The Hardy Boys: The Mystery of the Applegate Treasure (1956): Season 1, Episode 12 - The Prisoner Speaks - 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--

"The Prisoner Speaks."

Goodbye!

(screams)

Applegate, grab him!

(screams)

(yells)

Look out! Look out!

(Joe) We got him!

(clock ticking)

(car approaches)



See you tomorrow, Sergeant.

Night, Mr. Hardy.

Night.
Good night.

Good night.

Night, boys.

Hey, Aunt Gertrude.

Oh, so there you are,
and about time.

We got him!
He‘s going to jail!

And Dad caught him one
right in the jaw, too.

You should‘ve
seen it. Zowie!

Hey, take it
easy, boys.

You know what he said
when the cops came--

"What hit me?"

Oh, you should‘ve
seen it. Zowie!

We‘re going over
and search his house

in the morning, too.

Zowie.
Who? Who?

Why, that guy
Boles, of course.

He used to be
the gardener.

Looks like he‘s the one who
hit Jackley over the head.

Uh, did what? Who did?

(Joe) You know,
Applegate‘s old gardener

from years ago.

I bet he was
the one that used

our pick and shovel
to get us in trouble.

You just wait and see.

‘Course. But he
won‘t admit it.

He won‘t admit anything.

Except that his jaw
hurts. Zowie!

Eh, I thought you said that-
that he got hit on the head.

Oh, Auntie, you get
everything mixed up.

That was before
we got there.

See, Jackley must‘ve
bumped into him or something,

because he hit him
and tied him up and--

What?

Well, to keep from
being discovered, maybe.

You see, he was hiding
in the tower room.

Only, when Dad came
down the stairs,

he jumped out
the window and--

Never mind. Never mind.

Don‘t tell me anything else.
I‘m sure that I would--

Jumped out the window?

(laughing)

Now, Gertrude, there
wasn‘t any danger.

OK, boys, let‘s
get to bed, huh?

Aw, Dad.

We gotta tell Perry
Robinson, haven‘t we?

I mean, maybe this guy
Boles did everything,

so then Perry wouldn‘t
have to go back to the city.

Maybe, but I‘ll
take care of it.

Now run along,
both of you.

We‘ve still got a lot
of detective work

ahead of us
in the morning.

Yeah.

Wait‘ll you hear how
old man Applegate

chased Iola Morton

with a dagger
in his teeth.

Good night.
What?

Belonged to pirates,
Jean Lafitte,

just like all the gold
in the treasure. Night.

Good night, boys.

Oh. (laughs)

I‘m glad you gave the boys
a piece of your mind. (chuckles)

Obviously there won‘t be any
more of that mystery nonsense.

I can tell that.

Now, Gertrude, there
just wasn‘t time

to reprimand the boys.

Well, I‘ve been
on the go

from the second
I got here.

(laughs) Don‘t be silly.

I saw how happy they were
and impressed with you.

Zowie. (laughs)

But what sort of awful mystery
are they mixed up with?

Oh, I‘m sure it‘s
just a false alarm.

A stupid man like Boles
falls for treasure talk

even worse than
the children do.

He‘s been snooping
around over there

and just hasn‘t wanted
to get caught at it,

that‘s all.
So you see, it may be

a disappointment to
the boys, but I suspect

by tomorrow there
really won‘t be any more

of this mystery nonsense
to worry about.

(train passing nearby)

All right,
come on. Get up.

(Irish accent) So it‘s
home, sweet home is it?

(train whistle blowing)

I think you better
warm up those handcuffs.

Here‘s one of me old
friends to the rescue.

What?!

There was a time I could
jump aboard that fast.

Well, we‘d better jump to
where we‘re supposed to be.

Aw, that was the life.
No wonder I was always

a weedy kind
of gardener,

the grass always looking
so green somewhere else.

Well, well,
still talking, huh?

And why not, after the grand
breakfast you gave me?

Ah, that‘s a lovely
little jail

you have in
this town, Sergeant.

They tell me you raised

quite a ruckus last
night, moaning about

your bed and blankets,
among other things.

Yes, th-that‘s right.
I-I forgot that.

Ah, you know how it is
the first time,

getting used to a new place,
even the best of places.

And me-me feet
were bothering me

something awful yesterday.

Oh, why don‘t you
shut it off, Boles?

You talk more
and say less

than anyone
I ever met.

Chief took a crack at him
this morning, too, Sergeant.

He didn‘t get anywhere either.

And why should I
say I‘m guilty?

Why should I admit to a lot
of things that I never did.

So now you‘re
denying everything

that happened over
at Applegate‘s, huh?

Oh, no, I don‘t!

Now, don‘t you try putting
your words into my mouth.

It‘s not-- Hey,
it‘s not sanitary.

