[1.23]Frasier Crane's Day Off
Frasier Crane's Day Off Written by Chuck Ranberg
& Anne Flett-Giordano
Directed by James Burrows
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Production Code: 1.23.
Episode Number In Production Order: 22.
Filmed on:
Original Airdate on NBC: 12th May 1994.
Transcript written on 21st February 1999.
Transcript revised on 10th March 2003.
Transcript {shawne wang}
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Act One.
Scene One — KACL
Frasier and Roz in their respective booths, the show is going on.
Frasier: Gee, I'm sorry, Blake. When I told you to close your eyes
and visualize that you were on a tropical island, I didn't
realize you were calling from your car phone.
The camera pans to Roz, who looks mildly horrified.
Blake: [v.o.] That's OK, Doc. At least I know my airbags work.
Frasier: [laughs uncomfortably] Well, I'm glad you're alright.
And thank you for your call.
Gil Chesterton edges open the door and slides into the booth.
He waves and mouths "Hi."
Frasier: Well, look who's popped into the booth! It's Gil Chesterton,
KACL's own food critic - which means, it's my cue to hit
the road. So, till tomorrow, this is Dr. Frasier Crane,
wishing you... [starts to sneeze] a good day... [sneezes]
and-and good health.
He goes off the air. Gil comes in with his hands behind his back.
Roz enters the booth.
Gil: [motherly] Hey, Frasier!
Frasier: Hello, Gil.
Gil: I heard you coughing on the air earlier today. Sounds like
you might be coming down with something. So I had this sent
over from Rosenthal's Deli. [hands Frasier a white paper bag]
Chicken soup, so lovingly prepared even the chicken gets well.
Frasier: Thank you. That's very kind.
Gil: And of course I'd never forget you, Roz. [hands her a smaller
bag] Some ladyfingers, that have been soaked in rum.
Roz: Mmm!
Frasier: Much like her own.
He coughs repeatedly and loudly, ignoring Roz's offended look.
Gil: I say, I hope this isn't the start of that nasty flu that's
going around. You want to take a couple of days off, nip it
in the bud, I'd be happy to cover your time slot for you.
Frasier: No, no, thank you. I'll be fine tomorrow.
Gil: Okey-dokey. But, uh... feel free to call me if you change
your mind.
He leaves, as Roz bites into a ladyfinger.
Roz: Mmm! Plump, gooey, and guaranteed to rot your teeth.
Frasier: Yes. I don't like his phony British accent much, either.
Roz: You sure got a bug up your mind about Gil. What's your
problem?
Frasier: I just don't trust him. Nobody's that nice unless they want
something from you.
Roz picks up something from the table and heads back to her booth.
Roz: He's just a generous person.
Frasier: Oh, yes! [getting up and following her] He was very generous
to Bonnie Weems! Bought her a case of wine, asked her to let
him have her timeslot when she was off on vacation. When she
got back, she had been banished to the midnight to four a.m.
slot!
Roz: What are you saying? He's trying to take our timeslot?
Frasier: I'm just saying we should watch our backs. How would you
like to work from midnight to four a.m.? What would happen
to your social life? Those are your peak hours! [smirks]
Roz: You're just being paranoid.
Frasier: No, I'm not. [returns to his booth]
Roz: [following him] Yes, you are! The man brought you some
chicken soup. It does not mean he wants your timeslot.
Besides, why would he be bribing us? He'd be bribing the
higher-ups, they're the ones who make the decisions!
At that moment, Gil enters with another paper bag.
Gil: Frasier! [sees the first bag] Oh good, it's still here.
I'm so sorry. This is your soup. [hands him the bag in
his hand and takes the one off the console] This is the
Lobster Newburg I bought for the station manager's cat.
He leaves. Frasier, vindicated, throws a knowing look at Roz.
Frasier: I'll see you tomorrow, Roz.
He grabs his briefcase off the console and leaves.
FADE OUT
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
Scene Two - Frasier's apartment
Martin and Daphne are seated at the table, both reading from the
newspaper.
Daphne: Oh, here's a gruesome bit. A partly-decomposed body just
washed up in Puget Sound!
Martin: Hey, that's good news!
Daphne: [shocked] I beg your pardon?
Martin: Bodies don't rise till the weather gets warmer. You get your
first floater, and spring's just around the corner!
Daphne looks suitably disgusted.
Frasier enters from his bedroom, clumsily dressed and looking
extremely tired.
