The Color Purple

(sister 1) Nettie. - Nettie: Come on.

(sister 1) We're gonna be late. - Oh, hush.

Just live a little.

Nettie, wait! (laughs)

Subtitle by Sailor420

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Let's get a move on.

Celie, you're slow as mud.

She going as fast as she can, Pa.

She say the baby been kicking.

What you gonna call your baby, chile?

If it's a boy, I'ma name him Adam, like in the Bible.

Ain't that precious?

Nettie. Celie. Get up here.

Yes'em, Pa.

And with all her strength, the girl returned to work in the field.

But it was so hot, she could barely stand.

The overseer yelled at her till she got to her feet.

Frightened, she turned to her mama and asked--

Let me say it. This my favorite part.

Just like Mama used to read it.

The girl was floating above the ground, but she wasn't flying yet.

She got nervous that the overseer would catch her,

and without faith, she fell to the ground hard.

When can I wear it, Ma?

Not now, baby, but soon.

Soon.

Mm-hmm.

This color's gonna look like heaven on you.

All right.

Now, give me your hand.

I want you to feel the needle.

Mmm. - Feel it?

I want you to feel the cloth. Feel it.

Yes, Mama. - All right. I want you to try.

Okay.

Now, don't be scared. Don't be scared.

Push it through there. That's good. That's good.

I broke my water.

Hold still. I'll get the midwife.

You're doing just fine, Miss Celie.

I just need you to push one more time.

Almost there.

One more push. Come on.

There. (baby cries)

It's a little boy.

There he is.

Here's Mommy.

Oh.

Adam. - Adam.

You nursed that baby yet?

I had a boy, Pa. - (father) Hand him here.

I'll give him to God.

Same as I did the other.

Let me have just one more day with him.

No.

I can help Celie with the baby.

I'll even help pull some of her weight 'round the house.

No. That baby mine. I take him if I want to.

Give him here.

You think he killing my babies?

I believe he give 'em to God, just like he say.

But they mine.

How come God don't give 'em back?

Afternoon.

More like early evening, but howdy.

Early evening?

That means it's getting late, gal. Let me give you a ride home.

I ain't nobody's gal but my ma,

and she dead.

You can call me Nettie.

Oh, Lord. He singing.

And he poetical too.

My sister made it.

Now you lying.

I'm a tomboy, and I likes to climb trees.

I got corns, bunions and blisters. Ain't nothing pretty about my feet.

Now leave me be.

Name's Mister.

Extra! Extra!

You, sir! Want your newspaper?

Thank you, sir. - Good day, young man.

Extra! Extra!

Who wants the paper?

Olivia.

You know who I is?

Yeah. I's your ma.

Celie! (gasps)

Get your narrow behind back to work.

Celie! (gasps)

Celie!

Where was you?

Sweeping the porch.

Get upstairs.

Morning, Alfonso.

What can I do you for?

I wants to ask for your Nettie's hand.

Needs me a wife.

You gonna need more than that from what I hear.

Besides, Nettie too smart.

She gonna be a schoolteacher.

But I'll let you have Celie, though,

for a cow and a couple of eggs.

She ugly as homemade sin, but will work hard like a man.

Celie. That's what you call that thing walked in your store?