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♪ JUST A-GOOD OLD 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 ♪

♪ SOME DAY 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 A-GOOD OLD BOYS ♪

♪ WOULDN'T CHANGE IF THEY COULD ♪

♪ FIGHTIN' THE SYSTEM ♪

♪ LIKE TWO MODERN-DAY ROBIN HOODS ♪

Now, you may notice something unusual here.

A Hazzard police car that ain't chasing nothin'.

And the reason Dep. Enos Strate...

is acting like a hound-dog chasing his tail...

is cause he is putting an edge on his driving skills.

You see, like most of us, old Enos just had a secret dream.

And the difference between him and most folks...

is that Enos is either too dumb or too smart to ever let go.

Enos's dream is to be a police officer in a big city.

Now, the question that comes to mind...

is there any big city ready for this?

This is the story of how...

Enos Strate, least likely candidate...

is going to the Los Angeles police.

Which never would've happened...

if the Dukes hadn't been on their annual trip to Atlanta.

Y'all are keeping up with this, ain't you?

Now remember, Uncle Jesse.

Say "cheese" when I tell you.

That reminds me I ain't had nothing but a praline...

since breakfast this morning.

Now, hurry it up.

You make a move in the next two minutes, and it'll be your last.

Uncle Jesse, give me a big old smile.

- Cosgroves. - A piece of cake.

- They never knew what hit them. - They will now, you idiots.

That's enough picture-taking.

I'm all posed out.

She took your photograph when you came out of the bank.

Just after you ripped off your ski mask.

Tail her!

You grab that film at the first lonely spot she passes.

No traffic in either direction.

- This is the place. - Run her off the road.

That fellow must've won his driver's license...

in a turkey shoot.

No way, Uncle Jesse. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Bo? Luke? Will you come in before I start crying out loud?

We got you, Daisy.

Some jasper in a big sedan tried to run me off the road...

about half a mile past Eagle Rock.

That means you can't be more than a minute or so ahead of us.

Just make that a half a minute,

'cause he looks like he's gonna try it again.

You watch the road. I'll watch them.

Here they come again.

Let's see if we can get a look at their plates.

They ain't got no plates.

Let's get them.

Pull up before they knock us off the road.

Then how do we get that film?

We can trace the truck and that orange bomb...

with their license plates.

Provided we live long enough to do it. Pull up, I said.

I think we ought to chase them and teach them some manners.

We'd better check on Uncle Jesse and Daisy...

to make sure they're safe...

and make sure they stay that way.

Thanks, guys. I'll return the favor someday.

Anything for you, darling.

Lest go to the junkyard and see if we can pick up a new fender.

The way you drive, we better get a new right quarter panel.

-A left quarter panel -Alright, alright.

If you're wondering what this has got to do...

with Enos joining the L.A. Police, we're getting to that.

Meanwhile, back in Hazzard...

Boss is proving that it ain't but a short step...

from gluttony to gout.

Cousin Boss, I've been looking everywhere for you.

Any fool would know I'd been out on the football field...

practicing placement kicking with my sore foot.

What did you want, anyway?

I wanna talk to you about getting a job.

What about your job at the junkyard?

- I got fired. - You did?

You came to the right man at the wrong time.

I got this here gout.

But don't forget, Cousin Boss, I'm kin.

If you call being a third cousin 20 times removed kin...

then you're kin.

Let me see what I've got here on the vacancy list.

- How about garbage truck help? - Garbage truck?

It pays you $10 a day and all you can eat.

Cousin Boss!

Alright, you can be official town Santy Claus.

Okay.

Morning, Miss Tisdale. Any mail for me?

You have to take a number just like everybody else.

Yes, ma'am.

- Number one. - That's me.

Identification, Enos.

Golly, Miss Tisdale.

You've known me since I was born...

even before I was born.

Sorry, Enos, but regulations is regulations.

- Thank you Miss Tisdale, bye. - Bye.

Ain't it a shame, there ain't no place safe from bureaucracy.

