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Know what your problem is?

You don't have a sense of humor.

And the reason I ditched you is because you were being pompous

and you were lecturing me like I was stupid.

We just broke the law.

I didn't want to bring my troubles to work.

We are going into hiding.

The plan has moved up. We have to go now.

But Margot, do you know where we're going?

Anne, please! Not now.

- We really have to go. - I don't know either, Anne.

- Well, goodbye then. - No, no, no.

We're not saying goodbye because we'll see you soon.

- I'll find a good home for him, I promise. - I'm not leaving him, I'm not.

First, I need you to just tell me something. Anything.

- Smile at the same time and follow me. - Miep, Miep, I can't. I can't.

Yes, you can. You have to.

Okay, I'm not brave.

So, tell me about it, but just get on your bike

and follow me, Margot.

This is a hiding place.

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Do you know where the Frank family is?

Because I do.

Switzerland.

Someone found a piece of paper

Mr. Frank had left behind...

with a Swiss address written on it.

You must have known, didn't you?

- He must have told you they were leaving. - I... I, uh, I...

- You are grinding your teeth. - Am I?

Is that what's causing the pain in my jaw?

It isn't helping, but no. Your back molar is impacted.

In fact, it needs to come out.

Uh... uh, it was hard enough getting here today.

I'm... I'm so busy, now that Mr. Frank is gone.

Is there another way of treating it?

All right.

Well, since you are too busy to have your tooth pulled...

you can try oil of clove on the gum and see if the pain goes away.

Oh, thank you.

No, thank you.

It is illegal for you to see a Jewish dentist.

I know you are taking a personal risk, and, uh...

and I'm grateful.

Oh, um, I'm really not about to let

the Nazis tell me who can fix my teeth.

- Anne's waiting for you. - Oh, really?

Okay, um, thanks. Um...

- And, uh, Mr. Frank wants to talk to you. - Okay.

- Hurry. We're opening soon. - I know, I know.

Oh.

- Hello. - Hello.

Did you stop by the apartment

- and see the cat? - Uh, no, no.

- Did you see any of my friends? - No.

- Well, who have you seen? - No... No one.

I... I went home last night, and this morning,

- I just went to the dentist. - So you did see someone.

You saw the dentist. How is he?

He's fine. Um, he thinks you're in Switzerland.

Dr. Pfeffer thinks we're in Switzerland.

- You see? Our plan worked. - Pfeffer?

- You saw Pfeffer? - Mm.

Uh, we're never going to the dentist again.

- Or the doctor, or outside, or school. - Oh, darling.

- We don't exist. - What are you doing?

- Margot. - Don't say that.

- Why is Margot on the floor? - Um, she's having an existential crisis.

- No. I'm not. - That's what Pim told me.

Papa, you were talking about me behind my back?

No. Let's not fight about it, please.

There's not much time, and we have to open the office.

Well, I have to pee. And if I have to pee, that means I exist.

- Oh, Anne, don't be so disgusting. - Oh, I'm just being human.

Well, go be human somewhere else. Miep and I have business to discuss.

Here's a shopping list. I need a chicken.

Don't take the first chicken they offer you.

There's always a better chicken.

Margot, come on. What are you doing? It's... It's almost 8:30.

- What's the point? - There is none. Go.

Margot...

Did you call the salespeople?

- Hmm? - The salespeople.

To let them know business will continue.

Right. Yes. I mean, no, I didn't, but I'll do that today.

Miep, if I ask for something to be done, then...

I'll do it today, I promise.

Sorry to snap.

I'm worried about Margot. She's not adjusting well.

Well, is there anything I can do?

Tell the Allies to hurry.

She likes oranges. Maybe you could find her an orange.

8:30.

- Don't forget. - Time to go. I won't. I won't.

Wait. Remind me, what is it I'm not forgetting?

- The salespeople, Miep. - Salespeople. Yes.

How are we going to keep getting more food?

Margot wants an orange now, and I don't have any fruit rations.

Um, the Franks are almost out of meat and milk rations too.

- I know. I know. - Uh, we're working on it. Uh, just...

try to stretch things out as long as you can.

