Wow. Watching Women's Murder Club was a total drag. Writing up a lengthy review on it and to have it completely erased is an even bigger one. Save, and save often. Well, here goes Round 2. The first draft would've been much more entertaining and less bitter, but aside from wanting to throw my PC out the window right now, I am not feeling much for this TV program. And as gorgeous as Angie Harmon is, there is no way this show measures up for her. What was she thinking? Sex and the City meets CSI this definitely is not.

Okay, so the show interweaves the lives of four women. The lead, played by Harmon, is Inspector Lindsay Boxer, and she is flanked by her friends Jill the district attorney, Claire the medical examiner, and Cindy the crime reporter. Together they solve cases the way Carrie Bradshaw and her gal pals went on dates. But without the fashion. Manolo, where are you when we need you?

The 9th episode for the first season introduces us to the first gay plot in this television series set in the gay mecca of San Francisco. It revolves around the murder of famed drag queen, Dakota Manning. Snort. She is found headfirst in a toilet in her backstage dressing room by the gay southern club owner, who recollects he had heard voices arguing "something fierce."

First, a visit to Dakota's lover Bruce, who also designed Dakota's costumes. Bruce is heartbroken and tells Lindsay that there were some boys who heckled her a week prior and then vandalized her car. Upon closer inspection of the car, crime reporter Cindy says, "Is it just me or does anyone else see Greek letters carved into the car?"

This takes Lindsay to a frat house where she interrupts a hazing ritual that involves four boys dressed in drag and chugging beer. Cut to a police line-up where three of the boys are fingered, pardon the pun, by Bruce and the gay southern club owner. Ah-ha, so it was the frat boys who committed the murder! Cut to five minutes later and we get a phone call saying that the fraternity was throwing a canned food drive the night of the murder and all the boys were accounted for. Dang.

The show jumps about from scene to scene, a la Law & Order, but without the nifty blackscreen and location details subtitled at the bottom. (Not to mention the lack of a signature soundbyte such as "Dun-dunnh!" which has now become my new favorite ringtone.) Instead, we get random glimpses of San Francisco, such as the Golden Gate bridge. "Look, we're in San Francisco!"

Next on the suspect list is someone named Thaddeus, whose name is discovered in Dakota's date book. The two have a standing meeting and a check is found made out to him. Who is this mysterious Thaddeus? A hustler, perhaps? Cut to a random street corner to find Lindsay approaching a young male with a guitar case strapped around his shoulder. "Are you Thaddeus?" she asks.

Indeed, it is him. And as it turns out, he is Dakota's son! Dun-dunnh!! Did he kill his own father? Hells, no! He is the product of a long lost sperm that was banked and paid for years ago, and having tracked down his father to find out he is a drag queen, Thaddeus wanted to have him in his life since they are both performers and his own parents are against his ambitions to become a rock star. Dakota had been funding him to help reach his dream, so perhaps it is his parents who are behind the murder, unhappy that their son's biological father is back in the picture AND a gay! Ah-ha, it must have been them!

"We're not murderers, we're Republicans!" protest Thaddeus' parents during questioning, in what has to be the line of the night. Okay, so scratch them off the list - for now. We've got other important things to attend to, like a wedding!

The wedding in question belongs to Tom, also known as Lindsay's ex-husband, also known as Lindsay's current boss, played by the hunky Rob Estes. Both Jill and Claire will be going to the wedding, leaving Cindy to take care of Lindsay on the big day, which obviously means going to the spa! There's nothing quite like a pedicure to take your mind off an ex's nuptials, yes?

When conversation between the girls shifts awkwardly from, "Can I get that autopsy report by tomorrow?" to "So, we're going to Tom's wedding," the transition is not exactly smooth. However, I suppose autopsies could come in quite handy in the dating world, no?

But when Cindy arrives to take Lindsay out for the day, she can't help but reveal that she's come across another potential lead. Guess that peddy is gonna have to wait a bit, innit? Threatening emails to Dakota lead Lindsay to a Karen Adams, who turns out to be a disgruntled drag king (are there any other kinds?) whom Dakota refused to put in her show. Karen, also known as Buzz, laughs for no reason and pulls out a tape recorder during the questioning at the station.

Later we learn that, according to Claire, these are tell-tale signs of narcolepsy. Narcoleptics often forget their conversations, so they must taperecord them. Did Buzz also forget that he murdered Dakota Manning? Claire also reveals traces of GHB were found in the autopsy report. And we all know what that means, don't we? Yep. Narcoleptics are often treated with GHB, duh! Ah-ha, it must be the drag king who did it!

Meanwhile, at the wedding, the only Asian in San Francisco, District Attorney Denise Kwon gets tanked off one beer and ends up outing Jill as having cheated on her boyfriend, Luke. This spectacle only adds to the wedding drama which began earlier at the ceremony when Claire's cell phone rang. That sure was tacky of Lindsay to call during the vows.

When the four girls eventually regroup and return to the scene of the crime, they try to re-enact the murder but can't figure out why there weren't any fingerprints if drowning was the cause of death. According to the autopsy report, Claire reveals, the GHB was not enough to poison Dakota, so the murderer had to turn to plan B and dunk her head (wig and all) in the toilet.

"Maybe the murderer used their feet!" deducted Lindsay, looking up to see a metal bar above the toilet - perfect for hanging panty hose off of but even more perfect to hang on to while holding down someone's head with your heels. Could it have been a jealous drag queen who did it? Ah-ha, I knew that's what it was!!

Finding a fingerprint on the bar, the girls rush to get it examined. Back at the morgue, Claire shaves the back of the victim's head to discover a boot print on the skull. This leaves no doubt in Lindsay's mind as to who the murderer is. Who else would wear cowboy boots in a drag bar (other than Shania Twain impersonators)? Why, it has to be a southern gay gentlemen! Sure enough, it is the club owner who confesses to the dirty deed, saying that Dakota was going to leave him and that she was his brightest star and he didn't want her to go. Ah-ha, I knew it all along!

The girls meet up at a local diner for some drinks to pat themselves on the back for a good day's work. Some of their personalities come through here, but it is too short a gathering to really get to know them. There is no talk about Rabbit vibrators or boyfriend d*ck sizes. Rather, we get Lindsay proclaiming that she is finally over her ex. But is she really? Dun-dunnh!!

For a parting shot, Lindsay arrives home to find an FBI agent on her front porch with news about the Kiss Me Not Killer, a recurring storyline that began in the series opener. Seems like Lindsay is next on the serial killer's list! Dun-dunnh, indeed!!

If you want to catch the Women's Murder Club, it airs Friday on ABC. That is, until the network wises up and hopefully decides to kill it.