Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [55]
He didn’t even think about paying for it. I wondered if I was supposed to pay. I just walked back out looking at this thing they call a bee pollen bar. He started the bike, people stared at us, I got on and we drove off. At least fifty people had now seen me riding around with Tom Cruise. The entire base would know by the end of the night with the way people talked.
We got back to the conference room. I ate the bar. It tasted like shit. Now I know why I had never had one. I would eat a Snickers bar any day of the week over one of these. I washed the bee pollen down with the rest of the Snapple.
We chit chatted for a few minutes to let the bee pollen take effect. He asked me about what I do and where I work. Then the conversation took a turn.
“Do you know Greg Wilhere?” Tom asked me.
“Yeah,” I said, having no idea where this is leading.
Greg Wilhere was the father of a kid that I used to go to school with, Darius. Darius was in Gold now and I lived a few apartments away from him at berthing.
“Ya know, when we were making Days Of Thunder, you know, he was with us when we were shooting and we named this one doctor in the movie after him.” Tom laughed. All I could think was that Greg Wilhere was out palling around with Tom Cruise on movie sets. Nice.
Well, you wanna try again?” Tom asked.
“Sure,” I said as we headed over to the auditing setup.
I picked up the cans. We redid the can squeeze and I gave the breath check another go. I took in a huge breath and let it out.
“That’s fine,” he said.
“Okay,” I say amazed that there was such a trick as bee pollen, knowing full well it was probably the cream cheese danish that did the trick.
We went ahead and started the auditing and it went on for about an hour. Half the time I would space out and think how Tom Cruise could possibly be auditing me. Finally, we ended and Heidi came over to give an end of session exam. After each auditing session you have to get one of these to show that the auditor is not falsifying the session notes or saying that the session went awesome when it sucked. It went fine as far as I could tell and said so.
We said our goodbyes and I left. I was done for the day. Hopefully I could just go back to work and not have to deal with anybody in my department who may have heard about my little excursion to the canteen earlier.
I walked back into tapes and everybody wanted to know how it went. They knew. I told them I was not supposed to talk about it and that I would get in trouble if I did. I went back to work and pretended everything was the same as it had been.
This went on every weekday for a few months until he was done with his introductory auditor training. It was a very interesting time. After that, I was watched over to make sure that I did not end up in big trouble, because after all, I was the guy that Tom Cruise audited. If I went south, or god forbid, some out-tech had occurred; it would be blamed on my auditor, Tom Cruise. That could never happen.
Tom would come to the base off and on. You could always tell when he was there because we had to clean for a full week and make sure that the place was perfect.
One night in late June, around 1:00 a.m., we saw a car carrier pull into the main gate and all it had on it was a single car. It was a brand new Mercedes. As soon as we saw it, we knew whose it was. There was just no question. As we headed over for breakfast the next morning, we saw Nicole looking at the car. It was a birthday present for her. Tom came speeding up on his motorcycle and screeched to a stop inches away from Nicole causing her to scream. Apparently Tom was a bit of a prankster. That was the last time I saw Tom or Nicole in the 1990s.
After that, he just stopped coming to the base at all.
The rumor was that someone at the base had been telling an outside source that Tom was not only in Scientology, but that he was coming to the Int Base and getting Scientology training. It was true, but Dave Miscavige did not want the broad public to know this. Part