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"Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction" hosted by Jonathan Frakes.

Tonight, your challenge is to separate what

is true from what is false.

Five stories, some real, some fake.

Can you judge which are fact and which are fiction?

To find out, you must enter a world

of both truth and deception, a world that is beyond belief.

What is fact and what is fiction?

It all depends on your point of view.

Take a close look at this sphere.

It's obviously a solid globe that we're

looking at from the outside in.

But now, let's taken even closer look.

It now appears that we're inside the ball looking out.

We've done no tricks with the sphere.

We've simply changed our point of view.

We can apply the same rule to our stories tonight.

On first look, some may appear to be totally false.

But change your point of view, and you could find that they're

inspired by actual events.

So before you make judgement, observe them up,

down, left, and right.

Don't forget the most important angle of all, inside out.

Certain people in our lives seem magical.

It may be the way they talk, the way they affect how you feel,

or the way they care for others.

Connie Jenkins had all three of these traits.

But she can best be summed up by her love for animals.

Connie was drawn to stray creatures

who needed her special kind of nurturing, especially birds.

But Connie's was a selfless love.

Once she mended their broken wings, she let them go.

Connie's own spirit was much like one of her birds--

brave, loving, and free.

And because of her spirit, a very special story

is about to be uncaged.

DAN JENKINS My wife,

Connie, and I met and fell in love when we were only 15.

We got married right out of high school.

I loved everything about her, the way she walked,

her sunny smile, and that she cared so

much about all God's creatures.

This story may seem unbelievable to you, but it really happened.

And I have no explanation for it.

And it all started with a perfect relationship

and my special love for Connie.

Connie was constantly finding injured animals

and nursing them back to health.

She was truly unique in every way.

But the most magical thing about her

was her voice and the beautiful way she talked.

Aw, you're going to be all right, baby.

Yeah, everything is going to be just fine.

What do you think we should call him, Dan?

Now, don't get too attached.

Soon as that wing gets better, you've got to turn him loose.

You know that.

I do.

But why not enjoy him while we have him?

I'm going to call him Peppy.

Peppy.

Maybe some day you'll live up to that name, little darlin'.

That was my Connie.

She was my darlin', as she loved to call everyone.

I started woodcarving on my Grandpa's knee

when I was five years old, and I got pretty good

at it, if I do say so myself.

I decided to carve birds, because I knew

that would make Connie happy.

After all, she always saw to it that I was happy.

Even when Connie wasn't talking, the music of her voice

filled my soul.

And I knew that soon I'd hear her say, would you like

some chamomile tea, darlin'?

Here you go, darlin'.

A nice cup of hot chamomile.

That is so beautiful.

Oh, hon, you're going to win the blue ribbon this year again,

I'm sure of it.

Yeah.

I wish I was as sure as you are.

You just don't know how much talent you've

got in these hands of yours.

Connie always had a way of making

me feel good about being me.

She was just that kind of person.

Didn't want anything for herself.

All she wanted to do is give.

How's my little darlin', huh?

Oh, that wing's getting better every day.

Yeah.

Pretty soon you're going to be leaving us.

But I hate to see you go.

Hey!

You OK?

Yeah.

Nothing, really.

OK.

Come on.

But it wasn't nothing.

The cough continued to get worse,

and Connie ended up in the emergency room one week

before our 18th wedding anniversary.

The doctors called it a rare strain of viral pneumonia.

Connie didn't respond to the antibiotics they gave her.

And my angel died on the very day of our 18th anniversary.

She had planned to nurse the bird back to health

and then set it free.

I would do it for her.

As I stood there watching the bird regain its freedom,

I said a little prayer for Connie's soul,

hoping that it, too, would find its own freedom and peace.

The months after Connie's funeral

were the longest and hardest of my life.

I tried to go back to my job with the Forest Service,

but I just wasn't ready.

I couldn't even carve.

It only reminded me of her.

My sleep was haunted by Connie's voice.

I'd wake up thinking she was here,

and then I'd realize I was dreaming.

Everything I did continued to remind me of Connie.

I was beginning to feel like I didn't

want to go on without her.

It was just that we'd been together so long,

I was running on empty.

And then the strangest thing happened.

At first, I thought it was my imagination.

What happened next, no one could have ever predicted.

