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- Freeze! - He's already frozen.

What's going on here? What's happening to my family?

The Dukes are in a heap of trouble when Bo gets amnesia...

and Boss Hogg gets a son.

Say hello to your daddy.

- Bo Hogg? - Bo Hogg?

Bo Hogg.

- Anything you say, Daddy. - That's my boy.

Trust me.

Is that all?

Just the good ol' boys

Never meanin' no harm

Beats all you've never saw, been in trouble with the law

Since the day they was born

Straightenin' the curve

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 good ol' boys

Wouldn't change if they could

Fightin' the system like a true modern day Robin Hood

In Hazzard County...

a youngster growing up learns the four "R's."

Reading, 'riting, 'rithmetic, and racing.

It ain't no secret which "R" the Duke boys like the best.

Old Bo was in a loaner from Cooter...

and Luke was in the General, and they were out for a run.

Them boys would have raced if they had to ride on tricycles.

Meanwhile, Cletus was on the job, as usual.

Look out, Bo. Trouble up ahead.

There's no time. We gotta go around it, Luke.

We got us some fence mending to do!

Okay, I got you Duke boys for speeding this time.

Now, pull over! Please.

Can't do that. I got me a date to go boar hunting.

Come on, fellas, just this once, pull over.

Now, Bo, you heard the deputy, pull over.

Buzzards on a buzz saw.

I guess today ain't the day to ask Boss for no raise.

That old clunker Cooter loaned me ain't half bad.

Get out the way, you. Come on.

Luke, you sure you don't wanna go hunting with me?

Well, Bo, I sure would like to...

but I'll be doing a little camping of my own on Saturday.

Yeah, with Betty Rogers, isn't it?

I'll tell you what, when I get back

we will all be eating high on the boar.

- You get one, I'll cook it. - Yes, sir, Uncle Jesse.

Now, who would've ever figured that anything so peaceful...

would get the Dukes into more trouble

than a bee romancing a buzz saw?

And in Hazzard trouble usually begins here.

- There you go, Boss. - Yeah.

Thank you.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

- I hate you. - J.D. Hogg talking.

This is C.V. Gumble here, over in Chickasaw.

J.D., honey, have you found anybody...

to drive that shipment for me yet?

Not yet, C.V., honey.

But I'm trying.

I can't find me a truck driver down here...

who ain't afraid of that Shooting Sheriff you got up there.

J.D., honey, I am desperate.

My customers are so dry they're sneezing dust.

I am willing to pay you four times the going rate.

Four times the going...

Four times the going rate.

Oh, my! That's a mighty tempting offer, C.V.

Look, I guarantee you, I will find a driver.

And I'll be getting back to you real quick, honey.

- Bye, C.V. - Real quick.

Rosco.

C.V. Gumble's offering four times the going rate

for third-rate moonshine.

And I can't find me a driver.

It's enough to make a grown man cry.

Listen, I have a handkerchief in my car. I'll get it to you.

Forget your handkerchief!

- Let's use your car. - Okay.

There's gotta be a greedy truck driver out there somewhere...

who ain't no fraidy-cat, and I aim to find him.

Let's go. Come on.

Stop! There's my driver.

The volesly one. Get over there! There, there!

When Boss started out...

he sold patent medicine, vacuum cleaners...

used cars and Bibles, door to door.

So selling this truck driver should be like

taking candy from a baby.

Bubba, listen, have I got a gig for you.

I want you to take a load of moonshine...

at double your regular driving fee.

Bubba, I don't think you heard me.

I said double your regular driving fee.

Money ain't no good if you ain't around to spend it.

I ain't tangling with that Sheriff Little, no how.

Sheriff Little. Sheriff Little. That's all I ever hear.

- The man's human, ain't he? - I ain't so sure.

Me, neither.

He once wrote a moving violation

on an illegal left-hand turn...

to his own daughter.

And when it comes to sniffing out shine...

the only thing quicker than his nose is his trigger finger.

- Yeah, but... - He'd rather shoot you than talk to you.

- I know... - Chickasaw County?

Forget it, Mr. Hogg.

Bubba, listen.

Boss, it looks like there ain't a crooked driver...

gonna drive for you in Hazzard County.

I knew it.

Rosco, this is the most frustrating moment...

in my whole entire life.

- Rosco, that's Bo Duke. - That's him alright.

