The Diary of Anne Frank

- 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...