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"Beyond
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.

A simple white
vase set against

a simple black background.

But is it really so simple?

Focus your attention
on the black area

that outlines the vase.

What you see now appears
to be two faces in profile,

the nose, the mouth, the chin.

And it's still a white face
with a black background.

But now let's add to the
illusion by spinning the vase.

Now it appears
that our two faces

are talking to each other.

Truth and illusion existing
together at the same time,

just as in the stories that
you'll be judging tonight.

We'll tell you which
are true and which are

false at the end of our show.

Be cautious as you
make your judgments,

for what may appear to be
as simple as black and white

may turn out to have two faces.

Auto racing has become one
of America's fastest growing

sports and the state
of the equipment

has grown right along with
the sport's popularity.

Take this console, already
obsolete in this fast moving,

high tech world.

From this vantage
point, a car can

be tracked, monitored,
and adjusted

while it's in the race.

Tony Ferris mans this console
for driver Chipper Dunn.

Chipper has had a run
of bad luck lately,

but with the help of
Tony and his console,

he's ready to turn
things around.

However, he's about to find out
that some things in his world

simply can't be tracked.

And Chipper
Dunn is in the lead.

That was me
heading for my first win.

Everything looked great, but--

Oh no, another
tough break for Chipper Dunn.

Later that
day after the races,

my crew tried to figure
out what went wrong.

Hey, you threw
a ride, Chipper.

No kidding, Tony.

This one was mine.

I had that trophy
in my back pocket.

You just gotta
know when to lay off.

You don't win laying off.

Picked up another
second place, that'll

help your overall points.

Second place ain't winning.

You're my chief mechanic,
it's your responsibility

to make sure stuff like
this doesn't happen.

Want to fire me?

No, I don't want to fire you.

I'm sorry, man.

I just got to find a way to win.

Look, I lost my daddy and
my granddaddy to the track.

They didn't know
when to lay off.

I just don't want to see the
same thing happen to you.

I know.

Don't worry about it.

All right.

Let's get her back in the shop.

I knew I was
pushing Tony too hard.

I loved the guy, but I
loved winning even more.

All right.
Come on, fellas.

Let's get this show on the road.

Don't forget,
it's a brand new engine.

You go easy on her.
- Yeah, I know.

Never kiss on the first date.

Thanks for the fatherly advice.

She's all yours, buddy.

Let's see what she'll do.

Let's go.

I didn't know it
then, but I was about to take

the ride of my life.

All right, everything
looks good, Chipper.

You can open her up.

All righty, let's
rock and roll.

Let's start with
a slow dance, huh?

I wasn't much
good at slow dancing.

I wanted to pump up the volume.

I'm going to open her up, Tony,
and see what she's made of.

Damn it, Chipper.

You're red lining too early.

Slow it down.

I love her, man.

She's got a lot more in reserve.

You're breaking up.

I can hear you, Tony,
but you're breaking up too.

Temperature's spiking.

You're going to have problems
if you don't slow down.

Not yet.
I gotta see what she can do.

Tony, I need to know--

All right, listen, Chipper.

You got a fuel leak.

You got to shut her down,
bring her in right now.

Chip, you hear me?

Got a problem, man.

Chip?

Chipper?

Think I can push
her a little farther.

It was at this point
that I saw him.

He came out of nowhere.

Tony, you're not
going to believe this.

There's some guy in an
old race car on the track.

Chipper?

Where did he go?

Chipper?

Get out there with a sign.

We've got to stop him right now.

Tony, I've lost you.

I didn't know what
he would do next,

but I never expected
him to stop.

What's going on here?

Oh man.

Damn it, where the hell is he?

Tony, did you see that guy?

He could've killed us both.

What guy?

The guy in an old race car.

You had to see him.

He hit the brakes
right in front of me.

I almost nailed him.

What happened?

You had a fuel leak.

I tried to warn you,
but we lost contact.

If it wasn't for that
driver, I'd be dead.

Chipper, yours is the
only car on the track here.

You're all alone out here.

No, no, no.

There was a Bugatti, I swear.

It had a number one on it.

Number one?

Yeah.

Tony, what's wrong?

My granddaddy drove a Bugatti.

His number was one.

It's the car he died
in almost 70 years ago.

Thanks to Tony's
granddad, I was still alive.

And for the first
time, I really knew

what it meant to be a winner.

Was Chipper imagining things?

