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Turkey...

Istanbul.

Who knows what the capital was called
before the first world war? Hmm?

Somebody?

Anybody?

Hillary. You should know this. Your
father was wounded at Gallipoli.

- Constantinople, sir?
- Yes, Constantinople. Correct.

The only boy with brains.

Teacher's pet.

Just cos you're dumb.

- Hey, Ed.
- Hi.

Wanna come eeling?

I can't. Sorry, Moana.

Mum says we have to come
straight home after school.

Someday, maybe.

Someday.

- Hi, Mum.
- Edmund, your father wants to see you.

I think you know what it's
about. He's waiting for you.

Ow!

Ow!

Ow!

Ah!

Admit it, Ed. I know it was you.

Just say you stole the
grapes, and I'll stop.

Ow!

Ah!

Ow! Ow!

Damn you, Ed!

Did ya say it was me?

- Did ya?
- Nah.

- Does it sting?
- Yeah.

What do you reckon? Shall
we destroy the evidence?

Oh, merciful Lord, bless this food,

as we remember those less
fortunate than ourselves,

who through no fault of their own

are denied seats at the
tables of plenty. Amen.

Amen.

- Would you like me to make you something else, Ed?
- No.

Do you know what's happening
in America right now, Ed?

The poor can't afford food,

but rather than sell it at a price
they can afford, they burn it.

People are going hungry,
and they're burning food.

How are we s'posed to know what's
going on in the rest of the world?

We're the only family on our
street without a wireless.

There's a very good reason for that.

Tell us! It's embarrassing.

- Why can't we have a wireless like everyone else?
- Because, young lady,

you're frivolous enough already,

without listening to propaganda
and mindless radio serials.

You're better than that. You all are.

The Hillarys read.

- The headmaster said Edmund's very advanced for his age.
- Mm.

He completed the curriculum two
years ahead of everyone else.

The local children, they're rough types,

and Ed's a sensitive boy, as you know.

Mr Sullivan thinks he should
go to Auckland Boys' Grammar.

Who'd do his jobs around here?

Well, if you're a day boy, he
could take the train every day

and do his chores after school.

Did Mr Sullivan have any suggestions

on how we're s'posed
to pay for all this?

What about Rex? Will Rex have to go
to Auckland Grammar School now too?

Rex is more practical than Edmund.

He likes doing things with his hands,

and the local technical
college will suit him better.

Mr Sullivan thinks if
Ed set his mind to it,

he could be a bank
manager or an accountant.

Splendid. The very men Jesus
threw out of the temple.

Very good! There we go.

Nice! Very nice with those knees!

Get off that rope! What did I
say about feet? You have a go.

I said, 'Don't use your feet!'

Were you not listening to
me? Get over on that bench.

Change it round! Come on!

Let's get a little pace in there!

Hold it!

Get down from there!

- What's your name boy?
- Hillary, sir.

Can't hear you! Don't mumble!

Hillary, sir.

Look at you, Hillary.

Your ribs poke out, and your
spine needs straightening.

You're deformed!

Over there with the rest of the
cripples and misfits. BOYS LAUGH

I wouldn't laugh, if I was
you. All right, back into it!

Go! Let's go!

Come on, put some effort in!

Keep those knees together!

Our rope was not long
enough for us to abseil down,

and the idea of climbing down
without support from above

was not to be contemplated.

Therefore, we just had
to reach the summit.

'Driving snow stung my eyes.

My lungs burnt with every step.

Bitter cold squeezed the
marrow of my bones like a vice.

I was dying, and I knew it,

and the mountain knew it too.

She didn't care. Why should she?

I was the intruder who, unbidden...

- That was close.
- Can't hear you. I'm fast asleep.

Hey! Cut that out, you two!

If you drop one of those,
there'll be hell to pay.

I mean it!

Do you know what time it is, Percy?

These boys have got
school tomorrow morning.

We're nearly finished.

Have you asked your father yet?

Asked me what?

Ed's class is going on
a school trip to Ruapehu,

and he wants to go with them.

How much will this cost?

- I could pay for it.
- With what?

Pocket money you owe
me, working most days,

every weekend and every
holiday since I was 6.

Well?

- I'll think about it.
- You owe me.

- It's only fair.
- Ed, I said I'll think about it.

All right, boys,

here we go!

- We're one short. Who's missing?
- Hillary, sir.

Hillary! Where the hell do
you think you're going, boy?!

- It's an amazing sight, isn't it, sir?
- I suppose it is.

When people write about mountains, sir,

it's always 'she' and
'her'. Why is that?

