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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 a true modern-day robin hoods ♪

Yep, that's Bo and Luke.

Just like you'd expect, burning up the road.

I'll tell you one thing:

If they knew the mess they're about to get into...

they'd slow down a little bit.

Now there's the mess: Boss J.D. Hogg.

Folks in Hazzard take their American heroes seriously.

Like Gen. Stonewall Jackson, for instance.

If they knew what old Boss was doing in Jackson's name...

they'd be chasing him north of someplace terrible.

We'll just park right here next to good old Gen. Jackson.

General Lee would like that. Jackson was his right-hand man.

Check out the guy in the stilts.

Now, if that ain't a walking disgrace to the uniform.

Gotcha.

Cletus, we ain't done nothing wrong.

Yes, you have.

Not to mention parking on this side of the street...

you're loitering in front of the portrait of Stonewall Jackson.

That's gonna cost you $10...

unless you'd like to buy two tickets...

to Boss' exhibit at $6 apiece.

Cletus, it seems to me you jaywalked your way over here...

making our ticket illegal in the first place.

Let's see. Jaywalking, that's a $20 fine, ain't it, Luke?

Tell you what.

Why don't you take them exhibit tickets...

to the kids at the orphanage?

And we'll drop charges against you.

You will?

- Sure. - Sure, we will.

- Thanks. That's mighty generous. - What are friends for, Cletus?

Thanks.

Oh, boy, those guys sure are nice to me...

I think.

Dad-gum it, they...

Dressing up Hazzard for Stonewall Jackson Day.

You know, there ain't nothing Boss wouldn't do for money

There is not

I thought you were gonna do some bodywork last night.

Well, I did.

We're just gonna have to work on the General tonight.

Now, get in that car. That's it.

Two to one.

Why don't we go down there and see if we can't...

even up the odds a mite?

Come on, get up, now. Don't worry, Luke, I can handle them.

Here, let me help you up.

You okay?

Considering the alternatives, I think so.

That kid sure packs a punch.

- I'm obliged to you two. - We're just glad to help out.

No, I think a reward is in order.

Sir, we can't take nothing for just doing what's right.

Well, well.

I certainly intend to relate your heroic intercedence...

to the Cultural Commissioner of Hazzard County.

- The who? - Of what?

I had his card in my wallet, which it seems those ruffians...

have absconded with.

If I recollect correctly, his name was Hogg.

- Well, thank you. - Yeah.

- Thank you again, gentlemen. - Yes, sir.

- Take care. - Thank you, boys.

Hold on a minute. Wait!

Best get in the General and chase him down.

Not with that busted radiator.

Unless you wanna drop the whole engine.

What do you suppose we should do withit?

Take it to town and return it.

As soon as we get the radiator fixed, alright?

What do you suppose the curator of the Atlanta Museum...

would be doing with Hazzard's Cultural Commissioner?

I suppose it's got something to do with Stonewall Jackson.

For once, we ain't getting involved, right?

We're not involved already.

Did y'all hear that? By meeting the museum man...

The Dukes were already in it up to their ears.

Now, Gen. Stonewall Jackson never set foot in Hazzard.

Even the Yankees tried to avoid it.

But that didn't stop Boss from putting on a special day...

each year at the bank...

to honor Gen. Stonewall Jackson.

Gen. Stonewall Jackson, that's who.

I'm talking about the personal sword of Gen. Stonewall Jackson.

It's gotta be worth $100,000.

That's what I'm asking from you, Beauregard Mason.

That sword is not only historical...

it's an art treasure.

Art treasures are hard to dispose of.

Which is why people like you come to people like me.

But I'll give you $25,000 for it.

$25,000? You've got yourself a deal, Beauregard. Bye.

- I done it. - You done it.

I'm gonna make this the most profitable...

Stonewall Jackson Day we ever had.

Exactly what did you do, Boss?

- You remember Beauregard Mason? - Yeah, big man.

Yep, the biggest fence of stolen goods in the South.

I just sold him the personal sword of Gen. Stonewall Jackson.

How could you do that?

I thought that sword was in the museum in Atlanta.

Yeah, it is.

But according to Article 12, Section 7 of the State Charter:

"Any historical object can be borrowed...

from any state museum for exhibition...

"by any County Cultural Commissioner."

And in Hazzard County...

- That's you. - That's me.

But, Boss, if you borrow it and then sell it...

aren't they gonna accuse you of stealing it?

Not if that sword gets stolen before I take possession.