Ain't you gonna give him a ticket?

What am I gonna give him a ticket for?

He ain't speeding or nothing.

Give him a ticket for something, will you?

Don't tell me you're going honest on me, too.

The whole dang world is letting me down.

Not Rosco P. Coltrane.

He wouldn't let his little, fat buddy down.

Alright! Hang on, Flash!

- We're in hot pursuit! - Yeah, come on!

Get out and move along.

Over there! There, there!

Let me outta here! We got him.

Alright! I got you!

He fell.

- Bo, you alright? - He's alright.

I wish he'd say that.

He will when you slap the cuffs on him.

Bo?

- He ain't moving. - That's 'cause he's faking.

Here, I'll cover you while you examine the suspect.

- Freeze! - Boss, he's already frozen.

Well, that's a trick.

- He's breathing. - That's another trick.

I don't know. He don't look good.

He never look good.

I think he hit his head on that log and hurt himself.

Well, I think maybe you're right.

I better get him to Doc Petticord.

Doc can't help him now.

- Why? - Doc's out of town.

Then we'll get him to the Tri-County Emergency.

Let's do that. They got a good charity ward.

I guess Bo knew what he was doing, heading off chasing possum.

You kids can shuck and jive me about fixing this porch just long enough.

Hey, Earl, how you doing?

No, Bo left here about two hours ago.

Maybe he got a flat tire or something.

Okay. Sure, of course. Bye.

That was Earl Hooper, up in Greenriver.

Bo hasn't showed up yet.

Even with a flat tire, Bo should've been there by now.

- I wonder what happened? - Yeah.

How are you feeling?

- Where am I? - Tri-County Emergency.

I'm Dr. Floyd. You took a blow to the head.

How did it happen?

You went off the road, don't you remember?

No, sir.

I'm gonna ask you a few simple questions...

to determine the extent of your injuries.

So, suppose we start by telling me your name.

My name is...

Doc, I don't remember my name.

- Where do you live? - I don't remember that, either.

- Doc, what's the matter with me? - Take it easy.

It's quite common in an injury like that.

There's nothing to worry about.

Well, shoot, that's real easy for you to say.

You know who you are. I don't even know who I am.

It's obvious, sir. Your son has a temporary case of amnesia.

His son? Amnesia?

Doc, you've made one horrendous mistake.

No, I haven't made a mistake. It's amnesia, alright.

That's not the mistake I'm talking about.

I'm talking about him being his...

Pay no mind to the boy's uncle, Doc.

He's gone swimmy-headed about this nephew of his...

and worked himself up into a state.

Bo!

Say hello to your daddy.

Talk about bad luck.

Friends and neighbors, how'd you like to wake up to that.

- You're my daddy? - That's right. I'm J.D. Hogg.

Jefferson Davis Hogg. And you're my son, Bo.

- Bo Hogg? - Bo Hogg?

Bo Hogg.

Did y'all get that?

- It's good to see you, Daddy. - That's my boy.

He ought to be back to normal in about three or four days.

Three or four days? That'll be just fine.

You come along. We'll get you your shirt and shoes...

- and get you all fixed up. - Thank you.

Now, you do just what the doc tells you to do, sonny.

Listen, I know for a fact...

that you and Lulu have never had any children.

Will you just hold it? Don't you see?

What?

Life has just taken a U-turn for me. Ain't it glorious?

I found me a driver for my shine.

Not if you're talking about Bo Duke.

See, those Dukes hate you. Bo ain't gonna drive for you.

Maybe not Bo Duke...

but there never was a more loyal son

to his daddy than Bo Hogg.

Listen, I feel real bad

about not remembering you or anything.

Don't worry about that, son.

Doc says you're gonna get your memory back very soon.

But not too soon.

What I mean to say is, I hope it's real soon.

You just have to forgive your Uncle Rosco, sonny.

He's just gone out of his mind worrying about you.

- You're my Uncle Rosco? - Yeah, I am. Hi, nephew.

- You're a sheriff, ain't you? - Yeah, that's the badge.

I kinda remember something about a sheriff.

- You do? - No, you don't.

- No, you don't. - I don't?

No. Don't strain yourself, sonny.

Uncle Rosco, take him out to the car.

Sure. Right this way.

Lots of rest and his mother's home cookin'.

That's the best medicine.

Not in this case, Doc.

