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Thank you for coming.

Uh, over the years,
you all know that, that, uh,

I've been reluctant to
speak with the press

and have assiduously
avoided publicity.

But because of

all the rumors and innuendos,

I feel that I have to
make a statement.

First,

I'm greatly saddened

that sources close to Mia Farrow

have released to the public
allegations instigated by her

of child abuse on my part.

There's
so much misinformation.

There's so much
obfuscation and so many lies.

I've been subjected
to every kind of doubt

and every kind of
scrutiny and every kind of

humiliation over this.

In the last 20 years,

he was able to just run amok,

while I was growing up.

And I was coping with this...

through sleepless
nights and panic attacks

because of one man.

For the longest time,

I've been trying to
set the record straight.

Because no matter
what you think you know,

it's just the tip
of the iceberg.

This is a story of two
of the biggest stars in the world.

The
father is Woody Allen,

writer, director, actor.

The mother is Mia Farrow,
his frequent costar

and the mother of
his three children,

two of them adopted.

Woody and Mia
have been together for 12 years,

but never married and
kept separate residences.

She reportedly has a
video of their adopted daughter Dylan

explaining how
Allen molested her.

Allen denies child abuse,

but freely admits he's in love

with another of
Farrow's daughters,

21-year-old Soon-Yi.

Allen said
the newest allegations

are the bizarre concoctions
of a woman scorned.

Miss
Farrow's only concern

has been, exclusively,
protection of her children.

These are the ones
that my mom made me.

And I know there's stuff full
of a bunch of other, other stuff.

There's us going to the set.

"You came to work
with me each day.

I am making 'Radio Days.'"

You know, some pictures are...

pulled out.

You know,
we do what we have to do.

Um...

Yeah, you can see the pictures
have been strategically cropped.

I think in a lot of ways,

I've come to understand
my feelings better

as an adult than
I did as a child.

At the root of it,
what I was really feeling

was that...

I had let down the little
girl that I was before

when I couldn't speak about it.

I wish that I had been stronger.

That I hadn't crumpled so much

under the, under the pressure.

And... I need to, in a way,

prove to myself that
I... That I can face it.

Which is probably why

I feel so strongly about
coming forward now.

So, Dylan,
what do you wanna be when you grow up?

Well, I wanna be...

Well, I wanna be...

Okay.

And what do you hope
to do this summer?

- How would you like your summer to go?
- I wanna go swimming.

- Great. Is that your favorite thing to do?
- Yeah.

- Great.
- Anything else you'd like to say?

- I love you. - I love you, too.

It was an
amazing childhood.

I grew up in

a place filled with
books and toys

and everything I
could possibly want.

- Oh!
- Blow them all out, sweetie.

- - Hooray!

As a little kid,
I couldn't really understand

in what ways we
were actually different.

Because there were some
things that I thought, "Oh!

Well,
this must be how it is in every family."

And then there are some things

that I thought,
you know, like, "Oh!

Well,
this is definitely unique to my family."

You know, and part of that
was having so many siblings.

I loved having a big family.

There was madness,
but there was a method.

You know, for the most part,
we got along.

Occasionally,

my mom would kinda like swoop
in with some damage control.

Oh
dear. Okay. Did it fall off?

She was
everywhere at once.

Alright, let's go. come on.

She could be picking
up LEGOs one second,

and then the next,
she'd be on a movie set.

22 Frank,
take one.

We really were
a Hollywood family.

I was always like
stumbling around on set.

To me, that was the equivalent

of like going to
your parents' office.

I remember going on

incredible trips
in private planes,

and traveling the
world with my family.

I have very fond memories
of us all swimming in the pool

- at the most posh hotel.
- Can you swim?

It was idyllic
most of the time.

And he was a big part of that.

Here comes
Johnny Weissmuller.

Tell Mommy what you said.

Tell Mommy what you said.

- Tell Mommy what you said.
- What did she say?

- What did you say, Dylan?
- Your, your...

- His legs are funny.
- No, "That some daddies..."

My daddy! I'm with my daddy!

It's really hard
to sort of examine

the good times and the bad times

completely independently.

This is somebody that...

