[4.4]A Crane's Critique

A Crane's Critique                           Written by Dan Cohen & 
                                                        F.J Pratt
                                             Directed by Jeff Melman          
Production Code: 4.4.
Episode Number In Production Order: 76
Original Airdate on NBC: 22nd October 1996
Transcript written on 27th July 2000
Transcript revised on 12th September 2002

Transcript {Iain McCallum}

[Act 1]

[Scene 1 Ė Cafť Nervosa.
Frasier, Niles and Martin are all sitting at a table outside the 
Cafť.  Niles is busy examining his coffee intently.]

  Niles: Is it me or is the foam a tad dense today?
Frasier: Like a dreary fog on a Scottish moor.
  Niles: Rather than accent it overwhelms.  Rather than flirt it 
 Martin: [annoyed] Rather than watching the ballgame I have to listen 
         to this.

[Roz comes over to join them.]

Roz: Hey, you guys.
All: Hey, Roz.
Roz: Frasier, donít forget your staff meeting tomorrow.  It starts at...

[A man comes and sits down at the nearby table.  Roz just stops 
talking and canít take her eyes off him.]

Frasier: Well, I certainly hope his tailor can fix the two holes 
         youíve just burned in his jacket!
    Roz: Theyíre not in his jacket!  It starts tomorrow at ten.  Hey, 
         Marty.  What are you doing here? 
 Martin: Theyíre dragging me out to buy some new clothes.
  Niles: Weíre taking him out to Rodolfoís once-a-year sale.  Itís 
         fifty per cent off.  Alterations are free.
 Martin: Big deal.  "Budís Clothing" do that every day.
Frasier: Yes, not to mention the convenience of getting your 
         "BigFoot" pizza right next door.
 Martin: These guys think I have bad taste in clothes.
    Roz: Well, I like the way you dress.
  Niles: I believe thatís whatís called "the clincher."  Shall we go?
 Martin: [getting up] All right.  Well Iíll just hit the head and we 
         can get it over with.
  Niles: Dad, you could show a little more enthusiasm.
 Martin: OK. [fake enthusiasm as he goes inside the Cafť] Gee, I 
         canít wait to hit the head and we can get it all over with.

[Roz is still busy staring at the guy across the table which Niles 

  Niles: Are you quite finished undressing him with your eyes?
    Roz: Oh, please.  Iím already looking for my stockings and trying 
         to remember where I parked my car.
Frasier: [gesturing at another guy] You know Roz, I would have 
         thought that the gentleman over there with the flannel shirt 
         would have been more your type.
    Roz: Him?  Not a chance.  See the way heís slurping his orange 
         juice?  Sloppy kisser!  You can tell right away the guyís no 
         good I bed.  So cautious.  Look at the way heís blowing on 
         his coffee.

[Meanwhile Niles is, needless to say, blowing on his coffee and 
notices Frasier and Roz staring at him.]

  Niles: I wasnít trying to cool it.  I was simply blowing a foam 
    Roz: You donít even wrinkle the sheets, do you?
Frasier: [looking across the street] Niles, that man across the 
         street at the newsstand.  Is that who I think it is?
  Niles: He does look familiar.
Frasier: Itís T.H. Houghton!
  Niles: No!
Frasier: Just think back to the picture on the dust cover of "Time 
         Flies Tomorrow."  A little older, greyer.
    Roz: "Time Flies Tomorrow" Ė I read that in high school.  What  
         else did he write?
Frasier: Nothing.  Thatís the crux of his entire legend.  The man 
         published one masterpiece and in the thirty years since heís 
         become a virtual recluse.
  Niles: Oh my God.  It is T.H. Houghton.  Weíre a stoneís throw away
         from one of the giants of American literature.
    Roz: Not the way you throw!
Frasier: Niles, this is incredible.  The manís entire life is shrouded 
         in mystery and there he is.
  Niles: Iíve always idolised him.  What I wouldnít give to meet that 
    Roz: Well why donít you go over and introduce yourself?
  Niles: I canít just walk up to a God like that.
    Roz: Well find a subtler way.
  Niles: In your vernacular that would be what?  To slingshot your 
         panties across the street?
    Roz: Foam Blower!
Frasier: [separating the two] Niles, she happens to be right.  How 
         often do we get an opportunity like this?  Come on.  Letís go.
  Niles: All right.

