01x15 - You Can't Tell A Crook By His Cover

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Act One.

Scene A: KACL corridor.
Frasier is showing Martin round his workplace.

Frasier: Okay, dad. Now, you've seen the executive offices, the
advertising offices and the lunchroom. And we now finally
come to the sanctum sanctorum: my studio. [points to his
picture on the wall] You might recognize that handsome rogue
over there.
Martin: Wow. Your head photographs even bigger than it is.
Frasier: Very droll. Get in. [opens door and enters recording studio]
This is what we in the radio game call "The Booth." It is
here That I sit, day after day, and dispense the advice that
helps the emotionally distraught through their troubled lives.
Martin: [checking window] Do you suppose this stuff's bulletproof?
Frasier: Dad, you know, you could have gone home after lunch. I just
brought you here because I thought you'd enjoy it. [Martin
goes to press a button] NOW DON'T TOUCH THAT! It's a very
sophisticated piece of electronic equipment!
Martin: What is it?
Frasier: I have no idea, Roz told me never to touch it! You see dad,
the usual procedure begins with...
Martin: [into mike] Testing! Testing!
Frasier: Dad.
Martin: Testing.
Frasier: Dad, dad, look, let's just go into Roz's booth, okay? You can
touch anything you want to in there.

They go into Roz's area just as she comes in.

Roz: Hey, Frasier.
Frasier: Oh, hello Roz.
Roz: Hi, Mr. Crane.
Martin: Hi.
Roz: What brings you here?
Frasier: Well, I'm just showing dad around, then he's gonna sit and
listen to the show.
Martin: Yeah, it's kinda like payback for when Frasier and Niles were
kids. I used to take them to the police station and show them
where I worked.
Frasier: Yes, he made a big game of locking us in one of the cells and
pretending to lose the key.
Martin: I was just joking with them, I knew they weren't scared.
Frasier: Well no, we weren't really scared, although after a while we
did become quite hungry.
Roz: Hey Frasier, could you lend me ten bucks?
Frasier: Did you leave your wallet home, or something?
Roz: No, I gave the last of my money to this poor guy down in front
of the building. He's an Australian tourist, he lost his
wallet and he just needed ten dollars...
Martin: So he could take a cab to the Australian Consulate before it
closes?
Roz: Yeah. How'd you know?
Martin: There is no Australian Consulate in Seattle.
Roz: Ooh. That poor guy!
Frasier: Roz, it's a scam. He scammed you.
Roz: No, this guy was for real, honest. He even said...
Martin: "If you give me your address, I'll send you the money back
with interest."
Roz: [realizing] God, I'm an idiot.
Martin: No, don't feel bad. These guys are professionals. [presses
the fast forward button on a reel-to-reel recorder]
Roz: [coming to rescue] DON'T TOUCH THAT!
Martin: What is this place, a radio station or a nuclear m*ssile site?
Now, listen Roz, don't feel bad. I was a cop for thirty years,
and they could still fake me out once in a while. These guys
are professionals, they know what to do.
Frasier: Especially if you're an easy mark like Roz.
Martin: Hey, the criminal mind is more complex than you think. They
can fool you.
Frasier: Oh, by all means dad, lecture me on the complexities of the
human mind. Are you forgetting that I graduated with honors
from Harvard in Psychosocial Behaviorism?
Martin: I know, I was at your graduation. Impressive bunch. A car
backfired and half of them wet their gowns.
Frasier: It sounded louder on the dais! All I'm trying to say is,
if it were me on the street, I wouldn't have been fooled.
Martin: Oh, you think because of your book smarts, that you can spot a
crook just like that, huh?
Frasier: Well if I can't, I'm in the wrong business.
Martin: You want to put your money where your mouth is?
Frasier: What do you mean?
Martin: Well, I've got three people coming over for poker tonight.
Two of them are cops, the third one's done time in jail.
I'll bet you five bucks you can't tell which one's the ex-con.
Roz: Hey, can I get in on the action?
Frasier: Of course you can.
Roz: Great. Ten bucks on your dad.
Frasier: Oh, you're just itching to give your money away today,
aren't you? All right, you're both on. But I think
you're underestimating me. What truffles are to pigs,
so are these charlatans and pettifoggers to my mental
acuity.

