07x04 - Everyone's A Critic

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Act One.

Scene One - Radio Station.
Frasier is signing off for the show. Roz is in her booth.

Frasier: Till tomorrow then, this is Dr. Frasier Crane wishing you...

Roz knocks on the booth. Frasier looks around a sees a grumpy old man
looking in through the screen.

Frasier: Oh, yes. Be sure to tune in later for the final broadcast of
KACL's loveable curmudgeon, Chester Ludgate. You know, most
of us here at the station were surprised to hear that he was
retiring. I for one thought he'd never leave. [presses button]
Roz: [enters] So, should we order a pizza?
Frasier: Sorry?
Roz: Those PSA's you promised you'd help me with are due tomorrow.
Frasier: Oh gosh, Roz, I really am sorry. You know, it seems Mrs.
Delafield's daughter is coming here to join us as an intern.
I promised Kenny I'd show her around and take her to dinner.
Roz: So, while I'm working late, eating my vending-machine dinner,
you'll be out having a gourmet meal with some cute rich girl.
Frasier: Oh, you can make anything sound unfair.

Roz exits to her booth as Kenny and the cute rich girl, Poppy, enter
the booth. Poppy is like a character out of "Clueless": Long blond
hair, dressed totally in a red "girly" outfit with red high heels and
red hand bag. She speaks with an annoying, ditzy accent.

Kenny: Hey, Doc.
Frasier: Kenny, and who have we here?
Kenny: Dr. Frasier Crane, I'd like you to meet Miss Poppy Delafield.
Well, gotta run. [swiftly exits]
Frasier: Poppy, what a pleasure to meet the daughter of our beloved
station owner. So, what brings you to KACL?

Frasier cannot get a word in throughout the following.

Poppy: Well, I was in Paris last month - or was it Madrid? - No,
Paris, and I said to myself, "that's enough gallivanting
for you, young lady, it's time to get a job." So I flew
home and asked my mother, Minnie, if I could nose around
and see if some job, you know, spoke to me at one of her
radio stations, or TV stations or newspapers. But not
her brewery, thank you very much! So, here I am. Sleeves
rolled up, ready to learn. Is this where you do your show?
Of course it is, there's your mike right in front of me.
Earth to Poppy!

She laughs; Gil walks past the booth in the corridor.

Poppy: There's Gil, I met him earlier. Hi, Gil!

She waves, Gil runs away. Frasier also waves and then wonders what he
is doing and looks back at Poppy, who carries on.

Poppy: Nice man. I think it's marvelous what you do. To really help
people. Unlike the psychiatrists I've been to, both of whom
had some sort of, I don't know, narcolepsy. I sympathize, but
if you can't stay awake, don't be a psychiatrist!

Behind her back, Frasier removes his cell phone, dials a number,
and then hides it in his pocket.

Poppy: To do what you do, to face that microphone day after day and
know that for the next three hours you're going to have to
talk and talk and talk? I could not do it! I would freeze!
Literally freeze!

She laughs giddily. Then the phone on the console rings, stopping her.

Frasier: Excuse me. [grabs the phone] Hello? Yes, Dad. All right,
calm down, calm down. Was there much blood?
Poppy: Oh my gosh!
Frasier: All right, Dad, I'll be there as soon as I can, hang on a
second. [puts phone to chest, to Poppy] I'm terrible sorry,
there's been a small emergency at home. I'm gonna have to
pass on today, may I take a rain check?
Poppy: Oh, and we were having such a nice chat.

Roz enters.

Frasier: This is Roz, my producer. You know Roz, I'll gladly do those
promos if you would be so kind as to take Poppy to dinner and
answer her questions.
Roz: Sure, if you don't get bored listening to me drone on about
radio.
Frasier: Oh, I don't think there's much chance of that!

Poppy whizzes Roz out of the booth, chatting to her on the way.

FADE OUT

Scene Two - Frasier's Apartment.
Frasier and Daphne are sitting at the dining table. Martin enters and
hurries Eddie into the apartment, checking the hallway for people.

