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Frasier!

Corny!

Welcome back to Boston.

My God, you haven't aged a day.

And you...

Well, thanks for coming to pick me up.

My pleasure.

How was your father's funeral?

Emotional, but it was a good sendoff.

He'll be missed.

-Of course. My condolences. -Thank you.

Weren't you traveling with your nephew? Niles and Daphne's son?

Yes, yes, he should be along any minute.

Sorry for the delay, Uncle Frasier.

I took a sleeping pill on the flight for my anxiety

and I had to balance it out with three shots of espresso.

So, I am feeling...

amazing, I am feeling so good.

David, I'd like you to meet Alan Cornwall.

Alan, meet my nephew David.

Alan is an old pal of mine from my Oxford days

and the professor who wrote your recommendation to Harvard.

Well met, David.

How have your first few weeks at school been?

A little rocky, to be honest.

Well, chin up.

You can't be doing any worse than this one poor kid

in my Intro to Psych class.

On day one, in front of 300 students,

he runs in late, trips,

spills coffee all down his white shirt,

and then he loses a shoe that we still haven't found.

Yeah, look. Look at this dolt.

So, lots of changes in your life.

Still can't believe how big TV personality

Frasier Crane walks away from his talk show.

It was time. I told them,

"Get off your knees, stop begging,

I'm already out the door."

-And things with Charlotte? -She told me the same thing.

But it was for the best.

After 20 years in Chicago,

it was time for George Bailey to get that old bag

out of the closet and see the world.

-Ah. -Ubp, ubp, ubp.

Let me, Uncle.

Sorry.

Here.

Oh!

I don't have the heart to tell him that's not my luggage.

Oh, gosh, I could sure use a breve latte

before we hit the road.

-Excuse me? Frasier Crane? -Yes?

Sir, I know it's exciting to see a celebrity like my uncle,

but I beg you for a little privacy.

He just had a very exhausting trip.

Look how haggard he is.

Don't worry, I have an eidetic memory.

So you tell me your address,

and I'll make sure you get an autographed photo.

I don't know either of you.

He dropped his wallet and I saw the license.

Oh, good Lord. Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

-Sorry about that, Uncle. -Oh, forget it.

I can't. Eidetic memory.

I'll get the coffee.

He's fun.

I'm so pleased you finally agreed

to come and guest lecture my class.

Oh, it was my pleasure.

Plus, I wanted to stop in and check on my son.

Well, didn't you just see Freddy in Seattle?

Ugh, you Americans and your ghastly attachments

to your children.

No, no, he didn't make it to the funeral.

Some sort of a work emergency.

And how are things between you two?

I remember how tense it was when he dropped out of Harvard.

All these years later, I still don't get it.

But he's forging his own path and I support that.

And I believe you.

Now, look, now we're both liars.

Come on.

Oh, thank you.

Hey, can I help you?

Freddy! Surprise!

Dad. You're... at my door.

Unannounced.

You know, there's a shorter way to say that.

"Surprise!"

I'm in town for a guest lecture,

I wanted to say hello.

Oh, great.

Hello.

Okay.

Yes, thank you, I'd love to come in.

So...

Your place is so...

Damn, when I started that sentence

I thought I'd think of something.

Yeah, sorry. The Picasso's getting reframed

and the whole second floor's in the shop.

You know, you have your mother's sense of humor, Frederick.

No, no, it's-it's charming,

it reminds me of the sort of place one would...

wrestle a cartoon rat for a crust of bread.

There it is.

Your subtle reminder I'd make more money

if I wasn't just a firefighter.

No, no, I admire what you do.

It's a noble profession, it's just that...

you did so well in your psych classes at Harvard.

Right, but I wanted to do something important.

What I do is important.

It's at least as important as what you do.

Okay, sure, let's find someone

who has low self-esteem and is also on fire,

and see which one of us they run to first.

There's that mother of yours again.

Sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

We missed you at the funeral.

And, um...

I brought you something.

I think your grandfather would've wanted you to have it.

Oh, cool. Thanks.

I'll open it later.

Later? Well, I know he's not

waiting for a thank-you note, but still.

