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(water splashing)

(slow contemplative music)

I asked Peter whether I should tell father.

Well?

I'm going to.

If you were older and he proposed,

what would your answer be?

Honestly?

Yes, of course.

I don't think I could marry him.

What, why not?

He doesn't have enough character yet.

But Anna you do kiss him.

Yes.

Letting go is hard, too.

Hi, Peter.

Did you learn your Latin?

When we're alone, we tell each other a lot.

I'll do it now.

I know what you mean but

I want him to understand me completely.

Children.

I really like him.

We can talk about anything.

And then there's our physical love.

Anne.

It's beautiful, Margot.

You've shared something.

You've given something and received something,

and whether or not you have a baby,

or your honor is gone, it's unimportant.

You scare me, you're 14, Anne.

But I don't feel that way.

Yes?

It's time, switch off the light, Anne.

Mm-hmm.

(soft contemplative music)

You're still here.

Did you find out anything?

The lists, did you get to see them?

Yes.

The girls,

the girls are dead.

(footsteps walking)

I'm here again.

Who'd have thought it?

(melancholy music)

The pages were scattered all over the place.

The police had simply thrown them on the floor.

I don't know whether it's complete.

It was all written by Anne.

I've not found anything by Margot.

Now that Anne isn't coming back,

I kept it for you.

You can stay with us.

My husband, Jan and I,

we have a room which we barely use.

Thank you but, I can't accept.

Yes, you can.

Yes.

(melancholy music)

Margot!

(seabirds chirp)

Come on!

(waves splashing)

(melancholy music)

(footsteps)

(bookcase scraping)

(dog barks in distance)

A few days ago father started talking

about going into hiding.

He said that it would be very hard for us

to live completely cut off from the rest of the world.

(slow sustained music)

The Secret Annex is an ideal hiding place,

even though it's damp and a little lopsided.

There's probably no more comfortable a hiding place

in Amsterdam, no, in all of Holland.

(melancholy violin music)

Until now, our bedroom, with its blank walls,

was very bare.

Thanks to father, who brought my entire

postcard collection and a brush and some glue,

I've been able to cover the walls

and turn the entire room into a single picture.

It looks much more cheerful now.

You wanna paste that one there?

Yes (giggles).

That one is so beautiful.

That one is so beautiful.

Mr. Frank?

Please, just a little longer.

(door opens)

Hello?

Hello.

Are you the policeman, Silberbauer?

Yes.

[Mrs. Silberbauer] Who is it?

The name is Huf.

I work for Dutch newspaper, Hansapost.

Are you still a policeman?

Did Wiesenthal send you?

I want to talk about Amsterdam, 1944.

There's a small remuneration.

Yes, well?

May I sit down?

[Mrs. Silberbauer] Please.

[Mr. Silberbauer} Certainly.

August, 1944, the arrest of the Frank family

on Prinsengracht, did you head up that operation?

Were you in command?

(clock chimes)

Yes.

Yes, that's the young girl who is said

to have written that book.

Who tipped you off?

Tipped us off?

It was common knowledge that there were Jews hiding there.

Did you find a diary?

What?

I was there to arrest those Jews.

We'd reckoned on two or three,

but it turned out there were eight.

I even had to call for another van.

So, no diary.

No.

Lots of paper.

All their personal belongings

were strewn throughout the rooms.

Yes, papers, books.

I arrested them.

Do you understand?

I arrested them.

Who would take any interest in all that baggage?

Many people.

Who, I'm asking you?

(slow contemplative music)

(sighs)

(papers rustle)

Dearest Kitty,

keeping a diary in this way is much nicer,

and I can't wait for the moment

when I have time to write in you.

Oh, I'm so glad that I've brought you along.

I want to tell you something about my class and my school.

Let me start with a few of my classmates.

Rob Cohen was in love with me,

but now I can't stand him anymore.

He's a hypocrite, false, a winch, crazy,

generally unpleasant, and thinks he's really something.

Sallie Springer has a dirty mind,

and rumor has it that he's done it.

Even so, I like him a lot because he's very funny.

[Female Translator] She was full of life.

She was always talking and liked to be noticed.

She liked the boys,

and always wanted the boys to like her.

(children shouting in distance)

During the last years, she always had a boyfriend,

but she had many girlfriends, too.

She didn't only focus on the boys.

It was all far more harmless than it is today.

When I was very small, still attending kindergarten,

Sally Kimmel had caught my eye.

One of his cousins, Abby, was a handsome, lean,

dark-haired boy who got more admiration

than the small, humorous, tubby Sally.

Sal was the round, good-natured one and

I was the, how should I say that?

The handsome one?

The handsome one, but nevertheless,

she was in love with Sal.

To begin with, she was a girl.

I was a child still, too.

I played football and I didn't yet have any,

any hormonal urges,

but we spent a lot of time together.

A week ago, even a day ago,

then if you had asked me,

which of your acquaintances is most suitable to marry?

