Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 10, Episode 20 - Invitation to Murder - full transcript

Someone is playing a deadly game of 10 Little Indians with the heirs to a wealthy, now-dead artist, who left his fortune to anyone who could survive him by one year. Not only was the artist murdered by a lethal overdose in a medication he took, the heirs one by one are falling victim to booby traps set in their most prized possessions.

I'm the executor of
Addison Barlow's estate,

and his will has me worried.

Why would a will
have you worried?

It's almost like an invitation
to the heirs to kill one another.

Is that what the will
means, Mr. Rhodes?

That's correct, Mrs. Barlow.

All right, McGarrett, what
are you gonna do about it?

Just sit around and
wait for the next one?

Is there gonna be a next one?

We're dealing with mass murder.

Your brother's
been in an accident.



What kind of accident?

MAN: A form of palsy, a
rare form of Parkinson's,

a degenerative
neurological disease.

I'm afraid it can
only get worse.

You'll never paint again.

[SOBS]

MAN: I'm afraid it
can only get worse.

You'll never paint again.

You'll never paint again.

You'll never paint again.

You'll never paint again.

[CRYING]

[GASPS THEN SCREAMS]

I appreciate you coming
on such short notice, Steve.



- I know how busy you are.
- I'm enjoying the lunch.

What's so urgent, Malcolm?
You sound rather edgy.

Well...

What do you know
about Addison Barlow?

The artist?

Not much, just what
I read in the papers.

He died recently, didn't he?

- After a long illness?
- Right.

I never met him,

but I think he was
considered a fine painter.

Yes.

He was one of the finest
of our contemporary artists.

Wait a minute.

Wasn't there another death
in his family a few days ago?

- An accident or something?
- His niece, Carolyn.

- But it was suicide.
- Oh.

Anyway, the urgency.

I'm the executor of
Addison Barlow's estate,

and his will has me worried.

Why would a will
have you worried?

I can't explain it,
Steve, but this will, heh,

it's almost like an invitation
to the heirs to kill one another.

Now, I'd rather not give you the details
before the reading, but let me tell you,

this old man despised
his whole family

and may have figured out a
way to bring out the worst in them.

[ENGINE STOPS]

That's old Thomas,
Addison's elder brother.

Come on, I want you to meet him.

Good morning, Thomas.

THOMAS: Oh, good
morning, gentlemen.

RHODES: How are
you? THOMAS: I'm fine.

RHODES: Thomas, this is
Steve McGarrett, a friend of mine.

The fuzz. Yes, I've
heard of Mr. McGarrett.

Please excuse my slang.

I've heard it said with a lot
more malice from time to time.

THOMAS: Ha, ha, yes.
McGARRETT: What are you up to?

THOMAS: I'm cleaning
out the rhapis excelsa.

Oh.

You're here to read Addison's
will this afternoon, Malcolm.

- Right. THOMAS: I forgot.

You, uh, think my
late brother will object

if I don't wear a
tie and a jacket?

I wouldn't put it
past him, Thomas.

- Ha, ha. Please.
McGARRETT: Thank you.

- Everybody here, Thomas?
- Everybody but Eugenie.

She won't be here.

Swore she'd never step foot
in her father's house again.

Ha, ha. Spunky
girl. I love her madly.

- Good morning.
- Morning, Lawrence.

RIAH: Good morning. RHODES:
Mrs. Barlow, how are you?

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

I appreciate your all
coming. Thank you.

I would like you to meet
Steve McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.

He's a good friend,

and I've taken the liberty
of asking him to be present.

And just exactly
what is he doing here?

This is a family affair.

Uh, possibly more
than family, Mr. Thorpe.

David Thorpe, Addison's
brother-in-law and Carolyn's father.

This is Laura Thorpe,
Addison's sister.

This is Riah Barlow,
Addison's widow.

- How do you do?
RHODES: His son, Lawrence.

And you have already met Thomas.

All right, ladies and gentlemen.

This will was prepared by
Addison Barlow just six months ago.

It was properly witnessed by
members of my staff and entrusted to me

with instructions not
to read it until his death.

Now, of course,

there are a few minor
bequests to servants,

institutions,
charities and so forth.

