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50... Morning, Annelies.
- Morning. - 52... 53... 54...
Mr Dussel is a champion sportsman, don't you know?
- He's so old. - He likes to keep himself trim.
Unlike some people I could mention.
You don't have to sleep with him.
And he snores.
- Morning, Mr Dussel. - Morning, everybody.
How's the rib, Mrs Van Daan?
Very painful, Mr Dussel.
Why's she suddenly taken up exercises?
To get rid of her fat bottom, I suppose.
Just here... just...
Mr Dussel is a trained medic, Putti.
We're lucky to have another expert on the premises.
That's why my friend Mr Frank hired me.
These should see us through the winter.
I wish you didn't have to sell spices.
Why couldn't you have chosen something nice, like sweets?
In wartime, Anne, spices are more essential than ever
to preserve meat, and to flavour its substitutes.
And so is pectin, for making jam at home.
She knows that, Mr Dussel. It was only a joke.
Mother Frank, the Children's Advocate.
It must be hard for Father, trying to run a business from up here
Especially with his arthritis
Today there was an important meeting.
We'll have the contracts prepared for tomorrow.
The negotiations were long and boring
Mr Kleiman and Mr Kugler did their best for us, but...
it turned out to be more serious than we expected.
The building's being sold?
And the new owner's coming this afternoon.
To look it over.
Oh, my God.
All sounds of breathing stopped...
eight hearts pounded
footsteps on the stairs, then a rattling on the bookcase...
He's so close
This moment is indescribable.
Stay here... idiot!
Mr Kleiman!
I said I'd left the key to the annexe at home.
They won't be taking over the lease until the spring.
- War may be over by then. - You don't really believe that, do you?
Edith...
What's the matter?
- The greengrocer's gone. - What?
He's disappeared. No-one knows what's happened to him.
- He's been arrested! - We don't know that.
- He'll tell the police about us! - Of course he won't.
- He doesn't know about you. - *** get extra vegetables!
He's a good man. I trust him completely.
- Aren't you going to stay? - I've got to get home.
Make sure she gets it.
- Of course, Mr Dussel. - Please give her all my love.
I always do. She asked me to give you this.
- There's a letter inside. - Thank you.
Mr Dussel is slipping lower and lower in my estimation,
and he's already below zero.
- Pim, you've got to say something. - Anne, please...
Why can he send out letters and I can't?
He's putting us and Miep in danger. If they catch her, she'll be tortured!
What if his darling Lotte tells somebody,
what if Miep gets followed back here?
Look, Mr Dussel's fiancée has no idea where he is.
She thinks he's hiding in the countryside.
Anna, dearest. I disapprove as much as you.
- Do something, then! - He's lonely, dear.
He's got nobody here who loves him.
He's not the only one!
She's right.
He shouldn't be doing it.
The Allies are pushing ahead, but there's no end in sight
Mr Churchill's had pneumonia, but he's better, thank goodness
Gandhi, the champion of Indian freedom,
is on one of his umpteenth hunger strikes
Outside, it's the most beautiful day.
What's the matter?
Look how much butter she's given us.
Compared to theirs.
- Say something to her. - I can't.
You shout at me, why don't you shout at her?
I can't!
I have no choice, because I can picture what a mother and a wife should be,
and can't seem to find anything of the sort
in the woman I'm supposed to call Mother.
Excuse me, it's my turn.
Can I borrow your dictionary?
It's not just them who are greedy. Look at this!
He's been hoarding all this, the stingy old miser!
After all we've done for him!
And the staff, who're risking their lives for us.
They haven't got enough food, either.
Mr Kleiman needs oranges for his bad stomach.
I do try to like him, really I do
But he keeps lecturing me and, worse than that, telling tales to Mother
So she starts lecturing me all over again
and if I'm really lucky, Mrs Van Daan muscles in and has another go.
Could you hurry up?
Use the potty!
And His Excellency's always wanting to use the lavatory
Four or five times a day
he sits in there for hours.
To whom it may concern, Mr Dussel's Toilet Timetable
Mornings from 7.15 to 7.30am
Afternoons after 1pm.
- What are you up to? - Nothing.
Otherwise, only as needed.
- It's the only place he can be alone. - Don't you hate him, too?
