The Hardy Boys: The Mystery of the Applegate Treasure (1956): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Stranger - full transcript
Iola's purse is stolen, and Frank and Joe track the suspected thief onto Silas Applegate's property. They spot Silas' plumber and hired hand before Silas comes out and orders them off the property.
(♪ fanfare)
(Thurl Ravenscroft)
♪ Gold doubloons
and pieces of eight
♪ Handed down to Applegate
♪ From buccaneers
who fought for years
♪ For gold doubloons
and pieces of eight
Handed down
in a pirate‘s chest.
The gold they sailed for,
east and west.
The treasure bright
that made men fight.
Till none were left
to bury the chest.
♪ So now the gold
and pieces of eight
♪ All belong to Applegate
♪ The chest is here,
but wait...
♪ Now where are
those gold doubloons
and pieces of eight?
♪ Pieces of eight,
pieces of eight ♪
(narrator) Today‘s episode
in the "Mystery of the
Applegate Treasure..."
The Stranger.
(boy) To begin with,
we live in Bayport.
It‘s not a very big place,
and some of the people
who live here
go to work up in the city.
The rest of us stay
in Bayport all the time,
which gets to be
a little dull,
‘cause Bayport‘s
a quiet sort of town,
especially in the summertime.
There are a lot
of old houses and trees,
and our house is on
a quiet little street.
But I guess it‘s not always
so quiet inside.
(pounding/ringing)
(woman) Frank!
Frank?
Frank?
That‘s Aunt Gertrude.
Frank!
My name is Frank.
Frank, please answer that.
I‘m busy with
the double boiler.
Frank, it might
be your father.
Why didn‘t she say
the phone was ringing?
Hello?
Hello?
Hey, wake up.
Aw...
I guess in most kids‘ houses,
when the phone rings
and it turns out to be nothin‘,
like that was,
well, you forget it,
but here, a guy
always sort of hopes,
because my father‘s
a detective.
His name is Fenton Hardy,
and he‘s a private detective.
And if he didn‘t
spend so much time
at his office in the city,
one of those calls
might be something.
It might be a case,
a mystery,
a little bit of excitement
instead of having to stay home
and put springs on screen doors
and - Ach...
‘Cause that‘s the trouble.
Anybody can imagine
what it‘s like to be
the famous detective,
but nobody could even
guess what it‘s like
to be the son of one.
There, that‘s the worst example
of the effect it can have.
The last member of the family,
my juvenile brother Joe.
The car‘s empty,
but there‘s no time to check
for fingerprints.
Lieutenant, the smugglers
must be close now.
They may have seen us.
You take the FBI man
around the back.
Sheriff, you hold
your deputies here until -
Hey, look out.
They‘ve seen us.
(imitates gun firing)
Now, isn‘t that ridiculous?
Hey, Sheriff, get these
smugglin‘ rats outta here.
There you are, Sheriff,
scientific muscle tensions.
You know, I bet I could‘ve
brought those dirty rats
outta here
with hydraulics
if I‘d have wanted to.
Sure, hydraulics,
Sheriff.
Plain-old everyday
water power to you.
Hands up.
Ha-ha-ha-ha.
Look out!
You‘re getting me wet.
That‘s what
I‘m trying to do.
Can‘t you take a joke?
You‘re gettin‘ me all wet!
(both talk at once)
Let go! You‘re getting me
wet all over.
Why‘d you squirt me?
Kick him. He squirted you,
didn‘t he?
Use your feet. Hey, you,
go on, use your feet.
Let go of the hose.
You‘re gettin‘ me -
Oh, Joe!
Aw, you guys
don‘t know how to wrestle.
Well, you don‘t.
You‘re both no good.
Real wrestlers kick each other
all the time.
They do.
Who was that?
I don‘t know.
What‘s he runnin‘ for?
Sure must be nervous.
Maybe he‘s a mystery,
Lieutenant.
Oh, lay off.
Now, when I was a spy
for the Secret Service,
when I used to rake up leaves
for Scotland Yard...
Oh, cut it out. Maybe
I was just sort of pretending
I was pretending.
Joe, you seen
my wire cutters?
Darn spring
for the front door
is still too long.
Mm-mmm. You know,
sometimes I wish I was
just a little kid again.