Then I'd have answered, Sally,

because with him I feel calm and safe.

We liked each other a lot,

but there wasn't, at least not for me,

anything erotic about it.

We never kissed or anything like that.

I was too young.

A 14-year-old girl is a lady,

and a 14-year-old boy is a child.

(contemplative music)

In May 1940, the good times were over.

German troops have now breached

the first lines of Dutch defense.

Dutch soldiers offered fierce resistance,

but ultimately they weren't able

to suppress the German onslaught.

(people chanting)

The misery for us Jews started.

Ahlers is the name, hello.

Hello.

You're quite a go-getter.

I take advantage

of my talents.

Please.

A letter has come to my attention.

In it a certain Jansen writes

that you don't think the Germans will win the war?

Jansen?

He left us a long time ago.

Did you have an affair with his wife?

That's rubbish.

I don't believe it either.

Don't get me wrong, Jansen writes

that kind of letter sometimes.

People who do that are shot nowadays.

Thankfully, you intercepted the letter.

Thank you.

I am,

I have 10 guilders here for you,

if you leave the letter with me.

By the way, thank you for protecting me

from the occupier's displeasure.

Oh, I don't need payment.

Maybe we could think about a joint business venture.

(phone rings)

All right.

Twenty.

(speaking foreign language)

My brother betrayed

everything that made him money.

He had a friend in the SD,

a German officer of a very high standing.

He betrayed all the Jews to him

and received money in return.

He also betrayed people he didn't like,

such as his sister.

He'd always been very dangerous.

Have a nice day.

(phone ringing)

One anti-Jewish law after another

came into force.

Jews are not allowed in theaters,

cinemas, or swimming pools.

We couldn't go anywhere anymore.

And then, Jews were no longer allowed to

use the trams, or go into shops.

You cycled to school with her, didn't you?

No, yes, when that was still allowed.

But, it was soon prohibited.

And so our lives continued.

And we weren't allowed to do this,

and we weren't allowed to do that.

(foreboding music)

Forbidden for Jews.

(Otto sniffling)

They're not coming back.

They're not coming back.

I know.

(suspenseful music)

Margot, I can't think.

What are you packing?

Take your schoolbooks, this may take awhile.

At what time is Hello coming?

3 o'clock.

If you know anything, tell me, please.

Where are we going?

I know nothing, no idea.

Don't open the door to Hello.

He mustn't know we're leaving.

All right.

What are you doing?

Memories are more valuable to me than clothes.

(doorbell rings)

There he is.

Don't make a sound.

(door closes)

Margot, Anne, are you expecting anybody?

Anne's admirer, Hello.

You're just jealous.

(doorbell rings)

Were you surprised when she was

no longer there?

No, I was,

most of the people I grew up with

were no longer there.

You live with it.

The fact that people disappear.

Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

Pack your things, Anne.

At the beginning of July,

I went to the house to play with Anne.

I rang the doorbell twice but nobody opened.

Where could they be?

When I rang a third time, Mr. Goldschmidt,

a Dutch Jew who rented part of the house

came down and told me that the Franks

had emigrated to Switzerland.

The diary wasn't there and I was curious to read it

because I knew that she had written about me.

I wanted to read it, but the diary wasn't there.

They called me up, by the way, not daddy.

(suspenseful music)

Margot?

Margot is 16 years old.

So they send such young girls away alone.

But fortunately, she's not going.

(building suspenseful music)

Mother said so herself.

And it must be what father meant

when he talked to me about hiding.

(bookcase scraping)

She was very upset, I saw it.

And when I was standing with her

in front of the hiding place,

I was afraid that she would be followed down.

And then, what could I do with her?

I opened the door and put her in.

(bookcase scraping)

(suspenseful music)

I'll come and see you later.

This way.

Wait for me.

Margot.

I'm so afraid.

How are we to live here?

Sit yourself down.

We'll manage.

Everything will turn out fine.

I'll help you later.

Oh, my Margot.

When I come there, it was terrible.

Nothing was okay,

and Mrs. Frank and Margot were sitting down on the bed.

They could not do anything.

They could not accept this situation.

It was hard for Anne's mother

to have to leave Germany, and the beautiful

house in which they lived in Frankfurt.

And she hadn't learned the language well.

Get some rest, get some rest, we'll manage.

Amsterdam was a place

of exile for her, absolutely.

She loved Frankfurt and Germany.

She was extremely homesick for Frankfurt.

(plane engine whirrs)

We can't use a hammer, can we?

Only during workers' break.

In the future, we have to be very quiet,

walk on socks, whisper, and talk less.

Our living room and other rooms

were so full of stuff, it was indescribable.

First the box.

But father and I, the two tidy ones

in the family, wanted to start right away.

(mid-tempo light string music)

I don't think I'll ever feel at home in this house,

but that's not to say that I find it unpleasant.

It's as if I'm on holiday in

a very strange guest house.

(mid-tempo hopeful music)

(pigeon cooing)

For someone like me, it's a very

strange feeling to keep a diary.

