Music From Another Room Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1998
- 104 min
- 107 Views
- A month?
- Yeah.
Okay. $1,550, but I can't
go any lower than that.
There's a waiting list a mile long.
Take it or leave it.
No, not that box!
Goddamn it!
I am never,
ever going to fall in love again!
Good luck.
I don't need nobody.
- Tambini said that with the letter
I'd get a job. - Well, he was wrong.
- I've come all the way from London!
- You got a green card?
Yeah,
I'm an American citizen.
I got 15 kids that are
waiting to apprentice.
- I'm not an apprentice.
- What can I tell you, kid?
I don't have the money.
If I did, I would hire 10 of you.
I mean, look how much
work I got to do here.
- Mel, you got to move that to the left!
- Okay, boss!
I could do that, sir.
I'm the best!
You're the best?
Call me in a week.
But the way you talk,
where are you from?
I'm from here.
I was born on an Army
base outside of town...
...but I moved to England with
my dad when I was five.
- Is that right?
- He died last year, so...
You work delivery
and the rent goes down.
Actually that might be useful,
because I'm waiting on a job.
- What do you do?
- Mosaics, you know?
- I work with tiles.
- Is there a call for that?
No, not enough.
It's a dying art, really.
They use computers to
design mosaics nowadays.
It's like baking, you know?
Now it's all plastic,
plastic wrap and advertisement.
Actually, I noticed downstairs, in front of
the shop, you have red granite floors.
Pretty rare, from Italy,
which is where I trained.
I wouldn't know.
This is it.
No smoking, no parties.
The girl before you here...
...she had parties.
Really?
- Smells good.
- Here you are.
Do you ride a bike?
- Yeah, I ride a bike.
- That's good.
Thank you.
Excuse me. Do you know
where Olmsted Street is?
Olmsted Street.
Thanks for your help.
Who is it?
I'm sorry. I'm lost.
I'm trying to deliver this cake.
Where to?
That's all right.
I'm looking for Olmsted Street.
Wait!
Anna?
We'll be back later, Mother.
I thought you were coming with us.
I can't.
I changed my mind.
- I won't let anything happen to you.
- Go with her. Have fun!
- I don't want to!
- Don't be silly.
I'm not being silly.
I can't skate.
It's easy. I'll show you how.
I bet he can skate. Can you?
- Yeah, I can skate.
- See? Anyone can do it.
No, I'll just stay
here with Mother.
Suit yourself.
I'm late.
Just make sure to tell Irene
that I'll baby-sit Lily tonight.
And make sure Mother takes
her medicine at 2:00 and 4:00.
- All right.
- Can I help you with something?
This gentleman is looking
for Olmsted Street.
Olmsted Street.
Okay, go up to the corner,
take a left.
When you get to the second stop sign,
you pass a drugstore to the right...
...go up to the
second stop sign...
...take a sharp right,
and then left at the church.
Did you understand all that?
Yeah.
You said that?
Five years old?
I know, my father told me that
stupid story millions of times.
- Now you meet her.
- It's kismet.
- Yeah. What's that?
- Fate.
Anna Swan,
what a beautiful name.
Vicious birds, swans, vicious.
What do you
know about them?
Once they drowned a boy
in Boston in some park.
No.
I mean the family.
Yes, they're very nice people.
They come in here sometimes.
Blind girl,
she has a sweet tooth.
She loves raspberry tarts.
The mother is sick...
...and the one called Anna
spends a lot of time with her.
- Does she live there?
- I don't think so. Why?
- He's in love with her.
- No, no. I'm not in love with her.
When you least want it,
love happens.
Like appendicitis.
I promise you, this is not love.
I know love.
No, when I fall in love,
it's like an alien invasion in my body.
I turn out like
a complete idiot.
I won't say it won't happen to me again,
but it won't be this time.
And what's the event?
She didn't say. She just called
up and ordered the cake.
- Nothing written on it?
- No.
- Nothing?
- Nothing.
You don't want to take it?
No, I'll take it.
It's my chance to meet them.
- Yes, coincidence.
- Exactly!
I can deliver the cake.
I recognize the house,
see the name on the door...
...introduce myself.
This is your chance to
meet the young lady.
Yeah.
Anna.
What is she? She's, you know,
not an astronaut or anything, is she?
- She's just a woman, right?
- Correct.
Right.
The world's full of women.
- More than men.
- Exactly! No big deal.
I helped deliver her.
What's, you know, the big deal?
Two normal people
being introduced.
Take all the mystery out of this situation,
and then we can just be friends.
Right.
Okay. Here.
Give me the cake.
Hi.
I'm Danny Kowalski.
I delivered you,
and now I'm delivering you a cake.
Hi.
Remember me?
I'm Danny Kowalski.
I remember you.
I really remember you.
It's me,
Danny Kowalski. Remember?
Hi.
I'm Danny.
- Hi!
- Hi, honey.
I'm glad you're here.
My God.
- You shouldn't move.
- Here, I'll put this... Is this cold?
- Now that blood will never come out.
- What happened?
- The delivery boy fell off his bike.
- I'm all right, really.
- I have your cake somewhere.
- That must be the cake I ordered.
What's the occasion?
- Are you okay?
- He'll probably sue.
- You think so?
- I would.
- I'll call an ambulance.
- No!
- Keep still, you idiot!
- I'm all right.
No. Really. Thank you.
I'm all right.
I'm fine.
Hello.
My name's Danny.
Danny Kowalski.
Oh, no.
Here.
Watch his head.
- Give him room. Just give him some space.
- Let's get him inside.
Hello.
No, wait.
Stop screaming!
Anna, would you
fetch that for me?
- Billy, come out of the refrigerator.
- Where's that beer I bought?
- You drank it, Billy.
- Hello.
Daniel!
There you are!
- Are you feeling better?
- Much better, thank you.
- Everybody...
- Hi.
Listen.
This is the man-child...
...who thrust these
very hands...
...deep inside my
reluctant womb...
...and wrestled...
...until he had
wrenched life itself...
...from my unwilling loins.
- Come here!
- That's extraordinary!
That's the retard!
You're the retard.
Here she is.
- Anna, come here.
- I thought you were kidding.
Isn't she magnificent?
Mother, please.
Hi.
Nice to meet you.
Last time we met,
you were covered in afterbirth.
- There's a line I bet you never
heard before. - Danny, this is Eric.
Danny is the man responsible
for bringing me into the world.
I'm very grateful. It'd be a less
interesting place without her.
- Think nothing of it.
- Glad you're feeling better.
- I'm Karen.
- Hi.
- Is that your baby?
- Right.
- Hello. - Can you bring
the baby in here, please?
- Why'd you fire her?
- I don't like her.
She read too fast
and she skipped parts.
He hired his girlfriend
to read for you.
She wasn't one
of my girlfriends.
Right. Your girlfriends
don't know how to read.
Honey.
That's so ridiculous.
Don't start that thing.
Mother used to read for me,
but she finds it hard to breathe now.
What's that sound?
These are...
These are pieces of tile
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