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

by Ronan Farrow

I thought of my sister. Five years earlier, she’d first told the family she wanted to revive her allegation of sexual assault against Woody Allen. We’d stood in the TV room at our home in Connecticut, with stacks of fading VHS tapes. “I don’t see why you can’t just move on,” I told her. “You had that choice!” she said. “I didn’t!” “We have all spent decades trying to put this thing behind us. I’m just now trying to launch something serious where people focus on the work. And you want to—want to reset the clock completely.” “This isn’t about you,” she said. “Don’t you see that?” “No, it’s about you. You’re smart, you’re talented, you have so many other things you can do,” I said. “But I can’t. Because it’s always there,” she said, and then she was crying. “You do not need to do this. And you are ruining your life if you do.” “Fuck you,” she said. “I support you. But you just—you have to stop.”