Frasier: What the hell is happening?
Martin: Well, remember last week when Eddie k*lled his first rat?
And how proud I was? I told you that story, right?
Frasier: Yes, Dad, you told us. If you had a guitar you would have
written a ballad.
Martin: Well, we were just down in the basement and I saw another rat.
I said, "go get him, boy!" So just as he picked him up, had
him in his teeth, shaking the life out of him, and I hear this
little bell, ting-a-ling. And I thought, "that's funny - rats
don't wear bells!"
Daphne: Oh, little Robbie Greenberg's missing hamster!
Frasier: Yes, I read that flyer. He was offering a ten dollar reward.
Martin: Well, the most we can claim at this point is about six-fifty.
Frasier: You know Dad, this is actually your fault. You know if you
hadn't encouraged him after he k*lled his first rat he
wouldn't have moved on to murdering hamsters!
Martin: Well, what are you talking about? We don't know it was Eddie
who k*lled him. He might have had a heart att*ck, or some
kind of seizure when he bounced off the boiler!

The doorbell sounds. Frasier crosses the room and opens the door to
Niles. He is carrying a magazine and two tickets. A smile is beaming
across his face.

Frasier: Niles!
Niles: Prepare to whoop like a sweepstakes winner. Cancel our
dinner! I've scored us two seats, front row for the event
of the season.
Frasier: You mean...?
Niles: Yes.
Frasier: But...?
Niles: I know! [proudly holds up the tickets]
Frasier: Niles!
Martin: [aside to Daphne] I love it when they do it this way,
I can pretend it's a Seahawks game.

He sits in his chair as Frasier eagerly takes the tickets and scans
them.

Frasier: My God, it's for the Cecilia Bartoli concert! My God,
they've been sold out for months. How on earth did you
score these tickets?
Niles: I simply phoned the box office and said this is Niles Crane,
the new arts critic for "The Monocle."

Frasier takes in a gasp of half delight for his brother and half
jealousy as Niles slaps the magazine on the table.

Daphne: "The Monocle." Isn't that that magazine they hand out to
rich people in all the snootiest apartment buildings?
Niles: And the snootiest hotels.
Frasier: How could this happen, Niles?
Niles: I was at a party thrown by the publisher, Olga Suerbread.
The pretentious fop who had the job before me was there too,
spouting sheer drivel about Leonard Bernstein. Being polite
I kept my tongue sheathed. Until he referred to Bernstein's
conducting as "overrated."
Frasier: [indignant] I assume you pounced?
Niles: [dignified] Like a ninja! By the time I had finished with
him, Olga could see I was a far better critic than that
arrogant poseur.
Daphne: She fired him right there?
Niles: Well, he was leaving anyway for his junior year abroad.
Frasier: Well, it's a post. Congratulations are in order. You know,
who would have thought my little brother a professional
music critic?
Niles: Oh, oh, and not just music. I can review anything I want.
Theater, dance, art exhibits.
Frasier: You don't say?
Niles: Yes, from now on, wherever we go, I'll be armed with my
trusty pad and penlight.
Frasier: Wherever we go? What fun.
Niles: [takes some opera glasses from his pocket] I'll have to take
a damp cloth to these opera glasses, although I don't know
what will we use them for, sitting in the front row? Unless
it's to scan the faces of the jealous people behind us.

Niles exits to the powder room.

Martin: So, are you sure you're okay with Niles getting this critic
job?
Frasier: Why wouldn't I be, Dad?
Martin: Oh, come on, I know what it's like with you two when one of
you gets something the other one doesn't have. It's like
when you were kids. Niles got a telescope, so you had to
have a telescope. You got that funny little guitar, Niles...
Frasier: Dad, it was called a lute!
Martin: Oh yeah, whatever.
Frasier: Dad, believe me, I do not envy Niles his critic's job. As
kids we would aggravate the situation by flaunting our toys
in each other's faces. We're much more mature than that now,
all right?

Niles enters from the powder room.

Frasier: Niles, you know, it's about time we got going. We don't want
to be late for the curtain.
Niles: [flaunting] Don't be silly, I'm press now. They'll hold it.

Niles walks out with great esteem, his chin pointed up. Frasier
grovels behind him, ignoring Martin's smug look.

FADE TO:

HOW A POPPY BECOMES HEROIN


Scene Three - Café Nervosa.
Front stage, Frasier and Roz are having a coffee and a chat together.
Meanwhile upstage, Poppy is telling a weary crowd around her (including
Gil and Kenny) about her life.

