Well, well, well. Look what haystack produced a needle. Agent John-Boy comes to Stan and Chris with a printout of a Pennsylvania driver's license for one Robert Owen McKenzie. Chris notes that his address puts him on one of the shittiest blocks in the state. The whole state? Even Lancaster? Even Scranton? Even Erie? Agent John-Boy tells Stan that since he "caught the fish," he now gets to "gut it and cook it." Fun metaphors from Agent John-Boy. Stan says they'll put a surveillance team together.
Inside at Gregory's place, Elizabeth laughs about how little she understands the art he's got hanging on his walls, and he starts playing some music on a reel-to-reel that was probably affectedly low-fi even back in '81. See, because Gregory may live in the hood, but he's cultured and cosmopolitan and crap. Also Communist, judging by the fact that Elizabeth isn't maintaining any aliases with him. Also, judging by the way he kisses her neck, they have a sexual relationship. Make that "had," as Elizabeth finds a way to let him know that things are different. She means at home, with Philip. He thinks she means she's finally leaving him, which is awfully optimistic in Gregory's part. No, she means things are moving in the exact opposite direction with Philip, actually. He scoffs at this, and she protests that people can change. He says not about that they can't. They bicker and split the hair between "cover" and "husband," and Gregory finally gets a bit pissy and tells Elizabeth to just write down the information about the person she wants him and his guys to scope out for her.
Cut to Philadelphia on Thursday, where a hella-nervous woman sits on a bench on a crowded street, with a baby in her arms. At this point, the local news traffic copter could tell you she's the one who arranged the meeting. On the ground, Gregory's team is watching her. On the ground, Gregory looks to the surrounding buildings, and it's like JFK up in here, with every open window and man with an umbrella looking sinister. Our girl remains incredibly skittish, more so when her baby starts fussing. Having waited long enough, she gets up to leave, and Gregory makes note of who heads to their car to follow her.