Oscar-winning adaptation of the famous true story. German-occupied Amsterdam, 1942. Young teen Anne details how, to escape persecution, the Franks take refuge with another family.
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CHURCH BELLS RING
CHURCH BELLS RING
My good friends.
..it is so good to see you home.
We had heard nothing.
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.
..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.
They have three miles to walk.
-They've been arrested. I know.
-Will you stop that?
-Mr Van Daan.
-Mrs Van Daan. Peter.
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.
-Margot. Mr and Mrs Van Daan.
Oh, and this is our son, Peter.
So, now, please, let us take off some of these clothes.
-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.
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!
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.
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...
-Thank you, Mr Kraler.
-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...
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.
-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.
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.
-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?
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?
Well, you ought to have him fixed to keep him from fighting.
What a nice cat.
Where do you go to school?
That's where Margot and I go.
Yeah, I know.
I've never seen you around.
I used to see you sometimes.
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?
-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.
You can't do that. They'll arrest you if you go out without your star.
Who's going out?
-What are you going to do with 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?
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?
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
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.
-Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
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.
It was the saddest book I ever read.
It is us, Miep and Kraler.
Good evening, Mr Kraler. Good evening, Miep.
-Oh, Mr Frank.
-This is the box you asked for.
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.
-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.
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.
I've never had a diary,
and I've always wanted one.
I'm going downstairs to get a pencil.
-But there's nobody down there now.
-It doesn't matter. Don't ever go beyond that door.
Never. I'm sorry, Anne. It isn't safe.
-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.
- 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?
-You're going to be sorry.
-Wait till I get you.
Stop! Peter. Ouch!
Hey, where are you going?
Going to give Mouschi his dinner.
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.
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.
HE HUMS ALONG
Where would he be? With his cat.
He hasn't finished his lessons, has he?
-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?
I asked you, would you please not say that?
Look, 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.
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.
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!
-I'll give it to you good!
Anne dear, you're hot.
You're warm. Are you feeling all right?
-You don't have a fever, do you?
-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.
-You hear your mother, don't you?
-Come on, open up.
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?
Is it someone?
Is it Miep?
It's strange we don't hear.
Maybe she got hurt - the flak.
-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?
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?
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.
One summer we had a big house in Hilversum.
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?
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?
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.
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.
- 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.
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.
-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.
I told your father it wouldn't work - two families.
But no, no, he had to ask them.
Every time I hear that sound, my heart stops.
It's Miep. Father!
Here's your list.
-Is it Miep?
At last I'll have some cigarettes.
I can't tell you how sorry I am about the coat.
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.
MUSIC IN EARPHONE
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.
All right, Peter, now let's see what they have to say about the Nazis.
MAN SPEAKS IN GERMAN
Must we listen?
All right, Peter. That's enough.
The Green Police. They've found us.
HE HUMS SOFTLY
This way, Mr Dussel.
AIR RAID SIREN
FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS
-It is Kraler. Please open.
Oh, bless them. They're here.
-And Miep, yes. Open, please.
-Well, we had a visitor last night.
-A visitor last night?
- 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.
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.
-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."
-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.
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.
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, Mr Kraler.
-Welcome, Mr Dussel.
This is my wife, Edith. Mr and Mrs Van Daan.
Their son, Peter, my daughters Margot and Anne.
- Anne. - How do you do.
-Please, Mr Dussel, sit down.
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.
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?
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.
With all the others.
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
- Say goodnight. - Goodnight, Mother.
-Goodnight, Mr Frank.
Do you have any children, Mr Dussel?
No, I never married.
-Have you no family at all?
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.
-Peter has a cat.
-He has? He has it here?
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.
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.
-Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
WOMAN SHRIEKS WITH LAUGHTER
Halt! Stehen bleiben!
SHOUTING IN GERMAN
Save me! Save me! No, no!
-Oh! No, don't take me!
-Stop it. Stop it.
SQUEALS OF LAUGHTER
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.
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.
-Go to her, Otto.
She's still trembling with fear.
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.
-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.
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.
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.
-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...
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
EXPLOSIONS AND MUSIC CONTINUE
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.
That noise, that big explosion, they hit one of the English planes.
- It fell right in this block. - 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.
