Shaka Zulu (1986): Season 1, Episode 10 - Episode #1.10 - full transcript
[theme song playing]
[vocalizing]
[singing in Zulu]
♪ We are growing higher ♪
♪ Growing higher ♪
[ululating]
[heavy breathing]
[Fynn] There is nothing more
I can do, Baba.
No!
The Ndlovukazi
is beyond my medicine.
No!
[sobbing]
[heavy breathing]
No, it can't be.
No.
[voice breaking]
No, it can't be.
No.
[bottles clinking]
[women sobbing]
[groaning]
[speaking Zulu]
[sobbing]
[groans]
Save her!
Bring my mother back to life!
Oh, I cannot, Baba.
Your Christ did!
He was the King of kings.
She is the queen of queens.
The Great Female Elephant.
The mother of Shaka.
Resurrect her!
I have told you, Baba, I cannot!
[Fynn] Your mother is dead.
And there is nothing
that anyone can do
to change that.
Is that so, Sitayi?
Yeah, Baba, it is so.
The promises of my people...
are as vain as
those of the Swallows.
There is no truth.
There is no truth.
There is no truth
except the reality of
your death, mother!
[Shaka sobbing]
But you will not
die alone, mother
The promises of life...
the promises of youth...
they shall die
with you, mother.
They shall die with you!
Mother.
[Fynn] With the death
of the Great Female Elephant,
it was deemed probable
that the heavens and the Earth
would unite
in bewailing her death.
And thus the sacrifice for man
would also be great.
No cultivation would be allowed
for the following year.
No milk would be used.
But as drawn from the cow,
it should all be poured
upon the Earth
All women found with child
during the year of wailing
would, with their husbands,
be put to death.
All that was a promise
of life and youth
would be destroyed.
The inhuman edict condemning
the whole population
to starvation
and unnatural abstinence
was through abject fear,
received with acclamation.
And regiments of soldiers
were dispersed
throughout the empire
to massacre all those
who failed to obey.
We were confined to Port Natal
until Shaka,
who quite irrationally
was blaming us
for his misfortunes
should decide how best
to deal with the treachery
of the creatures from the sea.
I feared that if Francis
didn't return soon...
all would be lost.
So many times
the last three years
I thought
I'd never see myself
like this again.
And do you see
yourself now, Francis?
Well, that's an odd remark.
If I think of the minutes,
the hours, the days I spent
hoping and praying
for your return.
And yet, now that you're here
I feel lonelier than ever.
Because I realize
that you may
never really return.
You've become like this image
in the looking glass.
Every detail of
Lt. Farewell is there.
Except life.
Who owns that life?
Shaka?
Francis, I've watched you plunge
headlong into ventures
that would give cold feet
to even the most brazen of men.
Yet you've always survived
because you had the capability
of never taking yourself
or the situation too seriously.
You were always above the event
avoiding any real
personal involvement.
And it was that
tongue in cheek spirit
that justified
your apparent recklessness
that made you a winner.
But it's different this time,
isn't it, darling?
You've cut loose
all your emotional anchors.
Your involvement is complete.
Elizabeth, through no will
of my own, I promise you that.
No matter how well you play
you cannot always control
the game in its entirety.
Especially if
your opponent is...
formidable.
You just keep upping the stake
and then suddenly
one day it's...
too late to quit.
But it's never too late.
You still have me.
Well...
then I must ask you to wait
until I'm...
ready to return.
[footsteps approaching]
[knock on door]
Hmm. What news
do you bring, captain?
The governor's commission
have deliberated
and reached their decision.
In as much as
the Zulu Empire has no
recognized diplomatic status
with the crown,
an audience with
Sir Charles Somerset
has been deemed inadvisable.
[Francis] This is madness.
So was your idea
of ever thinking
we could treat these primitives
on an equal basis, lieutenant.
You and Mr. Wilkins
are requested to board a ship
for Plymouth
at your earliest convenience
in order to offer His Majesty
and the admiralty
clarifications regarding
your involvement
in the Zulu affair.
Oh, a court martial, huh?
A clarification, lieutenant.
As to where
your true allegiance lies.
Yes, you've just made
that very clear for me, captain.
I must warn you, lieutenant--
Save your threats, captain.