Not just because I've never written before,

but also because I don't think that anyone,

myself included, will ever be interested

in the outpourings of a 13-year-old.

I lived in Frankfurt until I was four years old.

Because we're Jews, my father moved us

to the Netherlands in 1933.

(men shouting)

It had to be.

There was no other choice.

I mean, when the SA marched past the house

chanting, "When Jewish blood spurts from the knife,

"things go twice as well,"

Otto knew that it was time to leave.

After weeks of fighting

between the allies and German troops,

Sevastopol in the Crimea has been

almost completely destroyed.

More than 10,000 Soviet soldiers

have perished in the fighting.

(utensils click against dishes)

I've prepared an education plan for you.

History from 9:30 until 10 o'clock,

English from 10:30 until 11:30.

But it's still holidays, daddy.

Yes.

Besides we don't have the new books yet.

(bookcase scraping)

(footsteps)

Hello.

Oh, Peter (sighs).

You're early.

I came ahead of the rest.
He's brought a cat.

That's unfair, I couldn't bring mine.

My fault again.

At 9:30 in the morning,

while we were still having breakfast,

Peter Van Pels arrived.

Mr. and Mrs. Van Pels came half an hour later.

My God, up here?

Frightening.

(laughs) My mother.

We thought they'd arrive on the 14th,

but the Germans were rounding up ever more people,

so they figured they'd rather be

a day early than a day late.

Welcome.

Things are being said about you.

Good morning.
One family

saw you cycling past at four in the morning.

(cat meows)

Someone else,
Good day.

was certain that you were loaded into

a military truck.
Hello.

Auguste, please calm down.

Your neighbor, Mr. Goldschmidt, found your address

and now everybody thinks you're in Switzerland.

(Otto laughs)

Can we get some fresh air in here?

No, unfortunately.

Ah, yes, I'll feel better in a minute.

Mom, no don't.

A potty?

No, no, no, not here.

Not on the table.

Oh, but...

(Anne giggles)

To our amusement,

Mrs. Van Pels had a chamber pot in her hatbox.

Without it, I never feel at home.

She explained.

And the pot was immediately given

its own place beneath the bed couch.

At night, this will be your domain.

Ah, we're to sleep in the kitchen.

Yes.

Ah, yes.

Wonderful.

Put it down there.

There's another toilet, isn't there?

Certainly, Miss Van Pels, certainly.

Although we do have to share it.

Very well.

Peter Van Pels is quite

a boring and shy beanpole, not yet 16.

And I don't expect much from his company.

He does a bit of woodwork and then he takes a nap again.

He's such an idiot.

For you.

What do you want to become later?

I'd like to teach.

Maybe I'll go to Palestine

to become an infant nurse.

Oh, nurse Margot, I need to do a wee.

Oh, too late!

(laughing)

No, I couldn't do that.

All those spoiled little brats, yech.

I'd rather go to London or Paris

to study a language or art history.

But you need money to do that.

(Peter clearing throat)

What are you giggling about?

I'm just reading about you.

That's not true at all,

what are you talking about?

(girls giggle)

Peter wait.

I have something for you.

Thank you.

You're wanted upstairs.

He could be a little more friendly, couldn't he?

Do you think that I'm very ugly?

You look funny, and have beautiful eyes.

(Anne and Margot giggle)

My little girl.

A special young lady, Anne.

(typewriter clicking)

I also want some time alone in the bathroom.

We should make a number of arrangements.

A regular, daily routine is important for us all.

We should all get up at 7 o'clock,

then who goes to the bathroom when?

Me.

Anne, you don't need the bathroom immediately.

You can use it in the evenings

when the workers have gone home, hmm?

Okay?

I'll make a rota, is that all right?

Then we can arrange who cooks when.

Have we made too many demands on you, Miss Van Pels?

Otto, I enjoy cooking but who knows

how long we'll be here.

I'd like to cook sometimes.

You'll natter and burn everything.

Anne.

That happened only once.

And we all know who natters the most.

Who is that Mrs. Van Pels?

When she's right, she's right.

If you were my daughter, I would punish you.

You're cooking next.

I can't wait to see what you manage.

Are the waiters going to cook now?

Let's make a plan instead of arguing.

And you're harmony personified.

(airplane engine whirrs)

I will do the washing up.

At least one of them is well brought up.

Thanks, Margot.
Bravo.

That's a good start.

Anne?

What are you going to do?

Shall I do the drying?

Clear the table?

No, I'd rather do the beds.

How about do it all?

Doing.

I could teach you proper Dutch,

how about that?
Anne.

Anne, are you trying to insult me?

I was just offering my help.

Rarely have I meet such a rude,

ill-mannered, and gossipy child.

Met.

I don't have to listen to this.

(Anne giggles)

Mom.

My hair.

Go to your room, Anne.

Excuse me.

As I said, we have to make a plan.

My God, all this soap.

Naturally, there were tensions.