He goes into his booth, as Roz mouths, "What?" at Martin.

Martin: We didn't know better back then. His mother smoked during
pregnancy.

FADE OUT

PICK A CON, ANY CON


Scene B: Frasier's residence.
Frasier is lighting the fire while Martin sets up the poker table.
Daphne enters.

Daphne: So, who are these people coming over tonight?
Frasier: Oh, just some of dad's old friends from the precinct.
Daphne: Yeah well, if we're having company, someone should have been
cleaned up. Because someone hasn't been smelling so fresh
lately. Because someone is long overdue for a tub.
Martin: Hey, I took a shower this morning.
Daphne: You know I was talking about Eddie. He's long overdue for a...
Martin: Hey, don’t! Don't say that word.
Daphne: What word?
Martin: B-A-T-H.

Eddie rushes off.

Frasier: When he yawns it may smell like swamp gas, but his spelling's
improving.

The doorbell bing-bongs. Frasier goes to answer it.

Daphne: I've made meatball sandwiches, pepperoni pizzas and uh, little
sausage rolls. Will you be needing anything else?
Frasier: The number of the nearest gastroenterologist. [opens door]
Martin: Hey guys, come on in.

Martin’s three friends enter: a heavyset man in his fifties (Frank),
a woman of the same age (Linda), and a younger man (Jimmy). They
say hi.

Martin: These are my poker pals. This is Linda, Frank and Jimmy.
Frasier: [shaking hands] Linda, Frank, Jimmy.
Martin: This is my son, Frasier. Throw your coats on the couch.
[Frasier scrutinizes them] Kinda hard to tell, isn't it?
They all look like they did time.
Frasier: Well, my dad tells me he's filled you in on our little bet.
Now the ground rules for tonight are that I'm not allowed to
ask you any questions directly about your line of work, but
whatever questions I do ask, you must answer truthfully.
Frank: All I want to do is play cards.
Jimmy: Great place you've got here, Martin.
Martin: Ah, thanks.
Frasier: Actually, it's mine.
Jimmy: Boy, you must do pretty well on that radio show of yours.
What is this place, about two thousand square feet?
Frasier: About. Hmm... that's interesting, you noticed the space.
Most people mention the view and the high ceilings, but you,
you mentioned the space. It's almost as if you'd spent some
time living in a cramped, confining, tight area.
Frank: So you've been to Jimmy's apartment, huh?
Daphne: [comes in from the kitchen with a tray of beers] Hello there.
Martin: Oh hi, Daphne. This is Daphne Moon, these are my friends,
Linda, Frank, Jimmy.
Frank: Very pretty name. Do people call you Daffy for short?
Daphne: Not twice. Well, it's nice to meet all of you. Here you go,
I've got beers for everyone.
Frank: Still drinking the Ballantines, I see.
Linda: Yeah. When you kick off, that company's going down the tubes.
Daphne: Oh, yeah. Many's the time I come home to see cans of them,
lined up one after another on the coffee table, like little
tin soldiers they are...
Martin: Yeah, thanks a lot, Daphne. Don't you have a dog to wash?
Daphne: Well, I suppose I do. Of course, I have to catch the little
bugger first. Oh, [taking can of beer] maybe one of these
would help.
Jimmy: Hey, beer's not good for dogs.
Daphne: No, but it's super for me. [exits]
Jimmy: Marty, she's pretty nice.
Linda: Yeah, and sexy too, you dirty old man!
Martin: Oh...
Frasier: Interesting... you find her attractive, do you?
Linda: Sure, don't you?
Frasier: Yes, but I mean, attraction to one's own sex is a not uncommon
result of long-enforced periods of time spent exclusively in
their company.
Martin: Wow, Frasier. I may have underestimated you.
Frasier: Really?
Martin: Yeah, you're making a bigger jackass of yourself than I thought.
Jimmy: [starting game] High card deals.
Frasier: You know, we could really use some music. Anybody play the
harmonica?
Frank: All right, my deal. Dollar in to start, five card draw, jacks
or better to open and the three raise maximum.
Martin: Sure you don't want to play, Fras?
Frasier: Oh, no-no-no-no-no, I'll just take this time to observe the
triumvirate. I believe in my considerable education, my years
of study and not to mention, well... alright, let's say it,
my God-given gift to intuit.
Frank: This is the kid who used to get his head flushed in the toilet,
right?

