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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
facts and which are fiction?

To find out, you
must enter a world

of both truth and deception.

A world that is beyond belief.

The truth is often
difficult to recognize.

Take this illusion, hidden
among this confusion of lines

is the outline of a bird.

Yet it's impossible to see.

But by simply sliding
this glass plate,

our bird begins to
fly before our eyes.

This example can apply
to our stories tonight.

Remember, some stories are
inspired by actual events

while others are
totally made up.

But like the bird, their reality
may be hidden from sight.

Be on the alert and you may
capture truth in flight.

All you have to do is
look between the lines.

These are the inner workings
of a typical computer.

How can this arrangement
of circuits and wires

produce everything from three
dimensional drawings to email?

Is this really just hardware?

Or-- as in the world
of physical science--

are there some unexplained
mysteries in the field

of computer science.

Richard Austin loves computers,
but his wife Vicki can't

afford to buy him a new one.

What she does next will
have a profound effect

on both her life and
the life her husband.

And it's not going
to stop there.

I went
against my best instincts

on Richard's 30th birthday.

I bought him a previously
owned computer.

I knew it would
make Richard happy,

but I wasn't so sure about me.

I don't believe this,
it's a new computer.

Not exactly, I bought it used.

I hope it's OK.

It's great, Vicki.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Happy birthday, honey.

I'm going to set
it up right now.

Right now?

But I made reservations
for dinner.

We'll order in.

A special birthday dinner
just for the two of us.

I guess
I couldn't blame him.

Even though the
computer was used

it was much more
sophisticated than the one

Richard had before.

My gift was a big hit, but
that was just the beginning.

He spent the rest
of the day and well

into the evening setting
up all his old programs

and a few new ones.

Richard, your food
is getting cold.

I can't believe how
fast this thing is.

It has so much more
power than my old one.

I was afraid
he'd become obsessive about it,

and all my fears
were coming true.

Wow.

Look at it go.

That night,
I prepared to do battle

with my new electronic rival.

Richard, that's enough.

Come to bed, it's your birthday.

What?

Did you say something, honey?

Come to bed.

You've been working on that
thing for the past eight hours.

It's got so many new features.

Why would anybody sell this?

This is a great computer.

I just put all my
student files on it.

This is going to save me
so much time at school.

Honey, That's all wonderful.

Don't be offended
if I fall asleep.

Just, give me
five more minutes.

Five more
minutes turn into hours.

2 AM?

How'd it get so late?

What was that?

The computer came
back on by itself.

By itself?

Yeah, I turned it off.

I was coming to bed and
it just popped back on.

Try it again.

Well, there must be
something wrong with it.

It came with a warranty.

I'll call the store
in the morning.

I'll pull the plug.

Richard!

What?

N-- nothing.

Let's just go to sleep.

I should
have told Richard

about the pharaoh's face,
but I was hoping that I

was just imagining things.

What happened the
next morning showed me

I wasn't imagining
things after all.

Well, it checks out fine.

There's nothing wrong
as far as I can tell.

Of course not.

I knew it wouldn't act up
with a repair guy here.

I'm telling you, I turned it
off and it came back on twice.

Well, it's staying off now.

Umm, maybe you were
doing something wrong.

I wasn't doing
anything wrong Aha, see.

There it is.

Maybe you did something wrong.

What's it doing?

I don't know.

I've never seen anything
like this before.

Those are hieroglyphics.

What's going on here?

There's mail.

That's weird how
can I get mail?

It's probably just junk mail.

It can't be, I haven't
plugged the modem in yet.

Your mailbox
seems to be working.

You might want to check it.

What should I do?

Find out who it is.

Dr. Statler, that's the guy
that sold us this computer.

I remember, he said he
was an archaeologist

and he was going away on a dig.

Egypt.

I'm trapped in
the Theban's Tomb.

I'm dying, please help me.

We have to do something.

I'll call the State Department
and have them get in touch

with the Egyptian embassy.

Ask Dr. Statler how
much time he's got

left on his laptop battery.

How is that possible?

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore.

What's wrong?

After I
reported the incident,

Dr. David Statler was found
and rescued from Theban's Tomb.

