All language subtitles for Into Thin Air - Death On Everest (1997)

My name is Jon Krakauer.

I went on an expedition

to write
about climbing Mount Everest.

On May 10th, I arrived
on top of the mountain,

but the summit came
at a terrible cost.

In the spring of 1996,

two of the world's
greatest climbers,

Scott Fischer and Rob Hall,

led this expedition
to the top of the world.

Both men had summited Everest
before,

but this time,
they went as competitors,

leading nonprofessional climbers

who paid as much
as $65,000 each

to be guided to the top.

There was a businesswoman
from Japan, Yasuko Naamba.

A mailman from Seattle,
Doug Hansen.

Two ski instructors
from Aspen,

Tim Madsen
and Charlotte Fox.

A dentist from Colorado,
Dale Kruse.

A wealthy New York socialite,
Sandy Hill Pittman.

And a pathologist from Texas,
Beck Weathers.

A sudden storm rolled up from
the bottom of Mount Everest.

By the time
it reached the top,

five climbers,
who I'd come to call friends,

were dead.

Scott Fischer and Rob Hall
went as business rivals,

each trying to get
as many of their clients

to the top as possible

and win the lion's share

of the lucrative
Everest market.

I went as a journalist

to write about the wisdom
of guiding

rich novices up Everest,

once the province
of elite climbers.

Only later would I discover

that I really went for the

.. same reason as

To stand on the highest point
on Earth.

Everest arouses
a powerful desire.

To those who don't feel it,
it cannot be explained.

I told myself I was here
to write a magazine article,

but already Everest
was exerting its pull on me,

already the fever
was building.

I'm Rob Hall.
I wanna make sure

you know who your guides are.
This is Andy Harris.

Hi.

Mike Groom.

Hi there.

Hey, Mike.

And our lead
climbing Sherpa,

Ang Dorje.

Okay.

I'd like to begin by
introducing my fellow guides.

To my right, Neal Beidleman.

Hi, everybody.

If you need anything at all,
please feel free to ask him.

And him is the one and only
Anatoli Boukreev.

And my lead climbing Sherpa,
Lopsang.

Hi.

Tomorrow, we begin a 10-day
hike into base camp Everest.

Now, base camp
is 17,600 feet.

Then Camp I, 19,500 feet.

It's early in the game,

but already there's a third
less oxygen than at sea level.

So we'll lay in again
and let our bodies adjust.

Then we go up to Camp II.

Now, Camp II
is 21,600 feet,

which is when you have to
start worrying about edema,

both cerebral and pulmonary.

It's where your brain
can swell up

like an overinflated balloon

and your lungs fill up
with so much liquid

you literally drown.

Camp III at 24,000 feet.

Now your body is inhaling
four times faster than normal

and still not getting
enough oxygen.

Your digestive tract's
gonna wanna call it quits,

leaving your body so hungry
for nutrients

it will literally start
to eat itself.

And then it's Camp IV,

26,000 feet.

Welcome to the death zone,

where bad things can happen
very, very quickly.

You're gonna feel sluggish,
careless, cold.

Now, you're gonna spend
a few hours at Camp IV.

From this point onwards,

nobody on this team travels
without oxygen. Is that clear?

No arguments.

The push for the summit starts
in the middle of the night.

We go up to the south cove,

the balcony,
the south summit,

the Hillary Step,
which is the only point

of technical climbing
on the whole ascent,

and then
the top of the world.

Now,

If you are not on the summit
by 2 p.m., you turn around.

I have seen too many climbers
get killed

after reaching the top
too late in the day.

They run out of gas

and they get nailed by
the conditions on the descent.

So this rule
is hard and fast.

No matter where you are
at 2 p.m., you turn around.

Unless you're a hundred feet
from the summit,

you can run up, tag it.

You of all people know the
answer to that one, Dougie.

Even if you're 50 feet
from the summit, you go down.

You know that.

Please. I'll take another.
Thank you.

Hey, Doug?

Uh, Jon Krakauer, right?

What was that all about?

I was in Rob's group
last year.

Turned me around about
300 feet from the summit.

Whoa.

So you'll make it this year.

Have to.

That's something,
isn't it?

Come on.

Bit of a letdown,
isn't it?

Excuse me.

Over 200 climbers got permits
this season.

There's only two weeks
when we can climb her.

So we're gonna have to go up
pretty much the same time.

