Former Broadway dancer Leslie Wetzon, now a Wall Street executive headhunter, accompanies her best friend Carlos, a campy, gay choreographer, to a rehearsal of his new show—and discovers the dead body of Dilla, the much-disliked production assistant, draped over the balcony. Dilla's current lover, Susan, asks Leslie to find ``Killa Dilla's'' killer, but two more will die—one while the show's on the road in Boston, the other back in New York— before Leslie can collapse in the arms of her cop boyfriend Silvestri, having found a millionaire backer for the show, watched while her business partner—the homophobic Xenia Smith—came to terms with her son's homosexuality, and, with the help of a trendy counselor, resolved her feelings about being shot last year (Blood on the Street), and the memories it triggered about her parents' deaths when she was a kid. Whew. A glib and superficial fifth outing, rife with theatrical stalwarts (the greedy producer/the washed-out writer/the ambitious gofer), but, for once, Meyers's glitz and name-dropping suit her subject. Better-than-usual for the series.