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42 40 49 50 Morning and ice 52 53 54

Mr. Dustel is a champion sportsman,

don't you know? He's so old. He likes to

keep himself trim, unlike some people I

could mention. You don't have to sleep

with him.

And he snores.

Morning,

Mr. Dustel.

Good morning, everybody.

How's the rib, Mrs. Ba?

Oh, very painful, Mr. Dussel. She's

suddenly taking up exercises.

Get rid of her flat bottom. I suppose

just just here. Just

Mr. Dustel is a trained medic. Puty,

we're uh we're lucky to have another

expert on the premises.

That's why my friend, Mr. Frank, hired

me. Think these should see us through

the winter.

Oh, I wish you didn't have to sell

spices. Why couldn't you have chosen

something nice like sweets?

In wartime and spices are more essential

than ever to preserve meat and to flavor

its substitutes. And and so is pectin

for making jam at home.

She knows that, Mr. Dustell. 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.

Well, I'll be the contracts prepared for

tomorrow. I think

the negotiations were long and boring.

Mr. Climman and Mr. Cougler 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.

Shh.

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.

Mr. Climman,

I said I'd left the key to the annex 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 green Chris is gone.

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'll get extra vegetables. He's a good

man. I trust him completely.

Are you going to stay?

I've got to get home.

me.

You make sure she gets it.

Of course, Mr. Dustle,

please give her all my love.

I always do. She asked me to give you

this.

There's a letter inside.

Thank you.

Mr. Dussell is slipping lower and lower

in my estimation and he's already below

zero.

Pim, you've got to say something. Mad,

please.

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

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

Meep in danger. If they catch her,

she'll be tortured. What if his darling

Lot tells somebody? What if Meep gets

followed back here?

Look, Mr. Dustel's fiance has no idea

where he is. She thinks he's hiding in

the countryside. Oh, Anna, dear as I 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.

She's right.

You shouldn't be doing it.

The Allies are pushing ahead, but

there's no end in sight. Mr. Churchill's

had pneumonia, but he's better. Thank

goodness.

Gandhi, the champion of Indian freedom,

is on one of his teenth hunger strikes.

outside. It's the most beautiful day.

What's the letter? Look how much butter

she's given us. A letters.

Say something to her. I can't. You

shout at me. Why don't you shout at her?

I can't.

I've cut myself a drift from her. I have

no choice because I can picture what a

mother and a wife should be and can't

seem to find anything of the sort in the

woman I'm supposed to call mother.

Excuse me. It's my turn.

I'm going to borrow a dictionary.

It's not just them who are greedy. Look

at this.

He's been hoarding all this. The stingy

old miser after all we've done for him.

And the staff who are risking their

lives for us, they haven't got enough

food either. Mr. Kimman needs oranges

for his bad stomach.

I do try to like him. Really, I do. But

he keeps lecturing me. I'm worse than

that telling tales to mother. So, she

starts lecturing me all over again. And

if I'm really lucky, Mrs. Van muscles in

and has another go.

Could you hurry up?

Use the potty.

And his excellency is always wanting to

use the lavatory four or five times a

day. He sits in there for hours.

To whom it may concern, Mr. Dussell's

toilet timetable. Mornings from 7:15 to

7:30 a.m. Afternoons after 1:00 p.m.

What are you up to?

Nothing.

Otherwise, only as needed.

Is there any place you can be alone?

Don't you hate him, too? I feel sorry

for him. I'm stop being such a goody

goodie.

Going to get my revenge on him. You wait

and see. I'm going to unscrew the light

bulbs and hide his clothes.

You don't have to live with him.

What are you up to?

What do you think, idiot?

We're just filling gravy packets with

downstairs.

It's terribly boring. the sort of work

they do in prisons. But we want to be

helpful, of course. But it's so hard

sometimes being helpful, being sensible,

tiptoeing around everybody, holding my

tongue when I want to scream and shout.

Germans have

I don't know how long I can bear it

without exploding.

That measure of fire and steel

which they have so oftened out to

others.

Ah, this is not the end.

Uh, it is not even the beginning of the

end, but it is perhaps the end of the

beginning.

Hands forward.

This war seems to be going on forever.

Not

equally.

Are you asleep?

No.

Say something cheerful,

please.

which is worth

snoring and gasping for air.

Always got your nose in a book, haven't

you, young miss?

Oh, Mr. Dussels using my desk.

Hey,

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. Then you wouldn't talk so much

rubbish. Man,

you said Mr. Dustle was only going to

stay for a few weeks.

But now me and Yang can never spend the

night with us.

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.

I don't know how you put up with it. If

she were my daughter,

don't you get sarcastic with me.

Oh, I don't know. These modern girls.

Margot, stick up for me.

Marggo reads just as much as I do.

Margot doesn't answer back.

She was such a good baby. Slept all

through the night.

Oh, just like my Peter, didn't you, pet?

And he learned to use the potty at 18

months.

Mother

R. Peter's a good boy. He might not be

an intellectual like you, but he's going

to 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 anymore.

That's not true.

You'll say, "Oh, I read that in some

book 20 years ago, so you better hurry

if you want to catch yourself a husband

or fall in love since everything's 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?

Cuz she's always agreed with Mr.

Beaverbrook on the whales.

What does Mr. Beaverbrook say?

