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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."

Observe.

A perfectly shaped square.

We set it spinning, and now it's a perfectly

shaped spinning square.

But let's change our perspective and see what happens.

By carefully blocking out certain parts

of the spinning square, it now appears

to have a pulsating effect, almost breathing in and out.

Of course, it's only an illusion.

Tonight, you will be asked to perceive which of our stories

are real and which are illusion.

We'll tell you the answers at the end of the show.

In the meantime, be careful how you look at each story.

Make sure we're not covering up some vital information.

For what seems to be pulsating with

lies may just be truth with a spin on it.

In the game of blackjack, it's you against the dealer.

You both keep getting cards until you're close to where

you end up with 21 points.

The skill comes in knowing when to stop.

Would you like another card?

How about another one?

Your total is now 17.

Do you want to draw another card?

Dale Blanken is a professional dealer

for an underground card club.

He understands well the odds of the game.

As an expert, he'd recommend that you hold with 17,

but Dale's world is about to change,

and the odds are he's in for a very strange deal.

21.

Observe a typical client of an underground card club.

Our story is not about him, but he represents thousands

of people in cities across the country where illegal gambling

thrives in the underground.

It attracts all kinds, suckers, rounders, and very often

people with something to hide.

I can't believe I won all this.

In this club, it

is the dealer, Dale Blanken who is one of those people

with something to hide.

Something strange was happening at Dale Blanken's table

this night.

Usually, in the games that Dale Blanken runs, the house wins.

But tonight, something very unusual is going on.

While everyone else seemed to be losing,

one player was on a winning streak.

A young soldier was doubling up and winning hand after hand.

His attitude was that of a man who knew he was

going to win no matter what.

Army wins again.

You're having a good night, kid. I guess

I picked a lucky table.

Blackjack.

I mean, it's like I just can't lose.

Everybody loses eventually.

Not us, Dale.

We make a good team.

What are you talking about?

Larry Schmidt owned the club.

It was his money Blanken was losing.

Everything all right over here?

Yeah, fine, Larry.

Everything's fine.

Army's on a winning streak, that's all.

Take a break.

I might as well quit while I'm ahead.

Dale knew the owner was not a man to cross,

and the soldier was making it look

like Dale was in on some scheme to cheat the house.

You look like you're having a rough night.

I'm fine.

Dale Blanken had one hope.

And that was never to see that soldier again.

Hey, Dale, how you doing?

I got something for you.

Whatever you've got, I don't want.

It's five grand.

It's your end, take it.

I don't want that.

What are you trying to do?

You earned it, it's your cut.

Dale checked the soldier's name tag.

Shaltow.

Who are you?

What's your game?

You're the one with the games, Dale.

You remember George and Evelyn Shaltow?

Who?

Yeah, it's hard to keep track of the names, isn't it?

There's so many people you ripped off.

I never ripped anybody off.

You scammed hundreds of senior citizens out

of their life savings, Dale.

You're out of your mind.

No, I'm not.

George and Evelyn are my parents.

And it's payback time.

See you at the table.

Dale Blanken had a past life

as head of a crooked telemarketing business

that swindled senior citizens.

The soldier's parents must have been two of his victims.

Blanken returned to the blackjack table.

It was getting late, and there wasn't much action.

But then one player walked over to sit down.

Hey, buddy.

Can't quit now.

We're on a roll.

Get out of here.

Like, go play poker, I don't want you here.

Good act, Dale, but then again,

you always were good at lying weren't you?

My parents bought the whole thing.

Go away.

Leave me alone. - I can't.

We have to keep playing.

That's the deal we made, remember?

Is there a problem here?

No, sir.

No problem.

I was just leaving.

What's that cash doing there?

I don't know.

I mean, it wasn't here a minute ago.

Larry, the soldier is setting me up.

And why would he do that?

I don't know.

If you're running a scam on me, you're going down.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I understand, but I'm not scamming you, I swear.

Then you got nothing to worry about, do you?

Dale had one prized possession, his car.

And right now, a drive will do him good.

Private First Class Shaltow.

How'd he get in here?

Oh, man.

I warned you, Blanken.

Nobody cheats me.

No, Larry, this is a setup.

OK?

That soldier Shaltow, he's trying to frame me.

Look, he left his dog tags, you see?

- Get out of the car. - Take your money.

I don't want it.

Let's take a walk.

All right, Larry, Larry, Larry, listen.

Listen to me.

