All language subtitles for Wicked.SingAlong.2024.1080p.MA.WEB.ENG

MAN: Glinda, exactly
how dead is she?

GLINDA: Because there
has been so much rumor

and speculation...

let me tell you the whole story.

According to the
Time Dragon Clock,

the melting occurred
at the 13th hour.

The direct result
of a bucket of water

thrown by a female child.

Yes, the Wicked Witch
of the West is dead!

Good news! The
Witch! She'’s dead!

Come out! Come out! She'’s gone!

GIRL: Munchkins, she'’s dead!

BOY: Good news!

Munchkins, wake up!

GIRL: Come out! Come
out! She'’s gone!

BOY: Good news!

The Wicked Witch is dead!

MAN: Look! It'’s Glinda!

- Hi!
- Glinda!

It'’s good to see me, isn'’t it?

Ah.

Fellow Ozians, let me
set the record straight.

Yes...

the Wicked Witch of
the West is dead.

- GIRL: But, Miss Glinda?
- Yes?

Why does Wickedness happen?

That'’s a good question.

One many people
find confusifying.

Are people born Wicked?

Or do they have Wickedness
thrust upon them?

After all, the Wicked
Witch had a childhood.

She had a father,
who, by the way,

had been appointed
governor of Munchkinland.

I'’m off to the Assembly, dear.

GLINDA: And she had a
mother, as so many do.

GLINDA: Like every family,

they had their secrets.

MAN: Oh.

GLINDA: And one
thing led to another,

as it so often does.

GLINDA: But from the
moment the Witch was born,

- she was...
- GOVERNOR: Dulcibear!

GLINDA: well...

different.

- It'’s coming.
- Now?

The baby'’s coming.

Oh, and how!

Oh, sweet Oz.

MRS. THROPP: What is
it? What'’s wrong?

Green.

Take it away.

Take it away!

Oh.

It'’s all right, little one.

Shh.

We'’ll look after you.

- Oh.
- GLINDA: So her nanny,

Dulcibear, raised her.

And as she grew, so
did her challenges.

GOVERNOR: Dulcibear.

DULCIBEAR: Coming, Governor.

Little one, watch
your baby sister.

Just a clock tick.

Oh, Nessarose.

Don'’t you worry.

I'’m here.

Now, you want to see
something amazing?

Yeah.

This is all about our
wonderful Wizard of Oz.

Do you know how he got here?

NESSAROSE: No.

From the sky.

In a balloon. See?

Then he built a city
made of emeralds,

'’cause he loves emeralds.

Even though they are green.

And, Nessa, you want
to know a secret?

If
you get to meet him,

he grants your heart'’s desire.

BOY: Elphaba Thropp...

ALL : Green on top.

Someone run and tell her

that everyone can smell her.

GIRL: Ew, green and ugly?

She'’s so green.

BOY: Where did you come from?

You don'’t belong here.

Stop!

BOY: Ow!

GOVERNOR: Elphaba!

Elphaba Thropp!

What have you done this time?

Okay. That'’s okay.

Come to Daddy.

And now you'’ve made
your sister cry.

Let'’s go get you a
beautiful piece of cake

for the beautiful girl.

It'’s all right, little one.

He shouldn'’t have blamed you.

GOVERNOR: Dulcibear.

- Shall we go inside, Nessa?
- Hmm.

GLINDA: And so...

it couldn'’t have been easy.

Whoo! Yep.

Well, this has been fun.

As you can imagine, I
have much to attend to

with the Wizard'’s
unexpected departure.

So if there are no further
questions, I'’m gonna go.

Glinda, is it true
you were her friend?

What?

Sorry. One sec.

What?

Is it true you were her friend?

Friend?

Yes.

I-I mean, I did know her.

That is,

our paths did cross.

At school.

But you must understand,

it was a long time ago.

Hi!

- Hi!
- Galinda, hi!

POPSICLE: Oh, we'’re
so proud of you.

Oh, thank you.

I love you. Just remember,
it'’s not goodbye,

- it'’s farewell.
- MOMSIE: We love you.

- You have all your cases?
- Yes.

- And you will write?
- Yes.

- I love you. It'’s that time.
- MOMSIE: Bye, darling.

Miss you already.

Popsicle, board the boat.

They are gonna miss me so much.

My parents don'’t
even know I left.

Uh, uh...

I'’m Boq.

I'’m from Munchkinland.

Hmm.

I know we don'’t really know
each other yet, but I...

You know what I believe, Bick?

It'’s Bick... It'’s Boq.

That strangers are just
people I'’ve never met.

Hmm.

Bye.

Oh, Oz.

What?

What are you staring at?

Do I have something in my teeth?

No, it'’s just...

You'’re green.

I am.

Fine. Let'’s get this over with.

No, I am not seasick.

No, I did not eat
grass as a child.

And, yes, I'’ve
always been green.

Well, I, for one, am so sorry

that you have been
forced to live with...

this.

Is that so?

Yes.

And it is my intention
to major in sorcery.

So, if at some point,

you wanted to address the, um...

problem...

Problem.

Perhaps I could help.

PFANNEE: She'’s so good.

- She'’s so good.
- You'’re so good. We love you.

Thank you.

All right.

Offering to help someone
that you don'’t know

with skills that
you don'’t have.

I'’m sure everyone
is duly impressed.

I could care less
what others think.

Couldn'’t.

What?

You "couldn'’t" care less
what other people think.

Though I... I doubt that.

GOVERNOR: Elphaba!

Elphaba Thropp!

Ah. This is my younger
sister, Nessarose.

As you can see, she'’s
a perfectly acceptable color.

Stop making
a spectacle of yourself.

I was trying to be nice.

SHENSHEN: You were so
nice and good and correct.

- Did I do something bad? I was...
- No.

GALINDA: How did
that come across?

PFANNEE: I don'’t see
color, by the way.

My precious little girl.

Father.

A parting gift.

Mother'’s jeweled shoes.

So they can all see
how beautiful you are

right down to your toes.

NESSAROSE: Thank you.

Thank you so
much. I love them.

GOVERNOR: Let me put
them with your boxes.

Of course.

I shouldn'’t have
sprouted off like that.

No, you shouldn'’t have.

Today is...

The start of your new life.

New friends.

New books.

I'’m excited for you.

I'’ll miss you.

No, you won'’t.

You'’ll be having
too good a time.

MISS CODDLE:
All new Shiz students,

please report to the quad.

- Don'’t help me.
- Don'’t help her.

She'’ll be fine.

MISS CODDLE:
All new Shiz students,

please report to the quad.

