All language subtitles for SHAKA Zulu - Ep. 07 (720p BluRay)

For now I only need 50.

Strategy, speed

and physical contact.

First phase.

Second phase.

- Has he already chosen an heir?
- Sigivana.

The most unlikely candidate.

Then salute your king.

The swallows have already
arrived in Kwa Bulawayo.

It's time to attack.

We are going to make the people think
that death was caused by whites.

Fix that.

SHAKA ZULU

KWA BULAWAYO VILLAGE OF
SHAKA, FEBRUARY 1824

How much more do I know
the king and his people,

the more I realize the arrogant
attitudes of the Colonial Cabinet

and Lord Charles,
on this subject.

So far, Shaka was
very kind to us.

Show your power and your safety.

It was silly to think
that we could alter

the course of history with...

what we liked to think was the
mystique of white civilization.

They are like monkeys trying
to steal autumn crops.

And you still treat them like kings?
"Why, Nkosi?"

We have much to learn
from them, Ngomane.

What do they have
to teach us, Nkosi?

How many monkeys make
up their armies?

What do they want from us?
And what can you teach us?

Kill that man, Mgobozi.

I told you to kill him.

Kill him.

We do not have to make
that decision, Dingane.

I am the king's brother.

In the name of my ancestors, I
command you to kill him already.

Yes, Dingane. You are brother

but also heir.

You got rid of the
evidence, but not guilt.

What would he reveal to us
about you, Mahlana and Mbopha?

You are an idiot, Dingane. If you
wanted to be the one who dominates,

You had to have planned Shaka's
death, as he would have planned,

Using an effective strategy.
He built a nation of warriors.

Would you convince the
people that a uFasimba.

Would he stab the emperor?

It is the work of destiny.

As a man liveth,
so shall he die.

Remember that, Dingane.

She asks if she can save him,
if she can give him life,

as he did with the girl.

She was in a coma.

She would have recovered alone if
they had not tried to bury her.

- Explain that.
- You know you do not understand that.

They only understand
light and darkness.

He just feels like he's in the
dark and he wants the light back.

Are you wanting to shift
responsibilities to another?

And why not?

I think it would be fair to say
that he was asking for them.

Do you think we deserve to die?
Do you believe it?

I heard that crowd, Fynn.

You know otherwise, Shaka's
armies are a much greater threat

than we ever dreamed.

And I fear we may be the first
victims of that anarchy.

We have a chance to gain
the king's consideration.

We can not throw it in the air.

If we control the soul of Shaka,
we control all of South Africa.

Control your soul?

That's the game, right?

Prove that we have the
powers of life and death.

Exactly, Mr. Fynn.

- And in this case it is called survival.
"We do not have those powers, Lieutenant."

This man is spitting blood,

indication of a perforated lung.

If that is the case,

has as many opportunities as the
girl they were going to bury.

Then, we must pray.

For him? - Not by us.

CAPE TOWN

- Excuse me, sir.
- Say, Captain.

I bring news from the
North, about Shaka.

What is the savage doing now?

Nothing, sir. Unless the Zulus
are commanded by spirits.

Speak at once. Be direct.

According to a report
by Colonel Cloete,

Everything indicates that Shaka was killed.
- Murdered?

- Not by Farewell, I hope.
- No.

- It looks like it was for one of them.
- Are you sure?

Yes, sir. I took the liberty of
checking the source of Colonel Cloete.

It was with a blow to the
heart, more than a week ago.

Very good.

Tell Colonel Cloete to return
with troops to Cape Town,

As fast as possible.

Are we not rushing?

The Zulus can be regrouped
under a new command.

It is very unlikely, Captain.

Shaka was an exception
to the rule.

The natives are going to
return to their natural state

of old brats.

Now you have to let me,
I have a marked lunch.

Have a good day.
"Come on, ladies."

KWA BULAWAYO

Everything around us was
death and destruction.

The commotion caused by the
attempt on the king's life

generated such panic and such distrust
that he returned warrior against warrior

and any poor soul that
will not show due regret

by the tragedy of the king,
would be burned or impaled.

It was an infernal
period of our stay.

Fear and insecurity became
constant companies.

He asks about the king's health, Mr.
Fynn.

Thanks, Mr. Vegte. I noticed.

The state of the Great
Elephant is stable.

When you have...

improvements, you
will be warned.

I hope you're not lying.

If the king is dead and you
are lying to the Zulu people,

Their corpses will serve as
pillows in the grave of Shaka.

If you do not trust what I say,
look at it with your own eyes.

I come back at dusk
to get more news.

If he ends up stretching his
leg, you'll be the last to know.

How are you?

Dying, Francis.

It seems that there
is nothing to do.

If the fever does not go down,
do not hold it until nightfall.

Many days have passed. Too many.

The village has to see Shaka,
before the panic sets in.

Then?

