The Jewel of the Nile

It was a day like no other.

It was a day I had always dreamed of.

A day I would never forget.

Will you marry this woman

and take her to your heart,

forever devoted and forever young?

I will.

And will you marry this man

and take him to your heart,

forever devoted and forever young?

I will.

Would you now place the ring on her finger?

I now declare...

What a shame we had uninvited guests.

I'll have what I came for this day!

Jack politely asked him to leave.

Kiss steel, bastard!

Jack!

Hold tight! I'm coming!

His temper flared,

but he fought like a gentleman.

My one true love had fought bravely,

but it wasn't enough.

There was only room for one more.

It was either my love or myself.

- You take it, my love.

- Never! Those maggots will not have you.

They will not have me for long.

I have consumption

and will be dead before the year is out.

You were gonna marry me

with consumption? Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to spoil things.

- Go.

- No!

Live to fight another day.

Whatever makes you happy.

With Jack, my happiness always came first.

I faced my fate alone.

The 10 turned to 20, the 20 to 40.

Could this be the end of

my freedom, my salvation, my...

Hey, gorgeous!

Hiya, Joanie!

What happened?

"Was this the end of my freedom,

my salvation?"

My career?

Gorgeous day. Huh, gorgeous?

We got blue skies,

nice warm water and a cold beer.

Honey, did you get any more Buds?

No, I just didn't have time today

to ravage the Riviera for your beer.

- Tough day, huh?

- Yeah, you could say it was tough.

But then when the going gets tough,

the tough...

I don't know what the tough do.

I don't know what the pirates do,

or what anybody does.

- Jack...

- Oh, honey. I know, baby. I know.

Look out there. What do you see?

- Bloomingdale's?

- No.

Greece.

Yeah. Mykonos, Lesbos, ouzo, olive oil.

Honey, we're going.

Wait. I thought you said that

we were going back to New York for a while.

Absolutely.

When the summer's over we're going.

Oh, Jack, we've been on this boat

half a year now. I need shore leave.

I promised Gloria I'd finish that book

three months ago, and I can't.

I don't know what happens next.

I thought you wanted

to sail around the world with me.

Well, I do, but not all of it this week.

I mean, Jack, this is just becoming a blur.

Exotic ports and great parties

and spectacular sunsets...

It's not enough.

It's not enough?!

You sound like someone who's got what they

wanted and now don't want what they got.

- I wanna do something serious.

- Serious? Come on!

How much romance can one woman take?

Joan Wilder?

From your most devoted friend.

Thank you.

"This afternoon we shall meet... awaiting

the moment." What's this afternoon?

- Must be somebody coming to the reception.

- That's not till next Tuesday.

This is "next Tuesday", Jack.

- Jack, you said you were getting a car.

- If I knew it was Tuesday, I would've. Sorry.

That's all right.

Whaddaya say we spin that roulette wheel

while we're there?

Sounds great.

Jack.

- Yeah?

- She can't leave now.

- Why not?

- What do you mean, "Why not?"

- Oh, my God.

- I'm your biggest fan!

- I read all your books.

- Thank you.

I'm so happy to see you.

- This is my publisher. Gloria Horne.

- Oh, your publisher.

- And this is...

- You are Mr Wilder?

No, I'm Mr Colton. Jack Colton.

What do you do, Mr Colton?

Casino work.

Yeah. I think I'll go downstairs and punch in.

Excuse me, excuse me.

- But...

- I'll be back!

God, I've got to have a drink!

Literary functions are not Jack's speed.

I mean, his favourite author

is the man who wrote "Pull Tab to Open".

- I am his favourite author.

- You saying it's none of my business?

Let me tell you, Jack is not the marrying kind.

I am worried. You're the girl who

never gets a book back late to the library.

You are three months past your deadline.

What gives? Un scotch, double.

My heartjust isn't in it. Romance

just doesn't seem real to me any more.

Real? You don't write "real". You write

about people that sail off into the sunset.

- And the next day when the sun comes up?

- There is no next day in romance.

Stop confusing real life

with a romantic novel.

- Joanie, just finish it.

- I can't.

After 17 books,

I don't know how it ends any more.

Then permit me to tell you.

It doesn't end.

It only begins anew

when you journey down the Nile with me.

- Have you got the right woman?

- No.

My name is Omar Khalifa and I have travelled

- You sent me the flowers.

- They pale by your beauty.

Oh, Mary!

- I read about you.

- Yes, I know. Time magazine.

Well, I'm afraid the Western press

cannot understand the spirit of my vision.

You are a writer. You can understand.

So, Joan Wilder,

you must come and write my story.

I only write romance novels.

Yes. And you haven't finished the one

you're working on right now.

You are a gifted storyteller.

You create heroes in a world of cynics.

Journey down the Nile with me

and I'll give you a chance to record history.

- Come. We must leave today.

- Joanie!

In just four nights I will become Emperor,

and you will have the exclusive story.

- They have emperors on the Nile?

- They do now.

Oh, sh*t.

So now what are we celebrating?

- The Nile!

- Oh, the Nile.

We've been invited to Africa.

Jack Colton, Omar Khalifa.

How do you do?

He's asked me - me - to write his story.

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