The Wizard of Oz.
Dorothy the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and the Lion are on their way to the Emerald City to visit the Wizard of Oz.
They hope the Wizard will make their dearest wishes come true.
The Scarecrow wants a brain, the Tin Woodman a heart, the Lion some courage, while Dorothy is longing to get back to her aunt and uncle in Kansas.
But suddenly, in the midst of their journey down the yellow brick road, the horrible Kalitas appear, half bear and half tiger, and attack them in the forest.
Oh, no!
The Kalitas are coming this way.
We're surely lost.
They'll tear us to pieces with their sharp claws.
Stay in close behind me, all of you.
I will fight them as long as there's breath in my cowardly body.
Wait a minute.
I have an idea.
Tin Man, can you chop away at the end of the tree that rests on our side of the ditch?
Of course.
Then do it now.
That will stop the Kalitas from getting across this log.
Look!
It's working!
The tree is collapsing!
Ah!
Go to Kalita's, crashing into the pits.
Dash to pieces on the rocks.
Good riddance.
That was quick thinking, Scarecrow.
Even quicker chopping, Tin Man.
Well, I see we're going to live a little while longer, and I'm glad of it, for it must be a very uncomfortable thing not to be alive.
Just you wait, you sniveling lion.
You ain't seen nothing yet.
A wicked witch with my talent for vileness will make those Kalitas feel like a Sunday school picnic.
They have to cross that vast field to get back to the Yellow Brick Road.
Now, if I were a good witch, I'd fly right over and warn them about the poppies.
Fortunately, I'm a nasty witch, so I can sit here with my telescope and enjoy the fun.
Goodness, this field is almost as large as the Kansas prairie.
How will we ever find the yellow brick road?
So many flowers.
Yellow and white and blue and purple?
I suppose when I have brains, I shall probably appreciate them better.
And if I only had a heart, I would love them.
Yeah, flowers are for sissies.
But since you brought them to my attention, they're awfully sweet, aren't they?
That's funny.
No, they're all red.
Yes, that's because we're in a poppy field.
Of course.
I ought to have known that.
Aren't they lovely?
Oh, dear.
I feel quite sleepy all of a sudden.
Dorothy, what are you doing?
I just need to sit down and rest a while.
But we must find the yellow brick road before dark.
Tin Man's right.
Come on, Dorothy.
Walk between us.
Yes.
We'll hold you up for support.
I just need to close my eyes for a minute or two.
She's fast asleep.
And Toto as well.
What's come over her?
I know.
It's these poppies.
I've heard Munchkin say that the scent of poppies puts humans to sleep in a second.
Lucky me.
Being made of straw, I'm not troubled by the scent of flowers.
Neither am I being made of tin.
Well, as for me, I'm feeling awfully drowsy.
Run fast, Lion, and get out of this deadly flower bed as soon as you can.
We can carry Dorothy, but you're much too heavy.
Yes.
You're right.
I'll run as fast as I can.
See you folks later.
Come on, Tin Man.
Let's make a chair with our hands to carry Dorothy.
And don't forget Toto.
This is hard work.
Perhaps sleeping people way more?
Oh, it seems this field will never end.
Uh-oh.
Do you see what I see?
Oh, the poor old lion.
He couldn't escape fast enough.
Dead to the world.
There's no way we can carry him.
We must leave him here to sleep forever.
I'm truly sorry.
Perhaps he's dreaming that he's found courage at last.
We'd better go on.
Let's put Dorothy down here in the soft grass.
The fresh breeze from the river will soon wake her.
We can't be far from the yellow brick road.
What's that?
Oh, a great yellow wildcat, and he's coming this way.
He looks as if he's chasing something.
Oh, right.
He's after a grey field mouse.
What a heartless creature, chasing after a harmless mouse.
Tim, man, where are you going?
I'm going to chop off the wildcat's head with my axe.
Now, that'll teach you to choose your adversaries more fairly.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you ever so much for saving my life.
Oh, don't mention it.
I have no heart, so I'm always extra careful to help those who may need a friend, even a mere mouse.
A mere mouse?
