All language subtitles for White.Bird.2023.720p.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]-English

Excuse me.

Hello?

Hi. Is anyone sitting here?

Uh, no.

-You're new here, aren't you?
-Yeah.

You have anything
on Wednesdays?

My friends and I started
this new club

and we're always looking
for new members.

Even if it's not
totally your thing,

it's a good way
to meet new people.

Right now, we're organizing
a trip to D.C.

for this big
human rights rally.

Thanks anyway.

Well, if you change
your mind...

Hey.

You're Julian, right?

I'm Dillon.

My mom plays tennis
with yours.

She told me
to look out for you.

Oh. Okay.

Hey, didn't you used
to go to Beecher Prep?

Yeah. Long time ago.

I switched to Union Tech
for middle school.

Union? Man, we used to crush
you guys in the regionals.

Well, we sucked, so...

Anyway, um,

if your mom asks,
I found you, okay?

And, word of advice,
this is the loser table.

If you want, you can come
sit with us tomorrow.

Oh, okay. Maybe I...

Hey, how's the new school?

Hello?

Boo!

Grand-mere, you scared
the crap out of me.

Aw.

Je suis desolee, mon cher.

I couldn't resist.

So, viens ici! Allez, allez!

I come all the way from Paris

and that's the best
you can do?

You weren't expecting me?

No. I knew you were coming,
I just forgot it was today.

Mm.

I just saw your parents.

They had to go out
for some fancy soiree

with your father's colleagues.

Yeah. What else is new?

Alors, c'est une table
pour deux.

Uh, Dad said
they're doing an exhibit

-of your paintings at the Met?
-Mm.

"Retrospective."

It's a polite way
of saying I'm old.

-Grand-mere, I'm only 15.
-Mm? Mm-hmm.

So, tell me about you.

What about this new school
of yours?

Well, it's only been a week.

So I don't really know
anyone yet.

Well, I met this kid today
who seems okay.

Like, he's into sports
and stuff.

He said that I could
hang out with him

and his friends
if I wanted to.

Mm, well, that's good, no?

I don't know. I guess.

Right now,
I'm just trying to fit in.

It's kind of been my motto

ever since I left
my old school.

Mm.

What?

Julian, you did not leave
your old school.

You were expelled.

For being cruel
to another boy.

Whatever.
You know what I mean.

If I learned anything
from back then,

it's to just mind
my own business.

Don't be mean, don't be nice.

Just... be normal.

And this is what
you've learned?

To be normal?

What's wrong with normal?

Nothing.

And everything.

I, too, wanted to be normal
when I was your age, but...

But what?

I'm sure your father
has told you stories

about what happened to me
when I was a young girl.

Some.

He says you don't really like
to talk about it.

I don't.

But now, I think,
for your sake, I must.

Do you see that glass
paperweight over there?

Will you fetch that for me?

Do you know the name
of the village

that I grew up in, in France?

Uh,
Auberdeen-something-something?

Aubervilliers-aux-Bois.

It's in
the Margeride mountains

surrounded by this ancient
forest called the Mernuit.

The Mernuit was a dark
and scary place.

People would tell legends
about the giant wolves

that roamed the woods
during the long winters.

But in the spring,
the leaves filled the trees,

the birds returned,
and the forest came alive.

Then, in early May,

the most wondrous thing
would happen.

The bluebells would
come into bloom.

Oh,

it was magical.

Magique.

To see it was to feel like

you had stepped
into a fairy tale.

It is perhaps my most beloved
memory of my childhood.

Picnics with my parents
amongst the fairy flowers.

Make me a bird, Papa.

Again?

-But faster this time.
-Okay, okay.

♪ Little bird, little bird ♪

♪ How high will you fly? ♪

♪ As high as the sky ♪

♪ As the sky above ♪

♪ Little bird, little bird ♪

♪ How fast will you go? ♪

♪ As fast as a crow ♪

♪ As fast as a dove ♪

♪ Little bird, little bird ♪

♪ How far will you see? ♪

♪ As far as I wish ♪

♪ For now I am free ♪

We lived
in a beautiful flat

in a lovely part of town.

My father was a doctor,
a surgeon,

and my mother
taught mathematics.

We were not rich,

but we were
certainly not poor.

I admit I was a bit spoiled.

Although, of course,
I did not see it that way.

Slowly, girls.

When life
is as good as mine was,

there is much you do not see.

It has been two years

since Paris fell to Germany.

And to mark the occasion,

our beloved city
was paid a visit

by none other
than Herr Hitler himself.

Okay, he just looked at you.

He did not!

He just did it again.

We'll be in the cellar.

If anyone asks for me,
I went home, sick with cold.

Okay?

Sounds better now.

I... I replaced
the pressure roller.

Oh.

