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♪ Just the good ol' boys ♪

♪ Never meanin' no harm ♪

♪ Beats all you've ever saw been in trouble with the law ♪

♪ Since the day they was born ♪

♪ Straightenin' the curve ♪

♪ Flatnin' 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 ♪♪

"DUKE vs. DUKE"

The sight of Bo and Luke Duke rolling across Hazzard...

without the Sheriff on their tail...

is just about as rare as a bucktoothed rooster.

What time we got, Luke?

I got five minutes before the entry deadline.

I'd sure hate to miss out on something as highfalutin as...

the First Annual J.D. Hogg Hazzard Derby.

You mean the First Annual J.D. Hogg Hazzard shoo-in.

- Hell, you got it. - First prize is $1,000.

With that, we can buy Uncle Jesse a new motor

for his tractor.

So they stretched out the General's legs...

since he's fixing to have a workout.

- $200. - It's all there, Cousin Boss.

Alright, Cletus...

just sign that entry form on the dotted line.

Right there on that dotted line.

- Okay. - Alright, that'll do. Next.

Here's my entry money, Boss.

Two great big Ben Franklins.

You know, he kind of favored you.

Yeah, you do.

Alright, just sign the entry form on the dotted line.

Right there on the dotted line.

Damn, Rosco.

Flash, listen, don't be barking at the Boss here.

He's on our side.

If you're gonna bark, bark at them two.

We got 12 seconds to spare.

- Congratulations. - Where does he sign, Boss?

Alright.

Just sign the entry form right here on the dotted line.

- Yes, sir. - Assuming you can write.

Just like that.

I hate to see y'all throw good money away like that.

What're you talking? Lee's the fastest car in Hazzard County.

- Everybody knows that. - Was the fastest car.

Before I put an old Cale Yarborough engine in mine.

Yes, sir. Y'all gonna be about the halfway point...

I'll be back here collecting my winnings.

- This I got to see. - Be my guest.

Come on, y'all. It's parked right outside.

I've done it! I've done it!

You've done it! What did you do?

I slickered them Duke boys real good.

Bo Duke signed this here entry form...

and he never even noticed the fine print.

I didn't see that myself.

It looks like just a little smudge on the bottom of the...

paper here.

You think so, huh? Use this.

Oh, that's a cute little thing here.

Let's see, it says here:

"The ownership of any car that loses...

"or withdraws will be forfeited to Mr. Jefferson Davis Hogg."

I knew that you had a scheme

in that chubby little head of yours.

That's the reason you sponsored the derby, right?

You just couldn't wait to get your grubby hands

on those souped-up cars.

Including them Dukes' orange clunker car.

- The General Lee. - Yeah, the General Lee.

Without their General Lee

them Dukes are as helpless as Samson was...

after Delilah gave him that haircut.

What if they win?

Oh, no, they ain't gonna win, knucklehead.

On account of you're gonna win.

- Oh, I... I'm gonna win? - Yeah, you.

With my secret weapon.

Oh, with your secret weapon.

I love that.

Exactly which secret weapon is that?

It's a secret.

- How much did that set you back? - Would you believe $3,000?

Aw. Ouch.

Plus few hundred more for a few little extras I stuck on there.

I tell you, it's a risky business.

I had to run a second mortgage

on the farm over at Boss Hogg's bank.

Cooter, that's a whole heap of money.

Especially at Boss Hogg interest rates.

And he ain't just whistling Dixie.

But I got a Grand Prix driver who's willing to pay $10,000...

providing I win the Hazzard County Derby.

Which I intend to do.

You gonna explain that to the General.

I intend to do that, too.

There's no time like the present.

We'll race you to the garage. Loser pays for all the beer.

You are on.

And you're gonna need yourselves something to drink.

To wash down my dust.

Let's go.

I didn't hear nothing about no racing.

- Take the shortcut here, y'all. - Yes, sir.

Y'all keep between the ditches, okay?

Yee-haw!