Frasier: [listlessly] Morning, Dad, Daphne.
Martin: Frasier, you sound awful!
Frasier: [unconvincingly] It's just a little bug.
Daphne: But you can't be thinking of going to work! You're all pasty
and clammy and pale!
Martin: And coming from an English person, that's bad!
Daphne, offended, picks up the breakfast dishes and marches into
the kitchen.
Frasier: Don't worry, Dad. As you've often said, "if you can walk,
you can work." Took kind of an ironic twist the day you
got shot in the hip!
Martin: Well, at least I had a real job. Half your listening
audience hears voices already, and the other half talks to
themselves! If you don't show up, who's going to notice?
Frasier: Well, I'm out of here.
He puts down his mug and walks over to the coat rack. Daphne runs
after him from the kitchen.
Daphne: But you're burning up! You really should stay home and
let me tend to you. I'm a very good nurse. I mended all
my brothers' soccer injuries.
Frasier: [shrugging into his coat] Well, I didn't get injured playing
soccer.
Daphne: Neither did my hooligan brothers. Mostly they got hurt
beating up drunken Dutchmen in the stands.
Frasier sneezes explosively.
Martin: [folding his arms] Well, that's going to look pretty against
the glass in your booth! Why don't you just stay home?
Frasier: Dad, Daphne, thank you, thank you. But I'm a physician.
I believe that I am the best monitor of my own condition.
I'm fine! Fit as a fiddle!
He pulls open the door and exits.
Beat.
The doorbell sounds, languidly and tiredly. Daphne, who has turned
away, returns expectantly to the door and opens it to reveal a very
sick Frasier.
Frasier: [whining] I'm sick...!
Daphne supports Frasier as he trudges back into the living room.
FADE TO:
Scene Three — KACL
Gil is on the air, doing his show in Frasier's timeslot.
Gil: And we're back, with "Restaurant Beat." This is Gil
Chesterton and I'm filling in for Dr. Frasier Crane.
We're here talking to Louis, who has forgotten that
tonight is his tenth anniversary. Well, Louis, I
believe I've saved your proverbial derriere! During
the commercial, I managed to secure you a private booth
at Maximillian's. Just promise me for dessert you'll
have their Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte.
Louis: The... the what?
Gil: The Schwarzwälder... [condescendingly] well, maybe
you'd better stick with the rainbow sherbet.
Louis: I don't know how to thank you. You saved my marriage!
Gil: No, don't thank me! I'm only here tonight because our dear
Dr. Crane is home with the flu.
The scene changes to Frasier's room. Frasier is lying in bed with
a thermometer in his mouth. He is listening to Gil on a radio above
his bed. Martin reads the newspaper in a chair by the bed.
Gil: [on radio] If you're listening, Doc, all of us here
at KACL want you to get better soon.
Frasier: [mumbling around the thermometer] I just bet you do.
Daphne comes out of the bathroom.
Daphne: Time to check if the turkey's done. [she takes out the
thermometer]
Frasier: Dad, you know, you don't have to sit in here with me all
day.
Martin: Oh no, no problem. You need company when you're sick. You
never know when you're going to croak.
Daphne: Oh, boy. Your temperature is up there - one hundred and one!
You are a sick boy.
Frasier: Thank you for reminding me, Daphne.
Martin: Naw, I remember the sickest I ever was. They'd shipped us
back from Korea. I got this Oriental parasite, that was
building its own little pagoda right in my colon...
Frasier: Thank you, Dad.
Daphne: You know, you might try some of my homeopathic tea. It'll
flush out your system, and it'll also make your hair more
shiny and manageable.
She fluffs her own hair, while sterilizing the thermometer with alcohol.
Frasier: No, no thank you.
Martin: Oh, no! That wasn't the sickest I was. It was that time
Your mother and I took that trip down to Mexico. I was real
careful about the water, and then I ate this piece of lettuce.
Next thing you know, I'm spewing both for accuracy and
distance. I spent the night curled up on the stone floor,
screaming, "I want to die, I want to die!"
Frasier: Wouldn't that have been a tragedy? You wouldn't be here with
me now!
Martin: OK, I get the point. I'll give you a little peace and quiet
here. [gets up and starts to leave] Oh, no! What was I
thinking of? What about the time your mother left the potato
salad in the trunk of the car? I'm still sick from that one!
