Last week on Wild Palms:
Is he still seeing the shrink?
Yeah. He's having nightmares.
An old lover of mine came into my office this morning.
- Paige. - I want you to help me find my son.
He disappeared five years ago.
I had the dream again last night.
If you're afraid of the rhino, the dream goes away.
Senator Tony Kreutzer.
I have seen the future.
And it is Channel 3.
Who did that to you?
Church of the Fathers.
Would they have taken my baby and given me the son of another?
Answer me, Father.
We're talking two groups, political enemies.
The Fathers and the Friends.
I will come for you all.
And you will help me, Harry Wyckoff.
That's why you were born.
No. Tommy!
This is how it begins.
Paige, wait.
I wanna know why you don't return my calls.
Harry, I've been out of town. An emergency.
- What is it? What's going on? - I need to talk to you about Tommy.
Drop it, Harry. It's done.
Wait, I can't drop it. He's my closest friend!
Your closest friend took my little boy away from me!
I know. You keep saying that, but I don't believe it.
He was in love with me.
Tommy?
That night that you introduced us, he hit on me heavily.
That's not Tommy.
I thought he was just loaded...
trying to be funny. Harry's wild-man best friend.
But he was pretty out of control.
A year later, you and I were fighting.
You said some terrible things.
Tommy came over. We got drunk.
I can wing the rest.
- The omnivorous Paige Katz. - It never happened again.
When you and I split up...
Tommy thought I'd want to be with him.
He became obsessed. He even started working for the senator to be near me.
- Tommy worked for the senator? - He rose to First Tier Synthiotics.
Then they caught him trying to steal Mimecom software.
It broke the senator's heart.
That's when Tommy joined the Friends.
Why would he take your son?
Revenge.
Because he couldn't have me.
The Friends said it was political.
A retaliation against the senator and his people.
Peter's kidnapping was an act of personal terrorism.
And nothing more.
'The senator and his people“?
The Fathers.
The senator founded the Fathers.
I thought you knew.
I got a pile of work that needs to be handled before the Windows debut.
- Why did you want me down here? - Just for a little demo.
- I've seen the damn demo. - Not this, you haven't.
- We're gonna add a little twist. - Like what?
Like, drink this.
- Like, what is this? - Mimezine.
A.K.A. "pharm juice." It's experimental.
- From your yoga friends, right? - True media freaks, what can I say?
I don't know. What exactly is this stuff?
It's an em pathogen.
Brewed up by rogue neuropharmacologisls.
Only lasts two minutes.
- What are the side effects? - Just one.
It'll change your life.
No delayed dental-chair orgasms?
Not as long as you floss.
I don't know, Gav.
I don't think we should do this at work. Maybe the weekend.
Why are you being such a prude? Where's your sense of adventure?
Well...
- Nobody knows? - Nobody knows.
Drink.
Now what?
Purple haze all in my brain.
Are you experienced, Harry?
Can you be serious for a minute?
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
Hope you like Wagner.
May I talk to you a moment?
Hello.
I just wanted to thank you personally for your vote, judge.
- Gavin, what is this? - It's the Mimezine.
It's flooding your cerebral cortex.
I saw the way you looked at me on-stage.
I wanted you to touch me.
Go on, Harry.
The adaptors tracking your hands.
The Mimezine will give the illusion of touch.
You made me queen of the pageant.
Now I'll make you king...
- with my mouth. - Go for it, Harry.
Yes. Yes.
We have contact!
It was the weirdest thing I've ever experienced.
Was it legal, what he gave you?
Mimezine? It's not even classified yet.
It works on the lower brain.
They're tapping into some kind of...
primordial, cortical weirdness. I don't know.
What they've been talking about is true, Grace.
There is a new reality.
Hail, Synthiotics.
Hey.
What's the matter?
Just a little tired, I guess.
- You been drinking, Grace? - A little vermouth.
Helps me with my diary of a mad housewife.
I'm feeling very '20's lately.
Very Zelda Fitzgerald.
I'm a flapper without fins.
A|| right.
Let's dry you off.
No. Just a little while longer.
Tell me more about your little tryst.
A love-struck beauty-pageant queen.
Brings a whole new spin to infidelity.
Let's be scientific, may we?
If you were to compare the way she kissed...
Wait a minute. It wasn't really a kiss. It was a head thing.
But for argument's sake...
how would she rate... next to Paige Katz?
There isn't anything between Paige and me.
Nothing but blood and tissue...
and hot, hot tears.
Excuse me...
while I slip into a warm coma.
Grace?
Grace.
My God, Grace.
