Original subtitles

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

GROOTENDORST: Don't move.

We know that you are hiding Jews here.

- MIEP: Max? - I need your help.

Nobody moves!

See you after the war.

The Nazis are taking more and more people every day.

EDITH: I have this bad feeling, Miep. I can't shake it.

- Open it. - (VICTOR WHISTLES)

- (DOOR OPENS) - Wait. Wait. Please. No.

- KARL: Is it just the two of you in here? - Wait.

MIEP: (IN GERMAN) You're from Vienna! I'm from Vienna, too.

(IN ENGLISH) Why are you doing this? What the hell am I supposed

- to do with you now? - MIEP: Please, just leave the girls.

You can stay. I am doing this as a favor to you.

MIEP: I've worked out what to do. We bribe him. We buy the Franks back.

We're gonna need a lot of money.

MIEP: If I don't try everything I possibly can...

I don't think I'll be able to live with myself.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- Synced and corrected by naFraC - - www.addic7ed.com -

- (MUSIC CONCLUDES) - Hello.

- I'm looking for a Nazi officer. - CRIMINAL ASSISTANT: Name?

Oh, mine? Or... or his?

I... I don't know his name. He's... he's tall, reddish-blonde hair...

What would you like me to do? Go around and check hair color?

He was in charge of an arrest two days ago at 263 Prinsengracht.

It's urgent that I speak to him.

(IN GERMAN) Sir. Good morning!

Is there something I can do for you?

(IN GERMAN) You can get me a prison cell. We're bringing in more Jews.

I'm told the cells downstairs are full.

(IN GERMAN) Yes, they're trying to get the prisoners processed

so they can be transferred.

KURT: (IN GERMAN) Trying?

What is trying? Just process them.

CRIMINAL ASSISTANT: (IN GERMAN) Yes, I misspoke...

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(IN ENGLISH) What are you doing here?

I know my friends are being held here.

This bag contains a lot of money.

Let them go and it's yours.

First, my friends.

I could have you arrested.

Then you'd have to explain why you didn't arrest me the other day.

How dare you come here and talk to me like this?

How would you explain it?

"She's from Vienna, so am I. So I saw her as a person. I took pity."

- Get out. - Take pity on my friends.

I realize it's a big risk for you, I do. But they are people, too.

They're fathers, and mothers, and children. Children.

The Allies are nearly at the gate,

and it will be you being arrested one day soon.

Wouldn't you like to have me vouch for you at your trial?

"In the end, he did the right thing. He saved the lives of eight people."

(IN GERMAN) Silberbauer, where are the transfer papers

for those eight Jews you arrested?

(IN GERMAN) Sir, I was just working on them.

(IN GERMAN) Were you?

It seems like you're dithering around.

Who are you?

(IN GERMAN) She's just leaving.

(IN GERMAN) Good. The transfer papers within the hour then.

KARL: Yes, sir!

- (IN ENGLISH) You have to go. - My friends...

- No. - I'm begging you.

I did not arrest you the other day because you are nothing.

You are nobody. Now, go.

Sir? Sir, sir. Um, excuse me, sir, I... I overheard you saying

that the cells are crowded, and I... I think I can help.

Y... your subordinate recently brought in a group of people

who I'd... I'd happily pay to be released.

I'll tell no one. You'll be protected.

I'm sorry, who did you say you were?

I'm a friend of... of ten very good

people who are being held downstairs.

- Jews? - Uh, most of them, yes.

Well, then they're really not good people, are they?

This bag... this bag contains a lot of money.

- It's yours if... - You're bribing me?

You're bribing an officer to release Jews?

One of them was an officer himself, in the Great War, Otto Frank.

He was decorated, a lieutenant, look him up.

Let me see that money.

You.

Remove this woman from the building, please.

What? What? Where's your conscience? Where are your morals?

Get off.

Let me go! (BREATHING HEAVILY)

JAN: Miep. Miep, come on.

- But you weren't... - It's okay.

- ... you weren't supposed to... to come. - I was going out of my mind at home.

I was afraid they were gonna arrest you, too.

