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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
truth and illusion

are one in the same.
For example, this simple spiral.

It measures precisely 13 inches.

Now, watch as I stretch it out.

What does it measure now?

Exactly the same.

The truth is that it only
appears to be stretching out.

Nothing about its
measurements are changing.

Truth and illusion side by side,
just as in tonight's stories.

We'll tell you which
are true and which are

false at the end of the show.

And keep in mind, what appears
true may in fact be false.

And what appears
to be a fabrication

may not be a stretch at all.

Does your computer ever seem
to have a mind of its own?

Does it ever hide
a file from you

or sometimes print a
file you didn't ask for?

And if the communication between
your computer and your printer

breaks down, this
can be the result.

Valerie Simms was
going to take some time

off to be alone
with her thoughts,

her hopes, and her computer.

But what's about
to happen to her,

no computer could
possibly program.

I had been happily

married for the past 18 years.

I had a supportive
husband and a great son.

And then one day
out of the blue,

I was hit with a full
blown midlife crisis.

Something was missing, I was
feeling terribly unfulfilled.

I had always wanted
to be a writer

but I never seemed
to have the time.

There was always
something else to do.

And the writing just kept
getting pushed to the next day.

I finally decided
to take a stand

and commit myself to my writing.

I knew I couldn't do it at
home, so I rented a small house

on Moonstruck Beach
to try and knock

out the great American novel.

It was the perfect setting--

quiet, and inspiring.

I was just having a little
trouble getting started.

It was amazing,
when I was at home,

I always had a million stories
running through my head.

Now I couldn't think of one.

I'd been working on a couple
of ideas for about a week

but I wasn't getting
anywhere at all.

My husband, Joe, called
almost every day offering

words of encouragement.

Sorry, I didn't
mean to scare you.

The name's Jerry--

Jerry Corbin.

I'm the caretaker around here.

Valerie Simms.

I know, I got about
a half dozen houses

that I take care of.

You must keep pretty busy.

I do, there's
always something.

You need anything done?

Uh, no, no.

No, no everything
seems to be fine.

Cool.

I live in that little
house right up the hill.

If you need anything, anything
at all just give a holler.

Thanks, I will.

VALERIE SIMMS
I took

a long walk hoping to break
through my writer's block.

Then suddenly, I saw it.

It was gone.

I could have sworn
I saw a woman's body

lying in that same exact spot.

There was nothing there.

I must have seen a shadow but
it looked so real from up there.

I needed to relax and figure
out why I was seeing things.

But then things kept
getting stranger.

I hadn't written
anything and I wondered

where it had come from.

As I caught the
reflection in the glass,

I clearly saw the
name Deanna Lindsay.

It was everywhere on the page.

I kept asking
myself over and over

again, who was Deanna Lindsay?

I didn't know
anyone by that name.

What was going on here?

I was feeling very uneasy,
even a little afraid.

It's just me, Mrs. Simms.

Oh, hi Jerry.

I was going to make
a run to the market,

and wondered if you
needed anything?

- No thanks.
- All right, I'll see you later.

Jerry, have you ever heard of
a woman called Deanna Lindsay?

Deanna Lindsay?

Yeah, sure.

She rented this house
about a year ago.

She was a writer just like you.

Oh.

It was terrible, I mean
she committed suicide.

She jumped off the bluff and
they found her on the rocks.

Why do you ask?

Um, well I just
remember reading something

about it in the paper.

Oh yeah, it's a big
story around here.

It was pretty sad, she
was a real nice woman.

So are you sure can
bring you back something?

No, thanks.

VALERIE SIMMS
I could

not get the image
of that woman's

dead body out of my mind.

I wondered if this was where
they found Deanna Lindsey.

Was it her I saw?

But how could that be.

Nothing was making any sense.

All I could think about
was getting in my car

and driving as far away
from that beach house

as I possibly could.

Come on!

Come on!

Why won't you start!

Having a little car
trouble Mrs. Simms?

