Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction (1997) s02e08 Episode Script

[music playing]
They say the truth will out.
But is it always
that easy to see?
NARRATOR: "Beyond
Belief, Fact or Fiction."
Hosted by Jonathan Frakes.
We live in a world where
the real and the unreal
live side by side,
where substance
is disguised as illusion,
and the only explanations
are unexplainable.
Can you separate
truth from fantasy?
To do so you must break through
the web of your experience
and open your mind to
things beyond belief.
When we attempt to separate
reality and illusion,
it's best not to
trust our senses.
For example, this drawing.
Our eyes tell us that the
line in the lower segment
is definitely longer than
the line in the other one.
But let's-- let's
look at the truth.
They're exactly the same length.
Tonight, we'll show
you stories that
will cause you to challenge
what your senses are telling.
Are the stories real or unreal?
We'll let you know at
the end of our show.
In the meantime, be forewarned.
In order to tell the difference
between reality and illusion,
you have to read
between the lines.
Anyone who who's ever
visited a theme park
knows how real they can make
animatronic figures these days.
If you didn't know
better, you'd swear
the same displays that
are set up to amuse you
are a living, breathing things.
Ted Beeman works in a
special effects house that
makes figures for theme
parks, children's museums,
and the movies.
His skill at creating
these lifelike creatures
would certainly
earn the admiration
of the early pioneers
in this field,
people like, for instance,
Doctor Frankenstein.
If the masks and models on
display in this workshop
look familiar to
you, they should.
For this fantasy factory,
located somewhere
on the outskirts of Hollywood,
is responsible for creating
many of the special
effects creatures
and monsters you've seen on your
favorite TV shows and movies.
The goal of the
craftsman here is
to get you to suspend
your disbelief
and accept their work as a real.
And purely as a figure
of speech, of course,
they want to scare you to death.
That was my fault.
I'm sorry, Kirby.
JOHNATHAN FRAKES:
Meet Ted Beeman.
He's the one
wearing the glasses.
The hairy fellow is Ted's
latest creation, Kirby.
When Ted and Kirby play
their game of monkey see,
monkey do, millions of
dollars are at stake.
Ted is obsessed with his work.
He's driven, involved, neurotic.
But one thing Ted
is not is bored.
Tired too, Kirby?
Yeah.
Me too.
It's been a long five months.
But we've both been
working real hard.
It's been great.
You've really been like
that true friend to me.
You're the best.
PERRY: Beeman.
Did you hear that?
It's Perry.
All right.
What's up with the lousy monkey?
His name's Kirby.
And he's not a
lousy monkey, Perry.
He's a giant lowland gorilla.
- All right.
He's a work of art.
You feel better now?
Is he-- is he ready?
I'm still having
some problems.
Great.
Great.
The studio's been
calling me all morning.
I mean, they start
shooting next week.
They want the ape now or they
are going to hold up payment.
Now, I'm not gonna take
the hit for that, Beeman.
I know what I'm doing.
I'll get him to work.
It's a software problem.
I just need more time.
Time is up.
OK?
I want that piece
of junk working.
Do not call him a piece of
junk, not in front of him.
What?
What am I gonna do?
Am I gonna hurt his feelings?
You know, you-- you're
one weird dude, Beeman.
In my day, we did not have
to rely on computer geeks,
like you.
I mean, you're sitting around
here all day, all night.
You never go anywhere.
You never do anything.
You don't even have a life.
I enjoy my work.
Uh huh.
Well, I don't think
I don't hear you
talking to these things in here,
like they were really alive.
You're a real freak case.
But you listen up,
I want that big ape
ready to ship first
thing tomorrow morning
or you are gone.
And I will make sure
that you don't work
at any other shop in this town.
What are we
going to do, Kirby?
I can't let you go.
It'd be like selling a friend.
Best friend I ever had.
I have an idea.
Sorry, Kirby.
We won't be able to
play for a while.
But this will give us more time.
JOHNATHAN FRAKES: The
story goes that Ted
Beeman took something home
with him from work that night.
See you in the
morning, off buddy.
JOHNATHAN FRAKES: In the
corridors of Hollywood,
they still talk about
what happened that night,
something seen only
by artificial eyes,
set in artificial heads.
PERRY: Beeman.
Beeman?
Beeman.
Where is that jerk?
Oh, come on.
He should be working
on that thing.
Beeman.
All right.
That's it.
He's finished.