There was no computer
anywhere in sight.

The rescue of Dr. David
Statler has been documented.

But one question still remains.

How was the doctor able to
send email without a computer?

Does the mind have enough power
to send out a signal that could

be received through cyberspace?

Is there such a
thing as ESP-mail?

And how do you explain
the hieroglyphics

that appeared on the screen?

Were Dr. Statler's
thoughts somehow

being channeled by the
spirit of the pharaoh?

And now, the decision is yours.

Did we program the
truth in this tale,

or is it merely,
garbage in, garbage out.

We'll tell you whether
this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, hallucinations of murder
haunt an accident victim, on

beyond belief, fact or fiction.

Do you have a favorite
method of falling asleep?

Some prefer a cup of
hot chocolate or tea.

Others take a warm bath,
listen to music, read.

But as you can see by the
number of sleep remedies

available at any
drugstore or supermarket,

sleep doesn't come easily
to millions of people.

Jeff is having lots of
trouble sleeping these days

and he can't figure out why.

His dreams are filled
with haunting images

of unexplained violent acts.

And his waking moments
are about to be filled

with real life nightmares.

I had been living with
Katie for about six months.

I was happy and comfortable
with our relationship

but nothing prepared me for what
was in store for both of us.

I had been in a serious
motorcycle accident

and had spent the last
two weeks in a hospital

recovering from my injuries.

The doctor said I
was going to be fine,

but I noticed a complete
turnaround in my personality.

I finally told Katie
that I was hallucinating

about a man committing murders.

It wasn't me in these
dreams, but they were

so real they left me shaking.

Dwight called.

He said, they will
be using that story

you did before the
accident in the next issue.

Isn't that good news?

Yeah, great.

Hot tomato soup,
good for the soul.

I'm not real hungry.

Jeff, you-- you got
to snap out of this.

I'm sorry, Katie.

I know.

I'm trying, I really am.

I know.

I really am.

I love you.

I love you too.

Well, would you
try to eat something?

Please?

All right.

Jeff?

Jeff?

Oh, my god, it's
happening again.

Jeff?

Jeff?

Jeff!

Stop!

Jeff!

Jeff, it's Katie.

You killed her.

You killed her!

You're here with me now!

It's OK!

It's OK.

It was so real.

Like I was there
watching the whole thing.

It was the same man that I saw
stabbing a woman with a knife.

It was horrible.

What's happening to me, Katie?

I don't know.

I know this is going
to sound strange,

but the hallucinations
started right after I

had that blood transfusion.

What does that have
to do with anything?

What if there was
something in the blood?

Something evil.

And it takes possession of
my mind anytime it wants to.

Jeff, that's crazy.

A blood transfusion
can't do that.

I know I--

I know.

But something's wrong, Katie.

Something's definitely wrong.

The hallucination
didn't come back that night

and I finally got some sleep.

I was hoping that it
was over, but it wasn't.

Another woman was
murdered last night

a few miles from here.

She was stabbed to
death, no witnesses.

There's a picture.

It's her, Katie.

It's the same woman
I saw being murdered.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Something is drawing
me to the killer.

And I think it's because I
have his blood inside me.

After reading that
story in the newspaper,

I became obsessed with finding
out who my blood donor was.

I learned a few dirty tricks
while I was in college

and one of them was how
to hack into databases.

The hospital records
were very secure,

but after lots of tries, I
was getting close to breaking

into the files.

It was always a challenge to
find the right combination,

but I had plenty of time.

I got it.

That's my blood donor.

Lowell Germain, 1201
Norwell Boulevard.

That's less than
a mile from here.

I'm scared, Jeff.

We should call the police.

No.

Not until I'm absolutely
sure it's the same man.

It's him.

That's the face I keep seeing.

What are you doing?

Call the police, I'm
going to follow him.

Jeff!
Jeff!

There was a
woman walking alone.

Luckily, I was watching
Germain's every move.

Germain.

Help!

Help, someone call 911.

Help, somebody help.

Help!

Call 911.

Lowell Jermaine died
instantly, stabbed in the heart

by his own knife.

