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What?

What's that?

They've come for us.

Watch him.

What is he?

What are you doing? Quickly up stairs.

Sh.

I think it's burglars.

They'll tell the police.

You think thieves would give us away?

Yes.

I'm going down.

No.

It's all right. They've gone and I need

to check the front door.

Stay here. Keep quiet. Let me come too.

Outside, things have got worse.

Everyone's hungry. A week's food ration

doesn't last 2 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. You want me to do

it on the floor?

It's 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 Westerk bells have stopped.

I think they've been melted down for the

wall.

I'm sorry.

They didn't find anything worth stealing

in the warehouse,

so they forced the way into the offices.

What did they take?

Cash boxes,

the blank checkbooks,

two typewriters, and all the sugar

coupons.

I just feel so helpless up here.

You must have left the light on again.

We did not.

You must be more careful. At least the

police didn't come up here.

Oh, 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.

Can't breathe.

We've had to tighten up security.

During the week, father and the other

men can't go downstairs anymore 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 Valyrian tablets.

We just have to remember all the

suffering in the world.

Not for goodness sake.

Don't snap at your mother. She's only

trying to help. 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.

The food situation's getting worse. Come

to the annex if you want to get slim.

Do eat something, Anne.

We've had pickled kale for six days

running now. You wouldn't believe how it

stinks. Toilets and bad plums and rotten

eggs.

Dearest bet. Would you get me some nail

varnish?

How can you be so petty?

There is nothing

petty

about nail varnish.

Mr. Cougler,

I have some bad news. I'm afraid

the authorities are confiscating all the

radios.

Our beloved lifeline with its wondrous

voice is gone.

No bells chiming, no friendly BBC.

We sit here waiting for the allies to

come to our rescue, but all we get are

bombs.

I've taken to running up and down the

stairs to drown out the noise. Sometimes

that does the trick.

What have you got there?

My escape bag.

Where would you go?

But I mustn't give in to despair.

Today is mother's birthday and Miep has

managed to find some butter and bake a

cake.

Happy birthday.

Just giving Mr. But I'm down the biggest

slice.

Thank you.

As usual.

Thank you, dearest. I don't know how you

do it.

How noble and brave our helpers are.

Always cheerful. Never a complaint about

the burden we must be to them. Thank

you.

They've pulled us through up to now, and

we hope they will bring us safely to dry

land.

Me, tell us about your cousin's wedding

again.

Well, first we have vegetable soup with

meatballs. Then orders made with eggs

and roast beef.

Go on. Go on.

Cheese rolls. Ghetto.

What sort of ghetto?

Plum.

Oh,

and wine

and cigarettes. And I drank three

glasses of schnaps.

Coffee.

Real coffee and chocolates.

Cream a little bit.

Cake's not normally on the menu these

days. Our latest delicacy is pickilly.

If you're out of luck, all you get is a

jar of cucumber and mustard sauce.

Oh, Mr. Frank, I brought you this.

My wife had it hidden amongst her

clothes.

Thank you so much.

Don't tell Mr. Cougler.

No. No. Well, what's the secret radio

and there's already secret money and

secret juice.

Have some other news. Tomorrow I go into

hospital for an operation on my stomach.

Ro.

I'm so sorry.

That's all right. I'll be back within a

week.

But he wasn't.

After his operation, he was sent home.

He was in so much pain he couldn't come

back to work.

And thank you.

Poor Mr. Climman, father's dearest

friend, our ray of sunshine.

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 rarely

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 lord.

Points for material will be set out in

the coming week.

But who'd want to listen to my Dremel?

It's not Dremel, dear.

Have you been reading it?

Of course not. Wish I could lock it up.

Just heard what you've read out to us

and your short stories. We all love

them. Wish I could write like that. You

But you're so clever.

And

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 butt,

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.

Light in 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 paras?

Yes,

there.

It's 5 1.

This is the BBC home service. Here is a

special bulletin read by John Snag.