Get out of the car!

I told you, get out of that car!

I told you, get out of that car!

VALERIE SIMMS
The Sheriff

found Jerry Corbin lying in
the driveway unconscious.

He eventually admitted
to pushing Deanna Lindsay

off the bluffs and to the murder
of two other women in the area.

I went back home after that
and wrote my first novel.

I called it, "Moonstruck Beach."

Was it really the
ghost of Deanna Lindsey

who visited Valerie Simms?

Could the printout have been
some sort of psychic connection

from one writer to another,
or were the messages

typed by Jerry Corbin?

Was he playing some
sort of twisted game?

Whatever happened, three
murders were solved

and one was prevented.

Is this story a garbled
work of fiction or does

it actually reflect the truth?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, a dying woman is visited
by a mysterious stranger on,

"Beyond Belief--
Fact or Fiction."

Hospital rooms can be
drab depressing places.

That's why it's a thoughtful
and helpful gesture

to send patients gifts
to cheer their spirits.

In fact, many psychologists
believe there's a healing

power in gifts like these.

Along with, of course,
personal visits.

Ruth Atkins is seriously ill
in a room at Mercy Hospital.

Nobody's sending
anything to her room.

Right now, nurse
Peyton is concerned.

She's about to be astounded.

NURSE PEYTON
I never

wanted to work in one of those
sprawling medical centers

where the patients
were only referred

to by their room number,
or by their insurance

company billing ID.

So I was glad to
find a job at Mercy

Memorial where I could give my
patients personal attention.

One of those patients
was Ruth Atkins.

She had arrived at the
hospital in a comatose state

due to acute blood acidosis--

a potentially fatal condition.

Sadly, she had no
visitors in the three days

since she'd been admitted.

How's Mrs. Atkins doing?

Oh, she's not
getting any better.

Her blood pH levels
are down and her blood

pressure is extremely low.

Well it's likely she'll
never come out of that coma.

It's just sad that she has to
be alone at a time like this.

It's not like she'd
know if anyone was here.

I-- I really believe that
comatose patients can sense

the presence of a loved one.

Well, then you'll be glad
to know the hospital's been

able to locate Mrs. Atkins son.

Oh really, is he
going to come see her?

Well, he's in
the Navy stationed

on a ship in the Bering Sea.

But he is trying
to arrange a leave.

Well, I just pray that
he gets here in time.

It
was later that same day when I

saw a man visiting Mrs. Atkins.

He's not on this floor.

Yes but oddly doctors don't
report their whereabouts to me.

Well, it looks like Mrs.
Atkins finally has a visitor.

I hadn't noticed.

The hospital community
liaison might have

notified Mrs. Atkins church.

Yes?

Yeah he must be her minister.

Huh, it looks like Mrs. Atkins
blood pressure has improved.

With
Mrs. Atkins particular illness,

it was unheard of for
a patient to experience

such sudden improvement.

The doctors couldn't
explain it but I

was grateful just the same.

It may have bought enough
time for her son to see

his mother one last time.

As it turned out, Mrs. Atkins
improvement had been temporary.

Her vital signs dipped
back down during the night.

Prognosis wasn't promising and
her son hadn't arrived yet.

Joanie, I know
how much you wanted

Mrs. Atkins to pull through.

I know how much you root
for all your patients

but it's going to wear
you down if you keep

getting this emotionally
involved with every patient

that you care for.

I didn't become a
nurse so that I could be

disinterested in the outcome.

But, you have to
realize that for Mrs.

Atkins to pull through this,
it would take a miracle.

Well I happen to
believe in miracles.

Deep down, I knew

the senior nurse was right--

I shouldn't hold out hope.

But then, just as before,
Mrs. Atkins condition

suddenly improved.

The man continued to visit her
regularly and with each visit

Mr. Atkins seemed to get better.

Eventually, she came
out of her coma,

baffling the doctors once again.