I don't know, boy. I can't answer that.

Maybe it's because they're beautiful.

Maybe it is.

Maybe it is.

If we knock this off today, we
won't need to come back tomorrow.

Christmas day, that's big of him

It's the thought that counts.

What are you up to tonight, Ed? I'm
going to a party. You wanna come?

No. I'm gonna go to the flicks
- if we get out of here on time.

I wouldn't count on it.

Charles.

- Kia ora, Ed.
- Hi, Moana.

- How many?
- Just one, please.

- Just the one?
- Yes, please.

- That's two shillings, thanks. How's university?
- Not going any more.

- Oh.
- I didn't like it much.

I'm working on the honey farm
now with Dad and my brother.

So might see you round, then?

Yeah.

Sorry.

- Hi.
- Hey.

For the second time in
a quarter of a century,

the manhood of New Zealand has
heard and answered the call to arms,

and as they parade,
the people of Wellington

give their boys a stirring farewell.

Think of leaving your
home 14,000 miles away

to fight for a principle
and the sentiment,

and admire the gallantry
of New Zealand's volunteers.

- That was really good.
- Yeah.

Very impressive.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

- Thanks, Moana.
- Thank you.

Dad's opposed to conscription,
doesn't think we should go to war.

My brothers are enlisting in the army.

I put my name down for the air force.

- What does your father think about that?
- I haven't told him yet.

Well, I wouldn't leave
it too long if I were you.

You know nothing about war, Ed.

War is an exercise in
futility and barbarity!

You keep on going on
about peace and justice.

War is none of those things!

War is against the
teachings of Jesus Christ.

Keep going on about war,
but this war is different.

The Great War was a needless
waste of life. This is different.

Everybody is out doing their
bit, and I'm stuck here!

I should be out doing my bit!

Ed, beekeeping is a reserved occupation.

You can do your bit for your precious
war effort working here with me.

I'm sorry, Rex. they only
allow one exemption per family.

Then you should've asked me first.

For God's sake, Ed, stop
grizzling and be grateful.

I'll register as a
conscientious objector.

They'll put you in a
detention camp, Rex.

You're in for a tough time.

Let's hope it's a short war.

Excuse me.

Without me around to set the pace,

you'll probably be working
Christmas days from now on.

Strewth! Weighs a ton.

Dad put in a can of honey.

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

Mr Fraser saw a lot of the
boys now back from Crete

when he was in Egypt before coming here.

Chicken.

- Bloody coward, Hillary.
- Too right.

Get out of it, chicken.

Cut that out!

Ed, ignore it! Don't go!

Yeah, get outta here!

Temper.

I wanna do something with my life, June.

I wanna make something of my life.

I wanna climb mountains, I wanna
go fight for my country, I wanna-

You have to stand up to him.

I did,

and I got the radio.

Eventually.

Can I have a word, Dad?

Yes.

Now that the season's kaput,

I thought I might knock
off the maintenance and...

head down and see Rex.

Your brother would
appreciate that, I'm sure.

Cheers.

Name your poison.

Just, uh, water.

I'll pretend I didn't hear
that. I'll get you a beer.

Maybe a shandy, just a small one.

- Not from down here, eh?
- Auckland.

Yeah, I thought so. Hey, Jim,
more of your people have escaped.

Jim Rose, Auckland
Alpine Club. Ed Hillary.

Do a bit of tramping, climbing, do
you Ed? You should join the club.

Well, I'm just a beginner.
Need to learn the ropes.

This is the man that
you need to talk to.

Mick here's one of the
best guides in the country.

Gidday.

- Ed.
- Hang on.

Looks like they bloody
did. Come on, line 'em up.

Congratulations.

Clearly the war isn't
dangerous for them.

Get a couple of days
off, what do they do?

Grand traverse of Mt Cook,
that's what. Mad bastards.

Guess they won't be paying
for drinks tonight, eh?

Yeah?

- Uh, good morning.
- Morning!

Are you available for lessons.

Why not?

- Got an ice axe?
- No. Not really, no.

You'll need a big bugger. Help yourself.

That's gonna weigh a
ton when you get tired.

Christ, doesn't matter.

Won't be doing much
today. Just the basics.

Hold your bloody horses! I'm trying
to demonstrate something here.

Why don't I lead for a
bit, give you a breather?

I think I got the hang of it.

It's not as easy as it looks.

How's that?

Not bad... for a beginner.

Right.

Whoa!

That's me. I'm done.

I might go a bit higher.

Suit yourself.

