All language subtitles for Strathblair s02e07

Now, how did you get in here, eh? I
wasn't doing any harm.

I never said you were.

Well, you should have asked permission.
People shoot up here. You could get

hurt. My tutor arranged it. We made your
minutes.

Aye. Well, your tutor should have
arranged it with me.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Look, you don't have to...

Look, just

ask the next time, all right?

Come on, fly.

That's the last one, Miss Rose.

I don't think so.

That's you I haven't ticked off my list
yet.

That's right. I haven't seen mine yet.

Number six and number 13 are missing. Go
on, go back in the house, see if you

can find them.

Strathmore Estate.

I see. Well, try to give me as much
notice as possible, will you?

Thanks very much.

Bye.

What's up?

The water's about to be cut off again.
Look at the council.

Really? Look, I'm just off the show.

The sponsors will be arriving sometime
this morning, and I need to be on hand

meet them, so I can't stop.

Could you pick up Max?

Hardly, if I'm to look after the grouse
shoot. Oh, God, I forgot the shoot. And

Walter Barker's threatening to put in an
appearance, too.

Right. Right, I'll pick up. Look, I'll
get away just as soon as I can.

Okay.

Well, at last.

What kept you?

I was waiting for the rain to go.

Well?

I don't know why you're bothered.

Not very impressive, is it?

What's so special about that?

What?

Do you not know what this is, eh?

Do you?

Aye, it's a plough.

Let me tell you what we have got here,
young man.

This is an Oliver plough, and in fine
working order.

So what's so special about an Oliver
plough?

It's our prizes, you know that's what.

Without it, the rest of this stuff just
wouldn't be worth showing.

You're not kidding, are you?

Oh, don't you mind him, Balbooy.

Now he's at the school, he thinks he
knows all the answers.

Maybe.

Hello. Hello.

Good morning.

It was just... Hello.

Is this your husband?

Aye.

Well, he said I had to ask permission.

Who's he? The farmer.

He said I had to ask permission if I
wanted to sketch here.

Oh, you're the phantom sketcher.

What?

Oh, yes.

Well, the thing is, I've done it. A
painting of the house for the

How lovely.

And you're going to show it? Yes.

Will that be all right?

Oh, of course it'll be all right.

I'm just going down to see him now, if
you felt like coming.

I'm... I'm... I'm getting...

Study with that. That's the 100 guineas
worth.

Wishful thinking.

Why not? Someone has to win.

All set?

That's a lot.

Right, let's get going.

I've got to check on all the type.

Oh, that's a bit of a move on then.

Thank you.

Just follow me, all right?

This is Wendy.

This is my husband, Danny.

I think you've already met.

Yes, we have.

I'm sorry if I was a wee bit short the
other day. That's all right.

Wendy's done a picture of Carrie Big.

Oh, has she?

And she's from Dundee. You know what to
say. What part?

Step row.

That's funny.

I used to work in Sid Law's duke mill
years ago. Had a friend that lived in

row. Don't know if he's still there.

Fulton's his name. David Fulton. Do you
know him? He's my dad.

This is all good stuff.

But there isn't much of a show, is
there?

There's enough.

I think so.

We'll need to put labels and everything
so that folk know what they're seeing.

And my head here, there, Balboa.

My granny's spinning wheel.

And her cheese press.

And cute, my grandad made her a whiskey
barrel.

A whiskey barrel?

How folk used to get their furniture in
the old days.

Oh, here. Do you mind on this, Balboa?

All right.

Very well.

Yeah? It's a branding iron.

Cam Ban.

Used to mark the sheep. I've not seen
one of those in 40 years.

Well, there's just one thing I'm not
sure about.

Do you know anything about this Balboa?

No.

I've no idea, except that it's very old.

I don't know.

Maybe we should just give this a myth,
eh?

What?

Just what, a myth?

Well, the whole thing. It's not really
what I had in mind, you see. Well,

Sean... with it?

Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.

It's just that people are not going to
understand.

I mean, they're just going to laugh at
this.

The fact is, we've not got enough stuff
to show.

I think, all things considered, we'd
better forget it for now.

Forget it?

You forget it?

I didn't burst along dragging this stuff
up here to answer to your whims.

That's your idea.

And you're going to see it right to the
end.

Right, Robert?

It's too late to start backing out now.

