A Small Light

We are going into hiding.

When we get there, we need your help getting food and medicine.

This is a hiding place.

You have to be quiet.

You can't walk or talk or make any noise at all.

- How's Mr. Frank? - He's fine.

I hear they're cracking down on the Jews.

That must be scary.

Could you spare a few more?

A little bit more meat on it perhaps?

Here, a little extra cheese for your poor mother.

How are we going to keep getting more food?

Do you know these children?

- Who brought the kids here? - Some SS man.

He dropped them off with Miep and Jan,

and said they'd better not be here when he gets back.

Do this for me and I will help you with your kids.

It's apartment 214.

They left it in a chest of drawers.

A packet of important papers.

A packet of papers!

Why the hell didn't you tell me?

What, what if I just left it there?

They're taking my grandbabies.

They have to go tonight.

Miep and I will take them.

Sinterklaas gifts?

Yes, yes, for my nieces and nephews.

My favorite time of the year.

Not yours?

Oh, it's just hard this year, isn't it?

When I was little, I loved it so much.

I used to put my shoes out the night before,

wake up in the morning early and rush outside to see

what Sinterklaas have got me.

To be honest, I still do it, actually.

Does he leave you anything?

Yes. Love notes.

But they're from my husband.

See?

Even in a hard year, we find a way to celebrate.

Yeah.

Oh, I'm a bit, I'm a bit short, but I have some,

some money at my work.

Um, would you mind holding on to these for me for a second and

I'll just be right back.

I'll just pop to the office.

Of course.

Oh, no.

No. No. No.

Oh, my God.

Please be there.

Hello? Mr. Frank?

What?

Please be all right.

Oh, no. No, no.

Mr. Frank!

Oh, my gosh.

Where are they? Hello?

Miep!

Oh, my God.

These men broke in last night.

I heard everything from the office kitchen.

The vent goes straight up to my room.

They tried to get in here! They kept shaking the doorknob!

Thank God the door was locked.

And thank goodness you came in!

And it's Sunday.

The offices had been completely ransacked.

I think the money is probably gone.

Oh, the money's gone.

No.

Oh, no. Not that money.

- Yeah. - Hey, what money?

Nothing. It's fine.

It's for our Hanukkah gifts.

- Hanukkah? - Oh, Margot.

I have ears, I hear things.

What do you mean by Hanukkah?

Miep, Miep, Miep.

Hanukkah? You're worried about Hanukkah?

I was told this place was safe.

A fortress, you all said.

Mr. Pfeffer, I think everybody's had enough.

"Doctor Pfeffer," Mrs. Frank!

I may have lost everything else,

but I must insist you leave me that at least.

Yeah.

The only thing that prevented us from being

discovered was that the thieves lacked the initiative

to open a locked door!

And for that matter, why are we all so confident that

they were thieves at all?

They could have been searching for Jews.

Doctor. Please.

A fortress! I believed you!

Yes. And we welcomed you.

Please don't repay our kindness by causing

distress to our children.

Your children.

Yes.

Well, my child is living in England with my brother

having forgotten me by now.

And my Lotte is probably about to forget me, too.

She's all I have left.

If, if I'm not safe here, I may as well go and be with her.

Hmm?

- Where are you going? - Doctor Pfeffer.

Packing my things. I'm going home.

No, no.

It's not safe. If you talk.

- I won't talk. - Calm down.

- Miep, Miep, Miep! - Quiet!

Please, sit down.

No one is going anywhere.

But you make a good point, Doctor.

Perhaps our hiding place is not so secret.

It's just a door.

Anyone can open it. We need to fix that.

- Mm-hmm. - Ah!

Perhaps this misfortune has befallen us to prevent

something worse happening later.

Leave it to a Jew to turn a tragedy into a blessing.

Oh.

Not just the money for the gifts,

but the envelope where I keep the ration books.

They've cleared us out.

- It'll be okay. - How? How?

They're not gonna have any food.

It could be a whole lot worse.

Can you imagine if some well-meaning neighbor

called the police?

- Don't you do that, too. - Do what?

Can I not just be angry before I look on the bright side?

I got here as soon as I could.

How are they?

They're resting. They were up all night.

Good God.

We need to do something about the door to the Annex.

I don't know.

Cover it up or, I don't know.

I don't know what we're gonna do about Pfeffer.

What's wrong with Pfeffer?

He's really, really struggling.

I didn't know he had a child.

How did I not know that?

I always commiserate with Anne when he's short with her.

I think he's just a big bully who doesn't understand children.

But he does.

He has a son.

He's sad and he's lonely.

And I never ever offer him a kind word.

Miep, this isn't your fault.

I know it's not my fault. It's the Nazis' fault.

But I can't shout at them, can I?

Oh, dear.

- Feel better? - Hmm, yeah, yeah.

Oh, it felt really good, actually.

I'm, I'm really sorry, Mr. Kugler.

Right. Well, okay then.

I can repair the front door.

Kleiman will be here soon.

The two of us will spend the night in case the thieves return.

No sense in all of us being here.

You two can go.

Was this because I shouted at you?

Already forgotten.

Are you sure it's okay if we go?

Absolutely. Now go.

Enjoy your day off.

I will protect our friends.

Yes.

Oh. We have a day now.

I don't remember what we used to do on a Sunday.

Do you?

That's because we used to do absolutely nothing.

Well then, let's do that.

You said you had some shopping to do.

I've agreed to meet my brother.

You saw him last week.

Yes. I know.

He's, he's got some difficulties at work.

Well, he makes cheese.

How difficult can that be?

- Might be surprised. - Well, I'll come with you.

I'm quite good at helping people through

their difficulties, aren't I?

- You hate my brother. - I don't hate him.

You do, you call him the Chairman of Cheese.

Well, because all he talks is about is cheese.

I mean, the history of cheese.

The texture of cheese.

The perfect temperature at which to store cheese.

I'm not a saint, Jan.

Go home. I'll be quick.

Well, I'll be waiting.

In bed.

Oh, I'll be very quick.

Bye-bye.

You know, friends.