Make a wish.
It's my 14th birthday today and I've been thoroughly spoiled.
I've had a book on mythology, a pot of yoghurt
a brooch made out of a penny...
and...
Your life can be trying, for we have the chore,
of becoming your teachers, a terrible bore.
You read and study all the day, determined to keep the boredom away.
The more difficult question, much harder to bear, is,
"what on earth do I have to wear?"
I've got no more knickers, my clothes are too tight,
my vest is a loincloth, I'm really a sight!
To put on my shoes I must cut off my toes.
Oh, dear, I'm plagued with so many woes!
Thank you, Father.
What goes, "99, thump"?
- I don't know. What? - A centipede with a wooden leg!
Happy birthday.
Sorry I haven't got any wrapping paper.
They're my niece's, she's outgrown them.
- Thank you, Miep. - Oh, look at her!
Sweet 14 and never been kissed.
It's 16, stupid.
It wasn't for me!
I feel like I'm on stilts,
but I'll practise and practise until I get used to them.
What's happening to me is so wonderful,
and I don't just mean the changes on the outside of my body,
but the inside too.
Whenever I have my period,
I've had it three times now.
I feel that despite all the pain and mess,
I'm carrying around a sweet secret
Sometimes, at night
I have a terrible urge to...
touch my body
I can't tell anyone
not even Margot.
- Sorry. - It's all yours.
Parents are so peculiar about sex, aren't they
And Margot won't tell me anything
Shoulders back.
It was Jacqueline who told me that babies
don't come out of their mother's tummies.
She said, "Where the ingredients go in,
"that's where the finished product comes out."
Once, I tried to feel her breast
but she wouldn't let me.
Look how you've grown, that's three inches in this last year!
- We can't wear these skirts, Mother. - It was very kind of Bep.
- They're hideous. - They're not that bad.
- They look like potato sacks! - She used up all her clothing coupons.
Everything's wearing out.
Mother's corset's snapped, things get broken and we can't replace them.
And the Van Daans' money is running out.
- Give that back! - You're not selling it!
- Give that back! - Over my dead body!
Why can't the firm pay for us? It pays for the Franks!
It's his business, you stupid cow! Give me that coat!
- What about his bicycle? - No, Mother!
- What use is it to you here? - I need it.
Where exactly are you planning to go?
When the war is over... It's never going to be over!
We're going to be shot like rats by the Nazis,
blown to bits while we're locked up here like lepers.
Why didn't you get us out before it was too late?
- We could've gone to America. - Shut up!
- What are you grinning at? - I'm not.
- Staring at us, sniggering at us. - I'm not!
Why can't you stay in your own bloody room?
She's just a fat, red-faced fishwife
Added to that she's exceedingly pushy, egotistical,
cunning, calculating,
manipulative, grasping, vain and coquettish.
If only I could dump her in a bucket of water and put her in the coal shed!
Aren't parents awful?
Don't you mind it when they're horrible to you?
- I probably deserve it. - No, you don't!
You should stand up to them.
- They've always been like this. - You're too nice, that's your problem.
Until recently.
I'm sorry I teased you.
- It's all right. - When I called you a dimwit...
You're not. You just take your time.
I think that underneath it, you're a really deep thinker.
Trouble is, I babble away and then I could hit myself afterwards.
Nobody really understands me, but then
I don't really understand myself.
- I feel so lonely sometimes. - You?
Haven't you noticed?
Most of these potatoes are...
My parents are just as bad.
They treat me like a baby.
Even Father does, and I love him to bits.
And he's always siding with Margot.
Everybody loves Margot.
Well, of course, I do, too.
She's so beautiful, isn't she?
Don't you think?
- I hadn't really thought about it. - That true?
Next time you go to get the potatoes, can I come too?
Down to the warehouse?
Won't you be scared?
Not with you.
- I need a bra now. - I don't think so.
- Can I have one of yours? - I've only got two.
You said they've got too small. But I haven't got anything else.
Please!
Really?
You like Peter, don't you?
Of course.
- How much do you like him? - More than you do, that's for sure.
I wish you wouldn't snap at him, Anne.
I know he's not very bright,
but he does have feelings.
You all right?
For months now, I haven't been allowed down here
Father says it's got too dangerous.
It feels so strange to get this close to the outside world.
You're so brave, coming down here.
It's my job.
And I have to bolt the doors each night and unbolt them again every morning.
Sometimes, when it's quiet
I can hear the warehousemen laughing.
They used to be my friends.
They used to give me sweets.
He always follows me down.
He loves you, that's why.
Go!
Peter and I have been coming to the attic more and more, lately
I think I'm falling in love with him,
but I don't know if he feels the same way about me
He's so shy.
I think they're playing just for us, don't you?
Sometimes I feel like a bird whose wings have been ripped off.
I want to dance and whistle, I want to look at the world
and feel young and free and not worry whether or not I'm Jewish.
I just want to have some fun!
Everyone's always getting at me.
If I talk, I'm showing off.
If I don't talk I'm rude, if I'm tired, I'm lazy.
Grown-ups are always like that.
We're going to be different, aren't we?
I want to move to the East Indies and live on a rubber plantation.
I'm going to be a dancer or famous movie star, I can't decide which.
It's all right, we've got a chaperone.
Have you two got my cushion?
I'm sorry, Mr Dussel, it was the only one we could find.
- It'll be covered in fleas. - The cat didn't sit on it.
Can I have nothing to myself in this place?
What a fusspot!
Let's give him a real surprise.
What?
Come on! Get something!
No, silly! He'll see.
What are you two laughing about?
I'm doing my best not to chase after him all the time,
and to talk to him as little as possible,
but it's not easy.
What was that?
What's happened?
The front door was still bolted this morning.
