All language subtitles for The.Diary.Of.Anne.Frank.2009.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG.Eng

- Happy birthday, Anna.
- Thank you, Pim.

Such a surprise, huh?

- Chose the nicest one, didn't you?
- We did.

Writing in a diary is going
to be a really strange

experience for someone like me.

Not only because I've never
written anything before,

but also because it seems to me that
later on, neither I nor anyone else

will be interested in the chatterings
of a 13-year-old schoolgirl.

The thing is, nobody would
believe that I'm alone in the world.

I have loving parents
and a 16-year-old sister,

and there are about
30 people I can call friends.

I have a throng of admirers who
can't keep their adoring eyes off me.

No. On the surface,
I seem to have everything...

except my one true friend.

I hope I'll be able to
confide everything to you

and that you'll be a great
source of comfort and support.

- I'd love to.
- Till tomorrow, then.

Where are you going to go?

Just for a walk.

At least we can still do that.

Jews are forbidden to go to
the cinema, you see...

or to swim, or go ice-skating,
or use the parks,

or sit on public benches,
or use trams, or ride in cars.

But we can still go out with a boy.

You go.

Why?

I don't want to look too keen.

What's happened?

Don't answer the door.
Don't let anyone in.

But what is it?

It's call-up papers.

Father.

But...they'll send him away
to the labour camp.

Excuse me.

You dropped something.

Thank you.

You won't be going, of course.

Where's she not going?

The summons was for me.

What? Why didn't you tell me?

It's that friend of yours.
He'll think there's no-one here.

Why are they sending her?

- It's because I'm 16.
- Why didn't you TELL me?

- We thought you were too young.
- Too young?

Annelies, sit down.

You must listen to me,
very carefully.

We've been making arrangements
to go into hiding for sometime...

Hiding? Where?

We planned to leave in about
ten days' time but

- we've had to change it.
- Is it in the country?

I can't tell you yet, my darling,

but we have to leave early tomorrow
morning and we've to move fast, hmm.

Darling,
Miep will take you separately.

It'll be safer that way.

Now you must say nothing to anyone.

Do you understand?

Now, wear all the clothes
you can and pack

what you can carry in your schoolbag.

We can't be seen to carry suitcases.

Miep and Johannes will collect
the rest of our things later.

He's gone.

I'll take Moortje.

I packed the craziest things,
but my brain was in a whirl.

Anyway, memories mean
more to me than dresses.

Leave them.

We looked as if we were going
to spend the night in a fridge.

I was wearing two vests,
three pairs of pants, a dress,

a skirt and two pairs of stockings.

Ready?

I was suffocating even
before we left the house.

Goodbye, Moortje.

It's here?

Your office? I thought we were
going to the country.

You must hurry up. It's late.
The workers will be arriving.

Thank you, dear Miep.

So much has happened
since yesterday.

It's as if the whole world has
suddenly turned upside down.

When the door closes, the reality

is that we'll have to stay here
until the war's over.

Well done, Margot.

That sewing machine... Hasn't that
just gone to the menders?

There's that little table.
I wondered where that went.

You sit down there, darling.

They're arriving. It's 8.30.

Now...

..we have to stay
very quiet until 12.30.

- What?
- Shhh.

What happens if we need
to go to the lavatory?

Father's warehouse was on
the ground floor, you see,

underneath his office.

The warehouse men who worked there
don't know anything about us,

so while they're down
there during the working day,

we'll have to keep quiet.

Margot.

No looking out of the windows.
No walking around in shoes.

No running the taps. No loud voices.

No flushing of the lavatory.

I don't know how
I'm going to bear it.

We can relax during the lunch hour
when the men leave,

and after 5.30 when they go home.

The only people who know we're
here are the office staff.

And they're risking their lives
to look after us.

We're lucky.

We're really very lucky.

What'll happen to them if
they get found out?

Now, let's get these unpacked,
and...

..make some lunch.

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

but that doesn't mean I'll hate it.

Father's brought some books
and says we can have some games.

I've even got my collection
of film stars.

Just like home.

What are you going to put
on your side, Margot?

Don't know.

I know it's difficult, Margot,
my darling,

but at least we
haven't been separated.

So many families have.

At least we've got each other.

Cheer up, my love.

Pim, can you smell smoke?

Edith!

Mother! It's all right, Anna.

It's only a saucepan, my love.

Shhh...

It's all right.

Sweetheart, will you go and
finish your unpacking?

Please... Please.

Good girl.

Darling...

we're going to be all right.

We're going to be all right.

You stop this. Stop it.

That's it.

Now, come on.
You must be strong for me.

You must be strong.

I don't know what I feel yet.

It's like being on holiday
in some strange boarding house.

It's a bit damp and lopsided,
but it's probably the most

comfortable hiding
place in all of Amsterdam.

No, in all of Holland.

Daddy's right.

We're very lucky.

The first thing we have to do is sew
some curtains so no-one can see us.

Slowly.

Actually, you can hardly
call them that

since they're nothing
but scraps of fabric.

Most artistic, isn't it?

Perhaps we should sell it to
an art gallery when the war's over.

Shhh!

We can't call a doctor, of course...

for obvious reasons.

12.30.

It's all clear.

Have some more water.

Miep, how wonderful to see you.

Have you seen Hanneli?
Has she asked after me?

No. I haven't seen her.

But you live opposite her. Haven't
you seen anyone from my school?

Sssh, dear.
Did you get the medicine, Miep?

He's collecting some more
Russian books today.

Where's he getting them from?

- I didn't ask.
- You have a very brave husband.

And a helpful greengrocer!

I'll collect your shopping list
at 8.30 each morning,

and then try and come at lunchtimes.
- Please do.

I can't thank you enough.

Watch out for your heads.
I had to lower the wall there

to make the bookcase fit.

