Apple TV’s Lucky begins with a betrayal and ends with a gift. In between are seven episodes of blithely derivative action fun, as unoriginal as they are expertly made. The show borrows from the Bourne movies (2002–2016), Catch Me If You Can (2002), Run Lola Run (1998), and even The Sopranos (1999–2007). The result is material that feels not fresh but well-loved, like a thrift-store find one can’t wait to take home. The title character is Luciana “Lucky” Armstrong (Anya Taylor-Joy), the grown-up child of her criminal father, John (Timothy Olyphant). As the series opens, Lucky is in Las Vegas with her husband, Cary (Drew Starkey), and a pile of cash from one of dad’s scams. “Something feels off,” our heroine declares, revealing, not for the last time, an enviable sixth sense for mischief. She’s right. Within hours, Cary will abscond with the money, leaving Lucky to deal with the fallout on her own. Apple’s production is a heist show without the heist. Indeed, I was never quite sure where the money came from in the first place, grasping only that (a) a biodiesel scheme was involved, and (b) both the FBI and the mob wanted the dough. The upshot is that an abandoned Lucky must run from everyone — not only Javert-like Special Agent Billie Rand (Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor) but crime lord Priscilla Masterson (Annette Bening), a ruthless figure who just happens to be Cary’s mother. “Ninety pounds soaking wet,” as a minor character puts it, Lucky must use her wits to evade capture, find her husband, and steal back the money that is wrongfully hers.