All language subtitles for The Dukes of Hazzard S02E01 Days of Shine and Roses_track3_[eng]

Who's the greatest
moon runner of all time?

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

Car against car.

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

I don't give a hang
about fair play.

Those dirty sidewinders.

[Waylon Jennings singing
"Good Ol' Boys"]

♪ Just the good ol' boys ♪

♪ Never meanin' no harm ♪

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

♪ Since the day they was born ♪

♪ Straightenin' the curves ♪

♪ Flattenin' the hills ♪

♪ Someday the mountain
might get 'em ♪

♪ But the law never will ♪

♪ Makin' their way ♪

♪ The only way they know how ♪

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

♪ Just the good ol' boys ♪

♪ Wouldn't change
if they could ♪

♪ Fightin' the system ♪

♪ Like a true
modern day Robin Hood ♪♪

Welcome, folks, to the annual
ridge runners reunion.

For 32 years now,
these old time moonshiners

and their loved ones
have been gettin' together

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

and drink, and make merry.

As they wistfully recall

those days
of "Shine and Roses."

'Who is that dude?'

That dude is now Chief Bachley,
from Grand County.

- Mmm, kinda cute.
- He he.

'Hey, there's Jesse.'

Oh! Uncle Jesse, are you cute!

Uncle Jesse.

Ain't a revenuer alive
who could've caught

Jesse in the Black Tilly.

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

'Them revenuers,
they never did have no respect'

'for the polish
on the mayor'scar.'

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

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

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

Wonder why
he don't drive anymore?

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

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

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

'That man was real nasty.'

Was and is. That there
is Sheriff Emmitt Spike Loomis

of Hatchapee County.

Watch.

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

And we wasn't even
runnin' shine.

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

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

'That's his idea of a warning.'

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

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

X-rated movies
that we've just seen.

How'd you get that movie, Able?

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

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

Oh, Uncle Jesse,
you were so terrific.

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

is the best moonshine
runner in the whole world.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

No, neither would I.

Boss here, now,
he can run a roadblock

better than any ridge runner.

He told.
Didn't you, boss?

Yeah, yeah.

Now, wait a minute.

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

But from what I saw

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

Oh, take it easy, Bo.

I'm just tellin'
the truth, Luke.

Everybody here knows
that our Uncle Jesse

is the best moonshine
runner in the whole world.

- That's right.
- Yeah!

Rosco

No. Uh, Bo.

- Hush.

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

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

'Not to argue.'

Just the same, Jesse.

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

That when it came to both
of us runnin' shine

you spend most of your time

smellin' my smoke
and eatin' my dust.

Smelling your..

The only smoke
of yours I smelled

was when you'd
stop and get them

barbecued boar ribs
every 10 miles.

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

it's my dust that's in there.

- That's a fact.

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

You were only ahead
when we was going to lunch.

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

I'd be ahead of you..

Alright.

According to the bye-laws

of the "All Time
Ridge Run Association"

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

now, is there?

Uncle Jesse, don't do it.

Jesse, please count ten.

- You got it.
- Me against you.

- Car against car.
- Three days from today.

To Hatchapee County.

Sheriff Spike Loomis's
territory, huh?

Right through
Hard Labor Creek.

Cousin, you just
started World War III.

Alright.

- Done.
- Done.

Hold your spit, gentlemen.

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

- Then shut up.
- Ah, Boss.

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

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

But I know about it.

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

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

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

Just like you ain't here.

If not there or here,
then where?

Fired if you
don't button your mouth!

I understand that.

What are the people
in Hazzard County gonna say?

Nothin'.

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

'Just amongst ourselves.'

- Agreed.

- Done!
- Done!

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

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

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

And so on till somebody finally decided to keep the secret

and tell nobody else.

Which kinda cut down
on the attendance.

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

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

to Sheriff Emmitt Spike Loomis.

A man who has no use
for moonshiners.

And has his own peculiar way
of showin' it.

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

Well, it don't no more.

Fortunately, old Spike has
mellowed out with the years.

You and your big mouth.

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

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

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

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

It's about time
you two saw the light.

You should know by now
that Jesse Duke never backs down

from a challenge.

Especially one from J.D. Hogg.