Poppy: So, that's how it ends: B minus average, ten extra pounds and
still no boyfriend.

Front stage, Frasier and Roz watch on.

Roz: I see Poppy's having a little party.
Frasier: That's not a party, that's a hostage situation.
Roz: Thank God today is her last day. You know, this morning she
cornered me by the coffee machine and told me her whole life
story. I just wanted to grab her by the throat and say,
"What am I, your biographer? Shut up!"

Frasier laughs. Gil finally gets out of the "party" and arrives at
Frasier's table.

Gil: Dear God! I thought I'd never break free. I feel like a
mongoose at the mercy of a chatty cobra.

Gil exits as Niles enters with a newspaper.

Niles: Hello, all. I see you all ready have the "Times." I'm
quoted there today.
Frasier: In the "Times?"
Niles: Yes, here, [shows Roz the bit] it's in an ad for "St. Joan":
"'Incandescent,' Niles Crane, 'The Monocle.'"
Roz: [stands] Wow! Excuse me while I go and tell all my friends I
know you!

Roz goes off to the counter as Niles takes her seat.

Niles: [yawns] Forgive me. Olga and I were up till all hours at a
party for the "Royal Shakespeare Company." I'm rubbing pretty
impressive shoulders these days. And to think it's all
because I have a small column.
Frasier: [keeping his eyes on his newspaper] That would certainly
be the Freudian interpretation!
Niles: If I were to review that attitude I would say it was a
chilling portrait of malice and envy.
Frasier: Oh Niles, I'm not the least bit envious that you get to spout
off in that glorified cat-box liner.
Niles: You just can't stand it that my opinion means more than
yours. That the arts community looks to me for my insight,
my approval, my thumbs-up.
Frasier: I think we both know what your thumb's up these days!

Niles's temper flares, and he gets up.

Niles: That's a good one, Frasier. Perhaps you should use it in your
column. Oh, that's right - you don't HAVE one!

He exits and Roz joins Frasier with their coffees.

Frasier: That smug jackass!
Roz: Frasier, you have a radio show. If you wanted to say what
you thought of a play, what's stopping you?
Frasier: It's not the same thing as being a real critic, Roz. You
don't get free tickets... you don't get quoted... forget
hobnobbing.
Roz: My God, this competition between you and your brother is sick.
Your obsessive one-upmanship. You're both going to end up
bitter old cranks like Chester Ludgate.
Frasier: You know, you do raise a good point, Roz.
Roz: Thank you.
Frasier: Chester's time slot is free, I could do my own arts show.

Kenny passes, trying to hide from Poppy.

Frasier: Kenny? Listen, Roz just had a wonderful idea.
Kenny: Yeah, doc?
Frasier: What do you say about yours truly hosting a bouncy little
show about the arts in Seattle?
Kenny: Culture? Wow! That's a great idea, let me chew on that and
I'll get back to you.

Kenny exits.

Frasier: Great! You see, Roz, he loved your idea
Roz: That was not my idea.
Frasier: It was too your idea.
Roz: It was not...

Kenny enters again.

Kenny: Look, Doc, honestly, I feel kinda bad about what I just did.
I let you think there was a chance that I might you let you
do this culture show and... there's not.
Frasier: No chance at all?
Kenny: No. I mean, come on Doc. You, culture, opera. Who's
listening? Not me! [laughs]

Kenny exits.

Frasier: Damn! I think my show's a good idea.
Roz: Well, Kenny's the station manager and he doesn't.
Frasier: You know what, frankly, I don't like his attitude. He acts
as if he owns the station but he doesn't. Someone else does.
Roz: Poppy!
Frasier: The next best thing, her mother!
Roz: No, Poppy.

Roz points to Poppy who is coming over. Roz quickly picks up her bag
and exits.

