The Diary of Anne Frank

CHURCH BELLS RING

HE SOBS

CHURCH BELLS RING

Mr Frank.

Mr Frank?

Kraler?

Mr Kraler.

Miep.

My good friends.

Oh, it...

..it is so good to see you home.

We had heard nothing.

I'm alone.

You must come home with us...

..and rest now.

-You must stay with us.

-No, Miep. I can't stay in Amsterdam.

Mr Frank, this is your home.

Amsterdam is your home.

It has too many memories for me.

Everywhere there's something, Miep. Everywhere.

Even seeing you and Mr Kraler.

Forgive me. I shouldn't talk to you like this after all that you did.

We would do it again.

Everything's gone - the book.

They took everything...

..except some papers.

We saved your letters and papers.

Please burn them.

Burn everything.

I... I...

..told Anne if I got back here, I'd find her book.

Anne's diary? It's where she left it.

"The ninth of July, 1942."

1942. Is it possible, Miep?

Only three years ago.

"Dear Diary, since you and I are going to be great friends,

"I will start by telling you all about myself.

"My name is Anne Frank.

"I am 13 years old.

"I was born in Germany,

"but since my family is Jewish,

"we emigrated to Holland when Hitler came to power.

"Things went well for us..."

ANNE'S VOICE: ..until the war came, and the German occupation.

Then things got very bad for the Jews.

You could not do this, and you could not do that.

We had to wear yellow stars.

I had to turn in my bike.

I couldn't go to a Dutch school any more.

I couldn't go to the movies or ride in an automobile,

or even on a streetcar,

and a million other things.

But somehow we children still managed to have fun.

This morning Father woke me at five o'clock

and told me to hurry and get dressed.

We were going into hiding.

I was to put on as many clothes as I could.

It would look too suspicious if we walked along carrying suitcases.

We were going to disappear,

vanish into thin air.

I'm living a great adventure.

Three other people were coming in with us.

Father knew them, but we had never met them.

Something's happened.

They have three miles to walk.

-Mother...

-They've been arrested. I know.

-Will you stop that?

-Mother! Father!

We're here.

See?

-Mr Van Daan.

-Hello, hello.

-Mrs Van Daan. Peter.

-Mr Frank.

There were too many of the Green Police on the streets.

We had to take the long way around.

-Did you introduce yourself? My daughter Anne. My wife Edith.

-Hello.

-Margot. Mr and Mrs Van Daan.

-Hello.

Oh, and this is our son, Peter.

So, now, please, let us take off some of these clothes.

Good morning.

-Hello, Mr Kraler.

-Good morning, Mr Kraler.

Mr Frank. Ah, you're all here. That is good.

We had hoped to have everything in order.

Please, Mr Kraler, don't even think of it.

After all, we'll have plenty of leisure to arrange everything ourselves.

-I brought some sandwiches for your lunch.

-Thank you, Miep.

The canned goods are here, and your stores of dried beans and potatoes.

-I'll get you ration books this afternoon.

-Ration books?

If they see our names on ration books, they'll know we're here.

Don't worry. It won't be your names that'll be on them.

CHURCH BELLS RING

Father! The Westertoren!

Anne, no!

You must never touch a curtain. Never.

No-one must ever touch a curtain, day or night.

If someone on the streets should look up, or someone in those houses should see,

we would be lost.

Please remember, it's not only our lives that are at stake,

but also Miep's and Mr Kraler's.

-You have but 13 minutes to get settled.

-Thank you.

Miep or I will be up each day to bring you food and news. Come, Miep. We must go.

Goodbye for now.

How can we thank you?

I never thought I'd live to see the day

when a man like Mr Frank would have to go into hiding.

When you think of the...

-Goodbye.

-Thank you, Mr Kraler.

-Goodbye, Miep.

-Goodbye.

Goodbye.

-Anne!

-It's all right. I have on three more.

Excuse me, Mr Frank.

What did he mean, just 13 minutes?

Before the workmen come.

Now, while the men are in the building below,

we must have complete quiet.

Every sound can be heard down there,

not only in the offices but in the workrooms too.

The men come at about 8.30, they leave at about 5,30,

so to be perfectly safe, from 8.00 in the morning until 6.00 in the evening

we must move about up here only when it is absolutely necessary,

and then in stocking feet.

We must not speak above a whisper. We must not run any water.

We cannot use the sink or even - forgive me - the WC.

The pipes go down through the workrooms.

No trash must ever be...

SIREN OUTSIDE

SIREN FADES

No trash must ever be thrown out which might reveal that someone is living up here.

Not even a potato peeling.

We must burn everything in this stove at night.

This is the way that we must live until it is over, if we are to survive.

Until it is over.

After six o'clock we can move about.

We can talk and laugh, have our supper, read, play games,

just as we would at home.

Now I think it would be wise if we all went to our rooms and were settled before eight o'clock.

Mrs Van Daan, you and your husband will be upstairs.

I regret that there's no place up there for Peter,

but he'll be here, near us.

-And where am I?

-You and Margot will be in there, Annele.

-Excuse me, Mr Frank.

-Yes?

-Where do you and Mrs Frank sleep?

-This room is also our bedroom.

Oh, no. You take the upstairs.

-It's not right. It's your place.

-We'll sleep down here.

I've thought this out for weeks. It's the best arrangement. The only arrangement.

Uh, Edith?

Hmm?

You must have some rest, dear.

You didn't close your eyes last night.

-Please go in the girls' room with Margot.

-How about Anne?

I feel fine. I'm going to help Father.

This way, Mrs Van Daan.

Excuse me.

Up here.

Mr Frank.

-Mr Frank?

-Peter?

-Do I still have time to get some water for my cat?

-Have you got a cat?

Go ahead, but be quick. You only have five minutes.

He couldn't live without that cat.

I didn't know you had a cat.

