Ed continues to baffle Shaheen.
“I’m actually part of the Committee to Re-Elect the President, so I was hoping for a substantial contribution,” says Ed.
“You are mad!” says Shaheen.
“Now you don’t know what to believe, do you?” says Ed. “Look – – either you’ve already lost everything, or you have to take a chance on me. Neither of us have much to lose.”
Shaheen glares at Ed, then her female assistant whispers something in Shaheen’s ear. Shaheen stands up and leaves the room.
The five men standing behind Ed glare at him.
Ed picks up his brass teacup and drinks from it.
At a pay phone, Diana tries to threaten Shaheen.
“If he’s still there you’d better let him go if you want to see those stones alive,” stutters Diana. “Uh – again. Ever.” She hangs up and bites her lip.
Shaheen, puzzled, looks at her phone receiver.
Shaheen returns to the sitting room with Ed. She sits down.
The four SAVAK men sit, and all four put a piece of halvah into their mouths at the same time.
Shaheen looks at Ed. She waves at her male assistant, who reaches into his jacket pocket.
Ed looks at the assistant, wide-eyed.
There is a close-up of the brass coffee table.