"BBC News, I'm Jane Thomason." "Tell me everything you know about this country." "You've got 45 seconds." "The rebels." "They are the Karibu revolutionary army." "If that's the World's Service desk, tell them I'm not ready." "Yup, she's here, she's ready." "It's a constant battle, Jane." "I'm so glad I'm not married to you." "I've got an exclusive for you." "Actual boy soldiers." "Your next video is for us." "Just over there is Uzuri's most luxurious hotel, and, from it, dozens of journalists from around the world are dispatching reports to all corners of the globe about this country's troubling, bitter civil war." "But it's here, in the streets and markets of the capital, where ordinary life goes on." "And although all looks peaceful, the real war is here, unseen." "Candles." "Maybe later." "A pineapple here could just be a pineapple." "Or it might be a hand grenade, because that's what they're known as here by the rebels." "As I reported..." "Do you want to buy a pineapple?" "$ 10!" "Is it definitely a pineapple or is it a hand grenade?" "It's a pineapple." "Look." "Oh, okay." "Sorry." "There you go." "As I reported for the Ten O'Clock News just last week, there's still an uneasy tension here between the new U.S. administration and the Karibu government." "The big question here today is will the Americans come to Karibu?" "And if they do, will this already fragile country blow up in their faces, like a pineapple?" "(EXPLOSION)" "(CAR ALARMS BLARING)" "Come on, Harry!" "Grace!" "Grace!" "(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)" "Morning, Jane, hi!" "Alexander here on news desk." "London is lovely." "How is the weather in Karibu?" "I'm sorry, who is this?" "Alexander the Great." "But you can call me Alex." "That's all right." "Straight in from current affairs." "You got me on my first shift, you lucky thing." "(SIGHING) Oh, God, no." "Please, why me?" "Not another one." "How's the new hotel?" "Room service a bit less explosive than yesterday, huh?" "LOL." "(CHUCKLING)" "Okay, listen very carefully." "Is Nigel there?" "Sorry, love, no." "Nigel's gone wakeboarding in Newquay." "Could you see if your mummy or daddy could come to the phone, please?" "Yeah, so, message from Nigel to David Bradburn." "Code Red." "Code Red?" "8:00 a.m., Wednesday morning, Code Red." "Okay, listen, I've been working for the BBC for 17 years and, in all that time, no one has ever rung me up to tell me there is a Code Red." "Unless overnight you've been transferred from Television Centre to Thunderbird 5." "Are you on Thunderbird 5, Alex?" "No." "I'm on Internet Explorer 8." "Could you phone Nigel?" "Just beg him to come back." "BTW, thanks for being so cool about Jack coming back." "Mmm." "He was just here in the newsroom, actually." "I shook his very hand." "What a nice bloke!" "Please don't be an idiot." "Jack was..." "He seemed quite glad to be back, actually." "HR were very insistent." "As was his wife." "But that is the thing about IVF, they say." "When those eggs are ready, you've got to crack 'em open, you know?" "'Cause if you don't, they, um..." "Well, they go off." "Shit biscuits." "CANDIDA:" "Chip, I damn hope you've brought the right lens this time." "If I look like a Utah Salt Flat on this shoot" "I'm sending you back to D.C. in a second-hand stiff bag." "(EXCLAIMING IN DISGUST)" "So, this is the hotel?" "The one they shelled?" "This is the one that wasn't shelled." "Oh, my God!" "They bombed the wrong hotel." "No way are those natural." "Kathy, get a picture of those titties and mail it to my surgeon." "But they're especially for you, Grace." "They're a "I'm so glad you weren't killed" present!" "Take them away." "You are a journalist, Harry." "Do you not have some journalism to do?" "Will you look at this place?" "Can we actually stay here or do you have to rent rooms by the hour?" "Listen up, sweetie." "I am Candida Colter of the American News Network." "I need your least worst room." "And it must have a bath." "What you staring at, pal?" "If I wanted a statue of a giraffe" "I'd go down to the market and get me one, capisce?" "It seems you are in luck, madam." "One of the BBC crew checked out late last night." "We have one room." "You know, I could help you with this place." "Get rid of these guys and I'll ring the team from "Pimp My Lobby"." "Morning!" "Someone said the laundry was working again!" "Oh my God!" "Mama Cass!" "You're alive!" "Kathy!" "Ring the Enquirer!" "I'll be on my QuackBerry, not to be disturbed!" "What's the matter with her?" "Just ignore her." "'Cause if you look in the eyes, you turn to stone." "Morning, Miss Thomason!" "Morning, Mkombe." "Sorry." "We've