Just Beyond (2021) s01e07 Episode Script

(theme music)
(cheerful music)
NARRATOR: Some places feel like
they're right out of a dream.
Larkinville is one of those places.
The people here are just a little
friendlier, the pace a little slower.
Yeah, Larkinville's pretty great.
Matter of fact, there's only
one problem in the whole town.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I, I didn't see you there.
Well, it's okay, Trevor.
I'm sure it was an accident.
Oh, it definitely was.
I'll see you tomorrow!
Yeah, I'm sure you will.
("Break My Stride Remix"
by Matthew Wilder playing)
Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride ♪
Nobody gonna slow me down ♪
- (tires screech)
- DRIVER: Sorry, Trevor.
My bad.
Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride ♪
I'm runnin' and I won't touch ground ♪
(coins clink)
- (grunts)
- (splashes)
(clatters)
(breathes deeply)
- (gasping)
- (barking)
- (barking continues)
- (chain clanks)
Oh, do you want this?
You want this? You want this?
Too bad, stupid.
(crunches)
(imitates barking)
- (imitating barking continues)
- (barking)
(both barking continues)
NARRATOR:
Larkinville was a dream, all right.
For Trevor Larkin.
For just about everybody else,
it was a nightmare.
(students chatter)
He's here.
(breathes heavily)
(soft upbeat music)
(alarm blaring)
(blaring continues)
(students clamoring)
(indistinct screaming)
- (alarm blaring)
- (groaning)
Trouble is coming for us all ♪
Look at you!
You work out?
'Cause you're looking mad jacked.
And that hair!
You got it done fresh, didn't you?
Let me see it from the side.
Oh, okay. From the back.
Looks tight.
Well?
Your essay on Animal Farm, your algebra
worksheet, and your Civil War diorama.
MARIA: We would've had
your chemistry project,
but I got some ratios wrong
while I was mixing liquids.
- There was a fire.
- A big one.
- We'll have it tomorrow.
- At the latest.
Hey! Hey, he looked at you.
What? No, I didn't.
No, I didn't. I swear I didn't.
Were you looking at my scar?
- No, no, I swear, I wasn't. I promise.
- He was. I saw him!
- (thuds)
- (grunts)
Two for flinching.
(wheezes, laughs)
"Two for flinching."
Classic.
(soft upbeat music continues)
(door creaks, thuds)
(laughs)
(roars)
(student grunts)
All right. I I surrender.
Get ready ♪
(growls)
(roars)
- (groans)
- (pounding)
(laughing)
JANICE: I want him gone.
I don't care who his father is.
That maniac bloodied my son's nose,
and I want him expelled!
- Janice.
- I mean it! Today!
We're sitting in the Larkinville Academy.
A school made possible
by a grant from the Larkin Institute.
I can't expel Trevor Larkin.
Then bring him in here.
So that I can tell him off to his face.
Janice, don't you work
for Larkin Industries?
Let them fire me!
I don't care.
My son is more important.
(breathes deeply)
Rick Larkin won't just fire you.
He owns the apartment complex you live in.
He'll toss you out on the street
for even suggesting
his precious son did something wrong.
And then he'll fire me for having
the audacity to hear you suggest it.
And then, he'll pull all our funding,
and 50 teachers and administrators
will be out of a job,
and your son's nose
won't be any less bloodied.
Forget it, Jan.
(exhales)
It's Larkinville.
According to the laws of economics,
the shorter the supply,
the more valuable something becomes.
MR. HARTSBURG:
Can anyone give me an example
of something that gets its value
- from being in short supply?
- (yawns)
Trevor, you have something to contribute.
I do.
Jobs.
See, my dad says the only good jobs
in Larkinville are because of him.
He says, if he wanted,
he can make this whole town turn to dust
with the snap of his fingers.
He's basically Thanos.
Well, I can't argue with that.
(exhales)
EVAN: Um
Excuse me.
(orchestral music)
Sorry, they told me to come here. I'm new.
NARRATOR: Oh, bliss.
Sweet bully bliss.
Trevor's senses were overwhelmed.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
NARRATOR:
His mind already conjuring insults.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Sure, have a seat, Mr
Burger. Evan Burger.
Burger?
I'm sorry, did he just say
that his last name is Burger?
(Trevor laughs)
Oh, my God. Do you come with fries?
Is your middle name Cheese?
(laughs)
(breathes sharply)
TREVOR: Burger.
(indistinct chatter)
(sudden music sting)
- We don't have long.
- What are you doing?
