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Don't move.

We know that you are hiding Jews here.

Max. MAX: I need your help.

Nobody moves.

See you after the war.

The Nazis are taking more and more people every day.

I have this bad feeling, Miep.

I can't shake it.

Open it.

Wait, wait. Please. No.

Is it just the two of you in here?

Wait.

Why are you doing this?

What the hell am I supposed to do with you now?

Please, just leave the girls.

You can stay.

I'm doing this as a favor to you.

I worked out what to do.

We bribe him, we buy the Franks back.

We're gonna need a lot of money.

If I don't try everything I possibly can,

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

Hello.

I'm looking for a Nazi officer.

Name?

Oh, mine or, or his?

I, I don't know his name.

He's, he's tall, reddish blond hair.

And 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.

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 coming in 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. MIEP: 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.

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. Excuse me, sir.

I overheard you saying that the cells are crowded and

I, I think I can help.

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 10 very good people who are

being held downstairs.

Jews? MIEP: 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 is your conscience?

Where are your morals?

Let me go!

Miep.

Miep, come on.

- 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're 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... - Miep.

They're in there.

Don't let them see you cry, please.

Don't let them see you cry. Okay.

Hurry up. You 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.

Oh, 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 a, 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.

Florence Nightingale!

Florence Nightingale!

How'd you get at Florence Nightingale?

Florence Nightingale, she invented the pie chart

or something.

I don't know. He's weird.

Got them.

- But the Nazis said... - Hey, come on.

We shouldn't be here.

We have to find any valuables and hide them before

Puls gets here.

We can do this fast if we'll work together.

I'll check upstairs.

You two check the bedrooms.

Miep? I'm writing about everyone.

They emptied Mr. Frank's briefcase.

To steal all the valuables, really not much left.

They've taken all the silver and the money.

Wait, wait.

This, this is Anne's diary.

She kept it in his briefcase.

Collect up the papers quickly.

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.

Right, all locked up.

Now what do we do?

Thanks, Bep.

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, a 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?

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?

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.

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

And the others?

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.

So are you.

You've managed to keep this place going.

Well, we're teetering on penniless,

and I just fired my best salesperson.

Well, the Allies.

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 bypassed Amsterdam altogether and just pushed

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 and

sending them to work camps.

So, Jan's staying inside.

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

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

Good.

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.

Was it a Nazi who told you that?

You don't like it?

It's 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.

You know what I like?

I like watching you pretend to like it.

Hmm.

Oh, my God, it tastes like dirt.

It tastes like actual dirt.

It tastes like if dirt had gone off.

We're eating rotten dirt.

Why are you crying?

Miep.

I tried so hard to get food today.

And I walked, walked for hours, farm to farm and then

I needed to burn some of the newspapers to make this really

horrible soup.

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

Wait there.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Making firewood.

That's Mrs. Stoppelman's chair.

And now it's all fire.

Jan! 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 are out

getting my food for me.

No. I'm doing this.

I need to do something.

I'm doing this.

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.

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!

Come on.

It's the Allies!

Beans!

Oh my God. Sugar.

Chocolate! MIEP: Oh.

Ohh.

Yes! Woo! Oh, over there.

- This way. - Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

♪ Watch the birdie, we'll take a camera candid shot ♪

♪ Watch the birdie, come on and give it all you've got ♪

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

♪ And hold it ♪

♪ Watch the birdie, just strike a funny pose a while ♪

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

♪ Watch the birdie and let me see your pretty smile ♪

Is Hitler really dead?

Do you think the Germans would've surrendered if the

bastard wasn't dead?

Do you think he's really dead?

The deadest!

Jan!

Hello there.

I'm sorry. We have no food to spare.

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.

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 is returning to Amsterdam.

She'd really, well, um...

I'm here to bring her home.

Well, too late.

Mr. Kugler's back!

He hid in a cornfield!

- Mr. Kugler! - Hello, Miep!

He escaped! - Yeah.

He's just telling us!

Oh, so please go on.

Uh, so I was transferred around a lot

after Kleiman deserted me.

Oh, come on now, my ulcer got me out.

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.

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

- Uh, it's... - So.

A legitimate ulcer.

So I dropped behind the group and I.

Hid in a cornfield!

Uh, I'm not at the cornfield yet.

First, I get bombed.

Oh, dear.

The guards start yelling, "Lie down!

Hit the dirt!"

So I did.

And, and, and I was near a cornfield,

so I did like this and I.

You rolled yourself into the cornfield?

Exactly!

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

the guards started yelling, "Everyone get up!"

And I stayed down.

Uh, you stayed down!

And then eventually, I, I got up.

You got up.

And I walked to the nearest village.

I, I find a bike, and I rode home.

Oh, my God.

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.

- And, oh, 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, um, uh, I went to get Liddy.

Um, she got diphtheria six months ago and the parents

called a doctor to the house.

But he knew, uh, knew that,

that she wasn't theirs and she was hiding.

And he wouldn't, he wouldn't treat her because she was,

she was Jewish.

She, she died.

She died. I'm so sorry.

But I do, I do have some good news.

Jan said that their train was getting in at 1:00

and that he'd bring them right over.

Oh, don't just stand there,

you're making me nervous.

Have a seat.

Oh, sorry.

Uh, you said the foster mother is coming.