At least there would be
some excitement around here.
Oh, relax.
Just a strange case
of the dull summer again.
Hey, you had those
wire cutters on your bike,
didn‘t ya?
Maybe you lost ‘em
someplace.
I did not.
It wouldn‘t be so bad
if Dad had kept his promise
and got a job here in town
instead of in the city.
Then we could work
on a case with him.
Work on a real mystery
for a change.
Yeah. Wonder what kind of case
it would‘ve been.
If he just weren‘t so busy
he had to sleep in the city
so much,
then maybe...
(phone ringing)
Oh, Frank, get that,
will you?
Tell Joe lunch is ready.
You answer it.
It‘s your turn.
Why? It won‘t be anything
very important. It never is.
Go on, answer it.
For heaven‘s sakes -
Hello?
(knife tapping out code)
Hello?
(bad Chinese accent)
Looky, looky, wrong number.
Talk too much. Go away.
Don‘t want any.
Press pants and laundry here.
Don‘t want any. Go away.
(phone rings)
Never mind. I‘ll get it
this time.
Hell - Oh...
Boys, listen.
On the telephone,
somebody‘s choking.
Case of the dull summer
again.
I distinctly heard -
I‘m gonna get her.
But who is it?
It‘s the last straw,
that‘s who.
I‘ll keep her busy on the phone.
Get going.
Right.
No shooting
unless you have to.
Right, Inspector.
(feigns choking)
Oh. Maybe he should
boil her in oil.
Which reminds me,
lunch is all ready.
Please, Aunt Gertrude.
I mean it. As soon as
he gets over there, have him
march right back here.
All right, but at least
give him time to make her
stop bothering us.
(tapping continues)
Hey, Joe, listen.
Listen to what?
To this.
What is it?
A bomb, I guess.
Yeah. Sounds like it‘s
about ready to go off, too.
Whoever it is is sure
gonna get blown up.
Boy, are they.
This is ser-
I mean, this is serious.
We gotta do something.
I can‘t stand this
much longer.
Hey, isn‘t there
anybody there?
Can‘t ya hear me?
You gotta do something.
(feigns choking)
I am the clutching hand.
I do all sorts of things.
I am the clutching hand.
I kill people. Aah!
Joseph Hardy, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself.
It‘s not nice
to scare people.
Oh, yeah? I‘m Iola Morton,
scared as a clutching rabbit.
You stop. You‘ll be sorry.
These are my mother‘s
best gloves.
You scared Aunt Gertrude
till she turned blue.
You‘re the one
who‘s gonna be sorry.
I just tried to get
a message through,
that‘s all.
You‘re such a bad detective,
you couldn‘t tell
the secret code.
Huh?
‘Cause my father saw your father
in the city this morning,
and he asked him to send
a message to your house.
I never heard any code
like you were doing
on the telephone.
Of course you didn‘t.
I just made it up.
How could I tell
what it was?
Play games by yourself
for a while.
Joe, please.
There was a message, honest.
Your father‘s gonna be home
this afternoon, that‘s all.
You mean he‘s come back
from the city?
And he‘s finished that job
in the city?
And he‘s coming back
to Bayport?
And we‘re gonna work on
a real case together?
Us? Me too?
A real mystery.
(squeals)
Joe. Joe.
Dad‘s coming.
Yahoo!
Joe, can‘t I be
a Hardy boy, too?
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Yeow!
Yeow-ee!
Frank! Frank!
Frank, Dad‘s home!
First, he doesn‘t know how
to wrestle.
Now he doesn‘t even
know how to ride a bicycle.
Hey, Frank,
Dad‘s coming!
Whoo-hoo!
He‘s coming.
(yelling and barking)
Boys, boys,
what‘s the matter?
Yoo-hoo!
Frank, how many times
must I tell you -
Dad‘s coming home.
What?
Doc Morton saw him
in the city this morning.
If Iola hadn‘t goofed
trying to use some code -
Joe, slow down.
That‘s why she was
on the telephone.
If you boys wouldn‘t
stay on the phone
so much,
maybe your father
could get through
once in a while.
Dad‘s on his way already.
He oughta be here any minute.
I better get him
some lunch.
Who cares? Don‘t ya understand?