He-- oh, look at you,
you half a million
dollar pile of worthless junk.
OK.
What's going on here?
Yeah.
OK.
It looks like you're
working just fine to me.
OK.
Baby, I'm shipping you
off tomorrow morning.
And I'm gonna fire
that idiot, Beeman.
Huh?
OK.
Let's put you away now, huh?
Oh, great.
Great.
Malfunction.
Well, I'll just shut you down.
Hey.
Come on.
Shut down.
Hey.
Hey, shut down.
Come on.
Shut down.
Come on.
Shut--
[inaudible]
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Open up.
Help.
Beeman, let me out.
Beeman.
[inaudible]
What happened?
Owner's dead.
Fell down the rolling stairs.
Broke his neck.
Perry Burke is dead?
Wait a minute.
I left you-- no.
That's impossible.
I pulled your driver board.
So how did you get here?
What happened here?
Did Ted's creation
really kill Perry?
Kirby's driver board
had been removed.
So how could he have moved?
Did he actually come
to life on his own?
Or did Ted Beeman kill his boss
and concoct this entire story
to fool the police?
Or is it we who concocted
this story to fool you?
NARRATOR: We'll find out if
this story is true or false
at the end of our show.
Next, two young men
encounter a mysterious woman
of haunting beauty on "Beyond
Belief, Fact or Fiction."
Attraction.
It's a curious
phenomenon, both in nature
and in human behavior.
The saying opposites attract
isn't just some cliche.
It's elementary science.
Magnetic poles of
the same quality
naturally pull away
from each other.
But change one
and the attraction
is impossible to stop.
The next story is about
magnetic attraction
between a man and a
woman, an attraction so
strong it defies explanation.
BEN: Matt and I like to
go for a run each day
after our last
class at Polytech.
We always follow
the same three mile
route through the neighborhood
that bordered our college.
Only this day, for some reason,
we chose a different path.
Look at that, a gorgeous girl
in a miniskirt is in trouble.
Pinch me.
I think I'm dreaming.
MATT: How do you know
she's in trouble?
Did you ever think she might
be breaking into the house?
Maybe there's a guy with a
gun in a car waiting for her.
BEN: I don't care.
I just want to meet her.
I knew Matt was right.
And we probably should've
minded our own business.
But I couldn't help myself.
Hi.
Do you need any help?
I locked myself out.
Are you sure
this is your house?
Ignore him.
He's very distrusting.
I've lived here my whole life.
I left my keys right
there on the table.
Hey, it happens.
I lock myself out all the time.
Don't worry.
I'll get your keys.
I didn't even know how
to break into a house.
But I wanted to
impress this woman.
She was so absolutely beautiful.
Got them.
MATT: I got a bad
feeling about this.
BEN: You got a bad feeling
about everything, Matt.
MATT: OK.
I'll give you that.
Would you look at this place.
Not only is she gorgeous,
but she's rich too.
Why is there an echo?
It's a big room.
But it's furnished.
Oh, hi.
We didn't hear you coming.
I didn't know
how to thank you.
You both have been so helpful.
BEN: It's no big deal.
By the way, I'm Ben.
And this is Matt.
Weird.
BEN: Beautiful place.
Do you live here alone?
No.
I live with my parents.
They're away on
business in Europe.
Well, here's to misplaced
keys and great new friendships.
So do you go to school around
here or anything like that?
No, not anymore.
Oh.
Interesting.
What kind of music do you like?
Donna Summer, The BeeGees.
Great.
Cool.
Retro.
Very hip.
It's-- it's cool.
So I guess we'll see
you around sometime.
What was your name again?
Thank you very
much for your help.
That was the weirdest woman
I ever met in my entire life.
She wouldn't tell us her name.
Yeah, she's a little weird.
But that's what
I like about her.
She's like a challenge.
Yeah.
Maybe she'll let your shake
her hand on the fifth date.
BEN: The next day, I insisted
we take the same jogging route.
I wanted to see her again.
What happened to this house?
Hey.
What happened to this house?
We were inside just yesterday
and it was like new.
Not this house.
Wait a minute.
I mean, maybe we're
on the wrong street.
You must be.
No.
This is the house.
I-- I'm sure of it.
That's impossible.
This house has
been closed up ever
since a young girl committed
suicide in in 20 years ago.
Her parents moved to Europe
right after it happened.
They died early this year.
And now, the bank
wants to sell it.
No.
We sat inside that
house and drank lemonade
with a beautiful, living woman.
