Stan Lee's Lucky Man

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Harry?

You know, I was actually quite nervous about meeting you, Harry,

but I suppose this has broken the ice, eh?

I saw the bracelet on her wrist, Harry.

Did she get to you? Is that it? Do you get lucky together?

Well, she's fun, at least.

Come on, Rich, I did what you asked, I kept my distance.

And yet here you are.

Cos I miss you. I miss my brother.

Steve won't be running anything.

He's been reduced to the rank of detective constable

with immediate effect.

There's a second bracelet and I know the woman who wears it.

She's stronger than he is.

That selfish little bitch just sabotaged your life.

- Right now, I don't care. - But you will.

I had two children.

Two beautiful baby girls.

Dead, because of her.

Bastard!

Bastard!

- It's what you've always wanted. - Harry, she'll hurt you.

He knows you're my torch. He knows all the lies you told.

- Harry, I... - She's right.

You got what you want from me.

You have to start trusting me. You have to.

I know a shortcut.

You know, I thought this was a shortcut.

Really?

Get your hands up!

Both of you!

Come on, put your hands up!

Get out my way!

- Move! - I've danced with the devil.

What?

I'm not scared, pal, but I know you are.

Eurgh!

Now, what shall we do with him?

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Why did you give me that knife?

To kill Golding, of course.

It was what you'd always wanted.

Why would you help me?

Because I'm your friend.

Was.

It's a wonderful feeling, revenge.

I'm sorry you missed out on it.

To see what it felt like to be like me for a day.

To be corrupt?

To hurt?

To feel trapped and know that you can never escape.

I didn't kill your girls.

Yes, you did.

I tried to warn you over and over and you wouldn't listen.

As soon as you put this on me, you dug their graves.

It was inevitable.

Just like it is for Harry.

This bracelet will drag him down.

- I won't let it. - How?

If you warn him or tell him the truth...

...he will never forgive you.

I miss you sometimes.

I dream of how we used to be.

And then I wake up and I imagine cutting out your eyes.

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A prototype driverless car...

it was being taken on a public test drive

at a launch event yesterday when it went out of control

and drove into the water.

The future, and it ends up in the Thames.

Bloody sat navs. Who's the deceased?

Mary Wells, the wife of the car's developer, Davey Wells.

And why are we here? It's an accident, eh?

The Health and Safety Inspectorate spotted this and called us.

The barrier where the car went in could have been weakened beforehand.

Or it could be a coincidence.

We are leaders in the field of driverless technology.

This is a compilation of mobile footage

taken at the launch of the driverless car.

That's Davey Wells.

Now, who better to join me on this, the first public test drive

of our completely autonomous vehicle,

than my beautiful wife, Mary?

The car's complex computer and sensory system

allows the car to navigate itself.

Ah, there he is taking the deceased, Mary Wells, for a joy ride.

Any footage of when things start to go wrong?

Hmm.

So, he takes a call at the exact moment the car malfunctions.

- Another coincidence? - Could be.

Oh, God.

Bloody hell!

See if Digital Forensics can trace the call.

Will do. So, who is she?

- Who? What? - The woman whose perfume you stink of.

No idea what you're on about.

Where was Davey Wells when we were fishing his wife out of the dock?

Hmm.

Davey Wells is a wealthy entrepreneur,

likes to invest in cutting-edge tech companies.

- DI Clayton? - Yes?

Lakshi Perera.

I'm Mr. Wells' head of legal.

- Is he here? - I'm afraid not.

He's not at home, either.

Mr. Wells has been through a terrible ordeal.

He's simply in no fit state to answer questions at the moment.

I'm sorry, but you don't get to decide that.

I want a list of all the attendees at the launch

- and a schedule for the event. - I'll see what I can do.

I assume you're carrying out an internal investigation

- into the crash. - Of course.

We're working closely with the company that developed the computer systems.

We'll keep you informed of our progress.

We'll do our own investigation, thanks.

- What's the name of the company? - Spikesy.

They're a tech start-up on Old Street.

Police. I'm DI Clayton.

I'm looking for Rachel Spikes.

That's me.

And you are?

- Woody Gilbert. - He works for me.

- You're in charge? Jeez, I feel old. - You are old.

Demon Slayer? So this is what you call work?

No, it's just for fun.

Is this about the crash?

Yes. When did you last see Davey Wells?

- Last week. - Oh, you weren't at the launch?

Davey never has the techies around when the press are involved.

- What went wrong? - Someone died, that's what went wrong.

Did you know Mary Wells?

No.

We knew who she was, of course.

Could there have been an error with the programming somewhere?

No way.

We spent months testing and retesting everything.

We're going over it all again now.

The car system was working perfectly.

Look, we're gutted about Mary,

but you need to understand that our careers are stuffed now, too.

Could someone have hacked the operating system,

caused a malfunction?

- Unlikely. - What are the odds?

About 75,000 to one.

That's a very precise answer.

I'm interested in the science of probability.

So, what are the odds you could have made a mistake with the coding?

- Pretty much zero. - Pretty much?

Well, obviously zero probability is statistically impossible.

Just keep waving and smiling.

I am smiling, Davey, but if you keep ordering me about,

I'll shove your mobile down your throat.

For God's sake, not today, the investors are watching.

Yeah, yeah, it's always about the bloody investors.

- Trouble in paradise. - It could just be a row.

Yeah, but why won't he speak to us?

Then there's the issue of the call he received just before the crash.

Digital Forensics say it came from an unregistered number, a computer network.

It lasted less than a second,

so that could have been the trigger for a hack

into the car's operating system.

Someone wants Mary Wells dead and they're at the scene

so that they can see when she's in the car alone.

The timing is critical.

We need to search Wells' personal computer.

- Mm. - We'll need a warrant for that,

and I'm not sure we have enough to justify it.

We've got nothing until we talk to Wells.

If he doesn't volunteer himself tomorrow,

then we'll look at a warrant.

- Tomorrow! - We tread carefully.

Look into his business dealings.

Let's have some hard evidence to put in front of him when he comes in.

OK.

No, come on, I'm leaving.

Documents relating to Davey Wells' business interests.

- I'm not working that case. - You are now.

- What, just me? Where are you going? - Out.

You look amazing.

I wake up like this.

Mmm.

What are we doing?

Something to take my mind off work.

It's been a frustrating day.

I like this new Harry.

So does Harry.

You shouldn't let people give you the run-around.

Make them do what you want.

It's not how we do it in the force.

No, it's not how they do it.

Come on.

- Yeah, sorry we couldn't help you. - Thanks.

So, the security man says he's not at home.

Pop in and find out.

I don't have a warrant.

You have the bracelet.

Don't be coy.

I'll show you coy.

Oi! Oi! What are you doing?