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♪ Just the good ol' boys ♪

♪ Never meaning 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 ♪

♪ Making 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. ♪

- Eee-haw! - Eee-haw!

When Coy and Vance get a shot pickin up some chore money...

well, they grabbed it.

Jobs in Hazzard are scarcer than

a chicken with a mouth full of molars.

This is Lost Sheep to Shepherd. Lost Sheep to Shepherd.

'Uncle Jesse, this is Vance. Come back?'

- This is Shepherd. Come back. - 'We're turning for home.'

Tell Daisy to light all four burners.

We're hungrier than foxes in a hen house.

Well, there's food here, but remember

there's chores to do here too.

Even though we don't pay top dollar.

Any price for you, Uncle Jesse. We're gone.

'Enos, you gotta get your quota of tickets, and I mean now.'

Sheriff, it ain't right for me to be trying to trap somebody.

That's cheating.

Enos, it's not cheating if they're breaking the law.

'Now, didn't I just hear something go by?'

It's the Duke boys, sheriff. Hey, Coy. Hey, Vance.

That's good news, good news. And they were speeding.

- Now I want you to arrest them. - They were? How can you tell?

Enos, never mind. You just do it.

'I'll be over to the boss' house. I'm gone.'

Yes, sir, sheriff.

It's Enos.

- We can't miss Daisy's lunch? - No way.

Don't nothing inspire a Duke to move like an empty belly.

That's farmer Silas Pew.

When this day was over...

old Enos was restacking crates

for Silas till after supper.

Lost him.

What do you think about that?

I say we ain't only gonna be late for lunch

we may even miss dinner.

You wouldn't think a car that could do

what the General could would get stuck.

And while Coy and Vance looked

to free up the General...

and Enos was looking for Coy and Vance...

Y'all better not run from me, now.

Boss Hogg was looking into some very angry faces...

of bosses of the adjoining counties.

Like Boss Bowman of Choctaw County...

Boss Hopkins of Hatachapee...

and Boss Sharkey of Yreka County.

The rest of us are getting crowded, Hogg.

We need more room to operate.

Since that new state highway come in...

hijacking in my county is off 32 percent.

- My take is way off too. - And mine.

I sure am sorry to hear that, gentlemen.

But just what exactly does all this have to do with me?

That new state highway goes through your territory...

and bypasses ours, knocking us out

of a big chunk of our action.

Oh, it does? My, oh, my. Ain't that a shame.

You're being a hog, Hogg. Just like with them vittles.

- We want a new deal. - Oh, you do?

- We do. - We do.

You give us a piece of your Hazzard county action...

and we'll all be even-steven again.

Yeah? Well, it'll be a cold day in July

before I give up a cut of my county.

- You tell them, Boss. - I'm telling them.

He's telling you.

Anybody tries to muscle in on my territory...

is gonna have to do it over my dead body.

This meeting's adjourned.

Now, friends, Boss just sassed some mighty big heavyweights.

And we ain't talking about what they did with a fork.

Rosco, don't ever let me do that again.

Boss, listen. I never thought Id' ever hear anybody

tell those three toughs off.

Yeah, well, I'm still shaking inside like a bowl of jelly.

Are you kidding? Here, let me help you stop shaking.

Would you get your hands off of me, please?

- But I was good, wasn't I? - You were great.

- I sure put them in their place. - In their place.

Now, them three bosses were mighty put out.

But not exactly surprised at Boss Hogg's reaction.

They planned a meeting amongst themselves...

just in case Boss did what he did.

We'll take a shortcut through the Hadley farm.

- We'll be home in 10 minutes. - You got it.

Vance, pull up.

That's a mighty fancy car to be trespassing on condemned land.

- Got any idea who it belongs to? - Nope.

Curious to find out?

I'm a Duke, ain't I?

Friends, if there's one thing a Duke is, it's curious.

Now, what these fellers are discussing right now

is Boss Hogg's future.

Which they seem determined to shorten.

