The Candidate Written by Chuck Ranberg &
Anne Flett-Giordano
Directed by James Burrows
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Production Code: 2.7.
Episode Number In Production Order: 31
Filmed on:
Original Airdate on NBC: 8th November 1994
Transcript written on 24th July 2000
Transcript {andrea day}
[Act One]
ANDY WARHOL SAID IT BEST
[Scene One - Frasier's apartment.]
[Frasier, Niles and Daphne are sitting on the couch. Martin is
standing behind them. Their attentions are tuned towards the
television.]
Martin: All right, now. Quiet, it's getting ready to start.
Announcer: The following is a paid political announcement for Holden
Thorpe.
Niles: You dragged us over here to see a commercial for Holden
Thorpe?
Martin: Shh!
Frasier: The man is a fascist. He's like Himmler without the
whimsy.
[Niles laughs at this, but Martin taps Frasier on the head with his
cane to shut him up. Cut to the TV commercial, which shows an
American flag and the title HOLDEN THORPE FOR CONGRESS. ]
Announcer: And now another American for Holden Thorpe.
Martin: [on television] Hi, I'm Marty Crane.
Frasier: Oh dear God.
Martin: [on television] For thirty years I was a cop walking a
beat in Seattle. Then my hip was shattered by an
assassin's bullet. An assassin who wouldn't have been on
the streets if it weren't for those bleeding hearts we
sent to Congress. [Martin is mouthing the words along with
his TV self] I used to carry a gun. Now I carry a cane.
I'm voting to elect Holden Thorpe. He's running because I
can't. [Frasier and Niles look horrified]
Martin: Well?
Daphne: Oh, Mr. Crane, I don't know what to say. I'm in a state of
shock.
Niles: Aren't we all?
Daphne: I mean, you were wonderful! [she hugs him] This calls for
a celebration. What'll you have?
Martin: Oh...give me a beer.
Frasier: Dad....how did this happen?
Martin: Well, I took a walk to the park last week and they were
having a rally for Thorpe. So I started to talk to one of
his people and told him I was an ex-cop and the next thing
you know they were shoving a camera in my face.
Frasier: This is appalling. Those people are exploiting you.
Martin: No, they're not. I like Thorpe.
Niles: Oh, how could you support that odious little hosehead? I
once heard him say "Cancer aside, tobacco is good for the
economy."
Martin: He's gonna put more cops on the street.
Daphne: [bringing Martin his beer] Yeah, well, it couldn't hurt.
Now that everyone and his brother's walking around armed.
Makes me glad we don't have so many guns in England.
Frasier: You don't need guns, you've got kidney pie.[The phone
rings] Hello? [to Martin] It's Duke.
Martin: Oh!
Niles: Sherry?
Frasier: I couldn't possibly, Niles. I'm too upset. [he and Niles
sit down at the table to play chess]
Martin: Oh yeah, yeah. I'm glad you liked it, Duke. Yeah, it was
fun. Hey, I got a lot of showbiz secrets to tell you.You
know they can make you cry on cue by pulling a hair out of
your nose? What? Really? Oh, guys, quick, over here--
channel 14, they're running my other spot! Hey, Duke, this
one was my idea. Remember when Lyndon Johnson lifted up
his shirt to show his scar?
Martin: [v.o.] Hi, I'm Marty Crane. Crime isn't pretty. And if you
don't believe me, look at this.
[Niles and Frasier turn just in time to see whatever "this" is. They
both gasp in horror.]
[Scene two - Cafe Nervosa.]
[Frasier is standing at the bar of the cafe. A waitress comes up to
take his order.]
Waitress: Can I help you sir?
Frasier: Yes, what are your specials today?
Waitress: Kenyan blend.
Frasier: No, no, no no. Still poaching elephants over there. Got
something else?
Waitress: Dark roast Brazilian.
Frasier: Not until they do something about the loss of our
rainforests.
Waitress: Salvadoran?
Frasier: No, I've never forgiven them for their human rights
violations.