Sorry to bother you, darlin', but my car

broke down a ways up the road.

And I was wondering if I might be able to use your phone.

Are you all right?

Yeah, um-- fine.

Please, come on in.

My name is Dan, Dan Jenkins.

I'm Lisa.

Lisa looked nothing like Connie,

but that voice and the way she talked--

I couldn't believe it.

She had Connie's voice.

There was no difference at all.

Even the rhythm and the words she used.

And she went right to the phone and made her call,

like she'd been to the house before.

They said they can't have a tow truck here for at least

a hour.

I'm sorry to be a bother to you.

It's no bother, really.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Do you have chamomile?

Yeah.

I do.

Great.

The tow truck came and went,

but Lisa stayed.

It was like she was sent from heaven to take

Connie's place in my life.

Lisa was so much like Connie in every way.

She made me want to live again.

We got married in the same little chapel

that Connie and I were married in.

And we were together for 18 wonderful years,

just like I was with Connie.

And then the unthinkable happened.

Lisa contracted a rare blood disease

and died on the very day of our 18th wedding anniversary,

just like Connie.

I was 54 years old, and for the second time,

I had lost the love of my life.

This time, I wasn't feeling sorry for myself, just lucky

to have known two women so remarkably alike.

I was even more open to neighbors dropping by.

Can I help you?

I'm sorry to bother you, darlin', but my car broke down

a ways back, and I was wondering if I might

be able to use your phone.

Come on in.

How do you judge this story?

Do you believe that the spirit of Connie Jenkins

was transferred to two other women?

If not, why did they talk and act exactly like her?

And how did they find their way to Dan's door?

Yet we've all countered various people

from the same area of the country, who've talked

and acted very much alike.

Maybe this was just a case of regional similarity.

Or is this a much deeper story about the spirit

and regeneration of love through the years?

Do you think this story is built upon truth?

Or are you hearing the familiar voice of deception in your ear?

DON LAFONTAINE We'll

tell you whether this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a reporter is arrested for a crime he didn't

commit on "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

If you had to, could you prove where you were

at any given time and date?

There are certain things that can help

you prove it-- credit card receipts, calendars,

phone bills, et cetera.

What if these weren't available to you?

Or their authenticity was questioned?

If you had no witnesses to back you up,

could you really convince the authorities

that were who you claim to be?

And what if they insisted that you were someone else,

and they had their own witnesses to back them up?

Earl Gallagher is a man who is used to dealing with facts

and backing them up.

But he's about to learn what happens when the facts

began stacking up against him.

I was the brand new crime

reporter for the Detroit Sun Times, and I was on a deadline.

I dropped in on robbery homicide at the local precinct

to see if I could sniff out a story.

There was a lot of action in Detroit, at least

a lot more than there was in Poughkeepsie.

I wasn't sure what to expect as far as a reception,

but what I got, well, that never would have happened

in Poughkeepsie, either.

That's him.

That's the man that robbed my store.

He's here.

Arrest him!

Arrest him!

Arrest him!

Are you talking about me?

Damn right, I'm talking about you.

You shoved a gun in my face and robbed my store.

I didn't rob you, man.

Back off.

What gall you have to just walk in here.

Buddy, you're nuts.

All right.

Everybody, let's just calm down.

Are you sure this is the man, Mr. Porter?

Oh, yeah.

I would never forget a face like that.

It's crazy.

My name's Earl Gallagher.

I'm a reporter for the Sun Times.

It's my first day on the job.

I though I'd come down and meet everybody.

Call the paper.

Check me out.

We'll check out everything.

Don't worry about it.

Yeah.

Let's see some ID.

Yeah, sure.

EARL GALLAGHER I couldn't

believe what was happening.

Even after my editor vouched for me,

this guy Porter kept insisting that I was the one

who robbed his liquor store.

I was detained until they could take a look at the surveillance

tape of the robbery.

That's when things went from bad to worse.

I don't believe this.

I told you it was him.

Detective, I swear to God, that's not me.

It's somebody else that looks exactly like me.

As far as I'm concerned, that's a positive ID.

What?

You're under arrest for armed robbery.

I want you to put your hands behind your back.

I'm going to cuff you.

Wait a second.

This doesn't make any sense.

Look, if I did this, why would I come down here?

Guilty conscience.

