(Act One.
Scene One - Radio Station.
Frasier is well into his show as he takes another caller.)
Frasier: Hello Doug, this is Dr. Frasier Crane. I'm listening.
Doug: [v.o:] Look, it's about my mother. She's getting on now and
she doesn't have much of a life. And she doesn't want to do
anything or go anywhere and she literally hangs around the
house all day. I mean, it's very frustrating...
Frasier: I'm sorry Doug, can we just go back a second? You said your
mother literally hangs around the house. Well, I suppose
it's a pet peeve of mine but I suppose what you mean is that
she figuratively “hangs around” the house. To literally hang
around the house you'd have to be a bat or spider monkey.
Now, back to your problem?
Doug: Do you mind if we stop while I tell you my pet peeve?
Frasier: Not at all.
Doug: [angry] I hate it when intellectual pinheads with
superiority complexes nit-pick your grammar when they come
to you for help. That's what I got a problem with! [hangs
up]
Frasier: [happily:] I think what he means is, that is a thing with
which he has a problem. Now it's time for a station break
and we'll be right back after a word from our friends at
[reads:] "Pizza, Pizza, Pizza."
He puts on the commercial. Roz enters.
Roz: Hey, do you want to know my pet peeve? It's when you're
in a department store and the clerk is right in the middle
of helping you and the phone rings. So he starts taking
care of them. And you're left standing there going,
"Excuse me, but all I did was come all the way down here
in person, whilst some joker is sitting at home in his
underwear getting first rate service!" Don't you hate that?
Frasier: Actually, I do most of my shopping by phone. You know Roz,
this conversation with Doug has got me thinking about my
father. He doesn't do much of anything either. He just sits
around most of the time watching TV and doing the occasional
crossword puzzle. What does your mother do?
Roz: She's the attorney general of Wisconsin.
Frasier: [not believing:] No, really!
Roz: Really!
Frasier: I guess that helps fill her day.
Roz: Yeah, quote mom, "Crime never stops - even in the dairy state!"
Frasier: [laughs] I don't think public office is for Dad, but maybe I
could find him a hobby or something. Any suggestions?
Roz: Well, in her spare time my mom likes to water ski a little.
She hikes, oil paints... oh, she likes archaeology. She's on
a dig in Honduras right now.
Frasier: [making up for it:] Well, maybe I could get him a wood
burning set.
(FADE OUT
A ROOM WITH A VIEW)
Scene Two - Frasier's Apartment.
Daphne enters from the bedroom to find Frasier standing near the balcony
a**embling a telescope.
Frasier: Is Dad still asleep?
Daphne: Yes, he's napping with the dog. Eddie's little legs are
going like mad. I think he's dreaming about chasing rabbits.
[thinks] I can't explain your father's twitching!
Frasier: [focusing telescope:] I think I'm just about done with this
thing.
Daphne: I think your dad's going to love it.
Frasier: Me, too. I was walking through the hobby shop and saw this
thing and it was like, "Eureka!" I actually said "Eureka!"
[looking through scope:] Ah, yes. There are a million
stories in the naked city. [hopeful:] Now if we could just
find a naked one.
Daphne: [mock anger:] Dr. Crane, you naughty boy. Peeking in on
other people's privacy.
Frasier: Daphne, really. I mean, if people were so concerned about
their precious privacy they wouldn't leave their blinds open
at that certain angle where you can see the mirror over the
mantle that reflects down the hall to the water bed in the
back room!
Daphne: I think I hear your father coming. Stand in front of it,
we'll make this a little surprise.
(They stand in front of the telescope so Martin at first won't be able
to see it. Martin enters from his room.)
Martin: Hi, guys.
Frasier: Dad.
Daphne: How was your nap?
Martin: Great, I had the strangest dream. I dreamt this beautiful
woman with bad breath was licking my face.
(At this point Eddie comes out the bedroom and jumps onto the sofa.
[Martin realizes the source of the dream.)
Martin: [to Eddie:] Hey, where did you just come from?
Frasier: Dad, I got a surprise for you.
(Daphne and Martin step away revealing the scope.)
Martin: Hey, it's a beaut. What's the occasion?