rescued a great deal, but I'm afraid there's still no sign of your laptop computer." "It must have taken a direct hit." "Really?" "Very sad, Miss Thomason." "This is the famous collateral damage which Mr Bradburn reported on last night." "Funny thing, isn't it?" "Collateral damage..." "Specially those bombs that can destroy a laptop but leave the bag and a copy of Atonement strangely intact." "If that's the breakfast tray, just leave it by the door!" "David, open this door or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll kick your door in!" "Oh, Jane." "All right." "Hang on." "Welcome to the Presidential Suite." "Good morning." "Sorry, David, didn't realise you were the one doing the huffing and puffing." "Oh, no." "I've been having a bit of trouble with that frozen shoulder again." "Had to get a professional in." "What frozen shoulder?" "Well, exactly." "She's brilliant." "I've never known deep tissue work like it." "Right." "Well, now you've been loosened off," "I've got some news for you." "Jack has gone, David." "He has only been here a week and he's pissed off home to inseminate his wife." "He hasn't!" "She had the nerve to ring up HR and have him called straight back!" "That's terrible news." "Simply awful." "Bastard Human Resources." "Do they know they're not here to actually create more humans?" "No, I mean, you're going to have to operate the camera!" "Oh, it's worse than that." "Cling on to your kimono, David, because London have declared something called a "Code Red"." "Code Red?" "You're sure?" "Well, that's what he said." "8:00 a.m. today." "The Americans are coming!" "The Americans are coming!" "Are you sure?" "Code Red, I don't believe it." "Shirt." "Shirt." "Socks." "Socks." "Pants." "Well, well, well, she's here." "Candida Colter." "You should have told me you were flying in." "David Bradburn, as I live and breathe." "And against all odds, you're doing both." "You know, David, I read your last book." "It was extraordinary." "I don't know where you get it all from." "I should sue." "You look younger every time I see you." "Tell me, Candy, what's your secret?" "I never tell." "Though in your case, I'll make an exception as you've left it so late to make a start." "MARGARET:" "I don't like her." "Who is she?" "That, Margaret, is an actual Code Red." "That is Candida Colter." "Oh, I get that." "It's very difficult to get rid of." "Very irritating." "Yeah." "It more or less turns your lady garden into a mushroom farm." "Though I have found that if I rub it with a mixture of..." "Stop right there!" "Do you know how many people sent me a link to your hostage video?" "Hilarious!" "To think the last time you had a top 10 viral, it was herpes." "No, Mkombe." "Not on my bill this time..." "Oh, David, I'm so sorry." "Is this your table?" "Oh, yes." "Why didn't you say?" "I did." "Well, I'd love to stay, David, but I'm filing for both the main network bulletins tonight." "And so I have to fully prepare for my exclusive report." "First a bath, then an exfoliating scrub, I think." "Of course." "And now I know where to start." "Thank you so much." "(HISSING)" "So when did you sleep with her, then?" "Burundi, '93." "Twice." "(SIGHING) Right." "Shall we get going before she does?" "Absolutely." "The less air I have to share with that anvil-faced harpy, the happier I shall be." "Right, well, I'll fetch the camera." "Jack left it in my room." "Really?" "For safe-keeping!" "JANE:" "Joyful!" "Hang on!" "You seen my notebook?" "JANE:" "Joyful!" "Touch my cheese and you're dead." "Grace, I wonder if you could help me." "Laundry must be in before 9:00." "Sorry." "Jane, do you think you could have a word with them about this laundry business?" "I'm wearing these knickers inside out for the second day running." "So, now they're back to being the right way round, and that's just not right." "Miss Jane..." "No entry." "Only for Miss Colter." "Private." "Hello, Joyful!" "Bernard." "What's this?" "This elevator has been chartered for the exclusive use of ANN News." "Please use our other access solutions." "The Americans have taken over the hotel lift?" "Oh, yes." "But not the usual way." "This time they have paid for it." "Oh, they're always doing this." "I was in a 12-storey place in Tripoli once." "CNN had chartered all three lifts." "Jeremy Bowen lost six pounds running up and down the fire..." "Right." "Has anyone annexed the stairs?" "Would you like to make an offer?" "JANE:" "Right." "Back in a minute." "Hey, employee of the month, I'm done here." "Hold that elevator." "Harry, bugger off!" "CANDIDA:" "Kathy!" "Kathy!" "This is my room?" "Okay, Kathy." "Get me a car to the airport." "I'm