01x02 - Teil 2

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My name is Maximilian Bühl.

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

You're hired.

I have a room above the barn.

Could I take a look?
- Yes.

You sit in your little room
doing your little numbers,

while we dig the tunnel
and conquer the mountain.

You're a real sapientone!

Lighten up a little, engineer.

Soon-to-be engineer!

"Tresch Transportation pledges

to exclusively transport everything
the Louis Favre Company requires."

Hans!

Your father signed a contract.

As he refuses to work for us,
we must seize everything.

Then we have nothing. We're ruined.

The main troublemaker is a miner
named Tommaso Lazzaroni.

Tommaso Lazzaroni!

You're fired! Without pay!

I'll marry. Someone
who'll front the license for me.

And I'm going to Lucerne to join Favre.

Yesterday, 6.30 meters drift in Göschenen.

And 4.75 on the south side.

Will you tell me what's wrong?

The partners are axing the funds.

It will be in Monday's newspaper.

So...

Here's the prize piece.

Very nice indeed.

How much do I owe you?

Don't trouble yourself.
- Pardon me?

The bill will be sent
to the company, as usual.

I'd prefer to pay now.

But it really is no bother.

My fabric suppliers have to wait too.

We settle accounts every quarter.

Like that everyone contributes
to our collective progress. There...

Shoulders...

But...!

Wait!

The pins!

Mr. Loesch!

We'll do as the tailors do.

The installments might just cover
the cement and dynamite.

If we keep the budget tight.
- Then keep it tight.

The wage slips
for the past few weeks.



and 1,451 in Airolo.

Do we really need them all?

Every single man.

Thank you.

So, you done yet?
- Patience.

That's what you said
two hours ago!

Up so early?

Voila!

It works.

You look terrible.

Get some sleep.

Are you sure?

Then let's go.

I know how we can save the company.

Come on, Loesch.

What do you mean "save"?

Got everything, Loesch?

Sir?

Monsieur!

If the banks won't provide the funds,
there are others who will.

What?

Monsieur, you put it on the slate.

You take out a loan with your workers
in Göschenen and Airolo.

They'll be paid, but not in francs.
- Slow down.

You can print your own money, sir.

Favre francs.

The new currency would allow workers
to buy daily items,

but only in the tunnel villages.

And what they save they can exchange

for real money
once we're solvent again.

With interest.

Mr. Loesch made a calculation...

The workers will share in our success...

...as stakeholders
in the Louis Favre Company.

Favre francs.

Voila, mademoiselle.

Astonishing.

Careful, they're not quite dry yet.

I have three days until payday.

You haven't been to Göschenen
for some time.

Yeah, it's been...

more than three years.

And...

when will you be back?

After I succeed.

And if you don't?

I'll come anyway.

Rise up, brothers.

Rise up!

Arrest him.

Arrest him!

You're coming with us.

Now the boot's on the other foot.
- Come on.

Come along.
- What's going on?

Back to work...

Back in Göschenen, Mr. Engineer?
- Things have changed around here.

You can say that again.

But not in a good way.

DOWN WITH
INHUMANE LABOR CONDITIONS

This isn't good at all.

But I tell you this: I'll get them all,

that rabble, those rats.

Damn revolutionaries.

He's still his old self.

To the construction site.

Why are you standing around?

Give that here.

Back to work...

NORTHERN PORTAL

TUNNEL LENGTH: 5,290 METERS

Out of the way!

Leo!

You're back, Max?

How are the other Piedmontese?



Who's paying for it?

He's still young. What's he got?

It can't be black lung.

I can't say.

I have to take a closer look.
- Declare him fit, or send him home.

Max Bühl. You're all I needed.

What's wrong with him?

First you tell me
why we haven't had supplies for weeks.

Is Favre broke?
- Just a squeeze. It's nothing.

Don't you stuff to do in Lucerne?

Where's the coal for the steam engine?

It's on the way. Use timber instead.

Sure, whatever you say...

Come with me.

