[guide.chat] play anne frank scene 3 part 2
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- Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2012 18:20:25 -0000
The Diary of Anne Frank, continued
Anne (on the floor, listening). Shh! I can hear a man?s voice talking.
Mr. Van Daan (to ANNE). Isn?t it bad enough here without your sprawling all
over the place?
[ANNE sits up.]
Mrs. Van Daan (to MR. VAN DAAN). If you didn?t smoke so much, you wouldn?t be
so bad-tempered.
Mr. Van Daan. Am I smoking? Do you see me smoking?
Mrs. Van Daan. Don?t tell me you?ve used up all those cigarettes.
Mr. Van Daan. One package. Miep only brought me one package.
Mrs. Van Daan. It?s a filthy habit anyway. It?s a good time to break yourself.
Mr. Van Daan. Oh, stop it, please.
Mrs. Van Daan. You?re smoking up all our money. You know that, don?t you?
Mr. Van Daan. Will you shut up? (During this, MRS. FRANK and MARGOT have
studiously kept their eyes down. But ANNE, seated on the floor, has been
following the discussion interestedly. MR. VAN DAAN turns to see her staring up
at him.) And what are you staring at?
Anne. I never heard grown-ups quarrel before. I thought only children
quarreled.
Mr. Van Daan. This isn?t a quarrel! It?s a discussion. And I never heard
children so rude before.
Anne (rising, indignantly). I, rude!
Mr. Van Daan. Yes!
Mrs. Frank (quickly). Anne, will you get me my knitting? (ANNE goes to get it.)
I must remember, when Miep comes, to ask her to bring me some more wool.
Margot (going to her room). I need some hair-pins and some soap. I made a list.
(She goes into her bedroom to get the list.)
Mrs. Frank (to ANNE). Have you some library books for Miep when she comes?
Anne. It?s a wonder that Miep has a life of her own, the way we make her run
errands for us. Please, Miep, get me some starch. Please take my hair out and
have it cut. Tell me all the latest news, Miep. (She goes over, kneeling on the
couch beside MRS. VAN DAAN.) Did you know she was engaged? His name is Dirk,
and Miep?s afraid the Nazis will ship him off to Germany to work in one of
their war plants. That?s what they?re doing with some of the young Dutchmen . .
. they pick them up off the streets??
Mr. Van Daan (interrupting). Don?t you ever get tired of talking? Suppose you
try keeping still for five minutes. Just five minutes.
[He starts to pace again. Again ANNE follows him, mimicking him. MRS. FRANK
jumps up and takes her by the arm up to the sink and gives her a glass of
milk.]
Mrs. Frank. Come here, Anne. It?s time for your glass of milk.
Mr. Van Daan. Talk, talk, talk. I never heard such a child. Where is my . . . ?
Every evening it?s the same, talk, talk, talk. (He looks around.) Where is my .
. . ?
Mrs. Van Daan. What?re you looking for?
Mr. Van Daan. My pipe. Have you seen my pipe?
Mrs. Van Daan. What good?s a pipe? You haven?t got any tobacco.
Mr. Van Daan. At least I?ll have something to hold in my mouth! (Opening
MARGOT?s bedroom door) Margot, have you seen my pipe?
Margot. It was on the table last night.
[ANNE puts her glass of milk on the table and picks up his pipe, hiding it
behind her back.]
Mr. Van Daan. I know. I know. Anne, did you see my pipe? . . . Anne!
Mrs. Frank. Anne, Mr. Van Daan is speaking to you.
Anne. Am I allowed to talk now?
Mr. Van Daan. You?re the most aggravating . . . The trouble with you is, you?ve
been spoiled. What you need is a good old-fashioned spanking.
Anne (mimicking MRS. VAN DAAN). ?Remember, Mr. So-and-So, remember I?m a lady.?
(She thrusts the pipe into his mouth, then picks up her glass of milk.)
Mr. Van Daan (restraining himself with difficulty). Why aren?t you nice and
quiet like your sister Margot? Why do you have to show off all the time? Let me
give you a little advice, young lady. Men don?t like that kind of thing in a
girl. You know that? A man likes a girl who?ll listen to him once in a while .
. . a domestic girl, who?ll keep her house shining for her husband . . . who
loves to cook and sew and . . .
Anne. I?d cut my throat first! I?d open my veins! I?m going to be remarkable!
I?m going to Paris . . .
Mr. Van Daan (scoffingly). Paris!
Anne. . . . to study music and art.
Mr. Van Daan. Yeah! Yeah!
Anne. I?m going to be a famous dancer or singer . . . or something wonderful.
[She makes a wide gesture, spilling the glass of milk on the fur coat in MRS.