I love cats.

-What's its name?

-Mouschi.

What is it? Mouschi. A him or her?

It's a Tom, and it doesn't like strangers.

Well, I'll have to stop being a stranger, won't I? Is he fixed?

No.

Well, you ought to have him fixed to keep him from fighting.

What a nice cat.

Where do you go to school?

Jewish Secondary.

That's where Margot and I go.

Yeah, I know.

I've never seen you around.

I used to see you sometimes.

You did?

But why didn't you ever come over?

Oh, I don't know. I'm sort of a lone wolf.

Can't be a lone wolf here.

Wonder what our friends will say when we don't show up today?

I had a date with Sanne.

Do you know Sanne de Vries?

-No.

-Sanne's my best friend.

She's thin like me.

They always yell at us, "Anne and Sanne, the skinny bananas."

You took off your star.

That's right.

You can't do that. They'll arrest you if you go out without your star.

Who's going out?

Help me.

I'm helping.

-What are you going to do with it?

-Burn it.

That's funny. I don't think I could burn mine.

I don't know why.

You couldn't? Something they make you wear so they can kick you around?

I know.

But, after all, it is the Star of David, isn't it?

Annele? It's almost eight.

Don't you want to come and sit with us, Peter? It's going to be a long day.

No, thanks. This is fine.

You won't forget to take off your shoes, will you?

Peter.

It's nice to have you with us.

Yes, Mr Frank.

See you later.

Do you know he went to the same school that...

CHURCH BELLS RING

BELL CHIMES

It's comforting to think that Mr Kraler and his secretary

are down there below us in the office.

Our protectors, we call them.

I asked Father what would happen to them if anyone found out

they were hiding us.

Father said they would suffer the same fate that we would.

We are over an old spice factory.

You can smell the spices all through the building.

-ECHOING:

-Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

BELL CHIMES

MACHINERY RATTLES

MACHINERY STOPS

FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE

BOAT HOOTER

MACHINERY RATTLES

I read A Tale Of Two Cities through in that first day.

"It is a far, far better thing I do

"than I have ever done.

"It is a far, far better rest that I go to

"than I have ever known.

"The end."

It was the saddest book I ever read.

FOOTSTEPS

HE KNOCKS

It is us, Miep and Kraler.

Good evening, Mr Kraler. Good evening, Miep.

-Evening, Annele.

-Hello.

-Hello.

Hello.

-Oh, Mr Frank.

-Yes?

-This is the box you asked for.

-Thank you.

Good evening, Mr Kraler.

My dear friends, you are so quiet up here.

I thought you'd gone out for a walk.

Can you imagine me? I didn't talk.

I hardly moved for one whole day. I wish they could hear that at school.

-CAT MEOWS

-Mouschi! Mouschi!

Peter!

Mouschi!

-Shh!

-Shh.

-Annele.

-Annele!

-Peter, I'm warning you.

Mr Frank. Please, quiet. Margot. Margot!

-What are these?

-You don't have to whisper now.

Oh, there you are.

It's such a nice cat.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Annele. There's a box there.

Will you open it, please?

You know how I'm going to think of it here?

As a boarding-house. A very peculiar boarding-house.

Father, my film stars!

I was wondering where they were.

And Queen Wilhelmina. How wonderful.

There's something more.

Go on. Look further.

A diary.

I've never had a diary,

and I've always wanted one.

Ohh.

A pencil?

I'm going downstairs to get a pencil.

-Anne, no.

-But there's nobody down there now.

-It doesn't matter. Don't ever go beyond that door.

-Ever?

Never. I'm sorry, Anne. It isn't safe.

-I see.

-It'll be hard. I know that.

But always remember this, Anneke,

there are no walls, no locks, no bolts that anyone can put on your mind.

As a matter of fact, just between us, Annele,

being here has certain advantages for you.

For instance, remember that battle you had with your mother on the subject of overshoes?

You said you'd rather die than wear overshoes.

Remember? Well, what happened?

In the end, you had to wear them.

Now, for as long as we are here you won't have to wear overshoes.

Isn't that good?

And the piano?

You won't have to practise on the piano.

I tell you, this is going to be a fine life for you.

It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary.

Not only because I have never done so before,

but because it seems to me that neither I, nor for that matter anyone else,

will be interested in the unbosomings of a 13-year-old schoolgirl.

Still, what does that matter?

I want to write.

But more than that,

I want to bring out all kinds of things

that lie buried deep in my heart.

First of all, I expect I should be describing

what it's like to go into hiding.

But I don't really know yet myself.

I only know it's funny never to be able to go outdoors,

never to breathe fresh air...

..never to run and shout and jump.

Wednesday, the 23rd of September, 1942.

The news of the war is good.

Stalingrad is still holding out.

The Russian offensive continues in the Moscow area.

-It's safe now. The last workman has left.

-Whee!

- Anne! - I'm first for the WC.

It's six o'clock, Margot. School is over.

Where are my shoes?

Have you seen my shoes?

-What shoes?

-You're going to be sorry.

-I am?

-Anne dear.

-Wait till I get you.

-I'm waiting.

Stop! Peter. Ouch!

Anne! Peter!

Hey, where are you going?

Going to give Mouschi his dinner.

Peter!

Anne dear, I think you shouldn't play like that with Peter.

It's not dignified.

Who wants to be dignified? I don't want to be dignified.

You complain that I don't treat you like a grown-up, but when I do you resent it.

I only want some fun.

I don't know what's the matter with that boy.

Give him a little time. He isn't used to girls.

Time? Isn't two months time?

I could cry.

I wonder where Miep is. She's usually so prompt.

SIREN WAILS

SIREN FADES

SHE HUMS

Margot, come and dance with me, please.

I've got more work to do, Anne.

You know, we're going to forget how to dance.

When we get out, we won't remember a thing.

