Lost in Oz (2015) s01e12 Episode Script

1 Previously on "Lost In Oz" Without my pearl, I cannot claim my position as the most formidable witch of Emerald City.
Langwidere.
She imprisoned us in a painting.
She put me in here, too.
Langwidere: A little Kansas house caused my family generations of pain.
Langwidere's telling the truth.
Glinda: Smith, he hid a portal in each of his signatures.
Dorothy: Maybe he can paint us a portal out of here? Langwidere is going to erase us from the history of Oz.
The Memory Changer Machine.
[cheering.]
Let's go, Tinker.
All of Emerald City is outside, awaiting Glinda's return.
A little hustle would be in your best interest.
Ah.
It's ready, though I've been thinking I don't pay you to think.
I pay you to tink.
As the inventor of this machine, I must express my concern.
Altering the memories of the masses Tinker, take a lesson from your brother Smith.
Do your job and keep your thoughts to yourself.
[grumble.]
Tinker: Don't say I didn't warn you.
[door opens, closes.]
By the Pearl of Pingaree, we will rewrite history.
Our family's rightful rule was never crushed beneath a falling house or melted by the ruthless Gales.
We erase the Gale family and their impact on our world.
By the Pearl of Pingaree, the Wicked Witches have always been and always will be the ruling witches of Oz.
Upon my command, remove Glinda the Good from our collective memory forever.
Come on, West.
Let's give Emerald City one last look at Glinda the Good.
Wait.
After she After you change everything, will I will I still be me? [chuckle.]
The best version of you.
What do you want more than anything else? I just want to be good at magic.
You dream bigger than good.
Close your eyes.
Imagine, at your fingertips, every element you desire.
Your wish is your command.
What do you wish? I want to do things no one's ever seen before.
I want to invent magic that seems impossible.
And we shall.
[crowd cheering.]
Welcome back, Glinda! Ah.
I can barely hear myself think.
Now where was I? The Islands of Regos and Corregos.
[panting.]
[sigh.]
27 paintings and counting.
[ruff.]
Smith has always been prolific.
I never realized how much everything in the world moves until I got stuck in a world that's stuck.
Glinda, what if what if we never find Smith? Mm.
Hey.
Because of you, we have each other, and we are going to find our way out of this.
[ruff ruff.]
[gasp.]
Something moved! - Where? - There.
[Glinda gasps.]
That's paint.
- Smith! - Smith! - Smith! - Smith! Both: Smith! - Smith! - Over here! - [barking.]
- Here, Smith! Smith! Smith! [faint.]
Smith! [crowd cheering.]
[sigh.]
What is going on out there today? [cheering continues.]
Citizens of Emerald City, save your vocal chords.
Glinda, we love you! Thank you.
I only wish I could say the same about you.
[all gasp.]
For far too long, you showered me with love and, worse, respect, when what I truly deserve is your contempt.
This is terrible.
The whole world thinks Langwidere is Glinda.
Wait.
Where are you going? We can't just sit here and watch Langwidere ruin our city.
I have to go warn my mom and dad.
Today, after months of silence amidst a growing magic crisis, I stand before you with truly good news.
Today I say goodbye.
My reign as Glinda the Good is over.
[gasps, murmurs.]
Come back! Waters of Oblivion, rise.
[gasps, murmurs.]
Mom! Dad! [panting.]
Huh? Langwidere: Forget your fears.
[happy murmuring.]
[laughing.]
Let the rain wash over you and wipe away any memory of Glinda the Good Witch.
I am, and have always been, your ruling witch: Langwidere the Great.
[cheering.]
Langwidere the Great! Langwidere the Great! Langwidere the Great! [Smith singing in native language.]
We are trapped in your painting! [continues.]
[faint shouting.]
What the Help! Help! Ahh! Uh, huh? We're trapped in your painting! - Help! - Okay.
That is as clear a sign as any that I need a break.
No, Smith, wait! [barking, whimpering.]
Now it is my great privilege to introduce a young witch who shall one day inherit the city and push the boundaries of magical possibility.