We should probably get more chairs and set them around.

Where are the rest of the chairs?

Yeah. Right.

Um, this is the only one left.

We had to use them for firewood.

Uh, 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.

Oh, here they come.

I'm sweating, I'm so nervous.

Oh, what, 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.

There he is.

Hello there, Alfred.

Do you remember me?

We call him Johann.

But he'll readjust back to Alfred.

He's very sweet.

Wanna go and say hello?

I'm your Oma.

Oh. Ooh.

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.

Oh, look, look.

Can you see where we glued him back together?

I remember you.

Alfred's foster mother is going to stay the night

to help him settle in.

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

Yeah.

God.

That's Mrs. van Pels' handwriting.

See, she underlined cheese.

I can just hear her saying it, um,

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

God, that woman loved cheese.

Loves.

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.

You'll see.

More people are going to start coming home.

This way, please. Stand in line.

For government benefits, please step to the right.

My, uh, last name.

Excuse me?

Hi, how can I help?

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

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 so sorry.

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

your details, put you into our system, okay?

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.

Max?

Max!

Miep!

Miep, come out!

Miep!

Miep!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

What's wrong?

Otto is coming home.

What? JAN: Yes, yes.

I ran into Max at the station.

Wait, Max? JAN: 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.

It's real this time. He's coming home.

He's coming.

Mr. Frank.

Hello, Miep. Jan.

Come in. Come in.

Come inside.

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 posts a list each day of those who have

come back from the camps.

And I have copies.

Um, here, Bep, go through the list and find out everyone

who was at Bergen-Belsen.

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.

I am, uh, heartbroken and I miss my family,

but I'm here.

And that is because of all of you.

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 apartments.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Can we help you?

Hello, I'm Otto Frank.

You're living in his apartment.

Miep. JAN: Miep.

We moved here six months ago.

No one told us.

You 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."

Thank you.

Rose, please.

We have no more information than what's on these lists.

Excuse me, sorry, which list is this?

Confirmed dead.

Sorry.

The girls aren't on here.

They're not on here!

Van Pels, Peter,

May 5th, 1945, Mauthausen.

Hermann van Pels started as my business partner.

But 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.

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

Uh, he took care of me like you would a father.

A few days before the liberation, he came,

they 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 a loving son.

And I know that his father would,

would want us to say Kaddish for him.

Yitgadal v'yitkadash sh'meih raba.

B'al'ma di v'ra chiruteih, v'yamlich malchuteih,

b'chayeichon uv'yomeichon

uv'chayei d'chol beit yisra-eil,

baagala uvizman kariv, v'imru.

Amein.

What are you thinking?

Just thinking about you, actually.

What about me?

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

Red.

So I'd have guessed yellow.

Yellow? JAN: Yeah.

Are you insane?

It's funny though, isn't it?

Being 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,

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

What's your favorite color?

Come on. You know.

Obvious.

Is it? JAN: Yes!

I scream this color. I shout it from the rooftops.

This color is my heritage!

Oh. Orange.

Yes! I'm a Dutchman!

And, and you're a little bit ginger.

Oh! Yes!

That's how seriously I take this color!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Yes, it's, it's, it's you.

You, um, you helped us.

Uh, sorry, I...

In, in the church, you, you brought us a picture

of our boy, Nathan.

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

We were 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.

Lovely to see you again.

Thank you.

- Bye, Nathan. - Bye-bye.

- Another loop? - Uh-hmm.

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.

Oh, okay. I'll handwrite the invoices.

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's important, Miep.

I put the mail on your desk.

Anything from the Red Cross?

No, I don't think so.

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.

You were a good friend to them.

You made their lives better.

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.

The first time Anne came into the office,

she was just five years old.

She sat down at 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.

Uh-hmm.

I thought her mother should say something, but.

Oh, you couldn't say anything to Anne.

She was always so...

Anne. BEP: 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,

and 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.

Mr. Frank.

Not now, Miep.

I'd just really like to...

Please. Not now.

I was saving this.

For her.

You should have it.

They're not coming back.

Everyone's gone.

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 would live.

Miep. 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 would make sense of

my existence.

It would make sense in my head.

We don't know the reason why one person is spared and

the other isn't.

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?

He's probably still at the office.

Oh, what if he's thrown himself into the canal or

in front of a tram?

Or just wandering around alone because he has no one left,

they've all gone.

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

I should've waited.

No, you should have. You did the right thing.

It was kind.

And he knows that.

Mr. Frank?

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.

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

She was hiding a part of herself that maybe

she didn't want me to see.

But I'm so glad I did.

Thank you, Miep.

It was like getting to watch her grow up.

You saved this.

You gave it to me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I want you to stay with us.

We're moving into a new place.

We want you to live there with us.

Yeah. You have to.

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.

Thank you.

What are the vegetables?

Um, parsnips.

♪ In all the old familiar places ♪

♪ That this heart of mine embraces ♪

All day thro ♪ h

♪ In that small cafe ♪

♪ The park across the way ♪

♪ The children's carousel ♪

♪ The chestnut trees ♪

♪ The wishing well ♪

I'll be seeing yo ♪

In every lovely summer's day ♪

♪ In everything that's light and gay ♪

♪ I'll always think of you that way ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪

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 ♪♪