Last week on Wild Palms:
- What the hell is all this? - Your marriage was arranged.
Coty isn't your son.
Grace. Grace!
I'm going to do some cutting now, okay?
Now... we have begun.
No!
- Hiro's coming. - Hiro?
Escaping!
You knew my father? - No.
But the senator did.
Tell me your secrets.
And Tara will be free.
No! No!
What is that, Grace?! Come on!
Hello.
Well, well, the illustrated man. Come on, let's have a look.
Thing of beauty!
- What's it all about? - Ushio. Your tattoo artist.
He took something from us.
We offered him money to get the stolen goods back, it wasn't enough.
He marked you because he knew I'd be annoyed. Which I am.
But don't worry, Harry. All is well.
I saw Eli Levitt last week.
He said you knew my father.
Indeed, I did.
And he was the real thing. The Chickie of his clay.
Old Dex was legendary for two things.
The purity of his LSD...
and the fact that he was never seen in public without a tie.
Your father wanted to use computers to free the brain from the body.
New, this was the '70s There wasn't even video.
The critics dismissed him as an acid casualty. Which he was.
What happened?
Blew his face off with a shotgun.
Because of the recoil...
the coroner determined that that the first shot was not fatal.
Ten minutes later, Dex finished the job.
And I have always wondered...
what went through his mind those last 10 minutes.
- How's my Houdini? - A little shaky.
Some escape you pulled. Chickie taught you good stuff, huh?
My head hurts. They gave me something in jail.
Mimezine.
I'm okay.
Only thing is that I seem to see cathedrals.
Cathedrals?
Yeah. That's the main side effect of the drug so far.
I mean, I really see them.
Well, next time you do, just look. Don't go inside and pray.
Tully, I'm sorry about your eyes.
I got your back. That's all that counts.
I can't believe it, I finally got the beach house.
- Sensational. - And all because of the senator.
Two million and change.
Everything we always wanted, Grace, and this is just the beginning.
Hey, are you okay?
- They're buying you. - What?
- Can't you see what's happening? — Wait a minute.
- You wanted this too, remember? - I don't know you anymore.
Yeah, well, that makes two of us.
Why didn't you tell me Eli Levitt was your father?
- I couldn't. - Well, that's sort of strange, isn't it?
I mean, we're married 12 years and you'd lie about something like that.
What else are you lying about?
I didn't want to bring you into it. I thought they'd leave us alone.
They? They who, the mafia? What, did I marry into the mob, Grace?
I don't know who to believe. What to believe.
You sit here with your 18th nervous breakdown.
Oh, me with my nervous... One clay in the middle of Church Windows...
we'll find out our country no longer belongs to us and nobody will care!
Conspiracy from hell.
You know what? There is a conspiracy against all of us.
Either run to the hills with your tail between your legs...
or you stick it out and fight for the beach house!
- Spoken like a true New Realist. - And what's wrong with that?
Well, for one thing, your son is a murderer...
and you stand here giving media lectures.
My son is a murderer?
Who'd he kill, Grace? Rocky and Bullwinkle?
Gavin Whitehope.
- Church Windows? - Whose Church?
The Church of Mimecom and the New Realists.
Connect the dots, people.
In Senator Kreutzer's constitution, the church and state are one.
Read that, it's very important.
Wanna kneel down at the Church of Mimecom?
Miss, can you tell me the time?
You want Senator Kreutzer telling you how to live?
Hiro?
Save your kids, save yourself.
Come on, people.
Remember the Star Trek thing we did?
You know, Spock and Kirk at the S&M bar.
- Beat me up, Scotty! - Beat me up, Scotty!
Sometimes I feel like I dreamed Japan.
Everyone in it.
How's your father?
He died four years ago.
In Tokyo's version of the Resort.
We can call them satoriums.
Our best people seem to vanish into thin air.
They're in the temples now.
Synthiotics, in the temples.
I'm caught, Hiro.
I'm stung me and I can't move.
See my bracelets?
There is a way out, Grace.
You've got to talk to Harry.
You know the danger he's in. You're the only one he'll listen to.
They've got their hooks in him.
Try.
New, pull yourself together.
If he doesn't listen, then you run.
To where, Hiro?
Where are we all going to run?
To paradise?
Mr. Levitt?
I'm Elijah Whitehope.
I'm Gavin's son.