When her son arrived, we
were able to greet him

with the best possible news.

His mother was headed
for a full recovery.

They want to keep an eye on
me a little longer but they say

I'll be able to go home soon.

Well, looks like you
fooled all those doctors.

They didn't know my mother
was made of such tough stuff.

With her condition stabilized,

Mrs. Atkins moved
out of intensive care

and into a private
room on a lower floor.

Thank you for taking such
good care of my mother.

Joanie, come in.

Hi, I just finished my shift
so I thought I'd drop by.

Wow, your room looks so cheery!

My son brought some
things from home to make

me feel more comfortable.

What beautiful flowers.

Some people from the church
brought those by yesterday,

when they looked in on me.

Oh, that reminds me, I
stopped by because I found

your Bible in your room in ICU.

How on earth did it get there?

Oh, I think that your
minister left it there.

My minister?

Your visitor.

It's a beautiful Bible.

My husband gave me this Bible.

We used to go to
church every Sunday.

Here's a photo of us taken
on Easter a few years back.

Oh, this is your husband.

He has such a warm
and comforting smile.

I thought he was your minister.

Oh, heavens no.

Martin was never in the clergy.

He was a building
contractor until he

passed away two years ago.

But, that man
who was just here--

You're the first visitor
I've had today, dear.

After questioning
her coworkers,

Joanie learned she was the only
person who ever saw the man

at Mrs. Atkins' bedside.

Did Ruth Atkins' late husband
actually return as an angel

to visit her every day?

Or was it Joanie's
own faith that

permitted her to see a miracle?

But how do you
explain that it was

only after Joanie saw Mr. Atkins
that Ruth started to recover?

If you're looking
for truth here,

can you walk right in or
are visiting hours over?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, a biking trip
turns into a disaster.

On "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

Ever gone mountain biking?

Bikes like these are
not only great exercise,

they're made to go
over rough terrain--

hills, gullies, and streams--

wherever the adventures lie.

Peter and Gary Vollard
are a father and son pair

who love to go mountain biking.

In fact, it's a
family tradition.

But as we all know,
sometimes family traditions

can turn into disasters.

JONATHAN FRAKES
Gary Vollard

was a marketing executive for
a successful sports equipment

company in Denver, Colorado.

Every summer for
the past 16 years,

Gary had accompanied his
father, Peter, on a mountain

biking trip to Aspen.

This was the first time
since he was 12 that Gary

wasn't joining his father.

And although he was
stuck behind the desk,

his thoughts kept
drifting towards Aspen.

Gary?

Gary, are you with me here?

Yeah sorry, I just
spaced out for a second.

So what about that
shipment of snowboards?

I just told you, they left
yesterday, right on schedule.

I'm sorry Kathy, my mind
is somewhere else today.

You should have gone
trail biking with your dad.

I wish I could have but
all these orders came in,

I had to be here.

Well you're not exactly here.

I think it's great
how close you two are.

I bet they're flying down
Monument Trail, right now.

JONATHAN FRAKES
At that moment,

Gary's two boyhood
friends, CJ and Kenny,

were leading the way.

But Gary's dad
wasn't far behind.

Can you believe last drop?

Came jamming down
that thing so fast.

My hip!

I hit those rocks.

Yeah, I almost bought it.

Oh looky, looky
here comes Peter.

Hey, was that
incredible or what?

I hate to admit it guys,
that trail is getting

tougher and tougher every year.

If Gary heard you say that,
he'd be all over your case.

Yeah well, don't tell him.

He still thinks
I'm indestructible.

Sure wish he was here.

It's not the same without him.

It sure isn't.

But, some people have to work.

Unlike you two bums.

How about last one down
to Sunnyside buys the beers?

Tell you what,
you guys go ahead,

I'm taking Loggers Line Loop.

Loggers Line Loop, it's going
to take you an extra two hours.

I'm in no hurry.

Well, see you at Sunnyside
and uh, you know where we'll be.