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?
I'll take mine now.
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."
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."
"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."
May I have the hats, please? Thank you.
Very nice. Very nice. That was very moving.
-Where are you going?
-There's lots more. Songs and presents.
-Not this year, unfortunately.
But always on Hanukkah everyone gives presents. Everyone.
-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?
-She made it herself.
-Look at that.
-Isn't it festive? Isn't it gay?
-Oh, that's beautiful.
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."
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
-For Mrs Van Daan.
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.
-Something you want more than anything.
-Look at that.
-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.
-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?
You wouldn't want to sell that, Mrs Frank, would you?
Never. This is the most precious gift I've ever had.
-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.
-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.
-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.
And last, but never least, my roommate, Mr Dussel.
Something for me?
-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?
-Are you ready?
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.
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, 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.
What's the matter with you? Haven't you any sense?
-Get that cat out of here.
You heard me. Get it out of here!
I have no cat.
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.
-Mr Van Daan, you can't do that.
-That's Peter's cat. Peter loves that cat.
-If he goes, I 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... #
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.
SHOES THUD SOFTLY
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.
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.
Get our money. They say you can buy them off. So much a head.
-Quick, go upstairs and get the money.
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.
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 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...
THEY SPEAK IN GERMAN
-I better go and look and make sure.
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.
THEY SPEAK GERMAN
Es ist eine Katze!
Meetz-meetz-meetz. Meetz-meetz-meetz. Meow, meow.
They had a burglary. He got out as he heard me coming.
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.
-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.
- He's right. - Oh, Mother, let's get out of here.
-We can't stay here now.
-Please, let's go.
Have we lost all faith?
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.
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. #
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.
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?
-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.
- 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.
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?
-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.
-No, thank you. Really.
Cut the cake.
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.
-Mmm, it's delicious, Miep.
Well, I must run. There's a party tonight.
Remember now what everyone's wearing...
..and what you have to eat and everything so you can tell us tomorrow.
I'll give you a full report. Goodbye, everyone.
Hey, just a minute. There's something I'd like you to do for me.
Putti, where are you going?
Putti, what are you going to do?
No, no, no. Don't you dare take that coat.
What is wrong?
Father says he's going to sell her fur coat.
She's crazy about that old fur coat.
-It's mine, you hear me? My father gave me that coat.
-I want the coat.
-No, you have no right.
-Get your hands off it.
Is it possible that anyone can be silly enough
to worry about a fur coat at a time like this?
It's none of your darn business.
-And if you say one more thing...
..little discussion on the advisability of selling this coat.
As I have often reminded Mrs Van Daan,
it's selfish of her to keep it when people outside are in such desperate need of clothing.
So if you please to sell it for us.
It should fetch a good price.
And by the way, would you get me cigarettes?
I don't care what kind they are. Get all you can.
It is very difficult to get them, Mr Van Daan.
But I will try. Goodbye.
Mr Frank, could I talk to you?
Something's happened, hasn't it, Mr Kraler? What's happened?
If it is something that concerns us here, we'd better all hear it.
-What they'd imagine would be worse than any reality.
It is a man in the storeroom.
His name is Karl. You knew him.
One day he came to the office.
He closed the door and asked me,
"What do you hear from your friend Mr Frank?"
I told him there was a rumour that you were in Switzerland.
He said he had heard that rumour too, but he thought I might know something more.
I did not pay much attention. I- I tried to forget it.
And then yesterday...
..we were coming out of the storeroom out there.
I had started down to the office.
I looked back.
He was standing, staring at the bookcase.
He said, "I thought I remember a door up here.
"Was not there a door here leading to the loft?"
Then he asked me for more money. 20 gilders more a week.
-20 gilders? Very modest blackmail.
That's just the beginning.
You know what I think?
He's the thief who was down there that night.
That's how he knows we're here.
How was it left? What did you tell him?
I told him I had to think about it.
What shall I do? Pay him the money?
Take a chance on firing him or what?
-I do not know.
-For heaven's sakes, don't fire him.
Pay him what he asks. Keep him here where you can keep your eye on him.
Is it so much that he is asking? I mean, what are they paying nowadays?
-He could get it in a war plant.
But this is not a war plant. Mind you, I do not know if he knows or not.
