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The world of the real and the
unreal is a fascinating one.

NARRATOR: "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction"
hosted by James Brolin.

We live in a world where
the real and the unreal

live side by side,
where substance

is disguised as illusion,
and the only explanations

are unexplainable.

Will you be able to
separate stories of truth

from fantasy tonight?

To do so, you must break through
the web of your experience

and open your mind to
things "Beyond Belief."

This is a Chinese
bronze mirror.

Its origins go back to
before the time of Christ.

One side is a polished
mirror, the other side

a detailed design.

But when you shine
it on the surface,

the image on the back side is
projected through the mirror.

Now how could things
like this happen?

Tonight's stories ask
the same question of you.

How can these tales of
the impossible happen.

Some of our stories
did happen and were

inspired by actual events.

Others are plots
of pure fiction.

At the end of our show, we'll
tell you which are which.

And by the way, in our stories
inspired by actual events,

we've changed names,
dates, and some details,

but we have kept one thing the
reflection of strange truth.

A marriage of convenience
is a term reserved

for the upper crust of society.

It implies people who
aren't really in love,

but stay married for
reasons of appearance,

finance, material things, like,
expensive silver candlesticks.

And to be really good at such
a marriage requires deceit.

Well, John was very
good at deceit.

In fact, there's a
homicide detective

who will tell you that
John was truly the type

who could get away with murder.

DETECTIVE: The Fender murder
was my 52nd homicide case.

Alison Fender was
a wealthy heiress

from a family whose name
you'll find frequently

on hospitals and colleges.

Good night, Woofy.

DETECTIVE: Alison
spent lots of evenings

alone with guys like Johnny
Walker and Jack Daniels.

Her husband, John, always seemed
to find a reason to disappear

three or four nights a week.

But tonight, Alison was going to
tell him to disappear for good.

Hello, darling.

How are you this evening?

I'm really tired.

I think I'm going to go
upstairs and go to bed early.

See you soon.

Perhaps you'd like to explain
these credit card receipts

from the Capitol Hotel.

Oh, they were for
the entertaining

I had to do for your
foundation last week.

Oh, and I'm certain
you were alone.

Alison darling,
that was always

part of our understanding.

No, there was
no understanding.

I will not have you make
a fool out of me, John.

And I will not
be told what to do.

You will when I'm
paying the bills.

Alison, you must be
really tired tonight.

Let's talk about this
tomorrow morning, shall we?

I've made a decision.

I see you're drinking again.

And I'm sure you don't
want to say or do anything

you'll regret in the morning.

No, no, no.

It won't work this time, John.

I'm filing for divorce.

Alison, darling,
darling, don't you

know how much I love you?

That I would do
anything for you.

Anything.

In all the years
we were together,

did you ever, for just a
moment, think about me?

Always.

I always thought
about you first.

Not as a wife.

I'm not blind, John.

I've been financing
your affairs for years.

And I won't do it anymore.

Alison, you can't
really mean that.

I'll do or say anything tonight.

No, John, it's over.

It can't be over.

We're joined at
the hip, remember?

Not anymore.

Have you forgotten?

I'm president of your company.

You're fired.

I'm also chairman
of your foundation.

Not for long.

After tomorrow, you're nobody.

John.

What are you doing?

No, John.

No, don't do it!

John, no!

Say goodnight, Alison.

DETECTIVE: It was about 10:00
PM when the maid came back.

Mrs. Fender, I'm back.

Madam?

Madam, is there anything you--

Ohhh!

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

DETECTIVE: Then it was my
turn to arrive on the scene.

How long have you
worked for the Fenders?

MAID: Next June, it will
be 17 year, since the madam

married Mr. Fender.

And where's Mr.
Fender tonight?

MAID: I don't know, sir.

He's seldom home in the evening.

I can't believe she's gone.

I know this is tough for
you, but I just need to ask you

one more question, all right?

Would you say the Fenders
were happily married?

They're polite to each other.

Mr. Fender has

A separate life.

Margaret, what's happened?

Oh, Mr. Fender.

Mr. Fender, I, uh,
I'm very sorry, sir.

My god.

Alison.

How?

We think it was a burglary.

The patio doors were broken,
and we think he got it that way.

And there might have
been a struggle.

There was a necklace
broken, pearls

were scattered around the room.

