Deacon: [runs up to Maccready] Do you want to make five caps? Maccready: How? Deacon: I need you to take the blame. Danse: [from a distance] Oh my God! Maccready: What did you do? Deacon: I can't tell you. Yes or no? No questions asked. Danse: OH MY GOD! Maccready: Make it ten and you've got yourself a deal. Danse: OH! MY! GOD! Deacon: You're a good friend. -Grabs Maccready- DON'T WORRY DANSE I CAUGHT HIM!