Hey.

Well?

Wait. Your new jacket?
I love it.

It looks so expensive.

Here comes gimp with a limp.

Take his stick.

That's it.

Hop like a bunny.

He ought to be in the circus.
Boy, fetch.

Ugh! Even his crutch reeks.

Hey, Tourteau, let's race.

Poor Tourteau.

They're so mean.

It's not his fault his father
gave him polio.

That's not how he got it.
It was just bad luck.

Well, my mother says he got it

because his father works
in the sewers.

It's definitely why
he smells so bad.

I didn't
even know his name.

We all just
called him Tourteau,

which means "crab,"
because of how he walked.

The truth is, I didn't
think about him at all.

I cared only about my clothes,

my social life,

and my passion secrete.

My artwork.

"Let us enjoy
the transient delight

"That fills our fairest day.

"Unhappy crowds cry out
to you in prayers.

"Flow, Time,
and set them free.

"Run through their days

"and through
their ravening cares.

"But leave
the happy be."

Thank you, Claude.

That was very well read.

Lamartine is one
of our Romantic poets.

He was part of a new movement
that created a new tone

and feeling to French poetry.

Let's try
to pay attention, Sara.

Yes, Mademoiselle Petitjean.

The poem is about man's
frustration with time.

We want to control it,
but of course we can't.

All right,
see you all tomorrow.

Sara, could you stay a moment?

Sorry about the note.

The drawing of the bird...

May I see it again?

Have you shown these
to anyone?

Just my parents.

When I was your age,

I loved to write.

Poems, stories...

but I kept them to myself.

I thought if my friends knew,

or, God forbid, boys,

they'd tease me.

It wasn't what
popular girls do, you know?

A gift is
to be treasured, Sara.

Never stop drawing.

Okay?

You sound just like my father.

I consider that
quite the compliment.

The world of reality
has its limits.

The world of imagination

is boundless.

See you tomorrow.

Hi, Madame Ballou.

Hi, Pierre.

One pain au chocolat, please.

Here.

Thank you.

Just take it and go.

What?

When?

Today.

This morning.

Don't worry.

I'll find another job.

I was getting a little bored
of the university anyway.

How could they do that?

You're the best math professor
they have.

It's complicated, Sara.

Not really.

Max, don't.

What?

There's a sign in the window
of the bakery this afternoon.

It said "No Jews."

There's probably going to be
more signs like that.

You said that wouldn't
happen here.

That this was
the unoccupied zone.

The free zone.

I'm afraid I was wrong.

It's like
a bad storm, Sara.

We just have to weather it,

and eventually, it'll pass.

Last month in Paris,

the police arrested
almost 13,000 Jews.

Many of them children.

Rounded them up
in the velodrome,

shipped them to Drancy,
to a labor camp.

Max, enough!

The French police?

There is no France.

Vichy takes its orders
from Germany now.

You're scaring her.

Of course there's a France.

We're French citizens
with papers to prove it.

I'm sorry,

but she needs to know
what's happening.

In Lyon, Jews are made
to wear yellow stars

like they do
in the occupied zone.

Only foreign-born Jews.
Religious Jews.

No, Rose,
listen to yourself!

Do you think these bastards
care where we were born?

Or... Or... Or whether we go
to synagogue or not?

In their eyes,
we're not French.

We're vermin,
a disease to be wiped out.

Enough!

Maman?

It'll be okay, Sara.

This is our country,
and it always will be.

Tell her!

Tell her it's going
to be okay.

It's going to be okay.

The wildlife in Africa

is very different
to ours here in France.

They have gazelles, hyenas...

All right, make sure
to memorize

the information on the board

and we'll continue next week.

Sara?

Excuse me.

Oh, God, what is he doing?

Is he coming over here?

I saw this under your desk.

I figured you must
have dropped it.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Somebody has a crush.

Is that
a friend of yours?

Huh? Um, no.

I... I...
I left something in class.

What was it?

Nothing.

May I?

Uh, no, don't, man.

Tourteau touched it
with his crab claws.

Jerome, you're terrible.

Can I?

You drew all of these?

Uh, just when I'm bored.

It's stupid stuff.

You shouldn't say that.

Is this me?

Um...

I like it.

You shouldn't be so shy
about your talent.

These are really good.

For a Jew.

There!
There he is, Officer.

The Jew who tricked us
out of our money.

Jew?
What Jew? I'm no Jew.

Give them back
their money, Jew.

This will teach you not

to steal from honest people.

Filthy Jew!

France must
be purged of every Jew,

every communist,
every Gaullist.

It's time we rebuild
our country,

so that we too may know
the pride they feel in Berlin.

In Munich...

It's from Marseilles.

Aaron and Lucie were arrested.

What?

But that's the free zone.

