All language subtitles for S01E10 - Part 10

It's worth having a try, Sir.

It's better than
sitting around here

waiting for that savage
to make his next move.

We shall build a ship.

[Shaka] Did you really think that
I would let you all leave as you came?

You'll go alone...

with him.

Do you think we'll ever
see 'em again, Sir?

God only knows.

You have deceived me.

He is the future.

Through him your name
will live forever.

No, mother.

There can be no future...
without Shaka.

Elizabeth.

Do you expect me,

to lend an ear to a
bunch of savages?

If you find it hard
to speak to savages,

well then I suggest you resign.

You have... killed me.

Save my mother...

or my guilt will
become your own.

[theme song playing]

[vocalizing]

[singing in Zulu]

♪ We are growing higher ♪

♪ Growing higher ♪

[ululating]

[heavy breathing]

[Henry] There is nothing
more I can do, Baba.

No!

The Ndlovukazi is
beyond my medicine.

No!

[sobbing]

[heavy breathing]

No, it can't be.

No.

[voice breaking]
No, it can't be.

No.

[bottles clinking]

[women sobbing]

[groaning]

[speaking Zulu]

[sobbing]

[groans]

Save her!

Bring my mother back to life!

Oh, I cannot, Baba.

Your Christ did!

He was the King of kings.

She is the queen of queens.

The Great Female Elephant.

The mother of Shaka.

Resurrect her!

I have told you, Baba, I cannot!

[Henry] Your mother is dead.

And there is nothing that
anyone can do to change that.

Is that so, Sitayi?

Yebo, Baba, it is so.

The promises of my people...

are as vain as those
of the Swallows.

There is no truth.

There is no truth.

There is no truth except the
reality of your death, mother!

[Shaka sobbing]

But you will not
die alone, mother.

The promises of life...

promises of youth...

shall die with you, mother.

They shall die with you!

[Henry] With the death of the
Great Female Elephant,

it was deemed probable that
the heavens and the Earth

would unite in
bewailing her death.

And thus the sacrifice for
man would also be great.

No cultivation would be
allowed for the following year.

No milk would be used.

But as drawn from the cow,

it should all be
poured upon the Earth.

All women found with child
during the year of wailing

would, with their husbands,
be put to death.

All that was a promise of life
and youth would be destroyed.

The inhuman edict condemning the
whole population to starvation

and unnatural abstinence
was through abject fear,

received with acclamation.

And regiments of soldiers were
dispersed throughout the empire

to massacre all those
who failed to obey.

We were confined to Port Natal

until Shaka, who
quite irrationally

was blaming us for
his misfortunes

should decide how best to deal with the
treachery of the creatures from the sea.

I feared that if Francis
didn't return soon...

all would be lost.

So many times the
last three years

I thought I'd never see
myself like this again.

And do you see
yourself now, Francis?

Well, that's an odd remark.

If I think of the minutes,
the hours, the days I spent

hoping and praying
for your return.

And yet, now that you're here
I feel lonelier than ever.

Because I realize that you
may never really return.

You've become like this
image in the looking glass.

Every detail of Lt.
Farewell is there.

Except life.

Who owns that life?

Shaka?

Francis, I've watched you
plunge headlong into ventures

that would give cold feet to
even the most brazen of men.

Yet you've always survived

because you had the capability
of never taking yourself

or the situation too seriously.

You were always above the event

avoiding any real
personal involvement.

And it was that tongue
in cheek spirit

that justified your
apparent recklessness

that made you a winner.

But it's different this
time, isn't it, darling?

You've cut loose all
your emotional anchors.

Your involvement is complete.

Elizabeth, through no will of
my own, I promise you that.

No matter how well you play

you cannot always control
the game in its entirety.

Especially if your
opponent is...

formidable.

You just keep upping the stake

and then suddenly
one day it's...

too late to quit.

But it's never too late.
You still have me.

Well...

then I must ask you to wait

until I'm...

ready to return.

[footsteps approaching]

[knock on door]

Hmm. What news do
you bring, captain?

The governor's commission have
deliberated and reached their decision.

In as much as the
Zulu Empire has no

recognized diplomatic
status with the crown,

an audience with Sir Charles Somerset
has been deemed inadvisable.

[Francis] This is madness.

So was your idea
of ever thinking

we could treat these primitives
on an equal basis, lieutenant.

You and Mr. Wilkins are
requested to board a ship

for Plymouth at your
earliest convenience

in order to offer His
Majesty and the admiralty

clarifications regarding your
involvement in the Zulu affair.

Oh, a court martial, huh?

A clarification, lieutenant.

As to where your true
allegiance lies.

Yes, you've just made that
very clear for me, captain.

I must warn you, lieutenant--

Save your threats, captain.

I am no longer under
your jurisdiction.

I'm Zulu.

And I'm staying here until
your government recognizes

our embassy from the
Emperor Shaka Zulu.

Most unfortunate, lieutenant.

A promising career.

To toss all that away for
some ungrateful savages.

