All language subtitles for Shaka Zulu (1986) - S01E01 - Part 1 (1080p BluRay x265 SAMPA)_track3_[eng]-en

[amusing instrumental
music playing]

[Henry] England, August 1882
at the end of the Zulu Wars.

At a Country Residence of Her
Imperial Majesty Queen Victoria.

Amidst an unprecedented blaze of
publicity and public interest

in the Zulu people
of Southern Africa,

an historic meeting
took place between

the Queen, her political and
military advisors and the defeated

and exiled King of the Zulus. He
came with one aim in mind...

he wanted his kingdom back.

[Shepstone] Your Majesty, His
Highness Cetshwayo kaMpande Zulu.

[speaking in Zulu]

[solemn instrumental
music playing]

[speaking in Zulu]

His Highness thanks
her Imperial Majesty

for the kind way he has been
received in Great Britain.

He hopes he is here,
he says, to seal

that pact of friendship
once and for all.

[Lord Kimberley] Your Majesty, the Colonial
Office feels that any act of clemency

would be a grave miscalculation
of the Zulu threat.

Ma'am, gentlemen,

we are not merely
concerned here today

with a dispute over territorial
borders of the re-vindication

of a defeated king, we are
called upon to defend Africa.

It is, I believe, our sovereign
duty, Ma'am, to safe guard

the well-being of those of our
countrymen who have settled

in these distant lands,

as well as that of the Kaffir
tribes who look to us to bring

peace to this land that
has, for the past 60 years,

been devastated by one
of the most formidable

military empires ever created,
the empire of Shaka Zulu.

Here represented by his
legitimate heir, King Cetshwayo.

Professor Bramston, Ma'am

Shaka Zulu, Your Majesty...

yes, the founder of

the Greater Zulu Nation
and the Zulu Empire,

reigned from 1816 to the 1828.

Most definitely one of the greatest
military geniuses in history.

Certainly on the level of a
Caesar or an Alexander the Great.

Imagine, if you will, the prodigious
feat accomplished by this 19th Century

African Achilles, Shaka Zulu.

[speaking in Zulu]

[Bramston] In less than 12 years,
he transformed a handful of

idyllic, relatively
harmless herdsmen,

who were, by nature reluctant to
engage in any form of warfare,

into a Spartan army of over 80,000
highly trained, ruthless warriors.

Extending his influence, over
most of South-East Africa.

An empire comparable, in extension
and might, to that of Napoleon,

and in treachery to
that of Genghis Khan.

Your Majesty, Gentlemen

the war machine created by
Shaka Zulu was so monolithic.

It has survived his death
by almost half a century.

Yes, the Crown has defeated it,

but that defeat is
purely temporary.

It can and will rise again and again
if we do not stop it once and for all!

And why?

[tribe music playing]

Because King Shaka was
no ordinary mortal.

He was a Messiah!

A God-figure!

Like an African Mephistopheles,
he gave the Zulus glory

in return for their souls,

wielding the forces
of life and death

on an endless battlefield
of blood and carnage-

[Lord Kimberley]
Thank you Professor!

Your Majesty.

Ma'am,

the threat is real, and the
decision before us clear.

Therefore, the Colonial Office
suggests that we constitute

within the Zulu Kingdom a
progressive destruction

and dislocation of the
military and economic system.

In so doing, we feel that the
Zulu people, deprived of central

leadership, will revert to the
state of innocuous bliss that

they enjoyed before the
insane conditioning of Shaka.

[Lord Chelmsford] I tend
to agree with Kimberley.

If the Zulus won't bend,

break 'em and be done with
it, that's what I say!

I rather think we'll
be doing them a favour.

A return to the plough
should prove to be

the most therapeutic
for these savages.

[Prince of Wales] Might even bless then with
a hint of civilization. [clears throat]

Am I meant to
translate, M‘Lords?

That won't be necessary, sir.
We have so little in common,

Especially our concepts
of human respect.

Thank you, Your Lordships,
for your chivalry.

[enthralling instrumental
music playing]

[Victoria] Thank you.

Tell me...

what does Shaka
Zulu mean to you?

He was one of those rare
men who had the courage

to live his ideals,

and to instil his dreams into
the hearts of his countrymen,

That is precisely why we cannot
give you back your realm.

