Roz, A Loan Written by Janis Hirsch
Directed by Pamela Fryman
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Production Code: 6.9
Episode Number In Production Order:
Original Airdate on NBC: 10th December 1998
Episode filmed on
Transcript written on 10th July 2000
Transcript {david langley}
[Act 1]
[Scene 1 - Cafe Nervosa.
Fade in. Frasier is sitting at a table, talking on his cell phone.]
Frasier: A gold leaf candle snuffer? Huh. My, what a spendthrift
this Charles the Tenth was. Well of course I want you to
bid on it for me, Greg, so start waving your paddle!
[Roz comes in and sits next to Frasier.]
Roz: Hey.
Frasier: Oh, Roz, you got my message!
Roz: Yeah, you said you had good news. What's up?
Frasier: More important: What's down?
Roz: Oh, fun. Wordplay.
Frasier: No, no, the ratings are out for KACL's first six months of
all salsa radio.
Roz: And they're lousy?
Frasier: They aspire to lousy!
Roz: So I guess they'll be looking for a new format.
Frasier: Better yet: an old format!
Roz: What, you think they're gonna bring us back?
Frasier: That's the scuttlebutt on the street.
Roz: Oh, this is great! Aren't you thrilled?
Frasier: I'd be shouting it from the rooftops if I weren't saving my
instrument.
[The waitress, Colette, brings Frasier his coffee.]
Frasier: Thank yoiu.
Colette: May I help you?
Roz: Non-fat capp... Haven't seen you before. I'm Roz, this is
Frasier.
Colette: Colette.
Frasier: Ah, your mother was a fan of the great French novelist and
recanture Siberotu Gabrielle Colette.
Colette: [going along] OK.
[Bulldog comes in, carrying a magazine.]
Bulldog: Hey, guys, you won't...whoa! [to Colette] Any more like
you at home?
Colette: No.
Bulldog: Good, we'll have privacy. [ordering] Short drip.
Colette: Colette.
Bulldog: [dropping the magazine on the table and sitting] Hey, you
guys seen these numbers?
Frasier: Yes.
Bulldog: Salsa radio is in el dumperacha.
Frasier: See?
Bulldog: KACL is gonna be on their knees begging us to come back to
work.
Roz: You know that lady from the temp agency who's always saying
I have a bad attitude?
Frasier: Yes.
Roz: I can't wait to tell that bean-counting fat head where she
can put her time sheet! I'm quitting on the way home!
Colette: [bringing Roz's coffee] Oohh!
Frasier: What? Did you say something?
Colette: No. No, never mind.
Frasier: You know what? I better cancel my lecture next week.
Can't be out of town if I'm gonna be working.
Colette: [walking behind them] Uuhhh.
Frasier: Is everything all right, Collette?
Colette: Oh, I hate this.
Roz: What?
Colette: Well, I overhear things. I'm not trying to, it just
happens when you're a waitress.
Roz: And you overheard something about KACL?
Colette: They're not dropping salsa.
Roz: What?
Frasier: How do you know that?
Colette: Well, the station owner was in this morning and he said
"It's my station, and I like salsa music, and I'm sticking
with it." But that could mean anything.
Roz: I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.
Bulldog: This stinks! This is total BS!
Frasier: Oh, what are you upset about, Bulldog? You've got a job.
Bulldog: Not anymore. I got canned last Friday for somethin' I said
on the air. I was talking to this golfer chick who said
she wanted to enter the Women's Open. Like I'm supposed to
leave that alone.
[He grabs the magazine and stomps out.]
Roz: I'm starting to think we're never going back to work.
Frasier: Now, now, Roz, they can't stay with a failing format
forever. I guarantee you, in three months, if the numbers
are this bad, they'll have to make a change.
Roz: Three months is an eternity. My rent's gone up, the baby
stuff costs a fortune. I stopped buying Alice those little
pink headbands they make for little girls whose hair hasn't
grown in yet. Now when I go out, I just call her Howard.
Frasier: [pulling out his checkbook] Well, Roz, you know what? If
things have gotten that tight, let me lend you some money
to tide you over.
Roz: Oh that's very sweet, but I couldn't.
Frasier: No, please, it's not a hardship for me, I'l be fine for the
next three months.