Haven't you been listening, Dwit? 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.

Where did you find it? Give it back.

Box by Anne Frank six as punishment

talking in class. Quack quack quack at

Mistress Chatterback.

You stole my pencil.

Never seen your stupid pencil.

Ow.

Oh, what's the hurry? Having fun? Could

anyone join in?

Is my desk free now?

Of course.

Still all sticky.

Had to wash it with soap.

Mrs. Van's got some shampoo. I saw it in

her cupboard.

I really don't know what we're

celebrating.

Mother, we've got a lot to be thankful

for.

Like what?

Well, we've got enough to eat. We got

each other. We've got the kindest and

bravest helpers in the world.

You sound just like your father.

Well, at least he's not always moaning

all the time and snapping at me. Oh,

and he's not always siding with Margo.

There's another tooth gone.

Was it really that difficult as a baby?

You were rather tiring, dear.

I can't help it. It's just how I am.

I'm sorry. Is Mushi in here?

I've got to lock him in the attic

because of the fleas.

And then Hanukkah arrived.

We sh

Excuse me.

Mushy,

come on.

He peed on the floor.

Got his litter tray.

Idiot.

Quack. Quack.

The food shortages are getting worse. B.

Bought me these sandals, but my feet are

freezing.

Beep's coming up from the office to eat

with us every lunchtime at the moment. I

don't know how she stands it. Mr. Van's

in a filthy temper because he can't get

enough cigarettes. In fact, everyone's

been getting on everyone else's nerves.

My father

simply adored me. He gave me lots of

tips for the boys. He told me, "If a

gentleman gets fresh with you, just say,

"Remember, sir, I'm a lady."

Beep understands. Don't you, dear? I'm

sure you have lots of bow.

Leave the girl alone.

She doesn't mind, do you, dear? Would

you like more soup?

Oh, you've got a good appetite, haven't

you? I don't suppose there's enough to

eat in your house. What with all those

brothers and sisters and your father off

sick? Would you like more soup, Margar?

No, thank you.

Oh, watching you wait, are you, dear?

Will you stop this stupid chatter?

Hurry up.

Wish my hair was blonde.

Isn't she pretty?

When I grab I'm going to be in the

movies.

Can I have a look? You wouldn't be

interested.

She's such a swat.

I heard that.

I know she's my sister, but we haven't

got anything in common.

If we weren't cooped up here, we'd

hardly speak to each other.

I bet you're so lucky.

You can go out and breathe the fresh air

and go skating and eat ice cream with

your friends.

Miss my friends so much.

I just sit at my desk all day. Then I go

home and help mother.

You're so lucky.

Anyway, it's winter.

There's no ice cream.

It's half 1

and

what have you said to Marco?

Nothing.

She's very upset.

I'm not upset, Pim. It's so unfair.

It's 20 to 6. Miss Dustel, 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 have use of it for an hour and a

half, 5 days a week, and during my nap.

But you have it twice as much as me.

And why is that?

Because I'm a professional, not a little

girl.

I am not a little girl. An

could you help with the potatoes?

Mother, please stick up for me.

No more arguments, please.

It's so unfair.

Stop it, Anne.

Why do you make everything into such a

drama? I'm so sorry, Mr. Dussell.

Who side are you on?

When you first came here, Mr. Dustel,

when you first came here, we agreed that

the room would be shared by the two of

us. Logically, that would mean that I

would have the morning and you would

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

Helen.

Well, you could always work in the

laboratory. You spend long enough in

there.

Oh, sorry.

What is it, dear?

It's Mr. Dussel.

Um,

can we speak later? We We only have half

an hour. Mr. Cougler has to go. Oh,

well, wait a moment. Um, will you excuse

me, Mr. Cougler?

What is it, darling?

Please say something to Mr. Dussell.

Mother won't help. He's being horrible

as usual.

Oh, come on.

I know it's a difficult situation. You

need your privacy to study and and so

does my daughter.

Uh

good old father.

If I may say so, Mr. Frank.

She's a very

headstrong child. You see, if it were

Margo, 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.

Dussell. 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 god, I love you more than anybody

else in the world.

What about your mother?

She doesn't love me like you do.

Anna, that's not true.

Mr. Dustle sulked for 2 days.

So childish of him, don't you think?

Sundays are so lonely without our

helpers.

outside. Things are getting worse.

Meat 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 meat, thank you so much.

It's a pleasure. I hope.

And to add to our woes, Mr. Dussell has

started work.

Keep quiet, woman. I'll hear you in the

street.

Somebody come to help.

Somebody, please.

Now open up again and relax.

All right.

Done.

Next.

Night. Night night. What are you doing?

My Latin. Didn't you ever stop studying?

You don't understand, do you?

What?

It's the only way I can survive.

Why don't you put this on your bed?

I'm fine.

Why can't I make you love me?

Gracias pursu. Buud,

that's not Hebrew.

No, it's Spanish.

Spanish?

Yes, it means thank you for your help

today.

Is that what you're studying?

So, I've reached level three.

You see,

when the war's over,

Charlotte and I plan to immigrate to

South America.

You never told me.

No.

Bonus notches.

Bonus bonuses.

And the diary of Anne Frank continues

here on the BBC HD channel tomorrow at

7. Next tonight, Julia Bradbury steps

out on another railway walk.