[Martin comes back out of the Cafť.]

Frasier: Dad, come on.  Weíre going.
 Martin: Why, whatís the rush?
  Niles: T.H. Houghton is across the street.
 Martin: Who?
Frasier: [pushing Martin as fast as he can] Come on.  Letís go.
 Martin: Hey!  Guy with a cane here!

[Scene 2 Ė A Nearby Bar. Niles, Frasier and Martin pile into a bar. Niles and Frasier are arguing.] Frasier: Niles, I thought you said you saw Houghton come in here. Niles: Well, Iím sorry if my tracking skills arenít up to your standard. Perhaps instead of asking for a baby brother you should have asked for a German shorthaired Pointer. Frasier: I did! Well, Iím sorry. Niles: He must still be out on the street. Letís go. Martin: Iím parking it here. Theyíve got the Mariners game on. Frasier: Dad, Dad. Please. We canít waste time. Niles: Oh let him be. Heís dead weight. Frasier: Right. [Frasier and Niles charge back out in search for Houghton. Meanwhile an old man comes from the other side of the bar and sits down next to Martin. It is obvious that this is going to be T.H. Houghton.] Houghton: Whatís the score? Martin: Four to three, Mariners. Both: [watching the game] Awww! Martin: I mean, thatís the cut-off man! Houghton: Can you believe that man makes seven million a year? Martin: Thatís crazy. See him scratching his butt? Thatís about five grand a year right there! Houghton: [laughing to the barman] Let me have a Ballantine. Martin: Yeah, make it two. [They both continue to watch the game together. The scene SWITCHES to later on and Houghton and Martin are sitting at a table after the game talking.] Houghton: So thatís your favourite character, really? Martin: Yeah, I really like him. Heís the kind of guy you can just sit and have a beer with. Houghton: Well, I can see you saying that about "Hoss." But Little Joe? Martin: Well thatís the great thing about "Bonanza." Thereís something for everyone. [Frasier and Niles come into the bar with Frasier looking exasperated.] Frasier: Well thank you, Mr. False Alarm. [imitating Niles] Oh, look. There he is over at the yoghurt store. Oh look. There he is at the futon store. Oh look. There he is with Dad. [Frasier and Niles suddenly see that he is with Martin and look completely taken aback. Meanwhile over at the table Houghton is getting up to go.] Niles: And now heís leaving. I must tell him what an impact his book has made on my life. Frasier: Arenít you afraid it will sound just a bit unoriginal? Niles: Why? Frasier: Because Iím going to say it first. [Niles and Frasier rush over to T.H. Houghton. Before they can get there another patron from the bar gets in before them.] Patron: Excuse me, Mr. Houghton? Houghton: Yeah. Patron: I just wanted to tell you that... Houghton: My book changed your life. Swell. Patron: No, no. Houghton: It changed mine too. Look, Iím sorry, I donít like to discuss my work. [He leaves.] Patron: Well, that was humiliating. Iíve never felt so rejected in my life. Frasier: Now, now. Donít take it so hard. Who was to know youíd be so sensitive? Patron: Hey, arenít you Dr. Frasier Crane? Frasier: [walking away from him] Not now, I donít have the time. Iím sorry. [joins Martin at the table] Dad, do you realise who you were just talking to? That was T.H. Houghton. Martin: Yeah, I know. Niles: Well, what did you two talk about? Martin: Oh, I donít know. This and that. Frasier: Dad, virtually nothing is known about this man. Canít you give us something specific? Martin: It was just guy stuff, you know? Baseball, TV shows, old war stories. Frasier: He told war stories? Martin: No, I did. I told him about the time I made the stew and the platoon got sick. Frasier: How could you? Martin: He liked it. Heís a nice guy. I think maybe Iíll buy one of his books. Frasier: Not books, Dad. Book. Book. He wrote one book and then never wrote again. Niles: Well, if only weíd arrived ten minutes earlier. We could have been talking to him. Could have that explored that mammoth intellect. Frasier: Can you imagine the torture the manís endured to peak at such an early age? Niles: [notices a beermat on the table] Oh my God, Frasier. Look. Itís a doodle. Frasier: Not just any doodle. Itís a Houghton doodle. Itís mine. Niles: Itís mine. [fights over it with Frasier] Martin: Itís mine. Frasier: Dad, what do you care? Martin: I mean I drew it. Frasier: [handing it to Niles] Well