All language subtitles for S01E05 - Part 5

Hamba!

If you hurt my mother
again, I will kill you!

If this boy is allowed to live,
he will bring up the upheaval

of life itself as we know it.

The blood will tell
the truth.

Shaka... we have
to leave at once!

He must be killed. Now!

Before he is allowed
to create a new era.

They're burning our granary!

Come back, Shaka!
You must stop him!

It's time they learned, mother.

We must fight back!

Never again will he
leave an enemy behind!

Nandi!

You're welcome here.

Thank you.

[theme song playing]

[vocalizing]

[singing in Zulu]

♪ We are growing higher ♪

♪ Growing higher ♪

[indistinct conversation]

[Senzagakona] Be
careful with it.

Don't hurt it.

[speaking Zulu]

Bring the cattle here.

Shaka has a brother now.

Ngwadi.

Gendeyana is the father.

[speaking in Zulu]

Things have changed.

How?

When we helped him escape,
it was because I believed

it was for the good
of our people?

I now know that we were right.

King Kondlo of the
Qwabes wants him.

Makedama of the Elangeni
also wants him.

Whether it be out of the
true friendship or fear,

they all want him on their side.

Yet we, who know better
than any of the prophesy,

remain silent.

I think the time
has come for Shaka

to take his place here,
in this royal house.

He knows nothing
about his father...

except for the one-sided
stories his mother tells him.

It is time he heard the
truth from your own lips.

And what is the truth?

That you love him.

[dramatic music playing]

You never cease to
amaze me, my sister.

Your son will soon be a man,

and he will come and claim his
right as the leader of Amazulu.

Win him back, brother!

Win him back from that woman
before it's too late.

Before we regret
having saved his life!

[folk music playing]

Nkosi.

Nkosi.

[speaking Zulu]

Ndabezitha. My prince.

I bring you a message
from your father,

King Senzagakona.

He is grieved by the
fact that his son

has chosen to wander
in distant lands

to live under foreign kings.

He asks for his son's return
to the home of his forefathers

so that he can publicly and
in front of his own people,

be proclaimed heir to the
throne of the House of Zulu.

And what of my mother?

[intense music playing]

My king requests the
return of his son only.

Heir, you say, Lutuli?

Yes, Ndabezitha.

So be it.

Tell my father I
will be the heir

to the throne of the Amazulu.

[Lutuli] Ndabezitha.

[speaking Zulu]

[dramatic music playing]

We have gathered the
boys of the age

set to become men.

Today,

you boys become men.

But first,

receive the spear...

...and war shield...

symbols that you are prepared...

to fight... and to be
the shield of Amazulu.

Usuyindoda... Usuyindoda...

Usuyindoda.

[intense music playing]

Today,

you are all going to
receive "ung'eto".

A symbol that you are men.

Shaka Zulu... heir
to the Zulu throne,

step forward.

Wear it proudly...

my son.

[music continues playing]

Proudly? Must I wear it proudly?

And spit on my mother's pride?

Where were you when we
nearly died of hunger?

Persecuted by the
scum of this land.

Now, that your calf has grown
to be a bull with horns...

you want him in
your Royal House?

I accept the spear and shield...

symbols that make
me a Zulu warrior.

But this...

I will take by force...

as I've made
everything that I am...

by force.

[speaking Zulu]

If my mother is not
your royal wife,

then I know no man by the
name of Senzagakona Ka Jama.

Enough! Enough!

Leave the land of the Zulus, now!

At sundown the
warriors will follow.

If they catch you,
they'll kill you.

Go!

[indistinct conversation]

[theme music playing]

I will be king!

[thunder rumbling]

[wolf howling]

[Henry] Once again
Shaka's destiny was being guided

by the great "Isangoma,” Sitayi.

For that night as he fled
the warriors of his father,

legend records that
she caused him

to stumble upon an
ambush in the forest.

And although he
didn't realize it,

his action on this fateful night

would in later years
lead directly

to the fulfilment of the
"Isangoma's" prophesy.

[people clamouring]

[leaves rustling]

[crickets chirping]

[owl hooting]

[breathing heavily]

[owl hooting]

[crickets chirping]

[bird cooing]

[grunting]

[birds chirping]

This is where I must
leave you, Shaka.

I must go that way.

And I pray that when we
are no longer wanderers,

we will meet again

under more pleasant
circumstances.

Go now, before the
Zulus find you.

- [dramatic music]
- Shaka...

- [dramatic music]
- Thank you.

[Henry] The two
fugitives, Dingiswayo and Shaka

would indeed meet again

but it would be under very
different circumstances.

One would have become the
king of a powerful paramountcy,

the other would still
be a fugitive.