I was thrilled to finally be

at the foot
of the great mountain.

But my excitement blinded me
to obvious signs.

Signs that would have warned
me of the tragedy to come.

There were teams from many
different nations on Everest.

Some less experienced
than others.

The Taiwanese, for example.

I'll help.

Oh, it takes--
It's upside down. See? This.

Upside down.
This one too. See?

Man, you don't belong
on this mountain.

Because there's so many people
on the mountain this year,

most of whom
are incompetent,

Scott and I have decided

to coordinate our efforts
for this climb.

We think in terms of safety,

it's the wisest course
of action.

Yeah. Lopsang, you
and Ang Dorje

are gonna head up the Sherpas.

And we are gonna aim for
a May 10 bid for the summit.

Oh, right.

Let me emphasize this,
though.

One in four climbers
who make the top

get killed on the descent.

That's because they've used up
all their energy.

On the way down,
they get sloppy

and start making mistakes.

And at the risk
of sounding unpopular,

I've said it before,
I'm gonna say it again,

my team have
a turnaround time.

I don't care where you are
on the mountain,

at 2 p.m., you must, you
absolutely must turn around.

Even if you're a hundred feet
from the summit, you go down.

You do not wanna be caught
on the face in the night.

No one can survive a bivouac
on Everest.

Is that clear?

Listen, Scott.
Yeah?

What's your turnaround time
gonna be?

Oh, I don't really believe
in being that rigid.

I think it's, uh, important
for people

to establish their own rhythm
with the mountain,

you know what I mean?

Yeah, I do.

You could just put that
right in there. Thanks.

You do realize
how important this is, right?

Is she the golden goose?

I never let you down, Scott.
Never.

This is special network
correspondent

Sandy Hill Pittman

at base camp Everest.

After having climbed six
of the world's seven peaks,

I am now making my third climb
on Everest.

This time,
I hope to make it to the top,

attempting to report
to all of you

step by step
here on the Internet.

Neal,
can you hear me? Come in.

Scott,
I can barely hear you.

Yeah, Neal, I can
sort of hear you a little bit.

Can you hear me?

It's a piece of crap.

Okay,
quick word about oxygen.

From Camp IV,
this keeps you alive.

This knob is the regulator.

Turn it clockwise,
increases the flow of oxygen.

Counterclockwise,
you get less.

And this bouncing bubble
in the tube here

indicates that there is
still oxygen in the container

but not how much.

Okay, regulator, flow.

Remember, without oxygen,
your brain will be reduced

to the level of a 6-year-old,
so use it judiciously.

Because once this
bubble drops, you're out.

No more oxygen.

I tell you, Scott.

I cannot climb
with the oxygen.

Two times already, I summit
Everest without oxygen.

Come on, Anatoli.

Oxygen is no good
for my power.

You want me to be a good
guide?

Then let me climb my own way.

Anatoli,
I'm not worried about you.

I'm worried
about the clients.

Come to climb Everest,
they must climb on their own.

I guide, not a babysitter.

I'm not talking
about being a babysitter.

I'm talking
about being a professional.

For me to be professional,
I must climb on my own.

Fine. Go for it.

We would stay in base camp
for three weeks

getting acclimated.

From there, .. it was
five days to the summit.

Already altitude sickness
was taking its toll.

Climbing Everest
is a war of attrition.

You all right, Dale?

Once you get sick,
you never get better.

Come on.

Say, doc,

have you got anything
you could

give Dale for that cough?

Son, I'm a pathologist.
All my patients are dead.

Hey.

Yeah, I know.

Some of her wealthy friends
flew in from New York

and had lunch with her
in that village we passed.

A luncheon, huh?
Yeah.

That's good.

Oh, come on.

She's gotta be able
to do her thing, right?

What's her thing?
Her publicity thing.

If I get her to the top,

that's really good for me.
What are you writing?

Oh, just that.
She's your ride, man.

She's feeding you
to the Internet.

Just like you're feeding Rob
to Outside magazine.

I mean, come on, we all want a
piece of the Everest business.

We all wanna be
a little bit famous, right?

So Sandy is my ticket
and you're Rob's.

Eliza.

No.

What about Jane?

Just nice, simple Jane.

Think about that one
for a little while.

Remember,
it's still nine weeks

till you're gonna have
the baby.

It's too much like Jan.

Easy to remember.

I wish I was with you.

