Third Man on the Mountain

Rudi!

Dreaming again?

That's four plates, three cups

and a platter so far this week.

You're breaking your own record, boy.

If it didn't make it too dark,

I'd put a blind up over that window.

And hurry up over those dishes,

or the water'll be cold

and the dishes covered in grease.

Every day it's the same thing.

Never any time to do anything properly.

This is your job, you know.

You should be doing this.

Oh, no! You'll have me

doing the washing-up next.

Almost time for the tourists

to be back from their morning climb,

hungry as wolves and harder to please.

If only their climbing

were as good as their appetites,

the Citadel would've been climbed

100 times by now.

No. All they do

is to come out here to eat.

I wonder if they're as particular at home?

This one wants no garlic,

this one wants something else.

The rest of them

want whatever we haven't got.

Rudi! You'll have to go and get me

a bag of carrots.

Huh? Where is he?

- Rudi!

- Mmm, something smells good.

Something smells.

Where is he?

He's just passing

Frau Gertz's back garden.

Her dog always barks at Rudi.

I felt he'd go today. I felt it

from the moment I woke up this morning.

- Then why didn't you stop him?

- Stop him? Oh, Teo!

- Would you try and bottle up the wind?

- Now, what kind of crazy talk is that?

Is that what I'm to tell your father

when he finds out the boy's gone again?

No, but you'll think of something.

Yes. The truth!

You wait. This time, you'll see.

Bottle the wind!

I'll bottle the wind for him.

I thought so. I saw him from the window.

What if you did?

The boy's gone home. His mother's sick.

- Don't bite my head off.

- Are the tables set? Sugar bowls filled?

- Have you time to waste?

- Well, I...

Ooh!

Oh, Teo, practice shows.

You're such a beautiful liar.

I would have stammered and stuttered.

I was saving my own skin. I'm supposed

to be in charge of the young rascal.

Now, leave me alone. I've got work to do.

- He must be almost at the high meadow.

- Will you kindly go someplace else?

It isn't fitting for the proprietor's daughter

always to be hanging round the kitchen.

Do you remember when the three of us

would go to the Felsberg on your day off?

We'd take lunches and you'd teach Rudi.

Yes, well, those days

are over and finished.

I promised never to mention the mountains

to Rudi again.

And I'm a man of my word.

Monte D'Oro.

Wunderhorn.

And you.

And you!

Hello!

And you!

Hello!

Hello!

Help!

Hello.

Hello!

Help!

Hello.

Hello?

Hello!

Hold on. I'll get you out.

Is that all the rope you've got?

Yes, but I'll think of something.

Right.

Keep moving. You must keep moving.

Get on your feet.

I'll be all right.

Just let me get my breath.

- Why, you're only a boy!

- Don't try to talk, sir.

- How did you get up here at all?

- I come up here all the time. It's nothing.

Nothing? You only saved my life.

- There must be a mistake.

- Why?

I couldn't have saved your life.

You're Captain Winter.

That's right. There's no mistake.

But how could you

have fallen down a crevasse?

Because I was too busy looking up at a

mountain to see what was at my own feet.

- That mountain?

- Yes.

That mountain.

Tell me, why are you so interested

in that mountain?

My father was killed on it.

Your father? What's your name?

- Rudi Matt.

- Son of Josef Matt!

- Yes, sir.

- I might have known.

What do you think, Rudi?

Can it be climbed?

- The Citadel?

- Your father thought so.

Of all the guides in Switzerland,

he was the only one who thought so.

So do I.

Is that why you're in Kurtal?

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