Act One.
Scene One - Frasier's Bedroom.
It is pitch black at a quarter past six in the morning. The phone
rings. Frasier switches the light on revealing he is in bed. He
answers the phone.Frasier: Hello?
Carlos: [v.o] Dr. Crane?
Frasier: Yes, who's this?
Carlos: Dr. Kaufmann. Bob Kaufmann of the National Psychotherapy
Institute. Oh my gosh, it's six-fifteen in the morning
your time. I hope I didn't wake you.
Frasier: No, no, I was up. [sits up] Er, where did you say you were
calling from?
Carlos: The National Psychotherapy Institute...
CUT TO: KACL
We now see that it is not Dr. Kaufmann on the phone. Frasier is
actually on the receiving end of a prank call from KACL's new morning
team, "Carlos And The Chicken." Throughout this scene we swap between
KACL studios and Frasier's bedroom.
Carlos: ...in Saddle River, New Jersey.
Frasier: Oh yes, of course. What can I do for you?
Carlos: Oh, for Pete's sake. No one called you? You won our Radio
Therapist of the Year Award. Congratulations.
Frasier: [takes it in] Well, thank you. Of course, the work itself is
honor enough.
Carlos: Thank you! And I'm sorry about the mix-up. The problem is
we're going to need some pictures of you so we can get started
on the statue.
Frasier: Statue?
Carlos: For our Hall of Thinkers. [aside] Angie, he never got the
packet!
Frasier: Is there anything I can do?
Carlos: Well, it's a little late now, but maybe if you describe your
body we could get started on the preliminary carving. The
sculptor's right here. Fortunately we got Herr Gustav
Brumhalt.
Frasier: Oh, my.
The Chicken takes on the German accent of Gustav.
Chicken: Dr. Crane, please, ja?
Frasier: Yes, yes, this is Dr. Crane speaking. Herr Brumhalt, may I
say, it's quite an honor.
Chicken: Ja, Ja, Ja. We have your face, very handsome, but I need you
to describe your body.
Frasier: Yes, of course. Er, six foot one, medium build, broad
shoulders, sublimely proportioned...
Chicken: Ja, das ist gut, Ja. But before I order my marble I need to
describe your, how do I say this, where you sit? Ja?
Frasier: Oh, my posterior, yeah well, that's a little sensitive, isn't
it? [laughs]
Chicken: Oh, you don't want to tell me, I understand, it's a big one.
Angie, order the big marble, please.
Frasier: Please put Dr. Kaufmann back on.
Chicken: No, I have a better idea. Why don't you send us a picture of
your [reverts to normal voice] hindquarters and send it
into KACL's new morning team...
Chicken/Carlos: Carlos And The Chicken!
Carlos laughs into the mike while the Chicken buck-bucks like a chicken.
Frasier: [takes it in] Dr. Kaufmann? Angie?
CUT TO:
Scene Two - Frasier's Apartment.
Frasier enters from his room that morning as Daphne does the same.
Frasier is fuming, Daphne is trying to contain her laughter.
Frasier: Morning!
Daphne: [nearly laughing] Good morning, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: You won't believe what just happened to me! I was the victim
of a radio prank.
Daphne: Oh, how terrible! [swallows her laughter]
Frasier: Yes, it's a sad day when getting a man to describe his own
behind passes as humor.
Daphne ducks into the kitchen, laughing uncontrollably.
Frasier: You heard the whole thing, didn't you!
Daphne: [comes back with coffee] Ja! I'm sorry, Dr. Crane,
but they can be funny.
Frasier: Oh, that's all right, Daphne. "Carlos and the Chicken" are
the sort of performers who keep popping up on the radio
these days. So-called humorists who rely on cruel pranks and
scatological references. Well, I suppose that's the sort of
thing that passes for entertainment these days. You know,
perhaps it's just a generational thing.
Then Martin enters, walking cane in hand, laughing his socks off.
Martin: Man, they got you good! The Chicken was on fire! What a
great bit!
Daphne: Yeah, I think it will be bit of the day.
Martin: Yeah!
Frasier: [gets up] I'm going back to bed.
Martin: Frasier, wait a minute, can you get me a tape of the show?
Frasier: What on earth for?
Martin: How often do you get to hear your son on the radio?!
Frasier stares.
Frasier: I'm on the radio everyday!
