The Hardy Boys: The Mystery of the Applegate Treasure (1956): Season 1, Episode 2 - A Real Case - full transcript
(♪ fanfare)
♪ 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..."
A Real Case.
(Iola) Hello, Mr. Hardy!
Mr. Hardy!
Hello, Mr. Hardy!
Hello, Mr. Hardy!
Why don‘t you watch
where you‘re going,
whoever you are?
I‘m sorry.
I didn‘t - Me?
Listen, I was just
minding my own business.
Gee, imagine
your own father
wearing a gun tucked
under his belt.
Huh?
I mean instead of a watch chain
or a deer‘s tooth
or suspenders like mine.
That‘s ‘cause my father‘s
only a doctor.
One of those policemen
is somebody‘s father?
Joe and Frank‘s,
of course,
only he‘s really
a private detective
in the city.
I wonder what he‘s doing
in that police car.
Say, you don‘t know
anything, do you?
Aw, who cares?
Gotta go someplace
to mow a lawn.
Say, who are you?
I never saw you before.
Perry Robinson.
Look what you‘ve done.
That‘s my mother‘s
eyebrow pencil you broke.
I‘m sorry. Look,
I‘ve only been in Bayport
a few days,
and if those policemen
are friends of yours -
Wait till I tell her
you sat on her lipstick
and made Mr. Hardy see me
looking funny and...
Say, if he was in that car,
then he‘s home from the city.
And if that‘s so,
something terrific
is gonna happen.
‘Cause Joe‘s
just been waiting
all summer,
but now he‘ll have
a real case to work on.
Yeow-ee. Yeow-ee.
I‘ll say something‘s
gonna happen.
Hey, no roughing
the ball-carrier.
Thanks, Mac.
How are ya, Joe?
What‘s cookin‘?
As if you didn‘t know.
Joseph, for heaven‘s sakes,
you‘re still sopping wet.
It‘s OK, Gertrude.
Why the greeting? What are you
so excited about?
As if you didn‘t know.
Hi, Dad.
Hey, Frank, as if
he didn‘t know.
Frank‘s already
got his clothes changed.
You hurry it up.
Come on. Please, Joe.
Yahoo!
Hiya, Frank.
(hums)
♪ Yankee Doodle, keep it up
♪ Yankee Doodle...
Aunt Gertrude, somebody stole
my other pair of pants.
Dad, no.
I‘m sorry, son.
Hey, Aunt Gertrude...
I wanna get your father
a sandwich while -
Guess what.
Oh, Fenton,
where‘s your suitcase?
Now, Gertrude, I -
Oh, not again.
He‘s not staying.
He‘s gotta go right back,
almost.
Can‘t even
stay in his home
one night.
That‘s ridiculous.
He certainly can.
Fenton, take off your coat.
It‘s nothing to steam about,
Gertrude. A job‘s a job.
Oh, is that so?
How many times
have I told you -
Aw, he‘s right.
There‘s nothing
we can do about it.
Well, I hope
Joe agrees with you
as quickly.
Well, you better come in
and help me, Frank.
There are a few papers
I left in my desk.
I can‘t hear anything.
What are you talking about?
Where is everybody?
Wait a second, will ya?
Remember
when we took those?
I sure do.
Joe must‘ve put ‘em in there.
He uses this desk to study.
Yeow, I‘m the Masked Bandit.
Joseph.
You told me to change shirts.
Upstairs. Just because
your father‘s here
doesn‘t mean that -
I‘m a nudist.
Joseph.
Take it easy, son.
I thought you guys were doing
everything your aunt told you.
What makes you think
they‘re not?
Why‘d you come home
in a police car?
Like to see the day
I can‘t control a pair
of young hoodlums.
One of the boys
gave me a lift.
Since I been
managing this house -
Did the governor give ya
a medal for winding up
that case so fast?
Get out of the way.
He must‘ve
given him something
for solving it so quick.
If you‘d stay home,
you‘d realize what good boys
you do have.
Oh, fiddlesticks.
"If you‘d stay
once in a while"?
Oh, Joe, I... I haven‘t
wound up that case quite yet.
What?
I explained to Frank
while you were upstairs.
I came home
to pick up some papers
and see a couple lawyers
in town.
I‘ve gotta go back to the city
on the night train.
But you told me
that this summer
we were...
I know, Joe. I don‘t like
these jobs that keep me
in the city so much.
I was hoping I‘d get
a vacation, take you boys
camping or fishing.
Go fishing? We were gonna
work on a real mystery
together.
Well, I...
You didn‘t even remember.
