Adventures In Paradise [1] Written by Ken Levine
& David Isaacs
Directed by James Burrows
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Production Code: 2.8
Episode Number In Production Order: XXX
Original Airdate on NBC: XXX
Episode filmed on XXX
Transcript written on 9th June 2000
Transcript {mike lee}
ACT ONE
Scene One – KACL
Frasier comes back on the air after a commercial. Roz is reading a
magazine in her booth.
Frasier: Hi, we're back. Roz tells me we have Chester on the line.
[connects] Hello, Chester. How can I help you?
Chester: [v.o.] I don't know. I've had a lot of fights with my wife
lately. She feels I'm just wasting my life, standing still—
Frasier: Spinning your wheels?
Chester: Huh? I don't follow.
Frasier: Chester, I'm afraid this problem might be just a little too
complex for the few seconds we have remaining. Uh, why
don't you try to call us back tomorrow, I'll make sure that
you get on first thing.
Chester: Gee, it's awful tough to get through.
Frasier: Well, I'll tell you what, hang tight and when I get off the
air I'll pick up and try to help you then.
Chester: Take your time.
Frasier: O.K., everybody, I've got to scoot. Bulldog's up next after
the news with the Gonzo Sports Show. Today's topic: What's
wrong with our Seattle Mariners? If you haven't had a
chance to voice your opinion on that in the last eighteen
years, you'll want to today! So long, all.
He goes off the air and comes into Roz's booth.
Frasier: Well, Roz, that was a pretty good show!
Roz: [distracted] Mmm-hmm.
Frasier: Well, what are you reading so intently?
Roz: Oh, it's, uh, "Seattle" magazine, it's their "up-and-comers"
issue—the hottest hundred men and women in town.
Frasier: Oh, let me see.
Roz: Don't you want to finish up with Chester?
Frasier: Oh, you heard him, he can wait. [flips through it]
Roz: If you're looking for yourself, you're not in there.
Frasier: Oh. [keeps flipping]
Roz: And your brother Niles isn't in there either.
Frasier: Cool! [notices] Oh, my. Who is this fresh angel? Madeline
Marshall, #47?
Roz: Ooh, manufactures her own line of sportswear!
Frasier: God, she's a stunning woman. "Single, patron of the arts,
MBA at Stanford"—well, if you have to go to school on the
West Coast. Oh, oh, oh, and what she looks for most in a
man: "someone who knows how to . . . listen." Roz, I'm in
love!
Roz: Well, why don't you call her up and ask her out?
Frasier: Oh yeah, right.
Roz: Well, I'm serious, Frasier! What have you got to lose?
Frasier: I couldn't just call her out of the blue! She doesn't even
know who I am!
Roz: You're on the radio, a lot of people know who you are.
Frasier: Yes, well then why am I not in this magazine?
Roz: Because those are important people. [picks up the phone]
I'll gonna call her up.
Frasier: Oh, no, no!
Bulldog charges in with his sound-effects cart.
Bulldog: Hey, doc!
Frasier: Bulldog.
Bulldog: Just got back from the gym! Did an hour on the Stairmaster!
What do you think? [turns around and slaps his buttocks]
Like a couple of little cherry tomatoes, huh?
Frasier: Thank you, Bulldog, you've just put me off salads for a
month.
Bulldog: [sees the magazine] Hey, what have we got here?
Roz: Hello, is Madeline Marshall there? Dr. Frasier Crane.
Bulldog: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute! This Madeline Marshall,
you know her?
Frasier: Well, no, no, I found her attractive, and Roz insisted on
calling her.
Bulldog: Wow, small wonder: smart, sophisticated, and I like a woman
who doesn't wear underwear.
Frasier: She's wearing a business suit.
Bulldog: That was a general comment.
Roz: Hi, Miss Marshall? Could you please hold for Dr. Crane?
Thank you.
She pushes Hold and steps back. She and Bulldog urge Frasier to pick
up the phone.
Frasier: Oh, all right. "Once more unto the breach." [picks up and
punches line one] Hello, this is Dr. Frasier Crane. I know
we've never met, but you know, from everything I know about
you, you just seem like the most fascinating person. I was
just wondering if—well, why don't I just come out and say
it? Would you be so good as to have dinner with me tonight?
Oh well, well, that's very gracious of you to accept,
Chester, but I didn't mean you. [to Roz] Roz, you could have
told me Madeline was on line two!
Roz: You could have asked.
Frasier switches lines and tries again.