Larry, you've got to believe me, man.

He played us both, the Shaltow played us both.

Just walk.

I'm telling you, man, he played us both.

Dale Blanken died that night.

Larry Smith never found the soldier.

Then he checked with the Army.

According to military records, Private Bruce Shaltow

died 25 years ago in Vietnam.

Did this story really happen?

How could the soldier have gotten into Dale's locked car

without setting off the alarm?

Was he an expert at disarming security devices?

And how did he learn to beat the house at 21 every time?

Was he employing some elaborate card

counting system, the kind banned by major casinos?

Or as our story suggests, was he a ghostly spirit out

for revenge against a heartless con man.

Have we presented a story based on actual fact,

or have we stacked the deck against you?

We'll tell you whether this story

is true or false at the end of our show.

Next, a cab driver takes a killer for a ride on "Beyond

Belief, Fact or Fiction."

What's the right tip for services provided?

In a restaurant, people say you should leave 15% to 20%.

But what if the service was wonderful

and the food was terrible or vise versa?

How much do you leave then?

Anything at all?

Waiters aren't the only ones who live by the tip.

The same is true bellmen, valet parkers,

and, of course, taxi drivers.

Floyd Cummings has been depending on tips a lot lately.

And they're not coming as fast as big as he'd like.

But Floyd has an appointment the unexplainable,

and he'd better hurry, because the meter is running

I've been driving a cab three days

a week to help pay my college tuition.

The times when business is slow, I catch up on my homework.

It's one of the valuable skills I picked up as a kid,

learning to read and drive at the same time.

It's not easy money, but I took the job because of the tips.

Most people are good tippers, but there are

the ones that just give you the price on the meter.

$10.00 it is.

Thanks for nothing, cheapskate.

That's why I just installed the insultater.

It's my little revenge against the penny

pinchers of the world.

But no matter how bad a day I'm having,

I can always count on a pick-me-up from my girlfriend,

Sally.

Hey, triple nonfat latte.

You're the best.

Hey, what is that?

No tip?

You saving your money for a facelift?

I can't believe you, Floyd.

What?

Oh, come on, Sal.

What?

No one deserves to be insulted like that.

When they don't give me a tip, isn't that an insult?

Listen up, folks, we just got a call

from the police department.

They want us to keep a lookout for a white male in his 40s

wearing a dark suit.

They think he may be traveling by cab.

He's considered extremely dangerous.

All I'm saying is, You don't know anything

about the people in your cab.

They could have just lost their job,

or their wife could have just left them.

Have a nice day, sir.

See?

Is that so tough?

It's not so tough to leave a tip either.

Saint Christopher, the patron Saint of travelers

will protect you from everything,

except maybe your attitude.

Maybe Sally's right.

Maybe I should just lose the insultater

and put up the Saint Christopher medal instead.

Then I'd lose the thrill of seeing these cheap faces

after they've been zapped.

Oh, at least this guy's got a suit.

Maybe he's got some money to spend.

I'm hoping I won't have to use the insultater on this guy.

He looks weird.

Hey, where to, buddy?

This is turning into a pretty long ride.

That'll be $12.60, sir.

$13, that's a $0.40 tip.

OK insultater, do your stuff.

You're so cheap, you wouldn't even pay a compliment.

I don't feel good about this one.

The guy seemed really hurt.

And that suit, it must have been 20 years old.

Well, maybe Sally's right, I don't want to fight.

Neither do I.

Look, I'll get rid of it.

It's not the machine you need to get rid of.

I knew what she meant.

What I need to get rid of is the chip on my shoulder.

Sally was always right.

210 Westside Drive.

No problem.

What?

I don't have all day.

I could have sworn I put that thing in the glove compartment.

You go to Bertram College?

Hey, yeah, how'd you guess?

Your cap.

Oh, yeah, I'm taking political science.

I think you should be taking driver's ed.

Yeah, me and everybody else on the road, huh?

You know, driving's like life, you can blame everybody else

when things go wrong or you can concentrate on doing

the right thing yourself.

Oh, brother.

You say something?

I said, here we are.

That will be $26.00 even.

I couldn't wait to see what the old philosopher was

going to tip.

I should've known, exactly the price on the meter.

Something wrong?

Did I give you the wrong amount?

Oh, no, sir.

You gave me exactly the right amount.

Because I hate short changing people.

That was it.

This guy deserved an insult.

It's been a pleasure serving you.

Have a wonderful day.

How nice.

