The Diary of Anne Frank Page #3

- Mrs. Van Daan, may I try it on?

- No, Annie.

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?

Annie, that's a

personal question.

It's not courteous to

ask personal questions.

I don't mind.

Anneke, our house was

always swarming with boys.

- When I was a young girl...

- Oh, no, not again.

Shut up!

One summer, we had a

big house in Hilversum.

The boys...

The boys would come buzzing

around like bees around a jam pot.

When I was 17...

Well, we were wearing short skirts

then, 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 sakes.

- Oh, I embarrass you too, do I?

Let me tell you something. I only

hope the girl you marry has as good.

Anneke, my father used to worry

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 with her.

Don't you know she

puts it in her diary?

So what if she does? I'm

only telling the truth.

Haven't you finished?

- No.

- Oh, the thinker.

Leave him alone.

- I'm a dunce. A hopeless

case. Don't talk like that.

It's just you haven't

got anyone to help you...

...like Father

helps Anne and me.

But if l... Well,

if we could help...

What about it, Peter? Would

you like to study with us?

Shall we make our

school coeducational?

Thanks, yes.

Mr. Frank. Yes?

You are an angel,

an absolute angel.

Why didn't I meet you

before I met that one there?

I think it might be better if you

went into your room, Peter, to work.

Excuse me.

Peter, you listen to Mr. Frank.

Mr. Frank is a highly educated man.

It's after 8:
00.

Where are they?

- At least one of them should've come.

- They'll come. Don't worry.

Don't tell me. I know

something's wrong.

Isn't it bad enough here

without you sprawling all over?

If you didn't smoke, you

wouldn't be so irritable.

- Am I smoking?

- You already smoked all the cigarettes.

- Miep only brought me one package.

- It's a filthy habit...

...and this is a good time to

break it. Oh, stop it. Please.

You're smoking

up all our money.

Will you shut up?!

And what are

you staring at?

I never heard grownups quarrel like that

before. I thought only children quarreled.

This isn't a quarrel, it's a discussion.

I never heard children so rude before.

- I, rude?

- Yes!

- Annie, drink your milk.

- You've been spoiled.

What you need is

a good spanking.

Remember, Mr.

So-and-So, I am a lady.

You're the most aggravating...

Why aren't you nice and quiet...

...like your sister, Margot?

Why do you show off all the time?

Let me give you

a little advice.

Men don't like that in

a girl. Do you know that?

A man likes a girl

who'll listen to him.

A girl who cooks

and sews and cleans.

I'd cut my throat

first. I'd open my veins.

I am going to

be remarkable.

I'm going to Paris...

...to study music and art.

- Yeah, yeah.

I'm going to be an actress

or a writer or a dancer.

- Look what you

did. I'm sorry.

You clumsy little fool!

- My father gave me this coat!

- I'm so sorry.

All ruined, and what do

you care? You ruined it!

I could kill you! I

could just kill you!

Petronella.

Petronella, it's only

a coat. 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 arguments with them.

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, Annie.

If I had ever talked to my

mother as you talk to me...

Things have changed, Mother.

People aren't like that anymore.

"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...

"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

Annie, she flies at me.

You know Anne. In a half an hour,

she'll be laughing and joking.

And them.

I told your father it wouldn't

work with two families.

But no, no, he

had to ask them.

Shh.

Every time I hear that

sound, my heart stops.

It's Miep. Father.

Yes? It's Miep.

- Here's your

list. Thank you.

Is it Miep?

- Yes.

- At last, I'll have some cigarettes.

- Miep's here.

I can't tell you how

sorry I am about the coat.

Don't worry.

- Hello.

- Miep.

Mr. Kraler.

When Mr. Kraler comes,

the sun begins to shine.

- Dirk has had to leave.

- Dirk is Miep's fianc.

He had to go into hiding in the

country to escape a labor call-up...

...but he has let me

have the radio for you.

- He shouldn't have.

- It was too dangerous.

Look!

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...

And we listen to

the BBC for hope.

... ceaseless attacks by land and

air forces are now in full retreat.

The 8th army

continues to advance.

It's good.

All right, Peter. Now, let's see what

they have to say about the Nazis, huh?

Berlin.

Must we listen?

All right, Peter,

that's enough.

The Green Police,

they've found us.

Hmm.

Hm.

Hm?

Hm.

This way, Mr. Dussel.

It's Kraler. And Miep.

Please open. Bless

them. They're here.

Kraler? And Miep,

yes. Open, please.

- Well, we had a visitor last night.

- We had a visitor last night.

- Yes, yes.

- A thief.

- It was a thief?

- Did you hear him?

- Yes.

- He was right under you.

In the office

right under here.

We did not know. We

thought it was the police.

- Are you sure, Miep?

- You were, of course, quiet?

We didn't move. We

hardly breathed all night.

- That is good. It was close.

- Too close.

He went through everything,

the desk and the files.

And he found the safe, but

he could not get it open.

He's looking for our ration

card supply from the underground.

- Somebody knows.

- They are in that safe.

They'll come back. You should get

rid of that safe. Get it out of here.

Yes, put a sign

on the door:

"Burglars do not come

back. The safe is gone."

- Jokes, yeah.

- Mr. Frank, I must talk to you.

- Of course.

- Maybe we should get rid of the radio.

Put it in the stove. Burn it. If

the Green Police found that radio...

Then they'd find her

diary. We'll burn that too.

Not my diary. My diary

goes, I go with it.

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