- I was about to go in looking for you. - They took... they took the money.

- Now, they have our friends and our money. - Hey. Don't... don't cry.

- And they're in there. - No.

- They're in there. We can't help them. - Don't let them see you cry, please.

Don't let them see you cry.

- Okay? - PULS REMOVAL MAN: Hurry up.

- We have three more pick-ups today. - Let's go home.

Wait. It's... it's Puls. Okay. We have to go.

We have to go and get everything before they take it.

- Okay. Come on. - Yeah.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

Bep!

I wasn't sure whether to come in.

Do you have keys for the annex?

I know the Nazis took them, but I made another set.

Uh, Mr. Kleiman had them. But the Nazis said not to go up.

- Let's look in Kleiman's desk. - Yes.

Wait. He hid them in... in a file.

He had a system, remember? We made fun of him.

Oh, yes. Um...

Key. Key to his heart.

Apple pie. Pie chart.

BOTH: Florence Nightingale!

- How'd you get Florence Nightingale? - MIEP: Florence Nightingale,

she, um, invented the pie chart or something. I don't know. He's weird.

Got them.

- But the Nazis said... - JAN: Bep, come on.

We shouldn't be here.

We have to find any valuables and hide them before Puls gets here.

We can do this faster if we all work together.

MIEP: I'll check upstairs. You two, check the bedrooms.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

ANNE: Miep!

I'm writing about everyone. (CHUCKLES)

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

They emptied Mr. Frank's briefcase.

To steal all the valuables.

Really not much left.

They've taken all the silver and the money.

(MIEP SIGHS)

Wait.

Wait, this... this is Anne's diary.

Um, she kept it in his briefcase.

Well... Collect up the papers quickly.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Bep, don't read that.

But I see my name, she wrote something about me.

Yeah, probably about how nosy you are.

It's Anne's. It's private.

All right. (SIGHS)

All locked up.

Now, what do we do?

(MILD TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)

_

MIEP: Thanks, Bep.

(SIGHS) Katrien, these files are the only clients we have left.

I need you to start generating new business.

How can I sell pectin?

The Germans have cut off all food supplies to Amsterdam.

There's no fruit to make jam.

How does my hair look?

- It... it looks fine? - No, it looks better than fine.

It looks thick and shiny. You wanna know why?

Because I've been eating pectin. Teaspoon every morning.

It's helping with my nails, too.

So, there's no fruit? Sell pectin as a beauty aid.

Sell it to help with stomach cramps, sell it to help with heartburn.

- Does it help heartburn? - It might.

The point is, I just need you to sell it.

We have five standing clients left.

- I need you to go door to door. - Maybe it's time to give up, Miep.

Sell the business.

My husband knows a man in Germany who might buy it.

We could split the profits among all of us.

Mr. Frank is gone. Do you really think he's coming back?

MIEP: It's your severance. You can go.

I'm just being honest because I care about you...

No, can you please just leave before I physically remove you?

- (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) - (EXHALES SHAKILY)

(MIEP SIGHS)

KLEIMAN: How's it going, Madam Director?

He just walked in like he never left!

Kugler and I were sent to a camp in Amersfoort for political prisoners.

I was released by the Red Cross a few days ago because of my health.

(CHUCKLES) I've never been so happy to have an ulcer.

(CHUCKLES)

And the others?

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

I haven't seen them since the day of the arrest.

The camp I was in was bad.

I can't imagine the place they were sent.

I'm worried.

I'm really worried.

They're strong.

- They are, they're strong. - (KLEIMAN SIGHS)

So are you.

You managed to keep this place going.

Oh, well. (SIGHS)

We're teetering on penniless, and I just fired my best salesperson.

- Well, the Allies will... - If you say they're almost here,

I will actually strangle you. Sorry, it's just...

I've been hearing that for months now,

and they bypass Amsterdam altogether

and just push straight to Germany.

The Nazis left here, know that they've lost, but they're angry,

so they're taking it out on us. And there's no food.

Literally none.

And now, they're rounding up all the Dutch men,

sending them to work camps, so Jan's staying inside.

