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Im the executor
of Addison barlows estate

and his will has me worried.

Why would a will
have you worried?

Its almost like an invitation
to the hairs

to kill one another.

Is that what the will means,
Mr. Rhodes?

Thats correct, Mrs. Barlow.

All right, mcgarrett, what you
are going to do about it?

Just sit around and wait
for the next one?

Is there going to be a next one?

Were dealing with mass murder.

Your brother has been
in an accident.

What kind of accident?

[ "Hawaii five-o" theme plays ]

A rare form of palsy.

A degenerative
ne

urological disease.

Im afraid
it

can only get worse.

Youll never paint again.

Im afraid
it

can only get worse.

Youll never paint again.

Youll never paint again.

Youll never paint again.

Youll never paint again.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Screams ]

I appreciate you coming
on such short notice, Steve.

I know how busy you are.

Im enjoying the lunch.
Whats so urgent?

You sound rather edgy.

Well, what do you know
about Addison Barlow?

The artist? Not much.
Just what I read in the papers.

Died recently, didnt 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.

Wasnt 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 --

im the executor of
Addison barlows estate,

and his will has me worried.

Why would a will
have you worried?

I cant explain it, Steve,
but this will,

its almost like an invitation
to the heirs

to kill one another.

Now, ID 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.

Thats old Thomas,
addisons older brother.

Come on.
I want you to meet him.

Good morning, Thomas.

Oh, good morning, gentlemen.

-How are you?
-Im fine.

This is Steve mcgarrett,
a friend of mine.

The fuzz. Yes.
Ive heard of Mr. Mcgarrett.

Please excuse my slang.

Ive heard it said with a lot
more malice from time to time.

-Yes.
-What are you up to?

Im cleaning out the
[Speaking indistinctly]

Ooh, youre here to read
addisons will this afternoon,

Malcolm.

-Right.
-I forgot.

You think my late brother
will object

if I dont wear a tie
and a jacket?

I wouldnt put it past him,
Thomas.

[ Chuckles ] Please.

Thank you.

Everybody here, Thomas?

Everybody but eugenie.
She wont be here.

Swore she would never set foot
in this house again.

Spunky girl.
I love her madly.

Good morning.

Good morning.

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.

Hes a good friend,

and I have taken the Liberty
of asking him to be present.

And just exactly
what is he doing here?

This is a family affair.

Possibly more than family,
Mr. Thorpe.

David thorpe,
addisons brother-in-law

and carolyns father.

This is Laura thorpe,
addisons sister.

This is riah Barlow,
addisons widow.

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.

Its 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, her indecisive,

"fearful, and cowardly
daughter...

"My brother Thomas,
a bumbling parasite

"without ambition or pride...

"To my son Lawrence, a weakling,
a gambler, and wastrel...

"To my wife rhea,
a secretive, disloyal woman,

"cruelly, patiently, and
successfully waited me out...

"And to my daughter eugenie,

"full compliment 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?

Hes making us
wait a whole year.

-Right, Mr. Rhodes?
-Wrong!

Hes 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?

Thats correct, Mrs. Barlow.

How can my father do that?

He always did
whatever he wanted.

Why should he change now?

Isnt that just like Addison?

Governing our lives
even after hes dead?

How much is the estate worth?

Close to $6 million.

Addison was sick.

-Laura!
-Laura.

Laura?

-May I?
-Laura.

Shes dead.

[ Gasps ]

Dead?!

Get Dan Williams right away,
please.

Danno?

We have a death
at the Barlow estate.

I want hpd and a forensic team

from the coroners office
immediately.

Ive got one stop to make
on the way back to the office.

Yeah, ill keep in touch.
Thank you.

[ Replaces receiver ]

But youve seen
that Addison Barlow before.

-I acquired it two months ago.
-And I just saw it again.

What?

I saw this identical painting
this afternoon.

But how could you?
Where?

In Addison barlows home,

hanging on the wall
of his study.

Now, I am not an expert,
but I swear its identical.

-Thats impossible.
-Is it? All right.

I will arrange for access
to the Barlow home.

You supply some
of that famous expertise.

Ill prove it.

Im going to examine
the picture, Steve.

Dont worry.
You dont have to ask me.

-I insist upon it.
-Good.

Hes a executor.
An art expert.

The metropolitan museum
in New York

consults him from time to time,

so hell be able to determine
whether it was a forgery or not.

Yeah, then what?

Then well decide whether
its five-os business.

How did you get involved
in this?

Oh, please, dont 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 there?
-I dont know.

Well see.
Duke, you got something?

Lani dropped this off
about 20 minutes ago.

-What is it?
-Its a report from the lab.