Frasier: Oh, no occasion, just thought you'd like it.
Martin: Wow, that's great, thanks. You know, I saw in the news
there's a bunch of falcons nesting in the eaves of the
Columbia Tower. Maybe I can watch them from here.
Frasier: Dad, Dad, forget the falcons. You can see everything that's
going on in that apartment building over there.
Martin: [objecting:] Hey, I've locked people up for that kind of
behavior.
Frasier: Oh come on, it's perfectly innocent - just think of it as a
hundred more channels to watch.
Daphne: [looking in scope:] Just look at them, people going about
their lives. There's an old couple watching the telly, and
just next door an attractive young woman is working at a
computer, while below her a burly man is using a beach towel
to soak up a large pool of blood... oh my God!
Martin: What?
(Both Martin and Frasier go to look - banging their heads in doing so.
Frasier stands aside to let the cop have a look:)
Martin: [looking:] No, that's tomato juice - you can see the can on
the counter. You're right about that woman at the computer
though, she's a looker.
Frasier: Ah, you see, there's a voyeur in all of us.
Martin: Well, let's see what else the Seattle skyline has to offer.
Daphne: I say we make a strict rule, though: if anybody starts
doing anything nasty we move on. Agreed? [they don't respond]
I said, agreed?
(They eventually relent, look at each other and respond with a
reluctant “yeah.”)
Martin: [laughs:] Well, there's a lady over there with a telescope.
She's looking right back at us.
Frasier: [nervous:] What shall we do?
Daphne: [worried:] Hide!
(Frasier goes for cover behind the fireplace as Daphne ducks behind
the centre pole.)
Frasier: I knew it, I knew it, every time we do something bad we get
caught!
Martin: [waves and shouts:] Hi, how you doing?
Frasier: What are you doing?
Martin: She's waving at us, I'm waving back.
Frasier: Don't do that!
Martin: Why not? Hey wait, she's writing something down. She's
holding it up. It says, "Hello there, stranger." [laughs]
Hey Daphne, get me that pad and pen.
Frasier: What for?
Martin: So I can answer her. Write down "My name is Martin."
Frasier: Dad, Dad you shouldn't encourage this person. I don't really
want people looking in on our lives. I don't think I've even
made my bed today.
Daphne: Is she writing anything else?
Martin: Yeah. [reads:] "My name is Irene." Her name's Irene.
Daphne: Her name's Irene.
Frasier: [sarcastic:] Thank you.
Martin: Wait, she's writing something else. [reads:] “Is that Dr.
Crane from the radio hiding in the back?”
Frasier: It does not say that! [looks] It does say that. [he waves
back:] Hi!
FADE TO:
(Scene Three - Frasier's Apartment.)
(Three mornings later Martin is sitting on a stool looking through the
telescope. There are reams of wadded-up paper laying near him.
Daphne is sitting on the step scribbling down Martin's dictations.)
Martin: Her older son's an accountant in Portland.
Daphne: He was the breech birth, right?
Martin: No, that's Dennis in Boise.
Daphne: Oh right, he's the one with the wife that won't let him
visit. I can't stand her.
Frasier: [enters from room in gown:] Morning Dad, Daphne. [waves to
window:] Morning, Irene.
Martin: Hey Frasier, when you were a kid, what was the name of that
skin condition you had on your bu*t?
Frasier: Pityriasis Rosea.
Daphne: How do you spell that?
Frasier: [curious:] Why?
Martin: Irene and I are exchanging family histories.
Frasier: I really don't think your girlfriend needs to know about
that.
Martin: [objecting:] She's not my girlfriend!
Frasier: Oh, come on. You two have been exchanging notes now for the
past three days. If you were in the sixth grade you would be
sitting in a tree "K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Here Daphne, let me
borrow that pen. [he does]
Martin: What are you doing?
Frasier: I'm going to help along your little romance and possibly
save a small forest. I'm giving her our telephone number.
Martin: [in terror:] No, no, no, no, no, don't do that!
Frasier: Why?
Martin: Well, she'll think I'm being too forward.
Frasier: For God's sake, Dad, you met peeping into her apartment.
