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♪ 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 ♪

Yee-haw!

She does alright, though.

Now I know what you're thinkin'.

It ain't natural to see General Lee losing a race

like this to cousin Daisy.

But the last time Bo and Luke beat Daisy into town

she put starch in their undershorts.

And it gave 'em a little somethin' to think about.

You lose, boys. Another blow for equal rights.

Next time, my pride's gonna come before my shorts.

Not mine. Ahem.

In most big cities, the airport is an exciting place.

But in Hazzard County, the bus station can provide

about as much excitement as anybody would want.

Mmm, get my drift?

- I think I'm in love. - Well, I saw her first.

- She ain't your type. - She sure is.

Howdy!

Excuse me and my cousin here, ma'am

but we're conductin' a survey on whether women prefer

little boys with blond hair or men with dark hair.

I prefer men who are bald.

That's no problem at all.

I got a razor in the car, I'll get it.

Alright, I got you this time, you Duke boys.

Section 5-1, violatin' a fire hydrant.

Ghkuh-ghkuh.

Wait a minute, Duke boys?

- Yes, ma'am. - Yeah.

Don't you remember me, T.C. Rogers?

Thelma Claire Rog.. You're Jim Rogers little..

Oh, w-what happened to your buck teeth and your bone legs?

I lost 'em in college.

'There you are.'

That's gonna cost you boys at least $20.

I love it, I love it.

- Rosco. - Hm?

Ain't you gonna learn that Luke and me ain't out-of-towners?

I believe this belongs to you.

Thanks, Rosco.

You smart aleck..

How long you home for, Thelma Claire?

Well, um, that kinda depends on if I win or lose.

If you win or lose what?

'The election.'

I've decided to run against Boss Hogg

for supervisory administrator of Hazzard County.

Judas Priest on a pony!

Administrator? Oh. Oh.

You got your work cut out for you if you runnin' against him.

Heh, he wrote the dirty campaign cookbook.

You think I don't know it?

He beat my daddy out of the same job 15 years ago

by stealing the pencils out of the voting booths.

'But not this time.'

You know, I kinda like your..

Your spunk. Ha ha.

Tell you what? If you need a campaign manager

you got one right here.

Seein' as how you're running against Boss Hogg

you probably need a couple of campaign managers.

Ah, why don't we just discuss strategy over a tall, cool..

- Excuse us both. - N-n-now, fellas..

- Excuse you, Luke. - N-n-no, I don't have time.

See, I've gotta get settled in and get over to the courthouse

to file as a candidate before 6 o'clock.

Well then... what are we waiting for?

Give me that, Bo.

'Revenge, revenge!'

Revenge, Rosco. Revenge.

- That girl wants revenge. - I tell you, she wants it.

- For her daddy. - Mm-hm.

Old man Rogers, whom I beat 15 years ago.

Unfair and unsquare.

Yeah. So the sorehead said.

Boss, I don't know what you're gonna worry about

'cause you done won last two times out.

That's because nobody was runnin' against me.

- I was go.. - Here you can have that one.

Oh, thank you.

Well, listen, let me ask you something.

Exactly what does a supervisory administrator do?

'All that itty-bitty nitpickin' things'

'I'll never bother to look up.'

Because it only takes an itty-bitty amount

of Hazzard County tax money to run that office.

Still, we don't wanna lose

'our share of even itty-bitty tax money, now, do you?'

Shoot, no.

Boss, uh, how come you never gave me any of that little

itty-bitty tax money?

Because after taxing your share of the itty-bitty

there just wasn't nothin' left.

Oh.

Rosco, somehow, I gotta stop that Rogers gal

from runnin' against me.

How you gonna do that, Boss? Once she files as a candidate

I mean, she can run, that's the law.

You know, in that dark tunnel of your head you call a brain

'there's a flickerin' night-light.'

- Oh, I apprecia... - File, o' course!

If she can't file, she can't run.

How are you gonna keep her from filin'

with Emery Potter over at the courthouse?

Oh, the night-light just went out.

We get rid of Emery Potter..

Before 6 o'clock tonight, when filin' time is over!

