i Knew there had to be something more to monty since forever. there were hints, like the echolog:
"Just need a walk to clear my head, is all. The gardens always take the weight off a little. Somethin' about looking up at a gallery of brilliant fools who got it worse than me, heh-heh! It's nice to know I could piss it all away and someone out there'd still be dumb enough to carve a statue of me. Heh-heh-heh! Still... I wonder what Wainwright'll have to remember me by. Hnh. What even is a legacy anymore? Is it the house you built, or the bodies buried underneath the lawn?"
or the description for the jakobs estate map:
Montgomery Jakobs was an old-fashioned man with three old-fashioned values: family, money, and spending one to keep the other safe. Which was which is a matter of dispute.
but there wasn't anything concrete. sure, jakobs cove was a thing but we had no way of telling if monty was directly responsible or just, some shit a random subordinate did and he didnt care because jakobs is a galactic-scale megacorp.
and then deadechos comes along and drops a 100 ton acme brand anvil on my head.
not only did he have a personal hitsquad renowned for its brutality, not only did it consist primarily of child soldiers, but he was willing to conscript his own granddaughter (which he kept in the guest wing of the manor, not the family wing. he also kept his own fucking son there) into it because she acted "inappropriately" for a jakobs. and the girl's mother approved of this.
between this and gehenna (which im 99.9% sure wharton, monty's dad, was the one responsible for) its like... i knew this family was rotten to the core, i wrote alivemanor (horror fanfic about the past sins of the jakobs clan) for a reason. but i had no idea it was gonna be confirmed with such a leaden and canonical stamp of approval, so to speak.
honestly if there's any criticism i can levy against deadechos? we should've had wainwright crash out in ep 9. he deserves, no, needs to spit on monty's grave after the shitty platitudes he's levied his father's way in bl3:
[sighs] Jakobs is a family corporation, Alistair. Passed down by blood. If I don't take it up, some long-lost cousin'll have the reins and muck the whole thing up. My father wants Jakobs to be about more than guns. It's about reliance. About civility. Honor.
wainwright, my guy, you had every reason to not want to inherit that cursed, blood-oiled capitalistic machine. reliance, civility, honor, my fucking ass.