You won’t be selling your produce in Banshee anymore.
You won’t be selling your produce… anywhere.
One of the most gratifying scenes ever, imo. Proctor’s a thug, no doubt, but this action was totally justified. The Amish community didn’t give a fuck about Rebecca, or Kai for that matter, and shunned them both out of self-righteous bullshit, so they really have no claim to either one of them.
What’s especially rich is how holier-than-thou they always were toward Kai and his questionable business dealings, how even when he was willing to help them, they literally turned their backs on him, refused to speak to him or acknowledge his existence, and only now that they need to save face and act like they actually gave a fuck about Rebecca are they willing to accept his shady back room deals to get him to release Rebecca’s body from the coroner. “You can fix this,” really, assholes? So his intimidation tactics and bribes are actually acceptable when it’s convenient for you? Go fuck yourselves.
They got everything they deserved. Sanctimonious asswipes.
Also: Clay Burton is a fucking boss. Slay, you glorious bastard. I like how he just….tossed the chainsaw on the side of the road, as if those things are disposable and don’t cost a lot of money