The Hardy Boys: The Mystery of the Applegate Treasure (1956): Season 1, Episode 10 - Iola's Bravery - full transcript
(♪ 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"...
"Iola‘s Bravery."
(clock ticking)
(crickets chirping)
I don‘t know how slow
Iola walks, but--
Plenty slow, I bet.
She was sure scared.
Well, she‘s there now.
That‘s a cinch.
Hey, you think it‘s OK letting
a girl go out alone at night?
Oh, what could hurt her?
(crickets chirping)
(crickets inaudible)
(dirt scraping)
(clang)
(sighs)
(clang)
(ticking stops)
(ticking resumes)
(clink)
(ticking stops)
(ticking resumes)
(shriek)
You hear something?
What?
I don‘t know.
Oh, relax.
If anything happens to
her, it‘ll be our fault.
Halt!
I see you.
Where are you?
Halt!
Answer me!
You heard that,
didn‘t you?
Somebody‘s shouting
someplace.
Answer me!
Who are you?!
Where are you?!
Answer me, I said.
Answer me!
Where are you?
(tools clattering)
You can‘t get away
from me, you-you...
you trespasser, you.
(clang)
(clang)
(clattering)
(Applegate) Stop!
(clanging)
(sproing)
(wire vibrating)
(clang)
I don‘t care who you are!
Here I come!
I know where you are now!
Yes, I do.
(clang, vibrates)
(clattering)
I got you,
you robbers.
Assassins!
(yelling)
Where are you?!
Where are you?!
I‘ll st-- (muffled)
I‘ll get you.
I‘ll get you,
you-- (muffled)
I‘ll get you.
I‘ll get you, you--
(muffled)
(stifled laughter)
(Applegate muttering)
There.
(clunk)
Where are you?
Where are you?!
(clatter,
footsteps)
(door closes)
Now I got you.
Oh, no, you don‘t.
(screaming)
(Iola screaming)
Frank, I can‘t
stand it anymore.
Frank? Joe?
Now where‘d they go?
Oh, my.
Isn‘t it
a lovely evening?
Yeah. Didn‘t you
hear something
that sounded like
a man yelling?
Oh, somebody left
the television on,
that‘s all.
Probably the Joneses.
No. Came from down there.
Oh, please, please,
Mr. Applegate!
Let me out!
It‘s me, Iola Morton!
Who?
Iola Morton!
Oh, please!
But wait.
Please!
Ooh, I‘ll-- I can‘t
get the door open.
I‘ll tell my father!
I said I‘ll have to go over
and get the keys.
Oh, please!
Don‘t worry.
Please, Mr. Applegate,
let me out!
I thought you were some boys,
that‘s all. I mean...
Oh. Oh, dear.
(Iola screams)
There she is.
Iola.
Joe, Frank,
get me out of here!
Hey, maybe the windows.
Let‘s try and push it
in on the side.
(screams)
(screams)
There it is again.
Oh, the Bronsons
have been fighting
a good deal lately.
Her mother‘s in town.
(Iola screams)
Look out, Joe.
Wait a minute! I‘m coming!
I tried to get
the pick and shovel,
only he was chasing me.
Joe, it‘s Mr. Jackley!
Is he dead?
It‘s tied.
Great Scott!
What‘s going on here?
Jackley!
Hi.
I guess now it‘s
a real mystery.
(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"...
"Iola‘s Bravery."
(clock ticking)
(crickets chirping)
I don‘t know how slow
Iola walks, but--
Plenty slow, I bet.
She was sure scared.
Well, she‘s there now.
That‘s a cinch.
Hey, you think it‘s OK letting
a girl go out alone at night?
Oh, what could hurt her?
(crickets chirping)
(crickets inaudible)
(dirt scraping)
(clang)
(sighs)
(clang)
(ticking stops)
(ticking resumes)
(clink)
(ticking stops)
(ticking resumes)
(shriek)
You hear something?
What?
I don‘t know.
Oh, relax.
If anything happens to
her, it‘ll be our fault.
Halt!
I see you.
Where are you?
Halt!
Answer me!
You heard that,
didn‘t you?
Somebody‘s shouting
someplace.
Answer me!
Who are you?!
Where are you?!
Answer me, I said.
Answer me!
Where are you?
(tools clattering)
You can‘t get away
from me, you-you...
you trespasser, you.
(clang)
(clang)
(clattering)
(Applegate) Stop!
(clanging)
(sproing)
(wire vibrating)
(clang)
I don‘t care who you are!
Here I come!
I know where you are now!
Yes, I do.
(clang, vibrates)
(clattering)
I got you,
you robbers.
Assassins!
(yelling)
Where are you?!
Where are you?!
I‘ll st-- (muffled)
I‘ll get you.
I‘ll get you,
you-- (muffled)
I‘ll get you.
I‘ll get you, you--
(muffled)
(stifled laughter)
(Applegate muttering)
There.
(clunk)
Where are you?
Where are you?!
(clatter,
footsteps)
(door closes)
Now I got you.
Oh, no, you don‘t.
(screaming)
(Iola screaming)
Frank, I can‘t
stand it anymore.
Frank? Joe?
Now where‘d they go?
Oh, my.
Isn‘t it
a lovely evening?
Yeah. Didn‘t you
hear something
that sounded like
a man yelling?
Oh, somebody left
the television on,
that‘s all.
Probably the Joneses.
No. Came from down there.
Oh, please, please,
Mr. Applegate!
Let me out!
It‘s me, Iola Morton!
Who?
Iola Morton!
Oh, please!
But wait.
Please!
Ooh, I‘ll-- I can‘t
get the door open.
I‘ll tell my father!
I said I‘ll have to go over
and get the keys.
Oh, please!
Don‘t worry.
Please, Mr. Applegate,
let me out!
I thought you were some boys,
that‘s all. I mean...
Oh. Oh, dear.
(Iola screams)
There she is.
Iola.
Joe, Frank,
get me out of here!
Hey, maybe the windows.
Let‘s try and push it
in on the side.
(screams)
(screams)
There it is again.
Oh, the Bronsons
have been fighting
a good deal lately.
Her mother‘s in town.
(Iola screams)
Look out, Joe.
Wait a minute! I‘m coming!
I tried to get
the pick and shovel,
only he was chasing me.
Joe, it‘s Mr. Jackley!
Is he dead?
It‘s tied.
Great Scott!
What‘s going on here?
Jackley!
Hi.
I guess now it‘s
a real mystery.