Journal
- Steve writes about this cheap lawyer trick Petrocelli pulled in court: Before everyone left after a half-day session, she passed around the photos again, making sure everyone would remember their nastiness for the rest of the day.
- Steve hates those photos, and he tries to shove them from his head. He keeps thinking about Mr. Nesbitt—what those last moments must have been like: his dying moments, while Steve was strolling down the street.
- Back in the slammer, Steve joins the orange jumpsuit cleaning brigade. He realizes he looks just like all the other jailbird moppers, which causes him to almost toss his cookies.
- He can't believe he ever wanted to be like his thuggie friends, especially when O'Brien's whole case hangs on whether or not she can prove that Steve is not like them.