The Nanny s04e09 Episode Script

Where's the camera? Where's the camera? What do you need to take a picture of? Well, I'm off to make the keynote speech at the Theatre Guild.
Miss Babcock, you can't go like that.
Nanny Fine, I will be speaking to Broadway impresarios.
But I will seek your fashion expertise next time I'm dancing in a cage.
Uh, you don't need your coat, it's not cold.
Ooh, wait, wait, wait.
Oh, God, that's not fair.
That was going to be my Christmas card.
Oh, now, cheer up, Niles.
You know, there are people out there with real problems who don't even have a reason to live.
Oh! - Hi, sweetie, muah.
- Hi! Fran, you're never gonna believe this.
- I am standing here - Yeah.
- Talking to you - Yeah.
In size six pants.
Oh, my God, Val, you haven't been a size six since you were six.
I know.
I know.
Oh, Miss Toriello, that's not a six, it's a nine.
Oh, fudge brownie or rocky road? What do you mean "or"? Fran, Fran, listen, listen.
A bunch of my girlfriends are getting tattoos this Saturday.
- Yeah? -Now, I need you to help me out with Dad.
Oh, sure, honey, I'll invite him for a nice romantic dinner, candlelight, champagne, lobster, soft music.
And then you think he'll go for it? Well, he better, 'cause I'm running out of ideas.
Oh, you mean, about the tattoo? Oh, no, honey, you ain't getting a tattoo.
- But, Fran - Honey, as long as I am living under your roof, you'll do as I say.
Fran, what is the big deal? You got a tattoo when we were in high school.
All: You have a tattoo? My daughter has a tattoo? I'm going to kill myself.
I'm going to stick my head in the oven and kill myself.
Are these crab cakes done? ( Mouths ) She was working in a bridal shop in Flushing Queens Till her boyfriend kicked her out In one of those crushing scenes What was she to do? Where was she to go? She was out on her fanny So over the bridge from Flushing to the Sheffield's door She was there to sell makeup, but father saw more She had style, she had flair, she was there That's how she became The Nanny Who would have guessed that the girl we've described Was just exactly what the doctor prescribed? Now the father finds her beguiling Watch out, C.
C.
And the kids are actually smiling Such joie de vivre She's the lady in red When everybody else is wearing tan The flashy girl from Flushing The Nanny named Fran My daughter has a tattoo.
I'm going to be sick.
Niles, quick, get me something bubbly.
Club soda? You got any Hershey's Syrup? Of all the schmucky things that you did as a kid, nothing compares to this.
Fran, you have broken my heart.
You've shattered my dreams.
I don't even want to live! Hey, pokey, how long does an egg cream take? When did you do this? Remember when Val and I were going to Hadassah to audition for "Jesus Christ Superstar"? Which incidentally should have been a clue.
She's a maniac Maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before You know, Fran, these tattoos are permanent.
I mean, what if you and Danny break up? Val, he said he loves me.
Hmm.
I'm not gonna be with someone that says he loves me - and then takes it back.
- Ah.
( Woman screams ) Either of you AB positive? - No.
- No.
Sorry.
Wow, I gotta lay off the espresso.
So, you got ID? - Uh, no.
- No.
Well, you gotta buy some or I can't tattoo you.
Oh, okay.
All right.
All right.
Here.
- Ten bucks.
- Here.
Okay.
Oh, thanks.
Want a beer? Both: Yeah! Let me see your ID.
- Oh.
- Oh.
Cool.
Okay.
Oh, look, you've got Charles and Di.
Gee, I hope that comes off.
I have a very bad feeling about that marriage.
Oh, Val, you're so stupid.
Where's he going with those big ears? Yeah, man, I hope you're right.
I'm still sore from turning Sonny into Gregg Allman.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
How could you do this to your family? Would you like some more, Sylvia? What, did we just meet? Where was I? "Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
How could you do this to your family?" Boy, it really loses something in the gentile translation.
You know, this time you haven't just defied your mother.
This time you defied God.
If you have a tattoo, you can't be buried in a Jewish cemetery.
And unless you have it removed, consider yourself disowned.
( Fran gasps ) Ma! You know, this has nothing to do with you and me.
( Clears throat ) Come on, Niles.
Obviously, you're dying to tell me something, so what is it? It's a secret? You've promised not to say a word? Two words.
Uh, it's a It's a person.
Who is it? The Thompsons' butler? Miss Fine! What about Miss Fine? Well, j-just tell me.