Well, I got a key, if you
guys want to go take a look.
Yeah.
Let's go.
This has got be
some kind of joke.
Look at that.
Footprints.
Somebody's been here.
That's my footprint.
But this isn't how it was.
I don't like this.
I don't like this at all.
Hey, Ben, that's where
our glasses were.
BEN: Look.
What happened to
the other imprint?
Ben this is really
freaking me out.
Hey, guys, the floor.
Come here.
Come here.
Look at the floor.
Did Ben and Matt
really encounter
a spirit from the hereafter?
Were they really in that
house the night before?
If so how could the house have
been boarded up and unused?
Maybe they had their
streets confused
and actually had visited a
similar house on another block.
But then, how do you explain
those footsteps in the dust?
Is this story real?
Or have we constructed
a house of lies?
NARRATOR: We'll find out if
this story is true or false
at the end of our show.
Next, a baffling
crime on the beach
reveals a surprise
killer on "Beyond
Belief, Fact or Fiction."
This is a stamp used by
some police departments
to mark their case
work as solved.
Too many times,
this stamp can't be
used, due to blind leads, clever
alibis, or unwilling witnesses.
Many crimes remain
a mystery forever.
Detective Hank Reese is a
legend among detectives.
He's never had an
open ended case.
But he's about to be
faced with the most
baffling crime of his career.
And he must call upon
all his experience
to put his stamp on it.
DETECTIVE HANK
REESE: The Southern
California beaches are the
most beautiful in the world.
That's why I moved to
a house on the water
almost five years ago.
Maybe it's because I'm
a cop, but I like it
when the beaches are
clean and free of litter,
especially dead bodies.
She was my neighbor.
But now, she was the victim
of a bullet in the chest.
Hey, Hank, don't
you live around here?
A couple doors down.
I've seen her a couple
of times, running
on the beach with her dog.
What a waste.
Shot point blank
at close range.
No sign of a struggle.
Somebody just walked
up and blew her away.
I wonder why she didn't run.
Either she knew him or
else he surprised her.
Got some footprints.
Stocking feet?
They head off down
the beach and disappear
at the high tide line.
I wonder why he
took off his shoes.
WOMAN: Maybe he didn't
want to leave shoe print?
Maybe.
I don't suppose
there any witness?
No.
Nobody even heard the gunshot.
Waves probably muffled it.
WOMAN: She lived
with her boyfriend.
He's pretty shook up.
DETECTIVE HANK REESE:
I probably should've
stayed out of this one.
It was literally
too close to home.
But like I said, I don't like
people who litter my beach.
So she wanted to go out
jogging on the beach,
but you were too tired?
Yeah, that's it.
I usually go, but I
was too wiped out.
I had a 18-hour recording
session yesterday.
I should've gone.
Then, this never
would've happened.
Say, how was
your relationship?
What's that supposed to mean?
I loved her.
We were going to get married?
No arguments?
No fights?
Sure we had arguments.
Everybody has arguments.
Don't you have arguments?
Did you ever hit her?
Never.
I don't do that.
You think I killed
her, don't you?
Did you?
I don't want to
talk to you anymore.
I'm calling my lawyer.
I loved her.
I didn't kill her.
Dino.
DETECTIVE HANK REESE: I
didn't like this guy at all.
But I guess we were even.
His dog didn't like me.
What is it about dogs and me?
It's been the same
since I was a kid.
BOYFRIEND: That's weird.
He's usually very friendly.
I guess he doesn't like cops.
I pored over every
detail of the crime.
The boyfriend took
a polygraph test,
but it proved inconclusive.
I hated the pretty
boy and his mutt,
but I wasn't sure
he was a murderer.
If he was guilty though,
he wasn't going to get away
with it, not on my home turf.
Harve, there is something
not right about this case.
I can't put my finger on it.
Tuna?
You got anything?
Well, I found some
blood in the skin tissue
under her fingernails.
You find a suspect, we
can go for a DNA match.
Anything else?
So far, that's it,
besides the slug.
You're not gonna get
much out of this.
It's a 9 millimeter.
Every crook in the country
carries a 9 millimeter.
It's standard equipment.
All right.
Thanks.
Hey, Hank.
DETECTIVE HANK REESE: Yeah?
Drop this in evidence
for me, would you?
Save me a trip.
- All right.
I'll take it into
them tomorrow morning.
I was exhausted.
For the past several months,
I'd been waking up tired.