We're going to need
you later, sir,

to go through her
effects to make

sure nothing else is missing.

Alison.

Sir, I know this
is very difficult.

But now is not the
time to see her.

OK.

I'm very sorry, sir, but
I'm going to have to ask

you some questions, all right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Want to sit down?

Were there any problems
in your relationship?

Problems?

I don't understand
your question.

I'm sorry I have to keep
asking these questions,

sir, but let me put
it to you another way.

Would you say you
had a good marriage?

Yes, we were inseparable.

And, of course, you already
said you were out all evening,

and there's someone
who can verify that.

Yes!
Yes.

Yes.

For the hundredth time.

Sorry, sir, I know this
is difficult for you,

but let me let me just
ask you one more thing.

I really want you to think
about this, all right?

Is there anyone you
can think of who

might want to hurt your wife?

No.

Everyone loved Alison.

She didn't have an
enemy in the world.

Why would anyone want to
do something like that?

Oh, I don't know, sir.

There's been a lot of
burglaries in this neighborhood

in the last couple of months.

But, you know I find
this really strange.

What's strange?

If the perpetrator came
in through this door,

you know, he'd have to
come across the garden,

you'd think that
there'd be some dirt.

But there's nothing.
Not a speck.

Will that be all, detective?

I've had a very trying day.

Of course, I understand.

Don't you worry.

We'll catch whoever
did this to your wife.

I really appreciate
that, detective.

Thank you.

I don't need to
show you out, do I?

Thank you.

I was bluffing with
that line about the dirt

from the outside,
and he knew it.

I had nothing on him.

I was going to have to
look for someone else

and close the book
on John Fender.

Woofy, good night, Woofy.

PARROT: John, don't do it.

John, no.

John, don't do it.

No.

No.

Don't do it.

What do you know?

The bird was a stool pigeon.

Could this story
really happen?

Would a hardened
police investigator

really put any weight on the
squawking of a talking bird?

Then, again, one of the most
highly publicized murder trials

of all time
presented an argument

based upon the mournful
wail of an Akita dog.

Was our story based on
an actual event or simply

a clever piece of fiction?

NARRATOR: Was this
story true or false?

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

Next a diner where the
special of the day is murder.

On "Beyond Belief,
Fact or Fiction."

Signs like these are all
too common on our streets

these days.

Does anyone actually ever
think of inviting the people

who hold these signs to dinner?

Well, our next story is about
a couple who did just that.

You see they had compassion
for the homeless.

Of course, one man's compassion
is another man's poison.

JAKE: That's my wife, Lizzie,
the most kind-hearted woman

in the world.

I guess that's why I
never told her the truth

about our son, Bradley.

Shoo.

Horace, shoo.

JAKE: I got the letter saying
that Bradley was killed

in action over 25 years ago.

I never showed it to Lizzie.

She still thinks he
graduated college and then

forgot all about his parents.

That's what I want her to think.

The truth would kill her.

There, that's what it needed.

Sorry, not open.

We close at 9:00 on Sunday.

Come back tomorrow.

Well, they must be smelling
that good roast we've got going,

which I'd better check on.

JAKE: Besides we both had
something to live for now,

our master plan.

Come on, come on,
come on in here.

Come on, come on,
don't be afraid.

Lizzie, looked so happy when
I brought the young man in.

Well, well, who
have we tonight?

Lizzie, this here is Kyle.

Kyle.

What a lovely name.

Didn't our Bradley have a friend
in junior hockey league named

Kyle?

Yeah, only it was a
surname I think, Kyle.

I expected Lizzie
to bring up Bradley.

She always did.

Oh, it'll warm him
up inside, you see.

He's been sleeping under a sofa,
a thrown out sofa in the alley.

Poor thing.

You just make
yourself comfortable.

Jake will get you warmed
up on the outside,

while I look after
those insides.

She's a peach, huh?

You know, we've been married
52 years this spring.

Well, well, well,
she did it again.

Ever see something
look that nice?

That's parsley all around.

I don't even do this
for the customers.

JAKE: She doesn't.

I'll get the potatoes.

LIZZIE: Thank you, sweetie.

And the carrots,
too, if you could.

So how long has it been
since you had a real home

cooked meal, I mean?

It's been a real long time.

Never mind, I didn't
mean to embarrass you.

I know your life must
be very, very hard.

