Music From Another Room

Synopsis: Music From Another Room is a romantic comedy that follows the exploits of Danny, a young man who grew up believing he was destined to marry the girl he helped deliver as a five year old boy when his mother's best friend went into emergency labor. Twenty-five years later, Danny returns to his hometown and finds the irresistible Anna Swan but she finds it easy to resist him since she is already engaged to dreamboat Eric, a very practical match. In pursuit of Anna, Danny finds himself entangled with each of the eccentric Swans including blind, sheltered Nina, cynical sister Karen, big brother Bill and dramatic mother Grace as he fights to prove that fate should never be messed with and passion should never be practical.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): Charlie Peters
Production: MGM Home Entertainment
Rotten Tomatoes:
104 min

What do you say we get

ourselves some turkey, partner?

They're here!

Now remember, I want you kids

to be especially nice to Danny.

- Why should we?

- Because I say so, that's why.

- Don't touch that pie.

- I'm hungry!


You don't know what hunger is.

You want to know about hunger,

talk to the Russians.

- They'll tell you about hunger.

- Grace has Russia on the brain.

But they're so grand!

Now, Grace was your mom's

best friend back in England...

...and she's a little nuts,

but she's nice.

Her husband is a

professor of something.

There will be a lot of kids in

there for you to play with, too.

And I don't want you kids teasing Danny.

Do you understand me?

- What's the matter with him?

- Liz's boy.

She died last year.

- He found her body.

- That is just so awful.

He's very shy.


He is a retard.

What did I say about using that

word in this house, William Swan?

What did I say?

- You going to be okay, partner?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

You want a blindfold or

a cigarette or something?

- No.

- You sure?


Ring the doorbell.

Hey, sweetheart.

Danny, welcome!

- Look at how big you are!

- Yeah.

And don't you look

like your mother!

When's the flag on that

butterball gonna pop?

- Professor.

- Doctor.

- How you doing?

- Can't complain.

Why don't you and the kids watch

some football with Danny?

Give her the cake.

There you go.

Thank you, Danny!

- Happy Thanksgiving.

- Welcome.

Let's get you a drink.

You moved.

Keep your arms still!

I miss Liz so much.

I'll see something on the TV,

and I'll want to call her and tell her.


I know what you mean.

Hank, would you mind?

No, not at all.

I can't imagine how

Danny must miss her.

How can he understand

a thing like that?

The shrink on the base says

eventually he'll come around.

Yeah, if nothing else,

he's resilient.

Did you know that the domestic turkey

is unable to procreate naturally?

I thought only Konrad

used that excuse.

We've genetically bred these poor birds

to have such large white-meat breasts...

...that it's impossible

for them to copulate.

- Anything for white meat.

- How do turkeys do it?

Test tubes. The way we'd do it,

if we were smart.

Richard is such a romantic.

Hank, I'm so happy that you and

Danny are going to be close by.

We're not. I signed on to a

NATO hospital outside of London.

- You did?

- You know, Liz's family's back there.

I figured that'd be

good for Danny.

- When do you leave?

- A couple weeks.

We'll expect you next year.

Hold on. Let's put her

on the couch over there.

- Okay.

- Don't push.

- You kids go outside and play!

- It's dark outside.

Take a flashlight!

- Can you hold on until the doctor

gets here? - Hank's a doctor.

- I'd prefer a sober one.

- Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Have you ever

done this before?

We don't deliver many

babies at the base.

We can hang on till that

ambulance gets here.

- I don't think so.

- What do you mean, "I don't think so"?

What she means, Richard,

is that this baby is hot to be born.

Nothing we do is gonna change that.

Hold her knee up here.

- I'm sorry, I've got to push!

- Where the hell is the ambulance?

If you gotta push, push.



Breathe, Gracie.

Okay, hold on.

Gracie, listen to me.

You have done this before.

We gotta give this baby

a little bit of help.

Push again.


All right. Ready.

One, two, three. Push.

- Push, Grace.

- A little bit more. That a girl.

All right. Okay. Breathe.

- Son of a b*tch.

- What?

We got a little problem here.

What do you mean,

"a little problem"?

- Nothing I can't handle, all right?

- What?

The umbilical cord

might be wrapped...

What do you mean,

it might be wrapped?

It might be wrapped

around the baby's neck.

Isn't there anything

you can do about it?

I don't know, Richard.

What do turkeys do?

Of course we can do something.

It's a common problem.


Get out of here!

Do what he says, son.

Breathe, Gracie, breathe.

- The retard's in there.

- Let me see!

No, wait.

Come here a second.

Let me see your hands.

Are they clean?

All right. Listen to me.

Listen good, okay?

I want you to help me out.

I want you to reach in there...

Inside my wife?

Look, my hands are too big.

I'm too damn drunk. His hands are smaller.

- He can tell me what the problem is.

- Let him do it!

- Can you do this for me?

- What are they doing in there?

Can you do this for me?

Okay. Now, there's a baby in there.

I'll explain later.

I want you to reach inside really slowly,

very gently, with one hand, okay?

Go on. Put your hand in there.

Slowly, slowly. There you go.

Okay. Can you feel the baby?

Can you feel the baby's head?

- I don't believe this!

- Shut up, Richard!

Can you feel its neck?

All right. I want you to

find the umbilical cord.

It's like a wet rope,

like the time we made that trailer hitch...

...and it's wrapped around

the baby's neck.

I want you to uncurl it

so the baby can be born.

- Can you feel it?

- He doesn't know what he's doing!

Keep trying, son.

Come on.

- Keep trying.

- This is insane.


You got it yet?

You do? You got it?

You got it. Okay, good.

Now I want you to

put your fingers...

...between the umbilical cord

and the baby's neck... that when you uncurl it,

the baby can be born, okay?

All right. Can you do that for me?

Do it for me now, son. Come on.

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