[3.3]Martin Does It His Way

Martin Does In His Way                       Written by David Lloyd
                                             Directed by Phillip Charles
Production Code: 3.3
Episode Number In Production Order: 49
Original Airdate on NBC: 10th October 1995
Transcript written on 17th December 1999
Transcript revised on 22nd December 2002

Transcript {nicholas hartley}

Act One.

Scene One - KACL.
Frasier is approaching his last caller of the day.

Frasier: Well, we have time for one more caller.  Roz?
    Roz: We have Ed on line three.
Frasier: Hello, Ed, I'm listening. [no answer] Ed? [no answer] Ed? 
         Well, we seem to have lost Ed.  Let's take another caller.  
         On line four we have.... Roz?

Roz has begun eating and cannot talk because she has a mouth full.

Frasier: Roz? 

Roz takes some milk but she still cannot eat it quickly enough.

Frasier: We have....

Roz decides to mime.  So she points to her eye.

Frasier: Eye...

Roz leans to the left.

Frasier: Lean. [then:] Oh, Eileen.  Hello Eileen, I'm listening.
 Eileen: [v.o:] Dr. Crane, I've been very happily married for twenty 
         years and I wouldn't dream of cheating, but lately when we're 
         making love I find myself fantasizing about people... other 
         than my husband.
Frasier: Well, that's perfectly normal.  It's quite normal to spice up 
         one's love life by imagining a tryst with, oh, a sports figure 
         or a movie star or...
 Eileen: Or a radio psychiatrist?
Frasier: Excuse me?
 Eileen: It's your voice, Dr. Crane.  You must have the most sensuous 
         voice on earth.
Frasier: [putting on a sensuous voice:] Oh, I don't know, Eileen.
 Eileen: I've never seen your picture.  Would you mind describing 
Frasier: Oh, well I don't really think that's appropriate...
    Roz: I'll do it. 
Frasier: Roz, I don't think...
    Roz: He's about six-one, with a granite jaw and the broad shoulders 
         of a marine.  He's been wearing his hair short lately but that 
         only accentuates his cobalt blue eyes, his chiseled cheekbones 
         and his full, provocative lips.
 Eileen: Wow!  Thanks Roz, and thank you, Dr. Crane.  I'll be thinking 
         of you tonight - with any luck, twice! [hangs up]
Frasier: Well, this is Dr. Frasier Crane feeling a little red in his 
         chiseled cheeks.  Till tomorrow then, this is KACL 780 AM. 
         [signs off air]

As Frasier presses a button Roz enters his booth and goes to the tape 

Frasier: Roz, that was quite a flattering description.  You know, 
         just out of curiosity: were you just helping that lady with 
         her fantasy or do you really see me that way?
    Roz: [freezes, then in a haunted voice:] You really don't know, 
         do you? [turns around] Frasier, I am so attracted to you, 
         I always have been. [starts to get closer to him] Your looks, 
         your voice...

She begins to straddle him and bend him backwards in his chair.

    Roz: You don't know how many times I've wanted to strip naked and 
         hurl myself at that glass partition like a bug on a 
Frasier: Are you through?
    Roz: [smacks his head] Well, ask a stupid question!

She gets off of him and goes back to the tape deck as Frasier sorts 
his briefcase out.

Frasier: All right Roz, I will see you tomorrow.
    Roz: Hey, aren't you going to the staff meeting?
Frasier: No, no, no, just tell them that my aunt died.  I'm off to 
         her lawyer's now, she put me in charge of her memorial.
    Roz: Oh, I'm so sorry.
Frasier: Oh, don't be, she was a dreadful old harpy.  Life around her 
         was miserable.
    Roz: That should look nice on her headstone.
Frasier: Well, I don't mean any disrespect but you know, the entire
         time I knew her she never said anything to me that wasn't 
         scornful, derisive or contemptuous. 
    Roz: So how come she made you in charge of her memorial?
Frasier: I was her favourite!


Scene Two - Frasier's Apartment.
Daphne is cutting Martin's hair at the dinner table whilst he reads 
the paper.  Niles and Frasier enter with bags and they ad-lib 
greetings.  Frasier notices Eddie rolling on the couch.