You know what Japan is, Harry?
It's a pretty little girl...
who throws up to stay thin.
Post-suicidal musings... by Grace Wyckoff.
When I was little...
Mama used to take me to Hiroshima...
for the kabuki.
There was one about this deformed princess...
born with her hand in a fist.
Someone turned her into a whore.
Why did you do it, Grace?
Why?
Because we like you.
I feel like an animal...
that knows it's gonna die.
Full of ghosts, kabuki.
I always loved the ghosts.
Never scared me.
They scare me now, Harry.
They scare me now.
Gavin?
What's happening?
We're sorry to hear about Grace.
Come here, I wanna show you something.
Say hello, Stitch Walken. Come.
How are you doing, Harry? I just flew in from the perceptory.
And, boy, is my mind tired.
You've probably seen him on cable. He's hilarious.
Mind telling me what's going on?
Who are you, Marvin Gaye? What's going on?
Stitch does this bit about laundry. Do that bit for him. Go on.
My relationship was in the toilet, Harry.
The old lady and I were fighting all the time.
So Mom finally threw me out.
For the first time in my life, I had to do my own laundry.
Took me three months.
Everything said “wash separately.“
Do you love it?
What is this, Gavin?
Am I dreaming?
No, it's okay, you're fine.
Down, down, down.
Through the pool of tears.
Welcome, Harry.
What the hell is all this?
These are the tunnels the Friends built.
And these are the hands that dug the tunnels.
And these are the eyes that watched the hands that dug.
What happened to you?
Had a makeover.
Josie and I put our heads together, came up with a whole new look.
It does have its advantages, Tully.
You don't have to be designated driver anymore.
Someone tell me what the hell is going on.
Still having the visions, Harry.
The rhino's key, Harry. We all saw the rhino.
Not everyone sees the rhino.
I'd kill for some onion soup.
Lose your self-importance.
No one cares about Harry Wyckoff.
You think the senator cares?
Look, I'm not interested in anything political. Okay?
Just let me go. Gavin, I have a family.
- A semblance of a family. - The depression the country
went through was planned, Harry.
- And the Florida bomb? - Ninety thousand dead.
Know what one of our Southern senators called it?
A cotton burn-off, Harry. A controlled fire.
No terrorists involved.
Strictly government.
Boca Raton was a premeditated nuclear event...
that conferred extraordinary new powers on the police.
The Liberty Bell, textbook stuff.
Within two years, the Friends were decimated...
murdered or locked up in desert hospitals.
Wake up, Harry.
You're having a very important nightmare.
- Why are you telling me all this? — Wanna wind up like Tommy?
What's the matter with him? Where's he?
- They're closing him with Mimezine. — No.
We're the shock troops of reality, Harry, don't you understand?
Go see Grace's father.
Eli Levitt. Smart man.
- Her father? - Your marriage was arranged, Harry.
Coty isn't your son.
He was conceived in a Synthiotics house in upstate New York...
and delivered in a bungalow at the Beverly Hills Hotel.
Bought and sold, property of the Fathers.
That much we know.
Help us, Harry.
Think about where you came from.
I know you've been trying to remember. Think.
Think. Think.
Think.
They said I was living in an old safe house...
from the early clays in the Movement.
There's this huge network of tunnels.
Like a subway for paranoids.
And where did you surface?
I was blindfolded. Somewhere near the beach.
I haven't had a chance to drain the pool to see if it was just a dream.
You've been under stress.
Grace's hospitalization hasn't helped.
They said crazy things about my marriage.
About my son.
Sick as this sounds, I wish I'd seen the rhino.
That way, I would have known it was a dream.
Help! Help me!
Help! Help! Help me!
They're chasing me. Help, they're chasing me.
Get in!
Thanks, mister.
Say, wait a minute.
- You're Cow Wyckoff. — How do you know my name'?
I met you at the house.
I work with your clad at Channel 3.
- They wanna kill me. - Who wants to kill you?
What were you doing out there with those maps?
Peter called.
He said he was in trouble.
- Peter? - You know who Peter is.
That's why you stopped. You thought I was him.
- The tattoos? - It's only paint.
- Why? - Peter said...
I had to make it look like it was him.
Where is he?
Peter.
I'm really sorry about that.
It's not supposed to hurt, by the way.
It wears off.
I just wanted to talk to you.
You know, I made up all the stuff about Peter being here.
This is a hard time for us.
Exciting, but hard.
I'm sure you know about Mom being in the hospital.
There's lots of pressure on Dad too.
Windows, the new job.
Everyone thinks he's doing a great job, though.
