Dark Victory Written by Christopher Lloyd
& Linda Morris
& Vic Rauseo
Directed by James Burrows
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Production Code: 2.24
Episode Number In Production Order:
Original Airdate on NBC:
Episode filmed on
Transcript written on 12th July 2000
Transcript {Iain McCallum}
[Act 1]
[Scene 1 – KACL.
Frasier is doing his show]
Frasier: Well, Caroline, if you've been in therapy for two years and
you're feel like you're no longer making any progress
perhaps you've reached a plateau, or you and your therapist
have simply gone as far as you can together.
Caroline: [v.o] Maybe it is time for a change. He's kind of dry and
long winded.
Frasier: Well, two years is certainaly a long time to spend with a
psychiatrist you find dry and long winded.
Roz: A-men to that!
Caroline: [v.o] Thanks Dr. Crane. You've given me a lot to think
about. Would it be OK if I called back sometime and picked
your brains?
Frasier: Well just consider me your mental banjo. Well that's it for
this fine Friday Seattle. This is Frasier Crane saying,
"we'll see you next week".
Roz: [coming into the studio] Good show Frasier.
Frasier: [exhausted] Oh Roz. I've been waiting for this moment the
entire week. [slowly takes off his headphones in happiness]
Roz: That's what I love about you Frasier. You work hard and you
play hard.
Frasier: Roz, you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to
this weekend. There comes a time when even the most
conscientious of psychiatrists has had his fill of other
people's problems.
[A delivery boy opens the studio door with a package.]
Delivery Boy: Hi. Is one of you Roz Doyle?
Frasier: Yes…that's all the clues we're going to give you.
[The delivery boy hands Roz the package, which she signs for and he
leaves.]
Frasier: A little offering from one of your suitors perhaps? A nice
string of pearls? A teardrop pendant?
Roz: [opening package and tearfully turning to Frasier] It's a
brick of cheese!
Frasier: Well on the right chain I can see that looking smart.
Roz: It's from my family. They're in Wisconsin at my Uncle's
dairy farm having a family reunion.
Frasier: Oh, why didn't you go Roz?
Roz: There wasn't time. But now I wish I'd gone. Frasier, we
always have so much fun. Like this one time there was this
huge cheese party and one of my uncle's started speaking in
cheese language. You know, like instead of saying "Hello how
are you?" he'd say "Hello, Havardy". Someone else would go
"Oh, I'm Gouda". Oh I don't know, what would come after
that?
Frasier: If I'd been there, the sound of a gunshot!
Roz: [tearful] Don't make fun. I miss those people.
Frasier: Oh Roz. Oh. [going to console her] There, there.
Roz: We play games and sing songs.
Frasier: Oh, of course. I know.
Roz: And Aunt Libby does cannonballs into the lake.
Frasier: Oh yes, the memories must be…
Roz: And Uncle Ned has too much to drink and he starts putting
pants on all the cows!
Frasier: Listen Roz. If what you're looking for is family fun tonight
why don't you come to my place. It's my Dad's birthday. I
completely forgot about it last year and I'm going to make
up for it this year. There's just one rule. No work, just a
good time.
Roz: Frasier, I don't think I'd be much fun.
Frasier: Roz, I insist. There's no one I enjoy partying with more
than you and I just hate to see you like this. I Camembert
it!
Roz: [crying] Oh. So sweet.
[Scene 2 – Frasier's Apartment]
WHAT IF HE HAD TAKEN A REALLY BIG BREATH?
[Frasier comes into the apartment with a cake, parcels and food.
Eddie is lying on the couch. Martin and Daphne are nowhere to be
seen.]
Frasier: Alright. It's someone's birthday. I hope you're all in the
mood for a party. I know I am.
Daphne: [from the kitchen] YOU'RE BLOODY IMPOSSIBLE!
Martin: [from the kitchen] AND YOU'RE A BLOODY NAG!
Daphne: DON'T YOU SHAKE THAT CANE AT ME!
Martin: QUACK QUACK QUACK!
[The cane comes flying out the kitchen followed by Martin. Daphne
storms out after him.]
Frasier: Oh for heaven's sake. Not again.
Martin: Just decided what I want for my birthday. Fire Daphne!
Daphne: You'd have to re-hire me first. Because I quit. I hope I
never see this place or that hateful old cankosaur ever
again.
Frasier: What is it this time?
Daphne: The usual. I ask him to do his exercises and he twists his
face up like a mewling little baby.