You know, a few kind words makes all the difference

in this troubled world.

May the sun shine on you always.

We've been tracking this guy since he escaped from the state

pen a couple of weeks ago.

He's been on a killing spree.

You're a lucky man.

I'll say I am.

Or is it more than just luck?

What's the explanation here?

Why did the insult machine suddenly give complements,

and at just the right time?

Was it switched by Floyd's girlfriend, Sally?

Or maybe it was Sally's Saint Christopher medal

that was somehow protecting and controlling

the entire situation.

Remember, when judging whether this story is true or false,

you're on your own.

You'll be getting no tips from us.

We'll tell you whether this story

is true or false at the end of our show.

Next, a Baker learns the recipe for murder

on "Beyond Belief, Fact or Fiction."

Do you have a sweet tooth?

Do you walk by displays like this

and begin to fantasize about the delights offered within.

Cakes are more than just a delicious way to end a meal.

They become a symbol for celebration,

family, and friendship.

Dom Desotos is a world class baker.

Cakes are his specialty.

To him, every customer is important.

But Dom is about to be given an assignment by his new boss bake

a cake for someone Dom does not like.

And before this cake comes out of the oven.

Dom will have to decide whether to stand the heat,

get out of the kitchen with his life.

I've been working for Duncan's

Bakery for the past 15 years.

I took great pride in my job.

It was a wonderful place to work, only

a few doors from my apartment.

Hey, hey, hey, Dominick, my favorite baker.

How's your buns?

But everything changed when the owner, Martin Duncan

Sr., died suddenly of a heart attack,

and his son Martin Jr. took over the family business.

Give me a few minutes, Tina.

I have some business to talk over with Dom.

Have an eclair.

I don't want an eclair, Marty.

You know I'm watching my weight.

Suit yourself.

Go wait in the car.

I never liked Martin Jr.

I don't know anybody who did.

As far as I was concerned, he was

just a young punk in a silk suit who treated everyone like dirt.

He was an insult to his father's memory.

Mmm.

That is a good piece of bread, Dominick.

But don't you go asking for a raise.

I'm not asking for anything.

That's what I like about you.

You know your place.

I need you to bake up something special for me.

I'm throwing a party for Auggie Bennett.

You know who he is?

Yeah, he's a big shot.

That's good.

Big shot.

Shot Augustus Bennett just happens to be the most powerful

man on the whole East Coast.

He's a friend of mine.

We do favors for each other.

You understand.

It's your business.

That's a good attitude.

It'll keep you healthy.

Look, I need a cake.

I want you to create a masterpiece.

How big?

Big enough to feed 100 people.

Is it his birthday?

It's not his birthday.

It's a personal matter.

I took care of something for him,

and we're going to celebrate.

Just start baking.

I need it first thing tomorrow morning.

OK.

Yeah, he was a punk, all right.

But he gave me an assignment, and I was set to carry it out.

And I was thinking if there was somebody I like less

than that punk, Martin Jr., it was the guy I was baking

the cake for, Auggie Bennett.

He gave the good people in our neighborhood a bad name.

But I had a job to do so it was time to light the oven.

I was about to go in the back when I

first heard this strange sound.

I figured it was just the metal expanding

from the intense heat, even though I'd never heard any

of it sound like that before.

Mmm, that's good.

I couldn't get Martin Jr.'s words out of my head.

What kind of favor did he do for Auggie Bennett?

It made it seem like he killed somebody.

I didn't want to think about that.

What the-- I knew what I had to do next.

So I did it.

So what'd you get me down here for?

Why couldn't you just tell me what it was over the phone?

I-- I can't finish the cake.

What are you talking about?

Why not?

I saw--

I saw the face of the devil in the oven.

You what?

The devil's in the oven.

Really?

Is that a fact?

What?

What's he doing there?

It's not warm enough in hell?

You get back in there, you finish my cake right now

or you're fired.

I can't do that.

There's something evil in that oven.

You get out of here, and you don't come back.

I'll bake the stinking cake myself.

What's the big deal?

I came home to my apartment and told my wife,

Sonia, what had happened.

The devil's face in the oven?

It's a warning, that's what it is, Dom.

I don't know what it is.

All I know is I can't work for that man anymore.

It's OK, Dom.

Honey, you're a good baker.

You'll get another job.

Come here.

Dom, I think I know what Martin Jr. Did for that Mr. Bennett.

How could you know that, Sonia?

It's right here on the front page.

