[6.11] Good Samaritan

Good Samaritan                              Written by Alex Gregory & 
                                                       Peter Huyck
                                            Directed by Sheldon Epps   
Production Code: 6.9
Episode Number in Production Order: 130
Episode Filmed on:
Original Airdate on NBC: 7th January 1999
Transcript written on 9th July 2000
Transcript revised on 8th November 2002

Transcript {david langley}

Act 1

Scene 1 — Café Nervosa
Fade in.  Roz and Frasier are seated at a table near the counter.
The café is very busy and all the waiters are engaged.

    Roz: So when's Freddie comin' in?
Frasier: Oh, actually, he's arriving in a few hours, I'm picking him up 
         at the airport.  Gosh, you know, I'm so excited to see him.  
         It was Lilith's turn to have him for his birthday this year, 
         but apparently there was an accident at the lab.  One of her 
         monkeys bit her on the tongue.
    Roz: [disturbed] What exactly was she doing with the monkey?
Frasier: She was teaching them sign language.  I guess one of them 
         made a disparaging remark about her new haircut, she stuck 
         her tongue out.
    Roz: Wow!  How bad does a haircut have to be for a monkey to 
         hate it?
Frasier: [rising] Well, I guess I'm just gonna have to get myself a 
         cup of coffee. [He notices something.] Oh, somebody dropped 
         a wallet.
    Roz: Hmmm.  Is he cute?
Frasier: It's hard to tell from a driver's license photo, but he is 
         five foot six, weighs two hundred pounds and has corrective 
    Roz: Leave it on the floor!
Frasier: Well, thank God I don't share your "Good deeds for hunks 
         only" policy. [to counterman] Excuse me, I just found 

A man comes in behind him.

    Man: Hey, hey, is that my wallet you got there?
Frasier: Is it?  I just found it on the floor over there, I was just 
         about to leave it at the counter.  Please, no reward.
    Man: What happened to my cash?
Frasier: Well, I don't know.  It was empty when I found it.
    Man: Yeah, right!  I had seven bucks in here!
Frasier: Well I'm sure some lucky thief is off enjoying a matinee 
         and a small soda!
    Man: At least you left my credit card!  Jerk! [He stalks off.]
Frasier: Would you please bring me my usual? [He returns to the table.] 
         Do you believe that guy?  I do him a favor, he accuses me of 
    Roz: Oh, please.  The world is full of creeps like that.  
         Haven't you figured that out yet?
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry, Roz, but I still believe people are basically 

Bulldog comes in and crouches next to their table.

Bulldog: Hey, guys, I'm glad you're here.  I need to talk to you about 
Frasier: What can I do for you, Bulldog?
Bulldog: My mom's having bypass surgery tomorrow morning, and I'd like 
         to sit up with her tonight at the hospital.  But I gotta work 
         the eleven-to-one spot.  I don't suppose you could...
    Roz: Oh, right!  Like we don't know there's a big fight in Vegas 
Bulldog: Look, I know I've jerked you guys around before, but this 
         is serious.
Frasier: Bulldog, I'm sorry, Frederick's coming in tonight, it's his 
Bulldog: [taking out a cell phone and dialing] OK, Doc.  Never mind, 
         I understand.  Hello, Bernice Briscoe's room, please.  I hope 
         my mom's around to celebrate her next birthday.  Hi, Mom.  
         It's Bobby.  Um, look, I'm gonna have to work tonight after 
Frasier: Bulldog, wait a minute.  You know what?  Frederick will 
         probably be asleep by eleven, I guess we could take your 
    Roz: Are you insane?!  How can you be so gullible?  He is not 
         talking to his mother! 

She grabs Bulldog's phone and starts in with a very sarcastic voice.

    Roz: Does somebody have a boo-boo on her heart?  Is someone gonna 
         have to open you up with those big old rib spreaders? [then] 
         Oh, Mrs. Briscoe, I'm so sorry.  Listen, I just wanted you to 
         know that we'll fill in for Bobby tonight.
Bulldog: Thanks a million, you guys.  I better get back to the hospital.
Frasier: God bless, Bulldog.