It's just extra hard when the Friends tell him...
a bunch of stuff that isn't true.
You know what's funny to think about?
You love food so much.
But you're never gonna eat again.
Not an egg or a strawberry...
even a little baby pea.
They're going to come in soon and talk to you about Peter.
It won't be so bad.
They showed me how...
but I'm a little nervous.
I'm going to do some cutting now, okay?
- Hi there. - Hi.
Are you visiting someone?
My mother.
- What's your name? - Peter.
I'm Grace.
Did they put you in a bathtub with a cover...
and a little hole to stick your head through?
Not that I know of.
That's what they did to Olivia de Havilland in The Snake Pit.
I have her house on my map.
The place that she used to live.
May I see the terrace?
The eagle has landed.
- My mother? - You're going home in style.
She brought a limo.
I'll be right there.
Peter?
I told you, Tommy's at Central Jail.
That's not what I've heard, Paige.
Anyway, I called there. They have no record of Tommy Lazlo.
- We'll talk about it later. - Paige.
It's beautiful. It's for meditation?
Tell me what you see.
You know, like a Rorschach.
What is this, Zen Freudism?
People usually say:
“Islands in the sea...
"mountains in the clouds..."
Dogs in the water, maybe?
- Dogs in the water? - Yeah.
See? Paddling.
The rocks look like little heads in the water.
- I haven't heard that before. - Did I fail the serenity test?
- Harry, Harry. - Hey, boss.
How does my garden grow?
Oh, it's beautiful.
Incredible. I really love it.
You recognize it?
It's a... Zen garden.
- The Zen garden. - The Zen garden.
Ryoa nji in Kyoto.
Faithful to the centimeter.
Harry says it looks like clogs in the water.
- I was kidding. - I love that.
Then I wasn't kidding.
He looked at Ryoanji...
and saw dogs in the water.
That's kick-ass haiku.
Anton was going to have the real thing brought over, stone by stone.
- Seriously? - Damn right.
Yakuza, who'd steal the whole damn garden for me.
They never did recover the pieta.
If ell in love.
The first time I saw it.
That was 30 years ago.
You're going to Kyoto. Both of you.
Soon as Windows debuts.
- Why? - I want you to pick something up.
Part of the Go game.
You've played Go, haven't you, Harry?
As in, “everything must“?
Paige is a hell of a guide.
She'll show you the Tao.
And I'm not talking Dow Jones.
I can't believe they killed Gavin.
You're not gonna get depressed, are you?
- Hey, don't be a wise guy. - I wasn't being a wise guy.
You're being a wise guy. Watch you mouth.
I'm not depressed, darling.
It's awful.
I hope they catch whoever's responsible.
One of Gavin's kids is a cop. Maybe it's a retaliation.
Is this suitable table talk?
What time is it? What time is it, Grammy?
You know, little guy, you're worse than Christmas morning.
Can we excuse...
- this perceptual-motion machine? - Go ahead, take your sister.
I'm glad he's excited.
I'm about to heave.
Honey, why don't we get away for a couple of days.
Just take a drive, maybe up to Big Sur.
Yeah, sure, when I get back.
The senator wants me to go to Kyoto.
When?
Wednesday morning.
- I'll go. - Don't be desperate, darling.
You're just back on your feet. The last thing you want is travel.
It's just a business trip. Literally, I'm gonna be there for 48 hours.
Harry, come on. I'll be incognito.
I'll wear these big old Jackie O Sunglasses...
and stow away in first class. The senator won't even notice me.
Grace.
I'm flying over with Paige Katz.
She speaks fluent Japanese. She has personal relationships...
- with the people I'm going to meet. - It's okay.
- Are you sure? — It's fine.
Daddy, it's on.
It's 8:00. Come on.
- Okay. - Did you check the box?
Yeah, yeah. The box should be working.
“Should“? That's all we need.
- Harry, you're gonna break it. - There.
- See? Bunch of worriers. I know... - There it is!
- Harry, is it up? - It's up. It's up.
- Is the adaptor on? - It's on. It's on.
- It's on. - Quiet, quiet.
Cool.
Not bad.
- Could use a little fixing up. - But, Ma, it's a church.
We handle all kinds...
of unusual properties.
Moved a young couple...
into an old mortuary last week.
Very chic.
To die for.
Don't you love it?
When did you say you lost your husband?
Nice segue.
A year ago. The strange thing is, he was a minister.
Why, then this is perfect.
The price is right. It's close to the schools...
and to God.
He's a local call.
Not everyone can say they have the Almighty...
as a landlord.
Em |Ord_\\.