We asked Hogg real nice to do right by us, didn't we?

- Right. - Right.

- And he turned us down cold. - Right.

'He's been running that county too long.'

'So we gotta figure out a way'

'to arrange it to our benefit.'

Well, if he ain't gonna listen to reason...

we got no choice but to take over Hazzard ourselves.

Well, Hogg will never stand still for that, Sharkey.

- Oh, boy. - Who is it?

It's Boss Sharkey of Yreka County.

Hogg won't be around to stand still for it, Bowman.

Fact is, he won't be standing.

He'll be laying down, six feet under.

- You alright, Coy? - Yeah.

Any idea who them boys are?

Might be working for Hogg, tailing us.

Don't worry. They won't live long enough to tell if they did.

Norton, Janco, get them.

Poor old Silas.

It was a bad day in Hazzard for stacking crops.

Oh, not again.

'Damn.'

They sure mean business.

Wonder why they wanna do in Boss Hogg.

What about us?

I can't die. I got a hot date tonight.

Lost Sheep to Shepherd. Come in, Shepherd.

We got us a problem.

This is Shepherd. Was that a gunshot?

That's the problem, Uncle Jesse.

Well, Vance, real quick, filled in Jesse and Daisy...

about him and Coy hearing the plot to kill Boss.

And them, for overhearing about it.

Where are you?

About two miles from Wilton Corners.

Those turkeys chasing us are shooting up a storm.

- You better call Rosco. - No, we ain't got time for that.

We're on our way.

Coming up on Wilton Corners.

Uncle Jesse, can't you go any faster?

There they are. Here's where we play possum.

Where did that dumb farmer come from?

- Are they getting mad. - They're getting mad.

- Get around him. - I can't.

- The road's too narrow. - Run them off it.

What? Hang on to something, Daisy.

Stop. They're running Uncle Jesse and Daisy off the road.

That's it.

Dang. Now, I really hate it when they leave

Jesse and Daisy in trouble.

That'll take care of them for a while.

We taught our uncle everything he knows.

That takes care of that. Let's get on...

With them fellas left behind spinning their wheels...

all the Dukes raced to Hazzard to warn old Boss.

Now, ain't that a switch?

If them boys was working for Hogg...

then what we're doing here ain't no secret.

So you better get rid of Hogg any way you can.

- And fast. - Yes, sir.

Now, being Saturday, the bank was closed.

So they figured Boss would be at home.

Something tells me we shouldn't come here again.

What are you Dukes doing here on my property?

Now, just scat. Before I have you hauled in for trespassing.

You gotta listen. Your life's in danger.

It's true. Coy and me heard Sharkey say something...

- putting you six feet under. - Oh, Boss Sharkey.

Now I get it. Boss Sharkey has got you Dukes working for him...

so that he can try to scare me into giving in.

- You can just forget about it. - J.D., J.D.

Start using your head for something besides a hat rack?

Now, these boys are telling you the truth.

They wouldn't lie about something like life and death.

- Even yours. - They risked their own lives...

- to come here and warn you. - You know, that's good.

That's real good.

That's a great little act.

But it didn't work. Now, will you just clear off.

Because I gotta get me some warming up for my jogging.

The way old Boss eats, he'll have to run

to Miami to work off breakfast.

Two, one, two, one...

- It's them guys we was chasing. - And that old pickup.

They must have warned Hogg. Get him.

Boss, look out.

- Are you okay? - You're right.

You Dukes are right. Somebody's trying to kill me.

- Save me. - See? I told you.

Save me, save me. Help me.

Quick.

I'm stuck. I'm stuck.

I'm stuck.

You better cut down on them potatoes.

Goddamn it.

Damn. Blast it, you...!

They're gonna shoot me. Do you hear?

- I'll probably get killed. - Nobody's going to get killed.

That's easy for you to say.

Skinny boy like you, you ain't such a big target as I am.

You call yourself a deputy? You know what I call you?

