The Attic: The Hiding of Anne Frank (1988) - full transcript

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Good morning.

Good morning, Miep.

Although, it's not

so good, I admit.

Still, it's not

the end of the world.

Ellie here thinks

it's the end of the world.

Well, I'm happy delay,

that's progress perhaps,

but not the end.

Oh, Miep,

isn't it terrible?

Maybe it won't

be so bad, Ellie.

We'll just have

to wait and see.

The bright side,

that's the ticket.

If it won't be so bad, why did

the queen run away to England?

Wilhelmina did not run away.

She'll do far better

for us all in England as a...

symbol of a free

Netherlands

than as a captive

monarch in The Hague.

Also it must have

infuriated Hitler.

That's an added dividend.

And as for surrender, well...

Nothing will be the same.

Everything will

be different now.

They can't change

everything, Ellie,

not everything.

It's just a matter

of keeping up.

That's the ticket.

Well, so much for royal

declarations of neutrality.

It could've

been worse, Kraler.

Bear it in mind.

We might have been bombed

like Rotterdam.

Think of the devastation

of Rotterdam.

Think of the dead.

I was merely making an

observation, Koophuis,

not a judgment.

Coffee, Ellie.

Will it mean anything to the

business, Miep, do you think?

Oh, I don't

think so, Ellie.

Even the Germans

like jam.

Yes? Yes, sir.

Good morning,

Mr. Van Daan.

Hello, Miep,

how are you this morning?

Yes, well, we all have

to make the best of it, ay?

As much as they'll

permit us to, at least.

Would you like some coffee?

It's ready.

Not just now.

Thank you, Miep.

Come.

Good morning, Mr. Frank.

Good morning.

And as Mr. Cooper says,

not so good.

How are the others

taking it, Miep?

As well as can be expected,

I suppose.

When I left Germany in '33,

the Nazi's were saying

"Today, Germany,

tomorrow, the world."

Such a ridiculous boast

it seemed to us then.

Never the world,

surely, Mr. Frank.

Pray God.

So...

Meanwhile,

Mrs. Frank and I

are having a little

gathering on Saturday.

We would be very pleased

if you and Jan would come by.

Oh, that would be lovely,

Mr. Frank, thank you.

Life goes on.

Travis and Company.

It's me.

How are you so far?

I'm trying not

to be too depressed,

not very successfully I fear.

Have you seen

any of them yet?

The master race?

Not yet.

I've been wondering

all morning what I'll do

the first time

I see them.

Oh, you'll look, and you look

away and you'll go on.

So will we all

as best we can.

What time will you

be finished tonight?

About 6:00,

I should think.

Shall we have dinner?

Mr. Frank doesn't seem to think

the business will be affected.

Particularly, since

we're a German firm.

I suppose that

may be so, but...

We'll just have

to wait and see.

I just realized

what's wrong.

Is something wrong?

Yes.

Have you ever heard

it so quiet here?

That's what it is.

Of course.

I knew something

was different.

We can't let them make us

start talking in whispers.

It's only the first

chalk.

We'll go on.

We'll go on!

Yeah.

I want more

than ever now

for us to find a place

we can live together.

If only we'd found

something before the city

began to burst

with refugees.

But don't worry,

somewhere in Amsterdam

at this very moment,

a modest flat with an affordable

rent is being vacated.

That flat will be ours.

I guarantee it.

Do you have the address

by any chance?

I'm on optimist,

not a magician.

Hmm... That's good

enough for me.

Coming directly to the point,

Miss, may I call you Hermina?

Oh, if you like,

I rarely use my formal name.

Coming directly

to the point, Hermina,

I am, as I mentioned,

a representative

of The Amsterdam Chapter

of the German Girls Association

of the Netherlands.

Our purpose, as you may have

already presumed,

is to add your name to our

fast increasing roles

of our membership here

in Amsterdam.

A brochure outlining our

purposes and principals,

which I believe you'll

find quite inspiring.

Of course, it is about

Fuhrer Adolf Hitler.

Our membership application,

which is only

a formality of course,

but I believe you'll

find it very useful.

I suppose there's

been some mistake.

I'm not German, you see.

Born in Vienna,

Austria, 1909.

Emigrated to the

Netherlands 1920.

Presently with Mr. and Mrs.

Van Nuden, foster parents.

Religious application,

Catholic.

Presently possessing

a passport

of the National Socialist

Republic of Germany.

That I hold a German passport

was not by my choice, miss.

My passport was Austrian

until 1938 at the time

of the German occupation

of Austria

when I was forced to accept

a German passport.

Nonetheless,

I'm Austrian by birth,

and Dutch by choice, by virtue

of my great affection

for this country

and its people.

In view of your disloyal

attitude towards the fatherland,

it seems curious that you've

never become a naturalized

citizen of this country

from which you prefer

such misguided affection.