The years passed and Shaka continued
to live under King Kondlo

of the Qwabes at Gendeyana's
kraal, together with his mother...

developing from adolescence
into a powerful warrior.

His reputation as a skilled fighter
gaining him support amongst the Zulus

and threatening his
father's heirs.

And well they must
have been concerned,

for all the while
Sitayi maintained

her spiritual influence
over Shaka's destiny,

as he moved ever closer to the
goal she had set for him.

Since the disgrace of the initiation
ceremony all those years ago,

he continues to
discredit you, Nkosi.

He has publicly challenged your supremacy
as leader of the Zulu people.

And now he has forbidden
your Royal herdsmen

to take your cattle to
the land of the Qwabes.

Our failure to act against him
will make the people feel

that we fear the superstition
that surrounds him.

He is no longer your calf, Nkosi,
he is a bull, testing its horns.

Frankly, elder, his reaction should
not come as such a surprise to us.

After so many years
of forced exile,

we should have anticipated
his hostility.

Perhaps, Dadewetu, but we
be fools to condone it,

especially since his hostilities
surpasses the limits of treason.

He must be brought back, baba,
charged with high treason

and if found guilty
by the council,

executed according to
the laws of the land.

This is a vicious circle, Mudli.

Exiled to avoid death.

Now, the death penalty is a
consequence of his exile.

Perhaps, my sister, you can think
of another way of saving him?

My purpose, Nkosi, has
never been to save him.

Personally, I only wish what
is best for our people.

Can you see Dinganthe
and Siguiana

standing up to him
after your death?

The Amazulu would be
plunged into civil war.

With the support he is getting
amongst your people, he could win.

The Elder is right.

We are faced with an
act of high treason,

but who ultimately is to blame for
that crime, the boy or his mother?

- Baba, I--
- Hey, let her finish, Mudli.

Can we truthfully say that Shaka's words and
actions are the fruit of his own disloyalty?

Or are they, instead, a
defiance of his mother?

Members of the council,

there can be no doubt that
the boy represents power.

We have seen that
in all his actions.

Why destroy that power when we can still
harness it for the good of our people?

He's still young. He
can be still moulded.

But we must put an end to
this woman's influence.

She must be tried for
treason and witchcraft...

and if found guilty, executed.

You speak of
witchcraft, Dadewetu.

It seems it has blinded you.

What does it take to open your eyes...
the death of our king?

Enough.

We have waited too long, Mudli.
Find him. Bring him back.

And I want him, alive.

[chanting]

[indistinct conversations]

You must go with your mother.

I will follow as soon as I can.

Shaka will look after you.

[dramatic music playing]

Go now.

Go well, my child.

Look after them, Shaka.

They need you more than ever.

If you reconsider, baba, we will be
at the banks of the Umfongozi River.

We'll wait for three days.

If you don't come...

we'll move on.

She doesn't belong to me.

She never was meant
to belong to me.

I'll never forget you, baba...

for what you have done for us...
for her.

Go now, before it's too late.

[dramatic music
continues playing]

Do you think
Gendeyana will come?

No, but they will.

Their reputations are at stake.

[people screaming]

[first warrior] They might be there!
Find them!

They are gone. It
is only him here!

Where have they gone?

[grunts]

Now, tell me, where
have they gone?

I'll tell you... nothing.

They can't be far, we'll find them!
Masahambeni madoda!

[foreboding music playing]

[foreboding music playing]

[birds chirping]

Go to grandmother's grave. I'll
meet you there in a week at the most.

And, mother, this is the
last time you're running.

Hurry! We must go.

[indistinct conversation]

Alive.

It won't hurt to slow him down.
It'll make our job easier.

[grunting]

[Yells]

[speaking Zulu]

He's down there!

[speaking Zulu]

[chanting]

[foreboding music playing]

[grunts]

[men speaking Zulu]

[grunts]

[dramatic music playing]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[indistinct conversation]

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct conversation]

[grunts]

[indistinct singing]

[speaking in native language]

[men speaking Zulu]

[Dili Kane] Put that man down!
Wozani, madoda!

Pick him up!

He needs help or he'll die!

Yes, he will. But not until
he's been tried for treason.

Now, pick him up!

Leave that man alone.
I said, let him go!

This is none of your
concern, old man.

Shaka belongs to us.

You are in Mtetwa territory now.

Your internal matters
have no meaning here.

Pick him up!

I suggest, don't Zulu!

Who will stop us, you?

No, but they will.

[cheering]

Those Zulus are
very far from home.

I wonder what they
are doing here?

That's a very good question.

Now, move, you will
take him to my Kraal?

All right, pick him up.

[children laughing]

Kuta! Keep an eye on the Zulus.
I'm going to see what's happened.

