HOLLYWOOD EXCLUSIVE: NEW LEAKED DETAILS ON POTENTIAL “FRASIER” REUNION

Over the past year, rumors have been swirling about a possible revival of the beloved NBC sitcom Frasier, though star Kelsey Grammer has expressed some doubt about the prospects of the classic show returning to the airwaves, apparently concerned about getting it just right. Recently, during an appearance on The Late Late Show, Grammer got a little more specific about his hesitation to jump into any old reboot:

“The first principle is that it is a different story, basically,” he told host James Corden. “Same group of characters but in a different setting. Something has changed in their lives. Certainly John Mahoney died over a year ago and we would probably deal with that a little bit with dad being gone.”

Grammer calls the potential revival “the third act of Frasier rather than trying to pick it up, like Will & Grace did, right where they were.”

For regular readers of TallPeters.com, the Web’s #1 destination for Hollywood insider news, these words should come as no surprise. As it happens, our source close to Mr. Grammer has confirmed to us that the “different story” he has in mind is indeed the 2013 screenplay we first reported on in November 2016, written by the acclaimed actor himself. Though Grammer’s feature-length script, titled Frasier Crane, was initially rejected by producers due to its controversial content and severe tone, he’s spent the past year fighting tooth-and-nail to have his”the third act of Frasier” produced amidst the trend of more conventional sitcom revivals. He’s even discussed taking the project to Netflix where his dark and gritty vision might be more welcome than on network television.

But the real bombshell of the day is that, via our inside source, TallPeters.com has exclusively obtained 13 more pages of Grammer’s as-yet-unproduced script. This excerpt picks right up where the last installment we shared way back in January 2017 left off, as the once-revered Dr. Frasier Crane continues to sink to new and terrible lows. But has our hero truly reached rock bottom? We present the following excerpt with no further comment, except to issue a content warning: what you’re about to read are the words of Mr. Kelsey Grammer himself, and he touches on some rather sensitive issues in a way that some readers may find upsetting.

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INT. CRANE MANSION – THE NEXT MORNING

Frasier, in a bathrobe and pajamas, is sitting up in bed, hanging his head like an embarrassed child, holding a saucer and mug in one hand. Lupita is there, pouring him coffee.

FRASIER
(weakly)
Thank you, Lupita.

Finished pouring, Lupita leaves the room, walking past Niles and Daphne who are standing opposite Frasier. Niles sighs and shakes his head, before pulling up a chair and sitting. Daphne pointedly remains standing.

NILES
Alright. First of all, I’d just like to say that Daphne and I are not here to make judgments. We all love each other in this room.

Frasier glances over at Daphne. Daphne refrains from meeting his glance.

NILES (CONT’D)
We recognize that you’re having a very difficult time, and Frasier, we are both so, so very sorry-

FRASIER
Really, Niles, you don’t need to-

NILES
Frasier. You and I both know that grief is not to be ignored. It rears its ugly in many forms-

FRASIER
Yes, yes, but there’s no excuse for what I did. It was unacceptable. I can’t imagine how upset poor Peter-

DAPHNE
David.

FRASIER
Right, David, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, to both of you. Really, I…

Frasier starts to cry. He turns his head away and sips his coffee. Niles leans forward and places a hand on Frasier’s shoulder.

NILES
My dear, dear brother. Of course we forgive you. And David will be fine, I promise you. He’s a strong boy. He takes after his mother.

Niles flashes a smile at Daphne, who responds with a stern look, souring Niles’s expression. He clears his throat.

NILES
We do, however, need to discuss some boundaries, going forward. Naturally you’re still welcome to stay here for as long as you like. Partake in any food you need. If you need anything–clothes, anything at all. Just ask.

Daphne sighs. Frasier sniffles and continues to drink his coffee.

NILES (CONT’D)
But Daphne and I feel that it would be best if you refrained from… drinking, um, while you stay with us. It’s obviously not my place to dictate your personal choices, but we do feel that, in our home-

Frasier bursts out in tears. His grip on the coffee saucer loosens and Niles nervously lunges to grab it.

FRASIER
I’m so sorry, Niles. I- I don’t deserve your kindness, I really don’t. I’ve fallen so low. I’m shit, I’m nothing, I’m-

Niles moves to sit beside Frasier on the bed and puts an arm around him.

