What. The. Hell.

So, during episode 2 of Pennyworth we learn that Pennyworth's Britain is REALLY different from the 1960s Britain we all know and love.  This Britain televises mass criminal hangings that include single axe stroke eviscerations.  Televised, uber-violent and gory executions.  Okay, that's different.

We also learn that some of the East End's less savory crime lords not only dabble in the innards of their victims, they further have Bloefeld-esque drop away floor traps in their offices.  More in line with what I expected from this show than the televised executions and people hanging in cages along the streets.  And then at the beginning of episode 3 there's this:

What. The. Actual. Fuck?

This is one of the people walking around in a very posh gentlemen's club where Pennyworth meets his girlfriend's father.  Look closely.  That's an adult in a teddy bear outfit.  Now Esme's dear old dad is apparently British nobility and it's a sort of open secret in both Pennyworth's Britain and ours that the upper crust of British society is a bit...novel.  Furries as servants...or...whatever... is a bit more novel than I would have guessed.

This show gets weirder by the episode. I originally pegged this show as British crime movie meets Bond.  Now I see that it's that but by way of Twin Peaks.  At this point I'm torn between developing a deep and abiding love and running screaming for my life.  It's a knife edge kind of moment...