Sound Of Music Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Sound Of Music Script

The hills are alive With the sound of music With songs they have sung For a thousand years The hills fill my heart With the sound of music My heart wants to sing Every song it hears My heart wants to beat like the wings Of the birds that rise From the lake to the trees My heart wants to sigh Like a chime that flies From a church on a breeze To laugh like a brook When it trips and falls Over stones on its way To sing through the night Like a lark who is learning to pray I go to the hills When my heart is lonely I know I will hear What I've heard before My heart will be blessed With the sound of music And I'll sing... ...once more Hallelujah, hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah -Reverend Mother. -Sister Bernice. -I simply cannot find her. -Maria? She's missing again. We should've put a cowbell around her neck. Have you tried the barn? You know how much she adores the animals. I have looked everywhere. In all of the usual places. Sister, considering it's Maria. . . . . .I suggest you look in someplace unusual. Well, Reverend Mother. . . . . .I hope this new infraction ends whatever doubts. . . . . .you may still have about Maria's future here.

I always try to keep faith in my doubts, Sister Berthe. After all, the wool of a black sheep is just as warm. We are not talking about sheep, black or white, Sister Margaretta. Of all the candidates for the novitiate, Maria is the least-Children, children. We were speculating about the qualifications of our postulants. The Mistress of Novices and the Mistress of Postulants. . . . . .were trying to help me by expressing opposite points of view. Tell me, Sister Catherine, what do you think of Maria? She's a wonderful girl, some of the time. -Sister Agatha? -It's very easy to like Maria. . . . . .except when it's difficult. -And you, Sister Sophia? -Oh, I love her very dearly. But she always seems to be in trouble, doesn't she? Exactly what I say. She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee Her dress has got a tear She waltzes on her way to Mass And whistles on the stair And underneath her wimple She has curlers in her hair I've even heard her singing ln the abbey She's always late for chapel But her penitence is real She's always late for everything Except for every meal I hate to have to say it But I very firmly feel Maria 's not an asset to the abbey I'd like to say a word in her behalf Say it, Sister Margaretta. Maria makes me laugh How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a cloud And pin it down? How do you find a word That means Maria? A flibbertigibbet -A will-o '-the-wisp -A clown Many a thing you know You'd like to tell her Many a thing she ought to understand But how do you make her stay And listen to all you say? How do you keep a wave upon the sand? How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you hold a moonbeam... ...in your hand? When I'm with her I'm confused Out of focus and bemused And I never know exactly where I am -Unpredictable as weather -She's as flighty as a feather -She's a darling -She's a demon She's a lamb She'll out pester any pest Drive a hornet from its nest She can throw a whirling dervish Out of whirl -She is gentle, she is wild -She's a riddle, she's a child -She's a headache -She's an angel She's a girl How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a cloud And pin it down? How do you find a word That means Maria? -A flibbertigibbet -A will-o '-the-wisp A clown Many a thing you know You'd like to tell her

Many a thing she ought to understand -But how do you make her stay -And listen to all you say? How do you keep a wave upon the sand? How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you hold a moonbeam... ...in your hand? You may go in now, Maria. Come here, my child. Now sit down. Reverend Mother, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. -The hills were beckoning and before-- -Dear. I haven't summoned you for apologies. Please let me ask for forgiveness. If you'll feel better. Yes, you see, the sky was so blue today. . . . . .and everything was so green and fragrant, I had to be a part of it. The Untersberg led me higher like it wanted me to go through the clouds. Suppose darkness had come and you were lost? Mother, I could never be lost up there. That's my mountain. I was brought up on it. It was the mountain that led me to you. When I was a child, I would come down and climb a tree. . . . . .and look in your garden. I'd see the sisters at work and hear them sing. Which brings me to another transgression, Reverend Mother. I was singing out there today. Only in the abbey do we have rules about postulants singing. I can't stop wherever I am. Worse, I can't seem to stop saying things. Everything I think and feel. Some call that "honesty. " Oh, but it's terrible, Reverend Mother! You know how Sister Berthe makes me kiss the floor after a disagreement? Lately, I kiss the floor when I see her coming to save time. Maria. . . . . .when you saw us over the wall and longed to be with us. . . . . .that didn't mean you were prepared for the way we live here, did it? No, Mother, but I pray and I try. And I am learning. I really am. What is the most important lesson you have learned here? To find out what is the will of God and do it wholeheartedly. Maria. . . . . .it seems to be God's will that you leave us. -Leave? -Only for a while. No, Mother! Please don't send me away! This is where I belong. It's my home, my family. It's my life. -Are you truly ready for it? -Yes, I am. If you go out into the world for a time, knowing what we expect of you. . . . . .you will find out if you can expect it of yourself. I know what you expect, Mother, and I can do it! I promise I can! Yes, Mother. If it is God's will. There is a family near Salzburg that needs a governess until September. -September? -For seven children. Seven children?! Do you like children? Well, yes, but seven!

I will tell Captain von Trapp to expect you tomorrow. Captain? A retired officer of the lmperial Navy. A fine man and a brave one. His wife died, and he is alone with the children. I understand he has had a difficult time keeping a governess there. Why difficult, Reverend Mother? The Lord will show you in His own good time. When the Lord closes a door. . . . . .somewhere He opens a window. What will this day be like? I wonder What will my future be? I wonder It could be so exciting To be out in the world To be free My heart should be wildly rejoicing Oh, what's the matter with me? I've always longed for adventure To do the things I've never dared Now here I'm facing adventure Then why am I so scared? A captain with seven children What's so fearsome about that? I must stop these doubts and worries If I don 't ljust know I'll turn back I must dream of the things I am seeking I am seeking the courage I lack The courage to serve them With reliance Face my mistakes without defiance Show them I'm worthy And while I show them I'll show me So let them bring on All their problems I'll do better than my best I have confidence They'll put me to the test But I'll make them see I have confidence in me Somehow I will impress them I will be firm but kind And all those children Heaven bless them They will look up to me And mind me With each step I am more certain Everything will turn out fine I have confidence The world can all be mine They'll have to agree I have confidence in me I have confidence in sunshine I have confidence in rain I have confidence That spring will come again Besides which you see I have confidence in me Strength doesn 't lie in numbers Strength doesn 't lie in wealth Strength lies in nights Ofpeaceful slumbers When you wake up, wake up It's healthy All I trust I leave my heart to All I trust becomes my own I have confidence in confidence alone Oh, help. I have confidence in confidence alone

Besides which you see I have confidence... ...in me Hello. Here I am. I'm from the convent. I'm the new governess, captain. And I'm the old butler, frulein. Well, how do you do? You'll wait here, please. In future, remember certain rooms in this house are not to be disturbed. Yes, captain, sir. -Why do you stare at me that way? -You don't look like a sea captain. I'm afraid you don't look very much like a governess. -Turn around. -What? Turn. Hat off. Put on another dress before meeting the children. But I don't have another. When we enter the abbey, our worldly clothes go to the poor. What about this one? The poor didn't want it. There wasn't time to make a new dress. I can make clothes. I'll see that you get some material. Today, if possible. -Now, frulein. . . . -Maria. I don't know how much the abbess told you. You are the twelfth governess. . . . . .to look after my children since their mother died. I trust you will be an improvement on the last one. She stayed only two hours. What's wrong with the children, sir? Nothing is wrong with the children, only the governesses. They could not maintain discipline, without which the house cannot be run. Drill them in their studies. I will not permit them to dream away their summer holidays. Each afternoon, they march, breathing deeply. Bedtime is to be strictly observed. When do they play? You will see to it that they conduct themselves with the utmost decorum. -I am placing you in command. -Yes, sir. Now. . . . . .this is your new governess, Frulein Maria. Give your name at your signal. Frulein, listen carefully. Learn their signals so you can call them. Liesl. Friedrich. Louisa. Kurt. Brigitta. Marta. Gretl. Now, let's see how well you listened. I won't need to whistle for them, Reverend Captain. I mean, I'll use their names. Such lovely names. Frulein, this is a large house. The grounds are extensive. And I will not have anyone shouting. You will take this, please. Learn to use it. The children will help you. Now, when I want you, this is what you will hear.

