he is obviously frustrated.
as he walks down the corridor.
he is about to rush the cell when more pigeons come flapping down at him. he turns and.
he picks up his soup spoon and turns it over and uses it to scan what's going on around him.
there isn't a trace of ramirez here at all. it is pure carlos.
he holds his motorcycle helmet in his hand, and using it as a mirror, he sees the kgb car in its reflection. satisfied that they have caught up with him again, he walks across the street to the beer hall.