Waitress: Well, then we're down to the Hawaiian Kona blend. Or, have
they slaughtered too many macadamia nuts?
Frasier: [gives her a look, then] That'll be fine, thank you. [Niles
walks up behind him.] Niles.
Niles: Frasier, I can't stand it. I just walked by an electronics
store and there in the window were 22 television sets and
on every screen was Dad's....[looks around]...butt.
Frasier: [nods] I saw it. I don't know which is worse--seeing his
butt, or what it stands for. I just can't believe that our
father is actually endorsing that self-serving fear monger.
[they sit at a table]
Niles: I've been giving this a lot of thought. And I realized Dad
isn't the problem. He's just supporting the candidate of
his choice. The problem lies with us.
Frasier: Us? We haven't done anything.
Niles: Exactly. "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil
is for good men to do nothing."
Frasier: Edmund Burke.
Niles: I have that quotation in a frame. I keep meaning to put it
up in my office but I never seem to get around to it. [the
waitress brings Frasier's coffee] Anyway, Frasier, I think
the time has come for you and me to get involved.
Frasier: What are you suggesting?
Niles: I propose we throw our support behind Thorpe's opponent,
Phil Patterson.
Frasier: Well, of course I intend to vote for Patterson.
Niles: I had something a little more ambitious in mind. I spoke to
some people down at Patterson's headquarters this morning,
and your name came up. They'd like you to film a TV spot
endorsing their candidate.
Frasier: Niles, listen. I'd really love to help, but surely you must
realize that as a radio psychiatrist, I can't take a chance
of alienating my listeners. The people that need my help
might be reluctant to call in if they knew my political
views.
Niles: Well, I wish you'd at least think about it. A candidate
like this doesn't come along that often. He's hard-working.
He volunteers weekends at a soup kitchen. He really cares
about people. Finally, a politician who believes in the
things we believe in.
[A young boy approaches with boxes of candy.]
Boy: Buy a box of chocolate--send a kid to camp?
Niles: Excuse me, can't you see we're talking here?!
[The boy slumps off as Frasier gives Niles a look.]
[Scene three - KACL.]
Frasier is doing his show.]
Frasier: Thank you for your call, Susan. We'll be right back after
this message.
[He puts in a commercial, which happens to be an ad for Holden
Thorpe.]
Man: [sound of sirens and guns] Crime--it's epidemic. It strikes
fast and it can strike you. I'm Holden Thorpe. You should
send me to Washington because...
Frasier: [cutting off the sound] It's better than having you here!
Roz: [entering Frasier's booth] Piece of work, isn't he? He makes
it sound like it's either vote for him or be found murdered
in your bed.
Frasier: Oh, I wouldn't be concerned if I were you, Roz. What are the
chances of finding you there alone.
[Bulldog enters with his cart of tricks.]
Bulldog: Hey, sports fan, how they hangin'?
Frasier: Okay, Bulldog.
Bulldog: I was talking to Roz.
[Bulldog smacks Roz on the behind. She turns, grabs his tongue, and
smacks it with a tape. ]
Roz: Ten seconds.
[She goes into her booth as Frasier turns up the volume on the
commercial for Holden Thorpe.]
Thorpe: So vote for me. My crime program will give the streets back
to the people.
Frasier: [on air] That's good. Because with your tax program, that's
where they'll be sleeping! Welcome back, Seattle. We'll be
back for just one more phone call after this news break. And
then next up, Bob "Bulldog" Briscoe..[Bulldog blows his
whistle and bangs a gong in Frasier's ear] and the Gonzo
Sports Show. [off air] I've asked you not to do that!
Bulldog: Way to be impartial, Doc. [honks horn] You know, I happen to
think Thorpe's a good man. Who you voting for, that pretty
boy Phil Patterson?
Roz: [enters] Yeah, Patterson's great. His reapportionment plan
makes a lot of sense.
Frasier: Forget it, Roz. He's happily married.
[She bares her claws at Frasier and then goes back to her booth.]
