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Tom Pelphrey is an American actor. Tom was born and raised in New Jersey. He grew up in the town of Howell and attended the Fine and Performing Arts Center at Howell High school. He received a BFA in Acting from Mason Gross School of the Arts at Rutgers University where he also had the opportunity to study Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre in London, England. Tom's first professional job was on the long running CBS daytime show, Guiding Light. In two and a half years on the show he was nominated for four consecutive Daytime Emmy Awards; he won twice. (2006, 2008) Since then he has worked in theater, television, and independent film. His first lead role in a film was playing the crystal meth addict David in Junction alongside Michael O'Keefe, David Zayas and Anthony Rapp. That led to lead roles in other features including the romantic comedy, Excuse Me for Living, where he worked with Jerry Stiller, Christopher Lloyd, Dick Cavett, and Robert Vaughn. He eventually became a series regular on the hit Cinemax show "Banshee" playing ex neo-nazi Kurt Bunker. Tom is a founding member and the current Artistic Director of the Apothecary Theatre Company; a NYC based not-for-profit that develops and produces world premieres of new plays by up and coming playwrights. He made his Broadway debut in 2012 as Judy Garland's last husband, Mickey Deans, in the critically acclaimed "End of the Rainbow", directed by Tony Award winner Terry Johnson.
Tom Pelphrey
Black Mask
for Black Mask in Black Mask: Warzone (Horror Movie)
Suggested by nihilus
Gotham is a city ruled by gangs, thugs, and monsters. The GCPD is no different. We begin with snuff-like found footage from Gotham's last officers: body-cams shaking through blood-slick alleys, dash-cams staring into empty, watchful streets, interrogation rooms buzzing under dying lights. Cops casually admit to planting evidence, torturing suspects, disappearing witnesses, or collaborating with criminals. Some brag. Some tremble. Every glitch carries a crawling dread. The “good” cops are long gone; these recordings feel like the last breaths of a doomed breed. From that rot, Black Mask unleashes a full-scale purge as Arkham’s escaped monsters tear through the city. Precincts fall quickly—power cut, halls rigged, ex-inmates stalking corridors. Officers, corrupt or conflicted, are slaughtered with cold precision. The nightmare peaks at GCPD Headquarters, now a suffocating maze of smoke, broken lights, and False Face soldiers chanting through warped voice modulators. Rooms collapse into ambushes, radios die mid-plea, and panic seals every exit. By dawn, the entire police force has been wiped out. Patrol cars sit abandoned like cracked shells. Sirens never rise again. In the new silence, Black Mask’s terror-forged order claims Gotham.
