All language subtitles for SHAKA Zulu - Ep. 02 (720p BluRay)

"The threat of Shaka Zulu
May be on the way soon

in the direction of the white settlers
residing in the Crown lands. "

Take care of the
Zulus, Bathurst,

or we will have the sad task
of finding someone who does.

I think I know To the perfect man,
Lieutenant Francis George Farewell.

I need courage, Worthing,
not patriotism.

Courage always has a price and in
this case it will be paid in ivory.

My goal is to get in touch With Shaka Zulu to secure an alliance
with His Majesty King George. Alliances are for civilized peoples,

Not for savages.

I think they do not
want to do us wrong.

I think they are taking me for
knowing how to speak their language.

What will we do now?

SHAKA ZULU

KWA BULAWAYO, VILLAGE
OF SHAKA, DECEMBER 1823

Bring it here!

What do you think, Ngomane?

A recognition group.
"That must be it."

What tribe do you belong to?

To the Dutch, Nkosi.

What is your role?
Are you a warrior?

Was a farmer, I
am now a teacher.

What do you teach?

I teach children
to read and write.

What is that?

Can I show it to you, Nkosi?

This word written means Shaka.

Is that me?

It is a visual
representation of your name.

And this is my name.

Piet.

What are these lines for?
Spells or witchcraft?

No, Nkosi, they serve

to convey 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.

I'm sure of that, Piet.

If the messengers do not represent
me as they should, they die.

The writing also serves to
keep what you say today,

so that it is transmitted
to future generations.

The only way to keep
ideas and feelings is

in the mind and in the heart.

Future generations will
hear the voice of the wind

that carries the
messages of the past,

of Shaka.

Yes and that voice will
speak of a tyrant.

Is that what white people think of me?
"Do you see me as a tyrant?"

That is the message that is
transmitted to them by the wind.

Do all our tongues speak?

Not everyone. But
they are learning.

Some are already
able to talk to you.

You are useful to me, white man.

Since you know our language,
I will honor you.

From now on you are a Zulu

and you will be my interpreter.

You are going to teach
my people your language.

And to your people mine.

If you do well, you
will be rewarded.

If I do not like you,

I kill all members
of your group.

Do you understand?

Ngomane, I want the armies assembled
on the next full moon night.

Because of half a
dozen men, Nkosi?

Men who come in peace?

Are you my friend, Ngomane?
- Yes, Nkosi.

Still knowing that I can
kill you at any moment?

That is the basis
of our friendship.

We share a life, mine.
Ndabezitha.

And so it will be with whites.

When they understand that
I can kill their people

from one moment to
another, there...

I'll talk about friendship.

It was with some fear that
we embarked on what would be

a 10 day trip to Kwa Bulawayo.

We cross amazing landscapes,

where nature seemed not to
care about our presence.

And we had a vision capable of
cheering any fortune hunter.

Farewell did not lie
when he promised men

more ivory than
they could carry,

but then they gave
us to understand

that there would be no hunting
without the authorization of Shaka.

When crossing the many villages
that were scattered on the horizon,

there were people hiding

and others that met at a distance
and looked with admiration.

Of course it became apparent that
they were leading us by a detour,

with the intention of showing the wealth,
order and discipline of the kingdom.

No doubt it was impressive,
especially the military villages.

Scattered over the horizon
in intervals of 16 to 22 km

and confirmed the suspicion
that Shaka was able to gather

a powerful army, able to seep into
the British forces for the sea.

Without our realizing it,

Our plan had changed the
direction of Shaka's attack,

So to impress us with
a show of power,

he regrouped troops
in the capital

and thus liberated the
borders of Cape Town.

On the seventh day, we
arrive at a small village,

equal to the others,

but where the expression
"abuse of luck" happened

to have a new meaning, for us

because I was ready to get
involved in a situation

that would have
dangerous consequences

in our future relationship
with the king of the Zulus.

I imagine that man with the skin
of the color of the spirits should

be well received at a funeral.