Oh, no, sir. I'm sorry, sir! I could never answer to a whistle. Whistles are for animals, not for children. And definitely not for me. It would be too humiliating. Frulein, were you this much trouble at the abbey? Oh, much more, sir. I don't know your signal. You may call me "captain. " At ease. Now that there's just us. . . . . .would you please tell me all your names again and how old you are. I'm Liesl. I'm years old, and I don't need a governess. I'm glad you told me, Liesl. We'll just be good friends. I'm Friedrich. I'm . I'm impossible. Really? Who told you that, Friedrich? Frulein Josephine. Four governesses ago. I'm Brigitta. You didn't tell me how old you are, Louisa. I'm Brigitta. She's Louisa. She's years old, and you're smart. I'm and I think your dress is the ugliest one I ever saw. -Brigitta, you shouldn't say that. -Why not? -Don't you think it's ugly? -Of course. But Frulein Helga's was ugliest. I'm Kurt. I'm . I'm incorrigible. -Congratulations. -What's "incorrigible"? I think it means you want to be treated like a boy. I'm Marta, and I'm going to be seven on Tuesday. I'd like a pink parasol. Pink's my favorite color too. Yes, you're Gretl. And you're five years old? My, you're practically a lady. I have to tell you a secret. I've never been a governess. You don't know anything about being a governess? Nothing. I'll need lots of advice. The best way to start is to tell Father to mind his own business. Never come to dinner on time. Never eat your soup quietly. During dessert, always blow your nose. Don't you believe a word they say, Frulein Maria. -Oh, why not? -Because I like you. Children, outside for your walk. Father's orders. Hurry up. Quick, quick, quick. Frulein Maria, I'm Frau Schmidt, the housekeeper. How do you do. I'll show you to your room. Follow me. Poor little dears. You're very lucky. With Frulein Helga it was a snake. Good evening. -Good evening, children. -Good evening, Frulein Maria. Enchanting little ritual. Something you learned at the abbey? No. Rheumatism.

Excuse me, captain. Haven't we forgotten to thank the Lord? For what we receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful. -Amen. -Amen. I'd like to thank you all. . . . . .for the precious gift you left in my pocket today. What gift? It's a secret between the children and me. Then I suggest you keep it, and let us eat. Knowing how nervous I must have been. . . . . .a stranger in a new household. . . . . .knowing how important it was for me to feel accepted. . . . . .it was so kind and thoughtful of you to make my first moments here. . . . . .so warm and happy. . . . . .and pleasant. -What is the matter, Marta? -Nothing. Frulein. . . . . .is it to be at every meal or merely at dinnertime. . . . . .that you intend leading us through this rare and wonderful new world. . . . . .of indigestion? They're all right, captain. They're just happy. -Rolf, good evening. -Good evening, Franz. -I trust everything is under control? -Yes, yes. -Are there any developments? -Perhaps. -Is the captain home? -He's at dinner. -With the family? -Yes. Give him this telegram at once. Certainly. A telegram for you, sir. Franz? Who delivered it? That young lad Rolf, of course. Father, may I be excused? Children, in the morning I shall be going to Vienna. Not again, Father! How long will you be gone this time? I'm not sure, Gretl. -To visit Baroness Schraeder again? -Mind your own business! As a matter of fact, yes, Louisa. -Why can't we ever see the baroness? -Why would she want to see you? You are going to see the baroness. I'm bringing her back with me to visit. And Uncle Max. Uncle Max! Rolf! Oh, Rolf! -No, Liesl. We mustn't! -Why not, silly? -I don't know-- -Isn't this why you're waiting? Yes, of course. -I've missed you, Liesl. -You have? How much? I even thought of sending a telegram, so I'd be able to deliver it here. Oh, that's a lovely thought! Why don't you, right now? -But I'm here! -Please, Rolf. Send me a telegram. I'll start it for you. "Dear Liesl. . . . " "Dear Liesl: I'd like to be able to tell you. . . . . .how I feel about you. Stop. Unfortunately, this wire is already too expensive. Sincerely, Rolf. " -"Sincerely"? -Cordially.

-"Cordially"? -Affectionately? Will there be any reply? "Dear Rolf: Stop. Don't stop! Your Liesl. " If only we didn't have to wait for someone to send Father a telegram. How do I know when I'll see you again? Well, let's see. . . . I could come here by mistake. With a telegram for Colonel Schneider! He's here from Berlin staying with-No one knows he's here. Don't tell your father. -Why not? -Your father's so Austrian. We're all Austrian. Some think we ought to be German, and they're very mad at those who don't. They're getting ready to-Let's hope your father doesn't get into trouble. Don't worry. He's a big naval hero. He was even decorated by the emperor. I don't worry about him. I worry about his daughter. Me? Why? -Well, you're so-- -What? You're such a baby! I'm . What's such a baby about that? You wait, little girl On an empty stage For fate to turn the light on Your life, little girl ls an empty page That men will want to write on To write on You are going on Baby, it's time to think Better beware Be canny and careful Baby, you're on the brink You are going on Fellows will fall in line Eager young lads And rous and cads Will offer you food and wine Totally unprepared are you To face a world of men Timid and shy and scared are you Of things beyond your ken You need someone older and wiser Telling you what to do I am going on I'll take care of you I am going on I know that I'm naive Fellows I meet May tell me I'm sweet And willingly I believe I am going on Innocent as a rose Bachelor dandies Drinkers of brandies What do I know of those? Totally unprepared am I To face a world of men Timid and shy and scared am I Of things beyond my ken I need someone older and wiser Telling me what to do You are going on

