Stan Lee's Lucky Man (2016) s02e03 Episode Script

1 - - Golding tried to leave the country.
Border controls kicked in.
They should have taken him, but there was a backup car and he got away.
I heard you stopped mid-sentence like you'd seen a ghost, - and then you just ran out.
- I thought I saw Golding.
One day, Harry's luck is going to run out.
If you spent more time thinking about your work and less about Harry, you'd get better results.
You and I are different.
We can step out into this night, and anything can happen.
No one's luck lasts forever.
Get down from there.
- (ISABELLA CRIES OUT) - Isabella? We're invincible.
All you've done is lie, Eve.
Does he know you've put this on my wrist? How are you filling the God-shaped hole in your soul? The awful Huxley.
- Sometimes there's no justice.
- (TRUCK HORN BLARES, CRASH) I think you'd be surprised.
(PANTING) (DOG BARKING) (GRUNTS) (BREATHES DEEPLY) (BOTTLE CLATTERS ON FLOOR) (BREATHING RAPIDLY) Phone.
(PHONE CLATTERS ON FLOOR) Finally.
(GUN CLICKS) You know, I almost got away.
Lots of times, actually.
Bribed the Port Authority £15,000 to look the other way, only for all the crossings to be cancelled due to a freak storm.
Keeps happening, every time.
Made me realise the bracelet doesn't want me to go! It won't let me.
Fair enough.
I won't try anymore.
Time for something new.
(FLOOR CREAKS) (SHE BREATHES RAPIDLY) Fortune is a fickle friend Here today and then gone again A good-time girl, and when it hurts Is nowhere to be found Ha, ha, ha, ha, she's laughing in your face When you think that you've got it made Patient with your life now Careful with your pride Hold tight, this could be a wild ride It could be a late night Who's gonna end up as the underdog? And who's gonna be the lucky one? (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) - It's not a bad entrance.
- Try it.
I dare you.
I rather like this suit.
It's just a bet.
Where's the harm? I think we both know the answer to that.
- If you want to learn, play the game.
- I've done that before.
- And? - I made my family homeless.
Well, if you'd won, they'd be living in a palace.
Hmm Your risks are what make you great, Harry.
All right, Dr.
Freud.
It's just water.
Oh, you are very bad news.
Harry? Hi.
(GRUNTS) (ISABELLA LAUGHS) (SILVERWARE CLATTERING, INDISTINCT CHATTER) (ISABELLA LAUGHS) Sorry, sorry.
Sorry, but what are the chances? Not just you seeing Harry just as he's about to do something so Stupid? interesting.
But also you being in such handsome company.
You know, I was actually quite nervous about meeting you, Harry.
But I suppose this has broken the ice, eh? - I'm amazed they let you in like that.
- Oh, Giovanni won't mind.
- Giovanni, the owner? - He's a friend.
I get around.
I'm sure you do.
- So, how long have you two been together? - Oh, we're not together.
Not yet.
He's so old-fashioned, keeping me on tenterhooks.
Someone please shoot me in the head.
I bet you didn't have to wait, did you, Anna? I'll have that gun when you're finished with it.
So, how did you meet? Was it fantastically romantic? Hardly.
We work together.
But I've always admired her.
You know, how she sees a case.
How she holds all the facts in her head.
And then she knows how to present them to a jury so that they see the story just as she wants them to.
It's It's really sexy.
Shit, sorry.
Look, can we just order some bloody food? I'm starving.
- (HARRY'S PHONE BUZZES) - How did you two meet? Um, I was Yes, hello? What, now? OK.
Really? - I'm sorry, it's my job.
- You haven't eaten.
Great to meet you, Harry.
- Hopefully next time we'll, um - Yeah.
- Hello.
- Victim's name's Anthony Johnstone, 39 years old, died last Tuesday.
Is there a bin anywhere? I can't go in with this.
Just scoff it down! No time to iron? - So, Anthony? - Johnstone.
PM was last night.
- Turns out he was killed by a blood clot.
- That's natural causes.
Something strange turned up in the contents of his stomach.
What? - Human flesh.
- Human? So we may have a cannibal on our hands.
How's that kebab going down? No, not a cannibal.
Not in my opinion.
What about the stomach contents? Well, this fingernail made me suspicious, so I did a precipitate test which confirmed the meat is definitely human, but there's also pork with apple and onion, sage All right, Ralph.
What? I don't think Mr.
Johnstone knew what he was eating.
Did you say sage? Oh, pastry.
If Mr.
Johnstone here had died of more obvious causes, then we'd never have known.
Indeed, he may have done it before, many times.
