Jesse and Daisy were up at the crack of dawn the following morning to get the chores finished so they could take a trip to Chickasaw County to visit Luke and bring him some fresh clothes and his toothbrush. Cooter pulled in the yard just as they were about to leave and he joined them. While they were out and about, they also decided to take a trip to Capital City's library to see if they could find any information regarding Hawthorne's Furniture Store, and where that company may be based from. If they could give Hawthorne's a call, someone there was sure to know what one of their trucks was doing in Hazzard County.

Sheriff Little met the Dukes and Cooter in the lobby and brought Luke out to sit with them for a visit. "You've got about fifteen minutes." He stated as he sat down at a nearby desk with his shotgun on his lap.

Daisy and Jesse gave Luke a hug, while Cooter clapped him on the shoulder. "How're you holding up?" Cooter asked.

"I'm fine, how's Bo?"

Jesse snickered a bit, in spite of the situation. "I called him this morning and he's as worried about you as you are him. He wanted to make sure I told you that he says he's fine and to just focus on getting out and getting things back to normal."

Luke blew out a deep breath and shook his head slightly. "To be honest with you, I'm starting to get real worried for the both of us. Time's running out fast, and we still haven't been able to get a real break in this case yet."

Daisy hated the sound of defeat in Luke's voice. He had always been the one to come up with the plans to solve any situation, and it was killing her to hear the pain in his voice now. She tried hard to be reassuring. "Try not to worry, Luke. Everyone in Hazzard is looking for the truck and car, or any other clues that could prove your innocence. Enos was out a lot last night trying to uncover any new leads as well. With all the people you and Bo have out there trying to help, there's just got to be a way that this whole mess gets settled."

Luke smiled slightly. "Well, just make sure to let the good people of Hazzard know that Bo and me sure do appreciate everything they're trying to do for us. It sure is a comfort to know that we have their support with this."

Jesse hated to bring up the subject, but it was inevitable anyway. Turning to Little, he asked "Have you got the lab results back yet on the fingerprints?"

Sheriff Little's head turned toward Jesse, although it was always difficult to see if he was making eye contact behind those dark glasses he always wore. "Yes we did. Those prints did match Luke's, just as I said they would."

Luke began to lose his temper and his voice rose a bit. "And I already told you that I did touch a jug that morning, so it doesn't surprise me that the prints matched. It still doesn't mean that I was the one you were chasing. Whoever it is that set me up for this stole the jug and used it to frame me, same as they framed Bo the day before."

Little sighed and shook his head, looking very bored with the conversation. "I think we covered this topic enough last night, don't you, Duke? Aren't you tired of singing the same song over and over again?"

"I'll keep singing it until we find the real people responsible for this."

Little leaned forward in his chair, "I hear one more word like that from you, and your visit will be over and you'll be back in your cell. Do I make myself clear?"

Luke fumed for a moment, and then seemed to settle down a bit. "Yes, you do, Sir."

Luke's family and friend continued the conversation; distracting Luke from any further confrontations will the sheriff and getting back to the business at hand. They discussed going to the library to research the furniture store and also trying to get the word out to the citizens of Chickasaw County for some help, as the delivery truck and imposter General were also there. Luke agreed that those were very good ideas, and asked that they keep him posted in their findings, adding that he didn't think he had very much time left in Chickasaw before they sent him to the larger facility in Atlanta. "It will be either later today or tomorrow when they come to get me." Luke bowed his head again. "Gosh, time seems to be really running out."

"Either way, you boys will have the right to a fair trial, and along with that we'll be given a lawyer for both of you. Even after you are sent to Atlanta, we'll still have some time to gather evidence." Jesse lowered his head a little as he continued. "We just won't have the opportunities to sit and talk to you and Bo after you're sent there, Atlanta's a long drive from Hazzard."

Jesse, Cooter and Daisy rode a few miles in silence as they left the jail. They stopped at the library and learned that Hawthorne's Furniture Company had a corporation in Atlanta, and their warehouse was owned by J.S. Industries. They also obtained a phone number and planned to continue their investigation once they got home to a phone. As their long morning rolled into the afternoon, they decided to stop at a diner in Capital City for some lunch.