In recent years,

I've had occasion to regret

that carelessness,

never more so than now.

As for your

Furher's principals,

I think they may best

be judged by the suffering

they have caused for so many

thousands of innocent people.

The swastika is on my passport,

miss, not on me.

Bravo.

Those are the types that need

such telling off.

To our Dutch friends.

Our Dutch friends.

Still, I think it might have

been incautious of you, Miep.

If Miep chooses not to join

some silly little club

of those hysterical

female fascists,

it's none

of their business.

Yeah.

Perhaps.

More coffee, Mr. Gies?

Thank you.

No, Mrs. Frank.

I believe

I've had my fill.

You Germans like your coffee

strong all right.

Think this is strong?

You should have tasted our

coffee at home.

This is only

refugee coffee.

Coffee that the spoon

will stand up in,

that's what's wanted.

God, how I miss it.

If only that was all that was

to be missed of home, Herman.

The trouble is, Edith,

you still think of home

as though it

was still there.

Germany is not there anymore,

if you see what I mean.

It was already not there

when we had to run away from it.

We're all homesick.

I think perhaps Edith,

just a little bit more.

To be realistic,

I must agree with Petronella,

home is gone.

No.

It followed us the other day.

Well, then, here's something

we can all agree on, I think.

To the Germany that was.

Proest.

Come, Pet, let's dance.

Sweeping me off my feet.

You're still light

on your feet, Pet.

Miep, I have some news

for the two of you.

In respect to your

search for a flat.

Which has grown rather

desperate of late,

in fact.

There seems to be not so much

as a cupboard to be found

in all Amsterdam.

I think I've managed more

than a cupboard for you.

We have a friend,

Mrs. Sampson,

quite near by in the

Rainer Strasse.

She lives alone, but in the

recent situation,

she has become quite fearful

of being on her own.

As it happens,

she has two rooms rarely used.

She has decided to make

them available to let.

I've spoken to her about you

and the rooms are yours

if you want them.

If we want them?

Oh, Mr. Frank,

how can we thank you?

This is wonderful news.

Hello, Miep.

Hello, Mr. Gies.

Margot, where have

been keeping yourself?

In the kitchen.

I thought you went

to the cinema or something.

And where is your sister?

Sulking in the kitchen.

Why is she sulking, darling?

Because I beat her again

of course, Father.

At what?

I've only played this once

or twice before.

I'm not very good.

Have you seen the new

American film, Miep?

Not yet.

What is it?

"The Philadelphia Story,"

starring Katherine Hepburn

and Cary Grant.

I think Katherine Hepburn

is fabulous.

I think I like her even

better than Carole Lombard,

although it's

a difficult choice.

I think it would be wonderful

to be either one

of them, don't you?

Cary Grant is a different

story, of course.

There's no question in my mind,

when it comes to Cary Grant--

I think Cary Grant

is the most

terrifically handsome man

in the entire world!

Well, except for Daddy.

Are you afraid

of the Germans, Miep?

I try not to be.

But are you?

So, we only have to go down

there and give them this

information they

want to have.

It's a kind

of registration.

For everyone?

No, only

the Jewish people.

But why?

It's the policy of the Germans

in occupied countries.

It's nothing

to be worried about.

A formality, that's all.

But why would they

want our names

and where we live and what

adults do in their professions?

They are a very bureaucratic

sort, the Germans.

They like to have

everything on record.

They are very fond of paperwork,

four copies of everything.

It will be a wonder if they

don't smother themselves

to death in their

own paperwork

long before the Allies

beat them.

But mostly it has something to

do with their not liking us,

isn't that so, Daddy?

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All right.

Go to the end

of the line.

Next.

Next.

How many?

Now you sit down.

Next one.

Next.

Next one.

Next.

Sit down.

Sit straight.

Look into the camera.

Sit higher.

Look here.

Wait!

Wait.

Otto.

Morning, Herman.

How are you feeling?

Not altogether up to snuff.

I didn't want to stand

another day.

I know you can't get along

without me.

Carl called me at home

yesterday.

I didn't like at all what

he had to tell me.

Oh?

What was that?

That we have to register with

the Germans as a Jewish firm.

Gies and Company is as

German as sauerkraut.

All businesses run by Jews

must register.

All businesses with one or more

Jewish partners must register.

All businesses with a subsidiary

firm or regional office,

of which a Jew is a director,

must register.

I don't like this, Otto.

They are going to close

us down, do you think?

I don't like to think too much

about the future, Herman.

Did you see? Look.

Every radio in Amsterdam

has to be registered with

the police.

What the hell is that

all about?

What's the matter, sweetheart?

I've received a letter

to appear at the German

Consulate, Mrs. Sampson.

What about?

It doesn't say.

It just says to appear before

the 22nd of October.