Look.

Crime Lord Jake Phillips burns to death in car bombing.

Bennett crime family blamed.

That's him.

That's the face I saw in the oven.

Hello.

Yeah, he's right here.

What?

Dom, it's Connie.

She says there's smoke coming from the bakery.

I gotta go.

Dom, be careful.

He's on his way.

The last person in the bakery

was Martin Jr. I figured he must have burned his cake.

Oh, god.

Martin.

There, baked inside the cake, was Martin Duncan, Jr.

Evidence was eventually discovered

that Martin Duncan, Jr. did indeed murder

crime boss Jake Phillips.

Was Martin Jr.'s bizarre death a classic example

of gangland retaliation?

But how do you explain the image Dom says he saw in the oven?

Is it an optical illusion, or a warning

from the soul of a violent crime boss out

to avenge his own fiery death?

Does this story seemed to contain the recipe

for truth or is it simply another half-baked lie.

We'll tell whether this story

is true or false at the end of our show.

Next, a young thief needs his lucky charm

to avoid jail on "Beyond Belief, Fact or Fiction."

There is no more responsible position in our society

than that of Judge.

It's a job that takes the wisdom of Solomon,

the patience of Job, and the common sense of Mark Twain.

It's no wonder the Judges we have admired through history

have been a perfect combination of strictness and compassion.

Troy Crane is about to face Judge Waters.

Troy has never appeared before a Judge before,

and Judge Waters has never had a case like this before.

The final verdict is anybody's guess.

And now the audience will come to order

because the court of things "Beyond Belief" is in session.

Troy Crane was a senior at the local high school

in Butte, Montana.

He got along well with the other kids,

but lately Troy had developed a bad habit.

When he saw something he wanted, he'd simply take it.

Troy thought he could get away with anything

as long as he had his lucky amulet, but he was wrong.

That's him.

That's him.

That's the punk that robbed me! I'm positive.

What are you talking about, man?

I didn't do nothing.

You smashed my case and stole a gold watch

right out of my store, and there it is right on your wrist.

You're crazy, old man.

Oh, yeah.

You're going to jail for a very long time, you young punk.

Says you?

Yeah, says me.

On the day of Troy's court hearing,

Troy brought along two things, his lucky amulet which

was tucked under his shirt and his mother who had raised

him alone since he was a child.

You OK, Mom?

This is all a mistake.

It never should have happened.

I know.

All rise.

His mother believed in Troy,

because this was the first time he was

ever in this kind of trouble.

Be seated.

Mr. Troy Crane, you're charged with grand larceny, a felony.

I consider this a very serious crime, young man.

Your Honor, may I speak, please.

I'm his mother.

You may, ma'am.

I just wanted to say that Troy's my only child,

and I've tried to raise him right.

I'm sure you've checked and can see

that he doesn't have a record.

That's correct, but these charges cannot be ignored,

ma'am.

I know, and I'm so sorry, Your Honor, for my son's behavior.

This is the first time he's ever done anything like this,

and he'll never do it again.

I swear.

I wish I could share

your confidence, Mrs. Crane.

There's something else, Judge.

I know this is going to be hard to believe,

but the watch that he's accused of stealing is really his.

Mom, what are you saying?

Quiet in this court.

Please explain.

I never told my son, but I was planning on surprising him

with it on his 18th birthday.

He never had a watch.

And so I was making payments on that very one

for the past eight months.

I should have told my son.

He pointed the watch out to me a long time ago when

we were together at the mall.

I was going to pick it up this weekend.

So you see, my son took his own watch.

If what you're telling me is true,

Mrs. Crane, it would have a dramatic impact on this case.

It's all true, sir.

I would do anything to keep my son out of jail,

but I wouldn't lie for him.

The owner of the jewelry store has

agreed to drop all charges if I pay

for the glass case Troy broke.

Of course I'll do that.

Please, sir, let me take my boy home.

You're a very lucky young man to have a mother

who cares for you like this.

I know, Your Honor.

I am lucky.

If it wasn't for your mother's sacrifices, and the love she's

shown in this court today, I'm quite certain you'd

be facing a jail term.

I know, Your Honor.

I made a big mistake.

I'm sorry.

I'll never do it again.

I'm inclined to work out an agreement

with the district attorney.

Thank you.

Thank you.

God bless you.

Troy felt he was off the hook

thanks to his mother's heartfelt plea,

and, of course, his lucky amulet.

What's going on?

