The guerrillas' camp the next morning. The men are washing themselves and dressing. Some are cleaning their guns.

Pither (voice-over): It appears that we have been taken prisoner by the Maoist insurgents waging a civil war against the government of Nepal. I have abandoned my bicycle which had its chain broken when we came under heavy gunfire last night.

Cut to Pither in a line with the other men carrying tin plates waiting to be served food. Pither reverts to his Palin documentary host persona.

Palin (to camera): Here we are in the camp of the Maoist guerrillas. We are indeed privileged to be able to provide you with this exclusive look inside the operations of the rebel movement. They now control some forty percent of the countryside including districts close to the capital itself, Kathmandu. The Royal Nepali Army has been unable to defeat the insurgency despite repeated so-called "encircle and destroy" campaigns. Ah, it looks like we're about to find out what the typical jungle fighter of today eats for lunch.

Palin comes up to the campfire where the taciturn man doing cooking detail is slopping food with a ladle from a large pot.

Palin: (looking closely at the contents of his plate) What is it?

Cook: Goat head stew.

Palin (continuing to talk to camera): Ah, a local delicacy, I believe. (He holds it up for the camera to get a close-up.) Just look at those nutritious bits of goat meat swimming in that rich…

Cook: Fish sauce.

Palin: Yes, fish sauce.

Palin goes over to guerrilla eating sullenly.

Palin: And how's the food then? (The guerrilla stares at Palin without answering.) Would you say the food in this revolution is better or worse than average, comrade? Can I call you "comrade"? All men are brothers and that sort of thing. (Guerrilla stares, keeps eating, and does not respond.)

Palin does not bother to spend any more time with the silent guerrilla. He goes to another table.

Palin: (cheerfully) A nice, hot, refreshing mug of tea would go down well with that goat stew.

Palin holds up a tin cup. A man pours some liquid into the cup. Palin takes a drink but spits it all out.

Palin: (sputtering) What is that?

Man: Yak butter tea.

Palin: (recovering) I see. It's something of an acquired taste, I suppose. (He is still grimacing from the taste in his mouth.) It's just that I was expecting some old-fashioned English tea, you know, with cream and sugar. I don't suppose you have any…

Man: No.

Palin: As I thought. Well, if you're going to travel off to strange destinations, not to say that this place is strange to you of course (looking at the cook and chuckling), but as I say, if you're going to tour exotic places you have to adjust to the local cuisine. All part of the fun and challenge of travel!

Palin (to camera): How was that then? Do you think I could get a camouflage jacket, so I blend in better with the men? What do you think?

Luchin is in his tent looking over a map on a collapsible table. Another guerrilla is pointing out something on the map. Palin comes in.

Palin: Well, thank you kindly for the tent to sleep in last night and the delicious meal. I must be off now.

Luchin: Off?

Palin: Yes, I'm afraid I can't stay. I'm on a tour of … tour of the Himalaya. (He looks puzzled.)

Pither (voice-over): How extraordinary! I had another spell of confused self identity!

Pither: It was going to be on a bicycle but as the bicycle has been severely damaged by a barrage of bullets I suppose I'll have to complete the journey on foot, which will consume much more time, you see.

Luchin: I'm afraid you're not going anywhere, Mr. Palin. Think you could fool us with your feeble disguise? We happen to know that you are a famous British television personality. Your government would pay a pretty penny to ransom you.

Pither: There must be a mistake. I'm Arthur Pither. Arthur Pither of… (He is about to repeat his address but stops in confusion.)

Luchin: Now, go away. Can't you see we're busy plotting the overthrow of the monarchy?

Pither: It's funny you should mention the monarchy. I have an invitation to see the King of Nepal the day after tomorrow. (aside) How did I know that?

Luchin: You have what?

Pither: It's the tenth day of the Dasain festival. It's to celebrate the victory of the legendary hero Rama over the demon Ravana.

Luchin: The King, you say? (He and the other man exchange looks.)

Pither: There's to be a special ceremony in the Hanuman Dhoka.

Luchin: I see.

Pither: That's the Old Royal Palace, you know. It has some wonderful examples of pagoda architecture.

Luchin: Yes, I know. Do you hear that? What a wondrous stroke of luck! You, my English friend, are going to assassinate King Gyanendra for us. It will bring the revolution to an end. Celebrate victory, indeed!

Pither: Oh, no, you don't understand, I'm a guest of the King. I can't assassinate him.

Luchin: Oh, but you will. You must! (laughs) I'm a genius! My face will be on the five-hundred-rupee note. No, no, make that the thousand-rupee note! I'll be president for life! I can be on any banknote I want. Even postage stamps!