Bulldog heads for the door.

    Roz: [her face in her hands] I can't believe I said that!  
         Oh, that poor woman...

Bulldog is on his way out when he runs into a beautiful woman.

Bulldog: Hey, we're outta here! 
  Woman: But our flight doesn't leave for another two hours.
Bulldog: No, I gotta stop by my mom's first.  I owe her fifty bucks 
         and a case of Schlitz.

They leave, FADE OUT.

Scene 2 - Frasier's Apartment.
Fade in.  Niles is sitting at the dining table.  He is dipping balloons 
into a glass of water, blotting them on a napkin, then twirling them in 
the air to dry.  Martin comes in and sees this.

 Martin: Should I even ask?
  Niles: These balloons come in an unsealed package, covered in some 
         mysterious dust, straight from some southeast Asian sweatshop.   
         Doesn't that worry you?
 Martin: [sitting] Oh, you bet it does.  I remember back in Korea, 
         we'd crouch in our foxholes, scared to death those bastards 
         were gonna drop balloons on us.
 Daphne: [rushing in from her room] The doorman just called.  
         They're on their way up.

She hands out hats to them as they get up.

  Niles: I don't know how much of a surprise it's going to be, anyway.  
         You did the same thing last year.
 Martin: That's the whole point.  He's never gonna suspect I'd do it 
         two years in a row.
 Daphne: I must say, I feel a bit bad for Freddie.  None of his mates 
         are going to be here, just us three old fogeys yelling 
 Martin: Well, any party he's at with you is gonna be a treat for him.  
         You know, he's got that little crush on you.
  Niles: If you really want Frederick to enjoy himself, he especially 
         likes you in that little blue cocktail dress.
 Daphne: Well, I'm not sure that dress is appropriate for a child's 
         birthday party.
  Niles: Well, it's hardly a party, it's just us fogeys.

CUT TO: the elevator with Frasier and Freddie.

Frasier: You know, Frederick, your granddad really wanted to be here, 
         but he had an important Rotary Club meeting.
Freddie: Uh-oh.
Frasier: What?
Freddie: Not another surprise party.
Frasier: What are you talking about?
Freddie: Just like last year!
Frasier: Oh, lord, all right, all right.  I'll tell you what, just 
         don't let on, OK?  You know how he loves this stuff.  Just 
         act surprised, all right?

They arrive at the 19th floor

Freddie: The hardest part is pretending to be fooled by those trick 
Frasier: Oh, gosh.  You think it's hard now, wait 'til you're my age.

Frasier opens the door and hits the lights.

    All: Surprise!
Freddie: Oh, wow!  I'm so surprised!
 Martin: See, I told you!

Martin and Niles come towards him with arms outstretched saying 
"Happy birthday", Freddie walks past them and races into Daphne's 
arms for a big hug.

Freddie: Hi!

Martin and Niles look on knowingly, the phone rings.

 Daphne: Happy birthday, sweetheart.  Just let me get the phone.  
         [She answers as Freddie trails after like a puppy.] Hello? 
         Yes, who's calling please?  Wiwif?  Anybody here know a 
Frasier: Oh, Lilith! [He takes the phone.] Yes, hello Lilith.  
         What's that?  Oh, right!  Yes, of course he's here.  
         It's your mom, Freddie, why don't you take it into your  
         granddad's room? [He hands it to Freddie.]
Freddie: OK.  Hi, mom. [He goes off.]
 Martin: Hey, let's get the cake ready.
Frasier: Oh, yes, yes.  Oh, Frasier, I think you're going to be 
         pleasantly surprised.
Frasier: Ooooh.

The men go to the kitchen.  There is a large cake on the stove,
a three-dimensional portrait of a man's face, which despite the
festive coloring, is more than a little creepy.