And... And don't buy too much in any one place.

I heard a rumor that the Nazis are paying shopkeepers

to alert them to people who buy large amounts of food.

Right.

Great.

Jan Gies.

I'm meeting a friend later, and I'd like to bring her an orange.

- So bring her an orange. - I don't have one.

Well, then maybe you need to bring your friend a potato.

What would you do if you were expecting an orange

- and someone brought you a potato? - I'd happily eat the potato.

Uh, but... yeah, but...

you're just like that.

Maybe it's time you went to that place.

No, I was thinking you could get some extra ration books.

Fine. I'll see what I can do.

Thank you for the call. It was a pleasure speaking to you.

Hmm...

Paychecks aren't ready yet.

Oh no, that's, uh... that's not what I'm here for.

I, uh,

visited a client yesterday who's unable to work due to health issues.

Uh, bit of bad luck... she lost her ration book.

She needs to report it to the Ration Board.

Of course. Of course. And... And she would,

but... sadly, her health is so poor

that it's difficult for her to get out.

So, I thought, you know, we have emergency rations.

The government is very strict these days.

We have to account for everything.

Yes, of course.

They want to make sure we're not...

What's the word they use?

... aiding those that have chosen to flout the law and go into hiding.

- No. She's... I mean, she's not... - She's a... she's a client.

She's... she's not hiding.

Well... I suppose we can spare a few.

Fantastic.

Jan, I need your client reports by the end of the day.

Yes. On it.

Uh, just some extra coupons for a client.

It'll be included in your reports, I assume.

- Yeah, yeah, of course. - End of the day.

Oh, he's very scrawny. Uh, not you, the chicken.

Uh... you look very, very healthy.

And I wonder if I could have a chicken

who looked a little bit more like you?

Little bit more meat on it, perhaps?

Lovely.

Oh, could you spare a few more? My nephews are visiting.

My mother's cough just won't quit. Doctors say it could be pneumonia.

It's really, really difficult.

But we soldier on, don't we?

Uh, here. A little extra cheese for your poor mother.

They cleared everything

from the Franks' apartment.

Cat must have gotten out when the movers opened the door.

- Was it Puls? - Of course.

They had to ransack the place and send all the valuables to Germany.

Well, maybe the cat got into a dresser,

and it'll jump out and scratch some Nazi's eye out

- when it gets to Germany. - That's a beautiful thought.

- How did Anne take it? - Well, I didn't tell her.

I didn't tell any of them. I couldn't bear it.

So, wh... what did you...

- You... You just... - Lied.

I'm getting quite good at it. "Your cat's fine.

I have no idea where the Franks are.

You are so handsome,

can I have a bigger chicken, please?"

- You're flirting with the butcher? - Not just one butcher.

I'm flirting with every butcher in Amsterdam.

I'm gonna start getting a reputation as the woman

who'll do anything for a sausage.

Flash your boobs for a bratwurst.

Knickers for a knockwurst.

- Stop it, stop it! - I'm soaked!

Stop it! You're making my tooth

- really hurt. - Stop, stop.

All right, I'm getting in.

- Mrs. Stoppelman's in the next room. - I know, we'll be quiet.

Argh, every time the doorbell rings,

I think it's a Nazi here to arrest me.

A Nazi wouldn't ring the bell.

- I'm scared. - I'm gonna go and check.

And if... if it is a Nazi, can you ask him if I can finish my bath?

Absolutely not.

Hi.

- Who are you? - Who are you?

- Alfred, where did you go? - It's fine. We'll talk about it later.

- Alfred, where are you? - Miep, uh, this is my daughter, Frannie...

and her husband, Lou.

- Hi, nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Oh, there you are. Here's Alfred.

- Hello. - Hello.

- How nice to meet you. - You've already met Liddy.

- Oh my gosh, sorry about that. - Oh, it's fine.

- Uh, we live in Leiden, but... - They were ordered out.

By Mr. Hitler.

Jews can't stay in the countryside anymore.

- We have to register in the city, so... - Here we are.

I'm so sorry you had to leave your home.

- Oh, we won't be staying long. - You can stay as long as you want.