going back to Washington right now." "Mother Teresa lives in a bigger box than this." "Hey, Kathy, great job!" "You got me a room with a slum view." "Get the car now." "Best room they've got, Candida." "I told the receptionist you were a network news legend, but she said she didn't give a flying flamingo." "Tell you what, let's go off and do some superstar filming." "Let Kathy feng shui in here." "Oh, you know what?" "I've had that feng shui up the yin-yang." "And why didn't anybody tell me Bradburn was here?" "He was all over me like the Exxon Valdez disaster..." "At least you got a room." "I got a pool lounger." "Yada, yada, yada." "Okay, you know what?" "You're right." "This hotel is a dump." "And there's only one room and you don't want it." "And we've come to the middle of nowhere for some pissy little civil war." "Whoa, whoa." "What's this?" "Let's go home, Candida." "There's nothing to see here and the roaches have the best rooms." "This story is beneath you." "Leave it to that Bradburn guy." "Hold it." "Hold it right there." "You think I'm going to throw this game because it's kinda hard work?" "Maybe it's not me, maybe it's you, buddy!" "Yeah." "Maybe you can't take it?" "No, I'm cool." "We're cool, Candida." "But if it's a little too much for you..." "What are you saying there?" "Are you saying that a little discomfort's gonna stop me from bringing the news to my public?" "You are talking to the woman who smuggled the first pictures out of Manhattan 9/11 in an ambulance by snorting enough instant coffee to fake her own heart attack." "The woman who published Monica Lewinsky's exclusive dry cleaning tips." "The woman who got herself convicted of assault in South Africa in 1988, just to get an interview with Nelson Mandela." "Hey, that was great." "And they didn't even send me to the same jail." "That is how professional I am!" "Candida Colter stops at nothing to file her story!" "Nothing!" "Okay." "We're going to stuff Bradburn so hard his belly button's gonna pop out." "DAVID:" "If the Americans are coming, it's gonna be all about the oil." "Oh, Americans and oil!" "What do they do with the stuff?" "Surely Mr Obama is not obsessed with it, too." "If they don't find some new reserves soon, they'll be running their cars on macchiatos and fat men's sweat." "So, we'll do some vox pops first and then head on up the drills?" "Exactly." "Good idea." "Yes." "That's what Bernard told me Miss Colter was planning to do also." "He said she was reading your notebook in the lift, she was laughing in an uproarious fashion." "She was what?" "Yes." "When you sat at her table..." "My table..." "Not only did she mock your aged face but she also stole your notebook." "You see this is absolutely what she does." "This isn't the first time she's stolen from me, you know." "I've even caught her sabotaging my equipment in the past." "Oh, I heard about that." "I heard your "equipment" took weeks to recover." "Don't be filthy." "She's vicious, vindictive..." "I don't care how much work she's had done, she's still got a face like a bag of smashed crabs." "I would say more like a sack full of tusks." "And you have given her the whole story." "That's careless, David." "Are you calling me leaky?" "Soaking." "How dare you!" "I can keep a secret." "When Jack and I were in North Korea, it was all secret." "You know, covert filming, amazing stuff." "We had a government minder 24 hours a day." "So we pretended we were tourists, and only spoke to each other in cockney rhyming slang." "Really?" "Utterly confused our producer." "He was from the Singapore bureau." "Called Pete Tong." "Go on, Harry, you need a story." "Use your initiative." "Yeah, well, that what I was doing down in the market." "Looking for pineapples." "And you came back with candles." "Let me know when you have another bright idea and I will light one above your head." "Oh, great." "Power cut." "Hey, power cuts." "Maybe the rebels have taken the power plants." "No, it is just the hotel power supply breaking down again." "It's very old and I don't think we have kept up the extended warranty." "Or the President has ordered all the electricity cut off." "This could be my story." "How can I find out?" "Oh, for God's sake!" "You are a big dope, Harry." "I like you, I sleep with you," "I do that thing to your ears that you like but I despair of you." "Come with me, Mr Chambers." "I'll show you something." "Excuse me." "All the power went off." "It really is very difficult to work under these conditions." "Look at this." "This is where the electricity supply comes in." "The best British workmanship." "The whole country is like this." "That's British