Offer him half. Then we'll soon know if it is blackmail or not.
And if it is, we've gotta pay, haven't we?
Whatever he asks, we've gotta pay.
Let us decide that when the time comes.
This may be all my imagination.
You get to a point these days where you suspect everyone and everything.
SIREN IN DISTANCE
What does that mean, the telephone ringing on a holiday?
That's my wife. I told her I had to go over some papers in my office,
to call me here when she got out of church.
Happy New Year.
-Goodbye, Mr Kraler.
I will offer him half, then.
Thank you, Mr Kraler.
You can thank your son for this.
Him and his damn cat. That night. There.
I tell you, it's-it's just a question of time now.
Sometimes I wish the end would come, whatever it is.
Well, then at least we'd know where we were.
You should be ashamed of yourself, talking that way.
Think how lucky we are.
Think of the thousands dying in the war every day.
-Think of the people in concentration camps.
-What's the good of that?
What's the good of thinking of misery when you're already miserable?
We're young, Margot and Peter and I.
You grown-ups have had your chance.
Look at us. If we begin thinking of all the horror in the world, we're lost.
We're trying to hold on to some kind of ideals,
when everything - ideals, hope - everything is being destroyed.
It isn't our fault the world is in such a mess.
We weren't around when all this started.
-Now you listen to me.
-So don't try to take it out on us.
She talks as if we started the war.
Did we start the war?
You left this.
I thought you were fine just now.
You know just how to talk to 'em. I can never think when I'm mad.
I say too much.
I hurt people's feelings.
I think you're just fine.
Thank you, Peter.
That Dussel, what he said about Mouschi, about somebody eating him,
all I could think is I wanted to hit him.
That's what I used to do in school, but,
here a fight starts, I just duck in my room.
You're lucky having a room to go to.
His Lordship is always in mine.
When they start in on me, I have to stand and take it.
You gave some of it back to them just now.
I get so mad.
They've formed their opinions.
But we're still trying to find out.
We have problems here that no other people our age have ever had.
And just as you think you've solved them,
something comes along and, bang...
..you have to start all over again.
I think your father's fine.
Oh, he is, Peter. He is.
He's the only one who's ever given me the feeling that I have any sense.
Isn't it funny, you and I?
Here we've been together all this time...
..and this is the first time we've ever really talked.
It helps a lot to have someone to talk to, doesn't it?
It helps you let off steam.
Any time that...
..you want to let off steam,
you can come into my room.
I can get up an awful lot of steam.
It's all right with me.
Do you mean that?
I said it, didn't I?
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
-May I come in?
-No, Mr Dussel. I'm not dressed yet.
Tell me, am I terribly ugly?
-Oh, stop fishing.
-No. Tell me.
Of course you're not. You've got nice eyes...
..and a lot of animation and...and...
- May I come in? - Come in, Mother.
Mr Dussel is impatient to get in here.
He takes the room for himself the entire day.
You're not going in again tonight to see Peter, hmm?
That is my intention.
Aren't you afraid you're disturbing him?
Mother, I have some intuition.
Then may I ask you this much, Annie?
Please don't shut the door when you go in.
You sound like Mrs Van Daan.
Oh, no. I don't mean to suggest anything wrong.
I only wish you wouldn't expose yourself to criticism.
I'm sorry, Mother. I'm going to Peter's room.
I'm not going to let Petronella Van Daan spoil our friendship.
Just a moment, Mr Dussel.
In my day the boys called on the girls.
You know how young people are. Peter's room is the only place they can talk.
That's not what they called it when I was a girl.
I'm sorry, Margot, that you have to be the one left out.
I feel so guilty about you.
I mean, every time I go to Peter -
into Peter's room, I have the feeling that I'm hurting you.
I know if it were me, I'd be desperately jealous.
I am jealous a little.
Not of you and Peter.
I'm only feeling sorry that I haven't anyone...
..with whom to... to discuss my feelings.
Margot, I won't even...
Listen, you've found a companionship, and I want you to enjoy it.
Only...in my heart I feel that I've got a right to share feelings with someone too.
But I'm sure that Peter - that that boy, he could just never be that person for me.
KNOCKING ON DOOR
Maybe there's nothing to be jealous about.