Dday has come. Early this morning, the

Allies began the assault on the

northwestern face of Hitler's European

fortress. The first official news came

just after 9. The

supreme headquarters of the Allied

expedition air usually called shape from

its initials issued communicate number

one. This said under the command of

General Eisenhower Allied naval forces

supported by strong air forces.

Those awful Germans have oppressed us

and threatened us for so long that the

thought of friends and salvation means

everything to us.

I've often been down in the dumps, but

never desperate. I look upon our life in

hiding as an interesting adventure, full

of danger and romance, and every

privation as an amusing addition to my

diary.

Hello.

Peter's beginning to lean on me, though,

and I don't want that. Now that I know

what I want to be, there's no time for

anything else.

It's hard enough standing on your own

two feet, but when you also have to stay

true to yourself, it's harder still.

Where are the potatoes?

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.

Come in.

And

it's just

Peter's been looking rather wobon

lately.

Peter.

Don't you like him anymore?

Of course I do. He's a sweet boy.

But maybe on the last page.

What?

Have you got any more paper?

An

I haven't got much time. Don't you see?

I have to do this. I don't want to be a

movie star anymore, 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.

Never told me.

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? Have 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

on this annex, this life.

I wish I could be like you.

And 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 guns additions

everything possible.

The invasion's still going splendidly

despite the miserable weather.

Here in the annex, we continue to

believe that any day now we might

finally be free.

Know the first thing I'm going to do?

What?

Eat a slice of chocolate cake with

whipped cream.

How about you, Mr. Frank?

I shall visit Mr. Climman.

Oh, really? Of course he would. Don't

you know my husband by now?

What about you, mother?

I would

have a cup of real coffee.

Oh, coffee.

I'm going to I'm going to have a hot

bath full to the brim.

Me, too. I'm going to lie in it for

hours.

What will you do, Peter?

I don't know.

I want to just wander about the streets.

I suppose

we all know what you're going to do, Mr.

Darcel.

They've dropped a bomb in the next

street. We're terrified this building's

going to go up in flames and we'll be

burnt alive before the allies rescue us.

Father's checking the fire

extinguishers.

It's all so crazy this war. Why are they

making bigger and bigger bombs and

people are starving? Why can't we just

live together peacefully?

You can talk.

What do you mean? You haven't exactly

been very nice to me.

I'm sorry, Peter.

Don't you think of anybody but yourself.

Wish I had hands like yours.

They're the hands of a lady.

Sherburgg has fallen. The big Atlantic

sea fort at the tip of the Normandy

Peninsula is completely in American

hands.

That'll be here by October.

Have Mr. Churchill's word for it.

We'll have to look our best for him.

Won't we Mrs. Frank

met in the center of the town this

morning exactly 3 weeks since the

opening of the second

disorganized German

but still they haven't come and the

waiting is killing us

an

Anna

Not

Mr. Cougler 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

under water so they can't see the

wedges.

Oh, yes. I can just see the ladies doing

that with the rats biting their legs.

Pooty,

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

Stilts?

I used to be a champion stilt walker

when I was young.

Will you?

I'll find a rowing boat and row us all

to safety.

Will you?

Beep's got me some more paper, but I can

hardly write on it. It's so thin and

gray.

Deep down, the young are lonierlier than

the old.

It's hard for us in this mad world.

How can we hold on to 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.

That's right.

And yet, I somehow feel that everything

will change for the better.

But in spite of everything, people are

good at heart. Right.

I couldn't warn you.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Frank.

Raise your hands.

Heads up.

There's another one in here. A key.

Come on. Move

upstairs.

Come here. Raise your hands.

Eight of them. would believe it. How

long have you been hiding here? Two

years.

You have 5 minutes to pack a bag.

Thank you, Mr. D.

Where'd you keep your valuables?

Under the bed.

Where did you get this from?

It's mine.

You fought in the war? Yes.

Yes, I fought for Germany.

Are you ready, my dear?

Up. Up.

Let's go.

Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, please come.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Next tonight, we're on another

picturesque railway walk with Julia

Bradbury here on the BBC HD panel.