Kelsey Grammer is here to kill you.
“You know I’ve had a difficult life?” he asks, pouring you Evian from a carafe. “My father and sister were murdered, my brother killed by a shark.”
“Went to jail, too.” Kelsey Grammer dabs his mouth with a napkin. “And my production of Macbeth, well…”
He pops the cap off a fountain pen, then drives it through your eye. Go ahead and collapse.
“But the murders,” murmurs Kelsey Grammer, deflecting a bullet with his fork. “They’ll change a man.”
“Drive him to vengeance,” confirms Maura Tierney, gun smoking sadly, watching you bleed.