Scene Two – Apartment
Martin is reading the paper. Daphne is writing a letter.
Daphne: Mr. Crane, is the proper term "serial killer" or "serial
murderer?"
Martin: Serial killer, why?
Daphne: Oh, just letting my old mum know what's going on in Seattle.
She worries when she doesn't hear from me.
Niles comes out of the kitchen with a glass of wine. Martin produces
a box of authentic Cuban cigars.
Martin: Hey Niles, how about a nice Havana to go with that wine?
Niles: Thank you! Aren't Cuban cigars illegal?
Martin: Yeah, I got a friend in Customs over at Seatech. He
confiscated them from some high school teacher who claimed he
was bringing them into the country for a civics lesson! I
mean, when are people going to learn? Rules are only rules
when they apply to everyone!
He takes one and motions Niles to light him up.
Daphne: Oh, I love to see a man with a cigar. [Niles turns toward
her, leaving Martin hanging] It reminds me of my grandfather.
Morning to night, he used to sit with a great big stogie
dangling from his lips. Oh, the hours we kids used to spend
sitting on his lap, playing with the yellow whiskers beneath
his nose. Then he'd take out his teeth with the cigar still
in them and chase us around the room! We'd all laugh and
laugh . . . then suddenly Grampa's mood would change and we'd
all have to run for our lives. You can't buy memories like
that.
Frasier comes out wearing a smart suit, but carrying his shoes.
Frasier: Damn it! Eddie, I know you took the socks that go with this
suit. Now where are they?
Eddie pulls a pair of brown socks from under the couch.
Frasier: Brown socks with a blue suit? I think not, try again.
[Eddie pulls a pair of black ones from under the cushions]
Thank you.
Niles: And where are you off to?
Daphne: Dr. Crane has a blind date tonight.
Niles: Really, with who?
Frasier: Madeline Marshall. She has her own sportswear concern, and
according to "Seattle" magazine, she is the forty-seventh
hottest person in Seattle.
Niles: That article is a sham.
Martin: Not in it, huh?
Niles: Can you believe it?
Frasier: Yes, well, I'm off! You know, I have a good feeling about
tonight. I have a song in my heart, a little dance in my
step, and dog saliva around my ankles!
BUSMAN'S HOLIDAY
Scene Three – Degas
A small, quaint French gourmet restaurant. Frasier and Madeline
Marshall—an attractive redhead in her thirties—are seated.
Madeline: This is wonderful! I've never even heard of this place.
Frasier: Oh well, my goodness, you're in for a treat. Degas is the
pinnacle of French country dining. It's just Etienne
Degas, his wife and daughter, and they'll treat us as if we
were family. Well, you know, I couldn't help being
flattered when you told me that you knew my show. Can I
count you among my devoted listeners?
Madeline: Well, actually my secretary listens to it—but I try to
catch as much as I can when I cross back and forth through
her office.
Etienne Degas enters.
Etienne: Bonsoir, monsieur, madame, and welcome to Degas. Our
special tonight is our fabulous Crispie Duck!
Frasier: Oh, yummy. And to start off we'll have a bottle of the
Chateau Neuf du Pape '89.
Madeline: Ah, the only one in that decade to outdo the '88. That's
the one to get!
Etienne: Ah, excellent choice!
As he leaves, he shakes a "Way to Go!" fist at Frasier.
Frasier: You know wine.
Madeline: Well, I try to make it a point to acquaint myself with the
finer things in life.
Frasier: Oh well, what would you like to know about me?
Madeline: Well, for starters, why is a man as charming as you still
out there?
Frasier: Well, actually, I . . . I'm recently divorced.
Madeline: Oh, thank goodness. For a second there I thought you were
one of those strange single men still living with his
parents! [laughs]
Frasier: Yeah, yeah, your heart really has to go out to those sad
saps.
Madeline: I'm divorced also.
Frasier: Oh well, we have so much in common.
Madeline: I caught him cheating with my sister.
Frasier: Fabulous! The same thing happened to me.
Madeline: Boy, my sister gets around!
Frasier: It's good to see that you've still kept your sense of
humor.
Madeline: Yeah, but it isn't easy to get over something like that, is
it?
Suddenly, this is something beyond a run-of-the-mill date.
Frasier: No . . . no, it's not. [sighs] Those nights when you ask
yourself how could this have happened? Was I insensitive
to her needs?
Madeline: Was I too devoted to my work?