Martin leaves. Daphne carries a tray to the door.
Daphne: [pleasantly] Is there anything else you need?
Frasier: A little more ginger ale, please.
Daphne: Very well, then.
She turns to leave but he calls her back.
Frasier: Oh Daphne, this time make it shaved ice, not cubes. And I
don't like those straws. Can I have the bendy kind? And the
saltines, they're too salty. I need the low-sodium.
Daphne: Your wish is my command.
She turns to leave again. This time, she is stopped by Niles,
who is just entering the room.
Niles: Hello, Daphne. Is he in pain?
Daphne: Not enough.
She exits. Niles bends over Frasier, covering his mouth with his
handkerchief.
Niles: Frasier, I brought you something.
Frasier: Niles! Put the hanky down, for God's sake! It's not the
plague!
Niles does, carefully folding the handkerchief and placing it on the
bed before sitting down. He's carrying a plastic bag with a slime-
green pouch inside, with a lanyard around it.
Niles: Well, look. This is from Marta, our maid. It's a poultice
you wear around your neck. The recipe comes from her remote
mountain village in Guatemala.
Frasier: [catches a whiff] I can see why her village is remote!
Niles: Well yes, it is pungent. [drapes it around Frasier's neck]
But, by inhaling these herbs, many of the villagers live to be
well over a hundred. Marta herself is seventy-eight, and you
should see her scramble up the stairs when Maris rings her
little bell.
The phone rings.
Frasier: Oh, Niles, would you mind?
Niles: Of course.
Obligingly, Niles gets off the bed and walks to the phone.
Eddie scampers into the room and bounces up onto Frasier's
bed next to him.
Frasier: Oh, hello Eddie! For once I'm actually glad to see you!
Here.
He drapes the poultice around the dog's neck. Horrified, Eddie
runs out of the room. Frasier laughs to himself.
Niles returns to the bed, phone in hand.
Niles: [returning to the bed, phone in hand] Uh, it's for you.
It's - Roz?
Frasier: [taking the phone and speaking weakly] Hello.
Roz: So, how are you feeling?
Frasier: Awful, thank you.
Reset to: we see Roz standing at the payphone outside the studio,
as Gil still goes on with his show.
Roz: Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Because I really think you
should get your butt back down here. You were right about
Gil, Frasier. He's lobbying for our slot. I was talking to
Millie in Traffic and she overheard Gil talking to the station
manager. It was all about how our timeslot is perfect for his
show because it's mid-afternoon and everyone is making [posh
accent] dinner plans!
Frasier: I knew it, I knew it! Geez... OK, Roz, you can count on me.
I'll be there tomorrow.
Roz: Well, you'd better be! I don't trust that greedy, finger-
Licking runt as far as I can throw him.
Gil: [sticking his head out of the booth] I say, Roz, how am I
doing so far?
Roz: [fake] Fabulous!
Reset to: Frasier's room.
Frasier: OK, I'll be in tomorrow.
He hangs up the receiver, and Niles replaces the phone on the desk.
Niles: Frasier, you can't be serious about going in tomorrow. Your
pupils are dilated. [he touches his brother's forehead] You
have a fever.
He wets a cotton swab with the alcohol and meticulously cleans
his hands.
Niles: You go in in that condition, you won't even make it to the...
Frasier: Oh, I just don't trust Gil Chesterton. I think he's after my
timeslot. [exasperated] Oh Niles, will you stop it with the
alcohol!
Niles reluctantly places the cotton wool into the plastic bag that
once held the poultice.
Frasier: I just can't let that smarmy little chowhound do my show for
another day! Oh God, anybody would be better! [inspiration
strikes] Niles, Niles, would you do my show for me?
Niles: Frasier, I think that fever of yours is making you delusional.
Frasier: Oh, no! I filled in for you when you were too sick to meet
with your "Fear of Intimacy" group!
Niles: [heading into the bathroom] I wasn't sick. They were just
getting too close.
Frasier: Oh, I guess you're right. It's probably a bad idea. Doing my
show requires a set of abilities that you just don't possess.
You have to be able to size up your patients very quickly, and
then dispense your advice in an entertaining and insightful
manner.
Niles: [re-entering the room] Frasier, this pathetic attempt at
reverse psychology is beneath you.
Frasier: [knowingly] Then you're not going to do my show?
Niles: [defiantly] No, I AM going to do your show, and I'm going to
do it better than you ever DREAMED of doing it!