Now, it's just the women who have to keep everything going.

KLEIMAN: Well...

now you've got an old, sick man to help you.

Good.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

MIEP: They are strong, Mr. Kleiman.

They'll survive.

Now, we just have to.

Thank you.

You can start.

Do you like it?

It's not bad.

Someone told me that tulip bulbs have

more nutrients in them than potatoes.

(COUGHS)

Was it a Nazi who told you that?

You don't like it?

Ah, well, it's... it's a tulip bulb soup, Miep.

I know we have to eat something, but...

we don't have to pretend we like it, do we?

I like it.

Hmm.

Do you know what I like?

I like watching you pretend to like it.

- Mm. - (CHUCKLES)

(BOTH LAUGH)

- (COUGHS) - Oh, my God, it tastes like dirt.

It tastes like actual dirt.

(CHUCKLES) It tastes like if dirt had gone off.

- (SIGHS) We are eating rotten dirt. - (CHUCKLES)

(SNIFFLES, CRIES)

Why are you crying?

- Miep. - (SNIFFLES)

I'm sorry, just... I tried so hard to get food today.

- And I, um, walked... walked for hours... - Just relax.

... from farm to farm, and then I... I used the rest of the newspaper

- to make this really horrible soup. - That's okay.

And now, we can't make a fire because there's no firewood.

(SIGHS) Wait there.

What are you doing?

- (JAN GRUNTS) - What are you doing?

- Making firewood. - But that's Mrs. Stoppelman's chair.

And now it's our fire. (GROANS)

- Jan! - No. No.

I'm not sitting here watching my wife freeze.

It's bad enough I have to hide in the house

while you're out getting my food for me. No.

I'm doing this. I need to do something. I'm doing this.

- (BREATHES HEAVILY) - (AIRCRAFT ENGINE ROARING)

Oh.

I was just... I'm not even gonna bother going under the table,

I almost want a German bomb to take me out.

- Oh, my God. - No, no. Uh, Jan, I'm joking. I'm joking.

- Come inside, get under the table. - It's not an air raid. Look.

It's not an air raid. Come on, Miep. Come.

Jan!

Miep! Come on.

- FEMALE VOICE: Wait, what do we do? - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(JAN LAUGHS)

- MALE VOICE: It's a food drop! - MIEP: It's the Allies!

- Got beans! - Sugar! Sugar! (CHUCKLES)

- Chocolate! - (GASPS)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXHALES SHARPLY, CHUCKLES)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CHEERS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(JOVIAL MUSIC PLAYING)

- O... over there. - All right. This way.

Come on, come on, let's go.

(CHUCKLES)

♪ Come on and give it all you've got ♪

♪ Watch the birdie, just look around and pick a spot and hold it ♪

(ALL CHEER)

♪ Watch the birdie ♪

♪ Just strike a funny pose a while ♪

♪ Watch the birdie or you can beat that pose a mile ♪

♪ Watch the birdie ♪

Is Hitler really dead?

JAN: Do you think the Germans would have surrendered

if the bastard wasn't dead?

- MIEP: Do you think he's really dead? - The deadest!

MIEP: (SQUEALS) Jan! Jan!

- (LAUGHS) - (MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

JAN: Hello, there.

I'm sorry, we have no food to spare.

JAN: I'm not here for food.

My name is Jan Gies.

Are you...

Therese Van Denberg?

I am.

I work with the students at Amsterdam University.

They said I could find Liddy Cohen here.

No, I'm sorry.

JAN: You didn't take in a young Jewish girl?

You're here for Saskia?

Um, this is the child I'm looking for.

That's Saskia.

Her grandmother's returning to Amsterdam. She'd really...

Well, um...

I'm here to bring her home.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

- VICTOR: I rode for two days... - Mr. Kugler's back! He hid in a cornfield!

- MIEP: Mr. Kugler! (CHUCKLES) - Hello, Miep!

- Hi. Oh, yeah. - He escaped!

- He's just telling us. - Oh, sor... Please, go on.

- (CHUCKLES) - Uh, so I was transferred around

a lot after Kleiman deserted me.