I loved...

more than anybody else.

And it's taken me a long time

to sort of reconcile

that you can love somebody
and be afraid of them.

I made this, uh,

this doll's house when
I was waiting for Dylan.

I actually made it.

Every,
every shingle and the floors.

I went to different places
that had doll furniture,

and I decorated
all the interior.

I mean,
I really went all-out here.

It's a home within a home.

I've lived here in this
house for 40 years.

So much has happened
here that's hard to talk about.

But still a place of
happiness and love.

I haven't spoken publicly
about him for decades.

But that's the great
regret of my life.

That I wasn't perceptive enough.

It's my fault.

I brought this guy
into our family.

You know,
there's nothing I can do

to take that away.

I get why people
can't believe it

because who on Earth could
believe that of Woody Allen, you know?

I couldn't believe it.

I couldn't believe it.

Everybody admired Woody so much,
you know.

Loved him, and I did, too.

My next guest is a writer,
a director,

a very skillful
amateur musician,

a philosopher, a comedian.

Will you welcome,
please, Mr. Woody Allen?

Woody Allen is one
of the most prominent

American film
directors and writers.

He's made a film every
year for about four decades.

Woody Allen's
success was pretty meteoric.

A lot of his films
were instant classics.

And then he's something of a
legend onto himself, you know.

They say you're not a New Yorker
until you encounter Woody Allen.

Woody was
such a dominant cultural figure,

particularly in New York.

I mean,
he was so highly regarded.

He didn't even have to maybe
submit his film scripts for approval.

You know, "This was Woody."

I was
a fan of Woody Allen

well before I was a film critic.

One of the first films
I remember seeing

and loving when I was
a kid was "Sleeper."

And I thought it
was just so funny.

He's created this
adorable persona

that's, you know,
the sort of small, weak man.

He makes neuroses hilarious.

He's sort of anything other than
the classic Hollywood leading man.

He's not this kind of
buff guy on a horse.

He reads a lot of books

and he freaks out about things a lot,
and that's who he is.

How much is this stuff?

That's about $2,000 an ounce.

Really? And what is
the kick of it? I never...

Achoo!

The Woody
Allen film I love the most

is probably "Annie Hall,"

and the reason is that

I thought Annie was
a great character.

A great female character,
which is still something

that's kind of hard
to see in the movies.

And when I watched it,
I saw something aspirational there.

Something that I wanted to be.

You-you play very well.

Oh, yeah? So do you.

Oh God,
what a... what a dumb thing to say, right?

I mean, you say you play well,

and then right away I
have to say you play well.

Oh, oh God, Annie. Well...

Oh well.

Lah-dee-dah. Lah-dee-dah. La,
la. Yeah.

I grew up
feeling really close to Woody Allen.

He was always,
to me, my whole life,

extremely appealing.

I felt... I felt that
he represented me,

which is a very weird
way for a little girl to feel

about a, you know,
middle-aged filmmaker.

He has a way of inhabiting
something very human

that's extremely relatable.

I got the classic
symptoms of a brain tumor!

Two months ago,
you thought you had a malignant melanoma.

There's a lot of
kind of mortifying self-disclosures

that make you feel warmly
towards him and root for him.

It's a great cultivator of sympathy,
right?

Like showing your underbelly
to the audience, apparently,

is a great way to earn
their allegiance forever.

This morning,
I was so happy, you know?

Now,
I don't know what went wrong.

You were
miserable this morning!

We got bad reviews,
terrible ratings,

the sponsors are furious.

No, I was happy,
but I just didn't realize I was happy.

He makes you think about

that part of yourself
that's unsure

and neurotic and, um,

you don't hate it quite so much

because it's being framed
so appealingly by him.

- -But shouldn't
I stop making movies

and do something that
counts like helping blind people

or becoming a
missionary or something?

So he does, you know,
what great personal art can do.

He shows something that's
uncomfortable in himself,

and then you feel less alone.

In 1979,
I was living in New York City.

I was in a Broadway play for
about a year with Anthony Perkins.

One night, Michael Caine,

an old friend,
came to see the play,

and he said afterwards, he said,

"Come on. Let us take you
out to Elaine's restaurant."