NILES
No, Frasier, no, you musn’t say that. We all face challenges in life. You know this, brother.

FRASIER
(sobbing)
It’s all my fault. Everything. God forgive me, it’s all my fault.

Daphne reluctantly takes a step toward Frasier and places a hand on his shoulder.

NILES
Frasier, you really ought to talk to someone. I have excellent contacts here. The best analysts in the city.

FRASIER
Aw, what’s the use? I-

Niles phone buzzes and he pulls it out to look at it.

NILES
Oh, hell. I’m so sorry, Frasier, I really have to get to the studio. Let’s revisit this later, shall we?

Niles pops up and kisses Daphne on the cheek.

NILES (CONT’D)
You’ll look after him, won’t you, darling?

DAPHNE
Of course, dear.

Niles makes a hasty exit. Frasier, still blubbering, looks up at Daphne.

FRASIER
Have- have you told him about-

DAPHNE
No. And I don’t wish to discuss it again. With either of you.

FRASIER
Thank you, Daphne, I’m so-

DAPHNE
I’ll be out most of the day. Lupita’s here if you need anything.

FRASIER
Right. Th- thank you.

Daphne walks to the door, stops, and turns her head halfway back toward Frasier.

DAPHNE
Stay away from my children, Dr. Crane. Don’t touch them. Don’t speak to them. Do you understand?

FRASIER
Y- yes. Thank you, Da-

DAPHNE
And stop fucking thanking me, for God’s sake.

Daphne leaves Frasier alone. He takes some deep breaths and wipes his tears away. Some moments pass in silence, and he begins to look around the guest room. He takes notice of an ornate vase on the dresser. He gets up, walks to the dresser, and lifts the vase, feeling its weight. Holding it, he looks around some more, and notices a rather stunning golden candelabra on a side table.

EXT. CRANE MANSION – DAY

Frasier makes his way down the windingly long brick driveway of the mansion, pulling a rolling suitcase behind him. He’s now wearing ill-fitting jeans and a white t-shirt bearing the logo of Niles’s TV show “Dr. Crane,” notably including a photo of Niles with his arms crossed, smirking, head tilited ever-so-slightly. Squinting in the blinging light of the sun, Frasier clumsily throws a pair of shades on with his free hand. The rattling of several metal objects in the suitcase can be heard as he lumbers toward the street.

Reaching the end of the driveway, he stops to get his bearings, looking left and right. Long stretches of palm-tree-lined hills lead the way to many more large, luxurious houses in either direction.

EXT. BEVERLY HILLS – DAY

Many blocks away from where he began his trek, Frasier, with his suitcase full of treasure, finally arrives at a bus stop, drenched in sweat. He places a hand on the edge of the bus shelter and hunches over. After catching his breath, he struggles to make sense of a transit map obscured by crude graffiti. Overwhelmed by the oppressive heat, he slumps down on the edge of the bench. There are already two people on the bench and hardly any room for another, but he squeezes his way on nonetheless, carefully clutching his bag of stolen goods.

INT. PAWN SHOP – DAY

Exhausted, panting, Frasier leans his head against the glass partition between himself and the PAWNBROKER, who’s counting out a stack of bills. Frasier looks almost feverish.

PAWNBROKER
You alright, buddy?

FRASIER
Oh, why, yes, thank you for- Just had a rather long walk.

The pawnbroker notices Frasier’s “Dr. Crane” t-shirt.

PAWNBROKER
Fan of Dr. Crane, are ya?

FRASIER
Pardon me?

PAWNBROKER
Dr. Crane.

FRASIER
Yes, I’m Dr- How did you know my…

PAWNBROKER
Your shirt, pal.

Frasier looks down at his own shirt.

FRASIER
Oh yes, of course. No, actually, I don’t watch- um, that is to say, yes. I’m a great fan.

PAWNBROKER
You sure you’re okay? You need a glass of water or somethin’?

FRASIER
How much for the suitcase?

PAWNBROKER
Huh?

FRASIER
The suitcase. Will you take it? It’s in brand-new condition.

The pawnbroker eyes Frasier quizzically.

PAWNBROKER
I’ll throw in another five bucks.