They murdered my father.
I wanna help you.
Chocolate cookies.
Tell them Josie brought them to you.
They're laced with Mimezine.
Honey, I'm home.
What's going on?
I heard a scream.
I fell asleep and had a nightmare...
You can go.
How was the game?
I need a new handicap.
I know just how you feel.
Hey, Cookie Monster.
Josie brought them.
Cookies from Josie?
That's enough to make anybody scream.
When are they gonna let me go, Chap?
Soon as you give him the Go-chip.
It doesn't exist, Chap. It's a fiction.
- Just like Tara, huh? - Tara's real.
Maybe she's just like a song.
I mean, where does a song go when you're not singing it?
That's one for the philosophers.
Wait, wait, wait.
I made something for you... on keyboard.
It's a custom program.
- Not tonight, I got a headache. - Oh, come on, Chap.
I worked really hard on it.
What we do for love.
I'm a good whore, go where I'm kicked.
And you ought to do the same.
This better be good.
Puppy dog...
What a lurid little dive.
Puppy dog, you disappoint me.
Five, six, seven, eight...
Hi, I'm Tara. So good to finally meet you.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't wanna kill anybody.
Why don't you leave Tara alone?
All of you. Just leave Tara alone.
Oh, I can't stop thinking about that Miss Alabama.
That kiss.
Sex is the monster in the box.
Major research area. We just don't talk about it.
Love among consenting holograms.
I have a little surprise for you, Harry.
I found an old photo of your father.
You're kidding.
What you're about to see is a 3-D animated rendering...
with texture mapping and full-motion algorithms.
That's easy for you to say.
It's only a 30-second program. Not very elaborate.
This is my father?
Looks more like Dex than Dex did.
Harry, my son.
No.
The voice is a little hinky.
We kluged it from a game show host.
It is an honest ghost...
that, let me tell you.
Hamlet. My idea.
That's really in poor taste, Tony.
- He keeps staring at me. - It ends with a hug. Come on.
- Come on, don't be shy. Come on. - No, that's enough.
Go ahead. Storm the memory palace.
Today is the first day of the rest of your wife.
Hiro.
What happened?
Your father escaped last night.
Can you take me to him?
Hello, Grace.
It's good to see you here after all these years.
It's not safe here, Grace.
There is no safe anymore.
You sent me away once. Never again.
I can't stay in their world anymore.
- I know, baby. I know. - They took my son.
I know that now.
I'm not going back.
I'm glad you're here.
It's showtime.
Ladies and gentlemen, Tully and Stitch...
in the Honeymooners.
Hey, Josie.
Tommy and Eli have escaped.
I'm so scared.
What are we gonna do?
Well, honey, just take a deep breath and repeat after me.
Everything must go.
Tara is going to suffer for your cruelties.
They sent a virus after your fragile black paramour.
It will catch her and eat her.
Just like a Grimm's fairy tale.
Here.
Take a look.
I'm here.
It's all right.
Nappin9-
Had a nightmare.
It's always the same.
Always.
Always the same.
Daddy...
There's nothing there.
Only dunes. And he hands me a shovel.
I'm only a boy and it's hard to dig the sand.
And he grabs the shovel...
In seconds he digs a great pit.
And he orders me in.
Then...
I climb into the pit.
Don't think about it anymore.
Paige...
Will I ever leave this earth?
Yes.
Chickie Levitt...
is a legless little liar.
And he's holding out on me.
It's a fiasco of red herrings.
They're alchemists, Paige.
Ushio and his 47 Ronin.
Do you know what infinity is to them? It's a cologne you dab behind the ears.
It's that easy. They know what to do with the memories of old men.
Tony, you have a fever.
No, no, no. Don't humor me.
They'll be coming after me now.
Tommy and that Lord of the Flies...
Eli Levitt.
Come here, Paige. Come closer.
I'm gonna put the tape on now.
Do you mind?
What's the matter?
I'm tired, that's all.
Well, here. A little Mimezine will pick you up.
You're sick.
It's Harry.
You're in love with him, aren't you?
I'm not in love with anyone.
I don't even know what the word means.
You fixed all that.
Happy?
Sorry to bother you.
I was just having a drink.
I was just in the neighborhood and there was a pile-up down the road.
There was bodies all over the place...
