Come Lie With Me Written by Steven Levitan
Directed by Philip Charles MacKenzie
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Production Code: 3.12
Episode Number In Production Order: 60
Original Airdate on NBC:
Episode filmed on
Transcript written on 29th June 2000
Transcript {Iain McCallum}
Act 1
Scene 1 – Frasier's Apartment
[Daphne is waking up in her room. She rolls over and we say that Joe
has stayed the night.]
Joe: [kissing Daphne] Morning.
Daphne: [sleepily] Morning. [realising] Morning? Oh my God Joe get
up. Get up. You were supposed to be out of here hours ago.
[quickly putting on her dressing gown] You promised me that
after we did the deed you'd be on your merry way.
Joe: I was.
Daphne: Get dressed. We've got to get you out of here before Dr.
Crane gets up. [Daphne opens her bedroom door and takes a
look outside] No. I smell coffee. They're already up!
Joe: Now don't worry. I'll just lay low until the two of
them…[notices the clock]…oh my God it's nine o'clock. I'm a
half-hour late for work.
Daphne: Just give me a minute. I'll get rid of them.
Joe: Where's my underwear?
[At this point Eddie comes running into the room and makes a dash for
Joe's underwear which is lying on the chair. He grabs them and runs
back out the room with them. Joe looks a touch dismayed.]
Daphne: Eddie, get back here.
[The scene switches to the living room where Frasier is decked out in
his squash gear, reading the paper and eating breakfast. Martin comes
through tugging at his trousers.]
Frasier: Good morning.
Martin: Maybe for you. I just spent five minutes trying to button
these pants. That stupid dryer shrunk another pair on me.
[Martin grabs an éclair and stuffs in it his mouth. Frasier looks on
disapprovingly.]
Frasier: Dad. Before you blame the dryer, have you ever considered
stepping on the old bathroom scales?
Martin: Oh, what's the point? That thing's been ten pounds off for
weeks.
[In the background, behind Frasier and Martin, Daphne is fighting a
"tug-of-war" with Eddie over Joe's underwear. Frasier and Martin turn
round to see what the commotion is.]
Frasier: Daphne?
Daphne: Oh. Good morning Dr. Crane. Sorry I overslept. Well, time we
all got our day started. I'll just clear these dishes away.
[Daphne starts to clear up.]
Martin: Wait, I wasn't finished with that yet.
Daphne: [deliberately dropping the éclair into Martin's orange
juice] Whoops. Sorry about that.
Frasier: Daphne, I wasn't quite finished with that toast either.
Daphne: Oh, now, we can't have you running off to your squash game
on a full stomach.
Frasier: Yes – how many championship matches have been marred by the
heartbreak of toast cramp?
Daphne: [to Martin] Don't you have that Doctor's appointment?
Martin: Yes but it's not for 20 minutes yet. What's going on here?
Why are you giving us the bum's rush?
Daphne: Bum's rush! Oh I just love the American vernacular. So cute.
So quick. So long!
Martin: [heading through to the bedroom with Frasier following]
Better get my wallet first. Damn pants! You know – you spend
15 dollars on a good pair of pants - you expect them to be
shrink resistant.
Frasier: Well, Dad, when you pay that kind of money what you're
really paying for is the designer name!
[Daphne beckons Joe through who comes rushing out the bedroom, now
fully clothed but with his shoes in his hands. He makes a bolt for
the front door.]
Joe: Gotta go. I'm so late.
Daphne: Oh hurry, hurry, hurry!
Joe: I'll call you tonight.
Daphne: OK. Bye.
[They kiss goodbye quickly and separate. However they look at each
other and have a longer kiss. At this point Frasier and Martin emerge
from the bedroom.]
Frasier: Oh! Hello Joe.
Joe: Hi Dr. Crane. I just came by to give Daphne a kiss.
[Frasier looks suspiciously at him and then looks at the pair of
shoes still in Joe's hands.]
Joe: And drop off these shoes. [Handing shoes to Daphne] Here!
Daphne: Oh thank you.
