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Who's the greatest moon runner of all time?

I don't see no problem with you winnin' that race.

Car against car.

- Don't do it. - 'Yee-haa!'

I don't give a hang about fair play.

Those dirty sidewinders.

♪ Just the good ol' boys ♪

♪ Never meanin' no harm ♪

♪ Beats all you never saw been in trouble with the law ♪

♪ Since the day they was born ♪

♪ Straightenin' the curves ♪

♪ Flattenin' the hills ♪

♪ Someday the mountain might get 'em ♪

♪ But the law never will ♪

♪ Makin' their way ♪

♪ The only way they know how ♪

♪ That's just a little bit more than the law will allow ♪

♪ Just the good ol' boys ♪

♪ Wouldn't change if they could ♪

♪ Fightin' the system ♪

♪ Like a true modern day Robin Hood ♪

Welcome, folks, to the annual ridge runners reunion.

For 32 years now, these old time moonshiners

and their loved ones have been gettin' together

all over the country, to eat, drink, tell lies

and drink, and make merry.

As they wistfully recall

those days of "Shine and Roses."

'Who is that dude?'

That dude is now Chief Bachley, from Grand County.

- Mmm, kinda cute. - He he.

'Hey, there's Jesse.'

Oh! Uncle Jesse, are you cute!

Uncle Jesse.

Ain't a revenuer alive who could've caught

Jesse in the Black Tilly.

Here comes J.D. Hogg in the Gray Ghost.

'Them revenuers, they never did have no respect'

'for the polish on the mayor'scar.'

Boss, you sure did have a nice big mop of hair once.

- 'He got him.' - 'Got away, too. Look at this.'

I tell you, Boss sure did drive a mean car back then.

Wonder why he don't drive anymore?

That's easy, he can't fit behind the wheel no more.

'You kids shouldn't talk about your elders that way.'

Look, you oughta not boo the law. That's the law there.

'That man was real nasty.'

Was and is. That there is Sheriff Emmitt Spike Loomis

of Hatchapee County.

- Spike? - Why'd did they call him that?

Watch.

Oh, he sure was hard on anybody he caught runnin' shine.

And we wasn't even runnin' shine.

J.D. and me was just goin' fishing.

'Just fishin'. That's all. Fishing.'

'That's his idea of a warning.'

Hey, hold it now. Folks, I think that we owe Able, over here

'a real nice thank you for furnishing us with this'

X-rated movies that we've just seen.

How'd you get that movie, Able?

Just 'cause I'm a retired revenuer don't mean

I still ain't got some friends in the department.

Oh, Uncle Jesse, you were so terrific.

I tell you, right there was proof that our Uncle Jesse

is the best moonshine runner in the whole world.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

No, neither would I.

Boss here, now, he can run a roadblock

better than any ridge runner.

He told. Didn't you, boss?

Yeah, yeah.

Now, wait a minute.

Maybe, y'all weren't watching the same movie that we saw.

But from what I saw

Boss couldn't even hardly keep up with Uncle Jesse.

Oh, take it easy, Bo.

I'm just tellin' the truth, Luke.

Everybody here knows that our Uncle Jesse

is the best moonshine runner in the whole world.

- That's right. - Yeah!

Rosco? You gonna take that?

No. Uh, Bo.

- What? - Hush.

Now, Daisy, Bo, Luke, come on now.

We come here to have a good time and talk and eat popcorn.

'Not to argue.'

Just the same, Jesse.

I think you'll have to admit deep down, won't you?

That when it came to both of us runnin' shine

you spend most of your time

smellin' my smoke and eatin' my dust.

Smelling your..

The only smoke of yours I smelled

was when you'd stop and get them

barbecued boar ribs every 10 miles.

And you know to this day every time you clear your throat

it's my dust that's in there.

- Is that a fact? - That's a fact.

Well, lemme tell you I was ahead of you every time.

You were only ahead when we was going to lunch.

- 'If I was drivin'... ' - 'If you were still drivin'... '

I'd be ahead of you..

Alright.

According to the bye-laws

of the "All Time Ridge Run Association"

ain't but one way to prove who's still the best driver

now, is there?

Uncle Jesse, don't do it.

Jesse, please count ten.

- You got it. - Me against you.

- Car against car. - Three days from today.

To Hatchapee County.

- Hatchapee County? - Hatchapee County?

Sheriff Spike Loomis's territory, huh?

Right through Hard Labor Creek.