SHE HUMS

HE HUMS ALONG

TOILET FLUSHES

Where's Peter?

Where would he be? With his cat.

He hasn't finished his lessons, has he?

Peter.

-Peter!

-What is it?

Your mother says to come out!

I'm giving Mouschi his dinner. I'm feeding my cat.

You know what your father says about you wasting all your time with that cat.

-I haven't even looked at him since lunch.

-I'm only telling you.

I'll feed him.

You stay out of here. And I mean out.

Is that any way for you to talk to your little girlfriend?

Mother,

I asked you, would you please not say that?

Look, he's blushing.

He's blushing.

Please. I'm not, but... Leave me alone, will you?

What did I say? You act like it's something to be ashamed of.

It's nothing to be ashamed of to have a little girlfriend.

That's crazy. She's only 13.

So what? And you're 16. It's just perfect.

Your father is 10 years older than I am.

Mr Frank, I warn you, this war lasts much longer, we're going to be related.

Mazel tov.

I haven't seen my cat since lunch.

I'm giving Mouschi his dinner.

My little Mouschi.

I couldn't live without my precious Mouschi.

You wonderful cat, you!

All right, Miss Quack-Quack.

-What's that?

-Miss Quack-Quack!

Heard all about you. How you talk so much in class, they call you Miss Quack-Quack.

-You're the most intolerable, insufferable boy I ever met!

-Quack-quack-quack!

-I'll give it to you good!

-Quack!

Ooh!

Anne dear, you're hot.

You're warm. Are you feeling all right?

-Mother, please.

-You don't have a fever, do you?

-No.

-You know we can't call a doctor here, ever.

There's only one thing to do, watch carefully.

Prevent an illness before it comes. Let me see your tongue.

Mother, this is perfectly absurd.

Anne dear, don't be such a baby.

Let me see your tongue.

TOILET FLUSHES

-Otto.

-Anne.

-You hear your mother, don't you?

-Come on, open up.

Quack.

Anne.

-Otto.

-Anne.

You're all right.

I think there's nothing the matter with our Anne that a ride on her bike

or a visit with her friend Sanne de Vries wouldn't cure.

Isn't that so, Annele?

I keep wishing that Peter was a girl

instead of a boy.

Then I'd have someone to talk to.

With all the boys in the world,

why did I have to get locked up with him?

EXPLOSION

EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE

Is it someone?

Is it Miep?

It's strange we don't hear.

Maybe she got hurt - the flak.

-She'll come.

-I wish she'd get here.

I'm going crazy without cigarettes.

Anne, you got an "excellent" in your history paper today

and a "very good" in Latin.

Yes, but how about algebra?

Well, I have a confession to make.

Up until now I managed to stay ahead of you in algebra.

Today you caught up with me.

We'll leave it to Margot to correct.

-Isn't algebra vile, Father?

-Vile.

How did I do?

-Excellent, of course.

-Anne, Anne, please.

Your French composition today was wonderful, just wonderful.

Mrs Van Daan, may I try it on?

No, Anne.

It's all right. Really.

But please, be careful with it.

My father gave me this coat the year before he died.

He always bought me the best money could buy.

Mrs Van Daan, did you have a lot of boyfriends

before you were married?

Anne, that's a personal question.

It's not courteous to ask personal questions.

I don't mind.

Anneke, our house was always swarming with boys.

-When I was a young girl...

-Oh, no. Not again.

Shut up!

One summer we had a big house in Hilversum.

The boys...

The boys would come buzzing around like bees around a jam pot.

When I was 17...

Well, we were wearing our skirts very short in those days,

and I had such good-looking legs.

I still have. I may not be as pretty as I used to be, but I still have my legs.

How about it, Mr Frank?

All right, all right. We see them.

I'm not asking you. I'm asking Mr Frank.

Mother, for heaven's sakes.

Oh, I embarrass you too, do I?

Well, I only hope the girl you marry has as good.

Anneke, my father used to worry about me with all the boys hanging around.

And he used to say to me, "If any of those boys get fresh,

"you just say to him,

"'Remember, Mr So-and-so, remember, I am a lady.'"

Look at you, talking that way in front of her.

-Don't you know she puts it all down in that damned diary?

-So what if she does?

I'm only telling the truth.

Haven't you finished yet?

No.

Oh. The thinker.

Leave him alone.

All right, all right. I'm a dunce, a hopeless case.

You're not hopeless.

It's just that you haven't got anyone to help you like Father helps Anne and me.

Well, if I... Well, if we could help...

What about it, Peter? Would you like to study with us?

Shall we make our school coeducational?

Thanks. Yes.

Mr Frank, you are an angel, an absolute angel.

Why didn't I meet you before I met that one there?

I...think it might be better...

if you went into your room, Peter, to work.

Excuse me.

You listen to Mr Frank. Mr Frank is a highly educated man.

It's after eight o'clock. Where are they?

-At least one of them should have come.

-They'll come. Don't worry.

Don't tell me. I know something's wrong.

Isn't it bad enough around here without you sprawling all over the place?

If you didn't smoke all the time, you wouldn't be so bad-tempered.

-Do you see me smoking?

-Oh, you already smoked up all the cigarettes?

One package. Miep only brought me one package.

It's a filthy habit, and this is a good time to break yourself of it.

-Oh, stop it.

-You're smoking up all our money!

Will you shut up!

And what are you staring at?

I never heard grown-ups quarrel like that before.

I thought only children quarrelled.

This isn't a quarrel. It's a discussion.

-And I never heard children so rude before.

-I, rude?

- Yes! - Anne, drink your milk.

The trouble with you is, you've been spoiled. You need a spanking.

Remember, Mr So-and-so, that I am a lady.

Mmm, you're the most aggravating...

Why aren't you nice and quiet like your sister Margot?

Why do you have to show off all the time?