I couldn't agree with
you more, captain.

Men like you and Lord
Charles aren't worth it.

Excuse me.

Ma'am.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

What the blazes
is going on here?

It seems that the
soldiers have invited

their friends and relations
to come and stare at us.

Well, do we leave now?

No, Tim. We stay here.

If need be, until we rot.

[indistinct chatter]

[women weeping]

♪ All I want from life ♪

♪ Is more than just a life ♪

♪ For it was spoken
in the prophecy ♪

♪ My son will rule through me ♪

♪ Through him I rule this land ♪

♪ Nandi, my name is Nandi ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Did you ever see
anything like it?

Bloody vultures.

What are we trying
to prove, Francis?

Yes, they've seen us
for what we really are.

As a race, as people.

And even if Lord Charles agreed to
sign the treaty this very afternoon,

I'm afraid it would
be far too late.

Our credibility has been...

somewhat tainted.

Feeling helpless, aren't you?

Simpson. Harlow Simpson.

South African
Commercial Advertiser?

Have you come to report
on a circus, Mr. Simpson?

Not exactly, Mrs. Farewell.

I'll leave that inclement task
to my less ambitious colleagues.

The only story I'm
interested in is yours.

The confessions of
a hero's wife.

Don't you find
that rather seedy?

Madam, when you
stop feeling sorry

for yourself and your husband,
perhaps you'll come and see me.

He needs you, you know.

Being a hero's no fun if
nobody knows about it.

Mr. Simpson!

"So we would be excused

for thinking that
some heinous crime

or some dastardly act
had been committed,

or that these people have been used
in the perpetration of treason

or an act of war
against the colony.”

[clears throat] But not so.

Well, "The party under
the gallant command

of Lt. Francis George Farewell

has come to offer lasting peace

between the Cape and
Shaka's Empire."

Hmm.

"A peace we so desperately need
for ourselves and our children."

Hmm.

"This reporter begs to know

why Sir Charles Somerset wishes
to remain so obstinate."

[clears throat]

Err, bring him here at once.

Sir.

Come in.

[speaking Zulu]

[speaking Zulu]

Baba.

[speaking Zulu]

Is there a problem, Mr.
Farewell?

Would it bother you very much Lord
Charles, if we sat on the floor?

Under the circumstances,

I suppose that would
be acceptable.

Yes.

Well, now, Mr. Farewell,

would you state
precisely and concisely

just what it is you
expect from me,

as the governor of the Cape?

The gentlemen of the
press are waiting.

As you know, Lord Charles,

I and my men have been serving
His Majesty in Natal.

In the course of the three years

in which we've been
amongst Zulu people,

I have endeavoured to
concile Zulu interests

with those of the
British government.

Now there have been many
difficulties, of course.

Most of them related
to questions of custom

such as you've just witnessed with
regard to the seating arrangements.

Um, basic misunderstandings
which affect communications.

But more recently,

I have had the good fortune,

uh, to win the confidence and
the trust of the Zulu king.

The result of which is the
King's strong desire

to show his goodwill

by proposing an
alliance with Britain.

And for that purpose, he has
sent Ngomane Kamqobolo.

Kamqobolo.

He has sent his prime
minister to represent him.

You spoke of questions
related to customs.

How did Shaka communicate
to you the word "alliance"?

I don't follow you, Sir.

Did Shaka instruct you to go
to the governor of the Cape

to seek an alliance

between the Zulu tribe
and the British empire?

Were those his exact words, Mr.
Farewell?

"Alliance", he did
say "alliance",

not concurrence or cooperation?

Does Shaka wish to join
the British Empire

or does he wish to
maintain his sovereignty?

In which case,

does he wish to establish
ties with embassies?

Or does he merely wish to meet
Georgie and enjoy some kaffir beer?

Surely, it is not a
question of semantics.

What difference does it make...

[Aithison] Excuse me, Sir.

What is it, captain?

[whispering] Shaka...

Dismissed.

You were saying, Mr. Farewell?

What difference does it make

if the word is
alliance or agreement.

The sentiment is one.

The Zulu people are reaching
out the hand of friendship.

Friendship?

Mr. Farewell, will you please
convey to your prime minister

that we have just received word

that his king is
marching on the Cape

with his full military force.

Mr. Farewell,

your native friends
have 24 hours

to board their ship
and leave the Cape.

Failing which, I shall be obliged

to consider their presence
here as an act of war.

That will be all, gentlemen.

Mr. Farewell.

A word of warning.
Off the record.

Men like you are invariably
caught between two fires

and rejected by both sides.

You cannot trust these people.

I think today's
news proved that.

Let them go. Save yourself.

Too late, Lord Charles.

I've sacrificed three
years of my life.

And now, I must stop him.

I have an investment to protect.

[sighs]

Hmm.

[clamouring]

Francis, what are
you going to do now?

You know what's happened?

Well, the minute those
reporters ran out of there,

the news went through the
crowd like wildfire.

You can't play this
game anymore, Francis.

Shaka is not abiding
by the rules.