Cousin, you just started World War III.

Alright.

- Done. - Done.

Hold your spit, gentlemen.

Ah, now listen, I don't wanna be a party pooper.

- Then shut up. - Ah, Boss.

You can't race cars in Hazzard County. It's against the law.

What the law don't know, won't hurt 'em.

But I know about it.

Well, you ain't here to know about it.

- I'm standin' right here. - You're somewhere else.

- You're in your office. - But I ain't there.

Just like you ain't here.

If not there or here, then where?

Fired if you don't button your mouth!

I understand that.

What are the people in Hazzard County gonna say?

Nothin'.

Because we're gonna keep this big race a little secret.

'Just amongst ourselves.'

- Agreed? - Agreed.

- Done! - Done!

But when it came to keepin' a secret about the final run

between Jesse and Boss Hogg, one fellow secretly told two.

Those two secretly told four. And four secretly told eight.

And so on till somebody finally decided to keep the secret

and tell nobody else.

Which kinda cut down on the attendance.

Now, if you're wonderin' why the mention of Hatchapee County

tends to stir people up a bit, let me introduce you folks

to Sheriff Emmitt Spike Loomis.

A man who has no use for moonshiners.

And has his own peculiar way of showin' it.

This ridge runnin' heap of trash belong to you, boy?

Well, it don't no more.

Fortunately, old Spike has mellowed out with the years.

You and your big mouth.

Oh, now, you'll tell me it's all my fault.

You supposed right. Unless you can get him out of all this.

Well, I guess, what's done is done.

Can't be undone, that's for sure.

It's about time you two saw the light.

You should know by now that Jesse Duke never backs down

from a challenge.

Especially one from J.D. Hogg.

Now, why don't the two of you

quit jawin' and get back to work.

Yes, sir.

With the moonshine run just two days away, Jesse and Boss

agreed to meet on neutral ground, with their seconds.

And the only neutral ground

Jesse would agree to was Cooter's garage.

Alright, y'all. Let's agree.

The race'll start in front of the Boars Nest at high noon.

Now, this here race is a big circle with one invasion

into Choctaw County, Sheriff Loomis' territory.

And we go out here on highway 104 through Calico Junction

past Hard Labor Creek, then you go through Hatchapee

and then there's a final run back to the Boars Nest.

And may the best man win.

He will.

- Good luck, Uncle Jesse. - Thanks, Cooter.

You two sure you wanna go through with this?

It's been a long time between runs, for both of you.

Luke, running whisky's like ridin' a bicycle or makin' love.

Once you learn you never forget.

The Boss is the best, and we aim to prove it.

Alright, y'all. There's one more thing, and that's the cargo.

It'll be the usual 10 gallons of shine.

Now, just a minute. The Dukes don't run no real shine.

We made a deal with the U.S. of A. Federal Government

and we don't renege.

Besides, I don't want to jeopardize these boys probation.

So, we carry water.

Ten jugs of water. Is that agreed?

Alright, agreed.

Let's go, Rosco.

After all these years of bein' chauffeured around

I've gotta get the rust out of these drivin' hands.

There ain't no rust in those little fat fingers.

That ain't rust, that's fat.

I sure wished I had my old runner for this race.

Black Tilly, I called her.

'She could smell out a revenuer long before I could.'

'Yeah, they don't make cars with noses like that no more.'

Yeah, sure they do, Uncle Jesse.

Go beyond. She's yours, if you want her.

Well, that's very nice of you, Cooter, but I don't know.

Now, Cooter, this thing don't look like much of nothing to me.

I've seen better lookin' cars in the junkyard.

But it is my favorite runnin' color. Black.

Y'all ought not to judge a car by its hood.

Least-wise not till you've looked under it.

'Well, well, look at that.'

Y'all gentlemen's were sayin'..

Cooter, I'm-I'm obliged. I'll take it.

Yes, sir. I'll run it.

I'll call her Black Tilly II.

Uncle Jesse, I don't see no problem

with you winning that race.

Not with this thing. Whoo!

Unless maybe, Boss decides to run an unfair race.

Now, I know that J.D. Hogg is a low down dirty skunk.

But underneath that stripe running down his back

beats the heart of an old moonshiner.

Rosco, as a member in good standin' of the old time

Ridge Runners Association, I've given my word of honor

that never would I violate our code of fair play

toward a fellow moonshiner, but..

You don't give a hang about fair play.