Why, I am a queen.
Oh.
The queen of all the field mice.
Oh, indeed.
I do beg your pardon.
My good man, let me assure you you have done a noble deed, as well as a brave one, in saving one's life.
Oh, oh, your majesty, we thought you would be killed.
How did you manage to escape the fierce wildcat?
This peculiar tin man killed the wildcat and saved my life.
Hereafter, you must all serve him and obey his slightest wish.
We will!
We will!
Is there anything my loyal subjects can do to repay you for saving my life?
Um, there's nothing that I can think of.
Wait a minute.
I have an idea.
This is my friend the scarecrow.
It takes him a while to formulate his thoughts because he has no brains.
I got it.
You can save our friend, the cowardly lion who is asleep in the poppy field.
Oh no, not this lion.
This lion is a coward.
In that case, my subjects are at your service, but what shall we do?
Are there many of these mice who call you queen and are willing to obey you?
Oh yes, thousands.
Then send for them all to assemble here as soon as possible and command each one to bring a long piece of string.
You heard the scarecrow field mice.
Now do as he bids.
Your wish is our command, your majesty.
Now, Tin Man, you must construct a wooden truck to carry the lion.
A wooden truck.
I can make one of those in two shakes of a donkey's tail.
Where am I?
Scarecrow, have we found the Emerald City?
Not yet, Dorothy.
You've been asleep because of the poppies.
The poppy field.
Now I remember.
Goodness, where have all those mice come from?
Be back, Deadpool.
We brought our friends.
These mice are going to help us rescue the lion.
He's fast asleep in the poppy field.
I'm building a truck so we can move him.
And the mice are going to help us because the tin man has just saved the life of their queen.
I finished the truck, Scarecrow.
Now what next?
Each mouse, fasten one end of your string around your neck, the other to the truck.
Then we'll pull it to where the lion is sleeping in the poppy field.
Except Dorothy and Toto.
You'd better stay by the river.
Otherwise the poppies will put you to sleep again.
What an excellent plan.
Oh, this is nothing.
Imagine what I will think up when the wizard gives me some brains.
There's the poor old lion.
Still fast asleep.
You promise he won't eat us?
I give you my word, Your Majesty.
Come on, Tin Man.
Let's heave the lion up onto the truck.
Careful!
Now it's your turn, field mice.
You must pull the truck with all your might.
One...
Two?
We're trying, scarecrow.
Because you can't, field mice.
If you stay too long among the puppies, you may fall asleep yourselves.
Okay, okay.
The trap won't budge, no matter how far away.
Come on, Tim, now.
Let's you and me push from behind.
Yes.
Come on.
Oh, it's wonderful to see the lions safe and sound.
Thank you, your majesty.
Goodbye to you, Dorothy of Kansas.
Goodbye, queen.
Goodbye, field mice.
Goodbye, mice.
Thank you.
Goodbye, field mice.
Bye.
Bye.
Strat those field mice and their revolting queen.
Rescuing that imbecile of a lion from under my nose.
Well, be warned, Miss Goody Goody.
You may think you're safely on the way to Emerald City now, but don't stray into my territory if you know what's bad for you.
Uh, what's going on?
Where am I?
It's all right, Lion.
You're on a bank by the river. fell asleep in the poppy field.
Oh, now I remember.
I ran as fast as I could, but those flowers were too strong for me.
Oh, how did you get me out?
A thousand field mice got you out.
Pull the other one.
It's the honest truth.
It was a scarecrow's idea.
The tin man constructed this wooden truck, and the field mice pulled it.
Oh, At least we're all together again.
And look, there's the yellow brick road.
Thank goodness we found the road again.
The stretch is smooth and well-paved, and such, oh, romantic countryside.
That's funny.
Every fence, every house, every cart, everything's painted green.
That must mean we're in the land of Oz and close to the Emerald City.
I wish there was someone we could ask.
But the natives here don't look as friendly as the munchkins.
I've noticed that, too.
Whenever they see us coming, they hurry inside and shut their doors.
As if.
They were afraid of something.
We're going to have to stop at one of these houses.
