All language subtitles for SHAKA Zulu - Ep. 05 (720p BluRay)

If you hurt my mother
again, I'll kill you.

If the child is still alive, it will generate
a terrible change in the current life.

The blood will tell the truth.

We have to leave, immediately.

We have to kill him now,
before he can start a new era.

They are burning our barn. "Shaka,
come back. You have to stop it."

It's time for me to learn a lesson, Mother.
We have to respond.

He will never leave
an enemy behind.

- You are welcome here.
- Thank you.

SHAKA ZULU

ZULUS REAL VILLAGE

Beware of that.
Do not damage it.

Bring the cows here.

Shaka now has a brother, Ngwadi.

The father is Gendeyana.

Things will change.

How?

When we helped him to flee, it was because I
thought it was the best thing for our people.

Now I know he was right.

King Kondlo of the Qwabes and
Makedama of the Elangeni want him.

Whether it is friendship or fear,
everyone wants it on their side.

While we, who know the
prophecy well, remain silent.

I think it's time for Shaka to take
his place in this royal family.

Do not know the father,

beyond the stories that
the mother tells him.

It's time for you
to tell the truth.

And what is the truth?

That you love him.

You never stop
surprising me, sister.

Your son will soon be a man

and will claim his right
to the throne of Amazulu.

Conquer it again, brother. I told him
of that woman, before it was too late.

Before we repent of
having saved his life.

KINGDOM OF THE QWABES
VILLAGE OF KONDLO, 1802

Luthuli.

Ndabezitha, my prince.

I bring you a message from
your father, King Senzagakona.

He regrets the fact that his son has
opted to wander through distant lands

and live in unknown realms.

Ask him to return to
his ancestors' home,

so you can, publicly and
in front of your people,

be proclaimed heir to the throne
of the royal family Zulu.

What about my mother?

My king barely mentioned
the son's return.

- Did you say heir, Luthuli?
- Yes, Ndabezitha.

Very good.

Tell my father that I will be the
heir to the throne of the Amazulu.

Ndabezitha.

We bring together young
people who are old

to become men.

Today, you, are going to
be transformed into men.

But first accept the spear

and the shield of war, as symbols
of which they are prepared.

To fight and to be the
protection of the Amazulu.

Today they will
receive the umnaele,

the symbol of your maturity.

Shaka Zulu, heir to the
Zulu throne, approximates.

Wear it with pride...

my son.

With pride? Do I have
to use it with pride?

And spit on my mother's pride?

Where were you, when
we almost starved?

Persecuted by the
scum of these lands?

Now that your calf has
become a bull with horns,

Do you want to have
it in the real house?

I accept the spear
and the shield,

symbols that make
me a Zulu warrior,

but this...

I accept it just
because I am bound.

As I did all that I am...

by force.

If my mother is not a real wife,

then I do not know anyone with
the name Senzagakona ka Jama.

Enough!

Get out of the
land of the Zulus!

At dusk, the warriors will go after you and
if they catch you, they will kill you. Go.

Mudli, I will be king!

The fate of Shaka was again
guided by the Isayoma Sitaye.

On that night, when escaping
from the father's warriors,

Legend has it, she made him meet
with an ambush in the jungle.

Although he did not realize
what he did that night,

would go later to the realization
of the prophecy of Isangoma.

Here we separate, Shaka.

I have to go to that side,

but I hope when we
are no longer lost,

we can meet again in more
pleasant circumstances.

Go, before the Zulus find you.

Shaka,

thanks.

The two fugitives, Dingiswayo and
Shaka, are in fact to be reunited,

but in quite different
circumstances.

One will become king
of a powerful domain

and the other would
still be a fugitive.

The years passed and
Shaka continued

living as the subject of King Kondlo of
the Qwabes in the village of Gendeyana,

together with the mother,

moving from teenager
to a powerful warrior.

The reputation of skilled fighter
conquered adepts among the Zulus

and threatened the
father's heirs.

And they should be
pretty worried,

Sitaye maintains spiritual
influence over Shaka's fate,

as he approached the goal
she had prepared for him.

ZULUS REAL VILLAGE

Since that unfortunate initiation
ceremony a few years ago,

that he continues to
defame you, Nkosi.

Challenged in public your supremacy
as leader of the Zulu people

and now forbade
your real shepherd

to bring your flock to graze
in the lands of the Qwabes.

If we can not challenge
it, people will think

that we fear the superstitions
that surround it.

He is no longer your calf, Nkosi,
is a bull trying the horns.

Honestly, old man, his reaction
should not surprise us.

After so many years
of forced exile,

We should have foreseen this
hostility on your part.