Freddy, can you turn down your dad's TV show, it's r--

Oh!

It's a live show.

Wow. Hi.

I don't need to be told who you are.

I wish I could say the same.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Eve.

I'm sure Freddy's told you all about me.

I have a funny anecdote about that: no, he has not.

Didn't know you had a girlfriend,

let alone one who'd moved in with you.

-Oh, we-- -We've been caught up

in the, you know, whirlwind romance.

You know how that is.

Anyway, Dad, so good to see you.

What? Well, hold on,

why don't I get you guys a cup of coffee or something,

or even dinner? I mean, we've got a lot to catch up on.

Oh, sure, yeah, let's see.

Uh, I got a new pair of sneakers,

hit a triple in softball,

and I realized I just don't get jazz.

Anyway, now you're all caught up.

Freddy. I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow.

Can't you just spare me half an hour?

Dad, I wish I could.

But Eve's got a double shift, I got a crazy week at work...

How do you know?

Are they scheduling the fires in advance now?

Dad, it's just... It's just not a good time.

All right, well...

I'll see you next time.

You know, I am still not used to you

calling me your girlfriend.

Do you know why?

Because you're not my girlfriend?

Because I'm not your girlfriend.

I'm sorry for roping you in like that,

it's just I didn't feel like explaining

our whole situation to my dad, he...

And I-I love the guy, but he can be kind of...

Ugh!

So, he doesn't know about John?

He does not know about John.

Thank God I got him out of here fast enough.

He smelled really good, though.

Yeah, he always smells really good.

Thank you. Gosh, that was exhilarating.

That was great, Uncle Frasier.

That's right. Uncle Frasier.

He's my uncle.

He's right, you know.

I've rarely seen these students so engaged.

Then again, I've rarely seen these students.

I really should pop into class more often.

-Oh, no. -What? What? Who's that?

It's our department head Olivia Finch.

Brilliant scholar, but an absolute terror.

Cold. Disengaged. Narcissistic.

She's called me all those things.

She sounds dreadful.

Dr. Crane, you are a true legend.

And yet there's something about her I just like.

-Olivia Finch. -Hello.

Mm, if I may be so bold,

I'd like to skip straight to the point.

Every morning, I wake up and I think,

"How can I make this department better?"

And since I can't fire Alan--

Tenure!

the next best thing would be to have you teach here permanently.

Wow, uh, uh...

That is a tempting offer--

-So it's a yes! -But I have plans in Paris.

-So it's a maybe. -I leave in the morning.

So it's a soft maybe.

You see, I-I'm starting research on my next book,

The Lost Manuscripts of Marivaux.

- Marivaux? - Mm.

You know, if you're interested in obscure Europeans

who haven't been published in 300 years,

you should just stay here and study Alan.

I'm not going to stand here and let you insult me.

I insist you do it over drinks.

To the bar?

-Don't you have a class right now? -Probably.

Tenure.

What is it about the city of Boston

that leads me to forego the more sophisticated

temptation of the fermented grape?

Sitting here, with a cold brew in my hand,

I feel... amalgamated with the hoi polloi.

You are the classic everyman.

How does it feel being back in Boston?

Mixed emotions, honestly.

I'm not sure I was ever my best self here.

I may have spent a little too much time...

at a certain bar.

-Dr. Crane? -Hmm?

I was in your lecture. It was life-changing.

I was going to be a dance major,

but now I'm switching to pre-med to be a psychiatrist.

Well, I thank you.

And I'm certain your parents will thank me.

Apologies, Frasier.

The worst thing about teaching are the students.

No, no, that was lovely, I...

Why is it I am able to connect with all those young people,

yet it's impossible with my own son?

Oh, what's going on with your son?

Well, I wish I knew.

He missed his grandfather's funeral,

he's got a girlfriend I've never even heard of,

and when I told him I wanted to spend

more time with him, he said no.

Have you considered that he hates you?

You mustn't give up.

As they say, a no is just a yes in a trench coat.

Who says that?

It's an American thing.

All I'm trying to say is

you cannot take no for an answer.

The door is never firmly shut.

You will connect with your son,

and I will get you to teach at Harvard.