- Oh, hey. Nice to meet you.
- Hi.

Nice to meet you, too.

ELPHABA: We should head back.

- Go with her.
- What?

Just until she'’s safely
settled in her room.

Make sure she has
everything she needs.

Father, she'’s on her own now.

- I can'’t just...
- Just stop jabbering!

Just do what I say!

If anything should
happen to her...

SHIZ PRESIDENT: Thank
you for your contribution

to our university.

And rounding out the
rest of our faculty,

we have two scholars eminent
in their respective fields

of forestry and agriculture...

as well as Professor Mombi
of the Biological Arts,

and, of course, the head
of our history department,

Dr. Dillamond.

You know, except for
our wonderful Wizard,

true magic has
become all too rare,

which is why...

we are privileged
to have our esteemed

Dean of Sorcery Studies,
Madame Morrible.

Oh.

Could you...

I don'’t...

Oh, my goodness, it'’s
really her.

MADAME MORRIBLE:
Welcome, new students.

And congratulotions for
having been accepted to Shiz.

Whether you'’ll be
studying law, logic

or linguification,

I know I speak for my
fellow faculty members

when I say we have nothing

but the highest hopes
for some of you.

And now, Miss Coddle,
if you please.

MISS CODDLE: I am Miss Coddle,

Head Shizstress.

And these are your
dormitory designations

and room assignments.

Good luck, and welcome to Shiz!

Madame Morrible, hi.

I am Galinda Upland.

Of the Upper Uplands.

If this is regarding
room assignments...

Oh, thank you so much,

but I'’ve already been
assigned a private suite.

This is about my application
to your sorcery seminar.

Perhaps you recall my essay,

"Magic Wands, Need
They Have a Point?"

Well, dear, I don'’t teach
my seminar every semester.

Of course, if someone very
special were to come along...

Exactly.

This is why I wanted
to talk to you. Um...

We'’ll be in touch.

There you are.

Mwah!

- Miss Nessarose, isn'’t it?
- Yes.

- The Governor'’s daughter?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh. How tragically
beautiful you are.

It is such an honor
to...

I'’m the other daughter.

I'’m beautifully tragic.

The other daughter?

Elphaba, what are you doing?

Well,
I wasn'’t made aware.

I know. I was just...

Not to fret.

Just a slight gulch.

We'’ll find someplace
to hide you.

I mean "house" you.

That won'’t be necessary.

I'’m not enrolled.

Oh, good.

Why are you still here?

I'’m sorry, Nessa.
Father insisted that...

Oh, the Governor
made his concern

- for your sister quite apparent.
- Wait.

Please assure him I am
honored to help her.

Well, she doesn'’t
need your help.

Stop. I just need
to find my room.

I'’ll bring you there myself.

- Miss Coddle, I-I don'’t think you...
- Now...

Miss Coddle, I promised
my father that I...

- NESSAROSE: I don'’t want help.
- Can you... Stop, Miss Coddle.

- ELPHABA: She can do it alone.
- I'’m fine.

- Please let go.
- Please, you don'’t understand!

Stop!

Let her go!

This was my chance,
my new start.

I'’m sorry, Nessa. I just...

I didn'’t...

Magic is merely
the mind'’s attempt

to wrap itself around
the impossible.

Yes...

that was me.

To prepare you to
expect the unexpected

here at Shiz.

- Did you visually see that?
- Yeah.

I simply must get
into her seminar.

And speaking of the unexpected.

Which of you would volunteer

- to share a room with...
- Ow.

Ow.

Madame Morrible, um...

Thank you, dear.

That is very good of you.

What?

Miss?

Elphaba.

Elphaba.

You can room with Miss Galinda.

Wh-What? I... What?

MADAME MORRIBLE: Now,
go. All of you, go.

Go.

And you.

Come with me.

Of course.

Not you.

You.

I would like to
teach you privately

and take no other students.

ELPHABA: Uh,
thank you so much.

What happened?

What happened?

Something is very wrong.

I didn'’t get my way.

- I need to lie down.
- Yes. Good.

- Okay. Get her.
- I need to lie down.

- Get her. Get her.
- Go, go, go. Grab her.

- GALINDA: How?
- We need a pastry.

- Nurse!
- We need a pastry.

ELPHABA: Thank you
for covering for me.

And I'’m humbled by
your munificent offer,

but my father would
never allow it.

Leave your father to me. I'’ll
speak to him immediately.

So...

how long have you
had this talent?

Talent, uh...

No, uh...

Something just...

Something just takes
over me, and...

Something I can'’t control.

And when it does,
bad things happen.

If you can learn to use your
powers in the right way.

Miss Elphaba...

The Wizard?

Welcome to Shiz.

See you in class.

Ooh.

Come in.

GALINDA: The rest of my bags
should be arriving shortly.

Do you really
think this is fair?

Oh, I do not.

I was promised a private suite.

But thanks for asking.

Hmm.

- Wait. Uh...
- What?

- What?
- I was just...

I was just gonna close the door.

Oh, well, could you not?

I'’m sorry. I just...

I so enjoy air.

You know what I mean?

Ah.

Oh, I saved you some
space, by the way.

Just in here.

It'’s great.

It was nothing.

Roommates do these
things for each other.

So I'’ve been told.

And in return, perhaps
you could, um...

let'’s see... put in a good word
for me with Madame Morrible?

Deal?

That was you down there
who made all that happen.

I know it was.

You heard Madame Morrible.

How did you do it?
Tell me, please.

I can keep a secret.

Fine.

Be that way.

But it really is rather
selfish on your part.

You know, I asked really nicely,
and I saved you this whole drawer...

I don'’t know.
I'’ve never known.

There. Enjoy the air.

GALINDA: "Dearest darlingest
Momsie and Popsicle."

ELPHABA: "My dear father.

Thank you for agreeing
to let me stay."

"Guess what."

ELPHABA: "In regards
to our request

that I move in with Nessa..."

"I can'’t hear your guesses

because this is a letter."

"I know how much
she wants to be..."

"So I'’ll just tell you."

Blonde.

Well...

GALINDA: Oh!

Boo!

All right. All right, everyone.

Settle down, ladies
and gentlemen.

Settle down.

Quiet. Quiet, everyone.

Now then, I have read
your most recent essays,

and I am amazed to
report some progress.

- Although, some of us...
- Thank you.

Still tend to favor
form over content,

Miss : Glinda.

Oh, actually, it'’s "Ga-linda."

With a "Ga." Mmm.

DR. DILLAMOND: Yes, of course.

Glinda.

- No, it'’s...
- Not even close.