Yeah, so do I.

You be careful.

As always, darling.

I love you.

You too.

Man.
Scott, what's in that bag?

I don't know. She's got
a satellite dish, computers.

Heh. All sorts of equipment.

I don't know
what she's got in there.

That's crazy. Look at them.
The weight will kill him.

I learned
that the Sherpas believe

that when you climb Everest,

you're climbing
into the house of God.

I knew that Fischer and Hall..
had a slightly different view.

Success this year was
important for business.

It would bring more and more
paying clients

in the years to come.

But in the end,

it is Everest
who decides who climbs

and who does not.

Yasuko.

Ah.

Boyfriend?

Husband.

Husband.

Yasuko climb.

He cook, uh, clean clothes.

Your husband takes care
of the house while you climb.

Yes, yes.

He's my wife. He, he.

You're very lucky.

My wife never saw it
that way.

Excuse?

You know, climbing
cost me my marriage.

You know, the mountain?

It's ruining my life.

If we'd been paying attention,

there were signs that
Everest was not pleased

with what was happening
on her flanks.

But already the fever
had diminished our ability

to heed the warnings.

We were
in the Khumbu Ice Fall

where crevasses
suddenly open wide

and swallow their victims

and where more climbers
had lost their lives

than anywhere else
on Everest.

Wait until I've anchored
the line and I'm ready.

Ready.

Ugh.

Aah! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, free the rope!

Yasuko,
you were supposed to wait.

Beidleman, I've got her!

Okay!

I told her to wait
until the rope was anchored.

Okay. It's all right.
It's all right.

You're okay. You're okay.

All right. Okay. Come on.

Where the hell you been?
Sleeping.

You slept in?
It happens, Scott.

Not when you're working for
me, it doesn't happen,

when you're supposed
to be guiding.

Scott--
Don't "Scott" me.

You're a screwup
and a royal pain in the ass.

I'm paying you to work.
You understand work?

Or is that word nonexistent
in Russia?

I already told you,
I'm not from Russia.

I'm from the republic
of Kazakhstan.

You're from nowhere,
Anatoli,

and you're never gonna work
for me again.

You don't mean that, Scott.
It's the altitude.

I don't believe this.

What?

Look, Sandy Pittman
has a visitor.

Ang Dorje, something wrong?

Jon, is Sandy married
to that man?

Uh, I don't think so.

From what I hear,
she's going through

a divorce or something.

Jon, it's not proper.

What?

For a man and a woman to
be together on this mountain

when they're not married.

Very disrespectful.

I don't know what to say.

Americans look at these things
differently.

We're not in America, Jon.

Scott.
Ang Dorje,

I can't tell her
what she can and can't do.

Besides, other people
are doing the same thing.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Base camp is one thing.

Past base camp is another.
It's forbidden.

Scott,
you're not listening to me.

No, no, I'm listening.

It's just I can't run
my outfit

based on some superstition.

Mother goddess of the earth

will become very angry,
Scott.

The
Sherpas made me feel uneasy

with their talk of Everest
taking her revenge.

I was uncertain that
the others

.. in the group felt
the same way.

Like Beck,

whose fears were
hidden beneath

his laid-back Texas drawl.

You hurt
as much as I do?

Eh.

Yeah. I just keep telling
myself it's worth it.

It's worth it
because it's Everest.

Race you to the top.
Whoo!

Hey, it's the Taiwanese.

What the hell
are they doing here?

It's getting too damn crowded
on this route.

They agreed not to start
climbing till tomorrow.

Hey, Krakauer.
Hey, man.

Hey, the ice is too slick
for those boot liners.

He-he-he.
Boots! Get your boots on!

Hey, hey! Boots!

Aah! Unh.

I had never been on a climb
where anyone had been killed.

I had yet to learn that
year after year on Everest,

climbers pay for their
arrogance with their lives.

You only hope
that when tragedy strikes,

it happens to someone else.

Okay. Come on.

Easy, Dale.
Easy.

The Sherpas will break
trail and climb ahead.

Lopsang and Ang Dorje
will begin to fix the ropes.

Now, fixed ropes are the key
to bagging this summit.

Without them, we'll get
a logjam on the route,

and we'll lose time.
If we lose time, we'll lose

our window of opportunity.
Everyone clear on this?

Yes, chief.

Lopsang?

Yes, yes.

Ang Dorje?

Understand.

All right. Ahem.