Let me give you a little advice, young lady - men don't like that in a girl.

Do you know that? A man likes a girl who will listen to him once in a while.

-A domestic girl who loves to cook and clean...

-I'd cut my throat first!

I'd open my veins.

I'm going to be remarkable.

-I'm going to Paris to study music and art.

-Paris? Yeah, yeah.

I'm going to be an actress, or a writer, or a dancer.

-Look what you did.

-I'm so sorry.

You clumsy little fool!

-This is the coat my father gave me!

-I'm so sorry.

You ruined it. What do you care? Ruined it!

I could kill you! I could just kill you!

Petronella. Liebchen, Liebchen.

Petronella.

It's only a coat.

Anne, you must not behave in that way.

It was an accident. Anyone can have an accident.

I don't mean that. I mean the answering back.

You must not answer back.

They're our guests.

You don't hear Margot getting into any arguments with them, do you?

Try to be like Margot.

And have them walk all over me the way they do her? No, thanks.

I don't know what happens to you, Anne.

If I had ever talked to my mother as you talk to me...

Things have changed, Mother.

People aren't like that any more.

"Yes, Mother." "No, Mother." "Anything you say, Mother."

I've got to fight things out for myself.

-But...

-Make something of myself.

It isn't necessary to fight to do it. Margot doesn't fight.

Margot! That's all I hear.

"Why aren't you like Margot?"

Everything she does is right, and everything I do is wrong!

You're all against me, and you worst of all!

I don't know how we can go on living this way.

I can't say a word to Anne, she flies at me.

You know Anne. In a half hour she'll be out here laughing and joking.

And, uh...

I told your father it wouldn't work - two families.

But no, no, he had to ask them.

Shh.

FOOTSTEPS

KNOCKING

Every time I hear that sound, my heart stops.

It's Miep. Father!

-Yes?

-It's Miep.

Here's your list.

-Is it Miep?

-Yes.

At last I'll have some cigarettes.

Miep's here.

I can't tell you how sorry I am about the coat.

Don't worry.

-Hello, hello.

-Miep.

Mr Kraler!

When Mr Kraler comes, the sun begins to shine.

-Dirk has had to leave.

-Dirk is Miep's fiance.

He had to go into hiding in the country to escape a labour call-up.

But he has let me have the radio for you.

He shouldn't have.

Look!

MUSIC IN EARPHONE

MUSIC PLAYS

Our blessed radio.

It gives us our eyes and ears out into the world.

We listen to the German station only for good music.

The Axis forces in the Western desert...

And we listen to the BBC for hope.

..ceaseless attacks by our land and air forces,

are now in full retreat.

The Eighth Army continues to advance.

That's good.

All right, Peter, now let's see what they have to say about the Nazis.

RADIO TUNES

Berlin.

MAN SPEAKS IN GERMAN

-Sieg heil!

-Sieg heil!

-Sieg heil!

-Sieg heil!

-Sieg heil!

-Sieg heil!

-Sieg heil!

RHYTHMIC FOOTSTEPS

-Sieg heil!

-Sieg heil!

-Sieg heil!

-Sieg heil!

Must we listen?

All right, Peter. That's enough.

RADIO OFF

The Green Police. They've found us.

Hmm.

FAINT RATTLING

Hmm.

Ah.

FLOORBOARD CREAKS

Huh.

HE HUMS SOFTLY

Huh.

Hmm.

SIREN APPROACHES

STIFLED COUGH

SIREN FADES

CLOCK CHIMES

CHIMES CONTINUE

DISTANT EXPLOSION

EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE

LOCK RATTLES

This way, Mr Dussel.

AIR RAID SIREN

SIREN CONTINUES

SIREN FADES

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

HE KNOCKS

-It is Kraler. Please open.

-And Miep.

Oh, bless them. They're here.

-Kraler?

-And Miep, yes. Open, please.

-Well, we had a visitor last night.

-A visitor last night?

-Yes, yes.

-A thief.

- It was a thief? - Did you hear him?

-Yes, we heard him.

-He was right under you.

-In the office right under here.

-We did not know.

We thought it was the Green Police.

- Are you sure, Miep? - You were, of course, quiet?

We didn't move. We hardly breathed all night.

-That is good. It was close.

-Too close.

He went through everything. The desk and the files.

The desk and the files. And he found the safe, but he could not get it open.

He was looking for our ration card supply from the Underground.

-Somebody knows.

-They're in that safe.

They'll come back. Get rid of that safe. Get it out of here.

Yes. Put a sign on the door,

"Burglars, do not come back. The safe is gone."

Jokes, yet.

-Mr Frank, I must talk to you.

-Yes, of course.

Maybe it's the radio. We should get rid of the radio.

Put it in the stove, burn it. If the Green Police found that radio...

And they'd find her diary. We'll burn that too.

Not my diary.

-My diary goes, I go with it.

-Where is it?

If they find us, they might just as well find the diary, the radio.

What'll be the difference?

-Usually, when I come up here, I try to bring good news.

-Yes, I know.

Something has happened. A man came to me.

He told me that he has a Jewish friend - a dentist.

He begged me, could I find him a hiding place? So I have come to you.

I know it is a terrible thing to ask, living the way you are,

but could you take him in?

-Well, of course we will.

-His name is Jan Dussel.

-Dussel. Wait a minute. I think I know him.

-It's fine to have him.

But, Otto, where are we going to put him? Where?

There's so little food as it is, and to take in another person...

We can stretch the food a little, Mr Van Daan.

-He can have my bed.

-No, thank you, Peter.

Margot will move in here with us, and he can have her bed.

I'll get my things out.

BELL CHIMES

Mr Dussel.

Don't bump your head.

Come in, Mr Dussel.

-This is Mr Frank.

-Mr Otto Frank?

Yes. Let me have your things, please.

