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I'm here in Dr. Frasier Crane's
new watering hole,

a seedy Boston dive bar

where the only thing on tap
is despair.

Hey, cuties!

Got a round on the house

'cause I like the way you look.

- What are you guys doing?
- Roz is doing a tribute piece

on my dad for the radio station.

- That's amazing!
- Yes...

Radio still exists?

Well, that's why we need
Frasier-- to boost the ratings.

Yes, we're headed
to the West Coast tomorrow.

In fact, KACL is capping off
the special

with a reprise
of my live call-in show.

Yeah.

Seattle's golden boy

is coming home.

Frasier's son rolls his eyes,

wondering why he ever agreed
to this trip.

- Oh, he'll have fun.
- Yeah.

Uh, if it's okay with you, when
I come by to water the plants,

I might have a glass
of your fancy wine, or two.

I don't have plants.

Okay, I'll get you a plant.

You know, I'm kind of
looking forward to the trip.

You know,
maybe catch a Mariners game.

Your uncle still lives there, right?

Uh, no, he and Aunt Daphne moved
to Sedona.

He's a gentleman farmer now,

tilling the soil,
living off the land, you know...

He owns a vineyard.

And the last thing Niles planted
was a charging station

for his Tesla.

I finished grading these papers,

and I baked these according
to your specifications.

Well, David,

this crumpet tastes
like a poor man's stroopwafel.

The nook-to-cranny ratio
is completely wrong.

And shall we talk
about the shape?

And we finished
because there is no shape.

You know, it's bad enough
that you make

your "teaching assistant"
cook and clean

and pose as you for jury duty.

But have you ever, even once,

shown me the slightest bit
of appreciation?

Uh, Roz,
is your microphone broken?

It's just, I'm detecting
a high-pitched whine.

- Dr. Finch?
- Hmm.

Do you need an assistant?

I could make myself available.

Oh, no, I would hate
to steal you f...

Oh, please,
you'd be doing me a favor.

Uh, right, more specifically,
I really don't want...

Great. We're all in agreement.

I am now Dr. Finch's assistant.

See you tomorrow.

I'm here with
Frasier Crane's son Freddy.

Tell us about what you remember

when you visited your dad
in Seattle.

Oh, well, uh, let's see.

The first image
that pops into my head is

that of a father and son
fishing.

That was on
The Andy Griffith Show,

which I watched alone in my room
'cause my dad wasn't around.

I was doing very important work.

You make it sound like
I was soaked in gin,

rummaging through some discarded
tickets at the dog track.

You said I couldn't tell
the Lisbon story.

Alice.

Hey, sweetie.

Oh, just hanging out at a bar,
chatting up a fireman.

So, same old same old.

No, just trying
to save KACL again.

You know, Freddy, you were so
young when I moved to Seattle.

This'll give you a chance

to see what a big shot
I actually was there.

Truth be told,
I'm a little nervous

about doing
the call-in show again.

Those are big shoes to fill.

You are, of course,
referring to your own shoes?

Yes.

- I just hope
I'm still in shape.
- Really?

Didn't your job mainly consist

of just saying "Hmm"
with different inflections?

No, it wasn't like that at all.

My callers called in with some
very, very complex problems.

- Hmm.
- Yes, and I would offer
extraordinary insights

in the psychological department.

- Hmm.
- Talked them through
some very difficult times.

I see what you're doing,
and it's not cute.

- It's pretty cute.
- Right?

My goodness, you guys didn't
have to go to such a fuss for...

Frances.

She just got back
from maternity leave.

We couldn't really afford
a second banner.

- Money is tight.
- It rather hinders
the creatives.

Gil wants

to sing some
of his restaurant reviews,

and we can't afford
the music rights.

Short-sighted. We might
bring in fresh listeners with:

♪ Don't fry for me ♪

♪ Art's Cantina. ♪

- Welcome back, Doc.
- Oh, Bulldog.

- This your son?
- Yes.

Hey. Uh, Freddy.
Used to listen to your show

all the time as a kid.
Big sports fan.

So, not your son.

Oh, by the way, Frasier,
you're not gonna believe this.

Someone finally came out
of the closet.

Well, if I'm honest,
I think we all...

Woof, woof!
I'm out, I'm proud.

Old-fashioned skirt-chasers

like you and me are
a dying breed, mon frère.

I see. So, all those years,

you were overcompensating

with that toxic,
frat-boy masculinity.

Nah, I still got that.
I'm just into dudes now.

Mr. July 2023,
Boston Firefighters Calendar!

I knew I'd seen you
somewhere before.