Maybe I'm just taking the place of his cat.
Will you please let me in my room?
Just a minute, dear, dear Mr Dussel.
Well, here I go...
..to run the gauntlet.
Thank you so much.
Look at her.
A lot of good it did me to have a son. I never see him.
Just a minute, dear.
I'd like to say a few words to my son. Do you mind?
Peter, I do not want you staying up till all hours tonight.
You need your sleep. You are a growing boy.
Anne won't stay late. She's going to bed promptly at nine.
-Aren't you, Anne?
-Yes, Mother. May we go now?
Listen for the chimes, dear.
Aren't they impossible?
Treating us as if we're still in the nursery.
Don't let it bother you. It doesn't bother me.
I suppose you can't really blame them.
They think back to what they were like at our age.
They don't realise how much more advanced we are.
Already I know what I want to do. Don't you?
I want to be a journalist or something.
I love to write.
What do you want to do?
I know what I'd like right now.
I'd like to make it to England, get with the Free Dutch Forces over there.
Peter, you wouldn't try a thing like that.
-You'd never make it.
-I'd make it.
Only a few of the hundreds that try do.
I know, but... I'd like to get in it and-and hit back.
To just sit here, it's not for me.
You like Margot, don't you?
Right from the start you liked her.
Liked her better than me.
Oh, I don't know.
It's all right.
Everyone feels that way.
Margot's so good.
She's sweet and bright and beautiful, and I'm not.
I wouldn't say that.
Oh, no, I'm not. I know that.
I know quite well, that I'm not a beauty.
I never have been and never shall be.
I don't agree at all.
I think you're pretty.
That's not true.
A-And another thing.
You've changed. From the first, I mean.
I used to think that you were awful noisy.
And what do you think now, Peter?
How have I changed?
I'm glad you don't just hate me.
I never said that.
I bet when you get out of here, you'll never think of me again.
When you get back with all your friends,
you're going to say,
"Now, what did I ever see in that Miss Quack-Quack?"
-I haven't got any friends.
-Peter, of course you have.
Everyone has friends.
Not me. I don't want any.
I get along fine without 'em.
Does that mean you can get along without me too?
I think of myself as your friend.
If they were all like you,
it'd be different.
Did you ever kiss a girl?
Was she pretty?
The girl you kissed.
I don't know. I was blindfolded.
It was at a party. One of those kissing games.
I don't suppose that really counts, does it?
It didn't with me.
I've been kissed twice.
Once a man I'd never seen before kissed me on the cheek
when he picked me up off the ice.
I was crying.
And the other was a friend of Father's who kissed my hand.
You wouldn't say those counted, would you?
I wouldn't say so.
I know almost for certain
Margot would never kiss anyone unless she was engaged to them.
And I'm sure too that Mother never touched a man before Father.
But I don't know.
Things are so different now.
What do you think?
Do you think a girl shouldn't kiss anyone
except if she's engaged or something?
It's so hard to try to think what to do...
..when here we are with the whole world falling around our ears.
And you think...
..well, you don't know what's going to happen tomorrow.
What do you think?
..I suppose it - it depends on the girl.
With some, n-no matter what they do, it's wrong.
..it wouldn't necessarily be wrong with them.
-I always thought that...
..when two people...
I think I should go now.
-You won't let 'em stop you from coming?
I might bring my diary.
There are so many things in it I want to talk over with you.
There's a lot about you.
What kind of things?
Well, I wouldn't want you to see some of it.
I thought you were nothing.
Just the way you thought about me.
Did you change your mind...
..the way I changed my mind about you?
Well, you'll see.
Outside there is a quiet excitement.
Invasion fever is mounting from day to day,
and people talk of nothing else but the hope of liberation.
It had best come soon.
We here have had bad news.
The people from whom Miep got our ration cards have been arrested.
Mr Kraler is in the hospital.
It seems he has ulcers.
I'm afraid we are his ulcers.
Miep has to run the business and us too.
How very fortunate we are...
..when you think of what is happening outside.
I feel that spring is coming.
I feel it in my whole body and soul.
I'm utterly confused.
I am longing - so longing for everything.
Otto! Otto, quick. He's stealing the food!