Thank you, Mr Frank. I leave you in good hands.

-Mr Dussel?

-Hmm?

I must return your coat.

What can I say to thank you?

Mr Kraler and Miep, they're our lifeline. Without them, we couldn't live.

Please, you make us seem very heroic. It isn't that at all.

-We simply don't like the Nazis. We don't like their methods...

-I know. I know.

"Nobody's going to tell us Dutchmen what to do with our damn Jews."

We will be up tomorrow to see that they are treating you right.

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye, Mr Kraler.

Goodbye, Miep.

-Welcome, Mr Dussel.

-Thank you.

This is my wife, Edith. Mr and Mrs Van Daan.

Their son, Peter, my daughters Margot and Anne.

- Anne. - How do you do.

-Margot.

-Please, Mr Dussel, sit down.

Thank you.

I'm dreaming, I know it.

Mr Otto Frank, here.

You're not in Switzerland, then?

Someone said that you escaped to Switzerland.

And you've been here all this time?

Ever since July.

Did Mr Kraler warn you you won't get much to eat here?

You can imagine...three ration cards among the seven of us.

Now you make eight.

Mr Van Daan, you don't realise what's happening outside

that you should warn me of a thing like that.

You don't realise what's going on right here in Amsterdam.

Every day, hundreds of Jews disappear.

They surround a block, and they search house by house.

Every day children come home from school to find their parents gone.

Hundreds are being deported.

People that you and I know - the Hallensteins, the Wessels.

Oh, no.

You get your call-up notice -

come to the station on such and such a day and hour.

Bring only what you can carry.

If you don't go, they come and drag you from your home

and ship you off to Mauthausen - the death camp.

We didn't know that things had got so much worse.

Forgive me for speaking so.

Do you know the de Vries?

They're gone.

Sanne and I are in the same class.

Sanne is my best... my best friend.

She returned home from school to find her parents gone.

She was alone for two days, and then they came and took her away.

Gone?

With all the others.

Oh, no.

Some people named Meyerberg, they lived near us...

I think we should put this off until later, Mrs Van Daan.

I'm sure Mr Dussel would like to get settled now.

Annele, would you like to take Mr Dussel to his room?

If you'll come with me, Mr Dussel.

Uh, forgive me if I haven't expressed my gratitude.

This has been such a shock to me.

I always thought of myself as Dutch.

I was born in Holland.

My father was born in Holland, and my grandfather.

And now after all these years...

If you will excuse me.

It's so different from what Mr Kraler tells us.

Mr Kraler says that things are improving.

I like it better the way Kraler tells it.

MARCHING BAND PLAYS

Goodnight, Bubele.

- Say goodnight. - Goodnight, Mother.

-Goodnight, Mr Frank.

-Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Do you have any children, Mr Dussel?

No, I never married.

-Have you no family at all?

-No-one.

How dreadful. You must be terribly lonely.

Mm. I'm used to it.

I don't think I could ever get used to it.

Didn't you even have a pet? A cat or a dog?

No. No, no. I have an allergy to fur-bearing animals.

-Gives me asthma.

-Oh, dear.

-What?

-Peter has a cat.

-He has? He has it here?

-Yes.

HE COUGHS

We hardly ever see it.

He keeps it in his room all the time.

I'm sure it will be all right.

Mm-hmm. Well, I hope so.

I hope I'm not going to be too much of a bother to you, Mr Dussel.

No.

I seem to be able to get everyone's back up.

Oh, I always get along very well with young people.

My patients all bring their children to me

because they know I get along well with them.

So don't you worry about that.

Thank you, Mr Dussel.

Goodnight. I'll be back.

Goodnight, Mr Dussel.

Careful.

CLATTERING

CLATTERING

BELL CHIMES

KNOCKING

-ECHOING:

-Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Sanne.

Sanne?

Sanne.

WOMAN SHRIEKS WITH LAUGHTER

WOMAN LAUGHS

RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

Halt! Stehen bleiben!

GUNFIRE

SHOUTING IN GERMAN

GUNFIRE

SHE SCREAMS

Save me! Save me! No, no!

-Oh! No, don't take me!

-Stop it. Stop it.

SQUEALS OF LAUGHTER

-Save me.

-Hush, darling.

Hush. It's all right. It's all right.

Please, Mr Dussel, turn on the light. It was just a dream.

You're here, safe. You see?

Something must be done with that child, yelling like that.

Who knows who might be in the street. She's endangering all our lives.

Mr Dussel, after all, Anne is not exactly a trained, front line soldier.

Please, Mr Dussel, go back to bed.

She'll be herself in a minute or two. Won't you, Anne?

Go back to bed.

Excuse me. I'm going to the WC, the one room where there's peace.

Go back to bed now.

Would you like some water?

Was it a very bad dream?

Perhaps if you told me.

-I'd rather not talk about it.

-Try to sleep, then.

-I'll sit right here beside you.

-You don't have to.

But I'd like to stay with you very much. Really.

I'd rather you didn't.

Goodnight...

You'll be all right? There's nothing that you want?

Will you please ask Father to come?

Yes, of course, Anne dear.

She asks for you.

-Edith.

-Go to her, Otto.

She's still trembling with fear.

SHE CRIES

She wants nothing of me.

She pulled away when I leaned down to kiss her.

The Green Police broke down a door and grabbed me

and tried to drag me out the way they did Sanne.

-MARGOT:

-It's just a phase.

All girls turn to their fathers at this age.

They give all their love to their fathers.

You weren't like this. You didn't shut me out.

So...

Now, do you want me to read to you for a while?

No. Just sit with me for a minute.

Was I awful? Do you think anyone outside could've heard me?

No. Now, lie down quietly. So, like this.

Now try to sleep.

I'm a terrible coward. I'm so disappointed in myself.

I think I'm really grown-up,

and then something happens and I run to you like a baby.