Frasier: Was I simply not good enough in bed? [off her look] You'll
reach for anything!
A young busboy comes and fills their water glasses. From the
kitchen, the voices of the Degas family suddenly explode.
Etienne: [o.s.] What are you telling me?! You are pregnant?!
Mrs. Degas: [o.s.] Keep your voice down!
Yvette: [o.s.; crying] I told you, Mama! I told you he would be
like this!
Etienne: Who is the father?! I want to know! [the busboy's hand
shakes, spilling the water] Who is the father?!
Yvette: I won't tell you!
Etienne: Ha, ha, ha! When I find this man, I will kill him! I'll
snap his neck like a stale baguette!
The busboy retreats and huddles into the corner. Etienne, all
smiles, comes out with a bottle of wine.
Etienne: Monsieur, Madame, your wine.
Frasier: Yes, that's the one.
Etienne: One moment, I will just go and open it. Ah, this will be a
night to remember, no?
Frasier: Oh yes!
Etienne goes back to the kitchen.
Etienne: [o.s.] Are you going to tell me?!
Yvette: [o.s.] No, no!
Frasier: You know, there's a clam house up the road that has a late
seating—
Madeline: Oh no, I think we're getting the most bang for our
entertainment buck right here.
Yvette: I am sick of you!
Etienne: Ah, you don't think I am sick of you? You and your
cuttlefishy face? I spit on your cuttlefishy face!
Mrs. Degas comes out with Yvette. By now, everyone's attention is on
the unfolding drama.
Mrs. Degas: Pardon, monsieur, are you not the one who gives advice on
the radio?
Frasier: You listen to my show?
Mrs. Degas: No, but my sous-chef does, and I hear you when I walk
back and forth through the kitchen. Monsieur, you must
help me. Etienne!
Etienne comes out.
Frasier: You know, listen, if-if everyone comes out here, how will
you know when our duck is crispy?
Mrs. Degas: Etienne, this is the doctor from the radio.
Etienne: Ah, oui, oui, oui!
Mrs. Degas: Please, monsieur, you must talk to my husband. My
daughter is with child, and he does not understand that
these things happen!
Etienne: Don't talk to me, talk to this tramp! [to Madeline] Do
you believe my daughter, madame?
Madeline: You should meet my sister.
Mrs. Degas: As if I wasn't pregnant when we got married, eh?
Etienne: Oh, I wish I had been killed in the war!
Mrs. Degas: Oh, it's hard to get killed when you run the other way!
All three of them start arguing hotly.
Frasier: [taking charge] Silence! Silence! I need both of you to
try to calm down. I'll see what I can do. Monsieur Degas,
you are angry now. That is a temporary emotion. You are
devastated because you think the bond between a father and a
daughter has been broken. She is no longer your little
girl. But that's not possible. That bond cannot be
broken—not even by that young man cowering there in the
corner who is so obviously the father.
Mrs. Degas and Yvette gasp, the busboy cringes, the whole restaurant
reacts.
Frasier: Come out. [the busboy shakes his head] Come out, it's all
right. [he still won't come] We need more water!
That persuades him to come over.
Etienne: You? You can't even get water in a glass, how could you do
this?!
Frasier: Monsieur Degas, please—hold your daughter in your arms and
tell her how you really feel.
Etienne: Yvette . . . ah, Yvette, Yvette, ma petite . . .
Yvette: Papa . . .
They hug and kiss. All the customers applaud, including Madeline.
Etienne and Yvette go back to the kitchen. Mrs. Degas hugs Frasier.
Mrs. Degas: Thank you, monsieur, you are a god! [to Madeline] And
you, mademoiselle, are very lucky.
Madeline: I'm starting to realize that.
Frasier: [modestly] Just another evening out with Dr. Frasier
Crane.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
LET'S GET AWAY FROM IT ALL
Scene Four – KACL
Roz is still reading "Seattle" magazine. Frasier, ebullient, comes
in.
Frasier: Hi, Roz!
Roz: Hey, Frasier.
Frasier: Again, thank you.
Roz: It's O.K., Frasier, you've thanked me every day for the last
two weeks.
Frasier: Yes, but if it hadn't been for you, I never would have met .
. . [sighs] Madeline. It's just—you know, we went out again
last night, and it's just perfect between us! We talk, we
can laugh at the same—
Roz: Just stop. Did it ever occur to you that since I'm in one
of the worst dating droughts of my entire adult life, that
to hear you prattling on like a giggling schoolgirl about
your storybook romance might be the teensiest bit
irritating?!