Bulldog: [chuckling] Yeah, so's Thorpe. Go figure. His wife's a cow
and he still loves her.
Frasier: There's a bumper sticker.
Bulldog: Be back in a minute. [leaves]
Roz: [through the glass] Hey, I liked that little shot you took
at Thorpe. Although our next caller doesn't seem to share
your opinion.
Frasier: Oh, really? Well, put him on. I welcome contrasting
viewpoints. [on air] Hello, Seattle, we're back. Roz, who do
we have on the line?
Roz: On line one we have Holden Thorpe. [Roz grins, but Frasier
does not look very happy.] Go ahead, caller.
Thorpe: [v.o.] Crane, Thorpe. Let me ask you something. Are you
married?
Frasier: Divorced.
Thorpe: You ever serve in the military?
Frasier: Well, actually, I have congenitally weak ankles, it's a
family problem.
Thorpe: I see, I see. So a guy like you--unmarried, didn't serve his
country--sees fit to criticize a patriotic family man who
fought in the Battle of Grenada. I went in on the first
wave, by the way.
Frasier: On a surfboard, I suppose?
Thorpe: If you ask me, the day we get the likes of you off the radio
will be the day America will be a nice, friendly place to
live again.
Frasier: All right, you've said your piece, now you're gonna listen
to mine! [Thorpe hangs up] Hang up on me, will you?! Well,
all right, even though you may not be listening, the people
of Seattle are gonna hear what I have to say!
Roz: No they won't. The show ended five seconds ago, I had to
send it to traffic.
[Frasier angrily throws off his headphones.]
CITIZEN CRANE
[Scene four - Frasier's apartment.]
[Frasier is in the process of rehearsing a political commercial in
his apartment. It's filled with lights and sound equipment and
various crew. Frasier is seated in the chair near the balcony door.
He is at first facing the balcony, but he then turns to face the
camera. ]
Frasier: Oh, hello there. I'm Dr. Frasier Crane. Many of you know me
from my radio show, but today I'm speaking to you as a
concerned citizen. [stands] As a mental health expert, I've
been listening to what my good friend Phil Patterson has to
say. I like the way his mind works. He's a visionary, and he
cares about the little people. That's why I'm proud to say
that I'm behind Phil Patterson for Congress.
[Phil Patterson comes up to him and shakes his hand]
Phil: Thanks, Frasier. [facing camera] Together, we can live the
dream.
Frasier: Phil Patterson: the sane choice.
Director: Okay, guys. Give us about five minutes to adjust the lights
and then we'll shoot it.
Frasier: Great.
Niles: Yes, yes, adjust those lights. They need to be, uh, lighter
and....you know, brighter.
[He trips over one of the lights. A crewman grabs it before it falls
and gives Niles a look. Niles, Frasier and Phil walk over to the
dinner table]
Phil: Thanks again, Frasier.
Niles: Oh, our pleasure, Phil. The Crane family has a long history of
political involvement. You know, my wife Maris actually has
all our servants down at your campaign headquarters licking
envelopes. She'd do it herself, but the poor thing...can't
produce saliva.
[Niles exits to the kitchen as Frasier and Patterson share a look.
Daphne then enters with Eddie]
Daphne: Hello, there.
Frasier: Oh, Daphne...I thought we agreed you'd keep him out of here
for two hours.
Daphne: Well, I walked him around the park, but you know how he
gets. He starts whining and whimpering until you can't stand
it any longer.
Phil: [bending down to pet Eddie] Oh, don't let them talk about
you like that, little fella.
Martin: [coming in the door] She was talking about me. Hi, Marty
Crane.
Phil: Phil Patterson. [they shake hands] You look familiar, Mr.
Crane, but I can't quite place you.
Martin: Oh, let me give you a hint. [he starts to pull down his
pants]
Frasier: Dad! [he shoos Martin away]
Martin: Just trying to help the guy!
Frasier: My father did a commercial for your opponent.
Phil: Yes, it came back to me.
Daphne: Hello, Daphne Moon.
