Shaka Zulu (1986): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript
[intro music playing]
[singing]
[narrator] The more I'd
learnt about the king and his
people,
the more I realized just how
arrogant the attitudes of the
Colonial Office
and Lord Charles were in this
whole affair.
Shaka had so far proved a most
affable host.
His power was his security,
and we were fools to have
thought that we could simply
change
the course of history with what
we like to think of as the
mystique of white civilization.
They are like monkeys
trying to steal the autumn
harvest.
And yet you treat them like
kings!
Why, Nkosi?
[Shaka] There are things
we must learn, Ngomane.
Awungikhumule, Mfowethu.
[Ngomane] What things can they
teach us, Nkasi yeZulu?
[Shaka] Like how many Monkeys
fight in their armies.
What they really want from us,
And what we can learn from them.
Awungiboleki isihlangu sami,
'Mfowethu
[tribal chants]
[everyone chanting]
[chanting continues]
[drum roll]
[whistling]
[chanting continues]
[loud chanting continues]
[screaming in devastation]
[intense music]
[Dingane] Kill that man,
Mgobozi!
[Mgobozi] Sukani!
I said kill him. Kill him!
[Dingane] Kill him!
That verdict is not ours to
decide, Dingane.
I am the king's brother!
In the name of my ancestors,
I order you to kill him now!
Yes, Dingane.
You are his brother
but also his heir.
Mas' hambeni.
You've destroyed the evidence,
Dingane,
but not your guilt.
[Mkabayi] I wonder what he could
have told us about you,
Mhlangana and Mbopha?
You're a fool, Dingane.
If you truly wanted to rule
in his place, you should have
planned Shaka's death the way
Shaka would have planned it.
[Mkabayi] Using a valid
strategy. He has built
a nation of warriors!
Would you have the people
believe' that an uFasimba
would ever
turn his spear against
his own emperor?
It is the work at destiny.
As a man lives, so shall he die.
You remember that, Dingane.
Remember that.
[panting and writhing in agony]
[coughs]
She asks... can you save him?
Can you give him life...
Like you did to that girl.
She was in a coma!
[Flynn] She would have recovered
by herself if they hadn't tried
to... bury her.
Will you tell him?
You know he'll
never understand that.
He can relate only
to Light and Darkness.
He feels the Darkness
approaching and he
wants you to give
him back Light.
Are you washing your hands of
the whole thing?
And why not? Hmm?
I think it would be fair to say
that ah he had it coming to him.
Oooh... do you think
we deserve to die? Do you?
What!
You listen to that' mob out
there, Fynn!
I tell you Mr. Fynn,
Shaka's armies Shaka may be a
greater without threat than
we've ever dreamed possible!
[Farewell] And I fear that
we may be the first victims
of that anarchy!
We have a chance to win the
king's Favour!
We cannot fling it to the wind!
If we control Shaka's soul.
We control the whole
of Southern Africa!
Control his soul?
Ah!
That's the game isn't it?
By proving that we have the
powers of life and death!
That's the game all right,
Mr. Fynn.
And at this, "minute"
is called survival!
Well we don't have
those powers, Lieutenant.
And that man is coughing up
blood and phlegm
which would indicate
a punctured lung.
And if that is the case...
then he's as doomed as that girl
he had murdered.
Well then, you must pray.
For him?
No.
For us.
[panting]
[coughing]
[indistinct chatter]
[military drums beating]
[Scottish bagpipes playing]
Beg pardon, Sir.
What is it, Captain?
News from the north, Sir.
Shaka.
What the devil's that
savage up to now?
Nothing, Sir. Unless, that is,
the Zulus are given to being
commanded by spirits.
Oh, get on with it, man!
Speak plainly!
According to a report from
Col. Cloete, Sir, we have every
reason to believe that Shaka
has been murdered.
Murdered?
Not by Farewell, I hope.
No. Sir, by one of his own
people, apparently.
-Hmm. Are you sure?
-Yes, Sir.
I took the,liberty of checking
Col. Cloete's sources.
Stabbed through the heart,
apparently.
Over a week ago.
Good.
Very good.
Tell Col. Cloete to return
his troops to the Cape
as soon as possible.
Isn't that a bit hasty, Sir?
The Zulus may have regrouped
under new leadership.
Highly unlikely, Captain.
Shaka was a fluke!
The natives will revert to their
natural state of Snivelling old
women.
And now you must excuse me.
I have a luncheon appointment.
Good day.
Come, Ladies!