Imagine your family in hiding with

another family for two years.

Of course, there are tensions.

Anne was more impudent, and would

dispute things her mother told her.

Anne knew, let me tell you this wonderful

line of my mother's.

The dear Lord knows everything,

but Anne knows everything better.

And that's how it was, with her mother, too.

She knew better how to raise children,

she knew everything better.

Dearest Kitty,

don't think that it's easy to be

the ill-mannered center of attention

in a family in hiding where everyone

minds the affairs of everyone else.

At night, when I think about all my sins

and supposed shortcomings I become

so confused by the large number of

things I have to work on,

that I either laugh or cry

depending on my state of mind.

What, for God's sake, are we

going to do with Anne Frank?

The newspapers report that my husband

is being criminally indicted.

Can you imagine what the people

in the neighborhood must think?

No one wants to indict your husband.

That's right.

Nobody's saying that I'm a criminal, he's right.

Stop talking nonsense, you're ruining everything.

When did you realize whom you had arrested?

Did you know the family?

I'll be honest with you.

I didn't buy the book until last week.

I wanted to know whether I'm in it, too.

But, it ends before the arrest.

Yeah, that's right.

[Mrs. Silberbauer] Would you like some more coffee?

Um, no, no thank you.

I found out from newspaper articles,

years after the war, that I was

the one who arrested her.

But, how can the girl claim

that all the Jews were gassed?

We didn't know that back then.

(bookcase scrapes floor)

See ya tomorrow.

Take care.

Shh.

The people in the neighborhood

don't look very attractive.

And the children are so dirty

that you wouldn't want to touch them with a stick.

Yesterday, as if it were a wonder of the world,

I saw two Jews through the curtain.

It was a very strange feeling.

They come out when it's dark.

As if I betrayed them.

I was now secretly observing their misfortune.

(suspenseful music)

You have a visitor.

Don't talk to him.

Don't you remember me?

Thank you.

Ah, Ahlers.

Yes, I do.

How are you?

I need, you know.

Money?

No.

I need a letter saying that I'm a good man.

I see.

Who wants to know?

The police, the authorities, you know.

And what exactly do you want me to write?

That I saved you.

That I saved a Jew.

I don't have any time at the moment.

It'll only take a minute.

You'll find the right words.

You do remember that I helped you, too?

Don't you?

Hmm.

It could have ended badly for you.

Yes, I know.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

(footsteps leaving)

What does he want, money?

No, no, no.

Where's,

where's the book?

It was lying...

Oh, thank goodness.

I thought he'd stolen it.

The battle for Stalingrad rages on.

The German Army and Soviet troops

are fighting in the west of the city.

In a speech to the German people,

novelist, Thomas Mann, has condemned

the crimes being committed against the Jews.

They're being locked up in ghettos and concentration camps,

and they're slaughtered in gas chambers.

Dearest Kitty,

An eighth person is coming to hide with us.

(knocking)

Come in.

Dr. Pfeffer.

We've always said that we have

enough space and food for an eighth person.

As reports about the fate of Jews

became more horrific, father put

the word out among the decision-makers.

As you can see, you're expected.

They thought it was a grand idea.

Welcome.

I thought you were in Belgium.

Unbelievable, I'm,

I'm speechless.

You won't be needing this here.

(star rips)

Let me take your coat.

Thank you.

What are things like out there?

They drive through the streets in military trucks,

ring doorbells, and ask whether Jews live there.

Every door?

And if they do, the whole family's picked up.

If not, they move on.

Even neighbors are becoming traitors.

They sometimes have lists and know exactly

where they'll find Jews.

Gosh, what if they come to this store?

Why would they do that, cari?

Nobody's looking for you.

They are.

They often pay per head.

As much as eight guilders each.

It's like those slave hunts.

Oh, Anne.

You're safe here, Dr. Pfeffer.

This is ingenious, Mr. Frank.

My compliments.

You shall sleep in Anne's room.

Yes (laughs), yes, uh, I've written

a Prospectus And Guide to the Secret Annex

for you because there are so many rules.

Let the doctor settle in, Anne.

(cork pops)

She's our writer.

Thank you.

To your health.

It's wonderful to have you here.

(pensive music)

(typewriter clicking)

Shall I help you?

No, no.

I want to do this by myself.

(pensive violin music)

I'm going to give the first pages

to someone to read.

What do you think?

I don't know whether it would be fair to Anne.

It's her diary.

Yes.

But it's also a document.

I want Anne's voice to be heard.

There's nothing

we

can do,

except to wait the end

of this misery as quietly as possible.

The Jews are waiting, the Christians are waiting,

the whole world is waiting.

And many are waiting for their deaths.

Your, Anne.

(men in street chatter)

Good morning.

Yes, good morning.

Good morning.

What a dirty mess.

(toilet flushes)

(water rushing through pipes)

There's something wrong here.

Stop snooping around.

There's flour all over the floor.

There are noises.

Keep it to yourself.

