Diana is giving Sheriff Peterson a fake address for his police report. 

“1234 Malibu Canyon Road, Malibu, California,” says Diana.  “And our number is 456-2199.”

“That’s fine,” says Sheriff Peterson, “We’ll most likely be in touch within the next two days or so.” 

“Ooh, look at the time!” says Ed. “Honey, we’re going to be really late!”

“Oh you’re right!” says Diana. She holds out her hand. “It was nice meeting you, Sheriff! Thank you so much.” She shakes his hand, then opens the limo door. 

Turning to the henchman, Diana says, “Um, Sean? Jeff? Could you walk Pierre over to the Roberts’ house? We’re so late as it is, and it’s only a block from here.”

“See you later, Pierre!” called Ed from the driver’s side. 

“Bye, Sheriff!” says Diana. The limo fishtails north on the Pacific Coast Highway. 

Sheriff Peterson turns to Melville. “So, are you having a nice time in America?” says the sheriff in a stilted, slow pace.  Melville bounces on his heels and smiles, quietly enraged. 

Later, the limo drives along a flower-lined Copa de Oro Road in Bel Air.