02x19 - Someone To Watch Over Me

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Act 1

Scene 1 - KACL
Frasier is in the studio talking to one of his callers.

Frasier: Brian, let me assure you. No one is a born scatterbrain!
You simply have to develop your powers of concentration.
On a trip to the Amazon I was able to observe the hunters
of the primitive Shipibo tribe. With nothing more than a
crude blowgun they can bring down small monkeys from the
forest canopy high above their heads. How?

Someone comes into Roz’s booth and hands her a sheet of paper while
Frasier continues.

Frasier: Focus, and mental discipline. And that’s what we have to
work on, Brian. Focus on one thing and not allow ourselves
to be distracted by a single- [Roz rushes in excited and shows
Frasier the piece of paper] WE’VE BEEN NOMINATED FOR A
SEABEA!!!

Frasier and Roz jump up and down in excitement before realising the
problems of the last caller and that he is still on the line.

Frasier: Of course, we should never become so single-minded that we
don’t allow ourselves to be spontaneous. We’ll be back right
after this.

Frasier goes to a commercial break.

Frasier: Oh, Roz. This is wonderful. They like me, they really like
me.
Roz: Oh my God, I have to lose five pounds in two weeks.
Frasier: [taking the bar of chocolate that Roz is eating out of her
hands] Well, that’ll be enough of that!

Frasier goes to open his briefcase and takes out a red rose.

Frasier: Roz. Listen, I bought this for you this morning and I was
hoping that I wouldn’t have to say this was just for being
you...
Roz: Oh thanks, Frasier. This is so great. You know, last year
I was so obsessed with winning that I didn’t even enjoy being
nominated. But this year I don’t care if we win or lose.
I’m just gonna buy myself a beautiful dress and have my hair
done and I’m gonna stretch out in the back of a limo with my
date...
Frasier: And wonder why you bothered having your hair done!

Bulldog rushes in and grabs Frasier.

Bulldog: Hey, Doc. Congratulations! Hey, Roz...

He sees Roz is not too impressed, so he doesn’t grab her.

Frasier: Well, I understand congratulations are in order for you as
well, Bulldog. What is this now? Four nominations, three
wins?
Bulldog: Yeah. I’ve been a symbol of broadcasting excellence in
Seattle since 1991.

Bulldog starts sniffing the air before barking and stamping his feet
at a woman outside.

Bulldog: See ya, Doc.
Roz: Thirty seconds.
Frasier: Thank you, Roz. Whom do we have?
Roz: On line one we have a shoplifter from Bainbridge, and then
line two is your number one fan.
Frasier: Oh, Kari.
Roz: Mmm-hmm, for the fourth time this week. Why don’t you let me
get rid of her? All she ever does is gush and tell you how
wonderful you are.
Frasier: And this hurts me how?

Frasier starts the show again.

Frasier: Hello Seattle, we’re back. Got time for just one more call.
So, Roz – who do we have on the line?
Roz: Oh, please!
Frasier: Hello. You’re on with Frasier Crane.
Kari: [v.o.] Hi, Dr. Crane. It’s me, Kari. Nervous as usual.
Anyway, I hope you’re not getting sick of me. I just think
you’re wonderful. Thank you for always talking to me.
Frasier: Well, thank you for being so sweet.
Kari: Well, thank you for giving such good advice.
Frasier: Well, thank you for being...

Roz knock violently on the glass for Frasier to wrap it up.

Frasier: If that’s all?
Kari: That was a beautiful rose you bought this morning.
Frasier: Yes, I bought it to give to... [confused] Excuse me?
Kari: Don’t be surprised. I saw you at the florist’s. You weren’t
doing your regular routine.
Frasier: My regular routine?
Kari: Café Nervosa. You go there every morning. Except today.
I can tell I’m boring you now. Bye!
Frasier: Well, goodbye Kari. Well that’s all our time for today,
Seattle. Goodbye and good listening.

Frasier signs off. Roz comes into the booth.

Roz: That was pretty weird. Now she’s following you?
Frasier: I don’t think it’s so weird. It’s hardly following. Maybe
she hangs out at Café Nervosa too and the florist is right
next door.
Roz: Well, be careful out there. There’s a lot of creeps.
Frasier: Oh Roz I hate that word, “creeps.” There’s a lot of odd
people in this business. I never refer to any of them as
a “creep.”

Bulldog comes into the booth.

Bulldog: Hey Roz, will you stop wearing those corduroys? I can’t see
your pantyline.

Roz looks at Frasier who rolls his eyes.

