Shaka Zulu (1986): Season 1, Episode 9 - Episode #1.9 - full transcript
Shaka agrees to help build a boat to carry Farewell and a Zulu delegation to Cape Town, where they are imprisoned by Somerset; Shaka is furious that Pampata has borne him a son.
[theme song playing]
[vocalizing]
[singing in Zulu]
♪ We are growing higher ♪
♪ Growing higher ♪
[Dr. Fynn] "The Lord
is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures,
He leadeth me
beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul,
He leadeth me in the paths
of righteousness
for his name's sake,
though I walk
in the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for Thou art with me, Lord."
Amen.
[birds cawing]
May you rest in peace.
'Cause we sure as hell won't.
Permission to speak, Sir?
Think it's about time
we all faced the facts.
We're landlocked, Sir.
Makes a sailor like myself
feel lost at sea.
Especially at a funeral.
[Lt. Farewell] Landlocked?
Mr. Ogle, we've been
over all this before.
This land is ours.
With a proper concession.
Signed and sealed.
Given to us by a man
who almost had
us all killed, Sir.
The only concession
is ours here.
Is a concession
to our graveyard.
Signed and sealed.
Steady on, Mr. Ogle.
That's all right, Tim.
[Lt. Farewell] Now how do you
other men feel?
-Mr. Cane?
-Well,
the fact is, Sir, I feel
we do need a ship pretty bad.
Something to sail us
out of here quick
in case Shaka should
start trying to test
our skills again, Sir.
Plenty of trees about here, Sir.
With a bit of sweat,
we can soon knock a ship
together of sorts.
Gentlemen, you surprise me
very much.
Do you really think that we
alone could build anything
worth navigating
without assistance?
It would take us
the remainder of the year.
And how do you suppose
that work would go unnoticed?
No, without Shaka's approval,
the thing is
out of the question.
I wasn't thinking about
anything fancy, Sir.
Couple of logs, and a sail,
we make sail at night.
Shaka will be none the wiser.
Mr. Ogle, there are
400 miles of coastline
between here and Port Elizabeth,
with 300 foot waves
and razor sharp reefs.
Now you are not telling me,
as a sailor, Mr Ogle,
that you really think
that we could make
that journey on a raft?
It's worth having a try, Sir.
It's better than sitting
around here
waiting for that savage
to make his next move.
[Ogle] Look, Sir, we've got
through one battle.
I... don't think we'll be
so lucky the next time.
I think that statement
is quite unworthy
of one of his Majesty's
subjects, Mr. Ogle.
We have made excellent progress.
Progress?
What, eight men against 20,000?
[Abrahams] You call
that progress?
Yes, Mr. Abrahams. I do.
[Lt. Farewell] Any good
card player
will tell you that the least
advisable time to fold
is when you've called
your opponent's bluff.
[Lt. Farewell] Now Shanka's
dared us to do the impossible.
To all intents and purposes
we've proved we can.
And I would suggest to you all
that our position is now
stronger than ever.
But democracy prevails here,
Francis don't you agree?
Certainly.
Every man here is entitled
to his own point of view.
Quite.
Zach. Pete. You've got anything
to say for yourselves?
My opinion is
that we must... should
remain independent of Shaka
whatever the...
problems or risks.
Whatever we do, Mr. Farewell,
there will be risks.
Very good, Mr. Abrahams.
I understand you.
[Lt. Farewell] Gentlemen,
we will in due course
establish the manner
and the timing of our departure.
Now let us give thought
to our dead comrades,
and to their proper burial.
Yes, Sir.
[theme song playing]
The Lt. Farewell I know,
would've been on that raft
within a week, just to see
if it was possible.
But not Febana.
You don't really want
to go, do you?
Febana Kamjoji may have
a greater future
than Lt. Francis George Farewell
ever dreamed of.
Don't be ridiculous.
Being ridiculous am I?
Yeah well, maybe I am
but then so much of what's
happened here is ridiculous,
isn't it?
You've called not only
Shaka's bluff,
but the bluff of the past ten
millennia of civilization.
Life... Death... Youth...
Resurrection... Friendship.
We've even turned
the sanctity of Christ
into a political device.
Shaka is becoming the victim
of our sophistry
and so are you!
We may be dressed up
to play the part
but we could never be Zulu.
And that has little or nothing
do with the color of our skins.
You need that boat
more than they do.
They may have lost
their courage, but you...
you're losing yourself.
Granted, we're going to need
a good reason for going, right?
I mean a reason he'll believe,
and I suggest that he's far too
cunning to believe
anything but the truth.
