Catch and Kill: Lies, Spies, and a Conspiracy to Protect Predators

by Ronan Farrow

On a tiled wall nearby, a blue-and-white evil eye hung on a string, watching.

me at all times

Illicitly obtaining medical records was one standard maneuver. At major hospitals, the Enquirer cultivated moles. One such mole, who had spirited the records of Britney Spears, Farrah Fawcett, and others out of UCLA Medical Center, ultimately pleaded guilty to a felony charge.

HIPAA bitch

And she remembered her costar in Phantoms, Ben Affleck, seeing her visibly distraught immediately after the incident, and hearing where she’d just come from, and replying, “God damn it, I told him to stop doing this.”

I thanked him for getting behind investigative stories. I reached for a personal connection. My brother had recently purchased Lack’s home in Bronxville, New York.

“You know these guys outside today?” he said, in an Albanian accent.

SHQIPTAR

“The interview is scheduled. You’re asking me to un-schedule it. How is that a pause?” “Ronan,” he said, in a huff now. “You have to stop.”

So repetitive ok we get it

Later, her suspicions would be borne out: the director Peter Jackson said that, when he was considering casting Sorvino and Ashley Judd in The Lord of the Rings, Weinstein had interceded. “I recall Miramax telling us they were a nightmare to work with and we should avoid them at all costs,” Jackson later told a reporter. “At the time, we had no reason to question what these guys were telling us. But in hindsight, I realize that this was very likely the Miramax smear campaign in full swing.”

It’s twisted. A big, fat man wanting to eat you. It’s a scary fairy tale.”

I was becoming inured to people contorting their bodies into the shapes of gears for Harvey Weinstein’s machine.

Bourdain said Weinstein’s predation was sickening, that “everyone” had known about it for too long. “I am not a religious man,” he wrote. “But I pray you have the strength to run this story.”

In the end, the courage of women can’t be stamped out. And stories—the big ones, the true ones—can be caught but never killed.