I'm sorry, done what? Eaten a pie.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Thank you.
I'll get you - (POLICE SIREN) Two pence.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER) Human remains? Well, we'd never Mr.
Johnstone's wife said he visited your stall most days.
This is him.
Oh, yeah.
Big fan of the pork and sage.
A bit snooty about the lamb and beetroot, though.
Not an adventurous type, you know? - You think I did it.
- You made the pies yourself? W-What kind of sick pervert do your think I am? The only thing I add to these pies is love.
Where do you get your meat? Not some common supermarket, thank you very much.
- I put my heart into each and every pie.
- So, where do you get your meat? - Smithfield Market, of course.
- Which butcher, which stall? I don't have a regular supplier.
I like to sniff out a bargain.
I'm ruined.
Human meat in my pies? Well, it can't be her.
She doesn't look like a Mrs.
Lovett, does she? - A who? - You know.
Sweeney Todd, the musical? The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
You sing a bit.
I'll see if I remember.
- If you think I'm falling for that - Harry.
Suri.
A neighbour heard screams in the street last night.
Further investigation led to this.
We haven't ID'd the woman yet.
She looks familiar.
Now, the plates are false, obviously, but then we found this.
We managed to clean up the image.
You don't see anything until he turns around and it's only for a split second.
- (HARRY GASPS) - (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) - Oh, my God.
- Golding.
That's Golding.
- Oh, no.
- Get a squad car to Anna's chambers now.
He's smiling.
That's not a man on the run.
(TYRES SCREECH) (CAR DOOR CLOSES) DI Clayton.
(DOOR CLOSES) I've just had the call from Daisy's school.
She's safe, she's been brought here.
No, they can take her home.
I'll meet her there.
OK.
I've got officers on the door day and night, I've got a panic alarm being fitted, we've got plainclothes at the end of the street.
I know.
It's all been explained.
I can't work here.
Your officers are scaring off my clients.
I could take you both home.
Explain it all to Daisy.
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT) Right, can you wait by the car, please? Thank you.
Look, I know you'll catch him.
You're a brilliant cop, if nothing else.
And I'll get Daisy to court, it's good she hears it from you.
- Thank you.
- Why is he back? I thought you said he'd want to keep as far away from us as possible.
- I'll tell you when I catch him.
- Well, I'm glad you're so confident.
You've got luck on your side, haven't you? I saw the bracelet on her wrist, Harry.
Just like yours.
Does she get you, is that it? Do you get lucky together? Well, she's fun, at least.
I'll find him.
I'll catch him.
Good luck.
Nikhail Julian.
Better known as Golding.
He's guilty of multiple murder, kidnapping, extortion, and blackmail.
He exploited his role as prison governor to build a criminal empire.
Well, this is our chance to put him away for good.
We can track the van using CCTV.
How far have we got on that, anyone? And we'll need to go back to the original witness.
Find out exactly what she heard.
- What? - You can't be working on this case, Harry.
Not with your personal history.
- My history? What about yours? - When we put him on trial, the defence will rip holes in our case if you're involved.
- You know that.
- I promised Anna.
- Who's running it now? - I am.
- I'll keep you informed at every stage.
- What am I supposed to do?! Got a DNA match on the meat found in Mr.
Johnstone's stomach.
What? The human remains.
We know who they belong to.
Are you kidding me? (ENGINE SHUTS OFF) Had to hire a pool car, huh? Sexy.
So.
What have we got? The human remains found in Mr.
Johnstone's stomach belong to a man named Adam Sykes.
This is his house.
Neighbours haven't seen him for a week.
Adam Sykes.
Yeah, I knew him.
Forger.
Apparently, it was a fluke we were able to get the DNA.
Normally, when meat's cooked and digested, you don't get anything, so That was lucky, eh? Police! Stay where you are.
(DOOR BANGS OPEN) Let's go.
Police! Listen, I get you don't want to be here.
I'm not thrilled to be working under you either.
- That's your fault.
- (POLICE SHOUTING) Stay where you are! All right, so you're not responsible for any of the shit that's going down right now? Anything? We've got incomplete passports, false tax returns, gas bills Everything you need to set up a new identity.
But no forger.
No sign of a struggle, either.
So he was killed somewhere else.
Maybe.
The last time I caught Sykes, he was trying to flog forged bare bonds to Russian undergraduates from Imperial College.
When we nabbed him, his hands were covered in ink, his shirt was covered in his breakfast.
This place doesn't Can we get some Luminol and UV lights in here? Good.
- Again, please.
Once more.
- You heard the DI.
Wait, go back.
There.
Blood.
Give me that.
