Love at Lookout Lake

What is Uptown Uma Sinclair doing this far downtown?

Rachel Arm Candy is MIA,

chatting up a street performer in broad daylight.

Girl.

It's not enough to make a story,

but it's enough to get people talking, gotcha.

I know that look when Sierra's on the scene.

You got something juicy.

If a picture is worth a thousand words,

I just wrote a novel.

I'll have the story over to you in 10 minutes.

- That's my girl. - Look.

- No. - Yes.

Is that who I think it is?

- Ooh. - Never sure, never certain.

- If you want privacy. - If you want privacy,

- get a curtain. - Get a curtain.

Journalism 101, my favorite subject.

Oh, well, other than gossip, how have you been lately?

- I mean, you seem... - Tense.

Sorta. Stressed out.

I see that. I'm trying to do it all

while mastering the antisocial art

of doing absolutely nothing.

Oh, girl, that was a puff piece we wrote

to make couch potatoes feel better about themselves.

I don't know, I liked it.

I think there's a really nice idea

that when you're doing nothing,

you're still doing something.

Did you get that from a fortune cookie?

Haha, very funny.

Okay, let's head back to the office

'cause I need to write you this story.

Oh, as your editor in chief and self appointed mentor,

I wanted to ask you about that guy you've been seeing.

What's his name, the, the lawyer,

the one with all the fancy watches?

- Craig. - Yes, Craig, that's his name.

You know, if he ever gives you one of those watches,

you can sell it for a lot of money online,

- thought about that? - That is good to know.

- Yeah. - Craig, hi.

Hey, funny running into you here.

Hi, I'm Kitty.

Yeah, Sierra's boss, I know, we've met before.

Right, at that thing where we all were.

He was my plus one at the company Christmas party.

Yeah, and then you called me Council on Libel Laws.

Oh, that must have been my intern.

You don't have an intern.

Oops, one second.

I have to take this.

Hey, Rog, talk to me, is it true?

So what, did you jail break from your office?

You're under arrest.

You have a right to an attorney,

you know, as your boyfriend, lawyer...

Craig, I told you we are on a break.

Yeah, but me and my buddies, going to the Hamptons,

my dad's place.

You're not gonna wanna miss that.

I know you said we're on a break, but it's the Hamptons.

I'm sorry I missed your birthday.

Craig, I told you, I don't wanna talk about it.

What, is that your final verdict?

Okay, I mean, I should know better

than to overrule the verdict of a gossip blogger.

Columnist, journalist by trade.

I am more than just a blogger.

Yeah, you've been yapping a lot about us being on a break,

but let's just get lunch.

Craig, I really have to get back to work.

Yeah, yeah, but you know, time is money, babe.

And basically offering you like a $20,000 lunch.

Bye, Craig.

- I have intel. - Really?

Oh, nice watch.

Oh, thank you.

You know, it's worth more than my car,

and that is saying a lot.

Maybe you should give it to Sierra as a belated birthday.

Kitty!

Craig, I have a deadline, goodbye.

I think you should get back together with Craig.

You didn't even remember him.

Of course I did.

It's just healthy for men

to think they're forgettable sometimes.

Ugh, I'm just so tired

of these on and off again situation ships.

I just want something real.

Yeah, well, endings are tough and watches are expensive.

Are you sick of being a poet?

No, but speaking of secrets, that was Roger,

my guy on the inside.

The inside of what?

Inside of the inside, that's how far inside.

Okay, I'm listening.

Well, Rog got a tip about the potential whereabouts

of a notoriously unidentified mystery writer,

the novelist with no name.

J.L. Warrington?

I've read a few of his books, her books, they're books.

They're really good.

Well, whoever they are, their identity has been one

of the best kept secrets in publishing until now.

- Seriously? - Mm-hmm.

This mysterious mystery writer apparently

has ties to somewhere upstate,

and I want you on the story.

What, why me?

Well, you grew up around Lookout Lake, didn't you?

Well, yeah, as a kid,

but I haven't been back there in years.

Well, pack your bags

because apparently J.L. Warrington lives out

Lookout Lake.

And if you discover their identity,

I guarantee there's a big promotion in it for you.

Oh, that promotion is mine.

Oh, should be right around here.

- You looking for something? - I'm good.

Really, I can help.

Like I said, I'm good.

I'd be happy to lend a hand.

I got two of them, three is a crowd.

Really, I can help.

I'm fine, ow!

Hang on, I've got tweezers.

I don't need any help.

What I need is for you to get your car outta my driveway.

I am happy to move my truck,

but let's get that splinter outta your finger first, Sierra.

Tyler, Tyler O'Malley, hi, it's you.

Yeah, it's me.

You gonna let me help you take that splinter out?

Okay.

Let's see that finger.

Ooh, sorry.

Just my heart rate monitor.

Coming up the hill must have set it off.

I like to track it for fun.

That does sound fun.

I see you haven't lost your sense of humor.

Well, this is wild.

What are you doing here at my family's cabin?

Well, nobody's lived here for years, Sierra.

I like to come down here just to go fishing.

The real question is, what are you doing here?

I am here on assignment.

You're here for work.

Wait, so am I talking to the real Sierra Rayburn

or am I talking to Sierra On The Scene?

Oh, I see you've read my column.

Yeah, it's not too often

that somebody from our town gets out and makes it big.

Although I hate to break it to you,

if you came here trying to out some celebrity,

there's nobody here.

Hmm, I'll be the judge that.

Mm-hmm.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

How long are you here for?

I don't know yet.

Well, what's your article gonna be about?

I am not really sure yet.

What are you gonna do while you're here?

I haven't decided that yet.

Okay, Ms. Rayburn, what do you know?

Okay, well, for starters,

I know that my mailbox needs to be replaced,

I know that your truck is blocking my driveway,

and I know that there used to be a flower box

- right there. - Right there.

Yes.

Yeah, I destroyed that flower box.

You destroyed my favorite flower box?

Well, I guess when you put it that way,

I relocated it into my fireplace.

The wood was rotting, it was mossy,

everything was overgrown, I did you a favor.

Okay, well, the only favor I need you to do

- is to move your truck. - Move my truck.

- Yes. - Which I will.

I was listening,

especially now that Sierra is on the scene.

I didn't mean to be rude.

It's okay, you know what they say?

Don't judge a book by its cover, right?

Hmm, just have so many specific

and wonderful memories here.

It's like everything has changed

and not changed at the same time.

Well, on the road of life,

they say memories are the milestones of a life well lived.

Did you become a philosopher since middle school?

I can't even spell philosophy without autocorrect.

Your secret's safe with me.

Said the professional secret teller.