Quarry's the hit man's hit man, so when he meets another pro with a five-year grudge against him, he's careful. Then: fade to a snowed-in chalet, and the picture changes. Quarry finds himself in the kinky world of flesh-on-film, where nobody's what he - or she - appears to be, and where a dying man puts out a contract on a kingpin skin-flick director's life.

But Quarry knows amateur murder when he sees it...and when the corpses start to turn up, he knows something's out of synch.