- Dipstick? - 'That's right.'

Ever since Cletus went on vacation

you haven't written one eeny-teeny...

little speeding ticket in the last three days.

- All are good about obeying law. - I don't wanna hear that.

I wanna hear a speeding ticket.

I want to hear the clang of money...

Know what that is?

That's the General Lee, and it's heading this way.

Right into a $25 speeding ticket.

How can you tell the speed just from the sound? I can't tell.

Because I'm your superior.

That's why I can hear sounds like it.

Come on.

Would you come on?

I love it, I love it. Police work's my life. Come on.

Dang it. First it was that farmer, now it's the cops.

We got to hold off on hitting Hogg till we get him alone.

We lost them. When they saw Rosco and Enos...

they took off like a big gooney bird.

Rosco? Did you say Rosco and Enos?

- Where did they come from? - Makes no never mind, Boss.

What counts is they finally showed up at the right time.

Alright, Enos.

Get out that ticket book and start writing.

- Two tickets. - Two tickets?

- That's it. - Who's the other one for?

For you, you dipstick. For scuffing my vehicle.

You dip... Do it!

- Sheriff, it ain't hurt much. - Will you hush?

Rocky road.

Alright, you two jokers. I got you. I love it, I love it.

I've got you for speeding and for scuffing two vehicles and...

- And for saving my life. - Saving his...?

- Boss. - Yeah.

It's something you should have done.

If you'd have been where you might have been.

Which you wasn't. These Dukes were.

- I wasn't there. - They were.

And while Boss was bringing Rosco up to date...

Boss Sharkey was getting filled in by his minions.

It's a cinch Hogg ain't gonna go back home...

and wait for you to try a second time.

He's gonna hole up somewhere.

Find the orange car with the flag on top, boys.

And it will lead you to Hogg.

Coming out of there is no picnic.

Don't you worry your fat little bald head, Boss.

Enos and I is gonna take you home. We'll protect you.

- Yes, siree. Count on us. - Yeah?

Counting on you two adds up to a big fat zero.

If you had a brain between you, you'd know that my home

is the first place they came looking for me.

Boss is right.

He needs a hideout till he makes peace with those guys.

I need a hideout.

And I know the perfect place.

- Where's that? - Your place. The Duke farm.

- Wrong again. - No way, Boss.

You'll be asking Uncle and Daisy to put their necks on the line.

See, Vance Duke. You gotta take me with you. You saved my life.

Now it's your responsibility. Ain't that true?

That's right. I saw it in a picture show one time.

Besides, your Uncle Jesse wants you to help me.

Because that's the way he brought you up, didn't he?

You sure know all the right words to say, Boss.

- We'll take you to the farm. - Good, good.

I'll tell Daisy and Uncle what's going on.

Come on, let's go.

- No. No, you don't. Don't. - Get in there.

Coy reached Uncle Jesse and Daisy over at Cooter's...

where the pickup was getting first aid.

He told them about taking Boss to the farm for safekeeping.

Jesse told the boys that they was doing the right thing.

And before long, the Dukes was home with their houseguest...

Boss Hogg. Plus Enos and Rosco...

who were assigned as Boss' personal bodyguards.

Rosco!

What are you doing there? I'm over here.

We were taking five steps, then you were... You took four...

- and might put me... - Alright. Don't confuse me.

Come here. Come here.

All I know is that with you in here, and Enos out there...

I need you to protect me.

And keep your bodies between me and any men that Boss Sharkey...

decides to send here to get me.

- Got that? Alright. - I got that.

- Stay close. - Don't you worry about it.

You're snug as a little fat bug in a rug.

- Let's turn. - Turn, is it?

Meanwhile, the Dukes was having their own family council.

The way I see it...

what we got here between J.D. Hogg and them other fellows...

is an old-fashioned range war.

A lot of innocent people in Hazzard could get hurt.

That's been the dumbest part of any war, babe.

If there was a way to get Sharkey and his men

to call off this mess.

