The Hardy Boys: The Mystery of the Applegate Treasure (1956): Season 1, Episode 11 - Footsteps in the Tower - full transcript
(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 ♪
(announcer) Today‘s
episode in The Mystery of
the Applegate Treasure--
"Footsteps in the Tower."
(clatter,
footsteps)
(screams)
Iola.
Joe, Frank,
get me out of here!
Hey, maybe the windows.
Let‘s try and push it
in on the side.
(screams)
I tried to get
the pick and shovel.
Only, he was chasing me.
Joe, it‘s Mr. Jackley!
Is he dead?
It‘s tied.
(Iola) Who tied him?
(Frank) I can‘t
get the--
(Iola) You should
have seen Applegate.
Great Scott!
What‘s going on here?
Jackley!
Hi.
I guess now it‘s
a real mystery.
(gasps)
(Fenton) What in
the name of Sam Hill?
(Applegate) Jackley.
He‘s a plumber.
He‘s not dead,
is he?
No, of course not.
Here, give me a hand, boys.
Let‘s get him over
on that couch.
Well, then, Fenton‘s
found a mess here,
isn‘t it, eh?
All right, here we go.
All right, easy.
Oh, dear. Ohh.
All right, lift his
feet up, Frank.
OK, Dad.
The knot‘s
there in back.
Stand back,
children.
I‘ll take care
of this.
Now, take it easy,
Mr. Applegate.
It doesn‘t look as though
he needed a shave, too.
Well, I only brought
these along
because I thought
there might be danger.
To whom?
Mr. Applegate wasn‘t
gonna stab anybody, Dad.
No, of course not.
Thank you, young man.
That‘s Lafitte‘s dagger,
Dad. The pirate.
He locked me in.
That other thing over
there is just a cutlass.
You know what I‘m
gonna do, Mr. Hardy?
I‘m gonna tell my father.
Iola, will you
get out of the way?
You understand, Hardy,
I only thought
the children might
be in danger.
Lafitte‘s the guy
that gave the doubloons
to his grandfather
in the first place.
I don‘t care!
He locked me in!
Mr. Jackley
needs air.
(grunts)
Now be quiet,
all of you, will you?
Now, who is this
Jackley, anyway?
Well, he‘s been
working for me
for several days,
but I certainly
didn‘t tell him
to come over here
and have this
happen to him.
I sat on him, too.
Ah. He‘s been hit
in the head.
Looks like that‘s the only
place he‘s been hit, though.
Who found him this way?
She did,
and we saw her,
but well, we haven‘t
had much time
to figure out anything,
‘cause, well,
you came in and
took over everything.
Well, I‘m still
the one who found him.
I only sat on him
because he locked me in
when I heard a noise...
noise upstairs and...
A noise?
Upstairs?
Oh, no, no.
I was standing
by the door,
and the boys came
and stood by
the window, and...
What sort of noise?
(shrieks)
That?
The owl?
(mouths word)
Oh, that‘s nothing
to be afraid of.
(Frank) Well, it isn‘t.
He‘s been
restless like that
for several
days now.
Something
scares him, maybe.
Footsteps.
What‘s up there,
Mr. Applegate?
And how
should I know?
Oh, you mean
the rooms.
Well, uh, another
one like this,
then over that,
a third story
just the same.
But there‘s
nothing up there
in the tower rooms
that I know of.
But I‘m sure
I heard footsteps
and then a door shut and--
Well, all of you wait here,
and I‘ll go take a look.
(Joe) It‘s not fair!
Well...
Well, it‘s our case, and...
I wouldn‘t be afraid
to go up there and...
and see what‘s...
what‘s...
Well, I-I wouldn‘t.
Now keep quiet.
I guess my mother must
be worried about me, maybe.
Shh.
Don‘t be frightened,
children. I‘m here.
(door creaks)
But I‘m sure
I heard somebody.
Sometimes a child‘s
imagination...
I guess Mr. Jackley
didn‘t hit himself
over the head.
Oh, no. No,
of course not.
(window shade flaps)
Never mind, everybody!
It‘s just me!
Nobody up here!
(board clatters)
Hey.
(gasps)
(moans)
(Jackley) What‘s-
What‘s happening?
(boy) Shh.
(moans) Which one
of you hit me?
None of us.
Oh, that‘s right. I...
bumped into something. I...
(Frank) Mr. Jackley,
shouldn‘t you--
I‘m all right.
I‘ll be fine now.
Mr. Hardy‘s gone
upstairs to see.
Who? Uh, gone where?
Well, there‘s
nothing upstairs.