  Niles: Et, voila!
Frasier: What the hell is that?
  Niles: It's Louis Pasteur, Freddie's favorite scientist.
Frasier: What child wouldn't be thrilled with a coconut death mask 
         on his birthday?
 Martin: Frasier, what happened to your jacket?
Frasier: Oh, at the airport, I helped this woman get a dog into her 
  Niles: Oh, I hope at least it was in a crate.
Frasier: Yes, a very heavy crate.  I had to hold it at arm's length 
         so that what I chose to believe was drool wouldn't run out 
         onto my shoes. [Niles grimaces.] Eight blocks later, I 
         finally load little Fido into her backseat, the woman 
         drives off without so much as a "Thank you" or an offer to 
         give me a ride back to the airport.  Well, I responded with 
         the time-honored gesture of disapproval, but on the upswing 
         I caught my finger on the jacket and, well... I must say, 
         my belief in people's basic decency has taken a beating 
         today.  You know, earlier I returned a man's wallet, he 
         accused me of stealing.
 Martin: Well, it just proves what I always say: A good Samaritan 
         is nothin' but a good target.
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry, Dad.  I'm not ready to be quite that 
         cynical yet.
 Daphne: [coming in, excited] He's off the phone!
 Martin: Ooh, good.  All right.  Well, you can believe what you want, 
         but I think people are born rotten, and every year they get 
         worse. [He leads the procession out of the kitchen.] Happy 
         birthday to you...


Scene 3 - The Radio Station.
Frasier is on the air, Roz is yawning on her side.

Frasier: Welcome back to the night owl edition of the Dr. Frasier Crane 
         show.  We have Stephen on line two.  Go ahead, caller, you're 
         on the air.
Stephen: [v.o.] I think I'm losing my mind, Dr. Crane.  People are 
         talking to me through my radio.
Frasier: Why do you think that?
Stephen: There it is again.
Frasier: Turn your radio down.
Stephen: Now it's giving me orders!
Frasier: Stephen, turn your radio down.
Stephen: And it knows my name!
Frasier: Stephen, listen to me: this is your radio talking.  I'm a very 
         smart radio, and I care about you.  And I want you to turn me 
         off, go to bed, and seek counseling in the morning.
Stephen: OK.  Sorry, Doc, can't talk anymore. [hangs up]
Frasier: Well, I'd like to end tonight on a philosophical note.  
         You see, earlier today, I helped some people. [Roz uses 
         a butterfly clip to hold her bangs up and begins wiping 
         off her makeup with pads.] I returned a man's wallet and 
         I aided a woman at the airport.  And in return, I was 
         accused of being a thief, and my favorite jacket was 
         ruined.  I was so disappointed by the events of the day 
         that, on my way to work here tonight, I almost passed by 
         an elderly man with a flat tire without stopping to help 

He glances over at Roz, who is now putting cold cream on her face.

Frasier: What the hell are you doing? [remembering] ...I asked myself.  
         How would I feel if I were in this man's position, and no one 
         stopped to help me?  Well, I did pull over, I helped the man, 
         and frankly it felt great.  So without sounding preachy, I 
         would like to advise you all to do a good deed once in a 
         while.  If not for the sake of others, but then for your 
         own sake.  Now let's go to station ID. [off-air] Roz, do you 
    Roz: What is your problem?  I'm getting ready for bed.  Alice gets 
         me up at the crack of dawn, if I get all this taken care of, 
         I get an extra half hour's sleep.
Frasier: Well, at least you spared me the spectacle of flossing!
    Roz: Thanks for reminding me.  I had corn.
Frasier: And we're back.  It seems we've got time for one more call... 
         [Roz is now flossing and can't help.] Don't bother Roz, I'll 
         get it.  Go ahead, caller, this is Dr. Frasier Crane, I'm 
  Ralph: [v.o.] Hi, Dr. Crane.  This is Ralph.  The guy whose tire 
         you changed tonight?
Frasier: Ralph!  Well, what a wonderful surprise.  Let me first say to 
         our listeners that this call was not solicited in any way.
  Ralph: Dr. Crane, I was just wondering, do you wear cuff links?
Frasier: Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do.  But there's no need to 
         buy me a gift.
  Ralph: A gift?!  You scratched the hell out of my paint job with 
         those things!  You owe me money!
Frasier: You can't be serious!  How much damage can cuff links do to 
         a car whose side window consists of duct tape and a Hefty 
  Ralph: Ah, you'll find out when my lawyer sends you the bill!
    Roz: Let me remind you again, listeners, that call was not 