Those of you in my group,
um,

don't forget
you've been supplied

with loaded syringes
of Decadron,

which reduces swelling
of the brain

in case you get edema.

But remember, you don't use it
unless you have to, all right?

And don't get killed.

You won't get invited back
on any more climbs.

Easy does it.

Now lock it out down below.

If we get a logjam
on that mountain,

rescue's almost impossible.
You know that.

At that altitude, we
might as well be on the moon.

Well, I like to let my people
make their own decisions.

Things can happen very fast
up there.

That's how people die,
Scott.

Not in my crew.

We're invincible.

Come on, Dale.

Time to take you down.

No.

You got all the signs
of cerebral edema.

Just let me rest.
Can't do that.

You shouldn't do this alone.

I need you to stay here
with the clients, Beidleman.

You too, Lopsang.

Get your feet under you,
Dale.

Come on. Give me your arm.
Other arm. Other arm.

That's it. Come on.
All right, I got him.

You're not worried
about wearing yourself out?

Not gonna happen.

But we should
have been worried.

At 24,000 feet,
Scott didn't understand

that he had just squandered
reserves of strength

that he would desperately need
later.

Now that Rob and Scott

had merged their two teams
into one,

our fates were tied
together.

All right, buddy,
you all right, huh?

What's that?

I'm sorry.

For what?

For folding.

Come on.
Get your feet under you.

Damn.

You okay, Scott?
Never better.

You've been gone eight hours.
You look exhausted, mate.

You gotta learn
how to delegate.

Listen, Dale Kruse is
the best friend I've ever had.

You would have done
the same thing.

You make it okay?
I'm fine.

How is Dale?
Alive.

Any problems,
Scott?

No.

Looking strong, Andy.

Peaking at the right time.

Yeah, no worries.

You know,

I should think we're gonna
knock this big bastard off.

You don't look
very happy.

You run your crew
as you see fit.

And here comes the "but."

But Lopsang cannot perform

and carry 80 pounds
of Sandy Pittman's gear.

He says he can.

He'll say anything you wanna
hear, Scott. You're his hero.

What do you want me to do,
huh?

I've got a paying client
who's got a job to do.

She needs the equipment.

It's dangerous.

I know what I'm doing.

Do you?

Yeah.

What happens
if Lopsang folds?

What happens
if he can't fix the ropes?

It's not gonna happen.

Look, I'm telling you, mate.
Dump the blasted equipment.

Can't.

Can't or won't?

Leave it, Lopsang.

Beck, what time you got?

Whoo.

Up you go, Krakauer.

Everest cannot be beaten
into submission.

You have to humor
the mountain,

then sneak to the summit
when it's not looking.

By now, the altitude
was a malevolent force,

a vise squeezing
tighter and tighter

on my lungs and brain.

We all had intense headaches
that wouldn't quit.

It felt like someone had
driven a nail into our skulls.

Attempting to climb Everest

.. is a completely
irrational act.

Hey. Hey, why don't you
stop and rest?

Ha. Excuse?

Stop. Just rest.
Sit down.

I am 47 years old.

I'll be oldest woman

to climb Everest.

I must.

Must.

As you ascend into thin air,

you discover that humans
are not meant to be here.

The wreckage of those
who had come before us

was everywhere.

A mailman from Seattle.

A couple from Aspen.

A businesswoman from Japan.

A New York socialite.

And a freelance writer.

We are all equal
in the Death Zone.

Confused as children,

drowning in our own juices.

Doug.

How's the barometer?

Holding steady.

We leave at midnight.

Climb all night,

get to the summit,

summit by 2 p.m.
turnaround time.

I hate this.

The altitude?

The mountain.

What it's making me do.

You're doing it, Doug,

not the mountain.

No.

The mountain's
got a hold of me.

All right, Beck?

Yeah, Andy. Let's go.

Yasuko, your torch.

Okay.
Arigato. Thank you.

You okay, Scott?

Yeah. Absolutely.

All right.

Time to go.

We called ourselves a team,
but above 26,000 feet,

there was no such thing.

From this point on,

it was each climber
for himself.

I put my pen and notebook away
long ago.

Now, like the others,

my thoughts were focused
on the summit.

The last thing I wanted

was.. to get
stuck in the Death Zone

at 28,000 feet,

cruising altitude of a 747.

Jon!

Jon, wait.

Wait!