Well, come on, let's get the rest of the
stuff loaded.

I have no senior father since... 39.

He'd be just a wee lassie then.

He'd be nine.

And how's he doing? Still working in the
mill?

No. He had to give up his work earlier
this year.

Oh, his chest, you know.

It's too bad.

If I know Davey, he'll know to take
kindly to being a kettle boiler.

A kettle boiler?

Unemployed man.

Oh, he's not unemployed.

He's sick.

Comes to the same thing, though, doesn't
it?

Things will be a bit tough at home now,
eh?

We manage.

What about yourself?

You fixed up for a job?

No, I want to carry on with my painting.

Aye, aye, sure, but you've got to earn a
living, haven't you? Make some money.

Artists can make money.

Only when they're dead.

Well, I'll have to get myself started,
of course.

Establish myself.

Like if you win this competition?

That's right, the Strathblare Award.

How would that help?

A hundred guineas would help.

That's 105 quid.

It takes me months to earn half that
amount.

It takes more than five minutes to do a
painting.

And you really think you've got a
chance?

Probably not.

I'm probably just wasting my time.

Don't you let him put you off.

You stick to what you want to do.

Right then.

Can we get this lock up before the rain
comes on?

Hey, stand still.

What do you think?

Interesting.

Well, it's my new business sign. I will
put it outside on the wall.

Right, I want to know what you think
about it. As a fellow artist, I will

respect and consider whatever you've got
to say.

Well, please, don't be polite. If you
think you don't like it, you say I don't

like it. I will be heartbroken, of
course. It's very you, Umberto.

Very me? Aye.

It says something about you, as a man
and as an artist.

You think so?

No doubt about it.

Come on, I think we should put it up.

What's going on here? What's going on
here, then?

Faraboy's from Perth, I think.

I'm not having this.

Hey, you people, what do you think
you're playing at? Aye, aye, Grandad,

can we do for you? Never mind the
Grandad. Just pack up and clear off.

you talking about?

This is our pitch.

You've no right to be here. What are you
selling, that old junk? That's no junk.

Look at that rubbish.

Forget it, Grandad.

We were here first.

Get your hands up, mate. I'll call the
police. It'll be us who have to come

the police come.

If anybody's going to call the police,
it'll be me. What's going on?

Just trying to make a living, pal.

What did you do to come around here? I
don't know.

It's not good enough for you, eh? Just
go!

We were here first, you old fool.

That's of no consequence.

I'm asking you to go.

Yeah? Then what are we doing?

Robert, are we in fetch, Sergeant
Currie?

Who the hell are you, anyway?

My name is Mingott.

I'm the organiser of this event.

Oh.

All right.

All right.

Back up, everybody. We'll have to move.

I'll mean you, Pete.

You do, though.

Sorry about that, Balbury.

I don't mean to be. Just a nuisance,
that's all.

You nearly got me bit on the nose. Oh,
I'm sorry, Andrew.

Because of people like that made me see
red.

So I saw. Look, I really must go and
pick up Max. Can I leave to carry on?

of course.

What have you got there?

A tree of knowledge?

I'm just helping Tansy to transport a
masterpiece.

Oh, I'll bet you are.

Come on, then.

Let's see it.

Maybe I should introduce you to my
friend.

This is Tansy Stewart, a very fine
artist.

This is Timmy Robertson. Right.

Mr. Crave, Mr. Barbuy.

Nice to meet you.

And Robert, his grandson.

Tansy. All right.

Can we have a look at it a second?

Sure, why not?

Very nice.

Robert, why don't you help Tansy take it
into the exhibition?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks very much.

Morning, gentlemen.

The stocks are a bit low, so we'll be
walking up that driveway.

Would you like to look on board now,
gentlemen?

Good morning, my dear.

Good morning.

No Andrew, but morning. Afraid not. He
has other business at hand.

Of course, the Stratflair Art Show.

I thought I might look in on it later
on. I didn't know you were an art lover,

Walter. I'm a politician, Flora. I'm an
election guy. Don't tell me you're

worried about losing your seat. Well,
hardly.

Well, it never hurts to show one's face.

Besides, I hear Max Crichton's doing the
judging.

Yes, that's right. Your old Max is such
a character. Wouldn't miss him for the

world. Now, if he was standing for
Parliament, I really would be worried

those in my seat.