JAKE: I could tell
that Lizzie was

going to mention Bradley
again, but this time I

had to head her off.

After all, we had the
master plan to carry out.

Our Bradley used to drink milk
like it was going out of style.

Right up until he--

Sorry, dear.

Enjoy, son.

LIZZIE: He's dead.

From the looks
of him, though, I'd

say his number was up long ago.

Now I know you two
were just being kind,

but you really
got to be careful.

The city's not safe anymore.

All right, officer, we'll
try to be more careful.

Good.

Now, I'm not trying
to scare you,

you understand, but in
a way you were lucky.

Taking in strangers like this
could have been one of you

ended up in that body bag.

Well we're done here.

Can I get you a cup of coffee?

No, I'm good.

Good night.
- Good night.

And thanks.

Did you hear that?

The officer himself said that
Kyle's number was up long ago.

I know.

I just hope what we're
doing isn't wrong, taking

matters into our own hands.

Don't you ever wonder?

Well, of course I do.

Then I think of how
we're helping them.

I mean, remember Annie?

And Howard?

Oh, and Peter with
the sores all over.

Those sores.

How miserable they were.

And how happy they were after.

Some time later, I brought
another young man back.

He seemed so hopeless,
I couldn't wait

to relieve him of his misery.

Oh, dear, it's too cold
to be without a coat.

JAKE: Lizzie was so caring.

No wonder I loved her so much.

Thanks.

I used to have a coat
just like this, I think.

JAKE: He was pathetic all right.

Thank goodness he
came into our lives.

He, uh, doesn't
remember too well.

Poor dear.

I got hit on the head.

He can't even
remember his real name,

ever since he got beat up
and landed in the hospital.

Oh my, you must
have had a concussion.

And the hospital didn't try
to find out your identity?

They did, but I
didn't stick around.

He says the needles
in the IV bothered him.

Our Bradley didn't
like needles either.

I'll go get the supper.

She's been a
little touchy lately.

It was his birthday
yesterday, our son.

It's been hard on us the way
he never came back for a visit

since he went off to
college 25 years ago.

Something happen to him?

No, just life, I guess.

How's that dinner
coming, sweetie?

Coming right up.

Hold it.

Poor man, what a
life he must have had.

Well, if it's any consolation
his pain is finally over.

Hmm, dog tags, Vietnam vet.

Gillespie, Bradley.

JAKE: I guess that letter from
the government was a mistake.

Bradley never died in the war.

A cruel twist of fate.

How ironic that the young
man's mental state never

let him think to check
his own dog tags.

The link to his past
was there all along.

Almost like the keys
we spend so much time

searching for that turn up
right in our own pocket.

Does this story of the
kind-hearted poisoners

contain some morsel
of truth, or do you

find it impossible to digest?

NARRATOR: Was this story real?

We'll find out at the end
at the end of our show.

Next, a sealed vault and
a bizarre rescue that's

"Beyond Belief."

Precious stones.

They can be an
expression of love

or the inspiration for
theft, murder, even war.

But no wonder the
rich and famous

have always been
attracted to them.

Mr. Bromley wasn't
rich and famous,

but he worshipped
those who were.

And that's why he loved
his job at Grace Jewelers.

But before this day is
over, Bromley's life

will be transformed.

And he'll know the true
meaning of the word "precious."

MR. BROMLEY: Looking
back, I can't

believe what an effete
snob I was in those days.

The way I fawned over
our wealthy customers,

my dramatic approach
to everything.

But I thought that's
what they wanted.

Maybe you should consider
the sterling sapphire.

We have had such luck putting
that in the Victorian setting.

Oh, excuse me a moment.

I wasn't sure who
was at the door,

but one look told me she
was no wealthy customer.

What can I do for you?

Hi, I'm Amy Faraday.

The agency sent me about
the bookkeeping job.

I'll call Mr. Donovan.

Oh, never mind, here he is.

Mr. Donovan this is the girl
from the temp agency, Amy--

Faraday.

Oh, great.

Well, there's a ton
of work on my desk.

Bromley, will you show Amy
where she'll be working?

I'm off to meet
the Ruby dealers.

It'll be a couple hours but
you can reach me in the car.

See you in the morning.

MR. BROMLEY: I love
being in charge.

As for that odd woman from the
agency, who had time for her?

Thank you.

MR. BROMLEY: It was
near closing time

and procedure called for me
to load and close the vault.

