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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 ♪

'Yee-haw!'

As y'all might already know

the General Lee has itself

quite a reputation for character

speed and right smart agility.

In fact, when General Lee goes through Hazzard

most folks sit up and take notice.

But Hazzard folks ain't the only ones to take notice.

Uh, Boss, unless our radar gun is lying, that orange car

went from 25 to 55 in two and a half seconds.

Now, that's the best time yet.

Well, what did I tell you? You know, there ain't a sheriff

in the whole world who could ever catch you

if you was driving that orange car.

Add to that, the contents of that little black book of yours

and we got the keys to the kingdom.

A kingdom of payrolls, that is.

Well, the sooner we get them wheels

from the Dukes, the quicker we're in business.

- We're gone. - Woah! Okay!

Well, now, it looks like those two with the radar gun

ain't the only ones keeping an eye on the General.

How come there's a railroad crossing gate

when there ain't no railroad?

Why don't you ask ol' Rosco?

Alright, you coot. Pull over.

Passing a railroad gate's a $100 fine.

How much you gonna fine yourself for busting up one of 'em?

It's alright, Flash. Listen.

We'll teach them not to sass us, right?

Hazzard Two, this is Rosco P. Coltrane

from Hazzard One. Come back.

This is Hazzard Two, sheriff. What can I do for you?

Enos, listen.

Flash and me are in hot pursuit of some desperate criminals.

They're headed your way, so slam the door shut.

Yes, sir. It is.. It is shut, sheriff.

Locked too, sheriff.

Enos, I mean, head 'em off, you dipstick.

Oh, yes, sir, sheriff. I'm gone.

Here he comes.

And here we go.

'Yee-haw!'

Wow!

I'm sorry. I didn't see you coming, sir.

Enos, you dipstick!

Did you see what you did to my vehicle?

- Here. Look at that. - Sir, I tried to shut the door.

Listen, don't give me any excuses..

Sheriff! Sheriff, a charging bull!

Sheriff! Bull!

- Bull! - A-ow!

Sheriff, a charging bull!

Don't! Move. No, wait. Don't come here..

Get away from me. Enos!

Well, guess we're gonna have some peace for a while.

I guess so. That's all Mr. Pruitt's farm

we better call and tell him his bull's got some visitors.

You got it.

Here we go, Flash.

You're a-you're a chunk.

You gotta go on a diet.

Rosco!

- What? - Get in here.

Oh... yeah.

Rosco, this is J.D. Hogg's finest hour.

- Listen to this. - What?

Two of the best wheelmen I know of

put together a little black book..

Showing every payroll shipment in this state.

- And they're bringing it to me. - Brought it to you.

And all I gotta' do is..

Supply 'em with the fastest vehicle in the South.

Oh, you're way ahead of me, ain't you?

- 'Yeah.' - Ain't it wonderful?

They drive the getaway car, they heist the payroll..

And we split fifty-fifty.

- Uh, that's where you go wrong. - Oh.

Yeah, uh, we'll split what we split

'when we split it, when we get it.'

- Got it? - Got it.

Now, when do I get it?

Well, right after we get our hands on the General Lee.

Any way we can.

Any way we can.

One of the cultural highs in Hazzard

is the Annual Pool Championship at the Boars Nest.

And lots of folks, Jesse Duke among 'em

take shooting pool as serious as country driving

country music and country cooking.

Sinkin' it. But I sure didn't leave you

any decent shots, Uncle Jessie.

Well, we'll just see about that a little bit.

'How about the 11 off the 14 in the corner.'

- Just stay out of my way. - Okay.

Excuse me, gentlemen. Excuse me.

When you've the hottest car in the South

folks can become covetous.

But stealing General Lee ain't car theft.

It's more like kidnapping.

It'd be a lot easier if they just mailed you the trophy.

Alright, now, then, watch me put

the 11 down in the corner of the four ball.

Somebody's messin' around with the General.

Hey, what are you doing in that car?

Hey, come back here. Where you going?

I'll go call the sheriff.

Now here's a problem..

Catching the General without hurting him.

Wonder if they're the same two dudes

that've been following us all week.

If they are, we know now what they're up to.

I can't figure how they expect to get away

with stealing the General.

When everybody in Hazzard County knows he belongs to us.