I'll depend on you Come in. Frau Schmidt. For your new dresses. -The captain had these sent from town. -Oh, how lovely! These will make the prettiest clothes I've ever had. Do you think he would get me more material if I asked? -How many dresses do you need? -Not for me, for the children. I want to make them some play clothes. The von Trapp children don't play. They march. Surely you don't approve of that. Ever since the captain lost his poor wife. . . . . .he runs this house as if on one of his ships. Whistles, orders. No more music, no more laughing. Nothing that reminds him of her. Even the children. But that's so wrong. Oh, well. How do you like your room? There'll be new drapes at the windows. Bu these are fine. New ones have been ordered. -But I really don't need them. -Good night, now. Frau Schmidt, if I asked the captain about the material. . .? -He's leaving in the morning. -Of course. How long will he be gone? It depends. The last time he visited the baroness, he stayed for a month. I shouldn't be saying this to you. I don't know you that well. But if you ask me, the captain's thinking seriously. . . . . .of marrying her before summer's over. Wonderful! The children will have a mother again. Yes. Well, good night. Good night. Dear Father, now I know why You sent me here. To help these children prepare for a new mother. And I pray this will become a happy family in Thy sight. God bless the captain. God bless Liesl and Friedrich. God bless Louisa, Brigitta, Marta and little Gretl. And I forgot the other boy. What's his name? Well, God bless what's-his-name. God bless the Reverend Mother and Sister Margaretta. . . . . .and everybody at the abbey. And now, dear God, about Liesl. Help her know that I'm her friend. . . . . .and help her tell me what she's been up to. Are you going to tell on me? Help me to be understanding so I may guide her footsteps. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. I was out walking and somebody locked the doors early. I didn't want to wake everybody, so when I saw your window open. . . . You're not going to tell Father, are you? How did you climb up? It's how we always got in to play tricks on the governess. Louisa can make it with a whole jar of spiders in her hand. Spiders? Were you out walking all by yourself? If we wash that dress tonight, nobody would notice it tomorrow. You could put this on.

Take your dress and put it to soak in the bathtub. Come back here and sit on the bed, and we'll have a talk. I told you today I didn't need a governess. Well, maybe I do. Gretl, are you scared? You're not frightened of a storm, are you? You just stay right here with me. -Where are the others? -They're asleep. They're not scared. Oh, no? Look. All right, up here on the bed. -Really? -Well, just this once. Come on. -Now we'll wait for the boys. -You won't see them. Boys are brave. You weren't scared, were you? Oh, no. We just wanted to be sure that you weren't. -That's very thoughtful of you. -It wasn't my idea. It was Kurt's! Kurt! That's the one I left out! God bless Kurt. Why does it do that? The lightning talks to the thunder, and the thunder answers. -But lightning must be nasty. -Not really. Why does the thunder get so angry? It makes me want to cry. Whenever I'm feeling unhappy, I just try to think of nice things. What kind of things? Well, let me see. Nice things. . . . Daffodils. Green meadows. Skies full of stars. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles And warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages Tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream-colored ponies And crisp apple strudels Doorbells and sleigh bells And schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly With the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things Girls in white dresses With blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay On my nose and eyelashes Silver white winters That melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don 't feel so bad -Does it work? -Of course. -What do you like? -Pussy willow! -Christmas! -Bunny rabbits! Snakes! -Chocolate icing! -No school! Pillow fights! -Telegrams! -Birthday presents! -Any presents! -Ladybugs! A good sneeze! Gesundheit! See what fun it is? Raindrops on roses And whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles And warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages Tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream-colored ponies And crisp apple strudels Doorbells and sleigh bells And schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly With the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things Together. Girls in white dresses With blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay On my nose and eyelashes Silver white winters That melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bi-Dog bites. Hello. Frulein, did I not tell you that bedtime is to be strictly observed? The children were upset by the storm, so l-You did, sir. Do you, or do you not, have difficulty remembering such simple instructions? Only during thunderstorms. Liesl? I don't recall seeing you after dinner. Really? As a matter of fact-Yes? Well, I was-What she would like to say. . . . . .is that she and I have been getting acquainted tonight. It's too late to go into that. You heard your father. Go back to bed. Frulein. . . . . .you have managed to remember I'm leaving in the morning? Is it also possible you remember the first rule in this house is discipline? Then I trust that before I return. . . . . .you'll have acquired some? Captain? Could I talk to you about clothes for the children for when they play? -If I could have some material. -You are many things. Not the least of which is repetitious. -But they're children! -Yes. And I'm their father. Good night. Girls in white dresses With blue satin sashes When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don 't feel... ...so bad Children, over here. See! Come on. Frulein Maria? Can we do this every day? -Don't you think you'd get tired of it? -I suppose so. Every other day? I haven't had so much fun since we put glue on Frulein Josephine's toothbrush. I can't understand how children as nice as you can play such tricks. -It's easy. -But why do it? How else can we get Father's attention?

Oh, I see. We'll have to think about that one. All right, over here. What are we going to do? Think of a song for the baroness. Father doesn't like us to sing. Perhaps we can change his mind. Now, what songs do you know? We don't know any songs. -Not any? -We don't even know how to sing. Let's not lose time. You must learn. But how? Let's start at the very beginning A very good place to start When you read you begin with A, B, C When you sing, you begin with Do-Re-Mi Do-re-mi Do-re-mi The first three notes Just happen to be Do-re-mi Do-re-mi Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti Let's see if I can make it easier. "Doe, " a deer A female deer "Ray, " a drop of golden sun "Me, " a name I call myself "Far, " a long long way to run "Sew, " a needle pulling thread "La, " a note to follow sew "Tea, " a drink with jam and bread That will bring us back to doe -Doe -A deer, a female deer -Ray -A drop of golden sun -Me -A name I call myself -Far -A long long way to run Sew, a needle pulling thread -La -A note to follow sew -Tea -A drink with jam and bread That will bring us back to -Doe -A deer, a female deer Ray, a drop of golden sun Me, a name I call myself Far, a long long way to run Sew, a needle pulling thread La, a note to follow sew Tea, a drink with jam and bread That will bring us back to doe Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do, so-do Do-re-mi-fa-so and so on are only the tools we use to build a song. Once you have them in your head you can sing different tunes. . . . . .by mixing them up. Like this: So-do-la-fa-mi-do-re Can you do that? So-do-la-fa-mi-do-re So-do-la-ti-do-re-do So-do-la-ti-do-re-do Now, put it all together.

So-do-la-fa-mi-do-re So-do-la-ti-do-re-do -Good. -But it doesn't mean anything. So we put in words. One word for every note. Like this: When you know the notes to sing You can sing most anything Together! When you know the notes to sing You can sing most anything -Doe -A deer, a female deer -Ray -A drop of golden sun -Me -A name I call myself -Far -A long long way to run -Sew -A needle pulling thread -La -A note to follow sew -Tea -A drink with jam and bread That will bring us back to doe When you know the notes to sing You can sing most anything Doe A deer, a female deer Ray A drop of golden sun Me A name I call myself Far A long long way to run Sew A needle pulling thread La A note to follow sew Tea A drink with jam and bread That will bring us back to So-do-la-fa-mi-do-re So-do-la-fa-ti La-so Ti-do So-do The mountains are magnificent, really magnificent. -I had them put up just for you. -Oh? Even if it's to a height of feet. . . . . .Georg always believes in "rising to the occasion. " Improve the jokes or I'll disinvite you. You didn't invite me. I invited myself. -Naturally. -You needed a chaperone. . . . . .and I needed a place where the cuisine is superb. . . . . .the wine cellar unexcelled. . . . . .and the price perfect. Max, you are outrageous. Not at all. I'm a very charming sponge. Listen. That's the Klopmann Monastery Choir. They're good. Very good. I must explore this area in the next few days. Somewhere, a hungry singing group is waiting for Max Detweiler. . . . . .to pluck it out and make it famous at the Salzburg Folk Festival. -They get fame, you get money. -It's unfair, I admit it. But someday that'll be changed. I shall get the fame too. Good heavens, what's this? It's nothing. Just some local urchins. This really is exciting for me, Georg. Being here with you.