work?" "Yes, from when we were a colony." "My father says everything used to work then." "Except the British, of course." "It looks incredibly dangerous and complicated and unstable." "So, it's a metaphor for our country." "Is it?" "A metaphor?" "Yes." "Yes." "Yes, that's brilliant!" "I can talk about how the whole infrastructure of the country hasn't been touched since independence!" "Thanks, Mkombe, you're a star!" "Great!" "I was thinking, well, you know, we could go for a Chinese meal later." "The Golden Monkey Noodle has a 2-for-1 tonight, special opening offer." "Then later, on to a nightclub, for dancing." "It's so exciting having you people stay here at our hotel." "We should celebrate that we are working together." "These hips don't lie." "Skin and blister." "Sister." "Dog and bone?" "Phone." "Yes!" "Heh, heh." "What a fascinating native wit you English have." "Breakfast?" "Oh, right, thanks." "So, what sort of interviewees do you require me to find today?" "Informed, articulate, you know." "You can tell them it's safe to talk to us." "This definitely won't be going out in this country." "Unless it gets picked up on BBC World again." "Then it might." "Yes." "It was a shame about that man being arrested and beaten after he spoke to you about how the constitution guarantees freedom of speech." "Yeah, that was unfortunate." "In our language, the word for "opposition"" "translates as "enemy of the state"." "And, the word for "bribe" is the same as the word for "chicken", which leads to some very amusing misunderstandings." "Well, now the Yanks have turned up, the breakfast might get better." "You don't like the Egg McEgg?" "No." "When you said the Americans were coming," "I thought you meant they were sending in the troops." "No, Jane, everyone knows the Americans always send the journos in first now." "Otherwise, the voters don't know which war they're going to be paying for." "If American troops do come, they will not stay long." "Our President will "dog and bone" his friends in Washington, offer them oil concessions." "Oil concessions?" "Oil concessions..." "John Sessions." "If our president gives John Sessions to America, the troops will go away again, and Mr Kubwasana will receive huge splodges of wonga to spend on fast cars and foreign weapons." "For despots supported by the West, this is the entry level package." "Everyone's a winner." "Soldier?" "Mmm." "Yes, it is an infrastructure of sorts, but it's tired and twisted, very much..." "MARGARET:" "Oh, there you are, Mkombe!" "What's happening with me omelette?" "It's been an hour now." "I am just helping Harry with his report." "No, no, Mkombe, you go and see about Miss Hollis' omelette." "I'm fine here." "Off you go." "Okay, don't worry though, I'll be back." "Don't go changing." "Harry, what are you doing in here?" "Well, I am trying to use this colonial wiring as a metaphor for the mess the British left the country in." "Yes." "Yes, that could work." "And Mkombe?" "Mmm." "(EX CLAIMING IN FRUSTRATION)" "He just won't leave me alone, Margaret." "Ever since he showed me this thing, he thinks he's my best mate." "I just came in here to practise my piece to camera and he just stands there." "Grinning!" "I had a boyfriend like that once." "Every time I opened my mouth to speak, this vacant look used to fill his face." "Hey!" "He's not my boyfriend." "He's got a girlfriend." "I've got a..." "It doesn't matter." "The fact is he just wants to hang out with me, all the time." "And he keeps wanting me to take photos of us on my phone." "Look." "Oh, bless him." "He's doing that..." "Yeah." "MKOMBE:" "Guess who?" "Um...is it Mkombe?" "It is, yeah!" "Listen, I really just need some time, just to..." "Omelettes for three." "And recording." "And recording." "Three, two..." "David Bradburn, BBC." "First, let me ask you a general... (MOBILE PHONE BEEPING)" "Hold on." "Switch the bloody thing off!" "Unprofessional." ""Check ur email." "Be my Facebook friend?" "Alex."" "Sounds like he wants to poke you." "Sorry, David." "Three, two..." "Sir, if they find oil here, in this very poor region, how will it benefit you and your family?" "(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)" "Oh, not you as well." "Quiet, please!" "Turning over!" "Miss Jane, it looks like we're about to have duelling sound bites." "Oh, twat knuckles!" "I don't believe this." "Candida, why don't we find another place to do vox pops?" "It's a big country." "Let the BBC have this 'hood." "Zip it, Chip, and start rolling." "And make me look taller than that fruity gas pipe." "All right." "Lower." "Smile." "Smile, you're on Candida Camera!" "Actually, don't." "What would you