The Hardy Boys: The Mystery of the Applegate Treasure (1956): Season 1, Episode 14 - A Golden Clue - 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--

"A Golden Clue."

(phone ringing)

All right, all right.
I‘m coming.

Hello.

Oh. Oh, it‘s you.

There‘s nothing wrong
with being me, Gertrude.

I‘m sorry, Silas,

but after all that‘s been
going on in this town--

Whatever‘s happened hasn‘t
been any of my doings,

has it? Of course not.



It‘s those nephews of yours
that have been responsible.

Jackley here saw them all
driving downtown together,

following a police car.

The boys were with
their father, that is,

and their car was
following the police.

With Boles, tell her.
Shh.

Well, if it means anything,
Fenton sent word

that they were on
their way down to find out

about a confession,
that‘s all.

Wait a minute.

If that man Boles
is confessing--

What‘s that? Let me
have the phone.

Let go.

Goodbye, Silas.
(phone hangs up)

Gertrude. Hello.

Listen, lady,
we just thought

you might know
something.

She hung up.

What‘s going on?

What do you suppose
Boles is telling them?

Joe! Mr. Hardy! Frank!

(skates approaching)

(Iola) Joe, wait!

Wait, Joe! Did you
get the confession?

Don‘t yell so much.

Hi. I just came over
to wait for you.

Did he confess?

You made him,
didn‘t you?

She says you went
down to the jail.

Yeah. We even got
to go inside.

Well, what happened?
Did he really confess?

Uh, well...

I made him admit
that he‘s the one

that took our
pick and shovel

and did all
that digging,

and I mean all of
it. Didn‘t I, Frank?

You see, Boles
wanted to get us

into trouble, but
he didn‘t want us

snooping around
Applegate‘s,

maybe finding out

what he was
doing there.

Is that all?

Ask him.
He‘s telling it.

Well, nobody else

could get anything
out of him.

Frank‘s just jealous
‘cause he‘s not

as good a detective
as I am.

But when I started
talking about

those shoes and
when I looked him

right into
the eyes--

Did he start
shivering? Did he?

Well, sister,
you could sure see

how guilty he was.

Oh, I wish I could
have been there

to see you
make him squeal.

Oh, Joe, I‘m so proud of you.

Oh, Iola, why don‘t you
ever go home or something?

That is all...

isn‘t it?

Oh, of course not.

I‘ll think of
plenty of other ways

to trap that crook.

Hurray for Sherlock Holmes.

Listen here, you.

Aw, skip it.

Now, wait a minute.

You gotta admit that‘s
all Boles did say,

so maybe we‘re
out of trouble,

but that doesn‘t do
any good for our client.

Who?
Me.

What of it?

Or solve any mysteries

about the Applegate
treasure either.

He just told you
he‘d think of

some more traps
for everybody.

You two are
just soreheads

‘cause Joe‘s smarter
than you are.

Will you go home?

What?

If there‘s one thing
I can‘t stand, it‘s a bragger.

Hey, you know,
come to think of it,

when you said all that
stuff about the shoes,

Boles really did
start shaking.

Oh, lay off.

Only, why?

Why would he
all of a sudden talk?

You didn‘t really say
anything to make him.

I said more
than you said.

Well, I mean, I never claimed
I got a whole confession, did I?

Maybe it was
the shoes themselves.

Huh?

Maybe for some reason,

Boles didn‘t want us
to look at the shoes.

That doesn‘t
make any sense.

You be quiet. He‘s
the great detective.

All right,
so I‘m a bragger.

So I‘m sorry.
What else do I gotta say?

Let‘s go back
and get those shoes.

Huh?

Hey, sure!

Well, come on. Let‘s go.

Wait.

You guys crazy
or something?

What‘s this
all about?

Wait‘ll we find out
for ourselves.

(train passing)

(train fading away)

What about
trespassing?

If we go into
Boles‘ room--

Look, the house belongs
to the landlady, doesn‘t it?

Yeah.

Well, if-if she
invites us in,

that‘s not
trespassing, is it?

I don‘t know.

She sure didn‘t
look very inviting.

We‘ll get in somehow.