Nobody will believe there's
anybody here.

Now our secret annexe
is truly secret.

We're making ourselves useful.

Today's been fun. We've stoned three
crates of plums for Mr Kugler.

He and Mr Kleiman are running
father's office until the war's over.

They make pectin for jam
and mix up spices for sausages.

I've bagged the crates
for our bedroom.

But we won't be alone for long.

Today, the Van Daans are joining us.

Mr Van Daan works for my father.

He's got a good nose
for sniffing spices.

It'll be much more fun to
have other people around.

I don't like the quiet.

It makes me nervous.

Oww!

Welcome.

Are you all right?

Bumped my head.

Phew! I'm quite out of puff.

What a lovely hat.

Oh, thank you, dear.

You know our son, Peter.

I've seen you at school.

- What's that?
- This is Moortje.

But we agreed. No animals.

It's not fair.
Why should HE be allowed a cat?

- I told you not to bring him.
- You didn't let me bring Moortje.

He'll be very good.

I'll look after him.

The dear boy loves his pussycat,
don't you, sweetheart?

And besides, you'll thank us for it.

This place must be...

crawling with mice.

I don't expect Peter's company
to amount to much,

but I suppose
I'll have to put up with him.

Careful on the stairs.

They're a little tricky.

Watch these steps, too.

This is mother and father's room.

And this is where Margot and I sleep.

This is Greta Garbo.
I love her movies, don't you?

And that's Princess Elizabeth of
England and that's Margaret Rose.

Are you interested in
royal families, at all?

This is the bathroom.

You have to be finished
by 8.30 in the morning.

There's cold water in the sink,
but when the workers have gone home,

we can use the lavatory
in father's office, downstairs.

And we can listen to
the wireless there, too.

Come on!

Would you please, help.

I am.

This is the living room
for all of us,

but your parents
will sleep in it at night.

Mr Kleiman's made them a fold-up bed.

This is your room.

Isn't it cosy?

Come on. Come up here.

And this is my favourite place
of all.

We can make more noise up here.

And we're allowed to open the windows
so we can breathe the fresh air.

That's the Tower of the Westerkerk.

Mother hates the bells, but I love
them. They remind me of the outside.

I come up here
when people get on my nerves.

Do your parents ever annoy you?

Mine do, especially mother.

- Can I hold him?
- He's a bit shy.

- He's such a clot.
- Shh! He's just shy.

Of all the boys around,
we have to have HIM.

I think he's rather sweet.

Margot, you always think
the best of everybody.

- He's not used to girls and he's
frightened. - We're ALL frightened.

They had a very narrow escape.

This last week has been terrible.

Yesterday, they rounded up 700 Jews.

Our friends, the Goslers,
you remember them,

they disappeared last night.

Please, let's talk about this later.

People think you've
gone to Switzerland.

Your neighbour rang me,
said you'd left in a hurry,

so I went round
and searched your place.

That's when I found
the note you'd left.

What note?

It had an address
in Zurich written on it.

I told him to destroy it
in case anyone found out.

Next day, everybody was telling
me, you'd fled to Switzerland!

Did you see my cat?

- What cat? - She'll be fine, dear.
Mrs Schmidt'll be looking after her.

- Is she all right?
- There is a war on, you know.

We've got more important
things on our minds than cats.

So why did you bring yours, then?

Edith, where's that bottle of cognac?

- Cognac?
- We kept it for your arrival.

I was really looking forward
to having the Van Daans join us.

Now, I'm not so sure.

Welcome to the annexe, my friends.

We're very grateful to you,
aren't we, Petronella?

Oh, my dear.

She'll be all right.

At the weekend, we get the run of
the whole building.

Today, mother sent me downstairs
to do everyone's laundry.

Anne.

Then she gave me another one of
her lectures.

Anna!

Take the opposite view on everything.

Every day, I feel myself
drifting further away from her.

It's hard to believe that only
a month ago it was my birthday.

We were so happy.

Father says I should
be nicer to her,

but sometimes I want to
slap her across the face.

You don't need all that
stuff on your face.

It's not stuff, it's make-up.

It's costing us a fortune!

Then we can't afford your
cigarettes, but that doesn't...

My cigarettes are not a luxury,
it's a necessity.

What do you want me to do?

Walk down the street to the
apartment and pick up the make-up?

Who is it for?

- Ah, shut up!
- You shut up!

It's only up here that
I can feel free.

Soon, there'll be conkers
on the chestnut tree.

Not being able to go outside
upsets me more than I can say.

And I'm terrified our hiding
place'll be discovered

and we'll be shot.

That, of course,
is a fairly dismal prospect.

Anne!

Anne! Pim... can I get in?

- Come to me, darling.
- I want Pim.

- Can I get in?
- Come on, then.

- Put that out!
- Otto.

No lights. - It's all right for you!
You've been in the trenches!

- We have to have rules.
- To hell with the rules!

Please, daddy!

All right, darling.

All right.

Today it's Saturday, and
the warehousemen aren't around

so we can get up late,
and have our baths.

We can go anywhere in the house,
but I like to use our toilet.

Mr Van Daan takes his bath
in Peter's room,

while Mrs Van Daan has yet
to take a bath.

She's waiting to see
which is the best place.

Mother washes in the living room,
behind a screen,

while father takes his bath
in the office downstairs.

I wish they'd all hurry up.

Please stay up here
for the next half an hour.

Please stay up here
for the next half an hour.

I've got it. I've got it.
It's not heavy. Right, right.

Ah, dad... the water!

Useless boy!

Peter baths downstairs
in the radio room, you see,

and he's terrified that someone's
going to walk in on him.

I've got it.

His precautions are rather
pathetic, aren't they? DOOR CREAKS

Aw!

Mother!

And Margot baths in the front office,

where she makes ME stand guard.