- We're here to warn you.
- Warn me?
- The laughing kid?
- Curly hair?
- Size of a kaiju?
- What about him?
His name is Trevor Larkin,
and he's coming for you.
- Why?
- Why does the lion hunt the gazelle?
- Because it's Larkinville.
- Everyone's a target in Larkinville.
You're a bull's eye, kid.
And that means it's only a matter of time.
Our advice, do what he says.
It's easier that way.
Welcome to the Resistance.
(indistinct chatter)
(approaching footsteps)
(ominous music)
Empty your backpack.
Excuse me?
He said, "Empty your backpack."
Why?
STUDENT: Nobody told this kid?
(indistinct chatter)
What did you say?
I said, "Why?"
Because I said so.
No.
(echoes)
(all gasp)
- He's a dead man.
- We didn't try hard enough.
I blame myself.
Do it
or you'll catch the beating
of your pathetic little life.
That would be a mistake.
(tense music)
You brought this on yourself.
- (thwacks)
- (students gasp)
TREVOR: You're dead! Yes!
Ooh, can we get a triple?
Let's do it! Dead!
OPPONENT: Stop spawn camping, you cheater!
Stop dying, you loser.
- Yes!
- (doorbell rings)
Oh, come on, let me get that diamond.
Where are you going? You're dead.
(doorbell rings)
Hey, is somebody gonna get that?
(doorbell ringing)
Seriously?
(whispers)
The heck?
What do you
Did you do this to my grandson?
(exhales)
How did you find my house?
Did you do this to him?
Get out of here, or I'll call the cops!
Ask his forgiveness.
Oh. Yeah.
Um, do you know who my dad is?
Ask his forgiveness!
My dad is Rick Larkin.
I will not say it again.
Ask his forgiveness!
Get off my property.
Or something bad will happen to you, too.
And I'll see you at school tomorrow.
Hey!
(foreign language chanting)
(wind howls)
(foreign language chanting)
NARRATOR: For the first time in his life,
Trevor Larkin was afraid.
(old woman chanting continues)
NARRATOR:
As for the rest of Larkinville, well
people weren't quite sure what they felt.
It was like the wind
had come out of nowhere
and brought something new with it.
(chanting continues)
NARRATOR: They couldn't quite place it
but they knew it was different.
(chanting continues)
(chanting)
(birds chirping)
I tried to warn you.
(exhales)
RICK: She's talking to me?
About dodgeball?
Oh, I couldn't believe it.
She had the nerve to barge into my office,
tell me my son is a menace?
(chuckles)
I nearly blew my top.
- It was an accident, Dad.
- Of course, it was.
You should have seen the way
I screamed at her.
Is it wrong that
I kinda feel bad for the kid?
No, babe, you're made of sugar.
You can't help, but be sweet.
(chuckles)
Um, you'll mess my lipstick.
(Kendra chuckles)
So, should we send a card or something?
Well, don't send it to their apartment.
I had the locks changed.
RICK: She had her furniture
dumped on the curb.
I mean, the nerve!
Her son's nose was bleeding.
Oh, for the love It's dodgeball.
You take a ball,
you throw it at the other kid.
It's not his fault the twerp
didn't have his hands up in time.
I know, Daddy.
I know you know, Mommy.
(smooches)
(smooches)
Mm-mm.
Mm-mm.
- (Kendra giggles)
- (Rick chuckles)
All I'm saying is that
maybe Trevor shouldn't be so, um
aggressive.
(jazz music playing)
You want him to be less aggressive?
Uh-huh.
Okay, tell her what being
less aggressive gets you.
Trampled on.
RICK: Trampled, Kendra.
In this life, you're either wearing
the boot or you're under it.
(Trevor laughs)
- MAN 1: Are you good?
- MAN 2: Uh-huh.
(woman screams)
My leg!
(man 3 grunts)
- (Trevor laughing)
- (man 4 groaning)
(man 5 grunts)
(laughing)
(woman speaking indistinctly)
(woman sobbing)
(distant thudding)
(upbeat music playing)
(music stops)
(suspenseful music)
(rustling)
(wind gusting)
(wind whistles)
(wind gusting)
(wind howls)
- (digital alarm clock beeping)
- (birds chirping)
(beeping stops)
(light music)
(screams, pants)
No. No!
- RICK: Trevor, you all right, son?
- (gasps)
(panting)
I'm fi
(clears throat)
fine.
I'm just sick.
(coughs)
KENDRA: Let me take
your temperature, sweetie.