Trees, lakes, you've seen them before. That is not what I mean, and you know it. -You mean me? I'm exciting? -Is that so impossible? No, just highly improbable. -There you go, running yourself down. -Well, I'm a dangerous driver. You're much less of a riddle when I see you here, Georg. -In my natural habitat? -Yes, exactly. Are you saying that I'm more at home. . . . . .among the birds and the flowers and the wind that moves. . . . . .through the trees like a restless sea? How poetic. Yes, it was rather, wasn't it? More at home here than in Vienna in all your glittering salons. . . . . .gossiping gaily with bores I detest, soaking myself in champagne. . . . . .stumbling about to waltzes by Strausses I can't even remember? -Is that what you're saying? -Yes. Now whatever gave you that idea? Oh, I do like it here, Georg. It's so lovely and peaceful. How can you leave it so often? Oh, pretending to be madly active, I suppose. Activity suggests a life filled with purpose. Could it be running away from memories? Or perhaps just searching for a reason to stay. I hope that's why you've been coming to Vienna so often. -Were there other distractions? -I'd hardly call you a distraction. Well, what would you call me, Georg? Lovely. . . . . .charming, witty, graceful, the perfect hostess. . . . . .and, you're going to hate me for this. . . . . .in a way, my savior. Oh, how unromantic. I'd be an ungrateful wretch if I didn't say. . . . . .that you brought some meaning back into my life. I am amusing, I suppose. I have the finest couturier in Vienna and a glittering circle of friends. -I do give some rather gay parties. -Oh, yes. But take all that away. . . . . .and you have just wealthy, unattached little me. . . . . .searching, just like you. More strudel, Herr Detweiler? -How many have I had? -Two. Make it an uneven three. Still eating, Max? Must be unhappy. That mixed quartet I've been trying to steal away from Sol Hurok. . . -What happened? -. . .Sascha Petrie stole them first. I hate thieves. Max, you really must try and learn to love yourself. I had to call Paris, Rome and Stockholm. -On Georg's telephone, of course. -How else could I afford it? I like rich people, the way they live and how I live when I'm with them. I wonder where the children are. They must have heard I was coming and hid. I was hoping they'd be here to welcome you. Max, do step out of character for a moment and try and be charming. Well? Well what? Have you made up his mind? Do I hear wedding bells?

-Pealing madly. -Marvelous. -Not necessarily for me. -What kind of talk's that? None-of-your-business talk. I'm terribly fond of him, so don't toy with us. But I'm a child. I like toys. So tell me everything. Come on. Tell me every teensy-weensy, intimate, disgusting detail. Well, let's just say I have a feeling I may be here on approval. -I approve of that. How can you miss? -Far too easily. If I know you, darling, and I do, you will find a way. -He's no ordinary man. -No, he's rich. His wife's death gave him a great heartache. And your husband's death gave you a great fortune. Oh, Max, you really are a beast. You and Georg are like family. That's why I want to see you married. We must keep all that lovely money in the family. -What are you doing there? -Oh, Captain von Trapp. I was just looking for. . . . I didn't see, I mean, I didn't know you were-Heil Hitler! Who are you? I have a telegram for Herr Detweiler. -I am Herr Detweiler. -Yes, sir. You've delivered your telegram. Now get out. -Georg, he's just a boy. -Yes, and I'm just an Austrian. Things will happen. Make sure they don't happen to you. Max! Don't you ever say that again. I have no political convictions. -Can I help it if other people do? -You can help it. You must help it. Hello? You're far away. Where are you? In a world that's disappearing, I'm afraid. Is there any way I could bring you back to the world I'm in? -Father! Father! -There's your father! Oh, captain, you're home! Come out of that water at once! Oh, you must be Baroness Schraeder. I'm soaked to the skin! Straight line! This is Baroness Schraeder. And these. . . . . .are my children. How do you do? Go inside, dry off, clean up, change your clothes and report back here! Frulein, you will stay here, please! I think I'd better go see what Max is up to. Now, frulein. . . . . .I want a truthful answer. Yes, captain. Is it possible, or could I have just imagined it? Have my children, by any chance, been climbing trees today? Yes, captain. I see. And where, may I ask, did they get these. . . . -Play clothes. -Is that what they are? I made them from the drapes that used to hang in my bedroom. -Drapes? -They have plenty of wear left.

We've been everywhere in them. Are you telling me that my children have been roaming about Salzburg. . . . . .dressed up in nothing but some old drapes? And having a marvelous time! -They have uniforms. -Forgive me, straitjackets. They can't be children if they worry about clothes-They don't complain. They don't dare. They love you too much and fear-Don't discuss my children. You've got to hear, you're never home-I don't want to hear more! I know you don't, but you've got to! -Liesl's not a child. -Not one word-Soon she'll be a woman and you won't even know her. Friedrich wants to be a man but you're not here to show-Don't you dare tell me-Brigitta could tell you about him. She notices everything. Kurt acts tough to hide the pain when you ignore him. . . . . .the way you do all of them. Louisa, I don't know about yet. The little ones just want love. Please, love them all. I don't care to hear more. -I am not finished yet, captain! -Oh, yes, you are, captain! Frulein. Now, you will pack your things this minute. . . . . .and return to the abbey. What's that? It's singing. Yes, I realize it's singing. But who is singing? The children. The children? I taught them something to sing for the baroness. My heart wants to sing Every song it hears Every song that it hears My heart wants to beat like the wings Of the birds that rise From the lake to the trees To the trees My heart wants to sigh Like a chime that flies From a church on a breeze To laugh like a brook When it trips and falls Over stones on its way On its way To sing through the night Like a lark who is learning to pray I go to the hills When my heart is lonely I know I will hear What I've heard before My heart will be blessed With the sound of music And I'll sing... ...once more Edelweiss! You never told me how enchanting your children are. Don't go away. Frulein. I. . .

. . .behaved badly. I apologize. I'm far too outspoken. It's one of my worst faults. You were right. I don't know my children. There's still time, captain. They want so much to be close to you. And you brought music back into the house. I'd forgotten. Frulein. I want you to stay. I ask you to stay. -If I could be of any help. -You have already. More than you know. Marta. Curtain! High on a hill was a lonely goatherd Loud was the voice Of the lonely goatherd Folks in a town That was quite remote heard Lusty and clear From the goatherd's throat heard Marta. Marta! Gretl, the prince! A prince on the bridge Of a castle moat heard Men on a road With a load to tote heard Men in the midst Of a table d'hte heard Men drinking beer With the foam afloat heard One little girl ln a pale pink coat heard She yodeled back To the lonely goatherd Soon her mama With a gleaming gloat heard What a duet for a girl and goatherd One little girl ln a pale pink coat heard She yodeled back To the lonely goatherd Soon her mama With a gleaming gloat heard What a duet for a girl and goatherd Happy are they Soon the duet will become a trio -Bravo! -Bravo! Very good! Wonderful! -Can we keep the puppets, Uncle Max? -Yes, can we? Of course you may, my darlings. Why else did I tell Professor Kohner to send the bill to your father? Well done, frulein. I really am very much impressed. They're your children, captain. My dear, is there anything you can't do? Well, I'm not sure I'll make a good nun. If you have any problems, I'd be happy to help you. Attention, everyone! I have an announcement to make. Surprise! Surprise! Today, after a long and desperate search. . . . . .I have found a most exciting entry for the Salzburg Folk Festival. Congratulations, Max. And who will you be exploiting this time? -The Saint lgnatius Choir? -Guess again. Well, let me see now. The Klopmann Choir? -No, no, no, no. -No, no? Tell us. A singing group all in one family. You'll never guess, Georg.

