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Hey. Are you two free on Saturday?

Well, I am, and I think Olivia is, too,

so, yes, we're free.

Free, free as birds.

Totally unencumbered by schedule or any formal duty.

Oh, great.

- Idiot. - Hmm?

Now she's gonna want a ride to the airport

or help painting her apartment.

Oh, God, I just hope it isn't...

- I'm in a play. - [GASPS] Oh!

Yeah. I'm so glad you guys can come.

You sure you don't need a ride to the airport?

It might be fun. What's the play about, Eve?

Still figuring it out.

You hear that, Alan? They're still figuring it out.

It's a very, very complicated murder mystery

that my friend Kiki wrote.

It almost works.

- Ah. - Hmm.

I play the lead.

- Oh! - Oh!

Detective Erin Murderfinder.

- Mm. - Mm.

While most murder mysteries

rely on intricate clues that lead the audience

to a satisfying ending,

ours comes out of nowhere.

And we don't technically solve the murder.

It's not a good play.

And will Freddy and Frasier at least be there?

No. [LAUGHS] No.

No, they've done so much for me.

I-I can't put them through that.

Can't wait for Saturday.

If I kill you now, I could be in jail by Saturday.

Sounds like a plan.

Get me out of it as well.

[LAUGHING]

Wow, you two are in a good mood.

Well, it's hard not to be. I'm spending time with my son,

colleagues and friends.

For the first time in my life, I can say that

Frasier Crane wants for nothing.

Aw, that's too bad.

I had somebody in mind that I wanted to set you up with.

I can be ready in five minutes.

Good for you, Frasier.

Always admired your dewy-eyed optimism, you know.

Even though love's been punching you in the face

for the last, what, three decades.

[CHUCKLES] Well, I think that's

- not a fair characterization... - No, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, we're very proud of you.

Really, the way you've lurched

from one failed marriage to another.

I mean, I've lost count. It must be, what, three?

- Two, technically. - Thank you, Freddy.

Yeah, the third one he just got left at the altar, so...

I admit I may have had several rough patches in the past,

I may have had a tendency to get in my own way,

but that's all behind me now.

Just hope there's enough time left for me to

still find true love.

Aw, come on, Dad, just giving you a hard time.

You're still a young man. You're-you're a catch.

Any woman would be lucky to have you.

You know, Professor Salazar in the linguistics department

has her eye on you.

Isn't she the one who had three husbands die

under mysterious circumstances?

No. No, no, no. The third one hasn't been found yet.

He's only presumed dead.

You know, she's awfully good looking.

- Dad. - All right, I'm sorry.

It's been a while.

Don't worry, I am a great matchmaker.

Uh, Dad, a quick word of warning, if Eve does set you up,

she doesn't have the best track record.

What are you talking about?

The last woman you set me up with was a dud.

She won an Olympic medal.

Bronze. [SCOFFS]

If you even call that winning.

[LAUGHS] Bronze.

The Dartmouth of medals.

Okay, this is not on me, Freddy, this is on you.

Every time Freddy gets set up on a date,

he ends up talking himself out of it

once he learns anything about them.

You know, Frederick, I hate to diagnose you...

You know that's not true.

My point is, perhaps you're having trouble

connecting with people because you have a fear

of emotional vulnerability.

- Well, that's possible. - Yes, I mean,

after all, you are a terrific young man.

Any woman's dream come true.

Couldn't agree more.

I prefer a bit more meat on the bones, but...

Guys, I'm not afraid of being emotionally vulnerable.

Prove it. I know somebody who's perfect for you.

Okay, what's her name?

Mm-mm. No. You don't get any information.

I'm not giving you the chance to talk yourself out of it.

It's a true blind date.

Gosh, I...

I love that.

The only thing you know for sure

is that this-this could be your soulmate.

Yes, please, Eve, I'd like the same treatment.

No information.

Great. Okay. I'll set you both up.

This is gonna be so fun.

And what about me, Eve?

Any nibbles for old Alan? My type's a sort of

strict, disappointed schoolmarm.

I will keep an eye out.

Do. And if you see her,

just let her know that Alan's been a very cheeky boy.

[DONIZETTI'S LUCIA DI LAMMERMOOR PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[KNOCKING]

Hello. You must be Eve's friend.

I am. June Patrick.

- Please, come in. - Thank you.

June. Here, let me take your coat.

You know, a much smarter man than I once wrote,

"Spring being a tough act to follow,

God created June."

I bet you say that to all the Junes.

And the occasional May.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

I'm Frasier Crane. How do you do?

I'm good, thanks.

Come on, I know who you are.

