The Hardy Boys: The Mystery of the Applegate Treasure (1956): Season 1, Episode 16 - The Tower's Secret - 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"...
"The Tower‘s Secret."
(siren winding down) "...
(all talking)
Hey, look out.
I‘m sorry.
Well, you should be.
Everybody else
running that way,
and you just standing here.
Aw, they haven‘t found
anything yet, I guess.
No, but they‘re likely to
any minute now.
Hey, you‘re
Perry Robinson, aren‘t you?
The client. You‘re the one
who started all this.
Well, I can‘t help it.
It‘s not my fault if -
Nonsense.
Don‘t tell me you don‘t like
a good treasure hunt.
I mean, I know how mad
it‘s made you -
Frank and Joe
sneaking out at night
and everything.
Well, they told me how you act
about mysteries and things.
Not if the mystery
turns out all right.
Well, when it does
and when they find the treasure,
people still won‘t think
I stole anything, will they?
Of course they will.
What? But I didn‘t.
It doesn‘t make
any difference.
Boys always look guilty
of everything.
Doesn‘t mean a pin.
Now come on. You and I
and Silas Applegate
are going to have
a little meeting
whether he likes it
or not.
Now come on. March.
Hey there, son.
Where‘s your father?
Hey, Dad!
We‘re all through
upstairs.
Well, well,
look who‘s here.
Boles himself.
Just in time to see us
find the treasure.
How nice.
All right, Hardy.
It‘s not up there.
No luck yet, huh?
Not on
the third floor.
Back for the finish, huh?
Back to see us do
what you didn‘t get
a chance to do.
Don‘t know what
you‘re talkin‘ about.
Oh, yes, you do.
Eh?
I bet
you were up there
looking for treasure
the same night
you hit Mr. Jackley
over the head.
Too many comic books.
Joe‘s right.
You were probably lookin‘
in all the places
the letter said.
Ah, but don‘t you worry.
We‘re following
Jenkins‘ instructions
to the word.
Well, look who‘s here.
Did he tell you anything more
to help us out, Sergeant?
No, I just
brought him along in case.
I doubt if he even knows
anything more.
Don‘t say I do
and I don‘t say
I don‘t.
Hurry up. Start here
in this panel.
The gold has to be
in this section
right here,
right next to the steps.
All right, but you better
stand back, Mr. Applegate.
Yes, sir.
If Jenkins‘ letter
had been a little more clear
as to which floor
he hid the treasure on...
We could save
a lot of time
and the woodwork, too,
couldn‘t we?
If a certain friend
of Jenkins
would change his tune
and clear things up a bit,
Don‘t say I ever saw
that letter,
and don‘t say I didn‘t.
Anyway, I‘ve some stuff
on Jenkins for you now.
Silas! Silas?
Lady, get out of here.
Stop that.
Come down here...
Oh, no. Come on!
(indistinct)
(Mike) Hey! Now
get out of here!
Hey, Iola!
Frank!
Joey! Frank!
We got in!
Fenton,
come down here
and tell
this police officer
who we are!
You let go of him.
He‘s the client.
Stop it!
Stop it, all of you!
What‘s going on here?
Joey! Joey, have you
found the gold yet?
Is he gonna
give you some, Joey?
Ooh, Iola, I wish
you‘d go home
or-or something.
Joe, be quiet.
There‘s important business
to be attended to
before Captain Kidd here
starts dancing a jig
on his gold pieces.
What? Gertrude,
why don‘t you get
out of here?
You too. Get out!
Oh, no, you don‘t.
Gertrude,
let go of me.
Let go of me!
Sergeant, hand me down
one of those crowbars.
Oh, stop this foolishness,
for heaven‘s sakes.
Don‘t be any sillier
than you are.
I told you there‘s
important business
to be straightened out.
Gertrude!
What kind
of business?
For our client,
naturally.
Now come on down here
and sit down.
I will not.
Let go of me!
(muttering)
Come on.
Stop it!
Gertrude -
Oh!
What do you
think I am -
a wishbone?
Officer,
get those others
out of here.
And put up
those old curtains
so they won‘t be
poking their noses
through the window!
I‘m sorry, everybody.
You‘ll all
see the doubloons
later on.
Gertrude, please!
What do you think
Aunt Gertrude‘s up to?
Say, how did she
and Perry get together
in the first place?