And I'm like, "Oh,
no, thank you."

Because I liked to get home
before the audience even left,

so I could get up early

and take my kids
to school and stuff.

But he said, "Oh, we're...

I'm meeting Mick Jagger there,
and it's gonna be so fun."

And I thought,
you know? Maybe it would be fun.

We passed Woody Allen's table,

and he introduced
me to Woody Allen,

who said a nice thing or two.

And I was pretty excited that he
even knew who I was, you know?

In passing at Elaine's,
she came in with Michael Caine,

passed my table.

We said hello.

She got seated elsewhere,

and I lunged back
into my tortellini.

And then I
got an invitation

for Woody Allen's
New Year's Eve party.

He invited everyone on Broadway,

all the people from
the sports world.

Thousands of amazing people

would go to Woody Allen's
New Year's Eve party.

And in among
the giddy multitude

was Mia with some friends.

Sondheim, I believe,

and Mia's pretty sister,
Stephanie.

Again,
Mia and I exchanged pleasant hellos,

and then made a
casual suggestion

that would eventually change
the lives of many people.

I said, "If you're free one day,
let's have lunch."

At that point in my life,

it was all work
and all the kids.

The children and I had
moved in with my mom

because my husband,
Andre, and I split up.

I had three sons with Andre,

twins Matthew and Sascha,

and my baby son Fletcher.

And we had adopted
Lark and Daisy,

and then we adopted an older child,
Soon-Yi.

When Andre left the family,

she'd only been
with us for like a year.

And then after the divorce,
I adopted Moses on my own.

Even though I had
a wonderful family,

I assumed that nobody
would ever wanna date

anyone with seven children,
you know?

And so,
I had just put that out of my mind.

And then one day,
I got a phone call

from Woody Allen's secretary,

inviting me to
have lunch with him.

So, I went and, um, we talked.

We talked about music.
We talked about books.

And I was completely intrigued.

She turned out to be bright,
beautiful.

She could act, could draw,
had an ear for music.

Found myself beginning an affair

with a beautiful movie star

who could not have been nicer,
sweeter,

more attentive to my needs.

He showed me his New York.

Took me to the top of buildings

where there'd be
a fantastic view.

He took me to little nooks
and crannies of New York City

that I'd never seen before.

It was exciting, and I slowly

fell in love with him.

She was not demanding,
better informed than me,

more cultivated,

appropriately libidinous,
charming to my friends,

and, best of all,
living directly across Central Park.

We discovered that we could,
and we did...

We'd turn our lights
on and off at each other,

just as... it was a
way to say I love you.

And I would,

sometimes I'd hang a towel,
a big red towel,

out of the window,
like, "Love you huge."

Everything about
that time was romantic.

But I had seven children,

and he didn't want
to meet them at all.

- - And he said,
"Look,

I have zero interest in kids."

So I thought about that,
and I thought, well...

You know, still,
in my free time as an adult,

it's wonderful to
have a boyfriend.

And then I'll still be
able to be with my kids.

And I thought I
could make this work.

I have a
picture in my mind of...

of Woody Allen and
Mia Farrow surrounded,

these days,
by pets and children,

and homes, domestic life.
Which is a very long way away

from the Woody Allen of old.

- Has there been a dramatic change?
- Well, no,

because Mia and I live...
We don't live together.

She is surrounded
by kids and pets,

and I live by myself
across the Park,

and we see each
other quite frequently.

But, but, no,
I'm still... I'm still as I was.

I mean,
I do play with the kids all the time,

but,
but then I never have to be there

when the diapers are changed or anything,
you know,

really awful happens.

I wanted the children to
be able to get out of the city.

I felt it was important for all of us,
really.

And after a long,
dispiriting hunt,

I found this house.

- What are you gonna have?
- Ice cream sandwiches.

- Can I have an ice cream?
- Well, you can't have that until you had lunch.

What are you gonna
have for lunch?

- Toast.
- No, you have to have a sandwich.

Ma, can I have an ice cream?

- You had lunch? Okay. - Yeah.

Ma, I-I had lunch.