I don't give a hang about fair play.

I gotta win. I gotta win this moonshine run against Jesse.

No matter what I gotta do.

No matter how crooked, how rotten, how..

- Deceitful. - Deceitful.

Yeah, that's a good word. You're learning.

I try.

Well, here's what you've gotta do.

That night, Boss had Rosco

pay a little social visit to Jesse's car.

And give it a little somethin'

to make it run to Boss' satisfaction.

You know a man who'd fool with another man's car

just ain't got no class, at all.

Ain't it funny how the most mature man

can be turned into a little boy?

If you give him the right toy.

Now, here we go one more time.

Cooter, I ain't sure what you did to that car

but whatever it is, you're a genius.

And I've always been known for my good looks.

Priest on a pony. I thought that stuff was guaranteed to work.

Uncle Jesse got more moves with that thing

than a rabbit with a bobcat on its tail.

Somebody's trained you good, Tilly.

Oh, it's quittin'. Yeah, it's quittin' time.

I love it. I love it.

She was goin' good and then suddenly she started coughin'

and sputterin' and died.

I think it's got the vapors.

Well, what's wrong with it?

Don't know. Poor old thing.

I don't know whether to bury it or fix it.

Fix it.

- I thought you'd say that. - Soon.

Yesterday.

Now, there ain't no questions that Boss Hogg was figurin'

to win this shine run using all his resources.

Lyin', stealin' or cheatin'.

But that didn't stop him from practicing some honest driving.

'Cause these old boys

was having the time of their lives.

Oh, it sure works good.

Did you see that, Enos?

Me and the Gray Ghost Jr. Are still the best.

Enos, you and your cat naps. You missed it all.

Enos, wake up.

Ah! Mr. Hogg, you scared my dog.

Hey, Boss, guess what?

- I know. - What?

You failed your entrance exam for the cuckoo's nest.

But they're takin' you away just to sing.

No, no. It worked, Boss. It really worked.

Oh, that?

Speaking of work, Enos, who's guarding those prisoners

back at the jail house?

Sheriff, we ain't got no prisoners.

Well, then go get some, you dipstick. Now, scoot.

Yes, sir.

Alright. Alright. Now, tell me.

How is Jesse's car feelin' these days?

Sick, sick, sick!

I tell you, Boss, ain't no way Jesse's car's

gonna beat you in that shine race.

Rosco, you made up for everything.

I'm right proud of you.

I appreciate it. I appreciate it.

I wouldn't be surprised if there'd be a little something

for you in your pay envelope next time.

Oh, oh, you mean a raise, Boss?

No. Last month's back pay.

Oh. Oh.

Well, this is the last time we're gonna take Uncle Jesse's

word about Boss having any code of ethics.

- We gonna tell him about this? - Nope.

The next time this buggy leaves your sight

it's gonna be from the startin' line.

You get that?

My sight? Why my sight?

'Cause no matter what you say, it was you and your flapping jaw

that got Jesse into this mess.

Luke, you just don't quit, do you?

You keep pipin' about this thing...

May I tell y'all, whoever Boss Hogg got to sabotage

that gas tank, could have used good cleaning branch water.

I mean that tank was a mess.

Well, when Boss plays dirty don't look for nothin' clean.

- Tell it like it is. - What's the verdict?

Uncle Jesse, somebody...

It's the fuel pump, Uncle Jesse. Some dirt in the fuel pump.

Ah, well, she didn't die of the vapors, after all.

She's gonna live.

- Yeah, you bet. Good as new. - Yes, sir.

Rosco, you know..

I was thinking I could save miles on this race

by going through Miller's Swamp.

Now, it looks like Jesse's car

is gonna get bogged down before it even starts.

You get that joke?

Swamp? Bogged?

Boss... what's a five letter word for "Dunce"?

R-O-S-C-O.

Oh, oh, that fits.

Everybody, everybody, a toast.

A toast to the final moonshine run

between Jesse Duke and Boss J.D. Hogg.

And I am layin' even money on Jesse Duke to win.

Any takers?

- $10 on Boss Hogg. - Alright.

And I've got another 10, it says the same thing.

You're on. Only let's make it a twenty.

All my tip money on Uncle Jesse.

Yeah, but there's only 10 there, Daisy. Where's the other ten?

Tip me the other 10, Homer, you got it.

Well, before you knew it

everybody was bettin' everything they had

on either Jesse and Black Tilly or Boss and the Gray Ghost.