I'm not teaching at Harvard. I'm getting on a plane tomorrow.

We'll see.

You know, from the wreckage of your logic,

I am pulling a thread of wisdom.

I could buy a couple of steaks, a bottle of Scotch,

stop by, and we'll hash things out.

He'll be alone.

C'est l'occasion parfait pour un tête-à-tête.

Another brewski for the everyman.

I'll get it.

My God, he'd be such an asset to our department.

He would draw more students, which would mean more funding,

which would set me on track to being provost

one year younger than my sister became provost at Yale!

My God, you're tightly wound, aren't you?

When was the last time you had a... date?

Some of us care about our careers, Alan.

-So it's been...? -Men are afraid of smart women.

It would be nice to have my old friend back in town, though.

But he's leaving tomorrow

and tonight he's having dinner with his son.

Damn it, why do family always get in the way

of the important things in life?

-Here we are. -Mm.

Well, what happened to the beers?

Sherry saw me.

I can't say no to her.

Cheers.

This is bad sherry.

Freddy, tonight I am cooking you a five-star meal,

and I won't take no for an answer.

Would you take "not now"?

Please, I miss you. I'd like to spend some time with you.

You know, I have a Kagoshima A5, decadently marbled,

bursting with umami in a retronasal symphony.

Steaks. I have steaks.

Damn it, I love steaks. Sure, come on in.

Great. A one-on-one dinner with my son.

Hey, fam!

David, what are you doing here?

I thought it'd be a fun surprise.

David, you can't just barge in here unexpectedly.

It's incredibly... thoughtful of you.

So, this is your place.

So cool.

You ever kiss a girl in here?

Uh, David, do you think Freddy and I

could just have an evening alone?

I-I, we really need a deep dive into our relationship.

Or we could stay in the shallows, with David.

Welcome, cuz.

"Cuz"? You gave me a nickname?

It's happening, David.

Be cool.

Well, dinner for three, then.

Room for two more?

Oh, for the love of God!

Well, we thought we'd help you cook

so you could have more time with your son.

Oh, that is...

Actually, that's quite helpful. Thank you.

And if it comes up organically,

we can chat about how Harvard professors

have access to the world's preeminent research library.

You also get a T.A.

I use mine to walk my cat.

Good God, Macallan 25?

This can cost thousands a bottle.

I can't let you waste it on people who won't appreciate it.

No, no, come on, come on.

I know a lovely little bridge we can drink this under.

Freddy, you remember Alan, of course, and this is Olivia.

They're going to help us with dinner this evening.

-Hi. -Freddy.

You're a firefighter.

Where do I buy the calendar?

I heard about your grandfather. I'm so sorry for your loss.

Not exactly the evening I'd envisioned,

but I promise you this, no more unexpected guests.

Hey, guys.

Okay, that one's not mine.

Eve. You're home earlier than we expected you to be.

Dad, will just give me one second?

I don't get it.

Why is Frederick acting so strangely?

Maybe I can help you, Uncle Frasier.

Be the Watson to your Sherlock.

That's very kind of you, David.

You know, you remind me of your mother.

Perpetually optimistic. Always seeing the...

Do you have to put in eye drops

right as we're having a nice moment?

You can't tell me it's not Sahara dry in here.

Now you remind me of your father.

I know, I'm sorry, this is weird,

but would you please keep pretending to be my girlfriend?

So, I'm just supposed to lie about who I am all night?

Look, I know it's a lot to ask--

No, I love it.

As an actor, creating characters is what I do.

-Ooh, maybe I gives myself an accent. -No.

Let's... Let's just otherwise stick to the truth.

-You're a waitress. -But we're dating.

-Right. -Got it.

So, what do we do about John?

Right, the baby.

Uh, he can't just hang out on the stoop?

He can't just hang out on the stoop!

Come, Watson. The game's afoot.

Let us canvass the area for clues.

To... Ah.

What's this?

A bedsheet?

On a couch?

Did they have a fight?

Is there trouble in paradise?

Uncle Frasier, look.

Cheerios!

Not only is he sleeping on the couch,

he's also eating dry cereal like some sort of an infant.

