Daney stood in the shadows and watched nervously.

"You have got to be kiddin' me. MaryAnne, if you don't git that door open inside a' ten seconds, I'm gonna holler for Amnesty International, and then I'm gonna file a complaint with the Civil Liberties Union, n' THEN I'm gonna cuss like hell."

After watching MaryAnne fight with the lock another moment, takes a two-handed grip on the bars, lowers head, sighs....and then....

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! This can't be happenin'!! This is cruel and unusual punishment!! Somebody call a locksmith!!"

"Oh just hush a moment..." MaryAnne takes a small pouch from her gunbelt and opens it up, revealing her lock picking kit. "Brian, believe me I'm tryin' to get ya outta here! " She selects a tool and goes to work on the lock. After more than 10 seconds, the lock still hasn't given.

"*&%$#@!!" MaryAnne picks another tool and tries it but still no lock...er...luck. She sighs looking at her useless lock picking tool and the stubborn lock. "Startin' cussin', cousin."

MacGyver hears the swearing from the angered Coltrane and walks down the steps into the basement, seeing MaryAnne having problems.

"Need any help with the lock there Deputy?"

"@#&*%#& sonofa #@&%* an' #$%@#*@!!!" After taking a breath, looks through the bars, and says:

"Awright. Let's not lose our heads heah. One lock, two Coltranes. This ain't no big deal, it's just a little dee-lay, we'll figure it out. Now yer keys ain't workin', and the lockpick ain't workin'. And I can tell ya, I tried stickin' a dinner fork in there the other night, and that didn't work. So we can rule out those things as e-ffective solutions."

Looks at Brian. "You WHAT?!?! You stuck a dinner fork in here one night?? Cripes, no wonder the @#!$%ing thing won't open!" Pauses and takes a breath. "Yer right, two Coltranes one lock..." Looks over at Mac. "Oh hey, Mac. I think I got it covered here but don't go nowhere....hmmm...." Looks at the lock and then looks down at gun. "AH HA!!" Pulls gun from holster. "Stand back, Brian, I'm gonna try to shoot it." Takes aim at the lock....

Mac's dark eyes widen. "Uhhh Deputy, that might NOT work!"

He covered his head and ducked around the corner from the cell.

"Brian! I suggest you get far away from the door! That bullet just might ricochet!"

"GAH! MaryAnne, if'n you ain't noticed, I ain't got too much room to hide!! Ya tryin' to get one of us killed?!"

Seeing that MaryAnne is pulling the hammer back, abandons the debate and dives under the jail bunk. "You been on one patrol too many, I'm tellin 'ya...."

MaryAnne holds her breath and releases the hammer, sending the bullet zippin' to the lock.....

....and immediately bouncing right off it.

PING! ZIP!! ZIPPOW!!

"DOHHO!!!" MaryAnne hit the floor as the bullet zipped around the booking room, pinging off the clipboard, walls, the booking desk, the metal radio set, back across the room and finally breaking through the glass of the door of Boss's office.

MaryAnne slowly stands up and looks at the hole in the glass of the door. "Uh, okay....obviously THAT didn't work..." Looks at Brian under the bunk. "You can come out, Brian it didn't work."

Daney stepped close behind MaryAnne. She looked pass the Deputy at Brian. "You know that doesn't seem like a bad place for you to be." She muttered outloud.

Mac gets up and brushes off his clothes.

"Steel door huh Deputy? Bullets and steel equal big hullabaloo! I have an idea on how to get Brian out but I'd have to borrow your gun in order to do it."

He glances at Brian. "And Brian has to trust me."

"MaryAnne, that was an almighty ruckus and ya damn near blew yer own head off. Not to mention the free coronary I got with purchase!"

Crawls out from under bunk, eyes Mac and Daney. "And now this is turned into some kinda public spectacle. Mac, I appreciate yer offer, but I know MaryAnne. Hazzard law got me in here, Hazzard law is gonna halfta get me out. Lord knows how."

Walks up to bars, watches smoke drift from MaryAnne's gun. Speaks to the Deputy. "I'm beginnin' to think the chipped beef served here nightly beats the lead slug you're tryin' to serve up. Any other bright ideas, blue-sleeves?"