- Oh, that's a good idea. - Come on, let's go find 'em.

Now, this may look like the town square to most people

but for county registrar, Emery Potter and Mabel Wooster

it's been a lunchtime meeting place

for the past 12 years of their engagement.

Oh, Emery. Emery, honey

when are you and me gonna set a date to get married?

Oh, Mabel! How many years do I have to keep tellin' you?

Well, honey, just as soon as I can afford to support..

And feed you in the manner in which you are accustomed.

Emery, that moment has arrived.

Mr. Hogg, sir. What brings you here?

Conscience, my boy, conscience.

I haven't slept a wink since I realized

that I'm the one to blame for keeping you and Mabel here

'from the altar of matrimony. Ain't that right, Rosco?'

Right. You can tell by his beady little red eyes

he hasn't slept in a week.

And so, Emery, I'm going to raise your salary

in an amount to be pre-determined

by cross dividin' the cost-of-living index

by your net capital gains.

Plus, I'm giving you this cash bonus as a weddin' gift.

So, now, you just get this adorable little thing here

to a preacher and let me get some sleep.

Oh, Emery. Emery, the day has finally come!

- N-n-now, hold on here. - Oh.

Plus, I hope that you both will accept the use

of my summer cottage down at Lake Chicamahonee

for your honeymoon. Available now.

It's a very romantic place to consummate your nuptials.

Consummate, oh, Emery.

I can't..

M-Mr. Hogg, sir.

'I can't, I can't get away right now.'

I got my job as county registrar to do.

Oh, nonsense, my boy, nonsense.

I'll have Deputy Enos Strate substitute for you

while you're doin' your consummatin'.

Oh, Emery, please. Please, please, please!

- Huh? - Aha..

'Look here, Emery.'

If you two leave for Lake Chicamahonee

right this instant, I'll pay for your nuptials, too.

Hot darn! That's good enough for me.

Oh, boy, Emery. We're gonna be married!

Oh, Lake Chicamahonee, here we come!

You know, Boss, gettin' rid of the county registrar

that's a new high and lows for you.

- After you. - Yes, sir.

Howdy, ma'am.

Hey, Bo. Hi, Luke.

- Hey. - What can I do for y'all?

I'm here to file as a candidate for the office

of supervisory administrator of Hazzard County.

The name is Rogers, Thelma Claire Rogers.

Against Mr. Hogg? Well, I'll be.

Yeah, how about that? Why don't you ask Emery

to come out so we can muddle through that paperwork?

- Yeah. - Well, Emery ain't here, Luke.

He's gettin' married today in Chicamahonee.

Hallelujah, Mabel Wooster gonna nail him proper after 12 years!

- You're kiddin'. - Alright.

Well, in his absence, why don't I file my application with you?

Well, I can let you have an application, ma'am..

But I ain't got the authority to sign it.

'You mean, she can't run for office'

'unless Emery signs this dang piece of paper all by himself?'

- 'It's true, folks.' - 'That don't sound like Emery.'

Did you talk to him?

I mean, did he say why he's getting married in Chicamahonee

'instead of right here in Hazzard?'

I never seen him, Luke.

'I heard sheriff talkin' to Mr. Hogg about them'

'honeymoonin' in Mr. Hogg's cottage on the lake.'

From chapel to the cottage with no lost motion.

- Boss Hogg, don't that figure. - We better get movin'.

Yeah, we better go grind some gears.

- Wait a minute! - Bye, y'all.

Would one of you Duke boys kindly tell me

where we're going now?

You, me, and Bo better get over to Chicamahonee

with that application and get it signed.

'Let's do it.'

Bye, Enos.

So the boys cooked hell-for-leather

gettin' to Chicamahonee.

And Rosco burnt the same hell-for-leather

gettin' over to Boss with the news.

You know, I can't afford to lose this election.

And I'm talking about the financial loss.

- Oh. - Itty-bitty or no.

I just gotta look me up all them nitpicking duties

of supervisory administrator.

Well, that's a good idea.

- Got 'em here some place. - That's old. That's..

Here we are. What did I tell you?

Look at that.