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

Oh?

Come on in, danno.

Mr. Thorpe?

Mr. Mcgarrett.

-Danny Williams.
-Hello.

Excuse me a minute.
Why dont you sit down.

There were 11 tablets
in your wifes pill box.

Eight of them were aspirin.

Three of them
are virulent poison.

Post-mortem confirms
it was not a heart attack.

But we knew that, didnt we?

We knew that.

Oh, did we, Mr. Thorpe?

I didnt know that.
How could you?

Danno.

I want the bodies of Carolyn
and Addison Barlow exhumed

and an autopsy performed
on both of them.

-Ill get a court order.
-Wait just a minute!

Do you honestly believe
Carolyn was murdered?

Thats 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?
An

d

the old man?

Why not?

All right, mcgarrett.

What are you going to do
about it?

Just sit around and wait
for the next one?

Is there going to be a next one,
Mr. Thorpe?

You found five forgeries?

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.
Ill meet you there shortly.

Somebody is making a regular
business out of this.

Lets go.

Forgeries, copies.

Its impossible.

Who could copy
an Addison Barlow?

This picture is authentic,
Steve.

Its a genuine Addison Barlow.

Of course it is.

Is that all you had --
five Addison barlows?

Five genuine Addison Barlow
paintings, Mr. Mcgarrett.

Whered you get them?

I have bills of sales
for all of them.

Mr. Sarat knows
that im highly reputable.

I have the documents, Steve.

ID like to see them sometime.

Of course.
Ill send them to you.

And ID still like to know where
you acquired the paintings.

Its my business, Mr. Mcgarrett.

An honest and ethical
and above-board business.

Lets hope so.

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

please dont hesitate
to call on me.

Count on it.

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

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

To think I paid $40,000
for a painting

-that might be a forgery.
-I dont blame you.

Anyhow, what a relief
thats all over.

Ill be leaving now, my friend.
My car is just downstairs.

-Thanks again.
-Bye-bye.

A bit distressed?

For 40 grand,
ID be a basket case.

Danno, for 40 bucks,
youd be a basket case.

When are you going
to spring for lunch?

-Never.
-Hold it.

What?

Hes in a bit of a hurry.

Who is he?

Lawrence Barlow.

Come here.

Hes going into benilehas.
Want to talk to him?

Oh, no, not now, danno.
But keep him under surveillance.

Get Duke and chin to help you
if necessary.

Im going out
to the Barlow house.

I want to know where he goes
and what he does.

But most of all,

I want to know what his
connection with benileha is.

I need it now. Today.

You got to help me.

Gambling again, huh, Lawrence?

Listen, benileha,
these people dont threaten.

They dont roust you around.

If I dont come up
with the $18,000 today,

theyll 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.

If you wont lend it to me,
ill get you another painting.

I dont know.
I dont know, Lawrence.

With the police
nosing around here,

I cant be as generous
as I have in the past.

[ Sighs ]
Now I want

two

paintings.

Two?!

You gave me $20,000 apiece
for the others.

Youre cutting the price
in half.

[ Sneezes ]

Do you have a cold?

No.
Look, dont hold me up!

Get out.

And take your business
with you.

[ Sneezes ]

Please!

Look, its not a cold!
Its an allergy.

-Then take something for it.
-I do.

Just doesnt seem to be working
this morning.

All right.

Ill bring two paintings.

Thats $20,000 in cash.

And im being very generous
with you, Lawrence.

Ill be back.

Have you seen Lawrence
this morning, Mr. Barlow?

Yes, I have, Mr. Mcgarrett.

He wasnt home all night,
and he was very upset.

He asked me for a lot of money
which I didnt have.

Did he say why he wanted it?

My son is a gambler,
Mr. Mcgarrett.

My husband vilified him for it,

but it was addisons 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 youll excuse me now,
ill go back to my sewing.

Good morning, Thomas.

Oh, good morning.
Good morning.

Are you making progress,
Mr. Mcgarrett?

Perhaps.

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

Yes. I heard about that.
Isnt that extraordinary?

Its extraordinary to me
that your brother Addison

didnt spot them
while he was alive.

His eyesight was failing him
in the last years.

Couldnt even paint.
Not that he didnt try.

When his paintings began to look
like my old offerings,

he quit in disgust.

I didnt know you painted,
Thomas.

I dont.
Oh, I tried when I was young,

but I lacked the gift.

Do you still paint?

Oh, no.

Its terribly self-destructive
to be mediocre

in the house of a genius.

You know,
Carolyn was good, though.

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

Was she good enough to forge
the masters work?

No.

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

Mr. Mcgarrett, Addison wasnt
always mean and hateful.