Martin: Why don't you tell him how you asked me to do it. By pouring
my beer down the sink and banging on the spaghetti pot with
a wooden spoon.
Daphne: I'm here for your health. I don't have to be your friend.
Martin: Well that's good because I've got a friend here [gestures to
Eddie] who doesn't happen to be a yammering nag!
Daphne: [throwing Martin's cane away] Eddie, fetch.
Frasier: [catching the cane] Oh stop this. You are having the same
argument all the time. You can just pick this up again
tomorrow. Tonight we are going to have a party. Dad, I went
down and got your favourite lemon cake. I also got some
snacks and some champagne. Can we all just agree to try and
have a little fun this evening? [The doorbell rings] Now
that is probably Roz. She's been very down this week and
what she's in need of is a very happy and care free
environment. Frankly I could use the same thing. Now can we
just agree to maybe a truce?
[Martin and Daphne mumble under their breaths about each other
annoyingly. Frasier opens the door to Roz.]
Frasier: Roz [kisses her hello]
Roz: Hey Martin [holding up a parcel] Happy Birthday!
Martin: You didn't have to do this. [looks inside and pulls out a
six pack of Ballantine's] Thanks Roz. I'll have to model it
for you later.
Daphne: He's already modelling the last one someone gave him.
Martin: Quack!
Frasier: Listen, I have a very nice evening planned. Can we all just
try to be civil?
[The doorbell rings and Frasier goes to answer. It's Niles.]
Niles: [storming in] You unprincipled charlatan. You unconscionable
fraud. [turning to Martin] Happy Birthday Dad.
Martin: Thanks.
Frasier: Niles, what are you talking about?
Niles: You spoke to a patient of mine today – Caroline. As a result
of your fast food approach to psychiatry she left me.
Frasier: Caroline was your patient?
Niles: Two years of my hard work wiped out by one of your two
minute McSessions.
Frasier: Niles, I merely suggested that she consider a change.
Niles: Based on what diagnostic method? One potato, two potato?
Daphne: Oh fancy that. A member of the Crane family who doesn't take
the time to do something.
Martin: Quack!
Niles: Exactly Dad. Quack.
Martin: [pointing his cane in Daphne's direction] I was talking to
her.
Niles: Don't you raise your cane at her.
[An unholy rabble begins with everyone arguing and trying to talk
over one another. Roz decides she's had enough and tiptoes away to
the front door which Frasier suddenly notices.]
Frasier: NO WAIT! Roz, where are you going?
Roz: I think I'd better leave.
Frasier: We were just talking. That wasn't fighting. We were talking.
Roz: I'd really just rather be by myself. Thanks guys. I had a
wonderful time.
Frasier: [shutting the door behind Roz] Well I hope you're happy.
You've ruined her evening.
Martin: Her evening? It's my birthday.
Daphne: Right. Well let's get that underway right now. [Daphne slams
the cake down on the table and stabs a candle into it]
Martin: I certainly don't want to keep anybody here a second longer
than they have to be so let's get this over with. Thanks for
a great party.
[Martin blows out his candle and the entire household is plunged into
darkness.]
Niles: Well, there's nothing wrong with Dad's lungs!
Daphne: Every light in the city is out. It must be a blackout.
Frasier: Don't panic. There's worse places we could all be in a
blackout. Like the elevator [realises] Oh my God, Roz.
Martin: Why couldn't it be Daphne? [there is a crash and a bang]
STOP DOING THAT!
[Scene 3 – Frasier's Apartment]
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOUR TELEVISION
(IT'S A BLACKOUT)
[Frasier's apartment is still in darkness. All that can be heard are
voices.]
Daphne: We just need to get some light in here.
Martin: Eddie, where are you?
Daphne: Oh, excuse me Dr. Crane.
Niles: Quite all right Daphne.
Frasier: Oh, Daphne, where are the hurricane lamps?
Daphne: They're in the kitchen. I'll get them.
Frasier: All right. Dad, why don't you light a fire?
Daphne: Oh, excuse me Dr. Crane.
Niles: Not your fault Daphne.
Martin: Eddie. Where are you Eddie?
[There is a sound of a crash and a muffled bark.]
Frasier: [annoyed] I've found him!
[Daphne lights a hurricane lamp and some light is restored to the
apartment.]
Daphne: Well that's better.
Martin: I'm going to go get my radio. See what the hell's going on.
Frasier: [struggling up off the floor] All right.