One fellow even bet on both of 'em.

He wants to be the first guy in Hazzard County to break even.

'Hey, look who's comin' down the road'

'just tearin' up the cement.'

What the douche is goin' on out there?

Oh!

Now, just stick your foot in it, Bo.

Let 'em see what Tilly can really do.

Rosco, next time you sabotage a car

make sure it's mine.

That way it'll run forever.

W-well, what I should've done, Boss, is put sugar

in that gas tank, instead of water.

Not if you use the water on your brain.

If it's thick enough to clog your head

just think of what it would've done to Jesse's car.

Well, Boss, it looks like you're just gonna have to make that

moonshine run fair and square.

Easy does it, Rosco.

To me fair and square are fightin' words.

Now, lemme think. Lemme think.

Now then, this moonshine run maybe just the way for us

to get rid of them Dukes once and for all.

Oh, Boss, I can see those little wheels spinnin'

in that fat little head.

How?

Well, both Jesse and me agreed to carry

jugs of water instead of real shine, now, didn't we?

Boss, you're rollin'. You're rollin'.

Well, so, what we're gonna do is, we replace the water...

- With the moonshine. - With the moonshine.

And then, Jesse's gonna get himself caught with the shine.

Which will break his treaty with the U.S. Government.

Then we could put them Duke boys in jail.

Yeah, once and for all!

How do we get Jesse caught with that shine in his cargo?

With this.

Watch.

Hatchapee County Sheriff Station?

Lemme talk to Sheriff Emmitt Loomis, please?

Spike Loomis?

'Hello? Hello, who's there?'

Sheriff Emmitt Loomis here. State your business.

Sheriff, I'm a concerned citizen from over in Hazzard County.

Who should like to remain anonymous.

I'm busy. You've one minute. What do you want?

Well, when I heard about this moonshine run

'which is gonna go right through your territory.'

- Moonshine! When? - Tomorrow, sir.

Who?

I think the name is Jesse Duke.

Jesse Duke?

You've heard of him. Oh, how convenient.

'He'll be in a black coupe.'

You will catch him, I hope.

Because you see, sir, I just deplore the use of alcohol.

Bye.

Jesse Duke. After all these years I finally got you.

I got you!

Now, we've all seen Boss pull some pretty

underhanded dirty tricks.

But turning anybody over

to the likes of Sheriff Spike Loomis

well, that just about takes the cake.

It's been quite a while since Jesse had run from the law.

So, he figured it wouldn't do no harm to take a trial run.

Just to get his feet ready.

Yee-haa!

I thought you boys was gonna give me some competition.

Can't you catch me?

Don't just sit here. Catch him.

Alright.

Too late, boys. You lose. I'll see you back at the farm.

Somebody oughta take that old man's license away from him.

I'm telling you, Boss, you've got all angles covered

with other dirty angles.

Yeah.

But don't you think using my patrol car is a bit obvious?

I mean, that'll stick out like a June bug floating

in a bucket of buttermilk.

Didn't you hear what I said?

You ain't gonna use a patrol car

when you run interference for me in that race.

'And don't you go wearing that uniform, neither.'

Oh, I get to put on some civilian clothes

and travel incognito.

Rosco, you foul up my interference, and so help me

this time, next Thursday, you're gonna travel incognito as..

- A night rent-a-cop. - A night rent-a-cop.

- At Shorty's Rib Shack. - At Shorty's Rib Shack.

- And Pool Hall. - And Pool Hall.

- On Mud River Road. - On Swamp Road.

- They moved. - Oh, I didn't know.

Now git!

Bo, Luke. Rosco's gonna run decoy for Boss

when he and Jesse make the run.

Well, that figures. It's against all the ground rules.

It wouldn't be Boss, otherwise.

And that ain't all.

Rosco isn't gonna be in his uniform.

And he ain't gonna be drivin' his patrol car.

I guess, we're just gonna have to interfere

with Rosco's interference and make sure

Jesse ain't interfered with.

You got a way with words, cousin.

Don't you think we oughta tell Uncle Jesse about this?

Jesse wants to run this race fair

and we'll see that he does it.

Ain't no use in worryin' him about something we can handle.

- Right? - Right.

- Alright. - Let's go.

Hey, here comes Jesse Duke.

Here you go, Uncle Jesse.

Alright, Uncle Jesse.

Hey, here comes J.D. Hogg.

Alright now, folks.

