McGowan: What's going on, bud? Things seem scarce around here. Is it spring cleaning already?

Unknown Man: We're transferring you, Lloyd, you and most of the other patients.

McGowan: Transfer?

Unknown Man: Yes, to another institution.

McGowan: What, like Buffalo or something?

Unknown Man: Not quite. We've reached an agreement with a small facility in Maryland, umm, Darlington, Maryland. How do you feel about this?

McGowan: Ah, I bet it's darling!

Unknown Man: Are you afraid?

McGowan: I don't know what afraid is anymore. I don't even know what "feel" is anymore...

Unknown Man: Try to tell me.

McGowan: Look, if I feel anything, it's this. I feel like I've been asleep for the past thirty years and I still can't wake up. I feel like you've been selling me lies. I feel like my mother died before I could ever say goodbye, and my Pappy probably outlived her 'cause that's exactly the kind of asshole he was.

Unknown Man: You're handling this well...

McGowan: You're a funny guy, bud. I'll tell you what, you finally get around to telling me what my deal is and I won't beat the shit out of you as soon as they let me go.

Unknown Man: I guess it can't hurt now.

McGowan: Oh, it still could, believe me.

Unknown Man: I see your point. Lloyd, you were a threat to your family. That's why your mother dropped you off here. She was afraid.

McGowan: She was afraid of my father!

Unknown Man: She was afraid of you.

McGowan: In a pig's ass, she was afraid of me. I was her boy, her baby boy!

Unknown Man: Relax, please, Lloyd.

McGowan: What else are you going to pull out of that backwards noggin of yours, huh? Tell me. Tell me somethin' real good.

Unknown Man: Thirty years ago, you committed a murder.

McGowan: What?!

Unknown Man: That's why you can't place the past few years. You've been medicated and isolated for the majority of that time.

McGowan: I ain't never killed nobody! I ain't my father!

Unknown Man: There was a young woman with anterograde amnesia. Do you remember her?

McGowan: What? I... I don't know... Maybe... I... What are you talking about? I ain't killed nobody.

Unknown Man: Do you remember? She was also a patient of Dr. Richter's.

McGowan: Richter? Ah, yeah, that guy. I remember that guy.

Unknown Man: And the young woman?

McGowan: I... I think so. Rachel? Beatrice? I don't remember her name. What was it? I didn't kill her.

Unknown Man: You, yourself, admitted your memory is missing pieces.

McGowan: I think I'd know if I did that!

Unknown Man: Would you now?

[sounds of cuffs/shackles]

McGowan: You've got some nerve. You're trying to mess me up and get in my head! You can't! Get out! You wake me up from a dream and all my heroes are dead!