Maybe you wanted to get caught.

Happens all the time.

I don't believe this.

I've never been in trouble in my life.

I'm a reporter.

Too bad you're not a lawyer.

I couldn't believe

this was happening to me.

It was a complete nightmare.

But how could I get anyone to believe

me with that surveillance tape?

The guy was my exact double.

Something else was odd.

Something I didn't tell anyone.

I actually felt a strange connection to the robbery,

like I was there, even though I wasn't.

It wasn't the first time I had these feelings

in my life, images of criminal acts

that I had nothing to do with.

Or did I?

In the back of my mind, I wondered

if I might have blacked out and actually committed the robbery.

Maybe there were other crimes that I was involved in, too.

Maybe that's where these feelings came from.

I just brought a guy in that confessed

to that liquor store robbery.

Looks like you're off the hook.

I'd like to see him.

They say everybody's got a double.

I'd say that's yours.

It was the strangest thing.

He needed a shave, a haircut, and a bath,

but it was like looking at myself.

What's his name?

Jonas Adams.

Jonas Adams.

I found Jonas Adams's

social security number and was able to trace his history

back to the day he was born.

What I discovered changed the rest of our lives.

Who the hell are you?

My name's Earl Gallagher.

And I'm your twin brother.

What?

EARL GALLAGHER I told

Jonas about the amazing information

that I had uncovered.

We both came from the same mother who gave us up at birth.

I was the lucky one.

I was adopted right away and raised by loving parents.

Jonas told me that he was shuffled from one

foster home to another.

He suffered a lot of abuse.

One thing we both shared was an overwhelming feeling

that something was missing from our lives.

And now we know what it was.

I was able to get my brother a reduced sentence

and then helped him get a job and turn his life around.

So that's how it all turned out.

Now, tell me-- do you think this story could have

ever happened in Poughkeepsie?

Two brothers who never knew of the other's existence.

Obviously, they both inherited the genes necessary to grow up

as law-abiding citizens, yet each grew up

on opposite sides of the law.

So which is more powerful, environment or heredity?

Did This intriguing story of twins separated at birth

really happen?

And are you able to separate the most identical twins of them

all, fact and fiction?

DON LAFONTAINE We'll

tell you whether this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next-- mystery surrounds the meeting

of a trucker and a drifter on "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

In song and stories, they call it the long, lonesome highway.

And in fact, of all the problems truckers face on a long haul,

loneliness is the hardest to overcome.

That's why all these devices are found in most trucks

to help pass the time, keep the driver awake,

each designed to break the deep, dark curtain of solitude.

But sometimes the spirit cries out for human contact.

Big Joe is a trucker who is about to pick up drifter Johnny

Weber, a young man who relies on the kindness of strangers

to get him from police to place.

Johnny doesn't know it, but he's in for the strangest ride

of his life.

I'd been on my own since I was 14.

I couldn't stand the constant fighting at home,

so I took off and never looked back.

I ended up kicking around from town

to town, in and out of trouble.

I wasn't really bad.

I just never caught a break.

Didn't really know or care what state I was in.

All I knew was I didn't like the life I was leading.

But I didn't know how to change it.

I couldn't believe it.

I was about to get a ride, and I wasn't even hitchin'.

Hop in!

I'll tell you this--

it was one ride I'll never forget.

So how you doing, son?

You can call me Big Joe.

I'm Johnny, Johnny Weber.

Where you headed to, Johnny Weber?

I don't know.

Next town, I guess.

You're seeing the country, huh?

I guess.

Yeah, a lot of it to see.

Where do you call home?

I haven't had a home for a long time.

Man, you sound just like me when I was about your age.

I took off when I was 12.

I could not get along with my step dad.

My mom didn't care one way or the other.

Boy, I hated her back then.

I think I probably understand her little bit better now.

She just didn't want to be alone, that's all.

How about you?

Pretty much the same, a lot of drinking and fighting.

So I left.

Sounds like we got some things in common.

Well, nobody said life was going to be easy, did they, kid?

There was something about Big Joe

that I really liked.

I was never very talkative, but somehow he made talking easy.

I was able to tell him things I never told anyone.

What are you doing to make a living?

Just odd jobs.

Find anything you like yet?

Not really.

You will.

I wish I was as sure as you are.