thatís very touching. Here Niles, this is for you. [Scene 3 Ė The Elevator. Frasier and Niles are going up to Frasierís apartment in the elevator.] Niles: I donít know when Iíve enjoyed an exhibit more. The artistís choice to make that still-life a monochrome was a stroke of genius. Conveyed such despair. Frasier: [deep in thought] Yes. It was so refreshing to see a sad peach. Niles: How about that curator? Frasier: Kind of a peach herself, wasnít she? Niles: No cubism there, I donít think. [The elevator doors open outside Frasierís apartment. Martin and T.H. Houghton are waiting to go down. Niles and Frasier only notice Martin at first.] Martin: Hey, boys. Both: Hi, Dad. [both notice that T.H. Houghton is getting on the elevator with Martin and are momentarily lost for words.] Martin: Oh Ted, Iíd like you to meet my sons. This is Frasier and Niles. Theyíre big fans of yours. Houghton: Hi, guys. Frasier: Mr Houghton... er... we... Niles: Words canít express... [totally flabbergasted] Houghton: I guess not. Nice meeting you folks. [the elevator door closes] Niles: We missed them again. [presses the lift button and the doors open] Martin: Whatís going on? Niles: Thatís odd. So where are you two going? Martin: Well, Tedís taking me out to this Bratwurst place he knows. Frasier: Bratwurst. Yummee. My God, thatís our favourite. Houghton: Nice meeting you. [The elevator door closes once more. Niles, not content, hits the elevator button again and the door opens again. Houghton looks puzzled while Martin just looks annoyed.] Houghton: Whatís wrong with this thing? Niles: Could be broken. Well maybe if you came into the apartment we could call down to the front desk... Martin: NO! [pushing Niles away with his cane] Iím sure itíll work this time! [The elevator door closes for the last time. Niles looks despondent and follows Frasier into his apartment. Daphne is busy cleaning.] Frasier: What the hell was he doing here? Niles: We might know if you hadnít spent an hour pondering the despair of the peach. Frasier: This from the man who spent thirty minutes looking at "Woman with a rectangular head." Daphne: Oh, was Mrs. Foster in the lobby again? Frasier: No, Daphne. Could you explain to me just how T.H. Houghton ended up in my apartment? Daphne: Well, heís only in town for a couple of days. He doesnít know too many people so he looked your father up, gave him a ring and Mr. Crane invited him over to watch the Mariners game. Frasier: [gobsmacked] He was here all afternoon? Daphne: Yes. Itís a shame you couldnít be here. He told the most fascinating stories. Of course he and your father are getting on like old chums, but the sweetest thing was how he took to Eddie. Frasier: [clearly at his wits' end] He spent time with Eddie? Daphne: Fed him his afternoon biscuit. Frasier: Will the madness ever end? [Frasier walks off to the kitchen. Niles rushes after him.] Niles: Now, now, letís not give up hope. Maybe Dad will bring him back to the apartment after dinner. Frasier: Oh, well I doubt it. Heíll probably run into J.D. Salinger and Salman Rushdie Ė go out for Margaritas. You know, Niles, these near misses are just excruciating. Daphne: [unseen in the living room] There you go, Mr. Houghton. Youíre welcome. [Frasier and Niles look up before tearing through to the living room. Daphne has just said goodbye.] Frasier: Was that him? Daphne: Yes. He forgot his coat. Frasier: [charging out the front door with Niles in hot pursuit] Hold the elevator! [The elevator door has just closed. Niles and Frasier collapse against it in despair.] Niles: We missed him again. [Eddie runs out to the hall and sits down in front of Niles and Frasier.] Frasier: Donít you dare gloat, you miserable little biscuit whore! [End of Act 1] [Act 2]
