Main cast: Lucy Gutteridge (Jackie Dresser), Greg Evigan (Johnnie), Susan Tyrrell (Doris), and Page Fletcher (The Hitchhiker)
Director: John Laing

There are some really good lingual gems in In the Name of Love.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please.”

“No-uh. Pussy.”

Among the many classic gems in here, my favorite has to be the following:

“What is this?”

“This is this.”

Pack it up, everyone. You can’t beat genius; there’s no use even to try.

This is an amusing and somewhat predictable episode. There’s Jackie Dresser, an assassin for hire that rather unrealistically only takes out drug czars and what not. When she’s not busy playing the femme fatale, she’s busy daydreaming about Billy, a hunk in her collection of photos, and touching herself as she imagines herself in romantic scenarios with that guy. She also makes calls to him when she’s in public, although it seems very likely that she’s just talking to herself.

Well, a vacation may do a mentally unstable killer good, so off Jackie goes… only to quickly fall for hunky trainer Johnnie that works at the resort. Alas, Johnnie is also hounded by a wealthy older woman Doris, causing Jackie to feel her workplace urges slowly coming back…

This episode is a pretty amusing look at what happens when a killer falls in love. Don’t expect a happy ending to this one, as this episode isn’t about a psychopath miraculously redeemed by love, heh. Don’t feel sorry for Johnnie either, as he’s not what he seems to be at the surface.

Greg Evigan’s hot factor drops a lot as he’s not sporting a beard here, sigh. Still, Lucy Gutteridge and the always amusing Susan Tyrrell carry the show as two polar opposites that find themselves in a resort that feels way too small for the two of them. I’d like to imagine that this is what Doris is up to before she finally retires to Butthole, Alaska!

This episode isn’t deep, and folks paying attention to details can guess the twist that is coming up towards the end. Still, this is a well put-together episode that gives a quaint peek into what happens when a killer falls in love, and expresses that love in a way that the object of her affection will not appreciate at all.

Seriously, folks, don’t sleep with crazy. Don’t even hang out with them! It’s never worth it.