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This is Dr. Frasier Crane, KACL, 780.

Frasier, that was security.
Some woman insisted on seeing you,
she just blew right past them.

Oh, don't panic, Roz — probably just
one of my more ardent fans.

Niles, we've got to talk! It's urgent.

Frasier, I'm with a patient!

- Is, uh, this about a woman?
- Yes.

Take all the time you need.

- Well?
- She's back...

the scourge of my existence.

Strange, I usually get some sign
when Lilith is in town —

dogs forming into packs,
blood weeping down the wall.

I'm talking about...

Diane Chambers.

Lucille, send Mr. Carr home.

She just showed up at the station today.

Apparently some play she wrote
is being produced here in town.

I admit, I just sort of panicked
when I saw her,

but I think I covered it masterfully.

All right, all right, all right.
Well, uh, why do you think you reacted
that way?

Oh, spare me the psychiatrist bit, Niles.
That includes putting down the pad!

In the drawer, Niles!

Fine. My first question to you is this:
Are you still in love with her?

No! Not in the least!
It's a ridiculous suggestion.

Seeing as how I have nowhere
to write the phrase, "classic denial,"
I'll move on.

So, about this woman
for whom you have so little feeling

that you raced across town and burst
into one of my sessions — is there
any lingering resentment?

Over what?!

Well, she did leave at the altar.

When you told her how that made you feel,
was there anything you left unsaid?

Any phrase or feeling
you wished you had expressed to her?

I'm making the assumption here
that you did tell her how you felt.

I sort of did.

"Sort of" is another one of those phrases
that just wants to go in my pad.

I expressed my distaste for the way
I'd been treated, yes.

Frasier, she rejected you
in the most debilitating way
a man can be rejected.

You've got to more than
"sort of" tell her how that felt.

Well, I can't just tell Diane
how awful she made me feel now!
It's a distant memory for her.
I'd feel weak!

You have no reason to feel weak.

You've moved on in your life too.
You have a new career, new wealth, new success.

You simply need closure in this one area.

- You know, what you just said made a lot of sense.
- You're going to get closure.

No, that business about my success!

I tuned you out after that.

I'm going to invite Diane over for dinner tonight,
and I'm really gonna flaunt my success,
really rub her nose in it!

That'll prove I'm not just some cast-aside
that never got over her.

Niles, I know it's not psychologically sound.

But we're still human.

We have to do
what feels good sometimes, don't we?

I'd just like to be on the record
as saying I'm against it.

- Fine.
- You know the path that leads
to peace with Diane and you're rejecting it.

- Yes.
- I'm washing my hands of the entire matter.

- Wouldn't miss it for the world though, would you?
- I'll be there at seven with a cheeky Bordeaux.

No, no, no.
Daphne, I was very specific about this.
The mayor's plaque goes on the piano...

The Otis Klandenning "Man of the Year Award"
goes right over here...

And my jewel — my SeaBea — goes right here
where she can't miss it!

Hmm, that seems a bit subtle.

- Why don't I just use this to serve the olives?
- Give me that!

I wish someone would just tell me who this woman is,
and why we're trying to impress the pants off her.

She's a one-time Boston barmaid
who had a nervous breakdown
and ended up in a sanitorium,

where I met her,
fell for her,..

and then was so mercilessly rejected by her

that to this day
there is a sucking chest wound...

...where once there dwelled a
heart!

You remember my brother Niles,
my father Martin,
and this is his health-care worker, Daphne Moon.

- What a tasteful abode.
- Well, it's modest in its way.

No, that's what I like about it.
After the rambling beach house
I've been living in,

I'm ready for something smart and efficient.

White wine, Diane?
I'm pouring an '85 Montrachet
La Guiche I purchased at auction.

Oh, I always keep a bottle of that
open myself.

Hang this up!

Well, Martin, it's been too long.
How have you been?

Well, my wife died,
I got shot in the hip,

and I had to move in with Frasier
'cause I kept falling down in the shower.

Well, you look wonderful!

Yes, you do!

That's the bad one.

Niles, do you remember the last time
I was in town and we dined together?

You had just started dating this woman —
she was the queerest little creature.

She ate everyone's sorbet, and
then she had to lie down
in the ladies' lounge

while the coat-check girl
massaged her abdomen!

Oh, I hope I haven't put my foot in it.

You and she didn't get married
and live happily ever after, did you?

No, can't say as we did.

- Care for an olive?
- Oh, thank you.

These are a Pyreenean taste treat!
They're handpicked and bottled
by Andalusian monks!

You can spit the pits in here.

So, there I was, on the balcony
of my Malibu beachhouse,

when a pod of whales passed by.

I knew I had to commune
with these gentle giants,

...so like a flash, I was on the beach,
scrambling to my kayak.

But cruel fortune interceded,
when, not twenty yards offshore,

I suddenly discovered myself
entangled in an enormous bed of-of, um—

- Sea kelp?
- Exactly right, sea kelp!