Frasier: Well. Can anyone think of anything to make this moment a bit
more awkward than it already is?
[Cue Eddie who runs in and drops Joe's underwear at Frasier's feet.]
Frasier: Thank you Eddie!
Scene 2 – Café Nervosa
THEY'RE PLAYING DO-SI-DO, BUT NOT FOR ME
[Frasier and Niles are sitting in café Nervosa drinking their coffee
whilst watching another couple.]
Niles: Isn't that Dirk and Gaby Bindercott?
Frasier: Friends of yours?
Niles: Mmm. Filthy rich. Timber money. In their case it really does
grow on trees! Dirk! Gaby! Oh Dirk.
[Dirk and Gaby are leaving, clearly trying to ignore Niles. However
Niles' calling results in Dirk going to speak to him.]
Dirk: Hello Niles.
Niles: [introducing] Dirk Bindercott – my brother Dr. Frasier
Crane.
Dirk: Ah – I've heard your programme [checks watch and then the
door.]
Frasier: Well – I've seen your wife.
Dirk: So Niles – I suppose I'll see you at the benefit on Sunday.
I know Maris is coming.
Niles: Yes Sunday. Which benefit is Sunday? I have so many
benefits…on Sunday.
Dirk: The ho-down for the homeless. You were invited?
Niles: The ho-down? Yippee-yai-yes!
Dirk: [hears a tooting horn] Must be Gaby.
Niles: Certainly sounds like her.
Dirk: See you Sunday.
Niles: Yes. Till Sunday.
[Dirk exits.]
Niles: I wasn't invited.
Frasier: Niles, its one party.
Niles: Yes but when you're off the A list for one party you're off
for all of them. From now on I'll be relegated to B list
charity events. Grubby little theatre companies and last
years diseases.
Frasier: This often happens in these cases when two people separate –
their friends choose one spouse over the other. Surely they
chose Maris because she's better connected and has more
money than you do.
Niles: [looking at Frasier thoughtfully] Exactly which part of that
was meant to ease my pain?
Frasier: Niles, I just think you're over-reacting.
Niles: Oh wait, wait. I know what happened. My invitation just got
lost in the mail. No – it's not so far fetched. It could
have been mis-sorted…or a stamp could have fallen off…or it
could have been stolen by my mail carrier. Ho-downs are
catnip to postal workers!
[Roz comes into the Café and joins them.]
Roz: Well I'd ask you to explain that but then you would!
Niles: [getting up] I'm going to check with the post office. You
know – I heard a story on the news the other day about a man
who bought a piano at auction and when he went to tune it he
found a 40-year-old unmailed letter under the sounding
board.
Frasier: Perhaps we should contact Feronte and Tisha (sp.??) – see if
they have your invitation?
Niles: Poke fun now. We'll see who feels foolish this Sunday when
I'm sipping champagne atop a mechanical bull!
[Niles exits.]
Roz: [to waiter] Cappuccino please.
Frasier: Roz, I want to get your take on something.
Roz: What?
Frasier: Well. Daphne and Joe are having sex in my apartment and it
leaves me in a rather awkward position.
Roz: Doing what? Bending over to look through the keyhole? Oh
Frasier, come on, what is the big deal?
Frasier: Well let's just say that I'm sitting there listening to
music, reading a book…and Daphne and Joe are "back there".
Roz: So?
Frasier: Well it just makes me uncomfortable. I'm going to ask Daphne
not to sleep with Joe in the house anymore. Is that too…?
Roz: Amish?
Frasier: I was going to say selfish!
Roz: Oh let's see. Please Daphne – don't have sex. It disturbs my
reading! No that's not too selfish.
Frasier: Well I just don't think a man should be uncomfortable in his
own home. How am I supposed to relax when every giggle,
every noise makes me…you know…?
Roz: Picture it.
Frasier: Of course not. Don't be ridiculous. The very idea.
Roz: You're picturing it right now aren't you?
Frasier: Well you made me.
Scene 3 – Frasier's apartment
[Martin is sitting in his chair reading the paper. Frasier comes in.]
