Sound Of Music Script

The hills are alive

With the sound of music

With songs they have sung

For a thousand years

The hills fill my heart

With the sound of music

My heart wants to sing Every song it hears

My heart wants to beat like the wings Of the birds that rise

From the lake to the trees

My heart wants to sigh Like a chime that flies

From a church on a breeze

To laugh like a brook When it trips and falls

Over stones on its way

To sing through the night

Like a lark who is learning to pray

I go to the hills

When my heart is lonely

I know I will hear

What I've heard before

My heart will be blessed

With the sound of music

And I'll sing...

...once more

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

-Reverend Mother. -Sister Bernice.

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

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?

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.

. . .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

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

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?

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 years old, and I don't need a governess.

I'm glad you told me, Liesl. We'll just be good friends.

I'm Friedrich. I'm . I'm impossible.

Really? Who told you that, Friedrich?

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 years old, and you're smart.

I'm and I think your dress is the ugliest one I ever saw.

-Brigitta, you shouldn't say that. -Why not?

-Don't you think it's ugly? -Of course.

But Fräulein Helga's was ugliest.

I'm Kurt. I'm . I'm incorrigible.

-Congratulations. -What's "incorrigible"?

I think it means you want to be treated like a boy.

I'm Marta, and I'm going to be seven on Tuesday.

I'd like a pink parasol.

Pink's my favorite color too.

Yes, you're Gretl.

And you're five years old?

My, you're practically a lady.

I have to tell you a secret. I've never been a governess.

You don't know anything about being a governess?

Nothing. I'll need lots of advice.

The best way to start is to tell Father to mind his own business.

Never come to dinner on time.

Never eat your soup quietly.

During dessert, always blow your nose.

Don't you believe a word they say, 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.

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?

I'm . What's such a baby about that?

You wait, little girl On an empty stage

For fate to turn the light on

Your life, little girl ls an empty page

That men will want to write on

To write on

You are going on

Baby, it's time to think

Better beware Be canny and careful

Baby, you're on the brink

You are going on

Fellows will fall in line

Eager young lads And 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 going on

I'll take care of you

I am going on

I know that I'm naive

Fellows I meet May tell me I'm sweet

And willingly I believe

I am going on
Innocent as a rose

Bachelor dandies Drinkers of brandies

What do I know of those?

Totally unprepared am I

To face a world of men

Timid and shy and scared am I