Encino Man and Casey Kasem share a tiny little OMG makeout session about can you even believe that Nate Fick has the unmitigated gall to present himself as a responsible and rational man who carries out his duty, when here we stand unable to find our assholes with a map and a guide, and Casey Kasem pisses some bullshit about how "the Corps won't forget," which is like the dickless equivalent of saying your dad is going to beat me up. Except for how the whole thing is apparently Casey Kasems all the way up, which is sad for the command structure but even sadder for the art of war.
Ray wanders through another part of the city, carrying a lantern for a moment before tossing it against a wall at random. It's funny. Out in the courtyard, Brad stares down at a garden, or what used to be a garden. What used to be a cradle, a garden, and is now just a hole with rocks in it, surrounded by more rocks, with piles of rocks scattered around on the rocks, and a giant bomb in the middle of it. Brad sends Poke for a det kit, which Poke is not feeling: "Exactly what do you know about ordnance removal?" Ray mutters quietly in the background, "Jack and shit." Point being, Brad says quietly, kids play in this garden. Poke goes to get it, like everybody knew he would, grumbling. "This is some bullshit. Garden? What garden? A garden's supposed to have plants in it. This is bullshit..." He shoves things around in the truck, looking for it, and Trombley asks him what Brad's up to. "Trying to blow hisself up. Probably gonna blow us all up."
Brad does bomb things to the bomb as Ray lets out one last gasping babble, about how in the movies they have the bomb and then there's the red wire or the black wire and you're sweating your balls off, and how just like in the movies, that's what is happening right this second. "Who thought we'd be doing this shit?" Brad tells him to shut up, and they all head around the corner so they don't get blown up along with the bomb. The Marines, predictably, go nuts about how awesome it is when you blow up a bomb, and Brad asks Poke if he feels better. "Like this solves anything." Brad points out that there's one less bomb in the garden now. It sounds like bullshit, or small potatoes, or a consolation prize, but at this stage it's not. It's the entire point.
Espera relates a story to Brad about these newly arrived grunts who slaughtered some Iraqi kids who were playing on blown tanks. "They were playing on top of the tanks," Lilley explains, "So the ROE said they were technically armed. General Mattis, he's on the radio saying this was the worst thing in the war so far." Brad has had it. His voice gets louder and louder: "They're screwing this up. Fucking idiots. Don't they fucking realize the world already hates us?" Espera watches Iceman crack; Meesh runs up to report another bomb, next to some guy's house, and Brad gets ready to fix it. One less bomb in the garden.