Joe, we just have
to see those shoes.

(doorbell ringing)

OK, I‘m coming.
I‘m coming.

But the shoes aren‘t hers.
We can‘t just take them.

All I wanna do
is look at them.

There‘s gotta be
something fishy.

Remember how anxious Boles
was to get rid of them

and get into
his tennis shoes?

Yeah, yeah, I know,

but what could be fishy
about a pair of shoes?

I don‘t--

(footsteps)

Shh. Here she comes.

Frank, what are
you gonna say?

I don‘t know.
If you could keep her

busy for a while,
maybe I could...

Yeah? Oh, run along.

We don‘t want
no subscriptions.

No, wait. Please.

Um, madam, uh,
I lost my knife.

What?

Oh, you‘re the two boys that
was here with them cops.

Well, well.

See, i-it was
a Boy Scout knife,

and the leather
punch was broken.

It was?

Yeah, we thought maybe
you‘d let us go up

into Mr. Boles‘ room
and look around.

Oh.

Oh, you mean
for your knife.

Yeah.

No, I ain‘t seen it.

Oh, well. Wait a minute.

Wait‘ll I put
my broom away.

That‘s funny.

I didn‘t say
I lost it here.

Seems like it was

at the beach
last summer when--

All right, all right,
so Joe Hardy never lies.

But when we get upstairs--

(landlady) Boys!

Hurry up, boys.
I ain‘t got all day.

(Joe) We‘re coming, ma‘am!

Hope your feet
ain‘t dirty.

I just been sweeping.

I don‘t think your
pocketknife‘s up here.

You mean sweeping
in Mr. Boles‘ room?

Do you clean all
of his things for him?

Clean for Mr. Boles?
Oh, my, no.

Not when
he‘s in jail.

I wouldn‘t
want him thinking

I‘d go through
any of his things,

not after all
that treasure talk.

Uh, w-well, I-I guess
he understands.

why the police
have to look around.

Wonder where Joe
left that knife.

Oh. I guess Dad

left the bureau
drawer open.

Well, I certainly
wouldn‘t come snooping.

Boy, sure a dirty
handkerchief.

That‘s a dust cloth,
not a handker--

Just don‘t you boys go
making a mess in here.

(train passing)

You hear me?

(train whistle)

Boy, sure got rid
of her fast.

Did you
do something?

Come on.

Here. Stand guard.

Here they are.

What? What are you gonna do?

I don‘t know.

Looks just like
a plain shoe to me.

Nothing inside.

Give me the other one.

I got it.

Hey, Frank,
maybe we ought to

take them both
home with us.

Find it, boys?
(chuckles)

What? I mean, no.

I didn‘t sweep there
in the closet.

Nothing but an old pair
of shoes, as I remember.

Oh. (chuckles)
He‘s looking now.

We‘ll be out of here
in just a minute.

Oh, but not without a piece
of cake and some milk.

(chuckles)
What?

Then maybe you boys and me

could have a little talk
about that treasure.

Treasure?

Now, now.
Don‘t you pretend.

I heard your father
and all them

talking about stolen doubloons
when you was here before.

Oh, that was quite
some time ago, ma‘am.

Of course it was.

But there‘s something new
about it now, ain‘t there?

Oh, uh, you see,
we don‘t exactly know.

And if there is such a thing
as hidden gold anyplace,

I sure wouldn‘t mind
helping you look for it.

Oh, see,
really, I mean...

Honest, ma‘am.
W-We don‘t know

anything about any
gold that‘s hidden.

And that‘s not
a lie either.

Then why are you
taking them shoes?

Um, come on, Joe.

You give me them.

Joe, catch! Shoe!

Oh! Come back here!

Come back here, you!

Joe, catch.

(Frank) Ow.

Frank!

What
the dickens?

It‘s a note
or something.

Oh! Hey!

(laughing)

Joe, wait!
Come here.

It‘s torn,
but it‘s a letter.

Joe, we found it.

"In the wall.
I hid it in the wall.

"Old Applegate‘s
treasure‘s

in the old tower wall."

Yahoo!
Yahoo!

Let‘s go!
Wow!