Um, I don'’t see
what the problem is.

You know, every other professor

- manages to pronouncify my name.
- Mm-hmm.

Maybe the pronuncification
of your precious name

is not the sole focus of
Dr. Dillamond'’s life.

Maybe Dr. Dillamond is not
like every other professor.

Maybe some of us
are just different.

Well...

it seems the
artichoke is steamed.

PFANNEE: The worst way
to cook an artichoke.

Quiet, please. Please.

Yes, we goats lack
upper front teeth,

which accounts for
the mispronunciation,

Miss : Glinda.

You see, indeed,

some of us are different.

Now, you may have
noticed that I am one of

the last animal
professors here at Shiz.

And it isn'’t encouraged to
discuss this in our classes,

but there have been some
great changes throughout Oz

with the rejection
of animal culture.

However, there was a time,
before you were born,

when life in Oz was different.

When one could walk these
halls and hear a snow leopard

solving an equation

or an antelope
explicating a sonnet.

So, when and why
did this change?

Uh, from what I'’ve
read, the Great Drought.

Okay, excuse me.

Like, raise your hand.

Precisely.

Food grew scarce.

And when people are
hungry and angry,

well, then they
begin to look for...

Someone to blame.

Quite right, Miss Elphaba.

Yes, Miss : Glinda?

It is "Ga-linda."

"Ga-linda." "Ga-linda."

And I don'’t see why you
can'’t just teach us history

instead of always
harping on the past.

DR. DILLAMOND: Because we
cannot escape the past,

and we ignore it
at our own peril.

The past helps explain
our present circumstances.

For instance, if we
examine this timeline...

Who is responsible for this?

I asked, who is
responsible for this?

Very well.

Class dismissed.

I said, class dismissed.

Dr. Dillamond.

Miss Elphaba.

Miss Elphaba, you
don'’t have to...

Thank you.

You'’re very kind.

Not bad.

Poppies are my favorite.

Mine, too.

They keep me cheerful
in these dark times.

Miss Elphaba, please.

Go and join your friends.

That'’s all right. I
don'’t have any friends.

Well, maybe one.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Try again.

Eyes shut.

Toes clenched.

Now...

levitate the coin.

It'’s all right.

It takes time.

Hmm?

I hear there was an
unfortunate disturbance

in Dr. Dillamond'’s class today.

That must have been so
distressful for you.

Well...

someone wrote those
horrendible words,

on purpose, for him to see.

I just wish I could...

What?

You wish what?

I wish there were
something I could do,

because no one...

No one... Do what?

No one should be scorned

or laughed at.

Or looked down upon or...

told to stop jabbering...

and keep quiet!

MADAME MORRIBLE: Remarkable.

Absolutely remarkable.

Once you learn to
harness your emotion...

the sky'’s the limit.

It could lead you to
the Wizard himself.

GIRL: Have a good
night, Dr. Dillamond.

GIRL 2: Goodbye,
Dr. Dillamond.

Dr. Dillamond!

Did you find out who...?

DR. DILLAMOND: yet another
incident here at Shiz.

We animals are now being blamed
for everything that goes wrong.

Forced from our jobs,
told to keep silent.

This is much bigger than just
some words on a chalkboard.

We can still converse
in private, thank Oz.

DR. DILLAMOND: A dear
friend of mine...

- PIEBALD DEER: A deer?
- A cow, actually.

She'’s been speaking
out at protests.

Recently wrote me,
asking to meet at a café.

She said it was urgent.

What did she tell you?

She never showed, and no
one'’s seen her since.

Many animals have gone missing
or are actually leaving.

Yesterday, a badger
acquaintance, a solicitor,

was sacked, just
for arguing a case.

At least he can still argue.

What do you mean?

Let me show you.

- ELPHABA : Oh, no.
- PIEBALD DEER: Can'’t speak.

I'’m leaving Oz...

while I can still speak
the word "goodbye."

- No, you can'’t.
- BIRD PROFESSOR: Oh, leave Oz?

Take it away! Stop jabbering.

- Shh.
- Oh.

- Someone'’s there.
- What is it?

DR. DILLAMOND: Miss Elphaba,

what are you doing here?

Well, I was just...

- Uh...
- It'’s all right.

Quickly, come inside.

Don'’t be frightened.

Let me get you some tea.

Dr. Dillamond, what you
were saying just now...

Could that really happen?

It is happening.

You'’ll find if you make
it discouraging enough,

you can keep anyone silent.

But if animals are losing the
ability to speak, leaving Oz,

then someone'’s got
to tell the Wizard.

Listen to me.

You mustn'’t tell another soul

what you'’ve heard
and seen here tonight.

But that'’s why
we have a Wizard.

DR. DILLAMOND:
Perhaps you'’re right.

Sorry.

Bad.

I must be catching a cold.

Oz bless you, Dr. Dillamond.

You'’d better go.

Take the lamp.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa there!

FIYERO: Whoa.

FELDSPUR:
I did not see her.

Yeah, neither did I.

Um, you might want to,

- um, you know.
- Okay.

Yeah, leave it with me.

I'’m so sorry, miss. We
didn'’t see you there.

You must'’ve...

blended with the foliage.

Is this how you go through life,

just running amok and
trampling anyone in your path?

No.

No. Sometimes I'’m asleep.

All right.

Here we go.

No, I'’m not seasick.

Neither am I.

No, I did not eat
grass as a child.

Oh, you didn'’t? I did.

And, yes, I have
always been green.

And the defensiveness, is
that a recent development?

Hmm.

Shh.

Ooh, no, no.

FIYERO: I'’m off for some more
trampling. May we offer you a ride?

No, thanks. Get stuffed.

Well.

Feldspur, we have just
been spurned by a girl.

FELDSPUR: Hmm, indeed.

I guess there'’s a first
time for everything.

MISS CODDLE:
Attention, students.

It is my honor to announce

that Prince Fiyero
Tigelaar of Winkie Country

will be filling out
our student body...

having transferred from
the Royal Winkie Academy.

Please help him feel welcome

without making
direct eye contact.

Hi.

Enroll here often?

Could I ask you...

Anything. Anything you want.

Just to move out the way?

Absolute... Yeah,
that'’s anything.

- How are you?
- Oh, hi.

Yeah.

Are you looking for something?

Or...

someone?

No, I was...

What was I doing?

How would I know?

Our first fight.

Hmm.

- Oh. Still here.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I promised to
give a guided tour

to any recently
arrived students, so...

FIYERO: Hmm.

GALINDA: Wait.

Are you a recently
arrived student?