But there were still one
sale to make that day.

It was Mrs. Rivers,
a woman who knew how

to spend her husband's money.

Hello, Kimberly.

Hi, Mr. Bromley, I hope
we didn't keep you waiting.

Of course not, Mrs. Rivers.

Let me get the watch.

It's exquisite.

Fabulous.

Sweetie, you can look,
but don't touch, OK?

I'll be right over here.

Oh, wonderful.

Isn't it?

Oh, you are absolutely
right, it's gorgeous.

The price is still
hooked on to it.

Oh, boy.

I knew you would love it.

You have such good taste.

Oh, look, Pepper.

I have a matching necklace--

I was so busy stroking
Mrs. Rivers and her dog,

I had no idea what
Kimberly was up to.

She used to just stand in one
place and cling to her mommy,

but she was older now
and she liked to explore.

I never saw her walk
towards the vault,

and I certainly never
saw her go inside.

Beautiful, beautiful, will you
just excuse me for one moment?

Why did I feel it
necessary to close

that vault at that moment?

But that was me, a
stickler for store policy.

See?

I really think
that watch is you.

I love it.

Kimberly, come take
a look at this.

Kimber-- Kimberly,
where are you?

Have you seen my daughter?

I thought I heard her when I--

When you what?

Closed the vault.

Kimberly.

Oh, Kimberly!

Kimberly.

Kimberly.

KIMBERLY: Mommie,
mommie, help me.

My god, she's in there.
Open it.

I can't.

KIMBERLY: Let me out.

What do you mean you can't?

Mr. Donovan is the only one
who knows the combination,

and he's on the road.

KIMBERLY: I can't open the door.

I'll call his phone.

KIMBERLY: Help me.

MRS. RIVERS: Kimberly, Kimberly.

He forgot the phone.

MRS. RIVERS: Kimberly.

OK, come on.

come on.

What's happening?

Can you open it?

Here's the deal.

This is going to take all night
to crack this combination.

The problem is, she's not
going to last more than an hour

without more oxygen.

Can't you use a
drill or something?

Even with the best tools,
this will still take hours.

MR. BROMLEY: Just when
everything seemed hopeless,

that strange woman from the
agency joined our group.

Please, do something, someone.

I can open it.

MR. BROMLEY: How?

I can do it.

Just let me try.

Let her try.

Please, save my child.

MR. BROMLEY: I thought
who was that woman?

Kimberly.

Kimberly, can you hear me?

I want you to put your ear and
your hands against the door,

OK?

KIMBERLY: I'm afraid.

Please get me out.

I know, sweetheart.

We're going to play
a little game, OK?

I want you to say
the first thing

that comes into your mind.

OK?

Right or left, Kimberly?

Right or left?

KIMBERLY: Right.

Now, say the first
number from 1 to 99

that pops into your head.

OK, 1 to 99.

KIMBERLY: 32.

OK, again, right or left?

KIMBERLY: Left.

And another
number from 1 to 99.

What's the number?

KIMBERLY: 87.

Good, OK.

Now we need it
again, right or left?

KIMBERLY: I feel dizzy.

Left.

MISS FARADAY: Come on,
sweetheart, stay with me.

We're halfway there.

1 to 99.

KIMBERLY: I don't know.

Yes, you do know, sweetheart.

You know the number.

You're the only one who knows.

Now come on 1 to 99.

KIMBERLY: 63.

Good job!

OK, last time, right or left?

KIMBERLY: Right.

OK, 1-99.

KIMBERLY: One.

MR. BROMLEY: There was no click.

No, Kimberly, that's
not the number,

we have to start again, OK?

Right or left?

Kimberly.

Kimberly!

Right 32.

Left 87.

Left 63.

Right one.

No.

Left one.

Oh, Kimberly, sweetheart.

Sweetheart, mommie's here.

The doctor's here now.

You're going to be OK.

MR. BROMLEY: Kimberly was
going to be all right.

I don't remember ever really
praying before that day.

But now I do it all the time.

I was so lost in my own
thoughts I never saw her leave.

Where's the lady?

Yeah, where is she?

She saved my daughter.

She's right here, Amy.

I couldn't imagine who
this was, but I'll never

forget what she had to say.

Hi, I'm Amy Faraday.

The agency sent me about
the bookkeeping job.