On account of seeing him in his present condition...

would only worry his mama. That's Lulu.

I'm gonna take him straight out to the Boars Nest...

where he can get fresh air, lots of rest...

and stay out of circulation.

I don't know what to tell you. I guess you better go hunting by yourself.

Listen, if he shows up over there...

tell him to call home right away.

Yeah. Alright.

I'm gonna call the sheriff, and see if any accidents have been reported.

Mabel, I know you've been listening. So just give me Sheriff Rosco.

Well, then give me Cletus.

What do you mean he's out, too? Wait. Why don't they...

She hung up.

What kind of a sheriff's department is that?

How can you report a missing person

if your sheriff's department is missing?

Come on, Daisy, let's go.

You two see if you can find Rosco.

I'll check the garages between here and Greenriver.

Boss couldn't take him home to Lulu.

Her cooking would kill a buzzard.

BOARS NEST CLOSED TODAY FOR INVENTORY

Well, well, well.

Here we are. This is the Boars Nest.

You practically live here, sonny.

Your home away from home. You remember this place?

The Boars Nest?

Daddy, I'm sorry. I just don't remember a thing.

I bet once we get inside...

if I look around it'll help me remember.

'Cause then I'll be able to see all my own things.

Your own things? Yeah, alright, alright.

Here, you just go inside.

Stay close to the door. I'll be right with you.

- I gotta talk to your uncle. - Yes, sir.

I think I'll go with him.

Rosco, you hightail it to the Duke farm. Quick, like.

And you swipe a bushel full of Bo's personal things...

souvenirs, pictures, anything. You hear me?

But that'd be stealing. I ain't stole anything in my whole life.

You mean, I'm gonna steal in broad daylight?

It ain't stealing.

When you're sheriff, it's confiscating.

Now get along, will you?

Sonny! Sonny!

There you are. Good. You just stay put right there.

We're closed today...

but Daddy himself is gonna fix you a nice, little old snack.

Hog jowls on cornbread...

Daddy, I ain't quite as hungry as I thought.

Dipped in molasses.

That's your favorite.

OUT - IN Trust me.

Buzzards on a buzz saw. You gotta believe me, Luke.

Daisy, I have checked every hospital, even the state police...

and there have been no accidents reported involving anybody named Duke.

Sounds to me like we gotta file a missing persons report.

I'd love to help, but only Sheriff can do that.

- Well, where is he? - I don't know.

He hasn't called in today. Must be something terribly important.

Let's go, Daisy.

Looks like we'll have to track down Rosco ourselves.

Sure hope Bo turns up okay.

Now, Boss may call that confiscating...

and Rosco may not know for sure what it is...

but where I come from, that's about one to five.

Flash, don't you look at me that way.

I got it, Flash.

Listen, Flash, you gotta understand.

Sometimes even an honest sheriff...

has to bend the law once in a while.

Especially when the man giving orders will split the loot with me.

Namely, Boss Hogg.

Alright, it's Rosco!

Sheriff Rosco, this here is Luke Duke. Come in, please.

Luke.

Looks like we better go after him.

They found us out.

We done been caught with our paws in the biscuit box.

This is embarrassing.

This is a switch, us chasing him.

Old Rosco knew he couldn't shake them...

and he couldn't lead them back to the Boars Nest.

So he did the only thing that he could do...

he stopped.

Great gobs of goose goo.

And I get caught. Just hush.

Alright, you Dukes. What the heck are you doing?

Sorry, Rosco, but this is urgent. Bo is missing.

Of course he is.

He is?

Yeah. He went Greensville, but he never made it.

We decided to track you down

so we could file a missing persons report.

Is that all? That's all. That's it.

What do you mean, is that all?

You see, I'm sorry about Bo.

But, you see, I can't mess around with that piddling stuff.

I'm on an emergency call. Toodle-oo.

Rosco sure acted strange.

Even jumpier than usual. Piddly things.

Flash.

Flash, it's not stealing.

I have to explain to everybody it's confiscating.

I made it. I made it.

Daddy Hogg, I'm back.

I'm coming, Uncle Rosco.

Sonny, I gotta go in there

and talk to your Uncle Rosco for a minute.

Now, you finish all them hog jowls.

I wanna see a clean plate.

Yes, sir.

That's my good boy.

Alright, you, get that stuff here.

We just got to get it up on the wall.

Here we go. That goes right there.

