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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.

An upside down portrait
of a vaguely familiar face.

At first blush, it appears
to be a normal photograph

viewed from an unusual angle.

But let's turn it over.

My apologies to any
children we just frightened,

especially mine.

As you can see, the photo
is not what we expected.

Our eyes processed false
information to our brain

and we were tricked.

Tonight, you'll be
presented with five stories.

We'll tell you which
are true and which are

false at the end of the show.

Before you prejudge them,
examine them from all angles.

And don't accept
anything at face value.

Every week, you see ads for
house sitters in the paper.

Have you ever
considered being one?

People who need to
leave town are always

willing to hire a responsible
party to live in their home

and make sure no harm befalls
it while they're gone.

Allie Prescott is taking on a
house sitting job this week.

She has lots of
good books to read

and a things to-do list
provided by the owner.

But before this job is
through, her main thing to do

will be to survive.

I was a
junior in college.

And I thought I had
found a great way

to make some extra money.

I put an ad in the
local paper offering

my services as a house sitter.

I got a job right away.

And before I knew it, I
was spending my first night

in a huge, expensive mansion.

The owner was an architect
named Lloyd Townsend.

Mr. Townsend left
that morning to join

his wife, Madeleine, in London
for a month-long vacation.

It was a beautiful house.

But the weather was kind
of giving me the creeps.

Come on, Carol, just drag your
butt out of your apartment

and get over here.

I'm all alone.

Well, you can study here.

There's like 15 rooms.

Come on.

It's just a little storm.

What's the big deal?

Oh, weird.

You're not gonna believe this.

I'm watching TV and this
show just changed to some guy

mixing something with a shovel
in this little, dark room.

No.

I didn't touch anything.

Wait a minute.

There.

It's OK now.

I don't know.

Must've been some kind
of cable access show.

I don't believe it.

The guy with the shovel's back.

What is up with his TV?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll talk to you later.

Weird.

When I get nervous,
I get hungry.

And I was feeling really hungry.

Gross.

Gross.

Really gross.

Passable.

It was so quiet in
the house, I decided

to give the TV another chance.

I don't believe it.

What-- what is going on here?

What is wrong with this thing?

OK.

No more TV.

Turn off.

Turn off.

Hey.

This is insane.

There.

I couldn't figure out
what was happening.

I was hearing the
same scraping sound,

but the TV was unplugged.

No.

No.
That's not possible.

OK.

Who is doing this?

Is somebody here?

Alex, is that you?

OK, get a grip.

I was determined
to find out where

that sound was coming from.

It sounded like it was
somewhere in the living room.

But I had turned the
TV off there too.

I finally realized
that it was coming up

through the fireplace,
from the basement.

Hello?

I'm coming down here
and I have a weapon.

Is anybody down here?

Is there anybody here?

I knew I was getting closer,
because the sound was

getting louder.

And that's when I saw it.

I wasn't sure what
it was at first.

Why would anybody put
a camera down here?

I suddenly realized I was
standing in the same area

as the man on the tape.

But what had he'd
been doing down here?

What was he mixing?

Who's that?

Who's there?

Oh my god.

Help me.

What happened?

My husband buried me alive.

Who are you?

I'm Madeleine Townsend.

I'll get help.

I called the police right away.

And they freed Mrs. Townsend
from the ash catcher.

Lloyd Townsend was
arrested for attempted

murder in Europe brought
back to the United States

to stand trial.

And me?

I gave up house
sitting and went back

to being a part time waitress.

The video that Allie
saw was of Mr. Townsend

mixing the mortar
for the brick tomb

he had encased his wife inside.

Fortunately, Mrs. Townsend
had suspected her husband

for some time and had
planted the video camera

in the basement to spy on him.

But how did the
video keep turning

up on the TV sets upstairs?

Was it because the Townsends
had recently rewired their home?

But then, how did the
camera turn itself on?

In deciding whether this
story is fact or fiction,

put yourself in Allie's place.

Are you occupying a space
where trust resides?

Or are you sitting
in a house of lies.

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

at the end of our show.

Next, a mysterious
vision appears

during an armed
robbery, on "Beyond

Belief, Fact or Fiction."

