All language subtitles for Frasier - 03x18 - Chess Pains.DVDRip.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

Are your eyes closed?

What is it?

It's something my antiques scout found for me.

Voila! Paris, 1882!

Designed by Jean-Francois Blon,
while attending L'Ecole des Beaux Arts!

Mon Dieu! It's absolutely breathtaking!

I'm breathless!

I need to take a breath.

Evening, Dr. Crane.

Would you like to try a game, Niles?

Oh, I think not. It'll make me too melancholy.

Well, all right.

Maris and I used to play chess
every Thursday night.

Oh, how she loved the game.

No wonder ?the king is stationary
while the queen has all the power.

How are you getting along, Dr. Crane?

Oh, all right, I guess.

Feeling a bit lonely, are we?

Only some times when I'm by myself,
or other times when I'm with other people.

It may not be my place to suggest this,
but perhaps all you need is

a little company at the apartment
something warm and friendly to come home?

Well, I'm sure Dad would miss you.

Oh, Dr. Crane!

Oh, me!

I'm talking about a dog.

They're wonderful companions.

Just look at how much Eddie's brought
to your father's life.

Oh, there's nothing like a dog's
unconditional love.

Seeing that smiling face greet you at the door.

It's one of the most rewarding
relationships a person can have.

Again? If you're going to drink
out of the toilet, you can at least learn to use it.

Would you like to come with me?

Maybe get the feel of the leash?

Perhaps I will.

You know, Daphne, maybe you're on
to something with this dogbusiness.

I'm starting to feel less lonely already.

Chop, chop! Come with us.

Oh, hi, Dad. Did you see my new chess set?

Oh yeah, it's nice.

"Nice?" Well, the inlay was made
from the same Travertine marble

they used at the Emperor Hadrian's
palace outside Tivoli!

Really? Well, I'm gonna celebrate
with a beverage brewed from the crystal-clear waters

of the majestic Colorado Rockies!

Good one, Dad. Say, how about a game?

Nah, I don't think so.

Oh, come on, Dad. You know how to play, don't you?

Well, Daphne showed me once.
But really, checkers is more my speed.

Oh, come on, checkers is a kid's game.

Come on, Dad!

I just got it! Please? Nobody will play with me!

All right, I'll give it another shot.

Those guys at the park make it
look great eating baloney sandwiches,

smoking cigars, sometimes a fist-fight
even breaks out!

Well, let's just start with name-calling
and see where it goes, all right?

Your turn.

Now, Dad, please, you don't have to rush.

As a novice, you have the right to
sit back, survey the board, take yourtime.

I will not pressure you or hover like a vulture.

Please, feel free to ask any questions you might have.

Is this a checkmate?

Yes, it is.

You mean I won?

Well, yes.

Hey, hey! I won! How do you like that?

Well, in all fairness, my mind was
a bit distracted by

having to monitor your side of the
board, but, uh... Touche!

How about another game, Dad?

No, I think one'll do it for me, thanks.

Well, uh, all right, fair enough.

Boy, I really clobbered you though, didn't I?

I got almost all of your prawns.

Pawns, Dad.

I think the turning point was when
I got that tower-thingy.

Yes, it's called a rook.

But the real knockout blow was when
I backed your little horsey-guy into the corner.

Can we call it a night, Dad?

O.K., when I cornered your knight.

No, I mean can we call it a night?

Hey, Frasier.

Oh hi, Roz.

Uh, one double-tall latte, a slice
of pecan pie with extra whipped cream.

Anything else?

Perhaps a blood-pressure cuff?

I'm just a little nervous today, O.K.?

Oh, really? Trouble on the dating front?

I'm not that shallow, all right?

It's about my hair.

I've got an appointment this afternoon with Noge.

"Noge?"

He's the hottest hairstylist in Seattle?

"Noge?"

I think he's getting a little bored with me.

When he cuts my hair, I can't ever
think of anything to say!

Well, how's this for an icebreaker:

"Say, Noge, where'd you get such a stupid name?"

You should see him with all of
his other clients.

They're all laughing, having
a wonderful time.

I walk in, sit down, it's death.

Maybe there's something in here
that'll hold his attention.

Oh, wow, here's something.

A lady in Italy gave birth to
a nineteen-pound baby!

Oh my God.

No kidding.

She's not going to be hopping on
her Vespa anytime soon.

That's how he did it.

What are you talking about?

My father beat me at chess last night,
and I've just realized now it was sheer dumb luck.

He stumbled into the Panoph-Vinick attack!

Frasier, I?

Oh Roz, I can't tell you what
a relief this is.

My God, my whole world makes sense again.

Frasier, you are forgetting about
my problem with Noge.

Yes, and it'd be a lot easier
if you'd stop bringing it up.

Hello, Niles.