What a charming idea! Whose family? Yours. They'll be the talk of the festival. -Well, now, what's so funny? -You are, Max. You're expensive, but very funny. -They'll be a sensation! -No, Max. It's a wonderful idea. Fresh, original. Max! My children do not sing in public. You can't blame me for trying. Children, who shall we hear from next? Who? Yes. The vote is unanimous. You, captain. Me? -I don't understand. -Please. No, no, no, no. I'm told that you were quite good. -That was a very, very long time ago. -I remember, Father. -Play us something we know. -Oh, please, Father. Well. . . . -Why didn't you tell me? -What? To bring along my harmonica. Edelweiss Edelweiss Every morning you greet me Small and white Clean and bright You look happy... ... to meet me Blossom of snow May you bloom and grow Bloom and grow forever Edelweiss Edelweiss Bless my homeland forever -Edelweiss -Edelweiss -Edelweiss -Edelweiss Every morning you greet me -Small and white -Small and white -Clean and bright -Clean and bright You look happy... ... to meet me Blossom of snow May you bloom and grow Bloom and grow forever Edelweiss Edelweiss Bless my homeland forever Anytime you say the word, Georg, you can be part of my new act: The von Trapp Family Singers. I have a wonderful idea, Georg. Let's really fill this house with music. You must give a grand and glorious party for me. -A party? -Yes, Father, please! It's high time I met all your friends. . .

. . .and they met me. Don't you agree? -I see what you mean. -Oh, please! Children, it's bedtime. Come now, say good night. Good night, Father. -Good night. -Good night, Baroness Schraeder. Good night, Father. Good night, Uncle Max. It'll be my first party, Father! -Captain. -Herr Zeller. Baroness Schraeder. -Good evening, Herr Zeller. -Baroness. How do you do? Good evening. Did you notice the obvious display of the Austrian flag? The women look so beautiful. I think they look ugly. You're just scared of them. Silly, only grown-up men fear women. -I think the men look beautiful. -How would you know? Liesl, who are you dancing with? Nobody. Oh, yes, you are. May I have this dance? I'd be delighted, young man. Why didn't you tell me you could dance? We feared you'd make us all dance. The von Trapp Family Dancers. What are they playing? It's the Laendler. An Austrian folk dance. -Show me. -I haven't danced since I was little. You remember. Please? -Well. . . . -Please. All right. Come on over here. Now you bow and I curtsy. -Like this? -Fine. Now we go for a little walk. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three, step together. Now, step hop, step hop. Now turn under. Not quite. This way. Hop step, hop. And under. Kurt, we'll have to practice. Do allow me, will you? I don't remember anymore. -Your face is all red. -Is it? I don't suppose I'm used to dancing. Why, that was beautifully done. What a lovely couple you make. It's time the children said good night. We'll be in the hall. -We have something special prepared. -Right! Yes, come on! All that needless worrying, Georg. You thought you wouldn't find a friend at the party. -A bit chilly out tonight, isn't it? -Oh, I don't know. It seemed rather warm to me. Ladies and gentlemen. The children of Captain von Trapp wish to say good night to you. There's a sad sort of clanging From the clock in the hall And the bells in the steeple too And up in the nursery An absurd little bird Is popping up to say "coo-coo"

Coo-coo Coo-coo Regretfully they tell us But firmly they compel us To say goodbye To you So long, farewell Auf Wiedersehen, good night I hate to go And leave this pretty sight So long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, adieu Adieu, adieu To you and you and you So long, farewell Au revoir, auf Wiedersehen I'd like to stay And taste my first champagne -Yes? -No. So long, farewell Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye I leave and heave a sigh And say goodbye Goodbye I'm glad to go I cannot tell a lie I flit, I float I fleetly flee, I fly The sun has gone to bed And so must I So long Farewell Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Extraordinary! What they'd do at the festival. Young lady, I must have a word with you. Georg, you won't let this girl get away. She must join the party. -No, really l-- -Stop. Stop it now. -Georg, please. -You can if you want to, frulein. I insist. You will be my dinner partner. This is business. Franz. . . . . .set another place next to mine for Frulein Maria. -Whatever you say. -It appears to be all arranged. -It does. -I'm not suitably dressed. You can change. We'll wait. Captain, you must be very proud of your youngsters. I am, thank you. Is there a more beautiful expression of what is good in our country. . . . . .than the innocent voices of our children? Oh, come now, baron. Would you have us believe that Austria holds a monopoly on virtue? Herr Zeller, some of us prefer Austrian voices raised in song. . . . . .to ugly German threats. The ostrich buries his head in the sand. . . . . .and sometimes in the flag. Perhaps those who would warn you that the Anschluss is coming, and it is. . . . . .would get further with you by setting their words to music. If the Nazis take over Austria, you will be the entire trumpet section. You flatter me. Oh, how clumsy of me. I meant to accuse you. It's very kind of you to offer to help me, baroness. I'm delighted, Maria.

I really don't think I have anything that would be appropriate. Now where is that lovely little thing you were wearing the other evening? When the captain couldn't keep his eyes off you. Couldn't keep his eyes off me? Come, my dear, we are women. Let's not pretend we don't know when a man notices us. -Here we are. -The captain notices everybody. There's no need to feel so defensive, Maria. You are quite attractive, you know. The captain would hardly be a man if he didn't notice you. Baroness, I hope you're joking. Not at all. I've never done a thing to-You don't have to, my dear. Nothing's more irresistible to a man than a woman who's in love with him. -In love with him? -Of course. What makes it so nice is he thinks he's in love with you. But that's not true. Surely you've noticed the way he looks into your eyes. And you know, you blushed in his arms when you were dancing just now. Don't take it to heart. He'll get over it soon enough, I think. Men do, you know. Then I should go. I mustn't stay here. -Is there something I can do to help? -No, nothing. Yes. Don't say a word to the captain. No, I wouldn't dream of it. Goodbye, Maria. I'm sure you'll make a very fine nun. Champagne, darling. I feel like celebrating. Cheers. -You know something. -Perhaps. If you're so clever, tell me how to get frulein to influence Georg. I want those children in the festival. Elsa, this is important to Austria. Wouldn't do you any harm either. I thought of that. Well, if it's a matter of influence. . . . . .maybe the one you have to be talking to is me. -Two. -Three. -Four. -Five. -Six. -Seven. Eight. -Four. -Two. -Seven. -Five. -Two. -Six. Isn't this fun? -Four. -I'm number five. -Oh, yes. -Eight. -Two. -Four. Six. Two. Baroness Schraeder, do you mind if we stop now? We're tired. Whatever you want, dear. We'll do it again tomorrow.