Shaka Zulu is more
alive today than ever.

His military strength
still prevails.

You are the king, but it is his
spirit which rules your people.

We are a practical
woman your highness.

We will not form an
alliance with a legend.

[Henry]And so it was that the
Empire created by Shaka Zulu

some six decades
earlier was disbanded.

The king '5 territory
sub-divided

and placed under
British supervision.

The resultant political
mismanagement,

continual white interference
in the ensuing strife

would effectively destroy
the house of Shaka.

From this time on, the
Zulu people would only

be able to dream of the
dignity and the glory

given them by their
legendary King.

This then, is his story!

[theme song playing]

[vocalizing]

[singing in Zulu]

I We are growing higher J‘

J‘ Growing higher I

[singing in Zulu]

[Henry]The first time that
Europeans began to feel

the ripple effect of Shaka '5
war machine was in 1823.

The Zulu King was at the
height of his power,

but like most military despots,

Shaka had become both,

master and victim of his regime.

His empire having been
born out of aggression,

now required continued war
action to keep it alive.

[chanting in Zulu]
[drums beating]

Shaka had successfully
attacked and crushed

all the immediate
neighbouring territories,

uniting the defeated tribes
into a single Zulu nation.

But Shaka needed more victims,

not only to satisfy his
propensity for war,

but to keep his
huge army employed.

And so regiments were
sent further afield

to enlarge and
enrich the Empire,

and as they did so,
those who did not wish

to subject themselves
to Zulu rule fled

before the onslaught,

often attacking others
in their flight.

The effects of this
tremendous upheaval

touched not only the people
at which it was directed,

but began to be felt by the
British colonists of the Cape,

who themselves were beginning to
expand northwards.

It was therefore inevitable that sooner
or later the two empires would crash.

As a result, the Governor
of the Cape Colony,

Lord Charles Somerset was prompted to
send an urgent communique to London.

[Charles] To Lord
Henry Bathurst,

majesty, secretary of state
for war in the colonists.

"My Lord, in consequence to
your Lordship's wish that

I communicate my writing, my
deep concern for the future

of the Crance colony of
the Cape of good hope,

I beg leave to submit
the following evidence

regarding the menace of the Zulu
nation under its King, Shaka Zulu."

[chanting in Zulu]

[Charles]Since he ascended the
throne of the Zulu in 1816,

Shaka has forged one of
the mightiest empires

the African continent
has ever known.

[amusing instrumental
music playing]

[singing in Zulu]

"In less than six years, his
small, insignificant tribe

has risen from obscurity

and given its name to an all

powerful nation organized into
a fearsome military machine.

Shaka is known as
a mass murderer,

a depraved ogre whose thirst for
conquest knows no limits.

He has deluged his county
with innocent blood,

disregarding the most
sacred ties of affection,

turning father against
son, son against brother,

in a bloodbath that
defies description. "

"I regret to inform Your
Lordship that it has reached

my attention that the
threat of Shaka Zulu

may soon be directed
at the White settlers

residing in the
Crowns territories.

If that were to happen,

the Cape would find itself
virtually defence/ass

and at the mercy of this
ruthless barbarian.

I respectfully submit this
pressing matter to your

Lordship 's judgment and
that of his Majesty. "

"Signed: Sir Charles Somerset,

Governor of the Cape
Colony, Colonial Africa.

Cape Town January 7, 1823."

[talking]

[clears throat]

His Majesty the King has woken,

after a pleasant night‘s rest.

[clapping]

Lord Bathrust, his Majesty
will see you first.

Thank you.

Oh no, oh lord!

[playing the harp]

[laughing]

[laughing]

[George] Oh dear, hmm. For you,

Oh, dear go on yes hmm.

Good morning, Your Majesty.

Is it, Lord Henry?

Sir.

Your expression, Lord Henry.

It bodes anything but
a good morning, hmm.

[George chuckles]

Mmm, enough.

Till tonight.

[harp still playing]

[clears throat]

We are all attention,
Lord Henry.

[Bathrust] It is
the colonies, Sir.

We seem to be faced
with a slight problem.

Your office always seems to
be having "slight problems"

with the Colonies
doesn't it, Lord Henry?