JONATHAN FRAKES
Peter

was feeling empty
without Garry and wanted

some time to himself.

But his decision to
travel a separate trail

would prove to be
an important one.

That's weird, what happened?

I don't know.

JONATHAN FRAKES
Peter Vollard

knew that he'd never
be able to climb

out of the ravine on his own.

He could feel that
he had shattered

his left leg on impact and had
probably broken several ribs.

Gary.

Gary, your waterfall
just stopped.

It's still plugged in, the
pump must have burned out.

Something's wrong with my dad.

He's in trouble, I can feel it.

I'm sure everything's fine.

No, it's not.

I've never felt this
way before Kathy.

Book me on a flight to Aspen,
I need to leave right away.

It's been almost two hours.

Peter's sure taking his time.

You know that trail,
could be another hour

before he gets down.

Hope he makes it before dark.

Peter was using all

his outdoor
experience to survive.

He knew he must be
going into shock

and he couldn't see how anyone
would ever find him in time.

I gotta hit the john.

CJ, CJ over here.

Gary-- Is that you?

Peter is in trouble.

What?

He went off the
trail and he's hurt.

Get a search party
together, now.

How do you know this?

Just do it or Peter will die.

Hey man, get me a phone.

Come on, man, get me a phone.

Hello?

Dad, are you OK?

I'm all right Gary.

Thank God.

I'd still be here if
you hadn't come to Aspen.

What do you mean?

I didn't come to Aspen.

I couldn't get a flight out of
Denver because of the weather.

CJ Mattson, the
man at the bar,

swears it was Gary who told
him that Peter was hurt.

Gary insists he never
went to Aspen that day.

Did Gary's love and concern
for his father subconsciously

transport him to the scene?

Or was it someone else who told
CJ to organize a search party?

If so, who was it and how would
he know that Peter was hurt?

In telling this story of the
mountain bike trip gone bad,

have we stayed on
the trail of truth,

or have we gone off road again?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, ghoulish secrets
of the people next door.

On "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

Are you careful with
your personal records?

Many people have taken to
using shredders, like this one,

to destroy the papers they
don't want lying around.

Thieves and con artists can
use discarded ATM receipts

and utility bills
to steal from you--

even to assume your identity.

Wade Harris is an
expert in such crimes.

He's never been stopped.

But even the most cunning crook
can pick the wrong victim.

I never
held an honest job in my life.

I figured, why should
I if I didn't have to?

It was always a
new scam, something

to keep the cash flowing in.

I knew that most
people are lazy,

they never take the time
to shred their credit

card and bank statements.

They just throw them in the
trash without a second thought,

like they were leaving
them there and just for me.

I knew the garbage pickup days
of all the best neighborhoods

in Los Angeles by heart.

It was easy work and
if I stayed smart,

I figured I'd never get caught.

I was doing well enough
to rent a nice house up

in the Hollywood Hills.

All I needed was your canceled
check or a credit card receipt

and I became you.

At least long enough to
transfer some of your money

into my bank account.

I was good at what
I did but I still

hadn't made that one big score.

And then they moved
in across the street.

They'd been living
there for over two weeks

but I only saw them come
and go late at night--

just like me.

She was the most beautiful
woman I had ever seen.

At first I thought they
were father and daughter

but then, it was Hollywood.

I had a strict rule never to hit
the garbage in my neighborhood,

but I had to find
out who they were.

Oh wow.

I was pretty sure

that even if the
woman did see me,

the darkness would have
hidden my identity.

I found out that
the man was a baron.

Baron Stokely Vradma,
and he was loaded.

I traced his account
number to a Swiss bank.

There were hundreds of thousands
of dollars in the account.

The only problem was
cracking the access code.

But, it didn't take me long.

I transferred a bundle
out of Vradma's accounts,

so I decided to go out the
next night and celebrate.

I finally hit a big score.

What are you celebrating?

Oh, don't worry about it.

I picked this girl up

at a bar in Hollywood.