Roz: Oh, I don't know. I'm not sure I feel comfortable taking
money from you.
Frasier: Try putting your hair in a bun. That used to help Lilith.
Now, how much can I give you?
Roz: Fifteen hundred? I mean, I wouldn't ask for so much, it's
just...
Frasier: No, no, it's none of my business. You can just pay me back
whenever you'd like. This is your money to do with as you
see fit. There we are. [Pulls the check out and gives it
to her.]
Roz: Thank you.
Frasier: Oh, please, Roz, don't even mention it. Makes me feel good
to share my good fortune with someone. You know what, I
just got a call from my antique scout. He's found a gilded
candle snuffer that the Seattle Museum would pay a pretty
penny for to have in their collection.
Colette: Uuhhh.
Frasier: I hate her.
[Fade out.]
[Scene 2 - Frasier's Apartment]
SPA VS. SPA
[Fade in. Martin is sitting in his chair, holding an ice pack on
Eddie's head. Niles and Frasier come from the kitchen.]
Frasier: I'm sorry Niles, I have no idea where it is. I'm not even
sure I own one.
Niles: Oh, don't be ridiculous, Frasier. Dad, have you seen
Frasier's fritata pan?
Martin: Hi, Marty Crane. I don't believe we've met.
Frasier: Dad, what on Earth are you doing?
Martin: Oh, Eddie's woozy. There's this viscious bluejay on the
terrace that keeps teasing him, then Eddie goes chasing
after him, slams into that glass door and this bird just
struts around, big as you please, laughing that snooty bird
laugh.
Niles: Snooty bird laugh? [He sniggers.]
Martin: Yeah, like that.
[Niles gives him a look and goes to get sherry.]
Martin: I want to put stick 'ems on the door so Eddie remembers
it's glass.
Frasier: Oh, yes, Dad! By al means, let's add rainbow decals to the
nose prints and the bits of fur that already festoon it!
Martin: Well, you're pretty grouchy for someone who just got his
job back.
Frasier: Well, maybe that's because I'm not getting my job back!
Martin: What happened? You said it was a sure thing this morning.
[Niles brings a sherry over to Frasier.]
Frasier: Well it wasn't! I spoke with Bebe, she confirmed that
they're keeping salsa.
Martin: Oh, I'm sorry.
Frasier: Yes, well, don't despair, Dad. There are other jobs. Bebe
told me that I'm on the short list for the voice of
Chester, the Yummy-Nuts Squirrel.
[Daphne comes in, soaked.]
Daphne: All right. Don't anyone go out in this weather. I am so
soaked, my dress is pasted right on me. It's a good thing I
had this coat in the trunk.
[Niles puts down his glass and walks around behind her grabbing her
collar.]
Niles: Yes, that was lucky. Let me take it for you.
Daphne: No, it's all right. I'll keep it on for the moment,
thanks. Here you are, Dr. Crane, I stopped off at the Tre
Anom Day Spa and picked up your papaya exfoliant and your
neck cream por alome.
Frasier: Thank you, Daphne. I wouldn't have sent you out in this
weather if it weren't an emergency.
Daphne: Oh, by the way, I saw Roz down at the spa, having herself
an all-day beauty treatment.
[She heads off to her room.]
Frasier: You know, that's strange.
Martin: Why?
Frasier: Well, Roz has been a little cash poor lately. In fact, I
gave her a loan myself this morning. Then she heads down
to the Tre Anom. You know, I have half a mind to have a
word with her about it.
Martin: Uh, bad idea. You loaned her that money, it's hers now.
It's not yours and it's none of your business what she does
with it.
Frasier: Yes, that's exactly what I told her, but still...
Martin: Now, trust me. More friendships have been ruined because
of something like this. Smartest thing you can do is never
bring it up.
Frasier: I'm aware of that, Dad, it's just she must have gone
straight from the cafe down to the spa! Don't you think
that's odd?
Martin: Well, not when you stack it up against a man who uses neck
cream.
Niles: Before you mock this product, you might recall you went to
this spa.
Martin: What?
Niles: Don't you remember? Two years ago. For your birthday I
gave you that special gift certificate for you and Sherry
to have a day of indulgence. You told me you used it.