FRASIER
Very well.

The pawnbroker scribbles out a receipt, tears it from a pad, and shoves it through a metal drawer along with the stack of cash to Frasier’s side of the partition.

PAWNBROKER
You take care of yourself, alright?

Frasier hastily pockets the money.

FRASIER
Say, would you happen to know where I might find…

Frasier clears his throat.

PAWNBROKER
Yes?

FRASIER
Rather, where one might purchase certain… um, illicit-

PAWNBROKER
I think you’d better leave now.

FRASIER
Right. Sorry. Perish the thought.

PAWNBROKER
Get going.

FRASIER
Yes, yes. Off I go.

Frasier walks away from the window. He takes a look at the receipt, crumples it up, and tosses it in a small wastebasket on his way out of the shop.

INT. DIVE BAR – MINUTES LATER

Neon beer signs, a couple pool tables, and a Buck Hunter arcade machine. 80s rock music is blaring, and college football games are playing on the TVs. The place is mostly empty. Frasier makes himself right at home, taking a seat at the center of the bar, and slapping down a twenty.

FRASIER
Rail whiskey. Neat. Keep it coming.

INT. DIVE BAR – NIGHT

Hours have passed. The bar has gotten crowded. Frasier, now in much better spirits, finds himself in a booth with three AFRICAN-AMERICAN MEN in their 20s. All four men are laughing uproariously.

FRASIER
Another round for my new friends!

A passing WAITRESS stops for a moment, annoyed, then keeps walking.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
I don’t think she heard you, dude.

FRASIER
Oh, she heard me, dude.

The African-American men all laugh as Frasier finishes his whiskey. They’re drinking beer and aren’t nearly as drunk as him. Frasier exclaims from the bite of the cheap liquor.

FRASIER
Aaaahhh! That is delicious! That’s interesting, “dude.” You know when I was younger–no offense, of course, gentlemen–but I never heard African-Americans say, “dude.”

They laugh again.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
So, what, you think all black folks talk the same?

FRASIER
No, no, not at all, don’t misapprehend me, please. It, uh, it merely fascinates me how language, you know, the various ways colloquial speech evolves over time, you see, and I thought-

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Relax, dude, you cool. We’re just playing with you.

Frasier laughs.

FRASIER
Yes, yes, “just playing,” of course. Now this phrase, you see, I recognize as- as-

The waitress appears and plunks down a glass of water on the table in front of Frasier.

FRASIER
I- I- I’m sorry, my good lady, but this does not appear to be what I ordered at all.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3
Uh-oh.

The four men all chuckle.

WAITRESS
Sorry, sir, you’ve been cut off.

FRASIER
Ah, I see. Very well then, hold on a moment.

Frasier pulls a twenty from his pocket and awkwardly attempts to place it directly into the waitress’s hand.

WAITRESS
Sir, it’s not my decision. The bartender says you’re cut off, you’re cut off.

FRASIER
Perhaps you could pass my gratuity on to him, then?

WAITRESS
Her.

FRASIER
My apologies. Perhaps you-

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
Hey, man, it’s cool.

FRASIER
No, it’s not cool, as a matter of fact. I’m a paying customer here, and I demand-

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3
Chill, dude.

WAITRESS
Okay, I’m gonna have to ask all four of you to leave.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Awwww, come on.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
I’m sorry about our friend, miss, he didn’t mean to get out of line.

WAITRESS
Don’t make me call the police.

Frasier quickly stands up.

FRASIER
Go ahead and call them, you disdainful little bitch!

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Whoa! No, no, no.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3
No, no, don’t call the police. We’re going, we’re going.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
I’m so sorry about this. Come on, Frasier, let’s get outta here.

They all get up and try to usher Frasier out of the place.

FRASIER
I don’t have to go anywhere! I’ve been coming to Cheers since before this little trollop was born!

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Cheers? What the fuck are you talking about?

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
You crazy motherfucker, come on, we gotta go.

Frasier’s three new friends are all now trying to physically drag him to the door.

WAITRESS
That’s it, I’m calling the cops.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3
No, no, no. No cops. We’re going right now. Come on, Frasier.

