Thank you.
Come on, Toto.
Give me the ball.
That's a good dog.
That's the best little black dog there is.
Everything around here is gray, but you're all black.
Do you know that, Toto?
I know.
I'll throw the ball against the house, and you catch it.
That's it, Toto.
Now bring it back here.
There's a good dog.
Dorothy, stop that racket this instant.
Sorry, Aunt Em.
Toto and I were just playing.
There's no need to play that loud now, is there?
Sorry, Aunt Em.
There's a powerful wind blowing.
I wish your Uncle Henry would come home.
It's ages since he went to the store.
Did you used to play, Aunt Em, when you were my age?
Of course I did.
But you don't play now.
You hardly even smile.
And you've been on this prairie as long as I have.
Uncle Henry's the same.
I don't think I've ever heard Uncle Henry laugh.
Your Uncle Henry works himself into the ground from morning to night.
What in the world would he find to laugh about?
Maybe some people laugh from the sheer joy of being alive.
What nonsense, child.
Joy, indeed.
With our crops failing four years out of five and our cows ailing, and the bank manager all set to foreclose on our loans.
What's that, Anna?
Storm's getting worse.
Better come inside.
Come on.
Oh, I pray to God it's not a twister.
A twister?
A cyclone child.
A whirlwind storm mighty enough to crush any person or building in its path.
Cyclone's on its way.
Looks like a bad one, Em.
You open the cellar, I'll see to the lifestyle.
Quick, Dorothy, now.
Follow me to the cellar.
Coming in, Em.
Don't die, little child.
We'll be safe underground.
Toto!
Toto, this is no time for games.
We have to get down to the cellar.
Oh, no!
Toto!
Toto!
It's alright, Toto!
It's alright!
Oh my!
Toto!
Know something, Toto?
We must be at the exact center of the cyclone.
That's why it's so still.
But we're definitely getting higher.
Alright, you can get down now.
Nothing to see out the window.
Guess it's always nighttime in the middle of a cyclone.
Mind you, it's a nice feeling.
Like being rocked in a giant cradle.
What will happen when we land, Toto?
We may be dashed to pieces.
Oh, sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
It's just this is all so strange.
If only Andiama told us what to do if we were ever carried away in a cyclone.
Oh, dear.
Toto, do you believe we're falling?
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Here we go.
We stopped.
No broken bones.
The house seems to be in one piece.
But where are we?
How warm it is.
Toto, do you hear what I hear?
Well, we can't sit in this house forever.
We'd better open the door.
I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.
Everything's so green and the trees are simply weighed down with fruit.
Oh, and the flowers.
I never knew so many colors existed.
And, oh, here come the natives.
Oh, my.
These are the strangest folk I've ever seen.
They're not as big as grown-ups, but they're not children either.
And their hats must be a foot long, with bells on them.
How odd.
Don't growl, Toto.
It isn't polite.
You are welcome, most noble sorceress, to the land of the Munchkins.
We are grateful to you for having killed the wicked witch abuse.
You are very kind, but there must be some mistake.
I haven't killed anything.
Your house did, and that is the same thing.
See?
There are the wicked witch's toes sticking out from under the wall.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Our house must have fallen on her.
Whatever shall I do?
Do?
Nothing to be done, my dear.
She is quite definitely dead.
But who was she?
The Wicked Witch of the East.
She has held all the munchkins in bondage for many years, making them slave for her night and day.
Now we are free!
And you are our liberator!
I have to confess, I never intended to liberate anyone.
Before I landed here, I'd never even heard of the munchkins.
Are you Munchkin?
No, but I am their friend.
I am the witch of the north.
A witch?
Oh, you can't be.
Indeed I am.
But you look so kind.
That's because I am a good witch and the people love me.
Now, thank you.
There is only one wicked witch in all.
One who lives in the West.
But Aunt Anne told me that the witches had all died years and years ago.
Who is Aunt Anne?
She's my aunt who lives in Kansas, where I come from.
I have never heard of Kansas.
Is it a civilized country?
Oh, yes.
Immensely civilized.
We learned that at school.
That accounts for it.
In the civilized countries, there are no witches left.
But you see, the land of Oz is still entirely uncivilized.
Therefore, our witches and wizards flourish.
Who are the wizards?
Oz himself is the greatest wizard.
More powerful than all the rest of us put together.
He lives in the city of emeralds.
Oh, gracious.
I have a feeling the Wicked Witch.
They've disappeared.
Nothing's left except her shoes.
The old hag was so brittle that she dried up quickly in the sun.
But her silver shoes are yours to wear.