Phil: Hi. [shakes hands]
Daphne: You know, my uncle was a political writer for one of those
London tabloids. I can still remember his biggest scoop. The
headline read: "High-ranking politician caught wearing
women's clothing." Of course, you turn to page two and you
found out it was Margaret Thatcher, but by then you'd
already bought the paper.
Phil: [struggling for words] Well, thank you, Miss Moon. [she
leaves]
Frasier: Say, Phil, it's getting a little hot in here. You wanna step
out on to the balcony with me, get a little fresh air?
Phil: Great. [as they walk out] Oh, beautiful view.
Frasier: Thank you. Yes, you know, I feel very lucky living here. I'd
like to say I feel lucky to be a part of your campaign as
well.
Phil: Oh, it's me who's lucky. It's quite a boost for an underdog
to get an endorsement from Frasier Crane.
Frasier: Oh, I don't know if my name carries that much weight.
Phil: Oh, come on, people love you. I've listened to your show. To
tell the truth, I've even thought of calling in.
Frasier: Really? What for?
Phil: Oh, it's...kind of sensitive.
Frasier: Listen, Phil, as a psychiatrist, anything you tell me will
be kept in the strictest confidence. [Phil still hesitates.
They both stare out at the view, not looking at each other]
You know, it's funny how the more you bottle things up
inside, the bigger they seem to be.
Phil: Well, I've never told anybody this before, but...okay, here
goes. Six years ago, I was abducted by aliens.
[Frasier, shocked, slowly turns his head to face Phil. He is
completely stunned.]
Frasier: Aliens?
Phil: They transported me up to their spaceship for a kind of
conference. They're very concerned about what we're doing to
our planet. [Frasier stares at Phil] Hey, you were right.
Now that I've said it out loud, it doesn't seem like that
big a deal.
Frasier: [far away] No...
[Phil gives Frasier a pat on the back as Niles walks up to the door.]
Niles: They're ready for you, gentlemen. Come on in here and let's
elect a Congressman!
[Phil exits to the living room, but Frasier is frozen.]
Niles: Frasier? [He gestures for Frasier to come in, but he doesn't
move] Frasier?
[End of Act One.]
[Act Two.]
LET'S JUST KEEP THIS
UNDER OUR SPACE HELMETS
[Scene one - Frasier's apartment.]
[It is a few moments after Phil's revelation. Frasier is now filming
the political commercial. He looks mortified.]
Director: We're rolling. And...action.
Frasier: [in his chair] Hello, I'm Dr. Frasier Crane. Many of you
know me from my radio show but today I'm speaking to you as
a concerned citizen...a deeply concerned citizen. [Niles
looks confused] As a mental health expert, I've been
listening to what my good friend Phil Patterson has to say.
[stands] I like the way his mind works. He's a visionary,
and he cares about...[whimpering]...the little people.
[Daphne and Martin share a confused look] That's why I'm
proud to say that I'm behind Phil Patterson for Congress.
[Phil walks up to Frasier. This time, Frasier jumps in fear]
Phil: Thanks, Frasier. [shakes his hand and faces the camera]
Together, we can live the dream.
Frasier: Phil Patterson: [almost in tears] The sane choice.
Director: Okay, cut it!
Frasier: God, I'm burning up! [He runs to the powder room to get a
washcloth.]
Director: Frasier, you were a little nervous on that one. Why don't
you take a couple of minutes and we'll try it again.
Martin: I got mine on the first take.
Niles: Frasier, may I see you in the kitchen? [they both exit to
the kitchen] What's going on in there? You look like a
zombie!
Frasier: Oh God, Niles! I've got something I'd really like to get
off my chest. [sits at a bar stool] But if I told you I'd
be violating a doctor-patient confidence.
Niles: Oh, I see. Well, nothing is more sacrosanct than our
professional ethics. [sits opposite Frasier] Fortunately, I
know a trick to get around them. For the next few minutes,
I'll be your psychiatrist, and then you can spill your guts
with impunity.
