RAHUL:     Wrong question, Sir.   (dramatically)   The right question is: What if your only souvenir of a once-in-lifetime moment gets lost or destroyed?

Rahul's hypnotic charm seems to have kicked in. Everybody is too stunned to say a word, just waiting for what he is going to say next.

RAHUL:     I have the solution. We can take your photographs and print lots of copies...

BEATRIZ:     You have gotta be kidding me--

RAHUL:     ...at the lowest price in Manila. What say you?

BEATRIZ:     You are a con man and you destroyed personal property. Fernando, call the police.

Rahul makes exaggerated magical gestures and produces the photo in his hand. Victoria laughs, amused by the old-school magic trick. Fernando gets the photo from Rahul.

FERNANDO:     Darling, it's all right. He was just trying to offer his service to us. Let's just go.

BEATRIZ:     (to Rahul) Count this as your lucky day.

The De Vegas head for the church. Rahul comes after them and falls down on his knees with his poor-unfortunate-me tactic, acting badly.

RAHUL:     Please, hire us. The photographer hasn't eaten in three days. He's just a boy. A BOY!

HOLLYWOOD VERSION