You really think you can fob off
the workers with toy money?

Call a general meeting.

Tomorrow, after the early shift.

I won't make a fool of myself.

We have other problems here.

And you have none of them under control.

You have orders to support me.

It's your idea, huh?

Only someone with no clue
about life out here could dream that up.

Tomorrow morning.

And...

Wash up a bit, you smell of absinthe.

Signora. What on earth are you doing?

How many times do I have to tell you:
No cooking in the rooms.

Damn it.

Signora, do you have a room?

Max!

How long has it been?

Three years and seven months.

These fast-paced times...
- ...take your breath away.

Look here.

This is Evi.

And that's Max.

Hello, Evi.

The demand is huge.

We're bursting at the seams.

The workers sleep in three shifts.

You can have the old pantry,
if you like.

Thanks.

How's your father doing?

We haven't heard from him.

Sapientone...

Sapientone, I thought you'd forgotten us.

Why didn't you write?
- Since when can you read?

Yes. Anna taught me.

What do you think of our little kitty?

She looks more like her pretty mother
than the old tom cat.

Will you stay for dinner?
- I'd love to.

We're having minestrone.

If we'd known...
- ...we'd still be having minestrone,

because this man throws away his money.

Always thinking about money.
Today we celebrate.

I could die for a minestrone Ticinese!

So you're a real engineer now?

Favre kept his word.

I've learned a lot.

Tommaso...

What? He's our friend.
We've shared beds.

These Swiss women are so strict.

What brings you here?

The construction site
has to be inspected.

Mama...

What will the workers do
with their Favre francs

if the company goes broke?

We're holding a meeting
with the workers tomorrow.

You have to come too. Please.

The company fired me.
Have you forgotten?

For good reason.

The same reason I need you now.

You have to help me.

The workers listen to you.

No.

Why should the workers
bear the company's risk?

No one bears the risk for their lives.

No one.

Look, it's Mr. Escher.

Mr. Favre really took you for a ride,
didn't he?

Head of the largest Swiss bank
and his friend printing phoney money

to finish the tunnel.

Good evening to you.
- Arrivederci.

Miners.

Workers.

Men. Listen up!

Quiet, now.

Miners.

My name is Maximilian Bühl.

I'm from the Lucerne office
of Louis Favre, our boss.

I have some bad news.

The company
is in dire financial straits.

Construction will have to stop.

You can all go home.

He says we should all go home.

What is he talking about?
- But...

Who the hell are you?

But the company has sent me,

because there is one way
to avoid this disaster.

As yet it's only an idea.

You must decide
if it can save the tunnel.

You will get new money.

Favre francs.

Favre francs.

They're valid for everything
you need in the village.

But you can only spend them here.

We're dropping like flies,
and now we don't get paid?

You gotta be kidding.

No, you'll get your money.

You'll get your money.

This is a living hell.
And now you mock us.

No. You'll get interest.

He's mocking us.

Listen to me.

Miners!

Quiet. Listen to him.

What you've achieved up to now
is a miracle.

But it's worth nothing
if you don't finish the tunnel.

All your sacrifices
will have been for nothing.

The dead will have died for nothing.

The Favre francs are our only hope.

He said

all our sacrifices
will have been for nothing

if we don't finish the tunnel.

But who can guarantee
we'll get our money?

Right. Why should we believe you?

Who are you, anyway?

Miners!

Listen to me.

There's only one option,
and it's a bad one.

You have only one, bad option.

You're not going to be paid anymore.

There's no more money.

You can all go home tomorrow,
and the tunnel will never be completed.

Or...

you accept the deal.

Or you accept his proposal.

No, no. It's nonsense.

A different company will come
to complete the tunnel.

And they'll have to pay us.
Better pay, like human beings.

No, no, no.

No one except Favre is crazy enough
to build a tunnel like this.

So what are we going to send
to our families?

Your fake money?
- No.

This squeeze
will only last a few months.

