The Diary of Anne Frank Page #7

- We filled her full of every kind of pill...

...so she won't cough

and make a noise.

Look what Miep

has brought us.

A cake!

Ooh.

- A cake.

- Well.

I'll get some plates.

- Thank you, Miep.

- Thank you.

You must have used all of

your sugar rations for weeks.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

It's ages since I've

even seen a cake.

Not since you brought the

one last year. Remember?

It had "Peace in

1943" written on it.

"Peace in 1944."

Peace has to come

sometime, you know.

Here you are, liefje.

Now...

...how many of us are

there? None for me.

- Oh, you must.

- Please, Miep.

Good. That leaves

one, two, three...

- Seven of us.

- Eight.

The same as it always is.

I left Margot out. I take it

for granted Margot won't eat.

- Why wouldn't she?

- I think it won't harm her.

All right, all right. I just didn't want

her to start coughing again, that's all.

And please, Mrs. Frank

should cut the cake.

What do you mean?

Well, Mrs. Frank

divides things better.

- Just what are you trying to say?

- Forget it, we're wasting time.

Don't I always give

everybody exactly the same?

- Don't I?

- Forget it.

- No, I want an answer. Don't I?

- Yes, yes, yes.

Everybody gets

exactly the same...

...except Mr. Van Daan

gets a little bit more.

That's a lie! She

always cuts the same...

Mr. Van Daan, please.

You see, Miep, what a little sugar cake

does to us? It goes right to our heads.

- Here you are, Mrs. Frank.

- Thank you.

- You're sure you won't

have any? Very sure.

- Miep.

- No, thank you, really.

Cut the cake.

Thank you.

That's yours, Peter.

Maybe Mouschi went

back to our house.

You ever get over there?

Do you think that you could?

I'm afraid with him

gone a week, Peter...

Make up your mind. Already someone

has had a big nice meal from that cat.

- It's delicious, Miep.

- Delicious.

Well, I must run.

There's a party tonight.

How heavenly!

Remember what

everyone's wearing...

...and what you eat and

everything so you can tell us.

I'll give you

a full report.

- Goodbye, everyone.

Goodbye, Miep.

Just a minute. There's something

I'd like you to do for me.

Where are you going?

What are you going to do?

No. Don't you dare

take that coat.

- What is wrong? Father is

going to sell her fur coat.

- She's crazy about that old fur coat.

- It's mine, you hear me?

My father gave me that

coat. No! You have no right!

Is it possible

that anyone can...

...be silly enough to worry about

a fur coat at a time like this?

It's none of your

darn business.

- And if you say one

more thing... Peter.

Just...

...a little discussion on the

advisability of selling this coat.

As I have often

reminded Mrs. Van Daan...

...it's selfish of her to

keep it when people outside...

...are in desperate

need of clothing.

So if you please,

sell it for us?

It should fetch a good

price. And by the way...

...would you get me cigarettes? I

don't care what kind, get all you can.

It is very difficult to get

them, Mr. Van Daan, but I'll try.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Mr. Frank, could

I talk to you?

Something's happened, hasn't

it, Mr. Kraler? What's happened?

If it is something that concerns

us here, we'd better all hear it.

- The children...

- What they'd imagine...

...would be worse

than any reality.

It is a man in the

storeroom. His name is Karl.

You knew him. One day,

he came to the office.

He closed the

door and asked:

"What do you hear from

your friend Mr. Frank?"

I said there's a rumor

you were in Switzerland.

He said he had heard that rumor too,

but he thought I knew something more.

I did not pay much attention.

I tried to forget it.

And then yesterday, we were coming

out of the storeroom, out there.

I had started

down to the office.

I looked back.

He was standing,

staring at the bookcase.

He said, "I thought I

remembered a door up here.

Was not there a door

here leading to the loft?"

Then he asked me

for more money.

- 20 guilders more a week.

- Blackmail.

- 20 guilders? Very modest blackmail.

- That's just the beginning.

You know what I think?

He's the thief who was

down there that night.

That's how he

knows we're here.

How was it left?

What did you tell him?

I told him I had

to think about it.

What shall I do, pay him the money?

Take a chance on firing him, or what?

- I do not know.

- For heaven sakes, don't fire him.

Pay him what he asks.

Keep him here, where you

can keep your eye on him.

Is it much that he's asking?

What are they paying nowadays?

He could get it in a war plant.

But this is not a war plant.

Mind you, I do not

know if he knows or not.

Offer him half, then we'll soon

know if it is blackmail or not.

And if it is? We've

got to pay, haven't we?

- Whatever he asks, we've got to pay.

- Let us decide when the time comes.

This may be all my imagination.

You get to a point, these days...

...where you suspect

everyone and everything.

What does that mean, the

telephone ringing on a holiday?

That's my wife. I told her I had to

go over some papers in my office...

...to call me here when she

got out of church. Goodbye.

Happy New Year.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mr. Kraler.

I will offer him half,

then. Thank you, Mr. Kraler.

You can thank

your son for this.

Him and his damn cat!

That night, there.

I tell you, it's just

a question of time now.

Sometimes I wish the end

would come, whatever it is.

- Margot!

- At least we'd know where we were.

You should be ashamed of

yourself, talking that way.

Think how lucky we are.

Think of the thousands

dying in the war every day.

Think of the people

in concentration camps.

What's the good of that?

What's the good of thinking of

misery when you're already miserable?

That's stupid!

We're young, Margot

and Peter and I.

You grownups have

had your chance.

But look at us. If we begin thinking of

all the horror in the world, we're lost.

We're trying to hold on to some

kind of ideals when everything...

Ideals, hope, everything

is being destroyed.

It isn't our fault the

world is in such a mess.

- We weren't around when this started.

- You listen to me!

So don't try to

take it out on us!

She talks as if

we started the war.

Did we start the war?

- You left this.

- Thanks.

I thought you

were fine just now.

You know how to talk to them.

I can't think when I'm mad.

I say too much.

I hurt people's feelings.

I think you're just fine.

Thank you, Peter.

Dussel, what he said about Mouschi,

about somebody eating him...

...all I could think

is I wanted to hit him.

That's what I used

to do at school.

But here a fight starts,

I duck in my room.

You're lucky, having

a room to go to.

His Lordship is

always in mine.

When they start in on me,

I have to stand and take it.

You gave some of it

back to them just now.

I get so mad.

They've formed

their opinions...

...about everything.

But we're still

trying to find out.

We have problems here that no

other people our age have ever had.

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