[Fynn] All around us was death
and destruction.
The uncertainty caused by the
attempt on the king's life
had created such panic and
mistrust that warrior turned
on warrior
and any poor soul found not
displaying the required amount
of grief at the king's demise
was summarily slaughtered
or impaled.
It was a most terrible period
of our stay,
and fear and uncertainty
became our constant companions.
Iph' inyanga?
[Ngomane] Vul' indjel.a!
Iniani inkasi namhlanie?
He asks after the king's health,
Mr. Fynn.
Thank you, Mr. Vegte.
I got that.
The Great Elephant's condition
is... stationary.
The moment there is any...
improvement he'll' be informed.
I hope you're not lying.
[Dingane] If the king is dead
and you are keeping the truth
from the Zulu people,
your carcasses will provide the
cushions for Shaka grave.
If you don't believe what I'm
sayin' to you,
then go and look for yourself!
I'll return at sunset
to be further informed.
And if he does peg out,
Boy, you'll be the last one
to find out!
Well, how is he really?
He's dying, Francis.
Don't seem to be a damn thing
I can do about it!
If his ever doesn't break,
I doubt he'll make sunset.
It has been many days.
Too many!
People must see Shaka now,
before panic sets in.
Well?
He can't stand up, let alone
walk to the gate!
Then we'll have
to give him a
helping hand.
Francis,the man is dying!
Let's try, Henry.
It might be our last hope.
[Scottish bagpipes playing]
I'm afraid there is nothing we
can do, Mrs. Farewell.
From Colonel Cloete's
notification it would appear
that your husband
never succeeded in making
contact with that savage.
[Somerset] Indeed, it is
doubtful that his party ever set
foot on the shores of Natal.
I've said as much in my
communique to Lord Bathurst
whose foolish idea it was
to sanction this whole affair.
But how can you simply assume
they never got there?
There is no mention of them
in any other reports we've
received.
One report, Sir Charles one
miserable report from a
messenger from God knows where,
tells you Shaka is dead
and you believe him.
Um... yes, I'm, truly sorry,
Mrs Farewell...
and if there's anything I can do
to hasten your return
to England I should be
only too happy to oblige.
Mrs. Farewell!
Anything to help!
[grunts]
Mrs. Farewell!
Excuse me.
Mrs. Farewell.
Simpson. Harlow Simpson-South
African Commercial Advertiser.
If you will permit, Ma'am,
I have an inquiry
or two to make.
-In reference to what,
Mr. Simpson?
-Your husband.
and Shaka Zulu.
Oh, that's old news, isn't it?
As your newspaper has so
dauntlessly reported,
they're both dead.
"His Majesty's valiant knight
pitted against the Zulu Dragon
inflicting death even as the
warmth of life drained from
his own veins!"
I have rarely read
such trash Mr. Simpson.
even in the shoddiest
of drawing room plays!
It nettles me to have my
husband's name tainted
by your waggish tabloid!
Good day, Mr. Simpson!
Drive on!
You are right Mrs. Farewell.
It was trash!
Perhaps I can make it up to you
by printing the truth.
-With your help, that is.
-And what is the truth?
"His Majesty's valiant knight
pitted against the blindness
and racial
bigotry of the Cape's governor."
Stop!
Somerset firmly believes
the only way to deal
with these
"kaffirs" is to blow
their heads off!
Your husband's outlook
was more enlightened.
His eulogy could be
a valuable lesson
to the future administrators
of Colonial Africa.
But then there's no reason to
write an eulogy, is there?
He's alive, isn't he?
And on what do you base that
assumption, Mr. Simpson?
Your intuition.
and the fact that you came
to see Somerset to help
find your husband.
Well, I admire your
resourcefulness, Mr. Simpson,
but I suggest
you concentrate your
efforts on more current topics.
As I said,
my husband is old news.
Drive on!
If you should reconsider, Madam.
I think you will find our
"waggish" tabloid'
may prove to be your best
and only ally!
[grunts]
[mellow music playing]
An added touch for show.
[speaking Zulu]
The people are assembled.
[grunts in pain]
[mellow music playing]
[speaking Zulu]
All right then.
you're on your own now.
[grunts in pain]
[crowd cheering]
[sweeping music playing]
[crowd cheering]
[chanting]
All he needed
was a dose of Power.
In the past few weeks we've done
a great deal of rushing and very
little 'treading'.
I fear the angels won't
let us get away with it
for much longer.