Oh, that's funny — I thought he said
"seek help."

So, you haven't told us
how you've come to be in Seattle.

Oh, a small theater group has decided
to produce a play I've written.

- Which one?
- Oh, my most recent work.
It's a sort of feminist odyssey,
experimental in places,

in tone akin to Saroyan,
with a soupçon of Gide,

and a hearty nod
to Clifford Odets!

I meant which theater?

- Oh! The Roundabout.
- That seems appropriate.

You know, why don't you people
just keep talking amongst yourselves?
I will go and fetch the profiteroles.

They were prepared
by the hottest new pastry chef in...
oh, what's the use?

I'll help.
He always overpowders.

Yeah, I'm sure Old Man Kennedy
felt this kind of pride
when his boys would go out
and play touch football.

Now, Frasier, you know her better than I.
Is that what she looks like
when she's writhing in envy?

Oh, shut up.

All right, I admit you were right.
Before she leaves here tonight,
I am going to tell her
how much pain she made me feel.

The savage truth this time —
there will be no sugarcoating it!

And yes, I am aware of the irony!

Oh, it must be wonderful
to see your words come to life like that.

Oh yes. It's a dream come true.

- Diane, are you OK?
- Yes, I'm fine. Why?

- Well, your cheek was kind of twitching.
- It was?

- Oh well, it was probably fatigue.
Where were we?
- Oh, I was asking about your play.

- Oh, right!
- There it goes again, the twitch!

That was either a very large twitch
or a very small seizure.

You know, I'm not sure how much
I really want to talk
about my play right now.

Bad luck and all that!

Yes, and we all know what a struggle it is

to get Diane to talk about herself.

Oh Frasier, you always could kid!

How I miss that!

Look, Diane, please,
I-I really didn't mean anything by it.
I'm sorry—

It's not that!
It's my whole life, it's ruined!

- Niles, could you please get her some water?
- Of course, of course.

Oh, everything I told you tonight is a lie.

I'm sorry for this.

- Oh, I must look just awful.
- Your cheek stopped jumping.

All right, now. Tell me what happened.
Was it about your play?

There it goes again!

Look, would you people please
just give us some privacy?!

All right now. From the beginning.

Well, it all started a few months ago
when I lost my job.

I'd been writing for
"Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman."

I was on the set one day,
and I was trying to show Jane Seymour

the proper way to cauterize
a wound with a branding iron,

and I accidentally
set her hair on fire.

Well, from there
it was a steady slide downhill.

A two-year relationship ended.

I lost the beach house,
friends stopped calling —

the one bright spot
was my play in Seattle.

Well, I flew up here yesterday
only to find that the backer
was pulling out.

I was so distraught
I found myself wandering around the city
in complete despair.

It's then that like a ray of hope
from heaven,

I saw your smiling face
on the side of a bus.

And that's why I'm here today.

You helped me the only other time
I was this low.

Frasier, I'm asking
for your help again.

Of course I'll help you, Diane.

- Well, that was a bit scary.
- I'll say — watching someone
go completely crackers like that.

- What's the matter with you now?
- Nothing, I'm fine.

Just suddenly missing my Maris.

INTERPLAY

My God, Niles,
it's such a glorious day!
I walked all the way here.

Thirty-two blocks,
and Bruno Maglies be damned!

Oh yes, I see the look,
I know exactly what it means too.
How could I very well say "no" to Diane?
She came to me in crisis.

Oh, excuse me,
a double cappuccino, please,
light cinnamon,
thank you very much.

Oh, you know, the change in Diane
has really been quite gratifying.

Dropped her off at the theater today,
and there was a smile on her face
that I haven't seen in...

well, far too many years.

Oh, I know what you're thinking.
Where did she get the money to do the play?

Well, she found a backer!

It's tax deductible!

Thank you.
Oh, why don't you go ahead and say
what you're thinking, Niles?
That I'm falling for her again.

"Well, you did bounce in here
as though you were on top of the world,
and babbling about her smile"
— I just don't want to hear it, Niles!

I'm simply helping her
to get back on her feet
and out of my life as quickly as possible.

No, I don't know
how long it's going to take.

Look, I said I don't know!

Oh, really, Niles!
Curse you, you are the most
infuriating busybody!
I'm not sitting with you.

FOREPLAY

It really is a lovely city.

"Night — making all things dimly beautiful..."

"...One veil over us both."
Cyrano?

Yes. Eleven years later,
we're still on the same page.

Frasier, these past few weeks,
you've given so much of yourself to me.

I want to give the one gift
I have to bestow.

I want you to be the first person
to see my play.
Will you come to dress rehearsal tonight?

- Diane, I'd be honored.
- Oh, wonderful, wonderful!

- Give me a second.
- Are you sure you're ready for this?

Oh yes, it's time.
Tonight, I bare myself to you.

- Big step, Diane.
- Oh well, I have to say
I'm a little nervous about it.

But, barring any lighting
or prop problems,
the whole thing will be over
in a couple of hours.