Frasier: Although some people do send me groping for synonyms.

FADE OUT

GETTING A BIT LOOPY


Scene 2 – Frasier’s Apartment
Frasier and Niles walk in to see Daphne sitting at the table.

Frasier: Ah, what are you up to?
Daphne: I just measured your Father for his tuxedo.
Niles: Oh Frasier, that reminds me. I’m afraid Maris won’t be able
to make your SeaBea awards tomorrow night.
Frasier: Well, I can hardly be surprised. Any particular reason?
Niles: Yes! And this time it’s a good one. She’s very upset about
her manicurist. The woman’s been doing Maris’s nails for
years now and sadly she was just taken critically ill.
Daphne: Oh, dear. How bad is she?
Niles: She’ll be fine once she finds another manicurist! Until then
she’s curtailing all public appearances.
Frasier: Yes, well I’m sorry. It’s not like I’m nominated for a SeaBea
every year. Oh, wait a minute – yes, it is!
Niles: Well, as some illustrious person once said, "popularity is
the hallmark of mediocrity."
Frasier: You just made that up, didn’t you?
Niles: Yes, but I stand by it.
Daphne: Will you be joining us for dinner tonight, Dr. Crane?
Niles: No. Frasier and I are going to the opera. We’re seeing-
Frasier/Niles: Der Fliegende Hollander.
Niles: Oh, don’t forget – the tickets are in your briefcase.
I can hear that first aria already. [starts humming the
tune]
Martin: Don’t, Niles. You’ll start singing it, then I’ll start
singing it, and I won’t be able to get it out of my head.

Frasier opens his briefcase and finds a scarf inside.

Frasier: What’s this? [reads the label] “Dear Dr. Crane. A little bit
of me to wrap around your neck. Your number one fan, Kari.”
Daphne: Oh, how sweet. Your fan knitted you a scarf.
Frasier: Yes, but when did she find the time to put it in my briefcase?
I haven’t had it out of my hand all day except when I was in
the barber’s chair.
Martin: Hell, that didn’t give her more than thirty seconds!
Niles: [examining the label] So you’re saying this woman followed you
into the barber shop then slipped a scarf into your briefcase.
Frasier: Well, she’s a very devoted fan.
Niles: She has the handwriting of a sociopath.
Frasier: Oh, she does not.
Niles: [holding up the label] Big loops.
Daphne: That’s exactly how Scotland Yard caught “The Butcher of
Brighton.” He used big loops – a clear sign of anger. And he
crossed his t’s in a downward stroke, indicating aggression.
Of course, he also kept a demitasse saucer full of eyelids on
his night table.

Daphne leaves the room.

Frasier: Anybody here besides me think we should put a two-way lock
on her door?
Martin: Well, if you ask me it’s probably nothing, but there are some
weirdos out there, so just keep your eyes open.
Frasier: Dad, she’s not a weirdo. She’s just a woman who finds me
utterly fascinating
Niles: And the distinction would be?
Frasier: In any case, I do think that her invading my space is
inappropriate. I hardly think we should start barricading
the door.

Daphne has come back.

Niles: Let’s review. She started with calls to the station, then
moved onto spying on you. Now she’s been in your briefcase.
It’s the classic progression of the predator stalking its
prey in ever-narrowing circles, or “loops.” That’s for you,
Daphne.
Daphne: [looks up and smiles] Thank you.

The doorbell rings and Frasier goes to answer.

Frasier: Niles, you make me sound like a goat staked out in a clearing.
No one is hunting me down. No one is closing in on me.

Frasier opens the door to find a large number of balloons floating
outside.

Frasier: Oh, look. These must be from the station. [examines the card]
“From your number one fan Kari. Your time has come. You’re
finally going to get what you deserve.”
Niles: The loop tightens!
Frasier: Stop it, Niles. She’s probably just referring to the fact
that it’s time I win this award. Try as you will, you are
not going to turn me into some sort of a nervous wreck.

Frasier goes to bring the balloons inside but accidentally
bursts one of them causing him to reel back in surprised fear.

Frasier: It’s just not going to happen!

FADE TO:

KRAKATOA, WEST OF JAVA
(THE MOVIE WAS WRONG)


Scene 3 - KACL
Frasier is speaking to one of his callers.