-Mr Van Daan, let me see that!
Mr Van Daan, come... Let me...
-What happened? Mr Van Daan.
Look, the bread!
-You dirty thief. You good-for-nothing.
-Let him go, Mr Dussel. Help me, Peter.
Let him go! Peter, help me!
Let him go!
Putti, what is it?
He was stealing the bread!
It was you. And all the time we thought it was the rats.
Mr Van Daan, how could you?
- I'm hungry. - We're all of us hungry.
I see the children getting thinner and thinner.
Your own son, I've heard him moan in his sleep, he's so hungry.
And you come down in the night and steal food that should go to them, the children.
He needs more food than the rest of us.
He's used to more. He's a big man.
You're worse than he is. You're a mother,
and yet you sacrifice your son to this man, this-this...
Don't think I haven't seen you.
Always saving the choicest bits for him. I've watched you.
Day after day, and I've held my tongue, but not any longer.
Not after this!
Now I want him to go. I want him to get out of here!
Get out of here?
-What do you mean?
-Just that. Take your things and get out.
You're speaking in anger. You cannot mean what you're saying.
-I mean exactly that.
-For two long years we have lived here side by side.
We have respected each other's rights.
We have managed to live in peace. Are we going to throw it all away?
Mr Van Daan,
I know this is never going to happen again, is it?
Ah, he steals once, he'll steal again.
I want them to leave. You go now!
You're not putting Peter out? Peter hasn't done anything.
I don't mean Peter. Peter can stay.
I'll have to go if he goes. That's my father.
He's no father to you, that man.
He doesn't know what it means to be a father.
I wouldn't feel right. I couldn't stay.
Very well, then.
Mrs Frank, you would put us out in the street?
You can find another hiding place.
Where would we even find a cellar - a-a closet?
..you told Putti...
..you would never forget what he did for you when you first came to Holland.
You said you never would be able to repay him.
If my husband had any obligations to you, he has paid it over and over.
Edith, I don't know you. I've never seen you like this.
I should have spoken out long ago.
You can't be nice to some people.
There would have been plenty for all of us if you hadn't come in here!
No, no, Mrs Van Daan. Please.
We don't need the Nazis to destroy us.
We're destroying ourselves.
Mother, please don't send them away.
It's daylight. And they'll be caught.
-RADIO: Supreme headquarters...
-They're not going now.
They'll stay until Miep finds them a place to hide.
Mrs Frank, Mr Frank, Margot.
Oh, no, no.
We haven't sunk so low that we're going to fight amongst ourselves over food.
That's Anne. That's Mrs Van Daan, Mr Van Daan.
You see what he's doing?
"I'm still standing by to bring you further news of the invasion."
Did you hear that? "For those of you who may not have heard, let me repeat.
"The landings began this morning on the coast of Normandy."
-It's started. Listen!
-RADIO: D-Day has come.
During the night and in the early hours of this morning,
-an immense armada...
-..4,000 ships and thousands of smaller craft...
-You're keeping all the big ones for yourself.
-Yes, you are. All the big ones.
-Look at the size of that one.
-And look at that one.
-That's Mr Van Daan's.
-Well, look at...
-Stop it! Stop it!
-Stop counting potatoes!
-It's Miep. Let me in.
Mr Frank and Mrs Frank!
Mr Dussel, I beg of you, don't let her see a thing like this.
Well, this is... Mrs Frank...
The invasion has begun!
-The most wonderful news. The invasion has begun!
RADIO: Only preliminary reports have come in...
Did you hear? They have landed!
On the coast of France. In Normandy.
- The British, the Americans. - They're all in it!
Dutch, French, Poles, Norwegians, everyone.
- D-Day they call it. - D-Day.
-At last! Oh!
-It's me. Kraler.
-It cannot be Mr Kraler.
But it is Mr Kraler.
-Did you hear?
Isn't it wonderful?
When the nurse told me the news,
I said to myself there's only one place for me to be - with my friends.
# In the name of Orange now open the gates
# Our allies have landed ashore
# We'll fight and we'll capture our country again
# And freedom is ours evermore
# And freedom is ours evermore
# In the name of Orange now open the gates
# Our allies have landed on shore
# We'll fight
# And we'll capture our country again...
QUIETLY: # And freedom is ours evermore
WHISPERING: # And freedom is ours evermore. #
Quick. Before the workmen come. I'll be up later.