Long about this time, Enos was practicing

how to beat Uncle Jesse in the upcoming pool tournament.

Uh-huh, he is improving.

Shoot! Ah..

Sheriff's office. Deputy Strate speak...

Possum on a gum bush, Uncle Jesse.

Yes, sir, we'll get right on it.

Hazzard base to Hazzard One.

'Sheriff, you out there?

'Some fellas just stole the General Lee'

'and they're headed south on Willow Road.'

Don't worry, Flash, I'll handle this.

This is Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane.

I'm going after 'em now.

Enos, listen. Now, I'm telling you

just to sit tight 'cause I'm gonna handle it.

Hey, Marnie. Hey, Sarah.

Hey, your antenna.

- The road's out. What do we do? - Just leave it up to the car.

General sure jumped prettier when the Dukes are driving.

But you can't hold a thoroughbred back

even if you ain't got no class yourself.

Dang! First time I ever wished the General Lee couldn't fly.

And they're good drivers.

We're falling further behind every second. Come on, Coy.

We can't quit while we got a drop of gas left in the tank.

Things ain't always quite as bad as they look.

Being strangers, them crooks don't know the territory.

Which was why Rosco was racing after 'em

to stop them from making a big mistake.

You dipsticks, what're you stopping for?

Get back in there. What the heck are you doing?

You know, what're you..

Look, we're going back the way we came.

I don't wanna talk about where we came from

or where we're going.

Will you get back in there before it's too late?

- Well, what about them? - It is too late.

You stand around talking all day or you gonna arrest them?

Arrest them?

Of course, I'm gonna arrest them.

Alright. Go on. You get in my vehicle.

I'm gonna take you right to the slammer.

- 'Now, you do that, Rosco.' - Alright, get on.

Can't you guys get anything right?

Get in that vehicle. Get in.

Poor old Rosco, just when he get's to make an arrest..

It's a phony.

'Get here. You know, you make me mad.'

'We got thinking on the way, Rosco.'

We gotta give you credit for getting on the ball so fast.

That's right. We've been underestimating you.

We just wanna say thanks.

- Well, I appreciate it.. - Let that go... no.

Just because you saved their car from a fate worse than death

don't mean you shake hands with a Duke every time

they come snooping around.

That's right. You're snooping around, you riff-raffs.

So, don't clutter up the place, just move it on outta here.

Rosco, we were just trying to be friendly.

Come on, Coy, let's go help Jesse practice

for that pool tournament.

Yeah, well, it won't do him no good. Listen.

I am sick and tired

of being the second best pool player in Hazzard.

So I've been practicing all year long

'just so I could beat your Uncle Jesse real good.'

And you can go and tell him that for me. So get, go on.

Hey, Boss, the pleasure is all ours.

- Get, get.. - 'Uh-huh. Alright.'

- Whoo-ee, that was close. - Would you just stop "whooing"?

What's holding you up?

Take a look at this booking sheet.

"John Doe and John Smith."

Crooks sure don't have much of imagination

when it comes to phony names.

That's for sure.

Wonder why Rosco let them get away with it.

Maybe, he figures it makes no difference

as long as they're under lock and key.

I don't know.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Possum on a gum bush.

It must be them crooks in the General Lee.

Oh, no, not again. Oh!

I'm running outta ladders.

It's Enos. Calling Hazzard Two.

General Lee. What's on your mind, Enos? Come back.

Hazzard Two, come back.

He ain't answering. Think he's sore about something?

If he is, glass of Uncle Jesse's cider ought to cool him off.

Provided we can get him to follow us to the farm.

Back at the jailhouse, old Boss was trying to pacify

his partners in crime.

Now, the deal was, we supply the payroll goods and the time

and you supply the getaway car.

Yeah, and you'll get the getaway car

namely the General Lee.

- Won't you, Rosco? - Of course, I will.

- I will? - You will.

I will. Of course, I will. You kidding me.

How am I gonna do that?

Well, how? I'll tell you later when I think of it.

Because I sure ain't gonna let that car nor them Dukes

come between me and a beautiful little deal like this one.

And if that ain't trouble enough

being Dukes, they're gonna get blamed

for knocking out the entire Hazzard phone services.

Both lines.

'Help, golly, it's cold.'

'He's alright.'

'Think of the money he's gonna save on laundry bills.'