Oh, do hurry up.
You took long enough.

Anne, they'll see you!

We're allowed to peek through,
father said so.

It's funny to see all these people.

I used to throw water at them.

You didn't! - They used to jump up
to see where it came from.

Now they're looking up for bombs.

And yet life is carrying on.

That's the strange thing.

There's a family living in the
barge - they've got the sweetest dog.

Once I even saw a Jewish couple,
walking along the street.

I felt I was gazing at one of
the Seven Wonders Of The World.

It gave me such a funny feeling,

as if I'd denounced them
to the authorities.

We've just come out of
one of the most concentrated

and fiercest night of fighting.

A night in which we struck
hard one particular front

along the enemies position
and struck through.

The infantry attacked
with a slew of another shattering

- Excuse me.
artillery bombardment

and broke through...

My dear friends,
today we have news of our own.

We all know the dreadful things
that are happening outside.

I wonder if you'd consider
another person joining us.

- Who?
- Mr Albert Dussel.

- I know him! He's that dentist.
- He's very respectable.

He's at Miep's apartment now,
waiting for your decision.

But why him? I mean,
you wouldn't let my cousins come.

Mr Dussel's a single man.

We only have room for one.

- One more mouth to feed.
- So we could all eat a bit less.

Speak for yourself.

Oh, don't be such a greedy guts.

He's not going to smoke all
your precious cigarettes, is he?

Well?

- Yes, yes, yes.
- Thank you, dear friends.

Mr Dussel arrived at the office
and when Miep brought him upstairs

and told him we were behind
the bookcase,

he was so astonished,
he nearly fainted.

Thank goodness she didn't
leave him in suspense any longer.

What are you doing here?
I thought you were in Switzerland.

Please, sit.

- Smoke?
- Er, no.

And thank you.

The Weismanns swore they saw
you being taken away in a truck.

And Mr Niklaus said that
you'd gone into hiding

- ... in the country.
- What's happened to Ilse?

- Who?
- Darling, let him get his breath.

Ilse Wagner.
She lives in your building.

The parents were taken away. I don't
know what happened to the children.

No.

Hermann Van Daan.

You know my wife, Petronella,

- Of course!
- and this is my son, Peter.

Peter.

Would you care for
a cup of coffee, Mr Dussel?

It's ersatz, I'm afraid, and
we have to make it in a jug.

I'm still waiting for
my coffee machine.

You can have some of OUR sugar.

What's happening? Please tell us.

6,000 Jews have gone.
They've even started to take them

out of the lunatic asylums.
There's talk of mass sterilisation.

Please. Let's speak later.

You never told us.

I've got to go.

Now... we have to keep quiet
until lunchtime.

I'm so very grateful.

I've finished it.

Why does he have to sleep here?

- He has nowhere else to go.
- But why with me?

They said it would be
unsuitable for me to share a room

... with a grown man.
- And I don't matter, I suppose.

- They don't mean that.
- I'm just a child.

They did ask if you minded.

- What was I supposed to say? Anne,
- I'd much rather be here with you.

This is my bed?

You've got the long one. We had to
prop up my mattress with a chair.

I... I hope you'll find me
a pleasant companion.

Many of my patients are children,
I get on very well with them.

I'm not a child, actually. I'm 13.

You can put your things... in here.

I'm not exactly delighted at
having a stranger use my things,

but you have to make sacrifices

for a good cause and I'm glad
I can make this small one.

Who's that?

My fiancee, Lotte.

But he's ancient.

Can I have a look?

What lovely blonde hair.

I like the flick-ups.

- She looks much younger than you.
- Yes. Yes.

She'll be horrified
when she finds I've gone.

She has no idea where, you see...
Well, of course, nor did I.

We've been gone for four months now.

I don't know what my friends
are thinking,

I don't know if they're still there.

But we keep cheerful.

We have to stay cheerful.

More potatoes, Mrs Frank?

Thank you.

More potatoes, Mr Dussel?

"Prospectus for the Secret Annexe.

"A unique facility for the
accommodation

of Jews and other displaced persons.

"Open all year round.
No charge. Low-fat diet.

"Running water in the bathroom and
various inside and outside walls.

She hasn't finished yet.

"It is forbidden to listen
to German news bulletins,

"as only the language of civilised
people may be used.

Hear, hear!

"No leisure activities allowed
outside

the house until further notice,

"though callisthenics are
encouraged by management and

singing is allowed after 6.00pm.
The end. Yours, Anne."

Goodnight, Annelies.

Goodnight, Mr Dussel.

47..48..49..50..

Morning, Annelies.

- Morning.
- 52..53..54...

Mr Dussel is a champion sportsman,
don't you know?

He's so old.

He likes to keep himself trim.

Unlike SOME people I could mention.

Huh. You don't have to sleep
with him.

And he snores.

- Morning, Mr Dussel.
- Morning, everybody.

How's the rib, Mrs Van Daan?

Very painful, Mr Dussel.

Why's she suddenly taken
up exercises?

To get rid of her fat bottom,
I suppose.

Just here... just...

Ahem!

Mr Dussel is a trained medic, Putti.

We're lucky to have another
expert on the premises.

That's why my friend
Mr Frank hired me.

These should see us
through the winter.

Ooh!

I wish you didn't have to sell
spices.

Why couldn't you have chosen
something nice, like sweets?

In wartime, Anne, spices
are more essential than ever

to preserve meat,
and to flavour its substitutes.

And so is pectin,
for making jam at home.

She knows that, Mr Dussel.
It was only a joke.

Wow! Mother Frank,
the Children's Advocate.

It must be hard for father, trying
to run a business from up here.

Especially with his arthritis.

Today there was an important meeting.

We'll have the contracts prepared
for tomorrow.

The negotiations
were long and boring.