Won't happen unless Boss gives him most of Hazzard.

- He ain't gonna do that. - There must be a way for Boss.

Bad as he is, he's an angel compared to them others.

I never thought we'd be in Boss' corner.

The only corner to be in, Coy

is when somebody's life's at stake.

Trouble was, it wasn't only Boss' life on the line.

It didn't take long for them fellas...

to track down where the General Lee lived.

We don't wanna miss this time.

We don't wanna leave any witnesses behind neither.

What we gotta do is get them all out of that house.

- How do you figure we do that? - Why don't we smoke them out.

With this.

- Come on, let's have some lunch. - Oh, lunch. Lunch.

- Come on. - It'll take your mind off it.

- Would be good. Stay close. - Here we go.

Daisy, all I want is a snack. I'm too nervous to eat regular.

- Nothing fancy now. - Okay.

Maybe a chicken or two. But itty-bitty ones, of course.

- Make yourself at home, J.D. - Thank you, Jesse.

Rosco, you stay close to me, you hear?

Listen, Boss, you can just relax...

because Sharkey and his men can't get near you.

Not with Enos outside, and me right next to you.

Oh, yeah? Sharkey can get to anybody he wants.

While we're talking, he could be digging a tunnel

under this house to get me.

And if that's too much trouble...

he might just parachute a man down on me.

Sure are letting your mind get carried away with you, Boss.

Next thing you'll worry about is the food will be poisoned.

Poison, poison, poison.

Yeah, it could be. It could be.

Maybe you Dukes are working for Boss Sharkey after all.

J.D., have you gone plum locoout of your mind?

Well, it could be, anyhow. You know that?

Even if it ain't true...

Sharkey could've got to them chickens before you got them.

Here, Rosco, you taste it and see.

I ain't gonna eat that. I ain't hungry.

- Taste it. I'm your superior. - No, no.

- You feel queasy? - You ought to be ashamed...

for thinking such a thing about us.

I didn't know what I was thinking.

But I'm sorry. May I have the chicken back now?

J.D., can't you get it through your mind...

that all we're trying to do here is save your life?

'Now, we don't like your ways none.'

But we'd sure rather have you in Hazzard County...

than that Sharkey fellow.

Well, I understand, Jesse, and believe me, I'm grateful.

And all I gotta say is, I need some more chicken.

- And me too. - No. You had your chance.

You should've ate it when I thought it was poisoned.

-'What's that?' -'Look over there.'

-'What is that smoke?' -'Smoke bomb. On the floor.'

They'll be coming. Get ready.

I can't see it.

Y'all wanna bet old Boss tries to finish the chicken

before he leaves?

Freeze. Drop those guns.

Over here, Daisy.

Everybody stay together.

'I can't see.'

Are you okay?

Except for this clumsy dipstick getting in my way...

and almost blowing my head, and then trying to drown me.

Mr. Hogg, I wouldn't let you drown.

I just passed my junior lifesaving course last month.

Hey, those are the fellas that tried to run us down.

Alright, Enos. Come on.

- Come on. - Halt, halt.

'I said halt.'

'You ain't going no place. You're staying here by me.'

You gotta protect me. Sharkey may have other men around here.

Mr. Hogg, them fellas the Duke boys are chasing...

- they got guns. - They might shoot somebody.

Yeah, maybe me!

Never mind them Duke boys. I'm the one who pays you, ain't I?

Then you stay right here, and you guard me with your bodies.

Come on. Into the house. Into the house.

- Uncle Jesse, he can't do that. - J.D., J.D.

Them boys saved your life. Doesn't that mean anything?

Well, of course it does. I don't want no one hurt today.

Including me first, in that order.

Boss, you gotta be the most selfish man in the whole world.

Well, sticks and stones can break my bones, but names?

Uncle Jesse, we gotta do something.

Easy, Daisy. Let's just get on the CB...

and tell the boys that the rats has done left the ship.

- Alright. - Listen, those guys...

gonna break more than your bones if you don't get in.