Oh.
That's awfully kind of you, but I don't think N.M. would allow me to accept them.
The Wicked Witch was proud of our shows.
There's a magic charm connected with them, but what it is, we never knew.
Thank you.
What a lovely present.
I think you're all very lucky to live in such a beautiful country, but I mustn't stay here.
Why not, my dear?
I must get back to my aunt and uncle.
They're bound to be worried about me.
Of course, you must go at once.
Let's see.
The North is my territory.
You're welcome to cross it, but I'm afraid you'll come to the same immense desert that surrounds every region of Oz.
Don't worry.
You're welcome to live here with the Munchkins.
Oh, with me in the North.
That's most kind, but I don't think... I mean...
Annie and Uncle Henry.
If I don't get home soon, they're going to think something awful has happened.
Then you must go to the City of Emeralds.
Perhaps the Wizard of Oz himself will help you.
How can I get there?
You must walk.
Emerald City is exactly in the centre of the country.
It's a long journey to a country that is sometimes pleasant, but more often dark and terrible.
How do you mean, dark and terrible?
Don't worry, dear.
I will give you my kiss.
Ah, no one would dare injure a person who's been kissed by the Witch of the North.
No!
No!
Your kiss feels different from Anne Anne's.
If you look in this mirror, you will see that it has left a round, shining mark on your forehead.
Why, so it has.
Safe journey, my dear.
Perhaps you have a map I could borrow?
Oh, no need.
The road to Emerald City is paved with yellow bricks.
Yes, you can visit it.
When you get there, tell the wizard your story and ask him to help you.
That's right.
Goodbye, Munchkins.
Thank you for your help.
Goodbye, my dear.
Thank you.
Thank you so...
Oh, gracious!
The witch!
She's disappearing into the air!
Don't be alarmed, Toto.
I think we can expect to see lots of surprising things on our way back to Kansas.
Are you hungry?
Of course you are.
We missed lunch.
And supper, too, by now.
I don't suppose the munchkins will mind if we pick some of this fruit.
These should help us through the journey.
What do you think, Toto?
Dare I try on the silver shoes that belong to the Wicked Witch of the East?
They'd be just the thing for the long walk.
Mind you, they may not fit me.
Oh, they do fit.
In fact, it's as though they were made especially for me.
Made especially for you, Miss Goody Two-Shoes.
Just because you've killed one Wicked Witch, don't think the other one can't see what you're up to.
My magic telescope shows me everything in Oz.
I'm watching you, Miss Goody Goody.
Go on, walk down the yellow brick road.
I'll be waiting for you!
The Yellow Brick Road wasn't hard to find, was it, Toto?
This is such pretty countryside.
I wonder how many miles we've covered by now.
Poor Toto.
This is a long journey for such a little dog.
I know.
Let's rest a while in that cornfield.
Toto, stop that.
It's just an old scarecrow like the ones we have in Kansas.
Toto, did you see that?
The scarecrow.
I think it winked at me.
Nonsense.
I must have imagined it.
Goodness, he nodded.
Exactly as though it was a lie.
Good day.
Did you speak?
Certainly.
How do you do?
I'm pretty well, thank you.
How do you do?
I'm not at all well, for it's very tedious being perched up here night and day.
Can't you get down?
No.
This pole has stuck up my back.
Now, if some kind stranger would come along and set me on the ground, I should be greatly obliged to them.
Well, I'll certainly try.
Let's see.
Perhaps I can lift you off.
That's very clever of you.
Oh, my goodness.
You're lighter than feathers.
One hundred percent straw.
Thank you.
It's good to be on solid ground.
I don't believe this is really happening, but all the same, I'm glad you're feeling better.
I owe it all to you.
Who are you?
Where are you going?
My name's Dorothy and I'm going to the Emerald City to ask the Wizard of Oz to send me back to Kansas.
Where is the Emerald City?
And who is the Wizard of Oz?
Why, don't you know?
I don't know anything.
I'm stuffed with straw, including my head.
I have no brains at all.
There's a million things I don't know.
In fact, I'm so bereft of brains, I couldn't even begin to quantify the magnititude of my ignorance.
Magnitude?
Excuse me?
You said magnititude.
It's pronounced magnitude.
Oh, see what I mean?
I'm a prize ignoramus.
It's not your fault.
Say, Dorothy.
Yes, Scarecrow?
Do you think if I went to the Emerald City, this wizard would give me some brains?
I couldn't say for sure, but you're welcome to come along.
Even if Oz refuses your request, you'll be no more brainless than you are now.
I wish I had thought of that.