Aw, I kicked around myself for a long time.

And one day out of the blue, somebody

offered me $100 to drive a big rig cross-country.

It changed my life.

Truck driving may not sound like much to some people,

but I love what I do.

That's great.

You're lucky.

We're all lucky, kid--

you, me, everybody.

We just need to realize it.

That's the hard part.

Need gas?

No, this is your stop, son.

I wouldn't mind just hanging out with you for a while.

Sorry, but I'm almost home.

This is where you get off.

Thanks for the ride.

Good luck to you, Johnny Weber.

I had to admit,

I was feeling kind of hurt inside.

I couldn't understand why Big Joe let me out of his truck

when he did.

Hello?

Anybody here?

For a quick second,

I thought about ripping off the cash register,

but something stopped me.

Help me!

Somebody help me!

Help me, please!

I can't breathe!

Don't worry.

I'll get you out of there.

Oh, god!

A jack, try the jack.

Jack's busted.

Hurry!

Get me out.

I tried to find something

I could use to lift the car.

but there was nothing.

And he wasn't going to last much longer.

I tried with all my might to lift it, but it wouldn't budge.

And that's when I saw him standing next to me.

, kid.

We can't lift it.

It's too heavy.

Come on, let's give it a try.

Come on.

Come on!

You're clear.

Now push yourself out.

You saved his life, kid.

How'd you do it?

Well, me and this trucker, we lifted the car by had.

Oh, a trucker.

You're kidding.

Yeah.

He dropped me off here, and for some reason,

he came back to help me.

His name was Big Joe.

Big Joe?

What'd he look like?

A huge guy, short, gray hair, mustache.

I mean, I never could have lifted it without him.

What's wrong?

There was a trucker, lived down the road.

His name was Big Joe Cunningham.

He had short, gray hair and a mustache.

About five years ago, a school bus full of kids

hit a patch of ice and skidded towards his rig.

He swerved to avoid them and ran off the road.

Kids survived, but he didn't make it.

He died saving those kids.

You sure the trucker who helped you was named Big Joe?

Maybe not.

That day changed my life.

I settled in a nearby town and got a job

driving big rigs cross-country.

I love what I do, just like Big Joe.

Did Johnny Weber meet up with another trucker who

fit the description of Big Joe?

If so, isn't it too much of a coincidence to think

he had the same name, too?

Was the spirit of Big Joe actually with Johnny,

helping him to lift the vehicle?

Johnny wasn't strong enough to lift it by himself.

Then again, people have been known to call upon superhuman

strength in times of crisis.

Is this story of the strange truck driver

based on an actual event, or are we taking

you down the wrong road again?

DON LAFONTAINE We'll

tell you whether this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a strange spirit invades a family

cookout on "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

What's more representative of the American fabric of life

these days than the outdoor barbecue?

It's a perfect opportunity for people

to come together to share food, exchange

stories, and relive memories.

The family in our story is about to have their yearly reunion,

different generations traveling hundreds of miles

to share the bonds of family spirit.

But at this barbecue, family spirit

will have a whole new meaning.

Every year at the end of August, my wife,

Clarissa, and I throw a family reunion

barbecue in our backyard.

Relatives from all over come to our house

to show off their kids, enjoy each other's company,

and eat food off the grill.

And believe me, our family can eat.

Hi.

Hi.

So how's that new BBQ coming?

- I'll be ready when you are. - Good.

This year was different.

We all tried to put on a happy face,

but the sudden passing of everyone's

favorite uncle, Harry, left us feeling pretty sad inside.

Harry was also the cook, and now I was wearing the apron.

Great looking barbecue, Evan.

Is that new?

Yeah.

It was a gift from Uncle Harry.

He bought it for us just before he died.

What a great guy.

Yep.

He was the best.

That's how it was all day, every one

of us thinking about Harry.

Aunt Ruthie!

Aunt Ruthie, be careful.

You're tossing salad all over the floor.

Oh, OK.

I'm done.

Well, there's plenty left.

Don't worry.

I'll be in the living room watching my soap.

You know, I already missed the first five minutes.

Oh, have little Jimmy bring me a plate when the food's ready.

You bet.

She'll never change.

Hut, hut!

Come on!

Here he comes.

Here he comes!

Here he comes!