Mr Kleiman and Mr Kugler did
their best for us, but...

It turned out to be more
serious than we expected.

The building's being sold?

And the new owner's coming
this afternoon.

To look it over.

Oh, my God.

Sssshhh!

All sounds of breathing stopped...

..eight hearts pounded,

footsteps on the stairs, then
a rattling on the bookcase...

He's so close.

This moment is indescribable.

Stay here... idiot!

Oh, Mr Kleiman!

I said I'd left the key
to the annexe at home.

They won't be taking over
the lease until the spring.

War may be over by then.

You don't really believe
that, do you?

Edith...

What's the matter?

- The greengrocer's gone.
- What?

He's disappeared.
No-one knows what's happened to him.

He's been arrested!

We don't know that.
He'll tell the police about us!

- Of course he won't.
- He doesn't know about you.

He knows you get extra vegetables.

He's a good man.
I trust him completely.

- Aren't you going to stay?
- I've got to get home.

Miep?

... make sure she gets it.

- Of course, Mr Dussel.
- Please give her all my love.

I always do.
She asked me to give you this.

- There's a letter inside.
- Thank you.

Mr Dussel is slipping
lower and lower in my estimation,

and he's already below zero.

Pim, you've got to say something.

Anne, please... Shh.

Why can he send out letters
and I can't?

He's putting us in danger.
He's putting Miep in danger.

If they catch her,
she'll be tortured!

What if his darling
Lotte tells somebody,

what if Miep gets followed back here?

Look, Mr Dussel's fiancee
has no idea where he is.

She thinks he's hiding
in the countryside.

Oh, Anna, dearest.
I disapprove just as much as you do.

- Do something, then!
- He's lonely, dear.

He's got nobody here who loves him.

He's not the only one!

But it's so hard sometimes,
holding my tongue

when I want to scream and shout!

The Germans...

I don't know how long
I can bear it without exploding.

..that measure of fire and steel...

which they have
so often meted out to others...

..Now this is not the end.

It is not even the beginning
of the end.

But it is, perhaps,
the end of the beginning.

This war seems to be
going on forever.

Always got your nose in a book,
haven't you, young miss?

Mr Dussel's using my desk.

Eh?

Otherwise I'd be reading in my room.

Young ladies shouldn't be
stuffing their heads with nonsense.

Perhaps you should read
a bit more, Mr Van Daan,

then you wouldn't talk such rubbish.

Anne!

You said Mr Dussel was only going
to stay for a few weeks.

Do stop complaining, dear.

Stop complaining and
help your mother.

It's none of your business!

Don't you talk to
my husband like that! Eurgh!

I don't know how you put up with it!

If she were my daughter, I...

Don't you get sarcastic with me. Ha!

Ha! I don't know these
modern girls!

Margot, stick up for me!

Margot reads just as much as I do.

Margot doesn't answer back.

She was such a good baby.

- Slept all through the night.
- Ah!

Just like my Peter, didn't you, pet?

And he learnt to use the potty
at 18 months.

Mother!

Our Peter's a good boy.

He might not be an intellectual
like you, but he's gonna go places.

The trouble is, you know
far too much about things

you're not supposed to.

Later on, when you're older,

you won't be able to enjoy
anything any more.

That's not true!

You'll say, oh, I read that
in some books 20 years ago,

so you'd better hurry if you
want to catch yourself a husband,

or fall in love, since everything is
bound to be a disappointment to you.

You know all there is to know,
in theory.

But in practice?

Well, that's another story.

Thank you, Mrs Beaverbrook.

Why did you call her Mrs Beaverbrook?

Because she always agrees
with Mr Beaverbrook, on the wireless.

What does Mr Beaverbrook say?

Haven't you been listening, dimwit?

He says they're not bombing
Germany hard enough.

So I think she should
be married to him.

Oh, you do, do you, Miss Quack Quack?

What did you say?

Miss Quack Quack.

Anne!

Where did you find it? Give it back!

An Incorrigible Chatterbox,
by Anne Frank, class 6.

Give it back! - As a punishment for
talking in class...

Quack Quack Quack, said
Mistress Chatterback...

- You stole my pencil.
- I haven't seen your stupid pencil.

Anne!

Oh! What's the hurry?

Having fun? Can anyone join in?

Is my desk free now?

Of course.

Barukh atah Adonai,

Eloheinu, melekh ha'olam...

And then Hanukkah arrived.

Mazal tov!

♪ Ma'oz Tzur Yeshu'ati

♪ Lekha na'eh leshabe'ah

♪ Tikon beit tefilati

♪ Vesham toda nezabe'ah

♪ Le'et takhin...

♪ Az egmor beshir...

♪ Mizmor hanukat...

Excuse me.

Mouschi!

- He peed on the floor!
- I forgot his litter tray.

- Idiot!
- Quack quack!

It's twenty to six, Mr Dussel.

Would you be good enough
to let me use the desk now?

I'm not ready.

It's my turn.

I have important work to do,
young lady.

So do I.

What, scribbling in your diary?

It's my room just as much as yours!

You already use it for an hour and
a half, five days a week.

And during my nap.

But you have it twice as much as me!

And why is that... hmm?

Because I'm a professional,
not a little girl.

I'm not a little girl.

Anne, could you help
with the potatoes?

Mother, please stick up for me!

- No more arguments, please.
- But, it's so unfair!

Stop it, Anne! Why do you make
everything into such a drama?

I'm so sorry, Mr Dussel.

Whose side are you on?

When you first came here, Mr Dussel,
when you first came here, we agreed

that the room would be
shared by the two of us.

Logically, that would mean
I would have the morning

and you'd have the afternoon.

I'm not asking for that much, just
two more hours twice a week.

And where would I do my work?

Perhaps I should go back to

my nice little surgery on
the Herengracht?!