Martin: Oh, yeah. Right.
[Niles looks at Frasier with a suspicious look.]
Frasier: Remind us, Dad, what treatments did you have?
Martin: Oh, we got the whole shootin' match. First, they rubbed us
all over, and then they uh, they washed us down with this
liniment oil, and then they hit us with those hickory
sticks.
[Niles and Frasier share a laugh.]
Frasier: For God's sake, you've heard us talk about it enough, you'd
think you'd be able to bluff a little better than that.
Martin: You'd be surprised at what I don't listen to. I'm sorry,
Niles, I hope you're not mad.
Niles: Mad? No, I'm delighted! If you still have the
certificate, we can go together.
Martin: Nah, I don't think so.
Niles: Oh, please, I need this.
Martin: You know, a spa's just not my speed. I just keep picturing
myself standing over some drain being hosed down like some
old circus animal.
Niles: But, Dad, I can't afford this sort of thing for myself
anymore. I, I'd go without you but the certificate's in
your name. Please?
Martin: Oh, all right.
Niles: Oh, great! I'm going to go make a reservation before you
change your mind.
Martin: [getting up] And what are you smirking at?
Frasier: Oh, I'm just musing about the timeless moments that bind a
father to a son. Game of catch, trip to a fishing hole,
shared rain forest mud facial.
[Fade out.]
[Scene 3 - Cafe Nervosa.
Fade in. Frasier is sitting at a table, Niles comes in.]
Frasier: Ah, Niles, I thought today was your spa day.
Niles: [sitting] It is, I'm on my way, and I need it now more
than ever. Last night, at the Shagri La, the most
scandelous thing happened...
[Colette brings Frasier's coffee.]
Frasier: Now's not the best time.
Niles: Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there. I'll have...
Colette: A non-fat cappacino?
Niles: Good guess!
Colette: No, I've waited on you before.
Niles: I don't think so, I'm very observant. Anyway, I was
invited to a housewarming party for a new arrival, Stuey.
I hadn't been there two minutes when I heard a pop. Looked
up, there was the '81 Chateau Au Briand I brought being
decanted into a punch bowl of sangria, canned fruit and
erotic ice cubes. I haven't been so depressed since Maris
started seeing what's his name.
Colette: [bringing his coffee] Schenkman.
Niles: Thank you.
Colette: Uh-huh.
[She walks away, Niles freezes a moment in thought. Roz comes in
carrying some bags.]
Roz: Hey, guys.
Frasier: Oh, Roz.
Niles: Roz.
Roz: Shopping really takes it out of you.
Frasier: Really? Stocking up on supplies for baby Alice?
Roz: Oh, no, it's Momma's turn today. Back in a minute.
[She goes to the restrooms, Frasier looks at the bags.]
Frasier: Bidwell's?! My God, isn't that a little pricey?
Niles: I'll say, it's Maris' favorite store. They give points for
every dollar you spend there, one year, she got enough to
have Tony Bennett come to our house and sing.
Frasier: Well at this rate, she's going to go through that loan in
no time. I'm just wondering if I should have a talk with
her.
Niles: No, I understand your impulse, but I'm with Dad on this
one. Questioning her about how she's going to spend that
money is only going to lead to trouble.
Frasier: I'm not sure I agree. Of course the entire point may be
moot, anyway. How do I know there's anything more
extavegant in here than calanders and socks... [He starts
to look in the bags.]
Niles: Don't even think about it. You know as well as I do that
there is absolutely no justification for going through her
bags.
Frasier: You're right, there isn't. [He takes his keys and throws
them in a bag.] Now there is.
Niles: Frasier!
Frasier: Just shut up and keep a lookout! Cashmire sweater?!
Bidwell's private label perfume?!
Niles: Here she comes.
Frasier: [as he sits back down] My keys!
Roz: That's the last time I wear the shoes right out of the
store, my feet are killing me!
Niles: I should go. I want to get down to the spa before Dad. He
may bridle when the front desk clerk asks him if he prefers
a man or a woman.
[He leaves. Roz checks her watch.]
Roz: Wow, is that the time? I've got to meet for lunch Carol at
La Gallou.
Frasier: La Gallou? Uh, you know, Roz, before you go...
