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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.