Madman: I don’t understand it, Doc. I’m a successful guy. I have my
own car dealership but still I’m depressed. You’ve probably
heard of me – Madman Martinez.
Frasier: Well, what seems to be the source of your depression, Madman?
Madman: I guess it’s just that business is down. I don’t know why.
I slashed prices this week. Right now I got an ’88 old
Cutlass on the lot in rare turquoise metallic, Cordoba roof,
leather, factory year...
Frasier: Madman...
Madman: [voice getting increasingly louder and excited] And that’s
nothing compared to the six brand new Super’s I got in.
Their prices...
Frasier: [becoming increasingly annoyed] Maybe...
Madman: Twenty-percent discount to all your listeners! People
say to me, “Madman, you’re crazy.” I say, “HEY, I DEAL
IN VOLUME!”
Frasier: Fortunately, so do I. [cuts off the line] Well, that’s
about all the time we have today, folks. Stay tuned for
Bob "Bulldog" Briscoe after these paid commercial
messages.

Frasier signs off and goes into Roz’s booth. Roz is sitting there
trying to hide her face.

Frasier: Roz, what is the matter with you? You’re supposed to be
screening these calls!
Roz: Just dowse me in gasoline and toss me a match.
Frasier: I was hoping a stern warning would do the trick.

Roz turns around to reveal a huge red mark on her nose.
Frasier looks in horror.

Roz: I’m talking about this! Three hours until the limo picks me
up for the SeaBeas and my nose erupts like Krakatoa!
Frasier: It’s barely noticeable.
Roz: From where, the Space Shuttle? Vintage Roz or what?
I finally lose five pounds and I gain three of it back
on my nose!
Frasier: Roz, I’m sure that with enough foundation and some contouring,
maybe a little shadowing... [realises he is fighting a lost
cause] Have you considered wearing a beekeeper’s mask?
Roz: Do I make fun of that Astrodome you call a forehead?
Frasier: Gee, Roz. It’s been sort of a tough week for me too, you
know? Kari has taken to putting notes in my briefcase.
She’s even been to my apartment.
Roz: Frasier, you’ve got to do something. Don’t you remember Leo,
the Happy Chef? He had an obsessed fan too. It started out
innocently just like yours and she ended up breaking into
his house.
Frasier: Yes, I understand she bent his whisk and scratched all his
Teflon!
Roz: Make fun all you want, but she made his life miserable and
she didn’t quit until he hired himself a bodyguard. Want me
to find out who he is?
Frasier: No, no, no. I have a hard time believing that Kari poses a
real thr*at. I mean she doesn’t even have the nerve to come
up and look at me face to face. Lord knows she’s had the
opportunity.
Roz: Well, suit yourself. If you ask me the woman is acting very
weird.

Roz takes out a teabag and puts it on her nose.

Frasier: Tea good for your nose?
Roz: [sarcastic] No, I finally found a bag to match my shoes!
Frasier: Roz, you’re dripping all over the console

Frasier takes a handkerchief out his pocket to wipe up and a small
card falls out as well, which Frasier examines.

Frasier: Kari?
Roz: Again? How did she get in your jacket?
Frasier: I have no idea. [reading the card] “I’m very disappointed in
you, Dr. Crane. You didn’t wear the scarf I knitted you even
though it was very cold. The last man who disappointed me
that way... is in his grave. P.S. – I’ll be at the awards
tonight and I’ll be looking for you. Your number one fan,
Kari.”
Roz: Oh, great. I’m sitting at your table with a bulls-eye on my
nose!

End of Act 1

Act 2

SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME


Scene 1 – Frasier’s Apartment
Frasier, Daphne and Martin are all dressed ready for the SeaBeas.
Frasier is pacing the floor.

Daphne: Now, now, Dr. Crane you’ve really got to try to relax.
Frasier: Oh, you’re right, Daphne. After all, what do I have to be
nervous about? I’m only up for a major award. If I lose I’ll
be devastated. If I win then a madwoman who’s been stalking
me will have a clear sh*t when I accept!
Daphne: Oh, don’t worry about it so. That’s what you hired a
bodyguard for.
Martin: I still don’t see why. Most likely nothing’s gonna happen,
and even if it does I was a cop for thirty years. This whole
thing’s a waste of money.
Frasier: Dad, there’s a big difference between a policeman and a
skilled bodyguard. These people are trained to size up a
crowd, plan escape routes, even get sh*t if necessary.
Martin: Hey, I know how to take a b*llet.
Frasier: Oh yes, that’s just what your personality needs – another
b*llet!

The doorbell goes.

Frasier: That must be him. Who is it, please?
Niles: Lizzie Borden. I want you to autograph my hatchet.

Frasier opens the door to a smug Niles.