-Goodbye, my dear friends.
-Goodbye, Mr Kraler.
Thank you, Miep.
Putti, what is it? What happened?
I am so ashamed!
Oh, for heaven's sake.
Mr Van Daan, didn't you hear?
We're going to be liberated.
This is a time to celebrate.
To steal bread from children.
Oh, we've all done things that we're ashamed of.
Look at the way I treated Mother - so mean and horrid to her.
-No, Anneke. No.
-Oh, I was, Mother. I was awful.
Not like me.
No-one is as bad as me.
RADIO: Torpedo boats join British warships
and thousands of Allied planes in laying down an earth-shaking bombardment.
Let's be happy!
When I think of the terrible things I said.
No, no. You were right.
That I should speak that way to you,
our friends, our guests.
Stop it! You're spoiling the whole invasion.
RADIO: Almighty God,
pride of our nation,
this day have set upon a mighty endeavour.
Lift up your hearts.
Out of the depths of sorrow
and of sacrifice
will be born again the glory of mankind.
MAN SPEAKING GERMAN ON RADIO
RADIO MERGES WITH EXPLOSIONS
We are all in much better spirits these days.
There is still excellent news of the invasion.
And the best part about it is that I have a feeling that friends are coming.
Our beloved queen spoke.
She used words like "soon",
"when I am back", "speedy liberation."
I may be back in school by fall.
Wednesday, 2nd of July, 1944.
-Fierce counterattacks by enemy Panzer divisions...
The invasion seems temporarily bogged down.
Mr Kraler is back in the hospital.
He has to have an operation.
It seems D-Day was too much for him.
-Here you are.
Ha-ha. The joke is on us.
Miep tells us the warehouseman doesn't know a thing,
and we're paying him all that money.
Our dear vegetable man is on his way to a concentration camp.
He was picked up today for hiding two Jews in his house.
There's not much.
It was Mr Hauk, our greengrocer, they arrested.
And the other news is...
..the Gestapo have found our typewriter that was stolen.
They'll trace it back and back till it gets to us.
You watch, you...
Everyone is low.
Even Father can't raise their spirits.
I have often been downcast myself,
but never in despair.
I can shake off everything if I write, but...
..and that is the great question...
..will I ever be able to write well?
I want to so much.
I want to go on living even after my death.
There it goes again.
Mr Frank, do you hear?
Yes, I hear.
This is the third time.
The third time in quick succession.
It's a signal.
I tell you it's Miep trying to get us.
For some reason she... she can't come to us,
and she's trying to warn us of something.
Please, Mr Dussel. Please.
You're wasting your breath.
Something has happened, Mr Frank.
It's been three days now that Miep hasn't been to see us.
And today not a man has come to work.
There hasn't been a sound in the building.
Perhaps it's Sunday.
We may have lost track of the days.
You with the diary there, what day is it?
I don't lose track of the days.
I know exactly what day it is.
It's Friday, 4th of August.
It's Friday, and-and not a man at work.
I tell you, Mr Kraler is dead.
That's the only explanation.
He's dead, and they've closed down the building,
and that's what Miep's trying to tell us.
-She would never telephone us, Mr Dussel.
Please, I beg of you, Mr Frank, answer the phone.
-Just pick it up and listen. You don't have to speak.
Just listen and see if it's Miep.
For God's sake, answer the telephone!
I've told you, no.
I'll do nothing that might let anyone know that we are in this building.
Mr Frank's right.
There's no need to tell us what side you're on.
If we wait here quietly and...patiently, I believe that help will come.
No, Mr Dussel... Mr Dussel!
PHONE STOPS RINGING
So we just wait here... until we die.
I can't stand it. I'll kill myself.
For heaven's sake, stop it.
I think you would be glad if I did. You want me to die.
Whose fault is it we're here?
We could have been safe in America or Switzerland.
But no, no. You wouldn't leave when I wanted to.
You couldn't leave your precious things.
Blame it all on me. It's all my fault.
Your hats, your shoes, your dishes.
For your comfort we had anything.
-I never had anything I really wanted.