Scene 4 - The Street Fade in. It is raining as Frasier drives home. As he pulls to a stop, there is a woman, shielding her head with a purse, waving at him. Frasier: [thinking, v.o.] Oh, great! Somebody else in need of a good Samaritan. Maybe if I ignore her, she'll stop waving. But what am I gonnna do? Just leave her standing in the rain? Then again, every one of my good deeds today has ended up biting me in the butt. Frasier pulls to the curb, rolls down his window, and calls to the woman. Frasier: Such nasty weather, may I offer you a ride? Woman: Oh, thank you. The woman, Crystal, gets in and Frasier drives on. Crystal: I didn't think anyone was going to stop tonight. Frasier: Well, chivalry may be on life support, but it's not dead. Crystal: Ooh, seat warmers. Frasier: Yes, they're standard. There's a little control on the side if you want more leg room. So, where can I take you? Crystal: It's up to you. We can get a room, or we can do it here, in the car. Frasier: [in shock] Oh, dear God. You are a prostitute. Crystal: How far do these go back? Frasier: Look, I'm sorry, there's been a mistake. Crystal: Don't be nervous, baby. Frasier: I am not nervous and would you please put your seat up. Crystal: I'll put it any way you want me to, honey. Frasier: [pulling over] Stop talking to me that way! For God's sake! All right, please, I am sorry about the misunderstanding but get out of my car. Crystal: Well, why the hell did you pick me up? Frasier: I was trying to be a gentleman, now get out! Crystal: I'm not walking all the way back to my corner, give me some money for a cab. Frasier: [checking his pockets] All right, fine. Oh lord, I guess I must have left my wallet back at the station. Crystal: Well, how in the hell were you going to pay for me? Frasier: I wasn't going to pay for you! Oh, good lord. Oh, here's a twenty dollar bill, now get out. Suddenly there are flashing lights and a quick burst of a siren behind them. Frasier: Oh, God, get out! Hurry, out, out! Crystal: It's too late, they've seen us. Frasier: I don't believe this is happening to me. [He rolls down his window.] Hello officer, just how fast was I going? Cop: Hey, don't I know you? Frasier: No, I don't believe so. Cop: No, I'm not talking to you. Didn't I bust you last week? Crystal: [voice now an octave lower and obviously a man] Give me a break, buddy. I'm trying to earn a living here. Frasier is wide-eyed in shock. FADE OUT. End of Act 1 Act 2 Scene 1 - The Police Station. Fade in. Frasier is being led to the waiting area. Frasier: Was it really necessary to take my belt and tie? Cop: Standard procedure. It's for your own protection. Frasier: For God's sake! You had me in the drunk tank. If I wanted to kill myself I would've taken a deep breath. The cop cuffs him to a bench. Niles comes over. Niles: Frasier! Frasier: Niles. Niles: You certainly took your sweet time. I've been waiting here two hours. Frasier: Well, I'm sorry, Niles. I guess what with the pillow fight in the holding tank and the pre-mug shot makeover, time just got away from me. Will you stop it?! Just bail me out of here, I can't stand another minute in this place! Niles: All right. [to the desk sergeant, Fred] Excuse me, if you could get our bill together, we're ready to settle up here. Fred: It's five hundred bucks. Niles: Five hun... Frasier, I don't have that kind of cash on me. Frasier: Put it on your credit card! Niles: And have "Bail" appear on my statement? Do you know the kind of junk mail I would get? Frasier: Just do it! Niles: OK. There you are. [He gives his card to Fred, then turns back to Frasier] So, what happened? A prostitute? [snickers] Frasier: Please, I told you on the phone. I didn't know she was a prostitute. Niles: Uh-huh... Frasier: I saw a woman stranded in the rain, naturally I offered her a ride. Before