Time Lapse. Frasier is still studying the poker players.

Frank: Okay, I call. What do ya got?
Linda: Full boat, aces up.
Frank: Damn it! That's another one. I'm losing my shirt here.
Daphne: Would somebody mind giving me a hand with the coffee?
Jimmy: Yeah. I'll give you a hand.
Daphne: Come along then.

The poker group takes a break.

Jimmy: I really like your accent. Where are you from?
Daphne: Manchester.
Jimmy: Manchester. That's where the Beatles are from, right?
Daphne: Oh, no-no. You're thinking Liverpool.
Jimmy: Then who's from Manchester?
Daphne: No-one. That's why I live here now.

She and Jimmy exit to the kitchen.

Martin: [to Frasier] You've been awfully quiet there.
Frasier: I'm sorry, dad. Just been observing.
Martin: No no, don't apologize, it was a compliment.
Frasier: Frank's an interesting study, isn't he? Temper, loner, a bit
unsocial. Almost a stereotypical portrait of a man who's
spent his entire life behind bars.
Frank: [examining one of Frasier's objets d'art] This dish a Lalique
or a Steuben?
Martin: They had no spots open in the prison laundry, he worked in
fine china and glassware.

Time Lapse. The poker group are settling their debts.

Frank: [to Linda] Here you go, big winner. Buy yourself something
pretty and frilly.
Linda: Sorry Frank, I can't hear you. I've got your money stuck in
my ears.
Martin: Well, I guess there's only one thing left. How about it,
Fras? You figured it out yet?
Frasier: Actually, I believe I have. Shall we step into the drawing
room? Please have a seat.
Martin: Okay, Sherlock. You've got center stage.
Frasier: I have sketched an accurate psychological profile of each one
of you. And in so doing I have come to the incontrovertible
conclusion that the criminal among us can only be... FRANK!
Martin: Wrong. Frank's a highly decorated undercover cop.
Frasier: Exactly! Just a little too obvious, you know. The broken
vocabulary, the jailhouse pallor, the underdeveloped social
skills...
Frank: Hey.
Frasier: [to Martin] So, you tried to use psychology against me, did
you? Threw a gender bender at me. Thinking I'd just assume
that a felon would naturally be a man. Well, I'm on to your
little game, mister. The criminal among us is indeed, the
very wily Linda!
Linda: Nope.
Frasier: JIMMY!
Martin: Hey. You're right.
Frasier: Damn it... you seem like such a nice guy.
Jimmy: I am a nice guy.
Martin: He was voted most congenial in his cellblock.
Jimmy: Sorry, doc. I'm afraid you owe your old man five bucks.
Frasier: Yeah, I'm afraid I do. [searches in his pockets for his wallet]
Jimmy: Oh. [giving Frasier his wallet back] You'll probably use this.
Linda: Well, it's been a lot of laughs, but it's getting late. We
better get going.
Frank: Yeah, you're right. Thanks a lot, Marty.
Martin: Oh, yes. Great.
Frasier: It's been very pleasant. You'll all come again, any time you
like. [to Jimmy] Hopefully when we're here, of course.
Frank: Goodnight, Marty,
Martin: See ya.
Jimmy: Next week, Marty.
Martin: Yeah, yeah.

The poker g*ng leave.