There was a roundup.

Apparently, they were taken

to a camp up north
near Compiegne.

Petain is putting Darnand

in charge
of the National Police.

A fascist in league
with Hitler's SS,

in charge of the police.

It's time, Rose.

We need to get out
while we can.

Like Rabbi Bernstein
and his wife.

So, what, we just...

abandon our home?

Everything we own,
everything we worked for?

-No, I just... I know.
-Rose.

I just want to give it
a little more time.

Get our things in order...

and say our goodbyes.

There can be no goodbyes,
Rose.

You know that.

No one must know.

That's beautiful, Sara.

Why do people hate us so much?

Not all people.

You need to remember that.

But some do.

Some. Some, yes.

What I believe

is that all people
have a light inside them.

And that light lets them see
into other people's hearts.

But some people have lost it.

They have darkness
inside them,

so that's all they see
in others.

They hate us
because they can't see us.

As long as we shine our light,

we win.

We're sorry, Sara.

We know this is going
to be very hard for you.

When do we need to leave?

How soon?

Soon.

By next week, the latest.

It won't be forever.

Do you promise?

Promise.

Now I need a promise from you.

I want you to keep wearing
your winter boots to school.

What?

I've been waiting to wear
my new shoes all winter.

Oh, please, little bird.

Why?

Because I want you to.

Okay?

Fine.

-Promise?
-Yes.

Thank you.

Good night, Sara.

We love you.

-Morning, Pastor Luc.
-Morning, Ms. Blum.

So then, A squared

plus B squared

equals C squared.

Come in.

Mademoiselle Petitjean,
may I have a word?

Of course.

Yeah.

Children, I have to leave
for a few minutes.

So I want you all to behave
until I'm back.

Sara, Ruth,

I need you to come with me.
Quickly, please.

And bring your coats.

Come on.

Why?

I'll explain
everything outside.

To the rest of you,
stay in your seats.

There's been a roundup
of the Jews

in Aubervilliers-aux-Bois.

We believe German officers

-are on their way here now.
-Here?

A maquisard is going

to take you
and the other Jewish children

to hide in the woods.

Sara, where's your coat?

I left it in the art room.

Here, take this.

Okay.

-I'm scared.
-Me too.

I know you are,
but it's gonna be all right.

Quickly, you two. Come.

Children, this is Antoine.

He will keep you safe.

But you must do exactly
as he says.

Do you understand?

I need you all
to stay very quiet

and to run very fast.

Can you do that?

Move
into the next courtyard!

Hurry! Hurry!

Now!

Oh, I'm sorry.

None of these children
came to school today.

Someone must have
tipped them off.

They were taken away
by the teachers.

They're still
on the ground somewhere.

Thank you, young man.

Your teachers could learn
from your example.

Find them.

Get off her!

Behind you!

There goes
another one!

I got one here!

Little girl!

Did you see one come this way?

Right, now go back
to your classrooms.

Come away
from the windows right now.

Go back to your classroom
right now.

Vive I'humanite!

-It's all right.
-Absolutely.

We're taking you
to your parents.

Everybody in, please.

For the love of God,
let them go, I beg you.

Lying scum.

I should shoot you right now.

Don't, please!

Don't do this.
They're only children.

They're Jews.

We have our orders.

If you have any brains,
you'll go back inside

and mind your own business.

These children
are our business.

No, these are my students.
I'm staying with them.

Marie...

One of the children
is missing.

There are 14 names
on our list,

but only 13 children
accounted for.

One's missing.

Sara.

The soldiers are
still searching for you.

You need to come
with me right now.

I know a way out.

I'm sorry.
It's the safest way.

Where are we?

My father showed me this once.

He's worked in these sewers
for years.

It... It only goes down
about as deep as your knees.

I think.

Here.

I'm... I'm fine.

You're freezing.

And it's another six
kilometers to Dannevilliers.

What's in Dannevilliers?

My home.

What about my parents?

What if something bad happened
to my parents?

I'm sure they're fine. Okay?

Sara, please,
we really need to keep moving.

See that house past the barn?
That's ours.

Only I'm thinking it might not
be safe for you to stay there.

There's a nosy old couple
who live right above us.

My father thinks
they're Nazi informants.

Don't worry.

You'll be safe in the barn.

Sorry.

A mouse.

If it was safe to stay
at my house, you...

It's fine. Really.

This is nice.

What is that?

That... That sound?

Um, that would be the bats.

They nest in the rafters
sometimes.

They're harmless, I swear.

Oh, there's the hayloft.

I was thinking
that's where you could hide.

Um...

Oh, it's fine, really.

I'm stronger than I look.

We'll stack some hay bales
along the edge

and you'll be
hidden completely.

All right?

I'll be right back.

You're leaving?