Which way do we go?
Through here.
We follow the yellow brick road.
Oh, oh, oh.
Your companion doesn't seem to like me very much.
Don't mind Toto.
He never bites.
I'm not afraid.
He can't hurt the straw.
Here, let me carry that basket for you.
That's very kind.
Being made of straw, I never get tired.
But I'll tell you a secret.
There is one thing in the world I am afraid of.
It's a lighted match.
So that's what you're scared of.
You pathetic bundle of straw, a lighted match well, i've just had a flash of wicked inspiration a big birthday cake just for the scarecrow with a thousand candles.
This yellow brick road seems to go on and on.
Why don't you eat something from your basket to cheer yourself up?
What a good idea.
Would you like an apple?
I'm never hungry, my mouth is only painted.
Mind you, in Kansas I would never even think of offering fruit to a scarecrow.
What is Kansas?
It's where I'm from.
It's not colorful like the countryside around here.
It's very flat and gray and windy.
Everyone works hard all year round.
There are terrible dust storms, so the crops keep failing.
And most of the time, people are left with nothing.
You don't say.
But...
I can't understand why you'd wish to leave this beautiful country and go back to the flat gray, windy place you call Kansas.
That's because you have no brains.
We have a saying where I come from.
There's no place like home.
We even embroider it on our cushions.
Lucky for you, your heads aren't stuffed with straw.
If you were brainless like me, you'd all choose to live in beautiful places and Kansas would have no people at all.
You have a point there.
Now it's your turn to tell me a story.
My life has been so short, I really know nothing whatever.
I was only made the day before yesterday.
Luckily, when the farmer made my head, one of the first things he did was to paint my ears, so I heard what was going on.
You actually heard yourself being created?
Yes.
I had the fun of watching them make my body and my arms and legs, and when they fastened on my head at last, I felt very proud, for I thought I was just as good as anyone.
And so you are.
This fall scared the crows.
Fast enough, said the farmer, and he carried me under his arm to the cornfield.
Set me up on that pole where you found me.
Dozens of crows appeared, but as soon as they saw me they flew away again, thinking I was a munchkin.
Well, that means you were very effective, Scarecrow.
Oh, I was as pleased as punch to begin with.
But soon, an old crow flew near.
And after scrutinizing me carefully, he perched upon my shoulder saying Any crow of sense can see that you are only stuffed with straw.
I felt like an utter failure.
But the old crow comforted me, saying If you only had brains in your head, you would be as good a man as any of them.
Brains are the only things worth having in this world.
What an extraordinary thing for a crow to say.
Oh, he was right.
If I had a brain, I'd never be bored again.
What exactly would you do?
I'd stimulate my friends and rebuke my enemies.
I'd puncture pomposity and castigate prejudice.
I'd memorize the encyclopedia.
Solve the time's crossword reduce the fiscal deficit.
Find a cure for all the fatal diseases.
And if there was any time left over, I'd ruminate on the meaning of life and death and the universe.
Goodness, you deserve to have a brain, you really do.
I'm sure the wizard will agree with me when he hears your story.
I certainly hope so.
It's so unpleasant to know for a fact that one is a fool.
Scarecrow, have you noticed that the land around us seems to be getting rougher and darker?
I have, and there seems to be an even darker forest up ahead.
Dear, the munchkins warned me that this journey would be unpleasant.
Who's that?
Sounds like a creature in pain.
It's coming from those trees.
Look, there's something shiny.
It seems to be a man.
A man made entirely of tin.
And he's rooted to the spot with his axe uplifted in his hand.
Excuse me, sir.
Did you groan?
Yes.
I've been groaning for more than a year, and no one has ever heard me before or come to help me.
What can we do for you?
The oil can.
My joints are rusted so badly, I can't move at all.
There's the oil can, under the tree.
Once I'm well oiled, I shall feel much better.
Of course you will.
Now, which joints?
My neck first.
Oh, dear.
It doesn't seem to be having the desired effect.
Because he's badly rusted.
Here.
Perhaps if I move his head from side to side... There.
Now it's working freely.
Oh, wonderful.
Oh, bliss.
I can move my head.
Now your legs.
Oh, thank you.
I might have stood there always if you had not come along.
You've both saved my life.
How did you happen to be here?
We're on our way to the Emerald City to see the great Wizard of Oz.
Why do you wish to see a wizard?
I want him to send me back to Kansas.
And I want him to put a few brains in my head.
Do you suppose this wizard could give me a heart?
I don't see why not.
It would be as easy as to give the scarecrow brains.