I think her name was Brady.

Here's to, um,
other people's money.

Are you expecting someone?

No.

Good evening.

My name is Marta,
I'm your neighbor

from across the street.

OK, I'm a little
busy right now.

I have a business
proposition for you.

A business proposition.

Look--

I know what you've done.

You've stolen money
from Baron Vradma.

Come on in.

What's going on?

Nothing, party's over.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

This really sucks.

You're not so great.

So, are you going
to turn me in or what?

Quite the contrary.

I want to be your partner.

What?

Baron Vradma's a horrible man.

He thinks he owns me.

I want to get back at him
and I want my freedom.

Right, so where do I fit in?

I know where all his money is.

And you can help me break him.

I kept thinking,

who is this woman,
what was she up to?

It all seemed too
good to be true.

This is Vradma's main account.

There's $25 million in there.

Give me your account number
and I'll make the transfer.

That's it.

Congratulations.

You're a millionaire.

That's incredible.

Come here.

WADE HARRIS
Everything

was happening so fast,
I know we were kissing

but that's all I remember.

I woke up on the floor
feeling like I'd been drugged.

I've decided to forget
about the partnership

and gain full control
of the business.

What?

You took everything.

WADE HARRIS
The police

showed up the next morning and
arrested me for grand larceny.

I knew Marta had turned me in.

But that was not
all that she did.

Oh my God.

WADE HARRIS
I told them

how Marta had bit me
on the neck and how

I knew that she must have turned
into a bat flew out my window.

Judge said I was insane
but he was wrong.

I know what they really are
and what they made me into.

Is it possible that
Wade Harris had vampires

for neighbors, or were they just
better con artists than he was?

Wade did have those two
puncture wounds on his neck

but maybe they were
self-inflicted.

And what about Wade's fangs--

were they real or
porcelain caps?

Maybe Wade had one
more con up his sleeve,

to cop an insanity plea so he
wouldn't do time in prison.

In presenting this vampire tale,
have we put the bite on you

or is there a shred of truth?

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

at the end of our show.

Next, two hippies
are wrongly accused

of murder on "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

Ah, the '60s.

The time of Woodstock,
love beads, peace rallies.

They say if you can remember the
'60s you weren't really there.

But two young people who
were definitely there

are Jared Evans and
Jenny Wakefield.

In fact, as we join
them, they're hitchhiking

their way around the country.

And these two flower
children are about to find

a path strewn with thorns.

All right.

Thanks a lot, man.

Peace.

Back in 1967,

I'd known Jenny Wakefield
for about a year.

It was the summer of love and
we were crazy about each other.

We were on our way home
to Petaluma, California

after spending the
weekend in Haight-Ashbury,

where it was all happening.

Oh come on, stop!

Peace, brother!

I loved Jenny,

she was such a free spirit.

We didn't care about anything.

The future was now.

We hitched everywhere, to
love ins, to peace rallies,

to rock concerts.

But on that day we were having
a lot of trouble getting a ride.

Why don't they stop?

There's bad vibes
in the air, everyone

must be a little uptight today.

Oh.

Hey baby, I am starving, you got
anymore of that granola left?

Actually, we ate it all.

Finally!

Hey, what's happening?

Thanks for stopping.

This is a far out car.

Is this the right
road to Petaluma?

Yeah, straight ahead.

That's where we're going.

Hey!

That's a real bummer.

We forgot about the Mustang

and caught a ride
with a truck driver.

He dropped us off
at a general store

on the outskirts of Petaluma.

Hey, you two need some
help finding something?

No, we're cool.

JARED EVANS
Jenny and I

were starving and broke
so I decided to liberate

some food for the cause.

I didn't notice that
the owner was watching

us in the security mirror.

Hey, hippie!

You going to pay for that stuff?

Jenny, look!

Jared, he's got a gun!

Get in, it's running!

JARED EVANS
The owner

of the store called the cops
and 20 miles down the road,

they caught up with us.

