Lost in Oz (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Magic from Nothing - full transcript

Previously on "Lost in Oz"...

West, I saw something.

You were powerful, and wicked.

Wicked?

A life of magic,

it can get dangerous.

Where did that magic come from?

We didn't have any elements.

I have no idea.

I can't believe you're leaving.

Go forth.



The only chance to avoid
the king's wrath

is getting Dorothy Gale!

What is this place?

The Gnome Kingdom.

What is this place?

Our beloved, enchanted,

and wise King Ropotch's royal gift stop.

Your new home away from home.

You guys have quite
the welcoming committee.

Forgive their stares.

They've never seen Emerald
City garbage before.

Back to work!

These gifts aren't going to
throw themselves away.

This is foreman Stalagmite,
your new boss.



And his second in command, Zandort.

- Hi...
- Don't...

let them out of your sight.

Copy that, General Guph.

Though there's really
nowhere for you to go.

Welcome to prison.

Settle in, make yourselves
uncomfortable,

and get to work.

We're late for a facial.

Let's get this over with.

Each year, the beloved,
enchanted and wise King Ropotch

throws himself a humongous
birthday celebration.

I don't know if I want to spend eternity

in an unfriendly
post-apocalyptic toy store.

Me, neither.

We'll figure something out.

Somehow.

Every gnome in the kingdom
must bring him a gift.

Most of those gifts end up down here,

and over the course of the next year,

we clear out the junk
to make room for more.

Siltsna!

Drop that teddy bear!

That's good stuffing inside that bear.

We recycle most of the king's presents,

breaking 'em down for
parts and materials.

Whatever's left goes down
the trash chute.

Whoa, now watch those bizarre
lookin' feet of yours.

One step too far and, uh...

Zandort!

Oh, whoa!

Whoa!

Dorothy!

Either way, this is not good.

We're just gonna land in
a big pile of garbage, right?

No, there are no more piles.
This is the end of the piles.

We're heading for
the volcanic incinerator.

Say what?!

Dorothy!

Whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ah!

We have to get over that railing.

Oh, whoa!

What are you doing?

I'm trying to save our lives.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You saved me.

Wh... Well, you're from Emerald City,

you're... you're supposed to
be some kind of monster.

The people of
Emerald City are wonderful,

not monsters.

Even the actual monsters
aren't monsters.

I tried so hard to leave, but...

I'd give anything to be back there now.

Ooh... ooh.

Toto!

Oh, Dorothy. I was so scared.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm good.

And I think I found a way
out of this place.

Show's over, gnomes.

Back to work.

Hey there, Emerald City.

Magic problems bringing you down?

Got a curse that needs lifting?

Supernatural possession?

Or repossession?

We cure it all.

Hi, I'm Dr. Quarlan Scurvy,
witch doctor.

My sprinkles used to have
a mind of their own.

And voices, too.

Horrible tormenting voices.

But not anymore.

Thanks, Dr. Scurvy.

Telekinesis got you bent out of shape?

Wow! No problem.

Thanks, Dr. Scurvy.

Stop banging your head against the wall,

and call Dr. Scurvy.

We cure your magical malady
or your magic back.

Scurvy Magic Solutions
on VanDyne Boulevard,

under the Winky Expressway overpass.

Worth a shot.

And so now, Dr. Scurvy,
magic from... from nothing!

No elements, no anything.

Just me.

Fascinating.

Conjuring magic from within is...

well, it's unheard of.

The stuff of myths and fairytales.

You don't believe me.

I'm freaking out about
this totally magical,

maniacal craziness that went down,

and I need to know
what's happening to me.

Fire away!

And we'll talk services, fees,
liability waivers, what have you.

Just go ahead, conjure at will.

That's the thing.

I've been trying like crazy
to make it happen again,

- but...
- Here.

Use your powers to knock this over.

I can't help you if I can't
see what we're working with.

Okay, right. Look, kid,

I don't have time to goof around or...

I'm not making it up!

Whatever you say.

Hey! It happened!

My friend Dorothy saw it happen!

I don't know what's going on with me.

Thanks anyway.

Hey.

You're not gonna tell
anybody about this. Right?

Ever hear of doctor-patient
confidentiality?

Doesn't apply here 'cause
I'm not a real doctor.

Quarlan, this better be about
the magic you still owe me.

This is better.

You still lookin' for
a certain colorful witch?

What?

Did I do that?

Did you do this?

I... I don't know.

Mom, what is going on with me?

It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

I'll find some way to fix this.

Maybe halcionite mixed with
elixir of solace?

I have to work it out.

Maybe I just need to
talk with someone who...

Absolutely not!

You can't tell anyone about this.

I know it's weighing on you, mifkit.

I can't control it.

That's why it's dangerous.

Keep this between us,

and together we'll make sure
it never happens again.

Thanks, Mom.

Oh! Zandort. Didn't see you there.

You know, everyone says that.

Oh, here, let me fix that for you.

- No, really, that's...
- No, no trouble.

Ooh! Ahh!

See? No more wobble.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

Hey, have you ever heard the old saying,

"friends usually become your prisoners,

"but sometimes your prisoners
become your friends"?

I'm gonna unload this cart
around the other side.

This pile's looking a little top heavy.

Oh, good idea.

Really smooth. Thanks... friend.