I was just wondering maybe in could...
use your phone, freshen up, have a drink or something.
Still mad at me?
Look, I know I was rough on you in Kyoto.
But I was angry.
I'm over it.
Want to patch things up.
It's... It's not that. I'm glad you came.
I'm just feeling sorry for myself, that's all.
Oh, that is such a turn-on to me.
- Mind if I join you? - Drink?
Yes.
What are you feeling sorry about?
Well...
My marriage is in shambles.
My wife thinks I've become this off-the-wall cultist...
seduced by money and power.
Is she right?
The thought's crossed my mind.
What else you feeling sorry about?
Well, let's see.
Never get to know my daddy.
My hairline's receding.
Nobody likes my beach house.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. - Got funny tattoos.
Your turn.
Apart from being scared all the time?
I wake up at night and I can't breathe.
Let's get out of here.
Where?
Oh, I don't know. Some place we can get a few laughs. We deserve that.
Good evening.
- Right this way. - Where'd you hear about this place?
I'm a cross-dresser. Thank you.
So did the senator talk about my father?
No, he told me you had a conversation.
Hey, do you think he's crazy?
A little.
You know what he said to me? He said he was running for president.
And he wanted me to be in his Cabinet.
Just draw the line when he asks you to wear the pink pillbox hat.
I don't know, he said he's harnessed the soul...
and locked it inside a household shrine...
- the television set. - You've seen him on Laugh Attack.
Put your hands together for the very strange...
very bitter comedy stylings of Stitch Walker!
All right, so I'm drinking. How very unprofessional of me.
Sorry, I got pressures. I'm only human, okay.
See, see? This ain't some guest shot on Church Windows.
Let's get into some trouble tonight. Let's talk about...
Senator Tony Kreutzer.
He of the New Reality and the messiah complex.
Sieg Heil! Sieg hologram!
Sieg Mimecom!
This is a scary guy, This Tony K. This senator person.
I'm telling you. Read any of his books?
Pretty bad, even for sci-fl.
All about old white guys who think they're god. Does this ring a bell people?
Hey, where are you going? Don't go. This is very important.
We elected this guy, this is what I don't understand.
He kills people. We're letting him!
These things called Perceptories. They aren't hospitals.
- Harry let's go. - No, no. I want to hear this.
Tully Woiwode, the artist? Remember him?
He had a beautiful sister, man. Had a beautiful sister.
She's gorgeous. They blew her head off in Griffith Park.
Hey, let go of me, man.
Let's get out of here.
- Harry. - Paige.
- Hey, Paige! Where are you? - Wait. Wait!
Harry-Harryl _ Paige!
Paige!
All right, you.
Up against the wall.
What is going on? Who are you, police?
I'm an attorney.
- Hey, look at this. - What?
You see his hand? He's a Father.
Why didn't you say?
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And now. Back to WC's Saturday night at the movies...
Hey, what's the matter, little man?
Mommy left with a Japanese man.
She what? When?
She said I wasn't her son, that I was bad...
that I killed that fat man with a knife.
Where's Deirdre?
They took her. Dad, I'm scared.
Come here.
Look, Mommy's sick.
She doesn't mean the things she says.
I'm here, now, Coty. Dad's here. Everything's gonna be okay.
I love you, Dad. Yeah, I love you too.
I'm sorry I called you so early.
That's all right. Harry. What's going on.
Have you heard from her?
No.
Josie's just left with Coty.
He said she was with a man.
You know, maybe she's been seeing someone else all along.
Who could blame her.
I didn't tell you what happened last night.
I was in this club with Paige.
And there was this...
raid of some kind. And these cops or whatever the hell they were...
they grab me...
and then when they saw the tattoo, they released me.
Harry. Wait a minute.
No, they just let me go. Like I was one of them.
Grace is unstable. She's taken your daughter.
And you're talking about nightclubs.
It's crazy, I know.
Harry. You've got to go to the police.
Police?
There's no police.
Maybe it's the other way around.
Maybe there's nothing but police.
- I Qotta go. — Harry.
Harry!
I want Chickie moved.
To where?
Anywhere.
Just do it.
And I'm leaving it to you to find Grace.
It's a little late in the day to have your neurotic daughter...
gum up the works.
I have got to stop eating. I look like Cass Elliot.
Earth to Paige.
Any general insights to share with the group?
No. None. Sorry.