I was called a hero for
saving a young woman's life

and stopping a killer's
reign of terror.

But I'm no hero.

It was something I had to do,
something that was in my blood.

Could the donated blood of a
killer cause images of murder

in the recipient's mind?

Certainly the
chemical components

of our own blood
such as sugar levels

can affect our personalities.

Then again, maybe Jeff
was just hallucinating.

But why did those hallucinations
start right after his blood

transfusion, and how do
you explain the accuracy

of those hallucinations?

Could it have been
a mere coincidence?

Is this story of the murderous
donor flowing with reality,

or is it just
another bloody lie?

We'll tell you whether
this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a cemetery is the
setting for the unexplained on

beyond belief, fact or fiction.

Observe the tools
of the trade, that

is if your trade
happens to be carving

headstones for grave sites.

It's an honorable craft,
because it honors the memory

of the dearly departed.

It is with these tools that Otto
Schenkel has carved headstones

for the past four decades.

And although he's proud of
the dignity he's provided

for hundreds of
families, he's getting

ready to retire and take
a well-deserved rest

from his daily grind.

But his next job
is about to prevent

any immediate plans for Otto
to spend the rest in peace.

I'd been a stone
cutter for almost 40 years

and I took great
pride in what I did.

I approached each tombstone
as if it were a work of art.

I always tried to satisfy
the wishes of my clients,

but you meet all kinds of
people in this business

and some of them just don't
appreciate fine craftsmanship.

Mr. Schenkel.

Ex-- excuse me, Mr. Schenkel.

Did you find something
you like, Mrs. Richards?

Yes I--I believe I have.

This one.

This is exactly what my
poor John would have wanted.

Something simple, tasteful,
nothing ostentatious.

I
looked at her choice,

it was simple, all right.

Well, if I may suggest,
perhaps a marble or a granite

will hold up much better
than the uh, the cement stone

you chose.

And how much more
money would that be?

It's about twice the
price for that size stone.

Twice the price, I see.

I think we'll stay
with the cement.

My husband wanted a very
simple funeral and headstone

and I want to honor his wishes.

All right.

And umm, and how would
like that engraved?

You charge by the letter?

Yes, all cutters do.

Well, this isn't
about what I want.

This is about what my
husband would have wanted.

Just his name and date
of birth and death.

Nothing more.

All right.

The funeral is in five
days, and Mr. Dunbar,

from the Sunny Hills
Cemetery will be

coming by to approve the work.

Thank you for everything,
especially in this trying time.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I had
learned over the years

not to try and figure out why
people pick the stones they do,

and Mrs. Richards seemed to
know exactly what she wanted.

That's why I was so surprised
by what happened next.

You are Otto Schenkel?

Yes, uh, I'm Otto
Schenkel, can I help you?

I--I'm here to see about
Mr. Richard's tombstone

but it seems I'm a bit late.

You must be Mr.
Dunbar from Sunny Hills.

Yes, I'm from Sunny Hills.

I-- I'm sorry, but
this just won't do.

It-- it won't do at all.

But it's exactly what
Mrs. Richards wanted.

She said, something simple.

She's had a change of heart.

We're going to pay you
for all the work you've

completed already,
but she's decided

on a more elaborate monument.

I-- I don't understand,
she was so certain.

It's a woman's prerogative to
change her mind Mr. Schenkel.

She's prepared to
pay a lot of money

for a much better
tombstone, something

more befitting her late spouse.

I didn't
really understand

what made Mrs. Richards change
your plans, but like I said,

I never tried to figure out why.

Mr. Dunbar wanted
everything first class,

and he spared no expense.

When
it was completed,

he was the happiest
man I ever saw, and was

gracious with his praise.

He even added a generous
bonus to the new contract.

I went
to the grave site

the day of the funeral
anxious to unveil my work.

It was one of the finest
monuments I'd ever created.

I thought it strange that
Mr. Dunbar wasn't present,

but the burial
proceeded on schedule.

I couldn't wait to see
Mrs. Richard's reaction.

As the crowd oohed and
aahed, Mrs. Richard

seemed to be speechless.

I was very moved.

This was one of
those moments that

makes my work worthwhile,
when the family expresses

their personal thanks.

