Apparently Mr Waxman isn't thrilled with these dour revelations by major companies, wants to bring the CEOs to Capitol Hill for a come-to-jesus tv moment.
Waxman: I've just received word. There's been a battle. Your corporation is burning at the NY stock exchange. The invasion of US economy has been successful.
CEO stares at him.
CEO: ...don't... believe you...
Waxman(shrugs, unconcerned): There is no further need for information from you... our astroturf troops were successful in spite of your refusal to help me.
Waxman(small smile): You might have saved yourself a great deal of torment by yielding at the beginning.
CEO: I... want to see... neutral representative...
Waxman: There is no such person.
Waxman: The word will be that you perished with your accounting department. No one will ever know that you are here with us. As you will be, for a long, long time.
Waxman: You do, however, have a choice. You can live out your life in misery... held here, subject to my whims...
Waxman: Or you can live in comfort, with good food and warm clothing... women as you desire them... allowed to pursue your studies of philosophy and history. I would enjoy debating with you. You have a keen mind.
Waxman: It's up to you. A life of ease... of reflection and intellectual challenge... Or this.
CEO: What... must I... do... ?
Waxman: Nothing, really. Tell me how many lights you see.
Waxman: How many? How many lights?
Waxman: This is your last chance... the guards are coming... don't be a stubborn fool...
Waxman (hissing): How many?
The door opens and Pelosi ENTERS, accompanied by two guards. She surveys the scene.
Pelosi: You told me he would be ready to go.
Waxman: We had some unfinished business.
Pelosi: Get him cleaned up. A taxi is waiting to take him back to Wall Street.
ON CEO as he stares at Waxman, realizing that everything Waxman had said was a ruse... one last desperate effort to bend CEO to his will before the November Election.
CEO: There are four lights!