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Hallam's talent for spying on people reveals his darkest fears-and his most peculiar desires. Driven to expose the true cause of his mother's death, he instead finds himself searching the rooftops of the city for love.
Kate Breck: Is there a love in your life? Hallam Foe: She's dead. Would you like to meet her? Kate Breck: I like creepy guys.
Kate Breck: I'm a real live human being Hallam. Sometimes I want sweet; sometimes I want sour. Sometimes I don't know what I want. My shit stinks. I'm going to die someday. If I look like your mother, it's just a coincidence. Am I telling you anything you don't already know? Hallam Foe: Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Kate Breck: [pensively and with regret] Probably not.
Raymond: I fucking hate this job, but it's my job. D'ya understand? Hallam Foe: [nods] Raymond: I killed a man once. Smashed his skull on a pier. Just so ya know.
[last lines] Kate Breck: Look me up in five years' time. Hallam Foe: Will you still be beautiful in five years' time? Kate Breck: I hope so. Hallam Foe: You will be.
Hallam Foe: Look, you're very attractive but I'm politically very committed to the gay cause.
[first lines] Jenny: [to Hallam] You're dead. You're fucking dead! I'll get my brother on to you. Carl: [to Jenny] Jen, come back, wait! Carl: [to Hallam] If that was a joke, it wasn't a bit fucking funny. And I'd look out for her brother, he's fucking mental.