A movie producer is dead, murdered, and any one of the cast could have done it. Nobody much seems to care, though, with most of the actors more worried about quibbling over the script and who ends up with who.
Enter, stage right, Lucy Ripken. She’s come to solve the crime, fix the script, and drink wine. She’d say she’s all out of wine, but that kinda cliché’s exactly the sort of nonsense she’s been brought into fix (well, that and murder), so let’s just say she’s gonna drink Merlot and solve crime.
If she happens to get an executive producer credit out of it, so much the better.