[Scene 1 - Frasierís Apartment. Daphne is lying back on the couch reading, eating peanuts and having a drink. Eddie is keeping watch at the front door and suddenly barks. Daphne quickly gets up, pours whatís left of her peanuts into her pocket, downs her drink, puts the glass in the other pocket, pulls out a cloth and begins dusting the table. By now Eddie has assumed his position in Martinís chair. Frasier wanders in and sees Daphne "hard at work".] Frasier: Afternoon, Daphne. Daphne: Hello. [throws Eddie a biscuit] Good dog! Oh, Dr. Crane. Itís a good thing youíre home. Mr. Houghton is dropping by to pick your father up for the Mariners game. Frasier: You serious? Heís coming back? Daphne: Yes. Any minute. Itís a double header. [Frasier looks blankly at her] They play two games! Frasier: Oh right, right. This is incredibly good fortune. I finally get to spend some time alone with the man, even if just for a few minutes. [The doorbell rings.] Frasier: Daphne, be a dear and stall Dad, will you? If he gives you any trouble just hide his cane. [Frasier opens the door full of expectation but is greeted by Niles instead.] Frasier: Niles! What fortuitous timing. Er... you know the wine shop just called a moment ago? It seems theyíre down to their last two cases of the í82 Chambolle-Musigny, so why donít you dash right down there and stack it all up? Niles: Okay. [just as the door is about to shut on him] Hold it! [looks suspiciously at Frasier] You know very well that in 1982 there was a drought in Bourgogne. The locals dubbed it "The Year of the Raisin." And that wine was never sold by the case, only by the bottle [forces his way in] T.H. Houghton is here, isnít he? Frasier: No. Niles: Fine. Then you wonít mind if I just hang around for a while. Frasier: Oh, all right. Heís on his way. He and Dad are going to a baseball game. Itís a double header. [Niles looks blankly at him] They play two games! Martin: [emerging from his bedroom] Hi, Niles. Niles: Oh, Dad. So I hear that Mr. Houghton is on his way over. Maybe we could all have lunch before you head off. Frasier: Oh, thatís a splendid idea. Martin: Nah, game starts in 45 minutes. Frasier: Well, then perhaps he could come by after the game for a drink. Martin: Nah, sorry. That wonít work either. Heís got to go to his publisherís. Drop off his new book. Frasier: Houghton has a new book? Niles: [stunned] Iíve lost the feeling in my legs! Frasier: Did he say anything about it? The characters? The setting? Martin: No. He just said it was a book. Niles: Dad! You have to skip the game. Itís not just for our benefit. After all, itís baseball. The man must be starved for intellectual stimulation. Martin: Oh, I know what youíre saying Ė that someone like that would have to prefer spending time with you than some dumbbell like me. Frasier: Dad Ė youíre not dumb. You miss the point entirely! Look, letís just say, for example, you came home one afternoon and I was sitting here discussing literature with... oh, I donít know. Give me the name of a baseball player. Martin: Darryl Strawberry. Frasier: No, a real one! Martin: Frasier, the problem is, you push too hard. We just talk sports, have a few laughs. Thatís all. I donít ask him about his work Ė thatís probably why he told me about the book. [The doorbell rings and Frasier goes to answer pondering Martinís words. Itís T.H. Houghton.] Frasier: Mr. Houghton. Hello. Houghton: Hi. How you doing? Martin: Hey, Ted. Come on in. Frasier: So you two boys are off to the baseball game, huh? Double header. Niles: [proudly] Thatís two games! Houghton: Yeah. Niles: Little known fact about baseball: the owner of the Boston Red Sox sold Babe Ruth to the New York Yankees to finance a Broadway musical, "No No Nanette" Houghton: [after a period of silence] You ready, Marty? Martin: Letís go. Frasier: I really enjoyed chatting with you. Maybe you could drop back by after the game. We could pick up where we left off... [Frasier's words are left trailing as Martin and Houghton leave.] Frasier: [sarcastically] No No Nanette! Niles: Iím sorry. There are exactly two things that I could possibly add to a baseball conversation. That, and... no, just the one. [Both Frasier and Niles collapse on the sofa and lie back.] Niles: Frasier. Frasier: Yes. Niles: Have you noticed how Houghton always carries a satchel with him wherever he goes? Frasier: Well, actually as a matter of fact I have. Niles: And didnít Dad mention that Houghton was on his way to his publisherís after the game with a new manuscript? Frasier: [bored] Yes. Niles: And would that be the very same satchel, which is now resting under my head? Frasier: Oh my God! [Frasier and Niles both leap up to see that Houghton has indeed left his manuscript on the arm of the sofa. They run up and Niles is about to examine it.] Frasier: Wait! Niles: Should we? Frasier: We shouldnít. Niles: Could we live with ourselves if we did? Frasier: Could we live with