Into Thin Air: Death on Everest Page #4
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- 1997
- 90 min
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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
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.
- Yeah.
I climbed with 15 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
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...
There were six cylinders.
Six? Six hundred feet?
No, 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 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.
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!
- 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.
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