I don‘t know,
but the sergeant‘s up there
telling Dad about Jenkins,
the guy who wrote the letter,
the guy who put the gold
in the wall.
Yeah. You go up there
and see if you can
clear up the mystery.
I‘ll take care
of this little stuff.
It was a good hunch
you had, Mr. Hardy,
running a record check
on Jenkins.
Well, I thought
you‘d find him, all right.
He‘d been in other trouble
even before he stole
Applegate‘s treasure.
Took no time at all
to get the rundown.
We know what his record is
and where he was
when he wrote that letter.
In fact, we know
where he is right now.
You fellas
give us some room.
We‘ve got to get
at that wall back there.
Excuse me, Sergeant.
Jack, give me a hand
moving this dresser.
Where is Jenkins,
Sergeant?
In the, uh,
state penitentiary.
What?
Prison? Now?
That‘s right,
and that‘s where he‘s been
for the past ten years.
No wonder he couldn‘t
come back himself
and pick up those doubloons.
A while back, his last
application for parole
was denied.
Parole? You mean,
he hoped he would be
out of prison by now?
That‘s right,
but no luck.
Jenkins is serving
a life sentence,
Mr. Hardy.
I spoke to the warden
on the telephone.
But that clears up
the whole mystery,
doesn‘t it?
Ten years ago,
Jenkins stole a treasure
and hid it.
Only he couldn‘t
come back and get it
because he got in trouble
and was put into prison.
That‘s right, so figuring
he‘d never get out,
he finally wrote Boles
and said, "Come and get it."
Right, Boles?
Look out.
Here she comes.
(crash)
Gertrude,
I‘ve got to get upstairs.
Silas, not before
you give me your answer.
But, Gertrude,
this is no time to talk
about mowing a lawn.
Why not? Your lawn
needs to be mowed.
It sure does,
Mr. Applegate.
And he needs a job
doing it.
Oh.
Silas, all I‘m trying
to get settled before
this is all over is -
Well... what news? Any?
Hey, did you
find anything?
No. Down here.
It‘s gotta be.
Stand back, ladies.
Off those stairs.
I‘ll take this fellow.
You men stand by
with those crowbars.
Never mind that paneling.
Rip off the whole section.
Sure enough.
You kids
watch out now.
Oh, Silas, you don‘t
have to be so greedy.
I beg your pardon?
Greedy? Me?
I was talking to you, Silas.
I was trying
to get something settled
for the children.
I was trying to tell you
that he doesn‘t have
any place to work
nor any proper place
to live.
And what do you expect me
to do about it?
That‘s got it.
(Fenton) Doesn‘t look like
there‘s anything there.
Why is it women are
always telling men
to do things?
If it weren‘t for him
and for my two nephews,
you wouldn‘t even be finding
your precious gold.
Huh!
Mike, give me a hand
on this.
And what makes you think
I‘ll have a place
to live myself
unless I do find it?
What?
Oh, yes. Old Applegate -
he‘s lonely.
He‘ll look after the boy,
rich old coot.
Might even make him human.
The boy will have a fine home
for years and years.
Do you know anything
about mortgages, young man?
When I can‘t pay
my own taxes,
will you do it?
When I haven‘t even got
enough money left
to buy my own food,
will you feed me?
Ere, of course not.
All you‘ll do
is stand there and cry.
Nothing works out
the way we want it.
But what can you do
about anything
but just stand and cry
and... cry and -
How are we coming along,
Hardy?
Well, the gold isn‘t
in the rooms upstairs,
so it has to be here.
Maybe Boles
or someone else
already found
the treasure
and took off with it.
Then why is he
still hanging around?
It doesn‘t hurt
to believe in your own luck
once in a while.
You two are going to have it.
Now stop worrying.
I‘m not worried
about anything.
Perry...
when we do get lucky,
you know, that -
well, that lawn of mine
will need a haircut
for years and years.
Silas, you darling.
Oh! Gertrude.
Well, looks like
you two kids
are going to have
a new playmate
for years to come.
You mean Perry?
Yes.
Yahoo!
Look out,
the whole wall‘s
comin‘ down.
I‘ll give a hand here.
Everybody.
Easy now.
Easy does it.
All right,
easy does it.
Here we go.
Look out. Look out.
It‘s got to be there.
It‘s got to be there.
It‘s - It‘s
got to be there.
It‘s - It‘s...
It‘s...
No, ain‘t there.