I am no longer
under your jurisdiction.
I'm Zulu.
And I'm staying here
until your government recognizes
our embassy
from the Emperor Shaka Zulu.
Most unfortunate, lieutenant.
A promising career.
To toss all that away
for some ungrateful savages.
I couldn't agree
with you more, captain.
Men like you and Lord Charles
aren't worth it.
Excuse me.
Ma'am.
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
What the blazes
is going on here?
It seems that the soldiers
have invited
their friends and relations
to come and stare at us.
Well, do we leave now?
No, Tim. We stay here.
If need be, until we rot.
[indistinct chatter]
[ululating]
[women weeping]
♪ All I want from life ♪
♪ Is more than just a life ♪
♪ For it was spoken
In the prophecy ♪
♪ My son will rule through me ♪
♪ Through him
I rule this life ♪
♪ Nandi, my name is Nandi ♪
[indistinct chatter]
Do you ever see
anything like it?
Bloody vultures.
What are we trying
to prove, Francis?
Yes, they've seen us
for what we really are.
As a race, as people.
And even if Lord Charles
agreed to sign the treaty
this very afternoon,
I'm afraid
it would be far too late.
Our credibility has been...
somewhat tainted.
Feeling helpless, aren't you?
Simpson. Harlow Simpson.
South African
Commercial Advertiser?
Have you come to report
on a circus, Mr. Simpson?
Not exactly, Mrs. Farewell.
I'll leave that inclement task
to my less ambitious colleagues.
The only story
I'm interested in is yours.
The confessions
of a hero's wife.
Don't you find that
rather seedy?
Madam, when you stop
feeling sorry
for yourself and your husband,
perhaps you'll come and see me.
He needs you, you know.
Being a hero's no fun
if nobody knows about it.
Mr. Simpson!
"So we would be excused
for thinking
that some heinous crime
or some dastardly act
had been committed,
or that these people
have been used
in the perpetration of treason
or an act of war
against the colony."
[clears throat] But not so.
Well, "The party
under the gallant command
of Lt. Francis George Farewell
has come to offer lasting peace
between the Cape
and Shaka's Empire."
Hmm.
"A peace we so desperately need
for ourselves and our children."
Hmm.
"This reporter begs to know
why Sir Charles Somerset wishes
to remain so obstinate."
[clears throat]
Er, bring him here at once.
Sir.
Come in.
[speaking Zulu]
[speaking Zulu]
Baba.
[speaking Zulu]
Is there a problem,
Mr. Farewell?
Would it bother you
very much Lord Charles,
if we sat on the floor?
Under the circumstances,
I suppose
that would be acceptable.
Yes.
Well, now, Mr. Farewell,
would you state
precisely and concisely
just what it is
you expect from me,
as the governor of the Cape?
The gentlemen of the press
are waiting.
As you know, Lord Charles,
I and my men have been serving
His Majesty in Natal.
In the course of the three years
in which we've been
amongst Zulu people,
I have endeavored
to concile Zulu interests
with those of
the British government.
Now there have been
many difficulties, of course.
Most of them related
to questions of custom
such as you've just witnessed
with regard to
the seating arrangements.
Um, basic misunderstandings
which affect communications.
But more recently,
I have had the good fortune,
uh, to win the confidence
and the trust of the Zulu king.
The result of which
is the King's strong desire
to show his goodwill
by proposing an alliance
with Britain.
And for that purpose,
he has sent Ngomane Kamqobolo.
Kamqobolo.
He has sent his prime minister
to represent him.
You spoke of questions
related to customs.
How did Shaka communicate to you
the word "alliance"?
I don't follow you, sir.
Did Shaka instruct you to go
to the governor of the Cape
to seek an alliance
between the Zulu tribe
and the British empire?
Were those his exact words,
Mr. Farewell?
"Alliance",
he did say "alliance",
not concurrence or cooperation?
Does Shaka wish to join
the British Empire
or does he wish to maintain
his sovereignty?
In which case,
does he wish to establish
ties with embassies?
or does he merely wish
to meet Georgie
and enjoy some kaffir beer?
Surely it is not
a question of semantics.
What difference does it make...
[Aithison] Excuse me, sir.