What have you done?

That's not the
headstone I ordered.

This is it, I--

I was instructed by--

by your representative
to do this--

Mr. Dunbar.

He said you'd had
a change of heart.

You authorize this?

No.

I'm Nathan Dunbar and I
didn't order any of it.

Mr. Dunbar came to my
studio three days ago,

he authorized the work.

Wait, that's the man.

There, that's the man that
ordered the new tombstone.

That's Mr. Dunbar.

That's my dead
husband, you idiot.

What are you trying to pull?

The signature on
the contract for the new stone

turned out to be, not
Nathan Dunbar, but John L

Richards, the dead man.

It was examined by
a handwriting expert

and found to be authentic.

The contract was predated
three days prior to his death.

Mrs. Richards had no choice
but to pay me the full price

of the new stone, $48,000.

I guess I mentioned it before,
I never try to figure why.

Did John L Richards
hire a look alike to carry

out his final instructions?

Or did he have a twin brother
that nobody knew about?

Then who signed the contract?

Remember, it was authenticated
by a handwriting expert.

Maybe it was the ghost
of John L Richards

who showed up to defy the
wishes of his loveless wife.

Do you think this
mysterious tale

of the grave marker a fleeting
lie, or is it carved in stone?

We'll tell you whether
this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a single mother is
visited by a midnight vision,

on beyond belief,
fact or fiction.

The fine art of sewing
by hand, once a necessity,

now an example of the
highest quality of work.

When you see a label
that reads, hand-sewn,

you're assured that
care and craftsmanship

went into the final product.

Many people sew at home,
comfortable in knowing

that their gifts will be handed
down to future generations.

And that way, they
maintain a presence

in the lives of their families
long after they have passed on.

Olivia Schwab's mother
was an expert in sewing.

She passed the skill
down to her daughter.

But now, unlike
the strong stitches

that hold together
her mother's work,

Olivia's life has
begun to unravel.

This is
what it was like on one

of the saddest days of my life.

I was being forced to move
out of the house I had lived

in since I was a little girl.

As I stood there, all the happy
memories washed over me, only

to be dashed against reality.

I was a single mother with
no job, so it was moving day.

My husband Tim was
sick for almost a year.

I sold everything to
pay the medical bills.

Things were hard
for a long time.

After he died, I moved
to a small apartment,

the only place I could afford.

I didn't want my daughter to see
it, but I was losing all hope.

I can't sleep, mommy.

Can I sleep with you tonight?

Come over here, sweetie.

You know, I used to love to
climb into my mother's bed too.

Sometimes she'd be
reading or sewing.

And I'd pretend to be asleep.

Did she ever catch you?

I'm sure I never
fooled her, but I

think she enjoyed having me
there, just like I enjoy you.

Sometimes she would tell me
stories about the family.

We had talks, or
just snuggle up.

Just like we do?

That's right, just like we do.

Mom?

Mommy?

I just can't believe
that in a few short weeks,

you're going to be married.

I'm so excited.

Do you think we'll be ready?

There's still so much to do.

Honey, even though
it's a slip stitch

it has to be done just so.

Just like in life, a stitch--

in time saves nine.

I love the colors you chose.

It will surround you
both with warmth.

I hope it gives you a feeling
of security and comfort.

Let it remind you of what
hard, precise work can bring.

They'll always be
challenges, but every cloud

has a silver lining, if
you know where to look.

Go, it's the florist.

You've done a beautiful job.

I can see you've learned well.

I'll finish it alone now, after
all, it is my gift to you.

Every
cloud has a silver lining,

if you know where to look.

With my mother's
voice still ringing in my ears,

something pulled me over
to our old hope chest.

As my sleep left me, I
realized I was looking

for something I hadn't
thought of for a while,

until that dream.

Just then, something
caught my eye.

That's your
wedding quilt. It was

on your bed in the old house.

Grandma and I made it.

Let me wrap you up in it.

Look mommy, a thread is loose.

A whole row of
stitches can come off.

Be careful.

Don't pull anything.

I'll get the sewing
basket and fix it.

A stitch in--

time saves nine.