[GASPS] Are these Christian Lacroix pillows?

Indeed they are. Bit early in the evening

for pillow talk, though, isn't it?

And the music...

Lucia di Lammermoor by Donizetti?

Tell me I'm good.

You are very good.

[CHUCKLING] May I get you a glass of wine?

Yeah, sure, crack open a box.

I'm kidding. I don't really think you buy boxed wine.

Your Steinway has its own alcove.

You get me. [CHUCKLES]

I'm rich.

Oh, hi.

I'm Freddy, you must be Eve's friend.

I am. June.

Hi. S-Sorry to barge in like this.

Uh, went to extra innings, I expected to be back earlier.

I hope you won. I don't talk to losers.

Oh, we won. Trust me.

Despite my four errors.

- You a baseball fan? - Are you kidding?

There's nothing better than going to a Sox game

full of hope and joy,

getting emotionally wrecked for nine innings,

and then drowning my sorrows over at Yancy's.

- On Blaine Street. - Yes.

Did you ever get the number six?

- It's disgusting. - Disgusting.

- That cheap American cheese. - Four kinds of salami.

- There's way too much mayo. - Grease for days.

I love it so much.

It's the only time I'm truly happy.

I'm just gonna drop this off. Can I get you a glass of wine?

Oh, thanks, but your dad's getting it.

Ah. Of course he is.

Fancy music playing, wine's flowing.

Tell you something, Frasier Crane is quite the entertainer.

♪ June is busting out all over. ♪

You must get that all the time.

Oh, yeah. Construction guys

constantly screaming that at me.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm cooking an ossobuco tonight.

I thought a Montepulciano might be the perfect pairing.

It's a bit, uh, clichéd, I think, maybe?

Sounds like a perfect match.

Well, hopefully it's not the only perfect match this evening.

I'll be right back.

So... what do we think?

[SIGHS] I worry it's too chic.

Good eye.

It's fresh in from Paris, they're calling it a "shirt."

Ah.

See my dad got you that wine,

I'm pretty sure I also heard show tunes, so...

I'm just gonna go see what his plans are.

Oh, uh, how does Italian sound?

It-a sounds-a like-a this-a.

God, I am so sorry, that was awful.

No, that's okay. Remember, I had four errors tonight.

That was just your first.

I deserve that.

Could you grab me a glass of water?

Sure.

Did you say something?

Oh, just that I'd love a glass of water.

Ah. Of course. But a moment.

All right, here you go.

- Oh. - Tap okay?

Yeah. I'm not some fancy pants who needs sparkling.

[FREDDY CHUCKLES]

Sparkling water for a sparkling lady.

How did you do that?

Freddy got it for me.

He just ducked into the kitchen.

Oh, well, I'll just go say hello.

You said my dad was in there?

Yeah, he just went in.

Ah. [CHUCKLES]

All right, what the hell is going on?

Freddy?

You're here.

Uh, this is a little bit awkward... I have plans.

Oh, yeah, no, same.

The girl Eve set me up with is here

and she's incredible.

- Your date's tonight? - Yeah.

So is mine.

And I must say, we are clicking

like a couple of frisky cicadas.

Nice, Dad. Yeah, so are we.

Oh, the Crane Boys has got it going on!

Oh... Sorry, uh...

[CHUCKLES] Sorry, I'm...

I'm actually staying in tonight

because I'm-I'm cooking an Italian classic.

Oh, yeah, no, th-that's fine. And also kind of funny...

we're headed out for Italian.

Yes, that is funny. Well, where's your date?

Oh, she's on the couch having a glass of wine. Where's yours?

On the couch, having a glass of wine.

I can't wait for Italian.

_

Seems to be a little bit of a misunderstanding.

Sure does.

Where are you planning on waiting for your date...

upstairs, in your bedroom?

What?

Are you out of your mind? June is clearly my date.

Don't you think she's just a bit refined for you?

Uh, no.

Don't you think you're a little too refined for her?

All right, there's one way to figure this out.

Let's just call Eve and ask her.

Yeah, okay.

[BRITISH ACCENT]: Well, well, well.

Quite the sticky wicket we've found ourselves in, innit?

The only bloke with an airtight alibi

is the butler.

[THUDDING]

Oh, sorry, I forgot. I cut act two.

Oh, this play is so unrealistic.

Why isn't that butler wearing gloves?

I wish I had a knife in my back.

She didn't pick up.

God, why would Eve set us both up

on blind dates on the same night?

Maybe she assumed we were smart enough

to figure it out for ourselves.

This is just getting silly.

I'm gonna go ask June who she's here for.

No, no, no, no, no. We're in too deep for that.