I said I'm fine.
NARRATOR: Trevor was a long way from fine.
And he had a hunch as to why.
Ask his forgiveness.
(wind gusts)
(opera music)
GARDENER: Hey!
LITTLE TREVOR:
No, it really was an accident this time.
(old woman mumbling)
You?
Let me go!
You know how many times
I prayed about this?
Let go of me!
All the little flowers
that you have stomped on.
I prayed that someday,
- somebody was gonna stomp on you!
- Let go of me!
Come back here!
(car horn honks)
DRIVER: Watch out, you little jerk.
Please. Please, you've gotta help me.
(pants)
- She's after me.
- Don't I know you?
Oh, you know him, all right.
He has been making your life
miserable for years.
(pants)
It's him, it's Trevor Larkin.
- No.
- Uh-huh.
- That's impossible.
- I think she's right.
Looks like somebody stuck him
in the dryer on high heat.
- But how?
- Who cares how?
I don't know,
he's still Rick Larkin's kid.
- NARRATOR: He was still Rick Larkin's kid.
- (old woman chanting)
But somehow it felt different.
- (old woman chanting)
- (wind gusts)
Yeah, but I don't care.
GARDENER: Get him!
(thrilling music)
(exhales)
(panting)
- (dog barking)
- (gasps)
(barking continues)
(groaning)
(grunts)
(groaning)
(grunts, pants)
(dog barking)
- (school bell ringing)
- Hey, have you seen Evan Burger?
You, have you seen Evan Burger?
Have you seen Evan Burger?
(pants)
Please someone
You! Have you seen Evan Burger?
Please, has anybody seen
the new kid, Evan?
LITTLE TREVOR: Hey, you. Have you Oh.
It's Trevor Larkin.
What? No, I don't know
what you're talking about.
It's Trevor Larkin!
- Trevor?
- DODGEBALL KID: You smashed my nose.
You got my mom fired.
You got us evicted!
Whoa, stop.
- You humiliated me.
- (camera shutter clicks)
You hung me over a toilet.
- Two for flinching, Trevor.
- No more putting up with insults.
No more being afraid.
Let's see if you like how it feels.
- Yeah, get him.
- Get him, now!
LITTLE TREVOR: Help!
- Somebody help me!
- EVAN: Stop!
He deserves it.
We do this,
and we're just as bad as he is.
(somber music)
Thanks.
(exhales)
LITTLE TREVOR: I'm so sorry.
I promise I'll never make fun of anybody,
or pick on anybody
or hurt anybody ever again, I swear.
I'm so sorry.
Please forgive me.
Please, just make me big again.
(little Trevor pants)
Up.
Up.
The things we do to others,
we do to ourselves.
Love others and you love yourself.
- Hurt others
- LITTLE TREVOR: Yes.
Yes, I understand.
(chanting)
(clinking)
(old woman chanting)
(wind howling)
When you wake up in the morning,
the world will be as it should.
Thank you! Thank you!
I promise I'll never forget.
LITTLE TREVOR:
I'll never forget it, I swear.
I know you won't.
- (old woman chanting)
- (wind gusting)
NARRATOR:
That night felt like Christmas Eve.
Trevor could hardly wait till morning
when the world would be as it should be.
Just like the old woman promised.
He'd been given something priceless,
a chance at a new life.
The only thing left to do was live it.
(alarm clock beeping)
(light music)
(sighs)
Payback time.
Woa-woa-whoa ♪
Woa-woa-whoa ♪
Oh, trouble ♪
Is coming for you ♪
Woa-woa-whoa ♪
Oh, trouble ♪
Is coming for you ♪
The trouble is coming for you ♪
Oops, my bad.
RICK: Trevor.
What did you do that for, son?
Dad. Dad, why are you working?
What do you mean?
I work for the Burger family.
We all do.
(whispers)
What?
(car engine revving)
(tires screech)
(engine rumbles)
(chuckles)
- (engine revving)
- (tires screeching)
Come on.
Take your gloves.
We got a long day ahead of us.
TREVOR: No!
NARRATOR:
It's said Trevor's scream could be heard
clear across three counties that day.
Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride ♪
Carried on the same wind
that had swept away a town ruled by fear.
I got to keep on moving ♪
And left something better
growing in its wake.
Oh, no, I got to keep on moving ♪
Yeah, Burgerville is pretty great.
The people here
are just a little friendlier.
The pace a little slower.
Some places feel like
they're right out of a dream.
Oh ♪
(cheerful music)