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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.

Sometimes, reality and
illusion live side by side.

But to understand
the difference,

you must examine all sides.

Take this globe.

A perfect symmetrical form.

But when we check more
closely, the truth is revealed.

So it is with tonight's stories.

On the surface, they may seem
to be complete representations

of the truth.

We'll tell you
which ones are true

and which ones are false
at the end of the show.

And remember, check out
every angle before you judge.

You may be getting
only half the story.

The word redecorate sounds
so simple, so carefree.

You try to do it,
you're immediately

surrounded by floor
plans, swatch charts,

sample books, bills
that invariably

add up to thousands of dollars.

Chad is a master carpenter.

He knows how to change rooms.

But he also knows
how to change lives.

Victoria Bowen started
out as a rich client.

But Chad redecorated her life.

His newest add on is himself.

And he now shares her
bed and her bank account.

But watch carefully, because the
plans are about to be altered.

Some people's lives
are like soap operas.

Take Victoria Bowen.

After her wealthy husband
died, she kept falling

in love with the wrong men.

And with her new husband,
Chad, the soap opera

was about to intensify.

I love your rough
carpenter's hands, Chad.

And they're just
for you, baby girl.

The two first met

when Victoria hired Chad
to do some remodeling

work on her condo.

They were immediately
attracted to each other,

but for different reasons.

Chad?

Yes, baby?

Have you kept your promise?

Of course I have, baby girl.

You're the only one.

I swear.

Victoria
had only one rule, that Chad

remain faithful to her.

I can't believe
what you do to me.

You're the best, baby girl.

I love being
here with you Chad.

I just wish I could
stay here all the time.

It'd be so great, if
this place was ours.

Well, don't get
greedy, Andrea.

We got more money
than we ever had.

We got a good thing going here.

I got my own bank
account, credit cards.

I know.

I know.

We must enjoy yourselves.

The old bag is gone
the whole afternoon.

What a mess.

Can't wait until
this remodel is done.

Get out.

Get out of my home,
you and that slut.

Get out of here.

Look, Victoria, I can explain.

No, you can not.

I'm an idiot.

And to think I couldn't
wait to get home to see you.

Baby girl, we
can work this out.

I am not your baby girl.

Your baby girl is in my bed.

It's over, Chad, all of it.

The checking account, the
credit cards, the Corvette,

it's all gone.

Look, I know how you feel.

I really do.

All I'm asking for is
a little understanding.

You'll get nothing from me.

I'm calling my
lawyer and I'm having

you removed from my will.

You understand?

I'm having this whole
charade annulled.

Now, get out.

And take that trash with you.

You'll never get my money.

And you'll never leave here.

Where'd you get the gun?

Girls can't have
too much protection.

Yeah, right.

I had to do it.

I know.

You just shouldn't
have done it here.

How are we gonna
get her out of here?

We're not.
There's too much security.

We're leaving her here.

What?

Yeah, no, I've been
thinking about it.

I can-- I can build a wall in
the living room, a fake one.

We'll stuff her behind it.

I got all the building
materials I'll need right here.

If they ever find her,
we'll be long gone.

Chad, you are so hot.

Yeah, we make a good team.

Yeah, you, me, and
her credit cards.

Bye bye, Victoria.

Thanks for everything.

So is that it?

I just got to blow some
insulation in the wall

with that popcorn machine.

Then, we're all done.

Let's do it.

All right.

Let it rip.

Hey, good pressure.

This won't take long.

What-- what's going on here?

I don't know.

It just-- it just died.

What the hell's
happening here?

Andrea, go get me a hammer.

Help me pull these snails out.

This is too weird.

This i impossible.

Chad, what's happening here?

I don't know, baby girl.

Get me out of this.

It shouldn't be doing that.

I don't know what to do.

I'm stuck.

What the hell is that?
- Chad.

I don't know what's happening.

What is that?

I don't know.

This is crazy.

What is happening?

Oh my god.

What is this?

Chad.

The bodies were

discovered three days later.

The entire crime was recorded
by a security camera secretly

installed by a suspicious wife.

Was this a series of
disastrous accidents?

Or was there something
else at work?