Come on.

Wait on me. I'm your superior officer.

'Will you get in here?'

Rosco and Enos sure are taking their sweet time backing us up.

Where the heck are they?

Shepherd to Lost Sheep, you boys out there?

Uncle Jesse, what happened to Rosco and Enos?

They're still here. And it looks like they're gonna stay here.

'If they start shooting at you'

'you're up the creek without a paddle.'

- What do you mean, "if"? - Turn the General around.

There's a better way to save Boss than us being targets.

- How's that? - Hang a 180, you'll see.

Let them go. Them smokies is probably right behind us...

and I don't wanna mess with them.

Dang if you ain't right again, cuz. They're leaving us be.

Now, let's head back to the farm.

Rosco, is J.D. just gonna stay in there for...

Okay, guys. What's the big idea

leaving Vance and me to catch them dudes?

They could've killed us, thank you.

It wasn't our fault. We wanted to help...

Boys, J.D. made them stay here.

Boss, it's Rosco. Come on out now.

It's just the Duke boys that come in.

The Duke boys?

Don't tell me you let Sharkey's men get away.

- Dang right, they got away. - I told you not to tell me.

What am I gonna do now? They won't stop until they kill me.

I think I got us a way to get...

Boss Sharkey and his friends off your back for good.

- How? - All you do is, get proof...

- of their illegal activities. - Proof?

And then take it up to the state police in Capitol City.

- State police? - They'll arrest Sharkey's men.

And you? You'll live to be 100.

Boss Sharkey and his friends will turn state's evidence

and squeal on me.

Not that I have anything to hide...

- they could make up things. - Yeah, yeah, you see...

Don't worry about proof, we already got that hid anyway.

- Rosco. - If we had anything to hide.

If you don't do something, they're gonna kill you.

Alright. How are we gonna get all this proof?

Vance's idea for Boss to get the goods

on all the other bosses...

was slicker than lard on a doorknob.

That's a wonderful idea.

You do this right for me, boys, and I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll drop your next three tickets for moving violations.

- Three? - No use looking at us, Boss.

Something you folks have to work out on your own.

- That's right. - Now, wait a minute.

You boys have to help me on this.

I mean, Rosco, Enos here...

They don't know about technical things.

Jesse, Jesse, please. Make your boys do this thing for me.

Like you said before, you sure don't want Boss Sharkey...

taking over Hazzard, do you?

Well, J.D.'s got a point there, boys.

I guess we've decided Boss Sharkey's

a lot worse than our little Boss Hogg.

Thank you for them kind words, Daisy. I think they was kind.

Alright, boys. What do you say? You gonna help me save Hazzard?

Okay. You got it, Boss.

You better pick up that phone and call Sharkey.

That's what I'll do.

Oh, Mabel.

So Boss put in a call from the Duke farm to Boss Sharkey.

Come to your senses, Hogg. Us bosses should stick together.

I'm profoundly sorry that I was so abrupt...

with you good old boys a little while ago.

'I hope that you'd still be willing'

to discuss our differences...

say, over at my house... in about an hour.

You got it, Hogg. I'll pick up the others...

- and see you in an hour. - Alright. Bye.

- He's coming. - Oh, good.

Cut across to Hazzard County and CB the others.

We gonna pick us up a scared Hogg and a couple of Dukes.

Meanwhile, for Vance's plan to work...

it meant a quick stop at Otis Plunkett's TV store...

where they rented and put it on Boss' bill.

After all, it was his hide that they were trying to save.

Now, I ain't got any idea what they got in mind...

or how it's gonna work. If it does.

Which it might not, considering the conditions what prevails.

All the Dukes was ready according to a backup plan.

Which I don't know nothing about.

'Shepherd, this here's Lost Sheep. You in position?'

I'm here on Clear Creek Road, waiting if you need me.

- How about you, Daisy? - On Mill Road...

awaiting your pleasure, if and when.