- Hi Luke. Hey, Bo. Hi Daisy. - Hey.

Two letters in the same day.

If I didn't know better,

I'd swear you was carrying on a mail-order romance.

I wouldn't do that, Luke.

These here are two more answers...

to my police department job applications.

New York City and Philadelphia.

You're really going after the big time, ain't you?

Golly, I've been turned down by so many police departments...

I'm almost afraid to open these.

Go ahead, Enos, open the one from New York.

Here, you read it, Bo.

It says, right here it says...

"Try applying to the Chicago Police Department."

I'll bet you'll have your choice...

of three or four big-city jobs by tomorrow.

Seems like I started sending out these applications...

when postage was only three cents a letter.

They've all got a place...

to list all the important crimes you've solved.

All I could put down was rescuing Mrs. Finster's cat...

from a telephone pole and finding...

Abner Peabody's long-johns after the hurricane of '72.

You just keep filling out those applications, Enos.

- I'll see y'all. - Yeah.

You know, friends, I bet old Abe Lincoln's qualifications...

didn't look too good on paper when he started out, either.

Remember these old boys?

Well, here's where things start picking up steam.

The first duties of a good police dog...

is to take orders immediately.

Now, get ready. Alright, ten-hut.

Ten-hut.

- At ease! - That's pretty good, Sheriff.

He's got half of it down pat already.

Enos, will you hush?

Just hush.

I'm gonna teach you one now that's really important.

It's called fetch. You ready?

Here it comes. Get ready, here it goes.

Fetch!

Fetch means... In French, that means for you to go get it.

I tell you, I'm gonna show you just this one time, okay?

Now, you got to sniff it out.

Then you need to snap it...

and play with it.

See?

I didn't know these things were flavored.

Which reminds me, I haven't had lunch yet.

Me and Flash will hold down the fort.

I'm going down to the eat-bite and get a corn dog.

You gotta love 'em.

Rosco!

- Sorry. You got it again? - Yeah, no thanks to you!

Why are you blaming me?

You let me marry that fat sister of yours, and now...

all because of her rich cooking, I got me the gout!

That hound of yours still breathing?

That's Flash. I got a good deal on him.

I got him from Police Gazette magazine.

I'll tell you one thing, Boss...

he can smell a crook about a mile off.

Oh, my leg. Don't touch me!

Don't touch it.

Here, take these latest wanted posters from Capitol City...

and tack them up, would you? Here.

What have you got them other fool papers for, anyhow?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave Hazzard, Mr. Hogg...

to save my self-respect.

Well, how much self respect do you need?

You're already the most self-respected

deputy we got around here.

I just can't go on.

Taking part in all them dirty tricks you make us do.

Dirty tricks? What dirty tricks? Name one! Go ahead.

Setting up speed traps for the tourists.

Putting up 'No Parking' signs where people's already parked.

Making detours to make all the highways pass the Boars Nest.

Charging me mileage when I'm on patrol.

He said name one.

Not the whole history of Hazzard County.

Insisting I buy a new uniform every three months...

from Mr. Hogg's dry goods store.

And you look nice in it, too.

Well, Sheriff...

I just can't go on obeying your orders...

to frame the Duke boys into jail.

Well, that's the American way, isn't it?

"Do unto others before they do unto you."

No, sir, Mr. Hogg, it ain't.

That's why I've been trying to get a job someplace else.

A man's got to do what he's got to do, Mr. Hogg.

You do what you got to do...

and I'm about to do what I gotta do.

- You're fired! - Fired?

Fired?

Yeah, as of Friday.

You are hereby dismissed, discharged...

disassembled and disconnected.

HAZZARD GARAGE - OFFICE

Don't let them see that car.

Remind me to thank the Motor Vehicle Department.

They led us straight to that orange buzz-ball.

And the pickup is registered to the same address.

A place called "Duke Farm."

If he takes the film now, it ought to be there by noon.

Yeah, it says, "One-Day Service."

We ought to get them things back by tomorrow afternoon.

