The Diary of Anne Frank Page #4

- Where is it?

- Mr. Van Daan.

If they find us, they might as

well find the diary, the radio...

- Usually, I try to bring good news.

- Yes, I know.

But 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.

It is a terrible thing to ask

of you, living the way you are...

...but could you take him in?

- Well, of course we will.

- His name is Jan Dussel.

- Dussel. I think I know him.

I think it's fine to have him.

- Thank you.

But, Otto, where are we

going to put him? Where?

- There's so little food as it is...

- We can stretch the food a little.

He can have my bed.

- No, thank you.

Margot will move in with

us, and he can have her bed.

I'll get my things out.

Mr. Dussel.

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.

Mr. Dussel, 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.

- I know, I know.

"Nobody's going to tell us Dutchmen

what to do with our damn Jews."

We'll be up tomorrow, see if

they're treating you right.

Goodbye. Goodbye,

Mr. Kraler.

Goodbye, Mr. Dussel.

Goodbye, Miep.

- Welcome, Mr. Dussel.

- Thank you.

This is my wife, Edith. Mr. And

Mrs. Van Daan. Their son, Peter.

My daughters,

Margot and Anne.

Hello, Anne.

- How do you do?

- Margot.

- How do you do?

Please, Mr.

Dussel, sit down.

Thank you.

I'm dreaming, I know it.

Mr. Otto Frank here.

You're not in Switzerland, then?

Someone said that you had escaped.

- 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 realize

what's happening outside...

...that you should warn

me of a thing like that.

You don't realize what's going

on, right here in Amsterdam.

Every day, hundreds

of Jews disappear.

They surround the block.

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.

Oh, no.

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, they come

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?

They're gone.

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.

Gone?

Yes, with all the others.

Oh, no.

People named Meyerberg,

they lived near us.

- Do you know...?

- We should put this off.

I'm sure Mr. Dussel

would like to get settled.

Would you take Mr.

Dussel to his room now?

If you'll come

with me, Mr. Dussel.

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.

Good night.

- Say good night!

- Good night, Mother.

Good night, Mr.

Frank. Good night.

Do you have any

children, Mr. Dussel?

No, I never married.

- Have you no family

at all? No one.

How dreadful.

You must be

terribly lonely.

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 furbearing animals.

- Gives me asthma.

- Oh, dear.

What?

Peter has a cat.

- He has? He has it here?

- Yes.

We hardly ever see it.

- He keeps it in his room all the time.

- Yeah.

- I'm sure it'll be all right.

- Well, I hope so. Yes.

I hope I won't be too much of

a bother to you, Mr. Dussel.

No.

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.

Good night.

I'll be back.

Good night, Mr. Dussel.

Be careful.

Sanne.

Sanne?

Sanne!

Save me! Save me! No, no!

- No! Don't take

me! Stop it! Stop it!

Save me.

Hush, Annie, 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 our lives.

Mr. Dussel, after all, Anne is not

exactly a trained frontline soldier.

Please, Mr. Dussel,

go back to bed.

She'll be herself in a minute

or two, won't you, Annie?

Go back to bed. Hmph.

Excuse me. I'm going to the W.C.,

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.

Good night...

You'll be all right?

There's nothing

that you want?

Will you please

ask Father to come?

Yes, of course,

Anne, dear.

She asked for you.

- Edith... 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.

They broke down the door and tried to

drag me out, the way they did Sanne.

Anne.

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.

So...

- Do you want me to read to you?

- No, just sit with me for a minute.

Was I awful?

- Do you think anyone outside 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.

- Annele.

Annele. 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.

Your love.

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.

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