Can not get up, much
less walk to the door.

Then we have to give it a hand.

Francis, the man is dying.

Let's try it, Henry. Maybe
it's our last chance.

I'm afraid I can not do anything, Mrs.
Farewell.

As far as Colonel Cloete says,

It seems that her husband never
got to contact the savage.

In fact it is unlikely that the group
has even reached the coast of Natal.

That's what I said
to Lord Bathurst,

who had the unfortunate idea
of approving this idea.

But how can you assume
that they never made it?

They were never mentioned in the
reports that were given to me.

A report, Sir Charles,
reaches a miserable report

of any messenger mentioning that
Shaka is dead to believe in that.

Yes, I'm very sorry about that, Mrs.
Farewell.

If I could do anything to
anticipate his return to England,

would be a pleasure.

Mrs. Farewell.

Anything I can do.

Mrs. Farewell.

Simpson, Harlow Simpson, South
African commercial commercial.

If I may, madam, I have
some questions to ask.

- In relation to what, Mr. Simpson?
- About her husband and Shaka Zulu.

That already belongs to the past. As
his diary announced, both are dead.

"His Majesty's brave knight was opposed to the Zulu
dragon, killing him while his own life escaped him."

I never read such crap, Mr. Simpson, nor
in the most ordinary living room pieces.

It irritates me that my husband's
name is tainted by his newspaper.

That goes well, Mr.
Simpson. Start.

You're right, Mrs. Farewell.
"It was crap."

Maybe I can make it up
by posting the truth.

- This with your help.
- And what is the truth?

"His Majesty's brave knight is opposed to the blind and racist
fanaticism - of the Governor of the Cape Colony." - High.

Somerset thinks that the only way to
deal with these kaffirs is to kill them.

Her husband's perspective
was smarter.

The death of him is
a valuable lesson

for future administrators
of colonial Africa.

But there is no reason to
talk about death, right?

He is still alive, is not he?

On what basis is that supposition, Mr.
Simpson?

In his intuition and in the fact
of coming to speak with Somerset

to help her find her husband.

Well, I admire your ease, Mr.
Simpson,

but I suggest you focus
on more current topics.

As I already said, my
husband already was.

Starting.

If you change your mind, ma'am,
I think it's going to happen

that our newspaper is
your best and only ally.

MACASSAR OIL, HAIR INK

To help the show.

The town is reunited.

You are now on your own.

I just needed a
good dose of power.

In recent weeks we
have abused too much.

I'm afraid our little angels will not
take care of us for much longer.

The angels were always
quite understanding, Fynn.

But I understand what you mean.

I think Shaka is a believer
like most great men.

The empire he built was
in his imagination

before becoming a reality.

He saved his life, my man.

Now let's deal with
that imagination.

Can I speak, Ndabezitha?

I know who committed the attack.

- Speak up.
- Maybe the brother of my son...

- I can tell you.
- So?

After you were injured, brother, I sent
spies to the north of the Pogolo River.

They told me that Soshangane,

Zwide and the few who
survived on Mount Qokli

gathered a new and powerful army
trained in the art of Ixwa and Shaka.

The spies told me that an attack
was planned on Kwa Bulawayo,

so Zwide knew that the Great
Elephant was injured.

How can you be sure that
the Zwide conspiracy

did not begin in the heart of
one of my faithful subjects,

- As for example, in yours.
- We are of the same blood, Mfowethu.

Few men know you
as well as I do.

If I wanted to kill you I would
have been successful, brother.

Leave me.

- Ngomane.
- Ndabezitha.

Choose ten of the uFasimbas

and put them in the
middle of the village,

in the sight of all.

Although man has
been an impostor,

My regiment should have noticed

before the final blow.

Many times men go blind.

As you stayed in the case
of your half brother.

Since the night of the
coup I always knew

that Dingane was to blame.

And you let it live?

I need it now

more than ever.

It will attract dissidents,
as manure attracts flies.

And when they try
to attack me again,

I will be prepared.

Mkabayi is the one
who surprises me.

If what they say is true,

then the isangome of them has
powers that we can not ignore.

I want those powers
at my disposal.

If they offered wings to the leopard, he
would be a fool if he did not accept them.

What are these brands for?

They serve to transmit ideas and
feelings at a long distance.

For that I have messengers.

But you are sure
that what you say

is transmitted exactly
by your words.

Writing also serves
to save ideas,

to be transmitted to
future generations.

It is a form of immortality.

- Who was he?
- A king.

- Joji?
- No, this is not Jorge.

That is the king of kings...

Christ.

Was Christ greater than Joji?

Bigger than George and who...

Shaka.

He is dead,

hanging from a tree,
next to this old melted,

- He is not worthy of a king.
- No.

How did it end there?

He was betrayed...

for those he loved the most.

Yes, it is wrong to love.

Especially for a king.

Why are you always silent?
Are you afraid?