Not a trace of gold,
and we‘ve searched this house
from top to bottom.
(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 Tower‘s Secret."
(siren winding down) "...
(all talking)
Hey, look out.
I‘m sorry.
Well, you should be.
Everybody else
running that way,
and you just standing here.
Aw, they haven‘t found
anything yet, I guess.
No, but they‘re likely to
any minute now.
Hey, you‘re
Perry Robinson, aren‘t you?
The client. You‘re the one
who started all this.
Well, I can‘t help it.
It‘s not my fault if -
Nonsense.
Don‘t tell me you don‘t like
a good treasure hunt.
I mean, I know how mad
it‘s made you -
Frank and Joe
sneaking out at night
and everything.
Well, they told me how you act
about mysteries and things.
Not if the mystery
turns out all right.
Well, when it does
and when they find the treasure,
people still won‘t think
I stole anything, will they?
Of course they will.
What? But I didn‘t.
It doesn‘t make
any difference.
Boys always look guilty
of everything.
Doesn‘t mean a pin.
Now come on. You and I
and Silas Applegate
are going to have
a little meeting
whether he likes it
or not.
Now come on. March.
Hey there, son.
Where‘s your father?
Hey, Dad!
We‘re all through
upstairs.
Well, well,
look who‘s here.
Boles himself.
Just in time to see us
find the treasure.
How nice.
All right, Hardy.
It‘s not up there.
No luck yet, huh?
Not on
the third floor.
Back for the finish, huh?
Back to see us do
what you didn‘t get
a chance to do.
Don‘t know what
you‘re talkin‘ about.
Oh, yes, you do.
Eh?
I bet
you were up there
looking for treasure
the same night
you hit Mr. Jackley
over the head.
Too many comic books.
Joe‘s right.
You were probably lookin‘
in all the places
the letter said.
Ah, but don‘t you worry.
We‘re following
Jenkins‘ instructions
to the word.
Well, look who‘s here.
Did he tell you anything more
to help us out, Sergeant?
No, I just
brought him along in case.
I doubt if he even knows
anything more.
Don‘t say I do
and I don‘t say
I don‘t.
Hurry up. Start here
in this panel.
The gold has to be
in this section
right here,
right next to the steps.
All right, but you better
stand back, Mr. Applegate.
Yes, sir.
If Jenkins‘ letter
had been a little more clear
as to which floor
he hid the treasure on...
We could save
a lot of time
and the woodwork, too,
couldn‘t we?
If a certain friend
of Jenkins
would change his tune
and clear things up a bit,
Don‘t say I ever saw
that letter,
and don‘t say I didn‘t.
Anyway, I‘ve some stuff
on Jenkins for you now.
Silas! Silas?
Lady, get out of here.
Stop that.
Come down here...
Oh, no. Come on!
(indistinct)
(Mike) Hey! Now
get out of here!
Hey, Iola!
Frank!
Joey! Frank!
We got in!
Fenton,
come down here
and tell
this police officer
who we are!
You let go of him.
He‘s the client.
Stop it!
Stop it, all of you!
What‘s going on here?
Joey! Joey, have you
found the gold yet?
Is he gonna
give you some, Joey?
Ooh, Iola, I wish
you‘d go home
or-or something.
Joe, be quiet.
There‘s important business
to be attended to
before Captain Kidd here
starts dancing a jig
on his gold pieces.
What? Gertrude,
why don‘t you get
out of here?
You too. Get out!
Oh, no, you don‘t.
Gertrude,
let go of me.
Let go of me!
Sergeant, hand me down
one of those crowbars.
Oh, stop this foolishness,
for heaven‘s sakes.
Don‘t be any sillier
than you are.
I told you there‘s
important business
to be straightened out.
Gertrude!
What kind
of business?
For our client,
naturally.
Now come on down here
and sit down.
I will not.
Let go of me!
(muttering)
Come on.
Stop it!
Gertrude -
Oh!
What do you
think I am -
a wishbone?
Officer,
get those others
out of here.
And put up
those old curtains
so they won‘t be
poking their noses
through the window!
I‘m sorry, everybody.
You‘ll all
see the doubloons
later on.
Gertrude, please!
What do you think
Aunt Gertrude‘s up to?
Say, how did she
and Perry get together
in the first place?
I don‘t know,
but the sergeant‘s up there
telling Dad about Jenkins,
the guy who wrote the letter,
the guy who put the gold
in the wall.