Gil, how's your wife?

Oh, sturdy as a screw.

She has a big rugby weekend
coming up.

Oh, how my Deb loves a scrum.

You know, Freddy, I did some
pretty important work here.

Seattle, my Athens.

KACL, my agora.

And I, Socrates, dispensing...

Roz, is-is... is that a nest?

What the hell's going on here?

So, it's not as fancy
as it used to be here at KACL,

but you don't need bells
and whistles to do great radio.

Speak for yourself.
Okay, everyone out.

Time for my show.

Yeah, we should get going.

Uh, I looked up some
of your old callers

- for the special.
- That's a great idea.

- How many did you get?
- One.

Well, there were more,
but a couple were cute,

we went out,
conflict of interest.

But point is, we got Lou,

and we're meeting him
at Café Nervosa.

Terrific!
Just, this is great.

You're gonna get a chance
to see your old man in action.

Yeah, so, uh, when you said we'd
probably go to a Mariners game?

I was shocked you believed that.

Lips pursed, brow furrowed,

Frasier scowls
at the changes made

to his beloved Café Nervosa.

- I can't believe you still come
to this place, Roz.
- What?

It's not half as charming
as I remember.

It's bicycles
and workout clothes, sofas.

It's like some grungy
common room at the Y.

- That's what he calls Yale.
- Yeah.

Oh, my gosh.

Dr. Crane, I'm Lou!

I can't believe
I'm finally meeting you!

Oh, it's such a pleasure.

- Did you get that?
- Oh, shoot. No.

Oh, lovely to see you.
Uh, just keep talking.

You changed my life.

- Did I?
- You told me

to follow my dreams, so,

I quit my job,
and I dedicated my life to...

magic.

Sorry.

That was supposed to... Oh!

There she goes. Okay.

So, uh, how's... how's the magic
working out for you?

Oh, spectac...

Haven't really caught on yet.

Um, but I'm sticking with it,

just like you told me.

Lou, have a seat.

- Okay.
- Um, listen,

have you got any other irons
in the fire, career-wise?

Oh. Well, I make deliveries,
sell the odd pint of blood.

But once I quit the law firm,

I never looked back.

Like you told me,
"Bet on yourself."

That's the... ace... up my...

...sleeve!

Oh, here you go.
It's a seven.

You showed faith in me
my wife never did.

- We're divorced now.
- Oh, Lou, I-I'm sorry.

It's fine. It's fine. You know,
I-I got to go, but, uh...

You know,
she remarried a great guy.

Yeah. Such a prankster.

He's always putting me
in a headlock to amuse my kids.

Well, "my" in quotes,
it turns out.

- Aah!
- What happened?!

Sorry. Clocks scare me.

Anyhoo,

that graveyard's
not gonna mow itself.

So darn nice to meet you.

An awkward silence follows,

as Frasier clearly thinks,

"I ruined a man's life."

You said this was a puff piece.

That man's life is in shambles.
I'm gonna talk to him.

Oh, come on, Dad. You can't
honestly think you caused this.

I mean, you had one call
with the guy 20 years ago.

Yeah. Why don't you focus on
the people you actually helped?

Yeah. Maybe while surrounded
by thousands of Mariners fans?

No. You know what? I'm...
I've got to help that man.

I mean, after all,

my name stands for something
in this town.

Latte for Frodger?

It's Frasier!

Oh. Sorry, I'm distracted
by the Mariners no-hitter.

Are you kidding me?!

Roz? Please.
Freddy has to know

that I really
did help people here.

- Call Lou back.
Get him back here.
- Ah.

And... if you can,

just ask him
if he may have left this behind.

Just came by
to collect my things.

You're tidier than usual.

Well, Mason's very efficient.

Mason?

David, have you met Mason,
my new assistant?

- Hello.
- Hello.

I hate him.

- Excuse me?
- I wasn't talking to you.

I really hate him.

And how are things getting on
with you and, um,

Ophelia, is it?

Olivia?
We couldn't be happier.

I cleared your desk
and cleaned your whiteboard.

Thank you, David. Wait.
You cleared my thesis...?

So that's what
a "thank you" sounds like.

You won't be hearing one
of those for a while...

Mason.

You were supposed to cool off,
not escalate the situation.

I didn't escalate the situation.

I was being vengeful
in a childish and petty way.

Well, now it's time
for you to make...

Dr. Cornwall is no longer
taking visitors.

If you will?

Thank you so much
for saving Lucky.

Do you know why
I named her Lucky?

Lou, you're bleeding.

Aw, shoot. She bit me again.

