All language subtitles for Frasier (2023) S02E04 The Dedication

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- Good morning, Eve.
- Hi, Dr. Crane.

You and Freddy are so sweet

to drive me
to the dedication today.

Oh, of course. Of course.

It's not an easy anniversary.

You shouldn't be alone today.

- How are you holding up?
- I'm all right.

I actually spent the weekend
doing things that Adam loved.

You know, as a way
to keep his memory fresh.

I, uh...
I watched a Muppet movie.

- Mm-hmm.
- I read his favorite comic book,

I had ice cream for breakfast,
cereal for dinner.

Eve, excuse me for asking,
but Adam was an adult, yes?

Yeah.

That was my guy.

Well, that is a healthy way
to honor him,

emotionally,
if not nutritionally.

Oh, you look so nice.

Nah. Really?

- Yeah.
- I don't know.

I feel like I'm in the chorus
of H.M.S. Pinafore.

Dad, get away from the piano!

I can do it bouncy.

It might lift
your spirits a bit.

Hasn't Eve been through enough?

All right. What do you need
from us today, Eve?

Would you like some company
after the service?

No, I'll be okay.

I figure it's a good day

to go through Adam's
last box of stuff.

Finally decide
what to keep or sell.

It's mostly junk.
Old CDs, T-shirts, Quasar.

- Quasar? What's that?
- Oh, it's this dumb video game

that Adam used to play online.

I think
it involves alien colonists

and a race
of ancient mushroom people.

Ah.

The ancient mushroom people. Mm.

Their culture was barbaric,
but their art so pure.

At least let Freddy and me bring
you some dinner this evening.

Oh, I'd love that.
Okay, we should get going.

- I'm gonna grab my purse.
- Yeah.

So, how are you holding up?

Yeah, you know, not too bad.
Working on the speech.

It's kind of hard to summarize
a 15-year friendship

on a three-by-five card.

Just remember
to speak from the heart.

And those do come
in five-by-sevens.

- You're sure you're okay?
- I'm fine, Dad.

Because if you don't want
to talk, there are other ways

- to communicate.
- Dad, please don't.

Perhaps something light,

- operatic.
- Dad, I'm serious.

♪ Ah, sly dog!
Ah, sly dog! How say you... ♪

And it's Trial By Jury,
not Pinafore,

- and it's your fault
I know that.
- Oh.

And finally, some words
from Adam's best friend,

Freddy Crane.

Do you think he'll have trouble
getting through his speech?

He might.
He's always been emotional.

He used to cry his eyes out

if the Patriots were down big
in the first act.

And he was inconsolable
during the intermission.

Well, if he has any trouble
finding the right words,

I've brought along
my old friend John Keats.

Oh. Keats.

It's unparalleled

in transmogrifying sorrow
into beauty.

Huh. I got to be honest.

I'm having trouble keeping up
my end of the conversation.

Okay.

Hey, everybody.

Adam and I came up together
in the academy, and, uh...

Well, man, he was one of a kind.

- Hmm.
- But now-now

that a year has passed, I think

that I'm finally ready
to admit something

that I-I never really felt like
I could say before.

Adam's chili recipe

was garbage.

I mean, come on now.

Ground turkey?
what are you thinking, bud?

The thing is,
Adam was a special guy.

And nothing would have made
him happier than to see Eve

and all of his friends here,
thinking about him

and smiling, so, uh,

buddy, I just love you,
and I miss you.

That was perfect.

An effulgent valediction.

Yeah, super... Keatsy.

- Anyway, I should go home.
- Right, right.

Give Baby John a hug for me,
and we will see you for dinner.

Yes.

Hey, Doc.

Freddy did a great job
with that speech, huh?

- He certainly did, didn't he?
- Yeah.

It was fine.

You're just mad he didn't
use the jokes you gave him.

Adam was Polish.
If not now, when?

So, who's Freddy talking to?

Oh, that's Dr. Stathos.

She's the district therapist.

She can't date patients,
but she's very good

at politely setting boundaries.

Therapist?

Well, I suppose that would be
useful in your line of work,

with-with grief and trauma.

Yeah, she's great.

She's helped a lot of
firefighters work through grief.

Freddy's been working
with her a lot lately.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

- Some sort of a mandatory thing?
- No, no, no, no, no.

She's only there
when you're really struggling.

Yeah.

So, Freddy

has started seeing a therapist,
but when I ask him

how he's doing,
he says, "Fine," or "Okay,"

or "Dad, you're blocking
the TV."

The firehouse dog
shows more emotion.

Ugh, dogs.

Dogs?

Well, what's to like?

A wolf pack suddenly evolves
from apex predator

to man's crotch-sniffing
best friend?

No, I'm not buying it.