Well, you came here to make
an alliance didn't you.
I mean, at the outset,
that was the unvarnished truth
of your mission, right?
Well, the time has now come
for the two sovereigns
to seal the pact.
We'll escort Shaka's emissaries
down to Cape Town,
where a proper peace treaty
can be drawn up
between his Majesty's government
and the Zulu empire.
And therein lies
our need of a ship.
You're making it sound
rather easy.
Well, it can be easy.
If you remember which of those
two sovereigns
you truly represent.
It's not a bad idea at all.
[seagulls cawing]
[Lt. Farewell] Well,
the journey overland
would be extremely dangerous.
As of course you know, Nkosi?
We think it...
more practicable to go by sea.
And, ah, how do you plan
to cross the waters?
We shall build a ship.
With your help, Nkosi.
And who would accompany you?
Well, my men...
and those that have been
elected to speak in your place.
Your Prime Minister,
even perhaps, certain
of your Chief indunas.
To make the embassy... credible.
Very clever, Febana.
And what makes you think
I am so willing
to send my emissaries
to your kingdom?
[Shaka] Did you really think
that I would let you go
as you came?
Returning home
with my Prime Minister
and my chief induna,
as a proof that your hunt
was successful?
That was not
my intention, Nkosi.
Nor is it mine.
We will do
as you suggest, Febana.
With one minor change.
You'll go alone...
with him,
and all the required help.
But Mbuyazi... and the rest
will stay behind.
Yes, I see.
Hostages?
Mm-hmm, we could call it that,
though I'd prefer to
consider it an indication
of your... good will.
Have you finished, Mbuyazi?
Mm-hmm, Nkosi.
[seagulls cawing]
And, Febana,
My need for you and your people
will be endured
until next harvest.
If you are not back by then...
they shall die.
[Nandi sobbing]
Does he suspect?
No, Ndlovukazi.
Good. So it must remain.
If he were to suspect,
it could spell death
for both of you.
You must leave Bulawayo at once.
I'll take you to Emkindini.
Women there will look after you.
[sobbing] For how long
must I stay away?
Perhaps... for as long
as he lives.
[Nandi sobbing]
[theme song playing]
[vocalizing]
♪ We are growing higher ♪
♪ Growing higher ♪
♪ We are growing higher ♪
♪ Growing higher ♪
[singing in Zulu]
[vocalizing]
All right!
Let's put her in the pond.
-As hambe!
-[commanding in Zulu]
[chanting in Zulu]
[theme song playing]
[woman singing in Zulu]
...and that?
A powder of love.
The moon is full.
And I want it to shine
my love down on Shaka.
Don't place too much faith
in the moon.
It comes and goes,
and is too far away
to give you what you want.
[wind howling]
[birds cawing]
Ah!
Oh, it's no use! I'll never
get used to this kind of food.
I can't believe
that this is
going to stay edible
all the way to the Cape,
even if it is smoked.
[chanting in Zulu]
Mana!
Lieutenant.
Francis!
[men groaning]
[Shaka commands in Zulu]
Phansi!
[men groaning]
They tried to escape.
I trust that from now on
you will find it easier
to enforce discipline
amongst your men.
That was always your weakness.
Port Natal is mine!
As agreed! I am its king!
You have no right
to murder my people!
They were never your people.
Your people are there...
safe and sound.
And so they'll remain.
Until next year's harvest.
As agreed.
[Shaka commands in Zulu]
Wozani!
[commanding in Zulu]
Take them down.
[birds cawing]
-[dramatic music playing]
-[thunder rumbling]
[Nandi screaming]
[witchdoctor chanting]
It's hurting me, Mother.
The more you
and the baby struggle
the greater your love will be.
Now push!
Push!
[Nandi screaming]
[witchdoctor chanting]
It's killing me, mother.
[mother] It won't be
long now. Push!
Just once more.
Push!
It's fighting me, mother.
The more you
and the baby struggle
the greater your love will be.
Now push!
The greater...
your love will be.
The greater...
your love will be.
It's fighting me, Mother.
I have the head here.
It's a boy, Nandi! It's a boy!
It's a boy!
The son of a chief.
No. No.
He's my son, my son.
[theme song playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[all cheering]
Do you think we'll ever
see 'em again, Sir?
God only knows.
Let's hope we haven't
tried His patience too far!
[waves crashing]
[cheering continues]
[birds cawing]
Ndabezitha.
Have you found her?
Yes, Ndabezitha.
She's been in hiding at the
Great Queen's Crawl, my King.