- Can I have some ice cream?
- What kind do you want?

Um...

Cat!

The cat! Oh, no.

Oh no...

Hi there! - Mia: Hi!

This house was a
wonderful thing for us,

and Woody did come
to visit us in the summer.

He started spending
more time with the kids,

and he gradually
warmed to them and,

and he was sweet to them. You know,
nice to them.

He was the person I loved,

and as such,
they loved him, too.

He very
much was a father figure.

I mean, I had my,
my actual father but, um,

he was not around day-to-day,
and Woody very much...

functioned in that capacity.

He would have meals with us.

We'd fish in the pond
together up in Connecticut.

I would get up in
the morning, and he would be there,

you know,
waiting for the kids to wake up.

We would go to his house on the weekends,
spend the night

when my mom would
spend the weekend with him.

In the back of his apartment,

he made like bunk
beds and stuff for us,

like a little living
area for us to live in

so we'd feel comfortable going
there while my mom was there.

Her children were
well-mannered and polite.

I got along with all of them,

although I did find
Soon-Yi a tad sullen.

I took a particular
liking to Moses,

a small Korean kid with
black-rimmed glasses.

Yeah. Sure.

- We'll check with him. - Okay.

Moses absolutely
fell in love with Woody

and wanted a dad so badly.

You gotta do it big
and loud. Ready?

- Ready.
- Let's start with Jimmy Cagney.

You dirty rat.

Higher voice.

You dirty rat.

- Okay, you got it?
- Mm-hmm.

It was about that time

that she told me rather
than adopt another child,

she'd really like to
be pregnant again.

I looked over my shoulder to see

who she was talking to,
but she meant me!

I said,
would you ever want,

you know,
to have a child together?

He said, "Yeah,
I would not object to that."

He said,
"But you have to understand,

"I have zero interest in a kid,

"so you would be
entirely responsible,

financially and in every way."

And I said absolutely.

Mia assured
me I could participate

in rearing a new child
to any extent I cared to.

If I wanted to be a hands-on father,
great.

If not, she'd raise it,

and I would be the same
free soul I'd always been.

After some years
of trying to have a baby

and not conceiving a child,

I asked how he would feel about

adopting a child,

and he said if I
wanted to do that,

that it wouldn't
ruin the relationship,

but he wanted
nothing to do with it.

And I thought,
well, that's fair.

He knew the kind of
children that I adopted were all

from different countries
with different needs.

He said, "Well,
I might be more kindly disposed if it was

a little blond girl."

I thought if he cares about that,
I should try to

find, find, find a little girl like that,
and then...

maybe he'll love her.

I eventually ended up
with a little blond girl,

and that was baby Dylan.

I was totally indifferent
to the whole enterprise,

caught up in movie-making.

Still,
I figured if it made Mia happy, fine.

But that's not quite
how it worked out.

I quickly found this
tiny baby girl adorable.

I found myself more
and more holding her,

playing with her,
and completely falling in love with her,

delighted to be her father.

Dada.

Dada.

He began to be enchanted by her.

And I was absolutely thrilled.

It was more than relief. I
was over-the-moon happy.

You getting more messy?

Mia was a
real role model for mothering.

She loved playing with them and
getting down on the floor with them,

and doing the LEGO and the
blocks and all that kind of stuff.

Mia and I,
we were at school together.

High school. We were young.

When she bought a country house,

it was in Bridgewater and I
already lived in Washington,

which is like 10,
15 minutes apart,

and we also had
children the same ages.

My son John is the
same age as Dylan.

In the summertime,
she had this big beautiful lake

behind the house,
and the children all swam

and played together.

And she had this big
new video camera,

and she was always
videotaping the children.

We had gone away and
lived in Japan for a short time,

and when I came back,

my John and Dylan were about 2,
2 and a half,

and that's when I saw
this incredible intensity

that Woody had for...

Dylan.

One time,
she left a teddy bear

somewhere on one of
these European trips,

and he paid for

a first-class ticket to
have the teddy bear flown

from one hotel
to the next country

so that she would
have it that night.

Once Dylan had her
heart set on the ruby red slippers

Dorothy wore in
"The Wizard of Oz."