If you go to the police, then they'll

set their sights on me.

Don't worry.

But yesterday, I heard voices.

Maybe it was me.

Get on with your work, you fool.

"Prospectus and Guide to the Secret Annex,

"a beautiful, quiet surroundings free from woodland,

"in the heart of Amsterdam, no private neighbors,

"furnished and unfurnished apartments

"and rooms available at all times."

With or without meals, rent, free.

(laughing)

Cuisine, fat free.

(laughing)

Anne sometimes read us

some of the funny passages,

little stories she'd written,

like the one about the dentist.

But never anything about her ideas and feelings.

She never read us anything about those.

"Free time is cancelled indefinitely.

"Outside of the house, that is."

Language use?

It is imperative to speak softly at all times.

All languages of the civilized world are allowed,

so no German.

(group laughs)

Gymnastics daily.

Strong drinks?

Only on doctor's orders.

(group applauds)

I'd like to hear more.

Good evening.

Evening.

Mr. Frank?

Oh, Ahlers.

You received my letter?

Yes, thank you very much.

Then we're quits now.

Although I've heard quite a bit

about you in the meantime.

You know how people talk.

You hear this, you hear that.

You blackened Jews.

They were looking for them.

I bid you goodnight.

Hey, wait a minute.

I know that you supplied the German Army, too.

Who didn't?

We wanted to do business together.

You wanted to do business with me,

but I didn't with you.

♫ A little rabbit

♫ Bounces towards us

♫ She sits up so happy

♫ Good morning, dear Anne

♫ Today's your birthday

♫ The cake is on the table

♫ It's been made just for you

♫ Good morning, dearest Anne

♫ Today's your birthday

(applause)

Thank you.

(kiss smacks)

What's that on your face?

I hardly recognize you.

At least someone still makes an effort.

Happy birthday.

I wanted to say,
Thank you.

Yeah.

Right, let me take a look at you.

Yes (laughing).

Which actress's hairstyle is it?

No one's.

Oh, do tell us.

We have no idea what's fashionable nowadays.

Turn around.

It looks funny from the back.

Margot why don't you try another style?

I'm sure it would suit you.

Auguste, please.

My darling little doll, happy birthday.

The hairstyle's my own invention.

(laughing) Who's going to believe that?

You really look so different, Anne.

Why don't you simply try it?

Anne, daddy isn't ready.

Shall we pray together?

No.

I don't want that.

Are you sure?

I don't want to be upset with you.

Love cannot be forced.

Every day, every hour,

I miss the mother who understands me.

I hang on to father because each day

I look down upon mother with more contempt,

and he is the only one, who for me,

keeps the family bond alive.

Daddy said I should offer to help her

of my own accord,

but I won't

because I don't love her.

And that it's not sincere.

I can imagine mother dying one day.

But that daddy might die,

I don't think I can cope with that.

It's very nasty of me,

but that's how it feels.

How could you say such a thing?

(sighs)

(contemplative music)

Sometimes I think,

can anybody understand me?
(waves splashing)

Look beyond the ungratefulness?

Look beyond being Jewish or not being Jewish?

And just see the teenager in me?

The girl who so desires happiness and enjoyment.

(contemplative music)

"P.S., the toilet was blocked this morning,

"and all the strawberry recipes are toilet paper,

"and lots of feces were pulled out

"of the toilet by father using a long stick.

"The stick was later burned."

She has a sense of humor.

And much more than that,

you have such a gifted daughter.

Don't mom.

My mother was a very beautiful woman.

Very intelligent, too.

And, I think he liked her a lot.

And my mother liked Otto a lot, too.

And that's how, to begin with,

a friendship developed.

Just try to imagine.

She's younger than you are.

Yes.

Well I miss her, too.

I miss her very much.

I was always introduced

as Otto's stepdaughter, or Anne's stepsister.

I was never Eva Schloss.

I was always that.

But I told myself, you have a life,

a husband, three children,

Anne has nothing.

I figured that I couldn't be jealous in any way,

and I learned not to be.

(ice scraping)

(pensive music)

Aren't you cold?

If I could go out, I wouldn't mind how cold it is.

Your lips are blue.

Feel my hands.

Whenever I have my period,

which has been three times now,

I have this idea that in spite of the pain

and the horrible feeling,

I'm carrying a sweet secret inside of me.

(bell rings)

Right, well that was it for today,

okay, see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

All right, don't you move.

(suspenseful music)

Hey, relax.

(cat meows)

My yearning to talk to somebody

became so intense that I got it into my head

to choose Peter for that very purpose.

So she didn't have any kittens.

When I played with him the other day,

I saw he's a tom.

(Anne laughs)

Look.

(cat meows)

Here are the male genitals.

This is just a bit of hair.

And this is his backside.

Male and female genitals have different names.

I know.

Do you know what my mother once said?

"Here's some advice, don't ever talk about it

"with the boys, and if they start on

"about it, don't answer."

(Peter laughs softly)

You couldn't stand me to begin with.