Frasier: That’s not very funny.
Niles: Everyone ready to go?
Martin: Nah, we’re still waiting for his rent-a-goon.
Frasier: Apparently he’s stuck in traffic.
Niles: Perhaps your admirer ran into him first and he’s stuffed in
some janitor’s closet, his purple bloated tongue protruding
above his freshly garroted neck. Is that champagne?
Frasier: Well, you’re a fountain of comfort this evening.
Niles: Oh, I’m just teasing. If you must know I’m a little jealous.
I told Maris about your troubles. All she does is sulk and
talk about bodyguards. "Why don’t we need one? Aren’t we
important enough to be stalked?" I have no idea what to say
to the poor woman.
Martin: Tell her to just go on being herself and her day will come.

The doorbell goes.

Frasier: That must be my muscle.

Frasier looks through the security hole.

Frasier: Dear God, it’s a woman. Where’s my bodyguard when I need him?
Woman: Hello? It’s Cindy Carruthers from The Unified Protection
Agency.
Martin: Your bodyguard’s name is Cindy? What’s the matter – they
were all out of Tiffany’s?
Frasier: I was expecting someone big and wide like a Dominic, a
Rocko, a Ruth even.

Frasier opens the door to the woman.

Frasier: Hello. So glad to see you.
Cindy: Thank you Dr. Crane, but you just made a fatal mistake.
Frasier: Oh my God, it is Kari!
Cindy: No. I mean you should have called The Agency and asked for a
description before you let me in.

Cindy makes a call on her mobile.

Cindy: Hi, Tina. Bring the car around to the service entrance.
Frasier: Tina?
Martin: I guess Candy was busy.
Cindy: First rule for tonight is, trust no one you don’t know.
Martin: Ooh, let me write that down.
Frasier: I suppose you’re right. I just start to feel silly when I
act paranoid.
Cindy: Don’t. Paranoid is good.
Niles: [proudly] I was paranoid.
Cindy: Who are these people?
Frasier: [introducing] This is my brother Dr. Niles Crane, my father
Martin and his home care specialist Daphne Moon.
Daphne: [as Cindy shakes her hand] Goodness. You’ve seen quite a bit
of mayhem in your day.
Cindy: Excuse me?
Daphne: Well you see, I can sense these things. I’m a bit psychic.
Wait, I’m getting a flash now... Did you have a grandfather
with a steel plate in his head?

Cindy looks at Daphne suspiciously, then looks back at Frasier.

Cindy: This lunatic who’s been calling you – any particular accent?
Frasier: No, no.
Cindy: You have a security system in this place?
Daphne: We don’t need a security system. We’ve got Eddie here.

Eddie is lying thoroughly bored on the couch.

Cindy: Hello, Eddie.

Eddie gets up and buries his head under the nearest pillow.

Martin: Don’t let him fool you. You lay a hand on me, you’d have a
bite on your butt the size of a tennis ball.
Frasier: And Eddie would go for your ankles!
Daphne: My, look at the time. Shouldn’t we be going?
Cindy: You’d better let me secure the elevator. Wait here and don’t
open the door for anyone. By the way Dr. Crane, I’ll need to
know your blood type, location of the nearest trauma center
and a list of any family members who’d be willing to donate
organs.

She exits.

Niles: Just so you know, Frasier, I have unusually small kidneys.

The phone goes and Daphne picks it up.

Daphne: Hello, Crane residence... [puts her hand over the
mouthpiece] I think it’s her!
Frasier: Niles – call Cindy. Put it on speaker.

Daphne puts the call on speakerphone.

Frasier: Hello.
Kari: Hi. I know you’re in a hurry but I just wanted to let you
know I’ll be wearing a bright red dress tonight.
Frasier: Kari?
Kari: But don’t worry. You won’t have to find me – I’ll find you.
[Eddie runs off to the bedrooms]
Kari: Bye.
Frasier: Kari, wait. [Kari hangs up]
Daphne: Oh, don’t let it bother you so. Come on, let’s go. Quite
frankly I find it hard to imagine a woman with such a
sweet little voice being dangerous.
Martin: Does the name Squeaky Fromme mean anything to you?

They exit.

[N.B. Squeaky Fromme was a female member of the Charles Manson cult.]

FADE TO:

THE LADY IN RED


Scene 2 - The SeaBea Awards
Frasier, Martin, Daphne and Cindy walk in to a large crowded room at
the Awards Ceremony.

