Gotthard

Giddy up! Move it!

Come on! Giddy up!

Come on!

Right. Goodbye. - Bye.

Yes, that's mine.

Thank you.

The construction site? Which way...?

Good day, fair lady. Give me a smile.

Don't talk to my sister. Got it?

Calm down!

Make way! Move!

Bunch of scumbags.

We don't need your dirty lot.

The construction site? - Ah, go to hell!

Go back to where you came from, all of you!

Oh. Thank you.

I told you, I won't ride for the company.

We're haulers, father. Bringing goods over the mountain is what we do.

Exactly. OVER the mountain.

I won't dig my own grave.

You should think about the future.

The mountain will crush those damn strangers like red ants. You'll see.

Ho, easy does it.

Easy does it.

There we go...

Hey, watch out!

How about you watch out? - Moron!

Oh, a wise guy.

Come on, move it!

I'm looking for work.

How about that.

I have some road construction experience.

I planned and supervised viaducts in the Black Forest.

I need hands-on workers. The thinking I do myself.

Foreman, take me.

I'm a miner. - Miner?

Arms like twigs!

Then take me as a rubble shifter or odd-jobber.

I can run.

Yeah?

Then run!

Not bad.

He's in.

Now back to you, wise guy...

Get out of here.

Are you deaf?

LOUIS FAVRE & CO.

GOTTHARD TUNNEL CONTRACTOR

What are these numbers, Bachmann? - We have compression problems.

That's obvious. But I don't care about problems.

Solutions, Bachmann. Solutions!

Good day!

My name is Maximilian Bühl.

I'm from Villingen. I'm looking for work.

The boss is busy.

I have to be part of this. I don't care what as.

Why leave Villingen if your father owns the Bühler Plant?

This here is different.

15 km through granite and gneiss.

A year-round passage through the Alps.

The project of a century. The technical engineering challenge...

Jumped ship on your father, right? - No degree.

I'm a fast learner.

I've got ideas. And I know my numbers.

Then do the math on this, Bühl:

A compressor with 50 horse powers...

How long for it to compress 10,000 liters of air into seven atmospheres?

Ten cubic meters of air divided by the number of atmospheres,

times three, because it's multiplied by...

That makes two hours

and 12 minutes.

Way too long if you ask me.

He is fast.

You're hired.

Thank you.

Don't be smug, I need every man I can get.

What I don't need is a wise guy. I need someone in transportation.

Transportation? But...

Know a place I can stay?

What do you want?

A place to stay.

Not here.

Do you have a recommendation?

Beat it.

I'm letting.

You're looking for a bed?

Yes, I asked everywhere. The hotels are all full.

OK. Come with me.

We'll have words about this, Anna.

We were a village of just 300 souls.

Now there are 800 strangers.

So much has changed.

But it will benefit us all for centuries. The world's eyes are on your village.

We didn't ask for it.

Good evening.

Good evening. - Good evening.

What do you want?

A room. - It's taken.

By whom? You? - Yes. I'll take it hands down.

I'm the man you're looking for.

Come with me. Both of you.

Where are you from?

Let's try that again...

Tommaso Lazzaroni. - Max Bühl. Soon-to-be engineer.

Reliable, punctual and clean. - A Swabian.

You have something against cleanliness?

This is your room.

I like it.

I'll take it.

It's perfect for me.

I say the lady decides.

It was offered to me. - Then why are we both here?

How much?

I'll live here. - Watch it!

12 francs a month. Payable in advance.

12 francs for a mouse hole?

Ma'am, that's too much. I'm only a miner. I...

Fresh linen once a week.

You can't do this.

What a rip-off.

There is another way.

Two hours, 12 minutes!

Rise and...

shine!

Only you bring wood from the station? - Yes.

There must be more of you.

Yes, but we don't haul only for you.

Goods still have to go over the mountain too.

The saws are always on.

But the trees aren't growing fast enough.

And there's the transport problem.

Damn haulers.

That's where little Bühl here comes in.

Right.

I look forward to hearing your ideas.

The materials need to get here quicker. You see to it.

Engineer! - What?

Granite. After just 190 meters.

Nonsense. It can't be.

We've already lost four drills since this morning.

NORTHERN PORTAL

190 METERS

Move! Clear the way!

Another one broken!

It's broken! It's broken!

The drills are smoldering! Water, fast!

We don't have any water!

Stop! Stop drilling!

They'll all break!

What's going on?

Bravo, Tommaso, bravo!

You're a crazy dog.

Pull the drill out!

Gneiss, the toughest kind.

Telegram. Write it down.

To Mr. Louis Favre,

Serpentine gneiss at 190.

Impenetrable.

Awaiting instructions.

Gentlemen.

Good morning.

Please let us welcome our developer,

Mr. Louis Favre.

Good day.

To start by reducing the pressure from the mountain,

we will open up the roof section

to then push the waste out downwards.

The domed roof section

will be removed with drills.

The Sommelier System.

It seems that's precisely where you've run into problems.

Drills breaking like matchsticks, I hear. - Of course!

Granite is hard, Councilor.

You're only managing two meters a day.

It'll take 20 years at this rate.

Gentlemen, time is running out.

The railroad must connect the German Empire with the East. And soon.

The Suez Canal opened four years ago!

We must consider the entire project.

Delays are inevitable, it's...

Delays cost us, Escher.

Everyone here has made a huge investment.

And they will pay off!

For sure.

By the way, the drift is exactly on schedule.

Four meters.

Yes, four meters.

I personally guarantee

that my Gotthard Railway Company

will meet the schedule every bit of the way.

Is that so?

Those big shot Germans...

with their small minds.

They don't see the big picture.

Louis,

I just lied to the entire Gotthard Company's face.

They deserved no better.

My bank needs security too.

My friend, don't let it upset you.

No one could have foreseen the gneiss. - What about the expert report?