As late autumn’s chill begins to creep down his collar, Frasier decides to grow his hair out at the back, similar to how he wore it when he first moved back to Seattle a decade earlier.
As his new mane reaches a good length, he feels something of a new lease on life. Unfortunately, this attitude is not shared by Martin - in fact, after several arguments over trivial interactions, Frasier notes that his father has been acting grouchier and more guarded than ever. Frasier attempts to discuss the issue with Niles in Nervosa, but his brother seems to be having a particularly foppish day, with little to offer other than condescending witticisms and glib, preemptive refusals to let Martin move in with him(“After all, what would Maris think?” the younger therapist says in reference to his five-years-divorced ex-wife).
Seeking out Daphne, Frasier finds her scrubbing his oven wearing black tights and a baggy denim jacket. He questions her about Niles’ and Martin’s strange behaviour, but yields only a rambling barrage of kooky familial anecdotes and several surprisingly accurate psychic readings of various objects around the kitchen.
Plopping down onto the sofa, exhausted, Frasier absent-mindedly runs a hand over his head and down to the thick mass of curls at the base of his skull. His attempts to contemplate the situation are ruined by Eddie staring silently at him from the other end of the couch, and he eventually flees to his room.
Frasier makes his way back to Nervosa several days later, not having bothered to shave and now sporting a light beard. Asking for his usual at the till, he’s befuddled when a large mug of draft beer comes sliding down the mahogany countertop into his hand. The doctor looks up to see none other than Sam Malone standing behind the counter, wiping down the glass case of biscottis with a dishrag. “Sam! Good heavens, what brings you here?!”, Frasier exclaims with awe. “Well, we couldn’t leave Woody in charge of the place again!” the ex-ballplayer chortles. “Last time, Cliff and Norm convinced him that lagers and pilsners were free on days ending in ‘y’!”.
The doctor strokes his beard with a curious awe as he notices the rest of his old Cheers buddies seated at various tables around the cafe, swilling beer and shooting the blue-collar breeze. Seeing Martin wander in - sans cane and wearing a tacky checkered blazer - Frasier rushes over to introduce his father to the rest of the gang, but “Martin” has no recollection of his own son, claiming his name is Sy Flembeck before sitting down at the upright piano where the espresso machine once stood and loudly improvising an obnoxious new jingle promoting the coffee shop to the tune of “Turkey in the Straw”.
Returning home with a high-end men’s grooming kit, Frasier spends the next few days recreating multiple, subtly-different hair and beard styles from his past, noting the various changes to furniture and artwork around the apartment and relishing a parade of no-strings-attached sexual encounters with old flames - several of whom have not lived in Seattle for years - all of them gathering their things and leaving without a word the next morning after he slips into the bathroom for a pre-breakfast trim or wax.
Before long, the doctor begins to create wild new ‘dos he’s never worn before, revelling in the variety of the lives being warped around him as he’s dragged by the mohawk to punk rock concerts by a temporarily childless, heroin-addicted Roz, enjoys a powdered-wig fueled week of 18th-century aristocracy, and dreadlocks his way into a smoke-filled radio booth to emcee another afternoon of KACL’s all-reggae lineup with Gil Rastamon and Noel Hempsky.
Months and indeed years pass as Frasier experiments with countless hairstyles, the people around him going through a wild series of phases and personalities along the way. Niles and Daphne - whose nuptial status Frasier has long since lost track of - assert that the time it takes for hair to grow through so many different lengths will inevitably see people going through changes, but Frasier points to the brief existence of one Franklin Crane - a preteen second son with his apparently-current wife Lilith that had appeared while Frasier began wearing a ponytail, and vanished the day he cut it off, along with his former marriage. Niles and Daphne claim to have no memory of such a person, though they seem to get a look of vague recollection as Frasier exasperatedly knits his fingers behind his head.
Storming out into the street, Frasier pauses to carefully pull a plastic shower cap over his mop of locks, protecting them from the light drizzle beginning to fall. The doctor knows he has long since become obsessed with finding the “right” hairstyle, and thus the right life, having transcended the realm of mere barbers and salons into expensive and exotic hair restoration treatments and wigs made from all variety of human and animal hair, but each new bang, fade, curl, sideburn, rattail, wing and pomp only raises another maddening combination of pros and cons, lives and deaths, riches, diseases, lovers, spouses, careers, crimes, profound honours and shattered legacies that prove impossible for one man to settle on. As torrents of rain begin to pour, he heads to the men’s fine goods shop yet again, this time purchasing nothing but an old-fashioned straight razor.
The credits theme plays over a shot of Frasier sitting on the floor in the middle of his empty condo, with a shaved head and face, completely alone.