County air-pollution controller means money.

Money.

County sanitation advisor, money.

County earthquake consultant, county cemetery coordinator

county probation officer, all mean money!

All money.

Did I say county probation officer?

- Yeah, you said... - Shut up, I did!

And I never knew it.

It's probably because it doesn't pay no money.

Probably because it doesn't pay no money.

- Yeah. - Rosco, this is it.

This how I'm gonna take care of them Duke boys.

Oh, that's great, that's great.

Aside from the regular probation officer

they should've been reportin' to the Hazzard County

probation officer.

- Namely, you. - Namely, me.

- But they forgot. - But they forgot.

Now, most everybody in Hazzard County

loves getting married in the rustic setting of Chicamahonee.

And that includes the reluctant and the eager.

To unite these here two people in the holy bonds of matrimony.

- Help me, guys. - Sure.

There you go.

Come on, we gotta hurry y'all.'

No, no, no.

Uh, you people will all just have to wait your turn.

I've got a christenin' and three more weddings

following this. To be followed by a...

Excuse us, preacher, uh, Mabel, and the Lord.

We just need Emery here for just a second.

It's urgent business.

- What can I do for you? - It won't take but a second.

This here lady is Thelma Claire Rogers.

'She's running against Boss Hogg'

'as supervising administrator of Hazzard County.'

Right, and you being registrar and all, I need your signature

on this piece of paper to make me eligible to run.

Oh ho ho, well, that ain't no problem.

Go ahead.

Let's get out. Oh, excuse me.

What the problem is, is my signature on that thing

ain't legal and bindin' without the great seal

'of Hazzard County stamped on it.'

- And where is that? - Back in Hazzard.

Look, could we please get on with the ceremony here?

'I'm sorry, Mabel.'

We're gonna have to take Emery back to Hazzard by 6 o'clock.

Mabel, we promise to get him right back.

My schedule is very tight.

And if it ain't now, I can't marry you two or four

'Thursday, uh, late afternoon.'

Please, Mr. Potter. It's almost time for my deadline.

Yeah.

- Sorry, Mabel. - Huh?

But it's my sworn duty.

Oh, Emery. Listen, you put us down for Thursday noon

'because we are gonna be back.'

- Thanks, Mabel. - Come on, Emery. Come on.

- 'Thanks, Mabel.' - Oh, Emery.

Now, you wait for me, honey.

Come on, sweetheart. Emery, wait!

Those boys, they drive like maniacs.

Hang on.

Now, the time between Chicamahonee and Hazzard

is 21 minutes as the crow flies.

- You alright, Emery? - Uh-huh.

Ain't nobody knows how long it takes

as the General Lee flies.

A new Hazzard open road time of 16 minutes, 32 seconds

and counting down to 6 o'clock.

Come along, Emery.

I don't wanna have to tangle with me.

Let's go, come on.

Enos, the county seal! Quick!

- 'Enos!' - 'We got ten seconds left.'

Hurry!

- Phew! - Yaa-hoo!

- Alright! - Ha ha!

T.C., you are now officially a candidate

for the supervisory administrator of Hazzard County.

Oh, and a candidate couldn't ask for two better

'campaign managers.'

- Oh. - A-ha!

Well, it's gonna be hard to campaign

in a little tiny jail cell, isn't it?

'Cause I'm arresting you for violating your probation.

Alright, hand's up.

I swear old Rosco would raid an orphanage Christmas party.

Now, Rosco, the last we heard, our probation officer

had been transferred. We was never assigned a new one.

How come you never told us it was... it was Boss?

Eight will get you ten, he never knew.

Hush!

Now, sheriff, don't you think under the circumstances that

these two boys could be released under their own recognizance?

Well, they recognize each other, ma'am.

They've been cousins for years.

Alright, let's move out. Move out.

We ain't going nowhere till you read us our rights.

Oh, Bo, I've read those rights to you a hundred times.

I'm sick of reading those rights to you.

Don't you threaten me.

Alright..

Now!

Tell Uncle Jesse still site four.

Freeze! Freeze!

- Let's hit it, cousin. - You got it.