You were very brisk.

You mean annoying.

(laughing) Yes.

What kind of work do you want to do?

I'm gonna be a criminal, or a speculator.

No (laughing).

No, I want to work on a plantation in India.

Why don't you want to stay here?

The war will be over soon.

I wish I were a Christian, or I could

simply become one after the war.

Really?

Would you let yourself be baptized?

I don't think I could ever feel like a Christian.

But after the war, nobody would know

whether I was a Christian or a Jew.

(door slams)

Why aren't the English bombing?

Because,

because the weather's too bad.

The weather was fine yesterday

and they didn't fly either.

Let's change the subject.

Why?

We can all have an opinion.

No.

Why not?

Please, be quiet.

Mr. Frank always answer his wife.

Calm down, please.

The invasion will never come.

Never.

What do we know?

The English are getting nowhere.

Will you shut up!

Look, Anne, hold the knife like this and peel downwards.

Hmm.

No, not like that, like this.

But I prefer it my way.

But this is the best way, believe me.

The potatoes have strange spots on them.

Miep says that vegetables are in short supply.

Everything is in short supply.

He has no more vegetables.

I don't miss spinach.

Don't talk like that.

If you don't help peel potatoes in the morning,

you have to do so in the evening.

This isn't boys' work,

sit down.
Dad, I.

I don't see why the men have to help.

But I do.

The kids certainly don't do enough.

But don't forget, if Margot doesn't do it,

then Anne does.

Yes, so what?

Peter doesn't help either.

You don't think that he has to help?

I don't think the girls have to.

They want a man someday, don't they?

Peeling potatoes won't get them one.

(engine whirrs outside)

Finally, a sensible remark.

And you finally said something.

The kids should help more,

instead of hiding in their books.

Girls shouldn't learn so much.

How modern.

Why don't the girls carry the potatoes upstairs?

Why don't they fetch the water?

They're not that weak.

You're insane.

In addition to our office work,

Margot also washes up, twice a day.

Come on, that's not work.

Mr. Van Pels, why don't you

take over the washing up, then?

What do you think I am?

Do you know what?

If we all pick our own beans only,

we can live off our own money, too.

I know I have nothing left.

My wife won't sell her fur coat.

Hermann.

Peter's bike simply isn't selling.

We have nothing at all.

Yes, I know.

If father wasn't so good to such people,

then it would be best to seriously rub their nose

in the fact that we and the others

have literally saved them from their deaths.

In a labor camp, one would have to do

very different work from peeling potatoes.

Very different work even from picking fleas from the cat.

Anne sometimes accused me of being

too weak to fight with the others.

But, in our predicament, you simply had

to hold your tongue.

As if I don't hear, psst, psst enough during the day,

my roommate has come up with the idea

of telling me to psst at night, too.

I don't intend to obey.

And I will next time psst straight back at him.

Psst.

Here is the proof.

Proof of what?

Either people are breaking in, or someone is hiding here.

You have a wild imagination.

And things go missing, too, spices, pectin.

You've told me that before.

Now get back to your work, and make sure

that none of your people are stealing.

This is outrageous.

You haven't heard the last of this.

Dr. Pfeffer?

Would it be okay if I used your table

twice a week from 4:00 until

half past five in the afternoon?

No.

Pardon?

No.

Why not?

I'm going to need it in order to

work on my Spanish course.

Yes, but it's also my table in my room.

(exhaling)

Your work isn't serious work.

Mythology, what kind of work is that?

Dr. Pfeffer, my work is very serious, indeed.

The kitchen is too busy in the afternoons,

I can't work there.

Father likes to work at his desk in the afternoons, too.

I kindly ask you to reconsider.

The table will remain mine alone.

All you can do is argue with people.

If Margot had asked me, then I wouldn't turn her down.

But you?

With your knitting and your silly mythology,

talking to you is absolutely impossible.

You're far too selfish.

At that moment I thought,

I'm gonna smack him in the face

so that he gets knocked against the wall lies and all,

but the next moment I said to myself,

stay calm, the guy isn't worth it.

After the armistice with the allies,

the Italian government today declared war on Germany,

and with that, Italy has now joined

the allied fighting forces.

The transportation of people from France

and the Netherlands to the east continues incessantly.

The suffering of Jews in occupied countries goes on.

The number of victims is as yet unknown.

(wood and furniture crashing)

Switch off the radio, switch off the radio!

Hide the radio.

(footsteps)

If they find us, they'll find the--

Hermann!
Shh!

(items thrashing and dragging)

My diary.

(heavy footsteps)

Burn it.

Yes, good idea.

They won't get my diary

away from me.
Anne.

Shh.

(loud shuffling)

(foreboding dark music)

There was a break-in.

The police came to the house and got to

the swinging peppard, but no further.

It appears that the burglars were disturbed.

They got away through the storeroom and the garden.

(tapping)

There's somebody here somewhere.

I can feel it.

I'm so hot.