Lower it, yes? Download it!

Fynn!

What the hell do you think
you're about to do?

She is alive, she moved.

Someone who tells them to download it!
Lower it!

You're warning us not to go

or Isangoma, the fortuneteller,
can accuse us of Abathakathi,

witchcraft. And we
can end up dead.

It is alive! With high
fever, but alive.

We have to take her
back to the village.

What a sight, Fynn!

What a sight!

Needless to say, Francis saw
this as a means to an end,

but none of us realized the
gravity of the situation.

I interfered in the natural
course of life and death.

And now he had to be
able to save the girl,

for us to survive.

I'm going to need
more water, Tim.

The already tense atmosphere,

created by the presence
of the healer,

watching every movement
with raw opposition,

was intensified by the threatening
sounds of the royal regiments

who passed by at night in the
direction of the capital.

That made Shaka's army...

omnipresent.

Where is the water?

It is here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Are there signs of life?
- I think so.

Come on!

Come on, wake up!

Now we will be
executed for sorcery!

On the contrary, they believe
that he resurrected it.

Farewell, that's blasphemous

and absurd.

But very useful.

- Can be our salvation.
- How is that?

Anyway, resurrected it.

And it would be foolish not
to take advantage of that.

An unscrupulous man can
easily become a god

in this country, can not.

Lieutenant?

- I do not want to get into that.
"I expected that."

But when he knows of this
miracle, and he will know,

you can not deny it.

But in addition, Fynn,

This fits perfectly into his
diabolical notion of King Zulu,

Who better to deal with
diabolical matters than...

you, Dr. Fynn.

And so began the eighth day of
our journey to Kwa Bulawayo.

The Zulus gave us the
name of swallows,

just like those tough birds,

We crossed the sea
as if by magic.

Unknowingly, our trip
was being watched

by one of the kingdom's most
powerful isangomas or healers.

The news of our
feat spread quickly

and we knew that the healers
did not like what we did.

That night, when camping on the
bank of a river near the capital,

She, Sitaye, from whom we
will hear later, continued

to Kwa Bulawayo to have a
private audience with the king.

You can not find
these men, Baba,

- It is dangerous.
- Why?

For finding that your
powers surpass yours?

Do you manage to raise the dead?
"Careful, Baba."

Those who want to use magic,

end up being them who serve you.

We do not need their powers.

You are a Zulu. The
heavens belong to you.

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!

Remember the prophecy.

Do not provoke ancestors,

looking for powers

that do not belong to you,

but the heavens will destroy you

through your own blood.

My God!

Is that an exclamation
or a prayer?

We have issue for the report
to the Colonial Cabinet, Tim.

Just a few words.

There is no possibility!

Do not be pessimists, gentlemen.

Think that we are about to enter
land that no white man ever saw.

It's a great time!

Our names will
remain in the story.

In whose history? In
ours or in theirs?

If it was to bet, Tim, I would say
it will probably be in theirs.

We have to wait here
until he calls us.

Who wants to get out of here?

Ndabezitha.

Whites came, Sigidi.
- I want to see them.

That girl, Mgobozi, who
was said to have risen,

Was she really dead?

"Yes, Ndabezitha."
I think I was.

Tell the chief and the isangome that
they can enter the royal village.

Ndabezitha.

Whites are illusionists, Shaka.

They work with the illusion.

You taught us to live reality.

Although each has 100 lives,

none would be worth a
single life of a good Zulu,

for we are superior.

The leopard is also
superior, Mgobozi.

He is sovereign among us.

Every day of your life is worth
100 days in the life of a crow.

If they offered wings
to the leopard,

He would be silly if he
did not accept them.

= No, Shaka. The kingdom of
the leopard is on earth.

On earth he is the Lord.

In heaven would be a victim.

If white people give you wings

it's because they want to
make you, their victim.

Did you hear, Ngomane? I
spend some days with whites

and already fears for the
safety of the state.

Their powers must
be really great.

Ndabezitha.

Mgobozi!

