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An FBI profiler is called in by French Canadian police to catch a serial killer who takes on the identity of each new victim.
Illeana: Everything you saw I wanted you to see.
Martin Asher: That guy was nothing, alright? I didn't take his life, I lived it. I was the best thing that ever happened to that guy. You looked at him, and you saw me, and I looked at you, and I saw you, and we are the same.
Paquette: What kind of gun did he have? Costa: He had the kind that leaves really big holes in people.
Costa: Come on, Illeana, you didn't fall for James Costa. Someone as beautiful and powerful as you doesn't fall for a faggy art dealer. Okay?
Illeana: Fuck you. Costa: Fuck you? Yeah, I did fuck you. Remember making love with those pictures of the dead people around us? Let's face it, Illeana, an ordinary person does not love that as much as we did.
[last lines] Leclair: Ileana. I was worried. Is it done? Illeana: It's over. Leclair: Good. Stay put. I'll call this in. They'll be there soon.
[first lines] Cashier: Where are you going?
Costa: [talking to the police detectives after the operation in the night club was interrupted] Have you ever been fishing? The bait always dies.