Hand this to him, Bo.

Didn't realize you were in such a hurry to get out of town.

You must have six, seven letters there.

I'm not in a hurry to get out Bo. I love Hazzard.

It's just that...

Mr. Hogg fired me, effective Friday.

He what?

What possessed him to do a stupid thing like that?

I told him and Sheriff...

I wouldn't take part in any more dirty tricks to frame y'all.

- See y'all. - Yeah.

- Thanks a lot, Enos. - Okay, Bo. See you, buddy.

That ain't right, Bo.

Come on, let's do something about it.

You will snap, and snarl, and bite, and...

Rosco, we'd like a word with you about Enos.

And what word would you like?

Hockey puck?

Butter fingers?

Or just plain old dipstick?

Rosco, how could you let Boss fire Enos...

when he does twice the work for half the pay...

as you or any deputy you've ever had?

Let me tell you something.

I'm just as sorry about that as you are.

Maybe even more so.

But you know as well as I do

that Boss's word is law around here.

Come Friday...

you know where Enos's badge is going to be, don't you?

It's going to be right here, on the collar...

of this canine sleuth...

who works twice as fast, got a higher IQ...

and works for dog biscuits.

Glad to see I'm not the only one who couldn't sleep.

Nothing better for can't-sleep than bread and milk. Have some.

So far, it ain't working, though.

Let's not kid ourselves.

The reason we're up is 'cause we're worried about Enos.

I can't believe, after all these years of faithful service...

that Boss would treat him like that.

The way J.D. treats him, you'd think he's one of us.

Well, he practically is, isn't he?

We gotta be able to do something.

Wait a minute.

I bet if we circulate a petition...

we can force Boss Hogg to do it.

Everybody in Hazzard County owes the Boss money.

What would he'd do if he saw their names on a petition?

Uncle Jesse, there's got to be something we can do.

Well, one thing for sure.

We're not gonna be able to help him if we're all...

bleary-eyed from lack of sleep.

So let's get to bed and we'll attack it anew tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Uncle Jesse...

Tomorrow's a whole new day. We'll figure something out.

Check the glove compartment in the pickup.

Maybe she left the camera in there.

- You, search that orange bomb. - What if we don't find anything?

We'll just have to pay the Dukes a surprise visit.

I can't get the dang horn to stop!

It's too late for that. You blew it. Let's get out of here.

If you think getting out of bed is tough...

just look how they do it in Hazzard County.

Get them lights out!

Daisy, you get inside. I'm coming, boys!

Who was that?

I don't know, Uncle Jesse, but I think you scared them away.

Well, they ain't getting away that easy.

Jack it, they shot out the tire on the General.

Dang pickup truck, too.

And they crippled the jeep, too.

We sure as heck ain't gonna get very far on foot.

This sure hasn't been our day, has it?

First some dumb cluck tries to run us off the road...

then Lord-knows-who tried to steal our pickup.

There's two things we can do.

We can start praying now...

and get a hold of Rosco in the morning.

Rosco ain't gonna do nothing about it.

That's why I'm counting so much on the praying.

Course, y'all gotta remember...

that the Dukes have been shot at...

by everybody from Indians to revenuers.

During the shooting, old Boss was plucking a pigeon...

to feather his own nest.

- Now, then, Cousin Cletus. - Yes, sir.

If you're gonna be a deputy sheriff around here...

you gotta take a civil service exam.

And you gotta pay an examiner's fee of $25. You got it?

Yup.

- I mean the money. - Yes, sir.

- Who do I pay it to? - Pay the examiner.

Namely, me.

Alright. Now then, question number one:

If you're patrolling the street as a Deputy...

and you see an out-of-state car...

parked on the street, what do you do?

Walk up to them nice folks and say,

"Hi, welcome to Hazzard County."

Wrong.

You pick this up and you put it on the curb next to the car.

Then you write them up a parking ticket.

I never knew there's so much to being a deputy.

Flash, you've got your own crime wave of fleas going here.

Rosco, we'd like to report an attempted burglary.

