PTA ep 3

Howard Masters has a meeting with the ex-director of the FBI and then has an odd dream. There are notes in his diary which make no sense “cigar is cigar”. He wakes up on a greyhound bus, which is heading for the far North, Anchorage. He doesn’t remember how he got there, but his suitcase is in one of the overhead racks.

Will is driving and singing “King of the Road” to piss off Helen. John is singing as well. Helen talks to TED, the sentient programme she gets info off. They are heading to Achorage, Racquel is accompanying them in her little red corvette. They arrive and check into the hotel. Will and Helen argue over what to have for dinner, Racquel goes off on her own as she’s hungry now.

We next see Racquel making out with someone in a dark alley, who the camera reveals is Hitchens (Will’s ex partner and a vampire.) After they kiss, Racquel punches him and he allows that he probably deserved that. They go to a diner to get some food.

Flashback: Masters is examining Helen in a clean laboratory. He’s showing her Rorscharch ink blots. She says the first one is a bullet exit wound in the back of a head. The second one she says is a sawn off shotgun. The third one she says is kittens and puppies. He shows her a photo of herself with her parents and she says it’s a happy family. There is shouting from the other side of the one way glass. Suraya can be heard shouting that the doctor shouldn’t be in there on his own with Helen. Howard asks Helen if she is in any pain and she says there is pain in her head. He gives her a shot just as the door opens and a lab assistant enters.

In the diner Racq and Hitchins talk. He is goading her about her demonic side, and being a bad girl. He gets under her skin and she explodes into demon form, leaps across the table and attacks him. She throws him across the room and into the front counter just as Will, Helen and John walk in looking for dinner. Will confronts Hitchins, asking what he’s doing in town. He hedges, saying ‘business’. Then Racquel, who has been crawling about on the ceiling, drops on Hitchins like a drop bear. They pull away from Will and tussle. Will shouts for all the poor innocent bystanders to leave and that he’s an FBI agent. Once the area is clear Helen turns the fire hose on Racq and Hitchins. Racq leaps out the window and runs away. Will grabs Hitchins to stop him leaving, but he wriggles free.

Back at the hotel Racq is sitting in her car, gripping the steering wheel with both hands and staring forward. John has brought her handbag and huge fur coat back from the diner, and is also wearing Hitchins’ hat.
Will: Why did you bring that?
John: I thought you’d want to smell it…track his scent.
Will: I worked with him for two years, I know what he smells like.
John: You could use it to see who he has been talking to.
Will: Yeah, maybe if he rubbed it on all the people he’s been talking to! …wait. He might have. Pass it here.

Helen and Will look at the car, then at each other. Neither of them want to reach out to Racq but they know they have to. Will approaches the car and taps on the window. She winds the window down and looks up at him.
Will: You got back all right, good.
Racq: …
Will: Hitchins got away.
Racq: …
Will: So. Yeah.
Will walks away. Helen approaches the car.
Helen: We could go and kill some things if you like?
Racq: I don’t think killing things is going to help.
Helen: It’s a remedy for all occasions.

Racq doesn’t take her up on it, so she goes into the hotel, zapping a squirrel on the way past. John goes up to the car and gives Racq her bag and coat. She thanks him.
Racq: Are they always this business-like?
John: Helen has hidden depths. Quite, quite well hidden. I don’t know, I don’t think Will knows quite how to…he’s a complicated man. But Suraya trusts him.

Racq asks John to join him for a drink and they walk off together. The camera pans up to show a wolf sneaking out the back door of the hotel and going for a run into the snowy woods.

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