The Sound of Music Page #7

And you know, you blushed in his arms

when you were dancing just now.

Don't take it to heart.

He'll get over it soon enough,

I think.

Men do, you know.

Then I should go.

I mustn't stay here.

- Is there something I can do to help?

- No, nothing.

Yes.

Don't say a word to the captain.

No, I wouldn't dream of it.

Goodbye, Maria.

I'm sure you'll make a very fine nun.

Champagne, darling.

I feel like celebrating. Cheers.

- You know something.

- Perhaps.

If you're so clever, tell me how to

get frulein to influence Georg.

I want those children in the festival.

Elsa, this is important to Austria.

Wouldn't do you any harm either.

I thought of that.

Well, if it's a matter of influence...

...maybe the one you have

to be talking to is me.

- Two.

- Three.

- Four.

- Five.

- Six.

- Seven.

Eight.

- Four.

- Two.

- Seven.

- Five.

- Two.

- Six.

Isn't this fun?

- Four.

- I'm number five.

- Oh, yes.

- Eight.

- Two.

- Four.

Six.

Two.

Baroness Schraeder, do you mind

if we stop now? We're tired.

Whatever you want, dear.

We'll do it again tomorrow.

The country's so restful, isn't it?

Have some lemonade.

There must be an easier way.

I get a fiendish delight thinking

of you as the mother of seven.

How do you plan to do it?

Darling, haven't you ever heard...

...of a delightful little thing

called boarding school?

Baroness Machiavelli.

Uncle Max, where's Father?

I think he's in the house.

What's the matter

with all you gloomy pussies?

- Nothing.

- I know. Let's have a rehearsal.

What for?

Let's make believe we're on-stage

at the festival.

- I don't feel like singing.

- Not without Frulein Maria.

Liesl, get the guitar.

Come on, Marta.

Everybody into the group.

Get in your places.

Now be cheerful, right?

Give us the key, Liesl.

Now, impress me.

Gretl, why don't you sing?

I can't. I've got a sore finger.

But you sang so beautifully

the night of the party.

Come on, all of you.

Try something you know.

Enjoy it. Be cheerful.

All right, Liesl.

The hills are alive

With the sound of music

With songs they have sung

For a thousand years

The hills fill my heart

With the sound of music

They wanted to sing for me,

bless their hearts.

That's lovely, lovely.

Don't stop.

- Something long and cool, Georg?

- No, thank you, darling.

- Father?

- Yes, Brigitta?

Is it true Frulein Maria

isn't coming back?

Yes, I suppose it's true.

What have we got here?

- Pink lemonade.

- Laced with lemonade.

I don't believe it, Father.

- What?

- About Frulein Maria.

Oh, Frulein Maria!

Didn't I tell you what her note said?

I'm sure I did.

She said she missed her life

at the abbey.

She had to leave us.

And that's all there is to it.

I think I'm brave enough to try

some of that.

- She didn't even say goodbye.

- She did in her note.

That isn't the same thing.

Not too sweet, not too sour.

Just too pink.

Father, who is our new governess

going to be?

Well...

...you're not going to have

a governess anymore.

- We're not?

- No.

You're going to have a new mother.

A new mother?

We talked about it last night.

It's all settled.

And we're all going to be very happy.

Well, all right, all right.

Run off and play.

Yes, my children?

- My name is Liesl.

- Yes, Liesl?

We, my brothers and sisters,

want to see Frulein Maria.

Frulein Maria?

Oh, Maria.

Come in, please.

Wait here.

I'm Sister Margaretta. I understand

you inquired about Maria.

We have to see her.

Will you tell her we're here?

- I'm afraid I can't do that.

- But you've got to!

- She's our governess.

- We want her back.

She didn't even say goodbye.

All we want to do is talk to her.

I'm very sorry,

but Maria is in seclusion.

- She hasn't been seeing anyone.

- She'll see us.

I want to show her my finger.

Some other time, dear.

I'll tell her you were here.

- It was sweet of you to call.

- We have to speak to her!

Run along, children.

Run along home.

I'm sure she'd like to see us.

Sister Margaretta, please.

- Goodbye, children.

- Sister Margaretta, may we, please?

What was that about, Sister?

The von Trapp children,

Reverend Mother.

They want to see Maria.

Has she spoken yet?

Has she told you anything?

She doesn't say a word,

Reverend Mother, except in prayer.

Poor child.

It's strange.

She seems happy to be back here...

...and yet she's unhappy too.

Perhaps I have been wrong

in leaving her alone so long.

Bring her to me,

even if she's not yet ready.

Yes, Reverend Mother.

Sister Augusta, take our new postulant

to the robing room.

God bless you, my daughter.

Yes, bring her in.

You've been unhappy. I'm sorry.

Reverend Mother.

Why did they send you back to us?

They didn't send me back.

I left.

Sit down, Maria.

Tell me what happened.

I was frightened.

- Frightened? Were they unkind to you.

- Oh, no!

No, I was confused. I felt...

I've never felt that way before.

I couldn't stay. I knew that here

I'd be away from it. I'd be safe.

Maria, our abbey is not to be used

as an escape.

What is it you can't face?

I can't face him again.

Him?

Thank you, Sister Margaretta.

Captain von Trapp?

- Are you in love with him?

- I don't know!

I don't know. I...

The baroness said I was.

She said that he was in love with me.

But I didn't want to believe it.

There were times we looked

at each other.

I could hardly breathe.

- Did you let him see your feelings?

- I don't know.

That's what's torturing me.

I was on God's errand.

To have asked for his love would have

been wrong. I just couldn't stay.

I'm ready at this moment

to take my vows.

- Please help me.

- Maria.

The love of a man and a woman is holy.

You have a great capacity to love.

You must find out how God

wants you to spend your love.

But I pledged my life to God.

I pledged my life to his service.

My daughter, if you love this man,

it doesn't mean you love God less.

No.

You must find out.

You must go back.

You can't ask me to do that.

- Please let me stay. I beg...

- Maria.

These walls were not built

to shut out problems.

You have to face them.

You have to live the life

you were born to live.

Climb every mountain

Search high and low

Follow every byway

Every path you know

Climb every mountain

Ford every stream

Follow every rainbow

Till you find your dream

A dream that will need

All the love you can give

Every day of your life

For as long as you live

Climb every mountain

Ford every stream

Follow every rainbow

Till you find your dream

A dream that will need

All the love you can give

Every day of your life

For as long as you live

Climb every mountain

Ford every stream

Follow every rainbow

Till you find...

...your dream

Now, it's not like my children

to be secretive.

We're not being secretive, Father.

And it's not like my children

to be late for dinner.

- We lost track of the time.

- I see.

Who's going to be the first one

to tell me the truth? Friedrich.

Brigitta. Liesl.

Where do you think we were, Father?

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