The neighborhood phone booth.

What with the popularity
of the personal cell phone,

they're becoming a
vanishing species.

But how many dramas
have taken place

in these tight little boxes?

How many secret romances?

How many extreme pleas for help?

Jason Layard is in
a desperate place.

He's down to his last chance.

Will he stand up for
what he believes,

no matter what the consequence?

Or will he just phone it in?

I was driving through
this small town called

Port Angeles on my
way back to college

when my car started
losing power.

I knew something was wrong.

So I pulled into the
first repair shop I saw.

Yeah.

You got a problem here.

Fuel pump's busted.

Oh, man.

I don't believe this.

Well, can I make
it back to school?

Not without a fuel pump.

Carburetor ain't
getting any gas.

That's why you're losing power.

So how much is
a new fuel pump?

I don't know.

Labor, parts, around $400.

$400?

Maybe a little more.

But I got to get back to school.

Not in this car.

OK.

Go ahead.

Fix it.

You got $400?

I'll get my parents
to wire me the money.

Just fix it.

Hello?

Hello?

Jason, is that you?

Jason, is that you?

There was no way I could
ask my parents for more money.

It was real tough talking
to my dad about anything.

And my mom was fighting cancer.

I just couldn't go
through with the call.

I always felt so
guilty about the money

my parents had to
spend to put me

through college,
especially since they

had so little for themselves.

Then, I saw it,
just laying there.

Why would a gun be alongside
the road like that?

Did somebody toss it
out of a passing car?

I never held a gun before.

But as soon as I picked it
up, strange thoughts started

running through my head.

I was so desperate I
wasn't thinking straight.

All I saw was a quick
solution to my problem.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

So I waited for
everyone to leave.

But as soon as
one customer left,

another one would come in.

It was now or never.

All I had to do was scare
the guy and take the money.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

It was my father?

I got out of there fast.

I was totally freaked.

My parents lived
over 500 miles away.

And I had just heard my
dad's voice on the phone.

And where was that man now?

Why didn't he come
out of the store?

This time, there was
no one in the store,

except for the clerk.

I must have imagined
the whole thing.

It had to have been my nerves.

I should have just
forgotten the whole idea.

But I couldn't.

All I could think about was
getting the money for my car.

Hey, you.

You're not my father.

You can't be.

No.

You can't be.

What is happening here?

Hello, Dad?

Jason, how are you?

Oh, you're home.

Your mom had a
rough day today.

I-- is she OK?

She's fine now.

She's sleeping.

What are you doing
in Port Angeles?

How did you know I was here?

You phoned collect, remember?

Oh, that's right.

Jason, are you OK?

Are you in any trouble?

What do you mean?

Why would you think that?

The strangest thing happened.

I dozed off a little while
ago and I had this dream.

Your car broke down and
you were really upset.

And then, you were in this mini
mart, looking at sunglasses.

And then-- and I know
you'd never do this, Jason.

But in the dream, you had a gun.

And you reached into the till.

It woke me up.

That's some dream you had.

Jason, you know that if
you're ever in any trouble,

I'm here to help.

Thanks, Dad.

You already have.

My dad wired me the $400 for
the new fuel and a little extra

to keep me going.

We've become a lot
closer since then.

I almost made the mistake
of my life that night.

I'm just glad someone was there
to stop me, whoever it was.

What's the explanation here?

Who was the man in
the convenience store?

It couldn't have
been Jason's father.

He was miles away.

Was it a look like?

A twin brother of his
father's that Jason

had never heard about?

But then, how do you explain the
accuracy of his father's dream?

Was Jason's dad somehow
transported to the store while

asleep?

Is this strange happening
in the all night march

steeped in hours of research?

Or are we just presenting
a lie of convenience?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, strange things surround
a man and his new classic car,

on "Beyond Belief,
Fact or Fiction."

America has always had a love
affair with the automobile.

From its earliest
beginnings, the car has meant

more than mere transportation.

For many, these hood ornament
stand as an expression

of image and self-worth.

Val Giraldi does
more than invest

his money into classic cars.

He also invests
his heart and soul.

And his latest acquisition
may do more than take

him where he wants to go.