There‘s no reason
for anybody to--
Mr. Jackley,
be quiet.
(Joe) Dad‘s
up there now.
Now? (moans)
(Applegate) Shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.
I‘m going home.
Wait, Iola.
Goodbye!
(screams)
Applegate, grab him!
(screams)
(yells)
Look out! Look out!
Are you all right?
I‘m fine.
Well, I guess
you don‘t mind
my butting in to your case
this time, do you?
Oh, brother.
(chuckles)
You all right, Frank?
Sure, Dad.
Hey, I never saw
this guy before.
It‘s Boles. Boles,
my old gardener.
Gardener? Hey!
You mean the one
that used to
work for you?
Yeah.
When your treasure was
stolen years ago, remember?
What‘s all
this treasure?
Whose treasure? Where?
Now, now,
never mind.
We‘ll just call
the police.
That man‘s
a trespasser.
That‘s what he is.
Is he the one who hit you
tonight, who tied you up?
Well, search me.
Could‘ve been
Captain Kidd
for all I saw.
Captain Kidd had
nothing to do with it.
Well, you said treasure.
Maybe Boles was snooping
for your doubloons.
Hardy, you just
call the police.
There‘s no need
to bother
about anything else,
is there, boys, eh?
I guess they figure
you and I don‘t belong here.
Huh? Oh, no, no, no,
not that.
You‘ve been very handy.
It‘s just that
the boys and I are
the only ones who know--
No, we‘re not.
What am I talking about?
Oh, dear, dear, dear.
What are you two
doing here, anyway?
Come to think of it,
you‘re trespassing,
too, aren‘t you?
Fine thing, Hardy,
to allow your sons--
Now, look, Applegate.
And you, trying to make off
with that pick and shovel.
What‘s this all about?
What‘s happening
here tonight?
Don‘t look at me,
Mr. Applegate.
I just wish...
I just wish I had stayed
away from this house.
Oh, dear, dear.
I-I‘m sorry.
There, there. Don‘t cry,
little girl. Please don‘t cry.
Well, let‘s get
this man inside.
Applegate, you
call the police.
Huh? Oh.
Now, Iola, will
you stop crying?
We‘ll get you home
in a few minutes.
Don‘t worry.
Apple Juice
won‘t be so sore
when that guy
Boles comes to.
Huh?
What do you
wanna bet
he knows where
the treasure is?
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 ♪
(announcer) Today‘s
episode in The Mystery of
the Applegate Treasure--
"Footsteps in the Tower."
(clatter,
footsteps)
(screams)
Iola.
Joe, Frank,
get me out of here!
Hey, maybe the windows.
Let‘s try and push it
in on the side.
(screams)
I tried to get
the pick and shovel.
Only, he was chasing me.
Joe, it‘s Mr. Jackley!
Is he dead?
It‘s tied.
(Iola) Who tied him?
(Frank) I can‘t
get the--
(Iola) You should
have seen Applegate.
Great Scott!
What‘s going on here?
Jackley!
Hi.
I guess now it‘s
a real mystery.
(gasps)
(Fenton) What in
the name of Sam Hill?
(Applegate) Jackley.
He‘s a plumber.
He‘s not dead,
is he?
No, of course not.
Here, give me a hand, boys.
Let‘s get him over
on that couch.
Well, then, Fenton‘s
found a mess here,
isn‘t it, eh?
All right, here we go.
All right, easy.
Oh, dear. Ohh.
All right, lift his
feet up, Frank.
OK, Dad.
The knot‘s
there in back.
Stand back,
children.
I‘ll take care
of this.
Now, take it easy,
Mr. Applegate.
It doesn‘t look as though
he needed a shave, too.
Well, I only brought
these along
because I thought
there might be danger.
To whom?
Mr. Applegate wasn‘t
gonna stab anybody, Dad.
No, of course not.
Thank you, young man.
That‘s Lafitte‘s dagger,
Dad. The pirate.
He locked me in.
That other thing over
there is just a cutlass.
You know what I‘m
gonna do, Mr. Hardy?
I‘m gonna tell my father.
Iola, will you
get out of the way?
You understand, Hardy,
I only thought
the children might
be in danger.
Lafitte‘s the guy
that gave the doubloons
to his grandfather
in the first place.
I don‘t care!
He locked me in!
Mr. Jackley
needs air.
(grunts)
Now be quiet,
all of you, will you?
Now, who is this
Jackley, anyway?
Well, he‘s been
working for me
for several days,
but I certainly
didn‘t tell him
to come over here
and have this
happen to him.
I sat on him, too.