Joking, of course. Of course.

You'll have to excuse me, Walter. I must
get a move on. Can I come along?

By all means. Jump in. Thanks.

Uncle John's have arranged over there.

All right.

It's really kind of you, Robert.

My pleasure.

You're not from round here, are you?

No, I was brought up in Clydebank.

Well, you haven't always lived with your
grandfather, then?

Well, I don't really live with him now,
just at the weekend.

Through the weekend at college.

Where's that?

I'm doing agriculture in Edinburgh.

I'm at the art school there.

Really?

Right. At Yindex?

Aye, in Fountainbridge.

I'm just up the road in Brunsfield.

Maybe we should get together sometime,
eh?

It's me.

Andrew! Mon dieu!

Mon brave!

Hello, Max!

Mon capitaine!

I'm so sorry I'm late. Say no more, old
fellow.

Lane British Railways. You know, that
train very nearly arrived on time.

You are over there.

Number 11.

It's very impressive.

Tell me, why are there no names against
some of the entries?

Oh, those are up to the award.

We thought in fairness, Max, just in
case you knew some of the students.

Ah, Drew, don't you trust me?

Of course I don't trust you.

No, no, no, it's not a question of
trust. Oh, say no more, say no more,

joking.

Unnamed entries are much the fairest
way.

Yes, this is all very exciting.

Lots of thrusting young talent here, is
it? Not half.

The past few weeks have been a
revelation, you know.

And this could be just the beginning.

Why, what are you hoping for?

An annual event?

Yes, if you say no word.

The Strathblair Festival of the Arts,
eh? Has a certain ring to it, hasn't it?

Yeah. I can't see Craig Logan Distillery
stumping up for that, though, can you?

Er, no.

Probably not.

But I met a chap recently who was on the
Scottish Committee of the Arts Council,

and he seemed remarkably keen.

What's this? Government subsidy for the
arts?

Sounds pretty utopian, doesn't it? But
why not?

The arts have a civilising effect on
society. Why shouldn't the government

contribute?

I don't know what's happened to you in
Thibby Street, Andrew. You're sounding

positively socialist.

I've never voted Labour in my life, but
things are changing, Max.

Maybe for good.

Just imagine.

Over the years, we could expand the
summer school, take in music,

film. Sky's the limit.

You've obviously been giving this a
great deal of thought, haven't you?

Hmm. Well, if there's anything I can do
to help, count me in.

Thanks, Max.

I'll remember that.

Right.

Let's see if you've unearthed any
budding Henry Moors, shall we?

I think it's great that you're doing
this.

Well, it's my grandfather's idea,
really.

He told me to start a boat museum here,
too.

Good idea.

Oh, well, we're just making a start,
aren't we?

Not much of a start, is that?

What do you think?

Well... What's this?

Oh, my granny used it as a doorstop,
but... We don't really know.

Excuse me.

For special occasions only.

This is Bonnie.

Where did you find it?

I made it myself.

It's beautiful.

Have you any more of these?

As it happens, I do.

If you can find them.

If you have a dozen or so, and there's
something else you ought to have. I

I saw it the other day. Mind you, it'll
take a bit of shifting.

Right.

Robert, you and me, away and collect the
crooks.

Go on.

Andrew seemed a bit sour the last time I
saw him.

A bit offhand.

Well, he has a lot on his mind.

And to be perfectly frank, he's not very
pleased with you at the moment, Walter.

Me? What have I done?

It's this hydro business.

River Rears can scheme.

Oh, there's no need to worry about that.

No? Well, it still has to get passed by
the electricity commissioners, of

course, but I don't foresee any problems
there.

Scheme's viable enough.

I dare say it'll go through on the lot.

Oh, no, but you don't understand,
Walter.

That's exactly what Andrew's worried
about.

Don't tell me he's opposed to the
scheme.

Well, think about it.

The river's part of the estate. It's
Mingy's land.

Well, surely that's why he should be
welcoming the scheme with open arms.

The estate must be an incredible burden.

This is his chance to get rid of a large
part of useless land.

Well, we don't see it that way, Walter.

And anyway, Sir James would never sell.

Oh, wait.

Dear Flora, now it's you who doesn't
understand.

Oh, really? Look here.

God knows I'm no socialist, but even
they see the sense of this.