Just to tell my parents
what's going on.

Tourteau?

I...

I just wanted to...

Well, if you hadn't...

It's okay.

You're safe now.

There is one thing, though.

Yeah?

Maybe call me by my real name
instead of Tourteau?

I... Of course.

See, I know your last name
is Beaumier

'cause they always sit us
next to each other, but...

It's Julien.

Sorry.

Thank you, Julien.

-Julien?
-Mm.

Your father knew how special
that name was to me.

So what happened next?

Next, I met his parents.

Vivienne and Jean-Paul.

We'll do everything
we can to find your parents.

And until then,
you stay with us, okay?

It's not the Ritz,

but, uh, we can
spiff it up a little.

Can't we, Julien?

Here.

Try to eat something.

I'll, um... fix you up a bed.

Maman, Papa, where are you?

I was instructed
not to leave the barn

under any circumstances.

For fear of being found out
by the nosy neighbors.

The Lafleurs.

No one could know
of my existence.

Sara?

I, um...

I brought you something.

I remember how
you like to draw.

Here.

Thanks, Julien.

I also brought,
um, some books.

And your schoolwork
so you don't fall behind.

I could teach today's lesson
if you want.

Or not.

You're being so nice to me.

I was never very nice to you.

At least my friends
certainly weren't.

I guess
I always felt you were...

I don't know...

different.

Maybe you're wrong.

I doubt it.

I'm really smart.

Is that so?

I mean, I don't like
to brag, but...

Oh, no, of course not.

Vivienne and
Jean-Paul tried their best.

But as days became weeks,

there was still no word
of my parents.

I could feel myself
losing track of time.

Every day, the same.

There was only one thing
I could look forward to.

My lessons with Julien.

So if A and B
are distinct points,

and AC plus CB equals AB,

then C must lie on...

AB.

Not bad, Blum.

Okay, so what we can get
from that information

is that CAB is
a right-angled triangle.

-And that information...
-Hey, what's this?

...means that C... Oh.

I, um...

I thought you might
like to hang it up.

Make the place feel
a little more like a bedroom.

I love it.

Charlie Chaplin's my favorite.

I know.

You do?

Well, I mean, he's everyone's
favorite, right?

We should get back
to the lesson.

In a minute.

You promised me
a gossip report first.

Remember?

So I did.

Ah, let's see. Uh...

Well, you were right
about Jean-Marc.

He does have
a crush on Simone.

I heard him telling Luc
in biology.

I knew it. What else?

Let me think.

Yvette and Agnes
are still fighting

over the solo
in the spring recital.

-Of course.
-Of course.

Christophe got in trouble
for snoring

in Madame Lucienne's class.

Oh! And they finally
figured out who hid

that sardine
in Monsieur Gillot's desk.

-It was...
-Eugene.

You told me last week

he flunked Gillot's
surprise test.

Plus, his father works
in the cannery.

Impressive.

Simple maths.

Speaking of which...

Fine.

Okay, so if angle A
and angle B

are complementary

-and angle A is twice...
-Julien...

Thank you again for this.

I'm glad you like it.

In town, the situation

was only growing worse.

Vincent and some other boys
from the school

had been recruited
to join the Milice,

a local Nazi militia.

They were given guns
and areas of town to patrol,

with instructions to report
any suspicious behavior.

As resistance groups

continue to grow
across France,

Germany warns
that it will crush

any efforts to undermine
the occupation.

Julien,

if anyone asks for me,

you know what to say.

In the countryside,
we have the advantage.

We know the terrain,
the best roads to ambush.

My contact
in Toulouse says

they're shipping us
more ammunition.

But it'll take
a few more days.

No,
it has to be sooner.

The answer is no.

The underground
is only for those

willing to die for freedom.

That's not why
I need to see you.

Then what?

I need your help.

Are you sure
you can trust him?

I'm positive.

So he said
it'll take a few weeks

for the woman he knows
to forge the identity papers.

But once we have those,

Georges will arrange
to take you

to an abbey in Le Moustier.

The nuns there
have been organizing

crossings into Switzerland.

Switzerland?

It's five days on foot
through the Alps,

but they've gotten a lot
of Jews out that way.

You wouldn't be alone.

Honestly, I feel safer here.

Oh, my sweet.

I'm not sure you are.

After her victory in Orleans,

Joan was able
to convince Charles VII...

Managed
to convince Charles VII

to let her join the Army.

...led by the Duke of Alencon.

...led by the Duke of Alencon.

...with the aim of recapturing

bridges along the Loire.

...with the aim
of recapturing

the bridges along the Loire.

Joan then led a small...

Have you ever been there?

The Loire?

Switzerland.

I've never even been to Paris.

You know I'd go with you
if I thought

I wouldn't slow you down.