I dont 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.

Chateau lafite.

Even after he himself
had to stop drinking.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Mcgarrett.

Goodbye, Thomas.

[ Speaking French ]

Merci.

Thats a dead end.

Lets wait over there.

[ Air hissing ]

I thought I heard your car.
Whats up, Larry?

Nothing.
Can I borrow your car?

-Why?
-My right rear is flat.

Theres no spare.

Ive been riding the rim
for 10 minutes.

Oh, well,
ill call the auto club.

No! No, genie.
Thats okay.

I got to get to the house.

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

Whats so urgent at the house?

For petes sake,
all I want to do is borrow --

you look kind of wild!
Have you been up all night?

The keys.
The keys?

Youve been gambling again.

Not now, okay?
No lectures.

I just want to borrow your car.

Ill bring it back
in a couple hours.

Drive carefully.

Yeah. Thanks.

Hey, ill be okay.

I will! I promise!

[ Engine turns over ]

He switched cars.

[ Tires screech ]

There he goes.

Dont lose him.

Hang on, chin.

[ Tires screech ]

Hes dead, chin.

And where did Lawrence
switch cars?

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

According to
the registration slip,

the car belongs to
eugenie Barlow.

Isnt that his sister?

Right. She lives
at the top of that road.

Danno...

Could it be that this wasnt
an accident?

Maybe.

Ill have the lab
go over the car.

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

Chances are theyre copies
of Addison barlows work, too.

The question is,
who do they belong to,

eugenie Barlow
or her dead brother?

I dont know who they belong to,

but I think he was going
to exchange them

with the originals.

Right now, I got to go
and see his sister.

She hasnt been notified.

-Miss Barlow?
-Yes, what is it?

Mcgarrett, Hawaii five-o.

Five-o?
Is something wrong?

Yeah.

Your brothers
been in an accident.

What kind of accident?

The car he was driving
went over a cliff.

Hes dead.

Im sorry.

Dead?

No. [ Cries ]

How?

Oh, he was racing down
a mountain road,

skidding around turns.

He just didnt 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 fathers works.

Copies?

Thats right.

Have you any idea
how they got there?

Not the slightest.

They werent 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.

Whats in the bin?

I dont know.
Ive never used it.

Have you ever
seen these before?

They look like
fathers paintings.

Most likely theyre copies,
miss Barlow.

Your brother made a business

of exchanging forgeries
for originals,

which were readily saleable.

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 dont.

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 wouldnt betray him.

You must have hated your father
a great deal

not to go to his home
for over a year,

not even for the reading
of the will.

I didnt 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 dont believe it.

Nevertheless, its true.

Theres a great deal of money
up for grabs here, miss Barlow.

And your father apparently
despised most of his heirs.

Yes, he did.

And they hated him.

Most of them.

But I didnt.

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 didnt 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 parkinsons.

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 mans
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!
Were 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 im confused.
Let me short these thorpes out.

Carolyn thorpe was the young
girl who fell to her death?

Yes.

And Laura thorpe was the woman

who died at the reading
of the will?

-Right.
-Good.

Ive got more, Steve.

Lawrence, the young man

that went over the cliff
in the Jaguar?

Well, this was found
in his shirt pocket.

Theyre common over-the-counter
antihistamine capsules.

All innocent except for two
which were deadly poison.

Same m.O. As Laura thorpe.

Yes.

Was it the same poison?

Exactly!

Okay, iolani.
Youve earned your salary.

Thank you.

Steve.
From eugenies car.

Somebody tampered
with the steering column.

My god.

So eugenie was next on the list.

You think maybe she tried
to set up her brother?

No, I dont think so.

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 obviously didnt know
her brother

was going to borrow the car.

Yeah. Call her,

and warn her to be careful --
very careful --

until we find this maniac.

Ive got the feeling
the pieces are all here.

Im just not putting them
together.

Weve got drugs,
weve got poison.

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

Thats just the trouble.
Theres no clear pattern.

The m.O.S are different
and chancy.

Weve got a poison that could
kill today or a week from today.

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

Pattern without a pattern.

Yeah. But its here somewhere.
Were just not seeing it.

Okay.
Who have we got left?

Weve got the old mans brother.
Thomas.

Weve got his widow, riah.

Weve 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 estate.

Search that place
from top to bottom.

Get some help from hpd
if necessary.

Look for anything
that could be deadly.

I have a feeling that there is
a trap set up there

for two of the people left.

And the third one
is the murderer.

Yeah, you can bet on it.

Steve.
Something very interesting.

Whats that?

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

Addison barlows signature
was forged.

Good work, chin.

Why should I question
the signature, mcgarrett?

