(When Hilda arrives back at the castle, she hears the door open. It's the sound of Claude and a woman. The woman opens the door first, crying her eyes out in a silent way. And Claude comes out second)

Claude: Tell anyone about this and I'll rip your mouth open.

(She looks over from the wall. And stares at him in a glare way. She comes up with a plan. With a mischievous smile she goes in front of him. Stopping him)

Hilda: Hello, Claude.

Claude: Madam.

Hilda: I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink?

Claude: Really? Are you desperate? Hilda: Maybe.

(She winks at him)

Claude: Sure I would love to. Let's schedule for tonight.

Hilda; I was thinking now.

Claude: Now?

Hilda: Yep.

Claude: Oh anxious are we? Very well, let's go.

Hilda: We'll head on over to the Monte carlo. Don't worry I'll pay.

Claude; Don't be silly, miss. You're a woman and I'm a gentleman. I'll pay.

Hilda: Well aren't you just a sweetheart. I may have misinterpreted you.

Claude: You're making me blush. Shall we?

(He offers her his arm to escort her to the pub she takes it)

Hilda: We shall.

(They head on over to the Monte carlo)

Pub owner: Welcome. What can I get for you?

Claude: I'll have two bourbons.

Hilda: I don't drink.

Claude; come on. Stop being weird. Have some fun for once.

Hilda: Yeah okay. I'll have one.

Pub owner: Coming right up.

(They sit on the stools waiting for their drink with the pub owner having his back turned and Claude looking away looking at the window, Hilda swipes another alcohol glass and puts it under her long coat pocket like it's nothing then the pub owner turns back them both)

Pub Owner: Enjoy.

(He hands them both their bourbons)

Claude: Thank you my good sir.

(Claude and Hilda sit down on one of the tables)

Claude: I can't wait for my stress to go away.

Hilda: ain't that the truth.

(She smiles at him then by "accident" she tries to grab her glass but slips one of her hands on them Claude stands there dumbfounded with the glass on the floor)

Hilda: Oh good lord. I am such a klutz. I am so sorry, Claude.

Claude: Its alright. I'll grab the glass.

(When hes on the floor picking it up, she swipes out the glass from her pocket and quickly grabs the flask and quickly puts orange tea inside the glass cup masking it as bourbon she quickly puts it away and looks at him when he comes back up)

Hilda: Everything alright?

Claude: Yeah. I got the glass. The bourbon went all over the floor.

Hilda: You can have mine.

Claude: Ain't you sweet.

(He accepts the drink)

hey was that glass there before?

(He points to the "bourbon" alcohol)

Hilda: Yeah. I thought you knew?

Claude: Huh. Maybe I'm seeing things. Oh well.

(He lifts his glass up)

cheers to...my work.

(Their cups clink)

Hilda: To your work.

(They both drink their bourbon fast)

Claude: That's some good beer.

Hilda: You must have some more?

Claude: No thanks.

Hilda: (mocks him) stop being weird. Have some fun.

(Claude chuckles)

Claude: If you insist. Hey, bartender! Serve up a couple more.

Pub owner: Here you go.

(He leaves when Claude drinks like a fish he appears drunk. Hilda on the hand is...sober? How?)

Hilda: More?

Claude: (Slurred speech) I'm still...not...feeling...it...yet....

Hilda: Alright. Let's get you back to the castle.

Claude: Not just yet...

Hilda: I'll help you. Don't worry.

Claude: You know...you...remind me...of...someone...

Hilda: Here we go again.

Claude: No...you...do...you...look like....him...

Hilda: Him? Who?

Claude: An...assassin...

(he passed out)

Hilda: Stupid bastard.

(She drags him back to the castle like a rag doll and since he doesnt care and keeps harassing her, she literally drags his body around then eventually she grunts trying to bring him back to the main room of the living room castle she leaves him there. She puts her hand on him less than two feet and waves her hand on him trying to see if hes still breathing and how much he is passed out. She then goes over to him to check to see if there is any possible identification on him. Then she finds his black pocket knife that has the initials R.L. on it)

Hilda: R.L. hmm...must be his real name. But what is it?

(She hears a noise outside the window like a bird flap noise and the bird goes over and stays at the window. She opens the window and takes the note off the bird and it flies away. She then opens the note open the note reads

"The plan is almost carried out. Talk soon." -Timothy-

Hilda: What the fuck...

(she looks at Claude's passed out body and shakes her head she continues to stare at him then someone comes into the living room. Its Tristan)

Tristan: what happened to him? He looks all trashed and beat up.

Hilda: He had too much to drink. Tried to tell him to take it easy. He went overboard.

Tristan: Wow. Poor sod.

Hilda: Well he brought it on himself. Answer me a question Tristan?

Tristan: Shoot.

Hilda: Do you think this Claude deckard guy is real?

Tristan: Of course he is.

Hilda: I'd be careful if I was you.

Tristan: You think he's not real?

Hilda: Just saying, careful what you give information to.

Tristan: Where are you getting at?

Hilda: Oh nothing. Just look closer okay?

Tristan: Oh...kay?....

Hilda: See ya.

She gives him a mischievous look and heads on back to her room Tristan looks at Claude and picks him up carries him on his shoulder and drops him on the couch so he can sleep off his drunkenness. He goes on ahead to his chambers and goes to bed until the next day