- I feel sorry for him. - Stop being such a goody-goody.
I'm going to get my revenge on him, you wait and see.
I'm going to unscrew the light bulbs and hide his clothes...
- You can't! - You don't have to live with him.
- What are you up to? - What do you think, idiot?
We're just filling gravy packets for downstairs.
It's terribly boring, the sort of work they do in prisons
But we want to be helpful, of course
But it's so hard sometimes, being helpful, being sensible,
tiptoeing around everybody,
holding my tongue when I want to scream and shout!
The Germans...
I don't know how long I can bear it without exploding.
... that measure of fire and steel...
which they have so often meted out to others...
Now this is not the end
It is not even the beginning of the end
But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning
This war seems to be going on for ever.
Are you asleep?
No.
Say something cheerful.
Please.
Which is worse?
Snoring or gasping for air?
Farts!
Always got your nose in a book, haven't you, young miss?
Mr Dussel's using my desk.
Otherwise I'd be reading in my room.
Young ladies shouldn't be stuffing their heads with nonsense.
You should read more, Mr Van Daan, then you wouldn't talk such rubbish.
You said Mr Dussel was only going to stay for a few weeks.
Now Miep and Jan can never spend the night with us.
Do stop complaining, dear.
- Stop complaining and help your mother. - It's none of your business!
Don't you talk to my husband like that!
I don't know how you put up with it! If she were my daughter, I...
Don't you get sarcastic with me.
- I don't know, these modern girls! - Margot, stick up for me!
Margot reads just as much as I do.
Margot doesn't answer back.
She was such a good baby.
Slept all through the night. Ah!
Just like my Peter, didn't you, pet?
And he learnt to use the potty at 18 months.
Mother!
Our Peter's a good boy.
He might not be an intellectual like you, but he's gonna go places.
The trouble is, you know far too much about things you're not supposed to.
Later on, when you're older, you won't be able to enjoy anything any more.
- That's not true! - You'll say,
I read that 20 years ago. You'd better hurry if you want to catch a husband,
or fall in love, since everything is bound to be a disappointment to you.
You know all there is to know, in theory.
But in practice?
That's another story.
Thank you, Mrs Beaverbrook.
Why did you call her Mrs Beaverbrook?
Because she always agrees with Mr Beaverbrook, on the wireless.
What does Mr Beaverbrook say?
Haven't you been listening, dimwit?
That they're not bombing Germany hard enough.
So I think she should be married to him.
Oh, you do, do you, Miss Quack Quack?
What did you say?
Miss Quack Quack.
Where did you find it? Give it back!
An Incorrigible Chatterbox, by Anne Frank, class 6.
As a punishment for talking in class...
Quack Quack Quack, said Mistress Chatterback...
- You stole my pencil. - I haven't seen your stupid pencil.
What's the hurry?
Having fun? Can anyone join in?
Is my desk free now?
Of course.
It's still all sticky.
I had to wash it with soap.
Mrs Van Daan's got some shampoo. I saw it in her cupboard.
I really don't know what we're celebrating.
- We've got a lot to be thankful for. - Like what?
We've got enough to eat, we've got each other,
we've got the kindest and bravest helpers in the world.
You sound just like your father!
At least he's not always moaning all the time and snapping at me.
And he's not always siding with Margot.
Another tooth gone.
Was I really that difficult as a baby?
You were rather tiring, dear.
I can't help it, it's just how I am.
I'm sorry, is Mouschi in here?
I've got to lock him in the attic because of the fleas.
And then Hanukkah arrived.
Excuse me.
- He peed on the floor! - I forgot his litter tray.
Idiot!
The food shortages are getting worse
Bep bought me these sandals, but my feet are freezing
Bep's coming up from the office to eat with us every lunchtime at the moment
I don't know how she stands it
Mr Van Daan's in a filthy temper because he can't get enough cigarettes
In fact, everyone's been getting on everyone else's nerves.
My father
simply adored me.
He gave me lots of tips for the boys.
He told me, if a gentleman gets fresh with you,
just say,
remember, sir,
I'm a lady.
Bep understands, don't you, dear? I'm sure you have lots of beaux.
- Leave the girl alone! - She doesn't mind, do you, dear?