I stayed up until midnight
having the costume department

of my movie make her a pair

so I could leave
them on her bed,

and she could discover them

when she woke up in the morning.

I remember
one day in particular that

we had taken the children
for a walk in Central Park,

and the kids were up
on this play structure.

And all of a sudden,
the limo pulled up,

and Woody jumps out,

and he runs up to
the play structure,

follows Dylan, up and down

and through the tunnels
and down the slide.

And I remember thinking,
I've never seen anybody

act like this with
a child before,

and I-I-I really hope it's a
good thing what's happening.

I adored Dylan and spent
as much time with her as possible

from her infancy on.

I played with her,
bought her endless toys,

dolls, stuffed animals,
My Little Ponys.

In those days,
FAO Schwarz was a kid's paradise,

and they used to let me
in early before it opened.

And then one day,

Mia announced she was pregnant.

You're soon to become
a father, for which congratulations.

- Oh, thank you.
- Do you hope that

he or she's gonna be a chip
off the old Woody, as it were?

I hope it's a she,
that's the first thing.

I mean,
that would be very important to me.

Woody kept saying to me,
"I hope it's a girl."

And then when we
found out it wasn't a girl,

he was disappointed.

Satchel was born on
the 19th of December.

It'd been a difficult birth.

It was a Cesarean,
but I lost so much blood.

I think he'd never
been around a newborn

or a woman who had given birth.

He thought I just wanted
to be next to the baby

and not next to Dylan,

but I wanted to be
next to both of them.

Um, so he would take Dylan
away and I would be crying,

saying, "Don't take Dylan away.

Please don't take her away."

Mia was
delirious with Satchel.

She monopolized his time,

and short of me
forcing the issue,

he was rarely available.

Mia had little
parenting time left

to spend on Moses and Dylan

or any of the other kids.

I remember him
taking me out of the room,

away from her a lot.

Even when I wanted to stay.

And sort of very...

slowly instilling the idea

in my head that

she was more Satchel's parent.

He was more my parent. Like...

I was Daddy's girl, you know?

I was told... that she
didn't want me around

or that she didn't have time
for me or that she was too busy.

Here, I'm gonna turn
around so I get the light this way.

Dylan has, uh, done some artwork

all over her arms and face. Let me see,
kids.

Oh, you look so great.

I just think you
just look like Alice.

Can I see the white rabbit?

Oh, Mr. Rabbit!

And there he is,
the white rabbit.

Dylan
and I were really close.

We hung out nonstop all the time

because we were
really close in age.

We would tell each
other everything

through our whole childhoods.

We were
pretty inseparable.

Sometimes,
he would literally follow me around.

Be like, "Dylan, Dylan,
can I play with you?"

And most of the time,
I'd be like, "No! Go away!"

He's a very...

stubborn, persistent...

type of, type of guy.

So,
I would always wind up playing with him.

I'm going to go out to the
market and have a picnic today.

Wow. That'll be great.

Me,
too. I wanna go with her on her picnic.

Great.

So I said, "Oh,
what are you serving at this tea party?"

And he said,
"I'm serving acorns."

I first met
Mia and Dylan and Ronan

in 1987,

when I started dating Matthew,

one of Mia's oldest sons.

And I started going over
there every afternoon

and spending evenings with them,
even without Matthew.

So, I became extremely
close to those little kids.

Priscilla definitely,
you know,

formed a very close
bond with the family.

She was just there all the time.

She was practically
another sister.

When I would go over there,
I would feel, oh,

like I'm immersed in this bustling,
warm, diverse,

loving family.

And there was lots of laughter,

and funny stories.

And Woody was
there every morning

before the kids woke up.

He was there every night
until they went to sleep.

I thought he was a great father.

Here we are
in a carriage ride.

Children, say hi!

Hi! Hi!

Isn't it beautiful?

This
is the greatest.

Nine times out of 10,
he'd be there when we woke up,

and we were spending
our days together,

and the family
was fully integrated.

The memories I do have were

not like distant,
lost father memories.

He was my dad,
he was raising us.

You know,
we'd bond over loving genre movies.