It looked genuine to me.

Take my advice, my friend.
Its time for you to open up.

You bought those paintings from
Lawrence Barlow, didnt 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 -- that was not
my idea at all.

Nothing to do with the copies.

But you knew about them,
didnt you?

And you knew who made them.

It was Carolyn, wasnt it?

Yes.

Yes, it was Carolyn.

But she did it for Lawrence.

I 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, thats not the way
it happened at all.

How did it happen?

Come on, tell me.
How did it happen?

You better give me an answer
if youve got one,

because if you dont,
im going to charge you

with dealing in stolen property.

Very well.

Ill 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 want to know
who is behind all this?

Ill tell you.

Talk to carolyns father,
David thorpe.

It was his scheme
from the beginning.

He gets half my profits.

Thorpes your man.

He better be.

Motive?

I dont know.

It would have to be a pretty
powerful one, wouldnt 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 -- how was it?

"Untrustworthy scoundrel
and crafty opportunist."

You mean the old man
didnt believe

thorpe was marrying
his sister for love?

Yeah.

This is where
the car went over.

From eugenies 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?

One piece, danno.
Theres still one piece missing.

And I dont know what it is.

Thats Lawrence barlows car,
Steve.

Then eugenie must be here,
danno.

Duke, what do you got?

Nothing yet,
but were still looking.

David thorpe around?

I havent seen him,
and his car is gone.

What about the others?

Mrs. Barlows in the sowing room
with her daughter,

and the old man
is somewhere on the grounds.

Duke, I want to see David thorpe
here right away.

Put hpd 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 were looking for.

Mrs. Barlow?
May I come in?

Yes, Mr. Mcgarrett.

Your men are
searching our rooms.

Yes. Im sorry
for the inconvenience,

but its important.

Why?
What are they looking for?

Something that could kill,
perhaps.

I dont mean to be insensitive,
Mrs. Barlow.

By the way, im 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 going to stay here?

Yes.

May I suggest you be careful.
Theres danger here.

Anything, chin?

Not in Mrs. Barlows room
nor Thomas barlows room.

Lets check out thorpes room.

[ Whistling weakly ]

Ahh.

Mr. Barlow?

Mr. Barlow?

Yes. Im here.

Would you like a cup?

Its a fresh keg,
Mr. Williams.

Mr. Barlow, may I?

Well, I must have another cup
around here somewhere.

You dont have to take mine.

How is it?

Williams,
thats a fine burgundy.

I think its time
you switch to chablis.

Chablis?

Anything, chin?

Nothing, Steve.

Okay. Lets go.

Danno, got something?

Yeah. Taste it.
But be careful.

What is it?

Arsenic, think.

-Arsenic?
-Intended for Thomas.

Found it in the wine cask
downstairs.

Hes in the study now.

Well, that will 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?

Well, Mr. Mcgarrett,
have you found anything?

Yes, im afraid we have.

We found arsenic
in Thomas barlows wine.

Hes all right, though.
Thank god. We caught it in time.

Mr. Mcgarrett,
when will it stop?

It will stop, miss Barlow,
when we find the killer,

and not before.

Hold it!

What is it?

Where did you get this?

From this box.

-Danno?
-Yeah.

Have you got a glass?

-Yeah.
-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.

Hpd picked him up.
Hes 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 thorpes our boy.

It sure does.
Lets go.

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 werent trying to help
yourself, of course.

I admit, I profited.

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

Maybe I didnt show
the proper respect in my grief,

but that doesnt make me
a murderer.

Oh, but other things could,
Mr. Thorpe.

To begin with, every killing
had been programmed.

Every one except yours.

Lauras drugs,
addisons pain pills,

carolyns medication,

lawrences antihistamine,
Thomas wine,

riahs sowing pins...

Everyone except yours!

And we searched, Mr. Thorpe.

We searched everywhere.

-But thats not true!
-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 hasnt been here
in a year.

All right, what about Thomas?

-Or riah?
-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 didnt even know
she had a sports car!

I havent seen her
since she left this house!

Youve never been to her home?

Never.

Is that true?

Yes, its true.
Hes never visited me.

Ive 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 youll leave us
in peace, mcgarrett.

[ Sighs ]

One piece, danno.

There is still
on

e piece missing.

This will has me worried.

Its almost like an invitation
to the heirs

to kill one another.

"The full compliment 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?

Hes making us wait
a whole year.

Hes tempting each of us
to do away with each other,

so each part of the estate
will be bigger.

Isnt that just like Addison?

Governing our lives
even after hes dead?

Forgive me, all of you.

Ive missed the point
completely here.

Ive 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 lauras death.

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 couldnt 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.