A FATAL FEUD
Nadine Heywood: In the early days, we were almost friendly.
Low-hung chandeliers reflect off a dozen tabletops in a bar crawling with people. The camera pans slowly, shakily—then zooms into a corner. Nadine and Harper sit in a booth, clinking glasses.
Jasmine McKenna: If they weren’t quite friends, they were willful collaborators.
Harper’s iconic car in Nadine’s driveway, her dark bob disappearing behind a closing door.
Amos DuPont: If they were friends, it might have made more sense. But they were both too self-absorbed to really connect with people like that—besides, friendships rarely end in restraining orders, do they?
Caleb Krause: Harper was always weirdly fond of Nadine, even when she hated her like it was a hobby.
Sasha Wallace: Nadine didn’t mention Harper to me once while filming Maldon. Whatever they were, it didn’t matter all that much to her at the time. But when she went back to LA, suddenly the two of them were every single headline. Maybe it was boredom or press aggrandizement or …
Amos DuPont: There was nothing there but obsession. With themselves. With each other. It’s the thing that bound them.
Sasha Wallace: I think maybe what Nadine wanted most was to be seen by someone. Harper, for better or worse and whatever she did with that information, saw her. I think Nadine was very persuaded by that.