He'd play me all of these,
you know,

horror movies and
science fiction movies,

and things that I
still love to this day.

- Look at that.
- Oh! Yes.

Let's see what else. Let's see
if there's good pictures in here.

Look. Let's see...

I remember every morning,

he would read the
comic section with me.

Goody, goody, Daddy, Daddy!

And on the days
that he wasn't there,

he would actually leave
me little notes and comics,

for me to find at the,
at the breakfast table.

He took me to my first Broadway musical,
"Guys and Dolls."

And he explained the entire thing to me,
so I understood it.

I mean, I worshiped him.

He was so funny,

and...

he made me feel so special.

That's where things get really,
really complicated...

because...

threaded throughout
all of those good times,

there was a lot more going on.

Dilly-Dilly? Should
we get some presents?

Every time he
showed up at the apartment,

like a magnet,
he would just come straight to me.

Intense affection all the time.

In time, what it became was

there was nobody
but the two of them.

And he began just

an incredible amount
of focus on her.

He didn't wanna
see the other kids.

He wanted to see her.

It was just so one-track.

If he was there
and we were there,

Dylan did not play
with the other children.

He would take her
to tell her a story

or take her for a walk or...

So we would most
of the time leave

because there was no point.

Whoa. Daddy! There
was something in this car...

He followed
Dylan wherever she went.

We'd be playing,
Dylan, me, and Ronan,

and I would look up and I would
just see him standing there, watching.

Silently.

And once Dylan noticed it,
she would say,

"Go away,
Daddy! Go away! This is Priscilla time!

Go away!"

I remember going
to a friend's house once,

and playing with dolls
with her in her room.

And I remember kind of
looking around and thinking, like,

"Her dad isn't in here.

"Why isn't her dad...

in the room with her, like,
you know, hovering?"

Wow. - A bunny!

And then I just
kind of went back to playing,

but that was my entire
frame of reference.

I was always in his clutches.

He was always hunting me.

She and I would
be playing together,

and his voice would sound,

and he'd be calling her away.

And she would kind of stiffen up

and she would try to
scramble away from him.

And she was
frightened of this stuff.

She would talk to me
at the time about being,

"Oh,
I don't wanna be with Daddy.

Can we keep playing? Can
we do anything other than this?"

He would come. She would
run away from the door,

and say,
"Hide me! Hide me! Hide me!"

And at first,
I thought it was like a game.

But then,
I realized that she actually sensed

this kind of smothering
energy from him.

I only started
questioning things

because Dylan's reaction to it

made me think
that it wasn't good

because you could see
her withdrawing from it.

Hi. -

Is this the secret place?

Is this the clubhouse?

She started running
away from him.

She started locking
herself in bathrooms.

And he would say she was

retreating from
reality or something,

but she wasn't like that
when he wasn't there.

She was fully conversant,
and then the minute he would walk in,

she'd become an animal.

Sometimes a dead animal,
sometimes a wounded animal,

like, lying on the floor.

Anything that didn't talk.

Over time,

Dylan went from being outgoing

and effervescent and talkative,

to her having this sadness

and this withdrawn quality.

And I didn't know as a kid
how to contextualize that.

But now, in retrospect,
I understand

that that was a
pattern of something

very serious and alarming.

I have very
vivid snapshots.

Just different places
in the apartment

or the country house,
different rooms.

Mostly just a window
with a feeling attached.

I remember sitting
on the edge of his bed,

the light in the room.

The satin sheets.

There were clarinet reeds.

I have memories of
getting into bed with him.

He was in his underwear,

and I'm in my underwear,
cuddling.

I remember his breath on me.

He would just wrap
his body around me,

very intimately.

The first
time that I saw it,

I was coming into the room,

and he was getting
out of the bed.

And so I saw that he was
only wearing underwear.

And I just kind of turned
around and walked the other way

because I didn't want him
to know that I had seen.

I would suddenly walk in,
and there she would be

in his bed with him
in his underwear.

And sometimes,
he would also kneel in front of her,

or sit next to her

and put his face in her,
in, in, in her lap.

Which I caught
a couple of times,

and I didn't think
that was right.