Frasier: No, it hadn't, and you're right, Roz. I'm sorry, sometimes
I can be so insensitive. But, you know, Madeline's helping
me with that, she is so good, she is so good, and you know,
every time—
Roz screams and batters her clipboard against her forehead.
Frasier: It's just that I haven't felt this way since—since my
divorce. Everything seems so right. You know, I haven't
said this out loud, but here goes: it's possible that she
could be the woman I spend the rest of my life with.
Roz: Go. Go do that. Get married, have a couple of kids, move
out to the country, buy a puppy, live happily ever after!
Just don't tell me about it, I need a boyfriend!
Frasier: Dear Roz. Dear, silly Roz. Dear, silly, horny Roz.
Madeline comes into Frasier's booth at the other end.
Frasier: Oh, oh, look! It's—
Roz: Madeline!
Frasier runs in to greet her, and hurriedly introduces her to Roz.
Frasier: Oh, God, what a surprise to see you.
Madeline: Well, I hope you don't mind me stopping by, but I have a
meeting with a buyer across the street in ten minutes, and
there's something that I wanted to talk to you about.
Frasier: Oh well, here, please, have a seat.
Madeline: [sits in his chair] Well, you know when we first started
going out, we both agreed we didn't want to rush into the
physical part, that we'd save ourselves for the right
moment.
Frasier: [looking around in surprise] It's now?
Madeline: No, actually, uh, I was wondering what you thought about us
going away for the weekend—just the two of us.
Frasier: Well, uh . . . I'd miss my favorite shows, but sure.
Madeline: I was thinking, two-three days . . .
They kiss. The kiss gets deeper. They throw their arms around each
other, with Roz watching from the other side.
Frasier: I was thinking more like a week.
Madeline: O.K., now for the really big question: When?
Frasier: Well, the minute we get there.
Madeline: No, actually, I meant when do we go?
Frasier: Oh, oh, let's see.
They both take out their appointment books.
Madeline: Now, let's see, I am good for the week of the sixteenth.
Frasier: The, uh, sixteenth—oh, no, sweeps week. How about the
twenty-third?
Madeline: Uh, no—trade show. Uh, thirtieth?
Frasier: No.
Madeline: That puts us into the next month. No, no—uh, the
twentieth?
Frasier: No.
Madeline: Well, this was a great idea, but we're both obviously too
busy. We'll do it another time. I got to run.
Frasier: O.K.
They kiss each other goodbye. The kiss deepens again, and this time
they tumble down over the console together.
Frasier: Let's go tomorrow.
Madeline: You're on.
Frasier: I know the perfect place—Bora Bora!
Madeline: Hubba Hubba!
Frasier: I'll make the arrangements.
Madeline: I'll meet you at the airport.
Frasier: O.K.
Madeline: O.K. Bye.
Frasier: Bye. [she heads out the producers' booth door] Oh, oh,
Madeline—[points her the other way]
Madeline: Bye.
She leaves. Frasier turns and sees Roz on the phone.
Roz: Hello, you don't know me, but I saw your picture in "Seattle"
magazine . . .
Scene Five – Apartment
That night, Niles and Martin are both relaxing with cigars. Martin
leans against the piano while Niles plays a snappy jazz ditty.
Martin: Ah, they don't write songs like that anymore.
Niles: This is really what "men" do, isn't it, Dad?
Martin: Yeah. This, and some things outdoors, but we'll just stick
to this for now.
Daphne comes out of the kitchen with a cigar of her own.
Daphne: I'm going to miss these little sweethearts.
She puckers her mouth and blows two perfect smoke rings.
Martin: Ooh, now there's a talent.
Niles: [mesmerized] I'll say. Just how do you do that?
Daphne: Oh, it's really very simple. Let me show you, it's all in
the tongue. [pulls him close and purses his lips with her
fingers] That's right, just purse your lips and pucker up
like a little goldfish. Just like that, you got it.
Frasier comes in and sees them—nearly mouth-to-mouth, sticking their
tongues toward each other's.
Frasier: Niles, what are you doing?
Niles: I'm learning how to blow smoke.
Frasier: Where? Dad, I thought I asked you to smoke those things out
on the balcony.
Martin: It's cold out there.
Frasier: Fine, all right. Maybe an errant ash will flick off and
ignite your easy chair.
Martin: You're in a fine mood. What's the matter with you?
Frasier: Madeline and I are going to Bora Bora tomorrow.