It'll be obvious we both thought we were on a date with her.

Which is weird.

Good point.

You go from charming father

offering a drink to his son's date

to deviant lothario trying to steal his son's date.

I'm not in love with that coloring.

Look, we're both waiting for dates. Right?

So the other date should be here any minute,

at which point it should be obvious which date is for which.

"Whose date is for whom."

Seriously?

Frederick, a stressful situation does not warrant

a loosening on the reins of grammar.

The fact that you're still single boggles the mind.

We're both intelligent men. I'm sure we can solve this puzzle.

Right, let's just go talk to June,

and I'm sure she'll give us some clues

as to who Eve set her up with.

- "Figure out with whom..." - Stop it.

Sorry, just responding to a friend.

"Date is going well so far.

Having a lot of fun with F-R..."

Oh, it auto-filled.

By the way, I was just admiring this piece.

Oh, yes, that's one of my favorites,

it's... David Cronin.

I studied art history at Columbia.

Philosophy didn't seem useless enough.

[CHUCKLES] Well, so, a fellow Ivy Leaguer.

Seems you and I have quite a bit in common.

Oh. How fun.

I was actually recruited to play softball,

although most of the pitchers I faced

were filled with Heineken.

Ah, so you could say you were more interested

in sports and beer.

Feels like we have even more in common.

[CHUCKLES]

You know, if you like the Cronin so much,

why don't you check out the piece

on that easel there by the piano?

All right, Frederick, Frederick, sit down next to me.

All right.

Whoever she sits next to is the one she likes.

That's pretty smart.

Remind me, did you go to an Ivy League school?

It came up naturally.

June, why don't you come and join us?

Uh, we were just discussing, um...

Uh, celebrity crushes.

Yeah, is-is there a kind of guy you tend to lean towards?

Ah... Well, I love Liam Hemsworth.

He's got that cute,

- boyish thing going on, you know? - FREDDY: Mm-hmm.

But you can't go wrong with a Kevin Costner type either.

June, uh, why don't you... come sit down?

[FREDDY CLEARS THROAT]

Oh. [CHUCKLING]

[ALL LAUGHING]

- That's cozy, isn't it? That's... - Yeah.

- Now I'm gonna check on dinner. - I forgot my wine.

Seriously? You think you're Costner?

More realistic than you fancying yourself a Hemsworth.

I've seen your calendar, Mr. July.

It's the closest you'll ever get to disrobing near a June.

I got to say, I have no idea what the hell's going on out there.

Yes, I feel the same way. It's like I'm

nine years old again, reading Kafka for the first time.

How do we not know who she's here for?

Oh, we know.

- Excuse me? - By your own admission,

you are not emotionally available

and June is just like me...

she wears her heart on her sleeve.

[LAUGHS]: Dad, come on.

I mean, June is-is fantastic and you're...

...well...

also fantastic,

just a slightly more advanced category

of fantastic.

So that's how you see me, then?

My glory days behind me,

a retired show pony milling about,

chewing cud in a pasture,

one broken leg away from the cold shock

of the farmer's shotgun?

See? You get it.

So, do you guys hang out a lot together?

Probably more than we should.

Which I love. I...

June, I-I kind of pride myself on

connecting, emotionally, with people.

My dad and I couldn't be closer.

Right, Dad? Hey, Dad?

Love you.

Aw, that is so sweet.

Almost saccharine.

So what do you guys do for fun?

Laser tag.

Wow.

Really?

You know, I like to keep active.

You know, good for the soul, good for the body.

Keeps me full of vim and vigor.

Vim and vigor.

Picking up that old laser tag lingo, huh?

[KNOCKING]

You guys expecting company?

One of us is.

Frederick, will you join me?

Now, we both know the woman behind this door

is clearly here for me or clearly here for you,

and I think we both know who it is.

I'm looking for Frasier.

I'm Ida. Eve said you've got just what I need?

Yes, Ida, please, uh, come in, won't you?

Uh, will you excuse us for just a second?

All right, but be quick.

I'm not gonna live forever.

Oh, dear God.

Who do you think she's here for?

This must be some kind of a mistake.

I mean, for God's sake, she's old enough to be my...

Sister?

How dare you?

Oh, come on, Pops.

Imagine how refined she is.

But I should go, I don't want

- to keep my date waiting. - Mm-hmm.

Ida, come join me in the kitchen, will you?

Oh.

Now, what can I get you, dear?

Milk. And while we're young.

Milk, in-in a wine glass?

What?

Why the heck would the baby drink milk in a wine glass?

The baby.

Keep up!

He's almost done with his nap.