- Whoo! It smokes. - I know.

He's must have more than 500 horsepower in that dang thing.

You better hit the gas.

Oh, dang it.

You tore that up.

I swear, some people do just about anything...

to get out of a race they know they're losing.

We'll make you eat them words after you help change this tire.

Wipe that smile off your face and go grab a jack.

We need a hand here.

Oh!

What happened?

- Oh, man. - Are you alright?

No, man. I'm busted up my foot pretty bad here.

Give me your hand.

It's swelling up. I can feel it. Want to try to get...

Yeah, you better leave it on.

We better get you over to Doc Petticord right away.

Come on, Bo, give me a hand.

- Does it hurt? Watch out. - Yeah, it hurts.

- But not as bad as my pride. - Come on.

Now, this may look like Swamp Gothic to you.

But things in Hazzard ain't always what they appear to be.

'Cause inside is Ma Harper.

The slickest card bookie and slot lady this side of Vegas.

Ma's so crooked that...

she's been barred by the mafia for giving them a bad name.

Now, Let's see how good you boys learned your lessons for today.

- Beginning with Billy Gene. - Yes, Ma. Rule 1:

Always try to get them to sit between two of your kinfolk.

- That's it. - Rule 2:

Be sure to use your own deck...

so you know how the cards is marked.

- Fine. - Rule 3:

Only deal from the bottom of the deck when you have to...

which is most of the time.

It just does my heart good...

to hear my baby sons learning the important things in life.

- Oh, hello, Mabel. - Say hello from Rosco.

Will you please!

Hello from Rosco... Oh, no, damn!

Mabel, get me Ma Harper over at the Chickasaw County.

Hello? Who?

Well, Jefferson Davis Hogg, you old darling.

It's been some time since I heard your sweet voice.

What can I do for you?

Ma, look...

you being the biggest bookie in the tri-county area...

I want to place a bet with you of $5,000...

on Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane to win.

Ordinarily I don't mess with such piddling amounts...

but for old times' sake, you're on, honey.

Alright, thank you very much, Ma.

I knew I could count on you.

Here's something else you can count on.

If you lose...

I'm gonna send my boy Junior over to pick up your losings.

Bye now.

Eh, bye.

That fat, hairless Hogg.

Never risked a dime on anything that wasn't fixed.

Then why did you take his bet, Ma.

'Cause I'm gonna turn around

and place it with another bookie...

along with $5,000 of my own to go along with it.

Come, children.

Boss, you really think I'm gonna win that race?

Yep. Yep.

I can already picture what I'm gonna do

with that $1,000 winning money.

You ain't gonna get that. Just a cut.

My usual 50% of 50%.

I was thinking about 25% of 25%.

Boss, that don't seem exactly fair, you see.

I'll be doing the driving.

I ought to get my usual 50% of 50%, or even more.

That's right. You're right.

I will give you more. What do you say to...

50% of 50% of 50%?

- 50% of 50% of 50%? - Hmm-mm.

You know something...

I knew you were gonna give it to me in the end.

Yeah, the short end.

- That's exactly what I'm doing. - Just pinch your...

- Get away! - Chubby little cheeks.

HENRY PETTICORD M.D.

Good luck, Cooter. Be sure to do everything the doctor said.

Bye, Bo. Bye, Luke.

- Bye-bye. - Thanks.

Man, what a bad time for something like this to happen.

How does Doc expect me to drive in that race...

with this great big old white thing on my foot?

C'mon, let's get you to the garage.

Shoot fire.

Look, fellas, it says right there...

that anybody who withdraws from the race...

or loses the race...

is gonna give their pink slip up to Boss Hogg.

Yeah, we've been taken again.

You boys were so busy counting your winnings...

you didn't know J.D. Hogg was stealing the fillings

out of your teeth.

That's just for starters.

They've been talking about some kind of secret weapon...

that's gonna win the race for Rosco.

We ain't worried about Rosco, we're worried about Cooter.