Frasier: Well, it's borderline, but I'm desperate!
Niles: All right.
Frasier: Just now, on the balcony, Phil Patterson told me that he
had been...abducted by aliens. [Niles stares] Apparently,
he was beamed up to the mother ship, for a little
interplanetary chitchat!
[Niles leans around to look outside the kitchen. He then leans back
to look at Frasier.]
Niles: This is bad, isn't it?
Frasier: Niles, this is incredible. It's just awful. We're gonna look
like such idiots!
Niles: We?! The whole thing was your idea. I knew I should never
have let you get me into politics!
Frasier: My idea?! [They argue over each other for a moment] Oh my
God, Niles, stop it! This isn't getting us anywhere!
Niles: All right, what are we going to do?
Frasier: Well, I think we have to convince Phil to drop out of the
race and seek professional help.
Niles: If Phil drops out, then Thorpe will win.
Frasier: Forget it, Niles!
Niles: Well, then you can forget education, and the environment,
and funding for the arts.
Frasier: Are you saying I should still back Phil?
Niles: All right. Answer me this: can you tell me with any
certainty that in such a vast universe there isn't
intelligent life on other planets?
Frasier: [glares] At the moment, I'm not sure there's intelligent
life in this kitchen!
Niles: All right, all right, all right. Let's assume that it's in
his imagination. How often does he see these aliens?
Frasier: Well, it's only happened the one time. [excited] Which might
suggest that it was an isolated incident brought on by
overwork rather than a pattern of paranoid delusion.
Niles: My diagnosis exactly!
Frasier: Phil has worked hard.
Niles: Yes.
Frasier: He deserves his chance.
Niles: Yes.
Frasier: He's still gotta seek professional help.
Niles: [forceful] Yes!! The best there is. But we're not going to
turn our backs on him three weeks before the election.
Frasier: No, damn it, we are not. [they shake hands] So, will you
treat him?
Niles: [as they exit] Are you kidding? I'm a doctor, not a miracle
worker!
THE FAULT LIES NOT IN OUR STARS,
BUT IN OURSELVES
[Scene two - KACL.]
[Frasier and Roz are in her booth during a commercial break. She is
plucking her eyebrows.]
Roz: I think it's time I get my eyebrows waxed. I'm starting to
get that Romanian peasant look again. Of course, it doesn't
help that I didn't get any sleep last night.
Frasier: Dating a snorer?
Roz: You know, Frasier, I'm getting just a little tired of your
constant insinuation that I sleep around. I didn't get any
sleep because of that idiot Chopper Dave. When he gets bored
doing traffic reports he likes to buzz people's apartments
in his helicopter.
Frasier: Oh, I can see how that would be annoying.
Roz: Well, it didn't bother me much, but the guy I was with is a
Vietnam vet and he started having flashbacks.
[Frasier gives her a look as Bulldog bursts in.]
Bulldog: Greetings, losers! Have you heard the great news?
Frasier: What, one of your over-paid idols passed his urine test?
Bulldog: Yeah, laugh all you can. Word's out about your pal Patterson
and those aliens of his.
Frasier: Oh, my God!
Roz: What aliens?
Bulldog: It's all over TV!
Frasier: How did they find out?
Bulldog: What, are you kidding? You can't keep something like this
quiet. Every station in town is serving his bleeding heart
up on a platter.
Frasier: Isn't that just like the media? The day before the election
they find one tiny flaw in a man and they try to ruin his
career! Well, you know what? I have my own conduit to the
public's ear. I'm not letting Phil go down without a fight!
[he storms into his booth]
Roz: What aliens?
Bulldog: Turns out Patterson's got a couple of illegal aliens from
Guatemala working in his house. No greencards, no documents,
no chance! [exits]
Frasier: [on air] Hello, Seattle. I'm back. This is Dr. Frasier Crane
and I have just learned during the commercial break that it
has become public knowledge that Phil Patterson, candidate
for Congress, believes in aliens from outer space. [Roz
looks up, stunned] Not only does he believe in them, he
believes he has met with them. That he was beamed aboard
their spaceship for a little interplanetary tete-a-tete.