He needs milk, but Eve's out.

She said you'd have some.

Right, right, of course, here we are.

- Off you go. - [GROANING]

I don't need... I don't need this much. It's just a baby.

It's fine, it's fine, you keep it. Take as much as you like.

- Here we are. And off you go. - I know. I understand. Oh!

Oh!

That was Eve's babysitter.

Baby needed some milk.

Eve's babysitter.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Ida.

We met, like, a month ago when Eve hired her.

Did I not mention that?

Where is your powder room?

I have a bet with a friend

over whether this place has a bidet.

[CHUCKLING]

Who doesn't have a bidet?

- This is insanity. - Yeah.

A great woman shows up

and suddenly we're acting like idiots?

This petty one-upmanship is beneath us, Dad.

- Hi. - Hi.

We should call a truce.

Yes, yes, yes, perhaps you're right.

Makes sense. First sensible thing you've said.

Yeah.

- Oh! - Oh, Dad, your dinner!

Saboteur!

My friend set me up with this firefighter, and he's great.

But his dad is here,

and, weirdly, I think I'm more into him.

I know.

Yes, they have a bidet.

That was a low blow, Frederick.

My ossobuco's not the only thing

that's gone from a simmer to a boil.

Yeah, well, it's okay, Dad, 'cause

I just heard June on the phone and,

while she was here to go on a date with me,

she prefers you.

What is wrong with me?

Maybe Eve was right.

Maybe I am the problem.

No, you can't believe that, right?

I don't know.

Perhaps June can sniff out the commitment issues.

Well, you're committed to your job.

You're committed to Eve and to John.

You're committed to rebuilding our relationship.

You're not emotionally unavailable, you're emotionally

specific about what you're looking for.

I assume you mean "emotionally specific

about that for which I'm looking," but...

You're right, that is obnoxious.

I'm gonna step aside.

From what I can tell, you and June'll be great together.

Thank you.

You know, I've...

been getting in my own way for so long,

seems the stars are finally aligned for me.

- [CHUCKLES] - [KNOCKING]

Think your date's here.

Oh, you think you're so funny, stars.

Okay, how can I help?

Ooh, wait, don't tell me.

Uh, I'll pretend to be your personal chef

and set up one dinner out on the balcony

and another in here, and you can run back and forth

having two dates at once or something.

No. Uh... No.

You know, there was a time when I would have maybe... No, no.

I-I've lost enough women doing that sort of silly thing.

I'll just go out there

and tell this young woman, whoever she is,

that, uh, it's not going to work out between us.

Thank you.

Just a moment. [CHUCKLES]

Frasier, hi, I'm Siobhan, Eve's friend.

Siobhan. Hi.

Uh, do I smell ossobuco?

Oh, takes me back to my time in Milan.

Milan? Uh, what took you there?

I was performing at La Scala. I'm an opera singer.

Is that so?

By the way, I hope you don't mind, I brought sherry.

You know...

why don't we just have this chat out in the hall here?

Freddy, your personal chef idea...

do you think maybe we moved away from that too quickly?

What?

Well, Siobhan could be the one.

- Wh-Who's Siobhan? - My date.

- What about June? - June was meant for you.

Eve clearly saw a connection between me and Siobhan,

and we should respect that.

Are you kidding me? You're doing this again?

See, this is your problem.

Okay, it's not that love has passed you by at all.

You got a fantastic woman out there who's interested in you,

but you keep getting in your own way.

Y-You know what you are?

You're your own saboteur.

Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh.

Tell you what.

You take June out for dinner

and I'll, I'll buy you a big-screen TV for your bedroom.

What's going on here?

[WHISPERING]: Don't worry, Freddy,

I can still pull this off.

Were you just bribing him to take me out?

Put on the hat. Put on the hat.

Dad, I'm not putting on the hat.

He wasn't bribing me 'cause I'm not interested in you,

it's just that you and my dad were obviously hitting it off.

W-Wait, so you were into June before I showed up?

A date was literally coming for you,

and you couldn't wait until I arrived?

To be fair, you were a bit tardy.

Siobhan, you want to go grab a drink?

I would love one.

Wait! Wait! Please.

I know you're both upset, and I've behaved

boorishly, like a real cad.

I-I... I would like to apologize to you.

But there's one thing I have to clear up.

You both wanted me?

[DOOR CLOSES]

Still got it.

["TOSSED SALADS AND SCRAMBLED EGGS" PLAYING]

FRASIER: 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.

[CHUCKLES]

♪ But I don't know what to do ♪

♪ With those tossed salads and scrambled eggs ♪

♪ Life's callin' again. ♪

Boston, we love you!