
11:38 PM · Seaburn
The Lantern
Rain on the front, a queue at the chippy, and a borrowed Porsche at the kerb. It is about to have the worst night of its life.

presents
One borrowed Porsche. One black Range Rover. The whole of Wearside on their tail.
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presents

11:38 PM · Seaburn
Rain on the front, a queue at the chippy, and a borrowed Porsche at the kerb. It is about to have the worst night of its life.

Lights off
A black Range Rover by the pub, engine running, lights off. Then on.

Wearmouth Bridge
Traffic pulls left, the sirens stack up, and the Porsche does not slow down.

Roker Terrace
The helicopter finds them over the front. Nowhere on Wearside is dark now.

Roker
A bollard, a wing mirror, a cracked windscreen. Still going.
01 / The story
A borrowed Porsche, a black Range Rover that will not go away, and every traffic car on Wearside. Half past midnight, all the way down the sea front.

11:38 PM · Seaburn
Rain on the front, a queue at the chippy, and a borrowed Porsche at the kerb. It is about to have the worst night of its life.

Lights off
A black Range Rover by the pub, engine running, lights off. Then on.

Wearmouth Bridge
Traffic pulls left, the sirens stack up, and the Porsche does not slow down.

Roker Terrace
The helicopter finds them over the front. Nowhere on Wearside is dark now.

Roker
A bollard, a wing mirror, a cracked windscreen. Still going.
02 / The crew
Nobody in this car is a hard man. That is the problem.

At the wheel
Delivers prestige cars for a hire firm. Tonight’s is not his.

Passenger
Funny, reckless, loyal. The reason they are running.

In the Range Rover
Owns The Lantern. Never raises his voice. Never far behind.
Senior officer
Respected, decorated, untouchable. On every side of this night except the right one.
03 / The rides
Real cars, real roads, fictional trouble. Pick one.

The getaway
Slate grey, a customer’s, borrowed for one delivery. Rear-engined on a soaked sea front at midnight, and every scrape is Kieran’s problem.

The money
Black on black, lights off until it moves. It is always behind them.

The law
Battenburg livery, blue lights, a fictional force with no crest. They will not let go.

The eye in the sky
A searchlight and a thermal camera. Once it finds you, the sea front is a stage.
04 / The map
Every stop is a real Sunderland street, mapped from OpenStreetMap. The story is fiction. The roads are not.
Map data © OpenStreetMap contributors
05 / Gallery
Stills from the trailer. Wearside, after dark.








The trailer · 36 seconds
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