With them crooks in the pokey you'd think the General Lee

would be safe at the Duke farm.

But that ain't the way it works in Hazzard.

Old Boss don't give up easy when there's money involved.

- Ha-ha. Watch this. - 'Well, well, well..'

Getting in shape for the big tournament.

Well..

Here, let me get a practice shot in.

'Let's see now.'

Look at that, number nine ball in the corner pocket.

'I called it.'

- You didn't call that, J.D. - Oh, didn't I?

Alright, J.D., you didn't come over here

to gossip or practice pool, now, what're you up to?

Yeah, Boss, we're in the middle of a hot family game here.

Oh, well, sorry to interrupt.

'But you know that winning that pool tournament'

is very important to me.

In fact, it's one of the two most important goals

in my life right now.

'What's the second one?'

Probably foreclosing on the mortgage on the poorhouse.

'Would you just stop with them bad jokes?'

The other goal in my life is owning a car

that could win the Charlotte 500.

Mm-hm. That's exactly what I want.

Now, the only car around here I know

that could do a thing like that is the General Lee.

'And so I've come here'

'to make you a bonafide offer for that car of 1500 dollars.'

- Fifteen hundred dollars? Boss! - Boss, you gotta be funny!

Alright, alright, listen. I raise that offer to $2500.

- But that's final. - Yeah.

- Twenty five? - You can just forget it, Boss.

General Lee is a member of the family.

That's right. That's telling him too, Vance.

Alright, alright, I know that I can never

get you Dukes to budge on that car.

I mean, you're un-budgeable.

'So, I might as well forget about the whole thing.'

As long as I'm here, I'm gonna get me another shot.

You know, I gotta get some practice.

- Out of the way, Rosco... - Now, wait a minute.

- 'Look what you did.' - I don't believe it.

Oh, my. Oh, my.

- It's Rosco's fault. - My fault?

You made me do that. Come on, you better go now.

Looks like you gonna have to find yourself

another table to practice on, don't it?

J.D., dang, you got your nerve coming out here

and rip my felt.

It was just an accident, Jesse. You saw it for yourself.

Now, you know there ain't nothing I'd ever do

intentional to harm a Duke.

- Oh, no. - 'And listen.'

- I'll pay for that table. - When?

Right after the tournament. Come on, let's go.

That's what you said back in '38.

At the Hazzard County Amateur.

Would you look at what that dumb head did.

- 'Look at our poor, pool table' - Just leave it up to J.D.

He's always got some kind of a dirty trick up his sleeve.

- Just ruined our table. - That's what worries me.

We thought two crooks tried to steal the General.

Now, Boss, all of a sudden wants to buy him.

Think one thing's got connection with the other?

We can't tell until we find out more

about Mr. John Doe and Mr. John Smith.

I think I know just where to start.

Well, Jesse's pool table, that was a horrendous rip.

Yeah, well, with that pool table out of commission

there's only one other place that Jesse Duke can practice.

- Where's that? - The Boars Nest, knucklehead.

And once he shows up there, is he gonna be snookered?

Oh, snookered.

I'm gonna get my hands on General Lee once and for all.

- Or my name ain't... - Jefferson Davis Hogg.

Well, I see your pilot light ain't completely out.

I appreciate it.

The boys had asked old Cooter

to go fish Enos out of the pond.

John Doe and John Smith.

How come their names sound familiar?

What about fingerprints?

Sheriff must have forgotten to take 'em.

Couldn't you get them off them glasses they drank out of?

Yeah, sure can. I learned all about that kind of stuff

when I was with California Metro Squad.

Why you want the prints for?

Wanna know where they are

to find out why they want General Lee.

Might get lucky to find out if they was in business with Boss.

Seeing how he was eager to get his hands

on the General as they were.

Mr. Hogg wouldn't have nothing to do with car thieves.

- Would he? - Come on.

Well, won't take me more than 20 minutes

to get those prints, if you all care to wait.

Can't do it. We promised to meet Uncle Jesse at the Boars Nest.

We'll be back soon as he finishes practicing, alright?

Look, tell Uncle Jesse I wish him luck.

- We will. - You got it.

Well, with the crooks in jail

and the General Lee back in the fold

the boys reckoned they didn't have a thing to worry about.