And do what? Wait for them to come and get me and kill me?

- Frannie. - Who's gonna kill you?

Oh, no one's killing anyone. Mommy's just being grumpy.

- Per usual. - Lou, not helpful.

I'm gonna kill you with my tickle fingers.

We... We can go and stay at my parents', give you some space, Jan?

- Yes, of course. - Oh, thank you.

Uh, but w... we can just stay in the living room.

My mother really needs your rent money.

Where are you going to go so Hitler doesn't get you?

- Oh... - Oh, sweetheart,

they don't need to go anywhere. They're not Jewish.

Lucky.

Morning! How are our friends today?

Friends? Do you have any friends except me?

More importantly, how are you?

- Tess! - Just bumped into Cas,

and he told me about the Franks. I came right over.

Oh, I've been meaning to call.

- I have, but I... - No, it's fine.

You've obviously been swamped.

Can we talk about how Cas is still single though?

I mean, seriously!

Have you met her brother? So cute and funny

and these dark brown eyes...

that just bore into your soul. I mean... Oh! Wow! Are you single?

- Yeah. - Oh, snap him up.

So, what happened to the Franks?

They just... They just disappeared.

- What, you didn't know? - No.

Not even in retrospect? There were no clues?

Come on. Uh, let's go to breakfast. You can tell me all about it.

Uh, I can't. I've got way too much work on.

Well, lunch? Dinner? Drinks? I mean...

I have nothing but free time because I quit my job.

- Really? - Yep.

I used to work as an usher at the opera,

and I know it sounds fabulous, but...

my boss, he was so mean.

And I had to be on my feet all day. And you know what? I hate opera.

There we go, I've said it. Ah! I feel so free.

So, Daniel is gonna pay for me to go to the Fashion Institute

to learn patternmaking. He thinks that I could sell my dresses.

I mean, I made this. What do you think? Yeah?

It's gorgeous. Beautiful.

- Yeah. Yes. - Oh!

- Do you like it, really? You wouldn't lie? - Yes.

Oh!

So...

when can I see you?

As soon as work slows down. It's just... just...

All you do is work. I mean, you used to be fun.

And we used to have a lot of fun.

You know, she used to be really, really fun.

Oh, she's still fun.

- She doesn't look very fun. - I'll call you.

And I'll be fun again.

Okay.

Goodbye!

How did she get in? We're not even open yet.

Our friends are still walking around upstairs.

I was coming in, and she demanded that I let her in to wait.

- She's very persuasive. - No, she is.

- You're right. I'm sorry. - I'm...

Would you buy that dress?

No one will buy that dress.

All right. I won't be long.

Oh my... Anne.

My life is tragic.

- What happened? - The Van Pels arrived this morning,

and Peter was allowed to bring his stupid cat.

What?

- Miep. - Hello.

Wait, I'm confused. I... I didn't realize you were coming.

I thought it was next week.

We've been hearing rumors of the call-ups,

and we were worried about Peter.

At least some people still care about the well-being of their children.

Anne...

You said I couldn't bring my cat because he would make too much noise.

Is there something special about his cat?

Is your cat a silent cat, Peter?

Of course it's not a silent cat.

He'll be fine. He's a... He's a good cat.

Hmm... Well, my cat is a good cat too.

Oh, but when I asked if I could bring

him, then you just said I couldn't.

Anne, please, let's change the subject

and make our friends feel welcome. Yeah?

- Welcome. - Thank you.

You have to be quiet all day. And you also have to pee in a bucket.

But, you know, at least you'll have your cat for comfort.

- Anne, it's not the time. - You're upsetting your mother, Anne.

Well, it's just not fair!

Miep is the only one who actually

cares, visiting the cat at the apartment

- to make sure he's all right. - How?

Puls raided your old apartment. There's nothing there anymore.

But you said you saw him there.

He was fat and happy. You fed him herring.

Um... I know. I... I... I should've told you.

I didn't want to upset you.

You lied to me?

You lied to me.

Oh, well, I... Uh, I didn't... I'm really sorry, Anne. I...

Probably never gonna see him again.

Our furniture's gone?