Then:

"To my sister, Laura,

a foolish and gullible woman
who, against my wishes,

brought David
Thorpe into my house,

to David Thorpe, her husband,

an untrustworthy scoundrel
and crafty opportunist,

to Carolyn, their indecisive,
fearful and cowardly daughter,

to my brother, Thomas,

a bumbling parasite
without ambition or pride,

to my son, Lawrence, a
weakling, a gambler and wastrel,

to my wife, Riah, a
secretive, disloyal woman

who coolly, patiently and
successfully waited me out,

and to my daughter, Eugenie,

the full complement of all who
have, with ill-concealed impatience,

waited like vultures
to pick my bones,

I bequeath this house and
property and the balance of my estate

to be divided equally among
those heretofore mentioned

and surviving on the first
anniversary of my death.

Signed, Addison Barlow."

Why, that vindictive, evil
old man. Winner take all, huh?

- What do you mean, David?
- He's making us wait a whole year.

- Right, Mr. Rhodes?
DAVID: Wrong.

He's tempting each and every
one of us to do away with each other

so each part of the
estate will be bigger.

Is that what the will
means, Mr. Rhodes?

Only those of us who are alive a
year from now will divide the estate?

That's correct, Mrs. Barlow.

Well, how can my father do that?

Ah, he always did whatever he
wanted. Why should he change now?

THOMAS: Isn't that
just like Addison?

Governing our lives
even after he's dead?

- How much is the estate worth?
- Close to $6 million.

[RIAH SIGHS]

Addison was sick.

RIAH: Laura?
- Laura.

Laura?

- Laura. Laura.
- May I?

- She's dead. RIAH: Aah.

Dead?

Give me Dan Williams
right away, please.

Danno?

We have a death
at the Barlow estate.

I want H.P.D. and a forensic team
from the coroner's office immediately.

I've got one stop to make
on the way back to the office.

Yeah, I'll keep in
touch. Thank you.

But you've seen that Addison
Barlow before, Stephen.

I acquired it about
two months ago.

- Yeah, and I just saw it again.
- What?

I saw this identical
painting this afternoon.

But how could you? Where?

In Addison Barlow's home,
hanging on the wall of his study.

Now, Anatole, I am not an
expert, but I swear it's identical.

- But that's impossible.
- Is it? All right.

I'll arrange for access
to the Barlow home,

you supply some of
that famous expertise.

I'll prove it to you.

I am gonna examine the picture.
Don't worry, you don't have to ask me.

- I insist upon it.
- Good.

Surat is a collector,
an art expert.

The Metropolitan
Museum in New York

consults him from time to time,

so he'll be able to determine
whether it was a forgery or not.

Yeah, and then what?

Then we'll decide whether
it's Five-0's business.

- How'd you get involved in this?
- Please, don't ask.

I was dragged into it.

The family lawyer was worried
about the conditions of the will,

what he feared might be
an open invitation to murder.

- Was it?
- I don't know, we'll see.

Duke, you got something?

Iolani dropped this off
about 20 minutes ago.

- What is it?
- It's a report from the lab.

Oh, by the way, David
Thorpe is waiting for you.

Oh?

Come on in, Danno.

- Mr. Thorpe? THORPE: McGarrett.

- Mr. McGarrett.
- You know Danny Williams.

- Hello.
- How are you?

Excuse me a minute.
Won't you sit down?

There were 11 tablets
in your wife's pillbox.

Eight of them were aspirin,
three of them a virulent poison.

The postmortem confirms
it was not a heart attack.

But we knew that,
didn't we? We knew that.

Oh, did we, Mr. Thorpe? I
didn't know that, how could you?

Danno, I want the bodies of
Carolyn and Addison Barlow exhumed

and an autopsy
performed on both of them.

- I'll get a court order.
- Wait just a minute.

You don't honestly believe
Carolyn was murdered?

That's impossible.

She died before the old man,
before the reading of the will.

Well, someone could have
known what was in that will.

And killed her?

- And the old man?
- Why not?

All right, McGarrett, what
are you gonna do about it?

Just sit around and
wait for the next one?

Is there gonna be a
next one, Mr. Thorpe?

McGARRETT: You found
five forgeries, Anatole?

In the Barlow home,
hanging on his wall?