[Shaka's mother]
You cannot live
forever, Shaka.
You must have an heir to ensure
that the house of Shaka
lives on after you.
[Shaka] No, Mother,
there will be no heirs to do
what I did to my father.
Heirs stab you in the back
as they climb
your road to the heavens.
Besides, the Whites
have made me immortal.
[Shaka's mother] Do not place
so much trust in the Whites,
Shaka. I beg you.
[woman humming]
[baby crying]
[Shaka] Wait here.
[Ngomane] Ndabezithe.
[Nandi quivering with fear]
[Nandi whimpering] Shaka.
[baby crying]
So... you have deceived me.
Just as you deceived my father.
Shaka.
I have made you Queen of Queens,
the most powerful woman
in this land,
in the world!
But that was not enough
for you, mother.
You wanted more!
I love you, Shaka!
Love?
Love?
We are incapable
of that emotion, Mother.
All that we feel...
all we ever felt
is vengeance... and hate,
hate...
hate!
[Nandi whimpering] Shaka.
And I am the product
of your hatred!
Just as he...
is the product of my hatred.
No. He is the future.
Through him your name
will live forever.
Thula!
[Nandi and baby crying]
No, mother.
There can be no future...
without Shaka.
[baby crying]
[speaking in Zulu]
[Nandi wailing]
No!
I'm sorry.
[Shaka] All that we feel
is vengeance and hate.
Hey Shaka.
[boy laughing]
Shaka. Come back, Shaka!
You must stop him!
It's time he learned, Mother.
Sooner or later,
we must strike back.
[boy screaming]
Shaka!
Stop it! Come here!
It looks as if I arrived
not a minute too soon, Mphepha.
[speaking in Zulu]
Never again will he leave
an enemy behind.
[Shaka's father] When I spoke
of that nation
I wanted the name
Mtetwa to stand
for peace not total war!
I wanted my armies to bring
subjugation not destruction.
Never leave an enemy behind
or it will rise again
to fly at your throat.
[crowd chattering]
In charge is a European,
you say?
Yes, Sir.
Some eccentric who
calls himself Farewell
Lieutenant R.N. He asked me
to give you this report, Sir.
Farewell?
Well, don't be a damned idiot.
Fetch him here at once!
Go.
[crowd chattering]
[officer] Go on, get back.
Quite a spectacle, Farewell.
You'll have Cape Town
all abuzz with anticipation
of what your
little circus can do.
Can I offer you some rum?
You do remember what that is?
It's the Colonists'
greatest weapon.
Next to Bible hawkers and guns.
It's all part of the Crown's
unofficial policy when extending
its boundaries amongst
the so called "natives".
First it sends in
the Bible hawkers to delude
their simple hearts and then...
the rum seller captures
their stomachs and then
finally the armies
take rightful possession.
Yes, Sir. I remember what it is.
I once considered you
merely as an idealist.
One of the many
harmless visionaries
who pollute this century.
But now I see
you are far more dangerous.
You're a manipulator.
As much of a hypocrite
as you say we are.
I cannot deny that the Crown's
colonial policy
is far from unblemished.
But who are you
to criticize our tactics
when your own
have been so outrageous!
Your report makes
interesting reading.
Macassar Oil, did you say?
Indeed.
It was a means to an end.
So is the rum!
None of us are playing
by the book!
I can see no reason why you
should be so righteous.
I've done my job,
Lord Charles, I've done it well.
The Cape has enjoyed
three years of grace
and we are now standing
on the threshold
of a lasting peace
with the Zulus.
Waiting in your cells
across that courtyard
is a group of proud men.
They're waiting for a proper
audience with you.
Peace is the gift they bring.
But you treat them like animals
and you refuse
to meet with them,
and there'll be nothing standing
between this colony
and 60,000 warriors.
Believe me, Sir,
I've seen them in action.
That has the distinct
flavor of a threat.
And since you are making it
in the name of someone
who is officially dead,
I must assume
that you do not represent
some self styled savage chief,
but that you yourself
are that chief.
What are you saying?
Our reports indicate
that Shaka died
over two years ago, Lieutenant.
Well, I also am officially dead,
you can see that's a fallacy!
No, no. Shaka's alive.
Very much alive, I might add.
We have only your word
for that, Lieutenant.
Are you actually insinuating
that I have
made myself the
King of the Zulus?
It wouldn't be the first time.
These natives think
we were born to lead.
And the road
from fiction to fact
can often be very short
especially when untold power
lies at the end of the journey.
Ah!