I had to break a window to get in.
You stupid idiot!
Now the air-raid warden'll think there's been a burglary and call the police.
The police?
You're getting very careless nowadays.
One little job, and you can't even bloody do that!
Poor Peter, it gets worse and worse
Mouschi's disappeared.
No-one's seen him since yesterday.
It's not your fault.
I'm useless, I'm stupid, I'm no good at anything.
That's not true.
You're quite good at geography.
And now I've lost my cat!
You've got me.
Have you ever...
kissed anybody?
No-one?
- Only Mother and... - I mean, a girl.
It's so crazy
I'm half mad with desire for him, and yet...
I don't know
Is he the right one?
I don't know.
- Off to the attic again? - I'm lending Peter The Forsythe Saga.
Getting a lot of reading done up there, are you?
Haven't you noticed?
This is the BBC Home and Forces Programme.
Here is the news, some of the best news of the war so far.
John Snagg will read it to you.
The Italian armed forces have surrendered unconditionally
and an armistice has been granted.
Where's Anne and Peter? They should be hearing this.
This news has been given by General Eisenhower
in a broadcast from Algiers at 5.30 this afternoon...
So I'm not Miss Quack Quack any more?
I'm sorry I teased you.
You thought I was a little pest, didn't you?
I used to be the class clown, but I'm a different Anne now.
- I like it when you smile. - Why?
Because you've got dimples on your cheeks.
I was born with them.
It's the only mark of beauty I possess.
What? That's not true!
I know I'm not beautiful.
I never have been and I never shall be.
I think you're very pretty.
You're my El Dorado.
That's a place, silly! You can't call a person that.
Only joking.
- Goodnight, my dear. - Goodnight, Mother.
- Please be careful, my love. - About what?
Peter's a very sensitive child.
And I'm not?
I just mean, he is rather young for his age.
In many ways, rather younger than you.
And he hasn't had your...
advantages.
You know...
- You know you can be rather demanding. - Demanding?
Enthusiastic.
I mean you pick things up and then you suddenly get bored of them.
Is that all you can say, Mother? Can't you be happy for me?
Of course I am! I just...
don't want him to be hurt.
You can be rather hurtful, you know.
Seems like you care more about his feelings than mine.
That's not true.
I want you to be happy, more than anything in the world.
Doesn't sound like it.
I just don't want you to grow up too fast.
Girls do nowadays. Haven't you noticed? We're not going to be the same as you.
We're going to live our own lives, travel and have careers and...
And we're going to make a better job of it than you grown-ups did.
- Do you want to come into our room? - I'm all right.
Really?
Night night.
Tell me honestly, do you mind?
Of course not!
I mean, you're nearer his age.
I've never thought of him like that.
I just wish you'd told me.
We used to tell each other everything.
You could always come and join us up in the attic.
- You'd be very welcome. - Don't be silly!
Night, Anne.
I wish I could get away from our parents.
Do you think they've got bases on the coast?
I suppose sometimes they must put petrol in and think it's full.
It's getting cold up here
And so boring
We've been shut up together so long that everyone knows
what everyone else is going to say,
the punch line of every joke, the end of every story
We're driving each other crazy.
That is the stupidest comment I've ever heard.
Why aren't the British carrying out any bombing raids today?
Because the weather's bad.
But it was nice yesterday and they weren't flying then, either.
Shut up!
- Can't a person talk? - Not in your case.
Mr Frank always answers his wife.
- She doesn't talk such rubbish. - I'm only trying to make conversation.
And when she does talk, it's usually something pleasant or useful.
Every day our helpers arrive, with the wind on their clothes
and the fresh air on their cheeks, bringing us our freedom
On Saturday, Miep's laden like a pack mule with our library books
Food comes in cycles.
Just now it's cabbage. Cabbage with sand, cabbage without sand,
cabbage with mashed potatoes, cabbage and mashed potato casserole
But I don't mind.
All I think about is when I can be alone again with Peter.
Annelies, dear, you're getting very behind in your studies.
You don't want to find yourself in the lower class
when you go back to school, do you?
What is our motto?
Work and hope.
Your mother and I...
are getting a little concerned about you.
She doesn't understand!
Why can't you be nicer to her?
You make her very unhappy.
Do you...
love this boy?
Do you think it's wrong?
But when you're living so close together, as we do,
you have to be careful.
Outside, things are quite different.
You can see other girls and boys,
you can take part in sports and other activities.
But here, we're together every moment of the day,
if you want to get away from someone, you can't.
Things...
can get rather...
out of hand.
Time for your French.
I've been thinking a lot about marriage lately.
Take my parents.
Their relationship is supposed to be ideal,
no cross words, perfect agreement.
But Father's not in love with Mother the way she's in love with him
He kisses her the way he kisses us
I'm not going to have a marriage like that
"Dear Pim, if only you knew how unhappy and lonely I've been
"this last year and a half,
"with everybody criticising me for everything I do..."
Somebody's tried to assassinate Hitler. Come and listen to the wireless!
In a moment.
"Nobody, not even you, understands how I'm growing up.
"I need to be free and now,
after a long struggle, the battle's over.
"I don't need you, or my mother, any more.
"I don't want to live by your example.
"I'm an independent person and I'll behave the way I want to.
"Nothing will keep me from going up to the attic.
"You'll either have to forbid it, or trust me.
"I'm not your little girl any more, so please leave me alone!"
Dinner's ready.
What's the matter, dear?
I'm just...
reading about Pip's death.
What, again?
I've received many letters in my lifetime.
But none as hurtful as this.
You've had so much love from us.
We've been always on your side,
however impossible you've been.
All this time,
I've encouraged you to be a writer,
so that...
you can write me this?
I can't help it!
I have to write what I feel!
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