Now he‘ll have time
for a mystery with us.
A real mystery.
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Mystery?
What sort of a mystery?
Oh, dear.
(boys whooping)
(Thurl Ravenscroft)
♪ Gold doubloons
and pieces of eight
♪ Handed down to Applegate
♪ From buccaneers
who fought for years
♪ For gold doubloons
and pieces of eight
Handed down
in a pirate‘s chest.
The gold they sailed for,
east and west.
The treasure bright
that made men fight.
Till none were left
to bury the chest.
♪ So now the gold
and pieces of eight
♪ All belong to Applegate
♪ The chest is here,
but wait...
♪ Now where are
those gold doubloons
and pieces of eight?
♪ Pieces of eight,
pieces of eight ♪
(narrator) Today‘s episode
in the "Mystery of the
Applegate Treasure..."
The Stranger.
(boy) To begin with,
we live in Bayport.
It‘s not a very big place,
and some of the people
who live here
go to work up in the city.
The rest of us stay
in Bayport all the time,
which gets to be
a little dull,
‘cause Bayport‘s
a quiet sort of town,
especially in the summertime.
There are a lot
of old houses and trees,
and our house is on
a quiet little street.
But I guess it‘s not always
so quiet inside.
(pounding/ringing)
(woman) Frank!
Frank?
Frank?
That‘s Aunt Gertrude.
Frank!
My name is Frank.
Frank, please answer that.
I‘m busy with
the double boiler.
Frank, it might
be your father.
Why didn‘t she say
the phone was ringing?
Hello?
Hello?
Hey, wake up.
Aw...
I guess in most kids‘ houses,
when the phone rings
and it turns out to be nothin‘,
like that was,
well, you forget it,
but here, a guy
always sort of hopes,
because my father‘s
a detective.
His name is Fenton Hardy,
and he‘s a private detective.
And if he didn‘t
spend so much time
at his office in the city,
one of those calls
might be something.
It might be a case,
a mystery,
a little bit of excitement
instead of having to stay home
and put springs on screen doors
and - Ach...
‘Cause that‘s the trouble.
Anybody can imagine
what it‘s like to be
the famous detective,
but nobody could even
guess what it‘s like
to be the son of one.
There, that‘s the worst example
of the effect it can have.
The last member of the family,
my juvenile brother Joe.
The car‘s empty,
but there‘s no time to check
for fingerprints.
Lieutenant, the smugglers
must be close now.
They may have seen us.
You take the FBI man
around the back.
Sheriff, you hold
your deputies here until -
Hey, look out.
They‘ve seen us.
(imitates gun firing)
Now, isn‘t that ridiculous?
Hey, Sheriff, get these
smugglin‘ rats outta here.
There you are, Sheriff,
scientific muscle tensions.
You know, I bet I could‘ve
brought those dirty rats
outta here
with hydraulics
if I‘d have wanted to.
Sure, hydraulics,
Sheriff.
Plain-old everyday
water power to you.
Hands up.
Ha-ha-ha-ha.
Look out!
You‘re getting me wet.
That‘s what
I‘m trying to do.
Can‘t you take a joke?
You‘re gettin‘ me all wet!
(both talk at once)
Let go! You‘re getting me
wet all over.
Why‘d you squirt me?
Kick him. He squirted you,
didn‘t he?
Use your feet. Hey, you,
go on, use your feet.
Let go of the hose.
You‘re gettin‘ me -
Oh, Joe!
Aw, you guys
don‘t know how to wrestle.
Well, you don‘t.
You‘re both no good.
Real wrestlers kick each other
all the time.
They do.
Who was that?
I don‘t know.
What‘s he runnin‘ for?
Sure must be nervous.
Maybe he‘s a mystery,
Lieutenant.
Oh, lay off.
Now, when I was a spy
for the Secret Service,
when I used to rake up leaves
for Scotland Yard...
Oh, cut it out. Maybe
I was just sort of pretending
I was pretending.
Joe, you seen
my wire cutters?
Darn spring
for the front door
is still too long.
Mm-mmm. You know,
sometimes I wish I was
just a little kid again.
At least there would be
some excitement around here.
Oh, relax.
Just a strange case
of the dull summer again.