I love you, Father. I don't love anyone but you.

Annele. Annele.

It's true. You're the only one I love.

I've been thinking about it for a long time.

It's fine. It's fine to have you tell me that you love me,

but I'd be much happier if you said that you loved your mother as well.

She needs your help so much.

-Your love.

-We have nothing in common.

She doesn't understand me.

Whenever I try to explain my views on life, she asks me if I'm constipated.

You hurt her very much just now. She's crying. She's in there crying.

Oh, Father, I was horrible, wasn't I?

What's the matter with me? Tell me.

Don't say it's just a phase. Help me.

There's so little we parents can do to help our children, Anne.

We can only try to set a good example. Point the way.

The rest you must do yourself.

I'm trying. Really, I am.

Every night I think back over all the things I did that day that were wrong.

Like putting the wet mop in Mrs Van Daan's bed.

And now this with Mother.

I say to myself, "That was wrong."

And I make up my mind I'm never going to do that again. Never.

I may do something worse, but I'll never do that again.

I have a nicer side, Father.

But I'm scared to show it.

I'm afraid people will laugh at me.

So the mean Anne comes to the outside...

..and the good Anne stays in the inside.

And I keep on trying to switch them around...

..and have the good Anne outside and the bad Anne inside.

It would be what I'd like to be...

..and might be...if only...

She's asleep.

Thursday, the 29th of October, 1942.

Mr Dussel and I had a great battle yesterday.

Yes, Mr Dussel.

According to him, nothing, I repeat, nothing is right about me.

While he was going on at me, I thought,

"Someday, I'm going to give you such a smack...

"that you'll fly right up to the ceiling."

Why is it that every grown-up thinks he knows the way to bring up children?

Particularly the grown-ups that haven't any.

Monday, the 9th of November, 1942.

Wonderful news. The Allies have landed in Africa.

Churchill spoke on the BBC from London.

..which they have so often meted out to others.

Ah, this is not the end.

No, it is not even the beginning of the end.

But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

The air raids are getting worse.

The British planes come over day and night on their way to Germany.

MUSIC ON RADIO

EXPLOSION

EXPLOSIONS AND MUSIC CONTINUE

EXPLOSIONS INTENSIFY

It's too much. Just too much.

Suppose they hit this house? What will we do?

We can't go out in the street. What will we do?

If they hit this house, your worries will be over.

LOUD EXPLOSION

That noise, that big explosion, they hit one of the English planes.

- It fell right in this block. - Peter!

Peter!

It's far away from here. Don't be nervous.

Look. Just look at them. Why, Mrs Van Daan, this should be music to your ears.

-Music?

-Of course.

The more planes the British send over,

the sooner the war will be over, the sooner we'll be out of here and home again.

I don't believe it'll ever be over.

You know what I'd like right now? A cup of tea.

Oh, yes, please.

You can't have tea then for breakfast.

-If you have tea now, you won't have any tomorrow.

-I don't care.

-Neither do I. Now, please.

-Me, too, please.

How about you, Mr Dussel? Would you like your tea now or tomorrow morning?

-Tomorrow morning.

-Sure?

Sure.

LOUD EXPLOSION

GLASS SHATTERS

I'll take mine now.

The skylight!

Edith, come!

Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter!

Peter!

VOLLEY OF EXPLOSIONS CONTINUES

"Praised be Thou, O Lord our God,

"ruler of the universe who has sanctified us with Thy commandments

"and bidden us kindle the Hanukkah lights.

"Praise be Thou, O Lord our God, ruler of the universe,

"who has wrought wondrous deliverances for our fathers in days of old.

"Praise be Thou, O Lord our God, ruler of the universe,

"that Thou has given us life and sustenance and brought us to this happy season."

-Amen.

-Amen.

Monday, 7th of December, 1942.

The Hanukkah holiday came early this year.

"We kindle this Hanukkah light to celebrate the great and wonderful deeds

"wrought through the zeal with which God filled the hearts

"of the heroic Maccabees 2,000 years ago.

"They fought against indifference, against tyranny and oppression,

"and they restored our temple to us.

"May these lights remind us that we should ever look to God,

"whence cometh our help."

-Amen.

-Amen.

"I lift up mine eyes unto the mountains from whence cometh my help.

"My help cometh from the Lord who made heaven and Earth.

"He will not suffer thy foot to be moved.

"He that keepeth thee will not slumber.

"He that keepeth Israel doth neither slumber nor sleep.

"The Lord is thy keeper. The Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.

"The Lord shall keep thee from all evil. He shall keep thy soul.

"The Lord shall guard thy going out and thy coming in,

"from this time forth and forevermore."

-Amen.

-Amen.

-Amen.

May I have the hats, please? Thank you.

Very nice. Very nice. That was very moving.

-Sit down.

-Sit down.

-Where are you going?

-There's lots more. Songs and presents.

-Presents?

-Not this year, unfortunately.

But always on Hanukkah everyone gives presents. Everyone.

-That's right.

-Like our Saint Nicholas day.

-Saint Nicholas day.

-No, not like Saint Nicholas day.

What kind of a Jew are you that you don't know Hanukkah?

I remember particularly the candles. First one, as we have tonight.

Then the second night, you light two candles. The next night, three.

And so on, until there are eight candles burning.

When there are eight candles, it's truly beautiful.

What I remember best are the presents we used to get.

Eight days of presents, and, well, each day they got better and better.

We're all here...alive. That's present enough.

-No, it isn't. I've got something.

-What is it?

-L'Chaim.

-L'Chaim.

-Presents.

-Real presents?

-She made it herself.

-Look at that.

-Isn't it festive? Isn't it gay?

-Oh, that's beautiful.

-For Margot.

-Ah.

Read it out loud.

"You have never lost your temper.

"You never will, I fear.