Hello!
People still in the house here!

Meet me at the theater at seven...

I don't know
what I've done to deserve you.

Listen, it's none of my business,
but you're not falling
for her again, are you?

- What if I were?
- That woman dumped you at the altar.

Oh, that was the old Diane.

She no longer sees herself
as the center of the universe.

And I'm not the old Frasier
anymore either. People can change, Dad.

Yeah, I suppose you're right.
Take me for instance.
The old Martin would have said,
"you're out of your mind.

I'd rather see you go gay
and shack up with the punk who shot me
than go off with her.

I'd rather see you sewed up
inside the body of a dead horse."

But the new Martin just says,
"Vivee a l'amour."

The new Frasier
resists the temptation
to correct your French.

Well, the stage is set,
my players are prepared.

So, without further ado,
I give you "Rhapsody and Requiem,"

a play by Diane Chambers.

Boy, it sure is great
having Mary Anne back.
Just wasn't the same when she was gone.

Yeah, well, you know, uh,
recent studies at John Hopkins
University revealed...

that the expression "absence makes
the heart grow fonder," is in actuality
rooted in scientific bedrock.

Yeah, so's your head.

- Ease up there, Darla.
- Evenin', everybody.

Hey there, Ned.
What would you say to a beer?

What's a nice beer like you
doing in a face like this?

- Salutations, all.
- Hey there, Doc. What can I get you?

Ooh, a prickly choice, Stan.
It reminds me of the one
the 18th-century wit John Wilkes faced
when asked by the Earl of Sandwich...

whether he expected to die
on the gallows or of the pox.

"That depends, sir," he said,
"on whether I choose to embrace
your principles or your mistress."

Evening, people.

I pour beer down people's throats.

I drink it.

Our lives are empty.
So what draws our feet here
night after night?

Well, I'm off.

- See you anon, mi amore.
- You bet, honey.

Hold it, stop!

What kind of a kiss was that?
You two are supposed to be in love!

- Well, I didn't know how big you wanted it.
- Remember that kiss you gave me
this morning?

Like this one?

That's the one. OK, from the kiss!

You bet, honey.

Forgive me, Franklin.
I suppose that was a tad inconsiderate.

Quite all right. A loving spirit
like yours can't be bridled.

- But I did leave you at the altar.
- No, you know I hold no ill-will
toward you for that.

Could we just stop for a second?
This whole getting-left-at-the-altar
thing, I just don't know what
I'm supposed to be feeling.

I may be able to illuminate that for you!

What you are feeling is that this woman
has reached into your chest,

plucked out your heart,
and thrown it to her hell-hounds
for a chew toy!

And it's not the last time either!
Because that's what this woman is!
She is the Devil!

There's no use running away from her,
because no matter how far you go,
no matter how many years you let pass,

you will never be completely
out of reach of those bony fingers!

So drink hearty, Franklin, and laugh!
Because you have made a pact
with Beelzebub!

And her name is Mary Anne!

AFTERPLAY

- I thought we should talk.
- Well, yes, I think we should.

- I tried to reach you at your home.
- I was driving around.

I'm sorry if I in any way
misled you about my feelings
these last few weeks.

You didn't.
I think I misled myself.

Well, at the very least
I obviously owe you an apology
for the first time that things
went awry between us.

- Oh, it's all right.
- No, it was a time in my life when...

No, Diane, it isn't necessary.

The things I said...
well, they just needed saying.

Besides, I don't really feel
all that harshly.

...and in retrospect,
I'm reasonably sure that yu are not
the Devil...

although he does have the power
to assume pleasing shapes.

Well, you should know
I've decided to go back
to Los Angeles.

Watching the play tonight
through fresh eyes, I...
well, I just don't think it's ready.

I'm sure things'll work out fine.

Well, I think I've said
what I came to say.

Frasier, um, before you go,
there's one last thing
you could help me with,

not that you haven't helped me
a lot already.

It's the last scene, where
Franklin and Mary Anne say goodbye.

It's never felt quite right to me.

I'd like her to stand...
oh, right about here

...and tell him how much
he's meant to her...

and how she'll never forget him.

How do you suppose... "Franklin"
would respond to that?

Well, I suppose he'd ...

...tell her that he feels the same way.

That she's touched him in a way
she can never imagine...

...and he's glad she was in his life.

All that would be left
would be the "goodbye."
How do you see that?

Well, I suppose he could say,
uh, "until we meet again,"

probably certain that they never would.

But mightn't there be a part of him
that hopes they would?

Oh, I suppose so, yes.
All right, then, don't have him
sum things up.

Just let them say their goodbyes,
and if their paths happen
to cross again, so be it...

- Goodbye, Mary Anne.
- Goodbye, Franklin.

Oh yes, that's a perfect moment!
Uncluttered by any extra words
or phrases...

Oh shoot, I've blown it!

All right, let's try it again.

Goodbye, Diane.

Goodbye, Frasier.

Force of habit.

I've been doing it all week.

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