WICKED

Chapter 11

(That night, after a long day of exploring the city, Elphaba and Galinda settle in their guest room. The room looks quite similar to their dorm at Shiz: very pink!)

Galinda: (Sighs) This room really feels like home to me. What about you, Elphie? (Elphaba is looking at her necklace, not paying attention to her friend.) Elphie? Elphaba!

Elphaba: Huh? Oh! Sorry, um. Yes, the room's certainly . . . pink.

Galinda: You were thinking about your mother?

Elphaba: (Sighs) Yes, I was. I wonder if she's proud of me.

Galinda: I'm sure she very proud of you, Elphie. Who wouldn't?

(Galinda returns to decorating the room as Elphaba thinks for a moment.)

Elphaba: Galinda I was wondering-

Galinda: Ah! Ah! It's Glinda now.

Elphaba: Oh, right! Glinda, do you think the Wizard will let me borrow that book?

Galinda: The Grimmerie? I don't know. Maybe. You are the only one who can read it.

Elphaba: I'll go ask him.

Galinda: Wait! Elphie! You can't just barge in! At least, not at this time of night. Wizards need they're sleep, you know.

Elphaba: I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll be right back. (Leaves the room)

(Galinda is alone in the room, but it distracted by more pink.)

Galinda: Oh! I know exactly what to do with this.

(The scene moves to the room the girls were in previously and no one was in sight. Elphaba walks in.)

Elphaba: (Echoes) Hello? Mr. Wizard?

(No answer. She continues to search the room, but the Wizard isn't there. Just then, she spots the Grimmerie on a golden book stand under a spotlight. She quickly and quietly walks to the book. She flips through the pages once more.)

Elphaba: Hmm. I can probably practice that spell from earlier today. Maybe I can-

(Then, she hears voices coming from a room nearby. It's Madame Morrible talking to the Wizard.)

Morrible: You see, sir? I told you she had the power.

Wizard: Indeed, you are right.

Morrible: Oh! When am I ever wrong?

(Elphaba walks to the slightly opened door where she can see them talk.)

Wizard: She can be used in so many ways.

Morrible: Perhaps those monkeys could be great spies, sir.

Wizard: Oh, no, not spies. More like scouts.

Elphaba: (Softly) What?

Morrible: They can fly all over Oz, targeting down any subversive animal activity.

Wizard: Yes, that's exactly what we'll do.

Morrible: And with more from Elphaba, we make sure that all animals can never ever speak again. (Laughs Wickedly)

Elphaba: (Gasps)

Wizard: (Uneasy) Yes . . . Of course.

Elphaba: You're a fraud, aren't you?

(The Wizard and Morrible turns to Elphaba as she walks in the room.)

Elphaba: You can't even read spells from the Grimmerie, can you?

Wizard: Elphaba, please. Let me explain-

Elphaba: (Outranged) No! You lied to me. About everything! You don't have real powers. None at all! That why you needed me here, isn't it?

(He tries to answer, but can't.)

Wizard: My dear, you have an opportunity of a lifetime. Your whole life will change and I will make sure you are someone that all of Oz will remember and worship forever.

Morrible: Besides, there only animals.

(She turns to her with disgust.)

Elphaba: No, they're more than that. (Turns to the Wizard) And you are a monster. (Runs out)

Wizard: Elphaba, wait! (Turns to Morrible) We have to find her. She knows too much.

Morrible: Not to worry, sir. I know what to do. (Leaves)

(Elphaba runs through the room where the Grimmerie was set and she grabs it. Galinda comes in.)

Galinda: Elphie, what's going on?

Elphaba: We have to get out of here!

Galinda: What?

Elphaba: Quickly, follow me!

(They go up some side stairs. Chistery sees them leaving and follows them. Meanwhile, Morrible is outside the palace with everyone in the city around her.)

Morrible: Citizens of Oz! There is an enemy that must be found and captured! Believe nothing she says. She's evil and responsible for the mutilation of these poor, innocent monkeys! (Pulls out a winged monkey)

(Crowd Gasps)

Morrible: Her green skin is but an outward manifestation of her twisted nature! This distortion... this repulsion... this... WICKED WITCH!

(Crowd cheer in anger.)

Morrible: Guards! Seal the place and find her!

Guard: Yes, Madame!

(And the search for Elphaba begins.)