Then, I promise you, we'll exchange it,

and you can send
a whole wad of money home in one go.

Hey, Raffaello.

Your wife will be amazed.

She'll never have seen
so much money before.

She'll be very, very nice to you.

That was easy.

But how are you going to convince
businesses to take your toy money?

Traders, washerwomen, lodging houses.

They'll all have to accept the new money.
- I'll talk to all of them.

Like you tried to just now?

I'll convince them.

Start with the big ones.

Stores? Taverns?

Lodging houses.

Could you talk to Anna?

No. I'll leave that to you.

I wouldn't even consider it.

But there's no risk for you.

You show up after three years
and try to get money out of us?

No. You'll get money... Later.

Favre took everything my father had.

And now I'm expected to risk everything
for a coupon with his face on it?

You can't be serious.

The workers will be on the street
if you don't accept Favre francs.

What about the company's suppliers?

What about the machinery,
the drills and dynamite?

Will you pay them
with your coupons too?

No.

How likely is it
you can save the company

even if the workers go without pay?
- I don't know, Anna.

But if it doesn't work,
everything will shut down next week.

It's a risk, but it's the only chance.

Otherwise it'll all have been
for nothing.

Am I supposed to pay for my supplies
with these scraps of paper?

We'll do the buying.
The wine can't get any worse.

Get out of here.

Fine.

The company can open its own canteen
if you refuse.

So you can make money there too?

No way, Max.

He's trying to blackmail us.

We have to get our share too.
- Exactly.

But you will.
- Really?

What's the interest rate on your currency?

Five centimes on the franc.

Eight.

That's the same interest
Favre has to pay on his loan.

Eight? Eight centimes?

From now on
you can pay with Favre francs.

But the price just went up.

Max did it.
The workers agreed to his terms.

They'll accept your money.

They're not going to abandon you.

They'll do anything for you.

This is fantastic.
- Yes.

Move along.

Next.

Next.

Congratulations on your promotion,

Chief Engineer.

Now you can go back
to your desk in Lucerne.

No, I'll stay here
until things are running smoothly.

You can cross
Raffaello Maragoni off the list.

Let's get the supplies
waiting at the train station.

Next.

Sign here.



seven children.

What did he die of?

Black lung.

You're sure without an autopsy?

I'm sure.

Wait.

You can't breathe in here.

We need better ventilation.
- And your vent stack, Chief Engineer?

NORTHERN PORTAL

TUNNEL LENGTH: 5,800 METERS

No money.
- The air from the drills is sufficient.

Not if the steam engines pollute the air.

Engines just happen to run on coal.

Who says so? God?

Here you are.

We have some problems here.

That's the contractor's job.

We're on it, boss.

What's going on here?

We need a new way to remove rubble.

I just explained,
to transport rubble 5,000 meters...

What if the trains
ran on compressed air too?

Instead of coal,
we'll fit them with huge air tanks.

Compressed air powers the pistons,
which drive the wheels,

and pumps out
pure, breathable mountain air.

Now he's totally lost his mind.

We have to start excavating. Now.

I have to go to Airolo.

Max...

Build it for me.

Sapientone!

You've been promoted.

Now you're the top dog.

And I owe it all to you.

I know.

And now it's payday.

Payday?

We need you.

At the first sign of illness,
Dr. Zwyssig sends them home.

And the company pays


Yes, so they don't have to pay
for the funeral.

So you're behind this rebellion?

Leo...

It has to be wrapped tighter.

Tighter.

Tommaso...

Starting a rebellion is ill*gal.

I can't just watch my people
die like this, Max.

Too many are dying. Often young people.

It can't just be black lung.

What do you mean?

We need a different doctor,
not just some company lackey.

Find one, then I'll see what I can do.

Well...

Did Garibaldi lure you
into his rebel's lair?

You know about it?

Who do you think pays for the printing
and feeds the injured?

When are you coming back?
- In a few days.

Giddy up!

You've made all the right choices, Anna.

The lodging house,
a beautiful daughter...