Well, Sir, it is the
Colonial Office,

and if one deals with melting pots one
is apt to be scorched once in a while.

Well, who is it this
time, the Canadians?

No, Sir. I am happy to
report that the remainder of

North America is still under
our thumb so to speak.

It is Africa, I'm afraid, Sir.

I have received a most alarming missive
from Lord Somerset at the Cape.

It concerns the Zulus, Sir.

The Zulus?

Are you implying that
the Colonial Office

of the British Empire,
considers a tribe of savages

running around in their
birthday suits a problem?

Oh, really. [chuckling]

Oh, what ineffable
twaddle, Lord Henry!

It is somewhat more
than a tribe, Sir.

We are convinced
that we are at grips

with a proper empire of a quarter
of a million such "birthday" suits.

Really? My, they, do
multiply don't they,

like bunnies?

[Bathrust] Your Majesty.

Hmm?

It is possible that the
Zulus will attack the Cape.

If that should happen,
we would have to deal

with a very large number
of these bunnies,

under the leadership of a March
Hare by the name of Shaka.

Well then, send on
the reinforcements.

[Bathrust] We have
thought of that, Sir.

But, it is rather a
long way to the Cape,

6,000 miles

and four months by
sea, to be precise,

and I fear that by the
time we have trained

fresh troops in the art of
native warfare and shipped them

in flock, it would be too late.

Well then, transfer some of our
Bengali troops from India.

And lose India, Sir?

Then use mercenaries.

Not to be trusted, I fear.

Rubbish!

Your own words, Sir.

[harp still playing]

Look out there, Lord Henry.

What do you see falling?

Rain, Sir.

And is that a frequent
occurrence in England?

Rain falling, I mean...

Alas, Sir, all too frequent.

And what do our colonies
represent for us?

Sunshine, Sir?

Precisely, and it
is your privilege

to safeguard our sunshine.

Thomas Jefferson,
drove my poor father,

out of his wits.

I trust you will keep
the same fate from me.

Tend to the Zulus, Bathrust,

[intense music playing]

or it will be our sad task
to find someone who can.

[flinches]

Your Majesty.

[chanting in Zulu]
[drums beating]

[Henry]The Zulu armies were now
fighting their way steadily south,

the noisy victory
celebrations echoing

across the Cape's
Northern frontier,

ominously signifying Shaka '5
advance on the colonists.

In Cape town itself, at
the Castle of good Hope,

Lord Charles Somerset anxiously awaited
word from his supervisors in London

but nothing appeared to be forthcoming
and time was running out.

[thump]

[Bathurst] We have
been blind, gentlemen.

Here we are trying to devise
a way of confronting him

with an entire regiment,
when all we need

is a solitary Caucasian!

Ah, I'm afraid I uh...

I don't follow you, sir.

Let us pretend, for the sake
of discourse, Worthing,

that you are King Shaka.

Let us also pretend, Wilkins,
that you are the ruthless

cut-throat so vividly described
in Somerset's missive.

Now... you are toying with the
idea of attacking the Whites,

creatures you have never
even set eyes upon.

Would that not make
you slightly weary?

I mean, it's all very well
to fight against known odds

but against Lunarians?

That is a very different
kettle of fish.

What if a Lunarian came to
visit you, at your court,

as a diplomat of sorts
from the other world.

And what if he said to you,
"Now hold on, Shaka, hold on

we know what you're up to,
now hear me out before

you start tipping
the scales of war.

We have spears that spit fire, you know.
See for yourself."

Bang! A lion drops
dead at 600 paces!

We also have magic powder
that can produce lightning

and hollow logs
that make thunder!

You mean, frighten him?

In a word, Worthing... yes.

Surely his spies will have told him
about our cannons and our gunpowder?

Yes, quite possibly, but these are
not our only superior weapons.

We have one other,
gentlemen, civilization!

Years of tried

and tested double talk.

If we can't soothe the
savage beast, we can at least

confuse him whilst we mount an
effective military defensive.

Where do you suppose we locate,
Sir a Lunarian disposed

to go down there and carry
out this novel scheme?

I think I may know the very
man that you need, Worthing.

That I had the pleasure and
honour of serving under him,

in His Majesty's royal Navy.

Lt. Francis George Farewell.