What does that mean anyway?

Nine what?

Nine more stitches, silly.

If you fix that
right away, you can

avoid doing more work later.

Oh.

It looks like there's
more than a few.

Wait, I feel something strange.

Oh, my god, there's more.

These are stock certificates.

Mommy, it's grandma's
silver lining.

Oh, no

Please put the table in
the dining room, lengthwise,

the way it used to be.

And so
it's moving day again,

but this time I'm
moving back in.

Thanks mom.

Was it just coincidence
that Olivia remembered

the quilt in her dream?

And how do you account for the
loose stitching of the quilt?

After all, she had worked
on that quilt hand in hand

with her mother.

She knew exactly how carefully
it was sewn together.

Did her mother sneak
the money in the quilt

sometime before the wedding,
or, as little Kally believes,

did grandma's spirit
come back in the middle

of the night and plant
the money for them

to find in their time of need?

Is this story of
the prophetic dream

stitched together by
the threads of truth,

or is it merely a
crazy quilt of lies.

We'll tell you whether
this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a wounded
soldier is surrounded

by the ghosts of war, on
beyond belief, fact or fiction.

In the military, they call
it the uniform of the day.

It's the order of what
to wear that goes out

from your commanding officer.

Millions of Americans
have proudly

worn a version of this uniform
in the various armed forces.

For some, caught in the
nightmare of battle,

it is the last clothing
they will ever wear.

Kevin Jablonski is one
of the lucky ones, that

is if you consider
severe injuries

and constant medication lucky.

Kevin is alive.

He has survived a
situation that had

him marked for certain death.

And the amazing tale
of how he survived

is what our next
story is all about.

The year was
1966, and the Vietnam War

was showing no sign of ending.

I'd been assigned to
working at the base hospital

for the last six months.

It wasn't easy work, but
I felt honored to do it.

I worried about all
the men in my care.

A lot of them were my age and
some weren't going to make it.

This will help you sleep.

For some reason, I
was especially drawn to one

young private, Kevin Jablonski.

I wasn't sure why at the time.

So, do you have
a date tonight?

I did, but Captain
Bonifield, extended my shift.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Watch out, incoming.

Get over here!

It's all right, your safe.

Where am I?

You're at the hospital.

It's Diana.

You were having a nightmare.

I was in the jungle.

I was out there again.

All--all of them
died, and I lived.

Do you want to talk about it.

I want to help you.

You would never believe it.

Try me.

You can trust me, Kevin.

Me and a couple of
the guys, Cal and Jimmy,

we were on short time.

Another week and we'd be--

be on our way home.

The unit was doing
a sweep for VC.

A couple clicks from the
river, we we're in heavy bush

when they opened up on us.

We didn't even see it coming
and they were everywhere.

Oh, god, they were everywhere.

Take your time.

It's OK.

Firefight lasted just
a couple of minutes.

We took a direct
hit from a mortar

and we didn't even
have a chance.

When it was all over,
my buddies were dead.

Jimmy and Cal and everybody.

I was the only one still alive.

I knew
that I was in bad shape,

and I thought for sure
that I'd be dead soon.

I was in a lot of pain
but I tried to stay awake.

I couldn't feel
anything in my hands.

I knew I didn't have much time,
I had to get out of there.

The VC were getting closer.

I knew they were cleaning up,
making sure we were all dead.

I started thinking
about my mom and home,

and how much I missed it.

And then I started
thinking about my dad.

He means a lot to you.

He was reported missing in
action in Korea, 13 years ago.

I'm sorry.

I was six years old, and I--

I loved him so much.

He was my hero.

I was thinking about
him a lot while I was

laying out there in the mud.

And that's when it happened.

What?

I sensed that there was
someone standing behind me.

I was sure it was VC.

I reach for my rifle but
my hands weren't working,

so I got ready to die.

That's so horrible.

And I heard
a voice, and it wasn't VC.

Hello, Kevin.

The- the
voice seemed so familiar.

I rolled over trying
and look at him.

He was wearing combat
fatigues from the 50s,

and he was carrying an m-1
rifle, and then finally I--

I saw his face.

It can't be.

