All language subtitles for A.Small.Light.S01E08.WEB.x264-TG

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 ♪♪