The suits are sharper. The games bloodier. And the enemies come dressed in family crests.
After a bombastic first season that reinvented the crime caper for the streaming age, The Gentlemen: Season 2 (2025) sharpens its wit, raises its stakes, and proves once again that the real game isn't about power—it's about presentation. Returning to the opulent filth and meticulously tailored chaos of Guy Ritchie’s underworld, Season 2 digs deeper into the empire beneath the estates, where loyalty is rare, betrayal is inevitable, and everyone has something to hide in their cufflinks.
We return to Halstead Manor, where Eddie Horniman, once a naïve aristocrat, now stands firmly in the shoes of a criminal kingpin—if those shoes are hand-stitched Italian leather, of course. Having embraced the dark arts of cannabis empires, blood-soaked bargains, and backroom brokering, Eddie now finds himself challenged not by the underworld… but by the elite.
Enter: The Four Families—a coalition of dynastic crime syndicates who don’t just run the UK’s black market, they practically wrote its bylaws. With old-school codes, terrifying efficiency, and traditions soaked in centuries of violence, they make Eddie’s ragtag army look like schoolboys in designer blazers.
Meanwhile, Susie Glass—ever sharp, ever lethal—is walking her own tightrope, caught between Eddie's ascent and her father’s ghosts. And just when Eddie thinks he’s mastered the game, a new player arrives: an ex-intelligence officer turned black-market myth-maker, whose history with the Hornimans may run deeper than any file in MI6.
Season 2 is more cinematic, more violent, and far more dangerous. From a high-society funeral turned shootout to a fox hunt that ends in a field of graves, the series blends upper-crust aesthetics with back-alley brutality. And, as always, it's laced with razor-cut dialogue and that unmistakable Ritchie rhythm—cocky, clever, and about two seconds from chaos.
This isn’t just crime. It’s couture crime. And Season 2 proves that in the world of The Gentlemen, the sharpest weapon isn’t a gun—it’s a well-timed smile.