Frasier: Jimmy. Boy, who woulda thought? How do you even know that guy,
dad?
Martin: Ah, he was a jailhouse snitch, he helped us out a couple of
times. Right, he's great company, but I wouldn't trust him
for a second if he wasn't surrounded by cops.
Daphne: [who's come in to clear table] Who's a jailhouse snitch?
Martin: Jimmy.
Daphne: Jimmy's an ex-con?
Frasier: [handing over five dollars] Well, you certainly made your point.
I feel stupid as hell.
Daphne: I feel rather a fool meself.
Martin: Why would you care, one way or another?
Daphne: Because... I've agreed to go out with Jimmy tomorrow night.
Martin: You did what?!
Daphne: He asked me if I'd like to go out for drinks with him to a place
called the Topaz Room, meet some of his friends. It sounded
harmless enough.
Martin: Well, it's out of the question! You're gonna have to call him
and cancel!
Daphne: But you said yourself he was fun to spend time with.
Martin: I said DO time with. No, no. You just can't go. Case closed,
that's all there is to it.
Frasier: Dad, excuse me, if I can interrupt that self-righteous policeman
mentality for a second, don't you believe in second chances?
Martin: I did. Then we had Niles.
Frasier: Well, I believe that when a man has paid his debt to society
he deserves a fresh start. I see no harm in her going out
with him once.
Martin: Well, I do! She's not going.
Frasier: I say she is.

They argue for a few moments, until-

Daphne: Excuse me? Gentlemen? But might I interject one tiny little
thought into this conversation?
Frasier: Of course, Daphne.
Daphne: BELT UP! BOTH OF YOU! It may have escaped your notice,
but I happen to be a grown woman, and nobody has told me
whom I might or might not date since I was a schoolgirl.
And I didn't listen then. Now, when I've quite made up my
mind about what I plan to do about Jimmy, I'll let you know.
But right now, I'm going to my room. You two hens have wasted
enough of my time.

She exits left.

Frasier: That would have been a very dramatic exit, if only her room
was down that hall.

Daphne walks in and through to her bedroom.

Martin: I still don't think she should be going out with that guy.
Frasier: Oh, don't worry, she won't.
Martin: How do you know?
Frasier: Well, because she has too much respect for your opinion.
She won't go against your wishes if I'm any judge of
character.
Martin: Oh, dear God.

End of Act One.

Act Two.

Scene A: Cafe Nervosa.
Frasier and Niles are ordering.

Niles: [to waiter] I'll have a decaf latte, and please be sure to use
skim milk.
Frasier: I'll have the same.
Waiter: Got it. [to barista] Two Gutless Wonders!
Niles: Thank you. [to Frasier] Certainly playing fast and loose with
his tips for a man who drives a van. Oh, oh-oh-oh, Frasier.
How was your encounter with dad's poker buddies last night?
Frasier: Ah...
Niles: I must tell you - the picture of you trying to make
conversation with dad's blue-collar cronies all evening
is priceless. When I told Maris about it, it was all she
could do to keep her eyes from dancing.
Frasier: Actually, it was really rather interesting. You know, one of
them actually did time in prison for fraud?
Niles: Good lord! What was he like?
Frasier: Actually, he was quite personable. You know dad, he's so
judgmental.
Niles: He is, and I've often condemned him for it.
Frasier: For some reason, you know, just because the man was in prison
he seems to have marked him for life.
Niles: It's ridiculous. Not all criminals are recidivists. I've
seen many cases where after they've paid their debt to society
they've gone on to lead productive lives. Dad's just being
narrow-minded.
Frasier: Hmm. Yes, I almost had to sedate him when Daphne announced
that she was going to go out with him.

Niles gasps... twice.