You go down.

Go down there.

Evan, do you think you can take a time out

and make the barbecue, please?

Sorry.

I got caught up in the game.

Just make the barbecue, honey.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Should light right up.

Or maybe you should Ralphie for some help.

Well, did you read the directions?

Yes, I read the directions.

I just turn this valve.

I did that.

And then I push the button, and I should be in business.

But I'm not.

Well, listen, Evan.

Everyone's really hungry.

So maybe we should just get the other BBQ.

Yeah, maybe we should.

All right.

Whoa.

That was weird.

Well, maybe it just needed a little time or something.

Whatever.

Now we are in business.

Evan.

OK.

La, la, la.

Oh yeah.

That one's got my name on it.

Oh, yeah.

Look at these beauties.

This is a great grill.

You are doing a great job.

Uncle Harry would be proud of you.

Yeah.

I really do miss him.

I know.

We all miss him.

He was a wonderful man.

OK, everybody.

It's time to eat.

What is with this thing?

You know, I like mine medium rare.

Yeah, I know, Phil.

I'm making one special, just for you.

Oh, make it two. I'm starving.

OK.

Hey, what's with the grill?

I don't know.

It's just acting really strange.

Clarissa, call the fire department!

I'm going to get the hose!

OK, OK.

I got the hose.

I got the hose!

What the heck?

What?

What is that?

I don't know what to tell you.

Your barbecue here seems to be in perfect working order.

Perfect working order?

Well, how did flames jump six feet into the air?

I honestly don't know.

I don't know.

Maybe the wind fanned it.

It wasn't the wind.

It was unreal.

Wait!

Wait!

Don't anybody eat anything!

My soap's just been interrupted with a news bulletin.

There's an emergency recall for E. coli tainted hamburger meat.

And the number matches these packages

that were in the kitchen.

My god.

That fire saved us.

It wasn't the fire.

It was Uncle Harry.

Was the strange barbecue fire just an accident?

If so, then how do you explain the fact that the grill seemed

to be in perfect working order?

Or what about the mysterious behavior of the barbecue lid?

Could it be that Uncle Harry was watching over his family

and protecting them from the contaminated meat?

It's now up to you to answer whether this story

is fact or fiction.

And take your time.

We promise not to grill you.

DON LAFONTAINE We'll

tell you whether this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a move to a new house reveals unexpected danger

on "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

How many ways do you protect your own home?

There are devices available to warn you about smoke,

carbon monoxide, intruders.

But can a home ever be truly safe?

Devices can malfunction.

Batteries go dead.

What protects you then?

Is it luck, fate, or happenstance that

determines our true security?

The Miller family has just moved into a new residence.

And for the moment, all seems safe and sound.

But they're about to find out that security

may be just an illusion

JOYCE MILLER Fred and I

wanted to move out of the city and live

along the New England coast.

After a lot of searching, we finally

found the perfect house, just outside Boothbay Harbor.

Careful, honey.

I'm being extremely careful.

Careful.

Kristin was our only child,

and it was hard for her to leave all her friends behind.

But Fred and I agreed that the country was a much better

place to grow up than the city.

Really is a nice landscape.

I fell in love with an oil painting

that we found in the cellar.

It was signed by the original owner

of the house, Margaret Whitney.

She's beautiful.

Who's beautiful, Kristin?

The lady.

Is that a new imaginary friend?

I don't think so.

Don't worry, honey.

You are going to make lots of friends.

It just takes a little time.

OK?

I was beginning to feel

at home in our new house.

And I especially like the spot Fred picked for the painting.

It felt perfect.

There's a ton of firewood back there.

Where's Kristin?

In bed.

I told her you'd be up to kiss her goodnight.

Is she all right?

She misses her friends.

I think that's why she made up that imaginary playmate.

It'll take her some time to adjust.

She'll be fine.

How you doing?

I love the house.

I don't miss this city at all.

Yeah.

Me neither.

How did that happen?

- Oh, the wire must have broke. - No.

No, the wire's fine.

I don't know.

That's a good draft.

Must have just fallen off the nail or something.

JOYCE MILLER That night

I remember thinking about the painting and all the feelings

it seemed to cause that day and then that strange occurrence

when it fell off the wall.

I kept drifting in and out of sleep.

Save her.