I should like something to eat besides fruit.
And I'm sure Toto is nearly starved.
Here's a good-sized farmhouse, Dorothy.
And there's a woman peering at us from behind her curtains.
I'll try knocking on the door and see what happens.
What do you want, child?
And why is that great lion with you?
So that's what everyone's afraid of.
Please, ma'am, we are very hungry, and the lion is my friend and comrade.
He wouldn't hurt you for the world.
Dorothy's right, ma'am.
I may look ferocious, but I'm really as mild as a mouse.
Well, if that's the case, you may come in, and my husband and I will give you some supper.
Where are you all going?
To the Emerald City to see the great Oz.
You sure the Oz will see you?
Why wouldn't he?
I've been to the Emerald City many times, but I've never been permitted to see the great Oz.
Nor do I know of any living person who has.
What is he like?
That's hard to tell.
Some say he looks like a bird.
Others say he's like an elephant.
And there are those who swear he resembles a cat.
But who the real Oz is, in his own form, no living person can tell.
That's very strange, but we must try to see him, or we shall have made our journey for nothing.
The Oz Farmer said the Emerald City was straight down the road.
Next time we'd better ask how long a road.
Dorothy, look!
Over there! beyond that hill.
Just as the Oz Farmer described it.
A beautiful green glow above the city gates.
The Emerald City!
Just our luck.
We finally reached the city and what do we find?
A great thick wall.
Never mind.
There's a gate.
All studded with gleaming emeralds.
And a bell.
Someone's coming.
It's a little man.
About the size of a munchkin.
I am the guardian of the gate.
How do you do?
What do you wish in the Emerald City?
We are here to see the great Oz.
The great Oz?
It's been many years since anyone had the audacity to ask to see Oz.
He is powerful and terrible.
And if you come on a foolish errand to bother the wise reflections of the great wizard, he'll be angry and destroy you all in an instant.
Jeepers creepers!
But it's not a foolish errand.
It's important.
And we've been told that Oz is a good wizard.
So he is.
And he rules the Emerald City wisely and well.
Since you demand to see the great Oz, I must take you to his palace.
But first, you must put on the spectacles.
Why?
Because if you didn't wear them...
The brightness and glory of the Emerald City would blind you.
Even those who live in the city must wear spectacles night and day.
Extraordinary.
Here, try them on.
They're made of green glass.
Naturally.
Now, there are enough pairs here to fit you all, even that hairy little creature.
That's Toto, my dog.
Now, I must lock you into your spectacles.
Lock us into them?
I never heard of such a thing.
Everyone here is locked into their spectacles, for I so ordered it when the city was first built.
I have the only key that will unlock them.
Oh, very well, if it's one of the rules.
Ha, ha, ha.
Now you're ready.
Follow me through this portal into the streets of the Emerald City.
It's even better than my dreams.
All the houses are made of marble and studded with emeralds.
And the natives have green clothes and greenish skins.
Even the popcorn is green.
Look, Dorothy.
That must be the Palace of Oz.
Of course.
Guarded by a soldier in a green uniform with a green beard.
Here are strangers.
They demand to see the great tall.
They demand, do they?
Oh, very well.
Step inside, and I will carry your message to him in his throne room.
The wonderful wizard has certainly kept us waiting a long time.
I imagine he must be very busy with affairs of state.
What are affairs of state?
I can't rightly say.
I must have read it in a book.
Hey, here comes the soldier.
Have you seen Oz, sir?
Seen him?
Nobody sees him.
But I spoke to him as he sat behind his screen and gave him your message.
The great wizard does not like to have people demanding to see him.
Indeed, at first he was angry.
Angry?
Well, how angry?
Then he asked me what you looked like.
And when I mentioned the little girl's silver shoes and the mark upon her forehead, he was very much interested.
Oh, I knew these shoes would bring me luck.
He's agreed to grant you an audience, but each one of you must enter his presence alone.
Alone?
You mean with nobody else there?
That is the signal.
The wizard wishes to see the little girl first.
I'm ready.
We'll be waiting right here, Dorothy.
Call us if you need us.