You went to the club with Harry.
Any good jokes?
I'm not a real big fan of comedy.
She wasn't paying attention.
Too busy drooling over Harry.
You're really pathetic.
Don't you ever talk to me that way, do you understand? Ever!
She's the only one who can really get to him.
I guess that's the way it should be.
In a few weeks, I'll be announcing my candidacy for president.
On Monday, the Wild Palms Group...
will issue a terse press release.
And it will read:
Senator Tony Kreutzer of California...
has announced his engagement and imminent marriage...
to longtime aide, Paige Katz.
Let us pray.
The wind is old and still at play.
While I must hurry upon my way.
And I am running to Paradise.
Very much. Thank you very much.
Synthiotics is all things to all...
- I'm so glad you could come. - The senator had a great notion.
People like you and me might need help to finding the garden...
so he's built us this wonderful church.
So we'd like to invite you to join us.
Yes, this was his second.
I'm a survivor of the disaster of Boca Raton.
- That's all I have. - Thank you. Bless you, sir.
- Tommy? - Act like you're being hassled.
Tommy, what's going on?
- Grace and Deirdre are fine. - Where are they?
I can't tell you that.
Meet me Sunday at noon, Court of Psalms. The cemetery.
- Are you all right, you need money? — No.
Thanks, old friend.
Remember these stories about me...
robbing people's houses when we were kids?
- Yeah, you only stole the mirrors. - I'm putting them all back now.
Flowers for you, Harry.
A bouquet of looking glasses. So see what you see. For old times.
Paige.
Don't look at me.
What are you doing here?
I need to talk.
I'm listening.
The senator entered politics in the late '70s.
Back then, my father was a well-respected journalist.
To him the senator was a dangerous man...
a demagogue.
He wrote a series of articles tying Kreutzer and Synthiotics...
to a shadowy vigilante group.
It cost the senator the election.
Men broke into our house and they took me away.
I was 3 years old.
The Fathers.
I never saw my parents again. And I was raised...
in New Realist foster homes.
Everything you've told me...
your lost little boy.
Lies.
Why, Paige?
To pull you in.
Are you with him now?
Before in college, when we first met.
They were grooming me to be his wife even then.
He was jealous of you...
that's why they sent me away. That's why they brought Grace in.
What are you saying?
Your marriage was arranged.
Two royal families.
Josie is the senator's sister.
Why did you do this to me?
They did it.
Is Coty my son?
What they did to that poor little boy. What they did.
Is Coty my son, Paige? Answer me.
I am wading through blood, Harry. I'm drowning.
- Who is he? Answer me, Paige! - God help me!
Answer me, Paige! Come on!
He's mine! I had him with the senator!
He was switched with your baby at birth!
Stolen!
The way they stole my life!
Harry! This is a surprise.
- Where's Coty? - Napping. Down below.
I need to see him. To look in his eyes. To see if it's true.
I hate resorting to cliche, but you look like you saw a ghost.
I did. Paige Katz.
You know, Harry? The women in your life are really going to hell.
- And you're driving the bus! - Don't get righteous with me.
Not now! You begged for this life. You wanted this life.
Did you think there wasn't a price to pay?
Did you think it's just about beach houses and Hockney lithographs?
About fooling around on your wife? Is that what you thought, Harry?
She tried to warn me all along.
She said...
- he wasn't ours. - Oh, she'll say anything!
I didn't want you to marry her.
That was the senator's idea.
Because of that marriage, you are going to be an historical figure...
- a rich one, at that. - I need to see Coty.
Hey.
Get off him! I said, get off him!
Go on down, Harry. Go below.
Because nothing matters.
You're with us now.
The palm at the end of the mind Beyond the last thought, rises.
In the bronze decor.
A gold-feathered bird Sings in the palm.
Without human meaning.
Without human feeling A foreign song.
Tommy, are you here?
Tommy?
Father.
Tourists like to come here. They're real morbid.
It's worse than The Day of the Locust.
- You never told me your name. - It's Peter. I know yours.
- Where do you live? - In the tunnels.
I'll take you to Tommy.
We're hitting the Yellow Brick Road, Harry. What do you need? A heart?
A brain? Courage?
I'll take a helping of each.
Hello, Josie.
Hello, Eli.
I missed you.
So did a lot of other people.
I'm truly sorry.
