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Unlock These Untold MobLand Spin-Off Secrets That Could Change Everything—Are You Ready to Dive In?

If you think “going big or going home” is just a catchy saying, then MobLand is here to school you — in gangland style, no less. Imagine the swagger of a Guy Ritchie flick, but dialed up to eleven, sitting at the very tip of the gangster iceberg and gleaming like an undiscovered gem ready to snag awards left and right. With Season 3 already creeping its way into production and the current season racing toward a finale that feels like it’ll take Homeric patience to endure, why not indulge yourself with some spin-offs? The kind you never knew you desperately needed, but won’t be able to live without. Ready to dive deep into the gritty origins, explosive betrayals, and twisted love stories? Let’s roll. LEARN MORE

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If ever there were a case for “if something’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing,” it’s MobLand. I don’t know who first said it—someone impersonating Guy Ritchie, probably.

Of all Ritchie’s gangland offspring, MobLand sits at the very tip—the tip of the iceberg, tip of the tongue, anonymous tip. It has already been tipped for awards this season.

Season 3 is understood to be in production, due sometime in late 2027. But as the second outing hurtles towards its finale this month, the wait looks positively Homeric. So, in the spirit of overdoing, here are a few spin-offs nobody asked for but richly deserve.

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When Harry Met Kevin: The Newgate Years

Newgate, the early 2000s. Kevin is a broken young man after an assault by a mean prison guard called Rusby (remember him? Kevin kills him in revenge in MobLand season 1), and he is one bad night from hanging himself with a bedsheet. His cellmate Harry, a quiet new arrival with a thousand-yard stare, talks him down. Then he does something tougher and kinder: he decides Kevin is going to live, whether Kevin likes it or not.

What follows is a double act forged in a concrete box. Harry fights, bargains and bluffs his way up the wing’s pecking order, while Kevin learns to be a person again, ultimately becoming his gobby, hapless sidekick. Between the long, dark stretches in their cell come the scams, the contraband and the beatings. A snooker table in the rec room becomes a secret casino; a rival lag turns out to be a secret snitch; a posh fraudster inmate teaches Harry to talk like an Etonian. Kevin finds his voice as a late-night prison-radio DJ.

Slowly, we watch Harry being hammered into the man that Conrad will later admire. By the final episode, he’s out, and ready to join the Paras.

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Frankie Goes to KillyWood

I’ve made it no secret that Frankie Cooper is my favorite TV villain of 2026. But I’ll only accept a spin-off if Johnny Flynn stays in the role. So…

South London, the 1990s. Young Frankie Cooper is a gofer at a scrapyard, a well-manicured apprentice crook with an unfashionable hunger: he wants to know things. He enrolls in night classes, haunts the mobile library, and devours encyclopedias. Every lesson becomes a weapon. A lecture on Napoleon teaches him tactics. A documentary on parasites teaches him patience. Sun Tzu teaches him war.

Meanwhile he assembles his crew from the yard’s misfits: a weeping mechanic, a seven-foot pigeon fancier and a man who speaks solely in historical metaphors. Each week Frankie cons a bigger fish, charming the mark and leaving a trail of crushed-car cubes dripping blood. Beneath the bonhomie, we watch a very amiable monster being assembled, limb by limb, lesson by lesson, murder by murder.

Between all this, there’s a love story—he meets the woman who will become Michael’s mother. She’s a nail technician from the posh part of Sydenham. She teaches him cuticle care, foot hygiene. Then she’s killed by a stray bullet in a shootout, leaving Frankie with a newborn son and a thirst for vengeance.

By the finale, the scrap yard is an empire. Then comes the one subject he can’t revise for: single fatherhood.

Kat’s Cradle

Ten years after MobLand, the Harrigans are all dead. Kat MacAllister won the war, salted the earth, and walked into the White House as president of the United States. But she never forgot that Harry turned her down. He survived the war, and lives off-grid on a remote Scottish isle, tending sheep and reading Plato. Once a month, he gets a postcard from Gina who is studying a master’s degree in Comparative Criminal Justice at The Hague.

One day, Harry receives a strange postcard from Gina, asking him to come. But something isn’t right. She signs off with “Your hugglepuff, Georgina.” He’s never called her Hugglepuff, and she always hated the name Georgina.

It’s a trap, and Harry knows it. Still, he dusts down his old leather coat and gets a ferry to the mainland. What follows is a race around Europe, from the Hebrides to Belgium to Washington DC, on one last job to save the only person he ever truly loved. On the journey he discovers that Gina’s criminology thesis accidentally unearthed a paper trail linking Kat’s old MobLand war chest to the untraceable offshore funds that financed her presidential campaign.

Kat sees an opportunity. If she baits Harry out of the woodwork, she can frame him for a rogue, violent operation in Europe, eliminating both the evidence (Gina) and the last loose end from her past (Harry) in one clean stroke.

The hound is out of retirement. And, this time, it’s presidential.

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Maeve the Brave

This one charts Maeve’s humble beginnings in the wild west of Ireland. It follows her early years picking the pockets of drunk farmers at the Galway Races. At a dance, an amorous young man drags Maeve into a bush. What he hasn’t considered is the razor blade she keeps in her petticoat. She cuts off his testicles.

She’s the youngest and smallest–and by far the smartest—of a clan of bare-knuckle boxer brothers who never think to ask her to a fight.

So she watches and learns. She learns what men do when they think no one is watching, and what they’ll pay to keep it quiet. Her first scheme is small and sly. Her tenth ends with a bookie in a bog and the Irish mob on her tail.

She heads to London where she meets a young pickpocket with a bad mustache and a worse temper, and she sees the perfect partner. His name is Conrad Harrigan. Together they murder every last gangster with a grudge (and there are many).

It’s a love story, of a kind. Two outlaws, one getaway car, and a trail of widows in their rearview mirror.