by: Keith

(Bo and Luke’s chairs tip over, and the boys fall to the ground. Switch to inside the house, where Uncle Jesse, Daisy, and Cooter here the crash of the chairs and the boys screams of pain)

UNCLE JESSE: What in tarnation is happenin’ out there??

(Uncle Jessse runs for the door and Cooter looks out the window)

COOTER: I ain’t sure how, but Bo and Luke fell outta their wheel chairs and they’re lyin’ on the ground.

(switch back to Bo and Luke, with very pained looks on their faces.)

LUKE: Bo, you alright?

BO: (wincing) Not really. Dangit! That hurt!

(Luke sees everyone headed toward he and Bo)

LUKE: Well, the hurtin’ in our legs ain’t gonna be nuthin compared to the hurtin’ in our ears after we tell Uncle Jesse how we ended up on the ground like this.

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by: Kristy Duke

Chills rush roughly across my weathered body as I quietly glare out through my old store’s scratched window at the gloomy afternoon’s sky that seems to loom heavily over the empty streets of Hazzard. Thoughts lazily crawl through me of the tidbits of information that has came into the store, of all that I have heard about, of the men that has invaded Hazzard; of Sheriff Coltrane and Bo Duke’s disappearance. My imagination once again draws vivid pictures of all the things that they could be doing to their prisoners, forcing me to wonder if I’ll ever see them alive and well again; if so, if they’d ever be the same. A shiver of fear and regret races across my body at the horrible thoughts that flood me, of Rosco and Bo, helpless and suffering.

Listening to the silence that grows upon my empty store, I slowly drag my attention away from the empty streets to glance across my store, of my supplies that hang and are laid out in pride. Spread upon the far right wall lies a large advertisement for Hogg’s meat processing, with Hogg’s boasting smiling face covering half of the add. Staring at Hogg’s too familiar face, anger once again grows steadily within me, anger at Hogg for sinking deeply into his greed; thinking of money before thinking of his own town. If only he had turned away from the likes he had brought into Hazzard, if only he hadn’t opened that new sports store, Bo and Rosco wouldn’t be where they are right now. Hazzard wouldn’t be in trouble as it is now. Staring up at Hogg, my thoughts turn to Jesse and the local Duke family that I have watched grow over the years, watching the changes in Jesse’s children as they grew from children into adults. If something were to happen to Bo, the baby of the family, it would tear Jesse apart. Not that it wouldn’t if it was one of his other kids, it would, but differently. Bo is the baby of the family, the one that they all are over protective of, the one already troubled with bad health and is the one that makes Jesse feel important, needed.

After a long moment drowned in saddened thoughts of the town’s situation, my thoughts are interrupted with the silence as the small silver bell that rests upon the top of the glass door rings. Taking a deep breath, I glance over to my left to where the door stands five feet away from my old scratched wooden desk to find Laura Parka walking in with her nine year old son, James. “Hi Laura,” I smile at her as she glances around and then at me with a thin arm around her son’s thin shoulders, “James.”

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by: Keith

Act Two

RALPH: Listen, we’d really like to thank you boys for all the help you’ve given us today. You’ve made our work a lot easier.

LUKE: No sweat. In fact, me, Bo and our cousin Daisy and Unlce Jesse know everybody in Hazzard. Y’all need any help with whatever it is yer here for, we could probably point ya in the right direction.

RALPH: (shakes with Bo) We certainly appreciate that, boys. We’ll definitely keep it in mind.

(Ralph shakes hands with Luke, but only sees an image of Hazzard Pond)

RALPH: Listen, we’d really like to thank you boys for all the help you’ve given us today. You’ve made our work a lot easier.

LUKE: No sweat. In fact, me, Bo and our cousin Daisy and Unlce Jesse know everybody in Hazzard. Y’all need any help with whatever it is yer here for, we could probably point ya in the right direction.

RALPH: (shakes with Bo) We certainly appreciate that, boys. We’ll definitely keep it in mind.

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by: Marty Chrisman

The ringing of the telephone awoke Jesse from a sound sleep. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up hurrying to answer it. A phone call in the middle of the night always meant bad news and he felt his heart beating frantically in his chest. As he started down the stairs, he saw Daisy come out of her room and hurrying after him. He knew they had the same thing on their minds. The call had to be about Luke.

“Duke farm. This is Jesse Duke speaking.”

“Mr. Duke, this is the Atlanta Medical Center. I’m calling about your nephew, Luke Duke.”

“What about him?”

“The doctor thinks you should get here as soon as you can. Your nephew’s suffered a stroke. They’re taking him into emergency surgery and there’s a chance he may not survive.”

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by: Kristy Duke

Worry and concern is written deeply across his chubby face as tears moisten in his dark brown eyes as he stares helplessly over my shoulder at the closed door. “I don’t know what to do, Jesse,” he finally breaks the silence as he grips tightly upon the arms of his old barber chair, “I started this…I brought them in and I made a deal with them. Now they have turned against me and Rosco is missing. I never – ” he cuts himself off as his voice quivers in emotions, “I never meant for this to happen. I never meant for them to beat Garrett or Ethan and I never meant for this to happen with Rosco. I don’t know Jesse.”

For a short moment I allow a moment of silence to fill his smokey office as I take in his sweaty body, taking in his fear and worry; take in his emotions. “We know you didn’t mean for all that to happen, JD,” I slowly reassure them, “to Ethan, or to Garrett, or to Rosco. What’s important now, is how we are going to deal with what has happened. How we are going to stop them.”

“And how are we going to do that?” JD sharply asks, his attention returning to me, “The phones are all cut…here and across town. Perhaps the whole county,” he stops to wipe sweat off with his handkerchief, “and the roads out of Hazzard are all blocked.”

“Damn it,” I state as my fear grows within me, “you checked all that already?”

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