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I understood the scene in the parking lot to be a kind of dream. (The dead guy, by the way, is the guy who molested the lottery winner/motel owner when he was a kid.) I'm assuming it was John's dream, since he was asleep in the van while it was happening, but it's not really clear to me if the other people were dreaming or having some kind of waking vision as well. At any rate, none of them seemed able to see John (or the dead guy) with the possible exception of Cass. It was indeed confusing, especially John's dialogue, and Twin-Peaks-ish, but not totally baffling once I realized it wasn't meant to be happening in the material world. I actually like Fletcher. Sure he might seem "wooden," but this is exactly what my own brother was like at that age (and surfing).
Mad Men is a horror story for everyone who isn't a white man (and some who are, like the obviously gay colleague who draws the cigarette ad with the hunky guy). Besides the horrible OB/GYN and relegation to the secretarial pool/executive harem for the women, notice that all the blacks are servants and that the agency handles the Jewish client with (metaphorical) tongs. I love it!