Ed and Diana enter the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Ed stops and holds out his hands.

“Now, wait a minute, wait a minute,” says Ed. “Wait a minute – – what am I doing here? This is insane.”

“I’d do it myself, but I don’t know who’s there,” says Diana. “I promise I won’t ask anything else.”

Ed looks at her. 

Meanwhile, in a haberdashery on Rodeo Drive, the SAVAK men are looking at clothes and kissing women while a tailor struggles to get measurements on the scarred SAVAK man. 

The tall SAVAK man who landed on Ed’s car earlier sniffs at a leather jacket and makes a comment in Farsi to a woman drinking champagne. 

“This is awfully good, sir – I think you’ll feel very comfortable with that,” says the tailor to the scarred SAVAK man, who is busily kissing a woman holding a bottle of Moet & Chandon champagne. “We’ll just raise the shoulder a little and put a tuck in there… “

“Um,” says the tailor, addressing the amorous woman, “excuse me, dear – – we’ve all got homes to go to, you know.”

Diana and Ed exit the Beverly Wilshire, next to a top-hatted doorman. 

“This is the phone number to the pay phone in the ladies’ room,” says Diana, handing Ed a slip of paper. “Give it only to Hamid.” Diana glances over her shoulder and notices the doorman is eavesdropping. The doorman quickly looks the other way. Diana leads Ed away from the hotel entrance. 

Ed and Diana stand in front of Tiffany’s. 

“It’s just straight up… Rodeo?” asks Ed. Diana nods her head.