I've no option, Elizabeth.
He makes the rules.

No. Francis, no.

I can't stay here.

There's so many
people relying on me.

I-I have to go back. I have to.

Well, how long this time?

A few months, a
year, two, three?

What about us, Francis?
What's happened to our game?

I have to finish this one.

I have to go.

Just like that?

Just like that.

[seagulls squawking]

[speaking Zulu]

It's the Shaka. They're back.

Hey, lads, they're back.
They're bleeding well back!

Mr. Farewell, welcome back, Sir!

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughing]

Well...

I just don't understand.

He said he'd wait
until the harvest.

No. There'll be no harvest
this year, Francis.

Nandi's dead.

He's gone mad. Quite mad.

Well, I must find him.

Where is he?

Well, the army is
marching southward.

We should be able to catch
them up on horseback.

No, no, no, no, no.

You've all risked quite
enough in this business.

I must go alone.

[scoffs] Not on your life.

I'm going with you. I'm
as responsible as you are.

Now, Henry, you know
that that's not true.

You know and everyone here knows

that from the very first
day that we arrived here

you have opposed my ideas.

But let me tell you now...

that your ideas and your principles

were very often far
better than mine.

This matter is between
Shaka and me.

Mkabayi, the whites
have nothing to offer.

Now, we must end this madness.

Tell Mbopha to get his
men to clean up the city

and clear away all the dead,

and let dignity be
restored to the people.

They've suffered enough.

[singing in Zulu]

Ndabezitha.

Ndabezitha.

It is I, Febana.

Tell me,

Febana.

How do you trap a monkey?

Well, a gourd is used
with a narrow neck,

bait is dropped into the gourd,

a piece of fruit or...

or something shiny.

The monkey puts his hand down
into the neck of the gourd...

and then he grabs the bait.

And, uh...

then he's trapped

because he can't
get his fist out.

Once he realizes...

he is trapped,

why doesn't the monkey
let go of the bait?

Because his greed

makes him blind.

And what is he
greedy for, Febana?

I don't know.

I suppose...

for what he thinks
he cannot have.

And what new bait have
you brought, Febana?

Bring it here for
this monkey to see.

Something shiny?

Like the freshness of youth,
of life, of the past.

Bait your gourd again, Febana.

My heart yearns...

for something shiny.

Nkosi...

that yearning...

which has brought about
everything that has happened

was as much your
fault as it is mine.

But hating my people...

is not the solution.

We must search for another...

together.

Together?

[scoffs]

No, Febana.

You've proved that you
were never with me.

You're a man with no nation.

You're a shadow.

Go!

I have no need for you anymore.

Go?

Go?

Where?

Where...

can I go?

Where I have been.

Phuma!

Bayete.

Ndabezitha.

What happened? What's going on?

The Swallows have defeated
the Great Elephant, Mkabayi.

What are you talking about?

On the day when our armies
were ready to attack

when we shouted "Sigidi",
there was no answer.

The king was gone.

Where?

Does it matter now?

No, it doesn't matter anymore.

[crow cawing]

[Sitayi] You must not meet
with these men, Baba.

It is dangerous.

[Mgobozi] The whites
are magicians, Shaka.

They work with illusion.

You have taught us
to live in reality.

[Shaka] If what they say is true

then their isangoma possesses powers
we cannot ignore.

[Sitayi] Beware, Baba. Those who
wish to be served by magic

often become its servants.

If the whites offer you wings

it is because they wish
to make you their victim.

[Ngomane] How can the
conqueror of nations

be bewitched by a
handful of jackals?

You have given them land, wealth, and
the status of generals and chieftains.

All I ask is what is the Great
Elephant getting in return

for his generosity?

[Shaka] The power of
their knowledge.

The spirit of the blade speaks.

No, the spirit of Shaka speaks.

So be it, son of Zulu.

Take this spear and with it

like the sun cast your powers

to the ends of this Earth.

[singing in Zulu]

[Sitayi] You are Zulu. You
possess the heavens.

[Shaka] Heavens belong to Zulu.

And Shaka is their son.

Shaka is their son. Their son.

[speaking Zulu]

[Nandi] I love you, Shaka.

[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] No, he is the future.

[Shaka] No. There is no
future without Shaka.

[Pampata sobbing]

And now, Mkabayi? What now?

"For the good of the
nation", you always said.

Ngomane?

Mbopha?

You too, my brothers?

I never thought you capable
of such decisiveness.

And so now, after all
these years, Mkabayi...

I am once again in your hands.

- [grunting]
- [shrieking]

[groaning]

[singing in Zulu]

The Swallows have won, Dingane.

Mbopha, burn everything.

Let nothing remain that
reminds us of Shaka.

[speaking Zulu]

Ndabezitha.

Shaka!

[Pampata screaming]

[Pampata crying] Shaka!

[Pampata screaming]

Shaka!

Shaka!

[Pampata screeching]

[Pampata screaming]

[Pampata screaming] Shaka!

[vocalizing]