He storms off to his room.
FADE OUT
Scene Three - Caf?Nervosa.
Frasier orders his coffee at the counter and meets Roz at a table.
Frasier: Hello Roz, I suppose you heard about my unscheduled appearance
on KACL's new morning show.
Roz: No, what happened?
Frasier: Well, the less said about it, the better.
Roz: Come on Frasier, why don't you pull up a couple of chairs
and tell me about it? [laughs]
Frasier sits.
Frasier: Was everyone in Seattle listening at six in the morning?
Roz: Did they do it at six? I heard the replay at eight.
Waitress: [bringing Frasier's coffee] I heard it at nine-fifteen.
Roz: Congratulations, you were bit of the day!
Frasier: Oh, I thought the entire thing was rude and childish.
Roz: Well, you're just mad because you fell for it. Come on,
Frasier, "Hall of Thinkers"?
Frasier: Well, it's not such a bad idea. In a society where we
glorify our athletes and rock musicians, I thought maybe
we should... [then] Well, it was early.
Meanwhile, Kenny, Carlos and the Chicken enter and sit down at the
opposite table. Roz notices them.
Roz: Hey, that's them over there with Kenny. Wow! The Chicken's
a lot cuter than he is on his billboard. Of course, he's not
squatting in a feather suit trying to hatch Carlos's head.
Frasier: Do you know, I think I might just go over there and introduce
myself.
Roz: I don't know what you're thinking, but don't.
Frasier: I'm just going to go over there and let them know that what
they did today was completely unacceptable.
Roz: Frasier, I know guys like this. Once they know they can
rattle you, they never stop. Just take your lumps and laugh
it off.
Frasier: I'm perfectly capable of laughing it off, I just want to let
them know that I don't appreciate being made the punch line
at my own station. I'm going to go over there and tell them
from now on, I don't want any part of their shenanigans.
Roz: Oh God, please don't say "shenanigans!"
Frasier goes over to the table.
Frasier: Hello, Kenny. I believe introductions are in order.
Kenny: Oh, right, Dr. Frasier Crane, this is the Chicken and Carlos.
Carlos: Ah, ah...
Kenny: What?
Carlos: We're actually called "Carlos and the Chicken."
Frasier: Yes well, nice to meet you boys. About this morning...
Kenny: Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, I don't want to see any feathers flying
here. [laughs] Just kidding.
Carlos: Dr. Crane, I hope we didn't go too far. We love your show.
Frasier: Really, you're listeners?
Carlos: Oh yeah, we're big fans. And you know, the last thing we want
to do is step on your toes.
Frasier: Well you know, you do tread a fine line with your style of
comedy, but perhaps you can be excused for stomping on it
rather exuberantly on your first day. Just keep in mind in
the future that this station does have a certain pecking
order. [laughs]
Carlos: We totally get it, Dr. Crane, it felt wrong when we did it.
Chicken: Sure did, sure you're not upset or anything?
Frasier: Oh no, no harm, no foul. [laughs]
Chicken: It's great meeting you, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: Likewise, boys. Hey, call me Frasier, but don't call me at
home.
Carlos: And Dr. Crane: we're listening!
Frasier laughs, and goes back to Roz.
Roz: Is it over? I couldn't look.
Frasier: For God's sake, Roz, have a little faith in me. After all,
I do reason with people for a living. It's all settled.
You know, they're good kids, really, quite sensible actually.
Roz: Yeah, if you go for beer-belching frat boy types - which I do,
was the Chicken wearing a wedding ring?
Frasier: You know, I really did overreact this morning. After all,
it was kind of cute, I suppose. [laughs] "Hall of Thinkers."
Never let it be said that Frasier Crane is the kind of man
who is incapable of laughing at himself.
The waitress brings him two cakes.
Waitress: These are for you.
Frasier: [laughs] Yes, I see, some patron has sent me some sticky
buns. [to caf?/i>] Very funny. Very funny, indeed.
Waitress: You ordered those, sir.
Frasier: Oh, so I did, thank you.
Frasier tucks in.
FADE TO:
TAKE THAT, ALFALFA
Scene Four - Frasier's Apartment.
Martin is on the phone to his friend. Frasier is drinking coffee
in his dressing gown. Daphne is also hanging around. The doorbell
sounds.
Martin: No kidding. He's flying you to Las Vegas for the fight?