My supervisor had been begging
me to take some time off.
And maybe I would, but only
after I took care of this mess
on my beach.
For some reason, all
my dreams were turning
into horrible nightmares.
I would relive each crime
that I was investigating,
in every grisly detail.
I felt like I needed a nap.
And I feared inside
what my dream would be.
It was like all my other dreams.
Too real for a cop to feel
every time he closes his eyes.
It was the victim running
along, full of youth and life.
And then, suddenly, she
sees somebody she knows.
Maybe it was that lousy
boyfriend of hers.
And then, it's
always so damn real.
It was a panic attack.
I'd had them before.
I had to calm down so
I could think clearly.
My clothes were
soaked with sweat.
I had to get out of them.
That's when I saw it,
for the first time.
I must've done it
myself in my dream.
Where the hell did
these come from?
Oh, man.
I need a shower and some sleep.
My socks were damp and Sandy.
I still had the bullet with me.
Every crook in the country
carries a 9 millimeter,
but so do the cops.
I had to find out if
what I was thinking
could possibly be true.
I found the spent
slug in the page
that lists emergency numbers.
I held it up against the
murder bullet, a perfect match.
I wake up tired every
morning, because I
sleep walk every night.
The murderer was me.
Could this be true?
Could a man commit a
crime and not know it?
Have you ever experienced a
sleepwalking episode, either
by you or somebody near you?
It can be quite startling.
Sleepwalkers have been known
to get dressed, drive a car,
even eat dinner, all
while sound asleep.
Did this story of the cop
who discovers his own guilt
sound true to you?
Or are we guilty of deception?
NARRATOR: We'll find out if
this story is true or false
at the end of our show.
Next, a church choir has
a rendezvous with destiny
on "Beyond Belief,
Fact or Fiction."
Time is on our minds,
perhaps too much these days.
Timers, alarm clocks, calendars,
day planners all geared
to tell us where we have to be.
Of course, sometimes
we actually look
forward to these appointments.
We make sure we set
time aside for them.
For some, it's a bowling night.
For others, a card game
or, perhaps, a weekly lunch
with close friends.
For the members of the St.
Mordecai Baptist Church,
it was the weekly
choir practice.
7 PM every Thursday, a joyful
time to create a joyful noise.
[singing]
JOHNATHAN FRAKES: Sister Louise
Pittman and her mighty rays
of joy had been singing
together for the past 10 years
at St. Mordecai's
Baptist Church.
They pride themselves
on their perfect pitch.
And Sister Louise prides herself
on having perfect control.
(SINGING) I will
pray every time.
Feel the spirit.
Moving in my heart.
I will pray.
Yeah, well, how
was that, Louise?
Sounded good to me.
Excuse me, James,
is your name Louise?
And are you the
head of this choir?
I don't think so.
I'm sorry, Louise, I got a
little carried away by my solo.
I think it sounded particularly
clear this evening.
Particularly.
After
Oh, it was clear all right.
It was clear you were
going for a solo career.
LOUISE: You know what
I would do, baby?
I'd pull back just a little bit.
Because remember, you
are a part of a group.
Yes, ma'am.
LOUISE: All right.
You know, it's getting late.
So I don't see any point
in starting a new song.
I'll see you all on Sunday.
First service, 8 AM.
Yes, ma'am.
Hello.
There she goes again.
Every week, she tells
us the same thing.
I mean, we've been
together 10 years.
We know the schedule.
You know how she
is about punctuality.
Be on time or lose a dime/
Remember, that's Sunday 8 AM.
And on Thursday, rehearsal
as usual, 7 PM sharp.
Be on time or lose a dime.
[music playing]
JOHNATHAN FRAKES: The
week passed quickly
and then it was Thursday.
Choir rehearsal
night once again.
Laurence left an
important business
meeting early so that he could
get to rehearsal on time.
And Shelly was
preoccupied on the phone.
You can't keep letting
him push you around.
Oh, wait a minute.
No, choir practice tonight.
Oh, I've got plenty of time.
Now, where was I. Oh,
yeah, if he was my man,
the line in the
sand would be drawn.
JOHNATHAN FRAKES: Calvin was
waiting in front of his house
for James to pick him up.
It was always like this,
Calvin pacing impatiently
while James shows up
at the last minute.
The same ritual they went
through every Thursday night.
But this time, James was
actually ahead of schedule.
Well, I think
we're gonna be early.
Hey, better early
than late, right?