Everything was for your pleasure!
Look, Peter. Look at the sky.
Aren't the clouds beautiful?
A lovely, lovely day.
You know what I do...
..when I think I can't stand another minute of being cooped up?
I think myself outside.
I think I'm on a walk in the park where I used to go with Father,
where the crocus and the jonquils and the violets
grow along the slopes.
..the most wonderful part of thinking yourself outside?
You can have it any way you like.
You can have roses and violets and tulips all blooming in the same season.
Isn't that wonderful?
When I was outside, I used to take it all for granted.
And now in here I've just gone crazy about nature.
I've just gone crazy.
I think if something doesn't happen soon...
..if we don't get out of here...
I can't stand much more of this.
I wish you had a religion, Peter.
I don't mean you have to be Orthodox...
..or believe in heaven and hell and purgatory and things.
I just mean some religion.
It doesn't matter what.
Just to believe in something.
When I think of all that's out there,
the trees and flowers...
..and those seagulls.
When I think of the dearness of you, Peter...
..and the goodness of the people we know -
Mr Kraler and Miep, the vegetable man...
..all of them risking their lives for us every day.
When I think of these good things, I'm not afraid any more.
I find myself...
..in God, and I...
That's... That's fine, but...
When I begin to think, well,
I get mad.
Look at us.
Hiding out here for two years.
Not able to move. Caught like...
Waiting for them to come and get us.
We're not the only people that have had to suffer.
There have always been people that have had to.
Sometimes one race, sometimes another, and yet...
That doesn't make me feel any better.
I know it's terrible, trying to have any faith...
..when people are doing such horrible...
But you know what I sometimes think?
I think the world may be going through a phase,
the way I was with Mother.
Maybe not for hundreds of years,
I still believe,
in spite of everything,
that people are really good at heart.
I want to see something now,
not a thousand years from now.
if you'd only look at it as part of a great pattern,
that we're just a little minute in life.
Listen to us, going at each other like a couple of stupid grown-ups.
Look at the sky.
Isn't it lovely?
Someday, when we get outside again...
..I'm going to...
SHOUTING IN GERMAN
KNOCKING ON DOOR
KNOCKING ON DOOR
SHOUTING IN GERMAN
RINGING, KNOCKING AND SHOUTING CONTINUE
SHOUTS IN GERMAN
MEN SPEAKING IN GERMAN
For the past two years we have lived in fear.
Now we can live in hope.
SHOUTING IN GERMAN
FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS
And so it seems our stay here is over.
They've given us just a moment to get our things.
We can each take a bag...
..and whatever it will hold of clothing.
..that means I must leave you behind.
Goodbye for a while.
PS. Please, please, anyone...
..if you should find this diary,
will you please keep it safe for me,
because someday I hope that...
I had gone to the country to try to find food.
When I got back, the police were in the building.
We made it our business to learn how they knew.
It was the thief who told them.
We know the thief. He was...
It seems strange to me now,
but we were all so full of hope in the camp here in Holland
where they first took us.
The news of the war was good.
The British and Americans were sweeping through France.
We felt sure they would get to us in time to...
..in September we were shipped to Poland.
The men to one camp, the women to another.
From there... they were sent to Belsen.
I stayed in Auschwitz.
In January we were freed, the few of us who were left.
The war was not yet over, no.
It took us a long time to get home.
Each time the train would stop, we'd...
..all get out, you know, at a siding or a crossing, and...
..walk from group to group.
"Where were you?"
"Were you at Belsen?"
"At Mauthausen? Where?"
"Is it possible that you ever knew my wife?"
"Did you ever see my husband, my son,
That's how I found out about my wife's death,
Margot's, Van Daans',
I still hoped.
Yesterday I was in Rotterdam.
I met a woman there.
She'd been in Belsen... with Anne.
I know now.
In spite of everything,
I still believe that people are really good at heart.
She puts me to shame.
Oscar-winning adaptation of the famous true story. German-occupied Amsterdam, 1942. Young teen Anne details how, to escape escalating persecution of Jews, the Franks take refuge with another family in a cramped attic hidden above a small business. The restrictions soon produce friction between the occupants as the war drags on.
Showing as part of Holocaust Memorial Day 2018.