It's threatening
to drive him crazy.

I'd been a car
nut all my life.

When I was eight years old, I
could tell you what kind of car

was coming just by the
sound of its engine.

After a good year
in the stock market,

I was finally able
to purchase the car

of my dreams, a 1940 Packard.

I fell in love with the car
from the first moment I saw it.

It was kept in mint condition
by its original owner,

Clifton Teasdale, who
had died a year before.

All I cared about was making
sure it stayed that way.

Nice set of
wheels, Mr. Giraldi.

This is more than just
a set of wheels, Emery.

This is a 1940
Packard, 120 Cabriolet.

It's worth more than all
the cars in this garage

put together.

Really, huh?

These beauties don't come
on the market anymore, Emery.

Look at those lines.

It's a work of art.

How'd you find it?

A client of mine
tipped me off.

The owner's widow kept it locked
in a garage for the past year,

since her husband's death.

Apparently, the old girl
made some kind of death bed

promise to her husband
never to sell it.

But well, I can be
pretty persuasive.

Yeah?
What'd you do.

Well, let's put
it this way, Emery.

She didn't know what hit her.

Careful, Emery.

You know, there's some new
rules with the Packard.

Number one, never touch it.

And you don't let anybody
else touch it either.

I understand, Mr. Giraldo.

I also want a
bigger parking space.

I don't want anybody
accidentally denting it.

Well, actually, I
think all the parking

spaces in the building
are the same size.

Right.

Then, I'll pay extra
for these two spaces.

I also want you to put a
chain link fence around them.

A chain link fence?

I'm not sure I can do that.

You can do it, Emery.

Yes, sir.

Emery got the
fence up that night.

And I slept great knowing
the Packard was protected.

No.
It can't be.

Good morning, Mr. Giraldi.

So how do you like the fence?

Emery, there's a
dent in the door.

You did it.

You hit my car when
you put the fence in.

No, no, no.
Sir, I didn't touch your car.

Sir, I swear.
- Yeah.

Sure.

Dents don't just appear.

I don't see a dent.

Well, of course
there's a dent.

Oh, this is crazy.
I saw it.

There was a dent.

Well, maybe it was a shadow.

You know, the lights
down here could've been

playing tricks with your eyes.

Yeah.

Must've been a shadow.

Every chance I got, I'd give
the Packard a quick dusting.

I'll bet Teasdale himself never
took such good care of it.

I don't believe it.

This is no shadow.

Somebody keyed it.

Emery.

Well?

You're gonna tell
me that's a shadow?

I don't see a
scratch, Mr. Giraldi.

What?

Of course there's a scratch.

I don't understand.

It was there.

It was a deep, ugly scratch.

Well, it's not there now.

Look, I think you're
worrying too much

about the car, Mr. Giraldi.

You're seeing things.

I'm not seeing things.

This car is making
me a little crazy.

Well, just forget
about it for a while.

It's fine.

Really.

Maybe you're right, Emery.

I just need a good
night's sleep.

That's all.

I was becoming neurotic
about the Packard.

I felt a lot better after
a good night's sleep.

But then, the worst
possible thing happened.

It wasn't shadows.

It wasn't my imagination.

The Packard was gone.

What was going on here?

I had the only key.

Maybe I should never have bought
the car from Mrs. Teasdale.

Luckily, Clifton
Teasdale had installed

a tracking device on his car.

And the police found the Packard
a few hours later, abandoned

at the local cemetery.

Hey.

Hey, watch it.

I don't want any
scratches on that chrome.

Yeah?

Who are you?

I'm the owner.

Oh.

See any damage or anything?

No.

It looks good to me.

Well, why don't you
just let me drive it home?

Sorry.

It's got to go through
the impound first.

Figures.

Why would somebody steal
it and leave it out here?

I don't know, pal.

And then, I thought
I noticed something

that didn't seem possible.

I couldn't believe
what I was seeing.

The Packard was
found in a cemetery

where the original owner,
Clifton Teasdale, was buried.

Shortly after
the last incident,

Val Giraldi returned the Packard
to Clifton Teasdale's widow,

at no cost to her.

But the questions remain.

Who or what drove the car to
Teasdale's grave that day.