Martin: Hey Fraze.
Frasier: Hey, Dad. Is Daphne in?
Martin: Yeah and if you have any sense you'll pretend that nothing
happened this morning.
Frasier: Ah yes. Denial. The sort of advice I'd expect from a man
whose driver's licence still lists his hair colour as brown.
[going through to Daphne's room.]
Martin: It was until you came back to town!
[Frasier knocks on Daphne's door timidly. Daphne opens the door
looking uneasy.]
Frasier: Daphne. I think we need to discuss what happened this
morning.
Daphne: It's been bothering me all day. It was entirely my fault.
Frasier: No, no. I share the blame. We never did have a formal
discussion about the rules of the house, especially when it
comes to…you know…
Daphne: I do want to apologise for any embarrassment I may have
caused. You see we can't go to Joe's because he's still
building his house and he sleeps on a friend's couch. But I
can assure you it will never happen again.
Frasier: Well then our business is concluded. Meeting adjourned.
Daphne: The next time Joe spends the night, I'll notify you well in
advance.
[Daphne closes her door leaving Frasier looking still unhappy. He
knocks again on the door and Daphne opens.]
Frasier: Daphne. I was just reviewing the minutes of our last
meeting. There seems to be some confusion.
Daphne: Oh?
Frasier: You see, my quibble is not with the lack of notification. I
am just not comfortable with you and Joe sleeping together
under my roof.
Daphne: Oh I see. I'm sorry about that but it is my room isn't it?
Frasier: Oh yes, yes. And I want you to feel comfortable living here.
Daphne: I suppose it's more important for you to feel comfortable
because, as you said, it is your roof.
Frasier: Oh. Thank you for understanding.
Daphne: Not at all. Joe and I are going away for the weekend but
first thing Monday I'm going to start looking for me own
place.
[Daphne shuts the door. As before Frasier realises what she has just
said and is still unhappy with this arrangement. He knocks on the
door again.]
Frasier: Guess who? Daphne…em…I don't want you entertaining here but
I also don't want you to move out.
Daphne: Oh I see. So you want me to stay, but just not have a
personal life?
Frasier: Well…
Daphne: No, no. That works out fine for me. I'll just spend all day
waiting on you and your father, then in the evenings retire
to me room, wrap meself in an Afghan and wait for the
morning. And if my whimpering gets too loud for you – you
can just have me fixed like Eddie!
Frasier: That is not what I meant. This is difficult for both of us
Daphne. I have to express my feelings. I also don't want to
lose you. You're very important to me and my father.
Daphne: That's why my solution is best. I'll still be here during
the day to take care of your father but nights and weekends
I'll just go home to my own place. On top of which you can
turn this room back into your beautiful study you used to
have.
Frasier: Well – I suppose what other choice do we have?
Daphne: Of course it'll be a period of adjustment for all of us…
[Whilst she is talking Frasier begins to look round the room and a
smile starts to form on his face.]
Daphne: …I know how much you two care about me and consider me part
of the family but…[notices Frasier's smiling face]…You're
picturing your study right now aren't you?
Frasier: [sheepishly] Well you made me!
Scene 4 – Frasier's apartment
[Daphne is away for the weekend so it's just Frasier and Martin in
the house. Frasier is in the living room whilst Martin is in the
kitchen making breakfast. The house is looking a bit of a mess with
newspapers strewn about the floor. Eddie is watching everything from
the chair.]
Martin: [singing] She's such a groovy lady!
Frasier: Morning Dad.
Martin: Oh morning.
Frasier: [picking up the newspapers and looking around him] You seen
the phone?
Martin: Oh I probably left it in my room again. Sorry. Hey, I'm
making breakfast Burritos. You want one?
Frasier: I'll passo!
Martin: Suit yourself.
[Martin comes out the kitchen carrying his breakfast. He's wearing
nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and a vest. Frasier frowns at him
but Martin just carries on eating his breakfast.]
Frasier: Dad. Whatever happened to the silk pyjamas I bought you?