You, you dumb dipstick, you're obstructing justice!

Freeze! Just...

Enos, this is Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane.

You got your ears on? Come on.

Hi, there.

'Enos, you got your ears on? Come on.'

I'm right here, sheriff.

Listen, I was going over to the Busy Bee Cafe for lunch.

'You want to bring you a corn dog?'

I'm going to corn your dog, you turnip.

The Duke boys have just escaped on 104 now.

I want you to go down to Harvey Mills Crossin'

'and head 'em off. You got that?'

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

I'm gone.

♪ The Busy Bee Cafe corn dog ♪♪

I got it blocked up ahead for you, sheriff.

Here they come, sheriff.

Dang!

Here comes Rosco.

Alright!

Hey, you gotta hand it to Rosco

at least, he's predictable.

Yeah, well, let's go see Uncle Jesse, alright?

You got it.

'You want me to keep looking for 'em or you wanna go eat?'

No, Enos, just forget it. Do you hear? Just forget it!

Yes, sir, this here is Enos. Forgettin' it.

Over and out.

You boys knew when you got your probation

that you were supposed to report to your Hazzard County

probation officer every once in a while.

'Now, isn't that true?'

- Yes, sir, we did. - Then why didn't you?

Because they never told us who the dang guy was.

Watch your language.

Yes, sir.

Well, I guess you know who it is now.

When it comes to nailin' us

Boss is getting to be a master at splittin' hair.

You know, maybe I shouldn't run against Boss.

That's exactly what he wants you to think.

I even tried to buy some time at W-H-O-G-G.

Boss Hogg's radio station?

I know. Needless to say, he refused me equal time

till the day after the elections.

'You know, it just doesn't pay to fight the system sometimes.'

Oh, it pays, young lady.

Indeed, it does.

Why, I've been fighting the system all of my life.

Now it's time for you young'uns to take over and fight it.

'Why, if you don't love something enough'

'to keep it healthy and honest and clean'

well, then, it's time to give up and move on.

You see that there?

That there is good Hazzard County dirt

and we love it. And that's why we fight the system.

And your daddy loved it, and that's why he fought.

And if you love it, then you gotta fight.

'I got an idea.'

Just meet me and Bo over at Cooter's garage in an hour.

Christmas is coming early to Hazzard County this year.

- Ah, come on. - I guess.

- Put it up right there. - Okay.

Oh.

Rosco, you hammer like you run your office.

You always miss it.

Now them Duke boys are missing.

I want 'em in jail, you hear?

Not out there, helping that female run against me.

Don't you worry about it, Boss.

I'm gonna catch 'em Dukes. I'm gonna nail 'em.

Oh, you better, or I'll nail you to that tree.

- Oh. - And I won't miss!

Oh. Oh.

Little fat..

Oh, grabber.. I'm just..

Hey, Cooter.

- Cooter, come here! - Come here.

We gotta talk to you.

What's up?

You know, there's election coming up, don't you?

- Hunh-uh. - Well, now you do.

You know that that means that Boss Hogg's gonna be

in this courtyard giving that same old dull speech.

You remember Thelma Claire Rogers?

She growed up and she's running agin him.

Alright.

She got the same right to express herself as he does.

- Right on. - That's right.

We also figure since you got the equipment we need..

- You got it. - Alright.

But the main thing Cooter had that they needed

was a flat-out, purity, old, country, shade tree genius

for things mechanical.

That's righteous.

Now, the next thing I got in mind works on the C.B.

See, we're gonna have to run some..

That ol' boy's nearly as laid-back

as Willie what's-his-name.

Yaa-hoo!

In Hazzard, that's the sound of genius.

Ladies and gentleman, and voters of Hazzard County.

If you all want to, you can come down here a bit closer

'if you want. You wanna come on down here?'

I don't think they hear me.

Well, they would if you used the mic.

Oh, oh, yeah. Yeah, I just..

Testing, one, two, three. It's workin'.

Uh, citizens of Hazzard County, uh, I guess you all know me.

I'm Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane.

And you also know what I stand for.

- Funny, just... - Hold it, hold it, dodo.