Hello, Frasier.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Well, I took to heart Daphne's
suggestion the other day about a need for companionship

since my separation from Maris,
so I went out and got a new lady in my life.

I can't explain it.

I'm not a dog person, but there's
something about this particular breed that

I find comforting and familiar.

It's mystifying, isn't it?

Mmm, baffling.

I-I happened into my local pet shop,
and I had no intention of buying anything,

I was merely browsing, and they showed
me some overly demonstrative puppies.

Then I heard a haughty little sniff
from a cage in the corner,

and there she was!

Sit, Girl, sit!

OK.

She's, uh, she's a bit high strung,
but, uh, she's terribly well-bred.

When I tried to pet her, she'd have none of it.

Well, I'm surprised she wasn't snapped
up before you got there.

Yes, well, the man at the pet store
said it's because people are reluctant to

take responsibility for her nerve medicine.

No, not on the couch.

Off, off!

OK.

Hey, Niles.

Hey, Dad.

What the hell is that?

It's my dog, my new best friend.

Yes, Niles saw her in the pet store
and had this inexplicable attraction.

You can see her ribs!

Hit Number One.

Daphne, I owe it all to you.

Oh really, Dr. Crane, I wouldn't
want you going around telling people

I was responsible for that.

Well, I guess we'll be toddling along.

Come Girl, come!

OK.

The city streets play havoc with her
delicate little feet,

so I have to go home and pumice her paw-pads!

Am I the only one?

No.

Does Dr. Crane have any idea...

No.

So, Dad, can I, uh, interest you
in an ice-cold Ballantine?

Yeah, sounds good.

You know, I may even join you myself.

I've got some pork rinds here and
some of that creamy Lipton onion soup dip!

Oh, with the seven herbs and spices?

Well, just count 'em!

Hey, that's great!

All my favorite stuff... you're putting me
in a home, aren't you?

Oh, don't be silly!

But you know, if I ever had to, don't you think

it'd be nice if you knew how to play chess?

Dad, it's not considered a move until
my fingers have completely cleared the piece.

Well, what's taking so long?

I am analyzing my options.

Unlike your "wing-it" approach,

I like to plan a strategy, like a
general leading his troops into battle.

Checkmate, Schwartzkopf.

Gosh, that's very well done.

You're really getting a feel for the game, Dad.

Yeah, and all this time I thought chess was hard.

Well, see ya.

Sit down, old man, you're not going anywhere!

Mr. Crane, would you give me
a hand with these dishes?

I can't, I'm playing chess with Frasier.

Finally, my patience will be rewarded.
The trap is set.

I knew this moment would come!

It comes every game.

Checkmate.

Well, that's it.

Show's over, folks.

Move along.

Nothing more to see here.

You know, Dad?

No, no, I'm not playing anymore.

I'm tired and I'm going to bed.

O.K.

Yes, I guess I've had my fill as well.

Well, this has really turned out to be
quite a good idea, hasn't it, this chess thing?

'Night.

Awfully relaxing... oh, yes, yes,

you just - you just go on ahead,

I-I've got - hah! - something I've got to do...

Hey, Frasier!

Hi, Roz.

I have great news!

My appointment with Noge could not
have gone better.

What is the reason behind this miraculous
transformation?

Well, it occurred to me that hairstylists
love celebrity gossip.

And I thought, "hey, I know a celebrity: you!"

And what did you tell him about me?

Well, he may have gotten the impression that you?

well, you're gonna love this ?that, you know...

you may have been... in the past... a woman,

you're not mad at me, are you?

Mad? Why should I be mad, knowing
the sacred code of silence

all hairdressers have sworn to?

All right, I'll set Noge straight.

Well, if you manage that, then you
really would have a story.

Well, hello.

Double cappuccino, please.

Yeah, same for me, please.

Listen, Niles, I need to talk to you about Dad.

Oh yes, how is the Bobby Fischer of
the geriatric circuit?

Well, he's still beating me.

I tell you, Niles, I just can't figure
it out ?I am the superior player.

There's a saying: "In every boy's life,
the moment of greatest joy and

greatest sorrow is when he defeats
his father for the first time."

If you're suggesting that I'm afraid to beat Dad,

you can just stop right there.

O.K. The other option is,
he's better than you.

You were saying?

Sooner or later, the son eclipses the father.

It's the natural order.

Yet it's frequently a stumbling
block because the son's competitive stirrings are

accompanied by tremendous feelings of guilt.

I see. Yes, it's the classic Oedipal conflict.

It seems so obvious now.

I've been letting him win!

Niles, thank you,thank you very much.

I can't tell you what a relief this is.

I feel like a weight has been lifted.

Nothing can hold me back now.

Tonight, I topple the king!

Hear, hear.

Of course, you realize by dethroning Dad,

you're next in line to be dethroned
by Frederick, and then the only thing left

after that is death, but that's another
day and another cup of coffee.

