“Hello, #0980.”
“Hello.”
“Do you remember me?”
“Yes. You're my shrink.”
“I guess you could put it that way. So, let's begin.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“This is to help you, #0980.”
“You know what would help?”
“Yes?”
“You stop calling me that, and get me some more of those tranquilizers.”
“Afraid I can't do that, #098 –”
“It would be better for both of us if you did.”
“Not going to happen, #0980.”
“Didn't you hear the man, you white-coated son-of-a-bitch?! Now look what you did.”
“Ah. Hello there. What do you call yourself?”
“Fuck it, what do you care?”
“Would you rather me giving you another number?”
“Good point. Call me Danforth.”
“Danforth. Interesting name.”
“Interesting man.”
“Ah, #0980. Nice to see you again.”
“If you can call him by his name, do the same for me, shrink.”
“Okay, what's your name, then?”
“Ed.”
“Right. Hello Ed.”
“See, shrink? That's better. Now you don't get him pissed off again, okay.”
“Why not, Ed?”
“You really care to find out?”
“Maybe I do.”
“Shrink, don't. He's dangerous.”
“So what? He can't hurt me. Can't you, Danforth?”
“Man, you really can't take good advice, can you, Shrink?”
“I'm here to help, Danforth. Do you want to talk?”
“Do you want to help, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, start by removing these fucking restraints.”
“Can't do that, Danforth.”
“Well, you're not much use, are you?”
“Sorry that you think that. Can I talk to Ed?”
“No, fuckwit. You're stuck with me, I'm afraid. Shoulda given the sod his tranquilizers when he asked for 'em.”
“All right then. Let's talk. Who are you?”
“You mean that nice little file there don't tell you? You people must be even more useless than I thought.”
“Oh, I know quite a bit about you, Danforth.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yes sir, I do. Recall this?”
“What? It's a dead body. Seen plenty of that in my time.”
“Really. Do you know whose body it is?”
“Ten bucks says you do.”
“It's yours, Danforth.”
“Lookit, Sherlock here made a freaking deduction. Whaddaya want, a medal?”
“Do you know how you are still alive?”
“I know that you're talking out of your overlarge ass, is what I know.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Do you want to know how I died?”
“Go ahead, shoot.”
“He killed me.”
“Who did?”
“Ed.”
“Really.”
“Yes.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
“How do you think I feel?”
“Angry, I presume?”
“You have no fricking idea.”
“What do you plan to do?”
“To Ed?”
“Well ... yes?”
“Easy. I'm going to kill him.”1
“Hello.”
“Do you remember me?”
“Yes. You're my shrink.”
“I guess you could put it that way. So, let's begin.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“This is to help you, #0980.”
“You know what would help?”
“Yes?”
“You stop calling me that, and get me some more of those tranquilizers.”
“Afraid I can't do that, #098 –”
“It would be better for both of us if you did.”
“Not going to happen, #0980.”
“Didn't you hear the man, you white-coated son-of-a-bitch?! Now look what you did.”
“Ah. Hello there. What do you call yourself?”
“Fuck it, what do you care?”
“Would you rather me giving you another number?”
“Good point. Call me Danforth.”
“Danforth. Interesting name.”
“Interesting man.”
“Ah, #0980. Nice to see you again.”
“If you can call him by his name, do the same for me, shrink.”
“Okay, what's your name, then?”
“Ed.”
“Right. Hello Ed.”
“See, shrink? That's better. Now you don't get him pissed off again, okay.”
“Why not, Ed?”
“You really care to find out?”
“Maybe I do.”
“Shrink, don't. He's dangerous.”
“So what? He can't hurt me. Can't you, Danforth?”
“Man, you really can't take good advice, can you, Shrink?”
“I'm here to help, Danforth. Do you want to talk?”
“Do you want to help, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, start by removing these fucking restraints.”
“Can't do that, Danforth.”
“Well, you're not much use, are you?”
“Sorry that you think that. Can I talk to Ed?”
“No, fuckwit. You're stuck with me, I'm afraid. Shoulda given the sod his tranquilizers when he asked for 'em.”
“All right then. Let's talk. Who are you?”
“You mean that nice little file there don't tell you? You people must be even more useless than I thought.”
“Oh, I know quite a bit about you, Danforth.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yes sir, I do. Recall this?”
“What? It's a dead body. Seen plenty of that in my time.”
“Really. Do you know whose body it is?”
“Ten bucks says you do.”
“It's yours, Danforth.”
“Lookit, Sherlock here made a freaking deduction. Whaddaya want, a medal?”
“Do you know how you are still alive?”
“I know that you're talking out of your overlarge ass, is what I know.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Do you want to know how I died?”
“Go ahead, shoot.”
“He killed me.”
“Who did?”
“Ed.”
“Really.”
“Yes.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
“How do you think I feel?”
“Angry, I presume?”
“You have no fricking idea.”
“What do you plan to do?”
“To Ed?”
“Well ... yes?”
“Easy. I'm going to kill him.”1
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
and the "shrink" is actually a priest
-- I’d never attempt it. But your plot moved smoothly and the characters were visible. 
Geri
But I liked this!!
I was a bit confused when Danforth came in, but after a bit i understood. You should write more stuff like this. 
well, I've read your writing and I think it's good. 