Can we really believe that
an expert with equipment,

like Chad, would
suddenly be victimized

by such out-of-control
machinery?

Why wasn't he able to save
both himself and Andrea.

Could it be that
the supernatural

took over, controlled
by the deadly anger

of a betrayed wife?

Was this story of the
schemers permanently

caught in the act true?

Or is it just another cover?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, murder stalks a
cell block, on "Beyond

Belief, Fact or Fiction."

There are tribes located
in various isolated parts

of the world who believe that
if someone takes your picture,

they steal your soul.

But in our culture,
having your picture taken

is a form of compliment.

We are in effect saying to
the subject of the photo,

I like how you look
and I want to remember

you just how you have.

However, there are
some photos which

nobody wants to be the subject.

With this photograph,
you are entitled

to one free call and a
night of accommodation,

usually with a
roommate from hell.

Buffalo County Jail is
about to get a new resident.

But he's not like
the other tenants.

Before he leaves, he'll
be the talk of the block.

The old
man was the strangest case

I'd ever seen.

He had been arrested for
destroying public property.

He carried no identification.

And when they ran his prints,
they found no previous record.

The only name he'd given
the authorities was Anatole.

William Pope, meet your
new roommate, Anatole.

I don't want no roommate.

It's not
up to you, Pope.

Just behave yourself.

Oh, yeah.

I always do.

Just mind your
business, old man.

I'll let you live.

That night,
as the other prisoners tell

the story, things were
mostly quiet in the cell

of William Pope and
Anatole, quiet until it

was time for lights out.

As Anatole lay
there on his bunk,

it was the psychopathic
killer, William Pope,

who broke the silence.

You ever talk old man?

Not much.

Anatole?

Anatole.

What the hell kind
of name is Anatole?

It's just a name.

You ever heard of me?

No.

Don't you ever read
the papers or watch TV?

I'm interested in
newspapers or television.

Well, you happen to be sharing
a cell with a very famous man.

Hey.

You hear me?

I heard you.

Know what it is
they say I did?

No.

Say I killed 15
people in 15 months.

That's a person a month.

Did you?

What do you think?

I think it is true.

You ever kill
anybody, Anatole?

No.

You do it once and you
get a real taste for it.

There was this one kid.

He was the best.

College kid, sitting on this
park bench, reading a book,

minding his own business.

I made friends with him.

I gained his trust.

Then, I followed him to his
car and as he was unlocking

his door, I grabbed this--

this big piece of concrete.

And I called out
his name, Allen.

And I bashed his head in.

You should've seen the
look on this guy's face.

What's the matter, old man?

I scare you?

I was called in
the next morning.

This is how we found him.

He was still alive last
night at lights out.

Then, that old man must
have some pretty strong hands.

Yeah.

I don't know how he did it.

Pope was a powerful man.

Yeah, I know.

I was Pope's arresting officer.

Took three of us
to bring him down.

Far as I'm concerned,
this Anatole guy

saved the state some money.

You know, I still don't
understand how he escaped.

There's no way out of here.

Well, maybe someone
wasn't doing their job.

What's that?

That's strange.

It's a picture of
Pope's last victim.

I remember him.

College kid named
Allen Guttenoff.

What's it doing here?

I don't know.

There's an old man
there with him.

Hey, he looks just like
pope cellmate, Anatole.

Maybe the old man
left us a calling card.

I spent the next few
days attempting to locate

Allen Guttenoff's father.

I finally traced him
to a nursing home

in Phoenix, Arizona.

Have you been to Phoenix
before, Detective Murdoch?

No, I haven't.

So this patient of yours, Mr.
Guttenoff, what kind of person

is he?

Sweet, quiet, just
a wonderful man.

Yeah?

It was so tragic
about his son.

Yeah, it was.

Why is he in that wheelchair?

Mr. Guttenoff's been
confined to a wheelchair

ever since he had a
stroke six months ago.

It happened the day after
his son was murdered.

Can I talk to him?

Sure.

Don't be too long.

He tires very easily.

Are you Anatole Guttenoff?

No.

I-- I'm Anatole the Avenger.

I couldn't
see booking the old man.

My official report read
that I couldn't locate him.