And how do you explain
the disappearing dent

and scratch on the car's body?

Were they figments of Giraldi's
obsessive imagination?

Or was Emery, the parking
attendant, at the bottom

of all this?

Is this story of the
classic car based on truth?

Or are we just taking
you for a ride?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, a man tries to
stop a terrifying dream

from coming true, on "Beyond
Belief, Fact or Fiction."

Excuse me.

But I've always
wanted to do this.

Buses for Springfield,
Hilldale, any corners.

Now, leaving at
gate number seven.

All aboard.

It's a familiar sound.

Approximately 22.2
million Americans

travel by bus every year.

Jordan Hicks works at
one of the many depots

that dispatch the
buses, drivers,

and passengers on their way.

As they say, relax and
leave the driving to them.

But Jordan Hicks will soon
have an experience that

leaves him so unnerved,
he's not about to leave

the driving to anyone.

I'd been
working as a maintenance

man for the Madison Tour Bus
company for the past 10 years.

My job was to make sure
that each bus was spotless

before it left the yard.

But that morning, I had
something else on my mind,

something much more urgent.

Sal.

Sal, Where's bus 29?
Has it left yet?

No.

No.

29's not going out til 10:30.

Have you seen Lyle?

He's in his office.

Lyle.

Lyle, I know this
is gonna sound Crazy

But you got to stop bus 29
from leaving this morning.

Why?

Isn't it clean enough
for you, Jordan.

They're all
gonna die in there.

What do you mean, they're
all gonna die in there.

I told you that this
was gonna sound crazy.

But I had a dream
last night that bus

29 had a horrible accident.

A dream.

Yeah.

The McLaren Bridge went out.

I was there, Lyle,
trying to wave them down.

But they wouldn't stop.

Bus 29 went nose first
right into the river.

Nobody had a chance.
They all drowned.

Jordan, you know I can't
stop a bus from going out,

because somebody
had a bad dream.

No.
You don't understand.

It was more than a dream.

It was-- it was so real.

It was like like a premonition.

Bus 29 is the
Great Lakes Tour.

It's a full load.

And it will be leaving, as
scheduled, at exactly 10:30 AM.

I can't let that happen, Lyle.

Mr. Masterson.

Mr. Masterson,
it's Jordan Hicks.

There's an emergency.

Please let me in.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Masterson's busy right now.

This is extremely
important, Debbie.

I have to see him.

What's the big
emergency, Hicks?

You have to stop
bus 29 from leaving.

I had a dream.
It crashed.

Everybody died.

Please, Mr. Masterson,
you can stop it.

Are you out of your mind?

That is the most ridiculous
thing I've ever heard.

There's only 10
more minutes left.

Get back to work, Hicks.

I'm busy.

Nobody would listen.

But I had to do
something or the blood

of all those innocent
people would be on my hands.

Jordan, what are you doing?

Chet, you can't leave.

You're all gonna die.

Get out of the
way and let this bus

leave, or you're gonna be
in a whole bunch of trouble.

What's going on?

Jordan had some dumb dream
that the McLaren Bridge went

out and this bus goes down.

Don't worry, folks.

The bus will be leaving shortly.

Just a little
scheduling problem.

Get back in the bus
and take off, Chet.

You can still make the schedule.

No.

Don't do it, Chet.

You gotta believe me.

You're all gonna die in there.

Keep your voice
down, you maniac.

I can't do it, Lyle.

I can't leave.

What?

Has everybody lost
their mind around here?

It was a dream.

Because of you and
your stupid dream,

we're 15 minutes behind
schedule with a bus

full of angry people.

They're demanding
their money back.

Now, you can either get on
that bus and start driving

or you can find
yourself another job.

I won't do it.

Fine.

Lyle, get another driver.

You're both fired.

- Mr. Masterson.
- Not now, Debbie.

I'm busy.

But you won't believe what
I just heard on the radio.

The McLaren Bridge
just collapsed.

My god.

If I had left on schedule,
we would have been right

in the middle of that bridge.

They scheduled an
alternate route.

And I got to leave
in about 10 minutes.

Chet I need to ask
you about something.