A master of land and sea and just eccentric
enough to perhaps want to do it!

First...making
Shaka's acquaintance.

[bubbling]

[Francis] That in itself should
prove to be a major obstacle...

Now, to begin with...

Thank you. Let us, to use a nautical
term, take the bearings of our problem.

From reports that I was privileged
to acquire on my last trip

to Portuguese Delagoa,

it would appear that
Shaka's capital,

a place which the natives
call "Bulawayo",

if I remember correctly...

it lies somewhere
in this vicinity.

There are only two ways of reaching it.
overland from the Cape.

though I would
exclude this option,

considering that the only white man
so far to have attempted the journey

a Dr. Cowan by name, was
never heard of again.

Which leaves us with
an approach by sea.

Landing somewhere
along this Coast.

The Wild Coast of Natal.

From a recent survey made by the
admiralty, the two most likely

places for a landing are,

St. Lucia Bay, and Rio de Natal,

though that, too, could
prove a problem, I think.

In what way, Lieutenant?

Well, no one's ever
landed on that coast,

and lived to brag about it.

[intense music playing]

[tribal music playing]

[chanting in Zulu]

[intense music playing]

[speaking in Zulu]

[guard] Colonel Cloete
to see you, sir.

[Charles] Oh, what
is it, Colonel?

News from the north, Sir, Shaka.

What's that damn
savage up to now?

Well Sir,

from what I have been able
to sift from the reports,

there is every reason to
believe that the Zulus

are now fighting right
on the frontier.

Are you sure?

Yes, sir. I took the liberty
of checking my sources.

It spells trouble, sir,

any chance of those
reinforcements from London?

Mmm, not likely, colonel.

However, the fact that no one has yet conquered
that coast doesn't me that I won't.

God knows I have been in some
tight spots in my sailing days.

Does that mean that you'll
be joining us then, Sir?

Oh, most definitely, Tim. Yes!

I would never miss a chance to serve
my king, and collect the ivory.

Did you say ivory, Lieutenant?

Natal is said to be a
paradise for ivory hunters.

My dear Worthing, has it
not occurred to you that

I shall need good and adventurous
men to join me on this mission?

Men who are willing,
and above all able to

face the hazards of that coast and
more particularly Shaka Zulu.

Experience has taught me that men of
that calibre are very often greedy.

What would you say to
have me entice them?

That you're doing for
the honour of your King?

For the glory of Britannia?

I need courage, Worthing.
Not patriotism!

There is always a
price on courage

and in this case, it
should be paid in ivory.

"Farewell Trading Company"

I rather like the sound
of it, don't you?

You said that there were
two major problems.

Now, the first, ifI
understand correctly,

is reaching Shaka.
What is the other?

Why, the most obvious, Tim.

Convincing the King
of a primitive empire

that our civilisation
is to be feared,

when, in fact, we are not a
match for him out there.

Centuries of enlightenment do
not necessarily make a country

or its people
militarily stronger.

Indeed, as Attila the Hun proved domestication
is usually a weakening factor.

No! No! Fear's not the answer.

I'm sure that Shaka's more of a
specialist in that than we could ever be!

No, we shall just have to find
another emotion to work with,

pride, or vanity.

Vanity Francis! That is the
greatest weakness of all men,

whether they be nuns,
Englishmen of Zulus!

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth, let me introduce to you Mr.
Worthing, Tim Wilkins.

Gentlemen, my wife.

Ma'am.

Enchanted ma'am.

Lieutenant, I had no
idea you were married.

[laughing]

Most people find it hard to
believe that my husband shares

his life with anything
but his dreams.

And without the benefit of
my wife's practical mind,

my dreams would go
hopelessly adrift.

Then let's drink to the
sunshine of the Colonies,

and the ivory.

[chattering]

[bagpipes playing]

[Bathrust] To Lord
Charles Somerset,

Governor of the Cape
Colony, Colonial Africa.

”My dear Lord Charles,

I cannot begin to tell
you how alarmed I was

upon reading your missive
of the 7th January ultimo.

I assure you that His Majesty and
I share your deep concern

for the Zulu threat as you
so vividly outlined it.

Unfortunately, due to the economic
and military retrenchment policies

the Crown has adopted since the
end of the Napoleonic Wars.