Hydropower's the answer for the
highlands.

Schemes like this will create hundreds
of new jobs, bring people back to the

glens and struts, establish new
communities.

Change existing communities.

Yes, that too. It's the price we have to
pay.

But the point is, my dear Flora, whether
or not that price is paid will not be

decided by the inclinations of a private
individual.

Andrew, Sir James, or anyone else.

Do you mean to say that... When the
scheme gets the go -ahead, the land will

acquired by compulsory purchase, whether
the Mingus family likes it or not.

Lord, I'm here.

He's a wonderful.

Does your grandfather make them all?

Search me?

I didn't even know he made the one he
uses. Oh, aye.

Used to be famous for it.

Boots, I think.

I don't think I've ever seen the village
so busy.

They seem to be making a lot of money
too, huh?

What's wrong with you?

Nobody buying your creation.

That's not all.

What is it then?

I don't want to talk about it.

Come on.

Tell me.

I can't get any help to find the
equipment I need for forestry commission

And I want that contract.

How much do you need?

It doesn't matter.

How much?

I went to the bank. I went to the
estate.

I even went to Mr. Forbes.

Everybody says no.

I haven't. You?

No.

I will not take money from you.

I may be on the lookout for a sound
investment.

No. I need to know the facts, of course.

I do not wish to talk about this.

I need to agree on a fair return.

No.

And I'd want the whole transaction
properly documented by my lawyer.

You really mean this?

I mean it, of course I mean it.

Don't always mean what I say.

But if you default on me, Umberto, I'll
have the skin off your back.

We're nearly finished.

It'll be all right if I went down,
though.

Fine.

Are you not going to come?

I haven't got the time.

Not even to see Wendy's picture? That's
exactly why I don't want to go.

What on earth do you mean?

Must have been a real struggle for Davey
to send Wendy to college.

And now he's ill, so she should knuckle
down and help out the family. No moon

about dreaming about art.

Oh, and she should give up her chances
just because her father's out of work.

I think you're being amazingly hard.
Life is hard, and the sooner Wendy

that, the better.

She's way out on her limb at the moment.
I think she's being very brave.

She's got no shortage of people to tell
her she's wasting her time.

If she wins this, it'll show them
they're wrong.

And what good will that do her or her
family?

Well, it'll show her she's getting out,
getting somewhere, getting what she

wants.

I would have thought you of all people
would understand that one.

It now gives me great pleasure to
introduce our adjudicator this

distinguished Scottish artist,
broadcaster and critic, the complete

man, J. Maxwell Crichton.

Thank you, Andrew.

After an introduction like that, I can
hardly wait to hear what I have to say.

First of all, it... It's always a great
pleasure for me to return to

Strathblare, where I spent many happy
days in my youth.

And second, the astonishingly high level
of achievement to be seen here is a

marvellous tribute to the organisers of
this summer school, my very good friend,

Major Andrew Mingus, ably assisted by
the talented and delightful Miss Sylvie

Brown.

So without further ado, I'd like to call
upon Mrs Baxter, the wife of the

chairman. of Craig Logan Distilleries to
perform the opening ceremony.

of the art show.

Well, the chap seems pleased enough.

It's three or four braids each so far.

Yeah, not bad considering the poor
Heather.

Well, what do you think?

I think it's lovely.

I'm still not quite sure about it.

But I'm glad you like it.

I do.

I really do.

Your husband not with you?

No, he's up at the Harvard.

It's a very busy time of year.

I shouldn't really be here myself.

Well, I'm glad you came.

Thanks.

When did you make these?

Oh, years ago.

My father taught me.

He was a great crookmaker.

That's one of his you have there.

I didn't make all that many myself.

My great -grandfather, eh?

Aye. Just a hobby. A way of passing the
long winter evenings.

It's years since I made a crook.

Why did you give up?

I don't know.

Just lost interest, I suppose.

Didn't seem important any longer.

Aye, like a lot of other things.

But I know better now.

Oh, what's going on here?

Why, that's awfully...

I've no idea what's going on.

What

do

you think?

Just the job.

Oh,

well done, Barry.

This all looks very impressive.

Oh, it doesn't adjust, Miss MacInnes.

Excellent. Thank you.

You managed to get away, then?

Yes, I made sure of it.

Is all going well?

Oh, yes.