- Who'd you burgle? - Rosco!

We weren't the burglars.

It's sure a fact that you're not the burglarees...

because you Dukes are poor. Everybody in Hazzard knows that.

You're as poor as church mices... Meeces... Mouses.

Then maybe they're strangers from out of town, Sheriff.

Enos, of course they were strangers.

Because they was a figment of these Dukes' imagination.

If they were real, you should've spotted them.

And I could've gone to the Boss and saved your job.

That ain't a half-bad idea.

Ain't nobody gonna believe that.

The Boss sure ain't gonna believe it...

because I don't even believe it. Alright you Dukes, out.

- I'm going, too. - I hate clutter.

- Movie about you. - Will you hush?

Bye, Enos.

Now... where were we?

Meanwhile, the bank robbers were at it again.

They had to get them pictures.

Which meant getting Daisy.

Since all of Rosco's patrols was designed...

so he could keep an eye on the Dukes...

it weren't no coincidence that Enos was out patrolling...

that very same road, later that day.

Daisy, look out!

Uncle Jesse ain't gonna be too happy with your driving skills.

When I get my hands on the fellow who did this...

- Turn around. - Do it real slow.

Grab the girl and get her out of here. I'll keep them covered.

Freeze! Now drop your gun.

Enos, behind you!

Bo!

Take one step and the next will be on the way to your funeral.

Hold on, we don't want them to hurt either one of them.

Looks to me like old officer Enos Strate...

is an awful long way from joining the Los Angeles Police.

Will you boys quit trying to pull the wool...

over this experienced officer's eyes?

You do it all the time.

I'll tell you one thing, if Daisy Duke has been kidnapped...

then you boys must've kidnapped her.

Why the heck would we do a stupid thing like that?

So a stupid thing like this...

could catch the kidnappers...

which don't exist in the first place.

What happens to me ain't important.

It's Daisy we're worried about. She was kidnapped...

and I got a lump on my neck to prove it.

How'd you like a lump in the front?

It's gonna take Cooter a week to fix that pickup truck.

They run us clean off the side of the road!

You boys got to be careful...

because faking a hit-and-run, now that is serious business.

You can get into real trouble for that.

Not half the trouble as what Daisy's in right now.

Rosco, they run us right off the road, deliberate...

just so they could take her.

What for? Ransom?

You Dukes are poor.

If money was polecat perfume...

they couldn't smell them through a barbwire fence.

Look, Rosco, you know that and we know that.

But whoever took Daisy don't know it.

That sort of leaves her between a rock and a hard place.

Possum on a gum bush!

Even though we know what we're up against...

we don't know who or why.

Bo? Luke? You listening?

That's Daisy!

And some of her brand new friends.

This is Luke. Read you loud and clear. Come back.

I'll make this short and sweet.

Your cousin for that roll of film

she happened to take in Atlanta.

What roll of film is that?

All we know about is a couple of snapshots of our Uncle Jesse.

Well, she can take some more of them when we let her go.

Should I say, if we let her go.

I want the prints and the negatives.

And I want them fast.

Sir, I'm afraid we can't do that.

We dropped the film off at the photo-processing place...

and it won't be back till this afternoon.

Then there's nothing to say till then.

That's where you're wrong.

How can we be sure that Daisy's alright?

Don't worry about me, fellows.

They ain't laid a hand on me yet.

And they ain't about to, neither, Daisy.

You just relax, now.

As long as I'm on the force...

ain't nothing gonna happen to you.

Take my word on it.

Thanks, Enos. That makes me feel a whole lot better.

Especially since everybody knows...

your word's as good as money in the bank.

No tricks, now...

if you ever want to see your cousin again.

You know what Daisy said about money in the bank?

Didn't it sound to you like she was trying to tell us something?

Like what?

She sure laid heavy on the word "bank."

She could've meant piggy-bank...

blood bank, maybe Boss Hogg's bank.

I bet Atlanta National Bank.

We got a teletype yesterday about it being robbed...

while y'all were in Atlanta.