How are you gonna do that?

That's easy. Couple of boys who are working for me...

are ready to get their hands on that sword...

from the man who's bringing it over here this very minute.

It's just amazing what comes out of that fat head of yours.

Now, that dollar 50 that's brilliant.

Of course, now we know that them boys of old Boss'...

didn't get that sword because of old Bo and Luke...

who don't think they're involved.

They all thank you till it gets complicated.

My, my! A picture of the personal sword...

of Gen. Stonewall Jackson.

And tomorrow, when our exhibit opens...

the real sword will be on display...

thanks to Mr. Hastings, here, and the Atlanta Museum.

Boy, that thing must be valuable.

- $100,000 valuable. - That's valuable.

Tell me, do you think them bushwhackers...

you told me about who gave you all that trouble on the road...

might have been after the sword?

- No, I don't think so. - No, you don't think so.

No, my wallet's missing, that's most likely what they wanted.

- That's what they wanted. - That ain't what they wanted.

Rosco, you...

You're gonna show Mr. Hastings here...

that Hazzard ain't no criminal paradise.

So you just get yourself out on the road.

And don't you show your face in here again...

until that missing wallet is in my pocket In my hand...

and them hoodlums in cuffs.

Boss, you hired them hoodlums...

- I know what I did. - You got another plan?

Yeah, I got another plan. Of course I do.

But I need time to put it into effect.

So you just get out there...

and sell some exhibit tickets, too.

- Take that flea farm with you. - Flea farm? That's Flash.

That ain't no flea farm. That's just my little puppy.

We'll get them this time.

The shape that radiator's in, it looks like...

this is one chase Rosco's gonna win.

A citation is cheaper than a new engine. Pull her over.

Guess you're right.

Rosco, we didn't do it.

You didn't do what?

Whatever it is you're about to accuse us of.

What I'm accusing you of is polluting the atmosphere...

with this steaming radiator. That's what I'm accusing you of.

It's gonna cost you a $10 fine, unless you wanna buy...

two tickets to...

What is this wallet doing here on your dashboard?

That there wallet belongs to the curator...

of the Atlanta Museum.

Then you admit taking it?

Alright, then. Bo and Luke Duke...

I charge you with grand theft wallet.

Now get out of there. And don't give me a hard time...

because Flash hasn't been fed yet.

- Rosco. - Move it on.

I can't believe it.

You realize, Commissioner...

that the Museum will assume responsibility...

for that sword in-transit.

But when you take possession and sign the receipt...

it becomes your responsibility.

- $100,000. - I know that, Mr. Hastings.

And speaking of picking up and delivering that sword...

I got just the men for the job.

Harry Joe, Tiny, show yourselves.

Y'all recognize them?

Mr. Hastings, I can personally vouch...

for the integrity of these men.

I know I shall sleep well at night knowing...

that sword is being transported...

I need someone whose integrity I can vouch for, Mr. Hogg.

Of course you do.

Boys, wait in my office.

I know I'll find something else suitable for your talents.

Yes, sir.

- Listen... - Alright, stuff your...

Alright, I got the wallet thieves.

Alright, Cletus, take these two rowdies...

and put them in the holding cell.

You're making a big mistake, Rosco.

Sheriff Coltrane don't ever make small ones.

Sheriff, Mr. Commissioner, these are the two men...

who came to my rescue.

- Is that a fact? - Yes.

My, my. Ain't that just like my young friends...

Bo and Luke Duke... to do a good turn to someone else.

Sheriff, put that gun away...

and give his wallet back to Mr. Hastings.

Thank you.

Boys, I'm deeply sorry...

that you had to suffer this humiliation because of me.

We were bound to see the seamier side of life.

You know, our meeting may be heaven-sent.

The Museum is lending the sword of Gen. Jackson...

to the bank here...

and I need someone, at fair pay, to transport it for me.

Do you think you boys can see your way clear...

to help me out one more time?

Sir, you said something about fair pay?

Yes, Mr. Hogg will pay you $100 each.

I will?

Read the State Charter on borrowing for exhibition.

I arrange transport, you pay for it.

Oh, yes.

- In advance, Mr. Hogg. - Now?

Alright.

Here you go. $100 for you, $100 for you.

- Thank you. - One more thing.

Let me and Bo say...

what a pleasure it is being on your cash payroll.

- Yes, sir. - Why, thank you, boys.

Now, you be there at 7:00 tomorrow morning.