Now, just to be sure

that Jesse here and the Boss

are both carrying the required ten jugs of shine.

That's water, Sam.

Deputy Enos Straight is going to inspect both vehicles.

- Come on, Enos. We trust you. - You do?

You don't cheat on your income tax, do you?

No.

Well, then you're the only one... for the job.

Come on, Enos.

Both have got ten. Fair and square.

Are you sure, Enos?

Yes, sir. I counted 20 jugs and divided by two.

Alright, J.D., let's get at it.

Eh, Jesse, say..

Eh, you know, we can't kick off this run

without us, all of us here, having our traditional

ridge runners round of drinks.

Now, can we?

Well, alright, everybody. Drinks are on Boss.

- Wait a minute. - Thank you, J.D.

Yeah, but..

Alright, you dipsticks.

Get that shine outta there, and get it in Jesse's car.

Eh, Rosco, we've been thinking.

It don't seem right to us pulling that dirty trick

like that on Jesse.

Right. We just don't like it, that's all.

- No. - You don't like it, huh?

Well, tell me when you stop not likin' it

and start lovin' it.

Huh? Oh, no, no. Here.

That's it. Now you love it?

- We love it just fine. - Let's get it.

Hey, y'all, to the final run.

To the final run!

Hurry up.

That'll be $22, Boss.

Put it on my tab.

But, Boss, you ain't got no tab. You own this place.

You're right. Put it on Rosco's tab.

And if he ain't got one, make one.

Let's get this race on the road, J.D.

Eh, hold you horses, Jesse. I ain't finished yet.

Well, in that case, I'll have another, Sam.

Then again, Jesse, quit stallin'

and let's get rollin'.

I don't much care for that giggle of Rosco's.

It sounds about like usual to me.

- Just stupid. - Bring the General around back.

I'll meet you there after the run starts.

Wait a minute! Don't run over me now.

Mr. Hogg, get back some, Mr. Hogg.

Come up some, Mr. Jesse.

Yaa-hew!

Yee-ha ha!

- Stay close on the C.B. - Yeah.

Sheriff Loomis. Proceed.

Sheriff, this is an anonymous caller.

- Oh, you again? - Oh, no, no.

This is anonymous caller, uh, the second part.

That was anonymous caller of the first part.

Although, we are close anonymous friends.

Get on with it.

Well, listen, this is just an anonymous reminder

to let you know that Jesse Duke has just started

his moonshine run through your County.

He did, did he?

'He'll be driving a black coupe.'

That man oughta have himself put away.

Wonder how Uncle Jesse's is doing?

Just fine, as long as we can keep Rosco

from doing whatever it is he's up to.

You better lay back, Jesse.

That's Willet Bridge up ahead.

There's room for one car at a time, and that's me!

J.D., you better suck in that belly and gimme some room

because I'm comin' through with you.

Now, friends and neighbors, there just ain't no way

that two cars can get through Willet Bridge at one time.

Unless one of 'em went piggy back on the other.

Looks like two coons divin' for the same hole.

I can't look.

I guess, Daisy was right about Rosco helpin' Boss

with that barricade.

Let's put a little salt on his tail.

10-4.

Yeah, I'll show you, Jesse.

You just ride with me, that's right.

You suppose Uncle Jesse could keep his mind

on drivin', if he knew that he was really carrying

moonshine right into the jaws of the law.

Steady, men.

Eyes to the horizon.

We're gonna nail us a ridge runner.

You know, even if Jesse wins, he still loses

when he's caught with real shine we switched in his car.

Hey, here's to Rosco and Boss Hogg.

I don't like 'em, but they sure do pay good.

Daisy.

Them dudes over there done switched some jugs to shine.

We'd better check.

Water.

Those dirty sidewinders.

If Jesse gets caught, he, Bo and Luke

are all gonna go to jail.

What're we gonna do?

Well, there ain't, but one thing to do.

Gimme a hand in getting these jugs in my truck, will you?

You can't get ahead of me.

Now, you'd think old Boss would be satisfied

just getting Jesse caught carrying shine.

But oh, no.

Boss wanted to make sure he also won the race

and as usual Rosco helpin' undermineded method.

We'd better get that outta there before Uncle Jesse sees it.

Too late.

That does it then. Uncle Jesse's out of the race.

Not if we can get him back on the right road.

We're gonna need that detour sign. Come on.

This is Crazy Cooter comin' at you.