That's where she took them pictures.

Right in front of the bank, just before it opened.

You don't suppose she...

Got them bank robbers in the snapshot, purely by accident.

They won't stop at anything to get that film back.

Afternoon, Miss Tisdale. Could I have my mail?

It's that yellow envelope you just put in the box.

Sorry, Bo. Can't hand it out

until all the mail is sorted. Regulations.

In the meantime, take a number.

- Yes ma'am. - Number one.

Right here, ma'am.

Sorry, this letter is addressed to Luke.

Number two.

Here you go.

Gotta show your ID.

Here's my ID, Miss Tisdale.

Thank you, Luke.

Be sure and say hello to your handsome Uncle Jesse for me.

Yes ma'am.

Y'all come back now, hear?

Alright, here they are.

- Here's one of Uncle Jesse. - Yeah.

That clock reads 8:58. That's two minutes before opening time.

If it's just before opening then those guys must be the robbers.

I know those guys, I've seen them before...

I can't remember where.

Country Cousins, you know who.

I sure hope you're smart enough to tell time.

We're smart enough to know that you're going to be doing time...

if anything happens to Daisy.

That depends on whether or not you've got the film.

We got the film, alright.

By the looks of it, we better turn it over...

to the local sheriff.

Them fellows can be pretty stubborn sometimes.

Why don't you let me speak to them again?

Alright, but mind what you say.

Please, boys, do whatever they ask.

The fishing is real bad here...

and looks like they're getting nervous trigger fingers.

So if you ever wanna see me again...

I suggest you just keep on trucking.

Tangling with sweet Daisy...

is like trying to put socks on a rooster.

Daisy, you alright?

She is for now. But she's dead...

if you're not on the south side of Benson's Gulch... at 4:00.

I'm so mad I could chew nails.

You reckon we throw in the towel and give them the pictures?

She was trying to tell us something.

She said the fishing was terrible.

She's trying to clue us in as to where she's at.

She did a pretty good job...

'cause there's only two places around here...

where the fishing is bad.

That'd be the old quarry and Crater Lake.

The old quarry is over the hills we wouldn't get...

radio transmission from here.

It's got to be Crater Lake.

There's a bunch of shacks up there, too.

She ain't gonna be in any of them, she told us...

to keep on trucking.

She's in a truck!

Must be the same 3-tonner that ran us off the road.

We can get the sheriff to help us, now that we've got evidence.

Trouble is, Enos forgot that Rosco...

tended to be just a tad bullheaded.

You see them two fellows behind Uncle Jesse?

They're the same ones who grabbed Daisy.

Now there's four of them, two more joined up with them.

If you two don't pound the bung in the cider barrel...

I know, you went to Atlanta...

and faked these pictures, to sell me a bill of goods.

Well, Flash and me, we just don't buy it. Do we, Flash?

- Well, that was a waste of time. - As usual.

Enos, do us a favor and put these someplace safe.

I might be going with you.

No, Enos, you ain't going anyplace.

You're going to stay here and finish the odds and ends...

before you join that throng of unemployed tomorrow.

Sheriff...

if you won't give me your permission

I'm going AWOL to help Daisy.

No, wait a minute, Enos.

Let me just ask you one favor.

- Would you do me one favor? - Yes, sir.

Before you go, there is a big...

hairy cockroach in that holding cell...

and it gives me the queasies. Would you kill it for me?

Then will you let me go, Sheriff?

Anything your heart desires, just kill that thing.

Where's the broom, Sheriff?

In there, in the cell.

It's right there in the corner...

it's a big fuzzy with big antennae.

Now, I not only got a cockroach in the holding cell...

but I got a dipstick, too.

You lied to me, Sheriff.

I had to, Enos because if I'd let you go AWOL...

it'd be on your record and you couldn't get a job...

in any police department in the world.

Some of the things that are done in the name of friendship.

The shame of it all.

There's the truck we're looking for.

I'll shimmy up that tree up above.