Cindy: Alright, we’re seeing a lot of red dresses here, so let’s go
over some ground rules: Don’t go anywhere alone. If you have
to go to the men’s room, go with a "buddy" and keep your back
to the wall at all times.
Martin: It’s gonna take some marksmanship right there.
Cindy: Don’t move, but I think I see her. Red dress standing by the
bar. She’s staring at every man who comes in here but she’s
hiding her face behind a program.

Frasier looks over but sees it is Roz covering her face (in
particular her nose).

Frasier: That is my producer Roz. She’s harmless. She just has a
pimple on her nose. Looks like some kind of biblical plague!

Frasier goes to bring Roz over to the rest of the group and
takes the program off her.

Frasier: Roz, Roz, over here. Oh, give me that, will you? You look
beautiful. Come join us.

Roz comes over but now covers her nose with her hand.

Cindy: Hi, I’m Cindy Carruthers.
Roz: Hi. [looks over to Martin and Daphne still covering her nose]
Hi.
Daphne/Martin: [both covering their noses] Hi
Frasier: Stop that! Now Roz, listen, you look terrific. You’ve
done a wonderful little job with your problem there.
It’s practically disappeared.

Bulldog wanders in and sees Roz.

Bulldog: Whoa, Roz! Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?

Roz walks off being consoled by Daphne. Bulldog turns to Cindy.

Bulldog: And who’s this lovely lady?
Cindy: Cindy Carruthers.
Frasier: Careful. She has a concealed w*apon.
Bulldog: Makes two of us.
Martin: He’s not kidding. She’s his bodyguard.
Bulldog: Hey. How’d you like to check out a body worth guarding?

Cindy grabs Bulldog by the throat with a Ranger chokehold.

Cindy: If I move my thumb a quarter of an inch, I could k*ll you.
Bulldog: Whoa! I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

She tightens her grip, forcing him to his knees.

Bulldog: Ow, ow! OK, let me go. [Cindy releases him] So can I call you?

She raises her hand and Bulldog runs off. Niles walks in.

Frasier: You know, I wish this woman would just make her move. I hate
this looking over my shoulder thinking it could be anyone.
Niles: At least you know she’s wearing a red dress.
Martin: Maybe.
Niles: What do you mean, "maybe"?
Martin: [sarcastic] Well, I’m no professional bodyguard, but if I was
a loony toon looking to whack a guy, you know maybe I just
wouldn’t tell the truth about what I was wearing.
Cindy: No offence to your father, but I think you should stick to
looking for a woman in a red dress.

Daphne walks back in with Roz. Roz’s hairstyle is truly hideous with
a massive fringe covering one half of her face, completely obscuring
her nose. Frasier looks slightly aghast.

Daphne: Here we are. Good as new.
Cindy: Well, should we all head up to the ballroom?
Frasier: All right.
Roz: [partially blinded by her hair] Help me!

Daphne guides her towards the elevator. Frasier takes Niles aside.

Frasier: Niles, just hear me out on this. Didn’t it seem curious to
you that Cindy was so quick to dismiss Dad’s theory? Cindy
who is not wearing a red dress?
Niles: Frasier, you can’t think that she’s the...
Frasier: Shh!
Niles: Well she couldn’t be the...
Frasier: Shh!!
Niles: Well, how...
Frasier: SHH! Think about it. She was conveniently out of the
apartment at precisely the moment the stalker phoned.
Niles: So she was. And we know she has a cellular phone. That’s how
she called for the car.
Frasier: What if it is Cindy? Why hasn’t she made her move?
Niles: Maybe she’s waiting to get you alone.

Niles and Frasier move towards the elevator to go up to the ballroom.
Niles gets in but the lift is getting crowded. Cindy stops Frasier
getting in.

Cindy: Too many red dresses in there. We’ll take our own elevator.

Niles and Frasier gasp as Niles tries to reach out to Frasier but
the elevator door closes. Frasier looks scared.

Cindy: Don’t be nervous.
Frasier: Oh, I’m not nervous. I’m just a little chilly. It’s a cold
night.
Cindy: Should have worn a scarf!
Frasier: Yes, I suppose I should have. Believe me, I meant to.
Honest. [grabbing for the elevator button] Where is that
elevator?
Cindy: You know I asked for this assignment? Truth is, I’m quite a
fan of yours. But I guess you figured that out already?
Frasier: Oh my God!
Cindy: What?

The elevator door opens. Frasier tries to distract Cindy by pointing
at the other side of the room while he dives into the elevator.

Frasier: There!
Cindy: Where?
Frasier: There, behind the bar!

