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emergency room was skeletally thin <strong>and</strong> covered with scratches, bruises, <strong>and</strong> dark<br />
brown lesions. She was also dead. She had suered a pulmonary embolism on <strong>the</strong> way<br />
to <strong>the</strong> hospital. In <strong>the</strong> eyes <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> world press, Scientology had murdered Lisa<br />
McPherson. She was one <strong>of</strong> nine Scientologists who had died under mysterious<br />
circumstances at <strong>the</strong> Clearwater facility.<br />
The night after McPherson died, Rathbun got word from church ocials to wait for a<br />
call at a pay phone at a near<strong>by</strong> Holiday Inn. “Why aren’t you all over this mess?”<br />
Miscavige dem<strong>and</strong>ed, when Rathbun answered <strong>the</strong> call. “The police are poking around.<br />
Do something.”<br />
Rathbun discovered that church ocials in Clearwater had already lied in two sworn<br />
statements to <strong>the</strong> police, claiming that McPherson hadn’t been subjected to an<br />
Introspection Rundown. The church’s ocial response, under Rathbun’s direction, was<br />
to continue to lie, stating that McPherson had been at <strong>the</strong> church’s Fort Harrison Hotel<br />
only for “rest <strong>and</strong> relaxation” <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re was nothing unusual about her stay. In <strong>the</strong><br />
meantime, Rathbun went through <strong>the</strong> logs that McPherson’s attendants had kept. As<br />
many as twenty people had been rotating in <strong>and</strong> out <strong>of</strong> McPherson’s room; some <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>m were scratched <strong>and</strong> bruised from trying to subdue her; that was hardly <strong>the</strong><br />
isolation <strong>and</strong> absolute silence <strong>and</strong> calm that <strong>the</strong> Introspection Rundown called for.<br />
Rathbun noted that, among o<strong>the</strong>r entries in <strong>the</strong> logs, one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> caretakers admitted that<br />
<strong>the</strong> situation was out <strong>of</strong> control <strong>and</strong> that McPherson needed to see a doctor. In <strong>the</strong><br />
presence <strong>of</strong> a Scientology lawyer, Rathbun h<strong>and</strong>ed several <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> most incriminating<br />
logs to a church executive, <strong>and</strong> said, “Lose ’em.”<br />
The McPherson case loomed over <strong>the</strong> church for ve years, with an on<strong>going</strong> police<br />
investigation, protests in front <strong>of</strong> Scientology facilities, lawsuits on <strong>the</strong> part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
family, <strong>and</strong> endless unwanted press. Embarrassing details emerged, including <strong>the</strong> fact<br />
that McPherson had spent $176,700 on Scientology services in her last ve years, but<br />
she had died with only $11 in her savings account. Rathbun <strong>and</strong> Mike Rinder, <strong>the</strong><br />
church’s spokesman, were responsible for managing <strong>the</strong> situation, but Miscavige<br />
supervised every detail. The level <strong>of</strong> tension was nearly unbearable.<br />
Rinder had <strong>the</strong> particularly unrewarding task <strong>of</strong> defending <strong>the</strong> church to <strong>the</strong> public.<br />
He was articulate <strong>and</strong> seemingly unappable, <strong>and</strong> he had a talent for disarming hostile<br />
interviewers. He had been a Scientologist since he was ve years old, in South Australia,<br />
when <strong>the</strong> religion was banned. He had sailed with Hubbard aboard <strong>the</strong> Apollo. Few had<br />
a deeper experience <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> religion than he <strong>and</strong> no one was more publicly identied<br />
with it. But even Rinder could not quell <strong>the</strong> furor that arose from <strong>the</strong> McPherson affair.<br />
Perhaps because <strong>of</strong> Rinder’s lifelong service to <strong>the</strong> church, Miscavige saw him as a<br />
rival; or perhaps <strong>the</strong> leader’s frustration with <strong>the</strong> continual bad press made his<br />
spokesperson a particular object <strong>of</strong> his wrath. At any rate, Marty Rathbun got a call<br />
from Shelly Miscavige around Christmas in 1997, <strong>the</strong> rst year <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> protests over Lisa<br />
McPherson’s death. Rathbun was back at Gold Base. Shelly said that Dave wanted him to<br />
report to his quarters right away. Rathbun rushed down <strong>the</strong> hill to Miscavige’s<br />
bungalow, where Shelly was waiting just outside <strong>the</strong> screen door. A moment later, Mike<br />
Rinder, who had also been summoned, came racing around <strong>the</strong> corner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> house.