Now, why don't the two of you

quit jawin'
and get back to work.

Yes, sir.

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

agreed to meet on neutral
ground, with their seconds.

And the only neutral ground

Jesse would agree
to was Cooter's garage.

Alright, y'all. Let's agree.

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

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

into Choctaw County,
Sheriff Loomis' territory.

And we go out here on highway
104 through Calico Junction

past Hard Labor Creek,
then you go through Hatchapee

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

And may the best man win.

He will.

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

You two sure you wanna
go through with this?

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

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

Once you learn you never forget.

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

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

It'll be the usual
10 gallons of shine.

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

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

and we don't renege.

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

So, we carry water.

Ten jugs of water.
Is that agreed?

Alright, agreed.

Let's go, Rosco.

After all these years
of bein' chauffeured around

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

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

That ain't rust, that's fat.

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

Black Tilly, I called her.

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

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

Yeah, sure they do, Uncle Jesse.

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

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

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

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

But it is my favorite
runnin' color. Black.

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

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

'Well, well, look at that.'

Y'all gentlemen's were sayin'..

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

Yes, sir. I'll run it.

I'll call her
Black Tilly II.

Uncle Jesse,
I don't see no problem

with you winning that race.

Not with this thing. Whoo!

Unless maybe, Boss decides
to run an unfair race.

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

But underneath that stripe
running down his back

beats the heart
of an old moonshiner.

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

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

that never would I violate
our code of fair play

toward a fellow
moonshiner, but..

You don't give a hang
about fair play.

I don't give a hang
about fair play.

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

No matter what I gotta do.

No matter how crooked,
how rotten, how..

- Deceitful.
- Deceitful.

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

I try.

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

That night, Boss had Rosco

pay a little social visit
to Jesse's car.

And give it a little somethin'

to make it run
to Boss' satisfaction.

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

just ain't got no class,
at all.

Ain't it funny how
the most mature man

can be turned
into a little boy?

If you give him the right toy.

Now, here we go one more time.

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

but whatever it is,
you're a genius.

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

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

Uncle Jesse got more
moves with that thing

than a rabbit with
a bobcat on its tail.

Somebody's trained you
good, Tilly.

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

I love it. I love it.

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

and sputterin' and died.

I think it's got the vapors.

Well, what's wrong with it?

Don't know. Poor old thing.

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

Fix it.

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

Yesterday.

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

to win this shine run
using all his resources.

Lyin', stealin' or cheatin'.

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

'Cause these old boys

was having the time
of their lives.

Oh, it sure works good.

Did you see that, Enos?

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

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

Enos, wake up.

Ah! Mr. Hogg, you scared my dog.

Hey, Boss, guess what?

- I know.

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

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

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

Oh, that?

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

back at the jail house?

Sheriff, we ain't got
no prisoners.

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

Yes, sir.

Alright. Alright. Now, tell me.

How is Jesse's car
feelin' these days?

Sick, sick, sick!

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

gonna beat you
in that shine race.

Rosco, you made up
for everything.

I'm right proud of you.

I appreciate it.
I appreciate it.

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

for you in your
pay envelope next time.

Oh, oh, you mean a raise, Boss?

No. Last month's back pay.

Oh. Oh.

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

word about Boss having
any code of ethics.

- Nope.

The next time
this buggy leaves your sight

it's gonna be from
the startin' line.

You get that?

My sight

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

that got Jesse into this mess.

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

You keep pipin'
about this thing--

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

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

I mean that tank was a mess.

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

- Tell it like it is.

Uncle Jesse, somebody--

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

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

She's gonna live.

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

Rosco, you know..

...I was thinking I could
save miles on this race

by going through Miller's Swamp.

Now, it looks like Jesse's car

is gonna get bogged down
before it even starts.

You get that joke?

Swamp

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

R-O-S-C-O.

Oh, oh, that fits.

Everybody, everybody, a toast.

A toast to the final
moonshine run

between Jesse Duke
and Boss J.D. Hogg.

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

Any takers?

- $10 on Boss Hogg.
- Alright.

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

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

All my tip money on Uncle Jesse.

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

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

Well, before you knew it

everybody was bettin'
everything they had

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

One fellow even bet
on both of 'em.