Now... we have begun.
- What was that? - It's a holographic tape of Chap.
Ushio is mad about the '60s.
I should have worn my Beetle boots.
So you met before?
- This mysterious Ushio? — No.
Thank you.
An honor to finally meet you.
Paige Katz.
Terrific! I knew it!
I smelled the lotion.
So much Oiseaux.
Lovely but overpowering.
Next time I'll dilute it.
I smell it on Harry Wyckoff.
Are you enjoying Kyoto, Mr. Wyckoff?
It's lovely. I haven't seen much of it.
Will you have time to see the Golden Pavilion?
I'd like that very much.
I'm afraid this is a very short trip.
My wife was pretty upset that I didn't bring her along.
What's he saying?
That the senator made a good choice, having you represent him.
Yes. Terrific choice.
How is Chickie Levitt?
- Chickie Levitt? - Yes. How is he?
He's well.
Harry visited Chickie just before he left.
He's fragile.
But seems happy.
How extraordinary.
Chickie's been ill.
What a delight, Ms. Katz.
What do they take me for?
Umbrella maker?
Sorry, we're through with you.
- There's nothing for you here. - You promised us.
A message to the senator.
Ms. Katz.
He wants the Go chip.
No Go.
Goodbye, Mr. Chip.
- Please, wait. - In my room.
That's where I belong.
The Beach Boys sure had it right.
What the hell is going on?
Someone's playing a game.
- Go back in the morning. - Why did they ask me about Chickie?
Chickie works for us.
- He what? - I only found out myself two days ago.
You're lying.
I don't like being ambushed, Paige.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing here anyway.
Grace barely out of the hospital.
You're here because you wanted to be with me.
It just doesn't feel right.
Wanna go back to LA.
Please, wait.
No. It's okay. This geisha's going for a walk.
They might follow you. They're dangerous.
Who's dangerous, Paige? I wanna know. Tell me.
Who's dangerous?
Harry Wyckoff.
Who's there?
I'm a friend of Grace's.
Please. Off the streets.
I watched you at the club.
Yeah?
I didn't see you.
How do you know my wife?
Grade school.
First love.
Why did you follow me?
Those people. They worked for Josie Ito's husband.
- The one she murdered. - Murdered?
His company was a rival of Mimecom.
The senator wanted to merge, but Ito wouldn't deal.
And they found him with a sword through the roof of his mouth.
And Chickie Levitt?
Mimecom's bleeding his secrets.
You were sent for the most coveted.
A nanochip called "Go."
And the laughing old man?
Ushio Kawabata, Chickie's mentor.
- You met him once. - No, I would have remembered.
Under a different name. Tara.
- The ballerina. - In the Web...
people look any way they want.
This is too marvelous!
- What's happening? - They're Friends, Harry.
We have something for you.
Couldn't give it before.
Keep your asses away from me! Get away from me.
- Who the hell...? - Wyckoff!
Hold him. Hold him!
Here we go.
Hide and reveal.
- They don't want Chickie hurt. - Look, I think I know where he is.
- I'll make sure Chickie's safe. - Yes.
- Make sure, Harry. - I only met him once, damn it!
- Let me go and I'll help you. - "Let me go."
Everybody wants to go.
Especially our Senator Kreutzer.
He is the Go master.
And Josie... is the Go-Go girl!
- What are you gonna do? — In my room.
The whole world is like a tiny little room...
- don't you think, Harry? - No!
Everything must go!
From here to eternity.
No!
- Hi there. - Eileen.
Sorry about dropping in like this.
I've been drinking.
That's my boy.
He's a cop.
He didn't want me to come here. He's embarrassed.
Our little one's just 5, you know.
He doesn't know what's happened to his clad...
Eileen, I'm so sorry.
You know, the police showed me pictures of Gavin.
I don't know why they did that.
The papers said that it was political.
They said that it was the Friends.
A lie! It was the Fathers!
Damn them, Grace. Damn them to hell!
I'm not supposed to say that, but what difference does it make now?
You're not going to turn me in to Channel 3...
are you, Grace?
Hey, I almost forgot.
I brought you something. Here.
Where did you find this?
Gavin had it in his pocket when they found him.
I thought it belonged to one of the kids. Then I remembered...
the night we had dinner here.
Coty showed us his collection of sweet rhinoceri.
You know, Timmy, he's our youngest.
Timmy, he sings a song Gavin taught him.
What is that climbing up my stair?
It's not a boar.
It's not a bear.
And on its snout, it has a horn.
As odd as any unicorn.
But wait. There must be three or four.