Roz: I know, if I drop your name, they'll give me better
service. I'll call you later.
[She leaves, Colette comes over.]
Colette: Can I get you anything else?
Frasier: Yes, a taxi.
Colette: I already called.
[Frasier throws some money down and heads for the door. Fade out.]
[Act 2]
[Scene 1 - Frasier's Apartment]
A MOVEABLE FACE
[Fade in. Frasier is decanting wine and spills some.]
Frasier: Oh, damn!
Daphne: Not to worry, Dr. Crane, I'll have that spot cleaned up in
no time.
Frasier: Thank you, Daphne.
[Niles and Martin come in.]
Niles: Lock up your daughters, the men are back from the hunt!
Frasier: Oh, well, boys, how was your day at the spa?
Niles: Fantastic. You should have seen Dad. I walked by the
serenity room just as Olga and Sergi were giving him a
full-body sudsing.
Martin: I never felt so clean and so dirty at the same time.
[He goes to his room.]
Niles: See you later, Dad. Great day!
[Frasier brings him some sherry.]
Frasier: All right, how bad was it?
Niles: Mortifying. First of all, he refused to go nude, even in
the private rooms.
Frasier: [sitting on the couch] Well, Niles, don't forget: Dad is
of a different generation.
Niles: Wearing socks and underpants and carrying a wallet into a
mud bath is not a generational issue. If you ever hear me
offer to take Dad to a spa again, wash out my mouth with
jug wine. Did you ever get your keys back from Roz?
[Frasier laughs as he spreads pate on a cracker.]
Frasier: No, no. Actually, I had to wait the entire day before she
found them in her bag. She's on her way over, right now,
gives me a chance to talk to her about her spending.
Niles: Frasier, why do you insist on traipsing into that
minefield?
[Niles gets his own pate.]
Frasier: Niles, I don't want to talk to her about it, I have to. At
the rate she's spending, she's going to be out of money
before we're back to work. And frankly, I'm just a little
bit annoyed at how she keeps flaunting it in my face.
Expensive lunches, needless extravagences. Frankly I think
the entire things just a bit insensitive, don't you?
Daphne: [getting up from scrubbing] Excuse me, not to interrupt,
but six months ago, you borrowed forty dollars from me. We
were at the wine shop, remember? You couldn't quite scrape
together enough for a bottle of your precious Chateau Mr.
Fussy-Pants? So I lent you the money. And have I said a
peep about it since? No! I just sit here quietly reusing
my tea bags while you trundle off to your private clubs
ordering gourmet this and imported that! "Are the cigars
Cuban?" "Are the Tulips Dutch?" "Oh, good news: my
personal shopper just found a dozen antique pudding
plates." Who has twelve people over for pudding?! So you
gave poor Roz a bit of money! It hasn't changed your life,
has it, ya sherry swilling, foie gras munching hypocrite?!
[Niles puts down his pate as Daphne stalks off.]
Frasier: Daphne? I did repay you.
Daphne: [turning] What?
Frasier: I paid for that parking ticket. Fifty dollars as I recall.
It means you owe me ten.
Daphne: Oh, right. Well, I'm glad you said something. It's not
good to let these things fester.
[She runs off to her room, Martin comes back in.]
Martin: Niles, I think I'm having a wierd reaction to that spa
stuff. My skin's startin' to tingle and tighten up.
Niles: Oh, that's the citrus reacting with your natural oils. It's
a good sign.
Martin: Well, it doesn't feel so good, I just scratched my chin and
my eyelid closed.
[He goes back. The doorbell rings.]
Niles: Oh, that'll be Roz. Maybe I'll take my leave before the
fur starts to fly.
Frasier: Oh, Niles, there's not going to be any fur flying. Unless
of course she bought one on the way over here.
[Niles opens the door for Roz.]
Roz: Hey, Niles.
Niles: Roz.
Frasier: Roz.
Roz: Are you on the way out?
Niles: Yes, good night. [He leaves.]
Roz: Here are your keys.
Frasier: Thank you, Roz. We had to turn the whole cafe inside out
looking for them.
Roz: I would have been here a lot sooner, but I stopped to get
you something.
Frasier: Uh, Roz, gosh, you know, you really shouldn't have.