Yes.

Everything?

Yes.

It's only furniture.

No, it's not just furniture. It's my grandmother's dining room set.

It's all I have left of her.

- I'm going to lie down, yeah? - Edith...

I thought they knew.

- Now they don't like me. - Oh, yes, they do.

- Of course we do, Peter. - You should've told us the truth.

I'm sorry.

Oh, yeah, I bought... I bought oranges for you.

Jan Gies.

You know the guests who were coming later this month?

Well, they came early.

And now I'm wondering how many chickens I'll get

if I sleep with the butcher.

I'm gonna say three?

Well, it's not funny. My tooth is hurting so much.

- I can't do this. - You can.

- You are doing it. - I'm in so much pain.

- Gies? - Uh, sorry, I gotta go.

- Sorry, didn't mean to disturb. - Oh, no. It's fine. It was just my wife.

Ah, wives. Are you close?

To my wife? Yeah.

Yeah, she's my wife.

Hmm. Of course.

I've noticed a problem with your client reports.

- Duke Philips. A teacher, yes? - Yes.

He's been out of work for several months

despite there being ample openings

teaching Dutch to German officers and their families.

Mr. Philips is an art teacher.

And there are no openings for teaching art.

Did you tell him about the openings for teaching Dutch?

- Hmm. I did. He, um... - He wasn't...

Yeah, he didn't seem to think it was a good fit.

In what way?

Uh, the sense was that, as an artist, a freethinking type person,

maybe... he didn't say this, so don't quote me,

but maybe his political leanings would make the job difficult for him.

I see.

Unfortunately, when a client rejects a job interview,

policy is that we cut off their benefits.

But I see that you've extended them for Mr. Philips.

I wonder if you sympathize with his political leaning.

It was a mistake. Just a clerical error.

Okay. Great.

Thank you, sir.

Um, Katrien, we just wanted to reassure all the salespeople

- that even though Mr. Frank is gone now... - Stop here!

... Opekta is still doing as strong as ever.

Oh, thank goodness.

Karl thought maybe you had called me in to let me go.

No, no, no, no. Of course not. How is Karl, by the way?

- Oh, he's fine. - What is Opekta?

Well, as you know, we've been having our ups and downs,

but just the other day, the most wonderful thing happened.

He proposed! Finally.

They make "jam."

It's been three years,

and I told him I wasn't gonna wait forever.

Sir, this isn't the right address.

But he's a pragmatist, and he wanted to save some money

so we don't have to live with my parents.

Look at the ring. It's a fake sapphire.

But you can't even tell.

- Wow! Oh, it is so beautiful. - That's absolutely gorgeous.

- Yeah. Congratulations. - Congratulations, Katrien.

If we'd known, we would've gotten a cake.

I talked to the salespeople.

- Thank you. - Katrien's engaged.

That's nice.

Did you know her fiancé, Karl, met the Queen once?

This was a few years ago.

The Queen wanted to take Princess Juliana fishing,

and he's a fisherman. Apparently, the princess got seasick.

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Frank, I'm... I'm really sorry I didn't tell you about Puls.

I understand.

Bringing bad news to a group of people starving

for something positive isn't easy.

But you have to tell me everything, if this is going to work.

Well, you have to tell me everything then too.

- You didn't tell me about the Van Pels. - I only knew a few days ago.

I only knew about your apartment yesterday.

Okay.

We're learning.

- Now, if you don't mind, I have to... - You're out of ration books.

I'm telling you everything.

We have a year's worth of, uh...

beans and rice in the attic.

And anything else we need, we can buy on the black market.

The black-market prices are skyrocketing.

Please, Miep, I have to finish this brief.

I heard a rumor that you can get ration books

for people in hiding at the Como bookstore.

Who told you this?

Someone told Jan.

Half these rumors are started by Nazis, Miep.

And half of them aren't.

And if it's a trap?

I can tell a Nazi from a non-Nazi.

Karl's a Nazi.

Who?

Katrien's fisherman.

He joined the Dutch Nazi party last year.

That's why he didn't come to our picnic in the spring.

Because I'd be there, my family would be there.