like to know about?" "I have valuable insight into the political geography of this nation." "Kathy, can you get me a stupider African?" "This one talks too good." "Excuse me." "My notebook, please." "Uh-oh." "I smell lime." "And I smell yeast." "Ah, come on, Candida." "There are a lot of villages in this country." "Is it really necessary for us to occupy the same one?" "Well, David, I have to say that the history of our special relationship is that though you might be in there, flailing about in desperation, it's always up to the American to finish the job properly." "That old chestnut..." "Are you talking about Britain and America, or you and me?" "Both!" "Excuse me?" "Is this about that thing in Geneva?" "You told the Swiss police that I was a Greenpeace activist!" "In drag!" "Do you know who I had to call to get me out of that jail?" "Hillary Clinton." "Well, since you share the same Pilates instructor, I don't suppose she minded." "You told Ian Paisley I was running late for an interview because I was still in the communion queue at Mass!" "You told my Soviet interpreter to translate my line to Gorbachev as," ""You've got something just here."" "I am very happy to be interviewed about the oil." "Yes, all right." "Just a minute." "I am a safety engineer at the new drill site." "Oh really?" "Yes, of course." "Jane!" "Rolling." "No, back off, David." "This talking head is on my platter." "He just offered to speak to me." "Well, he's in front of my camera." "Oh, no, he isn't." "Thank you, I would prefer to speak to the BBC." "Nothing personal." "I am a big fan of Kate Silverton." "This is why you people are so poor." "Okay, go ahead." "Very well." "Let's get to work." "Sir..." "I'd like to see you try." "JANE:" "I'm rolling." "So, what sort of yield are they expecting?" "They think it will be quite large." "Perhaps as much as..." "Cut!" "Give me that!" "This war, a war for oil, has shed a new light on a situation..." "JANE:" "Cutting there, David." "Candida!" "Energy is now at a premium." "Oil prices are escalating..." "JANE:" "Cut!" "...in a way that has really never happened before." "Newsnight is the ideal place for this kind of background piece." "Sisal, in many ways, was the oil of its day." "Now, is that the really hairy string?" "You might be thinking of jute." "Okay, jute." "So you want me to find out if the editor of Newsnight is interested in this second-hand World Service piece on sisal, not jute," "because it was the "oil of its day"?" "Yes!" "Okay, that sounds amazing." "Hold on, let me just find out." "Well done, Joyful." "That was very speedy." "I think we've finally shaken her off." "Another minute and I'd have needed some gas canisters and a harpoon gun." "I have no idea how she persuaded that goat to urinate on your leg." "I reckon she's a goat whisperer." "She looks the type." "This is desperate, Jane." "We've got nothing." "Absolutely nothing." "Who's on Newsnight tonight?" "Emily Maitlis." "Oh, bloody hell!" "And I love her..." "Right, quick." "Run on this." "Okay." "And recording." "Here in rural Karibu, this empty, silent church bears witness to a sad... (SONG IN LOCAL LANGUAGE PLAYING)" "Oh, for the love of God!" "Exactly!" "Oh, Joyful!" "This is extremely childish, Candida!" "Oh, I don't think it's childish." "It's just we both want the same thing, but I want it more and I don't want you to have it at all." "Why are you doing this to me?" "Because you totally stole my interview with Vaclav Havel in 1988!" "You smuggled jeans into my luggage at St Petersburg airport in 1983." "Jeans!" "I was in that cell for six hours." "You gave my cell phone number to Mossad." "You emailed the entire London newsroom with my real age!" "She did that?" "What've you got, Chip?" "Half a dozen talking heads, some wallpaper of the oil drilling, a few armoured vehicles and a little girl playing with an empty oil can." "Just needs a voice-over and you can bounce this baby all the way back to New York." "Great." "What've you got, David?" "Oh, he's got nothing." "Hang on, David." "Listen, don't worry." "I've got a..." "Jackie Chan." "What?" "I have a Jackie Chan." "What is this?" "Where do you have Jackie Chan?" "Get in the jam jar, David." "Go on, shift your Khyber!" "Oh, a Jackie Chan." "Got ya." "Enough said." "Miss Colter." "Look at yourself." "You are a right two and eight." "Your Barnet looks like a syrup, and your boat race is so Petered, it looks like you've sprayed it with Rosie." "I hope you're not disrespecting me." "I think she is." "She's saying you are very Lionel Richie and an utter bowler hat." "How dare you!" "We've had enough Omar Sharif from you." "We're Frankie." "Frankie?" "Frankie