A conversation between Keith and Nicole at the Carlisle in NYC, the afternoon of the premiere of her movie, Margot at the Wedding:
Keith: So baby…tonight is the premiere of your movie…are you nervous?
NK: Are you on something? Are you? Of course I’m not nervous. I’m Nicole Kidman…I’ve won an Oscar, you know.
Keith: Right...sure. So…do you want me to go with you…or do you prefer to do the red carpet on your own?
NK: Well, of course I don’t want you near me when I do the red carpet…you just don’t look right on my arm. But you will take me to the premiere and bring me home. We want everyone to know how totally dedicated you are to me.
Keith: You mean you want me to escort you to the theatre and wait til you’re done? Just hang out there for you?
NK: Do you have a problem with that?
Keith: No…no…of course not, baby. Sounds great. I can wait with the chauffeurs.
NK: And I don’t want you to talk about that ridiculous accident on your motorcycle. It is bound to detract from my night…so if they ask you, deny it even happened. And I’m going to tell them it was essentially nothing. So get your story straight.
Keith: Well, I tried to tell them it was a minor incident.
NK: It wasn’t even an incident…it was NOTHING.
Keith: OK… the road rash and contusions are nearly healed and of course, the pain from the broken bones in my foot is much better. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, anyway.
NK: Good. And I’ve found one of Tom’s suits for you to wear. They’re so nice…I love to lay in bed with them and roll around on them and just smell them. Oh…I miss my Tom….erhh….I mean, I think that the suit will fit you without alteration. And if it needs a nip or tuck here or there, I have pins.
Keith: You mean that striped suit on the bed in your bedroom?
NK: Yes…don’t you like it? Tom looked so handsome in it. He loved that suit. I kept it after we…well I hate to say it…after we … uhmm…split up. That was such a mistake…he’ll regret that someday. But anyway…you are going to wear it and that’s it.
Keith: Well … to be honest, it isn’t really my style. I have a different suit that I think would be better for me.
NK: Are you saying you refuse to wear Tom’s suit that I picked out for you?
Keith: I’m not refusing to wear it, Nic. But it doesn’t really fit well and … it was Tom’s. I mean, I’d rather not wear his suit.
NK: Well like it or not, you’re wearing it. Get used to the idea. And Tom’s shoes with the lifts in them are at the end of my bed. Feel free to pick the suit and the shoes up and take them to your bedroom to change.
Keith: I don’t want to wear lifts, Nic. I don’t care if you’re taller than I am. Everyone knows that … it’s not a secret.
NK: I’m sick of feeling like I’m dating my dumpy son. You’ll wear the lifts and look like you are enjoying yourself. Is that clear? And then, can you come to my room and do my toes?
Keith: Yeah, that’s clear. What color of polish do you want?
NK: Red I think…yes, that’ll look good with my white or beige dress. Which do you think?
Keith: I think you should try something with a bit more color personally…
NK: Are you questioning my sense of style? I supposed you’re going to tell me that my hair is all wrong too?
Keith: Nic…I was just expressing an opinion. And I really think you would look better in a dress that isn’t so bland…and maybe you could give your hair a bit of color too? I loved your red hair…like in Dead Calm…that was really beautiful.
NK: Are you joking? You have no taste at all. By the way, while you’re out with me … when you hold my hand and walk out there in front of me, look protective. Everyone needs to understand that you adore me. I want them to know how much you adore me…is that clear?
Keith: Yes, Nic. I’ll smile and squeeze your hand and make everyone believe we adore each other.
NK: Don’t worry about me...show them how much YOU adore ME. And if anyone makes an attempt to talk to me or look at me or make eye contact with me, tell them to stop. I don’t want anyone to even think that they can look at me, except Rupert of course.
Keith: Right…no eye contact, no talking. Sounds like a fantastic time.
NK: Are you being sarcastic?
Keith: Never, baby. It sounds like your kind of night, that’s for sure.
NK: It IS my night. And if Isadora and Cletus call…tell them that Mummy is busy and I’ll call them some time next week. I’m sick of their whining that I don’t have time for them. We had three lovely days together last July…they are so selfish and demanding.
Keith: They’re just kids, Nic. I think it’s nice that they want to see you. When they came to my show in LA, I was really excited to have them there.
NK: Well, then … you spend time with them. They bore me…I guess you have something in common with them, after all! You all bore me.