The Diary of Anne Frank Page #2

Did you know that he went

to the same school that...?

It's comforting 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.

I read A Tale of Two Cities

through in that first day.

"It is a far, far

better thing I do...

... than I have ever done.

It is a far, far better

rest that I go to...

... than I

have ever known.

The end. "

It was the saddest

book I ever read.

It is us, Miep and Kraler.

Good evening, Mr. Kraler.

Good evening, Miep.

Good evening, Annele.

- Oh, Mr. Frank.

- Yes?

- This is the box you asked for.

- Thanks.

Oh, my dear friends, you

were all 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.

Wish they could

hear that at school.

Mouschi! Mouschi!

Peter! Peter.

Mouschi.

Annele! Annie!

- Annele!

- Peter, I'm warning you.

Please, quiet.

Margot. Margot!

- What are these?

- You don't have to whisper now.

- There you are.

- He's such a nice cat.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Annele.

There's a box there.

Will you open it, please?

Know how I'm going

to think of it here?

As a boarding house, a very

peculiar boarding house.

Father, my film stars!

I was wondering

where they were.

And Queen Wilhelmina.

How wonderful.

There's something more.

Go on, look further.

A diary.

I've never had a diary.

And I've always

wanted one.

A pencil? I'm going

downstairs to get a pencil.

- Anne, no!

- There's nobody down there.

Doesn't matter. Don't

go beyond that door.

- Never?

- Never. I'm sorry, Anne, it isn't safe.

- I see. Lt'll be

hard, I know that.

But always remember 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 instance...

...remember that battle with

your mother about overshoes?

You said you'd rather die

than wear overshoes. Remember?

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

practice it. 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, neither

I, nor for that matter anyone else...

... will be interested in the

unbosomings of a 13-year-old schoolgirl.

Still, what

does that matter?

I want to write,

but more than that...

... I want to bring out

all kinds of things...

... that lie buried

deep in my heart.

First of all, I expect

I should be describing...

... what it's like

to go into hiding.

But I don 't really

know yet myself.

I only know it's funny never

to be able to go outdoors.

Never to breathe

fresh air.

Never to run and

shout and jump.

Wednesday, the 23rd

of September, 1942.

The news of

the war is good.

Stalingrad is

still holding out.

The Russian offensive

continues in the Moscow area.

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

- Whee!

- Anne!

- I'm first for the W.C.

- Six o'clock, Margot. School is over.

- Where are my shoes?

- Have you seen my shoes?

- What shoes?

- You're gonna be sorry.

- I am?

- Annie, dear.

- Wait till I get you.

I'm waiting.

Stop! Peter!

- Annie! Peter!

Peter, where are you going?

- Gonna give Mouschi his dinner.

Peter! Annie, dear...

...you shouldn't play like that

with Pete. That's not dignified.

Who wants to be dignified?

I don't wanna be dignified!

You complain I don't treat you like a

grownup, 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.

And what about Miep?

She's usually so prompt.

- Margot, come and dance with me.

- 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.

- Where is Peter? Where

would he be? With his cat.

He hasn't finished

his lessons, has he?

Peter.

- Peter!

- What is it?

Your mother

says to come out.

I'm giving

Mouschi his dinner.

You know what your father says

about wasting time with that cat.

- I haven't looked at him since lunch.

- I'm only telling you.

I'll feed him.

- You stay out of here. And I mean out.

Is that any way for you to

talk to your little girlfriend?

Mother, I asked you...

...would you please not say that?

- Look, he's blushing.

- He's blushing.

- Please, I'm not, but...

- Leave me alone.

- Like it's something to be ashamed of.

Nothing to be ashamed

of to have a girlfriend.

That's crazy.

She's only 13.

So what? You're 16.

It's just perfect.

Your father's 10 years older

than me. Mr. Frank, I warn you...

...if this war lasts much

longer, we're gonna be related.

- Mazel tov.

- I haven't seen my cat since lunch.

I'm giving Mouschi his

dinner. My little Mouschi.

I couldn't live without

my precious Mouschi.

You wonderful cat, you.

All right, Miss

Quack-Quack. - What's that?

- Miss

Quack-Quack! - You!

You talk so much they

call you Miss Quack-Quack.

You're the most

intolerable boy I ever met!

Quack, quack, quack!

- Quack!

- Ooh!

Anne, dear, you're hot.

- You're warm. Are you all right?

- Mother, please.

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

- No.

You know we can't call

a doctor here, ever.

There's only one thing

to do, watch carefully.

Prevent an illness before it

comes. Let me see your tongue.

- Mother, this is perfectly absurd.

- Anne, dear, don't be such a baby.

Let me see your tongue.

Otto.

Anne, you hear your

mother, don't you?

Come on, open up.

Quack.

Annie.

- Otto.

- Anne.

You're all right.

I think there's nothing the matter

with our Anne that a ride on her bike...

...or a visit with her friend

Sanne de Vries wouldn't cure.

Isn't that so, Anne?

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.

- She'll come.

I wish she'd get here.

I'm going crazy

without cigarettes.

Anne, you got "excellent"

in your history paper...

...and "very good" in Latin.

- Yes, but how about algebra?

Well, I have a

confession to make.

Up until now, I managed to

stay ahead of you in algebra.

Today, you caught up with me.

We'll leave it to Margot to correct.

- Isn't algebra vile, Father?

- Vile.

- How did I do?

- Excellent, of course.

Anne, please.

Your French composition today,

Margot, was just wonderful.

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