[1.11]Death Becomes Him

Death Becomes Him                Written by Leslie Eberhard
                                 Directed by Andy Ackerman
Production Code: 01.11
Episode Number In Production Order: 11
Filmed on:
Original Airdate on NBC: 2nd December 1993
Transcript written on February 2000.
Transcript revised on 10th March 2003.

Transcript {john masson}


Scene One - Apartment
Daphne and Niles come out of the kitchen.

 Daphne: No, really.  I've never had a serious boyfriend.  No-one's 
         really been interested.
  Niles: Men can be such pigs. [starts making a swan out of the napkins
         Daphne is sorting out]
 Daphne: It's not that people weren't trying to fix me up.  Back in 
         Manchester my mum was steering me toward Reginald Glower, 
         the butcher's son.  Pasty little thing.  Never did take to 
         him.  I suppose I like my gents more on the manly side. 
         [Niles flattens the swan] Was that a little swan you made?
  Niles: No, it was a B-52.

Frasier comes in from the bedroom.

Frasier: Well, Dad's done it again.  That was Dr. Jennings's office on 
         the phone.  He's skipped his physical again today.
 Daphne: Why, that little devil.  No wonder he didn't want me to go 
         with him.
  Niles: Frasier, you know Dad's intense aversion to doctors, you 
         should have seen that he got there.
Frasier: Yes, well I didn't see you volunteering this afternoon.
  Niles: Well, I couldn't.  I had my "fear of abandonment" workshop 
         today, and I've already been a no-show twice.
 Daphne: Wait 'til your father gets here, I'll give him such a piece
         of my mind.

Eddie comes bounding out of the bedroom, bounces over the furniture
and sits by the door.

Frasier: If only we had some way of knowing if he was about to arrive.

Martin enters.

 Martin: [to Eddie] Hey, how ya doin', boy? Yeah, glad to see you too.
Frasier: So.  How was your exam today?
 Martin: Oh, you know.  Everything's pretty routine.
Frasier: EKG?
 Martin: Perfect.
  Niles: Blood pressure?
 Martin: Textbook.
Frasier: Hope they took a full blood panel.
 Martin: Oh, yeah.  Told them to take two.  They're small.
 Daphne: Ooh, let's have a look. [Martin rolls up his sleeve] Ooh, look
         at this.  A nice, big Band-Aid. [she rips it off his arm] Nice 
 Martin: Ouch!  What did you do that for?
 Daphne: Dr. Jennings's office called to reschedule your appointment.  
         You never showed up today.
  Niles: Dad, this is ludicrous.  Why do you keep avoiding the doctor?
 Martin: Because I feel fine.  I'll go to the doctor when I don't feel
         fine.  Besides, I don't like Dr. Jennings.  He's got a model 
         of a colon on his desk, he keeps his tongue depressors in it.
Frasier: Well, all right Dad, fine.  If you don't like him, why don't
         you go to see my doctor, she's one of the finest gastroenterologists 
         in this city.
 Martin: She?  Oh ho ho, no no.  No way.  If a doctor's gonna have me 
         bend over, I want to look through my legs and see wingtips.
 Daphne: Now now, we'll have none of that.  We women have been poked 
         and prodded by male doctors for centuries.  I say it's high 
         time you gents went to see a doctor of the opposite sex.  
         See how you like waiting in that room - sitting there all 
         naked and helpless and goose-bumpy. 
Frasier: Niles, surely you could recommend someone? 

Niles is staring at Daphne, in a warm, happy world of his own.

Frasier: Niles!
  Niles: I'm sorry, my mind was somewhere else.  Rec... OH!  I know 
         who you should see - Dr. Gary Newman.  His office is in my 
         building, he has a very successful practice, I saw a 
         Lichtenstein hanging in his office.
Frasier: Ooh, Lichtenstein.  He sounds perfect.
 Martin: Alright, alright.  I'll make an appointment, I'll go see him.
Frasier: Oh, now just hang on a second there, mister.  I will make the
         arrangements and I will escort you personally.
 Martin: Wonderful.  I can't wait.
 Daphne: Oh, stop grumbling.  It won't be so bad.  Well, unless you 
         have to parade around the office in one of those gowns where 
         your little bum peeks through the back.
Frasier: So Niles, what's Dr. Newman's number? 