Rest. We must rest.
Okay.

It's Pittman.

She's being short-roped
by Lopsang.

That's it.

Rob.

Wait up.

What's wrong?

It's my eyes.

I can hardly see.

What?

I had eye surgery
a few years ago.

I believe the altitude's
causing this as a side effect.

A little late in the day
to be telling me that.

Well, I didn't know.

You're a doctor.
Of course you knew.

Rob, I didn't know.

I would not lie to you.

Look, I think about a half an
hour, it will clear up, huh?

You stay here.

Rob, I'm ready to roll.

Hey, no arguments,
mate.

You don't move.

You stay here
and you wait for me.

I'll be back for you.

I'm sorry.

No worries, mate.

Come on.

Now promise me,
you'll stay here.

Promise me, Beck.

Cross my heart
and hope to die.

We'll be back, Beck.

Hey, Krakauer!

What? Yeah.

What's Ang Dorje doing all
alone at the base of the step?

The last obstacle
before the summit

was the infamous
Hillary Step,

the steepest
and most treacherous pitch

on the entire mountain.

A group this big
had no hope of climbing it

without fixed lines.

Ropes anchored
into the mountain beforehand

by Sherpas Ang Dorje
and Lopsang.

Ang Dorje,

ropes.

Where's the fixed ropes?

Cannot fix rope alone, Jon.

Lopsang, I wait for-- For him,
but he's too sick.

Carry too much.

Not enough oxygen,

and pull up woman
part way up the mountain.

What's wrong?

Where are the ropes?

Ang Dorje couldn't do it
alone.

Let's do it ourselves.

We're burning daylight.

Two hours.

All we got is two hours.

We'll get them fixed, Jon.

One, two, three.

No problem.

Andy,

we have to fix the ropes.

It's fixed!

I won't have enough oxygen
to get down.

This is bad.

It's real bad.

Come on, Krakauer!

It's straight to the summit
from here!

All right. Let's do it.

You guys better get moving.

Some climbers
are getting closer.

We go.

Ready to go.

As I approached the summit,

there was room
in my oxygen-starved mind

for only a single thought.

Putting one foot
in front of the other.

At this altitude,
it's the same for everybody.

Anatoli Boukreev,

one of the world's
strongest climbers.

Or Andy Harris,

a guide on Everest
for the first time.

Our brains were functioning
on the level of reptiles.

Our bodies were as ravaged
as the terminally ill.

Krakauer.

Take a picture.

Yeah.

This is for the people
of my homeland.

Where are your clients?

They are fine.

They come.

Hey, Andy.

You okay?

Andy,

you okay?

Only halfway, mate.

Halfway.

Got to get down yet.

Ugh.

Oh, God.

Too many climbers.
I'll never get down.

Krakauer,
what's wrong?

It's a traffic jam.

We can't get down.

The rope
is our only way down.

Twenty minutes
till turnaround.

They'll never make it
to the summit.

Andy,

I'm using up my oxygen
too fast.

Turn it down.

Okay.

You turned my gas down,
right?

Yeah, I got it.

Better. This feels good.

Looking good, Pittman.

Keep coming.

Doug!

It's turnaround time, mate.

Not again.

No, Rob.

Please. Don't do this to me.

Hey, listen to me--
For God's sake.

Come on, Rob.

Let me finish this thing
once and for all here.

Hey,
I'm responsible for you.

You're the one who talked me

into coming back this year,
right?

You promised me
I'd make it to the top.

I never promised.

Why still go to the summit?

Andy, it's clear.
We can get down now.

Let's go.

Let's go.

I ca--

I can't breathe!

It's empty!

Aah!

Ugh. Aah!

Keep it together.

Desperate for air,

dizzy,
terrified of blacking out

and tumbling into Tibet,

I carefully
made my way down

to the oxygen drop.

As soon as I got there, I saw
that something was very wrong

with Andy Harris.

I need oxygen.

They're all--
They're all empty.

It's impossible.

I'm telling you, mate.
They're all empty.

They're all--

Andy.

Andy, this is full.

They're all empty.

No. Feel the weight!

Feel it. The weight.

They're empty, mate.
All of them.

Andy, you're not right
in the head.

You turned my gas up
the wrong way on the step.

I'm telling you,
these are full.

Hey, Doug.

Whoa.

Hey, looks like
we're gonna get hosed.

Storm's coming.