Well, the angels have always
been a rather
understanding lot, Fynn.
But I take your point.
No d'you know,
I think that
Shaka's a believer ?
like most great men.
The empire that he's built
was in his imagination.
before it became a reality.
Well, you've saved
his skin, old boy.
so now let's deal
with his imagination.
[crowd chanting]
[crickets chirping]
[pants]
May I speak, Ndabezitha?
I know who was responsible
for the attempt on your life.
Go on.
Perhaps my brother's son...
can tell you.
Well?
After you were wounded,
my brother,
I sent spies north
of Pongolo river.
They tell me that Soshangane,
Zwide and those few
who survived Qokli Hill
have built a new and powerful
army trained in the "ixwa"
and the methods of Shaka.
The spies tell me that an
attack on kwaBulawayo was
planned.
as soon as Zwide
received confirmation that
the Great Elephant
has fallen, Ndabezitha.
How can you be sure that Zwide's
conspiracy was not born
in the heart of one
of my faithful subjects.
...you, for instance.
We share the same blood,
Mfowethu.
Few men know you
as well as I.
If I had wished
to take your life
I would have succeeded,
my brother.
Leave me now.
[speaking Zulu]
Ndabezitha.
Ngomane.
Ndabezitha.
Choose ten of the uFasimba
and have them impaled
in the center of the cattle fold
where all can see.
[Shaka] Even if the man
was an imposter,
my regiment should
have realized it before
the final blow was dealt.
Men are often blind, Nkasi,
as... as you are
in the case
of your half-brother.
I have known since
the night of the stabbing
that Dingane is to blame.
And...
and yet you let him live?
I need him now,
more than ever.
He'll attract dissenters,
like cow dung attracts flies.
And when they try
to strike again...
I'll be prepared.
It is Mkabayi
that, surprises me!
[intense music]
[crow cawing]
[intense music]
[Shaka] If what
they say is true,
then their "isangoma" possesses
powers we cannot ignore.
I want those powers
at my service.
If the leopard were offered
wings to fly,
he would be foolish
to refuse them.
[grunts]
What is this marking used for?
[Vests] It is used
to transmit feelings
ideas over great distances.
[Shaka] I have
messengers for that.
[Vests] But this ensures that
what you say here is heard
there in exactly your words.
[speaking Zulu]
[Vests] Writing is also a way
of storing ideas.
so that what you say today may
be heard generations from now.
It is a form of immortality.
[foreboding music]
Who was he?
A King.
Joji?
Oh, no that's not George.
That is a King of Kings.
That's Christ.
Was Christ greater than Joji?
He's greater than George.
He's greater...
than Shaka.
This death.
Hanging from a tree
near weeping old women
is not worthy of a King!
No, it's not.
How did he come to die?
He was... he was betrayed
by those that he loved the most.
Yes.
It is a mistake to love.
Especially for a King.
Why're you ever silent?
Are you afraid?
Do you bow down before
this dead king Christ?
No.
-Christ is not my king.
-Ah!
You have doubts
that Christ
is the King of all .Kings
Yes Nkosi. I...
I have my doubts.
So you two belong
to different tribes.
Yes.
And King Jesus
came from your tribe.
Not from my tribe.
From his tribe.
The ways of you Whites
are a dark mystery!
Those warriors near the tree
with "ixwas".
Were they part
of his regiments?
No. He had no regiments.
Only twelve men. Unarmed.
Yet you call him King of Kings?
Greater than Shaka?
Yebo, Nkosi.
Why?
Look at his lips.
They're moving.
[Fynn] He's saying
"forgive them Baba, for they
know of what they do."
Forgive.
How can anyone expect to rule
with such a foolish strategy?
Many are of the same opinion.
And what does my
brother George think?
George...his people
...his country
people all over the world
they worship that King
as the Divine Sovereign sent
by the Ancestors to bring peace.
But, uh, Nkosi...
I know,very well
that King Jesus had great power.
Well, whether my friend
Zacharius or you know it or not.
Christ is the Lord
of the Whites.
[Fynn] He is the Lord
of the Zulus.
He is the lord of all men.
He is the son of the Heavens!
Do you derive
your powers from him?
He is Power.
With Christ in your heart,
you're stronger than all the
regiments an earth!
[old squirmy voice]
If Christ is power...
why did he not save...
himself?
Christ had to die
so that the Heavens would pass
that power onto me.
The youth they have
given me
is proof that I have
inherited that power.
Heavens belong to Zulu
and Shaka is their son!
