01x01 - Episode One

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Plaza Hotel, New York City

August 18th, 1992

Thank you for coming.

Over the years you all know

that 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.

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 co-star,

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

have been exclusively

the protection of her children.

ALLEN V. FARROW

Episode 1

CONNECTICU

These are the ones

that my mom made me

and then other 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."

Some pictures are

pulled out.

We do what we have to do.

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 pressure.

I need to in a way prove to myself

that I can face it,

which is probably why I feel

so strongly about coming forward now.

Dylan, what do you want to be

when you grow up?

I want to be

DYLAN FARROW

Age 6

Okay. And what do you hope

to do this summer?

How would you like

your summer to go?

I want to go swimming.

- 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.

Blow them all out, sweetie.

As a little kid

I couldn't really understand

in what ways

we were actually different.

There were some things that I thought,

this must be how it is in every family.

And then there are

some things that I thought,

this is definitely unique

to my family.

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 kind

of swoop in with some damage control.

She was everywhere at once.

She could be picking up LEGOS

one second,

and then the next

she'd be on a movie set.

We really were a Hollywood family.

I was always stumbling around on set.

To me that was the equivalent

of 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.

It was idyllic most of the time,

and he was a big part of that.

Here comes Johnny Weissmuller.

Tell mommy what you said.

What did she say?

What did you say, Dylan?

- He's legs are funny.

- No, "That some daddies"

Some daddies are handsome

in their bathing suits

and some are funny.

Which category

do you think she has me in?

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.

CONNECTICU

I made this doll's house

when I was waiting for Dylan.

I actually made it,

every shingle and the floors.

And I went to different places

that had doll furniture,

and I decorated all the interior.

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 it's 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.

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?

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 unto himself.

They say you're not a New Yorker

until you encounter Woody Allen.

Woody was such a dominant cultural

figure, particularly in New York.

He was so highly regarded.

He didn't even have to maybe submit

his film scripts for approval.

You know, this was Woody.

Take the Money and Run (1969)

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 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 $2000 an ounce.

- God!

- Really?

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 hard to see in the movies.

And when I watched it I saw something

aspirational there,

something that I wanted to be.

- You play very well.

- Yeah? So do you!

God, what a dumb thing

to say, right?

I mean, you say it, "You play well,"

and then right away

I have to say, "You play well."

God, Annie!

I grew up feeling really close

to Woody Allen.

He was always to me,

my whole life, extremely appealing.

I felt that he represented me,

a very weird way for a little girl

to feel about a middle-aged filmmaker.

So he has a way of inhabiting

something very human

that's extremely relatable.

I've got the classic symptoms

of a brain tumor.

Two months ago you thought

you had a malignant melanoma.

There's a lot of, like,

kind of mortifying self-disclosures

that make you feel warmly

towards him and root for him.

He'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.

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 you don't hate it quite as

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 know

what great personal art can do.

He shows something

that's uncomfortable in himself

and then you feel less alone.

New York City, 1979

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,

"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.

"I'm meeting Mick Jagger there

and it's going to be so fun."

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 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 Mathew and Sascha,

and my baby son Fletcher.

And we had adopted

Lark and Daisy,

and then we ended up adopting

an older child, Soon-Yi.

When Andre left the family

she'd only been with us for 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 want

to date anyone with seven children.

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 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.

I 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 had 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 to

It was a way to say, "I love you."

And I would sometimes 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, 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,

you know, be with my kids.

And I thought

I could make this work.

I have a picture in my mind

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?

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 no, I'm still - I'm still as I was.

I do play with the kids all the time,

but then I never have to be there

when the diapers are changed

or anything 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.

And after a long dispiriting hunt

I found this house.

- What are you going to have?

- Can I have an ice cream?

You can't have that until you had lunch.

What are you going to have for lunch?

- Toast.

- No, you have to have a sandwich.

- Ma, can I have an ice cream?

- Have you had lunch?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Ma, I had lunch.