I'm a mailman, Krakauer.

Neither snow nor rain,

nor heat,

nor gloom of night...

Rob, thank--

Thanks for getting me
to the summit.

I didn't have time to ask

why he and Doug were
still going up the mountain

45 minutes after everybody..
was supposed to be going down.

When the group summited,
they radioed base camp

and a flurry of faxes..
went out to friends and family

around the world,

announcing the expedition's
triumphant success.

Hey, Scott!

Did you summit?

Yeah.

Hall and Hansen are still
on their way up.

You look spent.

Don't you think
you should turn back?

No, I'm just dragging ass
for some reason.

When Rob and Doug
got to the top,

it triggered a surge
of intense elation.

But it was 4 p.m.,

two hours after Rob's

supposedly hard-and-fast
turnaround time.

Thank you.

Thank you, Rob. Thank you.

We're gonna go down.

There's a stor--

A storm coming.

We did-- We did it.

Didn't we?

We did it.

Rob!

No, it's Krakauer.
What the hell you doing, Beck?

My eyes.

I can't see.

Let's go down to camp.

Any of our guides coming?

Mike Groom. He's behind me.

Rob would want me
to wait for Mike.

He could short-rope me.

You're sure?

I promised Rob
I'd wait for him.

All right.

Scott!

It's me. Beidleman.

Did you make it?

We did.

That's good.

Sandy.

I got you what you wanted,
yes?

Scott, come down with us.

I'll be fine.

I'm fine.

Lopsang, come on.

I feel sick.

Scott, must breathe.

No, I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.

Scott.

I feel so sick.

I feel so sick.

Only when I'd made it back
to my tent

did I appreciate how wasted
I really was.

I'd never pushed myself
so close to the edge.

But now I was safe.

We'd climbed Everest.

In spite of everything,
we had succeeded.

At least I thought we had.

Outside in the rising storm,

my friends were in a struggle
for their lives.

After summiting,

Rob and Doug
were now descending

to the Hillary Step.

The other climbers
were scattered

all over the mountain.

Everest had reduced them

to lost
and frightened children,

unable to tell
where they were.

Everything erupted
into anarchy and chaos.

Doug, you're out, mate.
Don't worry.

Come on, breathe now, mate.
Breathe.

That's it.

This is Hall.

I'm at the top of the step.

We need oxygen.

Where's the drop?

Rob, it's Andy.

It's gone, mate.
It's all used up.

What?

Rob, it's gone.

That's not possible, right?

We have six cylin--

Six cylinders stashed.

No, they're gone.

Where are you?

I don't know, mate.
I don't know.

Andy!

I'm gonna find you, mate.

Andy!

I'm gonna find you.

Answer me, Andy!

Hold on, mate.

I beat it.

What? What's that, mate?

I beat--

Huh?

I beat Everest.

Hold on, Yasuko. I'm coming.

I'm okay.

Rob?

Rob, is that you?

No.
No, it's Mike and Yasuko.

Beck, listen,
you ought to get up.

Yeah.

All right. Come on.
You've gotta move. Let's go.

I believe I will.

Mike!

Mike Groom, we lost you!

I picked up Beck.

Take Yasuko. She's had it.

Come on, sit down.

Hey,
how are your guys doing?

Very rough.

Yeah, mine too.

Listen, we're never gonna
make it back to camp.

We've got to try!

Yeah.

Let's stick together.
Sure. Sure. But which way?

I'm not sure.

Higher on the mountain,

Lopsang lowered
an exhausted Scott Fischer

past Rob Hall and his friend
and client, Doug Hansen,

who was so sick
from the altitude

that he could
no longer move.

We had all reached
the summit,

but there are no conquerors
on Mount Everest.

Ugh.

Jon. Jon.
Huh?

Where's Rob?

What? Isn't he back?

No. No.

He has to be. He has to.

The storm is still bad.

Yeah.

I climbed with 15 expeditions
on Chomolungma, Jon.

Never, ever see storm come
so fast...

...so evil.

We've gotta move.

Although we didn't talk
about it,

we knew Rob Hall might as well
have been on the moon.

In this kind of storm,
at such an extreme altitude,

rescue was almost impossible.

We can't make it, Jon.

We can't get to Rob.

We have to try.

We can't get them.

Our friends are out there,
and they're dying.

We can't go after them.

We must turn around now.

Scott! Scott Fischer!