Poppy: Hi, Frasier.
Frasier: Hello, Poppy. Gosh, would you care to join?
Poppy: I can't. Mummy's taking me shopping. She spoils me something
horrible, I guess it's an "only child" thing. Anything I
want, I just have to ask.
Frasier: [getting an idea] Anything you want? Well, that's
interesting. You know, Poppy, we could join each other for
lunch after your shopping spree.
Poppy: Oh, I'd love it.
Frasier: Would you really? You know, it just seems a shame you
leaving the station and us never really getting to know one
another.
Poppy: Oh, it hasn't been easy. I mean, with you having those dental
appointments everyday.
Frasier: [guilty] Yes. Let me walk you out. [stands up]
Poppy: You know, I should get the name of your dentist. I can't
find one I like. They're always giving me Novocaine when I
don't need it and then it's hours before I can talk again.
Frasier: Oh yes, well, I can give you his number, although I'm not
sure he'd be any different.

Frasier and Poppy exit.

End of Act One.

Act Two.

Scene One - Frasier's Apartment.
Daphne is sat, irritated, on Martin's chair. Frasier and Poppy are
sat on the sofa with wine and paté on the table. The last chords of
a Beethoven piece is being played on the stero. Frasier is air-
conducting as Poppy is laid back listening.

Frasier: Divine Beethoven. Extraordinary, isn't it?
Poppy: Oh, yeah. And do you know what makes it more amazing?
Frasier: What?
Poppy: [declares] He was deaf!

Frasier reacts to this. Daphne just stares at her as if she's mad.

Frasier: Daphne, more paté please.

Daphne picks up the paté dish still staring at Poppy before she exits
to the kitchen.

Frasier: Poppy, I can't tell you how wonderful it is to meet someone
who shares my passion for the arts. It's a rare thing to
find in Seattle, believe me.
Poppy: Is it?
Frasier: Oh yes, sadly. If only more people were better informed
about our city's rich cultural treasures. [hinting] But what
can we as mere radio folk do?
Poppy: Well... [delayed reaction] What about a radio show all about
the arts in Seattle?
Frasier: Oh my God, Poppy, that's a wonderful idea. How do you do it,
you just pull these things out of the air! Good Heavens, of
course we'll have to find ourselves a proper host, but who?
Poppy: Well someone very smart.
Frasier: Oh, indeed.
Poppy: And cultured.
Frasier: [French] Bien Sur!
Poppy: And with a lovely speaking voice.
Frasier: [articulated] Oh, I don't think we need to look too far.

Daphne enters with the paté.

Daphne: Here you go. It's very rich, so don't spread it on too thick!
Poppy: Frasier, I'm so glad you're on board with this.
Frasier: You know, my only concern is will Kenny go for it? You see,
he's a bit of a Philistine. It might be better if the
suggestion came not actually from us but from... [no
response] someone else.
Poppy: Who?
Frasier: Well, someone with more authority, power, influence... [no
response] Someone older... [no response] A woman perhaps...
[no response]
Daphne: [fed up] Your mother! He means your mother!
Poppy: Oh, what a great idea. I'll call her. [stands]
Frasier: Here, use mine.
Poppy: Thank you.

Frasier hands Poppy his mobile, she sits and dials.

Poppy: Hello, mummy. I'm with Frasier Crane and we think there
should be an arts show on KACL. But I really like this idea!
So, you'll call Kenny and tell him you want this, okay? Love
you too, okay, bye. [hangs up]

Frasier smiles at Daphne, Daphne gives a sarcastic smile back.

Poppy: And the first show should be?
Frasier: Why don't we start tomorrow? But we'll need something to
review.
Poppy: That revival of "A Streetcar Names Desire" opens tonight.
Frasier: Brilliant, let's go together. I'll see you at the theater.

Poppy gets up to the door and is greeted by Martin who enters with
Eddie.

Martin: Oh, Poppy.
Poppy: [to Eddie, loudly as if he is a baby] Hewwo, wittle Eddie,
did you have a good walk? [Eddie runs off]
Martin: Actually, we've just been to the vets.
Poppy: [standing in door way] I had the cutest little dog when I was
young, named Mr. Poops, every time we took him to the vet’s
he...

Martin slams the door on her, drowning out her ramblings.

Daphne: You took Eddie to the vet, is he sick?
Martin: No, it turns out the building security camera caught Eddie
taking out Robbie Greenberg's hamster. So this Greenberg
kid's trying to make Eddie out to be some kind of pit bull,
he's organizing some petition to get him banned from the
building.
Frasier: [repressing glee] Oh Dad, that's terrible.
Martin: Yeah, it is. I don't know, I just wanted everyone to see
what a nice, calm, friendly dog Eddie was.
Frasier: Why did you take him to the vet?
Martin: Tranquilizers. They don't even work anyway. I gave Eddie
one of those pills on the ride home, they didn't do a thing
to him. I don't know, I think maybe he needs something else.
Daphne: Uh, Mr. Crane?