Don't lose me votes, just introduce me.

Just a second now.

With no further ado, that's French

uh, I-I..

I want to introduce the present and the future..

Eh, supervisory administrator

the Honorable Jefferson Davis Hogg.

Thank you. Thank you, thank you.

My fellow citizens of Hazzard County

you all know me well.

- Just a second. - '...who's lived amongst you.'

Right about..

Alright, let's do it. Come on.

'...urges you to exercise your God-given right to vote.'

And to vote for... 'Thelma Claire Rogers.'

That's right, folks. Vote for Thelma Claire Rogers.

'If you want honesty in local government'

vote for Thelma Claire Rogers.

- Uh, now, friends.. - Vote for Thelma Claire Rogers.

Now friends, just pay no mind to that upstart female.

- 'Vote for Thelma Claire..' - Pay no attention to her.

A vote for Thelma Claire Rogers will return

'the office of supervisory administrator, once again'

into a position, of integrity and trust.

Pay no mind to that upstart female over there.

Don't pay no attention. Hush out there, hush!

Pasture pie, them Duke boys are back. Go get 'em.

- Oh, uh, will you just... - Just don't stand there, go!

I'm gone.

Hush up! Hush!

Freeze!

'Fellow citizens. Fellow citizens.'

They did it this time, this time they're gonna pay for it.

I just want to say that my only wish is to serve you all.

So that I can...

Manipulate your taxes into a private fund

'that serves no purpose other than to fill his fat pockets.'

Lies! Lies!

'Lies! Honest, my fellow citizens, lies!'

I urge you to vote for me, J.D. Hogg

and I will be eternally grateful to you

from the bottom of my heart.

'Rosco!'

Oh, uh, oh, oh, oh.

My friends, I have been in this office for 15 years

'and I want to ask you..'

'...so that I can repay you for your kindness..'

by serving you well.

'Pay no mind to that upstart female.'

'I urge you to vote for me, J.D. Hoggs'

who has served you faithfully for 15 years

'and I will see that I will return your great kindness'

'by serving you well in the coming days.'

Rosco, go get 'em!

Go get 'em! Get 'em! Get!

That ain't bad for a day's work. Let's get out of here.

Enos, this is your commanding officer and leader

Rosco P. Coltrane calling ya.

'Listen, the Duke boys are heading out 122'

and I'm hot on their tail. I want you to circle

around Prescott, that's Presquat

uh, Pres... uh, the crossroads.

'Circle around there and head 'em off.'

'You know where I mean.'

'Enos, will you get out of my way?'

'Move it over there so I can get by.'

'Your gravel's scuffin' my car now.'

'I'm serious, now.'

'Enos, you're not paying no attention.'

'He's turnin'! He's turnin'!'

Enos!

Enos, now you done messed up.

Will you let me get in front? I'm your leader.

Enos, what are you doin'?

Enos, this is your superior officer talking!

Now, you just pull over and let me pass.

Enos! Can't you hear me?

I swear I'll get Dr. Pettibone to clean your ears out.

'You're making me seasick here.'

'Will you get out of the way? I am your superior officer.'

Let me by. Let me by.

Now I'll show him how to really drive.

'I love it. I love it. Ghke, ghke!'

'Reckon we got a choice?'

- Nope. - I was afraid you'd say that.

I thought dip meant down.

- Did you see that, sheriff? - 'No, Enos. I didn't see it.'

I was drivin' with my eyes closed and sneakin' a snooze

you dipstick.

- Phew, you alright back there? - Fine.

- Let him try that. - That did it.

Now remember, T.C. still ain't won the election.

The Dukes will have to build a fire

under a lot more folks to win it.

So the next day, Luke put the second part

of his campaign plan to work.

Well, that oughta 'bout do it.

Now what?

- Back towards town. - Oh, what about Rosco?

I said towards town, not to town.

I figure anywhere is within a ten-mile radius ought to do it.

I don't understand this.

Cooter hooked up our C.B. so it'd be on the same

radio frequency as the radio station in town.

All you gotta do is talk into that microphone.

'You'd be broadcasted all over Hazzard County.'

There you go.