A true act of heroism.

The saving of a human life,
yet, it seems impossible

that our hero defied
the odds and came

up with the right combination.

And then, again,
don't people win

million dollar
lotteries every week

using this method of guessing?

And why does another
woman with the same name

show up for the
same job at the end?

What sort of agency was
our hero working for?

Is there a more
mystical explanation

for the opening of
the vault, or is this

simply a combination of lies?

NARRATOR: The truth
about this story

will be revealed
in our final act.

Next, we visit a
garden of mystery

on "Beyond Belief,
Fact or Fiction."

All gifts come
with a price tag.

Maude and Jerome Metz have been
experiencing episodes of ESP

lately.

Their visions only occur
when they are in the beauty

of their rose garden.

But these visions are
gifts with a price.

In this case, it's
Maude's very life.

A grim reminder that
every rose has its thorns.

This is the story
of Maude and Jerome

Metz, a retired couple living
in St. Petersburg, Florida.

They are miles from their
son and daughter-in-law

in Minnesota, but they've been
seeing a lot of them recently,

every time they step
into their rose garden.

This is almost
as lovely as you.

It's beautiful.

Isn't that gorgeous?

Thank you, darling.

How about a little
waltz around here?

JAMES BROLIN: Lately, Maude
has been having psychic flashes

in the garden but
these episodes are

always followed by a violent
headache and loss of strength.

Oh, oh.

What's the matter?

It's Freddie.

He's about to do
something foolish.

He's going to
mortgage his house.

He's going to put--

JAMES BROLIN: It was like
all of Maude's visions.

She'd grow weak while
Jerome would become

agitated with excitement.

We have to stop him, Jerry.

We have to stop him.
Call him.

Yeah, I'll call him.

I'll call him.

Jerry, call.

Relax, relax, I'll call.

JEROME: Freddie?

Don't do it, Freddie.

Don't do it.

Slow down, Dad what
are you talking about?

You know what
I'm talking about.

The business deal.

How do you know about that?

Nobody knows.

I haven't even told
Doris about it.

Your mother and I
know all about it.

We saw it.

This is a really
big deal, Dad.

I'm not going to blindly
jump into anything.

I checked it out, OK?
Don't worry.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean you saw it?

What are you talking about?

It's our rose garden, Freddie.

Let's get some lunch, OK?

JAMES BROLIN: Several days
later their daughter-in-law

in Minnesota is preparing
to feed her baby.

A simple everyday act.

A 2 o'clock feeding.

What's about to happen
cannot be explained easily.

Danny, can you
come here and watch

your little brother, please?

OK.

OK.

Hi, sign here, please.

Danny?

DANNY: Oh, it's OK,
Mom, it's just a glass.

OK, but stay away from it.

Let me clean it up.

You OK?

Aww.

Oh, gosh.

Listen, if you want, you
can go outside and play, OK?

OK.

OK.

Just stay out of the street.

Oh, I know, oh, yes.

Oh, baby.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Jerome!

Jerry, come quick.

The baby's in danger.

There's glass in
the baby's food.

We've got to call
Doris right away.

Here we go.

Mmmm.

Hello.

JEROME: .

Throw the food away.

Dad, I can't hear you.

The baby's crying.

JEROME: .

Don't feed the baby.

Dad, I can't hear
you, the baby's crying.

Hold on just a second, OK?

JEROME: No, Doris, stop.

Don't feed the baby.

Dad, what are
you talking about?

JEROME: There's glass
in the baby's food!

Oh, this headache.

Dr. Bennett said he
will call w in regards

to the test results.

I just don't understand why it's
happening to you and not to me.

Maybe it is an allergy.

Don't worry, Maude.

Everything will be all right.

You're sure, Dr. Bennett?

And there's nothing
she can take?

But these are very
special roses.

Yeah, all right, I understand.

I'll tell her.

I'll tell her.

JAMES BROLIN: The
doctor had told

Jerome that Maude's condition
was growing rapidly worse.

Tests had proven
totally inconclusive,

and all they knew
was that she always

became ill around the roses.

The doctor's advice, destroy
the garden before the garden

destroys Maude.

For Jerome, the
choice was clear.

The magic powers of the roses,
or the life of the woman

he loved.

Hello, Freddie.

Dad, how'd you know it was me?

I just knew.

You remember that investment
you told me to stay away from?