Um, Lou, I-I was wondering
if you could tell me a bit more

about your fear of clocks.

Weird, right?

Something about them makes me
feel scared, angry.

That's good. That's good.

Angry at?

Clocks, obviously.

Of course.

Just your typical
frustrated magician

with a crippling fear of clocks.

Lou, tell me.

Your... ex-wife's husband,

does he wear a watch?

Yeah.

You said he puts you
in a headlock sometimes?

That would mean that you end up
being very near...

Oh, my gosh, that's it!

I hear ticking when I'm trapped
in Doug's armpit!

I'm not scared anymore.

The next time Doug tries
to put you in a headlock,

you throw his arms off,
you stand tall

and reclaim your dignity.

I'm gonna go do that right now.

Thanks, Dr. Crane.

Still wish you were watching
a no-hitter?

Yes.

What? Uh, what is it now?

Well, it's just that David
uses the...

Of course.

I am sick and tired
of hearing about David.

Perfect, wonderful,

"tries a little too hard
with his sweaters" David.

Well, David would never
talk about David like that.

I quit!

Why don't you just
get David back?

All he's looking for
is a little recognition.

I mean, don't you remember
what it was like

being in his position,

trying to impress
your professors?

Oh, I had all that nonsense
knocked out of me at Dunfaurlin.

Isn't that one of those awful
Scottish boarding schools

- they shut down?
- Oh, please.

No vegetarian option
in the cafeteria

and a handful
of unexplained deaths

and suddenly, it's "awful."

Uh, and did you ever get

any encouragement
or affection there?

Affection? What were we,

drunk Welshmen
after a rugby match?

Okay. I think I see
what's going on here.

Oh, let me guess.

I'm perpetuating
the cycle of cruelty

I experienced as a scholar.

Well, obviously, but my takeaway

is that you respond to authority
in a Scottish accent.

So...

You better ask David back

and start saying "thank you,"
you great thistle arse.

Yes, matron.
I'm sorry, matron, I...

Oh, that took me back.

Here are your crumpets,
Professor Finch.

Ah, thank you.

Have one, Alan,

and then tell David
what you think.

David, these are...

Out with it, you stubborn git.

...not the worst I've ever had.

Also...

...I owe you an apology,

and I will give it to you
eventually.

Dr. Finch, could I be
Professor Cornwall's...

Yes! Sorry.

Yes.

Well, David, uh...

if I may presume?

You may, sir.

Oh, finally. We're on in two
minutes. Where have you been?

It takes time
to turn a man's life around.

You can't rush these things.

Yeah, he also chose
Uber Pool by mistake.

- Did you help Lou?
- Yes.

I did. We may never
see each other again,

but he will always serve
as a reminder

to myself and Freddy
of the good I did in Seattle.

Thank you, Lou.

You're welcome.

Sorry to barge in,

but I'm in a teensy bit
of trouble.

Uh, why, what's going on?

Welp, I tried escaping
from Doug's headlock

like you told me,
and darn if it didn't

throw him clean
out of his wheelchair.

Um...

did you mention a wheelchair?

I think I'm facing charges?

And, uh, Doug's my landlord,

so he threw me
out of my apartment.

Oh, God, I can't breathe.

- All right, all right...
- We are live. We are live in...

I know, Roz,
you're just gonna have to stall.

- Think of something.
- How am I supposed to do that?

Hi, Gil. Oh, gosh.

I really want to start a family,
but my boyfriend isn't ready.

Oh, what do I do?

Well, Jennifer, darling,

I do find that a good meal
helps me think things through.

And if you enjoy Chinese food...

♪ There's no dim sum
like Cho dim sum ♪

♪ It's oh, so very delish! ♪

That's it, Lou.
Slow deep breaths.

Frasier, I have got to get you
back on the air.

Right. He's having
a bit of a panic attack.

Do you think we could
get him a cup of tea?

If you have a teabag and a cup.

Maybe we can turn the air up?

If you have an air conditioner.

Roz, what has happened
to this place?

- I'm sorry, I'll see myself out.
- No, no, no, please,
please stay.

Stay.

Lou, uh...

there's something I need
to tell you, and, uh,

this-this might be
kind of hard to hear.

- What's that?
- Well...

Sometimes we have to move on
from a career

when it's not exactly
panning out.

My magic career?

I can't just quit.

I've barely given it 20 years.

I know it may have been a-a big
part of your life, but, uh...

There comes a time, uh,

and I realize how hard it is
to let go of something,

e-especially when it's been
a part of your life for so long,

but...

eventually,
it's time to admit...

...that we have to move on.

