01x07 - Bertie Unbound

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Give them Toes
what's coming to 'em.

Put 'em the dirt!

I can't believe it.
I thought if I found the truth,

we could help everyone
but both sides…

Both of them attacked each other
as soon as they had a chance.

The power of journalism failed.

Look, this isn't your fault, okay?
But we don't have a lot of time.

We're gonna find Craig and Bertie and
we're gonna figure out how to stop this.

Craig? Bertie?

Bertie! Ruff and Tumble,
they blew up each other's statues!

Their followers are going
berserk on each other.

- It's getting really bad.
- Guys?

Sounds like
it's going perfectly.

- What?
- You seemed like nice people.

I didn't want to deceive you,
but those wrestlers?

They're too far gone.
This was the only way to fix things.

The paranoia…

Both sides blaming each other
for continuing the violence.

It's because both sides were
being played the entire time by you.

You used us to distract them!

Do you have any idea
what you've done?

They're k*lling each other out there!
Why?

Forget this.
We gotta go back!

Tell everyone
before it's too late.

I've been working toward
this moment for too long.

I can't allow you to interfere.

What?

Andy!

I'm fine. Go find
Ruff and Tumble.

Tell them they're being manipulated.
I'll hold her here.

This strength…
How is she…

Bertie, stop!
I don't wanna hurt you!

You should worry
about yourself.

- Wait. What are you…
- Let's wrestle.

You've lost it!
Are you out of your mind?

What the…

There!

Okay, I'm guessing
this is your first g*ng w*r.

Just stay low, follow my lead
and you'll be…

Oh, my gosh, Craig! Craig!

So you are a wrestler.

Was anything you told us…
true?

You're angry, I get it.
These people ruined your home,

but this isn't the way!

A reckless
attack like that.

She thinks that'll work on me?

She's not
gonna go down easy.

I need to finish her quick
so I can stop her friends.

She's really left me
no choice.

That stance…

Perfect…

Strike!

I can't believe you forced me
to use that stupid move.

How… how did you…

By watching them.

So this is how it ends.

Lookin' that way.

Stop!

Stop.

You guys,
you're being manipulated.

The attacks, the expl*sives,
your statues…

Someone wants you
to destroy each other.

- What?
- This chick named Bertie, it's all her!

- Bertie?
- We ain't got time for her nonsense.

Wait, you know her?

Their loss to Poblana
did more than change them.

It broke them.

Figuring out that stupid move

consumed every waking
moment of their lives.

Of our lives.

It was all they cared about.

More than each other.

More than me.

I tried to tell them
they needed each other.

That if they just worked together,
they could finally have what they wanted.

Their stubbornness
drove them apart.

They surrounded themselves
with their followers,

their dojos,
their distractions…

And then I was… alone.

You're their daughter.

They never figured out
the perfect strike, but I did.

That's why you're here, right?
To learn it?

I can teach you.

All you have to do
is step aside.

Let my parents' followers
erase each other.

It's what they would
have done anyway.

And then when it's over
and everything else is gone,

all the distractions,
their obsessions…

I'll finally get
my mom and dad back.

She's doing all this
just to have her parents back.

To get them to notice her.
What's…

What's the right thing
to do here?

But you'd make things worse.
You'd let people hurt each other.

- Bertie…
- What? What don't you get?

Don't you see this is the only way?
Just stand aside!

I'm sorry, Bertie,
I can't.

Why do you even care
about this stupid town?

Can't you see you're on
the wrong side of this?

Perfect Strike!

Can't keep
taking hits like this.

And now you're running?
Coward!

If I keep my distance, I can buy
Mikey and Craig more time.

I can't hit her,
but at least she can't hit me.

Wait.
Why can't she hit me?

The range of Aunt P's Perfect Strike
extends far beyond her reach.

But Bertie's…
it's missing the blast of wind,

But how does that help me?

Perfect Strike!

Her toes…

They're gripping the mat.
But why?

It's like Mbrandon.

The way he drew power
from his legs.

Is that what it takes
for her to do the move?

If I'm wrong… If she lands
this next attack, I'm done for.

But if I'm right,
if this works…

This is it.
It's over.

Hold, wait till
the last possible minute.

Till I know
the exact spacing, then…

Perfect Strike!

I missed?

What is this?

This is a Wrist Lock. A modified version
of my Ankle Crank technique.

The more you struggle,
the more it'll hurt.

But my Perfect Strike!

Your Perfect Strike
has a big flaw.

Your footwork sacrifices
mobility for power.

It's impressive,
but it's nowhere near enough

to generate the blast of wind
like the real thing.