See, David, this is why we can't let a single detail

escape our notice.

Observe, if you will, the linear pattern of these Cheerios.

Dr. Crane?

Does anyone have any food allergies?

Oh, do I?

Here, I have a laminated card.

The ones in red are fatal.

Eve, any allergies?

No.

That girl out there, Freddy's girlfriend.

There's something about her.

She doesn't seem all that special to me.

No, I mean she looks familiar.

-Was she in one of your classes? -Possible.

Doesn't explain why she looks familiar.

Can we focus for just a moment?

We are here tonight for one reason and one reason only.

To drink the Macallan 25.

To convince Dr. Crane to teach at Harvard.

Finally, Freddy, we have a chance to talk a bit.

Dr. Crane? Could you join us in the kitchen please?

I have a question about the steaks.

Excuse me.

What about the steaks?

They could not be higher.

With your help, we could turn the Harvard Psyche Department

into the Harvard of psyche departments.

We are not having this discussion.

Please just help me with the dinner.

Mm.

Oh, Freddy, finally we have a chance--

We know you've been eating breakfast on the floor!

What we don't know is why!

David, perhaps you could be of some help in the kitchen.

Thank you.

So, Freddy--

Dr. Cornwall said no.

That British wit.

All right, great.

Say, how about some Macallan?

Not right now, thanks.

Eve, why don't you tell me about yourself.

What do you do for a living?

Uh, I'm a private investigator.

Oh, my. That sounds fascinating.

Do you specialize in any particular area?

Heartbreak.

There's 10,000 tales in this city

and I've heard 'em all.

This one skirt knocked on my door.

She had six-inch heels and a four-inch scar--

You know what? Drinking sounds great.

-Where's that Macallan? -Oh, thank you, Alan.

Oh, too much?

Not enough?

I have a fake gun in the bedroom if we need it.

W-What? No. What?

What we need is to speed this up.

John can wake up any second.

Dad, ugh, I think we're gonna have to cut this short.

Eve was just telling me she doesn't feel very well.

See? She sounds terrible.

I mean, I think we should call it a night.

-But we haven't eaten yet. -Just opened the Macallan.

I'm gonna check on the baby.

Dad, I'll be, uh, I'll be right back.

I'm no stranger to an underperforming dinner party.

But I had high hopes.

I know something's going on.

I just wish Freddy and I were close enough

that he would trust me.

I, uh...

guess that's just the way things are

between fathers and sons.

I'll tell them to wrap things up in the kitchen.

We'll be on our way soon.

-Dr. Crane, uh... -Yes?

Freddy wouldn't want me to tell you this, but...

you have raised one heck of a son.

He's smart and strong and brave.

He's always been there for us.

Would you excuse me a moment?

Eve said "us."

She said "Freddy's always been there for us."

What do you suppose that means?

Eve! Yes, that's her name.

I thought I knew that girl.

She works down at the bar.

-She does? -Indeed, yeah.

I believe she's also just had a baby with some fireman.

Oh.

Oh...

They have a child.

Freddy must have gotten in over his head,

and he was too ashamed to tell me.

That's why he wants to get rid of me.

I'm... I'm a grandfather.

I always wanted to be a grandfather. Gosh...

Why wouldn't he just tell me the truth?

Mm. Maybe you should just talk to him.

Maybe. Or...

I could let them twist in the wind

with their little lie.

Possibly provide a few gusts of my own

to further entangle them in their deception.

And when they're finally dripping in deceit,

I'll pounce!

-That's your plan? -It's a great plan.

He's starting to wake up.

So, tell me, you two...

now that you're living together...

...any thoughts about progeny?

-The band? -Kids?

I don't think we're...

ready for kids just yet, Dad.

You're both in your 30s. Clock's ticking.

Ticktock.

I'm 28, but thanks for that.

Ah, 28.

That's awfully young for a private investigator.

Well, perhaps you could help me solve a case.

The case of the baby who wasn't there.

Or was he?

It might be a she.

Dad...

I demand to see my grandchild.

Whoa, okay. Uh, "grandchild"?

Uh, look, Dad, no one is hiding a grandchild from you.