Well, you could always
work in the lavatory.

You spend long enough in there.

- Oh, sorry.
- What is it, dear?

It's Mr Dussel.

Can we speak later?

We only have half an hour.
Mr Kugler has to go.

Oh, well, wait a moment, Anne.

Will you excuse me, Mr Kugler?

What is it, darling?

Please say something to Mr Dussel!

Mother won't help,
she's being horrible, as usual.

Oh, come on.

I know it's a difficult situation,
you need your privacy to study,

and so does my daughter.

- Good old father.
- If I may say so, Mr Frank,

- she's a very... headstrong child.
- Anne!

Shh! - Now, if it were Margot,
I wouldn't mind.

Writing is very important to her.

I believe it's the only way she
can make some sense of the world...

find solace in these
terrible circumstances.

Work and hope,

that's what we tell our daughters,
Mr Dussel.

That's why we believe so strongly

in their education.

The only freedom...

is in here.

This is our hope for the future.

Out of respect for you, I'll agree.

Yes!

I don't want people to say that
Anne failed her exams because of me.

Thank you, Mr Dussel.

Oh, father, I love you more
than anybody else in the world!

Sshh!

What about your mother?

She doesn't love me like you do.

Anna, that's not true.

Mr Dussel sulked for two days.

So childish of him, don't you think?

Sundays are so lonely
without our helpers.

Outside, things are getting worse.

Miep met my teacher in
the street last week.

There are only four of
my classmates left.

She didn't know which ones.

Women come home from
shopping to find their house sealed

and their children gone.

Children come home from school
to find their parents disappeared.

- My dear Miep, thank you so much!
- It's a pleasure. I hope...

And, to add to our woes,
Mr Dussel has started work.

Keep quiet, woman!
They'll hear you in the street!

Somebody come and help.

Somebody, please!

Ssh, all right, all right.

- Open up. It'll be over soon.
- Ssh, ssh, ssh!

Done!

Next?

Gracias por su ayuda hoy.

- That's not Hebrew.
- No, it's Spanish.

Spanish?

Yes, it means,
"thank you for your help today."

Is that what you're studying?

I've reached Level Three.

You see,

when the war is over,

Charlotte and I plan to emigrate
to South America.

- You never told me.
- No.

- Buenas noches.
- Bu...enas no..ches.

Buenas noches.

♪ Happy birthday, dear Anna

♪ Happy birthday to you

APPLAUSE

Make a wish.

LOUD SNORE

It's my 14th birthday today
and I've been thoroughly spoiled.

I've had a book on mythology,
a pot of yoghurt,

a brooch made out of a penny...
-... the youngest among us...

and...

... your life can be trying,

for we have the chore, of becoming
your teachers, a terrible bore.

You read and study all the day,
determined to keep the boredom away.

The more difficult question,
much harder to bear,

is, "what on earth do I have
to wear?"

I've got no more knickers,
my clothes are too tight,

my vest is a loincloth,
I'm really a sight!

To put on my shoes
I must cut off my toes.

Oh, dear,
I'm plagued with so many woes!

CHUCKLING AND APPLAUSE

- Thank you, father.
- Anne, what goes, "99, thump"?

I don't know. What?

A centipede with a wooden leg!

THEY LAUGH

COUGHING

Happy birthday.

Sorry I haven't got any
wrapping paper.

They're my niece's,
she's outgrown them.

- Thank you, Miep.
- Oh, look at her!

Sweet 14 and never been kissed.

It's 16, stupid.

Well if it wasn't for ME!

I feel like I'm on stilts,

but I'll practise and practise
until I get used to them.

What's happening to me
is so wonderful,

and I don't just mean the changes
on the outside of my body,

but the inside too.

Anne.

- Anna!
- Whenever I have my period -

I've had it three times now -

I feel that despite all
the pain and mess,

I'm carrying around a sweet secret.

Sometimes, at night,

I have a terrible urge to...

touch my body.

I can't tell anyone,

not even Margot.

CHURCH BELLS RING

- Sorry.
- It's all yours.

Parents are so peculiar about sex,
aren't they?

And Margot won't tell me anything.

Shoulders back.

Good!

It was Jacqueline who
told me that babies

don't come out of their
mother's tummies.

Anna, darling...

She said, "Where the
ingredients go in,

that's where the finished
product comes out."

Once, I tried to feel her breasts

but she wouldn't let me.

Oh! Look how you've grown, that's
three inches in this last year!

- We can't wear these skirts, mother.
- It was very kind of Bep.

- They're hideous.
- They're not that bad.

They look like potato sacks!

She used up all
her clothing coupons.

RAISED VOICES UPSTAIRS

Everything's wearing out.

Mother's corset's snapped,
things get broken

and we can't replace them.

And the Van Daans' money
is running out.

- Give that back!
- You're not selling it!

- Give that back!
- Over my dead body!

Why can't the firm pay for us?

It pays for the Franks!

It's his business, you stupid cow!
Give me that coat!

- What about his bicycle?
- No, Mother!

- What use is it to you here?
- I need it.

Oh, yes? Where exactly are
you planning to go?

- When the war is over...
- It's never going to be over!

We're going to be shot
like rats by the Nazis,

we're going to be blown to bits

while we're locked up
here like lepers.

Shut up!

Why didn't you get us out of
here before it was too late?

- We could've gone to America.
- Shut up!

- What are you grinning at?
- I'm not.

Staring at us, sniggering at us.

I'm not!

Why can't you stay in your
own bloody room?

She's just a fat, red-faced fishwife.

Added to that she's exceedingly
pushy, egotistical, cunning,

calculating, manipulative,
grasping, vain and coquettish.

Oh! If only I could
dump her in a bucket of water

and put her in the coal shed!

Aren't parents AWFUL?

