When the son of Oscar-winning Stacy Jaeger, a giant (300 lb.) figure in American acting, confesses to shooting his sister's abusive lover, Cutler's twosome--redneck Hollywood p.i. Rayford Goodman and gay ghostwriter Mark Bradley, the whodunit's answer to the Keystone Kops--team up again, this time to write Jaeger--A House Divided. But Carey Jaeger recants his confession, sending the case to trial, and Goodman maneuvers too slowly to stay off the jury. Juicy complications loom--as Goodman sets his cap on fellow-juror Sylvia Ferris, while somebody kills Carey's girlfriend and the secretary of Ken Curry, Stacy's Svengali--until Goodman goes too far with Sylvia and gets tossed off the jury, and Cutler (Best Performance by a Patsy, The Face on the Cutting Room Floor) settles into a familiar groove, hiding the characters and their interesting problems behind a smoke-screen of foolish high jinks (mob regular Armand Cifelli, now joined by Arab terrorists and the odd Samoan thug) and the usual endless double- entendre. Cutler's real talent for light banter and heavy plotting gets lost in the shuffle. The guy needs a good coauthor.