Martin: Oh, Frasier, they're too ladi-da for me. Besides, they
shrank! [a beep comes from the kitchen] Whoa – there go my
tater-tots. You want a pile?
Frasier: Not that I don't enjoy a "pile" of breakfast as much as the
next guy but I still think no. Dad, are you planning on
going around like that all weekend?
Martin: Yeah, why not? Daphne's off on her little trip. It's just us
guys. Besides I've been wearing pants round here for three
years. Enough!
Frasier: I see. Look Dad I just have to do this [puts an apron on
over Martin]
Martin: All right. Now, listen. It's no big deal but I couldn't find
the remote control for the TV last night. Now I thought we
agreed that it's place was on that table next to my chair.
Frasier: What was it like in the old days when you actually had to
get up to change the channel?
Martin: It was hell!
[The doorbell rings and Frasier goes to answer.]
Martin: You expecting someone?
Frasier: The contractor. I'm getting an estimate on restoring my
study.
Martin: Why don't you use Joe?
Frasier: I think Joe's done enough work in that room, thank you!
[Frasier opens the door to the contractor.]
Frasier: Henry. Thank you for coming on such short notice.
Henry: No sweat.
Frasier: I'll just show you the room. [leads Henry towards Daphne's
room passing Martin at the table on the way] Oh this is my
father. [to Martin forcefully] Don't get up! Like a cup of
coffee?
Henry: That'd be great.
Frasier: Fine. Look, the room is right down the hall there to the
right. I'll meet you there.
Henry: OK.
[Henry heads on to Daphne's room. Frasier goes through to the kitchen
before emerging again with a sponge.]
Frasier: Oh Dad. This is a small thing but you left the sponge in the
sink again.
Martin: So?
Frasier: Well as I mentioned last evening if it stays wet not only
does it begin to smell but it becomes a breeding ground for
bacteria.
Martin: So?
Frasier: So. If I were to say wipe up that salsa that you spilled on
the table just now I would be leaving behind bacteria such
as salmonella, lysteria, flagella. Now wouldn't that bother
you?
Martin: Yeah I guess you're right – it would bother me. I wouldn't
dream of touching that sponge now!
[Martin whistles in Eddie's direction. Eddie responds by leaping up
on to the chair and licking up the salsa on the table much to
Martin's delight and Frasier's derision.]
Frasier: Ah yes. Our own foul breathed little handy wet!
Act 2
Scene 1 – Frasier's apartment
HE CRIED WITH HIS BOOTS ON
[Frasier comes through to the living room to find the television
blaring and newspapers strewn all over the couch. Martin comes
through from the kitchen.]
Martin: [turning off a light] You've been leaving lights on in the
apartment all weekend. You know what that does to the
electric bill?
Frasier: Suppose there's a nuclear power plant they had to build to
keep that television on day and night?
[Frasier picks up the remote and switches the television off. Martin
has just settled into his chair.]
Martin: You moved my chair again didn't you?
Frasier: No!
Martin: Oh well maybe Eddie did it. Eddie, you move my chair? 'Cos
Frasier said he didn't do it and Frasier never messes around
with my stuff.
Frasier: All right I moved your damn chair. The way you have it
turned ruins the symmetry of the room. The sight line loses
all flow.
Martin: Oh, the sight line. And here I thought it was for some dumb
reason.
[The doorbell rings and Frasier, becoming increasingly exasperated as
he goes to answer it, notices Eddie sitting on the couch.]
Frasier: Would you get Eddie off of the couch or else it's down
through the garbage chute for the thrill ride of his life!
[Frasier opens the door to reveal Niles wearing a suit and a slightly
oversized cowboy hat. The two do not go!]
Frasier: Well howdy partner.
Niles: Save your snippy remarks.
Frasier: Fair enough. Say am I crazy or is there a bright golden haze
on the meadow?