[Roz shakes her head at him to stop] Shocked? Well, all
right. [Roz knocks on the glass, he ignores her] But I say,
let's ask ourselves these questions. Has this..[Roz pounds
on the glass, he waves her off]..harmless delusion, most
likely brought on by overwork and sleep deprivation,
adversely affected his voting record in any way? I ask you,
and I say no. What great leader doesn't have his quirks?#
Ronald Reagan saw an astrologist. General Patton believed in
reincarnation. Even J. Edgar Hoover let his slip show once
in a while! [Roz gives up and begins to pluck her eyebr!
ows again] People, we're talking about a great leader here!
We shouldn't concern ourselves with these minor
eccentricities. What's important--what really counts--is
what's in here. I'm pointing at my chest now.
[Roz rolls her eyes and buries her face in her hands as the scene
fades out.]
ONE PERSON SPEAKING OUT
CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE
[Scene three - Frasier's apartment.]
[It's the evening of the election. Daphne and Martin are watching the
results. Frasier is sitting near the balcony, defeated. ]
Announcer: The results from the last precinct are in. Holden Thorpe
has been elected to Congress, garnering a whopping 92% of
the vote.
[Martin claps]
Daphne: Well, at least Mr. Patterson got 8%.
Martin: Yeah, well, they must have been counting absentee votes from
the planet Krypton. [he laughs, Frasier looks miserable]
Daphne: Oh, come on now, Dr. Crane. It wasn't all your fault. I'm
sure having those Guatemalans in his home would have cost
him some votes anyway. [exits]
Frasier: Those Guatemalans were exchange students. Phil was giving
them free room and board as a goodwill gesture between
countries.
Martin: Well, I'd like to stay here and gloat, but I gotta get
changed to go to the big celebration down at Thorpe
headquarters. Hey, you're welcome to tag along if you'd
like. You're quite a hero down there. [he exits, laughing]
Frasier: No, thank you! [he hits himself on the forehead] Stupid!
Stupid! Stupid! When will I learn it hurts when I do that?!
[The doorbell rings. Frasier gets up and opens the door to
Phil.]
Frasier: Oh, Phil. Come on in.
Phil: Hi Frasier. Thank you. I just came by to return this good-
luck tie you loaned me. [hands him the tie]
Frasier: Yes, well, I saw you wearing it on television when you made
your concession speech.
Phil: It was a little embarrassing having to do it before lunch.
But it gave me some time to run some errands and pick up my
dry cleaning.
Frasier: Phil, I am so sorry about the misunderstanding.
Phil: Oh, it's okay. I know you didn't do it on purpose. You
thought you were defending me.
Frasier: The people of Seattle deserve something better than Holden
Thorpe.
Phil: That's politics. And it's just one election. I'll be back.
Frasier: You really think you can?
Phil: Maybe I'm a dreamer, but I like to believe anything's
possible. [he starts to leave]
Frasier: Phil...I've gotta ask you...do you really believe it
happened?
Phil: I honestly wish I could say it didn't, but it did. I guess
you'll never believe it unless it happens to you.
Frasier: So, what's next for you?
Phil: Maybe I'll run in California. A thing like this could
actually help me there.
[Phil leaves. Frasier shuts the door and walks over to where he laid
the tie. He picks it up for a moment and appears thoughtful. He then
puts the tie down and walks up to the balcony door to look out.]
Frasier: Anything's possible. [Suddenly, a bright light fills the
sky. Frasier frantically looks out to see what it could be.
He opens the door and looks up into the sky.] Oh, very
funny, Chopper Dave!
[He slams the door in disgust.]
Credits:
[Roz is sitting at a table in the Cafe Nervosa. She begins to pluck
her eyebrows. She plucks one and blows the eyebrow off the tweezers.
She continues to do this until the little boy with the candy comes up
to her. She blows one of her eyebrows at him to make him go away.]
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