 at 527, stares, knocks on the door to Jose's cell. The guard is bending over, looking inside through a cutout in the door that they use to give detainees their food. And he continues to bend down for a couple of minutes, perhaps calling out his name. And now he's standing there, looks unsure, looks in again. It doesn't look like he's called for help. Now he's moving quickly. It's a sign that he realized something must be wrong.