Fred Lincoln takes over directing this stupid series, and suddenly there's a convoluted plot line instead of the non-stories of previous entries.
Victoria adds laziness to ineptness as a private eye no one with any sense would ever hire. Now her assistant is Derrick Lane, so it's no surprise that his real-life better half Racquel Darrian shows up as the new client. Victoria wants to take a vacation and shows little to no interest in solving the new case.
It's a preposterous one, with Racquel searching for her father who is reportedly in trouble (someone's out to get him), but she's never even met him. Her mom mentioned him so there's not much to go on. Peter North shows up playing a different role compared to the previous episode: now he's Victoria's ex-lover who gets information to help her and then forces her to have sex with him again. She doesn't want to, but there's hardly anything like "forced sex" in these stupid movies.
Randy West pops up as a guy using the same name as Racquel's dad, and he's in love with the guy's teenage daughter played by Heather Lere, also taking a new role unrelated to her work in the previous movie (where she was North's girlfriend).
Things get sorted out in unconvincing fashion, with director Lincoln seemingly more interested in in-jokes, one a continuation of Anthony Spinelli's running cameo role, and also a surprise cameo on screen by Lincoln himself.
The good news: I only have two more Vegas episodes to binge, and then I'll be done with it. Phew!
