nothing
to do with you.

Oh, and there's more.

She IDed these rings
and these bracelets

as belonging to Mrs. Humphreys.

We found them in your
girlfriend's apartment.

It's over.

- I didn't mean to kill her.
- Kevin, stop talking.

Counselor,
if this goes to trial,

the jury's going to hear
about the 40-year love story

of a woman who was
smothered without mercy,

and he'll get no mercy.

How did you get the key,
Kevin?

I stole it from
my aunt's purse.

She told me these
stories about how

this guy was mad rich,
threw $40,000 in a trash chute

by accident.

And you figured
that nobody was

going to notice what you took?

I needed money.

DoorJet don't pay as much
as people think.

Tell me what happened.
Don't lie to me.

I waited for somebody
to leave, got into the lobby.

I went up to the
Humphreys' apartment.

I was trying to be quiet,
but she must have woke up.

She came out of the
bedroom screaming.

I told her to be quiet,
but she wouldn't.

So I--I pushed her down.

I put a pillow over her face.

She's old.

She just died.

The homicide detectives
said that they--

they found her
nightgown pulled up.

I didn't rape her.
I swear to God.

But you thought about it.

Kevin,

we all build walls
within ourselves around...

around the ugly things
that we've done.

And sometimes those walls
can be more confining than--

than prison.

I need you to be honest
with us now, kay?

I have been.

Kevin, somebody put
that blanket over her

to preserve her dignity,

or maybe they were preserving
their own dignity.

From what?

From what you did.

It's OK.

OK, yeah,
I did it with her.

But...

it was before she was dead.

And I used a condom.

- Close your case?
- The kid confessed.

Carisi is going for
rape and murder one.

- What about the husband?
- Pence?

He is in an empty apartment,

alone for the rest of his life.

Where's Velasco?

Sent him home
to take a shower.

- He tell you the truth?
- Yeah, he told me the truth.

He's ready to tell you.

And I think everyone
deserves a second chance.

I'll consider it.

I was impressed
with Churlish.

Really, Fin?
Another stray?

Have her come see me tomorrow.

So Sarge catch you up?

He did.

You should know that
your drug test came back.

- And?
- It was positive.

Positive for what?

Powdered sugar.

You know, Captain, if my
loyalty was ever questioned,

I think that--

I feel bad for you, Velasco.

Bad?

Bad how?

Because you're 180 pounds of
water in the shape of a man,

and you take on the shape
of anything

that you're poured into.

Duarte asked you
to flip a banger,

and you end up playing
just as dirty as the guy

that we're hunting.

I mean,
up until now, Velasco,

you've been living
a performance,

not a life.

That changes now.

Understood?

What do you want me to do?

You owe a debt to
the two people that were killed,

even though they
were drug dealers.

It doesn't have
to happen today,

and it doesn't have
to happen tomorrow.

But you will find that friend,

and you will bring him
to justice.

Captain, wait.
People change, you know?

Velasco, being a cop
isn't some sort of penance.

Putting your friend away
for murder is.

So that's what it takes for
me and you to be all right?

That's what it takes for me
and you to be all right.

"King of the Moon.

"Once upon a time,
there was a boy

"named Jack who lived on Earth.

"Jack loved looking up
at the night sky

"and dreaming about
all the wonderful things

"that might be out there.

"One night,
while gazing up at the moon,

Jack had a magical dream."

"In his dream, he was
transported to the moon..."

"Where he found himself
all alone.

"At first, Jack was a little
scared to be all by himself

"on the moon.

"But as he explored,
he began to see

"the benefits of being alone.

"There was no one
to laugh at him

"or to make fun
of his stutter.

"So Jack decided to
make the moon his home.

"He built a fort made
out of moon rocks,

"and he spent his days exploring
and having adventures.

"As the days went by,
Jack began to love

"living on the moon, more love
than he had found on Earth.

"And he was able to be himself

"without anyone seeing
all his flaws.

"But no matter how
much fun he had,

"Jack always knew that he
would have to return to Earth

"someday, and he would
need to find someone

"who loved him the way
he loved the moon

"despite its many craters.

"Eventually, Jack's time
on the moon came to an end,

"and he had to say goodbye
to his fort

and to all the adventures
that he had there."

Perendinate.

P-E-R-E-N...

D-E...

N-A-T-E.

"But even though
he was back on Earth,

"Jack never forgot his time
as king of the moon.

"And he knew that one day,
he would return again

"and reign as its king
once more.

"But this time, this time,

with his queen by his side."

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Winifred.