But Niles is tuned out again.

Frasier: ...Niles?  NILES!
  Niles: I'm sorry, I must have drifted off again.


Scene Two - Dr. Newman's waiting room. 
Frasier and Martin are waiting, along with an elderly lady.

 Martin: My appointment was supposed to be half an hour ago, how much 
         longer are we gonna wait for this guy?  Come on Frasier, let's 
         get out of here.
Frasier: Dad, Dad, just relax.  Read a magazine.  Oh, here, here.  
         Take the Cosmo quiz.
 Martin: [reading] "Are your nipples sensitive?"
Frasier: Would you mind doing that quietly, it's not an oral exam.
 Martin: You haven't seen the second question.  Did you used to keep 
         your patients waiting like this?
Frasier: Oh, just the compulsives.  It was part of their therapy.  
         Relax there, I'll take care of it. 

He goes to the receptionist's cubicle. 

     Frasier: Yes, my father Martin Crane had an appointment thirty 
              minutes ago?
Receptionist: Yes, I'm sorry.  The doctor's running a little late this 
              morning, but you'll be first up when he gets in.
     Frasier: When he gets in?  My God, where's he coming from, Spokane?
Receptionist: Actually he has a long drive in from his weekend house at
              Lake Shalonne.
     Frasier: Lake Shalonne?  Ooh, this guy must be terrific! 

He goes back to Martin.

 Martin: So?
Frasier: Dad, relax.  He'll be here any minute. [looking around] You know
         Dad, I was just struck by one of life's little ironies.  I 
         remember you taking me to the doctor, and now here I am taking 
 Martin: Yeah.  I remember when I took you for your first tetanus shot,
         you were about five or six.
Frasier: Oh boy, was I scared.  I remember you holding my hand.
 Martin: Yeah.  Bent over that table, dropped your little drawers.  
         When the nurse gave you the shot, you took your mind off it 
         by reciting the names of all of Puccini's operas.  Right then 
         I knew you'd never be a cop.  Look, I'm serious.  I'm not 
         staying any longer, let's go.
Frasier: All right dad, look, I'll check and see if there's someone
         substituting for him.
 Martin: [to lady] What are you here for?
   Lady: Lately I've been having this overall sluggish feeling.  It's 
         hard even getting out of bed in the morning.  Not to mention 
         the cold weather.  It's really making my joints hurt.  I've 
         started to notice flaking spots on my skin.  What about you?
 Martin: [who wishes he hadn't started this] I have sensitive nipples.

Frasier comes back.  He is the bearer of bad news.

Frasier: Dad?  I'm afraid the doctor won't be able to make your 
         appointment today.
 Martin: Oh, that's just great.  These big-shot doctors, they keep you 
         waiting for an hour and then they don't even have the decency 
         to show up!  What, play a little slow on the golf course today?  
         That arrogant, inconsiderate jerk!
Frasier: Dad, Dad, Dad — Dr. Newman is dead.  He died an hour ago.
 Martin: I'm sure he was a good man.