Yeah. You go up there
and see if you can
clear up the mystery.
I‘ll take care
of this little stuff.
It was a good hunch
you had, Mr. Hardy,
running a record check
on Jenkins.
Well, I thought
you‘d find him, all right.
He‘d been in other trouble
even before he stole
Applegate‘s treasure.
Took no time at all
to get the rundown.
We know what his record is
and where he was
when he wrote that letter.
In fact, we know
where he is right now.
You fellas
give us some room.
We‘ve got to get
at that wall back there.
Excuse me, Sergeant.
Jack, give me a hand
moving this dresser.
Where is Jenkins,
Sergeant?
In the, uh,
state penitentiary.
What?
Prison? Now?
That‘s right,
and that‘s where he‘s been
for the past ten years.
No wonder he couldn‘t
come back himself
and pick up those doubloons.
A while back, his last
application for parole
was denied.
Parole? You mean,
he hoped he would be
out of prison by now?
That‘s right,
but no luck.
Jenkins is serving
a life sentence,
Mr. Hardy.
I spoke to the warden
on the telephone.
But that clears up
the whole mystery,
doesn‘t it?
Ten years ago,
Jenkins stole a treasure
and hid it.
Only he couldn‘t
come back and get it
because he got in trouble
and was put into prison.
That‘s right, so figuring
he‘d never get out,
he finally wrote Boles
and said, "Come and get it."
Right, Boles?
Look out.
Here she comes.
(crash)
Gertrude,
I‘ve got to get upstairs.
Silas, not before
you give me your answer.
But, Gertrude,
this is no time to talk
about mowing a lawn.
Why not? Your lawn
needs to be mowed.
It sure does,
Mr. Applegate.
And he needs a job
doing it.
Oh.
Silas, all I‘m trying
to get settled before
this is all over is -
Well... what news? Any?
Hey, did you
find anything?
No. Down here.
It‘s gotta be.
Stand back, ladies.
Off those stairs.
I‘ll take this fellow.
You men stand by
with those crowbars.
Never mind that paneling.
Rip off the whole section.
Sure enough.
You kids
watch out now.
Oh, Silas, you don‘t
have to be so greedy.
I beg your pardon?
Greedy? Me?
I was talking to you, Silas.
I was trying
to get something settled
for the children.
I was trying to tell you
that he doesn‘t have
any place to work
nor any proper place
to live.
And what do you expect me
to do about it?
That‘s got it.
(Fenton) Doesn‘t look like
there‘s anything there.
Why is it women are
always telling men
to do things?
If it weren‘t for him
and for my two nephews,
you wouldn‘t even be finding
your precious gold.
Huh!
Mike, give me a hand
on this.
And what makes you think
I‘ll have a place
to live myself
unless I do find it?
What?
Oh, yes. Old Applegate -
he‘s lonely.
He‘ll look after the boy,
rich old coot.
Might even make him human.
The boy will have a fine home
for years and years.
Do you know anything
about mortgages, young man?
When I can‘t pay
my own taxes,
will you do it?
When I haven‘t even got
enough money left
to buy my own food,
will you feed me?
Ere, of course not.
All you‘ll do
is stand there and cry.
Nothing works out
the way we want it.
But what can you do
about anything
but just stand and cry
and... cry and -
How are we coming along,
Hardy?
Well, the gold isn‘t
in the rooms upstairs,
so it has to be here.
Maybe Boles
or someone else
already found
the treasure
and took off with it.
Then why is he
still hanging around?
It doesn‘t hurt
to believe in your own luck
once in a while.
You two are going to have it.
Now stop worrying.
I‘m not worried
about anything.
Perry...
when we do get lucky,
you know, that -
well, that lawn of mine
will need a haircut
for years and years.
Silas, you darling.
Oh! Gertrude.
Well, looks like
you two kids
are going to have
a new playmate
for years to come.
You mean Perry?
Yes.
Yahoo!
Look out,
the whole wall‘s
comin‘ down.
I‘ll give a hand here.
Everybody.
Easy now.
Easy does it.
All right,
easy does it.
Here we go.
Look out. Look out.
It‘s got to be there.
It‘s got to be there.
It‘s - It‘s
got to be there.
It‘s - It‘s...
It‘s...
No, ain‘t there.
Not a trace of gold,
and we‘ve searched this house
from top to bottom.