His Majesty's Government
is not a this time

prepared to sanction the
allocation of British troops.

[Charles] However, Sir Charles,

after adequate deliberation,

colonial office has devised
an alternate plan,

the architect of which,

Lieutenant Francis
George Farewell

of your acquaintance, the
bearer of this missive.

I trust your Lordships will concede
that Lieutenant Farewell's

undertaking is entitled
to every encouragement

and assistance, being of such
hazard, and if successful,

likely to lead to the best possible
solution of the problem at hand."

Hmm.

You!

60,000 ferocious Zulu warriors

bent on attacking this Colony,

and what do I have
from the crown

to prevent the slaughtering of every
man, woman and child in their path?

A haughty letter
of apology, and...

no offense, Lieutenant, but you!

[sighs]

I need a drink, will you
join me, Lieutenant?

Be glad to, Sir Charles.

[instrumental music playing]

[Francis] In approximately
two months’ time,

I intend to land a party of hand
pick ‘em men on the shores of Natal.

Ostensibly our presence there
will be as ivory traders,

but trading will
be merely a cover.

My ultimate purpose will
be to contact Shaka Zulu

in order to secure an alliance
with His Majesty King George.

Alliances are made for civilized
peoples, not savages.

The whole idea, is absurd.

Even if you are successful in
obtaining some sort of agreement

Shaka would never respect
his end of the bargain.

Their values of good and evil, life
and death, are completely devoid

of a moral code. Well,
their Actions prove that.

There is no defined perspective
in their human relations

they are pagans, Lieutenant,
and pagans lack reason.

Oh, do they, Reverend?

Wasn't Cicero a pagan?

Tacitus, Virgil, Homer,
Julius Caesar, Plato,

Aristotle, Socrates?

Do I need to continue?

Those men were
enlightened, Lieutenant.

You cannot possibly
compare them to Shaka.

He's a barbarian, an assassin.

So was Charlemagne in his
own very special way.

[Charles] I fail to see your point, Mr.
Farewell.

Lord Charles,

the only chance the Crown
has of preserving its

territories in Africa or America
or Asia is if it finally sheds

its hypocrisy and starts
treating others as equals.

Well, I believe that is the
true Christian message.

Wouldn't you agree Reverend?

Or does our moral code
justify our own ends?

Anyway, I intend to
contact Shaka Zulu

in order to negotiate an
alliance with Britain.

In doing so, I can only
hope that King Shaka

will prove more reasonable than Pope
Alexandra Borgia would have been.

[Charles] I appreciate your
idealism, Mr. Farewell,

but you've obviously not been made
aware of the situation in Africa,

and I suspect that Mr. Vegte,

our experienced Dutch resident,

knows what I'm talking about

No, I don't feel
that I can approve

this absurd mission of yours.

[Wilkins] But you have
no choice, Lord Charles.

Mr. Farewell's mandate
came from Downing Street

and, the Colonial
Office requests

your complete co-operation.

Well, if you would
excuse us, gentlemen,

we didn't brave the high
seas for four months

in order to discuss these
interesting points of history.

[Francis] Lord Charles, I
have a crew to recruit.

Good day, Sir.

Lieutenant!

[Vegte] Please excuse me, gentlemen.
Mr. Farewell, may I walk with you?

I want you to understand, Mr.
Farewell,

that you are planning to
confront an awesome savagery.

Thank you, Mr. Vegte. I shall
certainly heed your warning.

Mr. Farewell...

I want to go with you
on your expedition.

Also, I speak the Xhosa language
which is fairly similar

to the Zulu language,
reasonably well.

In short, Mr. Farewell,

I may be indispensable
to your expedition.

Perhaps you are.

Is that an Englishman's way of
saying that you'll take me?

Perhaps.

[chattering]

[suspenseful music playing]

[exclaiming]

[Henry]The situation at the frontier
was now becoming almost untenable.

With the Zulu onslaught
pushing steadily south,

the fleeing tribes were having to
vie for what territory remained.

Desperate pitched battles frequented
the northern borders

and the frontier farmers became
increasingly nervous of the instability

being caused by these
violent encounters.

They demanded urgent
action from Lord Charles.

