The Dukes of Hazzard (1979–1985): Season 2, Episode 3 - The Rustlers - full transcript

Horse nabbers come to Hazzard County
and guess who gets blamed.

You boys are gonna get life for this.

Get on him and give him a try.

He's crazy.

Strike one.

He made it.

-Hey, Enos.
-Howdy, Daisy.

Boss, I ain't lied to you in months.

Now you'd think,
just looking at Bo and Luke...

that they ain't got a care in the world
this lovely morning in Hazzard County.

And they don't.



Can't say the same
for Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane, though.

Rosco just keeps waking up in the
morning on the wrong side of the bed...

mainly 'cause his bed
don't be we no good side.

Not until that day comes when he can
catch the Duke boys at something.

What makes you think
the Dukes are up to something, Sheriff?

Enos, you can tell the way they're driving.
Doesn't that tell you something?

It's no different than they ever do.
Heck, they even drive to church that way.

Enos, they sure as heck
are not driving to no choir practice.

They got mash in that car,
and that means one thing.

Means that they're making moonshine.

And this time,
I'm gonna catch them right in the act.

I just love it.

Right here. This is fine, this is good.
Shut her down.

Good morning, Burl.



Why we gotta haul feed around
in this thing...

when we got
a perfectly good pickup truck?

Hey, Burl. How are you?

-All right.
-I brought your feed.

Hey, man, I appreciate you guys
hauling this up here. I owe y'all.

Well, let's see,
would three beers be too steep?

Howdy, Uncle Jesse. Bo, Luke.

Hey, Sherry Tolliver.
Good to see you again.

-We heard about...
-My marriage?

It didn't work out worth a hill of beans.

You know what they say, if at first
you don't succeed you can always--

Burl, you said
besides bringing the feed out...

you had something
you wanted to show us.

-On the phone, you called it a miracle?
-That it is.

And your eyes are gonna
bug out of your head...

like the little boy who swallowed
the bullfrog. Come on and I'll show you.

All they're doing is talking, Sheriff,
just plain talking.

Enos, they're not just talking.
That's called conspiracy.

That can get up from two to five years.

I'll just bet my bag of marbles they got
a still in Tolliver's barn down there.

Come on, we'll get a little closer look.

-You coming?
-Yes.

Come on.
Enos, around the tree. You dipstick.

Here's your miracle.

Possum on a gum bush, Sheriff.
That ain't no still, that's a young horse.

Enos, I'll possum up your gum bush
if you don't hush.

Them Duke boys gotta be up to something
low-down, and I'm gonna find out what.

-Is he ever a beauty.
-And fast, too.

I been raising horses now for along time.

And breeding some of the scrubbiest stock
in Hazzard County.

No question about that, Jesse...

but this time I got awful lucky.

Me and Burl wanna enter Manassas
in the big race this year.

-You mean the Hazzard County Fair?
-The Mrs. J.D. Hogg Stakes Race?

Yes. Old Boss Hogg,
he gives away $10,000...

every year to the winner.
With all that kind of money...

I could pay of fall my bills...

and leave this old world...

the same way that I came in.

-Dead even.
-Burl, you know...

the entry fee is $500 for that race.

Yeah, where're you gonna get
that kind of cash?

Jesse, boys...

20 years I've sweat
and dreamed of owning...

a horse like old Manassas here.

-If| don't get your help--
-The dream is gone.

That's right. And all that's left...

is sweat. Get on him and give him a try.

If you don't think
Manassas ain't something...

-forget it.
-All right.

-You got something to time him with?
-Not on me.

Well, we could use the General
and run him against the speedometer.

-That'd give us some sort of idea.
-Why not?

-Go get your car. Follow me.
-All right.

What are we waiting for?

Okay. Here is the starting gate, okay?

Way up yonder that elm is a signpost...

and that is exactly a quarter of a mile.

It's all yours, fellows.

-You ready?
-Yeah.

-Ready, Bo?
-Yes, sir.

Go!

I knew
General Lee was gonna win, Sheriff.

The Boss is going to give me a bonus
when he finds out about this.

That horse was flying.
We were doing 40 miles an hour.

And in track talk...

that is two furlongs...

in 19 seconds.

Nineteen seconds!

-You gonna put in with us or not?
-Well, I don't know.

The General could do without
the new rear end...

for another couple of weeks.

And as for the spare tire,
this baldy can get us to Cooter's just fine.

-Yes, sir.
-Howdy, partner.

Manassas, we're going to the fair.