I can't do this, fellas.

It's against FCC regulations. I would be breaking the law.

Boss broke the law by refusing you equal time, didn't he?

That's right.

Now would you please get in the car?

Here you go. Ready?

And now, ladies and gentlemen, direct from his office

in the city hall..

Your next supervisory administrator

the Honorable Jefferson Davis Hogg.

Eh, my.. Eh, oh-oh..

Yeah.

Eh, my fellow citizens of Hazzard County

'I'm callin' upon you all to vote in the comin' election'

'for a hardworkin', honorable man'

'who's earned your trust. Namely, me.'

Modest, ain't he?

Yeah, and I thought he made it on his good looks.

- Ha ha. - That takes gall, honey.

And friends, as most of you listenin' out there know

I just happen to hold most of the mortgages

on your farms and property.

'Uh, not to mention the notes on your bank loans.'

'But of course, I'm not the kind of man'

'who would try to influence your vote.'

It's all yours, T.C. Do it to it.

But today, I will promise you one thing...

'Higher taxes and bank rates, and a secret set of books.'

'This is Thelma Claire Rogers, folks.'

I'm not promising you the same pack of lies

that Boss Hogg has been feeding you.

What I am promising you is to see that your tax money

'is used for the purpose it was intended.'

'That's for better schools'

'better roads, better social services.'

'All the things that Boss Hogg has ignored in favor..'

Yaa-hoo! Ha ha ha.

'And Boss Hogg, if you're listening'

'I want you to know that if I'm elected'

'I intend to..'

Cut her off! Cut her off!

Cut the whole station off! I own it.

Cut it off! Cut it off!

That's right, Boss Hogg, a complete federal audit

'of your books.'

I guess you're off the air.

But I think you got in some pretty good shots, anyway.

On election day, all the polls in Hazzard County are located

in one place, the Boars Nest.

Next.

Howdy.

Oh-h, honeybun. Uh, here, here's your ballot.

Now, you never mind my ballot, Emery Potter.

You just remember your solemn promise as a registrar that

you and me is gettin' married today after the polls close.

Well, ye-yes, sugar, but you see...

But nothin'. Now, after I vote

I'm gonna be waitin' right over there with my bags packed.

Well, it sure looks on the up-and-up.

Yeah, I know, but elections in Hazzard County

don't always stay in the up-and-up.

Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm worried about Bo and Luke.

If I can't arrest 'em for violation of probation

then-then I think I'll scare 'em out of town.

- Scare 'em? - Yeah.

Rosco, you proved you couldn't scare a crow.

Now you just let me handle the winnin' of this election my way.

Plan A, synchronize our watches.

Oh, I like..

The time is exactly two minutes to 6:00.

I've got two minutes till 5:00.

Oh! I said two minutes to 6:00, dodo.

Plan B depends on our closin' the election

one hour ahead of time.

- Got it? - I got it.

Meanwhile, the boys knew that Boss Hoggs

still had more tricks than Houdini's trunk.

- Howdy, Emery. - Hi, Enos.

Now, who do you dispose that is?

Hey, Mr. Hogg.

Hi, sheriff - Hey, Enos.

I'm fixin' to vote.

- Oh, Enos, think pig. - 'Yes, sir. He he.'

Yes, sir. He he. Excuse me.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen, my name is Wheeler.

- This here is Mr. Peters. - Howdy.

We're the state election board and have been assigned

'to transport the ballot box to Hazzard County Courthouse.'

You have 30 seconds before the polls close.

Hey!

This is ridiculous, we still have an hour.

Yeah, it's not even 5 o'clock yet.

Sorry, ladies, I have 6 o'clock.

So do I.

Rosco, what does your watch say?

Uh, well, Boss, I'm a little slow.

We all know that, but what time is it?

Oh. Uh, well, I-I got about 6 o'clock.

You know, give or take a few seconds either way.

Uh, poll's closed, ladies and gentlemen.

Uh, Mr. Peters, the ballot box.

Now, wait a minute, most people haven't even voted yet.

Ain't true, Daisy.

I know most everybody in these here parts.

And well, far as I can tell, they've all voted.