I hate to be the cliché
head of psychology department

defending psychology,

but shouldn't we as
psychologists be pro-psychology?

No, I'm-I'm glad
he's talking to her,

but why is he talking to her?

Well, the only two people
who can answer that question

are Freddy and his therapist.

And Freddy's clearly not ready
to share that with you.

Ah. Point taken.

Really?
That was surprisingly easy.

I'll ask her instead.
Thank you, Alan.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Wait. Are you checking in on me?

- I said I wanted to be alone.
- I know.

- I really don't want
to be alone.
- I know.

And I heard that you're trying
to sell a video game system.

I might be able to find someone
in my dorm to buy it.

Really? All those Harvard kids
aren't busy having sex?

- Nice.
- Anyway, the game's over there.

I set it up
to see if it still works.

Quasar.

What's going on?
You've played it?

Hmm. More like it played me.

I've been off the Q for...

coming up on six months.

Really? It's just a game.

Oh, sure, yeah,
it starts that way,

but, uh, then it sucks you in.

No worries.
I wouldn't want you to...

Well, maybe just
one little dungeon raid.

Oh, just to make sure
the system works.

Can't you tell by just

- looking...?
- I said one raid.

So, how's it going with the box?

Well, I took it out
and took its top off.

Oh, great.
So you got to second base.

That's not bad.

I don't know why it's so hard
to get started.

I guess in part, it's because
it's Adam's last box.

I get it. Tell you what.

Let me help.

That would be amazing.

Okay, let's start easy.

One sock.

- That's obviously...
- Keep.

Okay.

Uh... Ah.

A corroded battery?

Oh. He was such a battery guy.

Keep.

Eve, you know you can't just
keep everything, right?

Right, right, right.
I'm sorry. Uh...

Oh, we can toss
these broken green sunglasses.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
From St. Paddy's Day?

Are you crazy? Why don't you
just throw the baby out, too?

Yeah, come in.

- Forgive the intrusion.
- Ugh.

The famous Frasier Crane?!

In my own little workspace here?

Get way out of town!

I don't know how famous
I really am.

Are you kidding me?!

I've got a mug here
with your picture on it.

Well, not this mug.
That mug's at home.

This mug is an abstract pattern.

That's how famous you are!

And you are?

Oh.

I'm not famous at all.

- No, I-I meant your name.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm Dr. Virginia Stathos.

Oh, my God,
it's like a ham hock.

Oh. Oh, my land.

I'm the regional therapist here
for the fire department.

But you can call me "Doc."

That's short for doctor.
But you know that!

Oh, my God, I'm so nervous!

- Please have a seat.
- Yes, yes, yes.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Uh, so, uh...

Oh, I see...
I see you have a dog crate.

Uh, do you use pet therapy?

Oh, I share the space
with Sparky. Yeah.

Gets a little ripe in here
when it rains.

I also share it
with a punching bag

and ammonium phosphate tanks.

What I'm saying is, I don't work
at a Cinnabon, right?

So, was it cool being on TV?

Yes. Yes, it was very... cool.

Um, listen, I...

My son Freddy is
a firefighter here,

and I understand
you've been seeing him.

Mm, you know I can't tell you
whether or not he's a patient.

Yeah, well, I-I do see a folder
there with his name on it.

Are you a goalie?
'Cause nothing gets by you.

Aren't you fun.

But, um, therapist to therapist,

I... I was just wondering

if there's anything
that I should be...?

That is confidential
information.

And sharing that would be
a serious violation.

Did you give away any cars
on the show like on Oprah?

Like, even a Saturn
or something crazy?

No, no. A couple of ATVs.

Oh, we did give away
a dune buggy once.

And-and forgive me. I-I would
never divulge a patient session.

Of course not. You're a pro.

I'm sure you can understand
that for a father...

Well, if this were
a Concerned Parent-O-Meter...

...where would I...?

The APA's code of ethics
is crystal clear, Dr. Crane.

Right?

And violating that
would jeopardize my license

and my personal code of ethics.

- Of course, of course.
- Now...

did you have your own
hair person on the show?

And if you did,
did you still have to tip?

Yes, and no,
not customary to tip.

Well, the rich stay rich,
huh, Dr. Crane?

Hey, Doc,
you're needed out front.

Well, not so much you
as your midrange jump shot.

I was a point guard at Vassar.

Let's hope you actually bring it
this time, Cupcake.

Frasier.

Are you okay? You look shaken.

Yeah, is everything all right?

No, it's not all right,
and the reason is...

this!

- Frasier, no!
- Wait, what is that?

I have no idea.
I'm just indulging him.

I took Freddy's file from his
therapist without permission.

Frasier, no!

You stole Freddy's file?

I... misplaced it.

Underneath my sweater.

I was in a fugue state,
I was fraught.

