Seven Years in Tibet

Why must you be this way?

Why is there always a problem?

It's a good question.

Do you want to go home?

Do you want to turn around?

- Yes!

- It's the Himalayas!

How long have I been talking

about the Himalayas?

- How long?

- Far too long.

Horst, when we get there,

can you give me a hand, please?

- Yes, of course.

- Ingrid, stop it.

Let's try to make the best of this.

Where's this idiot

who's supposed to meet us?

Move!

Move! Move!

Mr. Harrer.

- I have your tickets.

- Fine.

- I'm late. Take me to my train.

- No, no, no. You don't understand.

I am Peter Aufschnaiter.

I am leading the expedition.

- How do you do?

- Here's our celebrity!

Mr. Harrer?

May I say, Mr. Harrer,

on behalf of the Reichssportsfuhrer...

...we are honored to have

such a great German hero on the team.

Thank you, but I'm Austrian.

Yes. Yes. But I'm sure that...

...as a distinguished member of the National

Socialist Party, you would be proud to plant...

...our country's flag on the summit

of Nanga Parbat when you reach it.

Hans Lobenhoffer.

Lutz Chicken.

And a picture with your lovely wife.

And Mr.--

Horst Immendorf. Family friend.

No picture necessary.

When is the little one due, Mrs. Harrer?

About the time my husband

reaches the base camp.

Thank you.

Why don't you tell the entire

stinking country our troubles?

I'm getting on that train.

Do you have anything you want to say?

Fine.

Go. Leave.

I'll see you in four months.

- Take good care of her, Horst.

- I will, Heinrich.

Mr. Harrer.

We will travel 5,000 miles.

When we reach India,

we will head for the Himalayas...

...and the ninth highest peak

on Earth, Nanga Parbat.

Germany calls it "Unserberg--

Our Mountain. "

Before us, four German expeditions

attempted it.

All failed.

Eleven climbers were killed

in storms and avalanches.

By now, the conquest of Nanga Parbat

is a national obsession--

...a matter of German pride.

July 29, 1939.

We have already made Camp Four

at 22.000 feet.

Overhead is the Reklak Glacier

and a difficult climb up the icefall.

The baby must be

at least one month old now.

I have been so confused and distracted.

I can't climb with my usual confidence.

Are you all right?

Sh*t!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

- Are you all right?

- Shall we come down?

Lost a crampon!

Go ahead!

The weather's getting bad.

We should rope up.

- Did you hurt yourself back there?

- Just a scratch. I'll lead.

Rocks!

Look out below!

Hold me!

Have you got me?

Hold me!

You should have told me

how bad that wound was.

I should take a look at it.

I could sew it up.

It's not your problem.

Actually, it is my problem.

- It's my life.

- What?

When you conceal a serious injury

and put my life at risk...

...I consider that my problem.

No, you put your life at risk.

I saved it, so shut up!

Please, please.

It is not your place--

Shut up!

The next time you lie

about an injury, Heinrich...

...you're off the team.

Try it.

August 4th, Camp Five.

Some fierce storms have passed.

My teammates are nervous

about the avalanches...

...so we've been holed up for days.

Aufschnalter should take advantage of

this lowland weather to make high camp.

But he disagrees with me.

Fool.

It seems the others don't mind

sitting here waiting...

...hoping, doing nothing.

So much time to question one's self

is not good.

I am beginning to think

this whole expedition was a mistake.

Run! Avalanche! Get out!

Leave everything!

Put that down!

We are going down now!

If they're frightened of a storm,

send them down to Camp Two.

I could summit on my own!

Peter, always give the best man his shot!

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