Did he really see another
driver on the track?

If so, why didn't
anyone else see him?

Where were the tire
tracks of the other car?

But if there Was
no other car, who

did Chipper swerve to avoid?

And if it really was just
Chipper's imagination,

how could he have known that
Tony's granddad drove a Bugatti

with number one on its side?

Was this story of the
ghostly race car driver

inspired by an actual event?

Or have we just been
taking you for a ride?

We'll find out if
this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, love for the same man
traps two sisters in a fight

to the death, on "Beyond
Fact or Fiction."

Many wedding dresses
are handed down

from generation to generation,
mother to daughter,

sister to sister.

In fact, few things
can bring sisters

closer together than a wedding,
or tear them farther apart.

Camille Pratt is wearing
this dress to her ceremony.

It's a dress her
sister Rhoda loves.

Camille is marrying Kevin Blair,
the man her sister Rhoda loves.

Before this dress
is through, it will

have something
borrowed, something

blue, and something deadly.

Camille and Rhoda
Pratt had never gotten along.

Their friends couldn't
believe that they both came

from the same parents.

Camille was considered a
saint by all who knew her.

It seemed that Rhoda,
on the other hand,

was born a bad seed.

Rhoda had always been
jealous of her sister.

She just couldn't bear to
see her marry Kevin, a man

she had wanted for her own.

Rhoda, I am so glad
you could be here

to help celebrate my wedding.

Maybe now finally, we can
put everything behind us

and become friends.

We'll never
be friends, Camille.

I'm the one who should be
wearing that gown, not you.

Kevin should be marrying me.

Kevin doesn't love you, Rhoda.

He never did.

You just want him
because I have him.

You have always been that way.

You are a sick woman, Rhoda.

You should get some help.

Hey, honey.

Hi.

Want us to cut the cake?

Let's go.

All right.

For the
next three years,

Camille and Kevin had
nothing but happiness,

including two
wonderful children.

But then, tragedy struck.

Camille contracted a
rare blood disease while

on vacation in the tropics.

Now back home, her
doctors couldn't

arrest the rampaging
infection, and Camille

had very little time left.

I love you too.

I'll take over, Kevin.

The kids are calling for you.

Thanks, Rhoda.

I'm so glad you're here.

Say hi to the kids for me.

See you later.

Camille
fought to summon all

her strength for this moment.

So how you doing, sis?

I know what you're
trying to do with Kevin.

You're taking advantage
of a very caring man

at his most vulnerable moment.

Must be the
painkillers talking.

I'm just being a loving sister.

Isn't that what
you always wanted?

Rhoda, I am warning you,
leave my family alone.

Just rest, Camille.

Kevin and the children
will be in good hands.

Camille died shortly
after Rhoda's last visit.

Her final request was
that she'd be buried

in her beautiful wedding gown.

But Rhoda had other
ideas for the funeral.

Excuse me, do you mind
very much please leaving

me alone with my poor sister?

Not at all.

I understand.

You take as long as you like.

Thank you.

It's time to set things
straight, Camille.

I'll take my gown
now, thank you.

Nobody ever knew
that Rhoda switched the dress.

In the time that followed,
Rhoda practically

moved in with Kevin.

Hey.

Wow.

It smells awfully good.

Made a cake.

Thought you might like
to lick the spoon.

Thanks.

That's very thoughtful of you.

You know, I don't know what the
kids and I will do without you.

It was what Camille wanted.

You know Kevin,
it's been six months

since she left us and I--

I do love the kids, but what
they need is a full-time mom.

And what you need
is a full-time wife.

I don't know.

Still so soon.

I understand.

I could never replace Camille.

She and I had our
differences, but we

both agreed on one thing, that
you and I should be together.

Keep it in the
family, so to speak.

And so Rhoda's
wedding day finally arrived,

and she celebrated
by wearing the dress

she had taken off her dead
sister's embalmed body.

The wedding was held in August
on the hottest day of the year.

You look beautiful.

It's just so hot.

I can't stop sweating.

Thank you all for
being here today

to help celebrate this
very special moment

between Rhoda and Kevin.

The gown looks an
awful lot like Camille's.

Really?

What a coincidence.

What's that smell?

I don't smell anything.

I think it's coming
from your dress.

I'm just wearing
my usual perfume.

Are you all right?

I do feel a bit strange.

Do you want us to
stop the wedding?

Absolutely not.

Rhoda?