Frasier: Dad, I thought we had an agreement: Eddie doesn't roll around 
         on the sofa and I don't throw him in front of a bus!
  Niles: Hello, Daphne.
 Daphne: Oh, hello Dr. Crane.  Will you be joining us for dinner?
  Niles: If it's not too much trouble.  It's Maris's night to host 
         her book club and they are more comfortable not having a man 
Frasier: Yes, apparently Niles makes the ladies self-conscious.
  Niles: Well, I sat in on the last discussion and Mrs. Esterbrook- 
         Kindred developed a facial tic every time she had to say the 
         word "Balzac."
 Martin: So how did it go with Aunt Louise's lawyer?  Did you get the 
         old bat's affairs straightened out?
  Niles: Ask her yourself.

Niles places her urn on the table.  This causes Eddie to run off down 
the corridor to Martin's room.

Frasier: Apparently, it was Aunt Louise's wish that Niles dispose of 
         her ashes.
  Niles: Now the pressure's on me to find the perfect place for her 
         to rest for eternity.  I haven't the faintest idea what to 
         do with her.
 Martin: Why don't you just flush her down the toilet?
 Daphne: Mr. Crane, you can't do that!
 Martin: Why not?  She loved the water.
  Niles: Oh, oh, that's it: the beach.  Oh, no, no, she hated seagulls.  
         And vice-versa. [then:] Oh, oh, oh... no! [then:] It doesn't 
         matter where I pick, you know it's not going to be good 
         enough.  Whatever I did she always found fault.  Remember when 
         I used to mow her lawn?
Frasier: Yes, what about the Christmas tree I bought her?
  Niles: The ashtray I made at camp?
Frasier: [imitating her:] "Is that the best you can do?  It wobbles!"
  Niles: [to urn:] I wish I had that ashtray now!
 Martin: So when's the memorial service?
Frasier: It's two weeks after tomorrow.  Lucky lucky me, her last 
         request was that I deliver the eulogy. 
 Daphne: Oh come on now, you can handle it.  You just stand up there 
         and say a few nice things.
Frasier: There aren't any!
 Daphne: Then just make them up.  Everyone lies a little in eulogies.
Frasier: No Daphne, I refuse to invent virtues the woman didn't have. 
         I'll just have to find something good I can honestly say 
         about her.
 Martin: [stands:] Good luck!  She was nothing but a crabby, tight- 
         fisted old pain.  All she ever did was sit around that house 
         day after day watching TV.  She kept that same old cruddy 
         furniture all her life.

Martin sits down in his old chair in front of the box prompting Niles 
and Frasier to give a stare at each other.  

 Martin: What? 

But Niles and Frasier just skate round the issue and sit on the sofa.

  Niles: Oh, remember how she always used to complain about the 
 Martin: Oh yeah, every year she was going to take a trip to the 
         South Pacific.  It was her big dream.  But would she spend 
         the money?  Nooooo.  She just sat around whining all the 
         time about how she'd like to be in a warmer climate.
Frasier: My guess is she finally made it. 
 Daphne: [hinting:] I think it would be terribly bad to go through 
         life having a secret dream and never fulfilling it.  You'd 
         never do anything silly like that, would you Mr. Crane?
 Martin: What're you talking about?
 Daphne: Oh, I don't know.  Perhaps a little something involving a 
         certain shoebox you keep hidden.
Frasier: Shoebox?
 Martin: Forget it, it's not important.
 Daphne: Oh fine, if you don't want to talk about it, don't talk 
         about it.  It's only something you've given over thirty 
         years of your life to.
 Martin: Hey, I didn't tell you that so you can go around blabbing it 
         to everyone.
Frasier: Tell us, dad, what's in the shoe box?
 Martin: Nothing, all right?

Everyone starts encouraging Martin to tell everyone so he does.

 Martin: It's just some songs I wrote... for Frank Sinatra.
 Daphne: And he keeps them in his shoebox.
 Martin: I think your work here is done.

Daphne darts off down the corridor to Martin's room.

 Martin: Your mother and I used to listen to Sinatra all the time.  
         I know most of his songs by heart.  I guess I got it into 
         my head one day that I'd try to write a song myself.  I'd 
         be at the station house or on a stakeout, I'd get an idea 
         and pretty soon I had a shoebox full.  I used to imagine 
         your mother and I seeing Frank in the stands in Vegas and 
         he'd open the show with one of my songs.
Frasier: Oh gee, dad, why did you never tell us about this?
 Martin: Because it is stupid.  They were no good...
  Niles: Oh...
 Martin: And don't bother to ask, I'm not letting you see 'em.

Daphne rushes in with the shoebox.