That's tomorrow.

According to our information,

you recently were afforded the

opportunity of membership

in the German Girls Association

of the Netherlands.

An opportunity that

you chose to decline.

Is this correct?

They invalidated my passport.

They say I have to leave Holland

within 90 days.

They say I have to go back

to Austria.

For how long?

Permanently.

They're deporting me

permanently.

What are you saying? Why?

What's happened?

Do you remember that stupid

fascist club I refused to join?

For that?

For that.

There's absolutely

no possibility of

a compromise of some sort?

He called me an

undesirable alien.

A Nazi sitting at a Nazi desk

in a country occupied

by the Nazis,

and he called me an

undesirable alien.

Compromise?

What could I have said?

That I would join his

rotten little ladies club

if he would let me

stay in my own country?

No, no, you could hardly have

said that.

Alien?

I'm as Dutch as anybody born in

any building on this street.

In your heart.Where it matters.

Not to them.

I could kick myself

around the block

for never having become

a legal citizen.

What am I going to do?

You're going to become

a legal citizen.

How?

By marrying a Dutchman.

If you marry a Dutchman,

you'll be Dutch.

They couldn't touch you.

All you need to do is

find a handsome,

intelligent, charming

gentlemen of Dutch birth,

sound of mind and body

and financially solvent,

and with a fairly promising

future in his chosen profession.

Offering you

comfort and security

in your twilight years.

May I suggest

such a gentlemen?

On all the occasions

we discussed

the possibility of marriage,

I never imagined

that the actual proposal would

be quite like this.

I might have done it in

a more conventional way,

but this was so much more

interesting, don't you think?

That's true.

Do it in a conventional way.

Will you marry me, my love?

Yes.

Jan, Miep!

Come on! Please!

Please. Yes, yes.

Mrs. Frank, please!

This way now!

Smile, everyone.

Thank you.

Go on, you'll be late.

You'll miss your train!

It begins.

It always begins,

everywhere the Germans go.

Do they know how many

were taken?

They estimate 400.

They have been taken to some

sort of detention camp.

They won't be there for long,

you'll see.

They'll disappear.

To where, not even

the resistance will know.

It always begins.

Oh.

Shhh.

This is Radio Orange,

the voice of the Dutch

people from London.

Good evening to our friends and

loved ones in Holland.

Most especially, we extend our

respect and admiration

to the people of Amsterdam

who, in order to express their

indignation

and outrage of the Nazi

offenses

against the Jewish

population of their city,

recently concluded

a three-day general strike

against all major

industry.

The queen wishes to extend her

deepest respect

for the acts of

morale and, yes, certainly

physical courage in the face of

the inevitable Nazi reprises

for this brave act of defiance.

Good luck and God be with you,

people of Amsterdam.

But you understand,

the strikers

knew what would happen

and still

it didn't stop them

from doing

what they wanted to do,

to show us we have friends,

to show us

their hearts.

Nor did it stop the Germans from

showing us theirs today.

What do you mean, Mama?

The fact is...

they issued some rather

unfortunate rules today, girls.

What kind of rules?

Well, we won't be permitted to

stay in hotels anymore,

or patronize cafes or

restaurants or cinemas.

Libraries and public parks will

also be out of bounds for us,

I'm sorry to say.

But never you mind.

You'll be amazed how much you

can learn to do without

if you really have to.

Meanwhile, there's one law they

can't stop us from breaking.

And I see it's time

to break it.

Germans are trying

to jam it again.

What would the Nazis really do

if they caught us

listening to radio or enjoying

the BBC, Daddy?

Ah, but they can't catch us,

can they?

How can they possibly know which

Jewish people

are listening to

the radio and which aren't?

There's nothing they can do

about it.

Come on.

I don't know if the Americans

being in the war

will be of much

help to us, Miep.

Of course it will, Mrs. Samson,

absolutely.

They have to fight

the Japanese.

How much will will they

be able to fight the Germans?

They're only in North Africa,

not even in Europe yet.

America is a huge country with

many men for fighting.

We only have to be patient.

Oh, marvelous.

Absolutely.

Will you dare to do that?

If the Nazi's want to put

yellow stars on the Jews,

we'll show them plenty

of yellow.

You got to hand it

to these Dutch,

they've got guts.

According to Radio Orange,

the Dutch and the Danes

are the only people

in occupied Europe

who have the nerve to stand up

to Germans in ways like this.

Did you hear that?

It takes guts.

They're going to speak to me

today, Herman.

Today?

I think it's time,

do you agree?

Yes, yes, I agree.

Miep, I have a secret

to confide to you.

You know, of course, that there

are Jews here in Amsterdam,

and elsewhere surely,

who have gone

into hiding?

Yes.

Mrs. Frank and I

have decided to take

that course of action.

