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 [Link] 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 Novicesand 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 in 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 [Link] 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 Imperial 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, I just 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 of peaceful 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, Fraulein. -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, Fraulein... - Maria. -I don't know how
much the abbess told you. - Not much. -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. -Oh. -They were
completely unable to maintain discipline, without it this house cannot be properly
run. Will you please remember that, Fraulein? -Yes, sir. - Every morning, you will
drill the children in their studies. I will not permit them to dream away their
summer holidays. Each afternoon,they will march about the grounds, breathing
deeply. Bedtime is to be strictly observed. No exceptions. -Excuse me, sir, when
do they play?-You will see to it that they conduct themselves at all times with the
utmost orderliness and decorum. I am placing you in command. - Yes, sir. -
Now...this is your new governess, Fraulein Maria. As I sound your signals, you
will step forward and give your name. You,Fraulein, will listen carefully. Learn
their signals so you can call them when you want them. Liesl. Friedrich. Louisa.
Kurt. Brigitta. Marta. And 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.-Fraulein, this is a large house. The grounds are very 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 dogs and
cats, and other animals, but not for children. And definitely not for me. It would
be too humiliating. -Fraulein, were you this much trouble at the abbey? -Oh,
much more, sir. -Excuse me, sir, I don't know your signal. -You may call me
"captain." -At ease. -Well, 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 16 years old, and I don't
need a governess. -Well, I'm glad you told me, Liesl. We'll just be good friends. -
I'm Friedrich. I'm 14. I'm impossible. -Really? Who told you that, Friedrich?
Fraulein 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 13 years old, and you're
smart. I'm 10, 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 Fraulein
Helga was ugliest. I'm Kurt. I'm 11. 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. And I'd like a pink parasol. -Well, pink's my
favorite color too. -Yes, you're Gretl. And you're five years old? My, you're
practically a lady. Now, I have to tell you a secret. I've never been a governess
before. -You mean you don't know anything about being a governess? -Nothing.
I'll need lots of advice. -Well, the best way to start is to be sure to tell Father to
mind his own business. -You must never come to dinner on time. -Never eat your
soup quietly. -And during dessert, always blow your nose. Don't you believe a
word they say, Fraulein Maria. - Oh, why not?- Because I like you. -Alright now,
children, outside for your walk. Father's orders. Now Hurry up. Quick, quick,
quick. Fraulein Maria, I'm Frau Schmidt, the housekeeper. -How do you do? -How
do you do. I'll show you to your room. Follow me. -Poor little dears. -You're very
lucky. With Fraulein Helga, it was a snake. -Good evening. - Good evening,
children. - Good evening, Fraulein Maria. Enchanting little ritual. Something you
learned at the abbey? -No. it's, um, rheumatism. Excuse me, captain. Haven't we
forgotten to thank the Lord? -For what we are about to receive, may the Lord
make us truly thankful. Amen. -Amen. - Amen. I'd like to thank each and every
one of you...for the precious gift you left in my pocket earlier today. -What gift? -
It's meant to be a secret, captain, 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. -Fraulein...is it to be
at every meal or merely at dinnertime...that you intend leading us all through
this rare and wonderful new world...of indigestion?-Oh, they're all right, captain.
They're just happy. - Rolfe, good evening. - Good evening, Franz. - I trust
everything is under control? - Yes, yes. - Good. - Are there any developments? -
Perhaps. - Is the captain at home? - He's at dinner. - With the family? - Yes. -
Please, give him this telegram at once. -Certainly.
-A telegram for you, sir. -Franz? Who delivered it? -That young lad Rolfe, 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, Father? -I'm not
sure, Gretl, I'm not sure. - To visit Baroness Schraeder again? - Mind your own
business! -As a matter of fact, yes, Louisa. - Why can't we ever get to see the
baroness? - Why would she want to see you? - It just so happens, Marta, you are
going to see the baroness. I'm bringing her back with me to visit us all. -Good. -
And Uncle Max. -Uncle Max! -Rolfe! Oh, Rolfe! - No, Liesl. We mustn't! - Why not,
silly? - I don't know...it's just that I... - Isn't this why you're waiting for me? -Yes,
of course. I've missed you, Liesl. - You have? How much? -So much that I even
thought of sending a telegram, just 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, Rolfe. 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, Rolfe." - "Sincerely"? - Cordially. - "Cordially"? - Affectionately? Will
there be any reply? -"Dear Rolfe: 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... Well, No one is supposed
to know he's here. Don't tell your father now. - Why not? - Well, your father's so
Austrian. - We're all Austrian. -Well, some people think we ought to be German,
and they're very mad at those who don't think so. They're getting ready to...Well
let's hope your father doesn't get into trouble. -Don't worry about father. He's a
big naval hero. He was even decorated by the emperor. - I know. I don't worry
about him. But I do worry about his daughter. -Me? Why? - Well, you're so... -
What? -You're such a baby! -I'm 16. 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, is 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 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 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, Fraulein Maria. The captain had these sent out from town. - Oh, how
lovely! Oh, I'm sure these will make the prettiest clothes I've ever had. Tell me,
do you think the captain would get me some more material if I asked him? - How
many dresses does a governess need? -No, 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 he were on one of his ships again. 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. -New drapes? But these are fine. -Nevertheless, new ones
have been ordered. - But I really don't need them. - Good night, now. -Frau
Schmidt, do you think if I asked the captain tomorrow about the material...? -
He's leaving for Vienna in the morning. -Oh yes, of course. How long will he be
gone? -It all depends. The last time he visited the baroness, he stayed for a
month. -Oh. -I shouldn't be saying this, not to you. I mean, I don't know you that
well. But if you ask me, the captain's thinking very seriously...of marrying the
woman before summer's over. -Oh, that would be 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 themselves 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 Nonnberg abbey. And now, dear God, about Liesl. Help her to 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. Amen. -I was out taking a walk and
somebody locked the doors earlier than usual. And I didn't want to wake
everybody up, so when I saw your window open...You're not going to tell Father,
are you? -How in the world did you climb up here? -It's how we always got into
this room to play tricks on the governess. Louisa can make it with a whole jar of
spiders in her hand. -Spiders? -Liesl, were you out walking all by yourself? You
know, if we wash out that dress tonight, nobody would notice it tomorrow. You
could put this on. Take your dress in there and put it to soak in the bathtub.