And that was the last I ever
heard of Anatole the Avenger.

What happened here?

Was Anatole faking
his infirmities

at the end of our story?

Did he actually show up at the
jail to commit his revenge?

If so, how did he
escape that night?

Was he in collusion
with one of the guards?

Or is the explanation
more mystical?

Was the visitor to the cell
that night and avenging spirit

rejected by a sickly old
man to exact punishment

for the death of his son?

Do you believe the tale
of Anatole the Avenger?

Or like the concept of revenge
itself, is it only an illusion?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, an unattractive
woman learns

the meaning of
beauty and mystery,

on "Beyond Belief,
Fact or Fiction."

Have you wandered pass
those state of the art

cosmetics counters lately?

If you have, you may
have seen this gizmo.

With the flick of
a computer switch,

you can see what you might
look like with another look

all together.

Take this, potentially
lovely creature, for example.

How would he look, say, without
that distinguished beard?

Or perhaps with a more
avant-garde hairstyle?

Suppose we just let his
hair down altogether.

I was hoping for a more
Leonardo DiCaprio thing.

I guess the computer
can only do so much.

June Bondy would never spend any
time with this type of thing.

She's never cared much
about how she looks.

But she's about to learn that
real beauty is more than skin

deep.

It pierces the soul.

I worked as a
secretary for a large insurance

company for two years.

During that time, I ate my
lunch alone on the same park

bench every day.

I knew I wasn't pretty.

And because of that,
I wasn't very popular.

I had resigned myself
to living a lonely life.

Loneliness is something
you get used to.

The hard part is how
cruel some people can be.

Doesn't she work with us?

Yeah.

She's a real loser.

Look at her.

I tried to
act like I didn't care.

But I heard remarks
like those all the time.

And they hurt me deeply.

Would you please
just leave me alone?

I'm really not interested.

Yes, you are.

You just don't know you are.

Why don't we try to get to
know each other a little bit?

Let got of me.

Come on, babe.

Loosen up.

Please.

Give it a chance.

I'm not gonna bite you.

Please.

Unless you want
me to, of course.

Come on, honey.

Leave her alone.

Beat it, lady.

Come here, baby.

You know you want it.

I said, leave her alone.

And I said, beat it, lady.

What do you think
you're doing, lady?

You're in big
trouble, you hear me?

Why don't we just call a cop
and see who's in big trouble?

Forget it.

Thank you so much.

He was such a creep.

I don't know
what came over me.

I mean, I took a
self-defense class.

But I've never had
to use it before.

Well, whatever you
learned, it worked.

This must happen
to you all the time.

I'm Clarisse.

June, just June.

I'd like to do something
for you, to thank you.

Oh, no.

You don't owe me anything.

I feel that I do.

Look, I was a model and
I did my own makeup.

Maybe I could show
you a few tricks.

I think it's gonna take
more than a few tricks.

We'll see.

Clarice
seemed to know

exactly what my good
colors were and what would

compliment my bone structure.

She reminded me of an artist,
the way she worked by instinct.

And even though I felt she
knew what she was doing,

I didn't hold out much
hope for the final results.

The strange part
was, even though she

worked on me all through
lunch, she wasn't

using all that much makeup.

I didn't know what to expect.

That's it.

I feel so strange.

Would you like to
look at yourself?

I can't believe it's me.

I'm--

You're beautiful, June.

It's my gift to you.

My life
changed immediately.

My long forgotten dreams
of being pretty and popular

had suddenly come true.

The great thing about
the makeover Clarice

gave me was how it stayed.

I woke up the next morning
and I looked exactly the same.

And then, I discovered when
I washed my face, that I had

hardly any makeup on at all.

Derek, I thought you were
having lunch with me today.

Oh, That was today?

Well, I'm almost done.

I might as well just
stay here with June.

Doesn't she look great?

Yeah, just dandy.

I hope I didn't
cause any trouble.

No.

Not at all.

I was wondering, are you
busy for dinner tonight?

Because there's
this great place.

I must admit,
I was a bit overwhelmed.

It was hard adjusting
to all the attention.

It was like I was
a whole new person.

I came back to the fountain
several days in a row.

But Clarice was never there.