Oh, well, well, well.

Here's the Dukes. My, oh, my, look at you.

I mean, you got some gall.

Yeah, practicing on my pool table behind my back.

What are you talking about, Boss?

It says right here, "Everybody welcome."

Looks like you outfoxed yourself this time, Boss.

'Yeah. I guess I did, didn't I?'

You wanna rack 'em up for another game?

Speaking of games, Jesse..

Now that you've done all this practicing

why don't you and me, for old time's sake

have ourselves a real game of pool?

Ah, J.D., you're a glutton for punishment.

But I guess I could use a little warm-up

before the big tournament.

Oh, that's good. And house stakes.

- House stakes? - Yeah, with Ridge Runner rules.

- Ridge Runner rules. - Alright, let's hit them.

- Done. - Done.

Alright, alright. Now, now, now.

Seeing that the challenger names the stakes.

I'm gonna bet my convertible.

- Convertible? - Mm-hm.

Yeah. Against your... General Lee.

Shoulda known you'd have something up your sleeve, Boss.

Well, you see, J.D., I can't cover that bet

because the General Lee ain't mine to bet.

It ain't? You should have thought of that

before you spit and shook on it, shouldn't you?

Don't tell me your gonna try to weasel out

of Ridge Runner rules.

Uncle Jesse doesn't weasel out of anything.

Far as we're concerned, General Lee belongs to the Duke family.

- That's right. - You got yourself a bet.

- Rack 'em up, Daisy. - Alright.

No no. Wait a minute. Whoa, Daisy, don't rack them up.

No, siree Bob, because I need time

to give everyone in Hazzard notice.

So that they can come and see Jesse Duke get whooped.

This game is gonna begin this very time tomorrow.

And may the best man which is me, win.

Oh, he's a glutton for punishment.

Rack them up, Daisy, let's practice.

Alright.

'I don't know, it just don't hold water.'

Why the heck would Boss make a bet he knows he's gonna lose?

He must want that General real bad.

For what? Feeding him to the crusher?

No way.

My guess is, he wants the General

for something no other car can do.

The same goes for them crooks too.

Which brings us right back to square one. Enos.

I sure hope them prints tell us something about them dudes.

Amen.

'Alright, Vance Duke, I see you.'

Just pull over. This is Rosco.

Pull over, you're under arrest.

What is it this time, Rosco?

Yours is not to reason why. Just to pull over and hush

like I done told you. Now, do it.

We're real sorry, Rosco. But Bo and me, we've got our plans.

Hold on. I'm gonna jump this one.

Why not?

If I was driving, I could think of a whole buncha reasons.

Yee-haw!

We can make it. We can make it.

O-o-oh!

Oh, I made it. Did it... oh!

Rosco had a nice landing.

Yeah.

This is Sheriff Rosco, this is Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane.

Stop that vehicle.

I am on top of this..

'Listen here, you've to stop this..'

I'll just go back this sucker off.

Ain't they beauties? Imprints came off the glass as perfect.

Look good to me, Enos. How do you run a make on 'em?

Oh, that's easy. We gotta facsimile machine out back.

All you do is, lift the rubber cover, insert the prints

mash the buttons in, relay straight

to the FBI office in Washington.

If anybody's got a record, we find out.

Faster than a porcupine with an in-grown quill, ha-ha.

Then, let's do it.

As soon as the machine get's fixed.

I called a repair man, but he can't come 'til tomorrow.

- Tomorrow? - We'll have to wait till then.

Dang!

Well, at least those two in the jail cell ain't going anywhere.

Oh, they ain't going anywhere.

The next morning Uncle Jesse

was just itching to get overto the Boars Nest.

A good four hour before the pool game with Boss started.

Now, listen, you two, if I don't get in some practice

'I'm liable to lose that General Lee.'

I need to get over to the Boars Nest.

Now, how long is this gonna take?

It's gonna be at least another half hour.

'Heck, don't wait on us.'

Take the General, the keys are in it.

We'll be along. Soon as we finish with the pick up.

Thanks, every time I think about

how I let J.D. sucker me into that bet, I could just..

Poor Uncle Jesse, he's worried about losing the General to Boss

I bet he didn't even sleep a wink last night.

Can you blame him? He's scared as we are.

Boss has some dirty trick up his sleeve.