You know that's right.
JOHNATHAN FRAKES:
However, Laurence
was not having any luck at all.
His engine refused to turn over.
Come on.
This can not be happening,
not on Thursday.
Lord.
JOHNATHAN FRAKES: Sister
Louise lived within walking
distance of the church.
Every Thursday night, she
would leave promptly at 6:40,
knowing that she would hit
the first step of the church
at exactly 6:55.
She always liked arriving
five minutes early,
to set a good example.
CALVIN: Do you believe this?
Two blow outs the same time.
What are the odds
of this happening?
We better take pictures, man.
Sister Louise is
gonna want proof.
Right on schedule.
I already told you what
I thought you should do.
OK.
OK.
I understand you love the man.
Uh huh.
Wait a minute.
What time do you have?
10 to 7?
Oh, no.
My clock stopped, on a Thursday.
Girl, I got to go.
I'll talk to you later.
Excuse me, you're gonna
have to move that barricade.
I got to get through
here right now.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
But that's not possible.
See, the rain last night
undercut the street.
And now, we've got
a big sinkhole.
I mean, it's just not safe.
But that means I'm gonna have
to take the long way around
to St. Mordecai.
That's right, ma'am.
Well, that's gonna make
me late for choir practice.
- I'm sorry.
- No, darling.
You don't understand.
I haven't been late
once in 10 years.
Give me strength, Lord.
Give me strength.
JOHNATHAN FRAKES:
What the Lord did
provide for Sister Louise was
a lift on an emergency vehicle.
And even with that, she
arrived at the church
after her sacred
starting time of 7 PM.
What happened?
Gas main broke.
Church blew up 10 minutes ago.
Is everybody all right?
Yeah, we're all right.
I'm OK.
CALVIN: Strangest
thing happened.
It's first time we've all
been late in 10 years.
[singing]
Praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.
JOHNATHAN FRAKES: Every
member of the choir
had a problem that night, an
ironic circumstance that not
only kept them from being
in the church at 7 PM,
it also kept them alive.
Is it mere coincidence that
every member of the choir
was saved on the same night?
Or is it possible
that a higher spirit
was protecting this group
of inspirational singers?
What's your judgment on
this story of the choir
who escaped certain tragedy?
Is it a work of fiction
or gospel truth?
NARRATOR: We'll find out if
this story is true or false
at the end of our show.
Next, a chair comes
complete with a rich history
and a terrible curse on "Beyond
Belief, Fact or Fiction."
NARRATOR: Do you believe
in the power of a curse?
Lava rocks from
a volcano in Maui
said to be ruled by the
goddess Pele have been
known to bring
misfortune to people who
take them home as souvenirs.
Precious jewelry,
like this diamond,
has brought misfortune
to its wealthy owners
through the centuries.
And what about this
unusually shaped chair?
It was originally
designed for cold rooms
to protect people from drafts.
But as for this
particular chair,
protection is the last
thing it provides.
MS. WEISSMAN: Steel
magnate George
Talbot III inherited
a billion dollar
business from his late father.
He spent most of his
time traveling the world
in search of priceless relics.
Like so many sons of the
rich, he was spoiled rotten.
That's why he was one
of my favorite clients.
But this time, George's
obsession had gone too far.
It's here.
Right through here.
And we're going through
right through this archway.
Even though I was making a
sizable commission by procuring
this chair on his behalf, I was
very afraid of the reputation
that came along with it.
Just put it right over there.
Care-- care-- careful.
George Talbot had just
become the current owner
of the hooded chair.
I could only pray
for his well-being.
It's really the
perfect addition
to your collection, Mr. Talbot.
Yes.
Yes, it is.
MS. WEISSMAN: I tried
to put up a good front,
but I was frightened
by his behavior.
As he circled his
latest possession,
he seemed to be falling
under some kind of spell.
I only hoped he wouldn't be
tempted to defy the fates.
You're not going to
sit-in that, are you?
Why not?
I certainly don't believe
in that ridiculous curse
that's attached to it.
If I did, I wouldn't have
had you buy it, now would I?
See?
Nothing.
It's not very comfortable.
I certainly don't feel cursed.
Now, I'd like to see that list
of the previous owners, please.
Oh, I'm working on it.
But it's been really hard
to track all of them down.
This chair is over 300
years old and there
have been a lot of owners.
Just get me the
list Ms. Weissman.
That's what I pay you for.
Yes, sir.