Tommaso is a good father.

Yes.

And a stubborn mule.

The workers' rights are second to none.

I don't mind, but...

And you, Max?

Have you finally found yourself
a nice girl?

Yes.

No.

No one who really
means anything to me.

I should've said something
back then, Anna.

I should've fought for you.

Max...

Max, we can't do this.

Thank you.

You'll get one every day.

Maja!

Max!

There he is, our hero.

Everyone in Lucerne
is talking about your success

and wondering where you are.

This is Anna. Maja.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Favre wants you back in Lucerne.

And this village
really is bursting at the seams.

Even the graveyard is full.
- Yes.

It'll do for one night.

The lodging situation here
is rather unsatisfactory.

Where are you staying?

Anna has a lodging house here.
- Anna...

She's pretty.

She's married to my best friend.

Uncle Louis doesn't know I'm here.

I'm sure he wouldn't be pleased.

And you, Max?

Are you pleased?

Of course I'm pleased.

When are you coming back?

I have to stay here a while.
There's a lot to do.

The site is in a bad way,
too many workers are sick...

Then I'll stay too.

After all...
we're practically engaged.

So...

I'm really sorry, Maja.

Where's Max?

Where's my chief engineer?

Marcello, take care of this horse.

Back so soon?

Did you find anyone?

None of the doctors
wanted to come with me.

No one will pick a fight
with the Favre Company.

Here.

A light microscope.

The latest invention.

It allows you to see things
you wouldn't normally be able to see.

I have to find Dr. Zwyssig...
- Tommaso.

Leave me alone.

Let's go inside.

It was wrong, Max.

I'm married.

We're a family.

But it was nice.

I barely recognize myself, Maja.

I don't know what's happened to me.

You're the finest woman a man could...

There's something stupid about you.

Something ridiculous.

That tunnel up there is just a hole.

And you're all dying to get in it.

There, little one.

A little water?

You're hungry too? Here.

We made it through another day.

Tommaso...

How are you?

I'm fine. You?

I've been a terrible husband.

Give me that, you've had enough.

Tommaso, what are you doing?

You're drunk.

Careful! Dangerous!

Hurry up!

Max!

Look at this.

It'll improve working conditions.
A smokeless engine.

Two more died last night.
Talk to the doctor.

They die from the poor conditions.

I brought back a device,
a light microscope.

But Dr. Zwyssig isn't interested.
- The engine has priority.

You gave me your word.
- And I'll keep it.

We're improving working conditions.

Tommaso, you're heading up a blind alley.

No, Max.

You won't change anything,
because you lack courage.

Just as you lacked the courage
to fight for Anna.

Laundry's done...

NORTHERN PORTAL

TUNNEL LENGTH: 6,120 METERS

I'm going home soon.

Work! Get moving.

Let's get to work.

Leo!

Leo! Leo!

Murderers...

Murderers!

Ungodly murderers!

Enough.
- Yes.

Enough.

Stop working.

No one moves an inch!

Stay right there!

Stop.

They just let us die.

Miners...

We have to defend ourselves.

We have to fight.

We're going to fight,
and we're going on strike.

We'll go on strike until things change.

"We demand one franc more per day.

We demand better ventilation

to supply clean air to the tunnel.

We demand a better safety system."

We demand, we demand...
- Never satisfied.

We just exchanged
the Favre francs for real francs.

We're going to look at
every single demand.

Let's talk, Tommaso.

The company can't meet
your financial demands.

You're letting them die.
Don't you get it?

But they need work. Don't forget that.

And they pay for it
with their lives.

It's good against the cold.

No one's going to work today.
Go home, all of you.

Strike.

We're on strike.

Go home.

Got it?

Together we are strong.

How many children do you have?

Eight.

Then think of them.

And of your wife.

And what will happen
if you don't bring money home.

The pickets won't let us through.

We can't get into the tunnel.

Let me worry about that.

Take those two with you.

Good night.
- Good night.

