Columbo: Dead Weight

- Mother, I'm telling you...
- Oh, it's a mirage.

No, we're going back.
- We're going what?
- Which way is back?

Which way is... What are you doing?
- I got it. It's all right. I'm all right.
- You take this.

Yeah, I got that. Now, you take this.
But what'll I do with it?
Mr Barnes!
- Here, let me give you a hand.
- Thank you, Mr Barnes.

All I can say about
the way she handles a boat,

you certainly know
when she's docked - whiplash.

If you hand me your aft line,
Mrs Wallace, I'll secure your stern.

- I beg your pardon?
- I'll tie up your boat.

Oh. Yes, of course. Is this it?
Yeah, that's it. Thank you.
Oh, I never thought we'd make it.
Neither did I.
- Couldn't do it, eh?
- What?

Call the police.
I knew you'd come to your senses.

They must get a thousand
eyewitness crank calls an hour.

What are you gonna do?
Operator. Could I please have the police?
I'd like to report a shooting.

Hello. Is this the police?