Scene Three - KACL Frasier is talking to Roz. Frasier: I mean, there he was, walking down his walkway this morning and, he bends over to pick up his newspaper and BANG! - he drops dead of a heart attack. It's just... God, you know? I pick up my newspaper every day. And the Sunday Times is very heavy, I'm thinking of canceling. Roz: Well? These things happen. Frasier: "These things happen?" Roz, how can you say that? My God, this was not an old man, he was my age. Roz: What am I supposed to say? I guess I don't think of these things like you do. Guess it's because you're forty-one and I'm... [laughs] not. Frasier: Don't you ever think about you're own mortality? Don't you ever think about dying? Roz: Well, not me dying, but you know what I have thought about lately? I've been dating this older guy, and what if... you know? [Frasier doesn't] We were in bed together and he dropped dead? Well, it's not out of the realm of possibility. Sometimes he starts breathing very funny and I don't know if he's having a good time or if I've overexcited him to some dangerous level. Frasier: Someone certainly has a very high opinion of herself. Roz: Everybody's good at something. Frasier: Why is it that every time we try to have a serious discussion, we end up talking about your sex life? Roz: Because I have one. FADE TO:
Scene Four - Apartment Martin and Daphne are there. Frasier opens the door for Niles. Frasier: Niles, thank you so much for coming at such short notice. Niles: Hello Dad, Daphne. Daphne: Hello, Dr. Crane. Niles: Yes, I came as soon as I could. [for Daphne's benefit] I was in the middle of my workout, but, I can always pump iron later. Daphne: Well, I'll just pop into the kitchen and fix us a snack. She exits. Frasier: [taking a large folder over to the table] Pump iron? Niles, you don't even pump your own gas. Niles: All right, all right. Now what is all this nonsense about getting your affairs in order? Frasier: Well, it's this: Dr. Newman dying at such a young age really threw me for a loop. I was trying to figure out why, and I finally realized that I hadn't made the proper provisions for my own death. Daphne: [entering with a bowl and a jar of peanuts] Here we go. She has trouble opening the jar. Niles: Oh! Here, allow me. He takes the jar but has even less success. Frasier distributes files to each person. Frasier: First, the pertinent information. I've prepared copies for each of you. The location and numbers of my bank accounts; [Niles is still struggling with the jar] my safety deposit keys; the number for my attorney... Niles, what are you doing? Oh, give me that! He takes the jar and opens it. Niles: [to Daphne] I loosened it for him. Frasier: Now, the distribution of my personal possessions. Daphne: Oh, I really think this is a matter for family only. Frasier: No, no Daphne, please, I'd like you to stay. I'll come to you later. Dad, Niles, I'd like you to put your names on these stickers, [hands them over] and place them on any object you'd like bequeathed to you. Martin: This is crazy. I'm not going to start putting my name on your stuff. Frasier: Dad, what happens if I die tomorrow, you and Niles end up in an argument about... well, that African mask, for instance? Martin: It'll never happen. Niles, you can have it. Niles: I don't want it. Daphne: Well, don't look at me. I throw a towel over that thing when you're not home. Frasier: Okay, fine. Now we come to the issue of... my remains. Martin: Oh, jeez. Frasier: I've arranged every detail in this easy-to-read binder. [gives binder to Martin] Martin: Oh, this is taking it too far, would you look at this? [reads] "Burial; Casket; Caterers"? Niles: Who are you using? Frasier: Michaelson's. Niles: Oh, they're very good. Excellent. They start discussing the wonder that is Michaelson's. Martin tries to get a word in. Martin: Excuse me. Excuse me! Are we about done? Frasier: Well, there is just one more duck to put in the row. I've done some research and I've discovered that most unexpected deaths occur in the home. And Daphne, this is where you come in, the actual finding of the body. Daphne: Ooh, save the best part for me, eh? Well, that's all right. I'm a health care provider. I've had my fair share of patients Die on me. Martin: That's a comfort. Frasier: Well, perhaps dad's right. Maybe we should just drop the subject. Well, thank you. This meeting has actually made me feel better, I think I can handle my mortality a bit better now. Well, enough talk about death. [produces a bottle of wine] Let's celebrate life with a bottle of Chateau Certair '75 Niles: Oh no, not the '75, I can't let you do that, that's far too good for the likes of us. Frasier: Well, perhaps a bottle of Beaujolais Nouveau would be more appropriate. He goes to find the bottle. Niles takes the