Niles: Stop it. I'm in the middle of a social crisis. I just drove
to the ho-down for the homeless assuming that Maris had
simply neglected to forward my invitation. Well, not only
was I not on the guest list but Nelson, the parking
attendant, said he missed me at "The Luau for Lupus". Now it
is official. I'm a social outcast.
Frasier: Oh Niles, why do you even care about those people? In your
hour of need they pretend you don't even exist. They treat
you like you're a leper, a non-person.
Niles: But I really really like them. I know, I know – it makes me
sound pathetic. But I'm newly separated. These people have
been my social circle for ten years. Frasier – they're my
tribe.
Frasier: Well I hate to break this to you, "Waltzes With Snobs", but
they have left you on the mountaintop to die!
Martin: [coming in from the kitchen] Now Niles, maybe your friends
wanted to invite you but they probably thought you'd be
upset seeing Maris there.
Niles: Of course. You're absolutely right.
Frasier: Oh that's ridiculous.
Niles: Oh why are you so negative? These people do care about me.
Frasier: Oh fine, very well. Why don't you just call them? Prove to
me I'm wrong.
Niles: Nothing would give me greater pleasure. Where's your phone?
Martin: It's in my bedroom.
Frasier: Where else would it be? [speaking to Niles as he goes
through to Martin's bedroom] And Dad's electric shaver is in
the kitchen. You see, all our appliances are on an adventure
this weekend.
Martin: Well are you proud of yourself, stirring things up? Why
didn't you just let him think his friends were doing him a
favour?
Frasier: Ah, yes. The Martin Crane approach. Better living through
denial!
Martin: You did the same thing with Daphne. You couldn't just
pretend that nothing was going on back there.
Frasier: Dad, I'm a psychiatrist. I don't pretend. I confront. I
resolve.
Martin: [sarcastic] Oh yeah, you really resolved this. Now she's
moving out. You know, I swear you just go looking for
trouble.
Frasier: Oh that is so untrue [walks into the kitchen before walking
out with the sponge held at arms length by a pair of tongs]
AND PERHAPS YOU CAN EXPLAIN THIS!!!
Martin: A grown man's obsession with a sponge? No I can't!
Frasier: For the last two days I've asked you again and again as
politely as I can to wring out the sponge. But you don't
even have the consideration to respect my feelings.
Martin: Because your feelings are stupid!
Frasier: But they're my feelings! And important to me! And because of
that you should have the courtesy to respect them.
Martin: Just like you respect my feelings when I asked you not to
move my chair.
Frasier: Oh that makes no sense at all.
Martin: Oh all right. [gets up out his chair takes the sponge out of
Frasier's hand and goes through to the kitchen] You want me
to dry that sponge? I'll dry that sponge! [Martin puts the
sponge into the toaster] Give it about a minute.
Frasier: Oh that's mature.
Martin: Oh boy – you know what a tortured little world you live in?
Newspapers strewn all over the place. Sponge germs coming
after you. It's a wonder you can sleep at night!
Frasier: Oh my dreams get me by. Like the one where I strap you in
your chair and run around the house turning on all the
lights…
[By now Frasier is running round like a demented madman turning on
each and every light in the house.]
Frasier: …even in the rooms I'm nowhere near. Boy that electric meter
must really be spinning now!
[Daphne arrives home from her weekend away with Joe.]
Daphne: Evening all. Did you boys have a nice weekend?
Martin: [sarcastic] Rare old blast!
Daphne: Well I had the loveliest time. [notices Eddie on the couch]
Hey – Off! [picking up the newspapers on the floor] We found
this little bed and breakfast right up the coast [moves the
remote control to Martin's table] I talked my decision over
with Joe [moves Martin's chair back to its original place]
and he agreed it really is the best thing for everyone. Of
course I'll still be here during the day to help your father
with his exercises. [cleans up the table] But nights and
weekends it'll just be you two carefree bachelors getting
into trouble together. [puts one of the lights off before
heading into the kitchen] I'm usually just footer around
here anyway [puts the newspapers in the bin then wrings the
sponge out] So you see, my decision is best for everyone.
Well I've had a long weekend so good night.
Frasier: Night Daphne.