Well, if he was killed her, it wouldn't be a single speck.
- There'd be blood spatter and - And there.
And there.
Fshhh! - Arterial spray.
- Yeah.
- Some job cleaning that up, eh? - Professional.
The meat for the pies.
Where did she buy it? Smithfield.
Right.
Where do we start? Well, if she had no regular supplier, and always paid cash You do know we've had police here searching already, yeah? Find the bloke that sold her the mince, we're one step closer to the killer.
Brilliant.
Right, I'll start down this end.
And I'll see you in a month.
(BUTCHERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY) (COIN RATTLING) (CLEAVER CHOPPING MEAT) Hello.
- I can't help you.
- Well, I haven't asked yet.
I might be looking for 40 kilos of lambs' brains.
You're a cop.
Wouldn't get anything out of anyone here.
That's how it is.
- And how do you know I'm a cop? - The way you talk.
The way you walked in.
Takes a certain type of person to recognise a cop.
Normally, someone who's been in trouble.
Some knife.
Bet it's sharp.
- It can cut straight through the bone.
- Really? Even human bone? I heard a story about some poor bloke, had his arm cut clean off.
How did that happen? Didn't look where he was going, so I heard.
- Do you mind? That's unhygienic.
- Sorry.
- VENDOR: We need some more, mate.
- I'll see you, Jim.
So what do you use to keep it all so spick and span? Why do you care? Oh, I'm just interested, you know? Must be a lot of blood that needs cleaning up.
I just wonder what you use to make sure there's no trace of anything left behind.
Solarvac cleaner? Amphesine? - Where do you keep it? - In my van.
Oh, I fancy taking a peek at that.
- Bet it's spotless, too.
- Yeah, it is.
Come on, then.
It's this way.
(GRUNTS) (BOTH GRUNTING) (BUTCHER GRUNTS) (BUTCHER GROANS) (BUTCHER YELLS) Backup.
Get me backup, now.
DI ORWELL: Harry, are you here? Harry? Who is it? Who we looking for? Needle in a haystack, Harry.
Al, Any luck? - We found his van.
- Where? - Look at the plates.
- What? It's the van Golding was in.
Looks to me like Golding's taken him under his wing, protected him and used him for his skills.
He kills his victims, he butchers them, and they end up in pies.
So the woman he abducted DS CHOHAN: We need to find her, fast.
These cases are linked now, Harry.
What, you're saying I can't work on either case? I think Sykes was providing a new identity for Golding, and once Golding got it, he got rid of Sykes to cover his tracks.
OK, stop.
What we don't know is why Golding didn't use that identity to escape.
Sir, I found out who the girl is.
It's Eve Alexandri.
- Golding killed her mother, right? - Yeah.
Wait, Harry, you-you knew her.
Why would Golding take her? I don't know.
All right, Suri, dig out everything else you can find on Miss Alexandri.
Harry.
I'm fine, I'm going home, I'm not getting involved.
You knew who she was before I worked it out.
You knew, and you didn't say, did you? Oh, my God, I can't believe it.
We're back here again! You doing stuff you shouldn't be, and me having to cover it up.
Suri, if I knew anything else, I'd tell you.
Ever since she turned up and you started wearing that bracelet.
What, this? I've had it for ages.
Richard gave it to me as a present.
Ever since then, you've been odd.
And by the way, it looks really stupid on you.
Suri, please.
Why has he taken her? It's me asking, not Winter.
Tell me so I can find her! It's me, Harry.
Hi.
Been a while.
If you're here about your man Golding, it's a wasted trip.
- They already told me.
- I wanted you to hear it from me.
- Well, you're too late.
- Come on, Rich, I did what you asked.
I've kept my distance.
- And yet, here you are.
- Cos I miss you.
- I miss my brother.
- (SIGHS) Look, maybe when this is over and we catch him, we can go out for a pint? Just like that? Well, I'd be buying, obviously.
(SIGHS) Rich You sounded so stressed on the phone, I thought you'd appreciate a more soothing environment.
I haven't had a chance to thank you for your performance with my wife.
Wasn't that hilarious? She's gorgeous, by the way.
You set all that up? I think you're meant to say, "But not as gorgeous as you.
" You did.
Jesus.
I just wanted to see how you were with her.
I'd like to know what's stopping you from kissing me.
My torch has been kidnapped.
Golding's involved.
I don't know why, but I've been kicked off the case, so I'm on my own without any resources, and I have to find her.
Isabella.
I don't care.
Neither would you if you knew who she really was.
What? Eve is my torch too.
Yes, she's known about me and the bracelet all along.
Now, why didn't she tell you? I, err I don't know why.