Just tell me, Niles, or you're She has a tattoo.
Miss Fine has a tattoo? She does? Oh, such keen hearing, and look, she brought a newspaper.
Good girl.
Niles, don't you think it's time you came up with some fresh material? Something I haven't heard? How about, "Can you stay the night?" Oh, Niles! When do you have time to come up with these clever retorts? It must be that half-hour between scraping pigeon poop off the stoop and fighting shower fungus.
So, Miss Fine has a tattoo, eh? Oh, I'm shocked.
How out of character for Nanny Fine to do something cheap and vulgar.
Shameful.
I I wonder where it is.
Well, obviously on a part of her body hidden by clothing.
Oh, well, let's see, that narrows it down to, what, Niles, about 2 inches? ( Both laughing ) Well, I remember the tattoo being higher on your tush.
It was, Val.
Oh, come on, Fran.
Please talk to Dad for me.
I mean, you remember when you were 17, right? Yeah, I do.
Oh, it was a very good year.
Better not be that good for you.
Mr.
Sheffield.
Miss Fine.
Are you okay? Hmm? Oh.
I'm I'm thigh, fanks.
( Sighs ) Let me ask you something.
How do you feel about tattoos? Oh, uh, well, Miss Fine, uh, seeing as you asked, uh, as a matter of fact, uh, I'm a little intrigued by the idea of painted flesh hidden on some part of the body reserved only for that special someone to Well, um Tattoos are okay in my book.
Thanks, Daddy.
What was that? Uh, well, you just gave your daughter permission to get a tattoo.
What? I'd I'd never let Margaret get a tattoo.
Well, you just said you loved tattoos.
Miss Fine, I was talking about on you! ( Gasps ) Fran, how can you stand there like that with the door wide open? Mr.
Sheffield could walk by and see you.
Not if you don't move, Val.
I just found out that he is really turned on by a certain little tattoo.
Ugh, that guy from Fantasy Island? Oh, excuse me, Miss Fine, uh, have you talked to Margaret about that little tattoo business yet? Yeah, I talked to her.
It's all under control.
Don't worry about it.
It's taken care of.
Maxwell: Where the hell is it? My God, bloody Waldo is easier to spot.
Is there anything else I can do for you? No, no, no, no.
Absolutely nothing.
I'll just, uh, I'll just be getting off Uh, along.
Oh, wow.
The guy is obviously so turned on by you.
What's taking him so long to make a move? Uh, you know, he's afraid that the kids will suffer if it doesn't work out.
He is just so afraid of change.
Why do you think I stay 29? - It's for him.
- Oh.
Fran, if you think this tattoo is your secret weapon, how come you made a doctor's appointment to take it off your butt? Oh, that's just a consultation, Val.
The only thing I'm getting off my butt is Ma.
This baby is staying.
Now, what is it about a tattoo that guys find such a turn-on? It's very erotic, Val.
I mean, you know, it's the lure of the forbidden.
You know, it's like when we date a guy and suddenly he find out he drives a Sara Lee truck.
- Oh, yeah.
- Same thing.
Yeah.
I got it now.
Dr.
Roberts, could you make me look like Nope.
But they do have a new procedure that freezes the muscles in your face so you never get lines.
So I'd never be able to smile again? That's right.
- You married? - No.
- You rich? - No.
So what do you got to smile about? Don't worry.
He's a very good surgeon.
Although I didn't care for the way he lifted Aunt Lottie's boobs.
Well, on the bright side, now she doesn't have to wear shoulder pads anymore.
- Um, Doctor.
- Yeah? You know, we're here to find out what you can do about this.
Uh-oh.
This is much more serious than I imagined.
Oh? This thing is cracked.
( laughs ) So, uh, what exactly is the problem? Can you remove that tattoo? I can take it off for you next Tuesday.
Well, wait a minute.
Is it gonna scar? Is it gonna hurt? Yes, and ouch.
Fran, if you keep that tattoo, you can't be buried in a Jewish cemetery.
It's either a bruised tuches or spending all of eternity without your family.
Can you make it bigger? Oh, Val, I just love this new bathing suit I got.
You think Mr.
Sheffield will be able to see my tattoo in this? Fran, he'll be able to see your liver in that.
Now I just gotta figure out an excuse to wear it.
Oh, wait, there's a four-day weekend coming up.
Oh, oh, kids, kids! - Come down here.
- Wait a second.
Won't Mr.
Sheffield be a little suspicious you're suddenly planning a trip? No, he worries when I'm not working him for a free vacation.