Wow. Tough talk.

Could I have some water, please?

Of course.

Yes, we have water.

Roz? I don't know if you noticed
what I was saying to Lou...

Yeah, I noticed.

KACL isn't what it was.

No.

And Alice is living
in Rhode Island.

Maybe you could find something

more rewarding to do
on the East Coast.

It was so much fun.

It was.

Yes, but we can't
get stuck in the past.

As Thomas Wolfe wrote,

to "the green and hopeful

and still-virgin meadows
of the future."

Say...

...is it breezy in here?

- Oh, God!
- Ah! No!
- No!

I'll call 911.

- Lou, don't jump!
- What?

I wasn't going to jump.

Lucky got out and I was trying
to get her back in.

But maybe...

maybe you're right.

Maybe I wasted my whole life
and I should jump.

- No, no, Lou...
- No, Lou. No, no.

Listen, I know moving on
to a different career

is-is challenging,
but once you take

that first big step,

- that giant leap, you...
- Dad!

Use better metaphors.

Lou, listen,
I'm a firefighter...

I get it.

Everyone has
a better job than me.

No, I just-- Lou, my point is,
you have so much to live for.

Like what?

Like, uh, uh, your...

your rabbit Lucky,
and your, uh, wife's kids.

My kids think I'm a joke.

Yes, and that's-that's
an awful feeling,

isn't it, Lou?

Every parent
wants their children

to-to be proud of them.

I mean, look at me,
I dragged my son

all the way back
to Seattle to prove

what a big shot I used to be.

Yeah-- what, why would you not
think that I'm proud of you?

Well, it's not easy
to be proud of a man who,

who moved across country
when you were a child.

I guess a part of me
wanted to prove,

to you a-and me, that I did it
for the right reason.

Of course you did, Dad, I mean,
you helped so many people.

And did I wish
you were around more?

Sure, but you're around now.

There's no point
dwelling in the past.

Not mad at me for missing
your baseball game?

No.

It's fine.

Just kind of wanted
to do something

- I would've done with Grandpa.
- Yeah.

Feel like I'm...

still making up
for missing his funeral.

Oh, Freddy.

You don't have
to worry about that.

Did you forget I'm here?!

Sorry!

Why does everyone act like Lou
doesn't exist?

But that's-that's good, Lou,
you get that rage out.

- Yeah. Just...
- You-you get it--
no more apologies, no more...

- Shut up!
- Okay.

Right. Right, sorry.

I can't believe I let you

talk me into
becoming a magician.

From now on, I'm not listening
to anyone but Lou.

I'll go back
into personal injury law.

Those people who got hit by cars
won't know what hit them.

What are you,
white-noise machines?

Stop humming!

Lucky, get your furry ass
back in here, now.

Thank God. Frasier?

I got to get you on the air.

Gil is singing
"Like a Rolling Scone."

I thought there was a caller
on line three.

Did you lose the caller again?

Somebody moved line three.

This stinks! This is total B.S.!

This is-- oh, found it.

In between two and four.

Yes, uh, thank you,
thank you, Gil.

Thank you, Bulldog.

And, uh, my apologizes, Seattle,

uh, for that delay.

This is Dr. Frasier Crane.

I'm listening.

Grandpa's favorite bar.

This was a good idea.

Yeah, I thought
you'd get a kick out of it.

I know your granddad would be

pretty happy to see the two
of us sitting here at McGinty's.

Yeah.

You know...

you got to forgive yourself
for missing his funeral.

Someone just told me,

you can't stay stuck
in the past.

You're here now,
we're celebrating his life.

That's all that matters.

Thanks.

Grandpa ever drag you
to his work?

Mm. Yeah, he took us down
to the precinct once.

I actually thought it was
to sort of do

a "Scared Straight" thing,
you know?

Niles and I had been
picked up for loitering.

I tried to explain we were just
performing Waiting for Godot.

It was a little absurd,
I suppose, but...

You know,
it never occurred to me that...

he just wanted us
to be proud of what he did.

Well, we were proud of you, Dad.

I should've told you more often.

You know,
the first time the Seahawks

won the NFC Championship,

Grandpa and I had a beer here
to celebrate.

Yeah. 2006?

- You were 17.
- Can't live in the past, Dad.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Anyway,

thanks for bringing me here.

It was a pleasure.

Seattle's gone through
a lot of changes,

but McGinty's, still the same.

What are you guys doing
at a gay bar?

Okay,

maybe it's changed a little.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ They're callin' again. ♪

Scrambled eggs all over my face.

What is a boy to do?

Nice seeing you, Seattle!

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