That way we can hit them top and bottom at the same time.

Let's do it.

Now, Bo!

It's empty up here.

Down here, too. They must have flown the coop.

You at the truck. Luke and Bo Duke!

Step out where I can keep an eye on you.

We better do what they say.

I figured you might have caught the hint the lady threw you...

and try to jump us ahead of time.

That's why we've been waiting for you up here.

Now toss up that film!

We can't hardly do that. We didn't bring it with us.

Then I'm lucky I didn't forget to bring this.

What's it going to be?

Sir, we ain't got the film. You've got to believe us!

That's where you're wrong, plowboy.

All I gotta do... is this.

Look, we're telling the truth.

There ain't no way we'd do nothing to put Daisy in danger.

Alright, we'll stick to the original deal.

Bring that film to the south side of Benson's Gulch at 4:00.

And when you do, you better be alone...

or she won't be going back with you.

We'd better shake it. It's almost 4:00 now.

Hey, Boss.

You munching on those pralines again?

I bet that's about five pounds you've eaten since lunch.

Aren't you afraid you're going to get a gut ache?

Well, I'm hoping to get a gut ache in my stomach...

to distract me from this gout ache in my foot.

- What you want here, anyway? - Well...

Boss, I was just thinking about Enos, you know.

Good deputies, they just don't grow on trees.

No, they hang from them by their tails.

Boss, I'm sort of getting used to Enos, you know...

and I sort of like to have him around.

I was just wondering if I could get you to change your mind

Why would I do a thing like that?

For 15% of my pay.

Well, I'm already collecting 15% of your pay.

Well... 20%.

25%?

Boss, listen. You know...

that Enos works hard.

You know he works seven days a week...

and he works 14 hours a day...

Now, I do know that he has some bad habits.

He can't be bribed, or bought, or fixed.

But even though he has those terrible faults...

I'm willing to forgive him if you are...

you know, maybe give him another chance.

30% after taxes.

- The answer is still no. - Still no?

On account of, I've already found someone...

who's willing to kick back 50% of his pay.

Who would be that stupid...

My third cousin, twice removed, Cletus Hogg.

- Cletus Hogg? - Yeah, Cletus Hogg.

He is stupid. I mean, even the dipsticks call him a dipstick.

Well, then he'll fit in perfect with you, won't he?

- Now, get out. - Yeah, bye.

My foot! You...

- Get out. - I didn't really...

- Enos. - Enos.

Right here, Luke.

- What're you doing in there? - Long story, Luke.

Where's them pictures?

What are you Duke boys doing here?

- Just doing your job, Rosco. - Wait a second.

Don't you do that. Enos!

I'm going to have you fired before you're fired!

Freeze!

Enos, come back here!

You ain't going to get away with this.

Bo and Luke are just way too smart...

to have any truck with the likes of you.

They'd do anything for the likes of you.

Pity it won't do them any good.

What do you mean by that?

You're the only one who can identify me.

I don't think I can let you live to let you do that. Do you?

WARNING - ROAD WORK AHEAD

Now, every so often the boys like to lead the chase...

through the Hazzard County pond...

which, you might notice, removes paint.

They told y'all to come alone, or Daisy might get hurt.

I'm gonna stay here and keep y'all covered.

If anything happens to us, you take over.

That's what I like about country boys. They keep their word.

Toss them over here.

You got the film.

Now let her go.

- While they're out in the open. - Down! They got guns!

Living in Hazzard sure keeps an edge on the old reflexes.

This here's Enos. You got to come out to Benson's Gulch.

Them kidnappers got Daisy...

And there's nothing I can do, or they might shoot her.

And right through the Hazzard County car wash.

They're serious about that, ain't they?

Come on, pull out. We got what we wanted.

We're going after them, Rosco. You coming?

Are you kidding me?

I'll stay here and set up a roadblock...

in case they head back.

Here. They just... Listen.

Quite a leap. Think we'll get enough speed?

Well, halfway across.

- Yeah? - After them.

Way to fly, General.