If the Swallows wish
to be my "friends",
they must remember that
In this land
there is only
one Nkosi yamaKhosi,
only one King of Kings.
Shaka.
Yebo, Nkosi.
[sweeping music playing]
That is a gift
from the Swallows.
But you cannot fault, uh,
Shaka's deductive reasoning.
Christ to Heaven,
Heaven to Zulus, Zulus to Shaka.
I wouldn't be surprised if
someday Christ were
wedged snugly into Zulu
genealogy.
that seems to be the curious
legacy of Jesus...
to be adopted by others.
Did he say "youth"?
Youth?
The Macassar Oil Francis!
Your added touch for show.
You didn't really think it would
go unnoticed, did you?
He thinks we've rejuvenated him!
Not just aesthetically.
Physiologically.
I wish you'd stop doing that!
What?
Thinking.
It always seems
to get us into
deeper trouble!
It also gets us
more of what we want.
[Zulu's women singing]
"I, Shaka.
"King of the Zulus
and of the
country of Natal,
"do hereby on the seventh
of November in the year
of Our Lord
"eighteen hundred
and twenty four
"and in the presence
of my chiefs
and of my free will,
"grant, make over and sell unto
F.G. Farewell and Company
"the entire and full possession,
in perpetuity
"of the Port of Harbour
of Natal
"together with the islands
there in
"and the surrounding country
"with all rights to the ivory,
"rivers, mines and articles
"of all denominations
contained there in...
"In witness where of
"I have placed my hand before
"the said F.G. Farewell,
"whom I hereby
acknowledge as the
"Sole Chief of the said country
"with full power and authority.
"I do this as reward
for the Whites' kind
attention to me
"in my recent illness
"from a wound."
[speaking Zulu]
-Ngomane...
-[speaking Zulu]
[Ngomane] They are like monkeys
trained to steal the autumn
harvest...
and yet you treat them like
king
Why, Nkosi?
[speaking Zulu]
If the Whites offer you wings,
it is because they wish
to make you their victim.
[speaking Zulu]
Look at these men!
From now on
you will pay them the respect
due to kings.
[crowd chanting]
I never would have thought
hair oil could become
a political asset.
That's because you're
not a practical man.
All right.
I'll be practical.
The bottle's almost empty.
What happens when it runs out?
Your pessimism
isn't very British.
Why should it be?
I'm Irish.
[chanting continues]
[seagulls squawking]
I hereby solemnly declare
that henceforth this bay be
named Port Natal,
and the surrounding area to be
British territory.
Mr. Wilkins...
[canon fire]
♪ God save the gracious king ♪
[all singing]
♪ Long live the noble king ♪
♪ God save the King ♪
♪ Send him victorious ♪
♪ Happy and glorious ♪
♪ Long to reign over us ♪
♪ God save the King! ♪
Three cheers
for his gracious majesty,
King George!
-Hip hip hooray!
-Hip hip hooray!
-Hip hip hooray!
[sweeping music playing]
[horses neighing]
[goats bleating]
Fat lot of use this is going to
do us stuck out here in the
middle of nowhere.
Yeah. I reckon we start building
ourselves a ship...
get the 'ell out of here
before His High and Mighty
starts sticking us up on those
poles of his.
Do let us know when
you plan to leave, Gentlemen.
That attitude's all very well,
Mr. Farewell.
But somebody's got to start
doing something or none of us
is going to get
out of here alive!
And how far do you think
we'll get without his help?
Tell me, because it will take
more than us to put a sea faring
ship together.
So... tell him.
Oh, don't talk nonsense, man
Nobody tells Shaka anything.
When the time is right,
Gentlemen, we will confront the
matter and until then, do please
concentrate on life as it is.
And what are you going to do
when your bleeding Macassar oil
runs out?
Uh, excuse me, Gentlemen,
I think we have visitors.
[Zulu chanting]
[speaking Zulu]
Febana.
Yes, Mgobozi?
The Great Elephant wishes to see
you and Mbuyazi immediately.
Tell him that we will leave for
kwaBulawaya this afternoon.
You will leave immediately.
No one keeps
the Great Elephant waiting.
We'll leave as soon as we can.
Asiya!
Somehow this place
is getting more and more
ominous by the day.
Look, Francis,
I don't want to
be difficult,
but I do think
Mr. Ogle has a point.
What are we going to do
when the hair dye runs out?
Oh, by then
we'll be back in
Cape Town.
Won't we, Lieutenant?