They took a seat at a booth near the door and looked over the menus. Cooter was facing into the restaurant, and because he was a people watcher by nature anyway, he enjoyed observing the other patrons as they ate and held conversations of their own. As he looked over the scene before him, the sight of one particular man kept bringing Cooter's gaze back in his direction. He had noticed him earlier, as the man had stood and asked the waitress for a second cup of coffee. There was something familiar about him, although Cooter had gotten a good look at his face and he was pretty certain that he'd never met the man before. Cooter frowned a bit and continued to study him. It was going to drive him crazy until he made the connection. He looked to be about thirty, maybe thirty five, had longer sandy blonde hair, dark eyes with a ruddy complexion and stood a little over six feet tall. He was dressed in very nice clothing with a light suede jacket and wing tipped shoes.

It seemed as though Cooter's mystery was going to go unsolved, as the gentleman had received his check and was headed to the check out register to pay his tab. Another man stood with him, who Cooter hadn't seen until just now as his view had been blocked until he stood. A light bulb seemed to go off in Cooter's head as he made the connection. The second man with him also seemed to be in his mid thirties, had dark hair and stood about six feet tall. He also was dressed very nicely with a suit jacket and black slacks. As both men stood at the register with their backs toward them, Cooter nudged Jesse.

Pointing to the men in question, "Hey Uncle Jesse, from the back, who would you say them two fellas there looked like?"

Jesse's mouth dropped open. "Lord have mercy! From the back they look just like the boys! It's gotta be them!" Jesse abruptly stood and headed for the register with Cooter close behind him. Daisy also rose, but Jesse stopped her, telling her to stay put as this could get messy. Reluctantly, she sat back down.

The men had just walked out the door of the diner as Cooter and Jesse caught up with them. "Excuse me," Jesse called out. "Do you fellas mind if we ask you a couple questions?"

The blond turned as he was just about to open his car door. The car was a rental, with Atlanta plates. Smiling, he answered, "Sure, as long as it's not for directions. We're not from around here."

Jesse continued, smiling back. "No, no, it's not for directions. Do you mind telling me where you're from, though? You're dressed way to fine to be from these parts."

"Actually, we're both from New York City. We're actors, and we've just auditioned for a part in a new film project."

A surprised look crossed Cooter's face. "A film project? In Hazzard County?"

The two strangers exchanged confused glances with each other, "I'm sorry," The brunette continued, "Was there something we could do for you?"

Jesse realized that this would seem like a strange conversation, so he backed up a bit. Holding out his hand, he introduced himself. The men seemed to relax a bit, each accepting Jesse's and Cooter's handshakes. They learned that the blonde's name was Alan and the brunette's was Jeff. They had received casting calls for parts in a supposed new movie, and were told by their agents to take the next flight to Atlanta for auditions.

Now it was Jesse and Cooter's turn to exchange confused glances. "Did anything seem different about the auditions? Were you on a movie set somewheres?" Cooter asked.

Alan rubbed the back of his neck, seeming to be feeling the heat. "It was different, but we were told ahead of time that it was for a new type of film. The cameras were built into the set, so they wouldn't get in the way of the action. Also, we were to do all the stunts ourselves, so we had to be in pretty good shape." Alan smiled "Mine wasn't too tough, but Jeff had to actually jump a car over a creek!"

Jeff nodded. "Yeah, I was a little skeptical about that part at first, but it turned out just fine. Mine was a chase scene with the police and I had to jump the car to escape. They gave me this great old Dodge Charger with a souped up engine to use." He made a flying gesture with his hand, "That car sailed across that creek like a dream. It was quite beautiful, if I must say. I think I did pretty well."

Alan cringed a bit. "I did okay, but they kept changing parts of mine at the last minute, even slapping some paint on my hand and cutting a tear in a pair of jeans I was wearing." He shook his head. "I guess they were still tinkering with the details as I auditioned. The only bad part was, I think I messed it up at the end."

Jesse's eyes narrowed a little as this incredible story began to unfold. "Really? How so?"

"Well," Alan continued, "I was supposed to climb in through the window of my getaway car, but with all the last minute changes they gave me I messed it up and opened the door." He shrugged. "I asked them if they wanted me to take the shot over again, but they told me 'no'. Hopefully it didn't matter too much."

Jesse flinched a little. "When you say, 'they', who are you talking about?"

"The casting directors. They're based out of Atlanta. My agent said they are a new company and this will be their first big project, which is fine with me, as I usually just do small parts and local commercials anyway."

Cooter sucked in his breath slightly. This was all just too much to sink in. He wasn't sure whether or not to believe these guys, but they both seemed so genuine and innocent in the whole thing, he almost hated to tell them what had really gone down. He removed his hat and scratched his head a bit. "Um, listen yall. I don't know how to tell you this but….."