That's preposterous.
But in point of fact,
it makes no difference,
it makes no great
difference at all,
whether you're dealing
with Shaka or Febana Kamoji,
because the Zulus' requests
remain the same,
permission to have audience with
His Majesty's representative.
Which side of the fence
are you on?
That, Lord Charles,
I'll leave for you to determine.
Good day, Gentlemen,
I shall await your decision.
Do you expect me,
as Governor of the Cape,
to lend an ear
to a bunch of savages?
Yes, Lord Charles, I do.
Because that's your job.
Because you are
a governor of the Colonies.
If you find it hard
to speak to savages,
well, I suggest you resign.
I shall await your decision.
Elizabeth!
Francis?
-Elizabeth!
-Francis!
At last!
[both laughing]
Oh, do you think we could find
somewhere a little more private?
Major! Where?
Mrs. Farewell!
You, you look wonderful!
And so do you, Mr. Wilkins.
It seems this Shaka has even
the power to turn the most
conservative of Englishman into
subjects of the Zulu empire.
Ah, allow me to introduce you
to King Shaka's... er...
well, I suppose you'd say,
Prime Minister
and his... Councillors.
Oh.
Well... do we...
they... do we meet...
Lord Charles?
Er? no, Tim. No.
We have to wait!
Ngomane.
Febana.
Major! Lead on!
Thank you, Major!
There's no reason
to stay here,
you know.
I have comfortable lodgings,
more fitting
an Emissary of King Shaka.
No, no.
I must stay here.
It's a point of principle.
I must.
I have to stay here
with those men until those...
idiots... take us seriously.
Well. Then let's forget
the problems
of Empires and Kings
I've missed you, Francis.
I've missed you desperately.
[birds chirping]
[crows cawing]
[crowd singing in Zulu]
"He who believes in me
and is baptized will be saved.
He who does not
believe in me will be condemned.
He who is not with Him...
is against Him. "
The prophecy of love...
the prophecy of hate.
Surprisingly alike.
"With me or against me.".
I'm beginning to realist
that Joji himself
has little to do
with my embassy to your kingdom.
If your people truly
believe in Christ,
it is with Him that
I must ultimately negotiate.
And I understand Him well.
We are both tyrants
in our own ways.
So either your King of Kings
serves me... or I Him.
I see no room for compromise.
Well...
perhaps...
by serving Christ,
you are indeed serving yourself.
By being true to... Him,
you may be safeguarding
the truth of your own nature.
Hmm.
Are the way of peace, Nkosi,
greatly to be preferred.
You and your people
believe that?
Oh, yes, Baba. We do.
Then why did you hang
Him from a tree?
There are many things
not easily explained.
That's why tyrants
are necessary, Mbuyazi.
Aah...
[speaking in Zulu]
[Ngomane] The Queen
is not well, Nkosi.
She has suffered from
great head pains
since the death of the child.
[Shaka] The great female
Elephant must suffer
the burdens
of her deceit, Ngamane.
[Ngomane] But, Nkosi,
the witchdoctors fear that
the great Queen is very ill.
[Shaka] The matter is closed.
[Queen crying]
[Ngomane] The Queen
needs you, Nkosi.
The queen needs you, Nkosi.
[Shaka] The matter
is closed, Ngomane
[Ngomane] The Queen
needs you, Nkosi.
[Shaka] The great female
elephant must suffer
the burdens
of her deceit, Ngamane.
The matter is closed, Ngomane.
[witchdoctor chanting]
-[horse galloping]
-[woman screams]
Bayete! Bayete! Bayete!
[witchdoctor chanting in Zulu]
Come closer.
You...
you have... killed me.
No...
No, Mother... no...
Too late.
It's too... late.
[speaking in Zulu]
Now, will you get
them out of here!
She can't breathe,
she needs air!
[commands in Zulu]
Save her.
Or my guilt will become
your own.
It may take a miracle, Baba.
Search for one in the book.
There are many there
to choose from.
Oh, merciful God, forgive us!
♪ Nandi, my name is Nandi ♪
♪ See me, and then just
think of me ♪
♪ I'm Nandi ♪
♪ All I want from life ♪
♪ Is more than just a lie ♪
♪ For it was spoken
in the prophecy ♪
♪ My son will rule through me ♪
♪ Laughter,
I hear the laughter ♪
♪ It holds me
but then the path
I walk is lonely ♪
♪ All I want from life ♪
♪ Is more than just a lie ♪
♪ For it was spoken
in the prophecy ♪
♪ My son will rule through me ♪
♪ Hear me, for I'm Nandi ♪
♪ One day, one day's
for he must rule ♪
♪ It was meant to be ♪
[singing in Zulu]
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[vocalizing]
[singing in Zulu]
♪ We are growing higher ♪
♪ Growing higher ♪
[Dr. Fynn] "The Lord
is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures,
He leadeth me
beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul,
He leadeth me in the paths
of righteousness
for his name's sake,
though I walk
in the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for Thou art with me, Lord."
