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
-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, fräulein.
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, fräulein. . . . -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, Fräulein Maria.
Give your name at your signal.
Fräulein, 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.
Fräulein, 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.
Fräulein, 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 1 6 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 1 4. I'm impossible.
Really? Who told you that, Friedrich?
Fräulein 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 1 3 years old, and you're smart.
I'm 1 0, 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 Fräulein Helga's was ugliest.
I'm Kurt. I'm 1 1 . 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, Fräulein Maria.
-Oh, why not? -Because I like you.
Children, outside for your walk.
Father's orders. Hurry up.
Quick, quick, quick.
Fräulein 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 Fräulein Helga it was a snake.
Good evening.
-Good evening, children. -Good evening, Fräulein 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.
Fräulein. . .
. . .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 1 6. 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 16 going on 17
Baby, it's time to think
Better beware Be canny and careful
Baby, you're on the brink
You are 16 going on 17
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads And roués 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 17 going on 18
I'll take care of you
I am 16 going on 17
I know that I'm naive
Fellows I meet May tell me I'm sweet
And willingly I believe
I am 16 going on 17
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 17 going on 18
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.
Fräulein, 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.
Fräulein. . .
. . .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.
Fräulein 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 Fräulein 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
The first three notes Just happen to be
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
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 1 0,000 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!
Fräulein, you will stay here, please!
I think I'd better go see what Max is up to.
Now, fräulein. . .
. . .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!
Fräulein.
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.
Fräulein.
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.
Fräulein.
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'hôte 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, fräulein.
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