VAN DAAN?s lap. MARGOT rushes quickly over with a towel. ANNE tries to brush
the milk off with her skirt.]
Mrs. Van Daan. Now look what you?ve done . . . you clumsy little fool! My
beautiful fur coat my father gave me . . .
Anne. I?m so sorry.
Mrs. Van Daan. What do you care? It isn?t yours. . . . So go on, ruin it! Do
you know what that coat cost? Do you? And now look at it! Look at it!
Anne. I?m very, very sorry.
Mrs. Van Daan. I could kill you for this. I could just kill you!
[MRS. VAN DAAN goes up the stairs, clutching the coat. MR. VAN DAAN starts
after her.]
Mr. Van Daan. Petronella . . . liefje! Liefje! . . . Come back . . . the supper
. . . come back!
Mrs. Frank. Anne, you must not behave in that way.
Anne. It was an accident. Anyone can have an accident.
Mrs. Frank. I don?t mean that. I mean the answering back. You must not answer
back. They are our guests. We must always show the greatest courtesy to them.
We?re all living under terrible tension. (She stops as MARGOT indicates that
MR. VAN DAAN can hear. When he is gone, she continues.) That?s why we must
control ourselves. . . . You don?t hear Margot getting into arguments with
them, do you? Watch Margot. She?s always courteous with them. Never familiar.
She keeps her distance. And they respect her for it. Try to be like Margot.
Anne. And have them walk all over me, the way they do her? No, thanks!
Mrs. Frank. I?m not afraid that anyone is going to walk all over you, Anne. I?m
afraid for other people, that you?ll walk on them. I don?t know what happens to
you, Anne. You are wild, self-willed. If I had ever talked to my mother as you
talk to me . . .
Anne. Things have changed. People aren?t like that anymore. ?Yes, Mother.? ?No,
Mother.? ?Anything you say, Mother.? I?ve got to fight things out for myself!
Make something of myself!
Mrs. Frank. It isn?t necessary to fight to do it. Margot doesn?t fight, and
isn?t she . . . ?
Anne (violently rebellious). Margot! Margot! Margot! That?s all I hear from
everyone . . . how wonderful Margot is . . . ?Why aren?t you like Margot??
Margot (protesting). Oh, come on, Anne, don?t be so . . .
Anne (paying no attention). Everything she does is right, and everything I do
is wrong! I?m the goat around here! . . . You?re all against me! . . . And you
worst of all!
[She rushes off into her room and throws herself down on the settee, stifling
her sobs. MRS. FRANK sighs and starts toward the stove.]
Mrs. Frank (to MARGOT). Let?s put the soup on the stove . . . if there?s anyone
who cares to eat. Margot, will you take the bread out? (MARGOT gets the bread
from the cupboard.) I don?t know how we can go on living this way. . . . I
can?t say a word to Anne . . . she flies at me . . .
Margot. You know Anne. In half an hour she?ll be out here, laughing and joking.
Mrs. Frank. And . . . (She makes a motion upward, indicating the VAN DAANS.) .
. . I told your father it wouldn?t work . . . but no . . . no . . . he had to
ask them, he said . . . he owed it to him, he said. Well, he knows now that I
was right! These quarrels! . . . This bickering!
Margot (with a warning look). Shush. Shush.
[The buzzer for the door sounds. MRS. FRANK gasps, startled.]
Mrs. Frank. Every time I hear that sound, my heart stops!
Margot (starting for PETER?s door). It?s Miep. (She knocks at the door.)
Father?
[MR. FRANK comes quickly from PETER?s room.]
Mr. Frank. Thank you, Margot. (As he goes down the steps to open the outer
door) Has everyone his list?
Margot. I?ll get my books. (Giving her mother a list) Here?s your list. (MARGOT
goes into her and ANNE?s bedroom on the right. ANNE sits up, hiding her tears,
as MARGOT comes in.) Miep?s here.
[MARGOT picks up her books and goes back. ANNE hurries over to the mirror,
smoothing her hair.]
Mr. Van Daan (coming down the stairs). Is it Miep?
Margot. Yes. Father?s gone down to let her in.
Mr. Van Daan. At last I?ll have some cigarettes!
Mrs. Frank (to MR. VAN DAAN). I can?t tell you how unhappy I am about Mrs. Van
Daan?s coat. Anne should never have touched it.
Mr. Van Daan. She?ll be all right.
Mrs. Frank. Is there anything I can do?
Mr. Van Daan. Don?t worry.
[He turns to meet MIEP. But it is not MIEP who comes up the steps. It is MR.
KRALER, followed by MR. FRANK. Their faces are grave. ANNE comes from the
bedroom. PETER comes from his room.]