[sweeping music playing]
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[singing]
[narrator] The more I'd
learnt about the king and his
people,
the more I realized just how
arrogant the attitudes of the
Colonial Office
and Lord Charles were in this
whole affair.
Shaka had so far proved a most
affable host.
His power was his security,
and we were fools to have
thought that we could simply
change
the course of history with what
we like to think of as the
mystique of white civilization.
They are like monkeys
trying to steal the autumn
harvest.
And yet you treat them like
kings!
Why, Nkosi?
[Shaka] There are things
we must learn, Ngomane.
Awungikhumule, Mfowethu.
[Ngomane] What things can they
teach us, Nkasi yeZulu?
[Shaka] Like how many Monkeys
fight in their armies.
What they really want from us,
And what we can learn from them.
Awungiboleki isihlangu sami,
'Mfowethu
[tribal chants]
[everyone chanting]
[chanting continues]
[drum roll]
[whistling]
[chanting continues]
[loud chanting continues]
[screaming in devastation]
[intense music]
[Dingane] Kill that man,
Mgobozi!
[Mgobozi] Sukani!
I said kill him. Kill him!
[Dingane] Kill him!
That verdict is not ours to
decide, Dingane.
I am the king's brother!
In the name of my ancestors,
I order you to kill him now!
Yes, Dingane.
You are his brother
but also his heir.
Mas' hambeni.
You've destroyed the evidence,
Dingane,
but not your guilt.
[Mkabayi] I wonder what he could
have told us about you,
Mhlangana and Mbopha?
You're a fool, Dingane.
If you truly wanted to rule
in his place, you should have
planned Shaka's death the way
Shaka would have planned it.
[Mkabayi] Using a valid
strategy. He has built
a nation of warriors!
Would you have the people
believe' that an uFasimba
would ever
turn his spear against
his own emperor?
It is the work at destiny.
As a man lives, so shall he die.
You remember that, Dingane.
Remember that.
[panting and writhing in agony]
[coughs]
She asks... can you save him?
Can you give him life...
Like you did to that girl.
She was in a coma!
[Flynn] She would have recovered
by herself if they hadn't tried
to... bury her.
Will you tell him?
You know he'll
never understand that.
He can relate only
to Light and Darkness.
He feels the Darkness
approaching and he
wants you to give
him back Light.
Are you washing your hands of
the whole thing?
And why not? Hmm?
I think it would be fair to say
that ah he had it coming to him.
Oooh... do you think
we deserve to die? Do you?
What!
You listen to that' mob out
there, Fynn!
I tell you Mr. Fynn,
Shaka's armies Shaka may be a
greater without threat than
we've ever dreamed possible!
[Farewell] And I fear that
we may be the first victims
of that anarchy!
We have a chance to win the
king's Favour!
We cannot fling it to the wind!
If we control Shaka's soul.
We control the whole
of Southern Africa!
Control his soul?
Ah!
That's the game isn't it?
By proving that we have the
powers of life and death!
That's the game all right,
Mr. Fynn.
And at this, "minute"
is called survival!
Well we don't have
those powers, Lieutenant.
And that man is coughing up
blood and phlegm
which would indicate
a punctured lung.
And if that is the case...
then he's as doomed as that girl
he had murdered.
Well then, you must pray.
For him?
No.
For us.
[panting]
[coughing]
[indistinct chatter]
[military drums beating]
[Scottish bagpipes playing]
Beg pardon, Sir.
What is it, Captain?
News from the north, Sir.
Shaka.
What the devil's that
savage up to now?
Nothing, Sir. Unless, that is,
the Zulus are given to being
commanded by spirits.
Oh, get on with it, man!
Speak plainly!
According to a report from
Col. Cloete, Sir, we have every
reason to believe that Shaka
has been murdered.
Murdered?
Not by Farewell, I hope.
No. Sir, by one of his own
people, apparently.
-Hmm. Are you sure?
-Yes, Sir.
I took the,liberty of checking
Col. Cloete's sources.
Stabbed through the heart,
apparently.
Over a week ago.
Good.
Very good.
Tell Col. Cloete to return
his troops to the Cape
as soon as possible.
Isn't that a bit hasty, Sir?
The Zulus may have regrouped
under new leadership.
Highly unlikely, Captain.
Shaka was a fluke!
The natives will revert to their
natural state of Snivelling old
women.
And now you must excuse me.
I have a luncheon appointment.
Good day.
Come, Ladies!
