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Worth trying, sir.

It is better that we remain waiting for that savage to decide.

We are going to build a boat.

Do you really think I'll let them go back like this?

You go alone with him.

- Do you think we will see them again, sir? - Only God knows.

- You cheated on me. - He is your future.

Through him, your name will be remembered forever.

= No, mother. There is no future without Shaka.

Elizabeth.

Do you want me to listen to a group of savages?

If you have trouble talking to savages, I suggest you quit.

You killed me.

Save it. Otherwise you will also bear my guilt.

SHAKA ZULU

MARCH 1828

- I can not do anything else, Baba. - No.

Ndlovukazi is no longer within reach of my medicine.

Can not be.

Save it.

Resurrect my mother.

You know I can not, Baba.

Your Christ got it.

He is the king of kings.

She is the queen of queens,

The Great Female Elephant,

Shaka's mother.

Resolve it.

I already told you, Baba, that I can not.

Your mother died.

And nobody can do anything to change that.

Is it true, Sitaye?

Yebo, Baba. It is true.

The promises of my people.

Are as hollow as those of the swallows.

There is no truth in them.

There is not.

Except the reality of your death, mother.

But you will not die alone.

The promises of life and youth...

will die with you.

Mother, forgive me.

With the death of the Great Female Elephant, it was to be foreseen

that the heavens and the earth were united, lamenting the death of her,

And the sacrifice of men was equally great.

Would not be allowed to cultivate the following year,

milk would not be used,

being this, taken from the cow and thrown immediately to the earth

and women who were pregnant

they would be killed together with their respective husbands.

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

The cruel order, which condemned the population to hunger

and to artificial abstinence, was hailed for fear.

Regiments were dispersed throughout the empire

with the mission to massacre all those who did not obey.

We were limited to the Port of Natal

until Shaka, who blamelessly blamed us for his misfortunes,

I decided to do as far as betraying the creatures of the seas.

I was afraid that if Francis did not come back soon,

Everything would be lost.

In the last three years I thought so many times.

I would never see myself in this situation again.

- And now again, Francis? - What an exquisite observation.

If I thought about the minutes, the hours,

In the days I spent waiting, praying for you to return.

And yet, now that you're here, I feel more alone than ever,

because I realize that maybe you will never come back, really.

You have become a kind of mirror image.

All Lieutenant Farewell's Details,

except life.

Who owns that life? Shaka?

Francis. I saw you poking your head

in risky situations that frighten even the most daring.

However you always survived,

because you were able to distance yourself from the situation.

You always left without problems,

avoiding any kind of personal involvement.

And it was always that ironic spirit that gave you that daring appearance

that made you a winner.

But this time is different, is not it, dear?

You released all your feelings.

The involvement is total.

Elizabeth, I swear it was not on purpose.

No matter how well you play,

The game is never completely controlled.

Especially when our adversary is...

phenomenal.

We continue to raise the bet and one day is too late to give up.

But it's still not too late. "You still have me."

Then I have to ask you to wait

until I am ready to return.

What are the news, captain?

The Governing Commission deliberated on the matter and reached a conclusion.

As the Zulu Empire does not have a diplomatic status recognized by the Crown,

the audience with Sir Charles Somerset was discouraged.

It's crazy.

Like his idea of treating these primitives equals, Lieutenant.

You and Mr. Wilkins should go to Plymouth as much as possible

to explain to His Majesty and to the Ministry of the Navy

your involvement in the case of the Zulus.

A military court?

An explanation, Lieutenant, in relation to your loyalty.

If you do not need to say more, captain.

I have to notify you, Lieutenant.

Keep threats to yourself, Captain.

I am no longer under your jurisdiction.

I am a Zulu.

And I stay here until your government recognizes the embassy of Emperor Shaka Zulu.

What a shame, Lieutenant.

A career so promising,

thrown to the ground because of wild ungrateful.

I could not agree more with you, Captain.

Men like you and Lord Charles do not understand.

- With permission. - Madame.

What is going on here?

It seems that the soldiers invited their friends to see the show.

- Can we? "No, Tim."

We will stay here.

Even rot, if necessary.

Have you seen this?

- Fucking vultures. - What are we trying to prove?

You have already seen what we are, in terms of race, people.

And although Lord Charles signs the treaty this afternoon,

I'm afraid it's too late.

Our credibility is stained.

Feels powerless, does not it?

Simpson, Harlow Simpson, South African commercial commercial.

Did you come to do the story about the circus, Mr. Simpson?

Not so, Mrs. Farewell. I leave those tasks

for less ambitious colleagues. It's your story that interests me.

"The Confessions of the Hero's Wife". "Is not it a hot bite?"

Madame, when I stop feeling sorry for you and your husband,

come with me. He needs you, did he?

Being a hero is no joke, if no one knows about it.

Mr. Simpson.

Then... "We would have apology"

if we thought that some horrendous crime or some cowardly act

was committed or that this town was used like form of treason

or threat of war against the colony.

But it is not so.

"The group under the peculiar command of Lieutenant Francis George Farewell"

came to offer peace

between the Cape Colony and the Empire of Shaka.

A peace we so desperately need

for us and for our children.

This journalist wants to know.

Because Sir Charles Somerset is being so stubborn.

Bring him here, immediately. - Lord. - Enter. "Well, Mr. Farewell, could you tell me exactly what it is about me, the Governor of the Colony of the Cabo?"

The knights of the press are waiting.

As you know, Lord Charles, me and my men.

We were serving His Majesty at Christmas.

During these three years, in which we live among the Zulu people,

I tried to reconcile Zulus interests with those of the British Government.

