Just Beyond

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.

Sorry, Trevor.

My bad.

Oh, do you want this?

You want this? You want this?

Too bad, stupid.

Larkinville was a dream, all right.

For Trevor Larkin.

For just about everybody else, it was a nightmare.

He's here.

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.

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!

Two for flinching.

"Two for flinching."

Classic.

All right. I... I surrender.

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.

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.

It's Larkinville.

According to the laws of economics,

the shorter the supply, the more valuable something becomes.

MR. Can anyone give me an example

of something that gets its value

from being in short supply?

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.

Um...

Excuse me.

Sorry, they told me to come here. I'm new.

Oh, bliss.

Sweet bully bliss.

Trevor's senses were overwhelmed.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

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?

Oh, my God. Do you come with fries?

Is your middle name Cheese?

Burger.

-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.

Empty your backpack.

Excuse me?

He said, "Empty your backpack."

Why?

Nobody told this kid?

What did you say?

I said, "Why?"

Because I said so.

No.

-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.

You brought this on yourself.

You're dead! Yes!

Ooh, can we get a triple? Let's do it! Dead!

Stop spawn camping, you cheater!

Stop dying, you loser.

Yes!

Oh, come on, let me get that diamond.

Where are you going? You're dead.

Hey, is somebody gonna get that?

Seriously?

The heck?

What do you...

Did you do this to my grandson?

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.