Roz: I wanted to. This is just my way of saying "Thank you" for
how great you've been.
Frasier: But, you see, you really shouldn't have. I mean, for one
thing, it's just... Gosh, it is lovely, [It is a crystal
decanter.] Roz, it's just that... Listen, there's
something I really need to talk to you about...
Roz: Now, that decanter is not just to say "Thank you". It's
also to say "Congratulations!" The station manager called
me half an hour ago, I made him promise he'd let me tell
you. The board has reconsidered, they're changing formats,
they're bringing us back!
Frasier: Oh, well Roz! That's fantastic!
[Martin comes back.]
Roz: We start tomorrow!
Martin: What's goin' on?
Frasier: Good news, Dad, good news! We got our jobs back at KACL!
Martin: [his face completely flat] Well great. Congratulations.
Roz: Well I thought we'd at least get smile out of ya.
Martin: [worried and putting a hand to his face] I thought I was
smiling.
[Fade out.]
[Scene 2 - The Radio Station.
Fade in. In the booth, the salsa DJ is finishing his last show as he
and his producer look depresed. People can be seen in the hall
behind them, happy.]
DJ: ....Adios amigos. Adios KACL, adios.
[Cut to the hallway outside the booth. All the old talk radio people
are there, happy and celebrating.]
Bulldog: This is so great, we're all back together again.
Frasier: Hey, Noel! Good to see you. What you been up to?
Noel: Well, actually, I never left. Yo hablo Espanol. [to an
unhappy woman] Adios Maria.
[She gives him a dark look. Roz comes running up.]
Roz: Hi everybody!
All: Roz!
Roz: Isn't this the best? It's so great to see everyone.
Bulldog and Noel and Frasier and...[to a woman she doesn't
recognize] you.
Bulldog: God, I didn't think I'd ever see this place again. It's
like we're soldiers comin' back from the war.
[He grabs a passing woman and bends her back for a kiss in the
classic sailor/nurse pose from Times Square at the end of WWII. When
he lets her up, she slaps him and walks away.]
Bulldog: [throwing his arms up] I'm home!
Frasier: Well, you know, as much as I'd like to continue this
celebration, in three minutes, we have a show to do. Come
on, Roz, let's go!
[They hurry into the booth to get ready. Noel follows.]
Frasier: Noel?
Noel: Oh, I just wanted to say I missed you most of all, Roz.
Roz: Oh, thanks Noel, that's so sweet.
Frasier: Yes, that's certainly is sweet, Noel, off you go.
Noel: Me, nothin' much has changed. Still live with my mom.
Still working on that Klingon to English dictionary.
Frasier: Noel, how do you say goodbye in Klingon?
Noel: Oh, it depends. If you're talking to a superior officer,
then...
Frasier: Noel!
Noel: Krish-krosh.
Roz: I am so thrilled to be back!
[They cross to the producer's booth.]
Frasier: Oh, God, so am I! Roz, you know I couldn't get a wink of
sleep last night. But I put the time to good use, though,
I composed a little speech to open today's show.
Roz: Oh, that's great. You know, as I was falling asleep last
night, it occured to me that you wanted to talk to me about
something.
Frasier: Right. Right, oh, well, it was just, I just had a little
bone to pick with you, but it's gone by the wayside now.
Roz: Are you sure?
Frasier: Oh, absolutely. You know how thing's are when you're out
of work. You know you just get a little crazy about little
stuff.
Roz: Oh, tell me about it. Money things alone.
Frasier: Well, as a matter of fact...
Roz: What?
Frasier: No, no, no, it's not an issue anymore, Roz.
Roz: Come on.
Frasier: Well, all right. It's just that I thought the way you
were, uh, spending money was a little unwise. You know,
spa days, expensive lunches, Bidwell's perfume? I, I just
thought, you know, you were unemployed... But, you know
what? You're employed now, so there it is. End of
subject, I won't even bring it up again.
Roz: I never told you I bought that perfume.
Frasier: Hmmm? Well, I, I...you didn't have to, I can smell it on
you.
Roz: I'm not wearing any.
Frasier: You're kidding. My goodness, is that you? Well then you
should sweat into bottles. We've got a show to do.