Ah. He‘s been hit
in the head.
Looks like that‘s the only
place he‘s been hit, though.
Who found him this way?
She did,
and we saw her,
but well, we haven‘t
had much time
to figure out anything,
‘cause, well,
you came in and
took over everything.
Well, I‘m still
the one who found him.
I only sat on him
because he locked me in
when I heard a noise...
noise upstairs and...
A noise?
Upstairs?
Oh, no, no.
I was standing
by the door,
and the boys came
and stood by
the window, and...
What sort of noise?
(shrieks)
That?
The owl?
(mouths word)
Oh, that‘s nothing
to be afraid of.
(Frank) Well, it isn‘t.
He‘s been
restless like that
for several
days now.
Something
scares him, maybe.
Footsteps.
What‘s up there,
Mr. Applegate?
And how
should I know?
Oh, you mean
the rooms.
Well, uh, another
one like this,
then over that,
a third story
just the same.
But there‘s
nothing up there
in the tower rooms
that I know of.
But I‘m sure
I heard footsteps
and then a door shut and--
Well, all of you wait here,
and I‘ll go take a look.
(Joe) It‘s not fair!
Well...
Well, it‘s our case, and...
I wouldn‘t be afraid
to go up there and...
and see what‘s...
what‘s...
Well, I-I wouldn‘t.
Now keep quiet.
I guess my mother must
be worried about me, maybe.
Shh.
Don‘t be frightened,
children. I‘m here.
(door creaks)
But I‘m sure
I heard somebody.
Sometimes a child‘s
imagination...
I guess Mr. Jackley
didn‘t hit himself
over the head.
Oh, no. No,
of course not.
(window shade flaps)
Never mind, everybody!
It‘s just me!
Nobody up here!
(board clatters)
Hey.
(gasps)
(moans)
(Jackley) What‘s-
What‘s happening?
(boy) Shh.
(moans) Which one
of you hit me?
None of us.
Oh, that‘s right. I...
bumped into something. I...
(Frank) Mr. Jackley,
shouldn‘t you--
I‘m all right.
I‘ll be fine now.
Mr. Hardy‘s gone
upstairs to see.
Who? Uh, gone where?
Well, there‘s
nothing upstairs.
There‘s no reason
for anybody to--
Mr. Jackley,
be quiet.
(Joe) Dad‘s
up there now.
Now? (moans)
(Applegate) Shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.
I‘m going home.
Wait, Iola.
Goodbye!
(screams)
Applegate, grab him!
(screams)
(yells)
Look out! Look out!
Are you all right?
I‘m fine.
Well, I guess
you don‘t mind
my butting in to your case
this time, do you?
Oh, brother.
(chuckles)
You all right, Frank?
Sure, Dad.
Hey, I never saw
this guy before.
It‘s Boles. Boles,
my old gardener.
Gardener? Hey!
You mean the one
that used to
work for you?
Yeah.
When your treasure was
stolen years ago, remember?
What‘s all
this treasure?
Whose treasure? Where?
Now, now,
never mind.
We‘ll just call
the police.
That man‘s
a trespasser.
That‘s what he is.
Is he the one who hit you
tonight, who tied you up?
Well, search me.
Could‘ve been
Captain Kidd
for all I saw.
Captain Kidd had
nothing to do with it.
Well, you said treasure.
Maybe Boles was snooping
for your doubloons.
Hardy, you just
call the police.
There‘s no need
to bother
about anything else,
is there, boys, eh?
I guess they figure
you and I don‘t belong here.
Huh? Oh, no, no, no,
not that.
You‘ve been very handy.
It‘s just that
the boys and I are
the only ones who know--
No, we‘re not.
What am I talking about?
Oh, dear, dear, dear.
What are you two
doing here, anyway?
Come to think of it,
you‘re trespassing,
too, aren‘t you?
Fine thing, Hardy,
to allow your sons--
Now, look, Applegate.
And you, trying to make off
with that pick and shovel.
What‘s this all about?
What‘s happening
here tonight?
Don‘t look at me,
Mr. Applegate.
I just wish...
I just wish I had stayed
away from this house.
Oh, dear, dear.
I-I‘m sorry.
There, there. Don‘t cry,
little girl. Please don‘t cry.
Well, let‘s get
this man inside.
Applegate, you
call the police.
Huh? Oh.
Now, Iola, will
you stop crying?
We‘ll get you home
in a few minutes.
Don‘t worry.
Apple Juice
won‘t be so sore
when that guy
Boles comes to.
Huh?
What do you
wanna bet
he knows where
the treasure is?