[Fynn] All around us was death
and destruction.
The uncertainty caused by the
attempt on the king's life
had created such panic and
mistrust that warrior turned
on warrior
and any poor soul found not
displaying the required amount
of grief at the king's demise
was summarily slaughtered
or impaled.
It was a most terrible period
of our stay,
and fear and uncertainty
became our constant companions.
Iph' inyanga?
[Ngomane] Vul' indjel.a!
Iniani inkasi namhlanie?
He asks after the king's health,
Mr. Fynn.
Thank you, Mr. Vegte.
I got that.
The Great Elephant's condition
is... stationary.
The moment there is any...
improvement he'll' be informed.
I hope you're not lying.
[Dingane] If the king is dead
and you are keeping the truth
from the Zulu people,
your carcasses will provide the
cushions for Shaka grave.
If you don't believe what I'm
sayin' to you,
then go and look for yourself!
I'll return at sunset
to be further informed.
And if he does peg out,
Boy, you'll be the last one
to find out!
Well, how is he really?
He's dying, Francis.
Don't seem to be a damn thing
I can do about it!
If his ever doesn't break,
I doubt he'll make sunset.
It has been many days.
Too many!
People must see Shaka now,
before panic sets in.
Well?
He can't stand up, let alone
walk to the gate!
Then we'll have
to give him a
helping hand.
Francis,the man is dying!
Let's try, Henry.
It might be our last hope.
[Scottish bagpipes playing]
I'm afraid there is nothing we
can do, Mrs. Farewell.
From Colonel Cloete's
notification it would appear
that your husband
never succeeded in making
contact with that savage.
[Somerset] Indeed, it is
doubtful that his party ever set
foot on the shores of Natal.
I've said as much in my
communique to Lord Bathurst
whose foolish idea it was
to sanction this whole affair.
But how can you simply assume
they never got there?
There is no mention of them
in any other reports we've
received.
One report, Sir Charles one
miserable report from a
messenger from God knows where,
tells you Shaka is dead
and you believe him.
Um... yes, I'm, truly sorry,
Mrs Farewell...
and if there's anything I can do
to hasten your return
to England I should be
only too happy to oblige.
Mrs. Farewell!
Anything to help!
[grunts]
Mrs. Farewell!
Excuse me.
Mrs. Farewell.
Simpson. Harlow Simpson-South
African Commercial Advertiser.
If you will permit, Ma'am,
I have an inquiry
or two to make.
-In reference to what,
Mr. Simpson?
-Your husband.
and Shaka Zulu.
Oh, that's old news, isn't it?
As your newspaper has so
dauntlessly reported,
they're both dead.
"His Majesty's valiant knight
pitted against the Zulu Dragon
inflicting death even as the
warmth of life drained from
his own veins!"
I have rarely read
such trash Mr. Simpson.
even in the shoddiest
of drawing room plays!
It nettles me to have my
husband's name tainted
by your waggish tabloid!
Good day, Mr. Simpson!
Drive on!
You are right Mrs. Farewell.
It was trash!
Perhaps I can make it up to you
by printing the truth.
-With your help, that is.
-And what is the truth?
"His Majesty's valiant knight
pitted against the blindness
and racial
bigotry of the Cape's governor."
Stop!
Somerset firmly believes
the only way to deal
with these
"kaffirs" is to blow
their heads off!
Your husband's outlook
was more enlightened.
His eulogy could be
a valuable lesson
to the future administrators
of Colonial Africa.
But then there's no reason to
write an eulogy, is there?
He's alive, isn't he?
And on what do you base that
assumption, Mr. Simpson?
Your intuition.
and the fact that you came
to see Somerset to help
find your husband.
Well, I admire your
resourcefulness, Mr. Simpson,
but I suggest
you concentrate your
efforts on more current topics.
As I said,
my husband is old news.
Drive on!
If you should reconsider, Madam.
I think you will find our
"waggish" tabloid'
may prove to be your best
and only ally!
[grunts]
[mellow music playing]
An added touch for show.
[speaking Zulu]
The people are assembled.
[grunts in pain]
[mellow music playing]
[speaking Zulu]
All right then.
you're on your own now.
[grunts in pain]
[crowd cheering]
[sweeping music playing]
[crowd cheering]
[chanting]
All he needed
was a dose of Power.
In the past few weeks we've done
a great deal of rushing and very
little 'treading'.
I fear the angels won't
let us get away with it
for much longer.
Well, the angels have always
been a rather
understanding lot, Fynn.
