Welcome back to London, where the skyline is painted with bullets, betrayal is the currency of choice, and the only thing thicker than blood is… well, the trail of it left behind. Season 3 kicks off with the city on the brink of war as the fallout from previous seasons finally explodes into an all-out gangland apocalypse. The Wallaces, the Albanians, and a new player in town battle for supremacy, while an intricate assassin lurks in the shadows, pulling strings and slicing throats. It’s a season where no one is safe, and even the thickest plot armor starts to show cracks.
Sope Dirisu continues to cement Elliot as London’s deadliest Afro action man. If John Wick had a British cousin, it’d be Elliot, and he’d still be the cooler one. The combat choreography? Absolutely top-tier. Every punch, kick, and gunshot feels bone-crushingly real. Meanwhile, Billy Wallace, the once fragile mess of a man, has transformed into a one-handed menace, proving that trauma builds character… and a high body count.
Then there’s Marion Wallace, aka Madam Stark, who has fully embraced her villain era. This season, she speaks less and kills more, operating on pure “I’ve had enough of this” energy. New faces like Luam and Cornelius add fresh chaos to the mix, ensuring that the blood-soaked torch is passed on to worthy successors.
If Season 3 proves anything, it’s that Gangs of London has leveled up in every department. The cinematography is crisp, the CGI (especially in the most gruesome moments) is seamless, and the action sequences are pure art—if your idea of art involves blunt force trauma and a lot of arterial spray.
And speaking of brutality, let’s talk about THAT pool table scene. It’s not just a kill; it’s an endurance test. It’s torture after torture, until you start questioning your own morality for watching it. The showrunners were clearly on a mission to make you wince.
The soundtrack continues to amplify the tension, switching from eerie stillness to pounding beats that make every gunfight and betrayal hit harder. And let’s not forget Episode 5, which gives us one of the best-shot sequences in the entire series—a tense, pulse-pounding scene involving a mother, her baby, and a transition from action to body horror in seconds. It’s a Rambo/Lara Croft moment for the ages.
Since Season 1, Gangs of London has been building toward an all-out war, and Season 3 finally delivers. The Albanians and Wallaces clash in a way that feels epic yet personal, with betrayals and backstabs woven into every move. Throw in a political angle—because what’s gang warfare without a scandal?—and the stakes get even higher.
A tainted drug supply triggers a domino effect of revenge plots and power struggles, leading to some of the most intense scenes yet. And let’s not forget the big deaths. Oh yes, major players fall this season, and when they do, you’ll be left staring at the screen asking, Where do we go from here?
The best character arc? Billy Wallace. From cowering wreck to stone-cold gangster, his transformation is one of the season’s most satisfying. Meanwhile, a new Wallace enters the fray, and while they have big shoes to fill, they bring a fresh dynamic to the family’s crumbling empire.
And then there’s the twist—a game-changing moment that ties all the way back to Season 1. Just when you think you know where things are headed, Gangs of London pulls the rug out from under you in the best (and bloodiest) way possible.
Season 3 isn’t just the best season yet—it’s the payoff we’ve been waiting for. It’s bold, brutal, and beautifully shot, with storytelling that balances character depth with action-packed carnage. If you thought Gangs of London had reached its peak, think again. This season cements it as one of the greatest crime dramas on TV.