[Daphne heads off to her bedroom. Frasier and Martin are quiet
contemplating how Daphne has just sorted everything in one swoop.]
Martin: Frasier.
Frasier: What?
Martin: You know how an Oreo has that soft creamy filling between
two hard cookies? That's what keeps them together?
Frasier: See your point Dad.
Martin: Daphne's kind of the centre.
Frasier: I'll go and talk to her.
Martin: Now, you and me, we'd be the cookie part.
Frasier: I get it!
[Frasier goes through to Daphne's bedroom and knocks on the door.
Daphne opens.]
Frasier: May I come in?
Daphne: Yes of course.
Frasier: Thank you Daphne. Daphne…er…you can't go. You have to stay.
I've only just recently realised how important you are to
us. You see if you go, Dad and I will kill each other. I'm
not just tossing out hyperbole here. I'm speaking in the
most literal sense – Dad and I – both dead! Only he'll be
lying there with a bacteria ridden sponge protruding from
his mouth like a bloated tongue. You don't really want that
on your conscience do you?
Daphne: No, of course not. Truth is I do still think of this place
as my home. But I know you'd never be comfortable knowing
Joe and I were…
Frasier: I'd be willing to try.
Daphne: I know you better than that. It'll bother you and we'll both
be miserable.
Frasier: Why can't I get past this? Oh, it'd just be easier if I
could be like my father pretending you weren't in here
making love.
Daphne: Making love? Is that what you think we were doing?
Frasier: Yes, of course.
Daphne: Oh no. There was nothing like that going on in here.
Frasier: Really? Seems rather implausible. I'd like to believe that
and believe me I really do want to…er…how can I?
Daphne: Well how could Joe and I make love? What with…er…Joe's war
injury?
Frasier: I didn't even know Joe was a soldier. What war would that
be?
Daphne: The Falkland Islands.
Frasier: But that was a British conflict and Joe's not…
Daphne: His parents have a summerhouse there!
Frasier: Oh that's very unfortunate. Having a summerhouse in a war
zone. But how?
Daphne: He was kicked by a sheep.
Frasier: A sheep?
Daphne: Yes, a sheep – spooked by an air raid siren. Work with me.
Frasier: [now clearly pretending to believe whatever he is told – no
matter how insane it is] Oh I see. So, what you're saying is
that Joe…
Daphne: Can't.
Frasier: Ah. Well I suppose that changes everything.
Daphne: Yes I suppose it does. But just so as we're clear. Even
though there's no actual lovemaking, Joe and I can on
occasion, say, read poems to each other in here at night?
Frasier: As long as you don't read too loudly.
[Frasier leaves and Daphne looks extremely pleased with herself.
Frasier goes back through to the living room to find Martin sitting
in his chair reading the paper.]
Frasier: She's staying. Turns out they're sleeping together but not
having sex. [Martin looks puzzled] See they can't have sex
because of an injury Joe suffered when kicked by a spooked
sheep during an air raid while his family were vacationing
in the Falkland Islands during the war.
[Martin just nods his head in agreement. Niles walks through from the
bedroom.]
Niles: Well Dad was right. They are my real friends. It was all
just a misunderstanding. Apparently the social chairman's
dog ate my invitation. And the poor animal had to go to the
vet and with all the confusion they forgot to send me
another, and when I offered my new address for next year's
party, the said no need – we'll see you around.
Martin: [joining into the spirit of the now blatant lying as he tugs
at his trousers] I'm going to start wearing sweat pants.
That damned drier again. Hey, you guys want some cookies?
They're reduced fat.
Frasier: Really? That means we can eat twice as many. [The boys all
continue to talk to each other – quite happy in their own
worlds of make believe.]
Credits:
[Daphne is in the kitchen pouring orange juice in the morning. Frasier
and Martin are standing in the background. Daphne pours three glasses
but then walks past them both and heads towards her bedroom. Martin
and Frasier look extremely concerned and go to follow her. However
Daphne comes back round the corner laughing at them and hands them a
glass each.]
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