- Oh, come on now, my ulcer got me out. - (CHUCKLES)

Well, so I was in a camp near the German border,

and one day, they started marching us somewhere,

and I thought, "Before I know it, I'll be in Hitler's Germany,

- and I'll never get out." - Wow.

Unlike Mr. Kleiman, I don't have an ulcer.

- Uh, it... it's a legitimate ulcer. - VICTOR: So...

- (BOTH CHUCKLE) - So I dropped behind the group and I...

- Hid in a cornfield. - Uh, I'm not at the cornfield yet.

First, I get bombed.

- (GASPS) - Oh, dear!

The guards start yelling, "Lie down! Hit the dirt!"

- So I did. - (MIEP GASPS)

(ALL LAUGH)

And... and... and I was near a cornfield, so I did like this and I...

- You rolled yourself into the cornfield! - VICTOR: Exactly!

And then when the... when the planes were gone,

the guards started yelling, "Everyone get up," and I stayed down.

- Oh! (CHUCKLES) - You stayed down?

- Then, eventually, I... I got up. - You got up?

- And I walked to the nearest village... - (BEP GASPING)

- ... I... I found a bike, and I rode home. - Oh, my Lord!

This is... this is the most exciting thing I've ever heard!

So nice to have some good news after so many months of worrying.

I'm surprised we don't have ulcers, we worried so much.

For the record, it is a legitimate ulcer.

- Yeah, well... - Okay, we get it. (CHUCKLES)

- (ALL LAUGH) - VICTOR: Hello, Jan.

- Look who's back! - He hid in a cornfield!

- Welcome back. - Thank you.

Really good to see you.

What is it? What's wrong?

I, uh...

I went to get Liddy, uh...

she got diphtheria six months ago,

and the parents called the doctor to the house, but he knew that...

Well, he knew that... that she wasn't theirs,

that she was hiding. He wouldn't...

(INHALES SHARPLY) he wouldn't treat her because she was...

she was Jewish. She... she died. (SNIFFLES)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

JAN: She died. So sorry. (SNIFFLES)

(INHALES DEEPLY) But I do...

(EXHALES SHARPLY) ... I do have some good news.

Jan said that their train was getting in at one

and that he'd bring them right over.

Don't just stand there, you're making me nervous.

- Have a seat. - Oh, sorry.

(MRS. STOPPELMAN BREATHES SHAKILY)

Uh, you said the foster mother is coming?

We should probably get more chairs and set them around.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Where are the rest of the chairs?

Yeah. Right, um...

this is the only one left. We had to use them for firewood.

Well, you have to understand how bad it was here.

- There was no food, there was no fire... - Do I? Do I have to understand?

Why is it always me that has to understand?

They tell me my granddaughter Liddy is dead.

They say, "You have to understand, we did the best we could."

- I know. - No, you don't know. You don't know

what it's like to lose everything!

My daughter, my son-in-law, my granddaughter,

and I know it's silly because they're only chairs,

but they were my chairs. Mine.

You had no right.

- (EXHALES SHARPLY) - (VEHICLE STOPPING)

Oh, here they come.

I'm sweating, I'm so nervous.

Wha... what about... what about Kabouter Spillebeen?

Alfred always really liked this. It could be a good icebreaker.

He's my grandson! I don't need an icebreaker.

No, of course not. You're right.

Sorry, the train was a bit late.

Here he is.

Hello there, Alfred.

Do you remember me?

We call him Johann. But he'll re-adjust back to Alfred.

He's very sweet. Wanna go and say hello?

I'm your Oma.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, um...

maybe you remember this little man?

You used to love to play with him.

In fact, one day you broke him all to pieces,

and we glued him back together.

Do you remember that?

Here, you can hold him.

There we are.

Have a look. Look, can you see where we glued him back together?

I remember you.

Alfred's foster mother's going to stay the night.

Help him settle in.

Oh, well, let's go out and give them some privacy.

Yeah.

God. (SIGHS)

It's Mrs. Van Pels' handwriting.

See, she underlined "cheese."