Do you not bend before
this dead king Christ?

No...

Christ is not my king.

= Doubt that Christ
is the king of kings.

Yes, Nkosi. I have some doubts.

Then they belong to
different tribes.

Yes.

Did King Jesus come
from your tribe?

Not mine, but his.

The habits of whites
are a dark mystery.

Those warriors with
Ixwas near the trees...

- were they part of his army?
- He had no regiments.

Only twelve men, unarmed.

And you call him king of kings?

- Greater than Shaka?
- Yebo, Nkosi.

- Why?
- Look at his lips.

They are moving.

He is saying, "Forgive them, Baba,
for they do not know what they do."

Forgive.

How does someone want to
govern with that strategy?

Many have the same opinion.

And what does my
brother Jorge think?

Jorge, the people, the country

and people from all over the world
worship that king as the almighty divine

sent by the ancestors
to spread the peace.

But, Nkosi, I know well that
King Jesus had a lot of power.

Whether you or my friend
Zacharius, know or not,

Christ is Lord of whites.

And the Lord of the Zulus.
And the Lord of all men.

And the Sun of the heavens.

Do your powers come from him?

He is power.

With Christ in your heart you
are stronger than any regiment.

If Christ is power,

why is it not saved?

Christ had to die

so that the heavens would
transmit that power to me.

The youth that granted me,

proof that I inherited
that power.

The heavens belong to the Zulus

and Shaka is their son.

If the swallows want to be my friends,
they have to keep this in mind.

On this earth there is
only one Nkosi yamaKhosi.

A king of kings.

Shaka.

Yebo, Nkosi.

It is a gift of the swallows.

There is no fault in
Shaka's logical thinking.

Christ for the heavens, the heavens
for the Zulus, the Zulus for Shaka.

I would not be surprised
if one day Christ.

He was comfortably involved in
the genealogy of the Zulus.

It seems to be a curious
legacy of Jesus...

- Be adopted by others.
- Did youth say?

Youth?

Acceptance of macassar, Francis.

The help for the show.

He did not think he would
go unnoticed, would he?

Think you rejuvenated,
not just aesthetically,

but also physiologically.

I wish I would stop that.

- With what?
- Think.

It seems that it only
brings us more problems.

It also leads us to
have what we want.

"I, Shaka, king of the Zulus and the country
of Natal, hereby grant, on November 7, 1824,"

with the presence of my
bosses and of free will,

" = By transfer and sale to
FG Farewell and company"

total possession, for eternity,

the port of Natal along
with the islands

and the surrounding
area, with full right

to ivory, rivers, mines and any
type of item in that area.

As proof of this,
I raise my hand

in front of the previously
mentioned F.G. Farewell,

whom I recognize as supreme
head of those lands,

with total power and authority.

I make this retribution for the
attention given to me by whites.

"During my recovery
from a wound."

They are like monkeys trying
to steal autumn crops.

And you still treat them like kings?
"Why, Nkosi?"

If white people give you wings.

It is because they want
to make you their victim.

Look at these men.

From now on they will respect
them as if they were kings.

I never thought a hair dye
would be a political good.

That happens because he
is not a practical man.

Very good. I'll be practical.

The bottle is almost empty. And
what happens when it ends?

His pessimism is not
very British, Fynn.

Why should it be? I am Irish.

Thus, I solemnly declare

that from now on this bay will
be called the Port of Natal

and that the surrounding area
will be British territory.

Mr. Wilkins.

May God save our gracious king.

Long live the king.

May God care for the king,

That I sent him victorious,

happy and glorious reign.

May God save the king.

Three living by our graceful
majesty, King George.

This will not serve us much
here in the middle of nowhere.

Yes. It is best to
start building a boat.

And we'll leave soon,

Before His Highness sends us one
of those posts by our tail.

Tell us when you are planning
to leave, gentlemen.

That attitude is very beautiful, Mr.
Farewell,

but someone has to
start doing something

or no one will leave here alive.

How long do you think we will
survive without your help?

Tell me, since we alone will
not be able to build a boat.

Tell him.

Do not talk nonsense, man. No
one says anything to Shaka.

At the ideal moment, gentlemen,
we confront it with the matter.

Until then, concentrate
on the life you have.

What do you plan to do when the
macassar oil crap is over?

Excuse me, gentlemen, I
think we have visitors.

= - - Febana. - Yes, Mgobozi?

The Big Elephant wants to
talk to you and Mbuyazi now.

Tell him we will leave for
Kwa Bulawayo this afternoon.

They leave immediately. No one
makes the Great Elephant wait.

We will leave as soon as we can.

This site is becoming
increasingly sinister.

Francis, I do not want to be annoying,
but I think Mr. Ogle is right.

What are we going to do when
the hair dye is finished?

At that time we will
be back in Cape Town,

Is not it, Lieutenant?