"You are so good, but if you should, put all your cross words here."

Aww.

Let's see what it is.

It's a new crossword puzzle book.

It's one you've done, but I rubbed it all out

and if you wait a little and forget, you can do it again.

THEY ALL LAUGH

-Clever, clever.

-Thank you.

-For Mrs Van Daan.

-Ah-hah.

I feel terrible. I don't have a thing for anybody.

It's hair shampoo.

I took odds and ends of soap and mixed them with the last of my toilet water.

-Oh, thank you, Anneke.

-That was nice.

I wanted to write a poem for all of them, but I didn't have time.

That's all right, Anne.

-Yours, Mr Van Daan, is really something.

-Mmm?

-Something you want more than anything.

-Hmm.

-Cigarettes!

-Look at that.

-Cigarettes.

-Two of them.

Father found some old pipe tobacco in the pocket lining of his coat,

and we made them - rather, Father did.

Look at that.

Light it! Go on and light it!

It's tobacco. Really, it is.

There's a little fluff in it, but not much.

-It works!

-Look at him.

Thank you, Anne. Thank you.

Mr Van Daan!

For Mother. Hanukkah greeting.

"Here's an IOU that I promise to pay.

"Ten hours of doing...

"..whatever you say.

"Signed, Anne Frank."

-Ten hours of doing what you're told? Anything you're told?

-That's right.

You wouldn't want to sell that, Mrs Frank, would you?

Never. This is the most precious gift I've ever had.

-For Father.

-Annele, I wasn't supposed to have a present.

-Look at that.

-It's a muffler.

-Oh, I know.

-To wear around your neck like an ascot, you know.

I knitted it in the dark each night.

I'm afraid it looks better in the dark.

It's fine. Thank you, Annele. Thank you.

-Isn't it beautiful?

-Lovely, huh? Thank you, Anne.

-For Mouschi.

-He'll like it.

And this is for you. Yourself. From Miss Quack-Quack.

Go on. Open it.

Aren't you going to open it?

-Come on. Show us what it is.

-It's a safety razor.

It's not new. Miep got it for me second-hand. But you do need a razor now.

-What for?

-Look at his upper lip. See?

He wants to get rid of that?

Put some milk on it and let the cat lick it off.

You think you're funny, don't you?

Look, he can't wait. He's going in to try it now.

I'm going to give Mouschi his present.

-Mouschi, Mouschi, Mouschi.

-Enough.

And last, but never least, my roommate, Mr Dussel.

Something for me?

-Capsules.

-They're earplugs to put in your ears

so you won't hear me when I thrash around at night.

I made them myself. Try them. See if you can hear me.

Wait, I'll put... Like that? Is that what you mean?

-Are you ready?

-What?

-Are you ready?

-They work!

They went in. They went in.

-He can't get 'em out.

-What's the matter with you? Get 'em out.

Take 'em out.

I got 'em.

Thank you.

And now let's sing the song, Father.

Wait till you hear the Hanukkah song, Mr Dussel.

-# O Hanukkah, O Hanukkah The sweet celebration... #

-Annele.

Annele, we shouldn't sing the song tonight.

You see, Mr Dussel, it's a song of jubilation and of rejoicing.

One is apt to become just a little too enthusiastic about it.

Please, let's sing the song, Father. I promise not to shout.

Very well, but quietly, Anne. I'll keep my eye on you.

Oh! Oh! I told you not to come in here with that cat.

Get out of here.

HE WHEEZES

What's the matter with you? Haven't you any sense?

-Get that cat out of here.

-Cat?

You heard me. Get it out of here!

I have no cat.

Mr Dussel!

It doesn't have to be the cat.

Just the hairs on his clothing from the cat is enough.

-When he comes in the room...

-Don't worry, you won't be bothered any more.

-We're getting rid of it.

-At last, you listen to me.

I'm not doing it for you. That's all in your mind. All of it.

I'm doing it because I'm sick of seeing that cat eat all our food.

That's not true. I only give him scraps.

Don't tell me. He gets fatter every day.

Damn cat looks better than any of us. Out he goes tonight.

-No!

-Mr Van Daan, you can't do that.

-That's Peter's cat. Peter loves that cat.

-Anne.

-If he goes, I go.

-Go. Go.

He's not going, and the cat's not going. What's the matter with you?

It's Hanukkah. It's Hanukkah. Please, Anne, sing.

# O Hanukkah, O Hanukkah The sweet celebration

-# Around the feast we gather... #

-Annele.

I think we should first blow out the candles.

Then we'll have something for tomorrow night.

Father, you're supposed to let it burn itself out.

I'm sure that God understands shortages.

Praise be Thou, O Lord our God, who has sustained us

and permitted us to celebrate this joyous festival.

-Amen.

-Amen.

-Amen.

RATTLING

RATTLING

GLASS SHATTERS

DOOR CREAKS

TOOLS CLINK

SHOES THUD SOFTLY

KNOCKING

HE MUTTERS

CAT MEOWS

CLATTER

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

-I think they've gone.

-They found us.

If they had, they would be up here by now.

I know it was the Green Police. They've gone to get help.

It may be the Gestapo, looking for papers.

Or another thief looking for money.

DOOR CREAKS

I'm going down.

-They may still be there.

-Annele, this is Saturday.

We have no way of knowing what has happened down there until Miep and Mr Kraler come.

We cannot live with this uncertainty. Now, please. Please.

DOOR CREAKS

Get our money. They say you can buy them off. So much a head.

-Quick, go upstairs and get the money.

-Keep still.

You want to be dragged off to a concentration camp?

You going to stand there until they come up here and get you?

Will you keep still!

Someone go and make Father come back.

-Haven't you done enough?

-Please, Mr Van Daan.

-Anne!

-Sh.

I lift up mine eyes unto the mountains from whence cometh my help.