Don't you mind it when they're
horrible to you?

- I probably deserve it. - No, you
don't! You should stand up to them.

They've always been like this.

You're too nice, that's your problem.

I haven't realised that
until recently.

I'm sorry I teased you.

It's all right.

When I called you a dimwit...

You're not. You just take your time.

I think that underneath it,
you're a really deep thinker.

Trouble is, I babble away and
then I could hit myself afterwards.

Nobody really understands me,

but then I don't really
understand myself.

I feel so lonely sometimes.

You?

Haven't you noticed?

Most of these potatoes are...

My parents are just as bad.
They treat me like a baby.

Even father does,
and I love him to bits.

And he's always siding with Margot.

Everybody loves Margot.

Well, of course, I do, too.

She's so beautiful, isn't she?

- Don't you think?
- I hadn't really thought about it.

That true?

Next time you go to get
the potatoes, can I come too?

Down to the warehouse?

Won't you be scared?

Not with you.

- I need a bra now.
- I don't think so.

Can I have one of yours?

I've only got two.

- You said they've got too small.
- But I haven't got anything else.

Please!

- OK.
- Really? - Mmm.

You like Peter, don't you?

Mm. Of course.

How much do you like him?

Well, more than you do,
that's for sure.

I wish you wouldn't snap
at him, Anne.

I know he's not very bright,

but he does have feelings.

Are you all right?

It feels so strange being this close
to the outside world.

You're so brave, coming down here.

It's my job.

And I have to bolt the doors
each night

and unbolt them again every morning.

Sometimes, when it's quiet,

I can hear
the warehousemen laughing.

They used to be my friends.

They used to give me sweets.

Mouschi. Mouschi!

CAT MEOWS

He always follows me down.

He loves you, that's why.

VEHICLE STOPS OUTSIDE

Go!

VOICES OUTSIDE

CHURCH BELLS RING

Peter and I have been coming to
the attic more and more, lately.

I think I'm falling in love with him,

but I don't know if he feels
the same way about me.

He's so shy.

BELLS RING

I think they're playing just
for us, don't you?

Sometimes I feel like a bird
whose wings have been ripped off.

I want to dance and whistle,
I want to look at the world

and feel young and free and not
worry whether or not I'm Jewish.

I just want to have some fun!

Everyone's always getting at me.

If I talk, I'm showing off.

If I don't talk I'm rude,
if I'm tired, I'm lazy.

Grown-ups are always like that.

We're going to be different,
aren't we?

I want to move to the East Indies
and live on a rubber plantation.

I'm going to be a dancer or famous
movie star, I can't decide which.

EXPLOSION

SECOND EXPLOSION

It's all right,
we've got a chaperone.

MOUSCHI MEOWS

Have you two got my cushion?

I'm sorry, Mr Dussel, it was
the only one we could find.

It'll be covered in fleas.

The cat didn't sit on it.

Can I have nothing to myself
in this place?

What a fusspot!

Let's give him a real surprise.

What?

Come on! Get something!

No, silly! He'll see.

GIGGLING

What are you two laughing about?

Anne?

I'm doing my best not to
chase after him all the time,

and to talk to him as little
as possible,

but it's not easy.

GLASS BREAKS

What was that?

Sshhh!

Oh, no! Oh, no! Putti!

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

What's happened?

The front door was
still bolted this morning.

I had to break a window to get in.

You stupid idiot!

Now the air-raid
warden'll think there's

been a burglary and call the police.

- The police?
- Sshh!

You're getting very careless
nowadays.

One little job,
and you can't even bloody do that!

Poor Peter, it gets worse and worse.

Mouschi's disappeared.

No-one's seen him since yesterday.

It's not your fault.

I'm useless, I'm stupid, I'm no
good at anything.

That's not true.

You're quite good at geography.

And now I've lost my cat!

You've got me.

Have you ever...

kissed anybody?

- No.
- No-one?

- Well, only mother and...
- I mean, a girl.

It's so crazy.

I'm half mad with desire for him,
and yet...

... I don't know.

Is he the right one?

I don't know.

SOBBING

Off to the attic again?

Oh, I'm just lending
Peter The Forsy the Saga.

Getting a lot of reading done
up there, are you?

Haven't you noticed?

RADIO: This is the BBC Home
and Forces Programme.

Here is the news, some of the best
news of the war so far.

John Snagg will read it to you.

The Italian armed
forces have surrendered

unconditionally and an
armistice has been granted.

Where's Anne and Peter?
They should be hearing this.

This news has been given by
General Eisenhower

in a broadcast from Algiers at 5.30
this afternoon...

So I'm not Miss Quack Quack any more?

I'm sorry I teased you.

You thought I was a little pest,
didn't you?

I used to be the class clown,
but I'm a different Anne now.

I like it when you smile.

- Why? - Because you've got
dimples on your cheeks.

I was born with them.

It's the only mark of beauty
I possess.

What? That's not true!

I know I'm not beautiful.

I never have been and
I never shall be.

I think you're very pretty.

You're my El Dorado.

That's a place, silly!
You can't call a person that.

Only joking.

PLANE FLIES OVERHEAD

- Goodnight, my dear.
- Goodnight, mother.

- Please be careful, my love.
- About what?

Peter's a very sensitive child.

And I'm not?

I just mean, he is rather
young for his age.

In many ways,
rather younger than you.

And he hasn't had your... advantages.

You know...

You know you can be rather demanding.

Demanding?

Well... enthusiastic.

I mean you pick things up and then
you suddenly get bored of them.

Is that all you can say, mother?

- Can't you be happy for me?
- Of course I am!

I just...

don't want him to be hurt.

You can be rather hurtful, you know.

Seems like you care more about
his feelings than you do about mine.

That's not true.

I want you to be happy,
more than anything in the world.