Martin: [sure:] She's not going to call.
Frasier: You want to bet?
Martin: Yeah, five bucks.
Frasier: [holds card up:] Okay.
(There is less than a second of silence before the phone begins to ring
and Frasier smirks at his father smugly.)
Frasier: Well, are you going to answer?
Martin: You get it.
Frasier: Dad, it's for you!
(Martin, however, will not answer so Frasier does the honors.)
Frasier: [into phone:] Hello. No, no, this is Frasier. Hi. I'm fine.
Well, it gets a little flaky when the weather's dry. [rubs
bu*t]
Martin: [whispers:] Tell her I'm not home.
Frasier: Dad, she knows you're home - she's looking at you through
the telescope.
Daphne: Come on, you're just a little nervous.
Martin: [into phone at last:] Hello? Hi. Yeah, it's nice hearing
yours. Can you hold on a minute? [puts phone to his chest,
then to Frasier and Daphne:] Would you two get out of here?
(Daphne and Frasier relent and let him have his private conversation.
Reset to: Kitchen
They enter the kitchen where they chat.)
Daphne: I'm getting a very good feeling about this.
Frasier: Really? You really think he's interested in her?
Daphne: [laughs:] Yes, I think so.
(They chuckle along together as Daphne takes a coffee cake out of the
oven.)
Daphne: Do you want to hear something cute, Dr. Crane? I made him
this rich gooey coffee cake this morning, because you know
what a sweet tooth he has. And he wouldn't take one bite
because - as he put it - "Women don't like a spare tire on
a man."
Frasier: [laughs] That's so cute. Oh, it's funny, you know - the
twists and turns of fate. If I had tried to set Dad up with
a woman he would have rejected the idea out of hand - but I
go out get him this telescope for a hobby and it kindles
this romance. It's Kismet!
(As Daphne begins cutting the cake, Martin enters the kitchen and
begins looking in the fridge without saying a word. Frasier and
Daphne just stare at him until:)
Frasier: Well?
Martin: What?
Daphne: What happened?
Martin: [cool:] We talked on the phone.
Daphne: [knowingly:] And? Was she nice, was she interesting? What
did she say?
Martin: She said a lot of stuff.
Frasier: [certain:] So it would be safe to a**ume that you two will
be seeing each other?
Martin: Ah, she wanted to, but I said no.
Frasier: [confused:] No? Why?
Martin: She's not my type. [notices cake, then enthusiastically:]
Oh, coffee cake! We got any bu*ter round here?
(FADE TO:
FORCAS FRACAS
Scene Four - Café Nervosa.)
(That afternoon Frasier and Niles are having on of their snobby chats
in their sanctuary.)
Niles: You know Brewster Cale? The pompous twit who is the president
of our wine club? [Frasier nods.] Well, at our meeting the other
night I convinced some of my fellow psychiatrists to play a
little prank on him. When he thought he was tasting the
Chateau Petrus, he was in fact sipping a Forcas Dupres.
You see, we'd switched the labels. [laughs at the farce]
Frasier: [sarcastic:] What scamps you are!
Niles: There he was, proclaiming the Petrus to be the superior wine
and of course none of us could contain our laughter.
Frasier: His face must have turned redder than a "Piechoné Logeavie."
Niles: Well of course, as so often happens, rough house turns to
tears. At the end of the evening, Brewster tended his
resignation.
Frasier: That must have put a damper on the evening.
Niles: Well, not really. I'm the new president.
Frasier: Kudos indeed.
Niles: Oh, oh, oh, is our dad and his lady friend still playing
telescope footsy? What was her name?
Frasier: Irene. No, they've broken it off.
Niles: Already? I thought it was going so well.
Frasier: Well it was, but then they spoke once and Dad said that she
wasn't his type. [objecting:] So, it's over - done!
He's completely cut her out of his life. I just don't
understand what would make him do that.
Niles: Oh, who knows why anybody does anything?
Frasier: Remind me again what you do for a living? You see the thing
is, it was just one phone call. How can anyone make a sound
judgment about another person on the basis of one phone
call?
Niles: Remind me again what it is YOU do for a living?
Frasier: Well anyway, I suppose it could be any number of reasons.