Being arrested for
shoplifting and stealing a car

was bad enough.

But what happened next
changed our lives forever.

We got a dead body in here.

What?

We had nothing to do
with this, I swear.

All we do is lift
some food and the guy

had a shotgun, so we took the
car but we didn't kill anybody.

You freaks are in
a lot of trouble.

We told the police

about the blonde woman
with the lady luck tattoo,

but they didn't care.

Lots of people hated
hippies back then

and we were found guilty of
murder in the second degree.

Jenny and I spent the
next five years in prison,

while we appealed the case.

We were finally able
to get a new lawyer

and he got us a new trial.

Because of the lack of evidence,
the verdict was overturned

and we were freed.

Jenny and I never stopped
loving each other.

As soon as we got
out of prison, we

got married and opened a
small health food restaurant

with money from our parents.

We'd been in business
for about five years

and we were doing pretty well.

So we splurged and
bought ourselves

a used Mustang convertible.

Jared, what are you doing?

We're late.

Oh come on Jenny,
you remember how hard

it is sometimes to get a ride.

You're right.

Where are ya headed?

Just down the
road a few miles.

Well, get in.

Great.

Get out of the car!

Take it easy, we
don't want any problems.

Shut up!

Just get out.

It was her.

I can't believe it.

Jenny
and I walked to a pay phone

and called the police.

They caught the woman that same
day and we got our car back.

After we gave
testimony at her trial,

the old murder
case was reopened.

Fingerprints were found
on a tire iron that

matched the tattooed woman's.

She finally confessed that
she had stolen the car

and killed the owner
all those years ago.

Could this really
have happened?

Could the same woman have
shown up again years later

and encountered the same couple?

Was some force of fate making
sure that the right person

was found guilty of
the crime or was it all

just an amazing coincidence?

Do you reject this segment
as just another lie,

or will you give
this piece a chance?

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.

What about the
woman whose computer

seemed to channel the
spirit of a murder victim?

Was this a true story?

It's an exercise in
creative writing--

it's false.

How about the story
of the patient who

was visited by the ghost
of her dead husband?

Well it looks like Mrs.
Atkins finally has a visitor.

I hadn't noticed.

The hospital community
liaison might have

notified Mrs. Atkins church.

Yes?

Yeah, he must be her minister.

Huh, looks like Mrs. Atkins
blood pressure has improved.

You think you've heard
a story like this before?

You might have, it's true.

According to our
research a similar story

happened in the Pacific
Northwest in the late '80s.

Let's look again at
the son who saved

his father through an
out-of-body experience.

CJ.

CJ, over here.

Gary-- is that you?

Peter's in trouble.

What?

He went off the
trail and he's hurt.

Get a search party
together, now.

How do you know this?

- Just do it or Peter will die.
- Hey, man, get me a phone.

Come on, man, get me a phone!

Is this story true?

Yes-- it was based
on a similar event

that took place around
Colorado about 20 years ago.

How about the con man who
met his match in a couple

of neighborhood vampires.

You took everything.

Did a similar story to
this one to take place?

Could be, but we
made this one up.

Let's have one more look
at the strange story

of the '60s couple who
encountered their nemesis

again, years later.

Where ya headed?

Just down the
road a few miles.

Well, get in.

Great.

Get out of the car.

Take it easy, we
don't want any problems.

Shut up!

Just get out.

It was her.

I can't believe it.

Did you guess it was true?

You're right.

The story spans a
five year period,

covering locations
from Northwest

California to Eastern Canada.

So were things black
and white tonight,

or did they seem to be
varied shades of gray?

And when the truth is shaded,
can we still call it truth?

Or is the search for
truth a complex pursuit

where we're certain to encounter
things that are beyond belief?

I'm Jonathan Frakes.

The true
stories on tonight's show

were based upon
firsthand research

by author Robert Tralins.

For "Beyond Belief,"
this is Campbell Lane.