Can I have some ice cream?

What kind do you want?

No!

- Hi there.

- 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 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 had my actual father,

but 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,

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 bunk beds and stuff for us,

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.

On Friday can I go to Woody's

if he doesn't have any plans?

Yeah, sure.

I will check with him.

Moses fell in love with Woody

and wanted a dad so badly.

big and loud.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

You dirty rat!

Higher voice!

You dirty rat!

You get it?

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

to have a child together?"

But he said,

"Yeah, I would not object to that."

"But you have to understand

I have zero interest in a kid,

so you would be entirely responsible

financially and in every way."

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.

And 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,

they were all from different countries

with different needs.

And he said, "I might be more kindly

disposed if it was a little blonde girl."

I thought if he cares about that

I should try to find a little girl

like that,

and then maybe he'll love her.

I eventually ended up with a little

blonde girl, and that was baby Dylan.

I was indifferent to the enterprise,

caught up in moviemaking.

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,

and found myself more and more

holding her, playing with her,

completely falling in love with her,

delighted to be a father.

He began to be enchanted by her,

and I was absolutely thrilled.

It was more than a relief,

I was over-the-moon happy.

You getting more messy?

Mia was a real role model.

She loved playing 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 ten, fifteen 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,

John and Dylan were about 2, 2.5,

and that's when I saw this incredible

intensity that Woody had for Dylan.

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 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 custom 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 we had taken the children

for a walk in Central Park.

And the kids were up

on this play structure.

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 really hope it's a good thing

what's happening."

I adored Dylan

and spend as much time with her

as possible from her infancy on.

I played with her,

bought her endless toys,

dolls, stuffed animals,

My Little Ponies.

In those days FAO Schwarz

was a kids' 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.

Thank you.

Do you hope that he or she is going

to be a chip off the old Woody?

I hope it's a she.

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 had been a difficult birth.

It was a cesarean

but I had lost so much blood.

I think he had never been around

a newborn

or a woman who had given birth.

He thought I wanted to be next

to the baby and not next to Dylan.

But I wanted

to be next to both of them.

So he would take Dylan away

and I would be crying, saying,

"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.

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.

I'm going to turn around

so I get the light this way.

Dylan has done some artwork

all over her arms and face.

Let me see, kids.

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 and be, like,

"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 guy,

so I would always wind up

playing with him.

I'm going to go out to the market

and have a picnic today.

That'll be great!

Me, too, I'm going to go with her

on her picnic.

Great.

So I said, "Oh, what are you serving

at this tea party?"

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 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'd feel 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!

- Isn't it beautiful?

- This is the greatest.

Nine times out of ten

he'd be there when we woke up,

we were spending our days together,

and the family was fully integrated.

The memories I do have were not,

like, distant, lost father memories.

They were he was my dad,

he was raising us,

we'd bond over,

loving genre movies,

he'd play me all of these

horror movies, science-fiction movies,

and things that I still love

to this day.

- Look at that pig!

- Yes.

Let's see if we have

any good pictures in here.

I remember every morning he would

read the comics section with me,

and on the days

that he wasn't there

he would actually

leave me little notes and comics

for me to find 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 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.

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 want to 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,

so we would most of the time

leave because there was no point.

He followed Dylan

wherever she went.

We'd be playing,

Dylan, me, and Ronan,

I would look up and I would see him

standing there watching, silently.

And once Dylan noticed it

and 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?

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,

"I don't want to be with daddy.

Can we do anything other than this?"

He would come, she would run away

from the door and say, "Hide me."

And at first I thought it was a game,

but then I realized

that she sensed this kind

of smothering energy from him.

I only started questioning things.

Dylan's reaction to it made me think

that it wasn't good because she was

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,

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.

I walked the other way, 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 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 I felt weird about it

that was on me.

That was my fault. And that was

because I was doing something wrong.

In March 1991,

when Dylan was 5 years old,

she started therapy for being

"sad, withdrawn, and very fearful."