I am, yeah.

Oh, I didn'’t know.

Though I'’m not sure I'’ll
last longer at this school

than any of the others.

But I wasn'’t at any
of your other schools.

Hmm.

And this is the,
um... the book place.

There'’s a collection of, um,

rare books around
here somewhere,

and some medium rare as well.

Well, there'’s so
many to choose from.

Right?

So what do you do
for fun around here?

GALINDA: Oh, well, nothing.

Until now.

You ever been to
the Ozdust Ballroom?

The Ozdust Ballroom?

I mean, isn'’t that
place somewhat illegal?

And scandalocious?

- Yeah, it is both of those things. Yeah.
- Hmm?

It'’s also not far from
here, which is another plus.

Whoa.

You all right?

BOQ: Yeah.

I'’m Fiyero Tigelaar.

Winkie Country.

Oh. Oz.

Boq Woodsman.

Of Munchkinland.

Great.

Excuse
me. Good to know.

Um, what were you saying again

about the Ozdust and
fun and you and me?

Um, unfortunately,
it'’s against Shiz rules

to go into town after dark.

I see that, once again, the
responsibility to corrupt

my fellow students...

falls to me.

GALINDA: Hmm.

FIYERO: Uh, excuse me.

Whoa.

The trouble with schools is...

GALINDA: Oh.

Shh!

STUDENTS: Hey!

I'’m gonna go study
outside. I can'’t...

BOQ: Galinda. Galinda.

- Oh.
- Hey. Here.

Oh.

Uh, keep it.

I'’ve got many.

I cry a lot.

Well, thank you.

- Um, I hope you'’ll save a dance for me tonight.
- Oh.

I'’ll be right there,
waiting, all night.

GALINDA: That'’s so kind.

But you know what
would be even kinder?

Well, maybe I could invite her.

I would do anything for you.

Well?

- Oh, right now?
- Why not?

- Go ask her right now?
- Why not? She'’s right there.

Uh...

- Hey, Nessa.
- Hi.

You'’re good.

I don'’t know what you mean.

I love helping others.

Oh.

And I happen to be free tonight.

After all...

NESSAROSE: You'’ll never guess
what just happened to me.

What?

That perfectly adorable
Munchkin boy just asked me out.

He said he was too shy
to ask me at first,

but then Galinda emboldened him.

- Wait. Galinda?
- Don'’t.

Don'’t you dare say
another word against her.

I'’m about to have the
happiest night of my life,

thanks to Galinda.

Please, Elphaba,
try to understand.

PFANNEE: And one, two, three!

- Whoo! That was it.
- Oh. We'’re in.

- That was it.
- And it'’s perfect.

- Oh, sweet Oz.
- Wow.

Am I not the most scandalocious
little fish in the sea?

The most.

PFANNEE: Fiyero'’s gonna lose
what'’s left of his mind.

I mean, we nailed it.

- GALINDA: Now, hurry up.
- SHENSHEN: Okay, I may...

GALINDA: I can'’t believe
this boy knows how to get into

- the Ozdust Ballroom.
- SHENSHEN: I know.

GALINDA: And that we just
happened to cross paths today.

- Am I right?
- Um...

Ew.

- What even is that?
- Galinda?

Hmm?

What'’s the reason?

I know. It'’s my granny.

She always makes me the
most hideoteous hats.

I'’d give it away, but I
don'’t hate anyone that much.

I couldn'’t.

Could I?

No.

Oh.

- Hey.
- SHENSHEN and GALINDA: Hi.

SHENSHEN: Um, we should go.

PFANNEE: Yeah, we have
to go rouge our knees.

- SHENSHEN: I know.
- PFANNEE: Do it.

- Yeah. Right.
- Super rouge.

- Bye, Elphaba.
- I do it every day.

- Love your shoulder pad.
- Yeah. You just always look...

- just a joy...
- So good and joyful.

Galinda, um,

Nessa and I were talking
about you just now, and...

Oh, well, we were just
talking about you.

How you should join us tonight.

I don'’t follow.

You join us at the Ozdust.

I'’m inviting you.

Why?

Well... well, because
everyone will be there.

And don'’t tell me you
have nothing to wear,

because you could wear this.

I mean, it goes with
everything you own.

PFANNEE: We'’re
gonna get arrested.

Move. Come on,
come on, come on, come on.

Sorry to disturb
you, Madame Morrible,

but I have a favor to ask.

Okay. Here we go.

FIYERO: Here we go.
Here we go. You ready?

Yep! Yeah!

DANCERS: Hey, hey!

FIYERO: Yeah!

Hey!
Hey!

DANCERS: Oh...!

DANCERS: Oh...!

Oh...!

Oh, Boq, I know why.

You do?

Well, isn'’t that right?

No. Whoa. No, no.

I don'’t feel sorry for you.

You'’re great. I
asked you because...

Because...

You know what?

What?

Oh, yeah.

DANCERS: Hey!

GALINDA: Are all
the Tigelaars...

You.

Me?

And you can go back to
doing whatever this is.

Go. Go.

Yeah.

Madame Morrible, you are...

Seriously, I admire you so...

Enough.

GALINDA: A magic wand?

It'’s a training wand.

A training wand?

For me?

Madame Morrible, how can
I express my gratitution?

It is my heart'’s desire
to become a sorceress.

Thank you for
having faith in me.

Actually, I have
no faith in you.

This is your roommate'’s
idea, not mine.

I'’m confused.

Miss Elphaba has requested

that I include you in
our sorcery seminar

and insisted that I
tell you this very night

or she would quit.

Elphaba did?

Mm-hmm.

But why?

I'’m a sorceress,
not a mind reader.

I have no idea why.

But I can'’t risk losing
her, so here I am.

My personal opinion, dear,

is that you do not
have what it takes.

I hope you prove me wrong.

I doubt you will.

Uh, you may want to thank
her. She just got here.

What?

WOMAN: What is she wearing?

WOMAN 2: What a ridiculous hat.

WOMAN 3: Her hat
is disgustifying.

MAN:
What is she doing?

MAN 2: Oh, look at her go.

WOMAN 4: What does she
think she'’s doing?

MAN 3: Is she dancing?

Hi.

I'’ll say this much, she doesn'’t
give a twig what anyone thinks.

Of course she does.

She just pretends not to.

I can'’t watch.

I feel awful.

Why?

It'’s not like it'’s your fault.

Excuse me.

- What are you doing?
- Stop.

No.

It'’s all right.

Hmm.

Just do it.

GALINDA: Wait a second.

You'’re telling me that
was your first party ever?