HUMANITY, WORK, EQUALITY

Let's go, fellas.

Give me one of those.

Thanks.

They're breaking through.

Get up. Go!

Take cover! Take cover!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Get your heads down!

Watch out!

Scoundrels!

Strike!

We can't...

What's this?
Have you all gone crazy?

We need the engine.
- Get out of here!

The workers have the say now.

Maximilian Bühl!

Maximilian Bühl!

There's a strike at my construction site,
and you're fighting like a schoolboy.

They're celebrating.

How dare they celebrate.

It's all their leader Tommaso's fault

Tommaso!

Tommaso...

Anna.

Come home.

Come on, dance with your husband.
- What?

No, you're drunk.

Dance with your husband.
- I want...

Dance with your husband.

Or do you want to join the other side,
with Max?

Monsieur Favre,

we need g*ns
and an investigating judge.

I've informed
the regional authorities in Uri.

Can't we negotiate?

No.

Max...

I've tried everything.

What should we do, boss?

You're lead engineer, Max.

So lead.

Get them to send us g*ns.

We have to put an end to this uprising
right away.

And halt!

Soldiers...

They've sent in soldiers.

The company has called in the army.

Soldiers are coming.

Company, halt!

Soldiers. Soldiers.

Wake up. They've got soldiers.

There are soldiers here.

I'm Monsieur Louis Favre's deputy.

Thank you for coming.

We just want to enforce house rules.

You'll follow my commands.

And, march!

What are we going to do?

Stay calm.

No g*ns.

No military. No soldiers.

Halt.

Clear the way.

Your demands are unrealistic.

The company can't pay you any more.

Go back to your work
and no one will be hurt.

Never.

Tommaso, end the strike,

else you're responsible
when g*ns are fired.

Soldiers!

Brothers.

We are ordinary workers.

Just like you.

You don't have to do this.

Back, you dogs!

You treat us like dogs.

But today that will stop.

We won't die for you anymore.

We want to live.

sh**t! sh**t them, now!

No, don't!

Tommaso...

We want justice.

We want fresh air.

We want fresh air.
- Tommaso!

Don't sh**t, I said.

Murderers!

Easy, Mika. Easy.

Mika!

Mika, come back.

Giuseppe...

Don't die.

Giuseppe, don't die.

Lisbeth, bring some hot water!

Hurry.

Take this.

No, Giuseppe.

No.

Stay with us.

Stay with me.

No...

Tommaso.

Look at me.

They'll be after you.

What will happen to his family?

Take his card and go.

If I go now, I can never come back.

I know.

Help!

Here!

Help me!

Favre...

Please.

Please!

Where is he?

You husband.

Get out of here, right now.

We'll find him.

And we'll put him on trial.

Anna Lazzaroni, as of now,
your lodging house is officially closed.

All rooms must be vacated
by tomorrow night.

What do you want?

You shot down unarmed workers.

Go.
- They weren't meant to sh**t.

They weren't meant to sh**t?

Giuseppe is dead.

Anna, believe me.

I never wanted them to sh**t.

Never.

Where is Tommaso?

Anna, where is he?
They mustn't find him.

Do as you're ordered.

Clear all of this away.

Clear it all.

You had no sh**ting order.

You wanted soldiers.

And it worked. The revolt is over.

Wagner did you a favor.

Now work can go on.

Then all's well...

Carter.

Yep, sure.

The weather will clear up by tomorrow.

Then you can go.

SOUTHERN PORTAL

TUNNEL LENGTH: 4,270 METERS

Giuseppe Dazzi from Carnago?

An expl*sives man from the north side.

There's a big commotion in Göschenen.

They're still looking for their leader.

An anarchist named Tommaso Lazzaroni.
Do you know him?

Yes.

What's he like?

A Piedmontese, like me.

A man who can't hold his tongue.

A fool.
- And you?

Why did you leave Göschenen?

Because of a woman.

You Piedmontese...

You're all the same.

On probation.

Hey, you.

Congratulations.