I just had to know
if Freddy was all right.

Frasier,
this is a major ethical breach.

Of course,
we've all had our dalliances

in moral gray areas.

Who amongst us
hasn't played fast and loose

with a prescription pad,

or pretended to a patient

that they're channeling
a dead relative

just to get a point across?

To steal and read a file.

I-I haven't read it,
but I-I might.

What's that?

You want me to warn
your great-grandson Frasier

not to open the file?

Well, I... I'm his father.

I need to know he's okay.

This file is confidential.

Just possessing it
could be illegal.

Is it? Let's ask an expert.

'Kay? Um...

are there any legal students
in the house?

We're all
from the D.A.'s office.

Oh! Even better.

So, say a pseudo-celebrity

- stole a medical--
- Alan!

S-Sorry, sorry.

A real celebrity stole

- a medical file--
- Alan!

All right, all right.

Agreed. I can't read this file.

Unless...

we could figure out
some sort of a loophole.

- No way.
- Absolutely not.
- No, no,

think of it as a puzzle.

- Ooh, a puzzle?
- No.

Yes.

If only we knew a brilliant
someone who intimidated men

with her problem-solving acumen.

- Me! I do that!
- Yes!

Yes, Olivia, will you help
tackle this brainteaser with me?

All right.

Hypothetically...

...what if reading this file
could stop a serial killer?

Should we open it then?

Sorry, remind me again--

how many people
has Freddy slain?

The point Olivia is making
is that we don't know.

- So we have to look inside...
- No, no, no, no.

Hold on, hold on.
I'm just warming up.

Okay.

If the file fell
on the ground and opened,

then, technically...

Damn.

Didn't open.
Maybe I can throw it harder.

I can't let you do this,
Frasier. It's wrong.

Really, Alan?

Suddenly
you're the ethics champion?

He who pretends
to be active military

before boarding a plane.

This happens to be different.

If Freddy ever finds out
that you've read what's in here,

you'll ruin all the trust

you've worked so hard
to rebuild with him.

And once you lose that
with a child,

you may never...

...you may never get it back.

I can't read that file.

Good work.

So how do you plan
to replace this file?

I hadn't thought that far ahead.

Sounds like another puzzle.

But if his therapist finds out
that it's missing,

she'll know it was me.

So we've got
to get it back into her office

before she knows it's missing.

I'm out.

Oh, no.

But what if, on our way,

we encounter a bridge troll

with riddles three?

I hope you encounter
a bridge troll.

They eat old goats.

Do we have any idea when she
and Freddy are meeting again?

Well, a really good therapist

would keep that information
in the fol--

Fra-Frasier!

I need you to focus
on doing the right thing!

Okay.

Let's go and break
into a city building.

Okay. So we have
successfully moved everything

from the unsorted box
into the "keep" box.

Which, if you think about it,
is a super inefficient way

of doing nothing.

It's just so hard.

I know it seems like junk,

but it's still so hard
to get rid of it.

I know. It's just I keep
thinking there must be a reason

that Adam kept it all, right?

- Like this rock.
- Yeah, why did he keep a rock?

I don't know why he kept a rock!

All right, look, I...

I think that Adam
would only want you to keep

what's important to you.

Right? So, new rule--

if we pull something out
of the box

and it tells a story about him,

then we keep it.

If it's...

oh, I don't know, a rock...

- ...then we toss it.
- Okay.

- Yeah? Okay.
- Mm.

'Kay.

Look, the truth is,

nothing is gonna make this easy.

Except alcohol.

Freddy, alcohol is no way
to cope with--

I'm kidding. Let's get loaded.

All right.

I'll head over
to my dad's cellar,

grab a super expensive bottle
of wine

and we can sort through this
together.

I can stop

whenever I want to!

Hurry.

Okay.

Quick.

Let's put the file back

and then we'll get the hell
out of here.

A dog.

Fortunately, somebody's caged

the polka-dotted hellhound.

It's locked.
There must be a key somewhere.

Oh, look. Oh.

Oh. Oh, I bet you'd like

one of these, wouldn't you?

Too bad.

No, I think
I'm gonna wear white jeans.

Hide!

Okay, bye-bye.

Dr. Crane!

What are you doing here?

Did you leave something?

Quite the contrary.

I just stopped by

to drop off some memorabilia
from my show.

Get way out of town
and keep driving!

Is that what's, uh,
behind your back?

No.

No, no, no.
It's-it's right here.

It's, um...

my...

first-edition Keats.

It was by my side
during every episode.

Oh. Oh.

An old book.

Boy, what I would've given to
see your show live.

Well, um...

why don't we do a session
r-right here?

Here, here, here.
Come. Come. Sit down.

Right here.
Facing away from the desk!

You want to initiate therapy

without PCP referral
and proper intake forms?