My help cometh from the Lord who made heaven and Earth.

DOOR CREAKS

He that keepeth thee will not slumber.

He that keepeth Israel doth neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is thy keeper. The Lord is thy shade from...

RHYTHMIC FOOTSTEPS

THEY SPEAK IN GERMAN

-I better go and look and make sure.

-Ja.

Pray that the Lord shall keep thee from all evil.

-He shall keep thy soul.

-Hear me, O Israel.

The Lord shall guard thy going out and thy coming in.

He took the typewriter and ran away in such a hurry,

he didn't stop to shut the street door - it was swinging wide open.

A watchman was passing.

FOOTSTEPS

Look. Tools.

THEY SPEAK GERMAN

FAINT CLATTER

LOUD CLATTER

CAT MEOWS

CAT MEOWS

Es ist eine Katze!

Ja.

Meetz-meetz-meetz. Meetz-meetz-meetz. Meow, meow.

They had a burglary. He got out as he heard me coming.

Meetz-meetz.

I will lock the door and report it.

They've gone. They've locked the door.

Thank God they've gone.

I'd just as soon they'd take us than to continue with this terrible agony.

-I can't stand it.

-It's all right, Annele.

- The danger has passed. - Who says the danger is passed?

Don't you realise that we're in greater danger than ever?

Please, Mr Dussel, will you keep still.

Thanks to this clumsy fool, someone now knows we're up here.

Someone now knows that we're up here hiding.

It's a thief.

You think the thief is going to go to the Green Police and say,

"I was robbing a place the other night, and I heard a noise above my head"?

-You think a thief is going to do that?

-Yes, he will.

-You're crazy.

-I think that someday the thief will be caught.

He'll make a bargain with the Gestapo.

He'll say to the Gestapo, "If you let me off,

"I'll show you where some Jews are hiding."

-That's what I think.

-Oy!

- He's right. - Oh, Mother, let's get out of here.

-We can't stay here now.

-Please, let's go.

Go? Where?

Yes, where?

Have we lost all faith?

All courage?

A few moments ago, we thought they had come for us, didn't we?

We thought it was the end. Well, it was not the end. We are alive. We are safe.

We thank Thee, O Lord, our God, that in Thy infinite mercy,

Thou hast again seen fit to spare us.

-Amen.

-Amen.

Annele.

The song, hmm?

How about the song?

# O Hanukkah O Hanukkah

# The sweet celebration

# Around the feast we gather

OTHERS JOIN IN # In complete jubilation

# Happiest of seasons now is here

# Many are the reasons for good cheer

# Together, together

# Whatever tomorrow may bring

# So hear us rejoicing and merrily voicing

# The Hanukkah song that we sing

# O hear us rejoicing and merrily voicing

# The Hanukkah song that we sing. #

Happy Hanukkah.

CHURCH BELLS RING

Saturday, 1st of January, 1944.

Another new year has begun, and we find ourselves still in our hiding place.

We have been here now for one year, five months and 25 days.

One of our family has left us.

Mouschi ran away.

We're all a little thinner.

The Van Daans' discussions are as violent as ever.

Mother still doesn't understand me,

but then I don't understand her either.

There is one great change, however. A change in myself.

I read somewhere that girls of my age don't feel quite certain of themselves,

that they become quiet within...

and begin to think of the miracle that is taking place in their bodies.

I think that what is happening to me is so wonderful.

Not only what can be seen, but what is taking place inside.

Each time it has happened, I feel I have a sweet secret,

and I long for the time when I shall feel that secret within me again.

Annele. Peter.

A wonderful surprise. Mr Kraler and Miep are here.

Oh, thank you. You shouldn't have come.

You should have at least one day to yourselves.

Don't say that. It's so wonderful to see them.

-What is it? What is it?

-Mr Kraler.

-Happy New Year, Mr Dussel.

-Happy New Year.

-How are you, Margot? Feeling any better?

-I'm all right.

We filled her full of every kind of pill,

so she won't cough and make a noise.

Look what Miep has brought us. A cake.

Mmm.

-Cake.

-Well.

- I'll get some plates. - Thank you, Miepia.

You must have used all of your sugar rations for weeks.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

It's ages since I've even seen a cake.

Not since you brought the one last year, remember?

It had "Peace in 1943" written on...

"Peace in 1944."

Peace has to come sometime, you know.

Here you are.

Now, how many of us are there?

-None for me, thank you.

-Oh, you must.

Please, Miep.

Good. That leaves one, two, three - seven of us.

Eight. The same as it always is.

I left Margot out. I take it for granted Margot won't eat any.

-Why wouldn't she?

-I think it won't harm her.

All right, all right. I just didn't want her to start coughing again.

And, please, Mrs Frank should cut the cake.

-What do you mean?

-Well, Mrs Frank divides things better.

-Just what are you trying to say?

-Forget it. We're wasting time.

No, no. Don't I always give everybody exactly the same?

-Don't I?

-Forget it, Kerli.

No, I want an answer. Don't I?

Yes. Yes, yes. Everybody gets exactly the same.

Except Mr Van Daan gets a little bit more.

-That's a lie. She always cuts the same.

-Mr Van Daan, please.

You see, Miep, what a little sugar cake does to us?

It goes right to our heads.

- Here you are, Mrs Frank. - Thank you.

- You sure you won't have any? - Very sure.

-Miep?

-No, thank you. Really.

Cut the cake.

All right.

Thank you, Peter.

That's yours, Peter.

Maybe Mouschi went back to our house.

Do you ever get over there? Do you think that you could?

I'm afraid with him gone a week, Peter...

Make up your mind. Already someone has had a big nice meal from that cat.

NERVOUS LAUGH

-Mmm, it's delicious, Miep.

-Delicious.

Well, I must run. There's a party tonight.

How heavenly.

Remember now what everyone's wearing...