Do you take Kevin to be
your lawful wedded husband,

to have and to
hold from this day

forward, in sickness and in
health, till death do you part?

I--

Rhoda?

Oh my god, sweetie.

Are you OK?

Rhoda Pratt
died that afternoon.

Somebody get some help.

The coroner
theorized the death was

due to extreme
heat combined with

a severe allergic reaction,
an allergy to embalming fluid.

Rhoda Pratt may have
indeed died from an allergy

to the embalming
fluid on the dress,

or maybe as most of the
wedding guests believed,

her sister's spirit
prevented the marriage.

So the question is, was
it really the chemicals

on the dress that choked
the life from Rhoda,

or was it a hand from the grave?

Go ahead, make your decision
on whether this story

is fact or fiction.

But don't be married to it.

We'll find out if
this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a full moon
causes full scale

terror for a college
professor, on "Beyond

Fact or Fiction."

The moon.

Man has walked on its surface.

We've even made maps of
its craters and terrains.

Yet, it still holds
a world of mystery.

And the moon does seem
to affect life on Earth.

The tides, ebb, and flow
with the phases of the moon.

Crime statistics go up with the
full moon along with incidents

of erratic behavior.

It's no wonder words like
"lunatic" and "lunacy"

have "luna" as their root.

Sheldon Ludovic is very
affected by the moon.

In fact, he outright fears it.

But his fears may be no more
real than the man on the moon.

My patient,
Sheldon Ludovic

thought he was under the
curse of the werewolf.

He didn't grow hair or
fangs, but he did experience

deep, painful torment.

Mr. Ludovic, if you'd
rather do this tomorrow,

that would be fine.

No, I agreed to
speak to you because I

need you to save my life.

I understand.

Tell me how I can help you.

You must first
believe my story.

The others don't.

They think I'm mad.

I assure you, I'm not mad.

I'm not the
others, Mr. Ludovic.

Tell me what happened.

You know what happened.

You read my file.

Tell me in your own words.

You know, I was a
history professor.

I loved what I did.

One year ago, I took a trip to
Romania to do some research.

That's when it happened.

The attack?

Yes.

It came without warning.

I was walking back
to my hotel room.

I remember looking up,
marveling at the full moon.

The attack was
swift and vicious.

Are you all right?

No.

I'll never be all right again.

I'm cursed for the
rest of my life.

Tell me about
the first incident

or what you can
remember about it.

I returned to
Daytona and my teaching.

I remember looking
up and seeing a cloud

pass over the full moon.

I began to howl uncontrollably
and the students

began running to avoid me.

The next thing I
remember was waking up

in a local jail, charged
with assault and battery.

From then on, whenever
there was a full moon,

I lost all conscious
recollection of my actions.

As a result of my
many arrests, I

was fired from the university.

I became an outcast.

I could talk to no one.

I was being driven
mad by loneliness.

I needed contact with
another human being,

but I couldn't risk it.

It must have been
very difficult.

And I moved to New York.

I had a job as an assistant
librarian, public library.

There I had access to rare
manuscripts on lycanthropy.

Tell me what happened
when there was a full moon.

I just locked
myself in my room.

And then one night I was
working late at the library.

I lost track of the time.

There wasn't much time.

There's going to
be a full moon tonight.

What do you want from me?

I want you to keep me alive.

You feel you're going to die?

Yes.

You may think it strange because
death would bring me peace,

but I want to live,
Dr. Melbourne.

Life is still precious,
even to a werewolf.

What do you want me to do?

I recently received
a copy of a rare book

from a Romanian monastery.

I read through it looking
for some possible clue

to help me out of my fate.

What I found was my death.

It was written that when
there's a total eclipse

of the full moon, all the
werewolves of the world

will die.

Only those not exposed to
the eclipse will survive.

The next eclipse occurs tonight.

So you see, I cannot
survive in this room.

So you want me to move
you to a windowless room

till after the
eclipse has passed?

If you do that for
me, you'll save my life.

You believe my story, Doctor?

I believe you think you're
a werewolf, Mr. Ludovic.

I will talk to the
director and have you moved

to a windowless room tonight.

I'm sorry,
Dr. Melbourne.

I can't.

I won't move that patient.

If I acted on every
request every patient made,

this place would
truly be a madhouse.

But his delusions
are very real, Dr. Aldus.

He's convinced he's a werewolf
and he's going to die tonight.