Rob! Rob Hall!

Doug. Come on. Get up.

Come on. Get up and walk,
you bloody punter.

You got children
waiting for you.

You should go.

Huh?

You should go.

Go.

You can't make it with me.

I-- I'm not leaving you here,
mate.

You have no choice.

You gotta go, Rob.

You'll die too.

Neither of us is gonna--

Is gonna die.

My people do not die.

Scott, slow down!

Scott, please!

I...

I know how to get down.

Jump.

I'll just-- I'll just--

I'll just jump
off this mountain.

That's what I'm gonna do.

I'm just gonna jump.

I'll just--

I'll just--

Hold on, Scott!

Ugh.

Hold on!

Help!

Oh, yeah.

Oh, Scott. Scott, please.

This is Lopsang.

Anyone.

Lopsang and Scott.
We need help.

We're on the south summit.

Anyone.

Lopsang, it's Jon.

Some Sherpas
are already on their way,

but the storm is so bad,
it may take a while.

Come on, Doug.

Aah! Ugh.

I'm gonna miss you, brother.
Doug.

Where are you?

Take it easy.

Huh? No!

It'll be easier.
Doug, no!

Doug!

Oh! Oh!
Wait!

No! Doug!

Rob!

Hold on, mate.

Rob, it's Andy.

Andy.

Hold on, mate.

I've been lost.

Hold on, mate.

Andy!

I'm coming, mate. I'm coming.

Andy.

Rob.

Hey.

Come on, mate. Come on.
I've gotta get you down.

No, I can't.

My legs. They're frozen.

Come on, mate. Work them.

Come on, mate.

Come on. Work them.

Come on.

Wait there.

Wait, where you going?
No, no. Andy!

Where you going? Come back.

Don't go, Andy.

I'm gonna get help.

Hold on. Hold on.

Andy!

Andy!

Aah!

Andy! Andy!

No.

Oh, no.

Oh. No. Andy.

No.

Andy.

Camp IV, anyone there?

This is Rob.

Camp IV, anyone there?

Rob?

I'm here.

Where, Rob? Where?

Uh...

Just below--
Just below the step.

Where's Doug?

He's gone.

Doug's gone.

Damn it.

Andy was with you?

Yeah. He was here.

And now he's gone too.

Oh, God.

I should never
have left them.

Agh.

I need-- I need oxygen.

There are some O's

200 feet below you.

There were six cylinders.

Six? Six hundred feet?

No, 200 feet, 200 feet.

I don't believe
I can make it.

You have to try, Rob.

There's something wrong
with my legs.

Try. Rob, try.

You've gotta crawl
if you have to.

Can you get to the O's?

Got to try.

Rob!

Got to try.

Can you get to the O's?

Got to try.

Rob!

While Rob was stranded
near the summit,

most of the others had almost
made it down to Camp IV.

But by now the wind chill
was more than 100 below zero.

Just 200 yards
from the safety of camp,

the weakest climbers brought
the whole group to a halt.

Stars.

I see stars.

Is it clearing?

I can navigate by the stars.

Come on. Get up.

Let's go.

Come on.

Get up, Sandy. Come on.

It's no good.

Tim.

You go back. Get help.

I'll stay here with them.

No. Both of you go.

More chance of rescue
that way.

I'll stay.

Tim, we're the guides.

You can't stay.

I'm not leaving Charlotte.
You hear me?

Tim, listen to reason.

I'm not leaving!

Stay awake, Charlotte.
I love you. Stay awake!

Get up, Yasuko!

I don't want to die!
Don't leave me!

Calm down!

I don't want to die!

Sandy! Calm down!

I don't want to die here!

We're gonna bring help!
Calm down!

Don't leave me!

We'll bring help!

I don't want--

No, don't leave.

Don't leave me!

I don't want to die!

Yasuko, you have to let go!

No! You can't go! Come back!

I don't wanna die!

Scott.

Scott, do you hear me?

I am...

...invincible.

We were reduced
to banging pots

to guide the climbers home.

By now, Andy was dead.

Doug was dead.

Scott Fischer
was probably dead.

When I tried to comprehend
the enormity of this fact,

my mind refused
to process it.

Rob!

Mike.

Come on. Get up.

Beidleman.

Come on.

Come on.
We'll get you inside the tent.

There's a...

A group huddled

about 200, 250 yards
due east.

If we don't bring them in,
they're gonna die.