Fear of rejection, shyness...
Niles: [obviously leading up to something] Or maybe Dad was telling
the truth and he just wasn't her type. If only we knew someone
who was... I know! Maris's lovely Aunt Patrice is in town
visiting from Washington, D.C. Oh, oh, oh, maybe we should set
Dad up with her.
Frasier: [objecting:] No, Niles, I've met Aunt Patrice. The woman is
a loon.
Niles: Frasier, do this for me. Every time Aunt Patrice comes to
visit, Maris makes all these plans, before she dives under the
duvet with a two-week migraine and I'm left holding the bag –
literally and figuratively.
Frasier: Oh, I don't think so, Niles. I know Dad, don't meddle.
Niles: Alright, the least you could do is say hello to Aunt
Patrice.
Frasier: I'm not driving out to your house.
Niles: You don't have to. She's sitting out in the car.
Frasier: You left her in the car?!
Niles: I cracked open a window.
Frasier: Well, then she's fine.
(End Of Act One.
Act Two.
Scene One - Frasier's Apartment.)
(Frasier is on the phone to his son that evening as Martin sits reading
the paper.)
Frasier: [into phone:] Now calm down son, listen to daddy. It's just
a bad dream. I promise you, Senator Thurmond is not in your
closet. That's a good boy. Yes, okay you go back to bed now.
I love you too. Listen, I'll see you next weekend. Okay, bye
bye. [hangs up]
Martin: How's Freddie?
Frasier: Oh, Frederick is fine. Oh, he sends his love. He said to
thank you for the toy gun you gave him. At least what he
can remember of it before Lilith smashed it to bits with a
croquet mallet.
Daphne: [enters and looks through telescope:] Oh it's such a
beautiful night. The city is lit up like a j**el. Oh look,
there's Irene. She's sitting in her window wearing a
stunning green dress. But her face, it's so sad.
Frasier: [looks:] Oh, oh, she's holding a note. It says, "Martin, was
it something I wrote?"
Martin: Will you cut it out? Irene is not sitting in her window.
Frasier: Oh alright Dad, no she isn't, but she might as well be, for
god's sakes. That's gotta be what she's thinking!
Martin: Haven't you ever met a woman and then decide she's not the
one? [doorbell sounds]
Frasier: Yes, five years after I married her.
(Frasier opens the door to Niles and Maris's Aunt Patrice.)
Niles: Hello there, Frasier.
Frasier: Niles - I was specifically not expecting you.
Niles: Frasier, you remember Aunt Patrice.
Frasier: [greets her:] Well, of course. Aunt Patrice, yes. I don't
recall really when we met but I believe there was a lot of
laughing and dancing.
Patrice: My husband's funeral.
Frasier: Yes... well, of course, the laughter was to hide our tears.
Let me take your wrap. [he does]
Patrice: Thank you.
Niles: We were taking a drive and I thought, "Why, we are just a
couple of short ferry rides from Frasier's," so we decided
to pop over.
Patrice: [pointing at Martin:] Niles, is this the charming gentleman
you were telling me about?
Niles: Oh, Patrice, you bloodhound. You've treed another one! Yes,
this is my dad.
Martin: How do you do, Patrice, I'm Martin Crane. This is Daphne
Moon.
Daphne: Nice to meet you. [points to seat:] Please.
Patrice: Thank you. [sits]
Martin: So, what brings you to Seattle?
Patrice: Well, I came to see Maris, but the poor thing's taken to her
bed again. To this day I have no idea how tall she is.
Niles: Yes, so I've had Patrice all to myself and we've had a great
time, haven't we?
Patrice: Well, if you call sitting in your waiting room for four
hours reading old magazines a great time, well then yes - we
had a laugh riot.
Niles: Oh, now I know where Maris gets her sense of humor!
Patrice: [laughs] Oh.
Daphne: Why don't I pop into the kitchen and gets us all some
refreshments?
Niles: A capital idea, and why don't Frasier and I join you? That'll
give these kids some time to get to know one another.
(Reset to: Kitchen)
(Niles, Frasier and Daphne enter the kitchen. Daphne knocks up some
refreshments as Frasier gives Niles a stern lecture.)