Andrew about?

He's outside, Max.

Shall I send someone to tell him you've
arrived?

Oh, no, we'll have a handful with Max.

So, how did the grouse ship go?

Good bag?

Pretty good. We'll cover our costs and
make a little bit of profit for the

estate.

And how was the honourable member?

Oh, well, there's not much profit in
Walsh, I'm afraid.

At least as far as the estate's
concerned, at any rate.

But, of course, cultural activities of
this kind are extremely important.

And I must say, Andrew Mingus has done a
first -rate job here.

But what Strathclair really needs is
economic revival, which is why the hydro

board's plans for River Earscombe has my
full support.

Well, well, well, what's all this then?

Afternoon, Balbuie.

Attracting interest?

Well, you can speak for yourself, Major.

Yes, indeed.

Let me introduce you to Max Crichton.
How do you do? Max is the adjudicator of

the Strathclair Award.

Afternoon. West of Balbuie, isn't it?
That's right.

Well, what are you up to here?

Well, this is the People's Exhibition.
Mm -hmm.

I say, isn't that an Oliver plough? It
is indeed.

Good Lord, there can't be many of these
about, eh?

No, I think not.

Oliver. The chap who invented the two
-horse plough. That's right.

Except that during the First World War,
when we still had cavalry, he tried to

go one better.

Brought out a plough for a single horse.
This is one of these.

Really?

Didn't really catch on, though, did it,
Balbuie?

Some of us managed.

Do you mean you actually bought and used
this?

Well, well, I was younger then.

Ah, yes, but at least you had the nose
to hold on to it, though, didn't you?

Ah, it doesn't eat anything.

Yes, quite rare now, the Oliver Plough.

Now, where on earth did you find this?

To tell you the truth, we're not too
sure about this item.

It belongs to Femi Robertson here.

Max Crichton, Miss Robertson.

How do you do? How do you do?

Aye, it belonged to my grandmother.

Where was she from?

Hereabouts as far as I can.

Do you know what it is, Mr Clayton? Oh,
yes, it's a quern.

Women round here used to grind corn on
these, two or three hundred years ago.

It was still in use in the islands in
the middle of last century.

Never seen one this far south.

Very nice.

You should look after that.

Thank you. We will.

Must be moving on, Max.

I'll chat later about the museum,
Lubber. Right, Major.

Well done, Timmy.

I wonder whether...

Did you see that?

See what?

Max Crichton.

The adjudicated?

What about him?

He just looked at my piece and then
walked on.

What was he meant to do?

I don't know.

Or react in some way.

But nothing.

Maybe it just knocked him out.

Sometimes, when you see something
beautiful, it just knocks you out.

Does it knock you out?

Winning this award, is it really that
important?

I suppose not.

Look, it's just... I've worked so hard
on it, and I need to make an impression.

Andrew, how are you?

Hello, Walter.

I'm back. Nice to see you again, Oprah.

What's this, Walter?

Electioneering already.

Same old man.

Well, I must say, I had great fun.

Glad you're enjoying yourself.

And I had to be shindig with the
students later on. Flora invited me.

Did she indeed? Not at all.

Actually, Walter, I want to chat with
you later. About the hydro scheme? I

Flora told me about that too.

Until later.

Here is a special announcement.

Mr. Attlee has called a general
election.

Speaking of Downing Street, the Prime
Minister said that the election was

necessary in order to secure a working
majority for the government's program

public ownership.

Hurry up, Umberto. We didn't want to
miss this.

Are you sure you're not coming?

Oh, I better not.

There's a lot of precious stuff here,
you know. Somebody will need to stay and

look after it.

Well, put your belt on.

the announcement of the winner of the
Strathclyde Award.

You know, when we first had the idea for
this summer school, we found ourselves

using rather a lot of high -sounding
phrases.

Spiritual refreshment, celebration of
community, the spirit of the Festival of

Britain.

Such phrases are all very well, of
course, but they need to be backed up by

skill, experience and practical
organisation.

And with that in mind, I would like to
take this opportunity of thanking Miss

Sylvie Brown for all her help and hard
work, without which this summer school

would simply not have been possible.

And now, to give us this decision,

Max Crichton. Thank you.

First of all, a word to the students.

Attention, mes enfants.

Like most artists, I get rather nervous
at the idea of competition.