Sit down.
I thought it was time to make amends.
I never stopped loving you.
Sounds a little like a Channel 3 soap, no?
I expect you to be bitter.
What largesse.
Ten years locked up, Josie.
You murdered my wife, robbed me of my child...
She wasn't your wife. That was bigamy.
We were never legally divorced.
So, what do we do now, Josie?
Settle in the suburbs and barbecue by the pool?
Fly to Vegas and get hitched like Elvis and Priscilla.
Why the reunion, Josie?
I'll tell you why.
Because I am parched.
My brother loves the desert, not I.
Hunt the flood. To touch you...
to taste YOU... to smell you...
to start the holy war all over again.
Release Chickie, or there's nothing to talk about.
I'll give you Chickie...
for Grace.
You're no general! You're a mercenary.
A cannibal.
A pimp with the wings of a bat! I never wanted you. Any part of you!
Go down, Harry.
Through the deep end.
That's where you'll find her.
Deirdre!
I missed you so much, baby.
Forgive me, Grace.
It doesn't matter.
- Now that you're here. - He thought it was just a dream.
I told you one day you'd wake up at the watering hole.
Tomorrow we're going to the desert. We're gonna set the palms on fire.
We found her in the pool. We were about to flood.
- Was she alone? - We're checking the perimeters.
How'd you find us?
The boy gave me a map.
I smell Paige Katz. Unmistakable.
The smell of sea breeze, skunk and death.
They moved your son.
The senator knows your plans.
He moved Chickie from the desert to a safe house in Hollywood...
the place they killed Gavin Whitehope.
Liar. She's lying.
The bride of Frankenstein, a liar? Say it isn't so.
I'm telling the truth!
What do you think, Harry? Is she telling the truth?
I believe her.
There's more.
At 4:00 the senator's going to see your son.
He thinks Chickie has some kind of techno-shamanistic key to eternity.
Kreutzer said that he'd tear the secret from Chickie's bones, if he had to.
In less than an hour.
You will take us to this safe house, Miss Katz.
And if I do not leave with my son, we will surely gut you in the street.
I'm going with you.
No, Harry... go to the senator.
You haven't seen him since that business on the yacht with Coty.
He's probably worried about your allegiance.
Renew it.
Keep him from his appointment with my son.
He'll bring too many with him. We won't stand a chance.
Be our Trojan horse, Harry.
And remember, there are no politics.
Only fathers and beach houses.
It's the Mimezine.
Maybe you should stay.
No way. It's not gonna happen.
We're going to get Chickie.
Grace, I'm sorry for everything.
Look, Eli says the tunnels aren't safe.
Take Deirdre to the house.
They won't think of looking for you there.
I'll come tonight.
Flood the pool! We're moving out!
Come on.
Okay. Breath slowly now.
Just relax. It'll be all right.
You now what I love?
I love the men who slash paintings of the old masters.
See the palms out there, Harry?
Shivering in the blue skies.
The simple mysticism of a windy clay.
You know what I told the senator?
I said, “Today is a day for unicorns.'
You were good to me. But I'm not that boy anymore.
Those Father Knows Best clays are over.
Only Fathers know best.
And there are so many enemies on the way to the garden.
It's all right, Chickie. We'll take you to the beach.
Tara? Tara?
- It's Daddy, it's Daddy. - Come on, Eli. He's dying.
We gonna take you to the water. Can you hold on?
Hold on!
Come on! Come on! Hurry!
Where's Tommy?
Come on, let's go! Come on!
- Stitch! Come on, move it! Move! - You can't leave him!
- We gotta go back for him! - Shut up, Tommy! Everyone, shut up!
Hurry!
Here we are, baby boy.
See?
We're at the water.
- Is this real? - Yeah.
Remember how Mama...
always brought you to the ocean when you got sick?
Where's the orchestra?
Orchestra?
I hear a symphony.
Chickie!
Grace?
Oh, no!
Now, where are you Grace?
Grace!
Hate to say it, but I like him so much better since he died.
That posthumous quality really makes me shiver.
They're gonna bring the girl in.
He's waiting for you.
Hi, Deirdre! Come here.
It's Auntie Tabba.
Come here.
Any problems?
No. - What sweetness you are.
What sweetness.
Will you need me for anything else?
No.
Good night, Tobias.
And thank you.