Doesn't sound like it.

I just don't want you to
grow up too fast.

Girls do nowadays.

Haven't you noticed? We're not
going to be the same as you.

We're going to live our own lives and
travel and have careers and...

EXPLOSION

... and we're going to make a better
job of it than you grown-ups did.

EXPLOSION AND GUNFIRE

ANOTHER EXPLOSION

Do you want to come into our room?

- I'm all right.
- Really?

Night night.

Margot?

Tell me honestly, do you mind?

Of course not!

I mean, you're nearer his age.

I've never thought of him like that.

I just wish you'd told me.

We used to tell each
other everything.

You could always come and
join us up in the attic.

- What?
- You'd be very welcome.

Don't be silly!

Night, Anne.

I wish I could get away from
our parents.

Do you think they've got bases
on the coast?

Of course!

I suppose sometimes they must put
petrol in and think it's full.

It's getting cold up here.

And so boring.

We've been shut up together so
long that everyone knows what

everyone else is going to say,
the punch line of every joke,

the end of every story.

We're driving each other crazy.

That is the stupidest comment
I've ever heard.

Why aren't the British carrying out
any bombing raids today?

Because the weather's bad.

Yes, but it was nice yesterday and
they weren't flying then, either.

Oh, shut up!

- Can't a person talk?
- Not in your case.

Mr Frank always answers HIS wife.

She doesn't talk such rubbish.

I'm only trying to make conversation.

And when she DOES talk, it's usually
something pleasant or useful.

Miep!

Every day our helpers arrive,
with the wind on their clothes

and the fresh air on their cheeks,
bringing us our freedom.

On Saturday, Miep's laden like a
pack mule with our library books.

Food comes in cycles.

Just now it's cabbage. Cabbage
with sand, cabbage without sand,

cabbage with mashed potatoes,
cabbage and mashed potato casserole.

But I don't mind.

All I think about is when I can
be alone again with Peter.

OTTO: Anna?

Annelies, dear, you're getting
very behind in your studies.

You don't want to find
yourself in the lower class

when you go back to school, do you?

No.

What is our motto?

Work and hope.

Your mother and I...

are getting a little concerned
about you.

- She doesn't understand!
- Shh!

Why can't you be nicer to her?
You make her very unhappy, you know.

Do you...

love this boy?

Do you think it's wrong?

No.

No. But when you're
living so close together,

as we do, you have to be careful.

Outside, things are quite different.

You can see other girls and boys,

you can take part in sports
and other activities.

But here, we're together
every moment of the day,

if you want to get away from
someone, you can't.

Things...

.. can get rather...

out of hand.

Time for your French.

I've been thinking a lot
about marriage lately.

Take my parents.

Their relationship
is supposed to be ideal -

no cross words, perfect agreement.

But father's not in love
with mother the way

she's in love with him.

He kisses her the way he kisses us.

I'm not going to have a marriage
like that.

Dear Pim, if only you knew how
unhappy and lonely I've been

this last year and a half,
with everybody

criticising me for everything I do...

Somebody's tried to
assassinate Hitler.

Come and listen to the wireless!

In a moment.

Nobody, not even you,
understands how I'm growing up.

I need to be free and now, after
a long struggle, the battle's over.

I don't need you,
or my mother, any more.

I don't want to live by your example.

I'm an independent person and
I'll behave the way I want to.

Nothing will keep me from
going up to the attic.

You'll either have to forbid it,
or trust me.

I'm not your little girl any more,
so please leave me alone!

Dinner's ready.

What's the matter, dear?

I'm just...

... reading about Pip's death.

What, again?

I've received many letters
in my lifetime.

But none as hurtful as this.

You've had so much love from us.

We've been always on your side,
however impossible you've been.

All this time,

I've encouraged you to be a writer,

so that...

you can write me this?

I can't help it!

I have to write what I feel!

- Otto!
- What's that?

They've come for us!

Ssh!

Otto...

- What is it?
- Shh.

What are you doing?
Quickly, upstairs.

Shh.

I think it's burglars.

- They'll tell the police!
You think thieves would give us away?

Yes.

- I'm going down.
- No, Pim, don't...!

It's all right, they've gone.

I need to check the front door.

Stay here and keep quiet.

Let me come, too.

Outside, things have got worse.

Everyone's hungry.

A week's food ration doesn't
last two days.

Little children steal whatever
they can lay their hands on.

Shops are ransacked, the Dutch have
turned into a nation of robbers.

I have to go to the toilet.

- So have I.
- You can't!

- Do you want me to do it
on the floor? - Ssh!

They're still here.
Into the bedroom, quickly.

- I have to go!
- No!

No, no!

We didn't dare move upstairs.

Every time we thought they'd
gone, another sound made

us shake with fear and
hold our breath once more.

I don't know how long we sat
there because

the Westerkerk bells have stopped.

I think they've been
melted down for the war.

I'm sorry.

They didn't find anything
worth stealing in the warehouse.

So they forced their way
into the offices.

What did they take?

Cash boxes,

the blank cheque books,

two typewriters and all
the sugar coupons.

I just feel so helpless up here!

You must've left the light on again.

- We did not!
- You MUST be more careful!

At least the police didn't
come up here.

I wish they would.

- What? - Well, at least we'd be
put out of our misery!

I can't stand this much longer!

I can't just sit here all day!

I can't breathe!

We've had to tighten up security.

During the week,
father and the other men

can't go downstairs any more,
to work in the back office.

We have to keep the windows shut,
though it's stifling hot.

I think you should
take two of these today.

What?

Your valerian tablets.

You just have to remember
all the suffering in the world.

Oh, for goodness SAKE!

Don't snap at your mother,
she's only trying to help.

And she's right.

At least we're not in Poland.

Do you know what's happening
to the Jews in Poland?