Niles walks out, and Frasier is happy — until Eddie scampers in
with the poultice in his teeth. He drops it back onto Frasier's
chest then scampers out again. Frasier stares after him venomously.
FADE TO:
Scene Four — KACL
Roz and Niles are in Frasier's booth. She is showing him around
the control panel.
Roz: [pointing] And here's the cough button in case you need to
cough or clear your throat. [holds up a blue cart] And most
important, here's an extra-long commercial to use if you need
a bathroom break.
Niles: Thank you, but those won't be necessary. I have no cough
reflex, and excellent bladder control.
Roz: [sarcastically deadpan] It's true - all the good ones ARE
married. [leaving for her booth] You're on in ten seconds
and your first caller is Marcia.
Niles: Marcia...
He places the headphones around his neck and sits down, covering the
mike with his hand. Clearing his throat, he tries out catchphrases.
Niles: "Hello, Marcia, I'm listening." That is so trite. "Hello,
Marcia, tell me where it hurts." No, no... "Hello, Marcia,
I hear you." No...
Roz points to him. Not understanding, he points back to her,
while continuing to mutter to himself. Roz points at him again,
more urgently. He still doesn't understand that he is on.
Roz: [speaking into her mike] Good afternoon, Seattle!
Niles: Oh, yes! [puts on his headphones] Hello! This is Dr. Niles
Crane, filling in for my ailing brother, Dr. Frasier Crane.
Although I feel perfectly qualified to fill Frasier's radio
shoes, I should warn you that while Frasier is a Freudian,
I am a Jungian. So there'll be no blaming Mother today.
He is proud of himself for having gotten thus far, and doesn't
notice Roz sigh and sink back into her chair.
Niles: Ooh-kay, Roz, who's my first caller?
Roz: We have Marcia on line three. She's in love with her
husband's brother.
Niles: This day promises not to disappoint. [jabs a button
professionally] Hello, Marcia. "Let's get better!"
Pleased with himself, he gives Roz a "how's that?" shrug.
Surprised, she gives him a "hey, not bad" signal back.
Reset to: Frasier's bedroom. He is listening to the radio as
Daphne takes his temperature again, laughing at Niles's performance.
Niles: [on radio] But before we get into the specifics of your
problem, why don't I give you a little historical background?
The psychiatrist Sigmar Bromnoh - that's B-R-O-M-N-O-H - in
the late 1950s, wrote extensively on the problem you are
facing. Which is all the more amazing when you realise that
Bromnoh was a prominent Reichian, although...
Frasier: [gleefully] Listen to him! He's terrible!
He shuts off the radio. Daphne removes the thermometer.
Daphne: And, I'm afraid, so are you. Your temperature's up to one
hundred and three.
Frasier: Oh, it could go up to a hundred and five, I couldn't be
better! My timeslot is safe. Niles is as dry as this
toast you brought me - with the crust still on. I'm
sure when I'm ready to go back, they'll send a limo!
Daphne: Well, I'll just go get you another drink. Was that last straw
bendy enough?
Frasier: Perfect, thank you. [she starts to leave] Oh Daphne, Daphne,
look. [points at a tissue box on the bed next to him] Here,
take these tissues away. I, they hurt my nose. I want that
kind with the little moisturizer droplet between the sheets.
And the rose petals in the humidifier - I think they're
starting to wilt.
Daphne: Oh, of course. Anything you like. Fresh rose petals,
crust-less toast, soft tissues... [turning to leave,
muttering bitterly] acupuncture needles where you least
expect them...
End Of Act One (Time: 10:05)
Act Two.
Scene One - KACL
Niles is pacing the booth, with his jacket off and his shirtsleeves
rolled up. He is holding the mike and speaking animatedly into it.
Niles: Howard, Lois, I could stay on the air counseling you all day,
but — [glances at the clock] we're coming to the end of our
hour, so I'm just going to cut to the quick. If one of you
doesn't say, "I love you" right now - right now - frankly,
I don't see how you could have any kind of future together.
So, which of you has the courage to say, "I love you?"
In her booth, Roz is impressed; Niles has gotten pretty good.
Lois: [v.o.] Howard... I love you.
Niles: [thrilled] Yes! Yes! Howard, she loves you! What about you?
Howard: [v.o.] I, uh...
Niles: Howard? Are you going to just pack up your emotional tent and
walk away... Howard? Howard, it's up to you! Can you say
it?! Can you?!