I know all about Ludovic,
and this hospital will

not reinforce his delusions.

Good day, Doctor.

I disagreed
with my supervisor,

but he was the boss.

The hard part was going
to be telling Ludovic.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ludovic.

I did everything I could.

I'll stay here with you.

No, don't want you to do that.

It's not safe.

I'll see you in the morning.

Sheldon, you're
not going to die.

In 10 years of
psychiatric practice,

I never encountered a man
in more emotional pain

than Sheldon Ludovic.

The amazing thing about him
was that as scared as he was,

he refused to give up.

He died?

Of natural causes,
Dr. Melbourne.

Despite
Ludovic's will to live,

I couldn't help but be glad
that his suffering was over.

But in the next
few moments, I was

about to learn the
depth of that suffering

and the truth of his condition.

Was Sheldon Ludovic an
example of a genuine werewolf,

or was he simply a man
who had lost his mind?

Medical books list examples of
a condition called lycanthropy,

people who take on
wolf-like behavior,

often in the presence
of a full moon.

Was Sheldon Ludovic
simply a textbook

case of this rare syndrome?

But why did he die?

Was he the victim of a
werewolf legend come true?

Or did he fear his
fate so deeply that he

scared himself to death?

How do you explain the claw
marks etched in the door?

For those have been made by a
terrified man, or more likely,

by a kind of wolf-man?

Is this story based on fact, or
are we just crying wolf again?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, find out what secret's
waiting to be revealed

in the mysterious
antique store on "Beyond

Fact or Fiction."

Years ago, these items were
a part of most American homes.

Today, they've become
valuable antiques.

One might wonder if our modern
day appliances will ever

provide the nostalgic memories
evoked by these artifacts

of yesteryear.

Dr. Edwin P. Costin is a man
who appreciates his past,

but today he's in
a personal crisis.

He's lost the will
to practice medicine.

But even as he's
rejecting tomorrow,

he's about to come
face-to-face with yesterday,

and his future will
never be the same.

My husband Edwin
was an excellent doctor,

but lately he had been seeing
fewer and fewer patients,

and I could sense he was
slipping into a depression.

So I suggested we
take some time off

and travel down some country
roads, soak up the local color.

In the old days that always
cheered Edwin up, but this time

it wasn't working.

I was beginning to
fear that he might

never practice medicine again.

Are you sure you really
want to go in there, Kaye?

Looks more like a junk
shop than an antique store.

You love these old places.

Come on, Edwin.

You never know what you'll
find when you get inside.

All right.

At least maybe we get
something cold to drink.

It's 115.

How can anybody
work in this heat?

I had picked some
time to go sightseeing.

The entire south was in the
midst of a record heat wave,

which didn't help Edwin's mood.

I didn't want to admit
it, but Edwin was right.

It was a dust trap inside
and it was impossible to tell

the antiques from the junk.

And the eccentric owner didn't
seem to help matters either.

Well, hey there.

Welcome to Danny's Mack's
I apologize about the heat,

but the swamp cooler's been
down since the electricity

blew a few days ago.

You wouldn't happen
to have something

cold to drink, would you?

Oh, sorry.

Like I said, there
ain't no electricity.

But I do have some
homemade lemonade.

There ain't no ice,
but at least it's wet.

That would be great.

Thank you.

Picked it right off
the trees out back.

Pretty colorful old guy.

Eh?

Oh, yeah.

Real colorful.

Come on, Ed.

Could you at least pretend
to be having a good time?

I'm sorry, Kaye.

I'll try.

Lemonade sweet
enough for y'all?

Yeah.

Edwin had that far away
look again, like all the life

was draining out of him.

I wondered if he would ever
return to his practice.

And then--

Kaye?

Look at this.

What is it?

It's an old icebox, like
the kind my grandmother had.

Everybody else owned
a refrigerator,

but she wouldn't give up
that old icebox of hers.

I remember you mentioning
that a long time ago.

This thing brings
back a lot of memories.

When I was eight
years old, it was

my job to carry ice to my
grandma's every other day.

It was my special chore.

My mother gave it to me because
she didn't feel that she

could depend on my brothers.

Your mom was right.

I probably wouldn't
have become a doctor

if it wasn't that old icebox.

Lot of kids my age were quitting
school, going off on their own.

I even ran away once,
but after a few hours,

I began to worry about who was
keeping grandma's icebox full.

