HERE COMES
THE NIGHT

IF HE SLEEPS, THEY DIE.

A lone figure on a rooftop above the city skyline at dusk

HERE COMES THE NIGHT

IF HE SLEEPS, THEY DIE.

6 X 60 MINUTE THRILLER SERIES BY CHRIS SWEENEY

MEET RAUL, AN ORDINARY DAD WITH A WIFE AND A YOUNG SON. BY DAY HE WORKS IN A WAREHOUSE. ALL NIGHT HE DRIVES UBER. HE HASN’T SLEPT IN DAYS.
Raul looking back over his shoulder
Raul and his wife lying together
A worker beside a days-without-incident sign
Vast fulfilment centre aisles
Raul and his son in the park at sunset
ONE NIGHT HE COMES HOME TO FIND THAT HIS FAMILY ARE MISSING. THE PHONE RINGS. A VOICE TELLS HIM THEY’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED. TO FIND THEM HE MUST FOLLOW THE CLUES. ONE CONDITION:
IF HE SLEEPS, THEY DIE.
A scratched photograph of his family
A crumpled note reading Two Magpies
A crumpled note reading Two Magpies
An emptied bedroom
A tower block at night, windows lit
A crumpled note reading Two Magpies
SO BEGINS RAUL’S NIGHTMARE SEARCHING FOR HIS FAMILY WHILE FIGHTING TO STAY AWAKE. AT FIRST, DISORIENTATING EXHAUSTION, DELIRIUM, DELUSION, MEMORY LOSS, HALLUCINATIONS. THE LONGER HE’S AWAKE THE DEEPER THE NIGHTMARE.
Blurred figures swimming past
A hand pressed to an exhausted face
A woman's face lit by passing lights
Raul, cut and bruised, on a city street at night
A phone screen showing a countdown
WHO HAS TAKEN HIS FAMILY? AND WHY? TO FIND OUT, RAUL MUST FACE SECRETS FROM A FORMER LIFE. RETURNING TO A DARK & VIOLENT UNDERWORLD HE THOUGHT HE HAD ESCAPED. OLD SCORES MUST BE SETTLED. DEMONS CONFRONTED.
A diner's OPEN neon sign at night
A bloodied hand against a cracked mirror
A bloodied man crying out
A grim discovery
A face distorted through a glass lens
CAN HE SAVE THEM BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE?
Raul holding his son close in a doorway
The London skyline at dawn

WRITER'S STATEMENT

This idea started when I met a man who worked in a fulfilment centre run by AI algorithms. He had been a police detective in Eastern Europe, from generations of police, but, like so many people, he moved his family to the UK for a better life. On arrival, he took the best job he could find, and found himself being rated and paid by the minute, suffocated by constant camera monitoring in a system that enabled financial punishments for circumstances beyond his control. His regret today is palpable. A 2025 report by the TUC called it ‘automating exploitation’ using ‘black box algorithms’ that create ‘precarity, stress, and misery’. A worker interviewed for the same report put it more simply: “It’s a nightmare”. The man I spoke to worked every hour he could - never sleeping, but still not earning enough to look after his family.

The kidnapper’s golden rule - if Raul sleeps, his family don’t survive - is the gig economy's own logic, spoken out loud.

This cruel reality came to life further when I read a fact that stayed with me: the best documented case of someone staying awake is eleven days, and the decline is horribly dramatic. Exhaustion, then delirium, hallucinations, seizures, and finally, potential death. It struck me that sleep deprivation can make your own body into your cruellest antagonist, the way it did in HUNGER. And as a sleep-deprived new dad myself, it took me straight back to that conversation with the man working in a fulfilment centre: submit to impossible conditions, or your family can't survive. It sounds like a cruel game. It's everyday reality for millions.

So, this is the systemic anger of SORRY WE MISSED YOU smuggled inside a genre engine. It’s what SEVERANCE did to the office, or WHIPLASH did to a rehearsal room, applied to the gig economy. Executed with the pace of UNCUT GEMS and GOOD TIME, with a primal want at its core. Escalating real-time demands, shrinking margins for error, with one man, his body and mind coming apart in the centre.

Thrilling and twisty on the surface. Underneath, great characters, emotion and relationships wrestling with the question so many of us do: how do you provide for your family when you're up against everything modern life throws at you?