Roz: [caught up in the excitement] Come on, Howard! Come on,
Howard!
Howard: I... I love you too, Lois!
Roz: YES!
SMASH CUT TO: Frasier's bedroom, where the three members of the
Crane household are listening to Niles's triumphant broadcast.
Martin, in his chair by the bed, laughs. Daphne happily jumps on
Frasier's back — which she can do because Frasier is face-down on
the bed, writhing in envy.
Daphne: He said it, he said it!
Niles: [on radio] But I'm afraid we're going to have to interrupt
this radio moment with a commercial... [Daphne turns off the
radio]
Martin: Hey, Niles is pretty good!
Frasier: Good? Good?! The little rat is scintillating! Oh, why
couldn't he just do what's expected of him for once and
stink?! He's even better than Gil Chesterton! Oh, God -
they're trying to make me look bad!
Martin: Aw, geez. This high temperature of yours is making you
zooey.
Frasier: No! No! It's made me clear-headed. I've gotta get down
there, go to that station, reclaim what's rightfully mine!
He struggles out of bed, and to his feet.
Frasier: There'll be no more filling in by anybody! No way, no how!
No way, no...
Martin: [stands] Frasier, you're not going anywhere.
Frasier: [facing off with his dad] Oh, who's going to stop me?
Martin: I am.
Frasier: Oh, how are you - a man with a limp and a cane - going to stop
a man in the prime of his life?
Martin pokes Frasier in the chest, and the latter falls pathetically
back onto the bed, groaning loudly.
Martin: [over Frasier's whining] And I wasn't even leaning on my cane.
Come on, Daphne.
He beckons to Daphne, and they both start walking out of the room.
Daphne: Boy, he really is sick.
Martin: Huh! You want to talk sick? 1962, World's Fair. The Tilt-A-
Whirl was right next to the "Little Taste Of India"...
FADE TO:
I GO TO PIECES
Scene Two — KACL
Frasier is back doing his show, with Roz in her booth.
Frasier: As you know, I was out sick most of the week, and I'd like
to take this opportunity to express my sincere gratitude to
Gil Chesterton and to my brother Niles for doing such a
great job of filling in for me.
Oddly enough, Niles and Gil are both standing ominously at a half-
screened window behind Frasier.
Frasier: I really appreciate it, guys.
Turning to the window, he waves cheerily. Both Niles and Gil lift
their hands to return the wave at exactly the same time, looking
decidedly sinister.
Frasier: Well Roz, now that I'm back to normal and feeling great,
who's our first caller?
Roz: We have Sonya from Auburn on line three.
Frasier: Let's just hear what Sonya has to say...
He presses a button on his console. BANG! A bomb under his chair
explodes, vaporizing him. Roz looks upwards, bewildered, as debris
rains down on Frasier's console.
SMASH CUT TO: Frasier's Bedroom
Frasier (still sick), wakes up screaming.
Frasier: DAPHNE! DAPHNE!
Daphne storms in, having almost reached her limit.
Daphne: What is it this time?!
Frasier: I had a dream! I had a dream! They are plotting against me!
Daphne: Oh, now now, Dr. Crane. I thought we went over this already.
It's just your fever talking!
Frasier: [suspiciously] Oh, that's just what you want me to think!
You're probably in league with Niles! I know about the two
of you! Oh, you pretend not to know, but you know!
[N.B. Frasier almost blew Niles's secret right here!!! In fact,
Jane Leeves, who says she knows more about Daphne than the writers
who created her, always maintained that Daphne has always been
aware of Niles's feelings for her, but sublimates them out of
feelings of inferiority. — Mike Lee]
Frasier grabs his prescription pad off the desk and starts scribbling
on it.
Frasier: I've gotta get back down there and take my show back!
Daphne: But you can barely function!
Frasier: Yes, well, these prescriptions will take care of that
and more. [rips off a slip and passes it to her] Now
here, run down to the drugstore, post-haste!
Daphne: [reading it] Syducane?! This'll have you high as a kite!
Frasier: That's only until I take a couple of these!
He rips off another slip and gives it to her. As he climbs out of
bed, she reads it and her eyes widen.
[N.B. A play on the name of series writer Sy Dukane.]
Daphne: Oh now, Dr. Crane, I really don't think you're in any shape...