We have to go out
and make a rescue.

I tried once already,
but this time we can make it.

Charlotte! Pittman!

Tim!

Charlotte!

Pittman! Beck!

It's Anatoli!

Charlotte!

Here! Here!

Charlotte! Pittman!

Over here!

Charlotte, stay awake!

Pittman, Anatoli's here.

Give her this.

Breathe, Charlotte.
It's oxygen.

Breathe.

Beck. Can you hear me?

I think they're dead!

They're warm now.

Comfortable.

Let them be in peace.

Oh, God!

Tim! I know what I'm doing.

I have been through this
many times before!

We can save Charlotte
and Pittman.

Save the strongest.

That is the law
of the mountains.

Yeah.

Despite their exhaustion,

Groom and Beidleman
left Camp IV

to make one last attempt
to rescue Rob Hall.

Rob!

Rob! It's Mike Groom
and Neal Beidleman.

We're just above Camp IV.

Rob here, Mike.

Listen. We'll try
and get to you, mate,

but it's looking
pretty bad.

We'll never reach you
in this storm.

It's all right, Mike.

It's all right.

We've gotta get back.
We've gotta go. Come on.

Let's go.

Scott!

Please!

Breathe! Please!

He has very little pulse,
Krakauer.

Very slow.

What do we do?

We can save
the Taiwanese climber.

What about Scott?

Can't the two Sherpas
get him down?

We can't carry Scott.

We can only save one.

If we try and save both,

we might all die.

Oh, God.

It is what Scott
would tell us to do.

You know he would.

Damn it! Scott! You get up!

Get up! I know you can do it!
Come on!

Scott, you get up!

Come on! Get up!

Please! Get up!

I know you can! Please!

This isn't happening.
This isn't happening.

It isn't happening.

A name.

We have to think of a name.

Yes.

Yes, my darling.

Krakauer, this is Rob here.

Can you patch me through
to my wife?

Do you have the oxygen?

The oxygen.

Just patch me through
to Jan.

I need to talk to her

before it's too late.

Rob, listen.

Don't give up.

You're Rob Hall.

Not for much longer, mate.

Just...

Just patch me through.

His wife is on the line.

You're patched through.

Jan.

Can you hear me?

Rob?

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

Yes. Yes, my darling.

Rob, you have to move.

You have to.

Please.

Please, Rob.

Get up and move, Rob.

Can you?

Can you, my darling?

There's something wrong
with my legs.

I can't move them.

Rob, concentrate.

Rub your legs.
Get the blood moving.

Name.

We have to pick a name.

Sarah.

What?

What about Sarah?

Yes.

Yes, it's beautiful.

Then it's settled.

Sarah Hall.

Oh, good.

I'm glad now, darling.

I'm looking forward to
making you completely better

when you come home.

I just know
you're going to be rescued.

Don't feel
that you're alone.

I lo--

I love you.

Sleep well, my sweetheart.

Please.

Try--

Try not to worry too much,
eh?

I love you, Rob.

I love you.

I love you.

Rob?

Rob!

Coming to Everest had been
the worst mistake of my life.

The enormity
of the tragedy,

the awful finality of it,

was beginning to sink in.

There was no way
to fix this.

This wasn't some game..
that we could play over again.

Beidleman, you made it.

Anatoli.

Yeah?

We couldn't--
We couldn't get to Rob.

He was too high up.

What--
What about the others?

I brought Madsen, Fox
and Pittman.

What about Beck?

What about Yasuko?

I couldn't help her, Neal.

I'm sorry.

Aah!

Ugh.

Oh, my God.

Beck.

We thought you were dead.
Beck.

My God, it's a miracle.

Beck!

Get up.

Easy! Watch his hands!

All right, mate.
We've got you.

Gotta get him inside.

Okay.

Beck.

No!
Come on, Beck.

No!

Goodbye, old friend.

Five of our friends
are dead.

Hard to believe.

It's even harder
to understand.

Why? What did they die for?

It's a question that gets
asked a lot in climbing.

Perhaps we didn't treat
this mountain

with the respect
it deserves.

We believe
with enough money,

with enough equipment,
with enough determination,

we could conquer
Chomolungma.

Yasuko Naamba,

Andy Harris,

Doug Hansen,

Scott Fischer,

and Rob Hall.

They saw God's face.

I hope--

Oh, how I hope

that it was beautiful.