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>> Statement: [Page 272]

“At the end of the evening, Miscavige retires to his den and drinks Macallan scotch and plays backgammon with members of his entourage or listens to music on his $150,000 stereo system (he loves Michael Jackson) or watches movies in his private screening room (his favorite films are Scarface and The Godfather trilogy).

He usually turns in around three or four in the morning.”

>> True Information: This is pure fiction. Mr. Miscavige does not drink scotch or any other alcohol at the end of the evening. This statement is absurd. Further, he does not have a stereo system worth $150,000. And as far as his taste in music, he loves all kinds of music from Rock to Country and Classical. Mr. Miscavige has never had a private screening room, nor are the movies Scarface and the Godfather his favorite films. In fact, they were two favorites of Wright’s source, Marty Rathbun.

Years before Wright’s book, Freedom Magazine published an article pointing out how Rathbun’s obsession with the violent images in both films was an indicator of his long-term descent into madness.

Freedom wrote:

By way of a strangely relevant clue—because he is a very strange man—consider his two favorite films: The Shining (1980) and Scarface (1983). Both are dark, violent and laced with sadistic scenes.

The first, based on a chilling Stephen King novel, chronicles the slow-burn insanity of a writer (Jack Nicholson) in a snowbound resort hotel. As the writer spirals into lunacy, he wields an axe to kill his wife and young son. It’s a now-classic scene wherein Nicholson immortalized that pop culture refrain, HEEEEERE’S JOHNNY!

While in macabre imitation, Rathbun was forever announcing his arrival to fellow staff members with a chilling HEEEEERE’S MARTY!

Rathbun’s second favorite film, Scarface, is likewise immortalized in American pop culture. It tells of a Cuban petty criminal (Al Pacino) who lands in Miami as part of Castro’s infamous Mariel boatlift. The young thug builds a cocaine kingdom to rule a drug-addled world. But when a Colombian drug deal goes sour, the Cuban castaway is all alone on his baronial balcony to face a horde of hit men with a grenade-launching assault weapon. Out of his mind on cocaine, he cries, “Say hello to my little friend,” before unloading his last clip and collapsing in a hail of bullets. It was another of Rathbun’s favorite lines.

Yet beyond a glimpse into the mind of Marty Rathbun, both films stand as a harbinger of real-life things to come; for just as madness gripped the fictional characters he so emulated, so he himself was soon gripped.

The article goes on to describe Rathbun’s two breakdowns and ultimate expulsion from the Church. (

This is another example of Wright’s principal sources attempting to ascribe to Mr. Miscavige their own shortcomings and insanities.