The competitions are all very well when
you win. They are absolutely thickening

when you don't.

And most of you won't.

Now to the hard part.

The standard of work among the students
has been high.

Extremely difficult, indeed painful, to
arrive at a decision. But a decision

there must be, and there can only be one
winner.

So may I now call upon Mrs. Baxter, the
wife of the managing director of Craig

Logan Distilleries.

to make the presentation of this year's
Strathclair Award.

And the winner is...

..number 17.

And number 17 is... Darkness and Delight
by Tansy Stewart of

Edinburgh College of Arts.

Well, that's that, then.

I hope you're not going to let it
discourage you.

I suppose not.

People like us, Wendy, rarely win.

We have to fight for what we want, and
that's what you're going to have to do.

You didn't think I'd win, though, did
you?

No.

But now that I see what you've done, I
wish you had.

And I'm very glad you changed your mind.

Ah, there you are. Hello.

Well done.

You pulled it off.

Thank you.

It's been a tremendous day.

How was the shoot?

Oh, we did well enough.

Good.

I don't want to spoil everything, but...
Hmm.

I had a word earlier with Walter Barker
about the hydro scheme.

Did you indeed?

Well, I hope you told him the entire
scheme is completely out of the

We'll never part with that land.

Andrew, if the Electricity Commission
decide in favour of the project, as

hopes and believes they will, the land
will be taken over by compulsory

purchase.

Compulsory purchase?

I can't do that.

I'm afraid so.

My dead body.

I don't see what we can do about it. We
can fight it. That's what we can do.

It's the time in the States.

I'll try and ring father, tell him the
latest.

He'll go absolutely through the roof.

Andrew, you cannot fight compulsory
purchase. We can.

We will.

Thank you.

Well, thank goodness that's all over,
eh? I thought you were enjoying

Oh, this, of course. No, it's the
judging I hate.

Encourage one, discourage so many
others.

It doesn't need to be discouraged
sometimes.

It does no harm.

Perhaps not.

Anyway, isn't it about time you started
encouraging me?

Oh, Max.

I had a look at your watch.

It's different.

Thank you very much.

Would you show me how to make a crook
sometime?

Oh, there's nothing to it, you know. All
you need is patience.

He'd be useless.

Have you got your financing sorted out
yet, Umberto?

Everything has been taken care of. Thank
you.

Still no sign.

I hope she hasn't run off.

I mean, he came here to say goodbye.

There you are.

I was hoping to catch you before you
left. We've been waiting for you,

You've both been very kind.

It's been a great pleasure meeting you.

Likewise.

I wondered if you would do something for
me.

Would you look after this?

We couldn't. Please.

I've nowhere to keep it at home, and I'd
be thrilled to know it was hanging in

Corrie Begg.

I mean, don't you want to sell it?
Later, maybe.

This doesn't mean you're giving up, does
it? Of course not.

You've got to earn your living, don't
you?

What will you do?

Go back to Dundee to find a job.

I've time yet to be an artist.

This is a setback, but I'll get there in
the end.

Well, when you're ready, you'll find
this waiting for you at Corrie Begg.

You've had an excellent day, Andrew. You
must be feeling rather proud of

yourself.

Now then, Walter, about this River
Reardon business.

Yes, I understand you're not entirely
happy about it.

Good old Walter.

Master of the understatement, as always.

It's a non -starter.

Absolutely out of the question. Father
will never part with that land.

I don't understand, old Jabba.

I thought Flora might have told you. She
did tell me.

It would appear, Walter, that you were
perfectly content to watch and applaud

the dismembering of the Strathclyde
estate.

I say, that's a bit sweeping, isn't it?

But you're in agreement with the idea,
broadly speaking.

If you mean, am I in favour of
hydroelectric power for Scotland?

Yes, I am.

Well, I'm not, Walter.

And I won't have it.

With all due respect, old chap, I don't
see what you can do about it.

Do you not?

I'll tell you then.

I'm going to fight you, Walter.

So you'd better prepare yourself for a
pretty rough scrap.

Scrap?

Fight me?

What on earth do you mean?

Andrew? You're the politician, Walter.

Shouldn't be too difficult for you to
work it out.

You mean you're going to stand for
Parliament?

Against me?

Good God, Andrew.

Are you mad?

Very possibly.