If it's all right with you, I will go to the Emerald City and ask Oz to help me come along then.
We'd be very pleased to have your company.
Oh.
Oh, you'd better put your oil can in Dorothy's basket in case you get caught in the rain and rust again.
Well spotted, Scarecrow.
Oh, dear.
You can hardly see the yellow brick road for all these branches and rocks.
Are you still with us, Scarecrow?
I'm right behind you.
Whoa!
You can both give me a hand.
Here, thanks.
Don't worry, I'm not hurt.
Why didn't you walk around that hole?
I didn't know enough.
Head stuffed with straw.
That's why I'm going to Oz.
To ask him for brains.
Brains?
Brains are not the best thing in the world.
How do you know?
Do you have any?
No.
My head is quite empty.
But I used to have brains.
And a heart also.
Having tried them both, I should much rather have a heart.
Why is that?
I'll tell you my story.
Then you'll understand.
Oh, yes.
Please do.
I was born the son of a woodman who chopped down trees in the forest and sold the wood for a living.
When I grew up, I too became a woodchopper.
I made up my mind that instead of living alone, I would marry so that I might not become lonely.
Sounds logical.
One of the Munchkin girls was so beautiful that I soon grew to love her with all my heart.
She promised to marry me.
But the girl lived with an old woman who didn't want her to marry anyone, for she was so lazy.
She wished the girl to remain with her and do all the cooking and the housework.
Oh, but that's not fair.
You and the munchkin girl were in love.
Our two hearts were as one.
But the old woman went to the Wicked Witch of the East and promised her two sheep and a cow if she would prevent the marriage.
Thereupon, the Wicked Witch enchanted my axe, and when I was chopping away at my best one day, the axe slipped all at once and cut off my left leg.
Oh!
Oh, what a horrible thing!
It did seem like a great misfortune, for I knew a one-legged man couldn't get on very well as a woodchopper.
What did you do?
I went to a tinsmith and ordered a new leg made of tin.
What an excellent solution!
But my action angered the wicked witch of the east, and when I began chopping again, my axe slipped and cut off my right leg.
Oh, no!
Again I went to the tinner, and again he made me a leg out of tin.
Then she made the axe slip and cut off my head.
What did you do?
At first I thought it was the end of me, but the tinner happened to come along and he made me a new head made out of tin.
So much for the wicked witch and her dastardly deeds.
Yes, I thought I'd beaten her and worked harder than ever, but the wicked witch made my axe slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into two halves.
Once more the tinner made me a body of tin, fastening my arms, legs and head by means of joints.
So you could move around as well as ever.
That's true, but alas, I now had no heart, so that I lost all my love for the munchkin girl and didn't care whether I married her or not.
Oh, what a sad story.
And that wasn't the end of my troubles.
One day I forgot to oil myself, and being caught in a rainstorm in the forest, all my joints rusted.
I had to stand in the woods for a year until you found me.
You mean you stood there with your axe upraised for an entire year?
It was a terrible ordeal.
But while I stood there I had time to reflect that the greatest loss I'd suffered was the loss of my heart.
While I was in love, I was the happiest man on earth.
All the same, I shall ask for brains.
For a fool wouldn't know what to do with a heart if he had one.
Well, I shall take the heart, for brains don't make one happy.
And happiness is the best thing in the world.
Happiness, romance, passionate embraces.
That's what I call sentimental moonshine.
What do you think, Dorothy?
I can rightly say.
I only know I want to get to the end of this yellow brick road as soon as we can so I can get back to Kansas and Ann Ann.
What was that?
I couldn't say.
I think it was Toto.
Toto doesn't make those sort of sounds.
Come on, Tin Man.
Let's pick up the speed.
I'm moving as fast as I can.
Dear, the munchkin said it would be dreary, but I never imagined it would be this dreary.
Whatever it is, it's getting closer.
Do this.
I'll teach you to invade my kingdom.
Take that, you flimsy fellow, and that, and that, and that.
Stop it, my straw.
You're scattering my insides all over the room.
Knocked the stuffing out of you, have I?
Excellent.
Now, what about you, tin head?
You can't hurt me.
Oh, I can't, can I?
Well, perhaps I can't.
But what about you?
You look like a solid, juicy kind of girl.
Oh, no.
Please, please.
That's right.
Down on your knees.
You beg for your life.
No!
Come here!
What's this?
A hairy rat?
You'll fit nicely between my jaws.
Stop that!
Don't you dare bite Toto.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
A huge beast like you attacking a poor little dog.
I didn't bite him.
No, but you tried to.
You're the one who slapped me.