Now, Boss Hogg is close to his money.

Some say he sleeps with it.

Some say he has his underwear
knitted out of $10 bills.

But either way,
he ain't about to give up any of it.

So instead of gambling
on the Lulu Hogg Stakes...

he's buying himself a guaranteed winner.

You quit uh-huhing me, J.D.
This time you better be hot damn sure.

Lulu, honey pot, of course I'm sure.

You can just get your pretty self ready...

to have your picture took
in the winner's circle.

-You buying that winning horse?
-Yeah, I am, sugarplum.

I'm buying him right this second
from a man who's in my office right now.

Your winning horse,
in your Mrs. J.D. Hogg Stakes Race.

Bye.

Put that woman in the winner's circle
and somebody'll slap a saddle on her.

Now then, Mr. Dunlap...

how much did you say that was, again,
for that horse?

-$7,500, sir.
-$7,500 big ones.

For a great horse, Mr. Hogg.
A sure winner.

It'd better be.

Boss, listen. I got something to tell you,
but you ain't gonna like it.

You're gonna run for Sheriff again?
Rosco, I'm in the middle of big business.

I'm buying me a winning racehorse
off of Mr. Dunlap here.

No, Boss, you ain't. 'Cause I just saw...

the winning racehorse
at the Tolliver place.

Rosco, you wouldn't know a racehorse
from a paddle fish.

Well, if that was a paddle fish...

I just saw him paddle a quarter of a mile
in 19 seconds flat.

Mr. Dunlap, you wouldn't mind coming
back in just a little while, would you?

The Sheriff here, he went out
in the hot sun without his hat...

and I think he's having
a nervous breakdown.

Not at all, gentlemen. I understand.

-I hope you're feeling better, Sheriff.
-I'm sure he'll recover, I'm sure he will.

Bye.

You better.

-What's going on?
-Now, fer me get this straight,

You seen Burl Tolliver's horse...

a real horse do a quarter mile
in 19 seconds?

Boss, I ain't lied to you in months.

That ain't possible.

Let me see.

Burl Tolliver. Just as I thought.

Why, I hold a mortgage
on that hardscrabble farm of his...

and that deadbeat
ain't paid me a penny in years.

Now what Boss don't know,
Mr. Dunlap and his buddy here...

are in the business
of getting horses for nothing.

That is, when nobody's looking.

They call themselves
traveling horse traders.

But traveling horse thieves
is the way I'd put it.

-Where we going?
-To see us that horse.

If he's really that fast,
I know a Mr. Harvey Halsey in Memphis...

who'll pay top dollar for him.

Boss Hogg and the Sheriff.
What do they want?

I don't know,
but when you see J.D. smiling like that...

you keep one hand on your wallet.

-How do, Burl, Sherry.
-Afternoon, Mr. Hogg.

What can I do for you, Boss?

Nothing really, to speak of.

-Stop.
-I got the chain hooked.

Manassas, easy, boy.
Stay, come on. It's okay, stay.

Look at that horse go.

Well, they say there's a right
and a wrong way...

to hold on to a horse
when it's just standing still.

But this way,
your guess is just as good as mine.

Don't go away, you hear?

Am I glad to see you.

-You okay?
-Does okay include being scared?

What a horse. When do we take him?

Just as soon as we get back to camp
and get our horse trailer. Come on.

Now, Burl, you got me all wrong.
I don't wanna buy your horse.

-What's his name, again?
-Manassas.

-You were saying--
-No.

What I meant was,
I wanna see Manassas in a time trial...

a real time trial, on a real track.

You'll see him
at the Mrs. J D. Hogg Stakes Race.

As I was saying,
if this time trial proves out good...

then I'll not only forgive your mortgages,
back interests, penalties, etc...

but I'll pay for your entry fee for the race...

and I'll even give you a piece of my bets.
How about that?

We'll all end up fat and happy.

But, Boss, you're already...

I don't like it.

I don't like it either,
and I don't even know why.

Tell you what I don't like.
This here Manassas is a valuable animal.

And what with this here rundown place,
why, anything could happen to the critter.

Now, tell you what I'm willing to do.

I'd be willing to take him
over to my place right now...

where he'll be well-protected
under lock and key.

Your lock and your key?

-No way, J.D.
-All right, then.

Let's stable him
at the Dukes' place tonight.

I mean,
I can see they sure care good about him.

And then tomorrow,
we'll have that real time trial.

That ought to settle all our doubts,
wouldn't it?

Not really.