The country's so restful, isn't it? Have some lemonade. There must be an easier way. I get a fiendish delight thinking of you as the mother of seven. How do you plan to do it? Darling, haven't you ever heard. . . . . .of a delightful little thing called boarding school? Baroness Machiavelli. Uncle Max, where's Father? I think he's in the house. What's the matter with all you gloomy pussies? -Nothing. -I know. Let's have a rehearsal. What for? Let's make believe we're on-stage at the festival. -I don't feel like singing. -Not without Frulein Maria. Liesl, get the guitar. Come on, Marta. Everybody into the group. Get in your places. Now be cheerful, right? Give us the key, Liesl. Now, impress me. Gretl, why don't you sing? I can't. I've got a sore finger. But you sang so beautifully the night of the party. Come on, all of you. Try something you know. Enjoy it. Be cheerful. All right, Liesl. The hills are alive With the sound of music With songs they have sung For a thousand years The hills fill my heart With the sound of music They wanted to sing for me, bless their hearts. That's lovely, lovely. Don't stop. -Something long and cool, Georg? -No, thank you, darling. -Father? -Yes, Brigitta? Is it true Frulein Maria isn't coming back? Yes, I suppose it's true. What have we got here? -Pink lemonade. -Laced with lemonade. I don't believe it, Father. -What? -About Frulein Maria. Oh, Frulein Maria! Didn't I tell you what her note said? I'm sure I did. She said she missed her life at the abbey. She had to leave us. And that's all there is to it. I think I'm brave enough to try some of that. -She didn't even say goodbye. -She did in her note. That isn't the same thing. Not too sweet, not too sour. Just too pink. Father, who is our new governess going to be? Well. . . . . .you're not going to have a governess anymore. -We're not? -No. You're going to have a new mother. A new mother? We talked about it last night. It's all settled.

And we're all going to be very happy. Well, all right, all right. Run off and play. Yes, my children? -My name is Liesl. -Yes, Liesl? We, my brothers and sisters, want to see Frulein Maria. Frulein Maria? Oh, Maria. Come in, please. Wait here. I'm Sister Margaretta. I understand you inquired about Maria. We have to see her. Will you tell her we're here? -I'm afraid I can't do that. -But you've got to! -She's our governess. -We want her back. She didn't even say goodbye. All we want to do is talk to her. I'm very sorry, but Maria is in seclusion. -She hasn't been seeing anyone. -She'll see us. I want to show her my finger. Some other time, dear. I'll tell her you were here. -It was sweet of you to call. -We have to speak to her! Run along, children. Run along home. I'm sure she'd like to see us. Sister Margaretta, please. -Goodbye, children. -Sister Margaretta, may we, please? What was that about, Sister? The von Trapp children, Reverend Mother. They want to see Maria. Has she spoken yet? Has she told you anything? She doesn't say a word, Reverend Mother, except in prayer. Poor child. It's strange. She seems happy to be back here. . . . . .and yet she's unhappy too. Perhaps I have been wrong in leaving her alone so long. Bring her to me, even if she's not yet ready. Yes, Reverend Mother. Sister Augusta, take our new postulant to the robing room. God bless you, my daughter. Yes, bring her in. You've been unhappy. I'm sorry. Reverend Mother. Why did they send you back to us? They didn't send me back. I left. Sit down, Maria. Tell me what happened. I was frightened. -Frightened? Were they unkind to you. -Oh, no! No, I was confused. I felt. . . . I've never felt that way before. I couldn't stay. I knew that here I'd be away from it. I'd be safe. Maria, our abbey is not to be used as an escape. What is it you can't face? I can't face him again. Him? Thank you, Sister Margaretta. Captain von Trapp? -Are you in love with him? -I don't know!

I don't know. I-The baroness said I was. She said that he was in love with me. But I didn't want to believe it. There were times we looked at each other. I could hardly breathe. -Did you let him see your feelings? -I don't know. That's what's torturing me. I was on God's errand. To have asked for his love would have been wrong. I just couldn't stay. I'm ready at this moment to take my vows. -Please help me. -Maria. The love of a man and a woman is holy. You have a great capacity to love. You must find out how God wants you to spend your love. But I pledged my life to God. I pledged my life to his service. My daughter, if you love this man, it doesn't mean you love God less. No. You must find out. You must go back. You can't ask me to do that. -Please let me stay. I beg-- -Maria. These walls were not built to shut out problems. You have to face them. You have to live the life you were born to live. Climb every mountain Search high and low Follow every byway Every path you know Climb every mountain Ford every stream Follow every rainbow Till you find your dream A dream that will need All the love you can give Every day of your life For as long as you live Climb every mountain Ford every stream Follow every rainbow Till you find your dream A dream that will need All the love you can give Every day of your life For as long as you live Climb every mountain Ford every stream Follow every rainbow Till you find... ... your dream Now, it's not like my children to be secretive. We're not being secretive, Father. And it's not like my children to be late for dinner. -We lost track of the time. -I see. Who's going to be the first one to tell me the truth? Friedrich. Brigitta. Liesl. Where do you think we were, Father? If you don't believe us, you must have some idea of where you think we were. -Marta. -Yes, Father. You tell me.

Friedrich told you, Father. We were berry picking. -I forgot! You were berry picking. -Yes, we love berry picking. All afternoon? -We picked thousands. -Thousands? -They were all over the place. -What kind of berries? -Blueberries, sir. -Blueberries. It's too early for blueberries. -They were strawberries. -Strawberries? It's been so cold lately, they turned blue. Very well. Show me the berries. -We. . . . -Well. . . . -Show me the berries you picked. -We don't have them. You don't have them? What happened to them? -We. . . . -We ate them. -You ate them? -Yes! -They were so good. -Delicious. Very well. Since you've obviously stuffed yourselves on thousands of berries. . . . . .you can't be hungry anymore, so I'll have to tell Frau Schmidt. . . . . .to skip your dinner. It's your fault. We should have told him the truth. And made him boiling mad at us? It's better than starving to death. We didn't do anything wrong. We just wanted to see her. My stomach's making noises. The least they could have done was to let us say hello. -I wonder what grass tastes like. -I feel awful. When Frulein Maria wanted to feel better she used to sing that song. Let's try it. Raindrops on roses And whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles And warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages Tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Why don't I feel better? Girls in white dresses With blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay On my nose and eyelashes -Silver white winters... -Frulein Maria's back! ... that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don 't feel So bad -Children, I'm so glad to see you. -We missed you. I missed you. -Kurt, how are you? -Hungry. -What happened to your finger? -It got caught. -Caught in what? -Friedrich's teeth. -Liesl, you all right? -Just fair. -Any telegrams been delivered lately? -None at all. But I'm learning to accept it. I'll be glad when school begins. Liesl, you can't use school to escape your problems. You have to face them. I have so much to tell you.