Blast! Tell that damn Farewell
to do something and fast!

Dismissed.

Yes, Sir.

[Henry]But Lt. Francis
George Farewell was not to be pushed

by the rantings of a
disgruntled Lord Charles.

Knowing the value of
careful planning for

an expedition as he
was putting together,

he meticulously sought out people
he knew would be of value to him,

which brought him
into contact with me,

a meeting which, I might
add, would change the course of

my already eventful and extraordinary
encounter with Africa,

and, indeed, would
change my whole life.

[Vegte] Hello, Mr. Fynn, this is Lt.
Farewell

We sent a message
to your lodgings.

About the possibility of joining Mr.
Farewell's upcoming expedition to Natal.

As my medical adjutant and
superintendent of cargo,

Mr. Vegte tells me that your experience
in both areas is quite extensive.

I got the message, yes.

They say it prevents infection
though after four bouts of

malaria, I'm beginning
to doubt its efficacy.

Malaria? Is that what they have?

That, and sundry
assortments of...

yellow fever,
dysentery, cholera...

and diseases of the
soul that are,

far harder to diagnose and
almost impossible to cure, ah.

It's only by the grace of God
that any of these people will

reach their, as yet
unknown, destination alive.

Or maybe it’s his will
that they don't.

So, Lieutenant, why are you venturing
into those forsaken regions?

What do you know about
a man named Shaka?

[mumbling]

[foreboding music playing]

Does that answer your
question, Lieutenant?

The Masane tribe, qumalos,
Hlubis, Cunas, Ngwanes,

countless others the banished
of South-East Africa.

Fleeing Shaka's spears,

going straight into the arms
of white slave traders,

and the British troops on the
borders of the Cape Colony.

In a way, Lieutenant, they are the
ultimate victims of recent history

If you'll favour my comparison they
are the 'wandering Jews' of Africa,

fleeing the Pharaoh Shaka,

into the Babylonian
captivity of slavery

Fynn, if this empire's quite
vast, and I'm told that it is

then the Pharaoh must be giving
his people something in return

for their fidelity, or
they'd all be wandering.

Have you ever read
Faust, Lieutenant?

Marlow's, Bacon's,
Lessing's or Goethe's?

Touche, what was Faust given
in return for his fidelity?

Hmm.

[Henry] There's a legend, Lieutenant,
amongst the native witch doctors.

Of a child. A prophetic child.
[suspenseful music playing]

They say he'll bring with in an
era in which the name Amazulu

will signify terror and death.

Many people see Shaka as the
incarnation of that prophecy.

Oh calm down, Fynn

you're far too intelligent to believe
in that kind of hocus pocus, surely.

I've seen that child, Farewell.

Aah, not in flesh and blood.

In the eyes of the Fingoes,

in the eyes of these prisoners.

Well then, tell me now, how
do you suggest we go about

stopping this diabolical child?

With a stake through the heart
on the eve of the full moon.

If there is no other way, Lieutenant,
then we will have to kill him.

Well, I don't think we will be
taking many stakes with us, but,

possibly might find ways of doing
the same thing, less bloodily.

You going to be with us?

Are you going, Mr. Vegte?

Oh yes, Mr. Fynn.

[foreboding music playing]

Then yes, Lieutenant.

I may as well be with you...

and may God help us.

[laughing]

[chattering]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Wilkins] Next gentleman please. Now
please be patient, we won't be long

Your name?

Henry Ogle, Sir.

Yes, do sit down, Mr. Ogle.

Thank you, sir.

Now, do you know all about
this expedition, do you?

Pretty much, sir.
Up the east coast.

Your trade, Mr. Ogle?

Sailor, sir, but
also useful on land.

Served on decent ships?

The best sir. H.M.S. Victory.

Good... you're in.

Now, in due course you will be
reporting to Mr. Vegte here

and he will begin to teach
you basic Zulu, thank you.

Thank you, sir!

[Francis] Next man, Tim, please.

Tonino!

Tonino who?

Just Tonino.

Just Tonino?

Oh. And where do you
hail from, just Tonino?

[Tonino] Italy.

Italy. Do you?

Your purpose, sir?

For the adventure.

I think we may be able to
supply a little of that.

Morning, sir.

Your name?

Popham, sir.