Where Manassas is concerned
I'd trust them Dukes.

-Don't you, Burl?
-Yes.

-Sherry?
-Sure.

Well.

Our place it is.

Rosco, I'm gonna get me
that fantastic horse, Manassas, for free.

And in return for insulting my integrity...

I'm gonna nail them Duke boys
right into state prison.

-How you gonna do that, Boss?
-Tomorrow morning, first thing...

we're gonna pull
the old bait 'n' switch act...

starring my cousin Cletus.

Here is Cousin Cletus.

So this being the next morning,
it don't take much to realize...

that old Bo and Luke
best keep their eyes open.

-That's Cletus.
-He's crazy.

-Or drunk.
-or both.

Looks like we're in for
a real country head-on, don't it?

I don't know why
Boss asks me to do these things.

I don't know nothing
about high explosives.

What do you suppose caused him
to do that?

-Let's make sure he's all right.
-Yeah.

Y'all are watching Boss Hogg's version
of the old bait 'n' switch.

Bait the Dukes with a distraction
while Rosco switches horses.

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Sorry about what happened back there.

You always use both lanes
when you drive?

No, not usually. Neither does my car.

But all of a sudden,
the steering just went out.

I was along for the ride, you know?

You sure we can't give you a lift
back into town?

No, thanks. I'd just better stay right here
with my fire, I mean, my car.

All right.

-We'll CB ahead for help.
-okay.

We'd better fly, Bo. Take it easy, Cletus.

Thank y'all. I'll just drive.

Come on, up here.

I want you to take this horse
over to Kitteridge mine...

and take real good care of him.

I'm gonna catch myself
a couple of rustlers.

I just plain hate being the Boss's cousin.

Now, listen here, J.D. You hear?

My life is just nothing
but aggravation with you.

Now, Lulu, honey pie--

You disappoint me this time
and you'll wish you hadn't.

-Now you hear me?
-I've told you before...

you definitely are gonna get a winner.

Which is more than I got
when I married her.

J.D., I have had nothing but aggravation,
as I told you.

You remember what happened
to the Rolls-Royce?

It was melted down
into a little bitty cube of metal.

And then that mink coat.
Remember what happened to that?

It was nothing but possum.

When I went out in the rain,
it stunk up the whole Hazzard County.

Hey, here they come.

Here, Alex, you listen to her for a while.

You hear me?

Manassas give you any problem?

No, Burl, but you do owe us
for half a bushel of carrots.

-Manassas ate that much?
-No.

-Burl, this ain't Manassas.
-That's right. It ain't Manassas.

It's not the same horse.

-Are you sure?
-I've been peddling them all my life.

Burl, Sherry, whatever's happened here...

you gotta believe that me and Bo
didn't have nothing to do with it.

-What's going on?
-I'm not sure.

But if J.D. Hogg's involved, it ain't legit.

Now wait a minute.

Burl, you're claiming that this critter
ain't Manassas.

I'd know Manassas anywhere.
Just like a mama would know her baby.

There's gotta be
a logical explanation for all this.

Are you sure you never let this horse
out of your sight?

No, sir, Uncle Jesse, not even once.

Yes, we did, Bo. We stopped
at Pine Creek Road for Cletus' accident.

Rosco, you got any report today
on an accident on Pine Creek Road?

Shoot, no. How about you?

I'm sorry, fellows. Me neither, Sheriff.

Yeah, well, that figures.

These two boys have pulled
the old horse switch on you.

You know, I think it's just about time...

that I call a certain buyer in Memphis
and make us a deal.

You're gonna sell a horse
you ain't even got yet?

Why not? I've been doing it all my life.
Come on.

We just know the Duke boys
wouldn't do anything to hurt Burl and me.

Or Manassas.

Looks to me like a clear case of rustling.

J.D., you know these boys
wouldn't do a thing like that.

-They just couldn't.
-Wouldn't? Couldn't? Did!

Rosco, arrest them in the name of the law.

You know, it's getting
so you'd think Rosco, by this time...

would have had handcuffs made
with the boys' names on them.

Things look bad, but they could get worse.
And probably Will.

At least you can do that,
can't you, dipstick?

Yes, Rosco.

All right, you just cuff them.

Hey, what'd you do?

Please, Enos, Rosco.
You just come back with them keys!

Well, it's business as usual
for the Duke boys.

No sooner do they try to help a friend,
they find themselves hip high in trouble.

Cousin, I'm afraid Boss really took us
for a ride this time.