And, Mr. Commissioner, I'm counting on you...

to look on that sword like it was your very own.

I will. Indeed, I most certainly will.

- Now, boys, shall we? - Sure.

- Wait, you listen... - Bye, Rosco.

You gave each $100, and they're gonna work for you?

Rosco, do you know why I'm the biggest man in this county?

Because you eat more than anybody else.

No! It's because I can look adversity right in the eye...

and twist and turn it to my own advantage.

At this time tomorrow...

we'll not only have our hands on that sword...

but guess who's gonna be sitting in that cell over there...

charged with the crime of stealing it?

- Harry Joe and Tiny? - Come on!

Yeah, Harry Joe and Tiny are gonna steal that sword.

But we're gonna pin the theft on the Dukes.

That's wonderful.

- Could you turn loose... - Yeah.

I can't get my finger out!

Yeah, but look at this.

Atlanta.

Which sure bounced back from the way old Sherman left it.

It's where the boys are gonna pick up Gen. Jackson's sword.

Eustice Hastings didn't get to be the curator...

of Atlanta's museum...

by not being a careful man.

If anyone knew the sword was being transported...

they'd go after that armored truck.

So he put the real sword in General Lee.

Yep, he had it all figured out. Every angle.

Y'all recognize them?

Now, this one's gonna make a great publicity photo.

How do I look, Rosco? Like a regular urban cowboy?

No, Boss, you look more like a little urban fatboy.

Willis, you make sure that the caption...

on these here pictures...

mentions that my great granddaddy...

Lighthorse Harry Hogg...

rode with Stonewall Jackson himself.

Lighthorse was the one who rode in the other direction...

wasn't he, Boss?

We've got company.

I think you're dead right. And we seen that car there before.

Alright, just hush up and get that phone.

And thanks for bringing my lunch, Daisy.

I wanna stay and watch the picture taken.

- Alright, you can do that. - Rosco P. Coltrane here.

Boss, it's Beauregard Mason.

Alright, I'll be right down. Somebody help me dismount.

Here, hold this.

J.D. Hogg speaking.

I got the money, Hogg. You got the sword?

Well, I'll have it by noon.

You bring them 25,000 you-know-whats...

to my office, you hear me?

Then I'll see you at noon, Hogg.

Alright.

Come on, help me back up on my... Careful.

- There you go. - There we are. Alright.

Come on now, let's get another shot.

Rosco, people don't want your picture.

Just me, sitting up here like Gen. Stonewall Jackson.

Move it!

What did you do? No!

- You're gonna... - Ride it, little fat buddy!

God help me!

Did you break anything important, little fat buddy?

You okay, Boss?

Well, he must be alright. He's eating.

- I thought you fixed it. - Dang it, so did I.

We won't be able to outrun them now. Not with that radiator.

Maybe we can outfox them. Hang on, Cousin.

We couldn't outfox them. Maybe we can out-fight them.

Outrun them?

Let's just teach these two boys a lesson.

Now, friends and neighbors right there is what makes...

living in Hazzard County so interesting.

You two, move it on.

I got an account to settle with these two Dukes.

Now git!

Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Lets see if we can cool him down Sir...

I'll be damned.

- Jeb Stuart Duke! - Son of a gun!

My favorite boy cousin. How you doing?

Good to see you.

Which one of you advantaged that man's daughter?

Come on, it weren't nothing that serious.

- Help me up with my bike. - Sure thing, Jeb.

The last time we saw you was when we all went on probation.

Where you been keeping yourself?

It's tough enough staying on probation in Placid County.

Sure is lucky you came along.

I was just heading for your place.

I entered me in the County Motocross.

Figured you'll help me tune her up, run some laps.

We'd love to. This is quite a bike you got.

We're gonna have to do some catching up later.

Got some business to do and fix that radiator.

I'll give Uncle Jesse a call, let him know you're coming.

Hold on, Cousin.

If you don't mind, I kinda like to announce myself.

Okay, you can look now.

Well?

Well, it's awful pretty, Daisy...

but I don't think it's hardly befitting...

the memory of Gen. Jackson.

Uncle Jesse, I think if the general was here, he'd like it.

Yes, he probably would.

Holy mackerel.

There's only one fellow I know who can ride like that...

but he's in Placid County.

- No, he ain't, Uncle Jesse. - Jeb Stuart Duke, there you are!

Who be this little hussy, Uncle Jesse?

Jeb Stuart Duke, don't you recognize your own cousin Daisy?