Daphne points to Eddie laid, seemingly unconscious, on the upstage
floor. Martin looks.

Frasier: Looks like all he needs is a lava lamp and some sitar music.

The doorbell sounds. Frasier crosses to the door and opens it to
Niles.

Frasier: Niles!
Niles: Well, I'm glad to see you're in a better mood. I was hoping
you'd lend me your Tennessee Williams biography. I have to
review that revival of "Streetcar" tonight and I wanted to
throw in some background stuff.
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry Niles, you know, normally I would have lent
it, but I'll be needing it myself for my own review.
Niles: Oh. Well, in that case I'll... [realizes] What?
Frasier: Oh, that's right, you wouldn't have heard. You see, starting
tomorrow I'll be doing my own little arts show on KACL, twice
weekly.
Niles: You envious reptile!
Frasier: [picks up plate] Paté?
Niles: I achieve one thing, one tiny distinction you don't have, and
what do you do? You run whining to Kenny for extra airtime.
Frasier: I did no such thing!
Daphne: No, he went to that Poppy woman instead.
Niles: Poppy?!
Frasier: [to Daphne] Is this a panel discussion?
Niles: You loathe Poppy!
Frasier: I do not, I think she's delightful, [to Daphne] isn't she?
Daphne: She's an idiot!
Niles: You conniving copy-cat! You have to have whatever I have.
Frasier: I don't have what you have. My audience is twice as large
as yours is!
Niles: Well, at least my audience can read!
Frasier: How dare you review my audience!
Niles: I'll review anything I want to!

Niles and Frasier, bickering, exit to the kitchen. Martin is laid
back in his chair listening to them as Daphne watches Eddie.

Daphne: [referring to Eddie] I've never seen him like this. Eyes
bulging, tongue lolling out...
Martin: Oh, he always gets that way when he fights with Niles!

FADE TO:

Scene Two - Radio Station.
Roz is in her booth getting ready for the show as Frasier enters.

Frasier: Good morning, Roz.
Roz: Hi.
Frasier: Are you ready for our debut? I'm thinking of calling the
show, "Frasier Crane's 'I'll Say'." But with the "I'll" spelt
like a theatre aisle.
Roz: [sarcastic] That should work real well on radio! You better
watch out for Kenny, I heard he's pretty mad at you for
going over his head.
Frasier: He can't be mad at me, the whole thing was Poppy's idea.
[Poppy runs by outside] Oh, here she is now, come to wish me
luck.

Frasier and Roz enter the main booth where Poppy also enters.

Poppy: I was afraid I wouldn't get here in time.
Frasier: Oh, here, here. [sits her down in his chair] We've got a few
minutes to go before the show starts. Take a seat, catch
your breath. Oh gosh, I'm really glad you made it. You
know, it wouldn't be a proper debut without you.
Poppy: Wow! All these buttons, how do you do it?
Frasier: Oh, it's not that complicated, really. You know, I turn on
the mike here, these are my call buttons. Oh, and I push
this button here if I want to cough. [shows her]
Poppy: How does it make you cough?

Roz and Frasier share a glance.

Frasier: You know, Poppy, I hate to rush you, but we've just a couple
of minutes before the show so...
Poppy: [screams and stands up, only to sit back down again taking a
script out of her handbag] I better get a move on. [reads
her script]
Frasier: Poppy, what are you doing?
Poppy: Getting ready for my show.
Roz: [confused] One minute!
Frasier: Your show?
Poppy: Well, okay, our show. After all, it was your idea for me to
do it. [shouts] Everybody, everybody come in here, please.

Everybody from the corridors comes to the doorway to listen to her.
Even Kenny and Gil stand by.

Poppy: Before I begin my new show I just want to say a few words.
Yesterday, I was ready to leave KACL. To run away like I have
from so many other challenges. It was the support of one man,
Frasier Crane, [Frasier looks horrified at what he's done]
that helped me overcome this shyness many people may have
observed in me, and to follow my dreams. [crying] Oh my God,
I want to cry.
Gil: We all do.
Roz: [angry] Ten seconds!