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

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

'just tearin'
up the cement.'

What the douche
is goin' on out there?

Oh!

Now, just stick
your foot in it, Bo.

Let 'em see
what Tilly can really do.

Rosco, next time
you sabotage a car

make sure it's mine.

That way it'll run forever.

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

in that gas tank,
instead of water.

Not if you use
the water on your brain.

If it's thick enough
to clog your head

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

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

moonshine run fair and square.

Easy does it, Rosco.

To me fair and square
are fightin' words.

Now, lemme think. Lemme think.

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

to get rid of them Dukes
once and for all.

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

in that fat little head.

How?

Well, both Jesse and me
agreed to carry

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

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

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

- With the moonshine.
- With the moonshine.

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

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

Then we could put
them Duke boys in jail.

Yeah, once and for all!

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

With this.

Watch.

Hatchapee County
Sheriff Station?

Lemme talk to
Sheriff Emmitt Loomis, please?

Spike Loomis?

'Hello'

Sheriff Emmitt Loomis here.
State your business.

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

Who should like
to remain anonymous.

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

Well, when I heard
about this moonshine run

'which is gonna go
right through your territory.'

- Tomorrow, sir.

Who?

I think
the name is Jesse Duke.

Jesse Duke?

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

'He'll be in a black coupe.'

You will catch him, I hope.

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

Bye.

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

I got you!

Now, we've all seen
Boss pull some pretty

underhanded dirty tricks.

But turning anybody over

to the likes of
Sheriff Spike Loomis

well, that just about
takes the cake.

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

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

Just to get his feet ready.

Yee-haa!

I thought you boys was
gonna give me some competition.

Can't you catch me?

Don't just sit here. Catch him.

Alright.

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

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

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

with other dirty angles.

Yeah.

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

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

in a bucket of buttermilk.

Didn't you hear what I said?

You ain't gonna use
a patrol car

when you run interference
for me in that race.

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

Oh, I get to put on
some civilian clothes

and travel incognito.

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

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

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

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

- And Pool Hall.
- And Pool Hall.

- On Mud River Road.
- On Swamp Road.

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

Now git!

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

when he and Jesse make the run.

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

It wouldn't be Boss, otherwise.

And that ain't all.

Rosco isn't gonna
be in his uniform.

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

I guess, we're just
gonna have to interfere

with Rosco's interference
and make sure

Jesse ain't interfered with.

You got a way
with words, cousin.

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

Jesse wants to run
this race fair

and we'll see that he does it.

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

- Right.

- Alright.
- Let's go.

Hey, here comes Jesse Duke.

Here you go, Uncle Jesse.

Alright, Uncle Jesse.

Hey, here comes J.D. Hogg.

Alright now, folks.

Now, just to be sure

that Jesse here and the Boss

are both carrying
the required ten jugs of shine.

That's water, Sam.

Deputy Enos Straight is going
to inspect both vehicles.

- Come on, Enos. We trust you.

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

No.

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

Come on, Enos.

Both have got ten.
Fair and square.

Are you sure, Enos?

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

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

Eh, Jesse, say..

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

without us, all of us here,
having our traditional

ridge runners round
of drinks.

Now, can we?

Well, alright, everybody.
Drinks are on Boss.

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

Yeah, but..

Alright, you dipsticks.

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

Eh, Rosco, we've been thinking.

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

like that on Jesse.

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

- No.

Well, tell me when
you stop not likin' it

and start lovin' it.

Huh? Oh, no, no. Here.

That's it. Now you love it?

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

Hey, y'all,
to the final run.

To the final run!

Hurry up.

That'll be $22, Boss.

Put it on my tab.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then again, Jesse,
quit stallin'

and let's get rollin'.

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

It sounds about
like usual to me.

- Just stupid.
- Bring the General around back.

I'll meet you there
after the run starts.

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

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

Come up some, Mr. Jesse.

Yaa-hew!

Yee-ha ha!

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

Sheriff Loomis. Proceed.

Sheriff, this is
an anonymous caller.

- Oh, no, no.

This is anonymous caller,
uh, the second part.

That was anonymous caller
of the first part.

