Halls of Justice. Chetwind case. A quick rundown: Robert Chetwind, juvenile, was found guilty of manslaughter in the death of one Jennifer Marquadt, the victim of a gang-related drive-by shooting. The prosecutor wants Chetwind sentenced to ten years in state prison; the defense wants him committed to DCF for four years. Okay, I really don't get this family court thing. Is it both civil and criminal? It must be. Why is Amy in charge of sentencing if she didn't preside over the trial? Is that normal? As Chetwind is brought into the courtroom, the parents of the murdered girl start screaming that he's a murderer, and that he killed their baby, and whatnot. Amy looks thoughtful. I wonder if she's thinking about Vincent, and her own family member's brush with Cruel, Cruel Death.

I hate this Dove Nutrium commercial where the girl tells us so earnestly that she won't put in anything bad in her body...or on it. Whatever. Pass the nachos.

Back at The Ranch, Vincent is helping Lauren mash potatoes, with his one good arm. He tells Lauren that it didn't hurt that much to get shot, a statement with which Maxine takes great umbrage. She breathlessly informs Lauren that it actually does hurt very much to get shot. Let's see: Between you and Vincent, Maxine, who actually was shot? And yet, you still know better. Yes, that makes perfect sense. Vincent mildly tells his mother that she's scaring Lauren. Maxine tells Vincent that he's not scared enough. Vincent kind of grits his teeth and smiles painfully. The man has the patience of a saint. Amy bursts in the door, pats Lauren on the head and then goes straight to the fridge and cracks open a huge can of beer. She takes a giant swig as Maxine tells Vincent that she knows the detective who has been assigned to his case, but that he needs to make sure that the police department doesn't let it slide. Vincent tries to politely tell her to butt out, but, quelle surprise, she will have none of that. Vincent sarcastically tells Maxine that he doesn't actually plan to let it slide, but that after dinner he's going to "slip into a telephone booth and turn into a superhero. Then [he's] going to go about restoring justice to the Northeastern United States." Lauren giggles. Amy raises her beer can in a pseudo-drunken salute. "And parts of Canada," she reminds him. Vincent smiles. "No," he says, "I don't do Canada. Not enough crime." All the Canadians in the audience cheer! ["Yeah!" -- Wing Chun] Amy gazes at her brother in an Angelina Jolie-esque fit of adoration.