(birds chirping)
(pigeons cooing)

Are you in love?

Why should I be in love?

Why not?

Smile for me.

Why?

Because your smile is pretty.

You get little lines in your cheeks.

There's one in my chin, too.

It's my only pretty feature.

That's not true.

I think you're pretty.

And if I say so, then you can believe it.

I think you're handsome, too.

(laughing softly)

Last night we kissed, too.

But Peter's cheeks were very disappointing.

They weren't as soft as they looked,

but more like father's cheeks,

those of a man who already shaves.

(wind blowing)

It's time, will you switch off the light?

Yes.

Shall I sing for you like I used to?

No, daddy.

♫ The moon has risen.
Don't sing.

What's the matter, hmm?

I don't know where to start.

Um, Peter and I,

when we're in the attic

(airplane engine whirrs)

we, we sit very close together.

Do you think that's bad?

I thought you were just friends.

Is Peter in love with you?

No.

It's not love.

(utensils tapping)

Is it proper for gentlemen to have

young lady visitors after dark?

Yes, it's Anne's second home.

Anne?

Can I trust the two of you up there?

You're insulting me Mrs. Van Pels.

If the war takes another five years,

there'll be a wedding.

But first the fathers will have to be consulted.

I'm going to write father a letter

asking him to leave us alone.

Just imagine they knew that we talk

about such intimate things.

When I was 11 or 12, I didn't know that

in addition to the outer labia,

you also had inner ones (laughs).

And funniest of all, I thought urine

came out of the clitoris.

It's all a bit more complicated than with us.

When I once asked mother what the bulge meant,

she said that she didn't know.

They always pretend to be so stupid.

(slow gentle music)

Anne was curious and keen

to talk about all these things.

She was interested in everything, sexuality in particular.

But she knew hardly anything about it.

Her sister told her nothing, and at home

she was the little girl, but she wanted to be an adult.

And now, we will hear

the minister for education, art, and science.

Fellow countrymen.

I have news of a decision by the Dutch government.

The decision concerns the collection,

editing, and publication...

Yesterday, Minister Bolkestein spoke

on Radio Orange and said that after the war,

a collection of diaries and letters

from the current times should be published.

Of course, everyone will rush to read my diary.

Imagine how interesting it would be

if I were to publish a novel about the Secret Annex.

Had she survived she was going to,

to do something, to do something with her diary.

She didn't want to publish it but she planned

to write a novel based on it.

(poignant music)

Is what we're doing right?

What could be wrong about it?

But I always give in so quickly.

Father isn't happy with me.

He doesn't want the petting.

(Peter laughs softly)

You make me happy.

(mid-tempo lyrical music)

And suddenly the normal Anne slipped away.

In her place came the second Anne

who isn't cocky and funny,

but just wants to love, and be soft.

In the morning we're normal,

and quite normal in the afternoon,

but in the evening, the day's yearning

overwhelms us, the happiness and joy

of all the other times, and we think

only of one another.

Can't you talk to her, woman to woman?

Whatever I say, she'll do the opposite.

Nobody's more upset about that than I am.

I'll leave you two alone.

Well, Anne,

I've received many letters in my life but

this one is the ugliest by far.

Are you serious?

No, I only wrote that I feel I should be

accountable to myself.

You say that you don't feel accountable towards us.

No.

No, I only wrote that I'm an independent person

and that I can decide for myself whether

or not I go to see Peter.

Ah.

I wanted to explain what happened to me,

why I was always so loud,

why all your cautions make no difference.

It's because I was so sad.

Anne, you have received so much love from us.

We're always there for you.

We have always defended you.

No (sniffles).

You never noticed when I felt sad.

Anne, please.

You write that you no longer need a mother,

that you no longer need anybody.

What I write about mother is true.

No, Anne, we don't deserve such reproach.

Either we prohibit everything,

or we trust you through thick and thin.

Well, just leave me alone then.

I thought that you expected an explanation

because of Peter.

As far as Peter is concerned, I had expected

more restraint, yes.

You can't simply keep treating me

like a 14-year-old, daddy.

This whole situation has changed me.

(contemplative music)

I see the eight of us here as if we were

a piece of blue sky surrounded by

black, black rain clouds.

We're all looking down at the people fighting each other.

We look up to where it is calm and beautiful,

and we're cut off.

All I can do is call out, plead,

oh, ring, ring, expand an open yourself for us.

"I can't stand being minded like a small child.

"At first I become flippant,

"then sad,

"and in the end I turn my heart,

"turn the bad outwards, and the good inwards,

"and the whole time I look for a way

"to become what I very much want to be,

"and what I could be,

"if only (sighs)

"there were no other people in the world.

"Your Anne M. Frank."

We're interrupting this program

for a special announcement.

Thousands of allied troops today, landed

on the beaches of Normandy.

It is the start of a huge offensive against the Germans.

Thousands of paratroopers have landed

behind enemy lines.
The invasion.

Heavy bombardment.

What?