Frasier scrambles into the elevator and the doors close behind him.
He looks relieved until he hears a voice behind him. It is a woman in
a red dress.

Woman: Frasier Crane? I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long
time. I’m your number one fan.

The woman goes to take something out of her purse. Before she can
Frasier grabs her in an arm-lock. The elevator door opens to reveal
Frasier pinning the woman to the ground. Niles and the others look on
in amazement.

Frasier: Roz, Roz, find Cindy!
Woman: Help me, please! Get him off me!
Roz: Frasier, are you insane? This is Mrs. Littlejohn – the Head
of the Nominations Committee.

Niles looks down at Mrs. Littlejohn who is still being pinned to the
ground.

Niles: Emilia Littlejohn? This is a small world. I know your
brother Aubrey!

Roz turns to look at Niles in disgust. Roz helps Frasier get Mrs.
Littlejohn to her feet and help her out of the elevator.

Frasier: Oh, I’m so sorry Mrs. Littlejohn. You see, it’s just that,
I’m being stalked by this woman named Kari and when you
said that you’d been waiting for me, I...
Littlejohn: To get an autograph for my niece!
Frasier: Oh, well, who’s got a pen?

Mrs. Littlejohn walks off in disgust.

Roz: Let’s hope we win this year because we’re not getting
nominated next year!
Niles: Roz, are you doing something different with your hair?

Roz clouts Niles across the head. Cindy runs up to Frasier.

Cindy: What happened? Why did you run away from me?
Frasier: Oh, I’ll tell you what happened. The paranoia has turned me
into a crazy person. First I though you were the stalker.
Then I thought she was the stalker, [pointing towards Mrs.
Littlejohn] You know, I’ve had enough of this. I’m gonna
confront this thing face to face.

Frasier walks towards the elevator and gets in.

Frasier: [practically shouting] Everyone! I will be in the lobby.
Martin: Frasier, calm down...
Frasier: I WILL BE IN THE LOBBY!

Martin notices a woman sitting on a sofa wearing a red dress and a
“bizarre” purple and white scarf.

Martin: You’re Kari, aren’t you?
Kari: How did you know?
Martin: You made a scarf just like that for Frasier. He’s my son.
Kari: I think there’s been a big misunderstanding. I’m just a fan.
I never meant to frighten him.
Martin: Well, what about that note – about the last guy who didn’t
wear the scarf ended up in his grave?
Kari: That was my husband Walter. He caught pneumonia. I won’t
bother your son anymore. Could you just tell him what
happened?
Martin: I’ll be glad to explain and, if I’m lucky, he won’t
understand and I’ll have to explain all over again.
Kari: I’m sure he’ll understand. That’s the one thing about your
son, Mr. Crane – he’s so smart and level-headed.

Kari walks off.

Martin: [to himself] What’s she been smoking?

CUT TO: Lobby
Frasier’s elevator opens out onto the lobby, which is empty.

Frasier: Well, I’m here – you demented harpy. Come and get me.

Frasier hears a door and looks to the other side of the room to see
someone leaving.

Frasier: Kari?

Frasier follows through the door and ends up down in the parking lot.
He can’t see anyone else.

Frasier: Alright, I know you’re down here. Come on out and face me!
Not so brave anymore, huh? You think you’re tough but you’re
only tough as long as you’re hiding in the shadows. You wanna
see who’s really tough? You just come on out here!

From behind a parked van three rather big, rather burly men walk out
and stare at Frasier. Frasier is taken aback.

Frasier: When I said "tough" I was speaking clearly in a rhetorical
sense.

The three men start to walk towards Frasier as Frasier starts to
walk backwards.

Frasier: Would... er... any of you happen to have the time?

Frasier takes off his watch and offers it to the men.

Frasier: Would any of you like the time?

Frasier turns and makes a run for the stairs back up to the Awards
Ceremony whilst being chased.

End of Act 2

Credits:

Mrs. Littlejohn announces the award and Frasier has won it. However
when Frasier and Roz go up to accept it, Roz still has her ridiculous
hairdo and Frasier has obviously been beaten up, his shirt half undone
and his hair in a mess. They make their speeches and get off the
podium as quickly as possible.

[N.B. The question of whether or not Frasier has actually won a SeaBea
has been a source of confusion in later episodes. This tag seems to
establish that he has, and we see his SeaBea in Season Three’s “The
Show Where Diane Comes Back,” but later episodes say he’s never won it.
Perhaps they overlooked this tag.]