Of course there were great difficulties.

Most related to customs,

as you have just verified in relation to where to sit.

Basic misunderstandings that affect communication.

But more recently I was lucky

to gain the trust of King Zulu,

whose result was the strong desire on the part of the king

to show good will, proposing an alliance with Great Britain.

And for that purpose he sent Ngomane Ka Mgobolo.

Sent his Prime Minister to represent him.

He said customs.

How did Shaka convey the idea of an alliance?

I do not understand, sir.

Shaka ordered him to come and speak with the Governor of the Cape Colony,

to establish an alliance between the Zulu tribe and the British Empire?

Were these the exact words?

Did he really say alliance and not agreement or cooperation?

Shaka intends to join the British Empire,

or maintain its sovereignty?

That being the case,

he wants to establish relations with the embassies

or just meet Joji and enjoy a few kaffir beers?

It is certainly not a question of semantics.

- What is the difference... - Excuse me, sir.

What is happening, captain?

Shaka...

You can leave.

What was there to say, Mr. Farewell?

What difference is there in the word being alliance or agreement?

The feeling is only one,

The Zulu people are reaching out in friendship.

Friendship...

Mr. Farewell, would you mind reporting to your Prime Minister.

I just found out that your king is advancing over Cape Town

with their military strength.

Mr. Farewell, his native friends must ship within 24 hours

and leave Cape Town.

If you do not, I will be forced to consider your presence here

as an act of war.

It's all gentlemen.

Mr. Farewell.

Advice.

Men like you always stay between two fronts

and are rejected by both.

You can not trust these people.

I think today's news will prove it.

Let them go and save yourself.

It's too late, Lord Charles.

I sacrificed three years of my life.

Now I have to stop it. I have an investment to defend.

- Francis. What are you going to do now? - Do you know what happened?

So the journalists get out of there,

news will spread like rice.

You can not play this game any more, Francis.

Shaka is not submitting to the rules.

I have no choice, Elizabeth. He is the one who makes the rules.

No. Francis.

I can not stay here.

There are so many people who are counting on me. I have to return.

For how much longer? A few months? One year?

Two? Three? What about us, Francis?

- What happened to our game? - I have to finish this.

- I have to go. - So, without further ado?

No more or less...

PORT OF CHRISTMAS August 1928.

Returned. They came back, boys.

Mr. Farewell, welcome back.

I do not understand.

He said he would wait until the crops.

There are no harvests this year, Francis.

Nandi died.

He went crazy. Quite.

I have to find it.

Where is it?

The army is heading south.

- We reach them if we go on horseback. - No.

You already risked my return.

I have to go alone.

Not even thinking about it.

I go with you. I am equally responsible.

Henry, you know that's not true.

Everyone knows that.

From the beginning they oppose my ideas.

But let me tell you

that his ideas were many times better than mine.

This is between Shaka and me.

Mkabayi, whites have nothing for us.

We have to end this madness.

Tell Mbopha to clean the city,

get rid of the dead

and let dignity be returned to the people.

Suffered enough.

Ndabezitha.

Ndabezitha.

It's me, Febana.

Tell me, Febana,

How do you catch a monkey?

A crockery is used

with a tight rim.

Put a bait in the dishes,

some fruit

or something bright.

Monkey puts his hand in

and grab the bait.

It is then trapped,

because he can not get his wrist out.

When do you realize that you are stuck,

When you do not release the bait?

Because ambition...

blind him.

Ambition of that,

Febana?

I guess...

that it is for wanting what it can not have.

What is the new bait you brought?

Bring it here.

To see this monkey.

Something bright

as the freshness of youth, of life,

of the past.

Put a bait back on the dishes.

My heart craves something bright.

Nkosi,

that craving,

that generated all this,

arose both because of you and because of me.

But hate my people...

is not the solution.

We have to find another...

- together. - Together?

= No, Febana.

You tried that you were never with me.

You are a man without a nation,

a shadow.

Ve.

I do not need you anymore.

Go?

Where?

Where can I go?

Where I was.

And what happened? What happened?

The swallows defeated the Great Elephant, Mkabayi.

What are you saying?

On the day the armies were ready to attack,

When we cry "Sigidi",

There was no response. The king was gone.

Where?

Does that still matter?

No, it does not matter anymore.

You can not find these men,

is dangerous.

Whites are illusionists, Shaka.

They work with the illusion.

You taught us to live reality.

If what they say is true, then the isangome of them has powers

that we can not ignore.

Beware, Baba. Those who want to be served by magic,

They end up being the ones who serve it.

If white people offer you wings it is because they want to make you their victim.

How can the conqueror of nations be bewitched by lackeys?

You gave them land, wealth and the rank of generals and chiefs.

What I want to know is what the Great Elephant wins

- with that generosity. - The power of your knowledge.

The spirit of the spear is pronounced.

No.

The spirit of Shaka is pronounced.

Very well, son of Zulu.

Accept this spear and with it let the sun radiate your powers

to the ends of the earth.

You are a Zulu, the heavens are yours.

The heavens belong to the Zulus.

I am their son.

Shaka is their son.

I love you, Shaka.

Do you love them?

We are incapable of that, Mother.

The only feelings.

What we have are

revenge and hate.

I hate.

- He is the future. "No, Mother."

There is no future without Shaka.

And now, Mkabayi?

What happens now?

For the sake of the nation, as you always said.

Ngomane?

Mbopha?

You too, brothers?

I never considered them capable of such a determination.

And now,

After so many years, Mkabayi,

I am once again in your hands.

The swallows won, Dingane.

Mbopha, burn it all.

Do not leave anything that reminds us of Shaka.