Pennyworth

Send Lord Harwood to...

the barbers.

Now, keep him alive...

but break him.

You've met a fellow Christian.

Come along with me.

John Ripper...

runs the East End.

You don't know what he does to people

who disrespect him.

Working for a gang of violent,

subversive fanatics isn't rash?

What fanatics are these?

You work for Martha Kane,

who works for Thomas Wayne

who works for the No-Name League.

Stop working against

your Queen.

Or you'll all hang.

You were sent here

to find and assassinate the leader of the Raven Society.

I'm the new leader

that you came here to kill.

We were told to find out your name.

But you killed Mrs. Darkness.

That was an accident.

Everything's funny to you.

I had a mate called Spanish.

He used to say, "Life's either a comedy or a tragedy

and you have to choose one or the other."

I prefer having a laugh.

I better be going.

Ez. Ez!

No.

I confess it took me a long while

to get me nerve up, but... I did.

And then it were too late.

I saw 'em, Peg.

The perpetrators.

I could have stopped them if I'd known.

Very tragic.

If true.

Peg, I swear on Mum's grave.

It weren't me.

A man and a woman, they had a key.

Any road, you stick to that.

I don't want to hear a different story tomorrow.

Why would I hurt her?

I loved her.

Where have I heard that before?

Wow. This is sad, huh?

Do the police have a suspect?

No.

Burglary gone wrong.

They say.

On the bright side...

your identification of Mrs. Gaunt is a huge coup.

The leadership are very happy.

They send their love and gratitude.

Oh.

Is something wrong? Wrong?

We're at a funeral.

Funerals are sad.

You seem angry.

He didn't want to leave Esme alone.

But I persuaded him.

Yes?

This is on me.

This is my fault.

How on earth is this your fault? That's absurd.

You're right.

Um...

I'm just being emotional, I'm...

I'm just upset, that's all.

Well, believe me, I get it.

I'm...

I feel sad, too. I have to go.

Need a ride?

Uh, no thanks.

Well, I'll be in touch.

Poor lad.

Broken.

She were too good for him; he wouldn't have made her happy.

You don't know that.

She had class.

He doesn't, does he?

You can't teach class, can you?

Wait. What now?

Bloody hell.

Is it you?

Who...?

It is you, isn't it?

Lord Harwood.

Remember me?

Miss Sykes.

I were in security section.

Sykes.

Oh, God.

What have they done to you?

Don't get too close, darling. He bites.

Is it you that put this collar on him?

Safety of the public, Miss. Sad case.

You can't treat a human being like this.

You from the council?

No. Just me.

Fuck off, then.

Or suck my cock.

You tell 'er, Jack.

Either.

Sorry.

No bother.

Well, man. Good telling her, mate.

Come along now, Your Lordship. You're safe.

You're with friends.

What's going on? Who's this?

I know him.

He's me old boss. Oh, aye?

That must have been a good job.

He's coming with us. He's bloody not, you know.

Look at the state of him.

He's filthy.

Fine, I'll stay here, then.

I'm not going without him.

He needs help.

Oh, you're a bloody nutter, you are.

Come on, then.

Refill... top it up. All right.

Thank you. Thank you.

To Esme.

To Esme.

Thanks for coming, lads.

So, um, how are you

since you've been back?

Not bad.

Yeah, good.

Here's what I don't understand, Alfie.

What's that, Spanish?

If my bird got done...

I'd be out looking for the bloke that done her.

Why are you sat in bed?

I don't need to look for the bloke.

I know who done Esme and I know where he is.

Well, then, go and cut the evil bastard's throat.

You'll feel better.

I'm thinking about it.

Fuck thinking, mate.

Do it.

Who is he?

It was me, Spanish. I killed her.

Get out.

It was me.

Well...

I'm sure you had your reasons.

I was with another woman.

Well, there you go.

A man can't turn down a fresh plunge, now, can he?

It's not your fault.

You're not helping, Spanish.

Fuck off.

Easy for you to say.

I've got nowhere to go.

I know you can hear me.

He looks like a human now.

Almost.

Are you ready for your dinner now, pet?

Yes, please.

Wh-Who are you?

We told you.

That's Peg...

I'm Bet... Bet.

...and they're the Spicers.

Hello. Hello.

I used to work for you.

Really? Mm-hmm.

You're Lord Harwood.

Lord James Harwood.

H-Harwood.

I don't think so.

He's a bad man.

He's a very bad man.

Never mind, it'll come to you.

I'm not Harwood! PEG: All right,

pet, all right, don't fret.

You're not Harwood, then.

We'll call you... Ginger.

Bless us, O Lord,

and these Thy gifts, which we are to receive

from Thy bounty through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen.Amen. Amen.

Yeah, that's good.

They'll know whose turf this is.

Hey! What you think you're doing?

Hey! No-Name League?

What the fuck is this?

Raven Society!

Raven Society!

Ah!

Oy!

Oy! What are you doing?

What do you think you're doing?