Frasier: Niles, I distinctly told you not to bring her here.
Niles: I ran out of ways to entertain her. We went to the
arboretum, a fashion show, a matinée of "La Cage Aux Folles"
and we even spat off the top of the Space Needle. I'm sorry,
I cracked!
Frasier: Niles, that woman is certainly not Dad's type.
Niles: You never know when love can bloom between two people who
seem so different on the surface. [hoping:] Do you, Daphne?
Daphne: To tell you the truth, I never thought opposites attract.
Niles: Neither do I, we are alike in so many ways!
Frasier: Oh come on, Niles. We can't leave Dad out there alone with
her any longer.
(Reset to: Living Room
They re-enter the living room.)
Niles: I'm sure they're doing just fine.
Patrice: [o.s.:] D'goo y'goo sp'geak g-sp'geak?
Niles: Oh Lord, I was afraid of this.
(Martin is having trouble with her in the room as Niles and Frasier
dash in.)
Martin: What?
Patrice: [slower:] D'goo y'goo sp'geak g-sp'geak?
Martin: [worried:] Niles, I think she's having a stroke or
something.
Niles: No, no Dad. It's just G-speak.
Martin: Come again?
Niles: It's something Maris and Aunt Patrice love to try out at
parties.
Patrice: Yes, you just speak a “g” in every syllable. So you would be,
"M'garg-tin Cr'gane." Just say it with me, come on...
M'garg-tin...
Niles: I don't think Dad's interested.
Patrice: Oh, b'ge ag sp'gort, Gniles.
Frasier: What did she say?
Niles: She said, "Be a sport, Niles."
Patrice: B'ge, agus, gesport, geda!
Frasier: Dad, do you still have your gun loaded?
Martin: It's in my top drawer.
Patrice: Isn't it a hoot? Of course, it's all the rage in Washington.
You know who speaks it all the time? G'George
G'Step-gan-ogp-ogu-logs.
Daphne: [enters from kitchen:] I found some pizza rolls in the back
of the freezer, but the expiration date was yesterday - are
we game?
Frasier: Er, that won't be necessary, Daphne. We don't want to spoil
our appetites for that dinner we're about to leave for in
twenty minutes.
Martin: Yeah, that's right, that dinner in... er... twenty minutes.
Patrice: Oh Niles, I told you we shouldn't have just stopped by.
These people have plans.
Niles: How I envy them.
Patrice: I enjoyed meeting you, Martin.
Martin: [shakes her hand] Likewise.
Patrice: Oh, now, now, you can do better than that.
(Patrice moves in to hug him, however he backs away and also away from
the window. Frasier and Daphne look at each other knowingly. )
(Patrice finally gets what she wanted.)
Patrice: I'll look forward to my next trip to Seattle. Oh, and if
you're ever in the Washington area - I'm in the b'gook.
Bye-bye.
(Niles eventually drags his aunt-in-law out of the apartment.)
Martin: What the hell was that?
Daphne: I feel sorry for the poor thing.
Martin: I feel sorry for Niles.
Daphne: That's who I'm talking about.
(She leaves to the kitchen.)
Frasier: You know, I saw what you just did.
Martin: What did who do?
Frasier: When Patrice went to hug you, you moved away.
Martin: [laughs] Well, wouldn't you?
Frasier: No, Dad, no. You moved away from the window. You didn't want
Irene to see you with another woman. You still care about
her.
Martin: Hey, go chase yourself.
Frasier: Dad, you do. There's something stopping you from having a
relationship with this woman. Now, what is it?
Martin: You're not going to let go of this thing, are you?
Frasier: No, I'm not!
Martin: Alright. Irene's middle name is Rose.
Frasier: So? Rose is a nice name. Rose was mother's middle name.
[realises] Oh.
Martin: Yeah.
Frasier: Oh Dad, you can't feel guilty about that. Gee, mom's been
gone for six years now. Your feelings for Irene are totally
severed from your feelings for Mom. You know, if she was
here, if she could tell you, she'd want you to get on with
your life.
Martin: Okay, when I'm ready. Thanks, Frasier. You know - I guess I
don't say it often enough but you're a good kid.