What we gonna do about Cooter?

Cooter put himself out of commission helping you boys?

- Yes, sir. - You got to return the favor.

Since you're driving the General Lee

Luke will have to drive Cooter's car.

You mean race against Bo?

That wouldn't hardly be right. We were always a team.

There's a first time for everything.

Besides, you owe it to Cooter.

Well, now, don't that just blow your hat in the creek?

Duke driving against Duke.

Meanwhile, old Cooter had a few ideas of his own

on the subject, all of them bad.

- Ain't that Cooter? - It sure is.

Crazy C from Double D. This here is Luke.

You sure you sprained your ankle, not your head?

Thought Doc told you not to use that leg for a week.

Coming back at you, Double D.

Yeah, Doc ain't got his house and his farm and his dogs...

and everything riding on this race either.

I gotta find out if I can drive.

You don't have to, Cooter.

I'm gonna drive that car in the race for you.

I appreciate the offer, but not if I can help it, you know?

He's picking up speed, tell him to use the brakes.

Cooter, use your brakes.

I can't. My foot is stuck between the brake and the floor.

How about the emergency?

Ain't got one, took it off for the race.

I'm gonna have to ride this one out clean to the bottom, y'all.

Turn around, we'll slow him down.

- You got it. - Hold it steady, Cooter.

We're gonna try and make an end run around you.

They're gonna pull an end what?

I don't know about y'all

but I don't think that's gonna work.

Now, friends, this is gonna get thick.

Now, once you make contact, cut your engine.

I'll do it as soon as I get through praying.

So that's an end run.

Son of a guns.

Now, while the boys were saving Cooter...

Rosco and Boss was getting ready to slicker everybody

out of their cars. Especially the Dukes.

That is the secret.

Nitrous oxide?

Nitrous oxide, Boss? I mean, that stuff can be dangerous.

Not if you don't use it more than a few seconds at a time.

I see.

That stuff goes from that tank...

all the way underneath and then...

goes right through this little itty-bitty tube...

right into the carburetor.

That little bitty tube there, huh?

All you gotta do is press a button you'll find

on the dashboard...

and it triples your horsepower.

- Boss! - What's that?

I've got some terrible news. Cooter sprained his ankle.

He ain't gonna be able to race in the race.

He did that? What a cruel twist of fate.

I'm gonna run right over there...

and offer that poor boy my sympathy and condolences.

If you'll help me with this. Cletus...

What? Twenty-four. I know they got 34 on mine.

Cletus, don't you see what... You're...

You're gonna make me... Lift that!

Hello, Mabel?

Listen, you know how to use this new...

I don't figure Boss is fixing to wire Cooter

flowers and candy.

'Course, it ain't no trouble, J.D. honey...

to double your bet on Rosco to $10,000.

Only, if you lose...

I'm going to send Junior and the other boys over

to collect your losings.

Bye-bye.

Boys, I think it's time to insure our bets.

Ain't no sense in too many folks knowing I'm going to Hazzard.

Up till now, I always thought old Jesse's mule, Maudine...

was the stubbornest critter in Hazzard.

But compared to old Cooter, she's as soft as Daisy's smile.

Just tell me this, Cooter.

Just give me one good reason

why Luke here can't drive your car?

I can give you a dozen good reasons, Uncle Jesse.

These boys are the best drivers around here.

You put either one of them behind this engine...

they're gonna be a lead-pipe cinch to win.

Well, that's the name of the game, ain't it?

Not if it's gonna cost y'all the General Lee, no.

The General ain't lost a race in Hazzard County yet.

And he won't start now.

Especially since you're stuck with Luke driving.

- Stuck with Luke? - Yeah.

- I like that. - You should.

I taught you how to drive.

The heck you did. You didn't teach me nothing.

There is another good reason. They're fighting already.

Don't matter who wins, they'll be ticked off with each other.

Y'all's farm is liable to turn into a regular battlefield.

Well, we'd rather risk that than to see you beat

out of everything you own.