At the time,
I thought this was

how fathers interacted
with their daughters.

I mean, I was a kid, so I...

I internalized it

in a sense that I...

I felt that if,

if I felt weird about it,
that was on me.

That was my fault

and that was because I
was doing something wrong.

When I
went to the country house,

it was a summer day.

We were all outside,

and the kids were running
around naked by the beach.

Mia handed Woody

a thing of sunscreen to put on,

and he was rubbing
Dylan's back and his...

My mom was there, too.

His hand went down
between her buttocks

and kinda lingered there,

and suggestively...

I have to say suggestively
because that's what it was...

went between her buttock cheeks

with his finger,
and then came back.

And Mia saw it, too,
and snatched the sunscreen away.

I started being... I
felt more like a policeman,

you know, coming into him, like,
am I gonna see something that, um,

I... that shouldn't
be happening.

One time,
we were all sitting on the floor,

and he slapped her hand away.

And I said,
"Why did you do that?"

And he said,
"She grabbed at my penis."

So...

I was comforting her,

and at the same time,
I was thinking,

"Why would a
little girl do that?"

What...

I tried to push it out of my mind,
but...

what,
what kind of thing was going on of...

that involved...

private parts, at all?

Maybe there were
things that I didn't know

that might be happening.

I remember...

sitting on the steps with
him in the country house.

There was nobody else around,
and...

He was...

directing me on how
to suck his thumb.

Telling me what to
do with my tongue.

And...

I think that lasted a while.

Um, it felt like a long time.

I saw her
sucking his thumb,

which was really, really weird.

And he said, "Yes,
this helps her.

"This calms her down.

Soothes her to do this."

I finally said, "You know,
I'm not comfortable

with the way that you're
handling her and looking at her."

And he just got
so angry with me.

Oh my gosh.

It was as if I had

accused him of being
an axe murderer.

Like, "What is wrong with you?

You know,
how could you think that?"

Finally,
I was crying and I was apologizing.

I said,
"I'm so sorry. I'm just so sorry."

And sometimes he would say,
you know,

"I honestly think
you need help."

And I began thinking,
well, I must be crazy.

He can't be a pedophile. Of course,
what am I saying?

Oh my god!

He's my boyfriend and I,

and I love him and I know
him and I must believe him.

I wanted to believe
that he was not capable

of what I feared, you know,
what I was seeing.

I wanted to believe
that it was in innocence,

and that it was just
being affectionate.

And I just wanted...

I wanted that to be true.

He's the man I love.

He's Woody.

You know,
he would never hurt the children

or hurt our family.

One day in our
apartment building,

there was a very
famous psychiatrist.

Her name was Ethel Person,

I mean, much-printed,
very respected therapist.

And she called me, and she said,

"Mia, I saw something of Woody,

the way he greeted your daughter,
Dylan."

And I'm like,
"Yeah?" And she said,

"There was something
off." And I'm like...

Then the floodgates
opened for me.

The fact that she saw this,

I thought that he would listen,

you know, and that it would
really mean something to him.

So I asked, and he agreed

to see a person she recommended.

The therapist told me that

the behavior was inappropriate,

but that it wasn't sexual.

It could be perceived
as sexual by others,

by me, and even by the child.

But it wasn't sexual.

It was just that he had
never been around children,

and that it was his way
of expressing affection,

and that he must learn
how to behave with a child.

And when he would do things,
the therapist told me to say,

"Could you not do that?"
And he then would just say,

"I, you know,
was showing affection.

Never for a second
was any of it sexual."

And he relieved my anxiety

by saying, "You know,
you're right.

"When you see something like that,
it's good if you tell me,

and I won't get mad
at you anymore."

And I felt it was under control.

So, I thought things,
things would get better.

And for a time,
it seemed that way.

I decided
in a moment of clarity

that not being the legal
father of Dylan and Moses

was just not acceptable.

For years,
I had assumed full responsibility

for both of them
as their father.

Interestingly,
for someone who always wanted me

to father her child,

Mia was suddenly
very cool to the idea

of me adopting Dylan and
Moses when I broached it.

I had felt a
little strange about it.

