[guide.chat] play anne frank scene 3 part 1
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- Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2012 18:18:15 -0000
The Diary of Anne Frank, continued
SCENE 3
It is a little after six o?clock in the evening, two months later.
MARGOT is in the bedroom at the right, studying. MR. VAN DAAN is lying down in
the attic room above.
The rest of the ?family? is in the main room. ANNE and PETER sit opposite each
other at the center table, where they have been doing their lessons. MRS. FRANK
is on the couch. MRS. VAN DAAN is seated with her fur coat, on which she has
been sewing, in her lap. None of them are wearing their shoes.
Their eyes are on MR. FRANK, waiting for him to give them the signal which will
release them from their day-long quiet. MR. FRANK, his shoes in his hand,
stands looking down out of the window at the back, watching to be sure that all
of the workmen have left the building below.
After a few seconds of motionless silence, MR. FRANK turns from the window.
Mr. Frank (quietly, to the group). It?s safe now. The last workman has left.
[There is an immediate stir of relief.]
Anne (Her pent-up energy explodes.). WHEE!
Mrs. Frank (startled, amused). Anne!
Mrs. Van Daan. I?m first for the w.c.
[She hurries off to the bathroom. MRS. FRANK puts on her shoes and starts up to
the sink to prepare supper. ANNE sneaks PETER?s shoes from under the table and
hides them behind her back. MR. FRANK goes into MARGOT?s room.]
Mr. Frank (to MARGOT). Six o?clock. School?s over.
[MARGOT gets up, stretching. MR. FRANK sits down to put on his shoes. In the
main room PETER tries to find his.]
Peter (to ANNE). Have you seen my shoes?
Anne (innocently). Your shoes?
Peter. You?ve taken them, haven?t you?
Anne. I don?t know what you?re talking about.
Peter. You?re going to be sorry!
Anne. Am I?
[PETER goes after her. ANNE, with his shoes in her hand, runs from him, dodging
behind her mother.]
Mrs. Frank (protesting). Anne, dear!
Peter. Wait till I get you!
Anne. I?m waiting! (PETER makes a lunge for her. They both fall to the floor.
PETER pins her down, wrestling with her to get the shoes.) Don?t! Don?t! Peter,
stop it. Ouch!
Mrs. Frank. Anne! . . . Peter!
[Suddenly PETER becomes self-conscious. He grabs his shoes roughly and starts
for his room.]
Anne (following him). Peter, where are you going? Come dance with me.
Peter. I tell you I don?t know how.
Anne. I?ll teach you.
Peter. I?m going to give Mouschi his dinner.
Anne. Can I watch?
Peter. He doesn?t like people around while he eats.
Anne. Peter, please.
Peter. No!
[He goes into his room. ANNE slams his door after him.]
Mrs. Frank. Anne, dear, I think you shouldn?t play like that with Peter. It?s
not dignified.
Anne. Who cares if it?s dignified? I don?t want to be dignified.
[MR. FRANK and MARGOT come from the room on the right. MARGOT goes to help her
mother. MR. FRANK starts for the center table to correct MARGOT?s school
papers.]
Mrs. Frank (to ANNE). You complain that I don?t treat you like a grown-up. But
when I do, you resent it.
Anne. I only want some fun . . . someone to laugh and clown with . . . After
you?ve sat still all day and hardly moved, you?ve got to have some fun. I don?t
know what?s the matter with that boy.
Mr. Frank. He isn?t used to girls. Give him a little time.
Anne. Time? Isn?t two months time? I could cry. (Catching hold of MARGOT) Come
on, Margot . . . dance with me. Come on, please.
Margot. I have to help with supper.
Anne. You know we?re going to forget how to dance. . . . When we get out, we
won?t remember a thing.
[She starts to sing and dance by herself. MR. FRANK takes her in his arms,
waltzing with her. MRS. VAN DAAN comes in from the bathroom.]
Mrs. Van Daan. Next? (She looks around as she starts putting on her shoes.)
Where?s Peter?
Anne (as they are dancing). Where would he be!
Mrs. Van Daan. He hasn?t finished his lessons, has he? His father?ll kill him
if he catches him in there with that cat and his work not done. (MR. FRANK and
ANNE finish their dance. They bow to each other with extravagant formality.)
Anne, get him out of there, will you?
Anne (at PETER?s door). Peter? Peter?
Peter (opening the door a crack). What is it?
Anne. Your mother says to come out.
Peter. I?m giving Mouschi his dinner.
Mrs. Van Daan. You know what your father says. (She sits on the couch, sewing
on the lining of her fur coat.)
Peter. For heaven?s sake, I haven?t even looked at him since lunch.
Mrs. Van Daan. I?m just telling you, that?s all.
Anne. I?ll feed him.
Peter. I don?t want you in there.
Mrs. Van Daan. Peter!