Mrs. Frank. Mr. Kraler!
Mr. Van Daan. How are you, Mr. Kraler?
Margot. This is a surprise.
Mrs. Frank. When Mr. Kraler comes, the sun begins to shine.
Mr. Van Daan. Miep is coming?
Mr. Kraler. Not tonight. (MR. KRALER goes to MARGOT and MRS. FRANK and ANNE,
shaking hands with them.)
Mrs. Frank. Wouldn?t you like a cup of coffee? . . . Or, better still, will you
have supper with us?
Mr. Frank. Mr. Kraler has something to talk over with us. Something has
happened, he says, which demands an immediate decision.
Mrs. Frank (fearful). What is it?
[MR. KRALER sits down on the couch. As he talks he takes bread, cabbages, milk,
etc., from his briefcase, giving them to MARGOT and ANNE to put away.]
Mr. Kraler. Usually, when I come up here, I try to bring you some bit of good
news. What?s the use of telling you the bad news when there?s nothing that you
can do about it? But today something has happened.... Dirk ... Miep?s Dirk, you
know, came to me just now. He tells me that he has a Jewish friend living near
him. A dentist. He says he?s in trouble. He begged me, could I do anything for
this man? Could I find him a hiding place? . . . So I?ve come to you . . . I
know it?s a terrible thing to ask of you, living as you are, but would you take
him in with you?
Mr. Frank. Of course we will.
Mr. Kraler (rising). It?ll be just for a night or two . . . until I find some
other place. This happened so suddenly that I didn?t know where to turn.
Mr. Frank. Where is he?
Mr. Kraler. Downstairs in the office.
Mr. Frank. Good. Bring him up.
Mr. Kraler. His name is Dussel . . .
Mr. Frank. Dussel . . . I think I know him.
Mr. Kraler. I?ll get him.
[He goes quickly down the steps and out. MR. FRANK suddenly becomes conscious
of the others.]
Mr. Frank. Forgive me. I spoke without consulting you. But I knew you?d feel as
I do.
Mr. Van Daan. There?s no reason for you to consult anyone. This is your place.
You have a right to do exactly as you please. The only thing I feel . . .
there?s so little food as it is . . . and to take in another person . . .
[PETER turns away, ashamed of his father.]
Mr. Frank. We can stretch the food a little. It?s only for a few days.
Mr. Van Daan. You want to make a bet?
Mrs. Frank. I think it?s fine to have him. But, Otto, where are you going to
put him? Where?
Peter. He can have my bed. I can sleep on the floor. I wouldn?t mind.
Mr. Frank. That?s good of you, Peter. But your room?s too small . . . even for
you.
Anne. I have a much better idea. I?ll come in here with you and Mother, and
Margot can take Peter?s room and Peter can go in our room with Mr. Dussel.
Margot. That?s right. We could do that.
Mr. Frank. No, Margot. You mustn?t sleep in that room . . . neither you nor
Anne. Mouschi has caught some rats in there. Peter?s brave. He doesn?t mind.
Anne. Then how about this? I?ll come in here with you and Mother, and Mr.
Dussel can have my bed.
Mrs. Frank. No. No. No! Margot will come in here with us and he can have her
bed. It?s the only way. Margot, bring your things in here. Help her, Anne.
[MARGOT hurries into her room to get her things.]
Anne (to her mother). Why Margot? Why can?t I come in here?
Mrs. Frank. Because it wouldn?t be proper for Margot to sleep with a . . .
Please, Anne. Don?t argue. Please.
[ANNE starts slowly away.]
Mr. Frank (to ANNE). You don?t mind sharing your room with Mr. Dussel, do you,
Anne?
Anne. No. No, of course not.
Mr. Frank. Good. (ANNE goes off into her bedroom, helping MARGOT. MR. FRANK
starts to search in the cupboards.) Where?s the cognac?
Mrs. Frank. It?s there. But, Otto, I was saving it in case of illness.
Mr. Frank. I think we couldn?t find a better time to use it. Peter, will you
get five glasses for me?
[PETER goes for the glasses. MARGOT comes out of her bedroom, carrying her
possessions, which she hangs behind a curtain in the main room. MR. FRANK finds
the cognac and pours it into the five glasses that PETER brings him. MR. VAN
DAAN stands looking on sourly. MRS. VAN DAAN comes downstairs and looks around
at all the bustle.]
Mrs. Van Daan. What?s happening? What?s going on?
Mr. Van Daan. Someone?s moving in with us.
Mrs. Van Daan. In here? You?re joking.
Margot. It?s only for a night or two . . . until Mr. Kraler finds him another
place.
Mr. Van Daan. Yeah! Yeah!
(Scene 3 page 2)
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