Can just hear her saying it, um...

"Don't forget, Miep. Don't forget to find cheese."

(INHALES DEEPLY) God, that woman loved cheese.

Loves.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

It's been a month since liberation.

Every day, I go to work, and I think this will be it.

This will be the day.

And the door opens up and it's not them.

It's never them.

It's still early.

The trains are only just back up and running.

(INHALES SHARPLY) You'll see.

More people are going to start coming home.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(STATION ANNOUNCER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA)

FEMALE VOICE: This way, please. Please stand in line...

JAN: For government benefits, please step to the right.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- SOPHIE: Excuse me? - JAN: Hi, how can I help?

I was in Auschwitz, then a DP camp in Kraków.

They said I qualify for services from

the City if I can show I lived here.

- Okay, yes. - SOPHIE: I don't have papers.

That's... that's fine, that's fine. Um, are you from Amsterdam?

- Yes. - And do you have, um, any contacts here?

No. My mother and father are gone.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

If you wait, my colleague, Lena will be able to take your details,

put into our system, okay?

FEMALE VOICE: Thank you.

(BELL DINGING)

Excuse me?

May I ask, in Auschwitz, did you meet the Frank Family?

Otto and Edith Frank?

Maybe their daughters, Anne and Margot?

- No. I'm sorry. - Yeah. Thank you.

STATION ANNOUNCER OVER PA: Passengers from...

should be arriving on platform in 15 minutes.

Max.

Max!

Miep! Miep, come out!

Miep! (BREATHES HEAVILY)

(MILD TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)

JAN: Miep.

- Come out. Come out. Come out. - What's wrong?

Otto is coming home.

- What? - Yes.

- Yes. I ran into Max at the station. - Wait. Max?

Max, Max Stoppelman. He's back.

And he said he saw someone he knew at Auschwitz...

Max was in Auschwitz?

Yes, and he saw someone who knew Otto

and said he survived and he's coming home.

- Wait, who? Who did Max run into? - I don't know.

- But they knew Otto. - Well, we shouldn't get our hopes up.

We don't know who said it. It's third-hand information.

But it's real this time.

He's coming home.

He's coming.

Mr. Frank.

Hello, Miep...

Jan.

Come in, come in.

Come inside.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

He's saying hello to the warehouse workers.

Don't ask him about anyone.

Does he know? Did he tell you?

Mrs. Frank is gone...

so is Mr. Van Pels.

He lost track of Dr. Pfeffer and Mrs. Van Pels,

but they weren't well, so he's not optimistic.

But we have reason to hope for Peter and the girls.

Peter was with him in Auschwitz

and got marched away by the Nazis just before liberation.

And the girls were in Bergen-Belsen, which is a work camp,

not a death camp, so that's really, really good news.

And they're strong. And we're gonna find them.

The Red Cross post lists each day of

those who have come back from the camps, and I have copies.

Um, here, Bep. Go through the lists and find out everyone

- who was at Bergen-Belsen. - BEP: Yeah.

Divide them up and we'll write them letters

to ask if any of them know anything about Anne and Margot.

Jan will keep checking at the train station,

and we'll just keep checking the Red Cross lists.

Miep has gotten quite bossy in my absence.

Yes.

She has.

- It's good to have you back, sir. - Very good.

(SIGHS)

(MILD TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)

I am heartbroken, and I miss my family, but I'm here.

And that is because of all of you.

(SIGHS)

- (BELL DINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I already hate them.

- Miep, stop. It's fine. - No, it's not.

They're living in your apartment. It's yours. You should get it back.

Can't you do something? The City should do something.

We're trying to figure out what to do about people coming back.

I'll tell you what to do. Give people back their old apartment.

(SHUSHES)

- Can we help you? - OTTO: Hello.

- I'm Otto Frank. - You're living in his apartment.

- BOTH: Miep! - ILSE: We moved here six months ago.

No one told us.

You'll have to take it up with the landlord, I'm afraid.

No, no, you misunderstand,

I'm not here to make you move, I'm here to make a request.

Um...

these are my daughters. This is Anne and Margot.