I knew it, I was handcuffed to this bench surrounded by this motley assortment of... [noticing them watching him] ...other wrongfully accused gentlemen. Fred: Sir, your card didn't go through. Niles: What? Oh, that's right. Maris's lawyers had my credit limit reduced. Frasier: Oh, no. Niles: It's been so bad, this week when I went to the cheese shop for their "Around the World" platter, they cut me off at Luxembourg. Frasier: Would you please call Dad and get him down here? Niles: [getting on his cell phone] All right. Yeah, Dad? Hi, my credit card was declined. Well, we need yours. Yeah. Well, right. Yeah, I'll see you soon. Frasier: Oh, God, this is intolerable. Now it'll take him twenty minutes to get here. Niles: No, he's waiting in the car. Frasier: What? Why didn't he come in? Niles: Frasier, this was his old precinct. When we pulled up outside, I saw a look on his face I haven't seen since he drove us home from our first and only little league game. Martin comes in. Niles: Oh, Dad... Martin: Shhh. Hold it down, will ya? Frasier: Dad, I'm so sorry. What happened was... Martin: No, I don't need to know. I didn't come down here to judge. You're my son, and I love you. Frasier: Yes, for God's sake, Dad, I didn't... Martin: Why don't we just pay up and get out of here, OK? Fred: Hey, Marty. Martin: Hey, Fred. Fred: Listen, I wouldn't take this too hard, Marty. You remember Captain Pachesky's son turned out to be the Coleman Park Pervert. Martin: Yeah, thanks. Fred: And Sergeant O'Brian's daughter does all them cable movies. Martin: Yeah, I heard. Fred: You can pick her out, she's got his chin. Martin: Yeah, could we just get on with it here? Frasier: Dad, would you let me explain? Martin: Frasier, look, I understand, I was in the army. We all have our urges. Frasier: Yes, but you don't... Fred: Just sign here. Another cop unlocks Frasier's cuffs. Frasier: All that happened was... A cop is leading "Crystal" across the room. Crystal: Bye, Dr. Crane, sorry I got you arrested. Frasier: Oh, that's all right, Crystal, these things happen. He turns to a stunned Martin and Niles. Frasier: He had a wig on! Martin: You're my son and I love you. Frasier: Oh, will you stop saying that?! They head out. FADE OUT. Scene 2 - Frasier's Apartment. The hallway outside. The elevator opens and the men step out. Martin: I still don't know what you were thinking. Middle of the night, deserted street, picking up a strange woman. Niles: [snickering again] A VERY strange woman. Frasier: Obviously I wasn't thinking. Thank God it's all over. I'll just spend a quiet weekend here with Frederick. [He picks the paper off the floor.] Oh, dear God! He shows it to them. Niles: [reading] "Doc's Pal Is a Mock Gal" Frasier: Oh, will this nightmare never end?! Now, listen Dad, we're bound to get a lot of calls about this thing. Please do not answer the phone, don't talk to anybody, just let the machine get it. You don't want to give them anything they can turn into something tawdry... They go inside, and see Daphne sitting on the couch with the phone. Daphne: Yeah, I live with Dr. Crane. Yeah, there's quite a bit of massage involved. Frasier: Daphne! Daphne: Mostly around the hips, thighs and buttocks. Frasier: God! Give me that! [grabbing the phone] No comment! [He hangs up.] Oh, Daphne, please don't answer the phone, let the machine pick up. Daphne: Yeah, well the machine's filled up. Everyone's been calling. Frasier: Oh, where's Frederick? Daphne: He's still asleep. Look, Dr. Crane, I just wanted to say you're the victim here. Frasier: Thank you. Daphne: Yeah, American society's so close-minded when it comes to sexual experimentation. In Europe... Frasier: Daphne, I didn't do anything wrong! Daphne: Well, exactly! That's what I'm trying to say! Frasier: Oh, I guess I deserve all this. I certainly