Amen.
[birds cawing]
May you rest in peace.
'Cause we sure as hell won't.
Permission to speak, Sir?
Think it's about time
we all faced the facts.
We're landlocked, Sir.
Makes a sailor like myself
feel lost at sea.
Especially at a funeral.
[Lt. Farewell] Landlocked?
Mr. Ogle, we've been
over all this before.
This land is ours.
With a proper concession.
Signed and sealed.
Given to us by a man
who almost had
us all killed, Sir.
The only concession
is ours here.
Is a concession
to our graveyard.
Signed and sealed.
Steady on, Mr. Ogle.
That's all right, Tim.
[Lt. Farewell] Now how do you
other men feel?
-Mr. Cane?
-Well,
the fact is, Sir, I feel
we do need a ship pretty bad.
Something to sail us
out of here quick
in case Shaka should
start trying to test
our skills again, Sir.
Plenty of trees about here, Sir.
With a bit of sweat,
we can soon knock a ship
together of sorts.
Gentlemen, you surprise me
very much.
Do you really think that we
alone could build anything
worth navigating
without assistance?
It would take us
the remainder of the year.
And how do you suppose
that work would go unnoticed?
No, without Shaka's approval,
the thing is
out of the question.
I wasn't thinking about
anything fancy, Sir.
Couple of logs, and a sail,
we make sail at night.
Shaka will be none the wiser.
Mr. Ogle, there are
400 miles of coastline
between here and Port Elizabeth,
with 300 foot waves
and razor sharp reefs.
Now you are not telling me,
as a sailor, Mr Ogle,
that you really think
that we could make
that journey on a raft?
It's worth having a try, Sir.
It's better than sitting
around here
waiting for that savage
to make his next move.
[Ogle] Look, Sir, we've got
through one battle.
I... don't think we'll be
so lucky the next time.
I think that statement
is quite unworthy
of one of his Majesty's
subjects, Mr. Ogle.
We have made excellent progress.
Progress?
What, eight men against 20,000?
[Abrahams] You call
that progress?
Yes, Mr. Abrahams. I do.
[Lt. Farewell] Any good
card player
will tell you that the least
advisable time to fold
is when you've called
your opponent's bluff.
[Lt. Farewell] Now Shanka's
dared us to do the impossible.
To all intents and purposes
we've proved we can.
And I would suggest to you all
that our position is now
stronger than ever.
But democracy prevails here,
Francis don't you agree?
Certainly.
Every man here is entitled
to his own point of view.
Quite.
Zach. Pete. You've got anything
to say for yourselves?
My opinion is
that we must... should
remain independent of Shaka
whatever the...
problems or risks.
Whatever we do, Mr. Farewell,
there will be risks.
Very good, Mr. Abrahams.
I understand you.
[Lt. Farewell] Gentlemen,
we will in due course
establish the manner
and the timing of our departure.
Now let us give thought
to our dead comrades,
and to their proper burial.
Yes, Sir.
[theme song playing]
The Lt. Farewell I know,
would've been on that raft
within a week, just to see
if it was possible.
But not Febana.
You don't really want
to go, do you?
Febana Kamjoji may have
a greater future
than Lt. Francis George Farewell
ever dreamed of.
Don't be ridiculous.
Being ridiculous am I?
Yeah well, maybe I am
but then so much of what's
happened here is ridiculous,
isn't it?
You've called not only
Shaka's bluff,
but the bluff of the past ten
millennia of civilization.
Life... Death... Youth...
Resurrection... Friendship.
We've even turned
the sanctity of Christ
into a political device.
Shaka is becoming the victim
of our sophistry
and so are you!
We may be dressed up
to play the part
but we could never be Zulu.
And that has little or nothing
do with the color of our skins.
You need that boat
more than they do.
They may have lost
their courage, but you...
you're losing yourself.
Granted, we're going to need
a good reason for going, right?
I mean a reason he'll believe,
and I suggest that he's far too
cunning to believe
anything but the truth.
Well, you came here to make
an alliance didn't you.
I mean, at the outset,
that was the unvarnished truth
of your mission, right?
