Wicked Script
Wicked Script
Script:
ELPHABA Madame Morrible! (Elphaba, the wizard, and Glinda on stage right, Morrible on
stage left)
MORRIBLE Oh Dearie, I couldn’t miss your big moment. (noticing Glinda, and dryly
says) Neither could you, I see.
GLINDA (stares at the book with awe) I don’t believe it. Is that...?
ELPHABA/GLINDA The Grimmerie...? (Both Elphaba and Glinda move toward it,
Morribler right next to Elphaba, The wizard, next to Moribble).
MORRIBLE Yes. Our Ancient Book of Wisdom, Thaumaturgy and Enchantments.
GLINDA (whispers) Can I touch it?
MORRIBLE (whispers) No. (The Wizard starts to lead Elphaba towards it then- stops–)
WIZARD Wait. (to Morrible, who is behind him) She may not be ready. Casting a spell
from the Grimmerie-- that's a tall order! I should know! (Elphaba freezes, thinking, cast
a spell? Where would I even start?)
MORRIBLE (Morrible disappointingly says…)You’re right. We mustn’t rush her.
Perhaps today has been too overwhelming...
(Elphaba, her future at stake, wills herself to say…)
ELPHABA No. Let me prove myself... Please. At least, let me try!
(She waits, tries to breathe. The Wizard looks at Morible, uncertainty. Morrible nods. Elphaba
moves forward toward the book... and then... It opens itself to her. Elphaba’s stunned. She looks back
at Glinda, whose eyes are wide. The Wizard and Morrible are equally stunned. The Wizard turns to
Elphaba–)
WIZARD So. Which spell will you start with?
MORRIBLE Well, we’ve been working on levitation--
WIZARD Have you? You know, Chistery, here-- (he motions to Chistery) You’ve
met Chistery, leader of my Emerald Guards?
(Elphaba meets Chistery’s penetrating gaze, is about to speak to him. But the Wizard pulls Elphaba
aside, speaks low–)
WIZARD He hates to talk about himself-- but he watches the birds so longingly
every morning--
ELPHABA Oh. But-- how could I-- ever–
GLINDA (O.S.) Elphie--? Look!
(They turn, Glinda is pointing in amazement at The Grimmerie. Its pages are turning by themselves,
a whirl of indecipherable symbols. Until... they stop at: A PAGE WITH A DRAWING OF WINGS.
Elphaba moves to it, gently touches the wings, then the mysterious symbols, entranced…)
ELPHABA Are these-- words?
MORRIBLE A lost language... our lost language of spells.
(As Elphaba moves closer to the Grimmerie)
MORRIBLE (CONT’D) Don’t be discouraged if you can’t decipherate it, Dearie, I
myself can only read a word or two, and that took years and years of--
(Elphaba, transfixed, begins to chant, haltingly at first–)
ELPHABA Ah-- tay...? Tah... tay?
MORRIBLE (can barely speak) Praise Oz!
GLINDA (in awe) Oh, Elphie...
(The Wizard and Morrible take each others hands, thrilled. Glinda stares; proud of her friend (but
also-- envious). And now Elphaba CHANTS, fluently, feverishly-- as the symbols in the Grimmerie
begin to glow.)
WIZARD (whispering to Morrible) She can read it!
MORRIBLE What did I tell you? (Everyone is stunned by the power of the book)
Costumes
Elphaba - Witch Hat, black dress
Props
- book
- cardboard monkey
- book stand
- Fan
Personalities
Elphaba: Insecure teenager that has one friend; learns to believe in herself
Glinda: Popular; know it all; spoiled
Wizard of Oz: Liar; trickster; fraud; deceiving; seems kind on outside, dark other side
Madame Morrible: Two faced; kind to Elphaba, rude to Glinda; warm and sweet in
beginning
Glinda - Reese
Elphaba - Davina
Monkey - Regan
Wizard - Luke
Morrible - Grace