Listen, Boss.

- I got some bad news, though. - What?

The Dukes, they're out there looking for Bo.

Oh, yeah? Just let them look.

They can have him right back

as soon as we finish my shine run.

What worries me is that amnesia will wear off of Bo's brain.

Will you stop fretting about that?

You heard the doc, didn't you?

It'll only take Bo two or three days to get back to normal.

- You bean brain! - What?

What'd you bring this picture of the Dukes for?

- It's a nice... - Come on now.

If Bo gets one look at this, our goose is cooked, ain't it?

I finished my hog jowls, Daddy.

Well, ain't you a good boy.

Sonny, look around here. You remember this little room?

It's the favorite part of your home away from home.

- Go on, look around. - Look around.

You remember it, now?

You know, this poster here sure brings back some memories.

What sort of memories?

Seems like I was in a car, maybe in a race.

Oh, them memories.

Yeah, you're just like your old daddy, namely, me.

You always liked fast cars and fast women.

And fast food.

- What's that, Uncle Rosco? - What? I don't see anything.

Daddy, now you come on.

I see it. It's behind your back. Now what is it?

So you did notice that, huh?

Well, that's a little warning.

This is a photo of the horrible Duke family.

Jesse Duke, Daisy Duke, and Luke Duke.

The Duke family?

- You recognize 'em? - No, you don't.

- I don't? - No.

No, sir.

This guy here in the cap, he looks kind of nice.

Nice?

The Duke family is a menace to the county.

They're a mean bunch of no good varmints.

Always poking their nose in other people's business.

- Mainly here. - Namely mine.

And if you ever meet up with any of them...

you avoid them like the plague.

Yes, sir, Daddy.

And speaking of the Dukes...

there goes a couple of the "no good varmints" right now...

checking out the road to Greenriver for any sign of Bo.

Daddy, these trophies sure are neat.

What's that up there on the wall?

Is that some kind of award?

That sure is. It's a Hazzard Citizen of the Year Award.

Given to Bo Hogg.

Sure made your daddy awful proud of you.

It sure seems like I'd remember something like that.

It seems kinda funny, you and me being father and son.

We don't look a thing alike.

Of course you do. I mean, you did.

You used to be the splitting image of each other.

You looked like two peas in a pot.

You wouldn't believe it, but Boss used to be skinny.

Had a whole bunch of fuzzy hair on top of his fat head.

I've had a hard life. The years have taken their toll on me.

If he was a building, he'd be condemned.

While Luke and Daisy were beating the bushes...

for any sign of Bo...

Uncle Jesse was asking everybody for any leads

they might have.

- J.D. Hogg here. - C.V. here.

Hello. Hello, hello, C.V., honey.

Listen, I am desperate, J.D.

I'll up my offer to ten times the going rate.

Ten times the going rate.

I have got to have that shipment.

I'm gonna see that you get it.

You mean you finally found somebody

that ain't afraid of Sheriff Little?

I sure did, C.V.

My boy ain't afraid of nobody.

He would be, if he had one eye and half-sense.

He'd be afraid of Shooting Sheriff Little.

Now, when Little finds moonshine, he gets awful testy.

Now them two are revenue boys.

Now that there is their evidence.

You can just imagine what he does to folks that drive it.

C.V., honey, that order is on its way. Bye.

Sonny, your Uncle Rosco and me have gotta go out on business.

Why don't you stretch out in my barber's chair...

and take yourself a nice, long nap.

- Daddy, I ain't tired. - You hush up.

You gotta pay attention to your daddy.

That's right. The doctor said a rest will do you good.

Now, you just stretch out here and when I get back...

I'm gonna ask you to do me a big favor.

- Anything you say, Daddy. - That's my boy.

We won't be long. Goodnight. Sleep tight.

Don't let the bedbugs bite. - Don't let the bedbugs bite.

- Alright, Rosco. Rosco! - What?

Come on.

We gotta skedaddle up over to the still...

and make sure that that shine is bottled and ready.

At ten times the going rate.

- Ten times. - It's just like Christmas.

More like Father's Day.

However, old Bo had too much on his mind for napping.

"J.D.H."

I bet them's Daddy's keys. He might be needing them.

Daddy!

Uncle Rosco! I got your keys.

We've been all over these back roads.

There ain't no sign of an accident.

- No skid marks. - No busted trees or bushes.