ourselves if we didnít? Niles: Could we live with ourselves either way? Frasier: Oh, stop it, Niles. Who are we kidding? [Frasier makes a grab for the manuscript but Niles stops him and pulls the manuscript delicately out of the satchel. Frasier goes and checks the front door. Niles has already placed the manuscript on the table and ever so slowly pulls the cover off.] Frasier: "The Chameleon's Song," by T.H. Houghton. Niles: These are hand-written corrections. Frasier Ė this is his original manuscript! [Daphne walks out from the bedroom.] Daphne: Shame on you! [Frasier and Niles both look extremely guilty] Going through someone elseís personal property! Well, itís just plain wrong and I know your father wouldnít approve. Of course I wouldnít be here to tell him if I had the day off... Frasier: Fine, go. Daphne: [grabbing her jacket] Great! Although having a day off is pretty meaningless when you have no money to, you know, maybe go to lunch or do some shopping, perhaps take in a show... [takes money off Frasier as she walks past and out the door] Oh, thanks! Frasier: All right, Niles. Shall we? Niles: Not yet. The atmosphere has to be absolutely perfect. Frasier: Good point. [goes to the light dimmer switch] Letís begin with the lighting. Niles: Warmer. [Frasier turns the switch a tad] Warmer. [Frasier turns again] A little cooler. [Frasier turns again] A touch warmer. [Frasier turns again] A hair back. [Frasier gives up and goes over to the drinks cabinet whilst Niles, still concentrating on the lighting keeps on talking] No, no, a hair the other way. No, a touch warmer. Perfect. Frasier: [from the drinks cabinet] Good! Niles: Ooh excellent, excellent. What wine would most enhance the experience? Frasier: No, Niles. Wine might dull our faculties. Perhaps instead a slow sipping cordial would be the proper garnish. Niles: Sherry? Frasier: Armagnac. Niles: Oh, well see? Thatís why youíre the older brother. [Frasier pours himself and Niles a glass and both sit down at the table with the manuscript in front of them.] [The scene SWITCHES to a little later and both are engrossed in the story.] Frasier: [nearly crying] Ooh! Niles: What is it? Frasier: I donít think youíre there yet. Niles: [after a pause, then nearly crying] Ooh! [The scene SWITCHES to later still and Frasier and Niles are both finishing the story. They sit back gobsmacked.] Frasier: Well... itís a masterpiece. [Eddie, who is standing at the front door, barks.] Niles: Eddie! [to Frasier] I never thought Iíd utter these words but it actually surpasses "Time Flies Tomorrow." [Eddie, still at the front door, barks twice.] Frasier: [annoyed] Eddie, please! Iím trying to savour the moment. [Eddie suddenly dashes off and, needless to say, the front door opens as Martin and Houghton enter. Frasier and Niles quickly go about trying to hide the evidence and put the manuscript back in the satchel but are caught.] Niles: [innocently] How was the game? Houghton: Is that my manuscript? Martin: What the hellís going on? Houghton: You went through my bag? Thatís my personal property. Martin: I donít believe you two. Frasier: Mr. Houghton, please. We are terribly, terribly sorry. Niles: The temptation to read it was just too great. Martin: Whatís that supposed to mean? Youíre grown men, both of you. At least I thought you were. You had no right to touch that. Ted, Iím sorry. Iím just so ashamed. Houghton: Marty, itís all right. Martin: No, itís not all right. Houghton: No, no, itís OK. Really. Somebody had to read it first. So what did you think? Niles: Of the book? Houghton: No, of my typing. Yes, of course of the book. Niles: Well... s'great. Frasier: Er... Wow! Houghton: Well, at least you liked it. Iím going to have to be running. Martin: Are you sure? I was going to make some coffee. Houghton: No, no. I got an appointment. Can I use the... Martin: [pointing towards the bathroom] Right there. [Houghton goes into the bathroom while Martin looks angrily at the boys.] Martin: Boy, Iíve had it with you guys. If you were "Hoss" and Little Joe, Ben Cartwright would kick your sorry butts right off the Ponderosa. Frasier: Dad. Dad, weíre sorry. Niles: Very sorry. [Martin goes into the kitchen leaving the boys alone with their thoughts.] Frasier: Heís back on the Cartwrights again. You know, some day we really should ask him just who the