bottle of '75 and puts a sticker on it. Martin glares at him. END OF ACT ONE ACT TWO Scene Five - Apartment Frasier is lying on the couch with his eyes shut and his fingers in his ears. Eddie is watching him. Martin enters. Martin: Eddie? Ah, there you are. Come on, boy. Frasier, what are you still doing up? [no answer] Frasier! Frasier: Dad, please, shh. I'm trying to listen to my heartbeat. Amazing thing, the human heart. You know, it can pump eighteen hundred gallons of blood through it each and every day, but the tiniest tear in the tiniest part of the tiniest artery and "poof," you're gone. Martin: I thought you were all okay about this stuff now. Frasier: Oh, so did I. What is the matter with me? I guess I thought that putting my affairs in order would help me to deal with this thing, but it hasn't. I... I can't seem to get over the feeling that no matter how remote the possibility, something could happen to me. Jeez, I'd miss so much. I'd never get to see my son hit his first home run. It'd be a terrible thing for a father to miss. Martin: Tell me about it. Look son, let me tell you something. There was this time, a while back, seven or eight of us were on this drug bust. We get the order to go through the front door, and the first guy took one. He was dead before he hit the ground. When you're a cop, you've got to be able to handle things like that, but I... I just couldn't get over it. Every time I had to go in a blind alley, or in a dark building, I just froze. And I knew if I kept being afraid to die, I'd never be able to do my job. Frasier: So what did you do? Martin: I just forced myself to forget about it. Frasier: Just like that? Martin: Just like that. Next time I came across one of those doors, I went right through it. [then] The fact that I got shot in the hip was purely coincidental. Frasier: You were this close to helping me there, Dad. Martin: Look Frasier, just because some doctor dies doesn't mean you're gonna die. Frasier: Yes, but he was just like me. Highly educated, sophisticated, at the top of his profession; I saw a picture of him in a medical journal, he even looked like me. Same determined chin, sweater vest and ever-so-slightly receding hairline. Martin: Look, what do you know about this guy? You don't even know his medical history. Frasier: Actually, you're on to something there, dad. Yeah, yeah. For all I know he could have had high blood pressure, popped pills, drank like a fish... Martin: There you go, it could have been any of those things. Frasier: I'm gonna find out what caused his heart attack. That's the only way I can disassociate myself from him. There's got to be some reasonable explanation. [heads towards bedroom] That's great, dad. Actually, I do feel better now. Martin: Frasier, you've got something on your bathrobe. Frasier: [discovers it's a sticker] Niles... the vultures are circling. FADE TO:
Scene Six - Dr Newman's House All his family are there, dressed in black. The door is open. Frasier: Hello? Hello. [he attracts the attention of one of the guests] I called earlier, someone said Mrs. Newman would be here? Allen: Oh, of course, please come in. I'm Allen Freedman. Gary was my cousin. Frasier: Dr. Frasier Crane. My sincerest condolences. So, I didn't think Mrs. Newman would have company. Allen: Oh, the family are sitting Shiva. Frasier: Excuse me? Allen: You're not Jewish, are you? It's our version of a wake. Frasier: Oh — oh, yes. Oh, of course, of course. I didn't realize that Gary was Jewish, you see. Allen: You're kidding. Frasier: Uh, well no. Ah, well, you know, we were pretty close friends, spent a lot of time together — well, never on Friday nights, of course - but ah, you know, maybe I should come back another time. Allen: No no, please. I'm sure Julie'd love to know that you came. She's right over there. [points] Frasier: Oh, she looks busy. I can wait. Allen: Of course. If you'll excuse me? [goes back to table] Frasier notices a black drape hanging over a frame, and lifts it to discover a mirror underneath. An older woman, Aunt Bobbie, sees him. Bobbie: May I help you? Frasier: Ah. I didn't realize this was a mirror, I thought that maybe you were having an unveiling later. Bobbie: You're not Jewish, are you? Frasier: No, no. My, my ex-wife is, though. And, ah, so and thus my son is. Which makes me, ah, sort of... well I guess you could say... [gives up] No, I'm not Jewish. Bobbie: We always cover mirrors at a Shiva. So those grieving don't have to be concerned with their own appearances. Frasier: Ah. Ah well, you look very nice. Bobbie: [relieved] Oh, thank you. It's been driving me crazy. I'm Bobbie, Gary's aunt. Frasier: Dr. Frasier Crane. My deepest sympathies. Bobbie: You're the doctor with the radio show, aren't you? Frasier: Yes, yes. Bobbie: Did you know