The invasion has started.

Allied forces are engaged

in fighting with German soldiers.

The army and the people are one will and one hope.

This is D-Day.

This is D-Day.

(all laughing)

(sweeping hopeful music)

Peter (laughing).

Now you'll finally be able

to ride your bicycle again.

In September or October

I'll be able to go back to school.

Yeah!

(group chatters and laughs)

Everything's going to be fine.

Will this year, 1944, bring us victory?

(airplane engines roar)

Today, just as in these scenes,

the armies of the United Nations have made

their first landings on the soil of Western Europe.

This is the day for which free people long have waited.

This is D-Day.

What will you all do when we get out of here?

More than anything, I want a hot bath.

I'll join you.

It's what I want most, too.

(all laughing)

I think I'd rather bathe alone, if you don't mind.

Sure, but fill to the brim

and stay in it for half an hour.

I just want to eat cake,

real eggs, and lots of butter, cream,

raspberries, and chocolate.

A cup of coffee.

This won't surprise you,

I just want to go and see my love, Charlotte.

I want to go back to our house,

and move around freely.

And I'm so looking forward to school.

(laughing) What a swat.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

My little girl.

The special little lady, Anne.

(kiss smacks)

Daddy.

(suspenseful music)

You and eight SS men drove to

the Prinsengracht in a police van.

Yes.

It was a sunny day in August.

I was about to have something to eat

when I received a call telling me that

there were Jews hidden in a house.

We rang the bell and when the door opened,

we were greeted by that typical smell of spices,

which permeates the old warehouses for colonial products.

I watched as one of my men spoke to one

of the workers in Dutch.

Yeah.

He just pointed upwards with his thumb,

as if to say, they're upstairs.

Hello.

Good afternoon.

Have a nice day.

Did you know that Otto Frank fought

for Germany in the First World War?

Yes, he told me when I arrested him.

Hello.

Hello.

Quietly now, don't make a sound.

Had they responded to the call up,

nothing would have happened.

They'd have been marched to Theresienstadt, not Auschwitz.

(footsteps)

One just has to talk.

(bookcase scraping)

(melancholy music)

How long were they in there?

Did you, did you ask?

I wanted to know that, too.

We've been here for 25 months.

Do you think I believe that?

Come here, look, look.

Here.

There were lines on the wall

with names next to them so that

you could clearly see how they had grown.

I could, in fact, see how she was

far taller than the highest line.

I said to Frank, what a beautiful daughter you have.

(foreboding music)

After the Franks and the other peoples were away,

I come here in and found

the diary, scattered on the floor.

Bep and me, we took all the things,

but I was afraid that I had not all the paper

of the diary, I knew that,

but I was so in hurry

because I was afraid that this

attrition man came again.

(foreboding music)

(child shouts)

Days later when we arrived at Camp Westerbork,

(sighs)

we were still fine.

The arguing between Anne and her mother

seemed to, seemed to have stopped.

Anne was happy all of a sudden.

For a short while, the world outside

the Secret Annex did her good.

We were still fed there, too.

I can't imagine living like mother,

Mrs. Van Pels, and all the other women.

They do their work and are later forgotten.

Besides a husband and children,

I want something I can apply myself to.

I want to live on even after my death.

(train rolling on tracks)

(quiet music)

A few weeks later I tried everything

to escape the train to Auschwitz.

In vain.

Two days in darkness,

very little bread.

We were separated upon arrival.

That was the last time I saw her.

(wind blowing)

I've often been dejected,

but never in despair.

In my diary, I describe each hardship

as if it's entertainment.

I decided that I'd live a different life from other girls,

and later, a different life from normal housewives,

and for that reason only, I have to laugh

at the funny side of even the most dreadful situation.

Margot and Anne were taken to Bergen-Belsen

because the Germans were afraid of the Russians.

It was October, November.

Winter was setting in.

In February 1945,

not long before the end,

somebody told me that my friend, Anne Frank,

was among a group of women close by.

That evening I went as close to the bars

as I could and carefully called out.

Mrs. Van Pels heard me and answered

saying that she'd bring Anne.

So I waited in the cold, rainy night

and after a few minutes, a frail voice called to me.

It was Anne.

(wind blows)

What did they look like?

What did Margot and Anne look like?

They were skeletons.

They were completely...

Thin?

No, not thin.

I, for instance, had no flesh left here.

We were completely, we were,

there was nothing left.

And she was cold.

She was shivering from the cold.

She was wrapped in a, in a--

In a blanket?

In a blanket.

In Bergen-Belsen, she told

you that she had kept a diary?

Yes.

And she wanted to base a novel on it after the war.

But we were dreaming.

We didn't know that Miep Gies had saved the manuscript

and would later give it to Otto.

We didn't know that.

We were dreaming, like, yes, sure,

after the war she'd write a novel.

It was madness.

Will I ever be able

to write something big?

Will I ever become a journalist and novelist?

(eerie foreboding music)

(slow pensive music)