We have things to tell you too. The most important thing is that Father is going to be married. Married? Yes, to Baroness Schraeder. Oh, I see. Father, look! Frulein Maria's back! Frulein Maria's back from the abbey. Good evening, captain. Good evening. Everyone inside for dinner. Dinner! You left without saying goodbye. Even to the children. It was wrong of me. Forgive me. Why did you? Please don't ask me. The reason no longer exists. Frulein Maria, you've returned. Isn't it wonderful, Georg? I wish you every happiness, baroness. You too, captain. The children say you're to marry. Thank you, my dear. You are back to stay? Only until arrangements can be made for another governess. There you are. I must speak to cook about the schnitzel. It is entirely too delicious for my figure. And it makes you much too quiet at the dinner table. Or was it the wine? Undoubtedly the wine. You have no idea the trouble I'm having. . . . . .trying to decide on a wedding present for you. Oh, I know. I'm enough. But I do want you to have some little trifle for the occasion. At first I thought of a fountain pen. . . . . .but you've already got one. Then I thought perhaps a villa in the south of France. . . . . .but they are so difficult to gift-wrap. Oh, Georg, how do you feel about yachts? A long, sleek one for the Mediterranean. . . . . .or a tiny one for your bathtub, huh? -Elsa. -Where to go on our honeymoon? Now, that's a real problem. A trip around the world would be lovely. And then I said: "Oh, Elsa, there must be someplace better to go. " -But don't worry, darling, I'll-- -Elsa. Yes, Georg. It's no use. . . . . .you and l. I'm being dishonest to both of us. . . . . .and utterly unfair to you. -When two people talk of marriage-- -No, don't. Don't say another word, please. You see, there are other things I've been thinking of. Fond as I am of you, I really don't think you're the right man for me. You're much too independent. And I need someone who needs me desperately. . . . . .or at least needs my money desperately. I've enjoyed every moment we've had together and I do thank you for that.

Now, if you'll forgive me. . . . . .I'll go inside, pack my little bags. . . . . .and return to Vienna where I belong. And somewhere out there. . . . . .is a young lady who, I think. . . . . .will never be a nun. Auf Wiedersehen, darling. Hello. I thought I just might find you here. Was there something you wanted? No, no, no. Sit down, please. Please. May l? You know, I was thinking and I was wondering two things: Why did you run away to the abbey? And what was it that made you come back? Well, I had an obligation to fulfill. . . . . .and I came back to fulfill it. Is that all? And I missed the children. Yes. -Only the children? -No. Yes. -Isn't it right that I missed them? -Oh, yes. Yes, of course. I was only hoping that perhaps you. . . . Perhaps you might. . . . Yes? Well, nothing was the same when you were away. . . . . .and it'll be all wrong again after you leave. . . . . .and I just thought perhaps you might change your mind. Well, I'm sure the baroness will be able to make things fine for you. Maria. . . . -There isn't going to be any baroness. -There isn't? No. I don't understand. Well, we've called off our engagement, you see, and--Oh, I'm sorry. -Yes. You are? -You did? -Yes. Well, you can't marry someone when you're. . . . . .in love with someone else. . . . . .can you? The Reverend Mother always says: "When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window. " What else does the Reverend Mother say? That you have to look for your life. Is that why you came back? And have you found it. . . . . .Maria? I think I have. I know I have. I love you. Oh, can this be happening to me? Perhaps I had a wicked childhood Perhaps I had a miserable youth But somewhere ln my wicked, miserable past There must have been a moment of truth For here you are Standing there loving me Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good Nothing comes from nothing Nothing ever could So somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good Do you know when I first started loving you? That night at dinner, when you sat on that ridiculous pine cone. What? I knew the first time you blew that silly whistle. Oh, my love. For here you are Standing there loving me Whether or not you should So somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good Nothing comes from nothing Nothing ever could So somewhere in my youth... ...or childhood I must have done something Something good Maria. Is there anyone I should go to, to ask permission to marry you? -Why don't we ask-- -The children? How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a cloud And pin it down? How do you find a word That means Maria? A flibbertigibbet A will-o '-the-wisp A clown Many a thing you know You'd like to tell her Many a thing she ought to understand But how do you make her stay And listen to all you say? How do you keep a wave upon the sand? Oh, how do you solve A problem like Maria? How do you hold a moonbeam ln your hand? Herr Detweiler! -Heil Hitler. -Oh, good afternoon, Herr Zeller. Perhaps you've not heard. I am now the Gauleiter. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. I've come from Captain von Trapp's house. The only one in the area not flying the Third Reich flag. . . . . .since the Anschluss. -But we have dealt with that. -I don't-The housekeeper told me that I would find you here. The only thing she'd tell me. What kind of information are you looking for? When will the captain return? Well, he's on his honeymoon trip. He's not been in touch with us. Am I to believe he hasn't communicated with his children in over a month? How many men do you know. . . . . .who communicate with their children while honeymooning? Upon his return, he'll fill his proper position in the new order. Naturally. And may I congratulate you. . . . . .and your people in allowing the festival to go on tonight as planned. Why should it not go on? Nothing in Austria has changed. Singing and music will show this to the world.

Austria is the same. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. Come, let's go home. -Why was he so cross? -Everybody's cross these days. Maybe the flag with the black spider makes people nervous. -Will Father be in trouble? -He doesn't have to be. The thing to do is to get along with everybody. Remember that tonight at the concert. Are we really going to sing before a lot of people? Look. The von Trapp Family Singers: Liesl, Friedrich, Louisa, Brigitta, Kurt, Marta and Gretl. -Why am I always last? -Because you are the most important. There we go. Are you sure Father will approve of our singing in public? He'll be pleased and proud. -Liesl, do you think so? -Don't you trust me? No. You're a very intelligent girl. Liesl. Liesl! Rolf! I'm so glad to see you. It's been su-Good afternoon. Give this to your father as soon as he's home. -He's on his honeymoon. -I know. -You do? -We make it our business to know all. -Who's "we"? -See that he gets it. -What is it? -It's a telegram from Berlin. Don't you want to deliver it yourself? I'm occupied with more important matters. And your father had better be too. But, Rolf! Father! -We didn't expect you so soon. -Hello, hello! We didn't expect you home until next week! -Did you bring souvenirs from Paris? -Hello! How are you? Why didn't you call us? We couldn't get through. I had nothing to do with that. We came back as fast as we could. Well, well, well! We missed you! -We missed you! -We missed kissing you. We missed all the noise in the morning. -Mostly, we missed hearing you sing. -Oh, you came back just in time. Look, Frulein Maria-I mean Mother. We're going to sing in the festival tonight. We've been having a lovely time! We've been rehearsing all-Surprise! Surprise! Surprises for you on the terrace. We'll talk about this. I would've told you but you were away. I had to make a last-minute decision. I was fortunate to enter them at all. They'll be the talk of the festival. Imagine, seven children in one family! Max! Somehow I recall having made it quite clear to you. . .