I wasn't there the next day.
But I've heard the
story many times.
Jenny, the downstairs
maid, let her curiosity
get the best of her.
It's too hard.
That chair is not for
you to sit in, Jenny.
It is for me and my guests.
Do you understand?
Yes, sir.
I just wanted to see
what it felt like.
[phone ringing]
MS. WEISSMAN: Another week
went by at the Talbot house.
And then, came the news.
- Hello?
What?
How-- how did it happen?
MS. WEISSMAN: Jenny was
killed by a drunk driver
while crossing the street, just
one week after George Talbot
found her sitting
in the hooded chair.
It's impossible.
MS. WEISSMAN: He
refused to believe
that the chair had anything to
do with Jenny's untimely death.
But in the deep recesses of his
mind, he had his suspicions.
The next week, his close
friend Eric came to visit.
He insisted on sitting
in the chair over Mr.
Talbot's strenuous objections.
Two days later, Eric
Cates was piloting
his private plane to a
meeting in upstate New York.
The plane's engines suddenly
failed for no reason,
sending him to a fiery death.
The chair had claimed
another victim.
For the next month, George
Talbot's life continued
to get increasingly worse.
Talbot Steele was
besieged by lawsuits
and teetered on the
brink of bankruptcy.
It was becoming too
much for Talbot.
Everything his father had
built, he was about to lose.
Mr. Talbot?
What do you want?
Are you all right?
I found the documentation
about the chair.
I could come back.
No.
No.
I want to see that right away.
You won't believe it.
Amazing, isn't it?
GEORGE TALBOT: It's Napoleon.
MS. WEISSMAN: Look at the date.
June 17, 1815.
MS. WEISSMAN: Napoleon
was in a farmhouse
in Belgian planning strategy
for his battle the next day.
That battle was in a
place called Waterloo.
Mr. Talbot, this chair
is part of history.
Napoleon used it
before the greatest
military defeat of all time.
It is cursed.
That chair is cursed.
Mr. Talbot, can
I get you anything?
Are you all right?
No.
No.
Leave me be.
Leave me be.
I will not be
destroyed by a chair.
So what is the truth here?
Was the hooded
chair really cursed?
Was it the same
chair Napoleon sat
on before he met his Waterloo?
Or was that just another
chair with a similar design?
And what about the misfortune
that befell Talbot?
Was it due to the chair
or just coincidence?
Maybe this story
is totally made up
and this chair has
no curse at all.
But then, again,
why take chances?
It may stand up as truth.
NARRATOR: Coming up, we'll
find out which of our stories
tonight were fact and
which were fiction
when "Beyond Belief" returns.
Now, it's time to
review our stories
and reveal which ones
were false and which ones
were inspired by actual events.
The story of the animatronic
gorilla with a mind of its own.
Did this one really happen?
Hey, hey.
Come on.
Shut down.
Hey.
Hey.
Shut down.
Come on.
Shut down.
Come on.
Hey, come on.
Come on.
Did you guess that a similar
story to this one did occur?
Not this time.
It never happened.
And how about the two men,
the mansion, and the spirit
of a woman they met?
So I guess we'll see
you around sometime.
What was your name again?
Thank you very
much for your help.
If you thought this one
was based on a real event,
we got you.
It never happened.
And what about the detective
that found that the murderer
he was seeking was himself?
Is there really a recorded
case of a policeman
who found himself guilty and
then booked himself for murder?
Yes, there is.
A similar event took place.
Now, let's take a
second look at the story
of the church choir that
mysteriously escaped tragedy.
True or false?
What happened?
Gas main broke.
Church blew up 10 minutes ago.
Is everybody all right?
Yeah, we're all right.
I'm OK.
CALVIN: Strangest
thing happened.
It's the first time we've
all been late in 10 years.
[singing]
Praise the Lord.
Did a similar incident
to this one actually
happened to a church choir?
Yes, it did.
This one took place.
And how about the chair
whose curse had been
handed down from the
days of Napoleon?
I will not be
destroyed by a chair.
If you thought we
made this one up,
you've met your Waterloo.
The tale of this chair was
inspired by a true story.
Were you able to
spot the truth tonight?
Or were you taken
in by illusion?
Sometimes the difference
can be so slight,
who can blame one for finding
the conclusions beyond belief?
I'm Jonathan Frakes.
NARRATOR: Join us for
more stories, next time,
on "Beyond Belief,
Fact or Fiction."
[music playing]