Enos, it looks like they split up.

You go left, we'll take the right fork.

That road just doubles back to Hazzard.

We got to cover it from all angles, remember?

Chase is up, fellows, I'm gone.

We'll never ditch them in this lousy truck.

I know.

We'll go to Hazzard and get faster wheels.

What are you doing?

Just taking a shortcut.

I'm familiar with your shortcuts.

You're gonna drive the general to an early retirement.

I think we lost them.

You got as much chance of losing them...

as I have of sprouting horns, honey.

Alright, fellows better hunker down...

You ain't gonna believe what's coming.

Old Bo picked that up...

when he was a linebacker at the Hazzard County high school.

You should have seen some of them games.

I think you got their attention.

Mine, too.

I told y'all to hunker down, didn't I?

Look like you're not gonna be able to use this thing anymore.

Bye-bye. See you later.

Meanwhile, Boss was on his way to Rhuebottom's...

to get some more pralines.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hogg...

but have you seen a suspicious looking car or truck go by here?

The only suspicious-looking thing I've seen today is you...

trying to impersonate an officer.

But Daisy could be in one of them vehicles, Mr. Hogg.

And you could be doing the job you're getting paid for...

for at least your last one hour and fifteen minutes.

Now, here. Do something.

Take these here wanted posters, and tack them up someplace.

But what about Daisy, Mr. Hogg? We've got to help Daisy.

There ain't no reward for catching Daisy...

and there sure is one for catching them crooks.

Now, you quit chasing women and do your duty!

That there's an order!

WANTED BY FBI - TOM GUMBS - NATHAN COSGROVES

Sucker born every minute.

That's them!

Friends, you're about to witness...

the bulldog tenacity...

which keeps old Enos dreamin' and hopin'.

All them years of practice are about to pay off.

Quicksand.

DANGER - QUICKSAND - DANGER

Hey, Miss Tisdale.

It's me, Enos Strate.

Number one. I got my identification.

Things must be getting better.

It used I could count on getting three rejections a day.

Now I'm down to just one.

- Good luck to you, Enos. - Thank you, ma'am.

Possum on a... Hey, Bo, Luke! Look, I've been accepted...

by the Los Angeles Police Department in California.

"Assigned to our Metro Special Branch."

Hot dang, I told you it was just a matter of time, didn't I?

Gonna have to show them city slickers...

what a good old country boy can do.

That's what I aim to do, Luke.

I just got one more thing to do in Hazzard before I go.

We sure are proud of you, buddy.

We'll catch you before you leave.

Okay, Luke. See you.

- California. - Unbelievable.

One gun, 958624.

We come to Dep. Enos Strate's last official minute...

as a member of the Hazzard County Sheriff's Office.

Enos, give me the hat!

Enos.

Enos, I'm going to knock you in the...

Not this time.

Get out.

Go on. Just get out, and stay out.

Just...

stay out.

Naturally, the Dukes wasn't gonna let Enos leave town...

without throwing a humdinger of a farewell party.

I'd like to propose a toast.

To Enos...

the best dang deputy Hazzard County ever had.

- Hear, hear. - Yeah.

Enos, here's to wishing you all the luck...

and happiness in your new job.

Thank you, Daisy.

Enos, me and Luke are sure going to miss you a lot...

especially when we got them sirens and lights behind us.

We'll make sure Cletus dedicates

his first illegal parking ticket to you.

Thanks, Luke.

I'd like to propose a toast.

To the best friends...

a fellow could ever have.

I appreciate the ride to the airport, Daisy.

You nervous about flying?

Yeah, I've never flown anything, except a car.

You promise to write?

I'll try.

Enos, I almost forgot.

It's for luck, from all of us Dukes.

We're awful proud of you, Enos.

Well, I'll try not to let you all down.

Enos... I hate long goodbyes, don't you?

I don't know, I've never been anyplace.

Bye, Daisy.

Friends, you just wait till you see what happens...

when the oldest virgin in Hazzard County

joins the Los Angeles Police.