The Control Panel and Its Rhythmic Dance

There's a bit of earlier on of him waiting and the shot is like there's a security guard who's got this massive control panel on a structural column. And then sitting behind the column is a chair and he eventually manages to get the thing to work, having said he doesn't really understand it. He encounters this kind of brask, smartly dressed American guy who I think is called Mr Wax, who comes in and sits down. But he does this strange sort of rhythmic dance of taking things out of his briefcase, flicking the paper. It reminds me of the control panel at the leisure center of my youth,. which had quite a complicated control panel, which included things