I had to find her and
say thank you again.

And then, one day I saw her.

Clarice?

Hello, June.

I've been looking
for you every day.

I wanted to thank you.

How did you do this?

You completely changed me and
you hardly used any makeup.

What did you do?

It was a gift, from me to you.

Accept it as that.

Wait.

Let me take you to lunch.

Don't be alarmed, June.

What happened to you?

It was in a terrible accident.

When?

I just saw you the other day.

It was burned in a
fire two years ago.

But you were so gorgeous.

That one day.

My mind was spinning
with a million thoughts.

But none of them made any sense.

I only understood one thing.

I was looking into
the face of a friend.

Can I still take you to lunch?

I never saw Clarice
after that day.

I don't even know
where she came from.

Sometimes, I think she
was sent just for me.

All I know is, scarred or not,
she was the most beautiful

woman I've ever known.

Who was Clarice?

Was she an angel sent
to bestow the gift

of beauty on a deserving June?

Or did she somehow
have the ability

to hide her scars with makeup?

Wouldn't June have been able
to see that in bright daylight?

Or consider this.

Disabled people have
been known to regain

the ability to walk or talk for
a day and then lose it again.

Perhaps Clarice regained
her beauty for just one day

and then lost it the next.

Could this magical story
have a foundation of truth?

Or did we just make it up?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, a careless mistake leads
to a life-threatening night,

on "Beyond Belief,
Fact or Fiction."

A good mechanic always
knows where his tools are.

So an organized
workspace is a must

for the home improvement crowd.

Joel Latham is the kind
of at home handyman

who makes sure that
everything has a place

and there's a place for every.

His son Lauren hasn't found
the secret to his dad's

meticulous methods.

In fact, Lauren
hasn't found his house

keys for the last 18 years.

But he's about to find
himself in trouble from which

there may be no escape.

The day had finally come.

Our son Lauren was leaving for
college in upstate New York.

We were trying to be strong.

But we were having a
hard time letting go.

After all, he was
our only child.

All right.

Let's take this shot.

Go over there, Dad.

OK college man.

And--

We did have good
reason to worry about Lauren.

While our son was a very
intelligent young man,

he had one serious fault.
He was extremely forgetful.

Now, did you remember
to pack your jacket?

You know how cold
it gets up there.

Yes, Mom, I packed my jacket.

And Mom, you know you're gonna
have to stop worrying about me,

right?

I'll be fine.

Pop.

Come here.

All right.

So I'll call you guys
when I get there?

OK.

And we'll see you
Thanksgiving, sweetie.

Yeah.

Bye.

Bye bye.

Even in this
touching moment,

we couldn't forget how
absent minded he was.

Lauren hold up a minute.

You forgot your toolbox, buddy.

Was it on the truck?

Mhm.

Ah, man.

I can't believe I
almost forgot it.

Thanks, Pop.

Are you as worried as I am?

Yeah.

But we've got to let go.

All right.

Take care.

I kept telling myself
things would be all right.

But--

Lauren.

Lauren.

Lauren.

Three months had passed
since Lauren left for school.

And I couldn't stop
thinking about him.

I knew I was going to
miss him, but I didn't

think it would be this hard.

College was supposed to be a
big adjustment for a student.

I didn't realize how
difficult it was for a parent.

I guess I didn't know how truly
connected I was to my son.

So how's that
carburetor coming?

It's coming.

I just wish Lauren was here
to help me out with it.

Joel, honey, I
know you miss Laure.

I miss him too.

But you've got to snap
out of this blue funk.

I know.

I know.

I'm concerned about you.

I know.

I know.

And he does call
almost every day.

Yeah, but he's still
over a thousand miles away.

It's gonna be
all right, honey.

It's gonna be all right.

One cold
winter's night, Lauren

was coming back from a
party and found himself

driving on a deserted road.

It was one of
those times when it

didn't pay to be absent minded.

In fact, the temperature
had dipped dangerously low.

And as usual, Lauren
was not prepared.

Oh, man, I should've
brought a coat.

It's got to the carburetor
One quick adjustment

and I'm out of here.

Oh, no.

I can't believe this.

I forgot my toolbox.

No.
No.