 Daphne: Here they are. Just like I told you, in his shoebox.
  Niles: [reads:] "You are the song my soul would sing."
Frasier: Very poetic.
  Niles: [reads:] "You make my heart go ring-a ding-ding."
 Martin: That was during Frank's ring-a-ding period.
Frasier: Lord, this shoebox is full of them. [reads:] "I didn't mean 
         to hurt her, she made me lose my mind".
 Martin: Hey, lemme see that! [reads then:] No, that's just some 
         confession I took from a guy.  The lyrics are on the back. 
         Anyway, I never finished them.  They were never any good. 
         [picks one up] Well, except this.  I gotta admit this has 
         got "Frank Sinatra" written all over it.
  Niles: [reads:] "She's such a groovy lady."
 Martin: It's still got that nice contemporary sound.
 Daphne: So, why don't you send it to old Blue Eyes?
 Martin: No, they're just words scribbled on a piece of paper.  The 
         tune's in my head, I don't know how to write it down.
Frasier: Well, Niles and I do.  You've got the tune in your head, why 
         don't you let us write it down for you?

They begin arguing over this and Martin decides it's a bad idea.  
So Daphne is tactical.

 Daphne: Oh, you're wasting your breath trying to convince him to do 
Frasier: Dad, come on. [he refuses:] Yeah, you're probably right.  
         You just sit there night after night watching TV until the 
         time finally comes when we collect your ashes and scatter 
         them over that chair - where they'll probably go unnoticed.
 Martin: [realising:] All right, okay.

Niles and Frasier are overjoyed and run to the piano.  Niles sits 
down claiming he'll be sitting at the piano, however Frasier isn't too 
happy about this.  Martin goes up near to the piano and they begin.

 Martin: Okay, so boys, the way I'm hearing the intro, it goes 
         something like this.

Martin shouts a weird noise mixed with bwobbety-bwas, scobba-doobas, 
and finishing an unearthly noise sounding like "bwaaaaaa!"

  Niles: Of course, it is your piano. 

Niles stands up, however Frasier pushes him back into his seat 
realising that he ended up with the best job after all.

End Of Act One.

Act Two.

Scene One - Frasier's Apartment - Night.

Niles is at the piano.  Frasier is stood up behind him and Martin is 
sat on a high chair by the piano.  It's late at night, and all three
men are in their undershirts.  Niles is playing the conclusion to 
the song, and Martin is happily snapping his fingers in time to it.

 Martin: No, no, it goes: Groovy lady of mine, ba-ba-ba-bap-bam-ba-a-
  Niles: Like: [plays something along those lines]
 Martin: No, no, come on, this is the big finish.  Ba-ba-bap-bam-ba-a-
Frasier: Dad, dad, in Niles's defense, after four hours your "ba-bap-
         ba-ba-a-a-a's sound a lot like your "scoopety, boop, bop, 
         bam!"  Right, Niles, let's just try it again.

Niles tries and it's perfect.

 Martin: Yeah!  That's it.
  Niles: All right?
 Martin: Yeah.  Let's hear the chorus one last time.

Niles begins playing and Frasier gets ready to sing:

Frasier: She's such a groovy lady,
         She makes my heart go heidi-hiedi,
         She is the chick I spend my nights dreaming off...

Frasier: [stops:] Niles. [Niles stops] Dad, I don't mean to criticise.  
         You know that "heidi-hiedi?"  It sounds like Cab Calloway sung 
 Martin: You got any better suggestions?
  Niles: Er, yes, yes: "She's like a wood, all cool and shady!"
Frasier: No, no: "She makes the bravest cat go 'fraidy!"

They disagree.  Daphne enters with coffee.

 Daphne: I've got it: "She could have slept with Warren Beatty!"
Frasier: [patronising:] Very nice Daphne, no.
 Martin: Well, I'm sticking with my one, keep singing.

Niles starts playing and Frasier starts singing.

Frasier: Her lips are red as ruby,
         She makes my heart go scooby dooby,
         She is the broad who makes me coo-coo in the heart.

Niles stops playing and Frasier stops singing.

  Niles: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't mean to quibble but it seems 
         like her heart is always going heidi-hiedi, ringy-dingy, or 
         scooby dooby.
 Martin: Look, I don't need another critic.
  Niles: Fine, perhaps a cardiologist?
 Martin: In all due respect, I think I'm a little more tuned in to 
         what Frank likes and this is pretty close to perfect the way 
         it is.
Frasier: Well?
 Martin: How about that!  Thirty years and I've finally finished it.
Frasier: Never too late.