Well, the time has now come
for the two sovereigns
to seal the pact.
We'll escort Shaka's emissaries
down to Cape Town,
where a proper peace treaty
can be drawn up
between his Majesty's government
and the Zulu empire.
And therein lies
our need of a ship.
You're making it sound
rather easy.
Well, it can be easy.
If you remember which of those
two sovereigns
you truly represent.
It's not a bad idea at all.
[seagulls cawing]
[Lt. Farewell] Well,
the journey overland
would be extremely dangerous.
As of course you know, Nkosi?
We think it...
more practicable to go by sea.
And, ah, how do you plan
to cross the waters?
We shall build a ship.
With your help, Nkosi.
And who would accompany you?
Well, my men...
and those that have been
elected to speak in your place.
Your Prime Minister,
even perhaps, certain
of your Chief indunas.
To make the embassy... credible.
Very clever, Febana.
And what makes you think
I am so willing
to send my emissaries
to your kingdom?
[Shaka] Did you really think
that I would let you go
as you came?
Returning home
with my Prime Minister
and my chief induna,
as a proof that your hunt
was successful?
That was not
my intention, Nkosi.
Nor is it mine.
We will do
as you suggest, Febana.
With one minor change.
You'll go alone...
with him,
and all the required help.
But Mbuyazi... and the rest
will stay behind.
Yes, I see.
Hostages?
Mm-hmm, we could call it that,
though I'd prefer to
consider it an indication
of your... good will.
Have you finished, Mbuyazi?
Mm-hmm, Nkosi.
[seagulls cawing]
And, Febana,
My need for you and your people
will be endured
until next harvest.
If you are not back by then...
they shall die.
[Nandi sobbing]
Does he suspect?
No, Ndlovukazi.
Good. So it must remain.
If he were to suspect,
it could spell death
for both of you.
You must leave Bulawayo at once.
I'll take you to Emkindini.
Women there will look after you.
[sobbing] For how long
must I stay away?
Perhaps... for as long
as he lives.
[Nandi sobbing]
[theme song playing]
[vocalizing]
♪ We are growing higher ♪
♪ Growing higher ♪
♪ We are growing higher ♪
♪ Growing higher ♪
[singing in Zulu]
[vocalizing]
All right!
Let's put her in the pond.
-As hambe!
-[commanding in Zulu]
[chanting in Zulu]
[theme song playing]
[woman singing in Zulu]
...and that?
A powder of love.
The moon is full.
And I want it to shine
my love down on Shaka.
Don't place too much faith
in the moon.
It comes and goes,
and is too far away
to give you what you want.
[wind howling]
[birds cawing]
Ah!
Oh, it's no use! I'll never
get used to this kind of food.
I can't believe
that this is
going to stay edible
all the way to the Cape,
even if it is smoked.
[chanting in Zulu]
Mana!
Lieutenant.
Francis!
[men groaning]
[Shaka commands in Zulu]
Phansi!
[men groaning]
They tried to escape.
I trust that from now on
you will find it easier
to enforce discipline
amongst your men.
That was always your weakness.
Port Natal is mine!
As agreed! I am its king!
You have no right
to murder my people!
They were never your people.
Your people are there...
safe and sound.
And so they'll remain.
Until next year's harvest.
As agreed.
[Shaka commands in Zulu]
Wozani!
[commanding in Zulu]
Take them down.
[birds cawing]
-[dramatic music playing]
-[thunder rumbling]
[Nandi screaming]
[witchdoctor chanting]
It's hurting me, Mother.
The more you
and the baby struggle
the greater your love will be.
Now push!
Push!
[Nandi screaming]
[witchdoctor chanting]
It's killing me, mother.
[mother] It won't be
long now. Push!
Just once more.
Push!
It's fighting me, mother.
The more you
and the baby struggle
the greater your love will be.
Now push!
The greater...
your love will be.
The greater...
your love will be.
It's fighting me, Mother.
I have the head here.
It's a boy, Nandi! It's a boy!
It's a boy!
The son of a chief.
No. No.
He's my son, my son.
[theme song playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[all cheering]
Do you think we'll ever
see 'em again, Sir?
God only knows.
Let's hope we haven't
tried His patience too far!
[waves crashing]
[cheering continues]
[birds cawing]
Ndabezitha.
Have you found her?
Yes, Ndabezitha.
She's been in hiding at the
Great Queen's Crawl, my King.
[Shaka's mother]
You cannot live
forever, Shaka.
You must have an heir to ensure
that the house of Shaka
lives on after you.