Bough." "Off." "Joyful, you got the Feargal Sharkeys?" "I certainly have." "Hey, are those my keys?" "(JANE, DAVID AND JOYFUL SINGING)" "# My old man said, "Follow the van, and don't dilly-dally on the way" #" "You're not Frankie Bough!" "I am Frankie Bough!" "I bet you don't even know who Pete Tong is!" "Of course I do." "Ibiza, '96." "Well, that Martin Bell can really cane it, I can tell you." "I can't tell you precisely how large we had it, but it was large." "Didn't sleep for three days." "How long before 6:00?" "Eight minutes." "Shame we didn't get anything in the can for Newsnight." "Although it's probably for the best." "It's just a two-way, after all." "I saw the way you were handling that camera, Jane." "I was having to lean the other way to compensate." "That is not fair." "Still, I'm on air tonight." "More than she is." "(CANDIDA YELLING)" "Oh, titbags." "She's back." "Or somebody's wounded an elephant." "You know, she's quite a formidable woman." "Don't even think about it." "She'd juice you dry and throw away the husk." "I think it is an excellent idea, Mkombe." "I shall be ready in my dancing frock at 8: 30." "But I said..." "8: 30 it is." "Come on, Harry, let's rehearse your report some more." "Then later we can get down to the Colobus and bust some moves." "Okay." "It is only fair for me to warn you though," "I am totally addicted to bass." "(LAUGHING)" "Key." "This isn't mine." "I paid for the Presidential Suite." "For Bradburn's room." "I bribed you..." "Yes, I know." "But the problem is, I do not like you." "I do not like your attitude." "I do not like your accent." "I do like your money, but I do not like you likening my boyfriend to a big, old giraffe." "So, after a competing bribe," "I changed your room again." "But not to the Presidential Suite." "What are you saying?" "Well, this one is the same as your old room, except it is smaller, darker, and has no bathroom." "It took us five hours to get back here." "We flagged down a government jeep." "I had to pretend to be..." "Canadian." "Oh, racist!" "Are you a bit of a Lester Piggott?" "No, "mate", nor am I Omar Sharif, or indeed Lionel Richie." "I am Candida Colter, the face of America, and my audience of millions awaits." "Elevator guy." "Take me to the roof!" "I have a sudden urge to scrub myself with natural yoghurt." "It doesn't work." "I tried everything." "Bitch." "Excuse me a minute." "Oh, good." "Geography." ""Where, in relation to the waters, did God place the firmament," ""also known as Heaven?"" "Is it in the midst of them, dividing the waters from the water?" "Good answer." "Roll again." "Yes, it is an infrastructure of sorts, but it's tired and twisted..." "MKOMBE:" "And we'll cut there." "(BANGING ON DOOR)" "CANDIDA:" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Who stopped the lift?" "Come on!" "Hey!" "I'm in here!" "Hello?" "Poor Bernard." "Disturbances in the oil-rich country of Karibu today suggest that the civil war there may be about to escalate." "David Bradburn is there." "David?" "Yes, Emily." "We may be about to witness a black gold rush into this war-stricken country," "(CANDIDA BANGING DOOR, YELLING) ironically, just as the capital is suffering an energy crisis." "Tonight we've been witnessing random blackouts and there's speculation that President Kubwasana is deliberately restricting the supply." "And, if he is, well, his point is clear, he literally holds the power here." "And it really does sound as if people are suffering." "It sounds pretty bad there." "Ah." "Yes." "Well, what you're hear there is the American News Network's chief foreign editor shrieking to be let out of a lift." "Oh, I see!" "That's very unfortunate." "So are these power outages likely to last long?" "There's just no way of telling." "CANDIDA: (YELLING) Kathy!" "Get my juicer!" "We're going home!" "A dramatic picture here tonight of what life is like without electricity." "A glimpse of the past or the future?" "With the threat from at least some of the Americans starting to recede, the big question now must be how did David manage to get Candida Colter thrown out of his room and then her room as well?" "With me, Grace Matiko." "Grace, how?" "He just needed a big enough bribe in the right currency." "Or any bribe at all, really." "(ADDICTED TO BASS BY PURETONE PLAYING)" "# Your bass line has got me feeling fine It's filling up my mind" "# Listening to the radio I feel so out of place" "# There's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase" "# I know you can tell just by looking at my face" "# A word about my weakness I'm totally addicted to bass #" "HARRY:" "Oops." "Collateral damage."