Hot damn!

I am not turning down a session

with the Frasier Crane!

What, am I crazy?

Well, there's one way
to find out.

Um, now,

let's begin
by opening things up.

Okay.

Tell me about your childhood.

What is your first memory?

Um, I'm on a farm
in North Carolina,

swinging
under an old apple tree.

- No!
- Oh.

Yeah, wait. Come to think of it,
yeah, it was a peach tree.

- No!
- It was fig.

Oh, you're good.

Mm. Yes. All right, fine.

Let's examine why

this is your first memory.

Uh, there must be a key
somewhere.

Oh, right.
Like the keys here in my bag.

- All right.
- Hmm.

Let's just close our eyes.

Just you, Doc.

Now, who's there with you?

Um, well, let's see.

There was someone
pushing me on the swing,

- but I can't quite see
who it is.
- Uh-huh.

Uh, they're-they're
twisting me in the swing,

and I can't get a good look
at their face.

Can you untangle it?

Well, I'm trying.

Wait, wait. It's a kid!

A kid. All right, great.
Let's keep your eyes closed

- and let's move quickly now!
And, uh...
- Okay.

Tell me about the child.

The child.
Uh, uh, there's a child. I can--

I can see the child's--

I'm the child!

I'm pushing myself!

And I'm pushing myself higher
and higher!

Axe!

Axe. There must be some other...

acts you can remember
from your childhood.

Look out!

And... look inside.

Into your soul.

Go...

deep into the cavern
of your subconscious.

Oh, my subconscious

looks so sad.

What the heck does that mean?

- I think I can help.
- Okay.

Just ask little Virginia...

Ginny Sue!

Yes, ask

little Ginny Sue to--
to come here!

- Come here! Come on!
Come on! Come on!
- Come here, Ginny Sue!

- Come on! Good girl, Ginny Sue!
- Come on.

- Come on. Good girl. Good girl.
- Come on.

- Good girl!
- Come on over here.

- Come on, come on, come on.
- Good girl.

- I can see her!
- Come on, girl. Aw.

And what is she saying to you?

Oh, I can see her!

Oh! Sparky!

How did you get out?

You know, I think it's best
that I get going then.

Oh, no! Um...

- Dr. Crane.
- Yes?

Oh, I-I'm really sorry

that I couldn't talk to you
about Freddy.

Oh, that's all right.

And I apologize for...

putting you on the spot
that way.

Thank you, Doctor.

But why won't he talk to me?

I'm-I'm sorry. I'm...

I'm happy he's getting therapy.
It's just...

You just wish
he was getting it from you.

Yes. I've...

I've dedicated my entire life
to helping other people, and...

the one person who won't...

accept my help is my own son.

Dr. Crane, if kids talked
to their parents,

we'd be out of business.

Mm. How do we know they're okay?

Well, we don't.

I mean, my daughter
never tells me anything.

It drives me crazy.

But I know she's got
a strong support system

- to lean on.
- Mm.

So we just hover
in the background.

Yeah, like a pesky
little hummingbird.

Not exactly what I wanted
to hear, but...

- Thank you, Doc.
- No.

No, thank you.

I mean, my goodness--

that was one of the best therapy
sessions I've had in ages.

I mean, I really connected
with my younger self.

If I may,

what did she say to you?

She said, "Daddy's death
wasn't your fault."

Well...

That's very comforting.

"But the killer
is still out there."

Okey-doke.

Discman.

No story. Trash.

Ooh! His favorite
concert T-shirt.

Went to a concert in Vermont,
got high as kites,

wandered naked
into a nursing home.

Keep.

Do I know that story?

If you have to ask,
then you don't.

Dinner is here.

- Hi, Dad.
- Thanks, Dr. Crane.

Okay.

Trash?

No, keep! Remember?

This is the cup he was holding
when he fell on the field

trying to catch
a foul ball at Fenway.

Right. But it wasn't
a foul ball,

the Sox ended up losing

and he got booed by everybody.

It was mostly you.

Yeah, well,
we were on the jumbotron.

I had to distance myself.

You know, I was dreading
going through this box, but...

I think it's exactly what
I needed today.

Me, too.

So, how are things with you two?

Good. Freddy's helping me
go through Adam's stuff.

Right.

Did Adam's stuff also include

an almost empty bottle of 2010
Quintessa cabernet sauvignon?

I'll get plates.

Listen, I know I'm not the first
person you want to talk to,

but... you should know that
I'm always in the background,

hovering like a hummingbird.

Thanks.

Wait, what?

It's just that, um...

I'm glad that you and Eve
have each other to lean on.

- Hmm.
- I'm glad you two are okay.

We're all doing okay.

Most of us are doing okay.

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. ♪

Sweet dreams, Beantown!

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