Including the self-portrait.

No mistake?

I see.

Where did you
acquire your painting?

Yes, I know that gallery.

Yes. I'll meet
you there shortly.

Somebody's making a
regular business out of this.

Let's go.

Forgeries? Copies?

It's impossible.

Who could copy
an Addison Barlow?

This picture is authentic, Steve.
It's a genuine Addison Barlow.

Of course it is.

Is that all you had?
Five Addison Barlows?

Five genuine Addison Barlow
paintings, Mr. McGarrett.

Where'd you get them?

I have bills of
sales for all of them.

Mr. Surat knows that
I'm highly reputable.

And I have the documents
for mine, Stephen.

I'd like to see them
sometime, Anatole.

Well, of course.
I'll send them out.

McGARRETT: I'd still like to know
where you acquired the paintings.

That's my business,
Mr. McGarrett,

an honest and ethical
and aboveboard business.

Let's hope so.

And if I could be of
any more help to you,

please don't
hesitate to call on me.

Count on it.

Well, thank you, Anatole,
I appreciate your help.

Well, I was a bit distressed
last night, Stephen.

To think I paid $40,000 for a
painting that might be a forgery.

- I don't blame you.
- Anyhow, what a relief that's all over.

I'll be leaving you now.
My car is just downstairs.

- Thanks again.
- Bye.

Bye-bye.

A bit distressed?

Boy, for 40 grand,
I'd be a basket case.

Danno, for 40 bucks,
you'd be a basket case.

When are you gonna
spring for lunch?

- Never.
- Hold it.

DANNY: What?

He's in a bit of a
hurry. Who is he?

Lawrence Barlow.
Give me a minute.

He's going into Benileha's.
Wanna talk to him?

Oh, no, not now, Danno, but
keep him under surveillance.

Get Duke and Chin to
help you if necessary.

I'm going out to
the Barlow house.

I wanna know where he
goes and what he does.

But most of all, I wanna know
what his connection with Benileha is.

I need it now. Today.
You've got to help me.

Tsk. Gambling
again, huh, Lawrence?

Listen, Benileha.

These people don't threaten,
they don't roust you around.

If I don't come up
with the 18,000 today,

they'll kill me.

The police.

- Did they see you come in?
- The police?

They were just here
asking questions.

No, no, look, I must
have the money, Benileha.

If you won't lend it to me,
I'll get you another painting.

I don't know. I don't
know, Lawrence.

With the police nosing around,

I can't be as generous
as I have in the past.

[SIGHS]

Now I want, uh,

two paintings.

Two?

You gave me 20,000
apiece for the others.

You're cutting
the price in half.

[SNEEZES]

- Do you have a cold?
- No.

Look, don't hold
me up, Benileha.

Get out, and take
your business with you.

[SNEEZES]

- Please.
- Look, it's not a cold, it's an allergy.

- Then take something for it.
- I do.

It just doesn't seem to
be working this morning.

All right, I'll bring
two paintings.

That's 20,000 in cash.

And I'm being very
generous with you, Lawrence.

I'll be back.

McGARRETT: Have you seen
Lawrence this morning, Mrs. Barlow?

Yes, I have, Mr. McGarrett.

He wasn't home all night,
and he was very upset.

He asked me for a lot of
money which I didn't have.

Did he say why he wanted it?

My son is a gambler,
Mr. McGarrett.

My husband vilified him for it,

but it was Addison's
fault in the first place.

He drove the boy to it.

Addison was an autocrat. He
ruled everybody with an iron rod.

Except Eugenie.

Eugenie was the only
one who stood up to him.

If you'll excuse me now,
I'll go back to my sewing.

THOMAS: Oh.
McGARRETT: Good morning.

Oh, good morning. Good morning.

Are you making
progress, Mr. McGarrett?

Oh, perhaps.

I came to check out a theory
about the forged painting.

Yes, I heard about that.
Isn't that extraordinary?

It's extraordinary to me
that your brother, Addison,

didn't spot them
while he was alive.

His eyesight was failing
him these last years.

- Couldn't even paint.
- Oh.

Well, not that he didn't try.

But when his paintings began
to look like my old offerings,

he quit in disgust.

- I didn't know you painted, Thomas.
- I don't.

