Long shots of Pither and Guevara cycling. Guevara is wearing combat fatigues and a beret. He has a thick black beard.
At night Pither and Tsering are sitting at a campfire with a local couple. It is pitch black except for the flickering light of the fire. The faces of the couple are lined and look tired and anxious.
Man: We lost our farm after some bad harvests. We could no longer afford to keep the land. We had to sell to the largest landowner in the district.
Woman: We have been chased away from our homes. There were threats on our lives. You see, we are members of the Communist Party of Nepal - Maoist.
Guevara: But surely the Party took care of you?
Man: Well, yes and no. You understand that they are great friends of the peasants. They realize that the political struggle is rooted in the class struggle.
Woman: (bluntly) Another village gave him the job as postmaster but the Maoists burned down the post office.
Guevara stands up dramatically. The couple follows his example. They look a little puzzled and awkward. Guevara gives the man a powerful hug.
Guevara: I hand over to you the last ten dollars American out of my own wallet. (He hands over the bill.)
Pither: Wasn't that ten dollars to buy a swimsuit for your girlfriend?
Guevara: Be quiet!
Guevara embraces the woman in the same way.
Guevara: Comrades! May Fortune smile on you during the bleak, miserable days ahead of you!
Exterior at night of a large country mansion in Latin America. Cut to interior. Pither and Guevara are in the ballroom. A band on stage is singing Latin American pop songs from the 1950's. Well-dressed young men and women are dancing. Guevara is standing and drinking by a the bar.
Bartender (Jones): Why don't you join in the dance? It's the mambo.
Guevara: I can't dance.
Bartender: It must be embarrassing for a Latin American not to be able to dance.
Guevara: It's terrible.
Bartender: The young ladies love to see a man who can dance.
Guevara: I don't want to hear any more.
Bartender: Now, Fidel Castro, there's a man who can mambo.
Guevara: Oh, shut up.
Bartender: (shaking his head) It's a sad state of affairs. It's enough to drive a man into the jungle to take up arms to overthrow the local dictatorship.
There is a pretty young woman across the room. Guevara approaches her and asks her to dance.
Cut to Pither talking to a seated white-haired man (Jones) in a white suit holding a cane.
Old Man: Your friend, this Guevara fellow, I understand that he is going to write the final exams for his medical degree.
Pither: I'm afraid not. I think he's planning to be a Marxist revolutionary.
Old Man: He's an atheist and a socialist. He says he wishes to work at a leper hospital. He's mad if he thinks he's going to marry my daughter. I will never allow him near her! Our family has a proud tradition of exploiting the poor and indulging in our ill-gotten riches!
Pither: I say, isn't that your daughter he's walking out of the room with right now?
The old man summons some of his men. The camera follows them and Pither as they exit the ballroom into a darkened corridor. The men and Guevara are arguing in Spanish. There is some shoving. The daughter is standing in the corridor.
Pither: I had a nice chat with your Dad back there. He almost missed seeing you leave.
The girl bursts into tears.
Cut to Guevara and Pither running from the hall onto the front lawn. They are being pursued by the men. Guevara and Pither get to the bicycle and make their escape.
Pither and Guevara are riding in the dark.
Man: (unseen in the dark, shouting) Who goes there?
Guevara: Keep pedalling.
Man: Stop or we'll shoot!
There is a brief pause followed by heavy machine-gun fire. The sound of breaking glass.
Pither: Don't worry, it's only the rear-view mirror.
A longer volley of gunfire. A bullet pings off metal.
Pither: Now we've lost the water bottle holder.
An even longer barrage of gunfire is followed by the sound of the bicycle crashing. Men are running. A flashlight is switched on and we see a group of armed men standing around Pither and Guevara. The man with the flashlight is apparently their leader.
Leader (Cleese): We demand that you pay a thousand rupees to pass this road. We, the Communist Party of Nepal – Maoist, are holding this road in the name of the people of Nepal.
Pither: How do we know you're the Communist Party of Nepal – Maoist as you claim?
The leader points the flashlight at himself. He is wearing a sweatshirt that reads: "Property of the Communist Party of Nepal – Maoist (but being held in the name of the people of Nepal)"
Pither: Oh, I see.
Guerrilla: (to leader) Comrade Luchin! This man looks like Che Guevara!
Luchin: Is it possible? But you were killed in Bolivia in 1967!
Guevara: So the world thinks! So the CIA thinks!