[panting]

And now, father?

[speaking Zulu]

Will he live?

I'll do my best.

[people cheering]

[chanting]

- A Zulu, you say, are you sure?
- Yes, Nkosi.

And what is his name?

They tell us he's called Shaka.

The Zulus are waiting for him, but I left my
troops to see that they do not get to him.

He's getting the best
medicine possible?

What are you saying?

His condition is desperate. It looks
as though he may not recover.

I see. If he should
recover, I wish to see him.

[speaking Mtetwa]

I'll do so.

[drum roll]

[howling]

[foreboding music playing]

[Zulu warriors panicking]

[howling]
[Zulu warriors in panic]

[foreboding music playing]

[women screaming]

[thunder claps]

[crowd clamouring]

[men singing]

[Henry] Shaka, the fugitive,
was now about to reap

the rewards of that fateful night
in the forest so many years ago,

when he delayed his own flight from
danger to help an unknown warrior.

What he did not know then

was that the man whose life he'd
saved was, in fact, a Mtetwa prince.

[grunts]

Wena Wezulu.

Rise, Shaka.

It is my fortune that
you have recovered.

You--

It would appear that our destinies
are interlocked, Shaka.

Godogwana?

Dingiswayo the "Wanderer."

[pleasant music playing]

I don't mean to sound
disrespectful, Wena Wezulu...

but what are you doing here?

- [laughing]
- Hlala phansi!

[speaking Zulu]

I'm trying my best to run my
people's tempestuous hearts.

And what are you doing here?

Trying my best to run from my
people's tempestuous hearts!

What is this talk of...

"treason?"

I'm not completely sure.

But I think my father
has decided that

a dead son is less of an
inconvenience than a live one.

[laughter]

What do you
want me to say to him?

Whatever you think will
fit the situation.

I want you and your men out
of my kingdom by sunset.

How's that?

It's been known to
work, Wena Wezulu.

What will I tell my king, Nkosi?

That his son is my guest.

My son, his guest, is
that all he had to say?

- Yebo, Nkosi!
- Phuma!

Ndabezitha.

Ndabezitha!

- Phuma!
- Nkosi.

No purpose is served
by getting so angry.

Since the day he was conceived,

this "Shaka" has brought me
only disrepute and outrage!

Twice, I've risked war with
the Elangeni for his sake.

And now,

after two dozen of my best
warriors return empty handed,

I'm told that he lives under the
shadow of the mighty Dingiswayo,

the ruler of what is becoming the most
powerful paramountcy in the land!

That boy...

...is already on my throne...

making decisions for me.

Manipulating the fate of my house
through his powerful friends.

We'll be virtually isolated!

The time has come for
me to force my hand.

The time has finally
come for war!

But Nkosi, war with the
Mtetwas is suicide!

They outnumber us ten to one!

- But perhaps by talking--
- No, Mudli! No more messengers.

No more discussions.

We're outnumbered, but
Dingiswayo has other enemies

like King Pungashe
of the Buthelezi.

I'm sure that he
and I will find

that we now have a
great deal in common.

War! There is no other way.

Our dignity is at stake.

[breathing heavily]

[dramatic music playing]

And, perhaps, my throne.

[indistinct chattering]

[pleasant music playing]

Known him long?

The king, I mean.

You two look like old friends.

What did you do?
Save his life?

Yes.

[Henry] Shaka had at last
found a protector in Dingiswayo,

a man who dreamed
of bringing peace,

unity, and a common identity to
the peoples of his regime.

Dingiswayo has begun to realise a dream
which would eventually be Shaka's to finish.

Here you learn to sleep in
the open, like a soldier.

I told you men to keep
this place clean!

Dlaba?

Mhh?

You just have to know how
to keep them in line!

[laughs]

You will sleep over here...

[intense music]

You'll sleep over there.

I'll leave you men
to get acquainted.

Kuta!

[speaking in native language]

I'm Mgobzi. This is Dlaba,
and that's Nqoboka.

That's Mtonga.
Over there is Joko.

- Which place is mine?
- Oh... Over here.

I don't care whose friend
he is, he makes me nervous!

- Who?
- The Zulu.

This is his first day here and he's
already telling me how to run my regiment.

Why? What did he say?

He didn't have to say anything,

it's his eyes that
did the talking.

I've never seen such an
arrogant bastard in all my life!

Come, aren't you
exaggerating a bit, Bhuza?

You see, all the men
are pretty much on

the defensive when
they arrive here.

Give him a chance to
acclimatize to military life.

Oh, he'll get used to
military life, all right.

I'll make sure he does.

[dramatic music playing]

He promises to be the best
soldier we've ever had.

Only if his attitude changes. Men like
him could be dangerous in battle.