Your grandma
meant a lot to you.

She encouraged me to do
something with my life.

Yeah.

If it wasn't for her,
I'd probably never

would have become a doctor.

If you folks are interested
in this antique icebox,

I can make you a
good deal on it.

It was just brought
in this morning.

Thank you, but we're
not really interested.

I'm extremely
surprised you folks

couldn't find anything
you liked amongst all

those valuable antiques.

Hey!

You've got to help me.

My partner's collapsed.

We was working and
he just passed out.

Kaye, get my bag.

What's wrong with him?

It's acute heat exhaustion.

Pulse is very weak.

We have to get him
inside, out of the heat.

We got to get his body
temperature down immediately.

I need ice and some wet sheets.

Like I told you,
there ain't no ice.

And the tap water
is hot as Haiti.

This man will die if
we don't cool him down.

Come on, Doc.

You gotta do something.

That's my
eldest boy, Jethro.

He can't die.

Know

Edwin!

You thirsty?
Come on.

Edwin!

There's ice in this thing.

Well, how'd that get there?

Get some sheets.

Get something to break
that ice up with.

How's that?

Is that enough?

How are you doing?

Feeling better?
- Yeah.

You

You're going to be all right.

I want you to take
him to the hospital.

Check him out,
just a precaution.

He's going to be OK.

Thank you, Doc.

You just stay calm until
the ambulance gets here,

Jethro.

You're going to be just fine.

How did that block
of ice get in that box?

I don't know.
It's like a miracle.

I don't believe it.

What?

It's my name, right
where I carved it

with an ice pick 40 years ago.

Kaye, this is my
grandma's icebox.

Edwin and I purchased the
icebox and it sits in our home

today.

Edwin hasn't suffered a
crisis of confidence since.

In fact, he's a better doctor
than he ever was, all thanks

to that old wooden icebox.

Is this just an
amazing coincidence,

or was the spirit of
Dr. Costin's grandmother

somehow watching over him?

And even if you accept the fact
that the same icebox could have

shown up years later,
hundreds of miles away,

how do you explain
the ice inside of it?

Was the icebox delivered
to Daddy Mack's store

with the ice already inside?

Is this story based
on solid reality,

or is it as fleeting
as a block of ice

on a steamy summer afternoon?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, a home invasion takes a
supernatural twist on "Beyond

Fact or Fiction."

One of the things that
brings people together

is the joy of cooking.

Thousands visit
with their neighbors

every day to exchange and
discuss their favorite recipes.

The ladies in our
next story love

to meet every week to
share cooking secrets

and stir the pot of friendship.

But there's something else
stirring this particular day,

and it'll take all the
power at their command

to survive the ordeal.

Oh dear.

Guess I'll
never be a card shark.

Oh Betty, you're
doing just fine.

Now if we could only get
Regina away from that stove,

we can get the game started.

Come on, Regina.

Just let it simmer
for a little while.

Hold your horses, girls.

I don't want to
hear any complaint

if the sauce isn't just right.

I'd add a pinch more sage.

It was a little flat last week.

All right.

I'll add three pinches,
not a pinch more.

Oh, I just love our little
get-togethers every Thursday.

She's right.

There's just no substitute
in life for old friends.

Yeah, you just like
getting away from Ralph.

That too.

Come on, girls.

Let's play some gin rummy.

I'm feeling lucky today.

It's amazing what my
little grandson Claude

can do with finger paints.

His teacher thinks
he has real talent.

You should see my
Darlene on point.

She's just so cute in that
tutu, I can't stand it.

Now who could that be?

I wasn't expecting anyone.

He's probably just
one of the neighbors

with some homemade jam.

Yes?

Oh my.

Shut up, you bunch of old
ninnies, before I kill y'all.

Shut up!

Now put your money and your
valuables on the table here.

Now!

Come on, Come on.

Y'all got to have
more than this.

We don't.

We never do, I swear.

Uh-uh, there's got to be
more in this pretty little

house than this chump change.

OK, everybody down
in this basement.

Come on, let's go.

Young man, if you
leave right now,

I promise you won't get
yourself into any more trouble.

Would you shut your mouth,
old lady, and get down there.

Let's go!

And keep quiet down there.

What do you think
he's going to do?

Well, he's probably
going to gather up

all the valuables in the house.

And then he'll come back
down here and murder

us all in a horrible fashion.

Oh stop talking
that way, Betty.

