Patrick McGoohan's undeniable greatness invariably stems from the fact that he was born in my neighborhood. Maybe even down the street from here. Maybe "the village" is in actuality Astoria.
In that case the floaty roving menacing bubblie is clearly a metaphor for the N train: slow and deadly. In this artful metaphor, kabob dude on Broadway is Number Two. This is because he fights the evil hunger. Who is Number One?