The Climax Page #2

On stage, please.

Are you all right now? That was silly of

me to fall asleep in the dressing room.

Oh, I understand.

Carl, get some black coffee

and bring it to my office.

And as a doctor, you must realize that this

constant brooding over Marcellina is bad for you.

You've had a brilliant career.

Your clientele is most distinguished.

But you must put this tragedy

out of your mind.

- #Ah, tell me why this doubt #

- Who is that singing?

- You hear it too?

- #Should fall to me #

# Whose tragic power #

# Seems to call to me ##

Who are you?

Who are you? She's Angela Klatt, a

music student. We are both students.

Do you know what you were singing?

Of course. It's from The Magic Voice.

That music is sacred.

Sacred?

Sacred to the memory of Marcellina.

No one must ever sing it again.

Do you hear?

No one.

Hohner.

And now may I ask what you're doing

in my music library?

Count Seebruck, forgive me, please.

I am altogether to blame.

You know these young people?

My nephew, Franz Munzer.

And this is Angela Klatt.

I've been smuggling them in here

to study these old scores.

I shouldn't have done it

without your permission.

It's quite all right, Carl.

There's no harm been done.

But Dr. Hohner.

I met him in the corridor.

Yes. Why was he so angry with me?

He was in love with Marcellina.

Ten years ago, she disappeared.

But I still don't see why.

You know,

it's a strange thing, my dear,

but as I came down the corridor, I

thought I heard Marcellina singing in here.

The doctor was convinced of it.

You mean my voice

is anything like hers?

It's far more beautiful.

Did you ever hear Marcellina?

No. She was before my time, but there's

never been anything like Angela's voice.

It's the most beautiful voice

in the world.

They are engaged to be married.

He could be right, you know.

How long have you been studying?

Eight years.

At the conservatory.

Franz is going to be

a great composer.

Indeed.

They have heard every performance in

the theater for the past three years.

They have season tickets, eh?

I smuggled them

under the prompter's box.

Incorrigible.

- There's an aria in the second act of

The Boulevardier. - "Someday I Know. "

# Someday #

# I know #

# My heart will know #

#The thrill of love #

# Supreme #

#And so until #

#I know that thrill #

# I'll dream #

#And gladly wait #

# For him whom fate #

#Has said will be #

#For me #

# In some great plan #

# Since time began #

#To be #

How are you to find him?

Where are you to go?

Will you recognize him?

How are you to know?

# Our eyes will meet #

# Our lips will speak #

#Across some crowded hall #

What's the matter, dear?

Stifling in here. Don't you think?

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