Martin: [sitting] Why do bad things happen to good people?
Niles: When did this come about?
Frasier: Just about an hour ago, when Madeline came down to the
station. We got caught up in a moment of passion, before I
know it I'm going halfway around the world with a woman I
hardly even know! It just isn't like me, I guess I'm
getting caught up in the romance.
Daphne: Well, I'm not sure about the psychological ramifications of
this, but it seems like a good thing to me.
Frasier: Yes, well, to the untrained eye, yes, but what if we hate
each other? End up being stuck together for a week!
Daphne: Oh, that won't happen. If anything, you'll come back even
more in love than ever.
Frasier: Even worse! If it goes perfectly, then it means we'll start
talking about a serious commitment, then living together and
then marriage, and . . .
Niles: If you ask me, Frasier, your trepidation is well-founded.
It is possible to move a relationship along too fast, and
ultimately marry too hastily. You could find, a few years
down the line, that the person isn't really right for you,
and then what happens if you meet the right person, someone
who really excites you and makes you feel alive, but you
can't act upon it because you're trapped in a stale, albeit
comfortable Maris! [everyone stares at him] . . . marriage.
I have to go now.
He grabs his coat and makes a hasty exit.
Martin: Hey, let me ask you one question, Frasier: did you feel a
spark when you met this woman?
Frasier: Like fireworks.
Martin: Well, then go for it! You know, these things don't happen
that often. It's like when I met your mother, it was at a
crime scene. Hester was a psychiatrist, so every now and
again the department would have her run up a profile on a
suspect. I remember the first time I met her—it was over
the chalk outline of a murder victim. She drew a little
smile on the head of the outline, and I drew a pair of eyes,
and before you knew it we were laughing like a couple of
kids.
Frasier: Dad, you're a ghoul.
Martin: I was joking. We couldn't draw on the outline, they hadn't
moved the body yet.
Frasier: Yes, well, your corpse-strewn romance notwithstanding, I
still feel just a little bit skittish about this whole
thing.
Daphne: Well, Dr. Crane, if you'd like a feminine point of view—just
shut your bloody cake hole and go! I mean, look what
happened when you took a chance and called this woman.
You've been whistling a happy tune ever since.
Frasier: Well, that is true.
Martin: Yeah! So make another bold move! Do something to make
yourself happy.
Daphne: Yeah, go on!
Martin: Hey, you won't regret it!
Frasier: Oh, all right, I'll do it!
Martin: Attaboy! That's great, that's terrific!
Frasier: O.K., but don't think I don't know that you're mostly
excited just to get me out of the house for a week!
Martin: It will be sweet, won't it?
Martin and Daphne sit back, savoring their cigars.
PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN GRASS HOUSES
Scene Six – Bora Bora
Frasier and Madeline enter their beachside bungalow. In the
background are the sounds of waves and tropical birds.
Frasier: [tipping the bellboy] Thank you.
Madeline: This is gorgeous, I'm so glad you suggested it.
Frasier: It's even more beautiful than I remember. You know what
the natives say, they say that Bora Bora is the end of the
world and the doorway to heaven.
Madeline seductively lies down on the bed.
Madeline: This could be the doorway to heaven for us.
Frasier: [turns around] I'm certainly glad that you're the one that
said that first. You know, I didn't want this to seem like
our trip was just about sex, but . . . who are we kidding?
He jumps down beside her. They embrace, kissing . . . and stop.
Madeline: I'm a little hot in these clothes, aren't you?
Frasier: I'm sweating like the pig that knows he's dinner!
Madeline: I'll be right back.
Frasier: Oink!
Madeline goes to the bathroom. Frasier gets up, opens the door and
goes out onto the balcony. A woman in the adjacent bungalow is
sunning herself in a deck chair with her back to Frasier. Frasier
breathes in the sea air. Everything is just perfect. Behind him,
Madeline crosses the room wearing only a towel.
Madeline: Frasier . . .
Frasier turns around. The towel drops to the floor.
Frasier: Oh, my God . . .
Lilith: Frasier?
The woman turns around. It's Lilith!
Frasier: OH, MY GOD!
And if that isn't the perfect place to say
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
I can't imagine one better.
Scene Z - KACL
Roz flips through "Seattle" magazine, finds a likely possibility, and
then flips through the phone book. Finding the number, she calls,
but it doesn't pan out. Finally, she opens the door and throws the
magazine out into the hallway.
This episode is continued in Part 2.
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