Of course she slapped you.
Bounding out of the forest like that, scaring us half to death.
Well, she didn't have to slap me.
Is my nose red?
I can feel it swelling.
It hasn't even left a mark.
Look at yourself.
You're nothing but a big coward.
Yeah, I am a coward.
I've always known it.
To think of your striking a stuffed man like the poor scarecrow.
Is he stuffed?
Is the other one stuffed also?
I am not in the least stuffed.
I'm made of tin.
Well, that's why you nearly blundered my claws.
What is that little rodent you're so fond of?
This is my dog, Toto.
Is he made of tin or stuffed?
Neither.
He's a meat dog.
No one would think of biting such a harmless thing, unless you're a big coward like me.
What makes you a coward?
Well, it's a mystery.
All the other animals in the forest expect me to be brave, for the lion is everywhere thought to be the king of beasts.
That's what I've always heard.
Yeah, well, don't believe everything you read in the papers.
I may look like a great vicious bruiser, but deep down I'm about as brave as a cupcake.
But that isn't right.
The king of beasts shouldn't be a coward.
Yeah, well, don't I know it?
Whenever there's danger, my palms sweat, my spine shivers, my heart pounds.
I can't control it.
Perhaps...
You have heart disease.
Oh, do you think so?
Oh, great.
Something else to worry about.
Well, if you have, you ought to be glad, for it proves you have a heart.
Well, what do I want with a heart?
Tenderness, sensitivity.
I'm no use for that stuff.
Have you brains?
Uh, I suppose so.
I'm more concerned with my lack of brawn.
I am going to the great wizard of Oz to ask him for brains.
Then I'm going to ask him for a heart.
And I'm going to ask him to send Toto and me back to Kansas.
Wait a sec.
Do you think this wizard of ours could give me courage?
Just as easily as he could give me brains.
Or me a heart.
Or send me home.
Well, then, if you don't object, I'll go with you.
For my life is simply unbearable.
Even a bit of courage would improve things.
What was that?
Well, perhaps we imagined it.
That's right.
We only imagined it.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
Sounds like the Kalidas.
The Kalidas?
What are the Kalidas?
You don't want to know.
You must tell us, Lion.
They are monstrous beasts.
You're right.
We don't want to know.
With bodies like bears and heads like tigers and claws so long and sharp.
They could tear me in two as easily as I could kill Toto.
I hate to have to confess it, but the Khalidis make me break out in huge, cowardly shivers.
I'm not surprised.
They sound dreadful.
I wish they would stop doing that.
What should we do, Lion?
We walk very fast.
That's what we do, and we don't look back.
Oh, no.
Do you see what I see?
An enormous ditch in the middle of the road.
It can't be.
It's not fair.
Fair?
Who said anything would be fair?
Welcome to the jungle, where the thugs flourish and nice gentlefolk like you and me wind up on dinner plates swimming in a sauce hollandaise with a hit of garlic and a garnish of parsley.
They're getting closer.
This course was so fast, they can... Wait a minute.
I've got it.
Tell us.
Here is a great tree standing close to the ditch.
If the Tin Woodman can chop it down... I can certainly try.
And if the lion can nudge it into place, bisecting the ditch at a 180-degree angle, we can walk across it easily.
That's a first-rate idea.
One would almost suspect you have brains in your head instead of straw.
That is the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
Start chopping, Tin Man.
Yes.
He's doing it!
Timber!
Now if Orion can push against the tree with his paws and get it to fall across the chasm.
This tree is heavier than it looks.
Brilliant.
It's formed a straight bridge clear across the ditch.
Let's go.
You and Toto first, Dorothy, then the Tin Man.
I'm right behind you, Dorothy.
After you, Scarecrow.
Thanks, Lion.
Scarecrow!
Lion!
Behind you!
I surely lost.
They'll tear us to pieces with their sharp claws.
Stand close behind me, all of you.
I will fight them as long as there's breath in my cowardly body.
And how hungry!
We'll never get to the Emerald City now!
Oh!
In Episode 1 of The Wizard of Oz by L Frank Baum, Dorothy was played by Barbara Barnes, The Scarecrow by Philip Franks, The Tin Man by Patrick Barlow and The Lion by Bradley Lavelle.
Toto was David Holt, The Witch of the North Margaret John, Aunt Em Eva Stewart and Uncle Henry Derek Waring.
The Wicked Witch of the West was played by Maureen Lipman.
The Wizard of Oz was dramatized by Marcy Cahan, with original music composed and performed by Dominique Legendre.
The director was Sally Avins.