Who've wobbled Through my kitchen door.
And though it sounds preposterous.
What happened to Gavin Whitehope?
Are you drunk?
- Did you hurt him? - Get off of me!
Answer me. Was Grammy with you?
Did she make you do it? Did she make you, baby?
- Did Grammy make you? - I did it myself.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God. What am I going to do?
- You're still my baby. - Let me go!
You're just a little boy.
I'm not gonna let them hurt you.
I thought they were gonna kill me.
A crazy voice kept going through my head, over and over:
“I'm going to die in a temple in Kyoto.“
Have you seen a doctor?
No.
I still don't know how I got back from the temple.
Paige found me the next morning, outside the house.
It was drizzling.
The perfect picture of a floating world.
An hour later, we were on the plane...
on our way back to LA.
- Mother. - Darling.
What a surprise. Gentlemen, this is my daughter, Grace.
What have you done to him?
- What are you talking about? - He's killing for you now!
My daughter's been ill. Please excuse us.
You've got a hell of a mouth on you.
Watch someone doesn't take a needle and sew it up.
You leave that little boy alone.
Don't insult me by pretending...
you don't know what's happening.
You knew from the beginning. Weak dog!
We have come too far to be terrorized...
by your prim sensitivities.
Do I make myself clear?
Answer me.
Yes.
- What are you doing? - It's Peter.
How did you get in the car?
Hiro's coming.
Hiro?
When? - Soon.
Who are you?
What are those.
They're pictures.
Pictures of the floating world.
- Harry, it's Grace. - Yes. Yes.
She's been upstairs for hours...
- watching holotapes of Coty. - Slow down.
It's... - Something creepy. — Okay.
Calm down, all right? Hold on to that.
Hello.
I like listening to the radio. Safer than the damn television.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
They don't usually allow visitors in the infirmary.
Guess you got juice.
- You have a flu? - A small case of mood poisoning.
Must be something I hate.
- I don't know exactly why I came here. - Join the club.
I know who you are.
- Grace told you? - No.
I had my suspicions.
The world would be a terrible place without them.
Why did you keep it a secret all these years?
Shame.
Embarrassment.
Her mama did a pretty good number on her.
The Friends have a nickname for Josie:
Hannya.
Female demon.
Why that women's let me live all these years, I'll never know.
Sexual obsession, I imagine.
- A friend of mine was arrested. - Tommy Lazlo?
Yes, that's right.
There was a famous chemist...
back in the '60's. He was playing around with the fugu
puffer fish. Ever heard of it?
A delicacy in Japan.
The dose in a single fish can kill.
A lesser amount gets you high.
Mimecom grabbed it, tweaked it and came up with something of their own.
They call it Mimezine.
It allows you to interact with holograms.
Is it real or is it Mimecom?
Impossible to tell.
- Go on. - Beware the mimetaur, Mr. Wyckoff.
They want to fold the whole thing into television. Tommy knew that.
Tommy knew a lot more.
- I don't understand. - Church Windows is nothing.
A finger bowl for the entree.
A Mimezine grace.
How sweet the sound.
Quite a package for the masses.
You see, the senator needs energy for his final flight.
All that business with the Go chip.
He needs support.
Like a king being held aloft...
by the minds of his minions.
He is our Alexander.
He will conquer the countries of our imaginations...
one by one.
And we will dream him... into infinity.
That famous chemist I was telling you about...
that one who pioneered it all?
His name... was Dex Wyckoff.
Your daddy.
You knew my father?
No.
But the senator did.
They were partners.
What are you watching there?
Lazlo?
Hey.
Answer me when I...
Escaping!
Tara doesn't know anything.
She's more than just an innocent ballerina.
That old man in Kyoto shouldn't have betrayed you, Chickie.
You could've been back at the beach by now.
Ushio didn't betray me.
Ushio is the ballerina, can't you see that?
Ushio is Tara.
- Liar! - Talk to me, Chickie.
Tell me about the Go chip...
or Tara's gonna hurt.
It's that simple. She's already in pain.
Don't make it worse.
Tell me your secrets.
Help the senator.
And Tara will be free.
And on its snout, it has a horn.
As odd as any unicorn.
Do you wanna hear the song again?
What is that climbing up my stair?
It's not a a boar. It's not a bear.
And on its snout, it has a horn.
As odd as any unicorn.
What is that climbing up my stair?
It's not a boar. It's not a bear.
- And on its snout, it has a horn. - Grace!
Grace!
- Grace. Grace! - What is it?
No!
- What is it? - No! No!
- No! - What is that, Grace?! Come on!