We are going to hide in with

Margot and Anne.

Mr. Van Daan and wife and son

will join us.

Yes, I see.

As for the business,

Mr. Koophuis and Mr. Kraler

will be able to keep

things going.

And I will be available

for consultation.

Look, would you be willing...

to help take care of us...

while we're in hiding?

Absolutely.

Don't answer

too quickly, Miep.

You know the punishment

for those

who help the Jews

is harsh.

Imprisonment certainly

sometimes.

We needn't discuss that

any further, Mr. Frank.

Just tell me

what you want me to do.

Miep, I wondered if you

would get you coat

and come with me,

would you?

Now?

Why not?

A bit of a break from all this

routine tragedy

will do you good,

come on.

This is it.

There you are, madam.

Good day, Mr. Hendriks,

see you next week.

Ah, how are you, Van Daan?

I could complain,

but why bother?

Give me half pound of this.

Such as it is.

Allow me to introduce

my friend, Mrs. Gies.

You're looking quite fit,

Van Daan.

It's all these miles

of walking lately.

You Protestants don't know

what you're missing

of the benefits.

Not allowing the Jews in

the streetcars anymore

and taking away

our bicycles

is the best thing the

Krauts have did for us

by way of our health.

Mustn't let them know,

however,

or they'll have us back on

the streetcars in nothing flat.

Well, back to the office

for us.

Mr. Van Daan, I don't

understand why you wanted me--

Miep, look at

it this way.

In this life, it never hurts

to know an honest butcher.

Hello?

What's the matter, dearest?

What is it?

Calm down.

Calm down, Edith.

Tell me what's happened.

It was so good of you to come.

We do not allow callers so late

in the evening,

but the fact is--

The fact is Margot...

received a summons today to

report for transit

to a labor camp in Germany.

Oh, my God. When?

Tomorrow.

Now, we--But she's only 16 years old.

It doesn't matter to them,

it doesn't matter.

Is there anything that

can be done, Mr. Frank?

Yes. We aren't as prepared as we

would like to be, of course,

but this development

makes it necessary

for us to go into

hiding immediately.

Do you see?

Tonight?

Tomorrow morning.

Are you still willing to help

us, Miep?

What do you want me to do?

We still have one bicycle.

I held it back when we were

required to turn them in.

Margot will use that if you will

take her to the hiding place.

It would be faster.

It is an hour's walk from here

to the office.

She won't wear her star.

We will follow along

right after.

You understand

the situation, Miep?

You will be with a Jew

who is riding

an illegal bicycle

and is without her star.

Go, go.

Uhh!

Is this it?

The attic?

Yes. You go on up.

I'll be up again later.

Stay away from the windows.

Don't make any noise.

Do you understand?

The office will be

opening soon.

Father has explained

everything.

Couldn't I wait down there

for them to come?

No, it wouldn't be safe.

They'll be along very soon.

Gies and Company.

May I help you?

Yes.

Oh, yes, it was sent

this morning.

Not at all.

Good-bye.

Thank you, Miep.

Welcome.

Have you had any luck in regard

to the ration books?

Jan has contacted his friends

in the underground.

They will provide us with

forged ration books

for all of you.

No questions asked, of course.

That's excellent.

Now, what about my cigarettes?

Have you had the chance to

go by our flat, Miep?

I passed by there yesterday,

Mrs. Van Daan.

I'm sorry to have to tell you

it appears...

they have emptied it out.

Oh, well.

Oh.

All of our lovely furniture.

All our pretty things.

All gone.

All gone!

No, no, no, no.

There, there, there.

It's, it's all to the good.

It's a good sign.

It means they've given up

on our returning.

They know we've disappeared

for certain.

They'll forget all about us.

You could have hardly

expected to go back

when this is all over

and find things

as they were, Petronella.

You are not being realistic.

Here is our

shopping list, Miep.

Just do what you can.

Everything is in good order

here, Koophuis.

Thank you.

Well, it's back

to work for me.

Mr. Frank, the shopping list,

I think we'll be able to

manage most of it,

but I'm afraid our

ration coupons

simply won't

provide us much meat.

I believe Mr. Van Daan

has seen to that.

Ah. You may recall, Miep,

our little

walk we took together

a couple months ago for

a bit of shopping.

May I presume that

a certain butcher

will be quite cooperative

by way of ration coupons?

It never hurts to know

an honest butcher.

May I help you, please?

I'm not quite sure

what I need.

Why don't you wait on this

gentlemen?

Sir?

See if you can find me

six pork chops.

If there was some meat on them,

that would help.

I can't believe it.

I seem to have lost my list.

I'll be back later.

As you wish, ma'am.

I found it.

...continued his pursuit in North Africa

of Rommel's shattered army.

British columns

were said to be

200 miles west of El Alamein,

close to the Libyan border.