You've really never
been to Paris?

I've never even
left Dannevilliers

except to go to school.

What?

What?

Where are you going?

Sara?

Well?

How do you like Paris so far?

It's, um...

It's great.

Up ahead is
the Place de l'Etoile.

Do you see it?

Yes?

Julien. Here, take the wheel.

Come on.

Just use your imagination.

Just picture it
in your mind's eye...

the Arc de Triomphe.

It's a beautiful archway,

over 50 meters tall.

And there,

the Place de la Concorde.

Do you see
all those lovely cafes?

The flower shops?

Julien?

You really want me to say yes,
don't you?

It's only fun if you try.

The world of reality
has its limits.

The world of imagination
is boundless.

Keep trying.

We're driving down
a quaint little street

in the sixieme arrondissement.

And now we're turning...

...along the banks
of the River Seine.

That's
the Saint-Michel bridge.

Just up there.

-Wait, I kind of see it now.
-You do?

-Really?
-Really.

And there, to the left,
there's Notre-Dame.

Isn't it incredible?

It really is.

Can I admit
something embarrassing?

I do this at least
three times a week.

You try spending every
single day alone in a barn.

Watch out for that lady!

Just for that, we're skipping
the Eiffel Tower.

No.

Please. Not the Eiffel Tower.

Fine.

The next three weeks

passed very strangely.

Time seemed to crawl.

And yet, it also seemed
to move very, very fast.

Almost too fast.

See that leopard over there?

See how its spots
are all circular?

Yeah.

That's because
we're in East Africa.

In the south,
the spots would be square.

-You're making that up.
-I am not.

Dang.

Wait, Sara, Sara,
see over there?

See them? They're zebras.

Oh, they're beautiful.

What's up there?

I was anxious
about leaving for Switzerland.

I knew I would miss
those evenings with Julien.

It was as if

we had created
our own little world,

even as the world outside
grew darker and darker.

Georges, it's me.

I'm here for the papers.

They were up to something.

What have we here?

Look at this.

We're gonna send a message.

This is what happens
to traitors.

Come on.

Hurry up!

Let's go. Let's go.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Look out!

I hate them.

I hate them so much.

I'm so sorry, Julien.

I just...

I just can't believe
he's gone.

Remember the bird
I told you about?

I drew her for you,
so you can meet her too.

She always comes
when I need her.

She brings me hope.

♪ Little bird, little bird ♪

♪ How high will you fly? ♪

♪ As high as the sky ♪

♪ As the sky above ♪

♪ Little bird, little bird ♪

♪ How far will you see? ♪

♪ As far as I wish ♪

♪ For now ♪

♪ I am free♪

Thank you.

My plan
for being smuggled out

disappeared with Georges.

The attack on the cinema
was only the beginning

of a much darker phase
of the occupation.

The killing had begun.

Attention!

The Germans
set up new headquarters

right in Dannevilliers.

Jean-Paul.

Now we had
far more to worry about

than just the nosy Lafleurs.

Nazis were everywhere,

on every road
in and out of the village.

There was no way I could
reach Switzerland now.

The Beaumiers tried
to make my life

as bearable as possible.

Vivienne continued
to keep me fed,

bring clean clothes

and of course, keep me company
for an hour or two.

But as summer came and went,

it was Julien's nightly visits
that sustained me.

The barn had
become my whole world.

And Julien, its center.

Damn. Here.

We had in common
one crucial thing.

We had both seen how much hate
people are capable of.

And how much courage
it took to be kind.

Because when kindness
can cost you your life,

it becomes like a miracle.

It is the light
in the darkness

that Papa talked about.

I began to see Julien
as more than my rescuer

or even my friend.

He was my light.

Special trip tonight,
Mademoiselle Blum.

How lovely.

Where to this time?

You'll see.

Close your eyes, okay?

How would you like
to visit New York tonight?

What?

Sure.

Okay, then.

Open your eyes.

Oh, Julien.

It's so beautiful.

Oh, look at the theaters.

What's that?

That's the
Empire State Building.

Tourteau.

Don't you ever bathe?

I thought crabs liked water.

Monsieur Beaumier...

May I have a word
in my office?

The teachers and I
have been talking,

and we've decided to place you
in advanced mathematics.

You will be
with the older children.

But I suspect they'll be
the ones trying to keep up.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, Julien.

There's not much
brings me joy these days.

You can go back to class now.

Bye.

Bye.

It's early.

Is everything okay?

My sketchbook!

I was in Pastor Luc's
and I saw it on the shelf.

Thank you!

I was so stupid back then.

I'm just telling you.

-What...
-Shh!

Go back up and hide.

And don't come out
no matter what. Go, quick.

He's in there.

Tourteau?

Hey, Tourteau.