They all thank each other.

 Martin: Yeah, first thing tomorrow, I'm mailing it to Frank's people. 
         A little help from Lady Luck, maybe they'll kick it upstairs 
         to the chairman himself. [starts singing:] "She's such a 
         groovy lady, [throws sweater over his shoulder:] She makes my 
         heart go heidi-hiedi..." [walks off]

The Crane brothers and Daphne look on with an air of pride as the 
scene FADES OUT.

Scene Two - Frasier's Apartment.
Two weeks later it is the morning of Aunt Lousie's funeral.  Frasier 
is still writing his eulogy on paper.  However, he takes the paper, 
rips it up and starts again.  A photo album is also laid out on the 
table.  Martin enters.

 Martin: Oh Jeez!  The service is in an hour.  Aren't you finished 
         with that eulogy yet?
Frasier: I can't even come up with a first line.  I got this old 
         photo album, probably one of her pictures might inspire me.
 Martin: How about this: "We all loved Aunt Louise, even if the 
         camera didn't!" [laughs with Frasier]
 Daphne: [enters with a tissue - her voice sounds like she has a cold:] 
         Dr. Crane, you've been agonising over this for two weeks.  
         Perhaps it's time to start bending the truth a little.
Frasier: No, I refuse to lie.
 Martin: Why?
 Daphne: I find it hard to believe there isn't one nice story you can 
         tell about her.  Maybe a cute little saying she used?
Frasier: I'm not sure that, "Stop crying, or I'll give you something 
         to cry about" would qualify.

Martin opens the front door and begins to leave.

 Daphne: Where are you off to?
 Martin: Just going to go check the mail.

Martin exits.

 Daphne: I wish they'd just give him an answer about that song.  He 
         must have made a hundred trips to the mailbox during the 
         past two weeks. [sneezes]
Frasier: Oh, bless you, Daphne.  Are you sure you're up to coming to 
         the memorial?
 Daphne: Oh, it's just a little cold. [blows nose] Besides, in my 
         family, when there was a funeral everybody went.  I remember 
         when Grammy Moon passed on.  My brothers had been off on a 
         three-day bender.  They couldn't even stand on their own - 
         pissed as newts!  But they crawled to that chapel on their 
         hands and knees. 
Frasier: Very commendable.
 Daphne: Yeah, well, they had an obligation.  They were the 

The doorbell sounds.  Daphne answers to Niles with the urn.

  Niles: Hello, Daphne.
 Daphne: Hello.
Frasier: Oh dear Lord, Niles, don't tell me you haven't disposed of 
         those ashes yet. 
  Niles: Frasier, I have taken them to a dozen locations.  Fossy 
         glade, a babbling brook, a moonlit pond.  None of them felt 
         right, what am I going to do?
Frasier: Well, winter's coming.  The sidewalks are always slippery. 
         I'm having the same problem with the eulogy!
  Niles: [sees album] Oh, remember when this photo was taken - the 
         day Aunt Lousie took me to Wilson's Meadow to fly a kite?  
         It cost her 35 cents and when it got stuck in a tree she 
         made me climb up after it.  I fell out, broke my collarbone 
         in two places.  I think that's the only time I saw her laugh. 
         [inspired] Frasier!  I think she might be happy there!
Frasier: Niles, I think you might be right.
  Niles: And even if she's not, let's still do it.

Martin enters, looking sad.

 Daphne: Any news about your song?
 Martin: Nah.  Listen, we better get started.
Frasier: All right.  Perhaps I'll have some inspiration on the way 
         over in the car.
  Niles: And Wilson's Meadow is on the way.  We can stop and scatter 
         the ashes.
Frasier: Fine.
 Daphne: Well, this sounds like a family affair.  Maybe I'll take my  
         car and meet you there.
 Martin: All right, let's go.
  Niles: Wilson's Meadow is the perfect place.  Aunt Louise, you've 
         tormented me for two weeks and finally I've shown you I can 
         do something right.

Martin, Frasier and Niles exit the front door.  After a pause Niles 
enters again to pick up the urn of ashes he left behind.

  Niles: [to urn:] Oh, shut up!

Niles exits with urn.


Scene Three - Wilson's Meadow.
The three pull up in the car - Frasier driving, Niles in the 
passenger seat and Martin in the back.

  Niles: Here, here, yes, yes.  Perfect. [about urn:] There's something 
         rattling in here.  Like some great grisly morata.