The United States Navy

announced

that army forces on

Guadalcanal Island

have attacked Japanese troops

to the east of the airfield.

It was also...

Are you certain

it was the man you knew?

Don't I know Mr. Blumberg

when I see him?

He is walking the streets,

before the war,

and suddenly one day,

he's gone.

Certainly it was him.

All this time hiding with

Mr. and Mrs. Fontaine.

They were betrayed,

you know.

They must have been betrayed.

Yes, possibly,

or they became careless.

I don't think so.

Not Mr. Fontaine,

he's too clever.

He's a very clever man.

He's a professor

at the university.

No, they were betrayed.

I just know it in my bones.

For five guilders.

That's what Germans

are paying for Jews

in hiding now, you know.

Five guilders.

Well...

at least I'll know

what I'm worth, Miep.

What do you mean?

I've made my decision, Miep.

I'm going into hiding.

You and Jan can

stay on here, of course.

In fact, I'll be thankful

for it.

If the flat was left unoccupied,

you know what would happen.

In no time, there would be

a van out there

being filled with all

my possessions.

Then I would come back

to nothing.

Assuming, of course,

that I come back.

Dinner offered by

the Secret Annex

on the occasion

of the anniversary

of the marriage of

Mr. and Mrs. Gies, Esquire.

To begin, bullion a la Miep,

followed by roast beef Hendriks,

medium rare.

After which there

will be salad riche onion,

salad Hollandaise and one

potato.

And finally, sugar cinnamon.

Cinnamon.

And raspberry juice

to be served

with coffee, cream and various

desert surprises.

Voila!

I want you to have this as a

keepsake

of this special

occasion.

We'll keep it always.

I promise.

Maybe on your next

anniversary,

you might consider inviting us

to your home.

Consider it done.

We'll be there.

Oh!

I haven't seen a cake like that

since we left home.

The icing is a specialty of

Margot's.

What do you think of

the situation in Stalingrad,

Mr. Gies?

It seems to me as though

the Russians

are making a terrific fight

of it, Peter.

You can bet the crowds in

Stalingrad

would rather be in North Africa

fighting the Americans.

At least it's war.

How far is it from North Africa

to Italy, Papa?

Oh, not far, darling.

A skip and a jump.

The Allies will be

invading Italy

within six months,

mark my words.

Well, it still seems to me

that the best news

is what Miep has

told us,

and much closer to home,

that the round-ups have stopped.

It's been weeks and weeks

since the last one.

Maybe they are only making room

in the death camps for more.

Well, Miep, Jan, you might be

interested to know

that while we rely on you for

events on the outside,

Anne is keeping track

of all the news in here.

Such as it is.

Writing it all down

in your little book,

aren't you, darling?

Yes. It seems we have a writer

in the family.

Revealing all of our darkest

secrets, no doubt.

Scribble, scribble, scribble.

Anne doesn't scribble.

There are no dark secrets.

And even if there was, I

certainly wouldn't reveal them.

It's a strictly private matter

between me and myself.

May I please be excused, Daddy?

Anne can sometimes be

awfully sensitive.

That's more than could be said

for some people.

More coffee, Jan?

May I come in?

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry I was so rude,

but really, sometimes...

Well, how can a person expect

to remain calm and polite

all the time in a situation

that's so completely...

not normal?

Can you imagine having to sit

in one place all day, every day

without moving unless it's

absolutely necessary

from morning to night?

I don't know what

I would do if it wasn't for

you and Jan and the others.

There's just no telling how long

it's going to last, is there?

That's the worst part of it,

I suppose.

Not knowing

when it will be over

and when we can go

back to our normal lives.

I know it isn't the same

as being locked away in hiding

as you all are.

But the way I try to think

of the occupation

is that every day that passes

is one day less of it.

Sometimes it helps

to think of it that way.

Yes.

I see what you mean.

I'll try to do that.

In the meantime,

do you know what

I would adore to happen?

What?

I would adore it

if you and Jan

could come and spend the night

here with us here one night.

Oh. Well, I'm not quite sure

that would be convenient

for everyone.

Oh, it would be

no trouble at all.

Look, you could stay here

in our room,

and Margot and I could sleep

in Mommy and Daddy's room.

It would be no trouble.

I'll ask Daddy.

If he says yes, will you?

Will you stay the night

with us, Miep?

Well, if it's all right with

the others, we'd be delighted.

Oh, that would be wonderful.

I know he'll say yes.

I'll wait until tomorrow

to ask him, though.

He's probably not too pleased

with me just now

for being so rude

to Mrs. Van Daan.

Oh...

I wonder, could you do

something for me, Miep?

Whatever I can.

Could you bring me something

more to write in?

I'm running out of space

in my diary.

Daddy gave it to me on my last

birthday just before...

well, just before

we came here.