What is it, captain?
[whispering] Shaka...
Dismissed.
You were saying, Mr. Farewell?
What difference does it make
if the word is alliance
or agreement.
The sentiment is one.
The Zulu people are reaching out
the hand of friendship.
Friendship?
Mr. Farewell, will you please
convey to your prime minister
that we have just received word
that his king is marching
on the Cape
with his full military force.
Mr. Farewell,
your native friends
have 24 hours
to board their ship
and leave the Cape.
Failing which I shall be obliged
to consider their presence here
as an act of war.
That will be all, gentlemen.
Mr. Farewell.
A word of warning.
Off the record.
Men like you
are invariably caught
between two fires
and rejected by both sides.
You cannot trust these people.
I think today's news
proved that.
Let them go. Save yourself.
Too late, Lord Charles.
I've sacrificed
three years of my life.
Now, I must stop him.
I have an investment to protect.
[sighs]
Hmm.
[clamoring]
Francis, what are you
going to now?
You know what's happened?
Well, the minute those reporters
ran out of there,
the news went through the crowd
like wildfire.
You can't play
this game anymore, Francis.
Shaka is not abiding
by the rules.
I have no option, Elizabeth.
He makes the rules.
No. Francis, no.
I can't stay here.
There's so many people
relying an me.
I-I have to go back. I have to.
Well, how long this time?
A few months, a year,
two, three?
What about us, Francis?
What's happened to our game?
I have to finish this one.
I have to go.
Just like that?
Just like that.
[seagulls squawking]
[speaking Zulu]
It's the Shaka. They're back.
Hey, lads, they're back.
They're bleeding well back!
Mr. Farewell, welcome back, sir!
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct chatter]
[laughing]
Well...
I just don't understand.
He said he'd wait
until the harvest.
No. There'll be no harvest
this year, Francis.
Nandi's dead.
He's gone mad. Quite mad.
Well, I must find him.
Where is he?
Well, the army is
marching southward.
We should be able
to catch them up on horseback.
No, no, no, no.
You've all risked quite enough
in this business.
I must go alone.
[scoffs] Not on your life.
I'm going with you.
I'm as responsible as you are.
Uh, Henry,
you know that that's not true.
You know and everyone here knows
that from the very first day
that we arrived here
you have opposed my ideas.
But let me tell you now that
your ideas and your principles
were very often
far better than mine.
This matter is between
Shaka and me.
Mkabayi, the whites have
nothing to offer.
Now, we must end this madness.
Tell Mbopha to get his men
to clean up the city
and clear away all the dead,
and let dignity be restored
to the people.
They've suffered enough.
[singing in Zulu]
Ndabezitha.
Ndabezitha.
It is I, Febana.
Tell me, Febana.
How do you trap a monkey?
Well, a gourd is used
with a narrow neck,
bait is dropped into the gourd,
a piece of fruit or...
or something shiny.
The monkey puts his hand down
into the neck of the gourd...
and then he grabs the bait.
And, uh...
then he's trapped
because he can't get
his fist out.
Once he realizes...
he is trapped,
why doesn't the monkey
let go of the bait?
Because his greed
makes him blind.
And what is
he greedy for, Febana?
I don't know.
I suppose...
for what he thinks
he cannot have.
And what new bait
have you brought, Febana?
Bring it here
for this monkey to see.
Something shiny?
Like the freshness of youth,
of life, of the past.
Bait your gourd again, Febana.
My heart yearns...
for something shiny.
Nkosi...
that yearning...
which has brought about
everything that has happened
was as much your fault
as it is mine.
But hating my people...
is not the solution.
We must search
for another... together.
Together?
[scoffs]
No, Febana.
You've proved
that you were never with me.
You're a man with no nation.
You're a shadow.
Go!
I have no need for you anymore.
Go?
Go?
Where?
Where... can I go?
Where I have been.
Phuma!
Bayete.
Ndabezitha.
What happened? What's going on?
The Swallows have defeated
the Great Elephant, Mkabayi.
What are you talking about?
On the day when our armies
were ready to attack
when we shouted "Sigidi",
there was no answer.
The king was gone.
Where?
Does it matter now?
No, it doesn't matter anymore.