He's too independent.

Ah, this is ridiculous. You couldn't
hit an elephant from this distance!

Excuse me, General.

Yes?

The fronts are too far apart.

- Too far apart?
- Yes, General.

By the time our spears reach the
enemy, they have no thrust left.

I see.

And what do you suggest
we do about that?

Rush the other line!
Get in closer!

So we can throw our spears
with more precision.

Maybe even stab the enemy!

Our traditional
distance is 50 paces.

I know, sir. But I don't
think it's effective.

Not effective?

Wars have been fought like this for
as long as anyone can remember,

and you come along and say
"It's not effective?"

Yes, General.

Who do you think you are?

A soldier, General. Trying
to do my job as best I can.

Don't you realize, soldier,

that if we start rushing them,

they'll start rushing us?

That if they have more
casualties, so will we?

I've thought of that, General.

I think it's advisable to
make our shields bigger.

Large enough to cover
the whole body.

In that way, we can get as close as we
need to and still be well protected.

Then why don't we just go
into battle wearing our huts?

Too cumbersome, General.

The distance is 50 paces. Our
shields remain the same.

Is that clear?

- Yes, General.
- Now go back to your regiment.

And if you have any other smart
ideas, keep them to yourself.

I don't like troublemakers.

Yes, General.

Next thing you know, he'll be
telling us our spears are too long!

But they are, General.

[speaking in native language]

- [chanting]
- Just look at you, you lazy lot.

[chanting]

You could all be killed
by your...

[speaking in native language]

Where are your sandals?

Here they are, General.
They slow me down.

I won't be needing them.

Are you trying to tell me that

your feet are tougher
than ox hide soles?

Yes, General.

[speaking in native language]

Put it out with your foot!

[indistinct conversations ]

As I said, General...

"I won't be needing them."

I don't care...

if you can put out a volcano
with those feet!

You are a soldier!
Soldiers wear sandals!

Put them back on!

Yes, General!

Generals like Bhuza
are dangerous.

He lacks imagination.

His mind is as nimble
as a slab of stone!

That's the way it should be.

Soldiers take orders
without thinking.

Yes, Mgobozi. Soldiers should.

But not Generals!

Warfare must be a vital,
creative process!

What can be creative
about killing?

A man chosen to wield life
and death on the battlefield

must be an artist.

If he isn't, he's
simply a murderer.

What's the difference?

You'll know soon enough

when we march against
the Dlamini.

[indistinct chattering]

[speaking in native language]

[men singing in native language]

[Henry] The Battle against the
Dlaminis was to be a turning point

in Shaka's fighting career.

The battles were often
staged in a manner somewhat

in the character of a
jousting tournament.

These battles comprised
demonstrative gestures

with the occasional flinging
of long stemmed spears.

Whenever an army
exhausted its supplies,

then the warriors would join their
supporting spectators,

singing and hurling verbal abuse

and in this way generally trying
to outdo the other side.

Occasionally, some
would enter the foray

and some may be wounded
or overpowered

but, it generally remained
a festive occasion.

And when the day was done,
and the battle fought,

it was argued that surely

war was won by subjugation,
and not by destruction.

Shaka would not see it that way.

That's it? That's war?

Yes, in all its gory details.

Not if I can help it!

Where does he think he's going?

He can't do that!

He doesn't strike me as the
type who knows the meaning

of the word "can't," General.

[people laughing]

[general laughing hysterically]

Go on.

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music playing]

[singing in Zulu]

♪ We are growing higher ♪

♪ Growing higher ♪

[vocalizing]

[singing in Zulu]

♪ Be a man of greatness now ♪

♪ A man so tall A man so kind ♪

♪ Be a man of wisdom now ♪

♪ A man of mind A man of light ♪

♪ Be a man of kindness now ♪

♪ A man so big And
strong in mind ♪

♪ Be a man so humble now ♪

♪ A man of men Now
let it shine ♪

♪ This is what you are ♪

♪ This is how it
was planned now ♪

♪ This is what to be
Every kind of man now ♪

♪ This is what to see
With a kind of meaning ♪

♪ This is what to feel
With a kind of feeling ♪

♪ We are growing, Growing
higher and higher ♪

♪ We are growing, Growing
higher and higher ♪

♪ We are growing, Growing
higher and higher ♪

♪ We are growing, Growing
higher and higher ♪

♪ Hear the children
Hear the children ♪

♪ They are talking to you ♪

♪ Hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow ♪

♪ It is coming for you ♪

♪ See the grass grow
See the grass grow ♪

♪ It whispers his name ♪

♪ See the fire blow
See the fire blow ♪

♪ His heart in the flame ♪

[singing in Zulu]

[vocalizing]