[Francis] I see, and Popham
is your surname, presumably.

No, sir.

[Francis] No, it's
your Christian name?

I am not a Christian, sir.

[laughing]

John Cane. Forty five.
Qualified seaman.

Can cook and handle a
rifle as well anybody.

Valuable qualifications, sir,

prove them to us and you are in.

Thank you, sir.

[solemn music playing]

[chattering]

Tim, next man.

Next!

Zacharius Abrahams.

Please come in, sir.

Mr. Zacharius
Abrahams, gentlemen.

Mr. Abrahams.

[Henry] Well now,

you're not proposing, to
travel with us sir, are you?

I hope to, Mr. Fynn.

Mr. Abrahams is a, leader of the
commercial community here in Cape Town.

Mm.

Mr. Abrahams, with the
greatest respect to you,

ourjourney will be arduous
and, we think, dangerous.

And it will probably be
of considerable duration.

Lieutenant,

I have experienced over
60, interesting years.

But I am exceptionally
sound in my health.

Tell me Mr. Abrahams, how do you
see our positive contribution?

With all due respect to the
rest of the expedition, sir,

I would be the most
successful trader

on the East Coast of Africa

not excepting the go ahead
Americans or the...

clever Arabs.

Great Britain needs to develop
territories for trade!

And I would continue to be a
valuable British subject.

[bagpipes playing]

[crying]

[chattering]

[trumpets playing]

[captivating music playing]

[man] The wind crushing, sir.

All aboard, now, men!

[screaming] [dramatic
music playing]

[exclaiming]

[man] Check the horses again!

[yelling]

[enthralling music playing]

[squealing]

Hold my hand. Come
on, pull dammit!

Yeah, hold on!

[man] Save the rob, lads!

Lieutenant, Let me help you.

[horses neighing]

Come on, boy. Woah.

Come on! Pull!

Help! Help!

[exclaiming in agony]

[Henry] Get him
out of the water!

Come on, Fynn, there are people still
alive out there! Come and give me a hand!

[screaming]

[screams] Your hand!

[foreboding music playing]

[coughing]

All right.

[exclaiming in horror]

Oh, Lieutenant, Lieutenant,
look over here!

Lieutenant! Lieutenant!

Look at those men!

Look!

Lieutenant!

Mr. Fynn, Lieutenant!

Anybody! Look over here!

Help! Help!

-Mr. Fynn! -Lieutenant!

[singing in Zulu]
[drums beating]

Come on! Come on!

Put those weapons down!
Put 'em down!

[singing in Zulu]
[drums beating]

[speaking in Zulu]

Stand still! Nobody move!

[foreboding music playing]

[neighing]

[horse neighing]

[speaking in Zulu]

Mr. Vegte,

go and tell him, that we come in
peace from the King of the Whites.

Tell him that we
want to meet Shaka.

Go!

[enthralling music playing]

[speaking in Xhosa]

[music increases in tempo]

[Francis] Stand still!

[speaking in Xhosa]

[speaking in Zulu]

I suspect they are taking
me because of the language.

I will do my best. I don't
think they intend to harm us.

[Francis] What do we do now?

[Henry] Just wait...

it's the only thing we can do.

[theme song playing]
[vocalizing]

[singing in Zulu]

I Be a man of greatness now I

J‘ A man so tallA man so kind I

J“ Be a man of wisdom now I

J‘ A man of mind A man of light I

I Be a man of kindness now I

J“ A man so big And
strong in mind I

I Be a man so humble now I

J‘ A man of men Now
let it shine I

J‘ This is what you are I

J‘ This is how It
was planned now I

J‘ This is what to be
Every kind of man now J“

J‘ This is what to say With
the kind of meaning I

J‘ This is what to feel
With the kind of feeling I

I We are growing. Growing
higher and higher I

I We are growing. Growing
higher and higher I

I We are growing. Growing
higher and higher I

I We are growing, growing
higher and higher I

J“ Hear the children
Hear the children J‘

I They are talking to you I

I Hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow J“

I It is coming for you J“

I See the grass grow
See the grass grow I

I It whispers his name I

I See the fire blow
See the fire blow J‘

J‘ His heart in the flame J‘

[singing in Zulu]

[vocalizing]