Have you ever heard the old saying,

"one king's trash is another
girl's ticket out of here"?

No, you haven't,
because I just made it up.

"While the conjuring of internal magic"

"makes for entertaining legends,"

"modern science provides no evidence of"

"non-elemental magic
existing in nature."

Come on.

Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep.

Don't fall asleep.

I know it's weighing on you, mifkit,

but you can't tell anyone about this.

You can do this, West.

Yes! You're doing it, West.

West! West!

West. West.

West! West!

Hey! Hey, guys!

I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

Yeah. Are you okay?

Just drop it. Okay?

No. You're clearly
going through something,

and I want you to know
that I'm here for you.

I'm your friend.

If you're really my friend,

you'll forget any of this ever happened.

You've got solid
readings on all instruments.

Data is coming in hot.

These readings seem to show
all your energy is coming from

your pink paw.

Well, that makes sense.

When Dr. Pip poured the powder
of life on my pink paw...

Wait a minute.
Did you say powder of life?

Mark it down, Reigh.

The experiment's been compromised
with elemental magic.

Let's get you sewn back up.

- Ojo?
- I should have called,

but I just found myself
heading here because...

I don't know where else to turn.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, but...

I'm worried about West.

I think you're the only one
who can help her.

West has a gift.

She may be the key to
discovering sustainable magic.

Maybe so.

Find another key.

Quilliam. Quilliam.
Where did I put the quilliam?

You're making a mistake.

If she represses her magical abilities,

they will come out in
uncontrolled and dangerous ways.

Once I cast this spell on West,

her inner magic will be gone,

and she won't have to repress anything.

West is special, and we
both know that in Oz,

special people can become
targets of the wicked.

West needs to learn how to
develop her skills,

not squash them.

She needs guidance; my guidance.

And doesn't that just
work out perfectly for you?

You get your lab rat, while I...

You know that I would never put...

I have already lost my sister.

I'm not risking my daughter, too.

I loved your sister like my own.

But West is so far beyond Langwidere,

that they don't belong in
the same discussion.

She could change the world.

Don't take that away from her.

It's gonna work.

What's that?

It's, uh...

Are you stealing the king's garbage?

No. This is a... a gift.

For the king for his birthday.

Oh, yeah? Really? What is it?

It's a, uh...

A music box.

Now, it's not finished,

but just so you get the basic idea.

Uh, what kind of music is that?

Uh, wh... what?

You've never heard
traditional Kansas folk music?

Oh, wait a second. You're
trying to pull one over on me,

'cause I've been nice to you.

What? No, I'm not.

I don't know what that is,

but we both know it's not a music box.

Why, sure it is.

Yeah, it... it's a little out
of tune, sure, but hey,

it's got a good beat.

See? Toto knows what's up.

Bravo.

Oh, no. Don't stop on my account.

Play, maestro, play.

Up tempo! Dance! Dance!

Molte allegro! Appassionato!

Looks like you just became
the entertainment

for the king's birthday dinner.

Rehearsal starts tomorrow.

I... I gotta say,

I'm really more of an
interpretive dancer.

How am I supposed to learn
a whole routine?

I'll never remember the steps.

The king's birthday is in three days.

If our plan works,
we'll be long gone by then.

You know, West, I was in the
library today researching magic;

it's properties, it's qualities,

how to conjure it out of thin air.

And I didn't get all that far,

but I did find a
fascinating dissertation

on the taxonomy of non-metals...

What are you talking about?

I just...

I just want to help you
figure out your powers.

I thought I told you to forget that.

No one can know.

Right, right. Totally understood.

Except, the thing about that is
I maybe already told Glinda.

Ojo! How could you?

I trusted you!

I'm just trying to help you, West.

You can't ignore your powers forever.

I won't have to if I don't
have them to begin with.

What do you mean?

My mom's working on a cure.

She thinks she can get rid
of these powers for good.

But you've dreamed of being
a powerful witch

your whole life.

Well, maybe it's time to wake up.

You sure about this, West?

You're gonna give up your power

before you learn how to use it?

See you at school tomorrow.

Hey, West, I just saw a gnome outs...

You're comin' with me.

The witch and a giant munchkin?

General Guph is gonna be thrilled.

He's got big plans for the two of you.

Ojo, look out!

West.

Use your powers.

Uh, what's supposed to be happening?

Wha...

Hey.

Hey!

Are you kids all right?

Yeah. I think so.

I'm fine, but why is she here?

What was all that about General Guph?

Ojo, go to the front desk smart ball,

and call the Bureau of Magic.

When I'm asleep, I blast holes in walls,

but when I need it most,
I can't conjure magic at all.

You're right, Mom.

I shouldn't have it
if I can't control it.

No. West, I was wrong.

This is you.

It's who you are.

But it's too dangerous.

Ignoring what's inside of you
is dangerous.

You're special, West.

It's time to embrace that.
It's time I embraced that.

This magic you have
within you isn't a curse.

It's a gift.

And the greatest power you have

to defend yourself against the wicked.

But you're gonna need some guidance.

No matter what,

you have to promise me
you'll protect my little girl.

On my word, old friend.

I love you, Mom.

I love you so much, mifkit.

You're gonna change the world.

Whoa.

I think that's the most
beautiful escape sand boat

I've ever seen.

All we have to do is get this boat

out those doors and catch the wind.