Columbo: Dead Weight

- Who is it, Helen?
- It's the police, Mother.

Um, we're just having
a before-dinner cocktail.

- Would you...?
- No, that's all right.

Ask for his identification.
Oh, Mother. I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
That's all right. She's entitled to that.
- You must be Mrs...
- Mrs Walters.

- Walters.
- Right. Here you are, ma'am.

You sure don't look like a policeman.
- I have to make a salad. Here you are.
- Thank you.

Mother is the eternal optimist.
She's always hoping for the worst.
Well, Lieutenant, what...?
What is that? Do you mind?
- Would you like to see it?
- I'd like it very much.

Well, it's not finished yet.
When it's done, it's gonna be a bowl.
You know, like for plants and things.
Or maybe it's gonna be
an Indian water pitcher.

I haven't really made up my mind yet,
creatively speaking.

Well, this work is very, very interesting.
They say it's important
to work with your hands.

It's very good therapy.
And she needs it.
I'm just a mass
of therapeutic studies lately...

sailing, art classes.
- I even went back to work.
- What do you do?

I work with children and animals.
Well, that's constructive.
You see that? That's a reflection of my job.
Oh. You don't know what it is, do you?
No, I don't, but it's very nice.
It's a South American llama.
We have them at the Ark Park.

At the where?
It's where I work
with the children and the animals.

I see. So this fella here is a llama, huh?
Well, you see, I try and go
beyond the surface, you know?

To find a deeper meaning, a truer reality.