hell they are? You know, Niles, one thing just really bugs me. Houghton is going to leave here today thinking weíre just a couple of inarticulate simpletons. Niles: What with those pithy comments we made about his masterpiece. Great. "Wow." Frasier: Weíll go down in history with the same baboon who first read "Hamlet" and told Shakespeare "My goodness. What a parchment turn!" Niles: Itís not too late. He hasnít left yet. Frasier: Yes, yes. We could still say something to show him that we appreciated the full complexity of his work. [Houghton emerges from the bathroom.] Frasier: Mr. Houghton, you know, there is one further thing Iíd like to add about your book. Houghton: Yeah? Frasier: Well, itís the way you modulated into the second person narrative during the flashback scene. Frankly, it beggars anything Faulkner attempted. Houghton: Really? Thatís very flattering. Niles: Wait, I have one too. The way you so skilfully mirrored the structure of Danteís "Divine Comedy" was inspired. Houghton: Really? Frasier: Yes, yes. But the inferno of the bordello... Niles: Which we noticed had exactly nine rooms! Frasier: Uh-huh. To the purgatory of the assembly line and finally to the paradise of the farm. Houghton: You both saw that? Niles: Oh, it practically jumped off the page. Houghton: Well, thatís very perceptive of you. Frasier: Well, thank you. Our turn to be flattered. Houghton: Youíre absolutely right. This whole book is crap! Niles: Beg your pardon? Houghton: How could I be so blind? I lifted the entire structure from Dante. Niles: Oh, you mean you werenít going for that. Houghton: Of course not. This confirms my worst fear. I have nothing original left to say. Iím an empty shell. I was a fool to think I had a second book in me. [reading from his manuscript] "The winters were harsh on the farm." Well, hereís something to warm them up. [starts throwing the pages into the fire] Martin: [coming in from the kitchen] Whatís going on here? Houghton: Youíre both right. Iím a talentless hack who got lucky once. Frasier: Dad, we didnít say that. Martin: Youíre not listening to these two, are you? Houghton: Look at this trash. It wonít even burn. Frasier: Well, itís a fireplace, you see. Itís not well ventilated. Houghton: This book doesnít belong in a fireplace. It belongs in the gutter with the rest of societyís garbage. [Houghton heads out to the balcony followed swiftly by Martin, Frasier and Niles, all protesting vehemently. However it is of no use and Houghton throws the entire manuscript over the railing and out onto the streets below.] Houghton: I want to thank you two. If I had published that book my reputation would have been destroyed. At least now Iím left with a shred of dignity. [Houghton walks off but unfortunately, given his last speech, a page is stuck to his shoe, which he doesnít notice. Niles goes to say something but Frasier stops him.] Martin: Happy? Hey, Ted. Wait up. [Martin follows Houghton outside leaving the boys alone once again.] Frasier: Well, weíve destroyed a manís life. Niles: Not to mention depriving future generations of a work of art. Frasier: Well, you know on the other hand, had he actually published it the critics surely would have noticed that Dante parallel. Niles: Hmm. If he felt bad hearing it from us, imagine how he would have felt reading it in the "New York Review of Books." Frasier: Oh God, yes. With his fragile ego he would have been completely devastated. Niles: Who knows what he might have done? Frasier: You know, Niles... we saved that manís life. Niles: Yes, I think youíre right. [then] On the other hand... Frasier: Donít go there! Niles: See, thatís why youíre the older brother. [End of Act 2] Credits: Daphne is busy keeping watch through the peephole while Eddie rolls about on the sofa. Suddenly she turns and gives a whistle and Eddie immediately stops and assumes the position on Martinís chair. Meanwhile Daphne gets back to her cleaning. Frasier walks in and smiles at Daphne. However he becomes bemused by the whole tranquillity of the scene and just stares at the two of them suspiciously.

Guest Appearances

 Special Guest Stars
 ROBERT PROSKY as T.H. Houghton
 Guest Starring

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Transcript written by IAIN MCCALLUM
Revised by MICHAEL LEE

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