The famous French detective, Inspector Jacques Clouseau, investigates the murder of a man at a country house. The owner of the house always seems to know more than he should, and although the evidence continually suggests that the maid Maria committed the crime, Clouseau always does the opposite expected of him, much to the disgruntlement of his superior, Dreyfus.
This movie makes me hate Steve Martin so much. I mean what is that stupid "hamburger" gag of his when compared to Peter seller's "look, now I have Africa all over my hand."