You're scaring us.

It's so dark down here.

Oh dear, oh dear.

What is this?

What the-- Nothing but
a bunch of cheap junk.

That's much better.

Oh yes.

The candles make
a big difference.

Damn.

How'd that happen?

I am so scared.

Oh just relax, Norma.

It's all going to be OK.

We just have to
have a little faith.

I think we should
all hold hands.

Oh spirit of darkness,
now is the time to bring us--

What are those
old fools doing?

Are they praying?

Bring us justice
from this crime.

Oh spirit of darkness,
now is the time to bring

us justice from this crime.

Oh spirit of darkness,
now is the time to bring

us justice from this crime.

Oh spirit of darkness,
now is the time to bring

us justice from this crime.

Oh spirit of darkness,
now is the time--

Whoa!

To bring us
justice from this crime.

Oh spirit of darkness, now
is the time to bring us--

What is this?

What's happening here?

No!

Us justice
from this crime.

Oh spirit of darkness,
now is the time to bring

us justice from this crime.

Oh spirit of darkness--

The passerby
heard the strange noises

coming from the house
and called the police.

When they arrived,
the thief was still

unconscious on
the kitchen floor.

The four ladies in the
basement said they had no idea

how that could have happened.

However, neighbors
told the police

that they had come
to expect odd sights

and sounds whenever the ladies
had their little Thursday get

togethers.

Justice from this crime.

Were our sweet little
old ladies actually

part of a witches' coven?

Neighbors report they
could hear them chanting.

Did the intruder fall
victim to their spell,

or did his own clumsiness
cause his downfall?

And if our ladies were
not really witches,

why did they have access to
a knowledge of so many things

associated with witchcraft?

Truth or falsehood?

Fact or fiction?

It's up to you to
choose which is which.

Next, you'll find out
which of our stories are fact

and which are fiction,
when "Beyond Belief: Fact

or Fiction" returns.

And now it's time to
see which of our stories

are inspired by actual events,
and which are totally made up.

Let's look back at
the story of the race

car driver whose life was
saved by a ghostly apparition.

True or false?

What's going on here?

Oh man.

Could this story
have possibly happened?

According to our
research, it happened

to a driver on the West
Coast in the mid '80s.

How about the story of
the battling sisters

who fought even after they
were separated by death?

Fact or fiction?

Rhoda, I am so
glad you could be here

to help celebrate my wedding.

Maybe now finally we can
put everything behind us

and become friends.

We'll never be
friends, Camille.

I'm the one who should be
wearing that gown, not you.

Kevin should be marrying me.

Kevin doesn't love you, Rhoda.

He never did.

You just want him
because I have him.

You have always been that way.

You are a sick woman, Rhoda.

You should get some help.

According to public
reports, this one was

inspired by an actual event.

It happened.

Let's review the story of
the doomed soul who believed

he was cursed as a werewolf.

True or false?

There's going to be
a full moon tonight.

What do you want from me?

I want you to keep me alive.

You feel you're going to die?

Yes.

You may think it strange because
death would bring me peace,

but I want to live,
Dr. Melbourne.

Life is still precious,
even to a werewolf.

Was this story inspired
by an actual event?

Not this time.
We made it up.

Let's look back at the story
of the mysterious icebox

that gave the doctor back his
will to practice medicine.

This man will die if
we don't cool him down.

Doc, we've gotta do something.

That's my
eldest boy, Jethro.

He can't die.

Edwin!

Come on.

Edwin!

There's ice in this thing.

Did you think
this one was fact?

We played a trick on you.

It's fiction.

How about the story of
the little old ladies who

are experts of the
art of witchcraft?

True or false?

Oh spirit of darkness,
now is the time to bring us

justice from this crime.

Oh spirit of darkness
now is the time--

To bring us justice
from this crime.

Oh spirit of darkness, now is
the time to bring us justice--

What is this?

What's happening here?

No!

Our research shows this one
happened on the East Coast.

It's fact.

Every day, the concept of truth
seems to become stretched,

distorted, and compromised.

Maybe it's time to accept that
some things go beyond our ideas

of truth and fall into
a category that can best

be described as beyond belief.

I'm Jonathan Frakes.

The story's
entitled "Red Line"

and "The Gathering"
are true, based

upon firsthand
research conducted

by author Robert Tralins.

For "Beyond Belief:
Fact or Fiction,"

this is Don LaFontaine.