The BARTENDER and the MANAGER have arrived to join the argument, and all the customers are watching them.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Sorry, sir. Sorry, ma’am. We’re sorry. We’re going now. We’re very sorry. We’re leaving.

FRASIER
Sam Malone will hear about this!

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
The fuck is Sam Malone?

They’ve nearly succeeded in shoving him out the door.

EXT. DIVE BAR – NIGHT

The three African-American men have dragged Frasier out onto the sidewalk. There are angry shouts coming from inside.

FRASIER
Alright, alright, unhand me now! Unhand me, I say!

They all let go of him.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
Come on, man, let’s get away from here.

They start heading away from the bar.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
You can’t be actin’ crazy like that, Frasier, they were gonna call the cops.

FRASIER
Yes, yes, the cops. Ooh, the cops! All bark and no bite.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3
Crazy ass white motherfucker.

Frasier stops walking, and looks at African-American Man #3 sternly for a beat, then bursts out laughing. The others all join in his hysterical laughter.

FRASIER
I suppose I did go a bit overboard, didn’t I?

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Man, you wild as hell, Frasier!

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
You the craziest old white dude I ever met!

They all laugh some more.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
What the fuck were you sayin’ about Cheers?

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3
Hey, Frasier, you smoke weed?

African-American Man #1 laughs.

FRASIER
Funny you should mention that. As a matter of fact, I was meaning to ask you gentlemen something.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3
What’chu mean?

Frasier pulls out a few hundred-dollar bills.

FRASIER
I wonder if you might be able to help me locate some… cocaine, or… heroin, perhaps.

The three men all look at each other.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3
Awwww, I don’t know about all that. I’m just tryin’ to blaze up, you know?

FRASIER
I might be willing to offer a, um, finder’s fee, as it were.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
Tommy, don’t you still have that one dude’s number?

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Aww, man, I don’t know if I wanna talk to that nigga.

FRASIER
How much is it worth to you?

Frasier flashes his wad of cash at them.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Listen, Frasier-

FRASIER
I’m listening.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2 (CONT’D)
If we go see this dude, you gotta be chill, alright? You can’t act crazy like you did in there.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
He’s a serious dude, Frasier. He doesn’t play around.

FRASIER
Believe it or not, my young friends, I’m a serious man myself.

Frasier lifts up his shirt, revealing his revolver, tucked in the waist of his jeans.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3
Whoa! What the fuck!

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Put that shit away, man!

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
You had that shit on you this whole time?

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Put it away!

Frasier lowers his shirt back down, hiding the gun.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
Crazy motherfucker.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Put that fuckin’ money away too.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3
Look, everybody calm down, alright? Let’s get the fuck off the street. Go back to my place. We can all chill. Blaze up, have a drink. Tommy can call his guy. Alright?

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Okay.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
Sound good, Frasier?

FRASIER
Sounzlike a plan, man.

Frasier burps.

INT. AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3’S APARTMENT

The unlikely new group of pals are sitting around a coffee table, listening to rap music, and passing around a blunt. The table is littered with empty and half-empty beers. Frasier downs beers eagerly. When the blunt reaches him, he hits it awkwardly and coughs a lot, to the amusement of the others. African-American Man #2 is on his phone.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
A’ight. We good? Bet.

He hangs up. Frasier coughs some more.

FRASIER
Ex’use me, gennlemen.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
Okay, it’s all set. But listen, Frasier-

FRASIER
I’mlissenig.

Frasier laughs. The others look confused.

FRASIER
I’m lissening!

He laughs some more.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #2
This is serious, Frasier! You cannot bring that piece with you, you understand? The gun, Frasier. You gotta leave it here, okay?

FRASIER
I. Am. Listening!!

Frasier chortles with delight.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #3
Yo, you guys sure about this? Maybe we should call it off for now, let this fool sober up first?

Frasier takes the entire pile of cash from his back jeans pocket and throws it down on the table. African-American Man #1 shrugs at African-American Man #3. He hits the blunt and passes it to African-American Man #2, who looks nervous.

FRASIER
(softly)
Freddy used to say, “dude.”

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN #1
What?

FRASIER
Freddy, my…

They all look expectantly at Frasier. He’s quiet for a moment.

FRASIER
Nuthin’.

He polishes off another beer, hits the blunt again, and coughs some more.

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