A FATAL FEUD
Jasmine McKenna: There are few shots I’d deem legendary from the last few years. Nicole Kidman after signing divorce papers. Winona Ryder shoplifting. And Nadine Heywood in her ball gown, smoking a cigarette on the streets of Brixton.
Amos DuPont: Don’t ask me about that. I’m still furious.
Nadine Heywood: I wanted to go out and celebrate.
Caleb Krause: Seems like she had quite a night before she ran into me.
Nadine Heywood: It is a great shot—all while Harper wept into her pillow. Which I’m not making up, by the way. That’s apparently exactly what she was doing. I should have got the police onto her years ago if those are the sorts of details they can squeeze out of her.
Producer: And did you know then? What that would cause?
Nadine’s smirk falters. Then she hardens, pushing her shoulders back.
Nadine Heywood: I didn’t cause anything, darling. What Joel did with his jealousy had nothing to do with me. But no, I didn’t realize the impact that night would have until a good few days later when Harper turned up at my door screaming.