Just think, if this wizard is as wonderful as everyone says he is, our troubles are over.
Toto, look.
There's nothing on the throne but an enormous head.
No body, no arms, no legs.
A hairless head like a baby's.
More like a giant baby's.
Don't be scared, Toto.
I am Oz, the great and terrible.
Who are you and why do you seek me?
I am Dorothy, the small and meek.
I have come to you for help.
Where did you get the silver shoes?
From the Wicked Witch of the East, when my house fell on her and killed her.
Where did you get the mark upon your forehead?
That is where the Good Witch of the North kissed me when she bade me goodbye and sent me to you.
What do you wish me to do?
Send me back to Kansas, where my Aunt Em and Uncle Henry live.
Why should I do this for you?
Because you are strong and a great wizard, and I am only a helpless little girl.
But you were strong enough to kill the Wicked Witch of the East.
That just happened.
I couldn't help it.
You have no right to expect me to send you back to Kansas unless you do something for me in return.
In this country, favors don't come cheap.
What must I do?
Destroy the Wicked Witch of the West.
Destroy her?
How can I?
You killed the Wicked Witch of the East, and you wear the silver shoes which bear a powerful charm.
There is now but one Wicked Witch left in all this land, and when you can tell me she is dead, then I will send you back to Kansas.
I never killed anything, at least not willingly.
If you, who are great and terrible, cannot kill her yourself, how do you expect me to?
That is my answer.
If you wish to see your aunt and uncle again, you will find a way to kill the witch.
Remember that she is wicked and deserves to be killed.
Now go, and don't presume to come into my sight until you have performed your task.
Dorothy, what did he look like?
Is he sending you back to Kansas?
Dorothy, you're shaking.
He's just a head.
An enormous, hairless head.
And there's no hope for me, for the wizard won't send me home until I've killed the Wicked Witch of the West.
Killed the Wicked Witch?
Why, that's preposterous.
There's the signal.
Scarecrow, you're next.
I am Oz, the great and terrible.
That's odd.
Dorothy said you were a huge head.
But in fact, you're a lady.
A most lovely lady.
With flowing green hair, and you're smiling most sweetly.
Who are you, and why do you seek me?
I am only a scarecrow, stuffed with straw.
Therefore I come beseeching you to put brains into my head, so that I may become a man of insight, intelligence and raise a sharp discrimination.
Why should I do this for you?
Because you are wise, and powerful, and unexpectedly beautiful, and no one else can help me.
I never grant favors without some return, but this much I will promise.
If you will kill the Wicked Witch of the West, I will bestow upon you a great many brains, such good brains that you will be the wisest man in all the land of Oz.
I thought you asked Dorothy to kill the witch.
So I did.
I don't care who kills her, but until she is dead, I will not grant your wish.
Now go, and don't come calling again until you have earned the brains you so greatly desire.
A lovely lady.
Are you sure that's what you saw, Scarecrow?
Why does it matter how lovely she was if she said the same thing as your hairless head?
That's your signal, Tin Woodman.
All's is ready for you.
Great Scott!
It's neither a head nor a lady, but a tiny beast as big as an elephant with a head of a rhinoceros and
Five eyes, five arms, five legs.
Oh, it's lucky for me.
I don't have a heart, for he would surely have burst with terror at the sight of this.
I am Oz, the great and terrible.
Who are you, and why do you seek me?
I am a woodman and made of tin.
Therefore, I have no heart and cannot love.
I beseech you to give me a heart so that I may be as romantic and sentimental as other men.
Why should I do this?
Because I ask it, and you alone can grant my request.
If you indeed desire a heart, you must earn it.
Earn it?
Well, of course...
How?
Help Dorothy to kill the Wicked Witch of the West.
When the witch is dead, return to me and I will give you the biggest and kindest and most loving heart in all the land of Oz.
A beast?
What kind of beast?
The ugliest beast you could imagine.
Even worse than the Kalidas.
Your turn, Lion.
Oh, uh, you sure a bow is for me?
Maybe he wishes to see the Tin Man again.
Or the Scarecrow.
Maybe it wasn't a bell at all.