I had two children, Harry.
Two beautiful baby girls.
And she's the reason I lost them.
Dead because of her.
- Jesus, what happened? - Don't.
Forget about her.
- What happened? - No, don't.
Isabella.
She's my only way to find Golding.
To keep Anna and Daisy safe.
- So do it.
- No, I can't without you.
The man who caught Eve cuts people to pieces.
Good.
That selfish little bitch has sabotaged your life.
- Right now, I don't care.
- But you will.
Please help me.
No.
- You'd do the same if it was Daisy.
- Jesus.
You'd do worse.
- Stay away from me.
- I'm trying to save you.
Stay away from me.
(HARRY'S FOOTSTEPS WALKING AWAY) (CROWS CAWING) Boss.
- You said you'd be careful.
- I was.
I was meticulous.
- I don't know how he found me.
- You never know.
That's the thing, the bloody thing.
Now he knows you, we'll never catch him.
I'll be more careful next time.
It can't work, unless we catch him unawares.
That was the only way to get him back here.
Don't attack him.
Just put him in that and wait for him to die.
It was the only way, the only bloody way.
No.
Just chop his head off.
I keep telling you, you can't, you don't know anything.
It's over.
Right.
Change of plan.
- What, because of some bloody bracelet? - Forget about the bracelet.
Forget about Harry.
We need to cover our tracks.
Right.
Kill her, get rid of the body.
- No, wait.
Wait.
- And no traces.
I'll pay you after it's done.
- Stop! - Then you're on your own.
I can help you.
I can help you beat Harry.
- No, you can't.
- Yes, I can.
There's a second bracelet and I know the woman who wears it.
She's stronger than he is.
- No.
No! - Wait.
If you get her on your side, you can do anything you want to him.
Just tell him to put down the bloody knife.
Yeah? Suri, how do you suppose Harry just found the butcher? - I'm working.
- Cos I was watching him.
He didn't do anything I wouldn't have done, but it's always him.
- He's always the one.
- Steve - Hmm? - I'm working.
(SHE SIGHS) Uhh! What've you got? Last year, we froze Golding's bank accounts, assets, et cetera.
But he's obviously still got access to money somehow.
Exactly.
So I've used the facial recognition software on cashpoints and got some hits.
But the software's unreliable, so I'm hunting down guys that look like Golding, but aren't him.
It's a wild goose chase.
No, not necessarily.
Your search is just too narrow.
You want to find Golding, you've got to look bigger.
(DOOR BUZZES) (DOOR BUZZES) (DOOR OPENS) Well, you're not here to preach the gospel, are you? Not quite.
We're here to ask for your help, Isabella Augustin.
Goodness.
They know my name.
I'm ruined.
We'd like you to help us kill Harry Clayton.
May I see it? Come get it, if you think you're hard enough.
Eve says you've been wearing it for ten years.
Says you can summon luck like it's your own personal genie.
Eve talks too much.
And she gave the bracelet to the wrong man.
I was always meant to have that bracelet, and I would have done so much more with it than Harry ever could.
I think he's growing into it quite nicely.
No.
His mind's too tidy.
Too black and white.
I think his mind is a little darker than you realise.
And he's good for me.
If what Eve told me is right You'd do well not to mention that girl again.
When Harry learns about your predilections, he'll come after you.
He'll hunt you down, and however brilliant you may be, he will win.
But not me.
I would never stop you.
I think Harry's falling for me.
And I think he'll love me in time, whatever my faults.
He'll only ever love one woman.
So what do you want? You help me get the bracelet off Harry, I get Eve to put it on me, and then whatever you want.
- You'll kill him? - Of course.
- And I could kill Eve, too, if you like.
- No.
I want to do that.
(PHONE BUZZES) (PHONE BUZZES) When my girls died, my body seized up.
Grief grabbed me, choked me.
I'd be walking down a road and see a child, and My legs would give way.
I thought at least the pain would one day pass.
In a way, it has got better, but Some days, I wake and it's a good minute before I think of them.
Then I think of Eve But I'll help.
Because it's you.
It's all I've got.
Help me find her.
Please.
It's killing me.
As you wish.
You used the cashpoints to find Golding, I then linked them with mobile phones being used in the area.
That gives us 340 matches.
We then ruled out any mobile phones not paid for by cash or using pay-as-you-go contracts.
- That brings us down to the three.
- The three.
One of which is currently being driven up the M1.
Motorway cameras showed that to be driven by a 29-year-old female.
Another one was dropped down a toilet in a nightclub last night by a teenager named Aaron Holt.
And that leaves one.
It's got to be Golding.