Not snow.

It was the
kind of night when

people were found with
extreme frostbite,

or even frozen to death.

If only Lauren had
remembered to keep

a simple screwdriver in the car,
he could've gotten it started.

Dad?

Dad?

- Hello?
- Hey.

Hi, Mom.
Hey, sorry to call so late, Mom.

Lauren, are you all right?

Yeah, oh, I'm fine.

I just had a little
engine trouble.

Well, is he all right.

Yeah, he's fine.

He just had car trouble.

So what happened?

Well, Mom, it was
the weirdest thing.

Well, first, my car broke down.

And I didn't have a screwdriver.

And then, I was freezing out
here/ and I thought I saw this

guy that looked just like Dad.

He was fixing my carburetor.

Is Dad there?
- Yes.

He's right here.

Do you want to talk with him?

No, no.

It's late.

Just tell him I'll call
him in the morning.

And Mom, tell Dad I
love him, all right?

I love you too, Mom.

OK.

We love you too, honey.

Bye.

What happened?
What?

Is he all right?

I mean, what did he say?

He's-- he's fine.

He's going to call
you in the morning.

Oh, look at this.

There's grease on the sheets.

Did you wash up before
you came to bed?

Yeah.

I took a shower.

Didn't I?

Joel.

What's going on here?

Joel.

What's this doing here?

Joel, you're not
going to believe

who Lauren thought helped
him out there on the road.

What's the explanation here?

Did Lauren's father have
an out-of-body experience

that even he wasn't aware of?

Or was the man who
saved Lauren's life

just a wandering
good Samaritan who

closely resembled the father?

But then, how do you explain
the grease and screwdriver

in the father's bed?

Is this story of the
mysterious screwdriver

inspired by an actual event?

Or are we just screwing around?

We'll find out whether
his story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a simple mishap
almost ruins a man's future,

on "Beyond Belief,
Fact or Fiction."

We've all heard
the expression,

clothes make the man.

But is it really true?

Well, surveys indicate
that the better you look,

the better you feel about
yourself, the better you

feel about yourself,
the more likely

you are to make a strong,
confident impression.

Artie Holman has to make
a strong impression today.

He has a lot riding on
it, a new job, a chance

to rekindle an old romance.

He's dressed for the part.

But his dreams, his
hopes, and his stomach

are about to be tied in a knot.

I was back at
my favorite restaurant

for the first time in a year.

That's because I was having
the lousiest year of my life.

I had a chance to turn things
around in the next 12 hours.

And I was more than a
little nervous about it.

Hey, Artie, let me
help you with that.

Charlie.

Where'd you come from?

I didn't see you when I came in.

Oh, I've been
right over there,

like always, folding my towels.

Where have you been lately?

I haven't seen you
in such a long time.

Oh, man.

You would not believe
the year I've had.

I-- I lost my job
eight months ago.

And then, my head got so
messed up Nancy left me.

That's a shame.

She's a good woman.

It was all my fault, Charlie.

She's the best thing
that ever happened to me.

I was such an idiot.

Thanks, Charlie.

I'm actually meeting her
here today, for lunch.

We're gonna-- gonna
talk about us.

That's great.

Charlie
had cooled me off.

But I was starting
to lose it again.

No, it's not.

She's never gonna take me back.

I got this big job
interview this afternoon.

But I already know I have
no chance of getting it,

because they're just going
to hire somebody else,

somebody less qualified than me.

I-- I hate my life, Charlie.

I never should've
left home today.

Artie, Artie, Artie.

You got to calm down, my friend.

You are right.

You'll never get what you
want with that attitude.

I know, Charlie.

I know.

I just can't stop
being negative.

You've had a run of bad luck.

That's all.
What do you think?

You're different
than everybody else?

All you gotta do is get
out of this rut you're on.

I'm trying.

No, you're not, Artie.

You're not trying at all.

But there is something
you can do that'll help.

What?
I'll try anything.

What?

All you have to do is believe
that today is the first day

of rest your life.

Just don't complicate
it by overthinking.

Thank you, Charlie.

No, you keep it, Artie.

I don't need it.

Charlie had always
given me great advice.