What's going on, Tourteau?

What are you...
What are you doing here?

Uh, I was just working
on my father's car.

I saw you sneaking out
of Pastor Luc's office

with something.

What?

Don't play dumb
with us, cripple.

I left my book there. So what?

-Yeah, bullshit.
-I swear.

Please, it's in my house.
I can show you right now.

-They asked me to fix it.
-You're a bad liar.

Please. No.

What'd you steal
from Pastor Luc?

Nothing. I just left my book.

You think you're smarter
than everyone, don't you?

No.

You're pathetic,
you know that?

Weak, deformed, useless.

Do you know what Nazis do
with people like you?

Do you?

They exterminate them
like Jews.

I should do
the human race a favor...

and put you out
of your misery right now.

All right, he's learned
his lesson, Vincent.

Shut your mouth! He hasn't!

The hell are you
looking at, freak?

Vive l'humanite.

What did you say?

What...

The hell is that?

They're bats!
Let's get out of here!

It's okay, you're okay.

Go back to the loft.

-They could come back soon.
-It's okay.

-They've gone. It's okay.
-I said, go to the loft!

-What?
-What are you, stupid? Go!

-I just wanted...
-I don't care what you want.

It's not always about you.

You know what happens
if they find you here?

Do you?
They'll arrest my parents.

They'll execute them!
Do you understand?

-I didn't think...
-Yeah, of course you didn't.

All you think about
is yourself.

You're still
the same spoiled brat

that sat next to me
for five years

and didn't even know my name.

Please.

Please. I'm sorry.

Please.

Julien.

Just... Just go back
to the loft, Sara. Please.

It's been days
since he's come by.

He just needs
more time to heal.

He got so mad at me.

He was just as mad at himself.

The truth is, he should never
have taken your sketchbook.

It was too risky
for all of us.

He did it for me.

Well, in dark times,

those small things
remind us of our humanity.

Vive l'humanite.

Vive l'humanite.

Another week passed,

then another.

And still, Julien stayed away.

Go around
the middle,

through, up, and over.

Through, around...

You.

-Can we talk about...
-I'd rather not.

Okay.

I hate...

I hate that
you saw me like that.

Like what?

Like some weakling.

A helpless, pathetic weakling.

-Julien...
-I know it's hard to believe,

but I used to run fast.

Before I got polio,
I was the fastest kid

in my whole class.

And I still remember
what it felt like

to run like that.

-To be strong.
-You are strong.

You are.

And brave.

You're the bravest person
I've ever met.

Why? 'Cause I walk
with a crutch?

A crutch doesn't
make me brave,

it makes me walk.

That's not what I meant.

Could you stop talking,
please?

I thought about what you said.

-How I'm selfish.
-I was just upset.

-I didn't mean it.
-It's true.

The truth is, had you been
the one that needed saving,

I probably wouldn't
have done it.

-You don't know that.
-No, I do.

And I'm sorry.

But you did try
to save me, though.

I would have
gotten us both killed.

Probably.

Still, it was brave of you.

-Take a compliment.
-Fine.

-Thank you.
-There we go.

Um, should we get back
to the game now?

Okay.

Can I just say one more thing?

What?

Belote.

Look who finally won a hand.

I wouldn't get too used to it.

Winter came,
and with it, many changes.

More and more
soldiers arrived.

The main roads became
more dangerous.

So, Julien started taking
the long way to school.

There were other changes, too.

Before I knew it,
it was spring again.

Impossible as it seemed,

I'd been in hiding
for over a year.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Sara ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

I didn't even realize
it was today.

Happy birthday, my sweet.

Is it really chocolate?

Vivienne has been
saving ration cards

for months.

Make a wish, Blum.

Thank you.

It's beautiful.

Right,
let's eat some cake.

How'd you get it
past the Lafleurs?

We did something
a bit naughty...

God forgive us.

Last week,
I had a tooth pulled.

My doctor gave me
sleeping powder for the pain.

I had a little extra.

So maman put it

in their milk this afternoon.

We could hear them snoring
through the walls.

Mm. Now, I was told
there'd be dancing.

Mm. But of course.

Madame.

Monsieur.

Thank you for my present.

-It's a bird.
-I can see that.

Radio London interrupts

this broadcast
to bring you developing news.

Monte Cassino has
been liberated by the Allies.

The 1st German
Parachute Division

has been destroyed...

...clearing the path to Rome
for the Allies.

France will be next.

That means the war
will be over soon.

...occupied Europe
to be rescued

from Hitler's grasp.

And now,

your regularly
scheduled program.

Sara.

What are you doing here?

It must be after midnight.

I got one more
present for you.

A walk?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I just haven't
been outside in...

Come on.

I'd never
been there at night before.

All those stories
of giant wolves

would've scared me away.