- Oh? - Kids, oh Fran, what's up? What's going on? Where's your sister? Gracie! Uh, Fran, she's down the street.
She's not gonna hear you.
Oh.
What is it, Fran? Hey, there's a four-day weekend coming up.
- Where should we go? - Uh, the Hamptons.
- Skiing.
- Horseback riding.
Bermuda it is.
Ah.
Well, Miss Fine, this is the perfect place for a family vacation.
Mm-hmm.
Here's tattoo.
I mean, to you.
Maxwell: My God.
I hope she didn't hear that.
Fran: Oh, is this gonna be a piece of cake.
You know, Mr.
Sheffield, Brighton and Maggie are gonna be at the disco for at least another hour.
So that'll give us a chance to talk, you know, about the kids, the house.
Fran: Did I remember to wax? Well, we're on vacation, Miss Fine.
A little time alone together will give me a chance to see a side of you I haven't seen.
Oh, Mr.
Sheffield, I think you've seen just about all my sides.
Oh, only your good side, Miss Fine.
I've yet to see your backside.
Bad side! So, you've done wonders with the children.
I'm I'm amazed at how Brighton is really applying himself this year I have to say I was little concerned about his Math grades.
Yeah, well, you know it was very wise to hire a tutor.
Oh, yeah.
Fran: Yada yada yada.
We're drifting.
Gotta get this puppy back on track.
Oh, boy, I'll tell you, it is so humid here.
How about a swim? Fran: And we're there.
Great idea.
You know what? I'll go change into my bathing suit, I'll tuck Gracie in, and I'll be right back.
Fran: Watch me work this walk.
Oy, that's a turn-on.
Well, good night, sweetie.
Sweet dreams.
Love you.
Fran.
What? You know I can't sleep when we're on a trip.
Will you sleep with me? Fran: Uh.
Right words, wrong Sheffield.
Okay, honey.
Why don't you just rest? Maybe you'll get sleepy.
- Sleepy yet? - Nope.
Would you be for 10 bucks? How about a story? Oh, honey, it's getting really late.
I'm not gonna go to sleep unless you tell me Okay, here's the story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.
Fran.
Fran.
You gotta get a life.
I'm trying! Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie.
Why don't you just close your eyes? Okay.
Shh.
- Fran? - Yeah.
Will you promise me you'll stay with us forever? Honey, I'm counting on it.
Sometimes I worry that everything's gonna change.
Um, well, you know, sometimes a little change is a good thing.
- No, it's not.
- Why? 'Cause if you don't like it, you can never go back to the way things were.
- But what if you do like it? - What if you don't? Well, what's it to you? Maxwell: Oh, God, what am I doing? This is a test, isn't it? Yeah, you want to see if I can control myself.
I'm going to prove something to you once and for all.
I can't.
Oh, Miss Fine.
Why aren't you in your thong? I mean, thuit.
Bathing suit.
You know, I really didn't feel like changing.
Um, I don't think it's the right time for us to take a swim.
Right.
Right, I, uh, yes, I understand.
Hmm.
How about now? Actually, I I was thinking of maybe playing a nice friendly game of ping-pong.
Ah.
Yes, ping-pong.
- Right.
- Safe.
Fun.
( Maxwell clears throat ) - Ready? - Mm-hmm.
Oh.
- Oh, you.
- Whoop.
( laughs ) Up-de-do.
- To you.
- Hup.
- Hup.
Hup.
- Hup.
Hup.
Yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh, yeah.
Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! ( grunts ) Oh! ( Panting and moaning ) ( laughing ) Wow.
( Sighing ) Chinese or Italian? Both.
Thank you.
Fran, I know you're still in pain from getting your tattoo removed, but I'm still getting one when I turn 18.
Well, not if you want to be buried next to your husband in a Jewish cemetery.
Well, I'm not Jewish.
Honey, don't be so selfish.
You know I live vicariously through you.
Oh, you want your donut? Oh, yeah.
Oh, isn't it ironic? Every donut I touch ends up on my hips.
Oh, Ma, how sweet.
You brought me a chocolate-chip danish to ease my pain.
Uh, yeah.
Sweetheart, I'm so glad you took my advice.
Now you can be buried in a Jewish cemetery.
Otherwise, we would have had to dig a hole in the backyard.
Next to Boo Boo the cat.
Ah, Ma, Boo Boo didn't die.
He ran away.
Ah, yeah.
( Jazz music playing )