Excuse me. Could y'all tell me where I can find Mr. J.D. Hogg?

Bo, where have you been?

You're them Dukes. I don't want no part of you...

- What's he doing? - He's crazy. Let's find out.

Watch out, Luke.

So you wanna play dirty, huh?

Now, friends and neighbors, this is the biggest mess...

since the dog chased the chickens through the sorghum vat.

That Duke fella is a pretty fair driver.

But, Bo Hogg, he ain't as good as you.

Hazzard.

I bet I can find my daddy there.

Hazzard, here we come.

I know how you feel but worrying never helped nothing.

Can't help but worry about it.

I mean, I've looked everywhere...

and it's almost as if he's just dropped off of the face of the Earth.

Jesse, he'll show up.

- What are you stopping for? - There's Bo Duke.

- Bo. - It's him.

Bo, there you are.

You Dukes is all over the place!

Bo, wait! Wait!

Jesse's seen him.

If he tells Jesse that you're his daddy...

the fertilizer's gonna hit the fan blades.

Stop blabbering and head him off.

We gotta get that boy out of here. Come on.

That's it, come on. Pull over on him. Pull over on him.

Come on, get him. Come on, get him.

What're you doing in town, sonny?

I thought I told you to take a nice, long nap.

Yes, you did, but I couldn't sleep.

Besides, I found your keys on the floor.

- Keys? - Thought you might need them.

Don't say that so loud.

- What, keys? - Never mind what.

Here comes one of them ornery Dukes I was telling you about.

Let's get out of here before they contaminate us.

Hold it, J.D., I want to talk to Bo.

He don't wanna talk to you, you polecat.

I think maybe we should talk to the man.

Hush, hush, hush. Rosco, let's get out of here.

Bo. Bo.

Am I glad to see you kids.

You'll never guess what just happened.

- I've just seen Bo. - So did we.

But he completely ignored me. Wouldn't talk to me.

Same with us.

He just rode off with J.D. and Rosco...

like they were bosom buddies or something.

Something's gotta be wrong. Bo would never do that in his right mind.

He'd never borrow a car and bring it back like this...

without saying he was sorry, neither.

Maybe, he banged his head or had an accident or something.

That's why he's acting so airheaded.

Amnesia.

Luke always was the quick one.

You think J.D. is taking advantage of him?

I'm going over there to J.D.'s house

and beat some of that suet out of him.

Uncle Jesse, just settle down. We're just guessing.

We'll trail him for a while, see what we can find out.

You stay close on the CB. We'll be talking at you.

What's going on here? What's happening to my family?

Well, like I've always told you, sonny...

if you and I are going to get along...

you're gonna have to remember one thing...

when your daddy tells you to do something, he means it.

I'm sorry, Daddy, Uncle Rosco, I was just trying to help y'all.

I guess I'll go take that nap now.

You can forget about that nap.

Right now I've got something more important for you to do.

By now, you'd think they'd leave that motor running.

I'm about to give you all the details

of that important job you gotta do.

So you pay real strict attention.

Now, Bo, I want you to think hard and tell me...

if you remember ever having driven through Chickasaw County?

Chickasaw County?

No, sir. I don't recollect.

Well, it ain't far.

He's been there a million times, Luke.

I want you to make a delivery to a C.V. Gumble.

This is her address.

Just exactly what is it you want me to deliver?

Oh, well...

- it's a load of sorghum. - Fertilizer.

- Fertilizer. - Sorghum.

- Sorghum. - Fertilizer.

You through? Alright.

Looks like the sorghum is about to hit the fertilizer.

Bo, you watch careful 'cause I'm gonna...

If Boss is shipping it, it's gotta be shine.

Yeah, somebody that we know is going to violate his probation.

It's time to go in and drag him out of there.

No, listen, I'm telling him how to go.

It's the Dukes! It's the Dukes!

- Come on, Rosco! - Hi, Daisy, Luke.

- Rosco, quick, arrest them. - Alright, I'll arrest them.

- Now, sonny... - On what grounds?

They're on my grounds. Make it trespassing. Get them!

Cletus, arrest them!

- Get the lights. - Wait!

Oh, oh. Where're you going, sonny?

Just going in there to help my Uncle Rosco.

There's no need to. He's got everything under control.

That smarted.

Alright, Daisy Duke.

No, Daddy, I've got to help him out.