The future of this family, the future of Emerald City, West the Radiant.
[cheering.]
Is that really me? The best version of you.
[cheering.]
I, um, I hope to be a good witch to you all.
[cheering.]
Good? [crowd chanting.]
West! West! West! The future witch, ladies and gentlemen.
- West! West! - The distant future.
[nervous humming.]
- [barking.]
- Over here! Smith! Come on, man! You're just overworked.
You're not losing your mind.
Jump to the next painting.
We'll get his attention.
[panting.]
- Dorothy: Smith! - Glinda: Please! I can't hear you, voices in my head.
Lama lama lama I can't hear you.
- Smith! - Aah! You are losing your mind! Smith, get a hold of yourself.
Glinda the Good? This is Dorothy Gale and Toto.
We've been imprisoned inside your paintings by the wicked witch Langwidere.
Langwidere? My patron? - No, I - Dorothy: You work for her? She commissions all of my paintings.
She's using your paintings as prisons.
But that's impossible, unless Please, we've found your portals, but we can't find our way out.
We need your help.
Can you paint us an exit? Yes, of course.
I need mineral spirits.
Where did I put that? - I just had it this morning.
- [barking.]
These? Yes! Good eye.
[ruff.]
[grunt.]
Easy.
Easy.
Ah.
[Chuckle.]
Ohh.
Whew.
Uhh - Oh, thank you.
- [barking.]
You're a lifesaver.
Your work is captivating.
Thank you for getting us out.
[door opens, closes.]
Anybody else in there? Oh.
I never thought I'd see Emerald City agai [thunder.]
What happened here? Both: Oh! Oh.
Ow! Hey, watch it, lady.
Something is definitely off.
Don't they know who you are? I wasn't going to say anything, but right? Mmm.
[ruff.]
[gasp.]
Glinda: My home.
Langwidere the Great? You'd better see this.
We're too late.
Langwidere must have corrupted the Pearl of Pingaree.
She erased us from the history of Oz.
Hey, I know a pearl expert at the farm.
I'm not his favorite person in the world, but maybe he can help us out.
- Come on.
- Wha Joe, hi, we need to talk to you about the Pearl of Pingaree.
Ah, well, pearls I know something about.
Now, who did you say you are? Joe, it's me Dorothy.
Ojo's friend.
Mm, sorry.
Doesn't ring a bell.
And this is Glinda the Good.
And? Good at what? Mm, have you seen Ojo? Oh, sure.
Ah, there's my boy now.
Ojo, you got visitors.
Your friend, uh Dorothy.
Right.
And, uh, don't tell me.
Melinda the Good at something or other to be determined.
Hi.
Make is snappy, son.
It's a big day.
Lots of shipments going up to Langwidere's castle.
Oh! Ojo! [barking.]
[chuckling.]
I didn't know if I'd ever see you again.
[barking.]
[chuckling.]
Wow.
Okay.
Hi.
You're friendly.
Where are you from? Kansas.
Hmm? Whoa.
Sounds exotic.
I've never met anyone from Kansas.
I'm Ojo.
Ojo.
Are you from Kansas, too? Oh, Glinda, I just came by to congratulate you on your retirement.
Glinda! Where are you? Glinda.
Glinda? Glinda.
No, it can't be.
Dorothy? Dorothy! Ojo, it's me.
Dorothy.
Remember? Uh, sorry.
I don't.
Look, I got to get back to Wait.
What are you even doing here? You quit the farm.
Ha.
Right.
Why would I ever leave the farm? I'm a Munchkin.
This is what we do.
But it's not what you want to do.
[gasp.]
Wait.
How do you know that? I've never told anybody.
Are you a mind reader? - Huh? - [scoff.]
It wasn't enough to make the world forget Glinda and the Gales.
By the Pearl of Pingaree, Glinda the Good and Dorothy Gale shall not be forgotten but rather known by all as fugitives of justice.
Ojo, it's us, your friends.
Ugh! Toto! You got me right in the mouth.
You just said Toto.
You remembered his name.