Although, we are close
anonymous friends.

Get on with it.

Well, listen, this is just
an anonymous reminder

to let you know that
Jesse Duke has just started

his moonshine run
through your County.

He did, did he?

'He'll be driving
a black coupe.'

That man oughta
have himself put away.

Wonder how
Uncle Jesse's is doing?

Just fine, as long
as we can keep Rosco

from doing whatever it is
he's up to.

You better lay back, Jesse.

That's Willet Bridge up ahead.

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

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

because I'm comin'
through with you.

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

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

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

Looks like two coons
divin' for the same hole.

I can't look.

I guess, Daisy was right
about Rosco helpin' Boss

with that barricade.

Let's put a little
salt on his tail.

10-4.

Yeah, I'll show you, Jesse.

You just ride with me,
that's right.

You suppose Uncle Jesse
could keep his mind

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

moonshine right into
the jaws of the law.

Steady, men.

Eyes to the horizon.

We're gonna nail us
a ridge runner.

You know, even if Jesse wins,
he still loses

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

Hey, here's to Rosco
and Boss Hogg.

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

Daisy.

Them dudes over there done
switched some jugs to shine.

We'd better check.

Water.

Those dirty sidewinders.

If Jesse gets caught,
he, Bo and Luke

are all gonna go to jail.

What're we gonna do?

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

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

You can't get ahead of me.

Now, you'd think old Boss
would be satisfied

just getting Jesse caught
carrying shine.

But oh, no.

Boss wanted to make sure
he also won the race

and as usual Rosco helpin'
undermineded method.

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

Too late.

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

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

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

This is Crazy Cooter
comin' at you.

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

Try it again, Cooter.

Bo

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

They must be out of range.

Take that shortcut over there.

Don't look like
much of a shortcut.

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

Hey, you got a point there.

'Ye-e-e-hoo!'

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

This whole country
is just one dang detour.

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

You got it.

Hey! How?

Rosco, you dodo!

15:22 hours, men.
Still counting down.

Be alert.

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

'Do something. Over.'

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

So are we, Rosco.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- As sure as sure can be.

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

Rosco.

We've to get Uncle Jesse
outta that run

before he reaches Hatchapee
County with that load of shine.

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

Maybe, he won't have to.

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

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

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

'cause that's why
I brought these jugs.

Then, let's do it.

Burn rubber-flubber.

'Boys, you just hold
everything right there.'

And that goes
for you too, Cooter.

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

'with real moonshine
in this rig.'

If I get caught,
you boys will be arrested.

Do you want that?

That's a pretty poor excuse

for pullin' out of a race.

You couldn't win anyway, Jesse.

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

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

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

Give it up, Jesse.
Give it up.

Give it up? Ha!

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

You better move it.

Floor it, hold her there.

Don't do it.

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

I am gonna take me
a little fresh air.

Okay, Cooter.

Excuse me, Miss Daisy,
is this seat taken?

No.

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

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

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

I thought this was just
a friendly race, Jesse.

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

Hammer down, Uncle Jesse.
You got him now.

Both cars had to run
to the Hatchapee County line

and crossover
into no man's land.

And the first one to be back
to the Boars Nest

would be the winner.

If that sounds simple

then you already forgot about the Sheriff Spike Loomis.

I can smell 'em.

I can smell 'em.

Any minute now, men.

Outta my way.

I gotta get back
to the Boars Nest

to win this thing.

- Yee-haa!
- Hee-haw!

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

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

You wait for me, Jesse Duke.

Nobody tells lies about me,
without me being there.

- Hey, somebody's coming.

It's Uncle Jesse.

I got you now, Jesse Duke.

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

He'd been runnin' shine.

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

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

- That's right.

Shine?

Well, it was shine.
I know it was.

'Cause you had Rosco
put it there.

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

'J.D.'

Not only have you blasphemed
the ethics and code of honor

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

Deceitful?

Deceitful!

Deceitful. That's what you are.

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

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

Arrest him.

Rosco. We left him
stuck back there.

He ain't stuck no more.

That's the legend
of the final run.

How Jesse Duke beat Boss Hogg, and became the greatest

moonshine runner that ever
lived in Hazzard County.