I think he's got something to do with those crooks.

Let's hope Enos got those finger prints

to FBI in Washington by now.

- 'Yeah.' - Come on.

I'm sorry, fellas, the facsimile machine is still out.

The repairman called this morning to say

his truck broke down and he won't be here 'til tomorrow.

Darn it! Just when I thought

we were getting close to something.

That ain't the only bad news.

You know them crooks, John Doe and John Smith..

Mr. Hogg just bailed 'em out.

What?

You mean, without waiting for you to run a check on 'em?

No offense, Vance, but Mr. Hogg said it wasn't necessary.

He said the only evidence against him was just your word

that General Lee was stolen in the first place. I am sorry.

Well, so it proves we're right about one thing

Boss must be tied in with 'em.

They are what I think they are.

Where's the nearest facsimile machine that's working?

Sherriff's office, over in capital city.

Your car's faster than our pick-up.

You're driving us there right now.

- I am driving? Leave me. Wait. - Sure.

Oh, well the prints. Hold on a minute.

Boss was getting ready to push the General Lee

into a lot of crime.

Alright, Rosco. Put all that stuff in the trunk.

Listen, boy. I want you to haul all that paint and sprayers

over to that field I told you about. Set everything up.

And you get ready to paint the General Lee

just the moment I win it from Jesse Duke.

- Any particular color? - Lavender, let it be lavender.

- 'Well, mama loves Lavender.' - Your mama won't be drivin'.

- Will she? - No..

Listen, for the first job I want you to paint that car black.

And then for each job after that

you just paint it another color of rainbow.

- Yeah, like lavender. - Would you just drop over it?

Then, if they came looking for the car, well, they won't know

'which color car they're looking for now, will they?'

- I'd like if it was lavender, - Alright, alright.

Well, the second one, paint it lavender.

- Oh, goodie goodie gumdrops. - Yeah.

All the while they're looking, I'll be wallowing in green.

You in green.

- The long kinda.. - Oh, long, you mean money.

- Oh, I appreciate that... - Oh, stop all that, will you?

Come on, we got to go.

'I appreciate you doing that with the lavender.'

Hey, y'all were flat right about John Doe and John Smith.

According to the FBI, their real names are Landis and Purcell.

Oh, what do you know.

'Our good old friend, Landis is a wheelman.'

Wanted for hi-jacking in seven states.

Purcell's right up there with him.

'According to this they're a bunch of road pirates.'

Their MO's, usually they hit an armor truck

on the outskirts of town then grab a fast car and clear out

'before anybody can spread the alarm.'

- Fast car. The General. - You got it.

That's why they were so hot to get their hands on him.

That's right. We gotta let Uncle Jesse know and fast.

- 'Come on.' - Wait, fellas.

'My antenna's busted, buddy.'

- Let's get to a phone. - Let's go.

If this ain't one big mess.

The boys can't warn Jesse's over Enos' CB

'cause Rosco hadn't signed the slip authorizing Enos

to get his antenna fixed.

Now Jesse sure needed to be warned.

He's fixing to start a game with Boss

who's got something up his sleeve

besides that little fat arm of his.

Where the heck are them boys?

They should've been here two hours ago.

I know. And we can't stall much longer Uncle Jesse.

The telephone wasn't no help neither.

Since how the Hazzard phone lines were still down.

And since how old Coy knew all the short cuts back to Hazard.

Well, he talked Enos into letting him drive.

Game starts in less than 20 minutes.

We're gonna be cutting awful close.

Alright, everybody just shimmer down, shimmer down.

Now, you all know that we're here to watch a contest

between Jesse Duke and Boss

and so we need somebody that's neutral to hold the stakes.

So I'm going to appoint Daisy Duke

'the holder of Boss' convertible keys.'

Rosco, there's no way I'm gonna be neutral.

We don't make a diddly doo anyway

because Jesse hasn't got a prayer.

What do you mean I ain't got a prayer?

There you go, there's the keys to the General Lee.

Okay. Good one.

'Little fat buddy. You ready? Come on out.'

- Thank you, Rosco. - Here, take tiny steps.

And around that fat little arm is a cast.

'I'm sorry to keep all you folks waiting.'

But you know, I had a little accident on the way over here

and I had to stop by the doctor and all.

It was horrendous.