But I take your point.
No d'you know,
I think that
Shaka's a believer ?
like most great men.
The empire that he's built
was in his imagination.
before it became a reality.
Well, you've saved
his skin, old boy.
so now let's deal
with his imagination.
[crowd chanting]
[crickets chirping]
[pants]
May I speak, Ndabezitha?
I know who was responsible
for the attempt on your life.
Go on.
Perhaps my brother's son...
can tell you.
Well?
After you were wounded,
my brother,
I sent spies north
of Pongolo river.
They tell me that Soshangane,
Zwide and those few
who survived Qokli Hill
have built a new and powerful
army trained in the "ixwa"
and the methods of Shaka.
The spies tell me that an
attack on kwaBulawayo was
planned.
as soon as Zwide
received confirmation that
the Great Elephant
has fallen, Ndabezitha.
How can you be sure that Zwide's
conspiracy was not born
in the heart of one
of my faithful subjects.
...you, for instance.
We share the same blood,
Mfowethu.
Few men know you
as well as I.
If I had wished
to take your life
I would have succeeded,
my brother.
Leave me now.
[speaking Zulu]
Ndabezitha.
Ngomane.
Ndabezitha.
Choose ten of the uFasimba
and have them impaled
in the center of the cattle fold
where all can see.
[Shaka] Even if the man
was an imposter,
my regiment should
have realized it before
the final blow was dealt.
Men are often blind, Nkasi,
as... as you are
in the case
of your half-brother.
I have known since
the night of the stabbing
that Dingane is to blame.
And...
and yet you let him live?
I need him now,
more than ever.
He'll attract dissenters,
like cow dung attracts flies.
And when they try
to strike again...
I'll be prepared.
It is Mkabayi
that, surprises me!
[intense music]
[crow cawing]
[intense music]
[Shaka] If what
they say is true,
then their "isangoma" possesses
powers we cannot ignore.
I want those powers
at my service.
If the leopard were offered
wings to fly,
he would be foolish
to refuse them.
[grunts]
What is this marking used for?
[Vests] It is used
to transmit feelings
ideas over great distances.
[Shaka] I have
messengers for that.
[Vests] But this ensures that
what you say here is heard
there in exactly your words.
[speaking Zulu]
[Vests] Writing is also a way
of storing ideas.
so that what you say today may
be heard generations from now.
It is a form of immortality.
[foreboding music]
Who was he?
A King.
Joji?
Oh, no that's not George.
That is a King of Kings.
That's Christ.
Was Christ greater than Joji?
He's greater than George.
He's greater...
than Shaka.
This death.
Hanging from a tree
near weeping old women
is not worthy of a King!
No, it's not.
How did he come to die?
He was... he was betrayed
by those that he loved the most.
Yes.
It is a mistake to love.
Especially for a King.
Why're you ever silent?
Are you afraid?
Do you bow down before
this dead king Christ?
No.
-Christ is not my king.
-Ah!
You have doubts
that Christ
is the King of all .Kings
Yes Nkosi. I...
I have my doubts.
So you two belong
to different tribes.
Yes.
And King Jesus
came from your tribe.
Not from my tribe.
From his tribe.
The ways of you Whites
are a dark mystery!
Those warriors near the tree
with "ixwas".
Were they part
of his regiments?
No. He had no regiments.
Only twelve men. Unarmed.
Yet you call him King of Kings?
Greater than Shaka?
Yebo, Nkosi.
Why?
Look at his lips.
They're moving.
[Fynn] He's saying
"forgive them Baba, for they
know of what they do."
Forgive.
How can anyone expect to rule
with such a foolish strategy?
Many are of the same opinion.
And what does my
brother George think?
George...his people
...his country
people all over the world
they worship that King
as the Divine Sovereign sent
by the Ancestors to bring peace.
But, uh, Nkosi...
I know,very well
that King Jesus had great power.
Well, whether my friend
Zacharius or you know it or not.
Christ is the Lord
of the Whites.
[Fynn] He is the Lord
of the Zulus.
He is the lord of all men.
He is the son of the Heavens!
Do you derive
your powers from him?
He is Power.
With Christ in your heart,
you're stronger than all the
regiments an earth!
[old squirmy voice]
If Christ is power...
why did he not save...
himself?
Christ had to die
so that the Heavens would pass
that power onto me.
The youth they have
given me
is proof that I have
inherited that power.
Heavens belong to Zulu
and Shaka is their son!