. . .how I feel about my family singing in public! The committee was enchanted. -What did they say? -I have never heard such enthusiasm. -Don't you think just this once--? -Absolutely out of the question. -Georg, this is for Austria. -For Austria? -There is no Austria! -But the Anschluss was peaceful. -Let's at least be grateful for that. -Grateful? You know, Max. . . . . .sometimes I don't believe I know you. Father, I forgot. This is for you. Maria, he has got to at least pretend to work with these people. You must convince him. Max, I can't ask him to be less than he is. Then I'll talk to him. If the children don't sing, well. . . . . .it will be a reflection on Austria. Oh, I know. It wouldn't do me any good either. Mother? That sounds so nice. -I like calling you "Mother. " -I like hearing it. You love Father very much. I can tell you do. Very much. Mother, what do you do when you think you love someone? I mean, when you stop loving someone or he stops loving you? Well, you cry a little. Then you wait for the sun to come out. It always does. There are so many things I think I should know but I don't. -I really don't. -How can you? Sometimes I feel the world is ending. -Then you feel it's just beginning? -Yes! It was that way with me. And for you it will be just as wonderful. Do you really think so? When you're going on Waiting for life to start Somebody kind Who touches your mind Will suddenly touch your heart When that happens After it happens Nothing is quite the same Somehow I know I'll jump up and go If ever he calls my name Gone are your old ideas of life The old ideas grow dim Lo and behold You're someone's wife And you belong to him You may think this kind of adventure Never may come to you Darling, going on Wait a year... -I'll wait a year -...or two Just wait a year... ...or two Liesl. What is it? Berlin. They've offered me a commission.

I've been requested to accept immediately. . . . . .and report to their naval base at Bremerhaven tomorrow. I knew this would happen. I didn't think it would be so soon. To refuse them would be fatal for all of us. And joining them would be unthinkable. Get the children all together. Don't say anything to worry them. Just get them ready. We've got to get out of Austria. . . . . .and this house. . . . . .tonight. This strains my back and breaks my heart. . . . . .when I think of the children missing the festival. By your announcement we'll be over the border. Do you appreciate the sacrifice I'm making? You have no choice. I know. That's why I'm making it. Why doesn't Father turn the motor on? Because he doesn't want anyone to hear us. What will Frau Schmidt and Franz say? They'll be able to answer honestly they didn't know anything. -Will we be coming back here? -Someday, Liesl. I do hope someday. Are Father and Uncle Max going to push the car all the way to Switzerland? Something wrong with your car, captain? Yes, we couldn't get it started. Karl. Fix Captain von Trapp's car so that it will start. Excellent, Karl. I've not asked you where you and your family are going. Nor have you asked me why I'm here. Apparently we both suffer from a deplorable lack of curiosity. You never answered the telegram. . . . . .from the Admiral of the Navy of the Third Reich. I was under the impression, Herr Zeller. . . . . .that the contents of telegrams in Austria are private! At least, the Austria I know. I have my orders. . . . . .to take you to Bremerhaven tonight. . . . . .where you will accept your commission. I'm afraid that's going to be quite impossible. You see, we. . . . . .all of us, the entire family, will be. . . . . .singing in the festival tonight. As a matter of fact, we're going now. We couldn't possibly let them down now. -I just hope we're not too late. -Yes. You ask me to believe that you, Captain von Trapp. . . . . .are singing in a concert? Believe me, it will be a performance beyond anything even I've dreamt of. Like you, Herr Zeller, l, too, am a man of hidden talents. Yes. Here, program. It says only the names of the children. It says the von Trapp Family Singers. . . . . .and I am the head of the von Trapp family, am I not? And these travel clothes that you're all wearing? Our costumes, naturally. This night air is not good for the children's voices.

Well, a slight delay in my orders will not be serious. Therefore. . . . . .you will sing. You will all sing. But only because that's what I want. It will demonstrate that nothing in Austria has changed. And when you have finished singing. . . . . .you, Captain von Trapp, will be taken to Bremerhaven. Now, if you will all get into your car. . . . . .we will escort the von Trapp Family Singers to the festival. No escort will be necessary. Necessary? A pleasure, captain. After all, we would not want you to get lost in the crowds. Would we? No. Sew, a needle pulling thread La, a note to follow sew Tea, a drink with jam and bread A drink with jam and bread Tea with jam Jam and bread -With jam -A, B, C -With jam -Do-re-mi Tea with jam and bread With jam and bread With jam With jam... ...and bread My fellow Austrians. . . . . .I shall not be seeing you again, perhaps for a very long time. I would like to sing for you now. . . . . .a love song. I know you share this love. I pray that you will never let it die. Edelweiss Edelweiss Every morning you greet me Small and white Clean and bright You look happy to meet me Blossom of snow May you bloom and grow Bloom and grow forever Edelweiss Edelweiss Bless my homeland forever Edelweiss Edel.... Small and white Clean and bright You look happy to meet me Blossom of snow May you bloom and grow Bloom and grow forever Edelweiss Edelweiss Bless my homeland forever I think it'll work. I shall miss all of you.

I shall miss the money I could have made with you. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. The competition has come to its conclusion. . . . . .except, we don't know yet what that conclusion will be. And while the judges arrive at their decision. . . . . .I have been given permission to offer you an encore. This will be the last opportunity the von Trapps will have. . . . . .of singing together for a long, long time. Even now, officials are waiting in this auditorium. . . . . .to escort Captain von Trapp to his new command. . . . . .in the naval forces of the Third Reich. And so, ladies and gentlemen, the family von Trapp again. . . . . .to bid you farewell. There's a sad sort of clanging From the clock in the hall And the bells in the steeple too And up in the nursery An absurd little bird Is popping out to say "coo-coo" Coo-coo Coo-coo Regretfully they tell us But firmly they compel us To say goodbye To you So long, farewell Auf Wiedersehen, good night We hate to go And miss this pretty sight So long, farewell Auf Wiedersehen, adieu Adieu, adieu To you and you and you So long, farewell Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye We flit, we float We fleetly flee, we fly So long, farewell Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye The sun has gone to bed And so must I Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Ladies and gentlemen, I have here the decision of our distinguished judges. We will start with the award for third prize. For this honor, the judges have named. . . . . .the first soloist of the choir of St. Agatha's Church in Murback. Frulein Schweiger. Second prize to The Toby Reiser Quintet. And the first prize, the highest honor in all Austria. . . . . .the von Trapp Family Singers. The family von Trapp. They're gone! Come with me. Quickly, quickly. I have a place you can hide. Slowly, slowly. Open this gate. Good evening. Hurry up, woman. Two men in there. Six of you cover the yard. You two, cover the corridor. Reverend Mother, we didn't realize we put the abbey in this danger.

No, Maria, it was right for you to come here. We thought we might borrow your car. I'm afraid our car will do you no good now. I've been listening to the wires. The borders have just been closed. All right, if the borders are closed. . . . . .then we'll drive up into the hills and go over the mountains on foot. -The children-- -We'll help them. We can do it without help, Father. Maria. You will not be alone. Remember: "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help. " Yes, Mother. -I'm scared. -Me too. God be with you. -Mother. -Yes? Would it help if we sang about our favorite things? No, darling. This is one time it would not help. You must be very quiet. Hold tight to me. Let's try the roof. Rolf, please. No, wait. Maria. Children. It's you we want, not them. Put that down. Not another move, or I'll shoot. You're only a boy. -You don't really belong to them. -Stay where you are. Come away with us. Before it's too late. Not another step. I'll kill you. -You give that to me, Rolf. -Did you hear me? I'll kill you. Rolf. You'll never be one of them. Lieutenant! They're here! They're here, lieutenant! Reverend Mother. I have sinned. I too, Reverend Mother. What is this sin, my children?