- Mr Dussel, please!
- Of course... I know!

I listen to the radio too.

They're being poisoned, by gas.

What have we done wrong?

Why does everyone hate us?

Why is it that there's one law for
Christians and another one for us?

It's like, if they do something
wrong, then it's just what they do,

but if you or I do something,
it somehow...

reflects on all Jews.
Isn't that crazy?

Your hair looks nice today.

You're not listening!

History cannot be written
on the basis of official decisions

and documents alone.

If our descendants are
to understand fully

what we as a nation
have had to endure,

then what we really need
are ordinary documents,

letters and diaries.

Not until we have succeeded
in bringing together

vast quantities of this simple,
everyday material,

will the picture of
our struggle for freedom

be painted in its full
depth and glory.

He's talking to you, my love.

But who'd want to listen
to my drivel?

It's not drivel, dear.

- Have you been reading it?
- Of course not.

I wish I could lock it up.

I've just heard what you've
read out to us.

And your short stories.
We all love them.

- I wish I could write like that.
- You?!

But... you're so clever!

Anna.

You could... keep it in there.

Thanks.

I know I can write, I'm sure I can.

After all,
I'm my own harshest critic.

I know what's good and what isn't.

Unless you write yourself, you
don't know how wonderful it is!

When I write,
all my sadness disappears.

But - and it's a big but -

will I ever be able
to write something great?

How long has this been going on?

- It's just a headache.
- Why didn't you tell me?

Because I knew you'd make a fuss!

The light here is so bad. I think
you need to have your eyes tested.

How on earth is she going to do that?

Have you heard the one about the
elephant and the pair of spectacles?

- Yes!
- ...Mr Van Daan.

It's 5 past 1.

This is the BBC Home Service.

Here is a special bulletin
read by John Snagg.

D-Day has come.

Early this morning,
the Allies began the assault

on the north-western face
of Hitler's European fortress.

The first official news came
just after half past nine...

It's started.

Supreme Headquarters
Of The Allied Expeditionary Force,

usually called "SHAEF"
from its initials,

issued...

Dear God, we're saved!

... communique number one.
This said...

Under the command of
General Eisenhower,

Allied Naval forces supported
by strong...

Those awful Germans have oppressed
us and threatened us for so long,

that the thought of friends and
salvation means everything.

Every day I feel myself maturing,
I feel liberation drawing near.

I feel the beauty of nature and the
goodness of the people around me.

What is it?

Sorry...

No, come in.

Anne.

It's just...

- Peter's been looking rather
woebegone lately. - Hm... Peter.

Don't you like him any more?

Of course I do, he's a sweet boy.

But...?

I'm nearly on the last page.

- What?
- Have you got any more paper?

- Anne. - I haven't got much time,
don't you see?

I have to DO this!

I don't want to be a movie star any
more, Margot, I want to be a writer!

He doesn't understand me.

He doesn't really
understand me at all.

I'm going to have
a different life to most girls.

I don't want to be like mother
or all those other women,

who have a family
and then they're forgotten.

I don't want to have lived
in vain like most people.

I want to go on living,
even after my death.

I want to train as a midwife
and go to Palestine.

You never told me.

You never asked.

- I get annoyed with our parents
too, you know. - You?!

But... but you're the good one.

- I have to be, don't I?
- What?

- You've no idea, have you?
- About what?

It's not easy trying to
keep the peace.

Somebody's got to do it
and it has to be me.

- You force me to do it.
- Force you?!

- I'm just your little sister.
- You...

I can't... I can't describe it.
You...

You suck up the oxygen.

I'm trying to live!
This is all we have!

- This annexe?
- This life.

I wish I could be like you.

I can see five silver bombers
going back now at terrific speed,

after doing
their little part of the job,

dropping their load of bombs on some

German gun position or fortification.

They're certainly giving those
gun positions everything possible.

I wish I had hands like yours.

They're the hands of a lady.

- Are they?
- Mmm.

Cherbourg has fallen.

The big Atlantic sea force at
the tip of the Normandy peninsula

is completely in American hands...

They'll be here by October.

We have Mr Churchill's word for it.

We'll have to look our best for him,
won't we, Mrs Frank?

But still they haven't come.
The waiting is killing us.

Anne!

Anna!

What?

Mr Kugler managed to get
hold of eight crates

of strawberries at the
produce auction.

All hands on deck!

We're making them into
jam for the office,

but a lot of them are
going into our mouths.

Before the Allies arrive, the Germans
are going to flood the country.

Well, that's what they're
saying in the papers.

Well, we shall just have to swim.

We'll put on our bathing
suits and swim underwater,

- so they can't see that we're Jews.
- Oh, yes?

I can just see the ladies doing that
with the rats biting their legs.

Putti!

I'll be all right,
I'll walk on stilts.

Stilts!?

I used to be a champion stilt
walker when I was young.

Were you?

I'll find a rowing boat and
row us all to safety.

Oh, will you?

Mmm.

Deep down, the young are
lonelier than the old.

It's hard for us in this mad world.

How can we hold onto our opinions

when ideals are being
shattered and destroyed?

When everyone's come to doubt
truth, justice and God?

I see the world being
transformed into a wilderness.

I hear the approaching thunder,
I feel the suffering of millions.

And yet... I somehow feel that
everything'll change for the better.

That, in spite of everything,
people are good at heart.

I couldn't warn you.
I'm so sorry, Mr Frank.

Raise your hands.

Hands up!

There's another one in here. A kid.

Come on, move!

Upstairs!

Come here, darling.

Raise your hands!

Eight of them. Who'd believe it?

How long have you been
hiding here?

Two years.

You have five minutes to pack a bag.

Thank you, Mr Dussel.

Are you ready, my dear?

Up, up!

Peter.

Come on!

Come on, let's go.

Peace in God.