Sounds decided to me.

Yeah, looks like I'm gonna be driving that car...

and Bo's gonna be eating my dust the whole way.

Hey.

- Give me one of the same. - You got it.

Luke, you realize this is the first time you and me...

raced against each other when we weren't just playing around?

Yeah.

Deep down, each one of us thinks he's better than the other one.

Only we never had an opportunity to prove it.

Of course, it could be like Cooter says, though.

Whoever wins will make the other feel lower than a snake's belly.

I'll tell you...

if it wasn't for Boss winding up with General Lee after the race

I think I'd just forfeit, save you the embarrassment.

Look, don't do me no favors.

Your head's been getting too big for your hatband lately.

It's time we take you down a size or two.

You're welcome to try.

Good luck.

BOARS NEST

At the Boars Nest, while Boss and Rosco were

in the back scheming...

Daisy was setting up for the day's trade.

Hey, I'm sorry, but we're not open for lunch, ma'am.

Oh, that's why we came when we did, honey.

I know what kind of food Boss serves.

Come, children.

I'm gonna zip down this canyon...

Why, J.D. you old rascal!

Ma, Ma, Ma Harper!

If you ain't a sight for sore eyes!

To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?

Besides the thought of money?

Well, I figured it was about time you met my boys.

- Oh. - Yes, this is Billy Boy.

Billy Boy.

- And Billy Gene. - Yeah, Billy Gene.

And Junior.

Meet Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane.

The good Sheriff's gonna win me a fortune

in the Hazzard County Derby with our unbeatable secret weapon.

Alright, Junior, turn him loose.

We ain't ready for him yet.

What do you mean "yet"?

Well, since J.D. had confidence enough

to place $10,000 on you to win...

I've done the same.

And I brought my boys to protect my interests.

Me and Billy Boy are going to be entering our own cars...

just to make sure don't nobody beat you.

Wrong. See, that's wrong.

See, you didn't get your entry blank in, in time.

Sheriff, don't tell me you forgot those two entry blanks

that come through the mail...

postmarked much earlier than that.

Oh, them entry blanks!

Now, how about a special showing of that secret weapon?

See, I'd like to. I really would. But you see...

I can't tip my hand.

Junior.

Listen...

- don't scuff me, I'm the law. - Ma, see you.

Don't you threaten me.

I'm a sheriff. I'm Rosco P. Coltrane

and I'm not about to... Listen, I'm serious.

I'm not going to show you any of my secrets.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do...

I'm gonna back it up and get a good run at it.

You ain't gonna see speed.

What Rosco didn't know was...

two other entrants were having a little test run, too.

And Rosco should've remembered that road was blocked.

He picked up the graft money from the construction company.

You know, somedays, nothing works right.

Cletus, much as I hate to say this about my own kin...

you got yourself a terminal case of the stupids.

Thought you told me Cooter's car was out of the race.

Buzzard on a buzz saw, Boss.

How could I know Cooter's gonna get Luke to drive his car?

Especially against the General Lee.

Oh, Ma!

What you've just seen out there was my secret weapon.

There ain't no other car gonna be able to beat that.

They sure can't, J.D., sugar.

After all, they gotta show up to beat him.

Luke?

Either Rosco's learned how to drive or...

You know, I bet he's using nitrous oxide.

Yeah, must be that secret weapon Daisy was talking about.

I'm gonna take this car over to the old abandoned airstrip...

just to see what kind of secret weapon it is.

And I'd appreciate it if you didn't follow me, alright?

That's a big 10-4.

Regardless of what Ma had up her sleeve besides cars...

I figured that she couldn't cause old Bo and Luke

half the trouble that they're starting to cause themselves.

What're you doing to the car?

Just tuning him up like I always do before a race.

You had fuel mixture awfully lean.

So you just thickened it up for me out of the kindness

of your Duke heart?

You might say that.

Might I also say that you made him so he'd flood out...

as soon as I stepped on him at the beginning of the race?