I'm sure I'll find you

something.

I kept a diary long ago

when I was about your age.

Do you have it still?No, I threw it away.

Oh, you should have

kept it, for always.

Sometimes I wish I had.

It might be amusing to know what

kind of girl I was then.

Exactly.

I'm keeping mine for always.

Okay, pull.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

It could have been suicide,

of course,

but more likely the poor

fellow simply died in hiding

and had to be disposed of

by his protectors.

Rinse.

I have decided I must go into

hiding, Miep.

Mrs. Dussel and I have

discussed the possibility

and decided it would

be for the best that

I find a safe address.

Only you?My wife is a Lutheran.

Oh, yes, of course,

I had forgotten.

She wants to go with me,

but I have insisted.

Why should she

suffer for me in that way?

You wouldn't happen to know

of a safe address,

would you, Miep,

by any chance?

I only ask because I know

you and your husband

have been good

friends to us.

For all I know,

you may have helped

the Franks and the

Van Daans to escape.

Oh, my God.

How long has it been since they

all disappeared?

Six months?

More?

I only hope they are safe in

Switzerland someplace.

But I don't ask.

It's none of my business.

Well, if you hear of a place

that might be possible for me.

Open.

I don't know, Jan.

I'll have to think it over.

Of course, there would

have to be some discussion

with the others.

I understand.

Have you looked for other

possibilities?

Yes, we have.

To no avail so far.

That's why we...

decided to discuss

the possibility with you.

Of course you said nothing to

Dussel about us here.

Absolutely not.

Well, I hope you enjoyed your

stay at the hotel Secret Annex.

If you are half as comfortable

as Anne is delighted,

you should have

a decent night of it.

After tonight, you will never

want to stay

in the hotels of

Europe again.

Good night.

Good night.Sleep well.

No, you took two when

I put it down. It's my--

Everyone would have to agree

to it, of course.

But naturally, I wanted to

discuss it with you first.

If it comes to a vote,

mine will be yes.

How could we refuse, Otto?

It would be a strain

in every way.

Because that than the thought of

what might happen

if we were to turn him away.

As you say,

how can we refuse?

We'll talk to others

in the morning.

Who can tell?

Another face might actually be

something of a relief.

God knows he's a far better

bridge player

than Petronella Van Daan.

Are you asleep?

Not yet.

What are you thinking?

That in the morning,

we are free to leave here

and live our

normal lives.

For the first time,

I think I begin to know

just the littlest bit

what it's like to be them.

I don't know how to thank you.

Where is it to be?

We can't tell you, Doctor,

only--When?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

That's impossible.

Delay is dangerous.

If you begin to make

preparations,

you can't help it.

Someone else notices, who knows

who will become suspicious.

It's too dangerous.

Yes, all right,

whatever you say.

Will it be very far away

in the country?

Can you tell me that?

No, Doctor, we can't tell you.

I'm sorry.

Tell me what you can.

Tomorrow morning at 7:00,

you go to this address.

Wait there on the street.

Carry as little as possible.

Nothing that would make you

conspicuous.

The best way is to wear several

layers of clothing.

That's the usual thing,

but don't overdo it.

A man will approach you and say,

"Follow me, please."

That's all there is to it.

And don't wear your star.

But that is dangerous.

What if...

Yes.

Yes, I see what you mean.

Follow me, please.

Quickly please, Doctor.

Good God, what the hell

is going on here?

Pardon my French.

Come and see, Doctor.

This is amazing.

I would never have dreamt it.

Welcome to the Secret Annex,

Dr. Dussel.

Switzerland would have been

better, Doctor,

but we make the best of it.

Come on, come on, everybody,

breakfast is ready.

If only I knew where he was,

it would help a little,

I think.

Secrets fly, Mrs. Dussel.

Things are best left

as they are.

The fewer who know

will be safer.

What happens if they die?

Hmm?

These people in hiding,

what happens if they

become ill and die?

The Germans have increased

the reward for the Jews.

It must be because there are

so few of them left.

Have you noticed?

One doesn't see many Jews

about on the streets anymore.

When it all began,

I recall Albert telling me

there were 140,000 Jews

in Holland.

I wonder how many are left.

What's happened?

Miep...

Miep!

I told you it was going to be

all right, didn't I?

I knew it!

I told you!

It was only natural to think it

was the Germans down there.

I said it might only be

burglars. I was right.

Always helpful to have

an optimist around.

What happened?

Burglars.

Well, Mr. Koophuis, that

was a close one, I'd say.

Obviously, we owe you

a special thanks

for the inspiration of

that bookcase.

Absolutely. Without that,

those hoodlums

would be through the door

in nothing flat,

turning us all in.

What's the current

German price on us?

Still five guilders a piece?

That's assuming,

of course,

they didn't hear us

moving about up here.