Okay, a-and I resent that accusation.

-Dad, I've decided to tell you something. -Mm.

So it's true.

You wanted me out of your life so badly

you didn't want to tell me about your girlfriend

or your child.

No. That's not it, at all.

Eve's not my girlfriend, she's my roommate.

Yes!

And the baby's hers, not mine.

And we're just living together to save money.

The life of a P.I. might sound glamorous, but the harsh--

Eve.

Why didn't you just tell me the truth?

If you're short of cash, I could just give you some money.

Here we go.

And, also, what did you expect

dropping out of Harvard?

This is why I didn't tell you.

Because I knew you'd just judge me

and tell me how I should be living my life.

And I've had enough of that.

A toast to the new baby.

What the hell's going on?

Why are you suddenly blocking me out of your life?

Why are you suddenly trying to be a part of my life?

What is that supposed to mean?

Means we haven't been close in a long time, Dad.

Let's just accept that.

I'm never gonna be the person that you wanted me to be,

and you're never gonna understand

why I don't want to be that person.

We just...

We have different values.

Boy...

that much is certain.

What's that supposed to mean?

You missed your grandfather's funeral.

He had everything planned to the last detail.

And you missed it!

The police send-off.

Daphne's toast.

Bulldog's "Ave Maria."

What possible excuse can you have

for not being there with your family?

I don't have one.

I-I was about to get on the plane

and then I was thinking about Grandpa and I...

and I just couldn't do it.

You remember when my buddy died in a fire downtown?

Yes, of course. Horrible.

Yeah, well, we were more like brothers t-than friends

and I was friends with his girlfriend, too, and...

they were about to have a kid.

Eve and her baby.

I was just so angry.

You know, why him and not me? He has a family and...

I know, it's...

textbook survivor guilt, but I, uh...

I was in a bad place.

Well, why didn't you reach out to me?

I've always told you, you can call and talk to me anytime.

Grandpa got on a plane.

He flew out to see me and we...

We talked about some friends that he'd lost on the force

and how he'd gotten through it, and I just...

I didn't feel alone anymore.

You felt alone.

You know, why don't we open that gift.

"This flag was flown over the state capitol

"in honor of Detective Martin Crane

"for his service to the nation

and his beloved city of Seattle."

I'm gonna miss him.

Me, too.

He was a hell of a guy.

Tough act to follow.

If there's anything I've ever wanted to be in life,

more than anything else,

it's to be a good father.

Sorry I let you down.

I promise I'll do better.

Thanks, Dad.

Hey. What's with the champagne?

We are celebrating. I've taken a job at Harvard

and I found a place to live.

-Amazing. Good for you. -Oh, so you're actually staying?

That's terrific.

And even better, it's not too far from here.

-Wow, really? -Even more terrific.

Yes, yes. Come on, it's a short walk, I'll show you.

We can toast my new apartment.

Now, let me see.

Got to get this right. We...

step out the door,

there's a short walk, yes, and here we are.

Come on in. Furniture's on the way.

Not bad, eh?

You're renting the apartment next to mine?

Renting? No, no, I bought the whole building.

What? How?

With money, Frederick, lots and lots of money.

Okay, uh, I'm starting to have some serious doubts about this.

I understand, I understand, but this will be good.

For the both of us.

I-I don't know...

That's the spirit.

And I don't want a silly hallway separating us,

that's why Eve and John are going to live in that apartment

and you are going to live in this one with me.

-What? -I kind of love the way things are.

No, I-I don't think so.

If you both agree to this arrangement,

you can live here rent-free.

-You have a deal, we both agree. -Still a no.

Come on, let's look around.

We don't agree.

We don't agree!

It all works out.

Y'all know how this goes.

♪ Hey, baby, I hear the blues a-callin'♪

♪ Tossed salads and scrambled eggs♪

♪

♪ And maybe I seem a bit confused♪

♪ Yeah, maybe, but I got you pegged♪

♪ But I don't know what to do♪

♪ With those tossed salads and scrambled eggs♪

♪ Life's callin' again♪

♪ Beantown, we do love you madly♪

Good night, Boston!

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