-Yeah, he's getting better with age.
-Yeah, and so is Rosco.

No kidding?

If we plan on finding that horse
sometime this year...

we're gonna have to do it
without our escort.

Check. Watch this.

Good morning, Widow Baxley.

Nice day, ain't it?

Cousin, what's your great idea this time?

We'd best take it on home.

It's gonna take a team effort
to find Manassas.

Boss Hogg,
this is Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane.

Boss, them Duke boys
done gave me the slip...

along with a petticoat
and a pair of long johns.

-Over.
-You numbskull.

You couldn't catch a cold in a flu epidemic.

Now, you listen and listen good.

I've still got myself attached
to your dipstick deputy.

And he can't find a key yet that works.

Not even a hairpin.

So get right over here as soon as you do
that other job I told you about.

-Over.
-What's that?

Making sure my little pet you-know-what
is well fed.

So you get some hay to him
and feed him pronto, out you-know-where.

Over and out.

That's a big 10-4, little buddy.

I found the key, Mr. Hogg.

-Take the cuffs off then, lamebrain.
-Yes, sir.

I didn't know you liked pets, Mr. Hogg.

What kind is it?

A Bengal tiger.

They're cute.

It's $30,000, Mr. Halsey, not a penny less.

When you see this beauty run
you'll understand the price.

You got yourself a horse, sir.

We'll have him down there in two days,
no more.

Yes, sir. See you then.

Just great.

You better know something more
about finding this horse than I do.

I don't have to find him.

Someone else will do that little chore
for us.

That may be true.

But according to Cooter here...

you two boys ain't in as much trouble
with Burl Tolliver as you think you are.

Why not, Cooter?

I talked to old Burl, and he knows good
and well y'all didn't swipe his horse...

and he ain't gonna press no charges.

That's the best news we've had today.

Not really.

You know as well as I do
that Rosco and JD. Hogg...

are not gonna rest until they get you two
boys charged with rustling or something.

I got me a hunch that Boss has Manassas
hid around here somewhere close.

That's what I think, too...

and we're sure not going to find him
sitting around here on our butts.

-Amen.
-No, sir.

Let's get to hunting, y'all.

Now, this must be serious.
Nobody even got the watermelon.

We'll all keep in touch
on the emergency frequency, all right?

-Yeah.
-We got it!

Uncle Jesse checked all the old stables
in Hazzard County.

Daisy checked the Bigelow place
and the old Parker barn.

And Cooter checked out
the ancient Choctaw Indian caves.

The Choctaws don't live
in them caves no more...

but something hairy and hungry does now.

No question about it, finding
a stolen horse ain't gonna be easy...

except for Rosco.

He knows where the horse is...

Nice horsey.

...'cause he put him there.

I brought you some dinner.
This is the best that Boss' money can buy.

Here you go. Make yourself at home.
Take a slurp of water if you get thirsty.

I'll be back later
and bring you some dessert.

I wish I had a pony when I was a kid.

There's our money ticket.

How did you know to follow the Sheriff
instead of Boss Hogg?

My daddy taught me...

never follow the possum
when the dogs will lead you there.

-What?
-Get the van and the trailer.

Uncle Jesse, have you checked out
that silo on the old Sheridan place yet?

I sure did...

and every other place that looked
big enough to hold a horse.

-How about you two?
-Nothing.

Howdy, Sheriff. Here's your handcuffs.

Never mind my cuffs. Get busy
and clean out the back of my vehicle.

-I got business with the Boss.
-My goodness. Look at all that hay.

Looks like a scarecrow's been
riding back there.

Never mind what's been riding back there,
just clean it out!

And your log book don't say
where you been.

-You want me to fill it out for you?
-No.

I don't want you to fill it out for me.

I“ want to go out to Kitteridge mine...

it ain't nobody's business but my own,
especially yours. You got that?

-Yes, sir.
-All right.

Here's your handcuffs, Sheriff.

Give me the handcuffs, you dipstick.

-Hey, Enos.
-Howdy, Daisy.

What's all this hay doing
in the back of the Sheriff's car?

It's none of my business what he's doing
with hay out at the old Kitteridge mine.

Maybe he's feeding the tiger.

Well, I gotta run, hotcakes.

-Bye, Daisy.
-Bye.

Enos, watch what you're doing,
you dipstick.

What did Daisy Duke want?

She didn't know why anybody
would want to take hay...

out to the old Kitteridge mine.

-Rosco! Did you--
-Wait a minute.

I swear I didn't say a word
about Kitteridge mine, did I?