The election's over.

'Yeah..'

And you and me got a date with a preacher in Chicamahonee.

Grab them bags, Emery.

Bye, Emery.

Well, what with with Emery gone, looks like it's all over

but the screamin'.

Gentlemen, you now can take the ballot box

over to Hazzard County Courthouse.

'Take 'em all.'

There ain't no doubt about it.

Them two turkeys must get their watches from Boss for Christmas.

I ain't sure what's up, but we won't find out by losing 'em.

- Come on, buddy. - Yeah, you're right.

This ain't exactly the way back

to the Hazzard County Courthouse.

Yeah, no kiddin'.

We're being followed. Lose 'em.

They spotted us.

Let 'em think they lost us. Hang a turn the other way.

It's okay now. You know where to go.

Don't figure that was too hard, Bo.

They're headed right back to the Boars Nest.

Yep.

Them boys are really swift, ain't they?

Do you get the same bad feeling about these characters

that I do?

I sure do.

Get the dummy ballots.

They're in that left-hand drawer there.

- They're changing them ballots. - Well, not if we don't let 'em.

- You ready? - Yeah.

- Let's do this. - Go!

Better look out, Bo.

I don't think he's fixing to use that stool to sit on.

Get up.

- Let's get out of here, Bo. - Yeah.

Hey, Boss man, we done it.

- We done it. - Yeah.

And you know, Rosco, when the votes are counted

and I mean, thevotes are counted

I just got me the strange feelin'

that I'll get re-elected unanimously.

Boss, I don't even think it's gonna be that close.

Have you ever considered re-admission to the first grade?

This is Wheeler calling Boss Hogg.

J.D. Hogg here. What's holding you boys up?

I thought you'd be here by now, over.

We're chasing two good ol' boys down Highway 102.

'They grabbed the ballot box and hightailed it.'

Did one of them have yellow hair, the other dark, over?

- Yeah, they're the ones. - Oh!

Well, you get 'em and get that box!

- 'Right.' - That was Bo and Luke Duke.

Well, of course, it was Bo and Luke Duke.

Now you go and follow them, get 'em arrested

and get me that ballot box back!

I'm gone.

Gee.. Aah!

I ain't about to get myself whooped again

for the small change that we've been paid.

We done all we're gonna do for Boss Hogg.

- Right. - Let's cut.

You bet.

Well, looks like we just lost 'em two flunkies of Boss, eh?

- Looks that way. - Huh.

The ballot!

Here they are.

- Listen... - Start countin' because..

We ain't got no time to explain..

Rosco's behind us. We've gotta.. Thank you.

Wait now, wait. Hold it!

- What? - You haven't voted yet.

- Alright, come on. - Alright.

Alright, you Dukes, I just..

- Gee-gee-gee-gee. - Where? Huh? Ooh.

Ooh, ooh..

Just a normal everyday happenin' in Hazzard County, T.C.

What?

Well, the dang car's flooded. What're we gonna do now?

'Cooter!'

♪ Movin' them cotton ball.. ♪♪

Nice mornin'. We'll have to borrow your truck.

Oh, sure. Yeah.

You'll get it back when we lose Rosco.

Ah, okay. Yeah, y'all knock yourself out.

- Come on, Bo. - Hey, do me a favor.

Put a couple of dollars worth of gas in there.

- You got it. - That's a big 10-4, Cooter.

Ah!

Well, I'll be ding-danged.

Well, Enos, what is it?

- How many did I win by? - It's a tie, Mr. Hogg.

'A tie.'

A tie?

Well, what the devil do I want with a tie?

Well, J.D., it proves one thing, at least half of the people

in this county ain't afraid to vote agin you.

Yeah, that's right

but I wish just one more had felt that way.

Well, according to this here ledger, there is one more vote

that ain't accounted for.

- Who's that? - Emery Potter.

Emery Potter? Emery Po..

Emery Potter forgot to vote.

Hello, out there. You boys out there somewhere?

'This is your Uncle Jesse.'

We're right here, Uncle Jesse.

And I'm hot on their tail. I'm comin', I'm comin'.