J.D., you can't play pool with your shooting arm in a cast.

I know I can't, Jesse, ain't it a shame?

But under Ridge Runner rules

I fortunately was able to find somebody to fill in for me.

- Who? - Well..

Here he is now.

'Mr. Chickasaw Thins.'

Holy Mackerel! We've been had, Daisy.

'That their fellow owns a pool hall over in Chickasaw.'

He's a professional pool hustler.

Pool hustler? Boss, we ain't gonna stand for that.

- That's it, the bet's off. - No, it ain't off.

J.D. maybe the lowest down person to ever come out

of the Ridge Runners but if he's had an accident

which it looks like he has, he's got a right

to make substitute of anybody he wants to.

Yeah, so I do and which I have done.

Alright, alright, everybody. Let's get started.

I did the challenging. So, Jesse, it's your break.

- Rosco. - What?

Do us the honors.

Now just hang on.

The Duke boys are doing the best they can.

You're ready, Mr. Thins?

Come on, Jesse. Alright, come on.

- 'Great.' - 'Good break.'

- 'Oh!' - 'Wonderful.'

Yeah, not bad for starters, huh, Mr. Thins?

Excuse me, honey.

We go over here.

'Come on, Jesse. Keep it up.'

Excuse me, sir.

'Oh, no!'

And that's too bad, pops, 'cause that's gonna be your last shot.

Well, I got you locked in there, Mr. Thins.

Ain't gonna be easy.

You hide and watch.

- If you hit it right on the... - Rosco.

Goodie goodie.

'Did you see that?'

More than 50 percent of that General Lee is mine already.

Uncle Jesse, you just keep your chin up, we ain't whooped yet.

Them boys better stoke it!

'Cause Jesse's getting the General deeper in trouble.

Not bad, but they'd do better in the General.

Are you gonna shoot, Mr. Thins, or not?

- 'He did it again.' - 'Good shot.'

Now, if you'll excuse me. Oh, yes.

Here you go.

Eight ball in the corner pocket.

Eight ball in the corner pocket

Eight ball in..

Eight ball..

In the corner pocket.

If that ball drops where it looks like it's gonna

General Lee is gonna be in the wrong army.

'He did it, I won.'

This is the happiest day of my life.

My car, please.

Now, you go out and pick up my winnings.

I hope those Duke boys don't mind walking

'cause they're gonna be doing it for a long time.

- Yeah. - I gotta put a stop to this.

Rosco.

Rosco. Rosco, wait.

Wait a minute.

- Rosco. - Uncle Jesse, it ain't no use.

We just got to face up to it.

General Lee is gone.

- It's all my fault. - Now, that ain't exactly true.

There's no way you could've beat

a professional pool hustler like Chickasaw Thins.

Uncle Jesse, you gave it your best shot.

And the boys are gonna be able to live with that.

Maybe.

But I don't know if I can.

While Jesse was feeling lower than a snake shadow

Old Rosco was up to his navel in tall company.

Get this.. Get that out.

Get that out of there. Oh, there's a dip.

Oh, we'll see if we can fly.

Guess it's all in having the right touch.

He won't have to worry about air conditioning

in that house trailer anyway.

By the time Enos and the boys reached the Boars Nest.

It was all over, but to cry.

You're still here, huh?

Well I thought you had long gone to Saigon.

Yeah, I thought you'll be off somewhere licking your wounds.

I can't leave, J.D., 'til Daisy gets off work.

As you know, I don't have no transportation.

- Oh, that's right. - Hey, y'all.

Who won the contest? As if I didn't know.

Boys, boys, you can start congratulating me.

Because I am now the proud owner of the General Lee.

J.D. here, he busted his arm, and..

Under Ridge Runner rules I had to play Chickasaw Thins.

'I ain't never beat him.'

Sorry to let you down, boys.

You didn't let us down, Uncle Jesse.

We'd all stand behind you no matter what happens.

Now, Boss, you mind telling me the reason

you bailed those crooks out that stole the General Lee?

Crooks? What crooks?

'Oh-oh, them crooks. I know who you mean.'

Well... there wasn't sufficient evidence to hold 'em.

Well, there is now.

According to FBI, they're wanted in seven states for hi-jacking.

Including this one.

That's right, Mr. Hogg, I ran their finger prints myself.