-It must have slipped out.
-You danged cowbell.

If Daisy Duke knows, then they'll all know.
Where's my car? We gotta get out there.

Uncle Jesse, Bo, Luke,
you got your ears on? Come on.

Bo and Luke here, Daisy. Come on.

Rosco just delivered a load of hay
out to the old Kitteridge mine, fellows.

That's it! That's got to be it!

Nice work. You and Jesse head on home.
Me and Bo will take it from here.

But you'd better stay close on the CB,
just in case.

You boys be careful now, do you hear?

Easy. We got a horse back there,
not a fire engine.

Watch it!

Don't know about you, friends,
but I gotta catch my breath from all this.

See you in a bit.

Dunlap Horse Ranch.
Does that ring a hell with you?

No, but I wish I had the time to stop
and teach them some driving etiquette.

-There was a horse here.
-And it could have been Manassas.

If Boss brought that horse here,
and he ain't here now...

who do you suppose took him?

The Dunlap Horse Ranch.

This here's an APB going out to Daisy,
Jesse, Cooter...

and all the rest of the elves in the forest.

We're looking for a blue-colored van
with a horse trailer...

saying "Dunlap Horse Ranch."

It should be heading south on Route 110
heading toward Cedar Valley.

We'll be looking for it, too...

but if any of you spot it,
just keep your eyes on it, right?

We'll be talking to you later.

All right!

All right there.

I'm not kidding--

-We ain't moving, Rosco.
-Freeze.

-You boys are gonna get life for this.
-At least.

-What for this time?
-For rustling.

-Rustling? Again?
-Again.

Now, getting arrested twice
in the same day...

for the same thing, rustling...

you kind of get the feeling
that you're in Texas.

Terrific. Just when we're about to
cut out of this town.

I've been seen by enough people
in Hazzard.

I'll stay here with the horse.

You go ahead and get the van fixed
and meet me back here.

-And talk to no one, get it?
-And talk to no one, got it.

Now, Lulu, my little praline.

I promised you the winning horse.

Promise, promise. You've been
promising me things all our married life.

You know I can't have my picture took
with no promise.

You get me that racehorse, do you hear?

You'll get it, sugarplum.

I gotta go now, but you remember,
I've always kept my word to you.

That's a hot one.

Except what I said at the wedding.

Are you boys gonna tell me where you hid
that horse or what?

We told you we don't know where it is.

But we're ready to make a deal.

What kind of deal?

We know who really rustled that horse.

But you gotta let us out of here to find him
or else you stand to lose a lot of money.

You expect me to let you go...

and trust you to bring me that horse?

Bull's breath.

But you need us, Boss.
You ain't never gonna find him.

And that horse was took
by some real operators.

Operators?
You're the only operators around here.

Bo, I told you we should have
took this thing straight to Lulu.

I know it. I was just trying
to save Boss the trouble...

of having to break the news to Lulu
that he don't have the winning horse.

Wait a minute. You wouldn't.

-We would.
-We're entitled to one phone call.

We might as well make it to Lulu.

-That's blackmail.
-That's right.

That horse did disappear into the ozone.

And I sure was counting on making me
a pile of money by betting on him.

You sure were.

The deadline for entering horses
in that race is 5:00 this afternoon.

All right.

But if you boys don't make that deadline...

you're just gonna come right back here
and let yourselves get arrested again.

-Deal?
-Deal.

I know I'll live to regret it.

-Wait, you ain't--
-Let them go, Rosco.

-But they ain't gonna turn in--
-You heard what he said now.

-"Let them go."
-We'll be right back, Rosco.

And no calls to Lulu.

-Scout's honor, Boss.
-We promise.

She learns the truth, she'll punish me...

by moving into my bedroom.

Watch she don't go under there.

-What do you think, how long?
-About an hour.

I gotta drain it out and clean
all this red clay and mud off of it.

What, you been driving up
in Bronson Canyon?

No. Why?

I was just wondering.
Well, I'll get right on it.

Okay. This machine
shoot cold drinks over here?

Sometimes.

Burl, you ain't lost your dream.

We'll get Manassas back, you'll see.

We Dukes ain't horse people.
You gotta think hard.

You've never heard of
the Dunlap Horse Ranch before?

That's what it said on the van.

I thought I knew them all,
but I've never heard of that one.

Breaker, breaker, Crazy Cooter
coming at you.

The cousins Duke is home
in the Hazzard nest, come on.

Yeah, Bo here, Crazy 0. Go ahead.