Dad, I can't tell you.

You saved my life.

I had everything we owned
tied up in that investment.

We'd have been
out on the street.

I can't thank you enough.

And Dad--

Yeah?

Take special care
of that rose garden.

How were Maude and Jerome
able to see their children's

problems so far away?

Well, who hasn't
received a phone call

from a mother who
just had a feeling

you were sick and
was absolutely right?

Or could the answer lie
in the roses themselves.

Since ancient times,
roses have been

connected with mystical
and religious power.

In fact, that's where the
Catholic rosary gets its name.

And what about our story?

Is it artificial, or does it
have the smell of reality?

NARRATOR: Was this
story fact or fiction?

We'll find out at the
conclusion of tonight's show.

Next, a tale of war with
a surprise ending that's

"Beyond Belief."

In this next story, we'd like
you to use your imagination

to picture two American
soldiers stationed in Australia

during the Second World War.

They are driving in
their Jeep on their way

to an antiaircraft station
when suddenly an enemy

air attack is launched.

As the bombs fall
all around them,

they somehow manage to weave
their car out of harm's way.

Then, suddenly, a
low flying plane

drops a huge shell directly
onto the hood of their car.

It looks like certainly death.

But somehow they're blown
clear of the vehicle

just as the shell explodes.

A few yards away, they see
a roadside ditch and dive

into it.

And they hunkered down,
and they stay under cover

while the bombs
continue to go off.

After the attack is
over, the two soldiers

come out of the ditch
and they're visibly

shaken, but otherwise not hurt.

So looking at the
wreckage of their Jeep,

they agree that it's a miracle
that they both weren't killed.

And as they inspect
further, they

find a large piece
of shrapnel has

lodged in the driver's seat.

The soldier who'd been
driving stares at the piece

of shrapnel in disbelief.

It has his father's
name printed on it.

He later learns the explanation.

Years before the
war, his father had

junked an old Chevy in
which he had engraved

his name on the cylinder block.

And when the car was
scrapped, the parts

wound up in Japan, a major
market for steel and iron parts

in those days.

And when the war started,
all the scrap metal in Japan

was sent to munitions factories.

Well, the parts of
his father's car

were used to make that
bomb that hit the Jeep.

A bomb that went off
but somehow refused

to take the life of his son.

Is this story fictitious
or a strange truth?

We'll find out at
the end of the show.

Which of our stories tonight
were inspired by actual events?

And which were figments
of a writer's imagination?

Let's find out.

Our first story tonight
was about a crime

of murder that was seen
by an unusual eyewitness.

No, John.
John, no!

Woofy, good night, Woofy.

PARROT: John, don't do it.

John, no.

John.

Did you guess that
this story is true?

Well, you guessed incorrectly.

This one never happened.

And what about the plot of
the kindly diner owners whose

special of the day was poison?

I just hope what we're
doing isn't wrong, taking

matters into our own hands.

Don't you ever wonder?

Well, of course I do.

Then I think of how
we're helping them.

A story like that
could have happened.

Who knows?

We made it up.

And then there was the
story of the little girl,

the locked vault, and
the unforgettable way

she was rescued.

- Please, do something, someone.
- I can open it.

There's no way a story like
this could have ever happened,

right?

Wrong.

We took our inspiration
from actual events.

And what did you think
about the rose garden

that seemed to hold
unexplainable visions.

Visions that threatened the very
life of the woman who saw them.

Oh.

What?

Oh.

What's the matter?

It's Freddie, he's about
to do something foolish.

He's going to
mortgage his house.

He's going to put everything
he has into this business.

But he doesn't know that
it's a bad investment.

JEROME: Freddie!

Don't do it, Freddie.

Don't do it.

Slow down, Dad, what
are you talking about?

You know what
I'm talking about.

Was this a story
inspired by actual events?

Yes, it was.

Now let's look back on the story
that I told you this evening.

Was it a work of fiction?

I'm afraid not.

It happened.

So how was your sense
of reality tonight?

Three of our stories were
inspired by real events,

while two were put
there to deceive you.

NARRATOR: "Beyond Belief, Fact
or Fiction" will continue.

Join us next time
as we cross over

from tales of complete fiction
to the world of strange truth.

Good night.

NARRATOR: Join us next
time on "Beyond Belief,

Fact or Fiction."

this is Don LaFontaine.