A rack of monitoring cameras
A worker walking a fulfilment centre aisle
A man plunging his head into cold water
Raul carrying his son on his shoulders through traffic

CAST

RAUL TAVARES (born Pedro Silva Costa)

A dad, and a fulfilment centre worker with a hidden previous life. Back home he was a São Paulo narcotics officer who went undercover inside the world of a cartel boss known only as The Priest. To break out of his undercover role he engineered a raid designed to expose the Priest and have her put away. But when the raid went wrong, Raul's true identity was revealed and worst of all, The Priest's five-year-old son, Lorenzo, was killed in crossfire.

He escaped to London and created a fake identity for himself. Hiding in the anonymity of gig economy work, he's spent the past five years pretending the past can't follow you. To make things worse he's never told his wife, Demetria, about any of his history.

His story starts when his family is kidnapped by The Priest. The test for Raul isn't just whether he can save his family. It's whether he can face up to what happened the night Lorenzo died. Because the man who engineered that raid and the man he pretends to be now are two different people he swore would never meet.

The Priest's eye in close-up

THE PRIEST

A cartel boss. A mother. The mysterious antagonist at the heart of this story. Ever since her son was shot dead, she hasn't slept. And she wants Raul to feel the same. What follows is a meticulously planned, torturous game to punish Raul in the language of his working life: countdown clocks, inactivity warnings, performance targets. But the game isn't only punishment. Every trial is built to push Raul toward the one thing she wants: the truth, said out loud. She is not a monster, she believes this is justice. And since both Raul and The Priest blame each other for Lorenzo's death, the moral ground stays contested to the end.

Demetria and Theo lying together

DEMETRIA TAVARES

Greek, sharp, holding a family together on a Travelodge wage. She is the most capable person in Raul's life. Kidnapped with her son, she doesn't fall apart. Like Ma in ROOM she is far smarter than her captors and will prove her resourcefulness hour after hour. Demetria has always been someone who keeps the peace, swallows the question forming in her throat. She has built a marriage, a home, a whole self on that silence. Her arc is the slow, terrifying decision to finally ask for the answers that might cost her everything.

THEO TAVARES

Raul & Demetria’s son Theo is smart, charismatic, a deep thinker. At five, he is at that magical time in his life where he is full of questions, ideas and opinions. Possibly the worst age to be held in captivity. Theo wants his dad around, and interprets his absence as a lack of care from his dad. But his arc is about learning, as much as a five year-old can, that his dad shows love in many different ways.

DI Faulkner working late at her desk

DI DEBORAH FAULKNER

Two years ago, Faulkner was part of a small covert unit building a long-term case on The Priest's network when her DS, Paul Phillips, was killed. Faulkner blames herself because she froze in fear when she could have saved him. And because the operation was covert, there was no coroner, no public inquiry. She got a debrief in a room, a closed file, and a cover-up story on Paul's death certificate. She was moved sideways, not demoted, into human trafficking investigations and nobody ever mentioned it again.

Raul's case connects to those same criminals and puts the old choice back in front of her: freeze, or act, knowing her bosses may bury it all again. She chooses to act: working secretly, against her own police force for Raul. And at the end, facing the same choice she failed with her DS, she doesn't freeze. But the price is more than she could have imagined.

Anjelica, Raul's mother, in her care home

ANJELICA

Raul's mother, in care in São Paulo, her memory going. On the phone through the night, she keeps him awake and keeps him company; funny, sharp, wise in flashes, then, the next moment she talks about her late husband fondly, forgetting that he's dead. She lives the question the show keeps asking: if you could forget your past, would that free you or erase you? Raul is running from his; she's losing hers. By the end of the series Raul learns what she already shows him: a life without its past isn't freedom. It's death.

Casey in the back of a car

CASEY

Twenty-eight, coiled spring, working at an arcade at 3am. She took an anonymous shady gig for money she badly needed, and only understood what she'd walked into once Raul was standing in front of her. She's his mirror: both owned, both performing for someone who treats them as tasks. But the job can't kill the person in her completely. Guilt turns her, and she helps Raul when she isn't supposed to, but she pays the price. In this world, the moment you act like a person instead of a function is the moment you become disposable.

Imran, bloodied, at the parcel line

IMRAN

Friendly, smart, mates with everyone, but his genial nature is a front. Imran befriends Raul at the parcel line because that's the errand: a rival cartel to The Priest's, chasing rumours of footage that could destroy her, has sent him to raid Raul's locker. Imran doesn't know that it's footage, or who's behind it, only that failing means punishment. Alone, penknife out, hands shaking, this isn't a predator. It's a frightened man doing someone else's dirty work.

A lone figure on a rooftop above the city skyline at dusk

HERE COMES THE NIGHT