Here's hoping we don't need either of you.

I'm sure glad you came to your senses, Hogg.

This way, we can all share in the wealth

'and nobody will get hurt.'

-'You agree?' -Yeah, yeah, I sure do.

Especially with that part about nobody getting hurt.

- Namely, you. - Namely, me.

And say now, gentlemen.

In honor of this friendly little armistice...

I'd like to drink a friendly little toast...

with all my friends, friendly-like

using some of my finest shine.

If you'll excuse me, I gotta go out back to get it.

Did you see him?

So that's the plan. Vance is gonna videotape the meeting...

hoping Boss Sharkey will say something self-incriminating.

Let's just hope they spill something incriminating.

We're all ears.

I can't hear through that thing yet.

Did they say anything yet? Did they? Did they?

Will you hush?

You're not supposed to say anything. They'll hear you!

We sure scared the pants off Hogg.

That was easier than I expected.

While Hogg is out...

let's get it straight how we gonna

divvy up Hazzard County.

Like we decided...

I'm gonna take over the hijacking operations

on the state highway.

I'm moving in my stolen-car operation.

I'll be setting up a moonshine operation.

Now, wait a minute...

Will you hush? They're hanging themselves in there.

- You did it... - And we're getting it all.

- Oh, goody. - So we're agreed?

All that's left now is for us to get rid of Hogg

and them Duke boys... '...permanently.'

Where's Hogg?

He must be cooking that shine to order.

Boss, get back in there, fast.

If you don't get back, there's gonna be trouble.

You're right about that, shamus. Big trouble.

Come on in and join the meeting. All of you.

- Move! - Yeah, I'm moving. I'm moving.

Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.

Alright. Let's go in.

- That's a pearl handle. - Let it go.

They picked up everything that was said in this room.

- You fellas ought to be ashamed. - That's right.

'You're leaders of your communities.'

You got a responsibility.

Shut up. Give me that tape.

What were you and your flunkies planning on doing with this?

I just wanted a personal memento of the occasion.

Let me guess.

Probably you was gonna take it down to the state police

in Capitol City.

- He guessed it right off. - Rosco, would you zip up?

No matter. As long as we got you all here together...

we can take care of you all here together.

Give me that sheriff's gun.

- Freeze. That's right, there. - I'll take this.

- Freeze it. - Come on, Boss. Let's go.

Got us a date with the state police.

Hold it right there. You're just messing with Rosco P. Col...

Don't you frighten me. Get up. You get over there.

- Where's the General Lee? - In Hazzard Square.

- Hazzard Square? - Start pumping, Boss.

Enos, Enos. Go on, get in the house. Help Rosco.

Yes, sir.

Enos, what are you doing in here? Just give me your cuffs.

We're gonna cuff these... I love it. Police work's my life.

Alright. Just watch and cover. Here, here. Get in here.

Enos.

- Dipstick, you dipstick. - I'm sorry, sheriff.

Shut up, all of you. Lock them in that closet.

You're supposed to say "bless you" after a body sneezes.

Do you know who you're pushing around here? I'm Rosco...

- It's dark in there. - Where are you going?

Enos...

- Wait a minute. Sheriff. - 'Alright, now.'

- I'm stuck, I'm stuck. - Hold your stomach in.

We gotta get Hogg and them Duke boys and that videotape.

There's an extra $10,000 a piece for each of you if we do it.

Ten thousand dollars? You can consider it done.

Let's go. There's only one road they can take to Capitol City.

'Alright.'

There they go. Cut cross-country.

We'll nail them about a mile up.

Relax, Boss. Rosco and the boys got them locked up for good.

Well, I hope so. They sure ain't behind us.

- Because they're in front of us. - Where?

'Holy Hannah, they got away.'

I sure hope they don't both turn in the same direction.

Can't you shake them or nothing?

It ain't easy. They got a real souped-up engine.

And the General ain't used to carrying this extra load, Boss.

Stop referring my stomach when my life's in danger.