He had mentioned it before,

but I said I just didn't think
that would be a great idea.

That just was too big a step,
but once he was in therapy

and said he wouldn't
get mad at me anymore

and, um, that,
that I felt, um, that...

maybe it'd be great if she had a dad,
you know.

Maybe it'd be a great thing.

As long as everything
else was okay.

I actually said to the judge,

"I'm not giving up anything,
am I?"

And the judge said, "No,
you're gaining something."

And then Woody said he
wanted to adopt Moses.

He was the only
other child in the family

that didn't have a father.

So, I asked Moses

if he would like to be
adopted by Woody,

and Moses was over the moon.

The reason I let him adopt them

was 'cause I thought that
he was my life's partner,

and I believed in our future.

And that we were gonna go on,

you know,
and have a wonderful life.

One day, I was at his apartment

because I wasn't
working that day,

so I took one of the kids over
that we left a coat over there.

And there by the
side of the phone,

to the right of the phone,

was a stack of
Polaroid pictures,

of pornographic pictures of...

a woman, a girl.

And I picked them up,
and I realized

all of them were of Soon-Yi.

It was my own child.

She was in her
first year of college.

And they were all just like...

I mean,
they wouldn't put them in "Playboy."

They were like...

I don't know,
"Hustler" pictures or something.

You know, really, really,
really raunchy pictures, and I...

I, you know...

I-I-I just remember...

I remember
struggling to breathe.

I remember, um...

um, get-getting my son...

um, trying to put his coat on,
trying to do the buttons.

I took the photos,

and I put them in my
pocket and I... I was leaving.

And then I just realized
that I don't even think

I could push the
elevator button.

I was just, like, shaking.

And I took my child home
and I locked the door.

Soon-Yi was home,
and I remember saying,

"I found the pictures."

And she said, "What pictures?"

And I said,
"The pictures Woody took."

And she started crying
and I started crying.

And I'm like, "No, no,
it's not your fault."

And she was just beside herself.

Mia asked me to
go in and talk to Soon-Yi.

And I did do that
because Mia said,

"I'm so upset right now,
I don't think I should talk to her.

Will you go in and talk to her?"

Mia was very
forgiving of Soon-Yi.

She said that, "He's an older man,
very much experienced,

"and you would have no idea

how to resist his overtures."

And the next thing I knew,

Woody had entered my
apartment 'cause he had a key.

And I was saying, "Get out,
get out. You gotta get out."

And then Woody was
there for like four hours,

just talking and
talking and talking.

And first he said,

"I'm-I'm-I'm in love with
Soon-Yi. I would marry her."

And then he said,
"No, I just said that.

"It was something I
thought of in the car.

"I thought it would make it
better if I said... put it that way.

No, I, I love you."

And it was all of
that for four hours.

"I just made a mistake. I
lost control. Blah, blah, blah."

I didn't know what to think.

I just needed him to get out.

I came home one day,
and my mom was...

crying.

And she was standing in the
doorway of Soon-Yi's bedroom.

And Soon-Yi was on the floor.

And, um, she was crying.

I'm not sure if I
really understood

anything that was going on.

It was like, you know,
somebody had

shut the lights off.

Everything was
suddenly very dark

and confusing for a kid.

It was Dylan's therapist

who told me I had to tell her,
and, and also Ronan.

And she gave me the words,
and I memorized them.

And I would rather
have cut off my arm

than have to tell them that.

I remember my
mom told me and Ronan,

"Daddy took naked
pictures of Soon-Yi."

And...

that was sort of
the first instance

that I thought,

"Oh. It's not just me."

I loved Woody Allen.
Mia loved Woody Allen.

There was so much to love.

And Woody gave her everything
she could possibly want.

When I met Woody,
suddenly,

there was somebody who said,

"I'll take you out. I'll
show you all of New York."

I would've told you

that I'm just the
luckiest person on earth.

You had sex with one
of my teenage children.

He can't deny it.

Mia was terribly upset.

Casey
called and she said

her babysitter had seen
something that upset her.

They looked everywhere
for like 20 minutes.

Woody and Dylan disappeared.

We went into the attic.