Niles: Frasier, I hope you're just yanking my giggle chain.
Frasier: What do you mean?
Niles: You're telling me that you're letting this English rose be
sullied by some sociopath?
Frasier: Niles, he passed bad checks. He's not a sociopath.
Niles: He's a degenerate who should be put away forever!
Frasier: You haven't even met him.
Niles: Oh, for God's sake, they're all depraved animals!
Waiter: [bringing over coffee] Here's your coffee. Anything else?
Niles: Yes, the check please, and quickly. Frasier, we've got to
rescue her!
Frasier: Oh Niles, Niles, just sit down and relax, for God's sakes.
You're being irrational.
Niles: Don't you DARE call me irrational! You know that makes me
crazy!
Frasier: Now, Niles. Listen, I think Jimmy's a perfectly nice guy.
And besides, Daphne can take care of herself.
Niles: I don't care, I'm going after her. [gets up and puts on his
coat] I'm not without resources. My Tae Kwon Do instructor
tells me I'm just two moves away from becoming quite
threatening!
Frasier: Niles, just listen to me for a second. You know perfectly
well that she'll resent any interference. Now, you want to
make a fool of yourself, go right ahead, but don't ask me to
join you.
Niles: That's fine. Just tell me where they went.
Frasier: Someplace called the, uh, the Topaz Room.
Waiter: [who's brought the check] The Topaz Room? I thought the cops
shut that place down after the last sh**ting.
Frasier: I'll drive!

They exit, forcefully.

FADE TO:

ODDBALL IN THE CORNER POCKET


Scene B: The Topaz Room, a gritty bar.
Daphne is playing pool with the regulars. Her opponent (Leo) plays
and misses the eight ball.

Leo: Your sh*t, girlie.

Daphne leans over the table to line up her sh*t. The other patrons try
to get a good look at her bottom.

Leo: But before you take that sh*t, why don't we make this a little
more interesting? All you have to do to win is run those last
five balls. So what do you say we double our bet?
Daphne: Oh, well. I might as well. I never really have understood
this game. [lines up] Never understood it, when I started
playing with me older brothers, at the age of six. [clunk]
And I never understood it during all my formative years,
spent mostly in the pool halls of Manchester. [clunk] Playing
in local competitions and club tournaments. [clunk] Winning
cup after cup after cup. Until our poor dad had to convert
the pantry into a trophy room. [clunk] And I can't really
claim to understand it - eight ball in far corner - even
today. [clunk] But I certainly do enjoy it. [collects her
winnings to the applause of the customers] Thank you,
gentlemen. And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to attempt
to use the ladies room without touching anything.

She exits to the ladies room just as Frasier and Niles enter,
stop and look around.

Frasier: Look at this place. I never felt so conspicuous in my life.
Niles: You must simply try to blend in. Fortunately, I haven't
shaved in several hours. You should loosen your tie.
Frasier: Yes, and you might try tucking in your watch fob.
Niles: That happens to be a Phi-Beta-Kappa key.
Frasier: Oh, then by all means, let it dangle. Perhaps they have a
local chapter.
Niles: Actually, this is quite stimulating in a lower-depths sort of
way. And I've always been something of a squalor buff.
Frasier: The only problem is, I don't see Daphne or Jimmy.
Niles: [to bartender] Excuse me. Has a young woman been in here this
evening, approximately five foot nine and three quarters, with
skin the color of Devonshire cream and the sort of eyes that
gaze directly into one's soul with neither artifice nor
evasion?

Silence from the bartender.

Frasier: This would be an Englishwoman called Daphne.
Bartender: Ah yeah, the one who came in with Jimmy.
Frasier: Right.
Bartender: She was over there sh**ting pool a minute ago. I think she
stepped in the back.
Frasier: What happened to Jimmy?
Bartender: [chuckles] He tried to get fresh with her. She threw a
hammerlock on him and ran him out of here. That babe can
take care of herself.
Frasier: [to Niles] I told you so.
Bartender: And good riddance too. Guy was no good. I knew it the
first time I saw him. You can always tell.
Frasier: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on Niles, we've taken our walk on
the wild side, let’s get out of here.
Niles: What about Daphne?
Frasier: Well come on, you heard what she did to Jimmy. Think how
mad she'll be if she should find us here.
Niles: You're right. Best make ourselves scarce. [Daphne comes
out] Good lord, there she is!

