Hi.
Can-- Wait,
can you hear me now?
Is-- Is this better?
Hi, uh,
could you please keep
your telephone
conversation down?
It's not your fault,
I think the walls
are just really thin.
Thank you.
Yeah, it's still
a little loud. Thank you.
I can't breathe!
This is ridiculous.
Hello. Uh, I'm sorry
to bother you. I'm in Room 104,
and the woman next door
is just--
well, I don't know
if she's just very loud
or if the walls are very thin,
but it's inconvenient,
and I was wondering
if I could switch rooms,
preferably with a vacancy
on either side.
Well, that isn't possible,
'cause I literally
just heard her.
Well, perhaps someone
is crashing your motel,
because I am telling you,
there is a woman in Room 106.
- Sorry to disturb.
- It's OK.
Let's just go see.
Seems empty to me, yeah?
I, uh-- Well, maybe she left.
- I don't know, honey.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
- That is too weird. I mean--
- I know, right?
- Hey!
-Hi.
What?!
- Where were you hiding?
-I'm not hiding.
Yeah, but the room
was completely empty.
I can-- I can explain.
I'm inside the wall.
You're--
you're inside the wall?
It's true. I live here.
I'm incredibly bored,
and I was just hoping
we could have a conversation.
No, you're not
inside the wall.
Catherine.
Your name is Catherine Strauss,
you're single,
you just quit your job
at Anderson
because you can't type
at the computer
without back, neck,
and arm pain.
You've just gotten back
from the Peterson clinic,
where another team of doctors
has yet again
been unable to find a diagnosis
for all these strange ailments
that you've been having
this past year...
including the exhaustion.
Oh, and that pain in your shin?
It's been getting worse lately.
Looking for side effects
or something like that?
It's OK. It's OK.
I can be your friend.
You don't have to be afraid.
I am losing my mind.
You are not here.
It's the drugs--
the combination of drugs.
It's not the drugs.
Justshut up, OK?!
Shut up!
Do you want
to talk about it?
About what?
Everything.
Anything.
It... started with me
just getting anxious.
Like I was outside of myself
all of a sudden,
looking at my life.
And I just started--
started to have
these little...
panic spells.
Well, then I-- I...
I started not being able
to get up in the morning.
I was sleeping a lot,
I was just--
wasn't sleeping well.
And then I, uh--
I started losing my appetite.
And I lost weight.
And then I got these...
aches and pains in my body.
I saw a therapist,
I saw doctor after doctor
after doctor.
I went to yoga classes
and acupuncture,
acupressure,
Chinese herbs,
more yoga--
I did everything.
I really-- I really
triedeverything.
And now I feel like I'm...
going away or something.
And no one can help me.
I can try to help you.
- How?
- Be your friend.
Yeah, I have friends.
-Where are they now?
- Home.
Shouldn't they be with you?
They have
their own lives.
I don't want to bother them.
Respectfully...
wouldn't a real friend know
that you'd never be comfortable
asking them to come with you?
And they'd just book a ticket
and come anyway,
because they knew you,
and they knew
that you needed them.
Even though
you'd never ask.
What about a husband?
Right, you know
all these things about me
but you don't know
that I'm not married?
You're right.
No husband, no boyfriend--
really, you've never
-had a relation--
- OK, thank you
for reminding me.
But it is so crazy.
You're a good-looking woman,
you're smart, you're funny,
you're friendly, nice...
Oh, God, you sound
just like my mother!
Oh, I don't know, I--
I guess I'd like to think
that when the girls and boys
were kissing in middle school,
I was a dancer, and...
I guess I just missed that boat.
And then by the time
they were having sex
in high school,
I was trying to catch up
and have that first kiss.
And... I guess I just...
never really caught up.
Is that what
you really believe?
No.
No, I think that
there is something
really wrong with me,
deep down, that I don't--
that I don't work right.
What if you're not sick?
What if this deep-down feeling
is why all of this
is happening to you?
Why you're just...
going away?
Maybe.
Do you trust me, Catherine?
Yeah.
I want to try something.
Will you try something
with me?
OK.
We're gonna masturbate
together.
What?!
- Oh, my God.
We're gonna jerk off together.
- No.
-Yes!
We are. We're gonna
jerk off together.
- No, we're--
-OK, come on,
this is
gonna be good for you.
Oh, no, I'm not--
I've never been good at this.
Just trust me.
There's no man in this wall...
- Ohh!
-I do this all the time,
- Great.
-and it-- it always
makes me feel better.
OK, listen, I'm gonna
make you good at this.
-Orgasms are fun.
- Ohh.
They release endorphins
in your brain,
which make you happy,
which heal you,
which make you
more attractive to men--
Do you sort of see where
I'm going with this?
Yes. OK, I'll do it.
Yes!
OK, get comfortable.