Poppy gives a little shriek of excitement. Everyone exits apart from
Poppy, who puts on the headphones. Roz to her booth. Kenny, Gil and
Frasier to the corridor.

Gil: How could you do this to us?
Frasier: I had no idea she intended to stay.
Kenny: That's not what her mother told me!
Gil: And I thought I'd seen some cruel pranks in the army.
Frasier: I assure you, she is way out of her depth here. Any moment
she'll realize she's in over her head, she'll be begging me
to go in there and take over for her.

Meanwhile, Poppy's show begins.

Poppy: [slow, excruciating voice obviously reading from a script]
"A Streetcar Named Desire" is a very powerful Broadway play.
It was made into a movie starring Marlon Brando. This gave
the play a very personal relevance to me, as I once sat next
to Mr. Brando on the Concord and we had a very lovely chat
until a sudden cramp forced him to change seats."

As Poppy's show continues, Frasier slowly collapses into a heap
against the booth door in the corridor, almost crying at what
he has done.

Poppy: "Streetcar" tells the tragic tale of [Southern accent]
Blanche DuBois, who's a very gentile, very proper Southern
lady. [as if it is a horror movie] Or is she?!

FADE TO:

Scene Three - Café Nervosa.
Frasier enters the café to find Kenny, Gil and Roz chatting at a table.
They all turn away from him and stop talking. Roz puts her purse on
the free seat, forcing Frasier to sit with his brother. Rather than
looking smug, however, Niles looks strangely sympathetic.

Frasier: Go ahead, Niles, I know you were listening.
Niles: Well, I wish you'd lent her your Tennessee Williams's
biography. She wouldn't have kept forgetting his name
and calling him "Indiana Jones."

Frasier nods painfully.

Niles: If it's any consolation, I got fired from "The Monocle."
Frasier: [stops the smile creeping to his face] Niles, I'm sorry.
Niles: I panned a wretched musical, not realizing the lead was the
person who does Olga's hair.
Frasier: She fired you just to placate her hairdresser?
Niles: Electrolysist. And if you'd ever seen her in a sundress,
you'd forgive her as I have.
Frasier: Oh, I am sorry, Niles. Gosh, it's a shame, really. You know,
I know how much you loved that job, and to lose it in such an
unceremonious fashion.
Niles: Well, you know... I was thinking of quitting that job anyway.
Frasier: Oh?
Niles: I thought I was spreading myself too thin. Getting
distracted from my real work.
Frasier: I had the exact same thought. Even as I was preparing my
show, I thought, "Am I being fair to my regular listeners?"
Niles: They do depend on you.
Frasier: As do your patients.
Niles: Thank you.
Frasier: God, is it any wonder we find ourselves ex-critics?
Niles: We were meant to lose those jobs.
Frasier: It's as if the Gods of psychiatry, jealous of our dallyings,
have quietly stepped in and put things right.
Niles: Well put!
Frasier: Thank you. You know, Niles, if you're feeling a bit hungry,
we could catch an early dinner and then...
Niles: Oh, oh, and then catch the new Stoppard play.
Frasier: You know, it's just a shame my listeners never got to hear my
review of "Streetcar."
Niles: Insightful?
Frasier: Groundbreaking!
Niles: As was mine.
Frasier: Yes well, it takes a psychiatrist to interpret that play.
Niles: Indeed.
Frasier: All right, you go first.
Niles: All right.
Frasier: Go.

Frasier and Niles cross to the door as Niles recites.

Niles: "A descent into madness, and it was well worth the trip in
this incandescent revival of 'A Streetcar Named Desire'...."
Frasier: Just a moment Niles, "incandescent," isn't that the word they
quoted you on in "The Times?"
Niles: Well, yes.
Frasier: You use that all the time.

Frasier and Niles continue bickering as they exit.

End of Act Two.

Credits:

Radio Station - Poppy exits the studio after her first show and eagerly
looks around for someone to share the moment, but the hallways are
empty. Puzzled, she leaves, and the station staff emerge from doorways
and stairwells all over the station.