Oh, I tried when I was
young, but I lacked the gift.

You still paint?

Oh, no, it's terribly
self-destructive

to be mediocre in
the house of a genius.

You know, Carolyn
was good, though.

- Yes, she was very good.
- Was she?

Was she good enough
to forge the master's work?

No.

It had to be someone with
access to the originals, Thomas.

Mr. McGarrett, Addison
wasn't always mean and hateful.

- I don't want you to think that.
- What was he, Thomas?

Well, he took care of me,
gave me a place to live,

gave me an allowance,
bought my clothes and my wine.

This great vintage
Bordeaux, Château Lafite.

Even after he himself
had to stop drinking.

- Well, goodbye, Mr. McGarrett.
- Goodbye, Thomas.

[BOTH SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

DANNY: It's a dead end.

Let's wait over there.

I thought I heard your
car. What's up, Larry?

- Nothing. Can I borrow your car?
- Why?

My right rear's flat.
There's no spare.

I've been riding the
rim for ten minutes.

- Oh, well, I'll call the Auto Club.
- No, no, Genie.

That's okay, I gotta
get to the house.

You can call the club,
but let me have your keys.

- What's so urgent at the house?
- Oh, for Pete's sake, Genie,

- all I wanna do is just borrow your...
- You look kind of wild.

- Have you been up all night?
- The keys. The keys.

You've been gambling again.

Not now, okay? No lectures.

Look, I just wanna borrow your
car. I'll bring it back in a couple hours.

- Drive carefully.
- Yeah, thanks.

Hey.

I'll be okay.

I will, I promise.

[ENGINE STARTS]

He switched cars.

There he goes.

Don't lose him.

DANNY: Hang on, Chin.

[SIGHS]

He's dead, Chin.

McGARRETT: Hmm.

And where did Lawrence
Barlow switch cars?

He went up a private road and
came back out in that red Jag.

According to the registration slip,
the car belongs to Eugenie Barlow.

- Isn't that his sister?
- Right.

She lives at the
top of that road.

Danno,

could it be that this
wasn't an accident?

Maybe. I'll have the
lab go over the car.

Oh, Steve, I found these
two paintings in the trunk.

McGARRETT: Hmm.

Chances are they're copies
of Addison Barlow's work too.

Question is, who did they belong to,
Eugenie Barlow or her dead brother?

I don't know who they belong to,

but I think that he was going to
exchange them for the originals.

Right now, I've gotta
go and see his sister.

She hasn't been notified.

[ENGINE STOPS]

- Miss Barlow?
- Yes, what is it?

McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.

- Five-0? Something wrong?
- Yeah.

Your brother's
been in an accident.

What kind of accident?

The car he was
driving went over a cliff.

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Dead?

He's not... [EUGENIE SOBS]

How?

Oh, he was racing
down a mountain road,

skidding around turns.

He just didn't make one of them.

Larry was an excellent driver.

Have you any idea why
he was driving your car?

He asked to borrow it.

His car had a flat tire.

There were some paintings
in the trunk of your car.

I think they were copies
of your father's works.

- Copies?
- That's right.

Have you any idea
how they got there?

Not the slightest.

They weren't there
earlier this morning.

I was out shopping, and I
put some things in the trunk.

Larry must have put them there.

- Where was the car?
- In the garage.

Mind if I take a look?

Of course not.

What's in the bin?

I don't know,
I've never used it.

Have you ever seen these before?

They look like
Father's paintings.

Most likely they're
copies, Miss Barlow.

Your brother made a business of
exchanging forgeries for originals

which were readily salable.

- How do you know that?
- We found out about it.

Apparently, he had
done it several times.

Poor Larry.

He was always needing
money, always in debt.

Have you any idea who
painted these copies?

No, I don't.

Or why they were
hidden here at your place?

Well, Larry and I were
very close, Mr. McGarrett.

He trusted me.

I guess he thought that if I
found them, I wouldn't betray him.

You must have hated
your father a great deal

not to have gone to
his home for over a year.

Not even for the
reading of his will.

I didn't have to go. He
told me what was in it.

I see.

The death of your Aunt Laura,
did it come as a surprise to you?

Surprise?