(skates clomp on stairs)
Joey! Joey,
it‘s me - Iola!
I hear ya.
Now go away.
Son, I want you
to understand.
Can‘t you tell me
what your case is?
Will you go away?
Iola, maybe
you better
run along.
But can‘t Joe come out?
I don‘t wanna.
Can‘t you tell me
what your mystery‘s gonna be?
Will you get
out of here?
Take your stupid
pretend games and -
Joe...
I‘m sorry.
It‘s all right.
Son, I realize
you‘re disappointed.
I said I‘m sorry.
Look, I‘ve got a job
to do, that‘s all,
and it‘s not really
such an exciting job
as you think.
I don‘t believe it.
I don‘t believe
one word of it.
You‘re always doing
something exciting.
All right, never mind.
The important thing is,
you‘re just a boy.
What I mean is,
I can‘t let you get
mixed up with real danger,
with real criminals.
It wouldn‘t exactly
have to be a murder case.
Frank, you‘re old enough
to know what being a detective
is really like.
90% of it
is just dull routine.
Filing and cross-filing
and adding up two and two.
I‘d do anything
to be a detective,
even arithmetic.
There are boy detectives
sometimes.
Sure there are. In the
Secret Mystery Files,
I read about a boy...
Joe, maybe
it‘s all right
in books
for kids to go solving crimes
and chasing crooks,
but this is real.
You‘re my sons. I can‘t
let you get mixed up -
That‘s just it.
What‘s the good
of being your sons?
All right. You want a case,
I‘ll give you one.
You mean it?
Of course I do.
Frank here tells me
the wire cutters are missing.
Certainly no one
would steal such a thing,
so where did we
mislay them?
If you‘ll just assemble
all the clues,
maybe we can solve -
Oh, why don‘t parents
ever understand anything?
Well, why don‘t they?
Joe?
Aah!
(Iola screaming)
Aah! Joe,
stop him. Get him.
Get who?
How should I know? I only
stopped to fix my skates,
and this canvas
came all over me.
Iola, what are you
talking about?
Joe, my purse.
It‘s gone.
He took it. I didn‘t see him,
but Joe, hurry.
Joe, what‘s the matter
with you?
Look, I‘m sorry
I hurt your feelings,
but I‘m all through
with pretend games now, so...
so don‘t go inventing
those wild stories anymore.
What?
From now on,
I‘m gonna grow up.
Joe.
♪ 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..."
A Real Case.
(Iola) Hello, Mr. Hardy!
Mr. Hardy!
Hello, Mr. Hardy!
Hello, Mr. Hardy!
Why don‘t you watch
where you‘re going,
whoever you are?
I‘m sorry.
I didn‘t - Me?
Listen, I was just
minding my own business.
Gee, imagine
your own father
wearing a gun tucked
under his belt.
Huh?
I mean instead of a watch chain
or a deer‘s tooth
or suspenders like mine.
That‘s ‘cause my father‘s
only a doctor.
One of those policemen
is somebody‘s father?
Joe and Frank‘s,
of course,
only he‘s really
a private detective
in the city.
I wonder what he‘s doing
in that police car.
Say, you don‘t know
anything, do you?
Aw, who cares?
Gotta go someplace
to mow a lawn.
Say, who are you?
I never saw you before.
Perry Robinson.
Look what you‘ve done.
That‘s my mother‘s
eyebrow pencil you broke.
I‘m sorry. Look,
I‘ve only been in Bayport
a few days,
and if those policemen
are friends of yours -
Wait till I tell her
you sat on her lipstick
and made Mr. Hardy see me
looking funny and...
Say, if he was in that car,
then he‘s home from the city.
And if that‘s so,
something terrific
is gonna happen.
‘Cause Joe‘s
just been waiting
all summer,
but now he‘ll have
a real case to work on.
Yeow-ee. Yeow-ee.
I‘ll say something‘s
gonna happen.
Hey, no roughing
the ball-carrier.
Thanks, Mac.
How are ya, Joe?
What‘s cookin‘?
As if you didn‘t know.
Joseph, for heaven‘s sakes,
you‘re still sopping wet.
It‘s OK, Gertrude.
Why the greeting? What are you
so excited about?
As if you didn‘t know.
Hi, Dad.
Hey, Frank, as if
he didn‘t know.
Frank‘s already
got his clothes changed.
You hurry it up.
Come on. Please, Joe.
Yahoo!
Hiya, Frank.
(hums)
♪ Yankee Doodle, keep it up
♪ Yankee Doodle...
Aunt Gertrude, somebody stole
my other pair of pants.
Dad, no.