You know better than that.

If you're smart, do it yourself.

Looks like old Cooter was right.

They're are too competitive to be going at each other.

Once I get to Shelby Road, that'll put him at halfway mark.

Then I'll cut through the trees over here...

What're you doing looking at my road map?

I'm just showing Daisy how I'm gonna beat you in the race.

Taking all my shortcuts?

You mean these chicken tracks over here?

No, sir, wasn't even looking at them.

Sure.

Luke, I don't take kindly being called a liar by nobody.

If the shoe fits...

- What about if the fist fits? - Now quit.

You two are carrying on like banty roosters and the race

ain't started yet.

Don't talk to me. He started it.

And I'll finish it, too, in the race.

Providing you get that far.

Don't you forget about that little old lady Daisy said...

was so sure you weren't gonna make it to the starting line.

To keep the General Lee safe...

old Bo hid him in the barn...

knowing that that was the first place

the Harper boys would look.

The dang fools left the keys in the car.

We don't even gotta hot-wire it.

I'll go open the door as soon as the motor turns over.

It won't hardly start without this here rotor.

Set them down.

Alright, that's enough.

Alright.

Who're you, what do you want

and what are you doing on my farm?

These two fellas were at the Boars Nest yesterday...

with that little old lady I was telling you about.

There's also another one the size of a grizzly bear.

- They was visiting with Boss. - That sounds about right.

Boss knows Rosco can't outrace us...

so he sends out reinforcements to eliminate the competition.

Well.

You just go on back and tell J.D. Hogg

his little scheme didn't work.

And I catch you around my farm again...

I'm gonna make a citizen's arrest for car-napping. Now get.

I'd believe him, boys, if I was you.

Now get out of here.

Alright.

It's nice to see you two working together again, for a change.

This little ruckus proved one thing.

You two ain't feuding no more.

I was just protecting the General. I don't want...

Bo to have no excuses for losing tomorrow.

- Luke. - Go to bed.

It's about a half-hour before race time

and things are pretty quiet.

But knowing Boss, old Cooter was on the lookout for trouble.

Only, he never figured it'd come wrapped in

lavender and old lace.

Excuse me, ma'am, I'm sorry.

What can I do for you?

I was hoping you could help me locate the Duke farm.

I want to pay a surprise visit to my old friend Jesse.

I sure can. That'll be a pleasant surprise for him.

I'll tell you what I'll do better than that.

I'll go call on the CB out to the farm...

and have Daisy or the boys come here and get you.

So nice of you. If I had boys of my own...

I would hope they'd all be as kind and considerate as you.

Shucks, ma'am. I'm just like the rest of the boys around here.

Oh, I can't believe that.

My goodness, would you look at this?

Would you just... This brings back memories.

My late husband drove a car just like this.

He did?

Ma'am, your husband had just as good a taste in cars

as he had in ladies.

Thank you.

Would you let me sit behind that wheel for just a minute...

while you make that call on the CB?

I don't see why not.

Why don't you just climb right aboard?

Alright. I think it goes something like this...

and then like this, I've seen this done.

You've got it.

- There we are. - You be careful now.

Not on your grease gun, buddy.

Ma'am!

I think I done been had.

Breaker 1. Might be crazy but I ain't dumb. Crazy Cooter coming.

Any of y'all Dukes home on the Hazzard net?

I sure hope so. I'm in a mess of trouble.

Cooter, we're all here. What's wrong, honey?

Everything's wrong.

Nicest little old lady you ever saw just swiped my car.

That's her! The one that was at the Boars Nest

with them yahoos you caught last night.

Let's hope she's no smarter than they are.

- Cooter, where she's headed? - West, out of town.

Alright, I'll try and find her right away.

Do it fast. That race starts at 11:00. I'm gone, y'all.

I'm gonna help you. You don't need no built-in excuses

not to race in this race.

We'll see you at the starting line, Daisy. Take her easy.

Yee-haw!