He's got his deputy to help him out.

Hey, Cletus, come on over here.

You're getting my dander up now, boy.

You alright back there, Cletus?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Let's get out of here.

Cletus! Get up.

Follow your leader.

That smarts.

- I see you there. Freeze it! - Sheriff, they're getting away.

Of course they're getting away. Get in your vehicle.

- Yes, sir. - That's my vehicle.

This is your vehicle, dipstick.

Everything's gonna be all just fine.

Right now, you and me gotta be going...

to get you ready for your drive to Chickasaw County...

with that load of sh-sh-sorghum.

Down Hazzard and Chickasaw way...

news travels faster than a turpentine can.

Fact is, right now, Sheriff Little

is getting wind of Boss's shine shipment.

And he ain't even started it yet.

I'll be waiting. Thanks for the tip.

I owe you one. 10-4.

I hate litter.

It's a low down shame for old Bo...

but the only ones that can save him...

from driving into that trap are on the run themselves.

Cletus, this is Sheriff Rosco.

We got them trapped now.

Yes, sir. I mean, yes, sir.

Luke, there's a gully up ahead.

Friends, they ain't never gonna get out of this...

if they don't stop flying off in all directions

like a bunch of guinea hens.

Oh, Jesus!

Cletus, you dipstick!

What are you trying to do? Stuff my dog?

Oh, Flash.

Lost Sheep calling Shepherd. Come in, Shepherd, please.

This is Shepherd. What'd you find out about Bo?

I can't talk on the air, so meet us at Pine Ridge crossroad.

- And, Shepherd, please hurry. - I'm down and gone.

I'll see you, Coot.

That's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Alright.

Put them in. Put them in. Now hurry it up.

- Everything all tuned up good? - Yes, sir.

Alright, then.

Hey, Boss, listen. I hate to tell you...

- Then don't. - I've got to.

Luke Duke and Daisy got away from me.

Rosco, if there was a prize for jackass of the year...

- you'd win it hoofs down. - I appreciate that.

It's too late for them to stop Bo now.

Okay, boys, here. That's for you. Now get lost.

Okay, Bo. Sonny boy, we're all loaded up. Let's go.

- This van'll really hum now. - That's good.

On account of this load of sorghum's

gotta be in Chickasaw County pronto.

You got your map and your address.

- And don't you stop for nobody. - Nobody.

- You can count on me, Daddy. - Okay.

And just to make sure that nothing happens...

Daddy Hogg and Uncle Rosco are gonna be following right behind.

I love it. I love it.

And you just make sure he don't know he's being followed.

Come on.

What'd you find out about Bo? He ain't in trouble, is he?

He ain't yet, but he's gonna be.

He's running shine for Boss Hogg into Chickasaw County.

Boy's gotta be out of his mind. He could blow his whole probation.

That ain't all he could blow.

Chickasaw County, that's the home territory of that Shooting Sheriff Little.

We gotta stop him. Let's get cracking.

There's two ways into Chickasaw County.

You take 3, I'll take 16.

Got you!

Bo Hogg.

Bo Hogg?

Shine's coming. I can smell it.

Yes, sirree bob, Rosco.

Life sure is smokin' its way

down the clear open track for me.

It's smokin'.

I'm gonna make me ten times the going rate.

That's gotta be my all-time money-making record.

Shepherd to Lost Sheep. You got your ears on?

Come in, Shepherd.

I just come up on Rosco and J.D. Hogg.

They might be riding shotgun on Bo. I'm gonna find out.

- More later. - 10-4.

And to think it's the Dukes that done it for me.

That sure is the honey on the hotcakes.

We, Boss. The Dukes did it for us.

- That's us. - Alright. Alright.

Let's just say they done it 10% for "we," and 90% for "me."

That's better, that's...

Wait, let's say 90...

Get your hands back on the wheel and your eyes on the road.

- And don't lose that van. - No, no.

- Hi, Jesse. - Hi, Jesse.

Jesse Duke! What's he doing here?

Maybe he's trying to stop Bo.

Over my dead body. Come on. We gotta stop him.

Alright, Jesse. Pull it over.

This is Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane.

I'm serious now. You're under arrest.

Come on, get him. Catch him. He'll blow everything.

It's Shepherd to Lost Sheep and Pretty Maiden.

You got your ears on?

We read you. You got anything, Shepherd?

