Interior of prison cell. Pither is in the cell writing in his travel journal. A sign behind him reads: "Condemned cell".
Pither (voice-over): May 13. Thrown into Nepali prison cell. Severely damaged my Mars bar. (looking up) I wonder what has happened to my friend Mr. Guevara…
Cut to the guerrillas' camp. At the center of the camp Guevara is standing beside a group of guerrillas. He is smoking a cigar. The men are blindfolded. They are trying to assemble their guns from parts which are on the ground in front of them.
Guevara (voice-over): Dear Mother. I am heartened that I have won over the confidence of the men. They wish me to impart my great knowledge of jungle warfare to them.
Close-up of Guevara smoking and waiting. The men are groping around in the dirt trying to find their gun parts. Guevara is getting impatient. The men are now wrestling one another in the dirt for gun parts.
Guevara: This isn't rocket science! Here, let me demonstrate.
Guevara puts on a blindfold and sits down in front of his own dismantled gun. He begins to put the pieces together.
Guerrilla1: Wait a minute, how can you "demonstrate" if we're wearing blindfolds?
Guerrilla2: Perhaps he means "demonstrate" in the sense of providing a logical proof, you know, the way that a mathematical proof ends with the Latin expression "quod erat demonstrandum".
Guerrilla1: He doesn't have to logically prove that you can assemble a gun blindfolded! Obviously, if you can take the gun apart you can put it together again. I grant that point completely.
Guerrilla3: Maybe he means that his success will serve as an example to encourage us.
Guerrilla1: Well, I'm as keen on moral examples as the next fellow. What I object to is that this isn't a proper use of the word "demonstrate".
Guevara: Oh, shut up!
Voice: I believe that this piece belongs to you and that part belongs to your friend on your left.
Guevara takes off the blindfold and stares up at the barrel of a rifle. Nepali Army soldiers have surrounded the guerrillas and are pointing guns at them. Guevara stands up and throws the blindfold to the ground in disgust.
Long shot of the guerrillas being led away by the soldiers. One guerrilla has his blindfold on.
Guevara (voice-over): Oh, take that ridiculous thing off!
Cut to Pither still in the same posture in his cell.
Pither: Thank you!
Voice: Don't mention it.
In the yard of the prison a life-sized cardboard cut-out of Pither is leaning against a stone wall and shots are being taken at it.
Cut to Pither in his cell. Shots can be heard outside.
Pither (voice-over): As I lay down to the sound of the Nepali gentlemen practicing their shooting, I realized I was once more in a bit of a pickle. Who would have guessed that my cycling tours would end like this? My heart sank as I realized I should never see the Okehampton by-pass again...
He lies down. Close-up on his sleeping face. The image ripples and mixes with Palin's sleeping face.
Michael Palin wakes up. He is sitting in a director's chair outdoors in the shade of trees. The sun is bright. He is outside an Indian village. Standing beside him is a production assistant carrying a clipboard.
Palin: Oh, Lucille. I must have dozed off. (to himself) So it was all a dream. (to Lucille) I thought I was on Monty Python again and we were doing that cycling tour sketch.
Lucille: I'm sorry Mr. Palin, but this is the dream. I'm afraid you're still in the prison cell.
Close-up of Palin's face. The image ripples and mixes with Pither's face on his prison bunk.
Pither: Drat.
The Nepali soldiers and their captives have stopped to rest on the banks of a river. Guevara is relieving himself behind a bush. He is being guarded by two friendly and dim-witted soldiers (Jones and Idle).
Soldier1 (Jones): Just how do we know that you're Che Guevara as you claim?
Guevara emerges from behind the bush.
Guevara: Well, do you remember the movie "Motorcycle Diaries"? (Soldiers nod amiably.) You remember that I swam across a river to join my leper friends on my birthday? (Soldiers nod.) Well, there's a river right here.
Soldier1: So, logically…
Soldier2: If you can swim to the other side of the river…
Soldier1: You must be Che Guevara!
Guevara: Excellent!
Guevara takes off his shirt and pants and wades into the river. The two soldiers sit down on the banks of the river and watch. Close-up of Guevara swimming.
Soldier1: He's a very strong swimmer.
Soldier2: I hope he doesn't have an asthma attack.
Soldier1: He doesn't have his medicine, you know.
Guevara continues to swim.
Soldier1: He's almost across to the other side.
Soldier2: Do you suppose we ought to call him back?
Soldier1: Yes, do.
Soldier2: Mr. Guevara! Mr. Guevara! We believe you now. You can come back.
Guevara reaches the other bank, pulls himself out of the water, and runs.
Soldier2: (amazed) He's running away! Do you suppose we ought to shoot him?
Soldier1: I suppose so. (They raise rifles and aim.)
Soldier2: (He lowers the rifle and points at the end.) Do you look down this bit to aim?
Soldier1: Oh yes, I do. (Soldier2 raises his rifle again and aims.) Of course, I never hit anything.
Soldier2: (lowers rifle.) Neither do I.
Soldier1: (He lowers rifle and looks it over.) You know, all things considered, I don't suppose there's any other bit you can aim with.
Soldier2: (He lowers rifle and looks it over.) I think you're right. (They both raise rifles again.)
Soldier1: (annoyed) Oh, now look! He's gone into the trees.
Soldier2: (shouting) Oh, Mr. Guevara! Come out of there! We can't see you.
Soldier1: (shouting) We promise we'll just nick you in the leg. It won't hurt a bit!
Guevara, sopping wet, struggles through the dense brush on the river bank and up the steep slope. He looks over his shoulder now and then to see if the soldiers are going to shoot him. He fights his way into the undergrowth beneath the tall jungle trees. He runs towards the camera and looks at it.
Guevara: It's…
Monty Python theme music plays.
Announcer (Cleese): …the end of chapter ten of "Across the Himalaya with Clodagh Rogers".