Frasier: Well, thanks Dad. You know, there's something I don't say
often enough...
Martin: [correcting:] There's nothing you don't say often enough.
Frasier: [realizes what he means] Right, Dad.
(Reset to: Kitchen)
Martin enters the kitchen to find Daphne busying herself in the fridge.
Daphne: I couldn't help but overhear. That was a very nice thing to
say.
Martin: Yeah, he's a good kid.
Daphne: The only strange part is - I could have sworn Irene's middle
name was Marie.
Martin: No, it isn't.
Daphne: Well, I could go and check. I still have all our notes in the
trash.
Martin: Alright, alright... well, I had to tell him something. Look,
I don't know why he just won't believe me when I tell him that
Irene just isn't my type.
Daphne: You sure she isn't?
Martin: You're going to get on my back too?
Daphne: No, but I was just wondering if the reason why things didn't
work out between you and Irene was, well...
Martin: What?
Daphne: Well, maybe if you weren't just a little self-conscious about
your hip?
Martin: That's ridiculous.
Daphne: Well, I'm glad to hear that, because you really don't have
anything to be self-conscious about, you know. With that
silvery mane, twinkling blue eyes and whiskey voice. You're
quite a package.
Martin: [laughs] Yeah, I'm quite a catch.
Daphne: You are. And you know as well as I do that history is full of
s**y limpers. For instance, Franklin Delano Roosevelt. [then:]
Of course he didn't limp so much as roll. Oh, I know, Toulouse
Lautrec. [then:] Although he was rather a little person. Still,
he did rather well with the ladies. [then:] Of course, they were
all prostitutes. But then again, he was French and there's no
explaining their taste.
Martin: What's your point?
Daphne: I guess I don't have one. It's just me running on the way I
do. But there is one last little thing: I did notice that
every time you went to the telescope to see Irene - you hid
your cane.
Martin: [laughs] I just put it off to the side so I wouldn't trip
over the damn thing.
Daphne: [seeing she's got through:] I knew there was a good reason.
It must feel awful silly when that cane trips you up.
Daphne exits as Martin ponders on her words.
(FADE TO:
GU-GULP
Scene Two - Frasier's Apartment.)
(Later that evening Frasier and Daphne are waiting. Frasier is calling
for his father down the hallway.)
Frasier: Dad, Dad, will you hurry up? She's going to be here any
minute.
Martin enters from his room wearing a suit.
Martin: Alright, alright, Daphne. See if I've got this tie on right?
Daphne: Just needs a minor adjustment. [she does it, then:] What's all
this hair on it?
Martin: The only way I can get the knot right is if I tie it on Eddie
first.
(Eddie enters and jumps onto the sofa.)
Martin: Well, it's a long time since I've been dating. Have things
changed much in the last forty years?
Frasier: Well, the wardrobe's a little different - but your ultimate goal
is still the same! Dad, I'm glad you changed your mind about
this.
Martin: Yeah, me too. Thanks for our little talk.
Frasier: My pleasure.
(Martin looks at Daphne as if to say thank you. She nods a reply.)
Frasier: Now let's see, you got a hanky in there?
Martin: Yep.
Frasier: Terrific, alright. Have you got your keys?
Martin: Yeah.
Frasier: You're not going to be out too late, are you?
Martin: Frasier!
Frasier: Dad, I'm just busting your chops here.
(The doorbell goes and both Frasier and Martin go "Oh My God.” )
(To understand this scene you've got to realize that Daphne and
Frasier seem to act like the mother and father and Martin seems
to be their kid going on a first date.)
Daphne: Will you two relax? A word to the wise, though: if she asks
you up to her place after dinner - close the drapes! [laughs]
(Martin opens the door. The view is from Irene's P.O.V.
Martin is very blushing at the front whilst Frasier and
Daphne look on the scene with happiness from behind.)
Martin: Hi, Irene. Nice to finally meet you.
(End Of Act Two. )
Credits:
Frasier's Apartment.
(That night Frasier and Daphne are asleep on the couch. However, Eddie
is sat on a stool upstage looking through the telescope at his owner.)