Well, do funerals count?

That was funny.

Thank you.

Ah, I couldn'’t remotely sleep.

- Neither can I.
- I know.

Let'’s tell each other something
we'’ve never told anyone before.

Okay, fine. I'’ll go first.

Fiyero and I are
getting married.

He asked you already?

Oh, he doesn'’t know yet.

Oh, okay.

Okay, now you tell me a secret.

Like what?

Like...

Like...

Why do you sleep with this funny
little green bottle under your pillow?

- What is this? I want to know.
- No, please, give that back.

- Serious... Oh.
- Give that... Give it back!

It was my mother'’s.
That'’s all.

GALINDA: Well,
that'’s not fair.

I told you a really good one.

My father hates me.

What?

That'’s not the secret.

Oh.

The secret is that, um,

he has a good reason.

It'’s my fault.

What is?

That my sister is
the way she is.

When my mother was
carrying Nessa,

my father began to worry
that she might come out...

- Green.
- Green.

He was so worried that he made
my mother chew milkflowers

day and night.

Only...

the milkflowers made Nessa
come too soon, and...

and her little legs, they...

And my mother...

Well, she never woke up.

None of which would'’ve ever
happened if it wasn'’t for...

for me.

So...

it'’s my fault.

What? No.

That was the
milkflowers'’ fault,

not yours.

That might be your
secret, Elphaba,

but that doesn'’t make it true.

Look.

It'’s tomorrow.

And, Elphie...

Can I call you "Elphie"?

- Well, it'’s a little bit perky. I don'’t really...
- I know.

I know.
I'’m gonna call you that.

And you can call me... Galinda.

That is your name.

Let'’s not quarrel.

- Elphie?
- Hmm?

Now that we'’re friends...

I'’ve decided to make
you my new project.

Oh, you really don'’t
have to do that.

I know.

That'’s what makes me so nice.

Hmm.

Mm-mmm. Never mind.

- Yeah.
- I should... Okay.

Gonna put these
right back on ya.

Well, are.

This is never gonna work.

What?

Elphie, you mustn'’t
think that way.

Your whole life is gonna change,

and it'’s all because of me.

Come on.

- Well, actually...
- Don'’t make me laugh.

- They were...
- Popular.

Right!

Come here.

First, hair.

We toss our hair.

Ready?

Toss, toss.

Toss, toss.

That'’s a choice.

Next, I'’m gonna transform
this simple frock/coat...

this simple "froat"... boop...
into a magnificent ball gown.

Ball gown.

Ball gown.

Ball gown.

Come on. I'’m counting on you.

Ball gown.

Seriously?

- Do you need my help?
- No!

Just wear the
"froat." It'’s pretty.

Let'’s just start
a little smaller.

After you, madame.

- Thank you.
- Let'’s see.

Oh.

Maybe...

just this.

Pink goes good with green.

Goes "well" with green.

It so does.

Why, Miss Elphaba...

look at you.

You'’re beautiful.

I have to go.

Wha...

You'’re welcome.

Oh, hello.

Wow.

- WOMAN: Oh, hi, Elphaba.
- MAN: Oh, hey.

MAN 2: Hey, Elphaba.

- Hi. How are you?
- Good.

Toss, toss.

No.

You'’ve been Galinda-fied.

You don'’t need to
do that, you know.

ELPHABA: Hmm.

Come on. Let'’s get to class.

GALINDA: It'’s Dr. Dilly.

ELPHABA: Or Dr. Dilly, because
you can'’t call him that.

- It'’s Dr. Dillamond.
- Well, he calls me...

- Hey, it'’s not his fault.
- He needs to accept it.

ELPHABA: He doesn'’t
have upper front teeth.

Uh, Dr. Dillamond, I
picked you some poppies.

Not now, Miss Elphaba.

Please, everyone,
take your seats.

I'’ve something to say

- and very little time.
- It was upside down, I guess.

DR. DILLAMOND:
My dear students,

this will be my last
day here at Shiz.

You see,

animals are no longer
permitted to teach.

- What?
- It'’s all right, Miss Elphaba.

I'’ll be all right. I...

Students, remain calm, please.

There'’s no cause for alarm.

What is this? What'’s happening?

Come on, goat.

Hey!

- You can'’t permit this.
- Miss Elphaba,

I'’m afraid it'’s
out of our hands.

DR. DILLAMOND: They
can take away my job,

- but I shall continue speaking out!
- Dr. Dillamond.

Listen to me! You'’re not
being told the whole story!

Are we all just gonna
sit here in silence?

That'’s quite
enough, Miss Elphaba.

Take your seat.

- MISS CODDLE: Students...
- Are you all right?

Your new history professor

has prepared a
special presentation.

Good afternoon, students.

Good afternoon!

STUDENTS: Good afternoon.

In times such as these,

it behooves us all not
merely to study the past

but to look to the future.

This is called a cage.

This remarkable innovation
is for the good of all Oz,

as well as for the
animal'’s own good.

- You see...
- ELPHABA: If it'’s so good,

why is he trembling?

He'’s just happy to be here.

Now, one benefit of caging
an animal this young

is that in all likelihood,
he'’ll never learn to speak.

Oh, no.

The dimensions of
the cage will vary

upon the size of the animal,

but the basic design
remains the same.

Let me show you.

Can you imagine a world where
animals are kept in cages

and they never learn to speak?

This poor lion cub
seems so frightened.

What are we gonna do?

Sorry, "we"?

Well, someone'’s
got to do something!

Hey. Hey, hey.

Hey, come here.

What is happening?

I don'’t know.
I-I got mad and...

Fiyero, what are you doing?

Well, you coming?

Come on.

Look.

Come on.

Come, buddy. That'’s it.

- There we go.
- Yeah.

- There we go.
- All right.

What in the name of Oz?

ELPHABA: I didn'’t
mean to scare you.

Why is it you'’re always
causing some sort of commotion?

I don'’t cause
commotions... I am one.

Yeah. Well, that'’s for sure.

So, you think I should
just keep my mouth shut?

- Is that what you'’re saying?
- What? No.

- No, I'’m saying...
- You think I want to be this way?

- I...
- You think I want to care this much?

- No, I mean...
- I know that my life

would be much easier if
I didn'’t care, but...

Do you ever
let anyone else talk?

Sorry.

I was just...

But can I just say
one more thing?

You could'’ve walked
away back there.

So?

So no matter how shallow
and self-absorbed

you pretend to be...

Uh, excuse me. There
is no pretense here.

I happen to be
genuinely self-absorbed

- and deeply shallow.
- Oh, please.