In an attempt to stop Daphne from seeing them, Frasier walks into
a guy (Rocco) at the pool table, just as he's taking his sh*t.

Frasier: Oh, oh. God, I am so sorry.
Rocco: Hey! What the hell are you doing?
Frasier: I'm sorry, I was just trying to...
Rocco: You made me miss that sh*t.
Frasier: I'm sorry.
Rocco: I had two hundred bucks riding on that sh*t.
Frasier: Really sorry.
Rocco: [to Niles, as his mate joins them] Where do you think you're
going?
Niles: Ah, I'll be back, I was just going to put another quarter in
the meter.
Rocco: The meters don't run at night, and neither do you.
Niles: Oh, that was rather an amusing play on words, you're a regular
George S. Kaufman, we must tell our friends about this.
Rocco: You owe me two hundred dollars.
Frasier: Oh well, I-I'd gladly pay you, but I-I don't have that kind of
cash on me.
Niles: Even if he did, it would be absurd to bring it into a place
like this. You know, with the kind of element you might run
into...
Frasier: Niles! Maybe I could write you a check?
Rocco: My element don't take checks. I think maybe we should take
these guys outside, and wise them up.
Frasier: Oh, I don't think that's really necessary at all.
Daphne: Oh my goodness! What are you two doing here?
Niles: We might ask you the same thing. This happens to be one of
our favorite haunts. Actually, Maris and I had our rehearsal
dinner here... the place was different then, it was more of a
garden room and there was a trellis over there where the bar
is...
Frasier: Shut up, Niles.
Daphne: You followed me, didn't you?
Frasier: Oh Daphne, we were worried about you.
Rocco: Excuse me, lady. But it seems like your friends can't seem to
come up with the two hundred they owe me, so I'm gonna have to
uh - pardon my French - b*at the crap out of them.
Frasier: Listen, listen. I'm a psychiatrist, maybe we can talk this
out in sessions. You know, it seems that you have some
control issues...
Rocco: Outside!
Daphne: WAIT! I have money. How would you like to go for double or
nothing, sport?
Rocco: On what?
Daphne: Well, you look like a betting man. [walks over to pool table]
I'll wager I can sink these five balls with a single sh*t.
If I do, these boys are square. If I miss, you double your
money.
Rocco: Hey. I don't mind taking your money, but I was kinda looking
forward to pulping this guy.
Daphne: Yeah, well. We won't quibble. [picks up cue] If I miss, you
can pulp him. I'm feeling generous tonight. I'll throw in
the little one as well.
Niles: [to Frasier] What did she mean by that, “Throw in the little
one?” And what in God's name is “pulping”?
Rocco: You're on. Okay. But just to make sure this is on the up and
up, let's use six balls. Instead of sinking all five with one
sh*t, [rolling another ball onto table] how about sinking all
six? Do that and uh, I'll forget the two hundred bucks.
Daphne: Fair enough. [takes careful aim, then...] Need a bit of chalk
for me cue. [lines up again, then...] Does it matter in what
order I make them?
Frasier: Daphne!
Rocco: Hey lady. If you make any of them, it'll be a miracle.
Daphne: Right. Well... here goes nothing.

She takes the sh*t. The scene goes into SLOW MOTION, and cliffhanger
music plays...

As Frasier and Niles watch, on tenterhooks, five of the balls go down.
They hug each other ecstatically and watch the cue ball roll toward the
sixth. It knocks the sixth toward the pocket... and it bounces out.

Daphne: RUN FOR IT!!! [grabs the money]

They race out of the bar and slam the doors behind them. As Rocco
and his buddies chase them, Daphne wedges her cue in the door handles.
Frasier and Niles laugh and make “Nyah nyah!” faces before fleeing
into the night with Daphne.

End of Act Two.

Credits:

Frasier's Apartment. Eddie is following a trail of biscuits to where
Daphne is lying in wait with a sponge and a towel. She lunges at him,
but misses.