[crow cawing]
[Sitayi] You must not meet
with these men, Baba.
It is dangerous.
[Mgobozi] The whites are
magicians, Shaka.
They work with illusion.
You have taught us
to live in reality.
[Shaka]
If what they say is true
then their isangoma possesses
powers we cannot ignore.
[Sitayi] Beware, Baba.
Those who wish to be
served by magic
often become its servants.
If the whites offer you wings
it is because they wish
to make you their victim.
[Ngomane]How can
the conqueror of nations
be bewitched
by a handful of jackals?
You have given them land,
wealth, and the status of
generals and chieftains.
All I ask is what is
the Great Elephant
getting in return
for his generosity?
[Shaka] The power
of their knowledge.
The spirit of the blade speaks.
No, the spirit of Shaka speaks.
So be it, son of Zulu.
Take this spear and with it
like the sun cast your powers
to the ends of this Earth.
[singing in Zulu]
[Sitayi] You are Zulu.
You possess the heavens.
[Shaka] Heavens belong to Zulu.
And Shaka is their son.
Shaka is their son. Their son.
[speaking Zulu]
[Nandi] I love you, Shaka.
[speaking Zulu]
[Shaka] Love? Love?
We are incapable
of that emotion, mother.
All that we fear...
All we ever felt
is vengeance and hate.
Hate!
Hate!
[Nandi] No, he is the future.
[Shaka] No. There is no future
without Shaka.
[sobbing]
And now, Mkabayi? What now?
"For the good of the nation",
you always said.
Ngomane?
Mbopha?
You too, my brothers?
I never thought you capable
of such decisiveness.
And so now, after all
these years, Mkabayi...
I am once again in your hands.
-[grunting]
-[shrieking]
[groaning]
[singing in Zulu]
The Swallows have won, Dingane.
Mbopha, burn everything.
Let nothing remain
that reminds us of Shaka.
[speaking Zulu]
[screaming]
[screaming]
[speaking Zulu]
[screaming]
Shaka!
[screaming]
[crying] Shaka!
[screaming]
Shaka!
Shaka!
[screeching]
[woman screaming]
[screaming] Shaka!
[theme song playing]
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[vocalizing]
[singing in Zulu]
♪ We are growing higher ♪
♪ Growing higher ♪
[ululating]
[heavy breathing]
[Fynn] There is nothing more
I can do, Baba.
No!
The Ndlovukazi
is beyond my medicine.
No!
[sobbing]
[heavy breathing]
No, it can't be.
No.
[voice breaking]
No, it can't be.
No.
[bottles clinking]
[women sobbing]
[groaning]
[speaking Zulu]
[sobbing]
[groans]
Save her!
Bring my mother back to life!
Oh, I cannot, Baba.
Your Christ did!
He was the King of kings.
She is the queen of queens.
The Great Female Elephant.
The mother of Shaka.
Resurrect her!
I have told you, Baba, I cannot!
[Fynn] Your mother is dead.
And there is nothing
that anyone can do
to change that.
Is that so, Sitayi?
Yeah, Baba, it is so.
The promises of my people...
are as vain as
those of the Swallows.
There is no truth.
There is no truth.
There is no truth
except the reality of
your death, mother!
[Shaka sobbing]
But you will not
die alone, mother
The promises of life...
the promises of youth...
they shall die
with you, mother.
They shall die with you!
Mother.
[Fynn] With the death
of the Great Female Elephant,
it was deemed probable
that the heavens and the Earth
would unite
in bewailing her death.
And thus the sacrifice for man
would also be great.
No cultivation would be allowed
for the following year.
No milk would be used.
But as drawn from the cow,
it should all be poured
upon the Earth
All women found with child
during the year of wailing
would, with their husbands,
be put to death.
All that was a promise
of life and youth
would be destroyed.
The inhuman edict condemning
the whole population
to starvation
and unnatural abstinence
was through abject fear,
received with acclamation.
And regiments of soldiers
were dispersed
throughout the empire
to massacre all those
who failed to obey.
We were confined to Port Natal
until Shaka,
who quite irrationally
was blaming us
for his misfortunes
should decide how best
to deal with the treachery
of the creatures from the sea.