Shepherd to Lost Sheep. Shepherd to Lost Sheep.

Come in. You got your ears on?

Got you loud and clear, Uncle Jesse. What's up?

I'm here at the end of old Mill Road

and I just seen Cooter's car go by.

Looks like it's driven by some little old lady.

- Which way is she headed? - Towards Seminole Canyon.

And she was driving like she had a trunk-load of shine...

and a whole bunch of revenuers on her tail.

- Alright. We're after her. - Hang on.

Yee-haw!

You fly like that, we'll have to weld a pair of wings on General.

It's mighty funny you should mention that, Luke.

I was thinking of dragging some boat anchors...

so you could keep up with me in the race.

Funny boy.

Now, Junior was waiting in Boss' borrowed car

which he hot-wired.

I tell you, Ma Harper's family is tough on cars.

Now, darling, you get some tree branches and cover the car.

Put it down here.

If anyone comes along, drive it over the edge.

Why don't I do that anyway?

Then I could ride back to town with you.

Because there's an engine in there worth a lot of cash...

and we might as well have it, instead of Boss.

Put me down, so I can drive Boss' car to town

before he misses it.

Now be sweet, darling.

Now, spotting the car wasn't too tough for the Duke boys...

once old Jesse knew which direction she was headed in.

Hey, Bo, up ahead, behind them bushes.

Would you look at that?

I'll be a son of a gun.

Yes, sir.

How about that?

Well, that ain't a half bad job of camouflaging

for all the good it's gonna do them.

- It's a long way down. - Let's get this garbage off...

and get this car to the starting line.

Yes, sir.

Alright. Alright. Alright.

Look out, Luke!

Of course, they didn't figure on disturbing Junior.

He must have been grazing for lunch.

Come here, you!

Alright. Bo, I got him where I want him now.

I'll get you, if it's the last thing I do.

He don't look like he's hurting too bad.

You're not gonna get away with this.

I'm sorry if I've been getting a little crazy lately.

I don't blame you for getting so feisty.

Shoot, all the lip I've been giving you.

Thing is, now's a pretty bad time for us to be feuding.

I'm gonna break every bone in your body when I get up there.

Don't think I ain't gonna try to whip your tail in that race.

You'd better try.

Uncle Jesse will whip both our butts if we both didn't try.

- Here, give me that. - Good luck!

I'll follow you.

Alright. You're gonna be sorry you ever tangled with me.

Bo, watch out for that drop.

Now you tell me.

You alright?

Yeah, Luke, I'm fine...

but the General took an awful bad spill there.

Looks like you put together a good one, Donna Sue.

I sure enough did.

Peanuts, hot dogs! Get them while they're hot.

Three minutes to starting time. I wonder where them boys are.

I don't know, sir, but tell you the truth

I don't care if they show up with my car.

That's no way to talk.

Unless they do, and Luke wins the race

you're gonna be belly-up, honey.

Maybe so, but if Boss comes up winners on this deal...

I'm the one that's gonna be responsible.

Things just won't ever be the same after that.

Well, there goes another fence for the Dukes to mend.

You know, they put in about three days a month doing that.

We got about two minutes to meet the deadline.

How's the General doing?

Well, I ain't so sure.

He's still rolling along, but he's..

You got everything straight?

- Yeah. - You've got your helmet wrong.

No wonder it was hard to breathe.

Forget it. You know how everything works here?

- Yeah, I press this button... - Don't do it now!

Remember, there's gonna be Duke boys in each car, so...

Don't you worry about a thing. Even if this nitrous oxide...

Even if this nitrous oxide don't work...

I've got a lot of other tricks up my sleeve.

Ain't that right, Flash?

Don't tell me you're counting on help from that mutt?

Yeah.

Jesse, they're still not here.

Just quit your fussing and fretting, they'll be along.

They'll be along, if they gotta be pushing them cars.

Of course, they never do what you expect them to do.

I want to be next to Boss Hogg when this thing starts.

