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My name is Jon Krakauer.

I went on an expedition to write
about climbing Mount Everest.

On May 10, 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 Namba.

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
went for the same reason as the others.

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 want to 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.

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 ten-day hike
into Base Camp Everest.

Now, base camp is 17,600 feet.

Then Camp One, 19,500 feet.

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 Two.

Camp Two is 21,600 feet.

This is when you have to start worrying
about cerebral and pulmonary edema.

Your brain can swell up...

like an overinflated balloon and your
lungs can fll up with so much liquid...

you literally drown.

Camp Three at 24,000 feet.

Now,your body is inhaling
four times faster than normal...

and still not getting
enough oxygen.

Your digestive tract
will want to quit...

leaving your body so hungry
for nutrients...

it will literally start
to eat itself.

And then, it's Camp Four.

26,000 feet.

Welcome to the Death Zone...

where bad things can happen
very, very quickly.

You're going to feel sluggish,
careless, cold.

You'll only spend a few hours
at Camp Four.

From this point onwards, nobody on
this team travels without oxygen.

- Is that clear?
- No arguments.

The push for the summit
starts at night.

We go up to the South Col...

the Balcony,
the south summit...

the Hillary Step, the only point
of technical climbing on the ascent...

and then...
the top of the world.

Now, the most important rule:

If you are not on the summit
by 2:00 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 get nailed
by the conditions on the descent.

So this rule is hard and fast.

No matter where you are at 2:00 P.M.,
you turn around.

Unless you're 1 00 feet from the summit.
Then you can run up, tag it.

You know the answer
to that one, Dougie.

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

You know that.

Jon Krakauer, right?

What was that all about?

I was in Rob's group last year. Turned
me around 300 feet from the summit.

You'll make it this year.

Have to.

That's something, isn't it?

Come on.

Bit of a letdown, isn't it?

Over 200 climbers
got permits this season.

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

We all have to go up
at 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.

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.

In terms of safety,
it's the wisest course of action.

Lopsang, you and Ang Dorje
will head up the Sherpas.

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

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...

and they make mistakes.

At the risk of sounding unpopular,
I'll say it again.

My team have a turnaround time.

I don't care where you are
on the mountain, at 2:00 P.M....

you absolutely must turn around.

Even if you're 1 00 feet
from the summit, you go down.

You do not want to be caught
on the face in the night.

No one can survive
a bivouac on Everest.

Is that clear?

What is your turnaround time?

I don't believe
in being that rigid.

It's important for people to establish
their own rhythm with the mountain.

- You know what I mean?
- Yeah, I do.

Just put that in there.
Thanks.

Do you realize
how important this 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.

I can sort of hear you
a little bit. Can you hear me?

It's a piece of crap.

Quick word about oxygen.

From Camp Four,
this keeps you alive.

This knob is the regulator.

Turn it clockwise,
it increases the flow of oxygen.

Counterclockwise, you get less.

This bubble in the tube...

indicates that there still is oxygen
in the container but not how much.

Regulator, flow.

Without oxygen, your brain will be
reduced to the level of a six-year-old.

Use it judiciously.

Once this bubble drops, you're out.

No more oxygen.

I tell you, Scott.

I cannot climb with the oxygen.

Two times I summit Everest
without oxygen.

Come on, Anatoli.

Oxygen is no good for my power.

You want me to be a good guide?
Let me climb my way.

Anatoli, I'm not worried about you.
I'm worried about the clients.

Tell them, to climb Everest,
they must climb on their own.

I guide, not a baby-sitter.

I'm not talking about
being a baby-sitter.

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.

Yeah, I know.

Some of her wealthy friends
flew in from New York...

and had lunch with her.

A luncheon, huh?

That's good.

Oh, come on. She has got to be
able to do her thing. Right?

- What is her thing?
- The publicity thing.

If I get her to the top of the mountain,
that's good for me.

- What are you writing?
-Just that. She's your ride, man.

She's feeding you to the Internet.

Just like you're feeding Rob
to ''Outside'' magazine.

We all want a piece
of the Everest business.

We all want to be famous, right?

So Sandy's my ticket...

and you're Rob's.

- Eliza.
- No.

What aboutJane?
Just nice, simpleJane.

Think about that one
for a little while.

It's still nine weeks
till you're going to have the baby.

It's too much likeJan.

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.

What's in that pack?

She's got a satellite dish,
computers.

I don't know what she's got.

That's crazy.
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!

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.

You're very lucky.

My wife never saw it that way.

Excuse?

