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THE STATION CLOCK SEASON 3 · Episodes 4 · 5 · 6

Elle. Mirror. She looks. Breathes. Nods.

“Three hundred and forty-two days the first time.”

“This time there’s no limit.”

“This time it goes all the way.”

Next morning.

Elle calls Reeves.

A single word.

— Yes.

Silence on the other end.

— Are you sure?

— Don’t ask me twice.

— Alright. — Pause. — Bishop’s meeting is in three days. Meridian Hotel. Floor 14. Private suite.

— How do I get in?

— Bishop will send you an invitation today.

— How does he know I accepted?

— Because he knows you better than you think.

Elle hangs up.

At two in the afternoon, an envelope arrives at the bar.

No sender.

Inside, a black card. Name embossed in gold.

ELLE — SUITE 1400 — THURSDAY 9PM

And a handwritten note.

“I knew you’d say yes. — E.R.”

Elle burns it in the sink.

She watches the ashes.

— Good — she says quietly.

Three days to prepare.

Three days to remember everything she learned inside.

How to move. How to listen. How to lie with her eyes open.

Thursday night, Elle enters the Meridian Hotel.

Black dress. Hair tied back. Still face.

Floor 14. Long hallway. Red carpet.

Suite 1400.

She knocks.

The door opens. A large man. No words. Steps aside.

Elle walks in.

The suite is huge. Floor-to-ceiling windows. City below.

And at the far end. Back turned. Watching the lights.

Edward Rall.

Bishop.

He turns.

Angular face. Light eyes. Calm smile.

— Elle. — He opens his arms slightly. — Finally.

— Edward.

— Sit. — He gestures to two armchairs facing the window. — We have a lot to discuss.

Elle sits.

Bishop sits too.

He studies her slowly.

— Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment?

— Since I left the network — Elle says.

— Before that. — Pause. — Since I saw how you operated inside. — He smiles. — Three hundred and forty-two days. Without a single mistake.

— I made mistakes.

— None that mattered. — He leans forward. — That’s what sets you apart, Elle.

Elle looks straight at him.

— What exactly do you want?

Bishop opens his hands.

— I want you to build what Cole destroyed. But better.

— Why me?

— Because you understand both sides.

Bishop. Light eyes. Completely calm.

— And because Nina trusted you.

Elle doesn’t react.

Outwardly.

— You knew Nina?

— We recruited her together. Cole and I. — Pause. — It was Cole’s mistake to leave her loose for so long.

— He killed her.

— Yes. — No emotion. — Another mistake by Cole.

Elle breathes slowly.

— What happens if I say no?

Bishop smiles.

— You already said yes.

“Bishop placed a contract on the table. Twelve pages. Elle read it all. On the last page there was a clause underlined in red. She read it twice. Looked up. ‘This means I can’t leave.’ Bishop nodded. ‘Welcome home,’ he said.”

Elle in the suite. Contract in hand. The clause underlined in red.

“The first time she went in with a mission.”

“This time she went in with no exit.”

“Or so Bishop believes.”

Elle signs the contract.

Calmly. Without hesitation.

Bishop watches her.

Satisfied.

— Starting tomorrow you have level three access. — He stands. — In two weeks, level five.

— How many levels are there?

— Seven.

— How long to reach seven?

Bishop looks at her.

— That depends on you.

That night Elle returns to her room.

She calls Reeves.

— I signed.

— How was it?

— Exactly as I expected. — Pause. — Reeves. There’s a clause. I can’t leave the network without Bishop’s authorization.

— I know. It’s standard.

— How did I get out last time?

— Last time the network collapsed on its own. — Pause. — This time we’ll have to do it ourselves.

— How long do I need inside?

— Long enough to reach level seven.

— Bishop said that depends on me.

— Then it depends on you. — Reeves pauses. — Elle. Level seven is where the core is. Real names. Untraceable accounts. Operations that will never come to light on their own.

— That’s what we need.

— Yes. — Long pause. — How long do you think it’ll take you?

Elle looks at the ceiling.

Thinks.

— Three weeks.

— That’s very fast.

— Bishop wants to be impressed. I’ll impress him.

Silence.

— Elle. Be careful not to impress him too much.

— Why?

— Because the ones who impress Bishop too quickly… — Pause. — Aren’t useful. They’re threats.

Elle. Still face. Processing.

— Understood.

— One more thing. — Reeves lowers his voice. — Bishop has someone inside I don’t know. A contact who watches the new ones.

— Who?

— I don’t know. But you’ll notice. — Pause. — They’re always a little too close.

Elle hangs up.

She keeps staring at the ceiling.

The next day she walks into her first day in Bishop’s organization.

Clean office. Serious people. Nothing looks illegal.

That’s the most dangerous part of all.

A woman approaches.

Thirty years old. Easy smile. Calculating eyes.

— Hi. I’m Kay. Your level three supervisor.

— Elle.

— I know who you are. — Kay smiles wider. — Bishop talks about you a lot.

Elle. Smiles back. Just as calculated.

— Only good things, I hope.

— For now. — Kay pauses. — For now.

“That night Elle checked her desk. In the bottom drawer there was something that wasn’t hers. A small recorder. Turned off. Placed there for her to find. Or not to find. Next to it, a piece of paper. Two words: ‘Kay knows.’”

“Kay.”

The recorder.

The paper. Two words: “Kay knows.”

“First day inside.”

“She already has a problem.”

“Or an ally.”

“She doesn’t know which yet.”

Elle doesn’t touch the recorder.

She leaves it exactly where it was.

Closes the drawer.

Acts like it doesn’t exist.

That night she studies Kay.

Her movements. Her conversations. Who she looks at. Who she ignores.

Kay is good.

But Elle is too.

On the third day, Kay invites her for coffee.

Building café. Back table.

— How’s it going? — Kay asks.

— Good. Learning fast.

— Bishop says too fast.

Elle lifts her cup. Drinks. Time to think.

— Is that a problem?

— Depends. — Kay lowers her voice. — Did you find something in your desk?

Elle looks at her.

Kay doesn’t look away.

— What was I supposed to find? — Elle says.

— A recorder.

Silence.

— You put it there?

— Yes.

— Why?

— To see if you were smart.

— And?

— It’s been three days and you haven’t touched it. — Kay smiles. — You’re smart.

Elle sets the cup down.

— Who are you really?

Kay glances around.

Quick. Professional.

— I’ve been inside for two years — she says quietly.

— For who?

— The same people you work for.

Elle. Something shifts in her face.

— Reeves — Elle says.

Kay neither confirms nor denies.

— I left you the recorder so you’d know you’re not alone.

— And the paper?

— So you’d know that I know who you are.

— How much does Bishop know?

— He suspects. He doesn’t know. — Kay pauses. — Not yet.

— How much time do we have?

— Not much. — Kay stands. — Bishop moved up the level three review. It’s in four days.

— What does that review involve?

Kay picks up her cup.

Leans in for a second before leaving.

— It means Bishop will talk to you alone. — Pause. — And Bishop knows when someone is lying.

Kay walking away. Elle watching her. Alone at the table.

Elle looks at her coffee.

Already cold.

Four days.

She has to reach level seven.

She has to convince Bishop.

And she has to do it without Bishop seeing what’s behind her eyes.

“That night Reeves called Elle. ‘Kay is clean,’ he confirmed. ‘Two years inside without cracks.’ Pause. ‘But Elle… Kay doesn’t work for me.’ Silence. ‘Then who does she work for?’ Reeves took too long to answer. ‘For someone who’s been hunting Bishop longer than I have. Someone we thought was dead.’ A long pause. Ray..