Do not abuse our
friendship again.

Ndabezitha.

Well, head up! Chest out!

Make us realize that
we dominate the world.

It's too late to pretend,
do not you think, Francis?

On the contrary, the
comedy is beginning now.

And the best thing is to
make money from the public.

- I was never a good actor.
- At least, try,

we just pass those gates,

something tells me
that we will attend

a well-planned
dramatic performance.

And what do you have
in mind, Otello?

Are they many, right?

I am glad to see you, Mr. Vegte.

Not so much as me to see them, Mr.
Farewell and Mr. Fynn.

What do we do now?

At this moment, he is
intrigued with our horses.

Want to know more about them, especially
in relation to speed and resistance.

- Where is he?
- Back there, watching.

I see.

That's how I thought, Mr. Fynn.

The curtain opens and the
first act begins. Here we go!

What happens?

Francis, I think we are
ready to make a career.

We are going to show
you how it is done.

- What do you think?
- I do not know,

but I hope God helps us.

How do you feel, Mr. Wilkins?

Nervous.

I imagine.

I think we made a mistake.

Why? Do you think we should
have lost on purpose?

- I would have been more diplomatic.
- No,

The most diplomatic
thing to do is

show Shaka that we
are not clowns.

His Colonial Cabinet has
no idea who's in front.

This broke the ice, did not it?

Break the ice?

It is more than that.

By demonstrating that he
can tame that animal,

He is proving that
He can also tame us.

I fear our position will be
more precarious than ever.

There was no doubt as to
the thoroughness of Shaka.

Intentionally delayed our
arrival to prepare the capital.

And so he used that time
to make sure we saw

the extent of your power
before you know it.

Our gifts also reported

how much we underestimate
his intelligence.

He was not impressed and hardly
looked at the merchandise,

handing them over to the
ladies of the court.

But as always, our real host...

never ceased to amaze us.

Actually, the presentation of the
black emperor would be, only,

the first of many
disturbing experiences.

Tell him that gifts come

on behalf of his
fellow King George.

He wants to see those things
in his face, Mr. Fynn,

your lenses.

This man does not want to
see the world as he is.

Does anyone want?

Thank you.

So touching!

Hundreds of poets

and never thought of giving
a mirror to a fallen angel.

He wants to know
what Jorge is like.

Tell him he is tall and powerful.
Similar to the Great Elephant.

He wants to see the
wood that gives music.

How does he know about that?

A man as powerful as he has
eyes and ears everywhere.

Now go!

Yes, sir.

If Francis was playing
a strategy game,

I could not have chosen
a better opponent.

He asks

to whom belongs the life in your country.
"To the king or to the subjects?"

In our country each one
owns his life and no more,

Including the king. Tell him!

He asks if his King can
force them to go to war.

Yes.

And can they die in the war?

Yes.

Then they are wrong,

Your King controls other lives.

Life here belongs to Shaka.

Her life belongs to Shaka.

And they could not resurrect it without
the authorization of the Great Elephant.

Will kill her.

What the hell do you think
you're going to do?

For God's sake, we
have to stop it.

- We can not stop it!
- What do you want me to do?

- That I stay here attending? "Yes,
Fynn." That is what we have to do.

He says that in the future.

They will use their powers only for
the benefit of the Great Elephant.

He says that if white people
actually have those powers,

show them.

They who...

resurrect her again.

Tell the King that we
disobeyed him once

and we will not do it again.

From now on our
powers will be used

just for the benefit of it.

Tell him!

He says it is exactly for the
benefit of the Great Elephant

that the swallows have to
demonstrate their powers.

Fynn,

Resolve it.

Are you crazy?

No, I'm not crazy.

But you should be when you
jumped into that grave.

Now move or we will
be digging our pit.

Whites are illusionists, Shaka.

They work with the illusion.

You taught us to live reality.

Give him the box, Mr. Ogle.

To win this game we have
to play much better,

because the pieces
were on the table

and a checkmate
could be our death.