If they did, they might

well be squawking

to the green police

this very minute.

So far, so good.

Koophuis, when this ridiculous

nightmare is over,

I'll buy you the biggest

bottle of champagne

to be found

in all of Amsterdam.

There's nothing original

about it at all.

It always happens in those, uh,

those spooky films.

The hidden door behind the

bookcase.

What was the name of that fellow

always in those films, Anne?

Bela Lugosi.

That's the fella.

The one with the cape.

Always the hidden door behind

the bookcase.

It was obvious.

In that case,

we should all

write a letter of thanks

to Mr. Lugosi.

I'll sharpen his teeth

at no charge.

for the rest of his life.

What's the matter with you?

Are you totally crazy?

Can't you obey

the most simplest of rules?

Damn you all!

You vile, rotten people!

You think you own the world

and everyone in it!

You don't own the world!

You'll never own it!

Never!

And every day you're losing

more of what you did!

And thank God for that!

Our day will come!

And when it does,

we'll make you pay for

everything!

For everything you've done!

Something terrible has happened.

Hendriks has been arrested.

Hello, Mr. Dortmunn.

Hello, Mrs. Gies.

An arrest you say?

Not a friend of yours, I hope.

Well, no, he isn't

a friend exactly.

He was our...

He was my butcher.

Butcher?

Safe to guess what brought about

that arrest, then.

The black market, no doubt.

A Jew?

No, no, he isn't a Jew.

There are some Christians

who are not

altogether kosher either, eh,

Kraler?

Better luck next time in your

choice of butcher.

Heil Hitler.

Have a safe journey,

Mr. Dortmunn.

Thank you.

He just dropped in

out of nowhere.

On his way back

to Germany,

visiting the branch offices

and complaining about the

quality of the product.

It was all I could do to refrain

from reminding him

that if they hadn't

started the war,

the quality of the product would

be as good as it ever was.

I have to go sit down.

My knees are shaking.

Anne, I brought you

some more notebooks.

Oh, thank you, Miep,

that's wonderful.

Miep?

Hmm?

What's your opinion on the

Americans invading Italy?

Why didn't they invade France

as they've been promising

is what I'd like to know.

Italy is so far away.

It will take them

an awfully long time

to get here from Italy,

don't you think?

I have also brought you

a little gift.

I don't know if they will fit,

you're growing so fast.

Have you noticed?

I think Peter has.

Uh, shoes.

Only second-hand,

but I think pretty good.

Oh, Miep!

For me?

Oh, they're beautiful!

I've never had

high-heeled shoes.

Well, it's time you had.

Try them on.

See if they fit.

Oh!

I feel like I'm going to

fall on my face.

We all do at first.

You'll get used to it.

Walk.

Oh!

Only one bag per person.

It's hardly worth the waiting.

♪♪

Hello.

Good morning, Mr. Koophuis.

What news?

Oh, my God.

Is that true?

Are you certain?

Oh, my God.

Yes, yes.

Thank you, Mr. Koophuis,

thank you.

Jan!

Jan!

They've come!

...troops of United States, Great Britain and Canada.

General Eisenhower's

communicade was calculated

to give little

information to the enemy.

We repeat again the full text

of his message

broadcast earlier this morning,

the 6th of June, 1944.

People of Western Europe,

a landing was made this morning

on the coast of France

by troops of the Allied

Expeditionary Force.

This landing is part of a

concerted united nations

plan for the liberation of

Europe

made in conjunction with our

great Russian allies.

I have this message

for all of you.

Although the initial assault

may not have been made in your

own country,

the hour of your

liberation is approaching.

All victims, men and women,

young and old,

have a part to play in the

achievement of final victory.

To members of

resistance movements...

Steady.

Don't move.

They say they can't find

the work order anywhere.

Shall we discuss

your friends upstairs?

We must keep calm.

They may only be

sniffing around.

I think they know.

I think they know.

Miep, the ration books.

Oh, my God.

Jan, they're all here.

Are they found?Not yet.

I think they know, Jan.

Don't let the police

find it.

Take the ration books

out of here.

Elli, go with Jan.

Yes, Elli, go with Jan.

Get a raincoat.

You.

Back already?

You're working too hard, Jan.

You should at least take your

full lunch time.

It doesn't take very long

to eat what little there is

these days, does it.

No.

You can say that again.

Papers.

Born in Vienna.

I was born in Vienna, too.

You shame your German blood.

As you can see,

I am married to a Dutchman.

I am Dutch.

You are a German slut helping to

hide Jewish garbage.

You betray the Fatherland,

you shame your people

and you shame me!

I expect no more from this

Dutch trash! But you?

How dare you display

such contempt

for one of the Furher's

greatest personal victories

by harboring these specimens

of Jew filth!