If you knew the contents of
the will, you must have realized

that the will was practically
an invitation to murder.

You did know that
your aunt was poisoned?

Poisoned?

- I don't believe it.
- Nevertheless, it's true.

There's a great deal of money
up for grabs here, Miss Barlow.

And your father apparently
despised most of his heirs.

EUGENIE: Yes, he did.

And they hated
him, most of them.

But I didn't.

I was angry at him because
he was cruel to Mother.

But he never showed
that side to me.

I guess because I
always stood up to him.

When he came to see me,

he was warm and
kind and generous.

He bought me that
car that Larry borrowed.

I didn't hate him.

But maybe now I do.

The autopsy reports
came in, Steve.

Okay, a drug, a systemic
poison, not a disease,

gave Carolyn Thorpe symptoms,

symptoms that might
suggest to a physician

a rare form of Parkinson's.

What were the symptoms?

Lack of coordination and
balance, blurred vision.

You know, I doubt if she was a
suicide. She probably fell to her death.

What did the old
man's autopsy tell us?

Oh, Addison Barlow.

He was terminally ill,

but he died prematurely of
asphyxiation, a lack of oxygen,

and paralysis of the
throat, drug-induced.

My God. We're dealing
with mass murder.

Was it the same drug
that did Carolyn in?

No, but it was the same
drug used on Laura Thorpe.

Now, I'm confused. Let
me sort these Thorpes out.

- Carolyn Thorpe was the girl who fell?
- Yes.

And Laura Thorpe was the woman
who died at the reading of the will?

- Right.
- Good.

Oh, I've got more, Steve.

Lawrence, the young man that
went over the cliff in the Jaguar?

Well, this was found
in his shirt pocket.

They're common over-the-counter
antihistamine capsules,

all innocent except for two,
which were a deadly poison.

- Same m.o. as Laura Thorpe.
- Yes.

- Was it the same poison?
- Exactly.

Okay, Iolani, you've
earned your salary.

Thank you.

- Steve.
- Yeah, Danno?

From Eugenie's car.

Somebody tampered
with the steering column.

McGARRETT: My God. So
Eugenie was next on the list.

Or maybe she tried
to set up her brother.

No, no, I don't think so, Danno.

There were poison capsules

mixed with the antihistamines
Lawrence was carrying.

No.

Eugenie was supposed
to die in that wreck.

I guess that clears her.

She didn't know her brother
was gonna borrow the car.

Yeah. Call her though, Danno.

Call her and warn her to be careful,
very careful, until we find this maniac.

Let's go.

I've got the feeling
the pieces are all here,

I'm just not putting
them together.

We've got drugs,
we've got poison.

Sabotaging a sports
car is out of that m.o.

Now, that's just the trouble,
Danno. There's no clear pattern here.

The m.o.'s are
different and chancy.

We've got a poison that could
kill today or a week from today.

We have a steering column
that could go in a month.

A pattern without a pattern.

Yeah, but it's here somewhere,
we're just not seeing it.

Okay, who have we got left?

We've got the old
man's brother, Thomas.

We've got his widow, Riah.

We've got his
brother-in-law, David Thorpe.

And his daughter, Eugenie.

I think we can scratch her. We
know what was planned for her.

Duke, take Chin, go
up to the Barlow estates.

Search that place
from top to bottom.

Get some help from
H.P.D. if necessary.

Look for anything
that could be deadly.

I have a feeling that there's a trap
set up there for two of the people left.

- And the third one's the murderer.
- Yeah, you can bet on it.

- Steve.
- Yeah?

- Something very interesting.
- What's that?

On the bills of sale Benileha
got for the paintings he bought,

Addison Barlow's
signature was forged.

Good work, Chin.

Why should I question
the signature, McGarrett?

It looked genuine to me.

Take my advice, my friend,
it's time for you to open up.

You bought those paintings
from Lawrence Barlow, didn't you?

Yes.

But there was nothing
illegal in what I did.

Lawrence assured me
his father wanted to sell.

Oh, really?

Is that why you had copies made

so Lawrence could replace
the originals he stole?

That was not my idea at all. I
had nothing to do with the copies.

But you knew about
them, didn't you?

And you knew who made
them. It was Carolyn, wasn't it?

Yes.