[Shaka] No, Mother,
there will be no heirs to do
what I did to my father.
Heirs stab you in the back
as they climb
your road to the heavens.
Besides, the Whites
have made me immortal.
[Shaka's mother] Do not place
so much trust in the Whites,
Shaka. I beg you.
[woman humming]
[baby crying]
[Shaka] Wait here.
[Ngomane] Ndabezithe.
[Nandi quivering with fear]
[Nandi whimpering] Shaka.
[baby crying]
So... you have deceived me.
Just as you deceived my father.
Shaka.
I have made you Queen of Queens,
the most powerful woman
in this land,
in the world!
But that was not enough
for you, mother.
You wanted more!
I love you, Shaka!
Love?
Love?
We are incapable
of that emotion, Mother.
All that we feel...
all we ever felt
is vengeance... and hate,
hate...
hate!
[Nandi whimpering] Shaka.
And I am the product
of your hatred!
Just as he...
is the product of my hatred.
No. He is the future.
Through him your name
will live forever.
Thula!
[Nandi and baby crying]
No, mother.
There can be no future...
without Shaka.
[baby crying]
[speaking in Zulu]
[Nandi wailing]
No!
I'm sorry.
[Shaka] All that we feel
is vengeance and hate.
Hey Shaka.
[boy laughing]
Shaka. Come back, Shaka!
You must stop him!
It's time he learned, Mother.
Sooner or later,
we must strike back.
[boy screaming]
Shaka!
Stop it! Come here!
It looks as if I arrived
not a minute too soon, Mphepha.
[speaking in Zulu]
Never again will he leave
an enemy behind.
[Shaka's father] When I spoke
of that nation
I wanted the name
Mtetwa to stand
for peace not total war!
I wanted my armies to bring
subjugation not destruction.
Never leave an enemy behind
or it will rise again
to fly at your throat.
[crowd chattering]
In charge is a European,
you say?
Yes, Sir.
Some eccentric who
calls himself Farewell
Lieutenant R.N. He asked me
to give you this report, Sir.
Farewell?
Well, don't be a damned idiot.
Fetch him here at once!
Go.
[crowd chattering]
[officer] Go on, get back.
Quite a spectacle, Farewell.
You'll have Cape Town
all abuzz with anticipation
of what your
little circus can do.
Can I offer you some rum?
You do remember what that is?
It's the Colonists'
greatest weapon.
Next to Bible hawkers and guns.
It's all part of the Crown's
unofficial policy when extending
its boundaries amongst
the so called "natives".
First it sends in
the Bible hawkers to delude
their simple hearts and then...
the rum seller captures
their stomachs and then
finally the armies
take rightful possession.
Yes, Sir. I remember what it is.
I once considered you
merely as an idealist.
One of the many
harmless visionaries
who pollute this century.
But now I see
you are far more dangerous.
You're a manipulator.
As much of a hypocrite
as you say we are.
I cannot deny that the Crown's
colonial policy
is far from unblemished.
But who are you
to criticize our tactics
when your own
have been so outrageous!
Your report makes
interesting reading.
Macassar Oil, did you say?
Indeed.
It was a means to an end.
So is the rum!
None of us are playing
by the book!
I can see no reason why you
should be so righteous.
I've done my job,
Lord Charles, I've done it well.
The Cape has enjoyed
three years of grace
and we are now standing
on the threshold
of a lasting peace
with the Zulus.
Waiting in your cells
across that courtyard
is a group of proud men.
They're waiting for a proper
audience with you.
Peace is the gift they bring.
But you treat them like animals
and you refuse
to meet with them,
and there'll be nothing standing
between this colony
and 60,000 warriors.
Believe me, Sir,
I've seen them in action.
That has the distinct
flavor of a threat.
And since you are making it
in the name of someone
who is officially dead,
I must assume
that you do not represent
some self styled savage chief,
but that you yourself
are that chief.
What are you saying?
Our reports indicate
that Shaka died
over two years ago, Lieutenant.
Well, I also am officially dead,
you can see that's a fallacy!
No, no. Shaka's alive.
Very much alive, I might add.
We have only your word
for that, Lieutenant.
Are you actually insinuating
that I have
made myself the
King of the Zulus?
It wouldn't be the first time.
These natives think
we were born to lead.
And the road
from fiction to fact
can often be very short
especially when untold power
lies at the end of the journey.
Ah!
That's preposterous.
But in point of fact,
it makes no difference,
it makes no great
difference at all,
whether you're dealing
with Shaka or Febana Kamoji,
because the Zulus' requests
remain the same,
permission to have audience with
His Majesty's representative.