Katrien was upset with him, but...

if she's agreeing to marry him, she must at least find his views...

palatable.

- But... But it's Katrien, she's so... - Nice...

funny, down-to-earth...

good at her job?

And now engaged to a Nazi.

I hate that I can't go to Como,

look the person in the eye, and judge for myself.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. I don't know if this is a good idea.

This is the only idea we've got.

What did they say to do?

Discretely identify ourselves

as sympathizers with the Resistance

and ask for help.

- I don't know. I don't know. - Let's just see.

Let's just see. We can do... We can do this.

- Okay. - Yeah? Come on.

Okay. Let's do it.

What about him?

That's how a Nazi would stack books.

Look at the brutal efficiency.

What about her?

She looks like the kind of person who'd help hide Jews.

Based on what?

Nice sweater?

No, she's probably hiding a sniper rifle under her skirt.

- Look at her. - Now you're making fun of me!

Yeah, I am.

What are you doing?

I play this song on Radio Orange

to discreetly identify myself.

Jan, that song makes fun of Nazis.

Yeah, I know. It's a mating call.

Stop it. People are looking.

Stop... I... I don't know him.

I don't know him. I'm leaving.

I'm going outside, mm.

Sir... please, this is a bookstore.

I'm sorry. I've got this, uh...

silly song in my head.

- Hello. - Hello.

Hello.

We're looking for help.

And you look like the sort of person who might be able to help us.

Can you...

help us?

We need your identification papers.

- For good? - They're gonna make new ones.

Fake ones that I can then use to get rations.

And our old papers?

They will be destroyed.

Margot is right.

We really won't exist anymore.

Go back to your room, Anne.

I wanna know what you're talking about.

Come. Close the door.

What do you think?

Well, if you... if you think you can trust these people.

- I do, yes. - Miep?

Hmm, yeah, yep. I can trust them.

- So why do you look so miserable? - Oh, sorry. I was...

- M... My tooth's hurting a bit. - I thought you went to the dentist.

I did, I did,

but he said it needs to be pulled, and there was no time.

He said it would take a few hours.

And you don't have a few hours

because getting food for us is a full-time job.

Uh, we really need those ration books, sir.

Hmm.

Go to my briefcase and get our papers.

Go.

You're very brave.

Thank you.

I'm still your employer, Miep.

And I insist you get your tooth fixed before you come back to work.

Yes, I will.

You can be brave too.

You were right.

I feel so much better with that tooth out.

Oh, am I still drooling? I can't tell.

- It's so numb. - Please, sit.

Y... You remember Lotte, my fiancée. You met her.

Yes, at... at... at the Franks.

This was her idea.

She said, "Ask Miep."

Ask Miep what?

I need to hide.

Oh...

Yes, you see, uh, Lotte's a Christian.

And we thought this would protect me from the work camps, but, um...

lately, the rumors suggest that it's, uh, only a matter of time.

I'm... I'm, um... I'm terrified, uh, less so for myself...

but for Lotte.

If... If they arrest me, will they arrest her?

Uh, I... I can't bear to see...

Dr. Pfeffer.

- I'm sorry. - Don't be.

It's fine. It's fine, really.

Don't... Don't worry.

Can you help me, then? Do you know of a place to hide?

Um... Um...

No.

No, I... I don't.

- Good morning. - Morning.

- Morning. - Good morning.

- How's your tooth? - Oh, much better. Thank you.

And your new ration books will be here in a few days.

- Oh. - A few days?

Oh, we'll... We'll... we'll make do

with what we've got until the new ration books arrive, yeah?

But what have we got? What, potatoes?

- And more potatoes. - Oh, thank you.

- Beans. - Oh, I... I have a cake in my room.

You've been here for a whole day without mentioning you have cake?

Uh, it... it's a small cake.

Can I see this small cake of yours?

Of course.

Margot, do you wanna come and look at Peter's cake?

Can we have some?

Girls, it's Peter's cake, yeah?

Yes. It's your cake, Peter.

I mean, you don't have to share if you don't want to. It's your choice.

It's in my room.

I fear for Peter's cake.

I'm going to wash before the office opens.