Five years ago, he encouraged
me to propose to Nancy.

And when she said yes, it was
the happiest day of my life.

Now, I was trying to put it
all back together, once again,

with Charlie's help.

You look good, Nancy.

You already told
me that, Artie.

- I did?
- Three times.

It's just that you
you look really good.

I--

Four-- fourth time saying it.

Why did you want to meet?

Nancy, we-- I--
OK-- I--

It was Charlie reminding
me it was the first day

of the rest of my life.

I know I was a jerk before.

And I do not blame
you for leaving.

But Nancy, you got to know that
I am turning my life around.

Now, I got a big job
interview this afternoon.

And after I get this job, I
don't want to celebrate alone.

You know, Nancy,
today is the first day

of the rest of my life.

So share it with me.

You sound like
the Artie I married.

I missed you too.

You did?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, god.

I got to go back to work.

Can I call you later?

I'd like that.

As I watched
Nancy walk out,

I just knew my run
of bad luck was over.

You'll never get
that stain out.

It;s red wine, Mr. Holman.

There's no way it
can be removed.

OK.
Here's the thing.

I have a very important
job interview in an hour.

And I really have to
have a clean suit.

Can't you go home and get one?

No.

I can't go home and get one.

This is my only suit.

Don't worry, Artie.

I can get the stains
out for you in no time.

How?

Trust me, Artie.

All it takes is a
little confidence.

I trusted Charlie.

But I could not believe he
could get those stains out

in time for the interview.

I suddenly saw the first day
of the rest of my life becoming

the worst day of my life.

And where was Charlie?

I don't believe it.

How did you do this?

This looks better than
when I first got it.

Hey, you want to look
your best on the first day

of the rest of your life.

Now, go get that job.

I didn't know
how Charlie did it.

All I knew was that
I had another chance.

And this time, I
wasn't gonna blow it.

I came back to tell
Charlie I got the job.

It turned out to be a
day I'd never forget,

for lots of reasons.

Mr. Holman, how'd you get
the stains out of your suit.

Old Charlie got the
stains out of my suit.

And I was just going to
say thank you to him.

Old Charlie?

The men's room attendant?
Mhm.

That's impossible.
Oh, yeah?

Why's that?

Charlie died six months ago.

What's the explanation
for this story?

Was the man who
helped Artie really

the ghost of Charlie Hayes?

Or was it just someone
who looked like Charlie?

If so, how did the
men's room attendant

know so much about Artie.

Or could Artie have been
hallucinate, imagining

that Charlie was there?

If so, then, who removed the
wine from Artie's clothing.

Is this story of the old
friend who cleaned a suit

an example of pure truth?

Or does it bear a stain of lies?

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.

What was your
opinion of the story

of the two scheming
lovers who were covered

up by their own misdeeds?

True or false?

What is that?

I don't know.

This is crazy.

Oh my god.

The story points
of this one have

been created by the
imagination of our writers.

It's fiction.

How did you judge the tale of
the invalid father who somehow

avenged his son's murder?

What's the matter, old man?

I scare you?

This time, our research
shows that this story

happened in the New York
City area prior to 1982.

It's fact.

Let's take another look at
the tale of the plain Jane

who was transformed
into a raving beauty

by a mysterious stranger.

I can't believe it's me.

I'm-- you're beautiful, June.

It's my gift to you.

Was this one true?

Not this time.

It's a work of fiction.

How About the story of the
college student who was

rescued by the spirit of his
father thousands of miles away?

Lauren, are you all right?

Yeah, Mom, I'm fine.

I just had a little
engine trouble.

What?
Is he all right?

He's fine.

He just had car trouble.

If you thought this story
was true, we deceived you.

It's fiction.

Let's take another
look at the plot

about the man whose day was
saved by a ghostly men's room

attendant.

But there is something
you can do that'll help.

What?
I'll try anything.

What?

All you have to do is believe
that today is the first day

of the rest your life.

Our research shows this one
happened in a Miami restaurant

in 1979.

It's based on an actual story.

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 Johnathan Frakes.

The story's entitled
Anatole and Charlie are true

based upon firsthand research
conducted by author Robert

Trallens for "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

This is Don Lafontaine.