Why'd you believe me
when nobody else would?

Because last night, I
had the same dream you had.

How is this possible?

We've all had premonitions.

But can two people have the
same dream, at the same time?

Or did the driver,
Chet Carter, just

imagine he had that
dream after being

upset by Jordan's warnings?

Whatever the case, many
lives were saved as a result.

In telling this tale of
bus 29, have we reached

the destination of truth?

Or is this just another rest
stop on the highway of lies?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, a dead man's curse taunts
his widow from the grave,

on "Beyond Belief,
Fact or Fiction."

They say the grass
is always greener

in the other person's yard.

But today, we have lots of
ways to improve the situation.

Special fertilizer, seeds,
even vitamins for today's lawn.

And of course, a variety of
different sods to choose from.

Suzanne Elliott
is about to become

preoccupied with a certain
plot of dead grass.

Before this story is through,
who knows what else might die.

As we say our final
goodbye to Gordon Luther

Elliott, loving
husband, devoted father,

and successful businessman--

Gordon Luther Elliott

died of congestive heart
failure after spending

the last six months of his
life in a federal prison.

He was imprisoned for
embezzling a large sum of money

from a company he
owned with his partner.

Enjoying greener pastures
and life everlasting.

Gordon loved his wife
Suzanne and his son James.

And he cherished
the many happy hours

that he spent in his garden.

Gordon Elliott loved
making things grow.

Yes, he did.

And although he couldn't
resist the temptation of greed,

he must be forgiven his sins
and be allowed to rest in peace.

Amen.

Amen.

Goodbye, Gordon.

We forgive you.

Oh, shut up, Suzanne.

He doesn't want
your forgiveness.

That's no way to speak
to your stepmother, James.

My father was an
innocent man, Reinhardt.

And you know it.

He went to prison for a
crime he didn't commit.

He helped you build a
business and you shafted him.

It should be you in that
grave, not my father.

Come on, Suzanne.

The service is over.

You know, I was
with him when he died.

And he swore that no grass
would grow on this grave

until the truth comes out.

Eric, I think he knows.

So what?

He doesn't have any proof.

He'll get his inheritance
and forget the whole thing.

What was that whole
thing about the grass

not growing on Gordon's grave
until the truth comes out?

What did that mean?
- Just calm down, Suzanne.

Old Gordo took his
gardening too seriously.

He's dead.
There's nothing he can do.

Everything grows here.

Don't worry about it.

Three
weeks after the funeral,

Suzanne Elliott quietly moved
in with her dead husband's

ex-partner, Eric Reinhardt.

Who was that on the phone?

Don't get mad.

But I called the caretaker
from the cemetery again.

What?

Why do you keep doing that?

Eric, there still isn't any
grass growing on his grave.

Well, that's because
the caretaker's an idiot.

I told you.

He doesn't know what he's doing.

Well, he said
that there's grass

growing on all of the other
graves around Gordon's, just--

just not on his.

So?

There's something
wrong with the dirt.

Who cares?

No.

Eric, don't you see?

It's Gordon.

He is doing this.

All right, Suzanne.

Would it make you
feel better if I

hired a private
gardener to take care

of our little grass problem?

Yeah.

Cheers.

I don't get it.

It's been a whole month.

Soil tested fine.

There should be grass by now.

I tried everything, Mrs. Elliot,
chemical, organic fertilizer,

Bermuda, rye, Buffalo grass.

I even laid sod and that died.

I knew nothing would grow.

Don't give up yet.

I got one more idea.

We dig up the deceased
and we rebury him

in a more nutrient-rich plot.

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Go ahead.

Dig him up.

It's not gonna work.

I feel like I'm having a
nervous breakdown, Eric,

and you don't even care.

I care, Suzanne.

But you're bringing
this on yourself.

You're making a big thing
about some lousy grass.

It's Gordon's grass.

He is doing this to me.

I don't eat.

I don't sleep.

I look like a hag.

Look, they'll rebury him
and the grass will grow.

No.

You don't know Gordon.

He won't let us rest
until we confess.

What?

Now, you listen to me.

You don't even think
about confession.

I am not giving all of this up.

I have worked too hard
and too long to get it.

OK.