Seeing as how Cooter would have recognized her

at the starting line...

Ma Harper found another way to continue her boys' education.

Alright, remember, boys, you ain't in this race to win.

We've got $10,000 riding on Rosco.

So you wreck any car that gets near him. But be sweet about it.

- I want to be proud of you. - Don't worry. We'll handle it.

You'd better. Because if you don't...

you still ain't too big to get your britches warmed

with a hickory stick.

Come on, now. Come on.

They got a surprise coming.

Alright, everybody!

I reckon this race is just about ready to start.

Well, maybe, by your clock, but my clock says they got...

exactly one minute left.

Here they come, Bo and Luke both!

Yee-haw!

On your mark, get set...

Not yet, you ninny.

- Come on! Come on! - Hang on, Flash! Here we go!

Stop! Stop where you are, or I'll shoot.

You cow chip! I'll fine you for destruction

of county property. Namely me!

Rosco gave J.D. his comedownnance.

- And his rolling. - Yeah, he's picking up speed.

- Nothing's gonna stop him now. - Except maybe them.

Go get him, boys!

You can do it! I know you can! C'mon!

Well, that's two out, thanks to Rosco.

Lucas, could've cut ahead of me there, why didn't you?

That's funny. I was about to ask you the same thing.

Watch this, Flash.

Buzzard on a buzz saw! I need a detour, fast.

Rosco booby-trapped the road! Hang a sharp right!

At the halfway point, Rosco was ahead.

Followed by Bo, Luke, Cletus, and the Harper boys.

Fat buddy, this is Rosco.

If you're on the phone, I'm halfway home.

Rosco, don't you "fat little buddy" me!

Now, how far behind you are them dang Duke boys?

They're about 100 yards, that's all.

You better make that 1,000 yards behind you...

if you want a job waiting for you when you get back.

Listen, Boss, if they can't see it, they can't catch it.

I'm gone.

Now for my secret weapon, the smoke.

That's too much smoke. Pull over, Luke.

Cletus, stay out of that smoke.

Well, I kind of figured on that, didn't you?

I love it!

We'd best cut across country.

It's the only way to beat Rosco across that finish line.

Right behind you, cousin.

Yee-haw!

Yahoo!

Good news, Flash.

We're gonna win. And we're gonna celebrate tonight.

I'm gonna get myself a big T-bone steak.

Gonna get you a little doggy-biscuit.

They're gonna try that old squeeze play.

Bo, give it everything you got.

The Harpers are trying a little squeeze play on Bo and Luke.

But all the Harpers got was each other.

Boy! I'm glad I ain't gonna be having to face old Ma Harper

at supper.

Uncle Jesse! Here they come.

- I see them. - The General Lee's out front!

I'm telling y'all, I don't know whether to holler or cry.

Oh, Cooter.

Luke, I've lost all my forward gears.

Sorry to hear that, cousin.

Just keep the General out of my way.

Told you, all my forward gears are out, but not the reverse.

See you at the finish line.

Ain't nothing gonna stop me now, Bo.

That dang fool's trying to back her in.

That just proves us Dukes never give up, forwards or backwards.

Well, neither do I.

Rosco, this is J.D. Hogg here.

Now's the time to hit the button for the nitro...

For the secret weapon.

Now, keep hitting it till I tell you to stop.

Flash, feel that power?

Hang on, Flash. This landing's going to be a doozy.

I can't believe they finished dead even!

We both won! We both won!

Not only did Boss have to cough up the $10,000

that he bet on Rosco...

but Ma made him pay the $10,000 that she lost on the race.

Which didn't do her any good...

since the State Police were waiting to close her down

when she got home.

So she'd have to finish educating her boys

in the state penitentiary.

Cooter sold his engine for more than enough money

to get out of hock to Boss.

As for Bo and Luke, neither of them

found out which one was the best driver.

But they did agree on one thing.

They wasn't ever going to try to find out.

You know, I kind of like that.

Don't you?