Mm.

Miep and Otto would like to have

- some time to discuss business. - Hmm.

Alone.

- Fine. Breakfast is over. - All right.

Let's make sure to pay these invoices.

Are you okay?

Dr. Pfeffer asked if I knew of a place to hide.

Ah... and you told him...

- Well, I said, of course, I didn't. - Good.

But I do. And... And... And he's a... he's a really nice man.

- I know he's a nice man, Miep. - I know you do.

You introduced me to him.

He's... He's your friend,

- which is why I thought... - We can't take him in.

We have to be careful how we proceed.

As you know, it's not easy getting food.

Well, I'm getting food for seven. What's one more?

You told me yesterday that, uh, shopping was a burden to you,

- that, uh, you have no time for yourself. - I know.

I know, but he seems really frightened,

and it was really difficult saying "no."

You don't know what's it like. There are soldiers everywhere now.

You don't understand. It's getting really bad out there.

I know exactly what it's like.

I fled Germany, for God's sake,

because I knew how bad it was getting there.

I'm here safe with my family

because I knew how bad it was getting there.

I sit up here all day doing nothing while my employees run my business

because I know how bad it's getting there!

My job now, my only job...

is to protect my family. And what you are...

what you are...

Scheiße!

That clock will be the death of me...

reminding me in 50-minute increments...

the world outside is moving forward, but I'm here...

in here.

Hmm...

Please make sure those invoices are paid.

I... I... I work for the Jewish Council.

I can get you preferential treatment.

- What does that mean? - Well, a bike, maybe.

I... I... I don't know.

A... A... A permit to be in the parks.

- Hello, Max. - Miep, tell my sister to stay.

Oh, Miep, sorry.

The kids are jumping on your bed.

We had to get them away from Frannie's mother.

Alfred broke Mom's precious gnome statue.

- Kabouter Spillebeen? - Mom thinks it's a bad omen.

- Stop it. It's not funny. - Oh, I know.

- I'm... I'm sorry. - Stop it, Max.

- Is Jan home? - Stop it.

There you are.

The only place with privacy.

- Get in. Come on. - Hi.

Dr. Pfeffer asked me to hide him.

And I asked Mr. Frank, and Mr. Frank said no

and then shouted at me for being an idiot. It was quite a day.

Bram asked for my employment file.

- He wants to see me in the morning. - What? Why?

I think he knows I lied about the clients who needed ration books.

What's gonna happen?

Well, maybe he'll fire me.

Getting fired could be a blessing in disguise.

Maybe it's the push I need to do something more.

I could work at Como.

No. You working for the Resistance would endanger the Franks.

Well... I need to do something more.

You make all these unilateral decisions

that affect my work and my happiness.

Your happiness doesn't matter.

Neither does mine.

If we spend this war being miserable and not allowing ourselves

just a little bit of happiness...

we're not gonna make it.

We, you and me? Or we, humanity?

Both.

- Oh my God. - Oh, relax.

- Nazi won't ever... - Oh, don't ring the doorbell?

Precisely.

- Who is it? - Who the hell do you think it is?

Hello.

Looks like I got here just in time.

Come on, you two. You're coming out.

I'm not having "no" for an answer.

Out, now!

- Slivovitz. - What is that?

It is plum brandy.

Oh, I have work tomorrow, so maybe I should just have a beer.

Oh no, come on. My boyfriend just bought us some shots.

- Let's not be rude. - Yeah, okay.

Cheers!

To new friends.

- To new friends. - Friends. Whoo!

- Ooh! - And that, in a roundabout way,

- is how I got into social work. - Oh.

How about you?

- Ah, um, cars. - Ah...

So, what do you do?

Cars? Just...

Yeah, no, I know... I know what cars are,

but what do you do with them? Do you, um...

- Like tell me more. - Parts.

- Parts. Parts. - Parts. Yeah.

- More drinks? - Yes.

Man of few words.

Tess, if this isn't our car, then why is your handbag in the front?

Oh, God. I'm going to be so hungover tomorrow.

- Oh my God, me too. - Oh, wait.

- But your, um, your boss has left town. - Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Tess said he was one of the good ones.