[He returns to his side, she follows.]
Roz: The only way you could know that is if you were looking
through my shopping ba... The keys!
Frasier: Roz, you know, we really should be setting up.
Roz: I can't believe this! You were searching through my bags?
What, is this about the loan?
Frasier: All right. Fine. I gave you fifteen hundred dollars and
suddenly you were off on a spending spree.
Roz: Excuse me, but weren't you the one that said I could spend
it any way I wanted?
Frasier: Well, I just thought you were going to be a little more
responsible than that!
Roz: Oh, so now I'm irresponsible?
[She goes to her side and Frasier follows.]
Frasier: No, no, I'm just saying that a woman in your situation...
Roz: What situation? Oh, I know what this is all about, my
baby.
Frasier: Roz!
Roz: That's what all this irresponsible stuff is.
Frasier: No, that is not what I meant.
[Roz gets out her checkbook and starts writing.]
Roz: Well, listen, obviously I am not to be trusted with your
precious money, so I'm paying you back. And not that it's
any of your business, but Carol took me out to La Gallou,
and my mother gave me a day at the spa, and those shoes
were a store credit. Oh, and I bought the perfume. That
was just for me, because I wanted it. [She hands him the
check.]
Frasier: Roz, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say any of those things.
Roz: Too late.
Frasier: Please, I can't stand to have you mad at me. Look, let me
take you to dinner tonight, we can discuss it afterward.
Roz: You're on.
Frasier: Thank you.
Roz: No. You're on in five seconds.
[Frasier rushes back to his seat, puts his headphones on and begins
on Roz's cue.]
Frasier: Good afternoon Seattle, this is Dr. Frasier Crane and we're
back. But don't worry, I may have been gone a while, but I
think I remember how all these knobs and buttons work. [He
hits a switch and salsa music blares out.] I see they've
moved the cough button. Well, anyway, I composed some
thoughts last night about what this show has meant to me
the last years, and well, I'd like to share it with you
now. I realized I have a lot to feel grateful for;
grateful for my listeners who trusted me with their
problems; and grateful for the person whom I most trust.
It's not an exageration to say I put my carreer in this
woman's hands every day. [Roz looks up at this.] And she
never let's me down. She shoulders many responsiblilities
here and in her personal life with a grace and skill I
admire more than she'll ever know. I'm proud to call her
my friend, my producer Roz Doyle. Well, now, on to the
show. If I'm a bit rusty, I hope you'll forgive me. After
all, to err is human. I hope you'll look into your
hearts...
Roz: All right, Frasier, you're forgiven.
Frasier: Oh, good! Well, we've got a quick word from our sponser,
and then we'll be back with your calls. Back after this.
Roz: [coming to the door] Thanks, Frasier. I'm sorry I got so
mad.
Frasier: Oh, Roz, you had every right to. How could I think you
would ever squander the money I gave you that way? You'ld
never be that irresponsible.
Roz: Well, of course I wouldn't. But if it was on your mind,
I'm glad you brought it up. I like that we can always be
honest with each other.
Frasier: I like that, too.
Roz: I'm so touched that you stayed up all night last night and
wrote all those things about me.
Frasier: [kissing her hand] I meant every word.
[They go back to their stations. Noel comes in on Frasier's side,
Bulldog on Roz's.]
Noel: Hey, Dr. Crane. Great speech. I love what you said about
Roz.
Frasier: Thank you, Noel.
[Cut to Roz and Bulldog.]
Roz: Hey Bulldog, can you loan me some money?
Bulldog: Sure, how much?
Roz: Fifteen hundred. I just wrote a bad check.
[Cut to Frasier and Noel.]
Noel: [reading Frasier's speech] Hey, wait a minute. There's
nothing in here about Roz.
Frasier: Noel, put that down.
Noel: "Like Napoleon's triumphant return from Elba.."
Frasier: Krish-krosh, krish-krosh!
[Noel leaves, Frasier and Roz take their places, and she cues him
again. Fade out.]
Credits:
[The salsa DJ and his producer are sitting at a table in Cafe
Nervosa. Suddenly, Maria comes in, excited, to tell them some news.
They all get worked up, then Colette comes by and speaks to them.
They all become quickly depressed.]
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