It's your birthday today, Giuseppe Dazzi.

You haven't forgotten, have you?

The strike was crushed.

Yes, at the expense of democracy.

All non-violent solutions failed.

Construction had to continue.

Not at all cost.

I demand
that work conditions at the site

be investigated by state authorities.

Is the Louis Favre Company
meeting its duties to the workers?

He who asks such questions
must accept the answer.

You can't escape responsibility, Escher.

The Gotthard Railway Company would
never have approved armed intervention.

You know that.

That's why none of us were informed.

This tunnel is stained with blood,
gentlemen.

Someone's head must roll
for this slaughter.

I shall dismiss the engineer responsible.

I think the head in question
must be from our own ranks.

Monsieur.

Monsieur.

Mr. Escher
has handed in his resignation.

He's resigned from
the Gotthard Railway Company board.

You've lost your most ardent adversary.

Adversary, you say?
- Yes.

Only two men really understand
what it means to build a tunnel like this.

One of them is me.

And the other was Escher.

Monsieur!

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

NORTHERN PORTAL

TUNNEL LENGTH: 7,010 METERS

We should've been through ages ago.

Maybe we missed the other tunnel.

NORTHERN PORTAL, JULY 19, 1879

Monsieur.

Max, you haven't drilled
a meter in five days.

What's going on?

Why did you halt the construction work?

According to our calculations,
the tunnels should have met by now.

No.

We have to keep tunneling.

We should be hearing explosions
from the other side.

What if the tubes missed each other?

No.

What if it was all for nothing?

Boss.

Airolo?

Airolo.

Monsieur.
- Boss.

The old carter was right.

The mountain has defeated us.

The devil played a trick on us.

The tunnels will never meet.

Never.

We'll just keep digging deeper.

Deeper and deeper, until we burn up.

Boss, that will never happen.

Can you hear that?

Monsieur!

The devil's laughter.

Go to hell.

Leave this mountain...

Monsieur!

Water for the boss. Hurry.

Let's get you out, monsieur.

No, no.

Drink...

Dr. Zwyssig.

Get the doctor.

A dead end.

No, it's not a dead end, boss.

It's not a dead end.

Max! Maxim...

Bühl!
- Listen, monsieur! Can you hear?

Can you hear that?

What?

Airolo.

We're headed the right way!

You did well, monsieur.

You...

No, it was all of you.

All of you.

Boss!

You can stop now.

The boss is dead.

You take your hat off for him?

He got them to sh**t us down.

Shut your mouth.

Hey, what's going on?

Don't you serve wine
in this damned joint anymore?

Sing something for me.

Sing, Lina.

Cheer me up another way, then.

Once this damn tunnel is finished

we'll leave this place.

I'll take you with me.

How often do you think
I've heard those words?

You'll go to the next construction site
and me to the next town. That's how it is.

What happens now?

The family realizes it will be difficult

to continue Favre's legacy.

A legacy that consists
only of obligations.

What do we do now, mademoiselle?

Gentlemen...

The Gotthard Railway Company
has charged me

with running the company until
the matter of succession is clarified.

It is a great honor to complete
the work of such a great man.

I'm counting on you, gentlemen.

This is the new target.

The final sprint.

Eight meters per day?

They're broken. They'll give their all.

This is m*rder.

You're the one
who halted construction.

But the numbers are accurate.

We'll make up for the lost time.

Grind on.

Nothing but grinding on.

Get going.

Grind, grind on!

Smash that mountain in two.

Up with you. Get up!

Get moving.
- Hey!

That bed's just been vacated.

These beds never get cold.

Max?

Max!

Lina?

Lina?

Babili.

Babili.

Ask Anna to take care of my Babili.

We need medicine here.

Nothing I have will help.

What's wrong with her?

And all these women and children?

Not one of them was in the tunnel.

I work for the company.

What do I care
about the women and children?

You lied to me.

You knew they weren't all dying
from black lung, but you did nothing.