Yes, it was Carolyn.

But she did it for Lawrence.
It was to help Lawrence.

- I had nothing to do with it.
- Oh, come on.

It was your scheme
from the beginning.

You knew that Lawrence was
deeply in debt from gambling,

and you talked him and Carolyn
into this whole shabby operation.

No.

No, that's not the
way it happened at all.

Oh, how did it happen? Come
on, tell me, how did it happen?

You better give me an
answer if you've got one,

because if you don't,

I'm gonna charge you with
dealing in stolen properties.

Very well. I'll have
two men back here

with a warrant for your
arrest in less than an hour.

Grand theft. Think about it.

Wait a minute, McGarrett.

Okay.

You wanna know who
was behind all this?

I'll tell you. Talk
to Carolyn's father.

David Thorpe.

It was his scheme from the
beginning. He gets half my profits.

Thorpe's your man.

He'd better be.

Motive?

I don't know.

It would have to be a pretty
powerful one, wouldn't it,

to kill your own
wife and daughter?

Uh-huh.

How old do you
think David Thorpe is?

Oh, mid 50s.

His wife was in her late 60s.

What are you getting at?

If I recall correctly, Addison Barlow
described Thorpe in his will as, um...

How was it?

Untrustworthy scoundrel
and crafty opportunist.

The old man didn't believe Thorpe
was marrying his sister for love?

Yeah.

DANNY: This is where
the car went over.

[SIGHS]

DANNY: From Eugenie's car.

Somebody tampered
with the steering column.

A drug, a systemic
poison, not a disease,

gave Carolyn Thorpe symptoms.

I doubt if she was a suicide.

Addison Barlow...

It was the same drug
used on Laura Thorpe.

Steve, what is it?

[SIGHS]

One piece, Danno, there's
still one piece missing.

And I don't know what it is.

Tsk.

[ENGINE STARTS]

That's Lawrence
Barlow's car, Steve.

McGARRETT: Then
Eugenie must be here, Danno.

- Duke, what have you got?
- Nothing yet, but we're still looking.

McGARRETT: David Thorpe around?

I haven't seen him,
and his car is gone.

What about the others?

Mrs. Barlow's in the sewing
room with her daughter.

The old man's
somewhere on the grounds.

Duke, I wanna see David
Thorpe here right away.

Put H.P.D. on it if necessary.

Danno, see if you can find Thomas
around the grounds anywhere.

And keep a sharp eye on him.

He may be the next victim.

Or the man we're looking for.

[KNOCKING]

- Mrs. Barlow, may I come in?
- Yes, Mr. McGarrett.

Your men are
searching our rooms.

Yes.

I'm sorry for the
inconvenience, but it's important.

Why? What are they looking for?

Well, something that
could kill, perhaps.

I don't mean to be
insensitive, Mrs. Barlow.

By the way, I'm sorry
to hear about Lawrence.

Thank you.

It took a tragedy to
bring my daughter home.

Something else to thank
my dear husband for.

- Are you gonna stay here?
- Yes.

May I suggest you be
careful? There's danger here.

Oh, anything, Chin?

Not in Mrs. Barlow's room,
nor Thomas Barlow's room.

Let's check out Thorpe's room.

[WHISTLING]

Ah.

Mr. Barlow?

- Mr. Barlow?
- Yes, I'm here.

Would you like a cup? It's
a fresh keg, Mr. Williams.

Uh, Mr. Barlow, may I?

Well, I must have another
cup around here somewhere.

You don't have to take mine.

How is it? Hmm?

Williams, that's
a fine burgundy.

I think it's time you
switched to Chablis.

Chablis?

- Anything, Chin?
- Nothing, Steve.

Okay, let's go.

- Danno, got something?
- Yeah. Taste it, but be careful.

What is it?

- Arsenic, I think.
- Arsenic?

Intended for Thomas. Found
it in a wine cask downstairs.

- He's in the study now.
- Well, that would eliminate Thomas.

Unless he planted
it for our benefit.

So that leaves just two.

Chin, keep an eye on
Thomas. Danno, come with me.

Mrs. Barlow?

RIAH: Well, Mr. McGarrett,
have you found anything?

Yes, I'm afraid we have.