Gary well? Frasier: Well, yes. Yes, yes I did. Well I, there's so much more I wanted to know about the man. You see, ah... well oh, I don't know, ah... how was his health before he died? Bobbie: Excellent. He was never sick. Frasier: History of heart disease? Bobbie: Oh, no. Frasier: High blood pressure? Bobbie: No. Frasier: High cholesterol? Bobbie: No. Frasier: Do you know what his HDL was in comparison to his LDL? Bobbie: No. Frasier: I'm sorry. I'm asking too many questions. You know how doctors are, always looking for the answers to the mysteries of life. A woman enters, carrying a cake. She's been crying. Bobbie greets her. Bobbie: Oh, Gail. Gail: Aunt Bobbie. [they hug] Bobbie: I know, I know. Gail, I'd like you to meet a friend of Gary's. Dr. Frasier Crane. Gail: Dr. Crane? From the radio? Frasier: Yes. I'm sorry for your loss. Gail: I love your show. [re: her tears] Oh, I... I'm sorry about this. It's just, ah, when I went to pick up this linseed tort I thought of Gary and... Frasier: Oh? So Gary had a fondness for fattening desserts, did he? Gail: Oh. You didn't know Gary very well, did you? If he knew I brought this here, he'd kill me. Allen: Yeah, Gary was a total health fanatic, a strict vegetarian. I used to play basketball with him every Sunday. Frasier: Oh. Oh, so he was sedentary all week, then he was burning up the court on Sundays. Well, that can be very straining on the heart, you know... Bobbie: No, he played at least four times a week. That is, when he wasn't at the gym working out. Gail: Gary was in phenomenal shape. Bobbie: He didn't smoke, never touched caffeine... Allen: Did you know he had less than 10 percent body fat on him? Frasier: My goodness. Has anybody checked to see if he's really dead? [this does not go down well] I'm sure they did check, those people are very thorough. Oh my, is that Krugle? Excuse me. Frasier escapes. He wanders round the room, offering his condolences to people and finds himself standing beside Mrs. Newman. Frasier: I'm Dr Frasier Crane, I was a friend of your husband's. Newman: Dr. Crane? From...? Frasier: Yes, the radio. Newman: Gary never mentioned you. Frasier: Well, we weren't actually friends. He had an office in my brother's building. Newman: And you took the time to come down here. His own partner didn't even stay fifteen minutes. That's really sweet of you. Frasier: Well, actually I... there's a reason I came to talk with you. Newman: Which is? Frasier: It's about Gary. About how he, er... Newman: Yes? Frasier realizes this whole outing has been a bad idea. Frasier: Look, I'm sorry I've bothered you. Ah, I really just came to offer my sympathies. He starts to get up. Newman: Oh no, wait. Um, Dr. Crane? I listen to you all the time, and uh — well, maybe you can help me? What would you tell someone who called into the show and said they can't get over why someone died? I keep running this over and over in my mind and... I just can't understand how someone like Gary, who did everything right, can just die. I can't make any sense of it. Frasier: Mrs. Newman, I... I know you'd like me to come up with some grand answer to this whole thing. But I, I don't have one. There are none. Someone who consumes nothing but cigarettes and cheeseburgers all his life can live to be eighty-three, and someone who takes care of himself can die at forty-one. It's unfair. Believe me, there's no explanation for it. Believe me, I've checked. But, I suppose the best we can do is live for the little joys and surprises life affords us. You can't spend your life being obsessed with death. Newman: You're not Jewish, are you? Frasier: No. No I'm not. Well, thank you for letting me be here today. Newman: Oh, thank you for coming, Dr. Crane. He starts to leave. Bobbie: Oh, Dr. Crane? It was very nice what you said about living life for the little joys and surprises it can give us. Frasier: Yes. Bobbie: Thank you. Frasier: [quietly, to himself] If only I believed it myself. He goes to the door, but is stopped by an attractive woman. Woman: Excuse me? Um, this is clearly the most inappropriate thing I've ever done in my life, but... I was watching you, and um, I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to see you again, and something about you tells me that I'd like to. Here. [gives him her card] If you'd like to get together sometime, give me a call. [moves off] Frasier leaves, his spirits lifted. End of Act Two. Credits: Daphne is folding some ironing, looking very uncomfortable. She takes a towel from the basket and throws it over the African mask.

Guest Appearances

 Guest Starring
 JUNE CLAMAN as Aunt Bobbie
 MURRAY RUBINSTEIN as Allen Freedman
 SHAWN HUFF as Woman at Shiva
 MARION DUGAN as Patient
 AMY LLOYD as Receptionist

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