[so Frasier can hear] That's a great son you've got there,
Duke.
Frasier gives him a look. Daphne opens the door to Niles.
Daphne: Good morning, Dr. Crane.
Niles: Hello, Daphne, Dad. Frasier, I thought you might like to
join me. I'm going down to Abigail's to have my crepe pans
re-seasoned.
Martin quickly turns away the phone so Duke doesn't hear.
Frasier: Gosh, I'd love to, Niles, but I've just drawn myself
a nice herbal bath.
Martin turns the other way.
Martin: [laughs] No, no, it's just Daphne, she's watching PBS. Okay,
I'll talk to you later, Duke. [hangs up] Does the whole world
have to know what goes on in this house?
Frasier: Help yourself to some coffee, Niles.
Niles: Thank you.
Frasier exits to the bathroom.
Daphne: Dr. Crane, how do you know it's time to have your crepe pans
re-seasoned, anyway?
Niles: It can be confusing. But this may help: "Saucepans in summer,
crepe pans in fall, when winter's upon us, there's food for
us all."
The phone sounds.
Martin: Whoever it is, I am not home, I am not here!
Niles answers the phone.
Niles: Hello.
Chicken: [v.o with accent] Is Dr. Crane there?
Niles: No, actually he's taking a bath.
Chicken: Who's this?
Niles: This is his brother, Niles.
Chicken: Okay, well this is the building superintendent.
CUT TO: KACL.
Carlos and the Chicken are on the air, and Chicken is navigating their
latest crank call.
Chicken: I'm in the bathroom just below his and I think the pipes are
getting corroded. Is your brother putting anything unusual
in his bath?
Back to the Apartment.
Niles: I'm not exactly sure what he puts in his bath. Better let
me ask him.
Niles exits with the phone.
Martin: I smell a bit.
Daphne: Put the radio on.
Martin does.
CUT TO: Frasier's Bathroom.
Meanwhile, Frasier is enjoying his bath whilst singing "I'm in the
Mood for Love." Niles enters.
Frasier: I'm in the mood for love...
Niles: Frasier-
Frasier: Simply because you're near me...
Niles: Frasier, what do you put in your bath water?
Frasier: You know very well it's a proprietary blend, Niles.
Niles: No, no, no, it's your super. There's something corroding the
pipes in the unit below you, he thinks it may be something in
your tub. [hands him the phone]
Frasier: [to phone] Hello, yes, I'm sure it's not my fault but if
you insist, I use... [waits for Niles to exit] ...jasmine,
lavender, rose hips and a little Tahitian Vanilla.
Chicken: Yeah well, it sounds okay. Boy, with a bath like that I bet
the ladies sure go for you though, huh?
Frasier: Yes well, love does enter through the nose.
Chicken: Hey you know, the neighbors down here have been complaining
about a little sound bleed-through. I think we got a bad
tile, I sure would like to check it. I heard you sing into
the phone earlier. You think you could, I don't know, do it
again?
Frasier: All right.
Frasier begins singing "I'm in the Mood for Love" again.
CUT TO: KACL.
Chicken: Yeah, that's great. I definitely heard some bleed-through.
You know, I could isolate the tile if you could just walk
around a little bit... [Carlos bounces in his chair] or maybe
you know, if you could stomp around that would be great.
Frasier: Stomp around?
Chicken: Yeah, well look, if it's too much trouble I could send my
assistant, Jimmy, up to stomp around.
Frasier: Oh, no, no, please. You just leave Jimmy where he is.
I certainly don't need an audience while I'm singing in
the bathtub.
Chicken: I really appreciate this. We'll get it all cleared up in a
jiffy. Thanks a lot, Dr. Crane.
Back to the bathroom:
Frasier: Just wait a second and I'll tell you when I'm ready.
Frasier gets out of the bath and puts his robe on.
Frasier: I'm ready. Here goes.
Frasier, whilst singing his song, jumps around the bathroom producing
a farce.
Frasier: I'm in the mood for love, [stomps his foot]
Simply because you're near me, [starts jumping around]
Funny but...
CUT TO: we see a shot of Roz listening to this in her car.
Frasier: [on radio] When you're near meeeeee....
She sinks her head down onto the steering wheel.
CUT BACK TO: the bathroom.
Frasier: I'm in the mood for love...