Please, save her.

Joyce, save her.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Your little girl needs you.

Go to her.

Hurry.

What's wrong?

Who are you talking to?

Someone-- dear god, Kristen!

What's wrong?

Oh my god.

The house is on fire.

Where's Dad?

We're coming, honey!

Kristen!

Kristen!

Daddy!

Daddy!

It's OK. We're here.

hurry!

Like I was telling you folks, there's a lot of smoke damage,

but the structure's solid.

Wow, what a mess.

Yeah.

Lucky you got your little girl out when you did.

She's OK, isn't she?

Yeah, she's fine.

We dropped her off at school.

Didn't want her to see all of this.

Must have had an angel watching over you.

Yeah, we must have.

Hey, Fred.

I could barely recognize it.

It was charred from the fire.

Look at this.

It's the painting from the living room.

How'd it get in here?

Maybe one of my guys carried it up.

Don't know why they would.

What's this?

Oh my god.

That's the woman that warned me about the fire.

How could that be?

I don't know.

JOYCE MILLER The woman

in the painting was identified as Margaret

Whitney, the original owner of the house.

She had covered her self portrait

and painted the landscape over it.

We also learned that 50 years ago, a fire

swept throughout the house.

Margaret survived but couldn't save

her young daughter, who was the same age as our Kristin.

A few months after the fire, Margaret Whitney

died, having never recovered from the loss

of her little girl.

Was the house the Millers moved into really

possessed by the spirit of the original owner?

And did her spirit finally find peace after saving

the Miller's daughter?

Or was the daughter actually saved by a mother's

intuitive dream?

By the way, nobody in the Miller household

recalls moving the painting up into Kristin's room.

So how did it get there?

How do you judge this story of the mysterious lady

found under the painting?

Is it reality or just another cover-up?

DON LAFONTAINE Next, you'll

find out which of our stories are fact

and which are fiction when "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction" returns.

Now it's time to find out which of our stories

are inspired by actual events and which

ones are totally made up.

How did you judge the story of the man whose

first wife's spirit kept reappearing

in the bodies of other women?

Fact or fiction?

How's my little darlin', huh?

Oh, that wing's getting better every day.

Yeah.

Pretty soon you're going to be leaving us.

But I hate to see you go.

Hey, you OK?

You OK?

Yeah.

Nothing really.

If you guessed this one was true, we got ya.

This story was made up by a writer.

What was your opinion of the tale of mistaken identity

and a long-lost twin?

I just brought a guy in that confessed

to that liquor store robbery.

Looks like you're off the hook.

I'd like to see him.

They say everybody's got a double.

I'd say that's yours.

If you thought this one was inspired by an actual event,

you're right.

A similar incident happened to a pair of twins in the New

York area in the early '80s.

Now let's look back at the ghost of the dead truck

driver who gave a young man a new lease on life.

True or false?

kid.

We can't lift it. It's too heavy.

Come on.

Let's give it a try. Come on.

Come on.

You're clear.

Now push yourself out.

If you think this was a story that was

rooted in facts, not this time.

It's an urban legend.

Let's look back at the family reunion

saved from disaster by a mysterious barbecue grill.

Reality or falsehood?

Hey, what's will the grill?

It's acting really strange.

Clarissa, call the fire department!

I'm going to get the hose!

OK, OK, I got the hose!

I got the hose!

Did you think our research uncovered this story is real?

You're right.

It shows it happened to a family in the Florida area

in the late '80s.

Let's take another look at the ghostly woman

who sent two parents a warning message that

saved a little girl's life.

Your little girl needs you. Go to her.

Hurry.

What's wrong?

Who are you talking to?

Someone-- dear god, Kristin.

What's wrong?

Oh my god.

Did you think this one really happened?

According to our research, a similar event

did take place in the farm country

of the American Northeast.

How accurate was your point of view tonight?

Were you able to judge which stories were false

and which were inspired by actual events?

It's a challenge that's beset by many obstacles,

because dishonesty and deception are

often difficult to recognize.

And the more we're confronted with truth,

the more we realize that it's very often beyond belief.

I'm Jonathan Frakes.

The stories entitled "Positive ID"

and "Cookout" are true, based upon firsthand research

conducted by author Robert Trailheads For "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction," this is Don LaFontaine.