In other words,
you may be close…

But right now, your technique
is an Imperfect Strike!

No!

Bertie!

- No.
- The guys, they did it.

Bertie, I know you think
your plan was the only way.

But look, your parents,
they're here.

Talk to them.

Bertie, what these kids said…
Tell me it ain't true.

Please forgive me.
I only did it because…

So you admit it!
You did destroy our statues!

Of all the selfish, attention grabbing,
half-witted things you've done…

Hold on!
Everybody calm down!

- She got this from you!
- Me? Oh, that's a load of donkey dust.

This is classic Tumble.

Did we do it?

Well, they're not
destroying the town anymore.

What? What's happening?
They just completely forgot about her!

This is what she was talking about,
what pushed her to do all this.

Bertie, I…
I didn't know it was this bad.

They're here.

They know what I was doing…

and they still don't care
about me.

What's wrong with me?

Why don't they…

Bertie, what's happening?

What's wrong with me?
Why don't they…

Why don't they…

Abandoned
by her parents,

young Bertie struggled
to understand their devotion,

their obsession
with wrestling.

Why it meant more
to them than family.

And where
understanding failed…

hatred bloomed.

She had trained
her hands and feet endlessly

in an attempt to get
her parent's attention.

Now, they were symbols
of their obsession.

What she didn't know,
what she couldn't know,

was that over the years,
these bindings made her muscles dense.

Compact. Hair triggers, ready to explode
at the slightest agitation.

This was that moment.

For it was here,
seeing all her efforts turned to ruin,

driven mad with hatred,
that Bertie became…

Unbound.

Bertie?

- What is it?
- It's not human.

It's a monster.

Monster?

Monster?

You did this to me!

Bertie, stop! Don't do this.

You're still protecting them?

Power b*mb!

- Andy!
- She's your daughter!

Do something!

Toe Path…
Earthquake!

Her parents focused on upper
or lower body techniques.

She has complete
mastery of both.

But that's only
part of her power.

It's her rage, all that pain!
I have to end this fast.

If I let it drag on…

She'll crush me!

Finger Path…

Gatling g*n!

Power b*mb!

Bertie's parents are useless,
we gotta help Andy ourselves.

Already on it.

Bertie's attacks are dangerous,
but they're wild.

She's not covering her openings.

Andy just has to find the right
opportunity, the perfect moment…

- Bertie, don't!
- You ruined everything.

I'll never forgive you.

I'll never forget you!

Mikey, this looks pretty bad.
When's that moment coming?

The Power b*mb is a high risk,
high reward technique.

Getting more air exponentially
increases the damage

you can inflict
on your opponent.

But also, more time in the air,
means less control.

The slightest shift in weight
can throw you off course.

It leaves you completely open.

Bertie,
I had no idea.

No clue you were
in this kind of pain.

That you were
hurting this much.

You were the one who needed saving,
not this town.

I'm so sorry.

Power b*mb!

Andy, now! Reverse it!

Forgive me, Bertie.

Way ahead of you, Mikey!

She's not moving.
Is she okay?

By way of knockout,
the winner of this match is…

Stop. Someone needs to…

It's alive!

Leave us alone!
We don't want you here!

Stop. Stop! She's just a kid!

Bertie, wait!

Bertie…

Some nice moves
out there, kid.

Looked like you was embodying the true
spirit of the Finger in that ring.

Please. That was pure, unadulterated
Toe technique out there.

What's
the matter with you?

You did this!
That kid, she just wanted…

She wanted you!

But you couldn't put aside
your stupid feud.

She wasn't a monster.
She was your daughter.

- This is all your fault!
- How dare you!

That's right. That's right,
you heard me.

Oh, you want some, huh?
You want some?

They're… hopeless.

- Is this what we wanted to happen?
- No.

Nah, I don't think so, Mikey.

Should we go after her?

Bertie?

Guys, we got our own problems.

Perfect Strike's not gonna
figure itself out.

Right.

Well,
that was messed up.

Sorry this turned out
to be a dead end, guys.

I still can't believe it.

- All that pain, all because of…
- Wrestling.

To think something so many people love
could lead to such… sadness.

You good?

Yeah. Just thinking…

We should promise we won't
let that happen to each other.

Deal.

One day left.
Ready to get to it.

Yeah, I'll be there in a bit.

Mikey, can I borrow your
phone for a sec?

Oh, sure.

You know, if you need a phone,
I think Craig sells them at…

Yep. Yep, I know.

Hey, Mom? Dad?
I know, I know…

Yes, I'm alive.

No, nothing.
Just sayin' hey.