Which side of the fence
are you on?
That, Lord Charles,
I'll leave for you to determine.
Good day, Gentlemen,
I shall await your decision.
Do you expect me,
as Governor of the Cape,
to lend an ear
to a bunch of savages?
Yes, Lord Charles, I do.
Because that's your job.
Because you are
a governor of the Colonies.
If you find it hard
to speak to savages,
well, I suggest you resign.
I shall await your decision.
Elizabeth!
Francis?
-Elizabeth!
-Francis!
At last!
[both laughing]
Oh, do you think we could find
somewhere a little more private?
Major! Where?
Mrs. Farewell!
You, you look wonderful!
And so do you, Mr. Wilkins.
It seems this Shaka has even
the power to turn the most
conservative of Englishman into
subjects of the Zulu empire.
Ah, allow me to introduce you
to King Shaka's... er...
well, I suppose you'd say,
Prime Minister
and his... Councillors.
Oh.
Well... do we...
they... do we meet...
Lord Charles?
Er? no, Tim. No.
We have to wait!
Ngomane.
Febana.
Major! Lead on!
Thank you, Major!
There's no reason
to stay here,
you know.
I have comfortable lodgings,
more fitting
an Emissary of King Shaka.
No, no.
I must stay here.
It's a point of principle.
I must.
I have to stay here
with those men until those...
idiots... take us seriously.
Well. Then let's forget
the problems
of Empires and Kings
I've missed you, Francis.
I've missed you desperately.
[birds chirping]
[crows cawing]
[crowd singing in Zulu]
"He who believes in me
and is baptized will be saved.
He who does not
believe in me will be condemned.
He who is not with Him...
is against Him. "
The prophecy of love...
the prophecy of hate.
Surprisingly alike.
"With me or against me.".
I'm beginning to realist
that Joji himself
has little to do
with my embassy to your kingdom.
If your people truly
believe in Christ,
it is with Him that
I must ultimately negotiate.
And I understand Him well.
We are both tyrants
in our own ways.
So either your King of Kings
serves me... or I Him.
I see no room for compromise.
Well...
perhaps...
by serving Christ,
you are indeed serving yourself.
By being true to... Him,
you may be safeguarding
the truth of your own nature.
Hmm.
Are the way of peace, Nkosi,
greatly to be preferred.
You and your people
believe that?
Oh, yes, Baba. We do.
Then why did you hang
Him from a tree?
There are many things
not easily explained.
That's why tyrants
are necessary, Mbuyazi.
Aah...
[speaking in Zulu]
[Ngomane] The Queen
is not well, Nkosi.
She has suffered from
great head pains
since the death of the child.
[Shaka] The great female
Elephant must suffer
the burdens
of her deceit, Ngamane.
[Ngomane] But, Nkosi,
the witchdoctors fear that
the great Queen is very ill.
[Shaka] The matter is closed.
[Queen crying]
[Ngomane] The Queen
needs you, Nkosi.
The queen needs you, Nkosi.
[Shaka] The matter
is closed, Ngomane
[Ngomane] The Queen
needs you, Nkosi.
[Shaka] The great female
elephant must suffer
the burdens
of her deceit, Ngamane.
The matter is closed, Ngomane.
[witchdoctor chanting]
-[horse galloping]
-[woman screams]
Bayete! Bayete! Bayete!
[witchdoctor chanting in Zulu]
Come closer.
You...
you have... killed me.
No...
No, Mother... no...
Too late.
It's too... late.
[speaking in Zulu]
Now, will you get
them out of here!
She can't breathe,
she needs air!
[commands in Zulu]
Save her.
Or my guilt will become
your own.
It may take a miracle, Baba.
Search for one in the book.
There are many there
to choose from.
Oh, merciful God, forgive us!
♪ Nandi, my name is Nandi ♪
♪ See me, and then just
think of me ♪
♪ I'm Nandi ♪
♪ All I want from life ♪
♪ Is more than just a lie ♪
♪ For it was spoken
in the prophecy ♪
♪ My son will rule through me ♪
♪ Laughter,
I hear the laughter ♪
♪ It holds me
but then the path
I walk is lonely ♪
♪ All I want from life ♪
♪ Is more than just a lie ♪
♪ For it was spoken
in the prophecy ♪
♪ My son will rule through me ♪
♪ Hear me, for I'm Nandi ♪
♪ One day, one day's
for he must rule ♪
♪ It was meant to be ♪
[singing in Zulu]
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