I feared that if Francis
didn't return soon...
all would be lost.
So many times
the last three years
I thought
I'd never see myself
like this again.
And do you see
yourself now, Francis?
Well, that's an odd remark.
If I think of the minutes,
the hours, the days I spent
hoping and praying
for your return.
And yet, now that you're here
I feel lonelier than ever.
Because I realize
that you may
never really return.
You've become like this image
in the looking glass.
Every detail of
Lt. Farewell is there.
Except life.
Who owns that life?
Shaka?
Francis, I've watched you plunge
headlong into ventures
that would give cold feet
to even the most brazen of men.
Yet you've always survived
because you had the capability
of never taking yourself
or the situation too seriously.
You were always above the event
avoiding any real
personal involvement.
And it was that
tongue in cheek spirit
that justified
your apparent recklessness
that made you a winner.
But it's different this time,
isn't it, darling?
You've cut loose
all your emotional anchors.
Your involvement is complete.
Elizabeth, through no will
of my own, I promise you that.
No matter how well you play
you cannot always control
the game in its entirety.
Especially if
your opponent is...
formidable.
You just keep upping the stake
and then suddenly
one day it's...
too late to quit.
But it's never too late.
You still have me.
Well...
then I must ask you to wait
until I'm...
ready to return.
[footsteps approaching]
[knock on door]
Hmm. What news
do you bring, captain?
The governor's commission
have deliberated
and reached their decision.
In as much as
the Zulu Empire has no
recognized diplomatic status
with the crown,
an audience with
Sir Charles Somerset
has been deemed inadvisable.
[Francis] This is madness.
So was your idea
of ever thinking
we could treat these primitives
on an equal basis, lieutenant.
You and Mr. Wilkins
are requested to board a ship
for Plymouth
at your earliest convenience
in order to offer His Majesty
and the admiralty
clarifications regarding
your involvement
in the Zulu affair.
Oh, a court martial, huh?
A clarification, lieutenant.
As to where
your true allegiance lies.
Yes, you've just made
that very clear for me, captain.
I must warn you, lieutenant--
Save your threats, captain.
I am no longer
under your jurisdiction.
I'm Zulu.
And I'm staying here
until your government recognizes
our embassy
from the Emperor Shaka Zulu.
Most unfortunate, lieutenant.
A promising career.
To toss all that away
for some ungrateful savages.
I couldn't agree
with you more, captain.
Men like you and Lord Charles
aren't worth it.
Excuse me.
Ma'am.
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
What the blazes
is going on here?
It seems that the soldiers
have invited
their friends and relations
to come and stare at us.
Well, do we leave now?
No, Tim. We stay here.
If need be, until we rot.
[indistinct chatter]
[ululating]
[women weeping]
♪ All I want from life ♪
♪ Is more than just a life ♪
♪ For it was spoken
In the prophecy ♪
♪ My son will rule through me ♪
♪ Through him
I rule this life ♪
♪ Nandi, my name is Nandi ♪
[indistinct chatter]
Do you ever see
anything like it?
Bloody vultures.
What are we trying
to prove, Francis?
Yes, they've seen us
for what we really are.
As a race, as people.
And even if Lord Charles
agreed to sign the treaty
this very afternoon,
I'm afraid
it would be far too late.
Our credibility has been...
somewhat tainted.
Feeling helpless, aren't you?
Simpson. Harlow Simpson.
South African
Commercial Advertiser?
Have you come to report
on a circus, Mr. Simpson?
Not exactly, Mrs. Farewell.
I'll leave that inclement task
to my less ambitious colleagues.
The only story
I'm interested in is yours.
The confessions
of a hero's wife.
Don't you find that
rather seedy?
Madam, when you stop
feeling sorry
for yourself and your husband,
perhaps you'll come and see me.
He needs you, you know.
Being a hero's no fun
if nobody knows about it.
Mr. Simpson!
"So we would be excused
for thinking
that some heinous crime
or some dastardly act
had been committed,
or that these people
have been used
in the perpetration of treason
or an act of war
against the colony."
[clears throat] But not so.
Well, "The party
under the gallant command
of Lt. Francis George Farewell
has come to offer lasting peace
between the Cape
and Shaka's Empire."
Hmm.
