Well the Eiger birds are flocking in: jet-setters, assorted zombies. If they're lucky they'll get to see a man get killed. Sound grim? So is the Eiger.
Pope: I'm going back into the hotel. When I come back out, I don't want to see you around anymore. Understand? Good boy...
So I hear a foehn is blowing in. What's a foehn? Warm, then rain, then a freeze. All in a flash. That whole mother of a rock is going to be covered in ice. To find a crack to drive a piton in... the cracks are all iced up. But you can sure as hell drop through to your neck at any time! They won't be able to go up, they won't be able to go down, they're just going to be stuck.