[barking.]
Uhh! That's them! The fugitives! [shouting.]
- Run! - [ruff.]
Get them! Got 'em! [barking, growling.]
[barking.]
Stop, fugitives! Reigh: There.
It's Dorothy and Toto and Glinda! They're being chased.
Oh, we need to help them.
Hmm.
Lion's Den to the Magic Underground.
Lion's Den to the Magic Underground.
Is anyone out there? Reigh! Is that you? Patchwork! We just spotted Dorothy, Toto, and the real Glinda the Good.
They're being chased down 62nd Street.
They're in trouble and need help! I'm on it! I'll intercept them.
Meet me at the Night Market.
It's the only place that's still safe.
And hurry.
The Night Market? [quivering.]
Langwidere must have altered the spell.
Now they think we're criminals.
- [bottle clinking.]
- Mm.
Mm? [bottle clinking.]
- [gasp.]
- [growling.]
[ruff.]
[squeak.]
- [ruff.]
- Patchwork? Shh.
[squeaking.]
Good to see you, too, mate.
- [murmur.]
- [squeak.]
Welcome back, Glinda.
Can you help us? It's not safe for you out here.
[footsteps.]
Follow us.
Come on, Toto.
Let's ride! Hyah! [ruff ruff.]
[gasp.]
Oof! Ah.
Glinda the Good in the Night Market? [both gasp.]
How do they still know you? Langwidere's spell couldn't reach down here.
You're coming with me.
[growling, barking.]
[grunting.]
Hey! Get your hands off Glinda the Good! She's a traitor to the state.
Inertium zapper.
That'll slow him down for a minute.
- There you are! - Dorothy! Toto! Glinda! Uhh! Aah! Uhh! Glinda! Oh, I've missed you! I've missed you, too, Scarecrow.
Uh uh-uh.
[chuckle.]
You remember us, too! The spell couldn't get to us.
And everyone said I was so paranoid to have everything I own hermetically sealed.
Huh? Eh.
How were you able to retain all of this magic amidst the crisis? Well, truth be told, it's all synthetic.
But my slogan is "Our knockoffs are knockouts.
" [chuckle.]
I must say I am impressed.
You think there's something here we could use to reverse the spell on Ojo? We need the Pearl.
Pearl? Well, why didn't you say so? Pearls are my speciality.
We need the Pearl of Pingaree.
Ooh, I'm fresh out of Pingaree.
But may I interest you in the finest of pearlescent alternatives? The Pearl of Zingoree.
Voilà.
Both: Worth a shot.
By the Pearl of Zingoree.
With a "Zz.
" By the Pearl of Zingoree, we fortify the truth, the absolute truth, and dispel Langwidere's lies.
En emies of the state! Uhh.
Huh? - [grunting.]
- I command you to remember.
Aah! [groaning.]
Ojo? Are you back? I don't know.
I'm confused.
[whining.]
Come on, Ojo.
Remember me.
Remember yourself.
Remember our friendship.
That is the truth.
I I, uh I can never forget you, Dorothy.
Reigh: Ya ha ha ha ha ha! - [barking.]
- Welcome back! Ha ha ha ha! Even though I kind of did.
Oh, welcome back, buddy.
Where's West? Ah.
Come here, kid.
Mom.
What are you doing here? When you didn't come home, I was worried about you.
Before you get all upset, I can explain.
I was just about to I see now I shouldn't have been worried at all.
You're not mad that I'm hanging out with Langwidere? Mad that my dear sister wants you by her side? West the Radiant.
I couldn't be more proud of you.
I can't believe this synthetic magic really worked.
Me, neither.
Do you think it'll work for everyone in the city? It has to.
Uh, the Pearl of Zingoree and pretty much all synthetic magic has a short shelf life.
You mean I'm not really cured? Uh, you're temporarily cured.
You got till about sundown, and then it's poof, back to the brainwash.
We need the real Pearl of Pingaree.
And it's in my castle.
We're going to bring back Emerald City's memories.
[squeak.]
Magic to the people.
Magic to the people.