OK.
I'm gonna
talk you through it.
Close your eyes.
You're lying
in an empty field.
You're naked.
You feel the sun--
it's warm on your skin--
and it's there to heal you.
And there's a light,
cool breeze.
It tickles you
all over your body...
like a thousand... mmm...
loving fingertips.
It feels sooooo good.
Take a deep breath.
-Now...
let the breeze
penetrate you.
The wind...
it takes over completely now
and it fills you
with a sense of calm.
-It holds you.
The wind is your lover,
kissing you, embracing you,
touching every part of you.
Oh, but now the wind,
it's-- it's getting caught
on something.
Something in your chest
is blocking it.
The sun, it all starts
to go away.
The wind wants to get through,
you want it to get through,
but it just won't.
The clouds are forming now
in the sky.
It's raining. Yes.
You've gotta reach down there
and free it.
You've gotta clear
whatever it is
that is blocking that wind
inside of you, so that--
- Please. I am. I am.
-You are not!
- I can't!
-Catherine, you can!
I can't!
It's always been blocked!
Stop it. You can!
You absolutely can, Catherine.
I believe that you can do this,
you can!
I ca-- I can!
- I ca-- I can! I am!
-Fucking do it!
Get rid of it, Catherine!
-Fucking get rid of it,
Catherine!
- I ca-- Ohh! Ohh!
I can!
I can! Ohh! I can!
Oh! Oh! Ohh!
Ahh... Ahh...
What's your name?
- Let me know
if you need anything else.
- Yep.
Hello?
Are you there?
Of course you're not there.
Because you're a figment
of my imagination
when I was going crazy.
Which makes a lot more sense
than a person in the wall,
you fucking idiot.
I'm here, Catherine.
What's new?
Can you see me
right now?
I believe so.
So you can probably guess.
I'm just trying
to break the ice.
Oh, I get it.
You're just trying
to break the ice.
Well, how are you?
I have crippling Lyme disease.
I am sitting
in a fucking wheelchair
because I can't fucking walk!
-I'm sorry about that.
- Oh, are you?
I wish that hadn't
happened to you.
- Oh, really?
-Yeah.
Because I'm your friend.
Oh, you're my friend.
Yes, I'm your friend.
I'm your only
real friend.
Shut up.
When I left here,
I stopped seeing doctors.
Do you know that?
I stopped seeing doctors...
and I lost the ability towalk.
I have a disease!
Do you hear me?!
I hear you.
So fuck you!
That's what I came back to say!
Fuck! You!
You made me feel like
this happened to me
because I was weak!
That I-- I brought it on myself!
That it was because
I wasn't strong!
I am strong!
- Shut up!
- Stop it. Shut up.
Hello?
Hello, Catherine.
I'm excited to see you.
Especially looking so well.
Thank you.
-Whoo! Bravo!
No more pain.
And your sweet, loving husband?
Oh, Jeff, he's the best.
I'm so happy for you.
-No luggage.
- No, I-- I can't stay.
OK.
I just...
I wanted to apologize
for the way I treated you
the last time I saw you.
It was a difficult time
for me, and I think
I was looking
for someone to blame,
and I blamed you, even though
you were trying to help me.
The truth is, I don't know
if it was the last round
of medicine or your...
guidance that healed me,
but I am healed.
So thank you.
You don't have to apologize.
I am very, very happy
that you're better.
I love you.
OK, well, anyhow,
I was just--
I just wanted to say that,
and good-bye.
OK.
Good-bye.
-You're still here.
I know.
Why?
I don't know.
Is it because
you're still sad?
No, I-- I told you,
I'm quite well now.
I know, but...
despite it all,
you're still sad.
It's OK.
You can be honest with me.
The truth is...
I'm sad too.
Why?
I'm sad that I'll never
get to see you again.
- But---
-But what? I'm not
a real person,
so it doesn't really matter?
Oh, no, no,
I wasn't gonna say that.
Yeah,
but you were thinking it.
You're right, I was.
It's OK.
Hey, did you ever
talk about me
with your therapist?
You know I didn't.
You thought he'd throw you
in the loony bin
if you told him about
your-- your friend in the wall?
No, I think I--
I could have
talked about you,
but I didn't want to.
Why not?
I've been trying really hard
to understand all of this,
and I-- I can't.
And I would rather just...
just let it be
whatever it is.
But if you had to guess?
- I can't.
-I'll give you a hint:
I'm not a goblin.
And... I'm not just
a figment of your imagination,
reflecting your own thoughts
back to you.
And you're not crazy.
So what, then?
I am a woman...
and something terrible
happened to me a while ago,
and I've been living here
ever since.
I'm lonely.
I'm looking for a friend--
a true friend--
to help me.
To help you do what?
To believe that I'm real.
- No-- No!
Noooo!!!