I can't believe

you are so stupid

as not to have understood

the consequences

of your disgusting actions.

Are you prepared for them now?

Are you prepared to share the

fate of your Jew friends?!

Or the punishment of

these Dutch Jew lovers?

You are a stupid,

stupid, woman.

So...

what am I going

to do with you?

Hmm?

What am I going to do with you?

I tell you frankly

that only our common blood

gives me the slightest

hesitation in that regard.

You have that to thank and

nothing else for whatever

shred of sympathy I might feel

for you at this moment.

That and nothing else,

you understand.

Do you understand?

I can only say that

I am prepared

for whatever

consequences there may be.

Ah!

Everybody out!

Move! Move!

Maybe we can buy them back.

What?

If we could get enough money

together...

we could take up

a collection.

There are plenty who

would contribute.

Maybe we could buy them back.

Darling--There have been rumors.

You know as well as I do

that the Germans can

sometimes be approached now

that they are losing the war.

You know as well as I,

after all these years,

the reliability of rumors.

But maybe we could.

Maybe we could buy them back.

In respect to what?

To our friends.

How much money would it take

to free them?

You think we're in the business

of selling Jews?

I thought that it might be

possible to appeal to you--

If we were in the business

of selling Jews,

we'd all be

millionaires now.

In 30 seconds,

you will either be out on

the street on your way home,

or you will be in transit

to the Amersfoort camp

to join your

Dutch friends.

One or the other.

I can promise you.

I, uh, shall be brief.

The Germans have capitulated

unconditionally.

The war is over.

Hello, Miep.

Of course, when we arrived at

Auschwitz,

they separated the

men from the women.

This was standard procedure.

But there was

sometimes ways of

keeping track of others

in the camp,

the usual grapevine sort

of thing.

After some months,

October, I think.

Anne and Margot...

and Mrs. Van Daan

were transferred to

Bergen-Belson.

Edith...

I'm sorry to have to

tell you,

Edith won't be coming back.

She died in Auschwitz

infirmary

sometime during the winter.

Van Daan, I saw

with my own eyes

on his way to the gas chamber.

Oh, God.

Just before the Russians

liberated the camp,

the Germans took a great many

of the younger,

stronger men with them

in their retreat.

Peter was one of those.

I don't know what

happened to him.

Nor Dr. Dussel.

I lost track of him altogether,

I'm sorry to say.

And Mrs. Van Daan

and the girls?

I have high hopes.

Bergen-Belson wasn't a death

camp, you see.

There were no gas chambers.

And I think especially Anne

and Margot,

they are young, stronger.

Anne will be 16 in just a

weeks time, you know?

The 12th of June.

Yes...

I have high hopes.

This is terribly

kind of you, Miep.

I can't thank you enough.

You are welcome to say here for

as long as you like, Mr. Frank.

It would please us so very much

if you would consider this

your home until you can

make more comfortable

arrangements for yourself.

Well, then,

it would please me very much if

you would call me Otto.

Oh, uh,

it's never seemed...

Well, of course, if you prefer

it. Of course, Mister---

Uh, but only outside

of the office.

I think it would be

very awkward for me

to be so informal

at the office.

If you insist.

Especially if there would

be no office

for me to come back to if

it were not for you.

Fortunately, after

Mr. Koophuis was released,

we're able to

keep on keeping on.

Such good news about him and

Kraler.

I thought of them often

and prayed God they wouldn't be

severely punished.

Yes.

May I?

Thank you.

Yes, fortunately, all our

prayers were answered,

in that respect,

at least.

Now, what about these people

you have spoken to

who are trying to relocate

prisoners from the camps?

When might you have some news of

Anne and Margot?

It's impossible to say.

There are so many, Miep.

"Displaced persons"

they call us.

There are millions.

Isn't it astonishing?

Millions.

Just last week,

after Mr. Kraler came back,

we talked about that day for

the first time altogether.

Mr. Kraler and Mr. Koophuis

and Elli and Jan and I

about who might have done it.

Who might have been the one

who betrayed you.

But, of course, we could only

suspect and speculate.

I wonder if we'll ever know.

Do you want to, Miep?

Don't you?

No.

I don't ever want to know.

Come.

Good morning, Mr. Frank.

Good morning.

Your mail.

Thank you.

Have you heard the news this

morning, sir, about this bomb?

Yes, I have.

It seems inconceivable.

Maybe it will end the war

over there.

Pray God.

Mr. Frank?

Mr. Frank?

Otto?

Otto, are you all right?

Anne and Margot are...

...not coming back, Miep.

Excuse me, Otto.

I was saving this for Anne.

We were only a few

of the very, very many good

Dutch people

who did what we did or more,

much more,

during those dark and

terrible times.

Many years ago, in time,

always, like yesterday,

in the forever changed hearts of

those of us who bore witness.

♪♪