Then, 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 thunderstorm, 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,everybody, up here on the bed. - Really? - Well, just this once. Come on. -
Now, all we have to do is wait for the boys. - You won't see them. Boys are brave.
-You boys weren't scared too, were you? -Oh, no. We just wanted to be sure that
you weren't. - That's very thoughtful of you, Friedrich. - 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? -Well,
the lightning says something to the thunder, and the thunder answers back. - But
lightning must be nasty. - Not really. -Why does the thunder get so angry? It
makes me want to cry. -Whenever anything bothers me and 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 really work? - Of course it does. You try it. 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! -Achoo! -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...bi..bi-bites. -Hello. -Fraulein,
did I not tell you that bedtime is to be strictly observed in this house? -Well, the
children were upset by the storm, so I thought that if I uh...you did, sir. -And do
you, or do you not, have difficulty remembering such simple instructions? -Only
during thunderstorms, sir. -Liesl? - Yes, Father. -I don't recall seeing you
anywhere after dinner. -Oh Really? Well as a matter of fact... -Yes? -Well, I was... -
What she would like to say, Captain...is that she and I have been getting better
acquainted tonight. It's too late to go into that. You heard your father. Go back to
bed immediately. -Fraulein...you have managed to remember that 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 will have acquired some? -
Captain? I wonder if I could talk to you before you go about the clothes for the
children for when they play? If I could just have some material. -You are
obviously 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. -Fraulein Maria? Can we do this every day? - Don't you think
you'd get tired of it, Louisa? - I suppose so. Every other day? -I haven't had so
much fun since the day we put glue on Fraulein Josephine's toothbrush. -I can't
understand how children as nice as you can manage to play such awful tricks on
people. - 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, everybody, over here. -What are
we going to do? -Let's think of a song for the baroness when she comes. -Father
doesn't like us to sing. Well, 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 any 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. [Link]-
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 [Link] word for every
note. Like [Link] 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, Georg. really magnificent. - I had them put up
just for you. - Oh? -Even if it's to a height of 10,000 feet...Georg always believes
in "rising to the occasion." -Unless the jokes improve, Max, I'm taking back my
invitation.-You didn't invite me to your villa. I invited myself.- Naturally. - You
needed a chaperone...and I needed a place to stay 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 territory 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 the fame, you get the 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, mountains, once you've seen one, you've seen them all. -That is not
what I mean,
and you know it. - You mean me? I'm excited?- Is that so impossible? No, just
highly improbable.- There you go, running yourself down again. - 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
here...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! Fraulein, you will stay here, please! -I think I'd better go see what
Max is up to. -Now, fraulein...I want a truthful answer. -Yes, [Link] 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 [Link]
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! Fraulein. Now, you will pack your things this minute...and return to the
abbey. What's that? -It's singing. Yes, I realize it's [Link] 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.
Fraulein.
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. Fraulein. 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 in 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 in 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, fraulein.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 Ignatius Choir? - Guess [Link], 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 that 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, fraulein. I insist. You will be my dinner
partner. This is business. Franz...set another place next to mine for Fraulein
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 [Link] 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 fraulein 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.- [Link]'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 [Link] 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 Fraulein 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 Fraulein 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 Fraulein Maria. Oh, Fraulein 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 Fraulein Maria. Fraulein 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. Ave. 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
Fraulein 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...- Fraulein Maria's back!-...that melt into [Link]
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! Fraulein Maria's back! Fraulein 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. Fraulein 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 I. 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 I? 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 in 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 in 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! Rolfe! 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, Rolfe! 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, Fraulein 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 16 going on 17 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, 16 going on 17. 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, I, 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. Fraulein 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. Rolfe, please. No, wait.
Maria. [Link]'s you we want, not them. Put that [Link] 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, Rolfe. - Did you hear me? I'll kill you. Rolfe. 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?