Chicken: Oh my God! The whole ceiling's falling down. Ow!
Frasier: Oh, good Lord! [retreats and sits on edge of tub]
Niles runs in, shaking his head.
Frasier: Niles, be careful, the whole ceiling's caving in.
Chicken: Hey listen, I think we found out what the problem is: it's
that humongous ass of yours!
Carlos: Listeners, "Carlos and the Chicken" are offering one thousand
dollars for the best picture of Frasier Crane's humongous ass
for our website.
Then they start playing a theme song that goes "Frasier Crane's
humongous ass contest." Niles looks on to an appalled and
despairing Frasier.
Frasier: [hangs up] Oh, dear God!
Niles: Now, now, it won't get you down for long. You've always had
a thick skin. [starts to giggle] Unless that Tahitian Vanilla
softened you up a bit...
Frasier: GET OUT!
Niles runs out.
End of Act One.
Act Two.
THE UMBRELLA POLICY
Scene One - Frasier's Apartment.
It is another morning in the Crane household. Martin is sat in his
chair, wearing his dressing gown and reading his paper. Frasier
bursts in with a sweater tied around his waist to cover his backside.
As he enters, we can see camera flashes outside. Frasier is
carrying a medicine bottle.
Frasier: [enters] Leave me alone! For God's sake, have some respect.
Martin: Was that Mrs. Kurdsmen?
Frasier: She dropped her medication in the hallway. As I stooped to
pick it up, out came her camera like an assassin's blade.
Well, if she wants to control those blood clots, she'll
cough up that film! [puts the pills on the cabinet]
Martin: You're really getting riled up.
Frasier: I certainly am.
Martin: Come on, they're just pranks. Back in the force, we used to
do stuff like this all the time. We'd fill a guy's hat with
shaving cream or nail his shoes to the floor. Sometimes
we'd get a guy dead drunk and leave him in a drawer in the
morgue! [laughs]
The doorbell sounds. Frasier crosses to the door.
Frasier: You know, Dad, I might have been able to laugh it off if all
of Seattle hadn't started stalking me with cameras!
Frasier looks through the spy-hole in the door. He then quickly opens
the door and pulls a surprised Niles inside.
Frasier: Quickly Niles, inside, come on! [slams the door]
Niles: Why didn't you hold the elevator? Didn't you hear me
shouting?
Frasier: That was you? I'm sorry, Niles, I was afraid you were trying
to get a picture of my butt!
Niles: How exciting to be present at the birth of a new phobia.
[gives Frasier a look]
Frasier: I'm talking about Carlos and the Chicken.
Niles: Oh, yes, their little contest. I can't believe anyone's
taking that seriously.
Frasier: Oh, well, they won't be for much longer. I've decided it's
time to fight back. I was up to all hours last night crafting
my response to those two idiots. I believe I have arrived at
a masterful rebuttal.
Martin: I'm not sure you want to call it your reBUTTal.
Frasier and Niles cross to the table where quotations books are laid
across the table along with Frasier's speech.
Niles: I see your "Bartlett's" is out. You're not pulling any
punches!
Frasier: Hardly. I go in swinging with La Roch?oucauld: "If we had no
faults of our own, we would not take so much pleasure in
noticing those of others."
Niles: [boxing-match style] Ouch!
Frasier: And when I've knocked them reeling, I go in with a jab of
Dorothy Parker: "Wit has truth in it, wise-cracking is
merely calisthenics with words."
Niles: Pow!
Frasier: And when they're bloody and against the ropes, I go in with
the kill - [shadow-boxing] Twain, Wilde, Twain, Twain,
Mencken!
Niles: It's not a fight, it's an execution!
As they laugh and caper enthusiastically, Martin comes over to the
table.
Martin: You know Frasier, if you go and read that on the air you're
going to set yourself up for a year of abuse. You know, this
kind of thing is probably the reason why these guys started
picking on you in the first place.
Frasier: All right, Dad, what exactly are you saying? That I somehow
managed to bring all this misery on myself?
Martin: No, I'm not saying that, just... well, have you ever wondered
why these bullies have always kind of zeroed in on you two?
Niles: No, we don't wonder why, we know the reason:
Frasier/Niles: Jealousy!
Martin: Okay, so there's a little bit of that too. But you know, you
kinda give people the impression that you're... above them.
Frasier: Pish-tosh!