Do you at least have a hunch
what they are dying of?

An epidemic?

Never say that word again.
You don't have an ounce of proof.

I've seen people dying.

The breakthrough is a matter of days,

but if this rumor spreads,
our workers will all take off.

This illness affects women and children.

Lina has it too.

My mom is sick, isn't she?

Yes, but she'll be well again soon.

What do you want?

Where is Lina?

Doctor, what did she die of?

I don't know.

We have to get her to Zurich.

We need a medical report
on her death.

No, that will take too long.

What if you had a microscope?

The latest thing.

You can see
the tiniest things with it.

I can get hold of one.

Fine, then bring it to my practice.

And the body too.

Doctor?

Shall I unpack it?
- On the table.

Light...

More light.

Ancylostoma duodenale.

"Intestinal worms".

It's a parasite.

And it's highly contagious.

Lina wanted you
to take care of her daughter.

Yes.

I'll write to the
Gotthard Railway Company.

They'll take my opinion
more seriously than his.

They'll fire you, Max.

This tunnel has cost us
enough lives already.

"Esteemed gentlemen,

esteemed Federal Council,
! am appealing to you today,

because conditions on the Gotthard
construction site have become intolerable.

The dire sanitary conditions
make contagion highly likely.

The worms enter the water in feces
and pass through the skin,

infecting workers and their families.”

Listen up.

Each of you gets a bucket.

You use it to do your business in.

Every evening you take
your bucket out with you.

Got it? Good.

What a load of bunk.
I wonder who came up with that?

How's that going to help?

Hygiene.

Here.

For your crap.

"The death statistics
you have been given are wrong,

since the sick were previously
sent home without being examined.

I therefore implore you, gentlemen,

to intervene, and acknowledge
your duty to the workers

who are building this tunnel."

A moving attempt, Bühl.

The Gotthard Railway Company
has commissioned its own report.

It will conclude
the miners have spread the disease

by their own failure
to observe basic hygiene.

You may go now.

I'm very sorry. Good luck.

Got nothing to do? Get to work.

Airolo is waiting.

NORTHERN PORTAL, FEBRUARY 29, 1880

Detonate!

Göschenen?

Airolo?

Göschenen!

Airolo!

Göschenen!

We're through.

Breakthrough! We have a tunnel!

Quiet!

Quiet, men.

Quiet.

Since he can't go through himself...

Run! Run!

Go and spread the word.
Long live Gotthard!

Run! Run!

Spread the word.

Long live Gotthard!

Breakthrough. Breakthrough!

Breakthrough!

Breakthrough!

We did it.

Max!

The tunnel... They've broken through.

Your calculations were accurate,

down to 30 cm in height
and 3 cm in width.

What are you waiting for?
It's your tunnel.

Outstanding work.

Hey! Steady on.

Sapientone.

Tommaso!

Anna?

She's doing fine.

I...

I'm going to London.

Karl Marx lives there.
I've read his books.

His ideas
will make the world a better place.

Don't get caught on the way there.

Be a good father
to my little Evi.

I give you my word.

Thank you.

This is a magnificent,
extraordinary achievement

GÖSCHENEN, MAY 22, 1882

which will leave a profound mark
in Central European history.

The dividing wall
that separated our nations has fallen.

Our countries
have been brought together.

This is one of the most important steps

on the unceasing journey
of human development.

Can you see?

From Skagerak all the way to Sicily,

an iron girdle now pulls Europe together.

From this day on, an uninterrupted flow
of people and goods will...

Look, your father built this tunnel.

Together with many other men.

Through this fateful mountain,

which, like no other...

In only its first year of operation,

the Gotthard Railway transported over
a million travelers through the mountain.

The experience gained
on the construction site

led the Swiss government
to introduce its first labor laws.

And the Swiss workers' movement

advanced its cause
as a result of the construction progress.

According to official figures,


Well over 1,000 died from the long-term
effects of working in the tunnel.

What became of Anna,
Max and Tommaso is unknown.