[The front door opens to reveal Roz]
Frasier: Oh Roz.
Roz: I'm fine. The blackout hit just as the elevator doors opened
on the fourteenth floor. So I stood in the hallway trying to
decide whether to come back in here with you guys or take my
chances on the pitch black streets with the muggers and the
weirdo's. So I went down a couple of flights…and then I
changed my mind. Meanwhile someone's probably looting my
apartment!
Niles: Yes. I hear there's a thriving black market in badly
designed Formica coffee tables.
Roz: At least I have my own sense of style. You won't even buy a
chair unless some fais French aristocrat has sat his fat
satin fanny in it!
Niles: Louis the Fourteenth was not fais. Everyone wore garters in
the eighteenth century.
[Niles and Roz begin arguing with each other which Frasier is forced
to break up.]
Frasier: SILENCE ENFANTS!!! Now we can all sit here in the dark and
be miserable or we can try to have some fun.
Niles: I'm going to call Maris.
Frasier: Well, Niles has voted. Who votes for fun?
Roz: I'm going to go and get a big glass of wine.
Daphne: Well, it looks like the steaks we were going to have are
out. I better go and see what I can find.
Frasier: Thanks, Daphne.
[Niles is bent down and Daphne turns quickly and bangs into him.]
Daphne: Oh, sorry Dr. Crane
Niles: Excuse me Daphne.
Martin: [coming through with the radio to his ear] The power is out
all over south Seattle. They're working on it now.
Niles: [talking on the phone to Maris] Hello Maris. Thank God I got
you. Listen, darling, there is no need to panic. The most
important thing is to stay calm…..About the blackout…..Maris?
Take off your slumber mask…..[Niles suddenly holds the phone
away from his ear]…..Ooh! No darling, darling, don't panic.
Honey, no, Honey, hon, ho, ho, h…..[puts the phone off and
back in his pocket] She's fine!
[The scene switches to the kitchen where Daphne and Roz are drinking
wine and pulling ice cream out of the fridge.]
Daphne: Ooh, yum, scrum. Something nice. Tubs of cookies and cream
and vanilla fudge.
Roz: Mmm, well let's take care of these right away before they
melt.
Frasier: There's no need to worry ladies. The freezer will keep them
cold for at least 24 hours.
Daphne:
Shut up!
Roz:
[Back in the living room]
Martin: [bored] Well I don't like to get nostalgic but it was sure
great last year when you forgot my birthday!
Frasier: You know what we need to do? We need to liven things up a
little bit. How about a game? What was that game we played
at the Rambican's when they were costuming the servants for
the living chess match. It was…er…oh yes I remember – "I'm
the dullest person".
Roz: At least pick a game someone else has a chance of winning.
Frasier: Well that's got things shaken. OK. Come on Dad. What the
game is – we all get pennies and we're supposed to try and
get the other person's pennies.
Martin: [sarcastic] Please, slow down!
Frasier: [gathering everyone round the table] All right now. If I was
going to go I would say, "I am the dullest person because…I
have never been on a rollercoaster". All right? And then all
of you that have been on a rollercoaster would give me a
penny. Now we all have our pennies. Who would like to go
first? Daphne?
Daphne: [bored] I can't think of anything.
Frasier: Of course you can. Just say the first thing that comes into
your mind. I'm the dullest person because…
Daphne: [becoming increasingly exasperated] Oh I don't know. Because
I've never made love in a lift or a phone booth or on an
aeroplane or a merry-go-round.
Frasier: OK – that's good but strategically speaking that's not the
best way to get our pennies. You see it should be something
that someone else might have actually…[Roz throws in a
penny]…done.
[Roz throws in more pennies while everyone around the table just
looks at her in amazement.]
Roz: I was in college. I was trying to find myself.
Niles: All you needed to do was look under the nearest man.
[Roz kicks Niles under the table.]
Frasier: All right Dad. Get our pennies.
Martin: All right. I'm the dullest person because I've never been to
France.
Frasier: Good Dad. That's getting into the spirit of it. All right
Niles. What's something you've never done.
Niles: Well, let's see. I'm the dullest person because I've never
sabotaged my brother's career.
Frasier: Will you give it a rest?
Daphne: Oh your father could show you how to do that.
Martin: Quack Quack!
[Yet another argument breaks out between everyone while Roz sits in
the middle.]
Roz: WILL YOU PEOPLE STOP? You are torturing me. I could report
you to Amnesty International.
Martin: [getting up] That's it, I'm outta here.