Niles: Poppycock!
Daphne enters in her gown.
Niles: Morning, Daphne.
Frasier: Oh, Daphne, do you think we're snobby, superior and
condescending?
Daphne: That's it! I'm getting my door sound-proofed.
She goes to the kitchen.
Martin: See what I mean? People think you're stuffy. You know, with
your opera parties, and your wine parties, and your seasoned
crepe pans.
Frasier: In my defense, Niles is the only one who has ever seasoned his
crepe pans.
Niles: Which is the precisely why I've had the same set since the
ninth grade, thank you very much.
Martin: My point is, you guys could never resist putting on airs.
Even when you were in junior high, you used to love that
TV program, "The Avengers." You used to run all over the
neighborhood pretending you were that guy with the umbrella...
Steve.
Frasier: Steed!
Niles: [rolls his eyes] Dad!
Frasier: There were worse role models. Steed was dapper and witty.
When anyone tried to give him grief, he gave them a sound
thrashing with the umbrella.
Martin: Well, that's great, admire him if you want. But did you have
to run through the neighborhood in bowler hats? I mean,
you were just begging to get beat up.
Frasier: Come to think of it, it was rather a rough summer that year,
wasn't it?
Niles: I remember getting a chin strap so the bowler wouldn't fall
off when I ran.
Martin: And all that did was make you look like Elizabeth Taylor in
"National Velvet." My point is, if you go down to the station
and read that over the air, then you might as well go down
there in a great big bowler hat. I mean, people are never
going to let you forget it.
"[The bowler] should never be worn abroad, never by foreigners, and
Americans who attempt to do so should be fined."
-- Hardy Amies, designer
Daphne has re-entered with coffee.
Daphne: You know, it's funny hearing you talk about "The Avengers."
My first Halloween in America, I went to a party dressed as
Mrs. Peel. Head-to-toe in that skintight black leather
catsuit. [Niles looks up] Come to think of it, I still have
it somewhere, and Halloween's coming up.
Martin: Catsuit, huh? [referring to Eddie who has just come in]
Better not let this guy hear you talking about that, he'll
go nuts.
Niles: I would not! [sees Eddie] ...be surprised if he did!
Ho-ho-ho. [strokes Eddie]
The phone rings.
Frasier: Excuse me. [answers] Hello? Why, Roz - yes, just calm down.
No, no, I'm not listening. Hang on a second.
Frasier turns on the radio. "Carlos and the Chicken" have put together
a tape which sounds like Roz and Frasier having sex - voice clips from
the radio show laid over background sounds of moaning and grunting.
Frasier is horrified.
Frasier: [on radio] Roz! Oh, dear God!
Carlos: [on radio] I think we're going to have to throw a bucket of
water on those two.
Chicken: [on radio] Roz and Frasier stopped around for a quick hello,
next thing you know, they're getting it on in the booth!
Frasier: Roz!
Roz: [on radio] Frasier!
Frasier: Roz!
Roz: Frasier!
Frasier: Do we have time to squeeze in one more?
Roz: Plenty of time, Frasier. Two more minutes.
Carlos: You know, for a man carrying around a good fifty extra pounds
of ass, Frasier Crane has got unbelievable stamina. Frasier,
where do you get your energy?
Frasier: Lavender, rose hips and a little Tahitian Vanilla.
Carlos: Oh my God, they're changing positions. I've never seen
that one before.
Frasier: Love does enter through the nose.
Frasier turns it off. Martin, Daphne and Niles can't contain their
laughter.
Frasier: Call you back, Roz. [hangs up] I'm going down there.
Martin: Frasier...
Frasier: Dad, don't try to talk me out of this, I'm going to teach
those two a lesson, they'll not soon forget. [grabs speech]
Where's my umbrella?
Martin: Oh no, not that again! Not the umbrella, I'm begging you!
Frasier: It's raining!
Frasier grabs his umbrella and exits the apartment to an array of
camera flashes.
Frasier: No! No, stop it!
FADE TO:
Scene Two - KACL Radio Station.
Frasier storms through the double doors into the corridor outside the
studio where "Carlos and the Chicken" are live on air. Frasier bumps
into an equally angry Roz.
Frasier: Roz, what are you doing here?
Roz: I am getting revenge, that's what! These guys are going down!
Did you hear the disgusting, vile things they said about me?
