The Hardy Boys: The Mystery of the Applegate Treasure (1956): Season 1, Episode 9 - The Female Detective - full transcript
While Frank and Joe wait for their father to get home, Iola goes to the Applegate house to retrieve the pick and shovel.
(♪ 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 Female Detective."
(footsteps)i>
(shrieking)i>
(shrieks)i>
(shrieks)i>
Stop!
Huh?
Oh.
Oh. Jackley?
Yes, sir. Just me.
Little late, aren‘t you?
(shrieks)
What‘s the matter
with that blasted owl?
The one up in the tower,
you mean?
Yeah.
Well, search me.
I just washed up.
I was going home
for the night.
Oh.
Hey, wh-what‘s this for?
Oh. I was just...
Oh, this?
Yeah.
Well, good night, Jackley.
(shrieks)
Hey, uh, I wouldn‘t
blame-blame you
if you wanted to skewer
that bird up there.
Pesky nuisance.
Oh, just the last
couple of days.
Have you noticed it, too?
No, I hadn‘t.
Maybe he‘s building
a nest, eh?
Oh, he‘s always been
up there in the tower,
but he‘s usually more quiet.
Well, uh,
I could board up
those empty windows
for you someday
if you like.
(shrieks) he night.
What‘s the use?
The tower‘s been
closed off for years.
I never use those rooms
anymore.
Well, I just thought
in case you didn‘t
want any more owls
getting in. (chuckles)
But I like birds.
Don‘t you?
Well, uh, don‘t let the
screeching bother you, sir.
It‘s a barn owl,
not a screech owl.
Well, i-it just
makes you so nervous
you gotta carry that sword
around with you.
Cutlass, man! Cutlass!
Mr. Applegate,
I don‘t care
if it‘s for skewering
marshmallows.
(nervous laugh)
Please, Jackley. I‘m sorry.
I‘ve been so nervous
lately...
at night.
Well, uh,
why don‘t you lock up
and go to bed, huh?
No. I have to wait
till Fenton Hardy gets here.
You mean
you need a detective
just to get rid of
that bird for you?
Of course not!
To get rid of his pick
and shovel, that‘s all,
and to hear
what I think of any man
who‘ll let his sons
come snooping and digging!
That‘s the stuff, boss.
You tell him.
Oh, I‘m sorry.
I mean, those Hardy boys
are getting everybody
on edge, aren‘t they?
Yeah.
Well, I‘m going home.
It‘s getting cold
out here, eh?
Good night.
Good night.
(footstep)
(shrieks)
(hoots)
Oh, dear.
(ringing)
Hello?
Gertrude, I was
just sitting here,
quietly dozing
over a book,
and I merely wondered
if your brother -
Fenton? Well, of course
he‘s not home yet,
and I‘m certainly going to
make him eat something
before he goes traipsing
over to your house.
Thank you.
That‘s the only reason
I called.
I don‘t for the life of me
see why he has to come.
I can still send
one of the boys for the tools.
Oh, no, you don‘t.
No one‘s going to touch
that pick and shovel
until your brother
gets here.
All right. You needn‘t
explain it all over again.
You‘re scared about something,
and you want Fenton‘s advice,
and you won‘t admit it.
I‘ll tell him. Goodbye.
Gertrude, that is most
certainly not true.
It‘s those youngsters
I‘m worried about.
Why, I‘ll bet you
they‘re up to more mischief
this very instant.
You probably don‘t even know
where they are.
Why, I most certainly do.
They‘re sitting
out on the front porch,
waiting for their father
just like you are.
Of all the ridiculous -
(sighs) Wait a minute.
Oh. Hi, Auntie.
Anything wrong?
No. No, nothing.
Silas Applegate, you are
a suspicious, worrying, old...
old gloomy Gus.
And on such a lovely summer
evening like tonight, too.
You ought to be ashamed.
(♪ whistling)
Listen.
Yeah, that‘s Iola‘s
whistle, all right.
Oh, that goop.
Well, at least she‘s finally
on her way to Applegate‘s.
Now all we gotta do is wait.
What do you wanna bet
she messes up things
somehow?
Take it easy.
She didn‘t have to go
in the first place.
(nervous,
halting whistling)
Why does she keep on
whistling for?
We got her signal.
Ah, she‘s probably afraid.
You know how girls are.
Quiet.
She ought to be there
in a minute.
Just as if
there was anything
to be really afraid of
over there.
Ah, on a nice night
like this, too.
(whistling)
(stops whistling)
(scrapes)
(clang)
(yelps)
Thank you.
Hi, boys.
Hi, Dad.
Hello.
Well, you boys
look as though
you expected
a thunderstorm.
No, Dad. Just you.
Well, wait till I have
a bite to eat.
Yeah, Aunt Gertrude‘s got
dinner ready for you now.
Well, I‘m afraid we‘re
going to have to have
a little talk, boys,
after I‘ve seen
Applegate.
I guess you both realize
that this mystery stuff
of yours
has gotten a little
out of hand, that‘s all.
I‘m sure the whole thing
is silly,
but, well, we‘ll talk
about it later.
You coming inside?
In a minute.
So nice out here, we thought
we might stay for a while.
OK, boys.
Oh, Gertrude, I‘m home.
Oh, there you are.
Hello, Fenton.
Say, what‘s the matter
with the boys?
They act scared to death.
Oh, those pint-size detectives
and their mysteries.
I‘m just glad you‘re
at home, Fenton.
You know, that old fuddy-duddy
Silas Applegate
has been pestering
the life out of me,
and I told the boys that they
couldn‘t leave the house
until you talked to him.
Come on. I‘ll fix you
some supper.
Well, it sure sounded silly
on the phone.