"A peace we so desperately need
for ourselves and our children."
Hmm.
"This reporter begs to know
why Sir Charles Somerset wishes
to remain so obstinate."
[clears throat]
Er, bring him here at once.
Sir.
Come in.
[speaking Zulu]
[speaking Zulu]
Baba.
[speaking Zulu]
Is there a problem,
Mr. Farewell?
Would it bother you
very much Lord Charles,
if we sat on the floor?
Under the circumstances,
I suppose
that would be acceptable.
Yes.
Well, now, Mr. Farewell,
would you state
precisely and concisely
just what it is
you expect from me,
as the governor of the Cape?
The gentlemen of the press
are waiting.
As you know, Lord Charles,
I and my men have been serving
His Majesty in Natal.
In the course of the three years
in which we've been
amongst Zulu people,
I have endeavored
to concile Zulu interests
with those of
the British government.
Now there have been
many difficulties, of course.
Most of them related
to questions of custom
such as you've just witnessed
with regard to
the seating arrangements.
Um, basic misunderstandings
which affect communications.
But more recently,
I have had the good fortune,
uh, to win the confidence
and the trust of the Zulu king.
The result of which
is the King's strong desire
to show his goodwill
by proposing an alliance
with Britain.
And for that purpose,
he has sent Ngomane Kamqobolo.
Kamqobolo.
He has sent his prime minister
to represent him.
You spoke of questions
related to customs.
How did Shaka communicate to you
the word "alliance"?
I don't follow you, sir.
Did Shaka instruct you to go
to the governor of the Cape
to seek an alliance
between the Zulu tribe
and the British empire?
Were those his exact words,
Mr. Farewell?
"Alliance",
he did say "alliance",
not concurrence or cooperation?
Does Shaka wish to join
the British Empire
or does he wish to maintain
his sovereignty?
In which case,
does he wish to establish
ties with embassies?
or does he merely wish
to meet Georgie
and enjoy some kaffir beer?
Surely it is not
a question of semantics.
What difference does it make...
[Aithison] Excuse me, sir.
What is it, captain?
[whispering] Shaka...
Dismissed.
You were saying, Mr. Farewell?
What difference does it make
if the word is alliance
or agreement.
The sentiment is one.
The Zulu people are reaching out
the hand of friendship.
Friendship?
Mr. Farewell, will you please
convey to your prime minister
that we have just received word
that his king is marching
on the Cape
with his full military force.
Mr. Farewell,
your native friends
have 24 hours
to board their ship
and leave the Cape.
Failing which I shall be obliged
to consider their presence here
as an act of war.
That will be all, gentlemen.
Mr. Farewell.
A word of warning.
Off the record.
Men like you
are invariably caught
between two fires
and rejected by both sides.
You cannot trust these people.
I think today's news
proved that.
Let them go. Save yourself.
Too late, Lord Charles.
I've sacrificed
three years of my life.
Now, I must stop him.
I have an investment to protect.
[sighs]
Hmm.
[clamoring]
Francis, what are you
going to now?
You know what's happened?
Well, the minute those reporters
ran out of there,
the news went through the crowd
like wildfire.
You can't play
this game anymore, Francis.
Shaka is not abiding
by the rules.
I have no option, Elizabeth.
He makes the rules.
No. Francis, no.
I can't stay here.
There's so many people
relying an me.
I-I have to go back. I have to.
Well, how long this time?
A few months, a year,
two, three?
What about us, Francis?
What's happened to our game?
I have to finish this one.
I have to go.
Just like that?
Just like that.
[seagulls squawking]
[speaking Zulu]
It's the Shaka. They're back.
Hey, lads, they're back.
They're bleeding well back!
Mr. Farewell, welcome back, sir!
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct chatter]
[laughing]
Well...
I just don't understand.
He said he'd wait
until the harvest.
No. There'll be no harvest
this year, Francis.
Nandi's dead.
He's gone mad. Quite mad.
Well, I must find him.
Where is he?
Well, the army is
marching southward.
We should be able
to catch them up on horseback.
No, no, no, no.
You've all risked quite enough
in this business.
I must go alone.
[scoffs] Not on your life.
I'm going with you.
I'm as responsible as you are.