Jesus.

That was fun.

How much is this?

You can keep the bloody
thing, on one condition.

- What's that?
- Promise me I'll never have

to share a rope with you again.

Rex. Ed.

How you keepin'? Box of birds.

Good.

June knitted you a pullover.

- Goodo.
- And Mum got you some poetry books.

And Dad insists you
need some more honey.

Very good. Thank them for me.

I will.

Rex, there's something I
wanted to tell you in person.

I'm not happy with the
direction my life's taking.

I, on the other hand, uh... Hm.

I'm leading this godawful
existence trying to keep Dad happy,

and you know what that's like.

And?

And I'm having serious
doubts about pacifism.

You wouldn't be human if you didn't, Ed.

More than doubts, really.

- I think pacifism's a wonderful ideal, I really do.
- Get to the point.

I've enlisted in the air force.

You selfish bastard.

I've spent four years in this shithole,

eating the stinking food

and looking through
barbed wire because of you.

I've lost all my friends.

I send them letters. Most
of them come back unopened

or covered in shit.

And this is all because grammar
boy here didn't have to go to war.

I'm sorry Rex. I really am.

You have to follow your conscience,
and I have to follow mine.

It's time I started running my own life.

Have you told him?

Brave enough to go to
war, but not brave enough

to tell your own father. Good luck.

How could you do this to your brother?

How could you be so selfish?!

And for what?

To go to war!

No matter how noble and righteous
the cause, son, trust me, I know.

War makes coarse beasts of every man.

I witnessed decent
men engage in savagery.

I saw weak men descend into barbarism.

And I saw young me of great
promise snuffed out like candles.

I've made up my mind. I'm going.

If I've been a hard taskmaster, Ed,

it's because I wanted to make you strong

and prepare you for a harsh world.

There's great promise in you.

I couldn't bare to see that snuffed out.

Please, God, come back
to us in one piece.

Must be bloody good, mate. You've
read it a thousand times now.

It's Nanda Devi by Eric Shipton.

This is the greatest book on climbing
in the Himalaya's ever written.

That's my page. Thank you

Auckland Grammar, eh?

Jesus, mate, the fines are
gonna be bloody huge on this one.

Attention, please. Attention!

Here we go. Brace yourself, Ed.

Another warning on the
perils of catching clap.

- You wouldn't listen to me, though, would ya?
- At 1400 hours,

the Japanese formally surrendered.

The war is over!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Hey, boys!

Good one, lads.

All right?

Been saving these for ages.

Here you go, mate.

Come on, take it. The war's over!

- We're celebrating, mate!
- I left it too late, Ron.

- What?
- I stuffed it up for Rex.

All right, suit yourself.

We should be getting back.

Yeah, might as well.
Nothing's biting anyway.

You think they're gonna send us home?

Who knows? Bloody freezing
in Invercargill right now,

so they can take their
time for all I care.

Cessation of hostilities
is not too bad, I reckon.

A topless, dusky maiden each
and life would be complete, eh?

If you say so, Ron.

Jeez, Ed! Get out!

What the hell?! Ah!

Ed! Ed!

Ed!

- Passing to beyond, mate, if that's any help?
- Yeah, that's me.

- Well, there you go. Bit crowded in third class.
- Thanks.

Gidday, squire.

- George Lowe.
- Ed Hillary.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah, likewise.

- So you climb a bit, do ya?
- A little bit.

Yeah, I thought I might
have a crack at Beaumont,

if you wanna tag along.

- As long as you don't slow me down.
- I'll do my best.

You know, I don't think the
mountain's going anywhere.

So, what happened to your back?

Got fried in Guadalcanal
when I was in the air force.

Flying?

- Fishing.
- Fishing?

Petrol tank exploded
on the boat, and I...

very foolishly fell on top of it.

Fair enough.

Let's knock off as much as we can.

This is easy.

Tomorrow's gonna be the real bugger.

Bloody hell.

You all right?!

Climb a bit, do ya?!

Great work, George.

You too, Ed.

Yeah. Oh.

- That's good steps, Ed. That's great steps.
- Thanks.

What time did we set off this morning?

5.30.

You ever thought about the Himalayas?

As a matter of fact, I have.

I've got some friends.

They're planning an
expedition to Mukut Parbat.

Don't s'pose you'd be
interested, would ya?

Could be.

It'd be a fair few months off work.

Think you can do it?

I think so.

What do you do?

I'm a teacher.

Kids pretty much teach
themselves these days.

And you?

I'm a beekeeper.

Oh, they'll be fine.

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