Frasier: Thank you! But the moment I give a fig for what you think
is the day that England produces a great chef, a world-class
bottle of wine, and a car that has a decent electrical
system!
And for Daphne, that's the limit.
Daphne: [furious] You know, being a health-care provider, I try to
be sympathetic towards my patients. But I have reached the
end of my tether with you, Doctor! You are by far the most
ungrateful, disagreeable, self-centered, whiny fusspot I've
ever had the misfortune of dealing with! I've had patients
on their deathbeds who were more considerate, and a damn
sight more jolly too! As far as I'm concerned, you can lay
in those sweaty sheets until you're one giant bedsore!
Frasier: Are you done?
Daphne: [calming down somewhat] Yes.
Frasier: Then scurry on down to the drugstore and get those filled
while I get dressed!
He turns toward his closet, as Daphne stalks out of the bedroom.
FADE TO:
RADIO DAZE
Scene Three - KACL
Outside the studio, Gil is talking to another employee. Frasier
walks in, unkempt and with a goofy smile on his face.
Gil: Oh, Frasier! What a surprise to see you here today!
Frasier: Well, it's no wonder. I've taken some wonder drugs, I feel
wonderful! [laughs] So I'm going to go do my show now - so
ta-ta, Pieman!
He pulls open the door and enters, as Gil looks confused and a
little alarmed. Inside the booth, Niles is talking. Roz notices
Frasier first.
Niles: Thank you, Greta. It's always satisfying to know I've
changed someone's life. [sees Roz signaling and looks]
Oh, look who's just wandered into my booth, it's my
brother Frasier.
Frasier: Hello, Niles. I've come to take back the reins of my show,
so you can just scoot out of there. [Roz comes in]
Niles: I think this might be a good time to go to a commercial.
[tosses Roz the blue "extra-long" cart, she plugs it in]
This is Dr. Niles Crane, "let's get better."
He goes to commercial, pulls off his headphones, and stands.
Roz: [hesitantly] You OK, Frasier? Your eyes look a little
glassy.
Frasier: [dismissively] I'm fine! It's just that the drugs I took
have some minor slide effects...
He settles into his chair, as Roz and Niles trade an alarmed look.
Roz grabs his chair and wheels him to face her.
Roz: Frasier, look at me. Do you see trails when I do this?
She splays her fingers and passes her hand repeatedly across his eyes.
Frasier: Whoa! [laughs] Ha! It wasn't doing that before!
Niles holds Frasier's gaze steady by taking hold of his chin.
Niles: Listen, you're not going on the air like this. [shakes
a finger in Frasier's face] Stop it, stop...
Niles realizes Frasier is bobbing his head in time with Niles's finger,
and holds Frasier's chin more tightly.
Niles: This is what you're going to do. You're going to bed, you're
going to get rest, and you're going to get rid of this fever,
so you can be as good as new. "Let's get better!" All right?
[removes his fingers] All right?
Frasier: [docilely, seeming appeased] All right... OK...
He stands, Niles and Roz start to lead him out of the booth.
Frasier: Maybe... maybe the two of you could help me find someone
to drive me home?
Roz: [opens the door] Oh, that's the most sensible thing you've
said so far, Frasier-
He shoves them both out the door and locks it.
Roz: [yelling] Frasier! FRASIER!
She runs down the hall to her door even as Frasier rushes madly
across his booth into hers. He locks her door too, laughing
wildly.
Frasier sits back down in his chair as he pulls the headphone on.
Roz and Niles look in helplessly after banging on the door a few
more times.
Frasier: Hello, Seattle, I'm back! This is Dr. Frasier Crane.
I promise I will never leave you again... so, let's
take our first caller. [presses a button] Hello, I'm
listening.
Robert: [v.o.] Hi, Dr. Crane. Thanks for taking my call.
I'm a little nervous, okay? My name is Robert.
Frasier: And your name is?
Robert: ...My name is Robert.
Frasier: Oh, I'm sorry. We've already had a Robert on the show today.
Goodbye!
He presses a button to disconnect Robert. Outside the booth,
Roz is on the office phone.
Roz: Tony, it's Roz. Could you get security up here? Captain
Kirk's got control of the bridge and he's gone insane.
Inside the booth, Frasier is still on the air:
Frasier: Who is this?
Janice: I'm Janice.
Frasier: Well, Janice, what's your problem?
Janice: Well, I'm having a problem breaking through a barrier with
my in-laws.
