[Mort wakes up from having fainted. He looks at his watch with his vision blurred]
John Shooter:
Quarter past two.
[Mort gasps]
John Shooter:
You been out 'bout three hours.
[Mort tries to get up, but falls over on his right leg]
John Shooter:
Your leg's sleepin'. You lay on the damn thing. I wouldn't go very far if I was you!
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