Niles gets out.  Throughout the following conversation between Martin 
and Frasier we see Niles trying to get the urn open unsuccessfully. 
He even hits it against a tree and jumps on it.

Frasier: What am I going to say at this memorial?
 Martin: Don't ask me.
Frasier: You write lyrics, don't ya? 
 Martin: Right!  Tell that to Sinatra!
Frasier: Oh, dad, it's a good sing.  I even caught myself singing it 
         in the shower this morning.
 Martin: Yeah.
Frasier: Just because you haven't heard anything yet doesn't mean... 
         you have heard something?
 Martin: Yeah. [takes out letter:] This morning they rejected it.
Frasier: Oh, I'm sorry, dad.
 Martin: Oh, it's okay.  Sinatra must gets thousands of songs sent to 
         him.  What did I expect?
Frasier: Well, you know, at least you gave it your best shot.
 Martin: Yeah, I guess.  I mean, sure it would have been nice to hear 
         it sung, but hey, I finished it, finally!  Yeah, I walked 
         down that highway, and climbed that mountain, and reached 
         for the stars. [realising lyric-like sentence] Oh sure, 
         now I get hot!

Niles opens the car door.

  Niles: I can't open the damn urn!
Frasier: [gets out:] Oh, you are so helpless!  For Pete's sake, give it to me, 
         give it to me.

Frasier yanks the lip open.  However, the ashes gust out and cover 
Niles and Frasier.  They try to dust themselves clean.


Scene Four - Church.
It's the memorial service.  Daphne is sat down on the front row. 
Martin and Niles join her.

 Martin: It looks like Louise's whole rest home showed up.  It must be 
         "Liver & Onions Day" in the cafeteria. 
 Daphne: Apparently when they heard it was Frasier Crane from the 
         radio speaking, the whole rest home turned out.  Can't wait 
         to hear what he has to say.
  Niles: Neither can he: He's huddled in the rectory still working on 
         his first sentence.
 Daphne: How did the scattering go?  Were there any problems?
  Niles: No, nothing important.

Niles takes off his shoe and empties some ashes out onto the floor. 
The service begins. 

Minister: Dear friends, thank you all for coming today.  I know how 
          very deeply your friendship was treasured by Louise.  We 
          are privileged to have with us her favourite nephew, one of 
          Seattle's most eloquent speakers, Dr. Frasier Crane.  Dr. 
          Crane has spent the last fortnight reflecting on what 
          Louise meant to him.  Dr. Crane?

Frasier takes the stand.  Everyone listens intently.

Frasier: Well, well, well.  What can I say about Aunt Louise?  What can 
         I say?  Louise... touched us all. [dusts his clothes:] In 
         fact, she touches us still. [dusts again] Aunt Louise... loved 
         to teach us all lessons.  You know, it's hard to picture her 
         without hearing her saying, "I'm going to teach you a lesson."  
         What particularly comes to mind, by the very way she lived her 
         own life: she taught us how important it is to pursue our 
         dreams. [Martin looks up] Whether we succeed or fail, what 
         really matters is that we tried.  And now as we say goodbye to 
         Louise, a phrase comes to mind.  It was coined by my very own 
         father... "She's Such A Groovy Lady."

Niles, Daphne and Martin look at each other in confusion.

Frasier: I said, "She's Such A Groovy Lady."

The organist starts up playing the music.  The choir stands:

  Choir: Oh, that groovy lady,
         Oh, that groovy lady...

Frasier also conducts it.

  Choir: She's such a groovy lady,
         She makes my heart go heidi-hiedi,
         She is the chick I spend my nights dreaming of.

         Her lips are red as ruby,
         She makes my heart go scooby dooby,
         She makes me wanna shout "Hey Vagers, above!"

         She's got the whole world swinging,
         She makes my heart start ringing-dinging,
         That hubba hubba groovy lady of mine,
         Of mine, of mine,
         That hubba hubba groovy lady of mine,
         Oh yeah,
         Oh yeah...

   Base: Yeah!
  Choir: Yeah!

Niles, Daphne and Martin have been dancing in their seats and clap 
along with the congregation and the studio audience. 

End Of Act Two.


In the church, the cleaner comes around sweeping the floors.  
He spots the ash of Louise out of Niles'S shoe and puts it 
in the bin.

Guest Appearances

 Guest Starring
 TOM TROUPE as Minister

 Guest Callers

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