Daisy, you growed some.

And in a whole lot of directions.

You two stay here and visit. I'm going in the kitchen.

When I call you, we're gonna have ourselves...

an old fashion, Duke visitation.

That bushwhacking had to be Boss' doing.

He's the only one who knew where we was gonna be and why.

No sense in reporting it to Rosco.

Thanks to Jeb, we still got that sword.

I still aint gonna rest easy...

till we get Boss's signature on that receipt.

Rosco, you can come out. I ain't gonna hurt you.

Will you tell me why did I ever hire them morons?

Well, Boss, I have an idea.

Why don't you sell this sword to Mason?

- Out of the mouths of babes... - Thank you.

- And baboons. - Boss, you calling me a baboon?

No, you're a jackass. But you're my jackass.

And you just gave me a wonderful idea...

how I'm gonna get that sword away from them Dukes...

before they officially deliver it.

Luke, I can't believe that radiator's holding out.

I say a little prayer every morning.

Better keep an eye out in case them guys show up again.

Yes, sir.

- Here comes the Dukes. - Alright.

You remember your cue, don't you?

When I pull my ear, like this.

Yeah, when you pull your ear like this.

I got that. Did you get that, Flash?

Luke, what you got there?

Rosco, I need me a receipt for this here package.

Boy, let's see what you got in there.

- Alright. - Look at that.

- Ain't that something? - That's sharp, I'll bet even.

You can slice your meatloaf with that, or your ham.

Well, well.

- Morning, Boss. - Hello, Luke.

I need me a receipt for this here Gen. Jackson sword.

Oh, yeah. Of course you need a receipt.

This sure is a nice sword.

Ain't that a doozy? That's a doozy.

- Your ear bothering you, Boss? - No. Oh, yeah.

That's one of the better ones.

You could slice salami or baloney...

Hush! Flash, listen.

Luke, look out, there. He's vicious.

Flash ain't about to snap nobody, are you, sweetheart?

Just don't you pay attention to that dog, there.

I mean, she'll gum... She'll snap you.

Don't... Look out, there!

She's about ready to snap.

Can I get that receipt? I gotta go.

You mean, a receipt for this sword which you just delivered?

Well, it's a mighty pretty sword...

considering it was "made in Japan, 1958."

Hold on, let me see that.

This ain't the Gen. Jackson sword.

I take that to be a confession!

Rosco, arrest him!

And his cousin sitting out there in the car.

And have Cletus guard them both until the US Marshall gets here.

I'll do it.

Which US Marshall is that?

The one in Cedar City whom you're gonna call...

on account of this sword...

I mean that sword, is government property...

which makes it a federal offense to steal it.

I'm happy to say it takes the whole matter out of my hands.

- Boss switched swords on me. - Just hush.

You know he switched them.

- He even included Flash, here. - You're sneaky, Luke Duke.

I know. Uncle Jesse, I know.

Yes, I know, but there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, too.

Yes, sir, federal pen.

Okay, bye.

I don't see how we're gonna be able to clear ourselves...

when we're sitting behind dang bars at the federal pen.

They can't take us there if they can't find us.

Cletus, come on over here a minute.

Okay, just a second.

- Got an idea? - Not yet.

Think of something.

Yeah, what can I do for you fellows?

Me and Bo would like to thank you...

for calling Uncle Jesse for us.

Sure thing, Luke.

I figure no matter what a fellow's done...

his family's got a right to share in his shame.

Guess what that is.

That feels like a handgun!

You got that right.

- Bo, get his keys. - Yes, sir.

Don't you move, Cletus.

Luke, don't shoot him just yet.

These are his car keys.

Dad-gum it.

No wonder I can't start my car.

I been trying to do it with my jail keys.

Gotcha.

Handgun, I get it, Handgun

We just ain't got enough money...

to get Bo and Luke out of a federal prison.

You know what?

Maybe we could get ourselves a public defender.

Yes, but if they go to federal prison...

they may be there months.

Maybe years, Uncle Jesse, with all that red tape.

- They ain't gonna a prison. - What do you mean?

You got my words, as a Duke on that, sir

Try telling that to the US Marshall.

The keys.

I didn't think it was gonna be this easy.

Well, it ain't.

You just hold it right there, partner.

Looks like the jail's is fixing to have a full house of jokers.

Just where do you think you're going?

Congratulations, Deputy.

A lesser man would've let my prisoners escape...

before I got here.