Shhh.

He carried me out of the
jungle and into a clearing.

He popped a flare and a medevac
chopper came and picked me up.

That soldier saved my life.

Did you ever find
out who he was?

Yeah, I did.

I thought that I was delirious
and that I had imagined

the whole thing, but I didn't.

That soldier was my father.

Kevin.

It was him and I'm sure of it.

After the medics loaded
me in the chopper,

they found something in my fist.

And what was it?

These.

Read them.

Robert Jablonski.

Regular army, 4-2-1-2-9-1-8-9.

They're my father's dog tags.

Kevin, I--

I know.

Do you believe me, Diana?

Yes, I do.

Kevin and I began
seeing each other after he was

discharged from the hospital.

We fell in love and
eventually got married.

At our wedding, we
left an empty space

next to Kevin's mother where
we hung his father's dog tags.

What really saved
Private Kevin Jablonski?

There have been documented
cases of people--

who in extreme danger--

focus their thoughts on a
loved one and somehow survive.

Is that what happened
to Private Jablonski?

Or was he saved
by another soldier

who resembled his father?

But then, what about
those dog tags?

How did they wind
up in Kevin's hands?

Wasn't his father
missing in action?

As you judge the credibility
of the story, it's up to you

to declare the
victor in the battle

between fact and fiction.

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

tonight are inspired
by actual events,

and which ones
are totally false.

Let's take a look
back at the computer

that seemed to communicate
email through telepathy.

Was this one real?

Well, it checks out fine.

There's nothing wrong
as far as I can tell.

Of course not.

I knew it wouldn't act up
with the repair guy here.

I'm telling you, I turned it
off and it came back on twice.

Well, it's staying off now.

Umm, maybe you were
doing something wrong.

I wasn't doing anything wrong.

Aha, see.

There it is.

Maybe you did something wrong.

What's it doing?

I don't know, but I've never
seen anything like this before.

If you thought this one was
too outrageous to be true,

you're right.

It's a work of fiction.

What about the story of the
man who seemed to receive

evil blood from a transfusion?

True or false?

Jeff?

Jeff?

Jeff?

Oh, my god, it's
happening again.

Jeff?

Jeff?

Jeff!

If you thought this one
sounded like it might be true,

we got you.

This one's made up.

How did you judge the
story of the dead man

who returned to see that
he had a proper headstone?

What have you done?

That's not the
headstone I ordered.

This is it.

I was instructed by--

by your representative
to do this, Mr. Dunbar,

he said you'd had
a change of heart.

You authorized this.

No.

I'm Nathan Dunbar and I
didn't order any of this.

You-- you can't be.

Mr. Dunbar came to my
studio three days ago.

He authorized the work.

Wait, that's the man.

There, that's the man that
ordered the new tombstone.

That's Mr. Dunbar.

Did this one sound like
one we might have made up?

Well we did, it never happened.

How about the story of the
mother and daughter who

were saved from poverty
by a prophetic dream

and a special quilt?

Was this one fact or fiction?

If you fix it
right away, you can

avoid doing more work later.

Oh.

Looks like there's
more than a few.

Wait, I feel something strange.

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

you're right.

Our research shows it
happened to a family in Ohio.

What did you make of the
story about a wounded soldier

whose life was saved by the
spirit of his dead father?

Fact or illusion?

After the medics
loaded me in the chopper,

they found something in my fist.

And what was it?

These.

Read them.

Robert Jablonski.

Regular army, 4-2-1-2-9-1-8-9.

They're my father's dog tags.

According to our
research, a similar story

happened in South Vietnam.

It's inspired by
an actual event.

Were you were able to
recognize the truth tonight,

or were you thrown off by lies
that were disguised as truth.

We are bombarded by so much
deception in our daily lives

that sometimes truth
becomes a stranger.

We hope that our stories tonight
have demonstrated that very

often, stories
that seem like lies

may simply be truth
that is beyond belief.

I'm Jonathan Frakes.

The story
entitled, "Stitches in Time",

is true based upon
firsthand research conducted

by author Robert Tralins.

For Beyond Belief,
Fact or Fiction,

this is Don LaFontaine.