What's that supposed to mean?

Uh, nothing. Um, just that he was a good person.

- Well, a lot of Jews are good people. - Yeah, that's what Daniel's saying.

- And he... Yeah, yeah. - He's...

I mean, my boss left because his 16-year-old daughter

was being sent to a work camp.

Maybe it's more relevant to talk about the not-so-good men

who are sending children away from their families.

Sorry, whoa, whoa. I... I'm... All right, yeah.

This is... This is why I stay out of politics.

Yeah, well, I can't do that when people are suffering.

- Let's jump in the canal. - What?

- Come on. - No!

- Yes. It'll be fun. - No. Tess!

Remember when we were kids and you chickened out?

- It'll be fun! Yes! - No, no, no!

- Tess, Tess! Sorry, sweetheart. - No! Tess!

Uh, yeah. Uh, one thing... one thing quick. Um...

- What? - Uh, you're going in the canal.

Oh my God!

No, because we have to have someone to test the depth.

- No, please. - You understand?

- I'm sorry. - I'm really, really sorry.

We're doing this?

Not yet. Let's all, say, count and then go together.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. Wait.

- Wait, wait, wait. - Okay, ready?

Yeah. Right, ready? Three, two, one.

Are you okay?

Miep, I think I found my bike.

I think I found my bike!

Did you like that dress I made?

- Yeah. - No, you didn't.

- I... I did. I did. - You are such a bad liar!

Stop. I'm learning.

I'll get better.

Look at you. You used to be useless. Now you're running an empire.

Uh... I'm not.

Seriously though.

Well, I think you work too much.

I never see you, you're no fun, but...

it is impressive. I mean, you are impressive.

Thank you.

I'm serious. You could do anything.

You could help me sell my dresses. No, think about it. Think about it.

Daniel's money, my designs, your business sense.

I... I can't leave Opekta.

Well, Mr. Frank has gone. He'd understand if you left.

No, no, I need to stay. I'm going to stay.

Mrs. Loyal.

- Not a bad thing. - No.

- Oh... - I just missed you.

- Hmm, missed you too. - Hmm.

- Wanna go get breakfast? - Yes.

- Absolutely. Starving. - Yeah?

Forwards! Go! Go! Go!

It's time! Go now!

All Jews, line up at the trucks.

Back in line!

Have your papers ready for inspection. Remain calm.

Come on.

We should go. This could get dangerous.

It's so sad. Is there anything we can do?

No.

- We should go. Come on. - Miep!

Please, Tess...

That's it! Up. Keep going! Keep going! Come on.

Now.

I can't believe this is happening.

What are you two staring at? Move along!

Now, come on. There's nothing we can do here.

It's not worth it. Come on. Come on.

Good morning, Miep.

Mr. Frank, are you all right?

- I couldn't sleep. - Oh, neither did I.

There was a roundup at the river district.

A... And you're right. You do know what it's like out there.

- Miep... - I... I don't.

I don't understand. I never will.

But I know that we can help Dr. Pfeffer. And if we can, we should.

- We... We have to. - I agree.

I already talked to Edith about it. I spoke with the Van Pels as well.

You did?

I started to worry that Anne was right.

That if we turn away someone we know we can help,

well, we become people we don't recognize.

And we don't exist anymore.

Come. I'll get you some coffee.

Dr. Pfeffer?

Dr. Pfeffer?

Miep...

what are you doing here?

- Is it your tooth again? - My tooth is fine.

I found a place, a hiding place.

But we have to go, now.

- Uh, I... I have to tell Lotte. - She can't know.

She can't... We... We can't take any risks that she might follow you.

The lo... The location of the hiding

place has to be kept completely secret.

She won't follow.

I'll let her know once you're in hiding.

I mean, this is... this is all so... so sudden.

- I know. - I can't.

I... I've just arrived at work. I haven't had my coffee.

- What am I to tell my patients? - I mean...

I'm afraid today is simply out of the question.

It'll... It'll have to be tomorrow.

Dr. Pfeffer, there was a roundup last night.

I saw it.

German soldiers blocked off an entire neighborhood.