You know that van you wanted me
to keep an eye out for?

-Yeah?
-He just split out of here.

I would've called you sooner,
but the dude stuck to me like tar.

Does the van say
Dunlap Horse Ranch on it?

No, but it used to.

-Where's it headed?
-I don't know, but from the red clay...

and mud all over the radiator I figured
it could be only one place...

Bronson Canyon.
Cooter, we're gonna need your help.

-Only if there's gonna be a fight.
-You got it, Crazy C.

Meet us at Pinetree Crossing.

Burl, Sherry,
head down to the fairgrounds.

We might just be in that horse race yet.

In Hazzard County, you can be arrested
for everything but loud pipes.

Even if we do get Manassas...

there ain't no way
we're gonna outrun them dudes.

Not even I can drive
a horse trailer that fast.

Sure you can.

Ain't no law says the horse
has to be inside, is there?

No, there ain't.

450, 60, 70, 80, 90. 500...

hard-earned dollars.

Thank you, Mr. Hogg. There's your receipt.

-Where's your entry?
-My entry is slightly delayed, sir.

It's delayed.

You do realize that if your horse
doesn't arrive to register by 5:00...

you forfeit this money?

I realize that, sir.
I just wish you wouldn't remind me!

If anything happens to Manassas,
I don't know what I'll do.

Honey, don't fret.

Bo and Luke are going to be here
with Manassas.

-You'll see. Right, Jesse?
-Sure, Burl.

They'll be here. We still got two hours
before registration.

I ain't worried.

You were right. That's them.

Looks like they're breaking camp.

-How's that hunk of hemp coming?
-Hi-ho, Silver.

Great.

Let's get booking.

-You know what to do?
-Got you covered.

Okay, let's do it.

You got the next one, cousin.

There ain't gonna be a next one.

-Put him down.
-Rosco, don't shoot.

Strike one. Strike two.

Strike three. You're out.

Come on down, Cooter!

Come on.

That's supposed to be you.

-You all set?
-They're waking up. Let's go.

Come on, Manassas.

I'll pound her down.

Looks like one to me.

Come on.

Manassas, you and me
got a 5:00 registration to make.

I'll warm you up on the way.

Come on.

It's 4:15, Mr. Tolliver.
I hope your horse is here before 5:00.

Manassas is gonna be here. Don't worry.

-Probably any minute now.
-My goodness.

All these things make me so nervous.

Yeah, me, too.

I sure hope that horse gets here on time.

The thought of losing
all that entry fee money...

is affecting my appetite.

-I can help you out--
-No!

Rosco, I only brought a couple
of these here fish.

Next time, bring your own picnic snack.

-Don't let them get away.
-I won't.

They can't go too fast pulling a trailer.

Still looks like one to me.

Never mind them.
We gotta get that trailer.

We've been had.

There was no other way
to get that horse out of camp.

Except ride him.

Turn this thing and take off
through those fields over there.

If they're going where I think they're going
we can still stop them.

I'll tell you what. Why don't you
cut through Doborough south 40?

All right.

Only eight minutes to go.

Now just hold on. They'll be along.
I know those boys.

-Y'all gotta believe.
-I'll try.

Something's coming, Rosco.
Do you hear it?

-Sounds like a car.
-No, that's just my stomach growling.

It always does that
when I'm on the verge of starvation.

There.

We got company.

Yeah, y'all look good.
Don't you worry about it.

You meet us at the fairgrounds.
You got two minutes.

I know.

-One minute.
-A whole lot can happen in a minute.

I hope so.

Well, that's it. Let's go home.

Look!

It's Luke!

-That's him.
-Luke got the critter.

I always did like that boy.

Hold it! It's cops. Let's get out of here.

All right, freeze.

Don't freeze, get out of that car.

Ten seconds.

He made it.

Good horse.

I'm so proud of you, cousin.

Steward, I have the pleasure
to present my...

Our entry. The great horse, Manassas.

Yeah, you made it.

Dunlap and the rest of his horse thieves
got five years in the state prison.

And the next Saturday, Manassas won
the Lulu Hogg Stakes by five lengths.

Lulu Hogg lost the chance to be there
when she came down with the gout...

from eating pig knuckles.

Burl Tolliver won enough money...

to pay off his mortgages to Boss.

And Rosco almost lost his head
and his job when he admitted to Boss...

that he forgot to place Boss' bets
on Manassas.

Someone once said
that nice guys finish last.

Well, not always.

Not in Hazzard County.