This is our lucky day. It's Highway 3. Number three.

I'm being chased by Rosco and J.D. Hogg.

I just got a quick glimpse of a van up ahead.

It was painted that night-driving gray.

Highway 3, gray van. Okay, we got it. Give them a run.

Bo, pull over!

Bo, pull over, please! We want to talk to you.

I don't wanna talk to you.

Would you guys just get the heck outta here?

He's talking like he ain't even a Duke.

Something's definitely wrong.

And we're almost to the Chickasaw County line.

If Sheriff Little is waiting there for him, Bo's a goner.

Breaker. Breaker.

This here is Hazzard County Commissioner J.D. Hogg...

calling Sheriff Little. Come in.

What in Hades is going on here? That ain't me.

Someone's using my name in vain.

Come in if you can hear me out there, Sheriff Little.

This is J.D. Hogg.

Sheriff Little here, Commissioner Hogg.

What can I do for you?

This is Sheriff Rosco, I want you to...

Not you. Let me... Breaker.

I was wanting to warn you...

there's a shipment of illegal liquor...

that's coming into your county on Highway 16.

That's Highway 16. Do you read me?

Loud and clear. I'm gonna catch them whiskey running dogs...

and send you back the pieces.

Whoever's using my name, quit doing that.

Nice going, Commissioner. He bought it.

Let's go catch Bo.

If you want them to hear you...

you're gonna have to speak louder.

- The CB is out. - What..

Blast this thing!

I knew it. It's a trick. I can just smell Dukes.

Forget all about Jesse.

What in the heck do you think you're doing?

What do you think you're doing? You start talking right now.

My name is not Duke. My name is Hogg, Bo Hogg.

- My daddy told me all about you. - He's lost his mind.

He ain't lost his mind, just his memory.

Yeah, but he doesn't know who we are.

It's amnesia.

If you Dukes don't quit pestering me...

Hold on a second, Bo.

This is your cousin Daisy, I'm your cousin Luke.

We're all blood kin.

Your name is Bo Duke.

You get your hand off of me. I got a delivery to make.

He's not only lost his memory, I'd swear Boss Hogg brainwashed him.

Are you gonna get out of my way or do I have to move you?

Bo, you can't do this, you'll violate your probation.

The heck I can't.

Bo? Bo, you alright?

We've got to get him out of sight, the General, too.

If they find us near that load of shine or across the county line...

we're dead.

- You got him? - Yeah, I got him.

- I'll stash the General. - I'll stash Bo.

Pull up! Pull up over here!

- Come on. - I've got it.

He's still out cold.

- I wonder where Bo is? - My shine!

If it ain't okay, I'll kill myself.

I wonder what happened?

The shine's fine.

Would you look at that?

But what did happen to sonny boy? Bo? Bo?

Hey, Boss.

- Hey, isn't that... - Sheriff Little.

That's Sheriff Little.

How is he?

He's out like a light.

He banged his head inside the van.

Commissioner Hogg and Sheriff Coltrane.

- Welcome to Chickasaw County. - Appreciate it.

Well, looks like we caught you...

with your pudgy little hand in the whiskey jar, didn't we?

- He's got the pudgy little hand. - You...

Sir, I'll have you know that Sheriff Coltrane and myself...

were in hot pursuit of these here shine runners.

Yeah. And we apprehended this vehicle...

but the varmints took off like a scalded hog.

- Pig. I'm sorry. - Yeah, that's right.

And we now are now hereby confiscating this here hooch...

and transporting it back to Hazzard County...

where it came from.

Cow chips.

This illegal contraband is now in Chickasaw County...

and I'm destroying it right here.

You'll be destroying evidence. Valuable evidence.

Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do this.

Ten times the going rate.

Don't you worry.

That's a mess.

That's good stuff, too.

- Listen, Boss... - You...

I was saving that for my own...

And so Boss Hogg's dream of making a financial killing...

came to an inglorious end.

As for Bo Hogg... How're you feeling, boy?

I just don't know what I'm doing here.

Thought I was going boar hunting.

Well, you did.

And you caught the biggest boar in the whole county, honey.

- We did? - Yeah.

Yeah, come on. I'll tell you all about it on the way home.

In the meantime, it's good to have you back.

Felt like I got hit by a truck.

- Cousin. - Howdy.

Which put everything back to normal in Hazzard County.

Whatever that is.