Frasier: Just the part about us having sex.
Roz: Exactly! And now they've got a photo contest about me now,
too.
Frasier: Roz, a thousand dollars for a shot of your behind? Sorry.
Roz: No, it's fifty bucks and a six-pack. And there were seven
winners before I even left the house. Frasier, what shall
we do? Slash their tires, should we crack their windshields?
Frasier: No, I was thinking of a more direct approach, Roz.
Roz: Oh, I'm down with that too! Next commercial, I'll get the
Chicken, you take the big guy.
Frasier: No, no, that's not it and you know it, Roz.
Roz: I knew you'd say that. Fine, I'll take the big guy.
Frasier: No, no, Roz. Listen to yourself, you're lusting for blood
like a barbarian. I've a more civilized approach in mind.
I have composed a speech!
Roz stares at him.
Roz: A speech? Well, unless you plan to roll it up and cram it
down their throats, what good is that gonna do?
Frasier: Just watch me.
Roz: No, Frasier, they're never going to stop making fun of you.
Frasier: Roz, I don't care. I just figured out something, you know,
maybe you can't stop bullies from attacking you, but the
only way they win is if they change who you are, and I'll
tell you something, let them do their worst. They will not
knock the bowler off of this head!
He goes into the booth, leaving Roz totally bewildered.
Roz: [opens the door] What does that mean?!
Frasier enters the booth and shuts Roz outside. Carlos and the
Chicken react to him.
Carlos: Holy Cow, look who just walked into the booth: Frasier Crane,
the automatic sex pilot.
Chicken: What's up, love doctor?
Frasier: Oh, I think you two know what's up. There's only so much I
can take, there's only so much anyone can take from a
juvenile comic and his straight man. I believe it was La
Roch?oucauld who first said...
Chicken: Listen to me, I'll take my straight man over your sex-
starved producer any day, my friend.
Roz: [bursts in] Nobody...
Frasier locks her out again.
Carlos: Hey, wait a second, I'm not your straight man. If anything,
I'm the funny one.
Chicken: Let's not start with this again, okay?
Carlos: You're the one who just started it, on the air!
Frasier: It was La Roch?oucauld that first said...
Carlos: You always do this.
Chicken: Hey Carlos, the therapist said not to use the word "always."
Carlos: I just wish you could say I was as funny as you are.
Chicken: Now, I wish I could say that too, but who does all the funny
voices?
Frasier: La Roch?oucauld once said-
Carlos: If I'm so unfunny, how come I get all the solo gigs?
Chicken: Oh, now I'm laughing, ha-ha!
Carlos: Don't believe me? Ask our agent!
Chicken: You talked to Zachary behind my back.
Frasier: You know, if I could just get a word in...
Carlos: I'm going.
Chicken: Go ahead, be my guest.
Carlos: Great, because I don't need you and I don't need "Carlos and
the Chicken."
Chicken: Oh, really? Well, best of luck, funny boy!
Carlos: Same to you, Dwayne! [exits]
Chicken: Hey, that's not cool.
Frasier: Chicken! I believe it was La Roch?oucauld, the great French
thinker...
Chicken: Hey, give it a rest, double-wide, I went to grad school too.
And P.S.: It's pronounced [different] "La Roch?oucald."
Frasier: [livid] That's it! Nobody corrects my French pronunciation,
you son of a...!
Frasier runs Chicken off the premises as Kenny enters.
Kenny: [calls after] Chicken! [to Frasier] Did you have to be so
vicious?
Frasier: Me?!
Kenny: We got dead air, take over! [exits]
Frasier: Yes, right. [sits at microphone] This is Dr. Frasier Crane,
I'll be filling in for the next hour of the morning zoo with
my own particular brand of zany antics. [thinks, then]
Let's see, em, you know there was a fabulous cartoon in the
recent "New Yorker". Let me see if I can describe it for
you...
End of Act Two.
Credits:
Frasier's Apartment - Frasier is sat on the couch reading his book.
The doorbell sounds, Frasier answers it to Mrs. Kurdsmen, the old
lady who tried to take a picture of his butt when she dropped the
medication. She hands over the film and Frasier hands over the pill
bottle. However, once again she "accidentally" drops it on the floor.
As Frasier bends to pick it up, she gets her camera out once more.
Frasier takes the pills, throws them across the apartment and shuts
the door on her.