When a naked woman flashes past Nick Madrid's fourteenth floor hotel window it's quite a start to the Just for Laughs Festival. The management is horrified to have a celebrity death fall into their laps, that is, into their pool, and the mess in the shallow end is no treat either. But the big question is: was Cissie Parker pushed or did she fall?<BR>Nick, a journalist easily distracted by his intense and painful yoga practices, turns gumshoe to answer the question. Madrid and his cohorts - the caddy Frank and the ciggie-smoking, platform-sole wearing Bridget - pick up the deadly breadcrumb trail, each carrying their own suspicions as to who killed Ms. Parker. The fine lines of comedy and tragedy are smeared as the killer's trail leads them from Montreal to Edinburgh to the ghastly-lights of Hollywood.