Your prisoners? Who are you?

I'm the Federal Marshall, of course.

Didn't you know I was coming?

You don't look like a marshal. You're not dressed like one.

- Neither are you. - I got a badge.

We heard of the Duke gang over in Cedar City...

so I came undercover.

I'd best be getting them out before they organize an escape.

Look, I'll see to it personal-like...

that you get a commendation for your cooperation, Deputy.

- Me? - Yes, sir.

- A commendation? - That's right.

- Get on out of here. - Marshall.

- Sorry, we got places to go. - Bye-bye.

Wait a minute!

Hey, mister!

Does that mean I ain't gonna get my commendation?

You three, hold it...

right there.

Obliged if you can point me to the Sheriff's office.

- It's right over there. - Right there across...

- It's been a while. - We ain't seen him.

I think those Duke boys gave that federal marshal the slip.

Get off of me.

I don't understand it.

It seems like I spend half my days...

either meeting or looking for them boys.

No need to be so nervous and jumpy.

The boys will be along directly.

You're the only one that's nervous and jumpy, Uncle Jesse.

I ain't nervous and jumpy, and I ain't your Uncle Jesse!

What are you grinning about?

I was just thinking about the look...

on J.D. Hogg's face right about now.

I'm gonna start to count to one...

and if you two flea brains aren't out of here...

and on your way to find them Dukes...

and whoever it was who aided and abetted them...

Why ain't you gone?

You ain't started counting yet.

Who'd most likely be dealing merchandise like that sort?

Beauregard Mason comes to mind.

He handles the fancy stuff in this part of the country.

I think you're right.

Daisy told me she overheard Boss Hogg...

talking to a Mr. Mason on the phone...

about bringing 25,000 you-know-whats to his office.

What 25,000?

Seems there ought to be something we can do.

There might be.

Uncle Jesse, you know if this Mr. Mason has himself a son?

Who'd know a thing like that?

Then it don't really matter, does it?

Jeb, you up to one more monkeyshine? Might be risky.

Wouldn't be no fun otherwise.

What do you think if Mr. Mason sent his only son...

to deliver the money in person?

If Boss hadn't seen him would he recognize Jeb?

I figure Boss would be breathing too hot and heavy...

looking at that $25,000 cash money that Jeb had...

to recognize anybody.

Will somebody tell me what this $25,000 is all about?

Alright. Now, what if Mr. Mason...

Looks to me like old Jeb's cut from the same rock...

as the rest of the Dukes to go along with this.

Boss says that he ain't paying us...

and that he don't need us no more.

But we ain't leaving Hazzard County yet.

Seems like Luke ain't the only one cooking up a plan.

We got them two $100 bills from Boss...

one from Uncle Jesse, one from Cooter.

- Here you go. - That leaves us one bill short.

No, you're not one short.

Entry fee for the Motocross.

Alright!

Cooter, this suit fits good. Where did you get it?

I got it from my cousin Earl. The undertaker?

Now, if Jeb's gonna pose as Beauregard Mason's son...

it stands to reason that Beauregard...

couldn't be allowed to reach Hazzard.

And that was up to Daisy and Jesse.

Here he comes, Uncle Jesse.

In that sassy car, just like you said.

- Tell the boys. - Okay.

Rover Boys, come on in.

We read you loud and clear, Tinker Bell.

Big Daddy just went bye-bye.

Alright.

- Well, how do I look? - You look great, Jeb.

Alright, here's the cash.

Good luck. Your wheels will be waiting outside.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Y'all think he can pull it off?

Sure, Cooter. He's a Duke, ain't he?

Yeah, I see what you mean.

- Don't worry about a thing. - I ain't worried about him...

but that suit's gotta be back for a funeral by 3:00.

Might not be a bad idea to keep an eye on him.

Who's gonna keep an eye on us?

Come in, Beauregard.

- You ain't Beauregard. - No, but you must be J.D. Hogg.

Daddy said you were an imposing specimen of manhood.

I'm J.D. Hogg, alright, but who might you be?

I'd be Beauregard's boy.

- You are? - Yes, sir.

You sure don't look like him.

You're the first person to noticed

Is that so?

Alright, come on in.

Tell me, just where is your daddy?

He got called to Atlanta, so he sent me.

I may never have met you before but you sure do look familiar.

Daddy must have shown you some baby pictures.

- Can we get down to business? - Wait a minute.

No offense, but I gotta make dead sure...

who I'm doing business with.