Uh, Henry,
you know that that's not true.
You know and everyone here knows
that from the very first day
that we arrived here
you have opposed my ideas.
But let me tell you now that
your ideas and your principles
were very often
far better than mine.
This matter is between
Shaka and me.
Mkabayi, the whites have
nothing to offer.
Now, we must end this madness.
Tell Mbopha to get his men
to clean up the city
and clear away all the dead,
and let dignity be restored
to the people.
They've suffered enough.
[singing in Zulu]
Ndabezitha.
Ndabezitha.
It is I, Febana.
Tell me, Febana.
How do you trap a monkey?
Well, a gourd is used
with a narrow neck,
bait is dropped into the gourd,
a piece of fruit or...
or something shiny.
The monkey puts his hand down
into the neck of the gourd...
and then he grabs the bait.
And, uh...
then he's trapped
because he can't get
his fist out.
Once he realizes...
he is trapped,
why doesn't the monkey
let go of the bait?
Because his greed
makes him blind.
And what is
he greedy for, Febana?
I don't know.
I suppose...
for what he thinks
he cannot have.
And what new bait
have you brought, Febana?
Bring it here
for this monkey to see.
Something shiny?
Like the freshness of youth,
of life, of the past.
Bait your gourd again, Febana.
My heart yearns...
for something shiny.
Nkosi...
that yearning...
which has brought about
everything that has happened
was as much your fault
as it is mine.
But hating my people...
is not the solution.
We must search
for another... together.
Together?
[scoffs]
No, Febana.
You've proved
that you were never with me.
You're a man with no nation.
You're a shadow.
Go!
I have no need for you anymore.
Go?
Go?
Where?
Where... can I go?
Where I have been.
Phuma!
Bayete.
Ndabezitha.
What happened? What's going on?
The Swallows have defeated
the Great Elephant, Mkabayi.
What are you talking about?
On the day when our armies
were ready to attack
when we shouted "Sigidi",
there was no answer.
The king was gone.
Where?
Does it matter now?
No, it doesn't matter anymore.
[crow cawing]
[Sitayi] You must not meet
with these men, Baba.
It is dangerous.
[Mgobozi] The whites are
magicians, Shaka.
They work with illusion.
You have taught us
to live in reality.
[Shaka]
If what they say is true
then their isangoma possesses
powers we cannot ignore.
[Sitayi] Beware, Baba.
Those who wish to be
served by magic
often become its servants.
If the whites offer you wings
it is because they wish
to make you their victim.
[Ngomane]How can
the conqueror of nations
be bewitched
by a handful of jackals?
You have given them land,
wealth, and the status of
generals and chieftains.
All I ask is what is
the Great Elephant
getting in return
for his generosity?
[Shaka] The power
of their knowledge.
The spirit of the blade speaks.
No, the spirit of Shaka speaks.
So be it, son of Zulu.
Take this spear and with it
like the sun cast your powers
to the ends of this Earth.
[singing in Zulu]
[Sitayi] You are Zulu.
You possess the heavens.
[Shaka] Heavens belong to Zulu.
And Shaka is their son.
Shaka is their son. Their son.
[speaking Zulu]
[Nandi] I love you, Shaka.
[speaking Zulu]
[Shaka] Love? Love?
We are incapable
of that emotion, mother.
All that we fear...
All we ever felt
is vengeance and hate.
Hate!
Hate!
[Nandi] No, he is the future.
[Shaka] No. There is no future
without Shaka.
[sobbing]
And now, Mkabayi? What now?
"For the good of the nation",
you always said.
Ngomane?
Mbopha?
You too, my brothers?
I never thought you capable
of such decisiveness.
And so now, after all
these years, Mkabayi...
I am once again in your hands.
-[grunting]
-[shrieking]
[groaning]
[singing in Zulu]
The Swallows have won, Dingane.
Mbopha, burn everything.
Let nothing remain
that reminds us of Shaka.
[speaking Zulu]
[screaming]
[screaming]
[speaking Zulu]
[screaming]
Shaka!
[screaming]
[crying] Shaka!
[screaming]
Shaka!
Shaka!
[screeching]
[woman screaming]
[screaming] Shaka!
[theme song playing]
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