We found arsenic in
Thomas Barlow's wine.

He's all right, though, thank
God. We caught it in time.

Mr. McGarrett,
when will it stop?

It'll stop, Miss Barlow, when
we find the killer and not before.

Hold it.

RIAH: What is it?

Where did you get this?

RIAH: From this box.

- Danno?
- Yeah?

- Have you got a
glass? DANNY: Yeah.

McGARRETT: Take a look.

Looks like it was
dipped in something.

- All the tips are discolored, Steve.
- Yeah, I can imagine with what.

Do you realize how lucky
you are, Mrs. Barlow?

This could be deadly
poison, and probably is.

Steve, Thorpe is here.
H.P.D. picked him up.

He's in the study.

All right, Duke. Get this
wine down to the police lab.

I want an analysis
of whatever is in it

and whatever is on the
tip of these pins right away.

- Right, Steve.
- Looks like Thorpe's our boy, huh?

Sure does. Let's go.

McGARRETT: Thinking of making
another substitution, Mr. Thorpe?

I know all about your
dirty dealings with Benileha

and with Carolyn and Lawrence,
the whole dirty business.

I even know where
Lawrence hid the forgeries.

I was only trying to help
Lawrence. He was in trouble.

And you weren't trying to
help yourself, of course, huh?

I admit I profited,

but I did not kill my
own wife or my daughter.

Maybe I didn't show the
proper respect in my grief,

but that doesn't
make me a murderer.

Oh, but other things
could, Mr. Thorpe.

To begin with, every killing
had been programmed,

everyone except yours.

Laura's drugs, Addison's
pain pills, Carolyn's medication,

Lawrence's antihistamine,
Thomas' wine,

Riah's sewing pins.

Everyone except yours.

And we searched, Mr. Thorpe.
We searched everywhere.

- But that's not true, I didn't...
- Let me finish. You also had access.

Now, the killer had
access to this house,

had to have
access to this house.

Which rules out Eugenie here

because she hasn't
been here in a year.

All right, what about Thomas?

- Or Riah? McGARRETT:
The same reasoning.

The killer had to have access
to all the instruments of death.

- How could I?
- What do you mean, how could you?

I didn't even know
she had a sports car.

I haven't seen her
since she left this house.

- You've never been to her home?
- Never.

- Is that true?
- Yes, it's true, he's never visited me.

I've only had the
car for a short time.

I told you, Addison bought
it for me just before he died.

Yes, you did tell me
Addison bought it for you.

When you were explaining
how generous he was.

Now, perhaps you'll leave
us in peace, McGarrett.

[SIGHS]

McGARRETT: One piece, Danno,
there's still one piece missing.

RHODES: This
will has me worried.

It's almost like an invitation
to the heirs to kill one another.

"The full complement of all who
have, with ill-concealed impatience,

waited like vultures
to pick my bones."

Why, that vindictive,
evil old man.

- Winner take all, huh?
- He's making us wait a whole year.

Tempting each and every one
of us to do away with each other

so each part of the
estate will be bigger.

Isn't that just like Addison?

Governing our lives
even after he's dead?

Forgive me, all of you.

I've missed the
point completely here.

I've been assuming the
obvious motive, greed,

when all the time it was
malice, vindictiveness.

Who is it, Mr. McGarrett?

- Do you know?
- Oh, I know now.

But I should have
known a long time ago.

I should have realized

that the murderer had to know
in advance what was in that will

in order to set up
Carolyn and Laura's death.

And there was only two people who
knew that in advance of the reading:

Addison Barlow
himself and Eugenie.

And because Eugenie could
not have planted the poisons,

the only other
person is right here.

Addison Barlow,
murderer from his grave.

He wrote his will to set
up a motive for all the heirs.

Then he planted the pills,
the poisoned wine, the pins,

even the sabotaged sports car.

All were accessible to him. But
he hated you above all, Thorpe.

You were to be
the last one left,

therefore accused of
all the other murders.

And I almost succumbed to it.

Steve, what about the old
man? What about his death?

I think it was his
own doing, Danno.

In constant pain, near
death, he committed suicide.

But he couldn't
let it go at that.

If he had to die, those
he hated had to die also.

So he reached out with
an icy hand from the grave

and snatched them.