When they return to Amsterdam,

they will come here because this was their home.

Please, tell them, "Papa is fine. He's at Miep's."

Here, um, write it down so you don't forget.

"Papa is fine. He's at Miep's."

- (TYPEWRITER CLACKING) - (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

STATION ANNOUNCER OVER PA: Passengers from Kraków...

JAN: Thank you.

RED CROSS WORKER: Folks, please, we have no more information

than what's on these lists.

MIEP: Excuse me, sorry, which list is this?

- Confirmed dead. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Sorry. (BREATHES DEEPLY)

The girls aren't on here. They're not on here.

"Van Pels, Peter.

"May 5th, 1945, at Mauthausen."

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

Hermann Van Pels started as my business partner,

but, uh, he quickly became my friend.

The last time I saw him, he wasn't well at all.

He was chosen to go to the left and, uh, and I to the right and...

After he was gone, I became quite close to Peter.

And he took care of me like you would a father.

A few days before the liberation, he came... he came to get me.

They wanted everyone who was there to leave. A forced march.

He was afraid if I stayed, they would kill me.

But I told him I couldn't go because I was... I was too sick.

And, uh, we said our goodbyes.

He was a good man, Peter.

He was a strong and brave and, uh, loving son.

And I know that his father would...

would want us to say Kaddish for him.

(SPEAKING IN HEBREW)

MIEP: (IN ENGLISH) What are you thinking?

Just thinking about you actually.

What about me?

I was thinking that I don't know your favorite color.

Red.

- See, I'd have guessed yellow. - Yellow?

- Yeah. - Are you insane?

It's funny though, isn't it?

Be with someone for so long, you know their heart, their soul,

you know what they're thinking before they think it.

But you don't know their favorite color.

What am I thinking?

That you don't want to go home just yet because Mr. Frank is there,

and you hate to see him sad and that's what he is.

And so, you'd like to do another loop around the park.

What's your favorite color?

- Come on. You know. Obvious. - Is it?

Yes. I scream this color.

I shout it from the rooftops. This color is my heritage.

- Oh, orange. - Yes!

- I'm a Dutchman! - (CHUCKLES)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

And... and you're a little bit ginger.

Yes. That's how seriously I take this color.

Excuse me? Excuse me?

Sorry. Yes, it's... it's you. You, um, you helped us.

- Uh, sorry, I... I... - ISAAC: In... in the church.

You, um, you brought us a picture of our boy, Nathan.

That's... that's him, there, that's Nathan.

We were, uh, reunited about a month ago. It's been... it's been great.

We are so grateful.

Sorry to bother you, but he saved our family.

No, no, that's fine.

It's great.

Well, thank you. Thank you for everything.

(NATHAN CHUCKLES)

- Lovely to see you again. - MAYA: Thank you.

- Bye, Nathan. - NATHAN: Goodbye.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Another loop? - Hmm.

- (MUSIC CONCLUDES) - (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

MIEP: Morning!

- Look what I found! Real coffee. - Oh, Bep.

I bought it with the money I was supposed to use

to buy typewriter ink.

Bep! How am I supposed to write the invoices?

- This is extraordinary. Smell. - (SNIFFS)

- Oh, okay. I'll hand write the invoices. - (CHUCKLES)

No. Go ahead. I'll make the coffee. I don't like the way you make it.

It's too much milk, it's always cold.

- All these years, now you tell me. - Yeah, temperature is important, Miep.

- BEP: I put the mail on your desk. - Anything from the Red Cross?

BEP: No, I don't think so.

- MIEP: Can I help you? - I'm looking for Otto Frank.

- Is he expecting you? - No.

Um, I knew his daughters at Bergen-Belsen.

I... I received this letter...

uh, asking for information.

I have information.

- Are they... - It's brewing now. Five more...

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(SOBS)

You were a good friend to them.

You made their lives better.

VICTOR: We all did.

And they knew.

We can take comfort in that.

For the two years that they were here,

they knew that people cared for them.

- They knew they mattered. - (CHAIR SCRAPING)

The first time Anne came into the office, she was just five years old.