What is that on the floor?

Oh, nothing, Your Honor.

It's just my good luck charm.

My hands must be wet.

I can't seem to get a hold of it.

Bailiff, I'd like to see that.

What happened next,

no one in that courtroom will ever forget.

A strong chain has no weak links.

May we be together forever.

What's going on here?

This gold amulet was a gift from me to my wife.

It was ripped off her neck two weeks

ago by a young assailant who I now

realize fits your description.

It was a brutal attack that left a permanent scar

around her neck.

Yeah, but I didn't do it.

I think you did.

And I think you misled everyone in this courtroom, especially

your mother.

Attorneys approach the bench.

Because of my personal involvement in this case,

I'm forced to disqualify myself as Judge.

However, Mr. Clark I want to file

new charges against this man.

Felony assault and robbery.

Bailiff, take him away.

Hey, I didn't do it, man.

After being identified by Judge Daniel Waters' wife,

Troy Crane was found guilty of felony assault and robbery.

He is now serving out his sentence at the Youth Authority

Farm in Bozeman, Montana.

His mother visits every week.

What really happened here?

How do you explain the chain breaking

at the exact wrong time for Troy Crane?

Was it just a coincidence or was fate

tipping the scales of justice?

In the end, the criminal was punished,

because the links of a chain pulled apart

when you he least expected it.

Is this story based on an actual event

or are we just pulling your chain?

We'll tell you whether this story

is true or false at the end of our show.

Next, a curse turns a beautiful woman ugly on "Beyond

Belief, Fact or Fiction."

We've all heard expressions like, "beauty

is in the eye of the beholder," and "beauty is only skin deep."

Yet the beauty business as a $100 billion a year industry.

Every day consumers are bombarded

with countless choices of creams powders lipsticks lotions

all in the name of beauty.

Jocelyn Marshall was once proud of her looks.

She was not so much conceited as she was consumed.

But things changed for Jocelyn.

Like many her age, she feels she's lost her looks.

She's just invited a famous cosmetic surgeon

to her home to see if he can change her face.

At the moment she is so ashamed of her appearance

that she's hiding her face with heavy creams and lotions.

But the doctor is about to uncover the terrifying truth.

As a cosmetic surgeon, I don't usually visit patients at home,

but Jocelyn Marshall sounded desperate over the phone,

so I made an exception.

She told me she would never leave

the house until the problem with her face was solved.

I had no idea what to expect.

Her bedroom was nicely furnished with various photos

of a once pretty woman I assumed was Jocelyn.

But what did her face look like now?

And why was she turned away from me?

Is this you?

It used to be.

But that person doesn't exist anymore.

Well, what happened?

Did you have an accident?

No, this wasn't an accident.

This was done to me on purpose.

It was going to be a special occasion for me.

So I made an appointment with a makeup artist named Nicole.

Everyone in my circle was talking about her.

I have two treatments.

A day of beauty makeover for $500 or an ultra glow

enhancement for $100.

Well, I certainly don't need to makeover, so for $100 just

try to make me look even more glamorous.

Whatever you wish.

So what's the occasion?

My boyfriend plans to propose to me this afternoon.

What a lucky man.

Oh, yes, he is.

I finally found someone who loves me for who I am

and not just for my beauty.

I'm sure that's been difficult.

My looks have always been a handicap.

Until I met Ron I never met anyone

who truly appreciated me.

OK, now I'll finish the eyes.

Close them, please.

Don't overdo them.

I won't.

My eyes are among my best features.

They're a mirror to one's soul.

Really?

Well, I think my entire face is a mirror to my soul.

You may be right.

Now you can relax while the foundation sets.

Would you care for some tea, a nice herbal tea?

No, nothing.

I wouldn't want to smear anything.

All right.

Miss Sleeping Beauty, are you ready to meet

your Prince Charming?

I can't believe I've been here all this time.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god, what have you done to me?

I look awful.

No, you look fantastic, gorgeous.

Are you kidding me?

I looked better when I walked in here.

OK, calm down. I can redo it.

I can make in any way that you want.

Just forget it.

You're totally inept.

You wasted my time.

You expect me to waste more time while you

attempt to fix this mess?

Excuse me, nobody has ever talked to me this way.

Maybe they were pretty to begin with, so what would

they know.

But I'll let them know.

I'll tell everyone just how clumsy you are.

You'll never have another customer.

You are a vain and stupid woman.

Pay the bill and get out!