"Eh hem," Hilery Davenport said clearing her throat. "i'm not speciallist but you got two choices from what i can see. If Brian didn't gain no weight while he was in there you could try one of the Duke's old escapes and use Cooter's tow truck to yank the bars off hte winder, which would cost a repair bill ... and boss would possibly go after us Davenports to pay for it because we'd be helping, OR we could use a blow torch and a screw driver to take the lock appart because the last I checked it couldn' be done just with a screwdriver for the lacking of visible screws, and then you could simply fool with the innards of the lock, preferably remove them. In the end you could easily replace the locking mechanism, and teh problems in the future with not being able to get criminals er um, parollees out will be history. But then again, what do I know, I'm just a mechanic," Hilery says shrugging. "but Brian, it's nice to see you made parole ... now they just need to get you out," Hilery says chuckling. "I know soem folks are missing you a lot. they been asking others nonstop if folks miss ya... and i thnk i speak for almost everyone when i says we all do. Believe me, we've both had some interesting talks about your past stories, and I miss the money Cooter and I were making from you bringing diablo in for my Cuz to work on ... and money from us letting you work on him in the garage," Hilery said grinning. "I hope MaryAnne and company can get you out though. and if y'all need a blow torch, just ask. Cooter has one." Hilery says finishing, then sits down behind MaryAnne's desk and goes to put her feet up then thinks better of it so she sits back on the steps in the bookingroom. "Good Luck."

Sighs and thinks for a moment. "Brian's right, the law put 'em in here and the law's gotta get him out." MaryAnne placed her gun back in her holster and stepped over to the radio.

"Deputy MaryAnne Coltrane callin' Sheriff Rosco. You gotcha ears on cousin? I gotta...uh...problem, here at the booking room. Come back."

Mutters a comment as MaryAnne makes the radio call...

"She's got a problem?? She should try it from this side of the iron..."

While MaryAnne was waiting for Rosco to reply. Daney stepped over to the cell and stood in front of it. Hazel eyes looked respectfully. She whispered. "Brian, you'll get out before the next full moon hopefully." A shy smile came over her lips.

"Gee Daney thats encouraging." Mac looked at the woman standing in front of the jail cell.

"The next full moon is not for a couple of weeks at least."

"Thanks, ya'll. Heh."

Gives a smile to Daney and Mac, and to anyone else in the vicinity. Holds on to bars in a loose grip, leaning forward lazily.

"Good to see everybody. I've been havin' quite the vacation here. No work, just sittin' around readin' comic books, smokin' cigarettes, pacin' around in a circle...you outta try it! Ya don't know what yer missin'."

"Been there, done that Brian and trust me this place is a picnic compared to where I was."

Mac reaches out and grips the bars.

"Just as solid though."

Oh, I know what I am missin'. Daney thought to herself. A slender hand came up and touched her necklace. She glanced from Brian to Mac. She decided to ignore Mac's comment. Sounded like he was just as frustrated as everyone else. Her other hand reached out and held one of the bars tightly.

Seeing the expressions on the gathered faces, gives a mild smile. "Don't ya'll be too sorry for me. I'm a bad guy. Bad guys go to jail every once in awhile. Ya kinda get used to it."

Takes a out a cigarette and lights up, exhaling a stream of smoke. "So what's new on the outside?"

From behind a warm hand gently grasped Daney's free hand and squeezed it tight quickly then let go.

"Hey..." Val smiled softly looking into the Duke's eyes to tell her she was there for support.

"Speaking of comics, did you enjoy the ones I had Miz Tisdale deliver to y'all?" Hilery asked. "I hope you did. And Brian, I prefere fishing to jail, no offense, though, when you get to annoy the deputies while you're in there, that's fun."

Gives a nod and a smile to Val through the bars. Turns to speak to Hilery.

"Yeah, I dug the comics, thank ya. Mighty kind. And I think me annoyin' the deputies went a long way towards gettin' outta here in 30 instead a' 60. Khee!"

Takes a look at the clock on the wall...

"Though if ol' Rosco don't show tonight, I'm gonna be in here until MaryAnne gets a wreckin' ball to tear the place down. Might never get out...in one piece..."

Daney glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "Val, nice of you to drop by. How have you been?" She turned and gave the Game Warden a hug. "Don't be shy, say hi to Brian. He doesn't bite," She whispered.