And arrested all the Jews. Children.

Old people.

Dr. Pfeffer, I... I saw it with my own eyes.

They're not rumors.

Okay.

Okay. Okay. You'll go to Dam Square.

There, by the fountain, you'll find a man waiting for you,

and he'll... he'll take you to the hiding place.

- Uh, how will I recognize him? - You won't.

You'll stand at the west of the fountain,

and you'll hum the song, "Blonde Mientje."

"Blonde Mientje." Yeah.

Okay.

I imagine you're wondering why you're here.

- Not really, no. - Huh.

Gertie brought you to my attention a few weeks ago.

She noticed you were asking for extra rations.

- Twice. - Three times.

And you didn't report them.

Made me wonder who you were actually asking them for.

Did it?

You've been with us 11 years, no infractions.

Then you looked the other way when a client didn't wanna work

with a German officer.

I began to suspect you might have political leanings

which your spotless, if unimpressive, work history didn't reflect.

Sir, these are difficult times for everyone.

And there are calls that need to be made.

- I simply made a call. - I'm making a call with you.

There are a number of us here who disagree with the policies

of the occupiers and are doing everything we can

to help those who are being persecuted.

We'd like you to join us.

Is this a joke?

Do we look like we're joking?

- Does she look like she's joking? - I'm not joking.

- Really, sir? - Yes.

Yes. Yes, yes, uh... I'd love to help. What is it you do?

I'm only gonna share with you what's absolutely necessary.

And I ask that you don't share anything we do with anyone.

Of course. Mum's the word.

I know you're newly married, and I know what that's like.

Heady days, but when I say don't share with anyone,

I mean not even your wife. I assume that's not a problem.

Miep!

- What are you doing here? - I'll explain later.

Just follow me quickly and quietly.

After you.

Mr. Frank.

But, uh, I... I... I... I thought you were in Switzerland.

Welcome to Switzerland.

Surprise!

Hello, hello. Have a seat, have a seat.

Hello, Doctor. Let me get you some cake.

Uh. I...

I... I didn't know where I was going. I... Miep wouldn't tell me.

She didn't tell me either.

She's getting to be a very good spy.

I've written up some house rules for you if you wanna read them.

- Thank you. - Okay, actually, no, I'll read them.

So, we wake up at 6:45,

and then we have breakfast, and then we wash up.

- Oh... - And...

We have to pee in a bucket during the day.

Okay, children, I think we should give our

new friend a minute to relax.

Yeah, before we give him the gory details.

Right. I'm going to go.

Dr. Pfeffer, I'm really, really glad that you're here.

Uh... uh... will you, uh... And, uh... you will, uh...

I'll tell Lotte tonight.

Thank you. Thank you.

Miep...

Um... I'm not mad anymore.

Good.

Hey.

How did it go with Dr. Pfeffer?

Where is everyone?

Frannie and Lou decided to take their chances to see

if they can catch a train back to Leiden.

Mrs. Stoppelman was upset, and she went to speak to Max.

I went to tell Lotte.

- Oh yeah? How did that go? - Terrible.

She was on her way to play bridge, and then she just kept saying,

"What do I do? Do I go and play bridge?"

- What did you say? - Well, I said, "Go and play bridge."

You didn't get fired?

- No. - What did he want?

Just, uh...

Just a standard dressing down about sloppy clerical errors.

He's such an ass.

Yeah. He's... He's... He's something else.

We're alone.

- For the first time in a while. - Yeah.

Are you thinking...

- what I'm thinking? - Let's take these off.

Oh, there you are!

Let's take this off.

- Oh, let's go in the bedroom. - Uh-huh?

- In case Mrs. Stoppelman comes home. - That sounds quite fun.

Mm.

Mrs. Stoppelman!

You said Nazi's wouldn't ring the doorbell.

They don't knock either.

Let me get rid of whoever it is.

Do you know these children?

Yes. We're their grandmother's tenants. She's not home.

Their parents were arrested at the train station.

I took pity on them.

I could get in a lot of trouble for this.

Alfred, Liddy, come here.

They'd better not be here when I come back.

Of course.

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