The Diary of Anne Frank Page #9

think of what is happening outside.

I feel that

spring is coming.

I feel it in my

whole body and soul.

I'm utterly confused.

I'm longing...

... so longing

for everything.

Otto! Otto, quick!

He's stealing the food! Mr.

Van Daan has been stealing!

What is it? Mr.

Van Daan! Let me...!

What happened?

Mr. Van Daan.

Look, the bread!

Dirty thief! You good-for-nothing!

Mr. Dussel! Help me, Peter!

Let him go.

Peter, help me!

Let him go.

Let him go!

Putti, what is it?

He was stealing the bread!

It was you.

And all the time we

thought it was the rats.

Mr. Van Daan,

how could you?

- I'm hungry.

- We're all of us hungry.

I see the children getting

thinner and thinner.

Your own son, I've heard him

moan in his sleep, he's so hungry.

And you come down in the night and steal

food that should go to the children!

He needs more food than the rest of

us. He's used to more. He's a big man.

And you!

You're worse than he

is! You're a mother!

And yet you sacrifice your

son to this man! This...

Edith.

Don't think I haven't seen you. Always

saving the choicest bits for him.

I've watched you day after

day, and I've held my tongue.

But not any longer.

Not after this!

Now, I want him to go. I

want him to get out of here!

Edith.

Get out of here?

What do you mean?

- Just that.

- Take your things and get out!

- You're speaking in anger.

- You can't mean it.

- I mean exactly that.

For two years, we have

lived here side by side.

We've respected

each other's rights.

We have managed to live in peace.

Are we now going to throw it all away?

Mr. Van Daan, I know this is

never going to happen again, is it?

- No, no.

- He steals once, he'll steal again.

I want them to

leave. You go now!

Mother...

...you're not putting Peter

out. Peter hasn't done anything.

I don't mean Peter.

Peter can stay.

I have to go if he

goes. He's my father.

He's no father

to you, that man.

He doesn't know what

it is to be a father!

I wouldn't feel

right. I couldn't stay.

Very well, then.

Peter. No.

Mrs. Frank, you would

put us out on the street?

You can find

another hiding place.

Where would we

even find a cellar?

A closet?

Mr. Frank...

...you told Putti...

...you would never forget what he did

for you when you first came to Holland.

That you'd never

be able to repay...

If my husband had any obligations

to you, he has paid it.

Edith, I don't know you.

I've never seen you like this.

I should have

spoken out long ago.

You can't be nice

to some people.

There would be plenty

if you hadn't come.

No, Mrs. Van Daan. Please!

We don't need the

Nazis to destroy us.

We're destroying

ourselves.

Mother...

...please don't send them away.

It's daylight and they'll be caught.

They're not going now. They'll stay

until Miep finds them a place to hide.

Mrs. Frank, Mr.

Frank, Margot.

No, no. We haven't sunk so low

that we're going to fight...

...amongst

ourselves over food.

That's Anne...

...Mrs. Van Daan,

Mr. Van Daan.

- See what he's doing?

- "I'm standing by...

...to bring news of the invasion. For

those who haven't heard, I'll repeat.

The landings began this morning on

Normandy. " It's started! Listen!

D:

- day has come. During the night and early hours of this morning...

- ... an immense armada of 4000 ships...

- Listen!

Peter and myself.

- Keeping the big ones for yourself.

- No.

- Yes. All the big ones. Look at its size.

- That's mine.

- Look at that one.

That's Mr. Van Daan's.

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop counting potatoes!

- Mr. Frank! Mrs. Frank!

- Mr. Dussel, I beg of you...

...don't let her see a thing like this.

- This is Mrs. Frank!

The invasion has begun!

It's the most wonderful

news! The invasion has begun!

Only preliminary

reports have...

Did you hear? They have landed on

the coast of France! In Normandy!

- The British, the

Americans! They're all in it!

Dutch, French, Poles,

Norwegians, everyone!

- D-day they

call it. - D-day!

It's me, Kraler!

- It cannot be Mr. Kraler!

But it is Mr. Kraler.

Did you hear? Oh, God!

Isn't it wonderful? When

the nurse told me the news...

...I said, "There's only one

place to be, with my friends."

Shh. Shh.

Quick, before

the workmen come.

- I'll be up later.

- Goodbye, my dear friends.

Goodbye, Mr. Kraler.

Thank you, Miep.

Putti, what is

it? What happened?

I'm so ashamed!

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Putti, don't.

Mr. Van Daan.

Didn't you hear? We are

going to be liberated.

This is a time

to celebrate.

To steal bread

from children!

Oh, darling, things

that we're ashamed of.

Look at the way I treated

Mother, so mean and hard to her.

- No, Anne. No. Oh, I

was, Mother. I was awful.

Not like me.

No one is as bad as me!

Stop it! Let's be happy!

Edith.

When I think of the

terrible things I said...

No, no. You were right.

That I should speak

that way to you.

Our friends, our guests!

Stop it! You're spoiling

the whole invasion!

Almighty God, our sons,

pride of our nation...

... this day have set

upon a mighty endeavor.

Lift up your heart. Out of the

depths of sorrow and of sacrifice...

... we'll be born again,

the glory of mankind.

We are all in much

better spirits these days.

There is still excellent

news of the invasion...

... and the best part about it is that

I have a feeling that friends are coming.

Our beloved queen spoke.

She used words like "soon"...

..."when I am back,"

"speedy liberation."

Who knows?

I may be back in

school by fall.

Wednesday, the

2nd of July, 1944.

The invasion seems

temporarily bogged down.

Mr. Kraler is back

in the hospital.

He has to have

an operation.

It seems D-day was

too much for him.

Thank you.

Ha, ha. The joke is on us.

Miep says the warehouse

man doesn 't know a thing...

... and we're paying

him all that money.

Our dear vegetable man is on

his way to a concentration camp.

He was picked up today for

hiding two Jews in his house.

There's not much.

It was Mr. Hauk, our

greengrocer, they arrested.

The other news is, the Gestapo have

found our typewriter that was stolen.

No!

They'll trace it back and

back until it gets to us.

You watch, you!

Everyone is low.

Even Father can 't

raise their spirits.

I have often been downcast

myself, but never in despair.

I can shake off everything

if I write, but...

... and that is the great question,

will I ever be able to write well?

I want to so much.

I want to go on living

even after my death.

There it goes again.

Mr. Frank, do you hear?

Yes, I hear.

This is the third time.

Third time in

quick successions.

It's a signal.

I tell you, it's

Miep, trying to get us.

For some reason, she can't get to us.

She's trying to warn us of something.

- Please, Mr. Dussel. Please.

- You're wasting your breath.

Something's

happened, Mr. Frank.

It's been three days now that

Miep hasn't been to see us.

And today, not a

man has come to work.

There hasn't been a

sound in the building.

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