K2 Page #3

Savage Mountain,|Killer Mountain!

Half the people who go to K2|dont come back!

Cindy!

Youre gonna blow everything,|your career, your family...

just so guess who can use you|as his stooge again.

I am not his stooge! Cindy,|when I stand on top of a mountain...

and it s taken all my strength|and all my courage to get there...

just for one second,|one second...

I feel the truth of my life.

I have to have that, okay?

And not for Taylor, for me.

Me, me, me!

Cindy, Cindy!|I am not gonna die.

I love you, I love Eric.

Im gonna do this thing and|when I come back, I promise...

We wont be here|when you get back.

I see. You or the mountain,|is that it?

Well, Im gonna have both.

-No, youre not.|-Yes, I am.

You cant.

Yes, I can.

Im sorry.

Im sorry.

-Promise me youll come back, H.|-I promise.

Sign here.

All right, next.

-He says no problem.|-Ask him for his assurance...

...that this deal is going to stick.|-That wont be necessary.

Every expedition that s come through|here has had problems with porters.

-There wont be any problems.|-Tell them thered better not be.

Well use the 8 mm for fixed rope up|to Camp 4 and 6 mm on higher stages.

Theyre heavy enough? The Poles|used 9 mm all the way to the top.

Well, they had twice|as many climbers as we do.

To me, the six mill just doesnt feel|like it s gonna take the weight.

Theres no weight to take|if we do it without fix ropes.

-Dont be ridiculous.|-Getting blown off the mountain...

for 70 days laying ropes,|that s ridiculous.

Weve got every angle figured. Weve|planned this trip for over a year.

The Poles probably planned it all|their lives. Three of them got killed.

And none of them|made the summit.

Fast an loose|is not the way to climb K2.

Taylor, listen to Dallas, will you?

Hes the best expedition|organizer in the States.

If I had known that Id have had him|come over and pack my bags for me.

Thank you.

It must be that time|of the month, huh, Dallas?

lll sleep tonight, lll tell you that.

Acclimatizing all right?

Is it good news or bad news|when you bleed from your ears?

Good news.

Ready.

Cheese.

Looks like somebody is hurt.

This guy looks like Helmut.

-Guten tag. Helmut Steiner.|-Phillip Claiborne. How do you do?

Were just from the Mustagh Tower.|The weather was very bad.

We had to leave|everything behind.

It s the ice season.|Ive never known such bad storms.

Im sorry, do you have|any food you could spare?

-Yes, of course!|-That mans dead.

Her brother too,|but she doesnt believe it.

They were climbing on Paryu.

We tried to bury him,|but she doesnt allow it.

It was very bad.

A Japanese team has arrived in Skardu|and theyre paying 6 dollars a day.

A deal is a deal. You dont|renegotiate when you feel like it.

You people have|a bad reputation for this.

Most of the cash you people earn|is from climbing parties.

Maybe you should think about|what happens if we stop coming.

F***ing a**hole.

I hope you do stop coming.

US$ 6,5 a day or no one goes.

Only my husband...|he hurt his foot.

He didnt treat it|and the result was this.

What the hell are you doing?

-Were talking.|-Talking my ass!

Shes still in shock,|she needs somebody to talk to.

Nothings changed, huh? You want|something you just take it, right?

She was telling me about her husband.|What s your problem, anyway?

-You know shes pregnant?|-So?

So pregnant widows,|is that your thing now?

My thing is to climb this mountain.

-Your way, my way, I dont give a sh*t!|-I think we got that part.

Are you gonna whip your ass|or do you want me to do it.

Alright! Knock it off!|What are you guys doing?

Taylor, come here, look at this!

Isnt it beautiful?

Course it s beautiful. Did you think|Id take you to an ugly mountain?

Get it! Yeah!

Mr. Claiborne!|Mr. Claiborne!

-They want to rest.|-For how long?

-For the rest of the day.|-Are you serious?

-What the hell is going on?|-They wanna make camp here.

-That s bullshit!|-Weve only been going two hours.

They say it s too dangerous because|the fresh snow hides the crevasses.

-What will camping here prove?|-They get an extra days pay.

Were going to Base Camp tonight.|Otherwise no one gets paid.

-They wont move, Mr. Claiborne.|-Well see about that.

I hold you personally responsible|for this, do you understand?

It s not my responsibility,|it s between you and the porters.

Here! Look at this!

Hey, what are you doing?

-Stop!|-Here! Here!

If they dont want the money|we agreed upon, lll burn it all.

You tell them that!

-You must not do this.|-Hes right, Taylor.

Do you think it s right they make|a deal and pull this sh*t everyday?

You cannot negotiate with them by|destroying what they do not have.

-Watch me!|-Listen!

This money will feed one of the|families for a month, at least.

Mr. Claiborne, stop him!|This is against the law!

Taylor, that s enough.

Malik, listen. Tell them that every|man who finishes the trip with us...

will get an extra 50 rupees per day|for this part of the glacier.

-This section only, is that clear?|-It s not the money, Mr. Claiborne.

They will do it.

They will do it. Bastards!

Congratulations.

I think lll nominate you as|Ambassador to Pakistan.

-Im really sorry about this morning.|-Never mind, Harold.

I really thought they|were innocent, you know?

You know, they made a fool of me,|the bastards.

-I think Taylor overreacted a bit.|-I appreciate that.

Hold on!

Get the rope!

Hang on it!

Clean it.

-Are you all right?|-Yes, thanks.

Good work, guys.

-Are you okay?|-Yeah, you?

-Thank you, Harold.|-That was nothing, forget it.

lll never forget it.

So how does it feel|to be the team hero?

Better than being|the team a**hole, I guess.

-What s that supposed to mean?|-You know what it means.

No, I dont.

This whole deal with the porters.

You know you burned their money?|I just dont understand.

I didnt make the world|the way it is, Harold.

Im just trying to get through it|as fast and as clean as possible.

We all make the world the way it is.

Yeah, well, we know who made this.

-Do up the tent.|-You do it.

Do you do this every day?

Yes. Every day.

Taylor! Taylor!

-What s going on?|-The men are leaving, going home.

-Why?|-Theyre scared.

-Tell them were 4 h from Base Camp.|-Im trying to do that!

Stay, stay!

Stay!

Were almost there.|Look! Look!

Come on, goddammit!|Are we climbing or what?

What? Answer me, you|son of a b*tch! Answer me!

Goddammit!|Dont stop me, dammit!

Leave it!

-What the hell is going on?|-We just lost the porters.

What are we going to do now?

F*** them. We dont need them.|Well take it up ourselves.

Seven tons? When do you want to do|it, before or after you get dressed?

What s the matter with you? I thought|you had a plan for everything.

Im talking about time! It ll take|weeks to take this up the mountains!

Hes right. Well be cutting it short|with the weather this late in season.

Exactly. That s why we take what|we need and leave all this other sh*t.

Then guys, why dont we just f***|and quit? Why dont we just give up?

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