Dad? Dad, wake up, it's your turn.

Oh, I'm sorry...Checkmate.

Well, I'm going to bed.

Oh, come on, Dad, just one more game!

No! I can't keep my eyes open.

Playing chess again, were you?

You know, Dr. Crane, when one of
my brothers would lose a soccer match,

he'd be all blue and in the dumps.

But I could get him to laugh.

I'd make a little puppet like so.

Hello, Daphne, What's shaking?

Oh, hello, Freddy.

My friend Dr. Crane here forgot
his happy pants!

Oh, no! What should I do?

Would you sing for him?

I'd love to.

Who's that grouchy gus I see?

You can't be grouchy, not with me!

Sing along, Doc! Who's that grouchy gus I see?

Daphne, I would rather have a tarantula
lay eggs in my ear

than listen to any more of this puppet show.

Do we understand each other?

Eddie! Speak! Speak, Eddie!

Fire! Fire, everybody! Frasier!
Daphne! Fire! Fire!

What's going on?!

The fire alarm went off, but I don't
see anything around here!

It's not in my room, either!

It's O.K.!

My fault, false alarm.

I was just a little remiss in replacing
the batteries, everything's fine.

The batteries? No, smoke alarms don't go off if?

Back to bed!

See you in the morning.

Dad, you know, seeing as how we're both up,

I thought maybe we should, oh I dunno,
do something, you know?

Like what?

Well, uh, right off the top of my head,
I... well, play a little chess?

Now?

Well, sure! We're both wide awake.

Oh my God, you set that alarm off!

Dad! I—I had no?

What kind of weird, competitive freak are you?

I mean, you really hate to lose so much
that you wake up the whole house

and scare us all to death?

No, of course not!

And I wouldn't have to resort to such
lengths if this damn dog could learn to speak!

Oh, of course, now you'll get it right!

Look, Dad, would one more game kill you?

I mean, you're all riled up.

My God, you'll never get to sleep now anyway!

Wait a minute.

This isn't about losing, is it?

This is about losing to me.

That's what's driving you nuts!

"How could I lose to the old man?

I'm much smarter than he is!"

I never said that!

No, you didn't have to say it, you've
thought it all your life!

No, I haven't!

Yes, you have, and now you're insulting
my intelligence again!

Oh, Dad!

Hey, now listen, what do you think
I was doing as a detective all those years?

Analyzing clues, devising strategies,
trying to stay one or two steps ahead

of the other guys

now, does that sound like any game that you know?

All right, that explains why you can play the game,

but not why you beat me every time!

Now, come on, just one more game, please?

Dad, look, I'll never bring it up again!

Come on!

No. Why should I?

You just want to beat me so that
you can go back to thinking you're smarter than

your stupid old man.

Well, forget it, to hell with you.

I don't see any reason why I should
ever play you again.

If you win, I'll give you five thousand dollars.

Get out of my way.

Well, look at that, the board's all set up!
What a surprise.

I took the liberty.

Now, Dad, I think we can sit down and
play a nice cordial little game.

For centuries, people have set aside
their differences to play a game of chess.

So, who should go first?

Well, let's see.

It's usually the person who lost the last game.

Now, who could that be?

OK. No more Mr. Cordial Guy!

By the way, I'm sorry the ratings for
your show took a dive last month.

Don't try to pull your cheap psychological
tricks on me.

Oh, did I mention... the cemetery called?

Apparently they have to dig a sewer
next to your plot.

Getting your dog to stare at me only
proves how desperate you are.

I didn't tell him to do that.

He just gets fascinated when he sees people sweat.

I sweat when I'm happy.

Well, then you must be ecstatic!

No, wait!

No, no, you took your finger off that piece!

No, I didn't!

Yes, you did!

That means that you must not trust
that move, must have left yourself
vulnerable somewhere.

Well, even if I did, you'll never find it.

Oh, look at that... what's this?

Could it be... checkmate?

I won, I won, I really won!

Hey, I didn't gloat when I beat
you all those times!

No, but, I bet you wish you did now,
huh? Ha-ha, it feels great!

All right, that's it. I'm going to bed.

And I never want to hear the word
"chess," or "board," or "chessboard" again!

That's it, got it?

Fine. Fine, Dad. Goodnight.

Geez, lighten up! It's only a game!

Dad? Dad?

Oh, jeez...

No, no, please, just one question:
did you let me win?

Oh, for crying out loud, Frasier...

No, no, please, did you play your best?

For five thousand bucks? What do you think?

You wouldn't just be saying that?

On your mother's grave, may lightning
strike me down,

I, Martin Crane, swear on the holiest
of Bibles, you won,

I lost, fair and square, cross my heart
and hope to go to sleep.

Thank you, Dad.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry I beat you, Dad.