Peter (to ANNE). Then give him his dinner and come right out, you hear?
[He comes back to the table. ANNE shuts the door of PETER?s room after her and
disappears behind the curtain covering his closet.]
Mrs. Van Daan (to PETER). Now is that any way to talk to your little
girlfriend?
Peter. Mother . . . for heaven?s sake . . . will you please stop saying that?
Mrs. Van Daan. Look at him blush! Look at him!
Peter. Please! I?m not . . . anyway . . . let me alone, will you?
Mrs. Van Daan. He acts like it was something to be ashamed of. It?s nothing to
be ashamed of, to have a little girlfriend.
Peter. You?re crazy. She?s only thirteen.
Mrs. Van Daan. So what? And you?re sixteen. Just perfect. Your father?s ten
years older than I am. (To MR. FRANK) I warn you, Mr. Frank, if this war lasts
much longer, we?re going to be related and then . . .
Mr. Frank. Mazel tov!
Mrs. Frank (deliberately changing the conversation). I wonder where Miep is.
She?s usually so prompt.
[Suddenly everything else is forgotten as they hear the sound of an automobile
coming to a screeching stop in the street below. They are tense, motionless in
their terror. The car starts away. A wave of relief sweeps over them. They pick
up their occupations again. ANNE flings open the door of PETER?s room, making a
dramatic entrance. She is dressed in PETER?s clothes. PETER looks at her in
fury. The others are amused.]
Anne. Good evening, everyone. Forgive me if I don?t stay. (She jumps up on a
chair.) I have a friend waiting for me in there. My friend Tom. Tom Cat. Some
people say that we look alike. But Tom has the most beautiful whiskers, and I
have only a little fuzz. I am hoping . . . in time . . .
Peter. All right, Mrs. Quack Quack!
Anne (outraged?jumping down). Peter!
Peter. I heard about you . . . how you talked so much in class they called you
Mrs. Quack Quack. How Mr. Smitter made you write a composition . . . ??Quack,
quack,? said Mrs. Quack Quack.?
Anne. Well, go on. Tell them the rest. How it was so good he read it out loud
to the class and then read it to all his other classes!
Peter. Quack! Quack! Quack . . . Quack . . . Quack . . .
[ANNE pulls off the coat and trousers.]
Anne. You are the most intolerable, insufferable boy I?ve ever met!
[She throws the clothes down the stairwell. PETER goes down after them.]
Peter. Quack, quack, quack!
Mrs. Van Daan (to ANNE). That?s right, Anneke! Give it to him!
Anne. With all the boys in the world . . . why I had to get locked up with one
like you! . . .
Peter. Quack, quack, quack, and from now on stay out of my room!
[As PETER passes her, ANNE puts out her foot, tripping him. He picks himself up
and goes on into his room.]
Mrs. Frank (quietly). Anne, dear . . . your hair. (She feels ANNE?s forehead.)
You?re warm. Are you feeling all right?
Anne. Please, Mother. (She goes over to the center table, slipping into her
shoes.)
Mrs. Frank (following her). You haven?t a fever, have you?
Anne (pulling away). No. No.
Mrs. Frank. You know we can?t call a doctor here, ever. There?s only one thing
to do . . . watch carefully. Prevent an illness before it comes. Let me see
your tongue.
Anne. Mother, this is perfectly absurd.
Mrs. Frank. Anne, dear, don?t be such a baby. Let me see your tongue. (As ANNE
refuses, MRS. FRANK appeals to MR. FRANK.) Otto . . . ?
Mr. Frank. You hear your mother, Anne.
[ANNE flicks out her tongue for a second, then turns away.]
Mrs. Frank. Come on?open up! (As ANNE opens her mouth very wide) You seem all
right . . . but perhaps an aspirin . . .
Mrs. Van Daan. For heaven?s sake, don?t give that child any pills. I waited for
fifteen minutes this morning for her to come out of the w.c.
Anne. I was washing my hair!
Mr. Frank. I think there?s nothing the matter with our Anne that a ride on her
bike or a visit with her friend Jopie de Waal wouldn?t cure. Isn?t that so,
Anne?
[MR. VAN DAAN comes down into the room. From outside we hear faint sounds of
bombers going over and a burst of ack-ack.]
Mr. Van Daan. Miep not come yet?
Mrs. Van Daan. The workmen just left, a little while ago.
Mr. Van Daan. What?s for dinner tonight?
Mrs. Van Daan. Beans.
Mr. Van Daan. Not again!
Mrs. Van Daan. Poor Putti! I know. But what can we do? That?s all that Miep
brought us.
[MR. VAN DAAN starts to pace, his hands behind his back. ANNE follows behind
him, imitating him.]
Anne. We are now in what is known as the ?bean cycle.? Beans boiled, beans en
casserole, beans with strings, beans without strings . . .