All right.

Then, we have to go to Gordon's
grave and beg his forgiveness.

You've got to be kidding me.

I'm not going Gordon's grave.

Then, I will tell everything.

I don't care anymore.
I can't do this.

Look at that.

They've already
dug his new grave.

Get on your knees, Eric.

Are you crazy?

Just tell him you're
sorry and let's go home.

It's freezing out here.

Eric, get on your knees.

Gordon?

Gordon, I know you can hear me.

I am so sorry that
you died in prison.

We never wanted that to
happen, did we, Eric?

No, we didn't.

Eric and I never planned
on falling in love.

It just happened, Gordon.

And we did frame you.

And we are so sorry.

OK, Suzanne.

That's enough.

OK, Gordon, will you
please, please forgive us?

Hey.

What's going on?

- Who's in there?
- I don't know.

I don't think he can see us.
- Hey.

Hello.

The caretaker found

the dead bodies
of Suzanne Elliot

and Eric Reinhardt
the following day.

He also noticed that
for the first time,

grass was growing on Gordon
Luther Elliott's grave.

Why wouldn't the grass
grow on Gordon's grave?

Was he controlling
things from beyond?

Or was it merely
a fluke of nature

that kept his
cemetery plot bare?

If so, how do you explain that
once his death was avenged

the grass grew tall and thick?

Was Gordon's son behind
the entire scenario?

But then, why
weren't the experts

hired by Suzanne and Reinhardt
able to make the grass grow?

In judging this
story, have we planted

the sweet smell of truth?

Or was that a whiff of
fertilizer in the air?

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

and which are fiction, when
"Beyond Belief" returns.

Now, let's look back at
tonight's stories and find out

which ones are inspired
by actual events and which

ones are totally false .

Let's review the story
of the house sitter

who discovered a
frightening secret.

Is there anybody here?

Why would anybody put
a camera down here?

Did you think this
story really happened?

You're right.

Our research shows
a similar incident

happened around the
Oregon-California state

line in the early '80s.

What was your opinion
of the young man

whose misdeeds were stopped
by a vision of his father?

Hey.

Hey, you.

This strange story
has to be fake, right?

Wrong.

It's fact.

A similar story happened to
a young man in the Pacific

Northwest about 20 years.

How about the story of
the classic motor car

that drove its owner
to distraction?

Well, you gonna tell
me that's a shadow?

I don't see a
scratch, Mr. Giraldi.

What?

Of course there's a scratch.

I don't understand.

It there was there.

It was a deep, ugly scratch.

Well, it's not there now.

Look, I think you're
worrying too much

about the car, Mr. Giraldi.

You're seeing things.

I'm not seeing things.

This car's making
me a little crazy.

Was this story based
on a real happening?

Not this time.

We made it up.

The story of the two men who had
the same premonition about bus

29, how did you judge that one?

Chet, you can't leave.

You're all gonna die.

Get out of the
way and let this bus

leave, or you're gonna be
in a whole bunch of trouble.

What's going on?

Jordan had some dumb dream that
the McLaren Bridge went out

and this bus goes down.

Don't worry, folks.

The bus will be leaving shortly.

Just a little
scheduling problem.

Get back in the bus
and take off, Chet.

You can still make the schedule.

No.

Don't do it, Chet.

You got to believe me.

You're all gonna die in there.

This strange story
of a double premonition

seems to be a work
of fiction, right?

That's exactly what it is.

This story never happened.

The grave were no
grass would grow

until the dead man was avenged,
how did you judge that one?

And we did frame you.

And we are so sorry.

OK, Suzanne.

That's enough.

OK, Gordon, will you
please, please forgive us?

Hey.

What's going on?

- Who's in there?
- I don't know.

I don't think he can see us.
Hey.

Hello.

Did you think this was real?

If you did, we got you.

This one's fake.

Were you able to get a
hold on the truth tonight?

Or did reality remain
an elusive concept.

And when you reach
out to grasp it,

does it turn out to
be beyond belief?

I'm Johnathan Frakes.

The true
stories tonight

were based on firsthand
research conducted

by author Robert Tralins.

For "Beyond Belief,"
this is Campbell Lane.