I‘m sorry, son.
Hey, Aunt Gertrude...
I wanna get your father
a sandwich while -
Guess what.
Oh, Fenton,
where‘s your suitcase?
Now, Gertrude, I -
Oh, not again.
He‘s not staying.
He‘s gotta go right back,
almost.
Can‘t even
stay in his home
one night.
That‘s ridiculous.
He certainly can.
Fenton, take off your coat.
It‘s nothing to steam about,
Gertrude. A job‘s a job.
Oh, is that so?
How many times
have I told you -
Aw, he‘s right.
There‘s nothing
we can do about it.
Well, I hope
Joe agrees with you
as quickly.
Well, you better come in
and help me, Frank.
There are a few papers
I left in my desk.
I can‘t hear anything.
What are you talking about?
Where is everybody?
Wait a second, will ya?
Remember
when we took those?
I sure do.
Joe must‘ve put ‘em in there.
He uses this desk to study.
Yeow, I‘m the Masked Bandit.
Joseph.
You told me to change shirts.
Upstairs. Just because
your father‘s here
doesn‘t mean that -
I‘m a nudist.
Joseph.
Take it easy, son.
I thought you guys were doing
everything your aunt told you.
What makes you think
they‘re not?
Why‘d you come home
in a police car?
Like to see the day
I can‘t control a pair
of young hoodlums.
One of the boys
gave me a lift.
Since I been
managing this house -
Did the governor give ya
a medal for winding up
that case so fast?
Get out of the way.
He must‘ve
given him something
for solving it so quick.
If you‘d stay home,
you‘d realize what good boys
you do have.
Oh, fiddlesticks.
"If you‘d stay
once in a while"?
Oh, Joe, I... I haven‘t
wound up that case quite yet.
What?
I explained to Frank
while you were upstairs.
I came home
to pick up some papers
and see a couple lawyers
in town.
I‘ve gotta go back to the city
on the night train.
But you told me
that this summer
we were...
I know, Joe. I don‘t like
these jobs that keep me
in the city so much.
I was hoping I‘d get
a vacation, take you boys
camping or fishing.
Go fishing? We were gonna
work on a real mystery
together.
Well, I...
You didn‘t even remember.
(skates clomp on stairs)
Joey! Joey,
it‘s me - Iola!
I hear ya.
Now go away.
Son, I want you
to understand.
Can‘t you tell me
what your case is?
Will you go away?
Iola, maybe
you better
run along.
But can‘t Joe come out?
I don‘t wanna.
Can‘t you tell me
what your mystery‘s gonna be?
Will you get
out of here?
Take your stupid
pretend games and -
Joe...
I‘m sorry.
It‘s all right.
Son, I realize
you‘re disappointed.
I said I‘m sorry.
Look, I‘ve got a job
to do, that‘s all,
and it‘s not really
such an exciting job
as you think.
I don‘t believe it.
I don‘t believe
one word of it.
You‘re always doing
something exciting.
All right, never mind.
The important thing is,
you‘re just a boy.
What I mean is,
I can‘t let you get
mixed up with real danger,
with real criminals.
It wouldn‘t exactly
have to be a murder case.
Frank, you‘re old enough
to know what being a detective
is really like.
90% of it
is just dull routine.
Filing and cross-filing
and adding up two and two.
I‘d do anything
to be a detective,
even arithmetic.
There are boy detectives
sometimes.
Sure there are. In the
Secret Mystery Files,
I read about a boy...
Joe, maybe
it‘s all right
in books
for kids to go solving crimes
and chasing crooks,
but this is real.
You‘re my sons. I can‘t
let you get mixed up -
That‘s just it.
What‘s the good
of being your sons?
All right. You want a case,
I‘ll give you one.
You mean it?
Of course I do.
Frank here tells me
the wire cutters are missing.
Certainly no one
would steal such a thing,
so where did we
mislay them?
If you‘ll just assemble
all the clues,
maybe we can solve -
Oh, why don‘t parents
ever understand anything?
Well, why don‘t they?
Joe?
Aah!
(Iola screaming)
Aah! Joe,
stop him. Get him.
Get who?
How should I know? I only
stopped to fix my skates,
and this canvas
came all over me.
Iola, what are you
talking about?
Joe, my purse.
It‘s gone.
He took it. I didn‘t see him,
but Joe, hurry.
Joe, what‘s the matter
with you?
Look, I‘m sorry
I hurt your feelings,
but I‘m all through
with pretend games now, so...
so don‘t go inventing
those wild stories anymore.
What?
From now on,
I‘m gonna grow up.
Joe.