[PETER has come out of his room. He slides into his place at the table,
becoming immediately absorbed in his studies.]
Mr. Van Daan (to PETER). I saw you . . . in there, playing with your cat.
Mrs. Van Daan. He just went in for a second, putting his coat away. He?s been
out here all the time, doing his lessons.
Mr. Frank (looking up from the papers). Anne, you got an ?excellent? in your
history paper today . . . and ?very good? in Latin.
Anne (sitting beside him). How about algebra?
Mr. Frank. I?ll have to make a confession. Up until now I?ve managed to stay
ahead of you in algebra. Today you caught up with me. We?ll leave it to Margot
to correct.
Anne. Isn?t algebra vile, Pim!
Mr. Frank. Vile!
Margot (to MR. FRANK). How did I do?
Anne (getting up). Excellent, excellent, excellent, excellent!
Mr. Frank (to MARGOT). You should have used the subjunctive here. . . .
Margot. Should I? . . . I thought . . . look here . . . I didn?t use it here. .
. .
[The two become absorbed in the papers.]
Anne. Mrs. Van Daan, may I try on your coat?
Mrs. Frank. No, Anne.
Mrs. Van Daan (giving it to ANNE). It?s all right . . . but careful with it.
(ANNE puts it on and struts with it.) My father gave me that the year before he
died. He always bought the best that money could buy.
Anne. Mrs. Van Daan, did you have a lot of boyfriends before you were married?
Mrs. Frank. Anne, that?s a personal question. It?s not courteous to ask
personal questions.
Mrs. Van Daan. Oh, I don?t mind. (To ANNE) Our house was always swarming with
boys. When I was a girl, we had . . .
Mr. Van Daan. Oh, God. Not again!
Mrs. Van Daan (good-humored). Shut up! (Without a pause, to ANNE. MR. VAN DAAN
mimics MRS. VAN DAAN, speaking the first few words in unison with her.) One
summer we had a big house in Hilversum. The boys came buzzing round like bees
around a jam pot. And when I was sixteen! . . . We were wearing our skirts very
short those days and I had good-looking legs. (She pulls up her skirt, going to
MR. FRANK.) I still have ?em. I may not be as pretty as I used to be, but I
still have my legs. How about it, Mr. Frank?
Mr. Van Daan. All right. All right. We see them.
Mrs. Van Daan. I?m not asking you. I?m asking Mr. Frank.
Peter. Mother, for heaven?s sake.
Mrs. Van Daan. Oh, I embarrass you, do I? Well, I just hope the girl you marry
has as good. (Then, to ANNE) My father used to worry about me, with so many
boys hanging round. He told me, if any of them gets fresh, you say to him . . .
?Remember, Mr. So-and-So, remember I?m a lady.?
Anne. ?Remember, Mr. So-and-So, remember I?m a lady.? (She gives MRS. VAN DAAN
her coat.)
Mr. Van Daan. Look at you, talking that way in front of her! Don?t you know she
puts it all down in that diary?
Mrs. Van Daan. So, if she does? I?m only telling the truth!
[ANNE stretches out, putting her ear to the floor, listening to what is going
on below. The sound of the bombers fades away.]
Mrs. Frank (setting the table). Would you mind, Peter, if I moved you over to
the couch?
Anne (listening). Miep must have the radio on.
[PETER picks up his papers, going over to the couch beside MRS. VAN DAAN.]
Mr. Van Daan (accusingly, to PETER). Haven?t you finished yet?
Peter. No.
Mr. Van Daan. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Peter. All right. All right. I?m a dunce. I?m a hopeless case. Why do I go on?
Mrs. Van Daan. You?re not hopeless. Don?t talk that way. It?s just that you
haven?t anyone to help you, like the girls have. (To MR. FRANK) Maybe you could
help him, Mr. Frank?
Mr. Frank. I?m sure that his father . . . ?
Mr. Van Daan. Not me. I can?t do anything with him. He won?t listen to me. You
go ahead . . . if you want.
Mr. Frank (going to PETER). What about it, Peter? Shall we make our school
coeducational?
Mrs. Van Daan (kissing MR. FRANK). You?re an angel, Mr. Frank. An angel. I
don?t know why I didn?t meet you before I met that one there. Here, sit down,
Mr. Frank . . . (She forces him down on the couch beside PETER.) Now, Peter,
you listen to Mr. Frank.
Mr. Frank. It might be better for us to go into Peter?s room.
[PETER jumps up eagerly, leading the way.]
Mrs. Van Daan. That?s right. You go in there, Peter. You listen to Mr. Frank.
Mr. Frank is a highly educated man.
[As MR. FRANK is about to follow PETER into his room, MRS. FRANK stops him and
wipes the lipstick from his lips. Then she closes the door after them.]
(Scene 3 page 1)
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