Maybe, but it would
be crazy to allow it,

especially because these
hostilities overcome the betrayal.

We have to bring him back, Baba,
accuse him of high treason

and if found guilty, execute
it according to the laws.

This is a vicious circle, Mudli.

Exiled to avoid death.

And now the death penalty
is a result of exile.

Maybe, sister,

you find another way to save it.

My goal, Nkosi, was
never to save him.

Personally, I only want what
is best for the people.

Iran Dingane or Sigivana
to face after your death?

The Amazulus would
enter a civil war.

With the support he is getting
among your people, you can win.

The old man is right. We are
facing an act of high treason,

but at the end of
who's to blame,

the boy or the mother?

- Baba, I want...
- Let her finish, Mudli.

Can we say that Shaka's words are
the fruit of his disloyalty?

Or are they, in truth, a
provocation of the mother?

Council Members, no doubt
that the boy has power.

All your actions prove it.
Why destroy that power,

if we can still use
it for our people?

He is young, can
still be molded,

but we have to destroy
that woman's influence.

We have to prosecute her
for treason and sorcery.

And if found guilty, execute it.

You talk about witchcraft.

It seems that blinded you.

What does it take to open their eyes?
"The king's death?"

Enough.

We expect too much, Mudli.

Find it and bring
it back, alive.

GENDEYANA VILLAGE 1815

You have to go with your mother.

I will have it with us
as soon as possible.

Shaka will take care of you.

Now go.

Go in peace, my daughter.

Take care of them, Shaka.
They need you more than ever.

If you change your mind, Baba, we will
be on the bank of the Umfungazi river.

We waited for three days.

If you do not come, we
will continue the trip.

She does not belong to me.

I was never destined to belong.

I will never forget you, Baba.

For what you did for
us and for her.

Now go, before it's too late.

Do you think
Gendeyana will come?

No, but they come.

It is their reputation
that is at stake.

Find them!

They are here! Find them!

- They left. Here he is alone.
- Where did they go?

Answer, where did they go?

I will not tell them anything.

They can not be far,
we will find them!

Go to Grandma's camp. At most
we will meet there in a week.

Mother, this is the
last time you run away.

Hurry! We have to go!

I live!

It will not hurt to delay it a little.
Will make things easier.

He is down there!

Release that man!

Hold it!

If they do not
help him, he dies.

For he will die but not before
he is accused of treason.

Now, grab it!

Leave that man alone.
"Drop it, I told you so."

You have nothing to do
with this, old man.

- Shaka belongs to us.
- They are in the territory of the Mtetwa.

Your internal affairs
here have no value.

- Hold it.
- I suggest...

do not do that, Zulu.

Who is going to stop us, you?

No, but they do.

- These Zulus are far from home.
- What are they doing here?

Good question.

- Move. Take him to the village.
"Very well, hold him."

Kuta. Watch the Zulus. "I'm
going to see how things are."

And now, Father?

- Will he survive?
- I'll do my best.

MTINGWA DOMINATE OF DINGISWAYO

- A Zulu you say. Are you sure?
- Yes, Nkosi.

- What is he called?
- They say their name is Shaka.

The Zulus are waiting for him, but
I left the troops watching them,

to make sure they do not hit him. You
have to be treated as well as possible.

- What do you mean by that?
- The case is serious.

It looks like it
may not survive.

I am understanding. I want
to see him just fine.

Shaka, the fugitive,
is now to be rewarded

for that night in the
jungle, many years ago,

when he postponed escape from
danger to help a stranger.

What he did not know at the time

was that the man, whose life he
saved, was indeed Prince Mtetwa.

Get up, Shaka.

I am very happy because
you have recovered.

It seems that our destinations
are linked, Shaka.

- Godongwana?
- Dingiswayo, the traveler.

Let it happen.

I do not want to look rude,

But what are you doing here?

I try to govern the agitated hearts of
my people in the best possible way.

And you, what are
you doing here?

I try to flee from the agitated hearts
of my people in the best possible way.

In the end what story is
that about a betrayal?

I am not absolutely sure, but
I think my father decided

that a dead child is less
inconvenient than a living one.

- What do you want me to say?
- Whatever you think is best.

I want you out of
my kingdom at dusk.

- What's up?
- It usually works.

- What do I tell my king, Nkosi?
- That your child is my guest.

My son, invited him?

Was that just what he said?

Nkosi, staying so angry
does not solve anything.

From the day it was conceived,

This Shaka only brought
me dishonor and scandal.

Because of his cause I almost
declared war on the Elangeni twice.

And now, two dozen of my
warriors return empty-handed

and tell me that he lives under the
protection of the powerful Dingiswayo,

king of the future most powerful
dominion of these lands.