- How'd the vote go? - It was a tie.

It was a tie. Emery Potter forgot to vote.

You boys remember where he's gettin' married, don't you?

Uh, yeah, he must be over at Chicamahonee.

Alright.

Now, since the Boss's watch was an hour fast

'you've got exactly 40 minutes to get Potter over here'

and if he can vote, we might have ourselves

a new supervisory administrator. Ha ha ha.

There you go, J.D.

Rosco, if you can hear me, make sure you get to Emery first

and make sure that he knows who to vote for.

- Or else you can kiss... - Your badge goodbye.

That too.

Just what I thought.

That little, fat, white mushroom.

Ooh, ooh.

Ooh.

'Hush!'

Once again, we are gathered here in the sight of the Lord.

Ah, hey, again.

We've got to take you back to Hazzard again.

The election's a tie, and you forgot to vote.

You can't have him.

Would you please consider inviting these here two

'off of your guest list?'

The election's a tie?

And the polls close in 20 minutes.

Emery, your vote makes you the most important man

in Hazzard County.

- It does? - Yes, sir.

- It does, don't it? - Emery, don't listen to 'em.

Come on, Emery, we ain't got much time.

Emery, you can't leave me at the altar again.

Huh?

Now, sugar lumps, we can do this later.

Right now, Hazzard County needs my vote.

My schedule simply will not tolerate another postponement.

But preacher, may..

Alright.

Does anyone here..

Judas Priest.. Sorry, preacher.

Let him speak up now or forever hold his peace.

Bo, we only got six minutes left. Get after it!

But if I go any faster, I don't think y'all can hold on.

You heard what the preacher said, now hold your peace.

- Yes. - Go on, preacher.

Do you, Emery Potter, take this here

'woman to be your lawful wedded wife?'

To love, honor, cherish and obey until death do you part?

- I.. - Emery?

Uh, ah-ha.. Yeah, I-I-I do.

- And do you, uh.. - Mable Wooster.

May the Lord give you a large family, many children

and I now pronounce you man and wife.

Emery!

We got-we got no time for that, Emery.

Come on, Emery.

Emery!

- Come on.. - I'm with him.

There you go.

Here he is. Give him the ballot.

You've got 30 seconds, Emery, make your "X" fast.

Yeah.

Now, vote your conscience, Emery.

Vote your job.

Oh.

You got ten seconds, Emery.

Alright, you Duke boys, I got you!

Five seconds, Emery, do somethin'.

Here's my vote.

I'll look at that, give it to me.

Well, what do you know, we got ourselves

a new supervisor, Thelma Claire Rogers.

- Ha ha ha. - Alright!

- Put that in the book. - Congratulations, honey.

Rosco!

- Golly. - Quit that, just quit.

Emery, you know the penalty for treason, don't you?

I'll tell you.

It means you can consummate your nuptials

on the unemployment line.

You are fired.

No, no, no, Mr. Hogg, I'm afraid that the office

of county registrar falls under my jurisdiction.

And Emery stays.

Well, that very well maybe, but at least I'm gonna arrest

the Duke boys for violatin' their probation.

- Come on, come on. - Stop harassing.

Unh-uh, unh-uh.

As the boys new probation officer

I'll take full responsibility for them

until their case is reviewed.

- Yep. - Well, you just.. You just..

You know something, J.D.?

You might have won this election, except for one thing

Rosco P. Coltrane forgot to vote.

He what?

It was just a little oversight there.

Listen, I would-I would vote, but..

- You forgot to vote, cow chip! - But I was busy.

Kachow!

Well, let's hear it for our new supervisor.

No, no, no, no, wait, wait, wait a minute.

Let's hear it for my hero, Emery Potter.

Oh.

Oh, and better luck next time, honey.

Bye, Emery.

That's the Hazzard tale about the time Boss Hogg

lost an honest election.

And how Bo and Luke found out that T.C. wasn't about

to celebrate with neither one of them.

She's married.

Well, she never did tell that she wasn't..

Did she? You would've figured old Bo and Luke

would've checked up on that.

Looks like a simple case of them caught

with their checkers down.