MICHAEL (V.O.) (CONT’D)
We crept down the stretch of hallway and rounded the corner. A man in a gray pin-striped suit stood near the end of the hall banging on the door. Between him and us, the humanish remains laid on the ground, missing a majority of its head.
MICHAEL (V.O.)
He stood there with his back towards us. Only turning his ear slightly; looking at us out of the corner of his eye. He then put his hands up in the air.
MICHAEL (V.O.)
He stood there, twenty feet from us now, and pointed to the floor above us. Burt never lowered his rifle.
MICHAEL (V.O.)
She pointed to the mutilated body lying on the floor below us. We all switched our eyes to the other body laying facedown, in the pin-striped suit.
MICHAEL (V.O.)
As Burt said this, the man in the pinstripes rose instantly to his feet. His face became visible as he looked down on us, standing at least six and a half feet tall. There wasn’t a patch of skin left on his body that wasn’t colored with one tattoo or another. His bright green eyes squinted as his grin extended to show the crooked and broken pieces of his remaining teeth. He leaned forward, for only a breath, until his glare met Saul’s knife. As he turned to run, I noticed the two burnt holes in his shirt.
That's directly from the script. He has messed up teeth now, but not face.
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