Anybody home on the Hazzard net. Come on, Bo, Luke.

Try it again, Cooter.

Bo? Luke?

Y'all there? Y'all read me? Come on.

They must be out of range.

Take that shortcut over there.

Don't look like much of a shortcut.

It will be after you go there, won't it?

Hey, you got a point there.

'Ye-e-e-hoo!'

If Jesse still believes in signs, he's back in his race.

This whole country is just one dang detour.

Let's go find Rosco, see what he's up to.

You got it.

Hey! How?

Rosco, you dodo!

15:22 hours, men. Still counting down.

Be alert.

Rosco, Rosco, you hear me? Rosco, do something.

'Do something. Over.'

'I'm comin', I'm comin'.'

So are we, Rosco.

'Rosco, do something. Do something. Over.'

When do you figure, we come back and get Rosco outta that mess?

I don't know. Give me a week or two to think about it.

'Crazy Cooter comin' at you. Bo, Luke, y'all there?'

Loud and clear, Cooter. What's your 20?

I'm on Pine Hollow Road with Miss Daisy Duke.

Luke, Uncle Jesse is carrying real shine on Black Tilly.

- Are you sure about that? - As sure as sure can be.

I got the water jugs in the back of my truck to prove it.

Rosco.

We've to get Uncle Jesse outta that run

before he reaches Hatchapee County with that load of shine.

Just gonna break his heart to lose that race to old Boss Hogg.

Maybe, he won't have to.

Cooter, how soon can you meet us at the Banta Crossroads?

Oh, we can meet you there in no time, good buddy.

I hope you're thinkin' what I am thinkin'

'cause that's why I brought these jugs.

Then, let's do it.

Burn rubber-flubber.

'Boys, you just hold everything right there.'

And that goes for you too, Cooter.

'Now, there ain't no way I'm gonna continue this thing'

'with real moonshine in this rig.'

If I get caught, you boys will be arrested.

Do you want that?

That's a pretty poor excuse

for pullin' out of a race.

You couldn't win anyway, Jesse.

'Jesse, just hold on a little while longer.'

Now, if what we got in mind don't work, I promise

you'll still have time to pull out of this thing. Duke's honor.

Give it up, Jesse. Give it up.

Give it up? Ha!

I am just gonna hang on to your tail a little while, J.D.

You better move it.

Floor it, hold her there.

Don't do it.

Daisy, would you mind watchin' the store for just a second?

I am gonna take me a little fresh air.

Okay, Cooter.

Excuse me, Miss Daisy, is this seat taken?

No.

You're carryin' nothin', but water now, Jesse.

- Give him hell. - I read you, Luke.

Alright, J.D. let's see who eats whose dust.

I thought this was just a friendly race, Jesse.

You just keep that pedal to the metal, Uncle Jesse.

Hammer down, Uncle Jesse. You got him now.

Both cars had to run to the Hatchapee County line

and crossover into no man's land.

And the first one to be back to the Boars Nest

would be the winner.

If that sounds simple

then you already forgot about the Sheriff Spike Loomis.

I can smell 'em.

I can smell 'em.

Any minute now, men.

Outta my way.

I gotta get back to the Boars Nest

to win this thing.

- Yee-haa! - Hee-haw!

Well, they both made it into Spike Loomis' no man's land.

Now, the first one back to the Boars Nest, wins.

You wait for me, Jesse Duke.

Nobody tells lies about me, without me being there.

- Hey, somebody's coming. - Uh?

It's Uncle Jesse.

I got you now, Jesse Duke.

That's right, Loomis. Arrest that ridge runner.

He'd been runnin' shine.

Oh, Boss, Uncle Jesse ain't been runnin' no shine.

All he's got in the trunk here is water.

- Water? - That's right.

Shine?

Well, it was shine. I know it was.

'Cause you had Rosco put it there.

Yeah, 'cause I had Rosco put it there myself.

'J.D.'

Not only have you blasphemed the ethics and code of honor

of a ridge runner, you are crooked, rotten and...

Deceitful?

Deceitful!

Deceitful. That's what you are.

I didn't say, I put the shine in that car.

No. It was that dumb dodo of a sheriff, Rosco P. Coltrane.

Arrest him.

Rosco. We left him stuck back there.

He ain't stuck no more.

That's the legend of the final run.

How Jesse Duke beat Boss Hogg, and became the greatest

moonshine runner that ever lived in Hazzard County.