It's got to be Golding.
We just need him to turn his bloody phone on.
And then we've got him.
- You're a good cop - Mm-hm.
- for a wally.
- First of all, who says "wally" anymore? Secondly, ditto.
Even though I'm sure you'd be a nightmare girlfriend.
'Scuse me? Well, with your backhanded compliments all day, everyday, I pity the wally.
Shut up.
ISABELLA: I think we're near.
The bracelets will lead us.
(PHONE VIBRATES) (ALARM BLARES ON COMPUTER) We've got him.
Let's go.
Target located.
We need SO19 now.
So, luck brings us here.
- You're sure? - I think so.
(BIRDS SCREECHING) (CROW CAWING) This is the place.
We've found him.
Yes, we have.
Well done, darling.
(HARRY GASPS, STRUGGLES) (BLADE SCRAPES) Are you ready yet? I just want to cut his arm off with one slice.
Well, I'm done waiting.
Let's go.
Right.
In a minute, my friend here is going to cut off Harry's arm thanks to Isabella and your introduction.
Now, Harry might die of shock.
More likely blood loss, actually.
Either way, once he's gone, you will give me the bracelet, right? Eve, do you understand me? - (BLADE SCRAPES) - (HARRY GROANS) (BUTCHER CHUCKLES DEMONICALLY) Oh, dear.
Isabella, why? Oh.
You were getting boring.
And still in love with your wife.
I get jealous.
Do it.
And I was starting to like you.
That can be dangerous.
It's much safer to feel nothing at all.
At least with Golding, I won't have to worry about that.
(BIRDS CHIRPING) (BUTCHER CRIES OUT) (THUD OF CLEAVER) (BIRDS FLYING AWAY) Oh, please.
Did you really think I would choose you over my lovely Harry Clayton? - (EVE SHOUTS) - (BLOW LANDS) Ahh! You bastard! Eve! Bastard! It's what you've always wanted.
Eve, don't.
- All my life.
All my life, Harry.
- I know, but you can't.
- Watch me.
- No, Eve! I will come after you, I will find you, and I will put you in prison where he should be.
- Then I'll kill you too.
- No, you won't.
Put him away.
- Make his pain last.
- (CRYING) I dreamed of this.
I know, but we're not monsters, Eve.
There's no way back if you do this.
Please.
- (SOBS) - (BLADE CLATTERS) So I got him.
Golding.
As I promised.
You have to start trusting me.
You have to.
No, you don't.
- Harry, she'll hurt you.
- You just betrayed him.
- He was going to kill me.
- He knows you're my torch.
He knows all the lies you told.
Harry, I promise.
- You've got Golding.
Please leave.
- Harry, I She's right.
You got what you want from me.
The police will be here soon.
Come find me.
Trust me.
(GRUNTS) This is the end.
Yes.
An ex-prison governor behind bars? (GOLDING BREATHING SHAKILY, CHUCKLING) They're going to do terrible things to you.
Harry! Harry, I'll give you £1 million.
£1 million.
Just let me go.
- Smile! (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) - Harry! Harry, £2 million.
Harry, £2 £3 million! £5 million! Harry! (CONTINUES SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY) Anna, we got him.
Yeah, it's over.
Oh, sorry.
The cavalry have arrived.
Harry, what are you doing here? What took you so long? Still a lot of questions.
You shouldn't have been anywhere near him.
I was just out for a wee dander.
Yeah, you've already given me that utterly implausible story.
I was worried when I heard you'd found him first.
I thought you might do something stupid.
I'm glad you proved me wrong.
- Thank you.
- Bet Anna's relieved.
Sure she is.
- I'm trying not to interfere.
- Right.
- So I-I'm no expert on your personal life.
- Alistair, I make her unhappy.
No, you don't.
I saw that last time she was here, the way she still looks at you, God knows why.
(CHUCKLES) So you're not interfering? Meanwhile, what's she doing? Tonight, I believe she's at a ball with her new boyfriend.
And you're doing what? Sitting here? (HE LAUGHS) You fool.
Go.
Now.
Win her back.
(PHONE BUZZES) What are you doing here? Waiting for you.
That's all I do.
- - A prototype driverless car went out of control and drove into the water.
Could someone have hacked the operating system? If Winter found out that you'd stolen evidence - You want to be transferred? - I'm not trusted.
Harry! - This bracelet will drag him down.
- I won't let it.
You have a chance, as long as you stay away from Isabella.
You're on something, and I'm not the only one to notice.
(WINDOW GLASS SHATTERS) (EXPLOSION) (MUSIC: Lucky Man by Corinne Bailey Rae)