"Can't say I'm surprised," Scott blurts out.  He glances askew at Deacon.  He'd known that the chap was off his kilter ever since the first minute they'd arrived and Deacon started smashing car windows completely unprovoked, but he'd never thought that the man had the potential for being completely insane.  How much did Scott know about him, really?  A stage magician, whose assistant died in a freak accident...Scott could see how that could be traumatizing for anybody.<br/><br/>He slips his hands into his pockets, making sure that he still had the kitchen knife and the radio (they were deep pockets).  After a moment, he asks, softly, almost sympathetically:<br/><br/>"Did you still want to go to the theater?"