But that night,

I felt no fear.

The Mernuit.

Happy birthday.

There's, um...

There's something
I've gotta say,

and I feel like
if I don't do it now,

then I'll never be able to.

Here's the thing...

If the war is really going
to end soon...

Well, when it does,

I want you to know
that in the future

that I see for myself, I...

Well, you're a part of it.

-And I'm wondering if maybe...
-Yes.

I haven't even asked
the question yet.

I know the answer.

Yes.

You should go.

The sun will be up soon.

Yeah.

Oh, wait, I have
something for you too.

Really?

Yeah.

I left something for you.

It's in the middle.

See you tomorrow.

Vive l'humanite.

"I used to be afraid
of the night.

"But now I see it
as my time for listening

"to the soul of the world

"telling me its secrets,
over and over,

"like a song,

"'You love Julien.

"'You love Julien.'

"'Yes,' I answer. 'I know.

"'I love Julien.'"

I did.

I loved him.

I wasn't brave enough
to say it that night.

But I decided,
the next night, I would.

And maybe he would say
he loved me too.

I love you, Sara Blum.

Julien,
you'll be late for school.

Good morning, maman.

Someone's in a good mood.

Why not? The sun is shining,
the bluebells are blooming.

Bluebells?

See you tonight, maman.

I'm not sure
what made Julien take

the main road to school
that morning.

Perhaps he was feeling brave.

Perhaps he had
other things on his mind.

In order, ma'am.

...much shorter than they...

You there! Cripple!

Papers.

I'm just on my way to school,
the Ecole Lafayette.

We can take you.

Wait. My bag.

Come on, move.
Let's get in.

Up, come on.

Jean-Paul.

It's your son, Julien.

What? What happened?

The police took him away.

It's Sara, right?

Little missing Jewess.

No, don't, don't, don't!

So that's where you were
this whole time,

hiding in Tourteau's barn?

His name is Julien.

Put your hands up.
Put them up!

Please.

Turn around.

Turn around!

Coward.

Halt!

Stop the truck!

Where are you going?

-Check the load.
-Why are we stopping?

Vivienne? Jean-Paul?

Vivienne? Jean-Paul?

Stay where you are.

Not another step
or I'll shoot.

Okay, but please...

What are you doing here?

I'm a friend
of Julien Beaumier.

What do you want with us?

Nothing. I just need
to find Vivienne.

Please.

-Don't make me shoot you.
-Stay there.

Sara?

Rabbi Bernstein?

Bernstein, you know this girl?

This is Sara Blum.

Her family lived
down the street from us.

I don't understand.

Lafleur, please,

put the gun away.

Sara, what are you doing here?

The Beaumiers were
hiding me in their barn.

They thought you were
informants for the Nazis.

Sara, the Lafleurs
have been hiding us

in their attic
for almost two years now.

Today, we're being
smuggled out

by the Armee Juive.

You should come with us.

No, I can't.
I have to find Vivienne.

Julien's been arrested.

I just told you.

There have been
no arrests today.

You are lying.

No, he's just upset.

-He's...
-I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Madame. Madame.

I know your son.

He was taken this morning.

They put him in a truck

along with some patients
from the hospital.

They're heading
to a prison camp

-in the mountains.
-Oh!

He can still be saved...

for the right money.

That poor boy.

Bernstein,
we haven't got much time.

He's waiting downstairs.

We'll look after the girl
till the Beaumiers return.

Good luck, old friend.

You write to us
when you get to Jerusalem.

God will remember
your kindness.

It's Vivienne.

Vivienne!

-Sara!
-Vivienne!

It's okay.

The Lafleurs have been
hiding the Bernsteins there.

We need to go.

How much money do you need?

So much more than we have.

We'll take my car.

Sara, you should go
up to our attic.

Let's go.

Everybody, out!

Come on! Everybody, out!

Get out! Let's go!

-Get out.
-What's going on?

This road is closed
so you're being diverted.

Better take
a little break now.

Come on! Out! Let's go!

-All out!
-Move!

-Out! Come on! Move!
-Quickly.

Out, everybody, come on.
Follow him.

-Let's go!
-Up the side.

-That's all.
-Let's go.

There's nine
of us, three of them.

Tell the others. On my word.

Come on, quicker.

Please.

My son is on that truck.

Please.

Not anymore.
They continued on foot.

No, no, no. No.

Please.

Please. I have money.

Money for his release.

Come on.

♪ Little bird ♪

♪ Little bird ♪

♪ How high will you fly? ♪

♪ Just as high as the sky ♪

♪ As the sky above you ♪

Move.

♪ Little bird ♪

♪ Little bird ♪

♪ How fast will you go? ♪

♪ As fast as a dove ♪

♪ As fast as a crow♪

Run!