Would you like more soup?
You have a good appetite, haven't you?
I don't suppose there's enough to eat in your house,
with all those brothers and sisters and your father off sick.
- More soup, Margot? - No, thank you.
- Watching your weight, are you, dear? - Will you stop this stupid chatter!
Hurry up!
I wish my hair was blonde.
Isn't she pretty?
When I grow up, I'm going to be in the movies.
- Can I have a look? - You wouldn't be interested.
She's such a swot.
I heard that.
I know she's my sister, but we haven't got anything in common.
If we weren't cooped up here, we'd hardly speak to each other.
Bep, you're so lucky!
You can go out and breathe the fresh air
and go skating and eat ice cream with your friends!
I miss my friends so much.
I just sit at my desk all day, then I go home and help Mother.
You're so lucky...
Anyway, it's winter.
There's no ice cream.
It's half past one.
- What have you said to Margot? - Nothing!
- She's very upset. - I'm not upset!
Pim, it's so unfair.
It's twenty to six, Mr Dussel.
- Would you let me use the desk now? - I'm not ready.
- It's my turn. - I have important work to do.
So do I.
What?
Scribbling in your diary?
It's my room just as much as yours!
You already use it for an hour and a half, five days a week.
And during my nap.
But you have it twice as much as me!
And why is that?
Because I'm a professional, not a little girl.
I'm not a little girl.
- Could you help with the potatoes? - Please stick up for me!
- No more arguments, please. - But, it's so unfair!
Stop it, Anne! Why do you make everything into such a drama?
I'm so sorry, Mr Dussel.
Whose side are you on?
When you first came here, Mr Dussel, when you first came here, we agreed
that the room would be shared by the two of us.
Logically, that would mean I would have the morning and you the afternoon.
I'm not asking much, just two more hours twice a week.
And where would I do my work?
Perhaps, I should go back to my nice little surgery on the Herengracht?!
You could always work in the lavatory. You spend long enough in there.
- Oh, sorry. - What is it, dear?
It's Mr Dussel.
Can we speak later?
We only have half an hour. Mr Kugler has to go.
Oh, well, wait a moment, Anne.
Will you excuse me, Mr Kugler?
What is is, darling?
Please say something to Mr Dussel!
Mother won't help, she's being horrible, as usual.
Come on.
I know it's a difficult situation,
you need your privacy to study,
and so does my daughter.
- Good old Father. - If I may say so, Mr Frank,
She's a very... headstrong child.
Now, if it were Margot, I wouldn't mind.
Writing is very important to her.
I believe it's the only way she can make some sense of the world...
find solace in these terrible circumstances.
Work and hope,
that's what we tell our daughters, Mr Dussel.
That's why we believe so strongly
in their education.
The only freedom...
is in here.
This is our hope for the future.
Out of respect for you, I'll agree.
I don't want people to say that Anne failed her exams because of me.
Thank you, Mr Dussel.
Father, I love you more than anybody else in the world!
- What about your mother? - She doesn't love me like you do.
Anna, that's not true.
Mr Dussel sulked for two days.
So childish of him, don't you think?
Sundays are so lonely without our helpers.
Outside, things are getting worse.
Miep met my teacher in the street last week.
There are only four of my classmates left
She didn't know which ones.
Women come home from shopping
to find their house sealed and their children gone.
Children come home from school to find their parents disappeared.
My dear Miep, thank you so much!
It's a pleasure.
And, to add to our woes,
Mr Dussel has started work.
Keep quiet, woman! They'll hear you in the street!
Somebody come and help.
Somebody, please!
All right, all right.
Open up. It'll be over soon.
Done!
Next?
Night night. What are you doing?
My Latin.
Don't you ever stop studying?
You don't understand, do you?
What?
It's the only way I can survive.
- Why don't you put this on your bed? - I'm fine!
Why can't I make you love me?
Gracias por su ayuda hoy.
- That's not Hebrew. - No, it's Spanish.
- Spanish? - Yes, it means,
"Thank you for your help today".
Is that what you're studying?
I've reached Level Three.
You see,
when the war is over,
Charlotte and I plan to emigrate to South America.
You never told me.
- Buenas noches. - Bu... enas no... ches.
Buenas noches.
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