Frasier: Oh Dad. Dad. You haven't even cut your cake yet. Where are
you going?
Martin: I'm going to sit in the tub with a hairdryer and wait for
the power to come back on.
Niles: Well this blackout could go on all night. It's time I braved
the dark street sand got back to my Maris. I just hope it
isn't like the lightning storm last month. The only way I
could coax her out from under the bed was by tying a Prozac
to the end of a string!
[Act 2]
[Scene 1 – Frasier's Apartment.
Frasier heads out to the balcony to find Roz there. No one else is to
be seen.]
Frasier: Roz. Like to have a little cake?
Roz: No thanks. This reminds me of Wisconsin. All dark and
deserted.
Frasier: That's on the licence plate isn't it? Roz – what's the real
reason you didn't go to your reunion? You've always made it
before.
Roz: Well…no. No. You said you didn't want to hear any more
problems today and I don't blame you.
Frasier: I think we have time for one more caller.
Roz: Well. Every year I go to my reunion. My relatives crowd
around me and I answer the same questions. No, I'm not
married. No, I don't have any kids. Yes, I still have that
tattoo. No, you can't see it. It would just be so nice if I
could at least say I have a great career.
Frasier: Roz, you do have a great career.
Roz: Tell that to my relatives. You know according to them I
spend four hours on the phone every day with a bunch of
losers and wacko's then I turn them over to some tedious
know-it-all who gives them pointless advice. [Frasier looks
none too amused] Oh that's not me talking. That's my Uncle
Ned.
Frasier: Oh yes – the cow haberdasher. You know Roz – ten years ago
KACL didn't have any women producers? You're a pioneer.
You've won awards. You help people.
Roz: Sounds right when you say it.
Frasier: Maybe you're just looking for too much from your job. Start
exploring other areas of your life. Interests. Maybe a
serious relationship?
Roz: Maybe you're right. I mean how long can I go on chasing
these hunky twenty-five year olds that are all looks and no
substance?
Frasier: Exactly Roz.
Roz: No I'm serious. I'm asking. How long? Three, four years?
[There is the sound of breaking china from the kitchen]
Daphne: [from the kitchen] Oh bloody hell!
Frasier: [going through to the kitchen] Daphne? Are you all right?
Daphne: I've broke your father's souvenir spoon rest from Atlantic
City.
Frasier: Oh good.
Daphne: You know – when I have my own kitchen I'm going to put me
food right on the damn counter. I've always said as soon as
I've saved $2000 I'll get my own place.
Frasier: Well, how much have you saved?
Daphne: 4000. Oh, I know what you're thinking. What's wrong with me?
Why do I stay here?
Frasier: No, I was just thinking I must be paying you too much.
Daphne: My friends all say you should be on your own. Have a place.
Have a life. Why do I stay here?
Frasier: Could it be that, maybe, you like us? You know my
Grandmother used to have a cat. A mangy old thing. Kept
ruining the furniture and stuff. I asked her why she kept it
and she said that maybe it was because she liked having
another heartbeat around the house.
Daphne: It just makes me feel like I'm not very ambitious. I could
be working in a hospital or a clinic.
Frasier: Of course you could Daphne, but maybe that's not what's
important to you right now. I think you like being part of a
family. What's wrong with that?
Daphne: Nothing I suppose. Although my friends wonder how I can live
with such demanding men?
Frasier: They call me demanding, do they?
Daphne: No. Actually they call you a pompous ass!
Frasier: And now you've learned that I'm not?
Daphne: No. I've learned to work around it.
[Martin storms into the kitchen and heads for the fridge.]
Martin: Excuse me I'm getting a beer. And yes I know it's not good
for me. And yes I know it's going to make me fat. And yes I
know it'll keep me from doing my exercises. Do you have
anything to add to that?
Daphne: Yes. Happy Birthday you old sod! [she kisses Martin on the
cheek then leaves]
Martin: They try to confuse you on purpose. [takes a swig from his
beer before putting it down in disgust] Room temperature!
Just like merry old England. Another place that I'll
probably never get to.
Frasier: Dad, you used to talk about going to Europe when your hip
improves. Now you're saying you'll never get there? What's
changed?
Martin: Nothing! My hip's the same as it was a year ago. I had it in
my head it would be better by now but I'm not and I'm
probably never going to be. Ah, you don't understand. You're
happy just sitting on your can, doing your little radio
show, living inside your head. But I'm used to being out
there.