She sat down on my desk and started playing with my typewriter.

I remember. She was wearing a fuzzy white coat. I was worried

- she was going to get ink on it. - MIEP: Hmm.

Thought her mother should say something but...

- Oh, you couldn't say anything to Anne. - (CHUCKLES)

She was always so Anne.

That's right.

She was always so Anne...

and Margot was always just so Margot.

Margot followed her mother around like a shadow. She was so polite.

She drank the hot milk I gave her and said, "Thank you"

in this sweet little voice,

while Anne was just clattering away at the typewriter

like she had to get all her thoughts down all at once.

- Her diary. - (DOOR OPENS)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

- MIEP: Mr. Frank. - OTTO: Not now, Miep.

- I'd just really like to... - Please...

not now.

I was saving this...

for her.

You should have it.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(TRAIN WHISTLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BELL DINGING)

(SOBS) They're not coming back.

Everyone's gone.

MIEP: I thought I was saved for a reason.

I thought maybe that's why I didn't die.

And why my mother sent me away to be here in Amsterdam.

I thought maybe I'm supposed to be here so that the girls will live.

- JAN: Miep. - See, you don't know

what I'm thinking all the time.

You don't know that I've been thinking that they have to come back...

because then it will make sense of my existence.

Makes sense in my head.

We don't know the reason why...

one person is spared and another isn't.

(INHALES DEEPLY) All we can do is make a choice

every day to do something good.

And you made that choice...

every day.

That's all we have control over.

Apples, and carrots, cheese.

And walking upstairs when it was hard.

It's after work, where is he?

JAN: He's probably still at the office.

What if he's thrown himself into the canal?

Or in front of a tram? Or just wandering around alone,

'cause he has no one left, they're all gone.

Oh, God, I shouldn't have given him the diary, I should have waited.

No, you should've.

You did the right thing.

It was kind, and he knows that.

(DOOR OPENING)

Mr. Frank?

(DOOR CLOSING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SIGHS)

Did you read this?

I had no idea...

the things she writes about...

the way she writes, the way she thinks.

I knew she was a quick and clever girl, but she was...

I feel like I didn't know her.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

We were hiding as a family, but she was hiding, too.

She was hiding part of herself that maybe she didn't want me to see.

But I'm so glad I did.

Thank you, Miep.

(SNIFFLES)

It was like, uh...

getting to watch her grow up.

And you saved this.

You gave it to me.

Thank you.

(SNIFFLES)

Thank you.

(MIEP BREATHES SHAKILY)

JAN: I want you to stay with us.

We're moving into a new place.

We want you to live there with us.

Yeah. You... you have to. And... and we can talk about them...

as much or as little as you like, but we can.

Please, Mr. Frank.

Well, thank you.

But first, you must call me Otto. (CHUCKLES)

Thank you.

(MILD TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)

OTTO: Mm.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

- MIEP: Parsnips... - OTTO: Parsnips.

- ... carrots, potatoes, some chicken stock. - ♪ I'll be seeing you ♪

♪ In all the old familiar places ♪

♪ That this heart of mine embraces ♪

♪ All day through ♪

♪ In that small café ♪

♪ The park across the way ♪

♪ The children's carousel ♪

♪ The chestnut trees, the wishing well ♪

♪ I'll be seeing you ♪

♪ In every lovely summer's day ♪

♪ In everything that's light and gay ♪

♪ I'll always think of you that way ♪

(BOTH SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

(CHUCKLES)

♪ And when the night is new ♪

♪ I'll be looking at the moon ♪

♪ But I'll be seeing you ♪

(SONG CONCLUDES)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Synced and corrected by naFraC - - www.addic7ed.com -

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

♪ I'll be seeing you ♪

♪ In all the old familiar places ♪

♪ That this heart of mine embraces ♪

♪ All day through ♪

♪ I'll find you ♪

♪ In the morning sun ♪

♪ And when the night is new ♪

♪ I'll be looking at the moon ♪

♪ But I'll be seeing ♪

♪ You ♪

(SONG CONCLUDES)