Climbing...

cost me my marriage.

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 opened wide
and swallowed their victims...

and where more climbers had died
than anywhere else on Everest.

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

Ready.

Hey! Hey!

Whoa!

- Free the rope!
- Yasuko, you were supposed to wait!

Beidleman, I've got her!

I told her to wait
until the rope was anchored.

It's all right. You're okay.

- Where the hell you been?
- Sleeping.

- You slept in?
- It happens, Scott.

Not when you're working for me,
when you're supposed to be guiding.

- Scott--
- Don't ''Scott'' me.

You're a screwup and a pain in the ass!
I'm paying you to work.

You understand ''work,''
or is that word nonexistent in Russia?

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

You're from nowhere, Anatoli, and you're
never going to work for me again.

You don't mean that.
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?

I don't think so.

From what I hear,
she's going through a divorce.

It's not proper.

What?

For 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.

Ang Dorje, I can't tell her...

what she can and can't do.

Besides, other people
are doing the same thing.

Base camp is one thing.

Past base camp is another.
It's forbidden.

- You're not listening to me.
- I'm listening.

I can't run my outft
based on some superstition.

Mother Goddess of the Earth
will become very angry.

The Sherpas made me feel uneasy with
their talk of Everest taking 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?

I just keep telling myself
it's worth it.

It's worth it because it's Everest!

Race you to the top!

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!

Boots! Get your boots on!

Boots!

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.

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 understand?

Yes, yes.

Understand.

All right.
Those of you in my group...

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.

If we get a logjam on that mountain,
you know rescue is almost impossible.

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

I like to let my people
make their own decisions.

Things can happen
very fast up there.

That's how people die, Scott.

Not my crew.

We're invincible!

Come on, Dale.
Time to take you down.

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.
That's it. Come on.

- I got him.
- You're not going to wear yourself out?

Not going to happen.

We should have been worried.

At 2 4,000 feet,
Scott didn't understand...

that he had squandered reserves
of strength that he would need later.

Now that Rob and Scott had merged
their two teams into one...

our fates were tied together.

Buddy, you all right?

- 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've got to learn how to delegate.
- Dale 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?

Looking strong, Andy.
Peaking at the right time.

Yeah, no worries.

You know, I should think we're going
to knock this big bastard off.

You don't look happy.

You run your crew as you see ft.

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 want to hear.

- You're his hero.
- What do you want me to do?

I've got a 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 fx the ropes?

Not going to happen.

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

Can't.

Can't, or won't?

Leave it, Lopsang.

Beck, what time you got?

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, why don't you stop and rest?

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 2:00 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.

The mountain's got a hold of me.

- All right, Beck?
- Yeah, Andy. Let's go.

Yasuko. Your torch.

You okay, Scott?

Yeah.

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!

Wait. Wait!

Rest. We must rest.

It's Pittman.

She's being short-roped by Lopsang.

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 to be telling me that.
- I didn't know.

You're a doctor.
Of course you knew.

Rob, I didn't know.
I would not lie to you.

I think about a half an hour
it will clear up.

You stay here.

I'm ready to roll.

No arguments, mate.
You don't move.

Stay here and 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, huh?

We'll be back.

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.

Ropes.

Where are the fixed ropes?

Cannot fix rope alone.

Lopsang, I wait 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.

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?

You okay?

Only halfway, mate.

Halfway.

Got to get down yet.

Oh, God.

Too many climbers.
I'll never get down.

Krakauer, what's wrong?

It's a traffc jam.

We can't get down.

The rope is our only way down.

20 minutes till turnaround.

They'll never make the summit.

I'm using up my oxygen too fast.

Turn it down.

You turned my gas down, right?

Yeah, I got it.

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.

Listen to me--

Come on. Let me finish this thing
once and for all.

I'm responsible for you.

You're the one who talked me
into coming back this year.

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

I never promised.

Why doesn't he go by the time?

It's clear. We can get down now.

Let's go.

Can't breathe!

It's empty!

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.

Oxygen.

They're all empty.

It's impossible.

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

They're all--

Andy, this is full.

They're all empty.

No! Feel the weight!

- Feel it! The weight!
- They're empty.

All of them.

You're not right in the head.
You turned my gas up the wrong way.

I'm telling you, these are full.

Hey, Doug. Whoa.

Hey, looks like
we're going to get hosed.

Storm is coming.

I'm a mailman, Krakauer.

Neither snow nor rain...

nor heat...

nor gloom of night--

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.'00 P.M....

two hours after Rob's supposedly
hard-and-fast turnaround time.

