Into Thin Air: Death on Everest Page #2

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

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