No, you'’re not.

Otherwise, you
wouldn'’t be so unhappy.

Fine.

Well, if you don'’t
want my help...

No, I do.

What did you mean
to do back there?

And why was I the only
one you didn'’t do it to?

You'’re bleeding.

Am I?

Mm-hmm.

There.

It must'’ve scratched you.

Yeah.

Or maybe it scratched
me or something.

I better get to safety.

- The cub.
- Mm-hmm.

- I better get the, uh...
- Of course.

the cub to safety.

Mm-hmm.

Fiyero.

GALINDA: Dearest.

Oh, my goodness, I
was worried sick.

- Oh, it'’s good to see you.
- Oh, thank Oz.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Miss Elphaba!

Come at once!

There!

Elph... Elphie, you
got to get down there.

Come on.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Miss Elphaba,

I finally heard back
from the Wizard.

Look!

Oh, stop.

I just cannot.

It'’s yours. Open it.

"His Royal Ozness,

the Wonderful Wizard of Oz..."

"summons you most ceremony-ishly

to his personal palace
in the Emerald City."

Uh, wait. Um, wait.

"This invitation is
nontransferable."

- WOMAN: Bye.
- WOMAN 2: Bye.

This is your chance
to make good.

Of course, you'’re going to
have to prove yourself first.

- Prove myself?
- Prove yourself worthy.

Deary...

this is the Wizard of Oz.

If he'’s gonna grant
your heart'’s desire...

But prove myself how?

I...

I'’m not ready. It'’s too soon.

Don'’t be so pessi-mystical.

I, too, had to prove my
powers when I met the Wizard.

You'’ll find a way.

I have faith in you.

Not to fret.

Weather is my specialty.

Mustn'’t let you get wet.

Okay. I'’ll make
a hand umbrella.

My hair. Thank you.

Not when you'’re on
the cusp of greatness.

All aboard for the Emerald City!

Father, this is Boq, the
boy I wrote to you about.

BOQ: Oh, yes.

Governor Thropp,
good to meet you.

Oh, I'’ve heard
so much about you.

My Nessarose is
very precious to me,

so you see you take
good care of her.

I-I understand.

Good.

GALINDA: Elphie.

Elphie, the train is here.

And it came with the cutest
little man with a mustache.

You got to see him.

Oh, Elphie, how will
we manage without you?

You won'’t even
notice I'’m gone.

Uh, you have Fiyero.

Oh.

Um, speaking of Fiyero,
uh, where is he?

Not that I expected him to
come and say goodbye, but...

I mean, we barely
know each other.

Well, I barely know
him anymore either.

He'’s been different.

He'’s distant and moodified.

And he'’s been thinking,
which really worries me.

It all started the day
Dr. Dillamond was fired.

I mean, who knew he cared
so much about that old goat?

GALINDA:
Look, he did come.

Dearest.

We'’re over here, darling.

Come.

Hi.

Elphaba.

Fiyero.

I'’m happy for you.

Thank you.

Yes. We are both so happy.

I'’ve been thinking...

Yeah, I heard.

About the, uh, the lion
cub and Dr. Dillamond.

I think about that day a lot.

So do I.

Oh, me, too.

Oh, me, too. Me, too.

Mm-hmm.

I think about it constantly.

I mean, poor Dr. Dillamond.

It makes one want to...

to take a stand.

In fact, excuse me.

Everyone. Please.

I have an announcement.

I am changing my name.

- What?
- What?

- FIYERO: Your name?
- Yes.

- ELPHABA: Are you sure?
- Yes.

Since Dr. Dillamond used to
have his own goat-like way

of pronouncifying my name,

in solidarity

and in order to
express my outrage,

I will henceforward be known
no longer as "Ga-linda"

but simply...

Glinda.

SHENSHEN: Clapping.

- She'’s so good.
- Oh, she so is.

Such braverism.

Oh!

PFANNEE: Galinda no
more. Glinda henceforth.

BOQ: Glinda,
you'’re wonderful!

Glinda!

Good luck.

See?

There. Wh-Wh-What is that?

- Don'’t be upset, Galinda.
- It'’s "Glinda" now!

Stupid. I don'’t even
know what made me say it.

It doesn'’t even matter what
your name is. Everyone loves you.

I don'’t care.

I want him.

I don'’t even think he'’s perfect
anymore, and I still want him.

This must be what
other people feel like.

How do they bear it?

- CONDUCTOR: All aboard for the Emerald City!
- The mustache man.

Hey, come on. The train.

Thank you.

CONDUCTOR: Stand
clear of the doors!

ELPHABA: Goodbye!

Oh. Wait.

Oh, excuse me. Um...

Elphie, here. I forgot
to give you this.

Oh.

Bye.

- Come with me!
- What?

To meet the Wizard.

What are you saying?

Get on the train.
You'’re gonna miss it.

I wouldn'’t want to impose.

It doesn'’t... It doesn'’t
matter. Just come with me.

I couldn'’t possibly.
This is your moment.

I'’m coming.

Ow. Ow.

ANNOUNCER: Now arriving
at Emerald City Station.

ANNOUNCER: Presenting the
absolute factual story

of our Wonderful Wizard of Oz,

starring the Emerald
City Players!

Goodbye. Goodbye.

NARRATOR: But the Wise Ones

left a prophecy.

Look.

A man in a balloon
arriving from the sky.

Maybe he is here to
fulfill the prophecy,

but can he read the Grimmerie?

"O-ma-ha.

O-ma-ha."

He can read it.

He must be...

a Wizard.

The Wizard will see you now.

Hello.

Elphaba Thropp.

Listen to me.

You can do this.

You can do anything.

- What is that sound?
- I don'’t know.

- Oh, no. I do not...
- No, go.

- I cannot go.
- Go, go, go.

- Go. Elphaba. Go.
- I don'’t... Oh.

I am Oz.

Oh, Elphie.

I am Oz, the Great and Terrible.

Who are you?

And why do you seek me?

Elphie, say something.
Say something.

- What am I supposed to say?
- Just say something. Anything.

- THE WIZARD: Say something.
- Um...

Say something!

My name is Elphaba Thropp...

Your Ozness.

And-and this is...

THE WIZARD:
E-Elphaba, is that you?

- Elphaba Thropp?
- A man.

THE WIZARD: Elphaba Thropp.

I didn'’t know it was you.

You made it.

Uh, sorry about all that.

I didn'’t mean to...

startle you.

You know, when I'’m back there,

I cannot make out
people'’s faces.

Well, it'’s just so...

It'’s so great to meet you...

