About “Red Eye” in a few words:

Red Eye is a British crime thriller that drops you into a pulse-racing situation aboard an overnight flight from London to Beijing. What starts as a routine escort of a murder suspect quickly spirals into something much deeper—murders, conspiracies, and tangled loyalties that blur the line between law and chaos. From clever detective work to high-stakes political moves, this show keeps you guessing every step of the way.

Meet the characters from Red Eye

DC Hana Li

Hana is the kind of detective who notices the tiny, stupid details everyone else walks right past — a shoe scuff, a lipstick stain on a napkin, the way someone’s hands move when they lie. She’s razor-bright and low-key intimidating but also the person who will bring you soup at 2 a.m. and then lecture you about timelines like it’s a hobby (which, honestly, it kind of is). Organized-chaos vibes: color-coded case files in a bag that somehow always explodes glitter when opened — not that she would admit the glitter thing. Also, she hums bad pop songs under her breath when she’s thinking, which is adorable and wildly un-DC-like.

Ruth Banks

Ruth feels like a brick wall and a warm blanket at the same time — solid, stubborn, and fiercely protective, but with this small, quiet humor that sneaks up on you. She’s the practical center of any storm, the person making plans, backups to the backups, lists on lists (and then losing one of the lists under the cat, because of course). She has this tiny habit of correcting people’s grammar mid-argument which is infuriating and somehow very Ruth; also she always carries an emergency teabag, even though she forgets to drink it half the time. There’s a softness under the steel — she’ll tell you to stop whining and then hand you a tissue, like she’s sorry and not sorry, all at once.

Madeline Delaney

Madeline is deliciously theatrical — part socialite, part chessmaster, and entirely persuasive in that calm, elegant way that makes you think you agreed before you knew it. She loves the spotlight but also spends paranoid hours planning how to avoid it the next day (contradictions = spice), and her laugh is a little too perfect, like it’s been practiced in a mirror. Oh, and she has a ridiculous collection of vintage pens she insists are “essential tools of diplomacy,” which is both true and hilariously specific. Underneath the silk and strategy she’s quietly hungry for something real, and when that shows, you actually see the human, not the performance.

Megan Campbell

Megan is a jittery, brilliant spark — the kind of person who can hack a system with one hand and make dad jokes with the other while drinking cold coffee she swore she’d never drink again. She’s messy (like, sticky-note-everywhere messy), speaks in rapid-fire one-liners, and then will surprise you by steadiness when it counts — she freezes mid-sarcasm and suddenly becomes laser-focused. She keeps a cactus named “Regret” because she’s terrible at plants but refuses to admit defeat, and text messages are her Achilles’ heel (she will avoid a phone call like it’s an active volcano). There’s a softness beneath the sarcasm, though, and she cares about people with more ferocity than she lets on.