[Frasier and Martin walk back through to the living room to find
Eddie standing on the table trying to get off an ice cream tub, that
has got stuck on his face, with his paws]
Martin: Eddie!
Frasier: Listen, Dad. You can still travel. [Martin dismisses him]
You can. You can't walk around Paris – you can sit at a nice
café and let Paris walk past you. Maybe buy a glass of wine
for a beautiful Mademoiselle. Get yourself a nice bottle of
imported beer.
Martin: I only like Ballantine's.
Frasier: In Paris Ballantine's is imported beer. And you are the
handsome American with the adorable accent.
Martin: They like moustaches over there don't they?
[Just as Martin is warming to the idea the door bursts open to reveal
Niles breathless and looking like he's just ran a mile.]
Niles: Nineteen floors down to my car! Garage doors electric! Can't
open! Twenty floors back up! Lost count! Bad lady upstairs!
Big dog! Need place to die!
Roz: [from the balcony] Same to you buddy.
Martin: Who are you talking to?
Roz: Some rowdy guys downstairs. Come on out here Martin. I want
you to introduce us.
Martin: [going outside] All right. Keep your pants on.
Frasier: Here, Niles. Let me take your coat.
Niles: Haven't you taken enough from me today?
Frasier: Oh Niles. You're being silly and irrational.
Niles: Sticks and stones.
Frasier: You're acting just like Dad.
Niles: [irate] You take that back.
Frasier: You know you're not really mad at me Niles. You know I
didn't tell that woman to leave you. I merely suggested it
as an option. It was all her choice. Could it be that you're
really upset just because you couldn't help that woman?
Niles: You know I really hate that. When you take a simple
criticism and you turn it back on me.
Frasier: I think I'm right.
Niles: Well, of course you're right. Why do you think I hate it? Do
you have any idea what I went through trying to help that
woman?
Frasier: Yes I think I do. Niles. You're a perfectionist. As faults
go that's not such a bad one to have.
Niles: It just would have been nice if I could have been the one to
tell her that it was time to go. Instead she had to hear it
from some glib albeit insightful radio pundit!
Roz: [coming back in with Martin and Daphne] Those rowdy guys
downstairs invited us to a blackout party.
Martin: They have cold beer.
Roz: And Carlsberg.
Daphne: You know, it's funny. I was feeling a bit down before but
suddenly I'm in a party mood.
Frasier: What about our party?
Roz: There are people downstairs.
Martin: They have a barbecue.
Niles: Come on Frasier.
Frasier: No. No. No thank you. I'm not really in the mood anymore.
Daphne: Don't be a party pooper.
Martin: Oh let him be. He's always been that way.
Frasier: Excuse me. Just a second. I think maybe it's time for a
little lesson about what it's like to live the life of this
particular party pooper. I spend the whole damn week
ministering to the troubled and the neurotic and the
sometimes just plain goofy. Then I hang up my earphones and
it doesn't end there. Out on the street, at the café, even
in this building – more people come up for help. More
problems. I suppose they just think it's OK. It's what I do.
But every time I try to help them it costs me a little piece
of myself. A little bit here. A little bit there. A little
bit here. A little bit there. So I end up feeling like a
zebra carcass on the Serengeti surrounded by burping
vultures! Well this happened to be one of those weeks. I had
my escape planned. I was going to come home for an evening
of fun with my extended family. What do I get? I get the
four of you going at each other like the Borges on a bad
day! So I role up my sleeves. And I tend to each one of you.
And you all feel better. And the minute you get the whiff of
mesquite coming from down below you are out the door without
so much as a thank you. Well, thank you for the invitation
but I am frankly fed up with people and their problems. The
Doctor is out.
[Everyone starts to apologise and come towards Frasier to say sorry.]
Frasier: OK – apologies accepted!
[Everyone about turns and heads for the door.]
Frasier: No, look. I love you all. I really do. What I want is to be
left alone right here where no one needs anything from me.
Martin: Well OK. I'll bring you some barbecue.
Roz: Oh my God it's dark out here.
[The four of them head out leaving Frasier alone in the apartment in
silence. Frasier sits down in happiness and picks up his book. Eddie
comes in and leaps up on the sofa next to Frasier. He lies on his
back and wriggles about.]
Frasier: Oh for God's sake Eddie. No. I'm not going to do it. No.
[Frasier looks away from Eddie who lies prostate on the sofa.
Eventually Frasier turns back towards him and tickles his stomach.]
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