Frasier: Boring!
He jabs another button and disconnects her, then picks up on another
line.
Frasier: Hello! You're on the crane with Frasier Air!
Marjorie: Hi, Dr. Crane. This is Marjorie. You see, I'm...
I'm having a problem with my boss. He doesn't seem to
respect me, and I don't have the courage to confront him.
Frasier: OK, OK, Marjorie. Well, let's, let's see... Let's do a
little role-playing, OK? Look, I'll be your boss, you be
yourself, you be Marjorie... and uh - come on in and talk
to me in a very forceful way. Tell me what you think, and
you just might be surprised by what happens!
Marjorie: Well, OK. "Listen, Mr. Ross. I've worked for this company
for six years and I've never missed a day. But you've
constantly promoted people less qualified than I am,
and I don't think that's fair."
As she speaks, Frasier makes a shooing motion with his right hand
and presumably starts seeing trails again. He keeps waving his hand
until she stops talking.
Frasier: "Well, Marjorie, I must say I admire your forthrightness,
and uh... I wished more of my employees came and spoke to
me with an open mind. You know, you're going to get that
promotion!"
Marjorie: Hey, that was great!
Frasier: [excited] Yeah! Wasn't it? Wasn't it? OK, it's my turn!
I'm Marjorie and you're the boss now! Come on! Come on...
At this point, the door has been forced open and Niles comes in with
some uniformed security guards.
Niles: [gently] Frasier, these nice men are going to take your
home.
Frasier: [in dazed confusion] I'm - I'm, I'm doing my show! [a guard
takes the headphones off his ears] I can't! I'm on the air!
Roz: No, you're not. We cut you off. You're on commercial.
Niles: Don't you worry your little mucous-filled head about
anything. Everything's under control.
The guards have been slowly pushing Frasier out of the booth in his
swivel chair.
Frasier: But it's my show, it's my booth... [exiting the door]
Hey, this is fun! Ha! Make it go faster! Whee!
As they wheel him out, Roz quickly shuts the door and checks the clock.
Roz: [urgently] Five seconds, Niles!
She rushes into her booth. Niles puts on the headphones and
Roz cues him by pointing.
Niles: Hello! This is Dr. Niles Crane again and no, we haven't
taken leave of our senses. That bit of inspired lunacy you
heard just before the commercial was just a little docudrama
Frasier and I put together on the dangers of over-medication.
At this point, we see Frasier in the hallway behind the studio,
running wildly away as the guards chase him off the screen.
Concerned, Roz looks after him.
Niles: Bravo, Frasier, for so brilliantly demonstrating why they call
it "dope!"
FADE TO:
Scene Four — Frasier's Bedroom
Frasier bolts awake, as he did earlier in the show, and starts yelling again.
Frasier: [hysterically] Daphne! Daphne!
Daphne throws open the door again.
Daphne: Whaaat?
Frasier: I had another dream! I dreamt I went down to the station all
doped-up and tried to take over my show and made a big fool
out of myself, and they-they dragged me out of there like a
lunatic in a butterfly net!
Daphne: [comfortingly] Now, now, that was just a dream. You
go back to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning.
Soothed, he lays down again.
Frasier: Oh, Daphne. Can I have a little lemonade? With fresh
lemons and maybe a little sprig of mint?
Daphne: [sweetly] Anything you want.
Frasier falls back onto his bed, asleep. Martin is waiting in the
doorway.
Martin: Why'd you tell him it was a dream?
Daphne: No fun telling him the truth now, when he's all doped up.
I'll wait till tomorrow morning - when he's good and lucid.
They laugh and exit.
End Of Act Two (Time: 22:00)
Credits:
We see Frasier seated in his booth, talking very normally into
the mike. He looks over toward Roz's booth, smiling, and the
camera follows his gaze. What we see seated there, on top of
the console, is not Roz... but Eddie with the headphones on!
Suddenly, we see Roz jerking awake, freaked out. She looks
around her warily, then, relieved, she puts her headphones
back on.
Guest Appearances
Guest Starring
EDWARD HIBBERT as Gil Chesterton
Guest Callers
STEVE YOUNG as Blake
GARRY TRUDEAU as Louis
EYDIE GORME as Lois
STEVE LAWRENCE as Howard
TOMMY HILFIGER as Robert
PATRICIA HEARST as Janice
MARY TYLER MOORE as Marjorie
Legal Stuff
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