The Sound of Music Page #5

for this...

...in a way, my savior.

Oh, how unromantic.

I'd be an ungrateful wretch

if I didn't say...

...that you brought some meaning back

into my life.

I am amusing, I suppose.

I have the finest couturier in Vienna

and a glittering circle of friends.

- I do give some rather gay parties.

- Oh, yes.

But take all that away...

...and you have just wealthy,

unattached little me...

...searching, just like you.

More strudel, Herr Detweiler?

- How many have I had?

- Two.

Make it an uneven three.

Still eating, Max?

Must be unhappy.

That mixed quartet I've been trying

to steal away from Sol Hurok...

- What happened?

...Sascha Petrie stole them first.

I hate thieves.

Max, you really must try

and learn to love yourself.

I had to call Paris, Rome

and Stockholm.

- On Georg's telephone, of course.

- How else could I afford it?

I like rich people, the way they live

and how I live when I'm with them.

I wonder where the children are.

They must have heard

I was coming and hid.

I was hoping they'd be here

to welcome you.

Max, do step out of character for

a moment and try and be charming.

Well?

Well what?

Have you made up his mind?

Do I hear wedding bells?

- Pealing madly.

- Marvelous.

- Not necessarily for me.

- What kind of talk's that?

None-of-your-business talk.

I'm terribly fond of him,

so don't toy with us.

But I'm a child. I like toys.

So tell me everything.

Come on. Tell me every teensy-weensy,

intimate, disgusting detail.

Well, let's just say I have a feeling

I may be here on approval.

- I approve of that. How can you miss?

- Far too easily.

If I know you, darling,

and I do, you will find a way.

- He's no ordinary man.

- No, he's rich.

His wife's death gave him

a great heartache.

And your husband's death

gave you a great fortune.

Oh, Max, you really are a beast.

You and Georg are like family.

That's why I want to see you married.

We must keep all that lovely money

in the family.

- What are you doing there?

- Oh, Captain von Trapp.

I was just looking for...

I didn't see, I mean,

I didn't know you were...

Heil Hitler!

Who are you?

I have a telegram for Herr Detweiler.

- I am Herr Detweiler.

- Yes, sir.

You've delivered your telegram.

Now get out.

- Georg, he's just a boy.

- Yes, and I'm just an Austrian.

Things will happen.

Make sure they don't happen to you.

Max! Don't you ever say that again.

I have no political convictions.

- Can I help it if other people do?

- You can help it.

You must help it.

Hello?

You're far away. Where are you?

In a world that's disappearing,

I'm afraid.

Is there any way I could bring you

back to the world I'm in?

- Father! Father!

- There's your father!

Oh, captain, you're home!

Come out of that water at once!

Oh, you must be Baroness Schraeder.

I'm soaked to the skin!

Straight line!

This is Baroness Schraeder.

And these...

...are my children.

How do you do?

Go inside, dry off, clean up, change

your clothes and report back here!

Frulein, you will stay here, please!

I think I'd better go see

what Max is up to.

Now, frulein...

...I want a truthful answer.

Yes, captain.

Is it possible,

or could I have just imagined it?

Have my children, by any chance,

been climbing trees today?

Yes, captain.

I see.

And where, may I ask,

did they get these...

- Play clothes.

- Is that what they are?

I made them from the drapes

that used to hang in my bedroom.

- Drapes?

- They have plenty of wear left.

We've been everywhere in them.

Are you telling me that my children

have been roaming about Salzburg...

...dressed up in nothing

but some old drapes?

And having a marvelous time!

- They have uniforms.

- Forgive me, straitjackets.

They can't be children

if they worry about clothes...

They don't complain.

They don't dare.

They love you too much and fear...

Don't discuss my children.

You've got to hear, you're

never home...

I don't want to hear more!

I know you don't, but you've got to!

- Liesl's not a child.

- Not one word...

Soon she'll be a woman

and you won't even know her.

Friedrich wants to be a man

but you're not here to show...

Don't you dare tell me...

Brigitta could tell you about him.

She notices everything.

Kurt acts tough to hide the pain

when you ignore him...

...the way you do all of them.

Louisa, I don't know about yet.

The little ones just want love.

Please, love them all.

I don't care to hear more.

- I am not finished yet, captain!

- Oh, yes, you are, captain!

Frulein.

Now, you will pack

your things this minute...

...and return to the abbey.

What's that?

It's singing.

Yes, I realize it's singing.

But who is singing?

The children.

The children?

I taught them something to sing

for the baroness.

My heart wants to sing

Every song it hears

Every song that it hears

My heart wants to beat like the wings

Of the birds that rise

From the lake to the trees

To the trees

My heart wants to sigh

Like a chime that flies

From a church on a breeze

To laugh like a brook

When it trips and falls

Over stones on its way

On its way

To sing through the night

Like a lark who is learning to pray

I go to the hills

When my heart is lonely

I know I will hear

What I've heard before

My heart will be blessed

With the sound of music

And I'll sing...

...once more

Edelweiss!

You never told me how enchanting

your children are.

Don't go away.

Frulein.

I...

...behaved badly. I apologize.

I'm far too outspoken.

It's one of my worst faults.

You were right.

I don't know my children.

There's still time, captain.

They want so much to be close to you.

And you brought music back

into the house.

I'd forgotten.

Frulein.

I want you to stay.

I ask you to stay.

- If I could be of any help.

- You have already.

More than you know.

Marta.

Curtain!

High on a hill was a lonely goatherd

Loud was the voice

Of the lonely goatherd

Folks in a town

That was quite remote heard

Lusty and clear

From the goatherd's throat heard

Marta. Marta!

Gretl, the prince!

A prince on the bridge

Of a castle moat heard

Men on a road

With a load to tote heard

Men in the midst

Of a table d'hte heard

Men drinking beer

With the foam afloat heard

One little girl

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, frulein.

I really am very much impressed.

They're your children, captain.

My dear, is there anything

you can't do?

Well, I'm not sure

I'll make a good nun.

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