Thank you.
Thank you, Rob.

We're going to go down.

There's a storm coming.

We did it.

Rob, 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 sure?

I promised Rob
I'd wait for him.

Scott! It's me!

Beidleman.

Did you make it?

We did.

That's good.

Sandy.

I got you what you wanted, yes?

Come down with us.

I'll be fine.

I'm fine.

Lopsang, come on.

I feel sick.

Scott, must breathe.

I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.

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, 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?

It's gone!

That's not possible.

We have six cylin--

six cylinders stashed.

- They're gone.
- Where are you?

I don't know.

I'm going to find you, mate.

Answer me, Andy!

Hold on, mate.

I beat it.

What? What's that, mate?

I beat Everest.

Hold on, Yasuko. I'm coming.

I'm okay.

Rob, is that you?

No, it's Mike and Yasuko.

Beck, you ought to get up.

Yeah.

All right. Come on.
You've got to move.

I believe I will.

Mike! Mike Groom!
We lost you!

I picked up Beck.
Take Yasuko. She's had it.

Sit down.

How are your guys doing?

Very rough.

Yeah, mine too.

We're never going to make it
back to camp.

We've got to try!

Yeah.

- Let's stick together.
- 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.

Where's Rob?

Isn't he back?

He has to be.

- The storm is still bad.
- Yeah.

I climbed with 1 5 expeditions.

Never, ever see storm come...

so fast...

so evil.

We've got to 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 Fischer!

Rob Hall!

Doug! Come on! Get up!

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'm not leaving you here, mate.

You have no choice.

You've got to go.

You'll die too.

Neither of us...

is going to die.

My people...

do not die.

Scott, slow down!

Please!

I know how to get down.

Jump.

I'll just--

I'll just jump off this mountain.

That's what I'm going to do.

I'm just going to jump.

I'll just--

Hold on, 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.

- Where are you?
- Take it easy.

Rob!

Hold on, mate!
Rob, it's Andy!

Hold on, mate!

I've been lost!

Hold on, mate!

I'm coming!

Come on, mate.
I've got to get you down.

I can't.

My legs.
They're frozen.

Come on, mate.
Work on them!

Come on, mate!

Come on!

Work them!

- Wait there.
- Where you going?

Where you going? Come back!

Don't go!

I'm going to get help!

Hold on!

Camp Four, anyone there?
This is Rob.

Camp Four, anyone there?

I'm here.

Where, Rob? Where?

Just below the step.

Where's Doug?

He's gone.

Doug's gone.

Andy was with you?

Yeah. He was here.

He's gone too.

Oh, God.

I should never have left them.

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.

There's something wrong
with my legs.

Try! Rob, try.

You've got to 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.

While Rob was stranded
near the summit...

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

But by now the wind chill
was more than 1 00 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.

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!

Sandy! Calm down!

I don't want to die here!

We're going to bring help!

- Don't leave me!
- We'll bring help!

Don't leave me!

Yasuko, you have to let go!

You can't go!

I don't want to die!

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.

Mike.

Come on. Get up.

Beidleman.

Come on.

Come on.

We'll get you inside the tent.

There is a--

a group huddled...

about 250 yards due east.

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

We have to go out and make a rescue.

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

Charlotte! Pittman!

Tim!

Pittman! Beck!

It's Anatoli! Charlotte!

Here! Here!

Over here!

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!

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 Four...

to make one last attempt
to rescue Rob Hall.

Rob!

Rob! It's Mike Groom
and Neal Beidleman.

We're just above Camp Four.

Rob here.

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 got to get back!
We've got to go! Come on!

Let's go!

Please! Breathe!

Please!

He has very little pulse.

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! Get up!

Come on!

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.

This is Rob here.

Can you patch me through to my wife?

Do you have the oxygen?

The oxygen.

Just patch me through toJan.

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 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.

Can you?

Can you, my darling?

There's something wrong
with my legs.

I can't move them.

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.

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 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?

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.

We couldn't get to Rob.

He was too high up.

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.

Oh, my God.

We thought you were dead.

My God, it's a miracle.

- Get up.
- Easy! Watch his hands!

All right, mate.
We've got you.

Get him inside.

Come on, Beck.

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 that
with enough money...

with enough equipment,
with enough determination...

we could conquer Chomolungma.

So now we mourn our friends...

Yasuko Namba...

Andy Harris...

Doug Hansen...

Scott Fischer...

and Rob Hall.

They saw God's face.

I hope--

Oh, how I hope...

that it was beautiful.