Thank you very much.

That's why you were so anxious to get General Lee.

It'd come in real handy in their line of work.

Would you just hush up?

I am sick and tired of listening to you losers spat off.

Now, I'm gonna set you straight once and for all.

One, the General Lee is mine.

Two. I won him fair and square under Ridge Runner rules.

And three! There ain't nothing you dukes can do about it.

And furthermore..

If you don't clear out of here this very instant..

Uh, oh, I'm gonna be sick.

Boss, there is just nothing wrong with you're hand.

J.D., you were just faking that busted arm, so I..

Under Ridge Runner Rules, I'd have to play Chickasaw Thins.

And under the Ridge Runner rules that means all bets are off

and the General Lee is still ours.

Which one of you knows where he is?

All I know is, Rosco took off few minutes ago headin' north.

- That's good for me, let's go. - You too, Enos.

- Goodbye, Mr. Hoggs. - Ah, no, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Come back here, come back here this minute.

Come back here.

Come back here.

No. Come back here.

I'll go get 'em.

Will y'all let me drive for a while now.

If Boss finds out, he's gonna have a conniption fit.

If we don't catch him, I'll have one myself.

All the boys knew was that

Rosco was driving the General north.

What they needed now

was a poker sack full of four-leaf clovers

and a lotta luck to pick up the trail.

Hang a left up ahead. I don't know what's up that road

but let's find out.

The boys better firewall it.

General Lee is being fitted out

with a new, black Sunday go-to-meeting suit.

That does it. We're in business now.

Oh, You know what I love about it?

Nobody will suspect that Boss and I

are even connected with it.

- Oh, I love it. - Nobody except them.

Oh, oh..

- We gotta clear out. - What about me, now?

'What about you?'

Wait, you just, oh..

Enos, you take care of Rosco. Come on, Coy.

- Sheriff, what happened? - Will you get..

Get me up from this pail. Would you..

It's all your fault. It's..

Oh, oh, oh.

Boss.

What a horrendous crash in my vehicle.

Boss, what are you doing here?

I'm trying to save our bacon, that's what I'm doing here.

Now, it's your turn. Come on, you take over.

Let's go after them Dukes.

Uh... Mr. Hogg, what about me, sir?

Use your own car! You ain't coming in here with us. Come on.

Let's go. Come on. Keep moving.

Dang! There's too many twists and turns on this road

to catch up with 'em.

We're gonna have to stay on their tails

until we get to a straightaway.

'Come on. Come on. Move it, move it, will you?'

Faster, faster. Can't you go no faster?

Listen, if we don't stop the General Lee

and they catch them crooks

them crooks might start blabblin' and I don't know..

You know where we'd spend the next 30 years?

Oh, let me guess.

In the federal pen, that's where.

- The pen. - I didn't mean the playpen.

They're comin' after us in the General Lee.

That car's too fast to outrun.

Well, it ain't faster than this.

Them boys sure play rough. Don't get too much closer.

'We won't have to. Look.'

They're turning right. They're turning right. Don't lose 'em.

How far back are Boss and Rosco?

Little more than spitting distance.

Why is that?

Wanna make sure they can't see us. Hold on.

Would you mind telling me what we're doing?

That road comes together again near the bridge.

What do you say we let Boss and Rosco catch them crooks for us?

We have to jump.

- Hang on. We're gonna fly. - Oh, no!

Horrendous ride.

That would have killed ten ordinary men.

I tell you, I'm made of steel.

We're not the only ones..

- Are you listening to us? - Are you listening us?

Naturally, the bad dudes sung like stoolies.

But, since they couldn't prove

Rosco and Boss was their partners

they got off except for one little detail.

You alright, Mr. Adams?

Eight ball in the corner pocket.

Eight ball in the corner pocket.

No. Eight ball in the... corner pocket.

Oh, Uncle Jesse.

After winning the Tri-County's Amateur Pool Championship

Jesse made Boss and Rosco paint General Lee

back to its original color.

In exchange for not pressing charges against Boss

for violating the Ridge Runner rules.

That's my new uniform.

Watch it! What did you freaking do to me?

I'll do that to you.

How do you like this?

Here.

Except that they had to send off

for more paint to finish the General.

It turned out a bright orange, red-letter day in Hazzard.