[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]
[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
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]