All language subtitles for S01E09 - Part 9

Yes, nothing is impossible...

if two kingdoms truly
wish to live in harmony.

I'm glad that you
are so open-minded.

That's why you shouldn't
object if I ask you

to join in me the campaign
against the Ndwandwes.

You and your men will
march against them.

Alone.

We will see who is the
true King of Kings.

It would appear that Somerset
was right, wouldn't it?

It all comes down to
blowing their heads off.

Fire!

[shots firing]

We're winning!

Already the people are
thinking that the white "creatures"

deserve the glory for
Zwide's ultimate defeat.

Phuma!

Let me love you, Shaka.

Let me help you find love.

One could end up
getting quite involved

with this country
and its people.

[both laughing]

Or dead.

[theme song playing]

[vocalizing]

[singing in Zulu]

♪ We are growing higher ♪

♪ Growing higher ♪

[Henry] "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?

Now I 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.

If 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 30 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 Shaka'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 dreamt of.

Don't be ridiculous.

Don't be 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

to do with the colour 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 gonna 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
over land 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 will 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'm 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'll 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.

[Pampata 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 Mkindini.
Women there will look after you.

[sobbing] For how long
must I stay away?

Perhaps...

for as long as he lives.

[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.

- [commanding in Zulu]
- Asambe!

[chanting in Zulu]

[theme song playing]

[Pampata 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... 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!

[chanting in Zulu]

Take them down.

[birds cawing]

- [dramatic music playing]
- [thunder rumbling]

[Pampata screaming]

[witchdoctor chanting]

It's hurting me, Mother.

The more you and
the baby struggle

the greater your love
will be. Now push!

Push!

[Pampata screaming]

- [witchdoctor chanting]
- [Pampata screaming]

It's killing me, 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.

- Push!
- It's fighting me, Mother.

...the head here.

It's a boy, Nandi! It's a boy!

It's a boy!

The son of the chief.

No. No.

He's much more, mother.
Much more.

[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]

[birds cawing]

Ndabezitha.

Have you found her?

Yes, Ndabezitha.

She's been in hiding at the
Great Queen's Kraal, my King.

[Nandi] 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.

[Nandi] Do not place so much
trust in the Whites, Shaka. I beg you.

[woman humming]

[baby crying]

[Shaka] Wait here.

[Ngomane] Ndabezitha.

[Pampata quivering with fear]

[Pampata 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!

[Pampata whimpering] Shaka.

And I am the product
of your hatred!

Just as he... is the
product of my hatred.

No. No. He is the future.

Through him your name will...
will live forever.

Thula!

[Nandi and baby crying]

No, mother.

There can be no future...
without Shaka.

[Nandi and baby crying]

[speaking in Zulu]

[Pampata 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.

[Dingiswayo] 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.

There may be nothing
standing between this colony

and 60,000 warriors.

And believe me, Sir, I've
seen them in action.

That has the distinct
flavour 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,

but 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 could 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 Kamjoji,

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.

Oh, uh, 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'll 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 have missed you, Francis.

I have 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 realize
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.

Aah 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.

Mmh...

[speaking in Zulu]

[Ngomane] The Queen
is not well, Nkosi.

She has suffered great pains

since the death of the child.

[Shaka] The great female Elephant
must suffer the burdens

of her deceit, Ngomane.

Thula!

[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.

[Ngomane] 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, Ngomane.

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...

It's too late.

It's too... late.

[speaking in Zulu]

Look, 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.

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 haunts 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 am Nandi ♪

♪ One day, one day
for he must rule ♪

♪ It was meant to be ♪

[singing in Zulu]