It'’s so great to...

- Hang on. What'’s that?
- What?

I'’m so sorry. May I?

- S-Sure. Yes.
- Okay, now, just... It'’s okay.

THE WIZARD: Oh.

For you.

My special guest.

That'’s a keepsake
for you to cherish

for all of your days.

Very kind of you, Your Ozness.

Thank you.

And this is, uh, an
additional unexpected...

Hi. What'’s your name?

Glinda.

The "Ga" is silent.

Hello, Belinda.

Uh, what you looking at there?

Oh, yeah. Ugh.

Well, I don'’t know.

I think it'’s a bit much,

but, uh, folks have come to
expect that sort of thing.

That'’s good. Oh,
thank you. Thank you.

But if you think that'’s
something to see,

wait till you see this.

I give you the Oz of tomorrow.

Yes. Yes.

Now, I don'’t know if your
eyes have already fallen upon

this long and winding path.

- Do you see that?
- ELPHABA: Mm-hmm.

- THE WIZARD: I think people need direction.
- GLINDA: Mmm.

THE WIZARD: When this thing
gets built, everybody, always,

is gonna remember that if
you just follow the road...

follow the road...

it'’s gonna lead you right...

to me.

Recently, I'’ve
gotten a little stuck

trying to figure out what color the
bricks of that road ought to be.

So, I jerry-rigged
this thing up,

which does that.

ELPHABA and GLINDA: Oh.

Uh, Elphaba, you
give that a whirl.

Oh, sure.

Um, let'’s try.

What about green?

GLINDA: Hmm.

ELPHABA: Um, yellow.

Maybe purple?

Wait. Just go back one, please.

THE WIZARD: The
yellow, really?

- Yes.
- Huh.

It just says "road" to me.

Let me see. Huh.

And... Oh.

Yellow brick road?
I don'’t know.

Oh, hey. Come up here.

- GLINDA: Oh.
- Come up here with me in my sandbox.

Step right up. Watch this.

So here'’s where we are,

and when we open
it up, inside...

- That'’s you.
- Well, it is me.

Yeah, it is me.

I like it. I shouldn'’t.

I'’m here by myself
a lot. Anyway.

I don'’t, uh... Oh.

I forgot.

If my head wasn'’t
attached, it would, uh...

I'’d-I'’d leave it
in, uh, Munchkinland.

Hey, you know what I
had made? Look. Special.

Keep that.

I... No, I mean it.

Keep it, keep it forever.

Because at some
point, who knows?

We might be putting your
little artifact in there

right next to mine.

'’Cause maybe someday,
you'’re gonna be calling

this whole pile of
stones your home.

Elphie.

She'’s green.

Oh, well, she
doesn'’t have to be.

Would that be your...
your heart'’s desire?

No.

No.

My heart'’s desire is for
you to help the animals.

Something bad is happening
to them, and they need you.

I had a feeling you
were gonna say that.

And I agree wholeheartedly.

Yeah. Wow, that'’s
the darndest thing.

It'’s almost like I,
uh... I already know you.

I knew you'’d understand.

That makes me... That
makes me so happy.

Well, that'’s what I love best.

Making people happy.

THE WIZARD: All right.

That'’s enough of that.

Okay. Uh...

Uh, away with the moon.

- THE WIZARD: Huh?
- ELPHABA: Is that...?

- GLINDA: Oh, it is.
- THE WIZARD: It is.

ELPHABA: Madame Morrible,
what are you doing here?

MADAME MORRIBLE
Oh, deary.

I couldn'’t miss
your big moment.

Neither could you, I see. Hmm.

I...

I don'’t believe it.

GLINDA: Is that the Grimmerie?

MADAME MORRIBLE: Yes.

That'’s the ancient
book of wisdom,

thaumaturgy and enchantments.

Can I touch it?

No.

THE WIZARD: Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

She may not be ready.

Casting a spell
with the Grimmerie,

that'’s a mighty tall order.

I, you know, I should know.

MADAME MORRIBLE: You'’re
right. We mustn'’t rush her.

Perhaps today has
been too overwhelming.

No. Please.

Let me try.

Let me prove myself.

Well...

MADAME MORRIBLE:
Sweet Oz.

THE WIZARD: It opened for her.

THE WIZARD: So, which spell
are you gonna start with?

We'’ve been working
on levitation.

Levitation?

Oh. That'’s interesting.

Do you know that,
um, Chistery here...

Ha-Have you ladies
met, uh, Ch-Chistery,

the leader of my...
my Emerald Guards?

Pleased to meet you.

THE WIZARD: Uh, he'’d
hate to admit this...

does not like talking
about himself...

but he watches birds

so longingly every morning.

ELPHABA : Birds?

ELPHABA: How can I help him?

- I-I don'’t...
- Elphie, look.

Are those words?

The lost language.

Our lost language of spells.

Don'’t be discouraged

if you can'’t decipher it.

Deary, I, myself, can
only read a word or two,

and that took years.

"Ah ben tah kay.

"Ah ben tah kay ah.

- "An tay deh tum.
- Oh, Elphie.

- "En-tay ah.
- Praise Oz.

ELPHABA: "Ah ben tah kay ah.

"En-tay ah. Tin feh tah.

"Ah ben kanaph. Ah ben janah.

"Ah ben vinge. Ah ben ala.

"Ah ben krahu. Ah ben kanat.

"Ah ben nku. Ah ben kanaph.

"Ah ben janah. Ah ben vinge.

"Ah ben ala. Ah ben krahu.

"A ben kanat. Ah ben
nku. Ah ben kanaph.

- Ah ben janah. Ah ben vinge."
- What did I tell you?

ELPHABA: "Ah ben
ala. Ah ben krahu.

"A ben kanat. Ah ben nku.

"Ah ben kanaph. Ah ben janah.

"Ah ben vinge. Ah ben ava.

"Ah ben ah krahu. A ben kanat.

Ah ben nku. Ah ben ka..."

Chistery, are you all right?

Chistery?

It'’s just the
transition, deary.

It'’s just the transition.

Oh.

But it'’s hurting him.

Chistery.

Don'’t bite. Don'’t bite.

Glory-osky.

You did it.

You actually did it.

He'’s in pain.

Quick. How do I reverse it?

- Reverse it?
- How do I reverse it?!

A spell from the Grimmerie
can never be reversed.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Elphaba.

- Elphaba.
- No. No.

I knew she had the power.

I told you.

Elphie, this is astoundifying.

It'’s just what we hoped
for... eyes in the skies.

Yes. They'’ll make
perfect spies.

Spies?