Oh, come on. Let‘s
get out of here.

Yeah, wait, wait, wait!

I want to make my position
quite clear, that‘s all.

Now, when it comes to
things that‘s been done

and maybe there‘s
laws against,

I don‘t say I did them,
and I don‘t say I didn‘t.

Take him inside, and
wait in the hallway.

They‘re busy
with the landlady.

Ah! Who‘s busy?

Well, for your
information,

Fenton Hardy is
going through

your room himself,
him and his sons both.

That‘s why you‘re out
here for questioning.

(laughs) Yes.
The sons, too, eh?

Ah, we‘ll see if
a real detective

can find anything
to make me talk.

Aw, that‘s enough.

All right. Let‘s go.

He really didn‘t have
no wardrobe this time,

you might say.

Them spare socks of his,
I wouldn‘t even call luggage.

Dad, is this where Boles
lived ten years ago?

That‘s right, son.

Him and his
friend Jenkins.

Only, my mother
was landlady then,

so I really don‘t know
nothing about it.

Jenkins? That‘s the
friend Mr. Applegate

said stole some stuff
with Boles once.

Yeah, down by the
rail yards, he said.

(train whistle blows)

Hey, that must have
been near here.

Somebody stole some homemade
root beer is all I know about.

Can I go now?

Hey, Frank...

maybe they were both in
on swiping the treasure.

Easy, son.

Treasure?

You mean like-like
gold and things?

(laughs) Oh, why didn‘t
you say there was

a reason for asking
so many questions?

Never mind.

All right, Sergeant.
You can bring him up now.

Look, tell me some more
about that treasure.

You said--

I said never mind.

Now, you boys have
got to remember

that this man Boles
has never really been

in any serious
trouble before.

He‘s not a regular
criminal, you know.

Say--
That‘s all, lady.

(sighs)

You‘re gonna
give him

the third degree,
aren‘t you?

Yeah. We didn‘t
find anything

just searching
in his room.

He‘s gotta talk.

And if he won‘t,
we‘ll take him and--

Joe. You can‘t make a man
testify against himself.

Huh?

Tell on himself.

In this country, everybody
is protected by law,

just like their property is.

Why, the police couldn‘t
even be in this room

without a search warrant.

We know that--

But in the movies,
all the time, they--

Joe, if you really
think this man Boles

has done something serious,

then it‘s up to you
to prove it.

That‘s what
a detective‘s job is,

to figure out
what the crime is,

find out who‘s guilty
and then prove it.

Ah, yes,
proving things.

That‘s the hard part.

‘Cause for that, you need
a corpus delicti,

don‘t you, Mr. Hardy?

Corpse?

Oh, no, no, lad.
There‘s nobody dead.

It‘s just legal words,
that‘s all.

But you know what it means?

Just don‘t you two nippers

go around accusing people
of stealing treasure, see?

I had enough trouble
with that in the past.

‘Cause first of all,
no one in this town

ever proved that there was
such a corpus to steal.

All right, lawyer,
stand over here.

Hey, hey! Easy with
your shoving there.

I‘ve got feet
that‘s killing me.

Here‘s some notes

from what he had
to say downtown.

Thought you might like
to look at them, sir.

Know how long
they kept me standing

last night to be
searched, Mr. Hardy?

And now you‘re going
to keep me some more.

We‘ve just
a few questions

to ask you,
that‘s all.

And then give me
blankets so short,

a man has to keep his hard
old shoes on all night.

Never mind.

I only thought you might let
me sit down for a minute.

At least you might
reward me with the comfort

of me old sneakers
to wear back to the jail.

That is if they‘re
still in the closet

after all your searching.

(Sergeant) No.

I‘ve seen the
sneakers, Sergeant.

No guns or knives,

if that‘s what
you‘re thinking of.

Boles is putting
an act on for the kids

is what I‘m thinking.

Clothes he‘s wearing must‘ve
been looked at downtown.

OK, go ahead.

(Fenton) OK,
it begins here.

No, way back here.

(Joe) He said
all that. Wow.

(Sergeant)
Lots of nothing, kid.

Just lots of nothing.

(Frank) There. That‘s
what they asked him.

"Did you strike
Mr. Jackley over the head?"

Hey, he admitted he lived
in the same place, didn‘t he?

(Sergeant)
Yeah, that‘s right.

(Fenton)
I‘m looking for

what he might have said
about last night.

(Frank) "What a lovely
jail you have here."

What‘s that
an answer to?

(Sergeant)
Doesn‘t mean anything.

(Fenton) OK, Sergeant.
I get the idea.

All right, Boles.

Ah, what a relief.

To be able to wiggle
one‘s toes, that is.

It‘s like getting rid
of a worry, almost.

And now,
me young detectives,

let‘s see you make
an innocent man talk.