What are you, crazy?

I will not pay a dime.

In fact, if you've done anything to harm my face,

I'll come back here with a lawyer

and take this place from you.

How dare you threaten me in my own shop.

You're shallow and you're self-absorbed.

I curse you.

I curse you with the mirror of your soul.

Perhaps you had an allergic reaction

to the makeup she used.

No, doctor, I came home and removed

what was left of her makeup I applied my own makeup myself.

By the time Ron arrived I looked beautiful again.

Jocy, I've been thinking about our marriage plans.

Oh, so have I. I've been looking

at some European designers, and I'm sure I'll make the cover

of Summer Bride magazine.

And I want to call it off.

What are you talking about?

It's just that I've noticed some qualities in you

that I've never seen before.

You've changed.

I'm sure it was then that the curse began.

Look me in the face and tell me you don't love me anymore.

I can't.

I just can't.

I was in shock.

I couldn't believe anything could go so wrong.

Later that evening after Ron left,

I went to look in the mirror.

Oh, oh, I'm hideous!

When I first saw my face in the salon,

it was merely unattractive.

Now it had grown grotesquely ugly.

No wonder Ron turned away.

For the very first time, I believed I had been cursed.

I was repulsive to look at.

This is Nicole's Salon.

We're on vacation for the summer.

See you after Labor Day.

You can leave a message at the beep.

No, no you can't be closed.

No.

This is Jocelyn Marshall.

Look, I'm sorry about all the terrible things

I said, but Nicole, you have to remove this curse.

Please You have to help me.

I can't live with this face.

Please.

Please.

Weeks went by and Nicole never returned my phone calls.

My face was ruined I tried all these creams, nothing worked.

Jocelyn, plastic surgery may be the answer for you.

May I examine your face?

Yes, please, you're my last hope.

I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can

see that can be done for you.

I'm horrible.

Why can't you help me?

In your case, I'm afraid that plastic surgery

is not an option.

What do you think happened here?

Was Jocelyn really cursed by the beautician?

If her face was still beautiful, why did she see

herself in the mirror as ugly?

Was it simply her imagination that led Jocelyn to believe

her face was hideous or was she somehow looking into her soul

and seeing the ugliness that existed there?

Do you think this story of vanity and revenge

bears the face of truth or have we concocted

one beautiful whopper?

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 look back at our stories

and find out which are inspired by actual events

and which are works of fiction.

How did you judge the story of the blackjack dealer

with the crooked past?

Was this one based on an actual event?

Who are you?

What's your game?

You're the one with the games, Dale.

Remember George and Evelyn Shaltow?

Who?

Yeah, it's hard to keep track of the names, isn't it?

There's so many people you ripped off.

I never ripped anybody off.

You scammed hundreds of senior citizens

out of their life savings.

If you thought this story of a son's revenge was true,

we gave you a raw deal.

It's a hoax.

How about the story of the taxi driver

who decided to insult his cheap customers, but was

saved by a twist of fate.

True or false?

Triple nonfat latte.

You're the best.

Hey, what is that?

No tip?

You saving your money for a facelift?

If you thought this one was based on an actual event,

we took you for a ride.

This one is absolute fiction.

What about the story of the baker and the deadly cake?

How did you judge this one?

The devil's in the oven.

Really?

Is that a fact?

What? What's he doing there?

It's not warm enough in hell?

You get back in there, you finish my cake right now

or you're fired.

I can't do that.

There's something evil in that oven.

Did our research show this was inspired by an actual event.

Yes, it did.

A similar event happened in the Chicagoland area.

The story of a first-time offender

who was hiding his true criminal nature from the judge.

What was your verdict on this one?

What's going on?

What is that on the floor?

If you thought this one was a figment of our writer's

imagination, you were right. It never happened.

Now let's take another look at the vain woman

who fell victim to a curse that ruined

her life, fact or fiction?

I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can

see that can be done for you.

This story of a tortured soul is

based on an actual experience that happened near the Florida

Gulf Stream area.

So how accurate was your radar tonight?

Were you able to zero in on the signals of truth?

Or were you lured astray by the camouflage of lies?

One thing is certain.

In searching for the truth, we are bound to discover answers

that are "Beyond Belief".

I'm Jonathan Frakes.

The stories entitled

The Cake and The Mirror of Truth are true

based on firsthand research conducted

by author Robert Traylens.

For "Beyond Belief, Fact or Fiction,"

this is Don LaFontaine.