Hey, you had those
wire cutters on your bike,
didn‘t ya?
Maybe you lost ‘em
someplace.
I did not.
It wouldn‘t be so bad
if Dad had kept his promise
and got a job here in town
instead of in the city.
Then we could work
on a case with him.
Work on a real mystery
for a change.
Yeah. Wonder what kind of case
it would‘ve been.
If he just weren‘t so busy
he had to sleep in the city
so much,
then maybe...
(phone ringing)
Oh, Frank, get that,
will you?
Tell Joe lunch is ready.
You answer it.
It‘s your turn.
Why? It won‘t be anything
very important. It never is.
Go on, answer it.
For heaven‘s sakes -
Hello?
(knife tapping out code)
Hello?
(bad Chinese accent)
Looky, looky, wrong number.
Talk too much. Go away.
Don‘t want any.
Press pants and laundry here.
Don‘t want any. Go away.
(phone rings)
Never mind. I‘ll get it
this time.
Hell - Oh...
Boys, listen.
On the telephone,
somebody‘s choking.
Case of the dull summer
again.
I distinctly heard -
I‘m gonna get her.
But who is it?
It‘s the last straw,
that‘s who.
I‘ll keep her busy on the phone.
Get going.
Right.
No shooting
unless you have to.
Right, Inspector.
(feigns choking)
Oh. Maybe he should
boil her in oil.
Which reminds me,
lunch is all ready.
Please, Aunt Gertrude.
I mean it. As soon as
he gets over there, have him
march right back here.
All right, but at least
give him time to make her
stop bothering us.
(tapping continues)
Hey, Joe, listen.
Listen to what?
To this.
What is it?
A bomb, I guess.
Yeah. Sounds like it‘s
about ready to go off, too.
Whoever it is is sure
gonna get blown up.
Boy, are they.
This is ser-
I mean, this is serious.
We gotta do something.
I can‘t stand this
much longer.
Hey, isn‘t there
anybody there?
Can‘t ya hear me?
You gotta do something.
(feigns choking)
I am the clutching hand.
I do all sorts of things.
I am the clutching hand.
I kill people. Aah!
Joseph Hardy, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself.
It‘s not nice
to scare people.
Oh, yeah? I‘m Iola Morton,
scared as a clutching rabbit.
You stop. You‘ll be sorry.
These are my mother‘s
best gloves.
You scared Aunt Gertrude
till she turned blue.
You‘re the one
who‘s gonna be sorry.
I just tried to get
a message through,
that‘s all.
You‘re such a bad detective,
you couldn‘t tell
the secret code.
Huh?
‘Cause my father saw your father
in the city this morning,
and he asked him to send
a message to your house.
I never heard any code
like you were doing
on the telephone.
Of course you didn‘t.
I just made it up.
How could I tell
what it was?
Play games by yourself
for a while.
Joe, please.
There was a message, honest.
Your father‘s gonna be home
this afternoon, that‘s all.
You mean he‘s come back
from the city?
And he‘s finished that job
in the city?
And he‘s coming back
to Bayport?
And we‘re gonna work on
a real case together?
Us? Me too?
A real mystery.
(squeals)
Joe. Joe.
Dad‘s coming.
Yahoo!
Joe, can‘t I be
a Hardy boy, too?
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Yeow!
Yeow-ee!
Frank! Frank!
Frank, Dad‘s home!
First, he doesn‘t know how
to wrestle.
Now he doesn‘t even
know how to ride a bicycle.
Hey, Frank,
Dad‘s coming!
Whoo-hoo!
He‘s coming.
(yelling and barking)
Boys, boys,
what‘s the matter?
Yoo-hoo!
Frank, how many times
must I tell you -
Dad‘s coming home.
What?
Doc Morton saw him
in the city this morning.
If Iola hadn‘t goofed
trying to use some code -
Joe, slow down.
That‘s why she was
on the telephone.
If you boys wouldn‘t
stay on the phone
so much,
maybe your father
could get through
once in a while.
Dad‘s on his way already.
He oughta be here any minute.
I better get him
some lunch.
Who cares? Don‘t ya understand?
Now he‘ll have time
for a mystery with us.
A real mystery.
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Mystery?
What sort of a mystery?
Oh, dear.
(boys whooping)