Cooter and Jesse both let the flood gates open and poured their hearts out to them, telling them the entire story and what it had done to their family. Both men seemed to be in shock as they listened to what they were being told. When all was said and done, Jeff was the first one to speak.

"Listen, we don't want any trouble, nor did we intentionally break any laws. Everything we told you was the truth, I swear to God, and we had nothing to do with anything illegal."

Alan proceeded. "That's right. In fact, I didn't really steal any money. I gave it to the driver of the truck after I pulled the car into it, and he put it in another car made up the same as mine to use for the next audition."

"No," Jesse answered. "He put that money in my nephew's car to frame him for stealing the money that you took for them. I'm sorry, son, I'm afraid that both of you were used to set up my family for crimes that would land them in prison for ten years apiece. We need you to come with us and tell the police what happened to help clear them of all of this."

Alan and Jeff's eyes almost popped out of their heads. Instinctively they backed up a bit and put their hands up. "Now wait just a minute. We'd love to help you, we really would," Alan started, "But we both have wives and kids to think about, and we've already told you that we had nothing to do with intentionally setting anyone up for anything. We also have a plane we need to catch within the hour. I'm afraid we can't come with you."

Jeff continued. "Listen," he said as he took a business card out of his wallet. "Here is the name and phone number of mine and Alan's agent. Give him a call and hopefully he can give you all the information you need about who it was who contacted him about all this." He handed it to Jesse. "Now, like Alan said, we'd love to stay and help you, but we really do have to go. I hope it all works out for you, I really do."

Jesse and Cooter felt helpless as they watched the men get into their car and drive away. They had no authority to demand that the gentlemen come with them, and there was no way they could force the issue any further. Cooter looked at Jesse. "What do you think? Were they telling the truth?"

Jesse nodded as he watched the car disappear down the road. "Believe it or not, Cooter, I do think they were telling the truth." Looking at the business card in his hand, he added "Let's just hope this card holds the key to solving this case once and for all. Let's go get Daisy and head home. It ain't gonna be easy, but we gotta tell Rosco and Enos what just happened here. Hopefully this time they'll take us more seriously."

It had been a rough night for Rosco. He was still wide awake when Enos arrived and trudged downstairs at seven a.m. with coffee and donuts. "Good Morning Sheriff." Enos greeted as he set the bag on the cot in front of him, smiling ear to ear. "Good morning, Bo. I brought you both some breakfast, hope you're hungry." Bo yawned as stretched as he was just beginning to awaken, and the smell of fresh coffee and sugary donuts also put a smile on his face. "Morning, Enos." Bo answered as he sat up and reached for the cup that Enos was handing to him through the bars.

Rosco wished Enos a good morning as well as he took his cup. Looking over at Bo, he jeered, "Sleep well?"

Bo scratched his head as he took his first sip. "Yeah, actually I did." He then looked at the cot pulled out and realized that Rosco had been settled on it. He looked up at Rosco with a stunned look on his face. "Did you sleep down here last night?"

Not wanting to tell Bo about the phone call, he lied "Yeah, well, it was hot last night and it's cooler downstairs. Besides, I figured I needed to keep you under close surveillance to be sure you didn't try any funny business down here."

Bo rolled his eyes, but kept quiet as he took a huge bite of powdered donut. Enos watched the sheriff closely, and then asked "Did you get any sleep at all last night, sheriff?"

"No, not much at all. I may have dozed off for about twenty minutes, but I just couldn't sleep a wink." He then stood and put his boots back on. "Anyway, I need to head out and see Boss for a bit this morning, Enos. You stay here with Bo and keep guard on him. Feel free to bring him back to the cell upstairs for the day so you can get some paperwork done. I'm sure Bo's family will be in sometime to see him anyway."

Enos smiled. "Okay, and if you want to take a few hours this afternoon and try to get a nap in, that would be fine with me. I can cover for ya."

Rosco seemed too wrapped up in thought to respond, and he headed up the stairs. Bo and Enos looked at each other and shrugged as they watched Rosco walk away.

Rosco nervously knocked on the door of Boss's house. Normally he wouldn't bother Boss at home, but Rosco knew that the information he had about the phone call last night couldn't wait until later. Boss answered the door with a look of surprise, then disgust. "Rosco, you pea brain, if you tell me that Bo Duke escaped, I swear to you I'll….."

"No, Boss," Rosco interrupted, "It's not that." He took off his hat and held it nervously in his hands. "Can I come in for a minute? It's real important that I talk to you."