had enough warning to stop being such a Boy Scout, but did I listen? No. Well, from now on, Dr. Crane — [off the paper] or as Seattle now knows him, "Dr. Strangelove" - is out of the Samaritan business. Niles hands him a cup of coffee as Daphne heads to her room. Frasier: Thank you, Niles. Niles: Frasier, have you given much thought about what you're going to tell Frederick? Frasier: Oh, God. How can I possibly explain it to him? Well, I guess the key is not to be evasive. He's going to hear about it sooner or later, I guess it should be from me. Freddie comes in and walks to the table behind them. Frasier: After all, I am a trained professional, I can do it in a way that won't traumatize the child. [seeing Freddie reach for the paper, he bellows] FREDDIE, DON'T TOUCH THAT! He jumps up and grabs it. Martin: [getting up] You know, I could use a glass of orange juice. I think I'm gonna go in the kitchen get a glass. Niles: [also rising] Oh, orange juice, yum. I'm going to come with you for that. They go to the kitchen. Freddie: Am I having another surprise party? Frasier: [getting up] No, no, Frederick. Here, sit down for a second, son. [They both sit at the table.] I, I've got something I've gotta talk to you about. For the next couple of days, you're going to hear some rather nasty stories and some snide jokes about your old man... Freddie: Mom's coming? Frasier: No, no she's not. It's very hard for me to tell you this, but I just spent the night in jail. Freddie: Wow! Like Brad Johnson's dad. Frasier: Well, that was different. Insider trading is wrong. Freddie: What did you do? Frasier: Well, I saw a woman standing in the rain and I gave her a ride. Freddie: You can go to jail for that? Frasier: Well, it depends on the sort of woman. You see, this particular woman, this uh, person was a prostitute. But I didn't know that until it was too late. Freddie: A prostitute? Frasier: Oh God, how can I explain this? A prostitute is someone who engages in sexual relations with other people for money. Freddie: Dad, I'm eleven. I know what a prostitute is. But, why did you pick one up? Frasier: Well, you see, I didn't know that it was a prostitute at the time. I was only trying to do a good deed. Well, I suppose in hindsight it was all a big mistake. I should have minded my own business. Freddie: So what are you trying to say, Dad? You shouldn't try to help people? Frasier: Well... SMASH CUT TO: Frasier sitting in his car in the rain. This has all been in his head. He pulls over to the curb and rolls down his window. Frasier: May I offer you a ride? Woman: Oh, thank you. The woman, Laura, gets in. Laura: I waved at you a couple of times, but I didn't think you saw me. Frasier: Yes, well I noticed you, I was just having sort of a bad daydream. So, where can I take you? Laura: Same place you're going. Frasier: [panicked] Oh, dear God. You're... Laura: Laura Hilton. I live in your building. Frasier: Of course, Laura. Hi. Laura: I'm so glad you stopped when you did. Frasier: Oh, I'm certainly glad I stopped too. He drives off into the night. FADE OUT. Credits: Daphne is asleep on the couch, Freddie asleep on her shoulder. Frasier and Niles are clearing the table and smile at this. After Frasier goes to the kitchen, Niles puts down his cup and goes over to the couch. He moves Freddie to the other end of the couch and places a cushion between the two, then goes back to take his cup to the kitchen. As soon as he's gone, Freddie throws the cushion aside and lays against Daphne again, a big smile on his face.

Guest Appearances

 Guest Starring
 TREVOR EINHORN as Frederick
 BETSY GARDNER as Laura Hilton
 MICHAEL MARINO as Patrolman
 ANDREA ANDES as Bulldog's Date
 Guest Callers
 RON HOWARD as Stephen
 WILLIAM H. MACY as Ralph 

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