The Hardy Boys: The Mystery of the Applegate Treasure (1956): Season 1, Episode 7 - A Pirate's Chest - 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 ♪

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(narrator) Today‘s episode

in "The Mystery
of the Applegate Treasure"...

"A Pirate‘s Chest."

(Applegate) Trespass.

Why is it young people
have no idea of trespass?

(Joe) What?

All boys are the same -
no respect for property.

Well, we didn‘t
hurt anything digging
in your garden.

Doesn‘t make
any difference.

It‘s against the law
to go snooping where
you‘re not invited.



We didn‘t mean
to do any...

In this country,
not even a policeman

can go snooping
on private property.

Did you know that?
Well, did you?

Every man‘s got a right
to his own privacy, we say,

and I‘d bet you‘d be pretty mad
if I went and rode your bicycle

without asking you,
wouldn‘t you?

Well, wouldn‘t you?!

Please, sir,
aren‘t you afraid

you‘re gonna cut
somebody with that?

Oh.

Mr. Applegate.
Eh?

W-We‘re sorry
we trespassed.

We really are.

We didn‘t mean to walk
on your lawn.

Some people think
I‘m crazy. (chuckles)

But that‘s a lot
of nonsense, of course.

Of course.

Now, before, you asked me
what trespass was.

(phone ringing)

That‘s your phone,
isn‘t it, Mr. Applegate?

Nonsense. Can‘t be.
No one ever phones me
at this hour.

(ringing continues)

Yes?

Hello.

Who is it?

Gertrude Hardy?

Aunt Gertrude.

Last night, everybody
in the neighborhood

was kept awake
till all hours,

and where were they?
At your house.

Well, tonight
I‘m all alone again,

and since the boys
were asking questions

about that ridiculous
treasure of yours, I -

They are?

Yes, right here,
both of them.

Please,
Mr. Applegate.

Nothing to worry about.
I‘ll send them right home.

Tell them what?

You tell the boys
there‘s been enough

detective foolishness
for one night.

These boys aren‘t foolish.

Furthermore, my treasure
is not ridiculous.

(Gertrude) What?

What‘s more, I invited
your nephews over here,

yes, and asked them not
to tell you about it, either.

So if you think anyone
deserves punishment,

you speak to me first.

Silas, I don‘t
for one minute believe -

And don‘t argue!
Good night!

(hangs up) one minute believe -

Why, he‘s never
invited any boys

inside that house
in his life.

Boy, you sure
told her.
Ah.

How come you lied
like that for us?

Huh?

And how come
all of a sudden

you were so nice
to us outside?

But I‘ve already told you.

Because you believe
in my doubloons

and the Applegate treasure.

You do believe them,
don‘t you?

Well, we don‘t
really know much

about any treasure,
Mr. Applegate.

Of course you don‘t,

because there‘s no one
to tell you the truth
but me, is there?

Over here.

I‘ll show you.

Look. Colonel
Nathaniel Applegate,

my great-grandfather.

He was the one.

He was?
One what?

The one who got
the gold, of course,

from the pirates.

He fought
with Andrew Jackson

in the Battle
of New Orleans.

Where?

New Orleans.
The War of 1812.

Good heavens.
What‘s the matter
with children these days?

Haven‘t you learned yet
there‘s more excitement

to be found in one page
of real history

than there is in a dozen
of those comic books?

Why, when
I was your age -

You mean
he got the gold?

Huh? Oh. Oh, yes.
His fair and square

in payment for damages
by Lafitte.

Who?
Jean Lafitte the pirate,
of course.

See that?

That actually
belonged to Lafitte.

Or Great-Grandfather
claimed it did.

Imagine that.
(chuckles)

A real
pirate‘s dagger.

Wow.

Of course, I prefer
the cutlass myself,

for prowlers, that is.

Anyway, boys,
Lafitte‘s men burned down

part of the family
plantation one night,

and that honest pirate

paid old Nathaniel
3,000 gold doubloons.

They were right there
in that chest.

That‘s the way
they were delivered,

and that‘s the way
Great-Grandfather

always wanted them kept.

Gee.

At $30 or $40 apiece,

you can imagine
what they‘re worth today.

Can we look?

Son, since Lafitte
gave the doubloons

to Nathaniel Applegate, no one
but a member of the family

has ever been allowed
to see our pirate gold.

But now... (chuckles)
go ahead.

It‘s empty.

What happened
to ‘em?

They were stolen...
ten years ago.

Oh, you boys
are only babies.

You wouldn‘t remember.

Ah, but you should have seen
the people digging here then.

Everybody in town.

Oh, they came running
with their greedy shovels,

like clam diggers
at low tide.

Then how come
everybody laughs

when you mention
the Applegate treasure?

Because no one ever found
any of it, actually.

Though why people
should think the only way

to locate missing doubloons
is to dig for them...

Well, what actually did
happen to it, Mr. Applegate?

Ah. That‘s the mystery.

I don‘t know.

(sighs) Golly.
After ten years,

it doesn‘t
give a detective
much to work on.

Well, weren‘t there
any clues or anything?

Clues. Ha!

For a while, I thought
my old gardener had taken them.

He and a friend of his
had stolen some things
down at the rail yard once.

But then the police proved

that he couldn‘t have
taken my doubloons.

Couldn‘t they find
any other suspects?

No, and they couldn‘t
find any fingerprints,

and they couldn‘t find out
how my house had been entered,

and they couldn‘t find
their own noses

without a pair of glasses.

What?

Oh, your father was
just as bad as the rest.

Every detective
who entered the case,

you know what they said?

They said they didn‘t believe
there ever had been any gold.

Golly, if Dad said
something like that,

he must‘ve had
a good reason.

Nonsense.

Just because I never
mentioned my doubloons

until after
they disappeared. Heh!

Tell me the truth now.

Huh?

Why do you believe
in my treasure?

Please.
You‘ll tear my shirt.
I thought you liked us.

I do, but you two know
something, don‘t you?

You and that Perry Robinson.

You let go of him!

Aunt Gertrude thinks
we‘re coming right home.

Tell me,
where were you digging?

Why were you digging?!

Please.

Who started you thinking
about treasure?

He can‘t tell you.
It‘s confidential.

Be quiet.
Confidential?!

Ho ho! Now we‘re
getting someplace.

Well, it is.

Uh, a detective
can‘t go telling

his client‘s secrets,
can he?

Joe, will you
keep your -

Secrets?!
What secrets?

And when you say client -

(owl shrieking)

It‘s only that owl,
isn‘t it?

He‘s disturbed.

He‘s been restless lately.

I used to enjoy his...

nesting up there
in the tower.

Soon as we get the pick,
we gotta go.

Yeah. Come on.

Wait, boys.

I wouldn‘t hurt you.

But you must realize
how upset I‘ve been.

After all,
it is my treasure,

and if you find
any of it -

Uh, goodbye,
Mr. Applegate.

Very well. Play your
little detective games,

but I‘m warning you,

if it‘s anyone
like that Perry Robinson
who‘s your client,

you better look out,

or you‘ll land
right in reform school
along with him.

And if there are any secrets
about my doubloons -

(shrieking)

Oh, dear. Now what‘s
the matter with him?

Oh, my.

Wait! I forgot the pick!

Oh, those boys.

Ah, those boys.

Oh, dear.

Here it is.

Come on.

No, wait.

Look here.
Now who‘s stalling?

But this is the place
where we filled in
the dirt ourselves

just a little while ago.

I don‘t care what it is.
Come on.

Joe, a footprint,

just like those
other ones we found.

Yeah.

Only, Frank,
this must have been made

just since we got inside.

(footsteps)

(chuckling)