Just wait till we get
those fingerprints.
We‘ll show him
how silly this is.
(sighs) She‘s gotta
be there by now.
(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 Female Detective."
(footsteps)i>
(shrieking)i>
(shrieks)i>
(shrieks)i>
Stop!
Huh?
Oh.
Oh. Jackley?
Yes, sir. Just me.
Little late, aren‘t you?
(shrieks)
What‘s the matter
with that blasted owl?
The one up in the tower,
you mean?
Yeah.
Well, search me.
I just washed up.
I was going home
for the night.
Oh.
Hey, wh-what‘s this for?
Oh. I was just...
Oh, this?
Yeah.
Well, good night, Jackley.
(shrieks)
Hey, uh, I wouldn‘t
blame-blame you
if you wanted to skewer
that bird up there.
Pesky nuisance.
Oh, just the last
couple of days.
Have you noticed it, too?
No, I hadn‘t.
Maybe he‘s building
a nest, eh?
Oh, he‘s always been
up there in the tower,
but he‘s usually more quiet.
Well, uh,
I could board up
those empty windows
for you someday
if you like.
(shrieks) he night.
What‘s the use?
The tower‘s been
closed off for years.
I never use those rooms
anymore.
Well, I just thought
in case you didn‘t
want any more owls
getting in. (chuckles)
But I like birds.
Don‘t you?
Well, uh, don‘t let the
screeching bother you, sir.
It‘s a barn owl,
not a screech owl.
Well, i-it just
makes you so nervous
you gotta carry that sword
around with you.
Cutlass, man! Cutlass!
Mr. Applegate,
I don‘t care
if it‘s for skewering
marshmallows.
(nervous laugh)
Please, Jackley. I‘m sorry.
I‘ve been so nervous
lately...
at night.
Well, uh,
why don‘t you lock up
and go to bed, huh?
No. I have to wait
till Fenton Hardy gets here.
You mean
you need a detective
just to get rid of
that bird for you?
Of course not!
To get rid of his pick
and shovel, that‘s all,
and to hear
what I think of any man
who‘ll let his sons
come snooping and digging!
That‘s the stuff, boss.
You tell him.
Oh, I‘m sorry.
I mean, those Hardy boys
are getting everybody
on edge, aren‘t they?
Yeah.
Well, I‘m going home.
It‘s getting cold
out here, eh?
Good night.
Good night.
(footstep)
(shrieks)
(hoots)
Oh, dear.
(ringing)
Hello?
Gertrude, I was
just sitting here,
quietly dozing
over a book,
and I merely wondered
if your brother -
Fenton? Well, of course
he‘s not home yet,
and I‘m certainly going to
make him eat something
before he goes traipsing
over to your house.
Thank you.
That‘s the only reason
I called.
I don‘t for the life of me
see why he has to come.
I can still send
one of the boys for the tools.
Oh, no, you don‘t.
No one‘s going to touch
that pick and shovel
until your brother
gets here.
All right. You needn‘t
explain it all over again.
You‘re scared about something,
and you want Fenton‘s advice,
and you won‘t admit it.
I‘ll tell him. Goodbye.
Gertrude, that is most
certainly not true.
It‘s those youngsters
I‘m worried about.
Why, I‘ll bet you
they‘re up to more mischief
this very instant.
You probably don‘t even know
where they are.
Why, I most certainly do.
They‘re sitting
out on the front porch,
waiting for their father
just like you are.
Of all the ridiculous -
(sighs) Wait a minute.
Oh. Hi, Auntie.
Anything wrong?
No. No, nothing.
Silas Applegate, you are
a suspicious, worrying, old...
old gloomy Gus.
And on such a lovely summer
evening like tonight, too.
You ought to be ashamed.
(♪ whistling)
Listen.
Yeah, that‘s Iola‘s
whistle, all right.
Oh, that goop.
Well, at least she‘s finally
on her way to Applegate‘s.
Now all we gotta do is wait.
What do you wanna bet
she messes up things
somehow?
Take it easy.
She didn‘t have to go
in the first place.
(nervous,
halting whistling)
Why does she keep on
whistling for?
We got her signal.
Ah, she‘s probably afraid.
You know how girls are.
Quiet.
She ought to be there
in a minute.
Just as if
there was anything
to be really afraid of
over there.
Ah, on a nice night
like this, too.
(whistling)
(stops whistling)
(scrapes)
(clang)
(yelps)
Thank you.
Hi, boys.
Hi, Dad.
Hello.
Well, you boys
look as though
you expected
a thunderstorm.
No, Dad. Just you.
Well, wait till I have
a bite to eat.
Yeah, Aunt Gertrude‘s got
dinner ready for you now.
Well, I‘m afraid we‘re
going to have to have
a little talk, boys,
after I‘ve seen
Applegate.
I guess you both realize
that this mystery stuff
of yours
has gotten a little
out of hand, that‘s all.
I‘m sure the whole thing
is silly,
but, well, we‘ll talk
about it later.
You coming inside?
In a minute.
So nice out here, we thought
we might stay for a while.
OK, boys.
Oh, Gertrude, I‘m home.
Oh, there you are.
Hello, Fenton.
Say, what‘s the matter
with the boys?
They act scared to death.
Oh, those pint-size detectives
and their mysteries.
I‘m just glad you‘re
at home, Fenton.
You know, that old fuddy-duddy
Silas Applegate
has been pestering
the life out of me,
and I told the boys that they
couldn‘t leave the house
until you talked to him.
Come on. I‘ll fix you
some supper.
Well, it sure sounded silly
on the phone.
Just wait till we get
those fingerprints.
We‘ll show him
how silly this is.
(sighs) She‘s gotta
be there by now.