Synopsis

That's right, that same throwback to the 1940s, that same left-foot-in-the-gumshoe fromThree Murders and It's Only Monday! Is back on the job again. This time he's posing as a golf-playing psychiatrist at the Shady Meadows Country Club. "A place where old polyester goes to die," says Harry, after club members start dropping like divots on the duffer's course. And the club members aren't much saner than he is. A prima donna club president, an astrological moonchild, a Wall Street ad man and, yes, even someone passing themself off as the twin of a missing club member, are all dropping red herrings in their wake. Throw in a naive supervisor, a sultry hard-hearted dame and a surly police sergeant and you have to figure If It's Monday, This Must Be Murder! One int. set.