All language subtitles for SHAKA Zulu - Ep. 10 (720p BluRay)

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.