Ain't we done this before?

Y'all remember, Jesse and Daisy...

were the reserves as part of Vance's backup plan.

Uncle Jesse, Daisy. We're on 22 off Capitol City Road...

- with trouble on our tail. - What kind of trouble?

Never mind. I just heard it. I'm on my way.

Me too. We're on our way, honey.

This is all Rosco's fault...

for letting Sharkey and his gang get away from him.

Rosco and Enos.

If Sharkey's cutthroats harm one hair on their empty heads...

He'll have trouble replacing them with somebody that simple.

As for Enos and Rosco, there was nothing wrong with them...

that a little old closet key wouldn't fix.

'Help!'

'Help!'

Enos, if the government ever saw you like this...

they'd declare you a dumb-guided missile.

We'll collect some weapons and then some criminals.

I love it. Police work is my life.

If you would say "bless you" again.

Smart kid. He ain't given us a decent shot yet.

Give me that CB.

- Plowboys, you read me? - Loud and clear.

We don't wanna kill nobody.

'All we want is that videotape.'

Now, you just toss it out your window, and we'll be on our way.

No, no. Never. They're lying. I tell you, they're lying.

They'll kill me anyway. Don't do it, boys. Don't do it.

Sorry, but this here tape's going straight

to the state police in Capitol City.

Don't make book on it.

Stop getting them mad.

Meanwhile, Rosco and Enos, Hazzard's finest...

was getting themselves into the thick of things.

This here is Rosco P. Coltrane...

calling on his little fat buddy.

Boss, you got your ears on?

Talk to him, talk to him. Find out how Enos is.

Rosco, this here's Vance Duke.

Boss Hogg is with us. How is Enos?

I'm just fine, Vance, thank you.

That's great, but we ain't. We need all the help we can get.

Coming after us. We need some of your help.

Well, Vance told Rosco and Enos...

about Boss Sharkey's boys shooting at him.

Enos and Rosco took the first shortcut to catch up.

Y'all remember Silas and his crates?

Well, Silas took a job this morning carrying pipe.

Better go back to the crates, Silas.

Meanwhile, the Dukes is playing Keep-Away with the tape.

There's Uncle Jesse.

Take it easy, boy. We can't afford to miss the connection.

Uncle Jesse, we're coming at you.

They just handed the tape off to the old man.

Turn around, after him.

That's right. You just come along with your old Uncle Jesse.

This time the girl's got it. Turn around.

Vance's plan was to take the tape...

to the Justice Department in Capitol City.

And Daisy was the last leg in the relay to get it there.

Run, Daisy. Run. I love that little girl.

- Taking aim at Daisy. - Not if I can help it.

Now friends, that's slick.

Boss Sharkey and his gang had some...

vigorous explaining to do to the authorities.

Alright, Enos. Take him away.

J.D., don't say we never did nothing.

I wanna thank you very much. Thank you for everything.

Boss Hogg knew that he had the Dukes to thank...

for saving Hazzard from a fate worse than even him...

Hold it right there, right there.

Just one pea-picking minute there.

Rosco P. Coltrane. There you go. Good. I love it, I love it.

There. Happy birthday to you.

What's this for?

That right there. See that? See that?

That's a violation number 673.

And that promise that Boss made the Duke boys...

about being entitled to three ticket violations

for saving his hide...

Well, if you think they got two more coming

well, you're wrong.

Boss never was one to keep a promise.

Which brought everything in Hazzard

back to how it's always been.

- Littering. They littered. - Litter bug!

And to celebrate his good fortune...

Boss' celebrity roadblock had nailed Mel Tillis.

Jimmy!

Oh, I love it, I love it, I love it.

I loved every bit of it.

I loved it so much, I'm gonna tear up your speeding ticket.

- Mr. Hogg? - Yeah?

You're all... - Heart. - Wallet.

Littering, littering, J.D.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hogg, but the law is the law.

What's good for the goose is good for the game

in Hazzard County.