Tsering and Palin find themselves in a barren, inhospitable landscape. The sky has turned a uniform gray and the wind whips across the land. There is a large lake in front of them, gray mirroring the sky. Beside the lake towering rock formations stand, like larger, naturally-shaped relatives of the stones at Stonehenge. The rocks are festooned with prayer flags and these blow almost horizontal in the wind.

Tsering: I know this place. It's Lake Namtso, the most sacred lake in Tibet. Pilgrims come here from all over Tibet, travelling hundreds of miles on foot. They believe that if they walk around the lake in a clockwise direction they will gain merit for their next lifetime.

Cut to a shot of an aged pilgrim with brown, wrinkled skin wearing a dirty sheepskin jacket. He prostrates himself, drags himself over the gravel, then stands up. He presses his hands together, first over his head, then in front of his face and then in front of his chest, before prostrating himself and beginning the process again. He continues this as he makes his way around one of the standing stones.

Palin: Some of them are walking around the rock formations. I suppose since we're here we should join them.

Tsering and Palin are walking in silence. Tsering leans over to talk. He has to shout to be heard with the wind.

Tsering: Mr. Palin, I have it now! I know why I want to go to America. My teacher sent me there to establish a temple and preach Buddhism to the Americans. They are a wealthy people and have all manner of amazing technology but my teacher told me that they were hungry for spiritual enlightenment. Their souls must be nourished!

Palin: That's wonderful, Phorbu.

Tsering: He set me this task. How could I have forgotten?

Palin: Let's make our way to Lhasa. You can fly out from there.

Cut to Palin leaving his shoes at the portico of a prayer hall. Inside is a candle-lit interior with long lines of red-robed monks sitting cross-legged on their cushions, chanting prayers from small strips of text on boards in front of them. The camera pans along until it finds the figure of Phorbu Tsering, too immersed in his prayers to notice Palin or the camera.

Cut to Palin putting on his shoes again and entering Jokhang Square in Lhasa. There are rows of stalls set in front of old Tibetan-style houses with wrought-iron balconies. By the walls of the temple worshippers are doing their prostrations. Palin spots familiar-looking Westerners with camera and sound equipment.

Gilliam: Michael! There you are!

Palin: Here I am. It doesn't look like my absence has stopped you from filming my show.

Gilliam: Well you know me, Michael, I believe in keeping the cameras rolling. Once you stop filming the financial backers have an excuse to stop giving you money!

Palin: That's great, just great. By the way, who's playing me?

Gilliam: Oh Michael, you know Johnny Depp, don't you?

The actor Johnny Depp is dressed in Palin's typical plain casual cotton shirt, khaki pants and comfortable walking shoes. Palin shakes hands with him.

Gilliam: You remember that my project with Johnny, the Quixote film, had its plug pulled by the European backers. Well, that's a story for another documentary, I guess. (He laughs.) I thought it would be perfect to get him here to do this. You don't mind, do you?

Palin: Oh, surely not. It's flattering. But what are we going to do now that I'm back?

Gilliam: Let me think of something. It'll work out fine. The Himalaya is big enough for all of us. (laughs)

Palin: I was a little worried you might bring in Eric Idle or John Cleese.

Gilliam: Well, Eric is on another of those money-grubbing Greedy Bastard tours of his. When he's not opening musicals on Broadway. And I don't know what John is up to. The last I heard he was head of some religious cult in Southern California, wasn't he?

Palin: Yes, him and Tom Cruise.

Gilliam: Him and Tom Cruise, that's right.

The three of them walk off together chatting. The camera pulls back and the shot merges with one of the same scene being shown on a television set. The ladies from Chapter 1 are still watching the show.

Mrs. Massiveheadcheese: It was a nice touch to get Johnny Depp into the program. It was soooo disappointing not to see him in Terry Gilliam's Don Quixote movie. It's all the fault of those Europeans! They're too busy thinking up subsidies on dairy products to care about independent cinema!

Mrs. Halfstuffedfrogbiscuit: Not like the English! And he would have been wearing those open-necked white shirts! They're soooo romantic. (She tidies up the tea things.) I can't wait for Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest.

Mrs. M: You're only saying that because the Disney people made you say it so we could use Johnny Depp on the show. (She waters the potted plants.)

Mrs. H: What, Pirates of the Caribbean?

Mrs. M: No, I mean this show, Across the Himalaya with Clodagh Rogers! (She pours some water for the bird in the birdcage.)

Mrs. H: I'm surprised they didn't promise a part for that froggy wife of his.

Mrs. M: That clever Terry Gilliam could find a way to work her in.

The camera pans back to the birdcage and zooms in. Vanessa Paradis is perched on a swing in the birdcage wearing sheer black tights with long feathers at the rear. She whistles a Chanel commercial tune which merges into the Monty Python theme. Roll end credits.