Some people simply need to learn their proper place in the system. Laura grips Devon’s arm firmly and whispers, Don’t engage any further. We’ll find another way forward. As they are escorted toward the exit, Devon sees Judge Harmon enter the disposal room himself. Through the slowly closing door, he watches the judge pick up a heavy hammer. He’s going to destroy it with his own hands, Devon whispers in disbelief. Laura’s expression hardens into pure resolve. Now we know for certain this is personal. Time to call in bigger guns.
With his project about to be physically destroyed before his eyes, what possible last recourse remains for Devon? Outside on the courthouse steps, Devon paces the sidewalk while Laura makes a series of frantic calls to other judges seeking emergency intervention. No one is available on such short notice, she admits with clear frustration, and most of them won’t risk crossing Judge Harmon anyway. Devon’s phone suddenly rings. His father at last. Dad, they’re destroying my project right now as we speak. I know, son.
I’ve been fully briefed on the situation. Put me on speakerphone. Devon complies, still confused by his father’s calm certainty. Laura watches with growing curiosity. This is Robert Taylor speaking. His father’s authoritative voice fills the open air around them. Who am I speaking with right now? Laura Chen, public defender’s office. Your son’s project is being improperly destroyed by Judge Harmon at this very moment.
I understand completely, Miss Chen. Please escort Devon back inside the building immediately. Insist on seeing Judge Harmon in person. Tell security to call this exact number if they offer any resistance. He recites a government extension number clearly.
Laura looks skeptical but nods in agreement. We’ll try, Mr. Taylor. They re-enter the courthouse together. At the security checkpoint they are stopped at once. Devon Taylor is banned from these premises by direct order, the guard states flatly. Laura stands her ground without raising her voice. We need to see Judge Harmon right now.
If you refuse this request, please call the number I’m showing you. She holds up her phone displaying the extension. The guard hesitates, then reluctantly makes the call. His entire expression changes dramatically within seconds. Yes, sir. Right away, sir. He hangs up looking suddenly deferential.