That child is already
on my throne,

because he makes the
decisions for me

and manipulates the destiny of my
family through his powerful friends.

We are going to be
practically isolated.

It is time to impose myself.

The time came to declare war.

But, Nkosi, declaring war
on the Mtetwa is suicide.

There are ten of them
for each one of us.

- But maybe, if we try to talk...
- No, Mudli.

No more messengers
and arguments.

We are less, but Dingiswayo
has other enemies,

as the King Pungashe
of the Buthelezi.

Certainly he and I are going to see
that we now have a lot in common.

War. There is no other possibility.
Our dignity is at stake.

And maybe even...

my throne.

UNITED KINGDOM MTETWA MILESTONE

I am talking about the king.
You look like old friends.

What did you do, did
you save your life?

Yes.

Shaka had finally found a
protector in Dingiswayo,

a man who dreamed of peace,
unity and national identity

for the peoples of his regime.

Dingiswayo started the
realization of a dream,

that would eventually
be terminated by Shaka.

Did you learn to sleep in
the open like a soldier?

I already told you to fix this.

Just know how to keep
them on the line.

You are going to sleep here.

You sleep there.

I'm going to let you
do the presentations.

I am Mgobozi.

This is Dabla, that is Nqoboka.

That is Mtonga.

The one over there is Joko.

- Where is my place?
- Here.

I do not care about his
friends, he makes me nervous.

- Who?
- The Zulu.

It's the first day of him here and
he tells me how to lead my regiment.

- What did he say?
- You do not have to say anything.

It is his eyes that spoke.

I never saw a damn arrogant.

Are not you exaggerating
a bit, Bhuza?

Everyone gets a bit defensive
when they get here.

Give him time to get
used to military life.

He will surely get used
to the military life.

I'll make sure of that.

He is able to be the best
soldier we ever had.

Only if you change
your attitude.

Men like this can become
dangerous in combat.

It is too independent.

This is ridiculous.

It would be impossible to hit
an elephant at this distance.

Excuse me, General.

- Yes?
- The fronts are very separate.

- Very separated?
- Yes.

When the throws reach the enemy,
they are already without force.

I understand. "And what
do we have to do?"

Attacking them approaching us,

to be able to pull the
spears more accurately.

Maybe even stab the enemy.

The traditional
distance is 50 steps.

I know, sir. But I think
it is not effective.

Is not it effective?

Wars are made like this since
the beginning of time.

And you arrive here and you
say that it is not efficient?

Yes, general.

- Who do you think you are?
- A soldier.

Trying to do my job in
the best way possible.

You do not understand that if we
attack them, will they attack us too?

If they had more casualties,
we will have them too.

I thought about that.

That's why I think we have
to make bigger shields,

in order to cover
the whole body.

So we can get close
and stay protected.

We are already using the cabins
to protect ourselves, right?

Too heavy, general.

The distance is 50 steps.

The size of the shields is maintained.
Do you understand?

- Yes, general.
- Now go back to your regiment.

And if you have any other brilliant
idea, save it for yourself.

I do not like scoundrels.

Yes, general.

I just need you to say that
the spears are too long.

But see if they are, general.

Where are your sandals?

They are here, I am late.

I will not need them.

Are you saying that your feet are
more resistant than bovine skin?

Yes, general.

Turn that off with your foot.

As I said, General. I
will not need them.

I do not care if you can put
out a volcano with those feet.

You are a soldier.
Soldiers wear sandals.

Put them back.

Yes, general.

Generals like Bhuza
are dangerous.

You have no imagination.

It's smart as a stone.

And so it must be. Soldiers
take orders without thinking.

Yes, Mgobozi. The soldiers, yes.

But the generals, no.

War has to be a vital
and creative process.

What is creative about killing?

A man chosen to deal with
life and death in battles.

It has to be an artist.
"But he's just a killer."

What is the difference?

You'll see it when we
fight the Dlamini people.

This battle will be the launch
in the military career of Shaka.

Battles were always conducted in
the form of a jousting tournament.

These include
demonstrative gestures

and the occasional throwing
of spears with a long handle.

When the accessories were finished,
the warriors joined the backers,

They sang and verbally
attacked the enemies,

trying to overcome
the opponents.

Sometimes some might
try to invade,

others could be
injured or defeated,

but it was mostly a party.

At the end of the day, at
the end of the battle,

There was talk of a war won by
submission and not by destruction.

Shaka did not understand
things like that.

- Is this just it? Is this a war?
- Yes.

With all the bloody details.

Not if I can avoid it.

Where do you think it goes?
"He can not do that.

I do not think he knows what
he means "can not", general.