- Elphaba? Elphaba?
- Oh, uh, no. No.

GLINDA: Elphie? Elphie?

You'’re right. That'’s
a very harsh word.

Oh, "scouts." What
about "scouts"?

'’Cause they'’re gonna
be flying around Oz

reporting back on any
seditious animal activity...

Seditious animal activity?
What does that mean?

- Elphie.
- What are you s...

I'’m sure the Wizard
has a good reason.

It'’s you.

You'’re behind all of this.

You'’re the reason why people are
turning against the animals. You...

It'’s all because of you.

We'’re doing this
to keep people safe.

All of Oz will benefit.

And you'’ve known all along.

Since the day you met me.

You will benefit, too, deary.

- You must trust me.
- Don'’t.

- Don'’t!
- El-Elphaba.

When I first got here,
well, there was discord.

There was discontent.

And back where I come from,

everybody knows that the best
way to bring folks together

is to give them a...
a real good enemy.

If you wanted s-spies,
why wouldn'’t you just...

Why wouldn'’t you just
make them yourself? You...

Elphaba.

Elphaba.

You are talking to
the Wizard of Oz!

Read it.

Cast a spell.

Read it!

- MADAME MORRIBLE: Elphaba.
- Don'’t...

You can'’t, can you?

Can you?

That'’s why you
need all of this.

And you need spies
and-and animals in cages

and an-an enemy. You...

You have no real power.

Exactly.

That'’s why I need you.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Think
of your future, deary.

ELPHABA: Stay back.

Elphie, listen to them.

Please.

THE WIZARD: Good
advice, young lady.

Listen, uh, Elphaba, if
you can pull this off,

first crack out of the box...

Oh. Oh, my golly.

I can'’t even imagine.

And I meant every word about
you having a home here.

It'’s gonna be you and me

and, hey, if it'’d
make you happy,

possibly... your friend.

Really?

Why not?

No.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Elphaba!

You want to
do yourself some good?

Get her back.

GLINDA: Elphie. Elphie!

MADAME MORRIBLE: Listen.

Listen!

If you want to keep
your families safe,

you'’ll stay loyal
to our Wizard.

She did this.

The green one.

Don'’t let her get away!

Elphie, where are you going?

Elphie, what are you doing?!

Oh. Oh! No.

Elphaba, please. Come back.
Let'’s just have a word with them.

Elphie. Elphie!

What are you doing?

No, no, no, no!

Take it!

GLINDA: Elphie!

Oh! Oh, my gosh!

Guards.

Guards.

Guards.

There'’s a fugitive at
large here in the palace.

Bring her to me.

- Elphaba, what are you doing?
- Just follow me. Follow me.

Where? What? Are you
out of your mind?

- Goodness, Elphaba, you'’re being ridiculous.
- ELPHABA: Just come on.

GLINDA: Where are you going?

ELPHABA: Up.

- Get in quickly.
- Absolutely ridi...

Quick. Jump.

Jump? Me, jump?

Quick. Jump, Glinda.

Jump now!

GLINDA: Slipping!

ELPHABA: Just grab
my hand. Come on.

GUARD: Come on! Grab on!

ELPHABA: Get off!

Give me my leg.

Give me my leg.

GUARD: Move!

- GUARD 2: Faster!
- GUARD: Push!

- GUARD 2: Help me with this!
- Hey! No!

Oh, no, no.

Elphie, Elphie, Elphie.

- Faster!
- Look out!

ELPHABA: No!

Quick. Get off.

Ow, ow.

ELPHABA: Don'’t look back!

GUARD: Get out of the way!

GLINDA: This is not good.

This is not good. This
is not good. Elphie.

Elphie!

Calm down. You have
got to let him explain.

ELPHABA: Over my dead body.

This is everything
you'’ve dreamed of.

Elphaba, this is so
much bigger than us.

Why couldn'’t you have
stayed calm, for once,

instead of flying
off the handle?

I hope you'’re happy!

I hope you'’re happy.

MADAME MORRIBLE : Citizens of Oz,

there is an enemy who must
be found and captured.

Believe nothing she says.

She has stolen our Grimmerie.

She is evil,

responsible for the mutilation
of these poor, innocent monkeys.

GLINDA: Oh, no.

MADAME MORRIBLE:
Her green skin

is but an outward manifestorium
of her twisted nature.

This distortion.

This repulsion.

This...

Wicked Witch.

Don'’t be afraid.

I'’m not afraid.

It'’s the Wizard who
should be afraid of me.

Elphie, listen to me.

Listen to me. Just...
Just say you'’re sorry.

I know.

No.

- GUARD: They'’re up there!
- GUARD 2: You two! Come down!

Elphie, what are you doing?

Elphaba, please.

Listen to me. Stop.

"Ah ben tah kan. Ah
ben tah kan ah tum."

GLINDA: Not that hideoteous
levitation spell. Elphaba, please.

You don'’t know what you'’re
doing with that. Please.

- "Ah ben ana tah. Ah ben for."
- Stop.

- "Ah ben hegan."
- Stop!

- "Ah ben..."
- Stop!

Well...

Where are your wings?

Maybe you'’re not as powerful
as you think you are.

Sweet Oz.

Heave!

Quickly.

Get on.

What?

Heave! Heave! Heave!

Come with me.

Think of what we
could do together.

Are you coming?

Elphie, you'’re trembling.

Mmm.

Here.

Put this around you.

You, too.

- There they are!
- Get them!

Get her!

No. Leave her alone.

- She hasn'’t done anything wrong!
- No. Ow.

- Get away from me!
- No!

- GUARD: Catch them now!
- GLINDA: Elphie!

No. Back off. Back off!

- Elphie. Elphie, stop. No.
- I'’m the one you want.

- I'’m the one you want.
- No.

- It'’s me!
- GUARD: Get her!

It'’s me!

GOVERNOR: What have
you done this time?

KIDS : Green on top.

Someone run and tell her
that everyone can smell her.

GOVERNOR: Just stop
jabbering. Just do what I say.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Think
of your future, deary.

GOVERNOR: Take it away!

MADAME MORRIBLE : Citizens of Oz.

There is an enemy

who must be found and captured.

Believe
nothing she says.

MAID: Governor. Oh.

- GOVERNOR: My heart.
- She has stolen our Grimmerie.

MAID: Oh, no, Governor!

- She is evil.
- What'’s happening?

MAID: Nessarose!

MADAME MORRIBLE:
Her green skin

is but an outward manifestorium
of her twisted nature.

This distortion.

This repulsion.

- This...
- Come on.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Wicked Witch.