They're getting away!

♪ Little bird ♪

♪ Little bird ♪

-♪ How far will you...♪
-No! No!

♪ ...see? ♪

♪ Just as far ♪

No!

♪ As I wish ♪

♪ For now I am free ♪

♪ For now I am free ♪

No!

Julien!

-Vivienne!
-Get her back in the car now!

Get her back, or I'll shoot.

No, no, no! Please, no! No.

Please.

Vivienne.

Get back to the car.

Please. We'll leave.

Quick, quick, quick.

The Beaumiers
returned to the woods...

Julien!

...once
the soldiers had moved on.

They searched for Julien
all through the night

and for many days
that followed.

Julien!

They continued
to cling to the hope

that perhaps
Julien had gotten away.

Julien?

But deep down,
they knew better.

Still, somehow, they put aside
their immeasurable sorrow

to take care of me.

I stayed with them
through the end of the war.

Hidden, of course.

But not in the barn.

I could never set foot
in there again.

The final capitulation

of the Nazi state...

In August,

the Nazi occupation
finally ended.

The Germans were
driven out of France.

And when
the Allied troops gathered

at the Arc de Triomphe,

you could hear
the whole world cheer.

I continued to live
with the Beaumiers,

who'd become like family.

I was glad
to be back at school.

But nothing was the same.

The weeks passed in a fog.

I couldn't stop thinking about
all that had happened to me.

And to Julien.

Then one day
in early November...

It was Papa.

He was back.

He said he was
still looking for maman.

That he and another doctor
had evaded the roundup

by hiding in the morgue.

I introduced him
to the Beaumiers,

who he could not
stop thanking.

That night,
Papa took me aside.

Somehow, I knew
it was about maman.

Sara...

He had tried
to keep the truth from me,

but he realized he could not.

He explained that on the day
of the roundup...

You!

...maman
had been arrested.

Stop!
Stop right there!

She was put
on a train to Drancy.

And from there,

sent to the concentration camp
in Auschwitz.

He didn't know how long
she was kept there.

Only that this is where
she was put to death.

I think a part of me knew
she hadn't survived.

In the white bird, I had
always felt her spirit,

gifting me hope
when I had none.

Papa and I stayed
with the Beaumiers

for a short while,

until he found work
at a hospital in Paris,

the city that would become
my new home.

You will always have
a mother in me.

I love you.

I came back
to visit the Beaumiers often.

Throughout my life.

And when I married
your grandfather,

they, along with my papa,

walked me down the aisle.

Mazel tov!

You forget
many things in life.

But you never forget kindness.

Like love...

it stays with you forever.

And I suppose that, mon cher,
is the end of my story.

Did I upset you?

Yeah, but in a good way.

And do you understand
why I needed to tell you

this story now, Julian?

Oh.

-It's okay, I've got it.
-Ah!

Merci, mon cher.

You know her

for her incredibly influential
body of work

found in museums
all over the world.

But today,

it is our great honor
to celebrate her life's work,

as part of our series devoted
to activism in the arts.

Will you please join me
in welcoming

the one and only

Sara Blum.

Have a nice day.
Thank you for coming.

Bonjour. Merci.

Bonjour, mes amis.

It is my privilege
to be with you today.

You know, I have made
speeches like this before.

I've told versions
of my story.

But for most of my life,

I have much preferred
to let my art speak for me.

I think that is why
I became an artist.

To fly away from the pain
that I have known.

But I was talking

with my young grandson
last night,

and I realized something.

I realized

I do not want
to fly away anymore.

You see,
my life was not normal.

Hatred is not normal.

Cruelty is not normal.

My bad.

Love is normal.

Kindness is normal.

But simply knowing this
is not enough.

It must be shared.

It must be practiced.

Excuse me.

Hi. Uh...

I just wanted to say
I'm sorry about yesterday.

I was kind of a jerk to you.

Kind of. Whatever. It's cool.

-My name's Julian, by the way.
-I'm Rahmiya.

Sometimes
the smallest gestures...

Join our club.

...can lead
to the greatest change.

So, you wanna come
to D.C. with our club?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah.

A very wise man,
Martin Luther King, once said,

"Darkness cannot drive out
darkness.

"Only the light can do that."

Now, this is
what my father believed.

We must, all of us, use
the light within ourselves

to stop the injustices
of today.

For only then
can we be certain

that the darkness of the past
will never be repeated.

And that those...

And that those who gave
their lives to defy it

did so
for a brighter tomorrow.

Vive l'humanite!

Vive l'humanite!

Vive l'humanite!

Vive l'humanite!

Vive l'humanite!
Vive l'humanite!

Vive l'humanite!
Vive l'humanite!

Vive l'humanite!
Vive l'humanite!