If the Swallows wish
to be my "friends",
they must remember that
In this land
there is only
one Nkosi yamaKhosi,
only one King of Kings.
Shaka.
Yebo, Nkosi.
[sweeping music playing]
That is a gift
from the Swallows.
But you cannot fault, uh,
Shaka's deductive reasoning.
Christ to Heaven,
Heaven to Zulus, Zulus to Shaka.
I wouldn't be surprised if
someday Christ were
wedged snugly into Zulu
genealogy.
that seems to be the curious
legacy of Jesus...
to be adopted by others.
Did he say "youth"?
Youth?
The Macassar Oil Francis!
Your added touch for show.
You didn't really think it would
go unnoticed, did you?
He thinks we've rejuvenated him!
Not just aesthetically.
Physiologically.
I wish you'd stop doing that!
What?
Thinking.
It always seems
to get us into
deeper trouble!
It also gets us
more of what we want.
[Zulu's women singing]
"I, Shaka.
"King of the Zulus
and of the
country of Natal,
"do hereby on the seventh
of November in the year
of Our Lord
"eighteen hundred
and twenty four
"and in the presence
of my chiefs
and of my free will,
"grant, make over and sell unto
F.G. Farewell and Company
"the entire and full possession,
in perpetuity
"of the Port of Harbour
of Natal
"together with the islands
there in
"and the surrounding country
"with all rights to the ivory,
"rivers, mines and articles
"of all denominations
contained there in...
"In witness where of
"I have placed my hand before
"the said F.G. Farewell,
"whom I hereby
acknowledge as the
"Sole Chief of the said country
"with full power and authority.
"I do this as reward
for the Whites' kind
attention to me
"in my recent illness
"from a wound."
[speaking Zulu]
-Ngomane...
-[speaking Zulu]
[Ngomane] They are like monkeys
trained to steal the autumn
harvest...
and yet you treat them like
king
Why, Nkosi?
[speaking Zulu]
If the Whites offer you wings,
it is because they wish
to make you their victim.
[speaking Zulu]
Look at these men!
From now on
you will pay them the respect
due to kings.
[crowd chanting]
I never would have thought
hair oil could become
a political asset.
That's because you're
not a practical man.
All right.
I'll be practical.
The bottle's almost empty.
What happens when it runs out?
Your pessimism
isn't very British.
Why should it be?
I'm Irish.
[chanting continues]
[seagulls squawking]
I hereby solemnly declare
that henceforth this bay be
named Port Natal,
and the surrounding area to be
British territory.
Mr. Wilkins...
[canon fire]
♪ God save the gracious king ♪
[all singing]
♪ Long live the noble king ♪
♪ God save the King ♪
♪ Send him victorious ♪
♪ Happy and glorious ♪
♪ Long to reign over us ♪
♪ God save the King! ♪
Three cheers
for his gracious majesty,
King George!
-Hip hip hooray!
-Hip hip hooray!
-Hip hip hooray!
[sweeping music playing]
[horses neighing]
[goats bleating]
Fat lot of use this is going to
do us stuck out here in the
middle of nowhere.
Yeah. I reckon we start building
ourselves a ship...
get the 'ell out of here
before His High and Mighty
starts sticking us up on those
poles of his.
Do let us know when
you plan to leave, Gentlemen.
That attitude's all very well,
Mr. Farewell.
But somebody's got to start
doing something or none of us
is going to get
out of here alive!
And how far do you think
we'll get without his help?
Tell me, because it will take
more than us to put a sea faring
ship together.
So... tell him.
Oh, don't talk nonsense, man
Nobody tells Shaka anything.
When the time is right,
Gentlemen, we will confront the
matter and until then, do please
concentrate on life as it is.
And what are you going to do
when your bleeding Macassar oil
runs out?
Uh, excuse me, Gentlemen,
I think we have visitors.
[Zulu chanting]
[speaking Zulu]
Febana.
Yes, Mgobozi?
The Great Elephant wishes to see
you and Mbuyazi immediately.
Tell him that we will leave for
kwaBulawaya this afternoon.
You will leave immediately.
No one keeps
the Great Elephant waiting.
We'll leave as soon as we can.
Asiya!
Somehow this place
is getting more and more
ominous by the day.
Look, Francis,
I don't want to
be difficult,
but I do think
Mr. Ogle has a point.
What are we going to do
when the hair dye runs out?
Oh, by then
we'll be back in
Cape Town.
Won't we, Lieutenant?
[sweeping music playing]
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