During therapy, Dylan twice told

her therapist she had "a secret."

Her therapist

never mentioned this to Mia.

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.

Then 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 kind of lingered there,

and suggestively

I have to say "suggestively"

because that's what it was,

went between her buttocks cheeks

with his finger and then came back.

And Mia saw it, too,

and snatched the sunscreen away.

I felt more like a policeman,

coming him to, like,

am I going to see something

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 my p*nis."

So I was comforting her,

and at the same time I was thinking,

why would a little girl do that?

I tried to push it out of my mind,

but what kind of thing is 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,

and 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.

It felt like a long time.

I saw her sucking his thumb,

which was really, really weird.

And he said, "This calms her down,

soothes her to do this."

I finally said,

"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 ax m*rder*r.

"What is wrong with you?",

"How could you think that?"

I was crying and I was apologizing.

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

And sometimes he would say,

"I honestly think you need help."

And I began thinking,

I must be crazy.

He can't be a pedophile.

Of course, what am I saying? God.

He's my boyfriend, and I love him,

and I know him, and I must believe him.

And I wanted to believe that he

was not capable of what I feared,

I wanted to believe

that it was in innocence,

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.

He would never hurt the children

or hurt our family.

MIA'S APARTMEN

One day in our apartment building

there was a very famous psychiatrist.

Her name was Ethel Person.

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 flood gates

opened for me.

The fact that she saw this,

I thought that he would listen,

and that it would really mean

something to him.

So I asked and he agreed

to see a person she recommended.

In 1990, Woody Allen began

seeing a clinical psychologist

about his behavior towards Dylan.

The psychologist said

she saw Allen

being "Inappropriately intense"

with Dylan.

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 expression affection,

and that he must learn

how to behave with the 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 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 would get better.

And for a time it seemed that way.

I decided that not being

the legal father of Dylan and Moses

was just not acceptable.

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 is too big a step.

But once he was in therapy and said

he wouldn't get mad at me anymore,

I felt that maybe it

would be great if she had a dad.

Maybe it'd be a great thing,

as long as everything else was okay.

I 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 adoption of Dylan and Moses was

completed on December 17th, 1991.

The reason I let him adopt them

is because I thought

that he was my life's partner

and I believed in our future,

and that we were going to go on,

you know, and have a wonderful life.

JANUARY 13, 1992

One day I was at his apartment,

because I wasn't working that day.

So I took one of the kids over there;

we left a coat over there.

And there by the side of the phone,

to the right of the phone

was this stack of Polaroid pictures

of a pornographic pictures

of a woman, a girl.

And I picked them up and I realized

all them were of Soon-Yi.

So 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, you know, I don't know,

Hustler pictures or something,

really raunchy pictures.

And I just, you know

I just remember

struggling to breathe.

I remember

getting my son,

trying to put his coat on,

trying to do the buttons.

I took the photos,

and I put them in my pocket,

and I was leaving.

And then I realized that I didn'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?"

"The pictures Woody took."

And she started crying,

and I started crying,

and I'm, like, "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.

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 was an older man,

very much experienced,

and, "You would have no idea

how to resist his overtures."

The next thing I know

Woody had entered my apartment.

And I was saying,

"You've got to get out."

Then Woody was there for four hours,

just talking, and talking, and talking.

And first he said,

"I'm in love with Soon-Yi.

I would marry her."

And then he said, "I just said that.

It's something I thought of in the car.

I thought it would make it better

if I put it that way. I love you."

But then it was all of that

for four hours.

"I just made a mistake.

I lost control"

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 she was crying.

I'm not sure if I really understood

anything that was going on.

It was like somebody

had shut the lights off.

Everything was suddenly very dark;

confusing for a kid.

It was Dylan's therapist who told me

I had to tell her, 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,

"It's not just me."

Woody Allen denies

ever having been sexually inappropriate

or a*usive with Dylan.