Where's your identification?

- I don't have any. - You don't?

If I get caught with stolen merchandise...

it wouldn't do for folks to know who I was.

Yeah, that makes sense.

- You brought the money? - Yes, sir.

Five stacks of fifty $100 bills.

$25,000.

No offense, sir, but the merchandise, please.

You sure are your daddy's boy. Alright.

- There it is. - Yes, thank you.

- Now... - No!

Any man insulting my daddy's integrity...

ain't no man we gonna do business with.

I wasn't gonna count it. I wasn't even gonna touch it.

Lookie here, you can put it all by yourself into my money box.

- He done it. - Let's go get the wheels.

Alright, then.

- That concludes our business. - Yes, sir.

Not quite, Boss.

Harry Joe! I was thinking about the money I owe you.

- Forget it. - No, give me that.

I sure gotta hand it to you, Hogg...

hiding your money under these newspaper cutouts.

Newspaper cutouts? I've been slickered!

Dang blast it!

The rest of the money in there belongs to widows and orphans.

My mama's a widow, and Tiny here's an orphan.

Tie them up, and start with Blondie here.

Blondie?

Jeb Stuart Duke! I knew I knowed you.

Listen, Harry Joe, maybe you and me and Tiny can make ourselves...

What are we gonna do with this sword?

We're gonna sell it to Beauregard Mason.

Dang it, Jeb should be out here by now.

Unless there's some sort of trouble.

- There is. Lets get them. - Hold on a second.

They'll keep. Jeb might not.

Here you go, stranger. Let me get you out of those ropes.

Thanks, Cousin. The man knows who I am.

Boss, you're not supposed to talk with your mouth full?

They're long gone. Let's fly.

Friend's and neighbors, this ones got more curves...

Than a sack full of rattle snakes.

Freeze!

- I got you, didn't I? - Cut it, Boss.

I can't understand a word...

with that paper sandwich in your mouth.

- You'll need this as evidence? - Yes.

- Leave him right there, Cletus. - Why, you slimy...

They were heading towards Highway 3.

Cut across Elysee Meadows, we can take them.

- I'll stay in your dust. - You sure will, Cousin.

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!

Come on, after them Dukes! Don't waste a minute!

Come on, get moving. After them!

We'll take my car. That'll give us the advantage.

We got Flash.

Man, what are we gonna do? They could be on the road by now.

Don't get your tail over the dash.

I gotta surprise or two up my sleeve.

They're coming right at us.

No, I've got a better one.

Them Hazzard kids must be used to this.

They hardly even stop to notice.

By the way, you ought to go to one of their football games.

What're you doing here?

No!

Watch it!

Here they come. Get down.

Get in the car. Hurry up!

Now let's get out of here.

Dang it, they're gone already.

Boy, what a way to go.

Jeb, we've been snookered. They weren't even in the car.

- They had another car stashed. - Come on, let's go.

- Your helmet radio working? - Yeah.

Watch it. They're coming right at us!

Slow down! No!

They're gonna be across the county line in a minute.

They gotta go past Chalk Hills.

Jeb, do you read me?

Clear as glass.

You remember the Flying Cross?

Affirmative. Where do we make it?

We're gonna do it at Chalk Hills. It's coming up directly.

- You come in from the north. - Gotcha.

Luke, you ain't even sane enough for me to call you crazy.

Me, crazy? You're driving.

Looks like this is it.

- What's that supposed to mean? - I'm not sure.

Every time anybody gets in a situation like this...

they say, "Looks like this is it."

- Alright? - Absolutely.

Tiny, look out!

I'll tell you what:

I wouldn't want to be chased in Hazzard County at a fast walk.

Alright, come out of there.

Bo, they look to be in one piece.

- You okay? - I'm fine. Get out of there.

Come on out.

Get up.

After we get these two and that sword back into town...

we'll give you lessons on that bike.

You look a little rusty.

Harry Joe and Tiny was behind bars...

and Boss had both Cletus and Rosco on guard...

to make sure nobody got in to talk to them.

Gen. Stonewall Jackson was a big success for everyone...

excepting maybe Boss Hogg.

All the money that he made went up in smoke...

with the car that old Harry Joe crashed.

And he still had to pay all the expenses...

for Stonewall Jackson Day.

Well, patriotism does have a price, you know.

Bo and Luke said goodbye to Cousin Jeb...

who promised that he'd come visiting more often.

How many more strange Dukes do you reckon there is?