I mean, sometimes people think that they hear a bell and it's only a ringing in their ears.
You mustn't keep the rigid writing.
We'll be right here, Lion.
Gosh, it's hot in here.
Oh, no.
Upon the throne, the wizard has caught fire.
No, no.
Wait a second.
There is nothing but fire.
A huge ball of fire.
Still, as long as I keep my distance... I am Oz, the Great and Terrible.
Who are you, and why do you seek me?
I am the Cowardly Lion, afraid of everything.
I come to beg you to give me courage so that I will no longer run from danger and hide and shiver, burst into tears and generally disgrace.
My name is the King of Beasts.
Why should I give you courage?
Because of all wizards, you are the goodest, the mostest, the bestest.
Bring me proof that the wicked witch is dead and I will give you courage.
But as long as the witch lives, you must remain a coward.
And now look here.
Have you anything else to say?
No, your honor, I mean your wizardship or if you Huge ball of fire?
That's what I saw.
Somebody give me an aspirin.
Poor old lion.
What should we do now?
There's only one thing we can do.
Seek out the Wicked Witch and destroy her.
But suppose we can't?
Then our dreams will never be fulfilled.
This is what brainy people would call a first-rate dilemma.
You can give up if you want to, but I've no choice.
I must seek out this wicked witch, though heaven only knows how I'll destroy her.
I'll go with you, Dorothy, even though I'm too much of a coward to kill a wicked witch.
Me too.
But I won't be much help to you.
I am such a fool.
I haven't the heart to harm anyone, not even an evil witch.
But if you go, I shall certainly go with you.
Excuse me, sir.
My companions and I are ready to leave the Emerald City.
In that case, you must stand back your spectacles.
Gladly, if you'll unlock the frames.
There you are.
Now you're free to go.
Which road leads to the Wicked Witch of the West?
There's no road.
Not even a footpath.
No one is ever stupid enough to wish to go that way.
How, then, are we to find her?
That will be easy, for when she realizes that you have invaded her territory, she will find you and make you all her slaves.
Perhaps not, for we need to destroy her.
Oh, well, that's different.
No one has ever destroyed her before.
All the same, take care, for she is wicked and fierce.
Hear what the man is saying?
Wicked and fierce?
Keep to the west where the sun sets, and you can't fail to find her.
Or vice versa.
Come on, everyone.
The sooner we get this over with, the better.
Hark!
I never imagined the country could be so hot.
That's because there are few trees to shade us from the sun.
And no pretty flowers or fruit trees to distract us.
The sun certainly is tiring.
I know what you mean, Lion.
Toto and I wouldn't mind stopping for a nap.
Stop right here if you like.
The scarecrow and I will keep watch.
I wonder in which direction the wicked witch lives.
Well, wherever she is, she's still a long way off.
A long way off, am I, Tin Man?
Little do you know, I have an eye that can spy you out everywhere.
How dare you invade my country?
Where is my golden cap?
Here we are.
Little do they know what magic arts are at my fingertips.
Eppy, peppy, khaki.
Hi-lo, ho-lo, hello.
Zizzy, zizzy, zick!
Monkeys.
Come close.
Come close.
Gather round.
Not that close.
Come on.
Before you speak, take care.
This will be the third and final time you may command us.
Yes, yes, yes.
I hadn't forgotten.
You have already employed us twice to make the Winkies your slaves and to drive the great Wizard of Oz out of the land of the West.
After this request, we monkeys shall be free of you.
What do you command?
Go to the strangers who are within my borders and bring them to me.
Of all except that walking rust heap of a tin man, you can destroy him immediately.
Your last request shall be obeyed.
In Episode 2 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.
The Wizard of Oz was Carrie Shale.
The Wicked Witch, Maureen Lipman.
Toto, David Holt.
And the Queen of the Field Mice, Eva Stewart.
The Guardian of the Gate was played by Peter Yap.
And The Monkey King by Michael Tudor Barnes.
The Wizard of Oz was dramatized by Marcy Cahan, with original music composed and performed by Dominique Lejeune.
The director was Sally Avins.
