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In the interest of public relations, Hubbard staged free concerts at various ports of
call, using the ship’s ragtag band, the Apollo Stars. He wanted to “revolutionize music,”
and composed original songs for the band to play. He started a modern dance troupe as
well. Quentin wanted to join the dancers, but his father sternly told him that he had
other plans for him. By 1974, Hubbard had decided that his two oldest children by Mary
Sue—Diana, twenty-two, and Quentin, twenty—were to take over the major
management and technology functions of Scientology. Diana was enthusiastic—she had
been the Lieutenant Commander since the age of sixteen and was often at her father’s
side—but everyone knew that Quentin’s great ambition was to y. His cabin was full of
model airplanes, suspended from the ceiling with dental oss, and books about ying.
He was often seen weaving along the deck with his arms outstretched, making engine
noises, completely absorbed in being a plane.
Jim Dincalci, the medical ocer who was still beached in Madeira, learned that the
Apollo was headed in his direction. By now, he had made friends with many of the local
people, and he was surprised to learn from them that the Apollo was widely suspected of
being a spy ship for the CIA. 8 He sent telexes warning the ship that it would be better to
avoid Madeira, but Hubbard came anyway. Soon after the Apollo docked, a mob arrived
and began stoning the ship. Hubbard ordered re hoses turned on the crowd, which
further infuriated them. There were motorcycles belonging to crew members and two of
Hubbard’s cars which had been offloaded onto the pier; the mob shoved them all into the
harbor, then loosened the moorings so that the ship drifted oshore. Mary Sue and some
other members of the ship’s company were stranded in town and had to be rescued by
the local authorities.
Quentin returned to the ship in bad shape. He had taken an overdose of pills in a
failed suicide attempt. After his stomach was pumped at a local hospital, he was brought
back to the ship, pale and weak, and put in isolation in his cabin, guarded night and
day, becoming the second person to undergo the Introspection Rundown. Suzette was
the only one to visit him. He looked like a broken doll.
Quentin was now twenty years old, popular and free-spirited, but in many ways still
a soft-spoken, dreamy boy. Although he was small like his mother, and had her coloring,
in other respects he bore a strong resemblance to his father. His facial features were
almost an exact match: almond-shaped eyes under low, reddish brows; protuberant lips;
and a deep cleft in the chin. Even though Quentin became one of the highest-rated
auditors in the Sea Org, his father was constantly disappointed in his performance. “You
have to improve,” he barked at Quentin in front of the other auditors. “It doesn’t matter
that you’re a Hubbard.” Quentin would sit there and smile, seemingly unfazed, as the
others cringed for him. Privately, he confided, “Daddy doesn’t love me anymore.”
Eventually, Hubbard sentenced Quentin to the Rehabilitation Project Force. His “twin”
on the RPF was Monica Pignotti, an auditor in training at age twenty-one. As they
practiced auditing each other, they became close. Quentin sneaked some peanut butter
from the family pantry and shared it with Monica. They made up skits and played with
his tape recorder. They never became intimate. Quentin told her that he had once
become sexually involved with a woman, but when his father found out, she was sent off