Frank O'Sullivan: Oh, there she is, my archnemesis.
Amy: You're a cop, O'Sullivan. Shouldn't your archnemesis be a criminal?
Frank O'Sullivan: No.
Amy: Okay, what do you want?
Frank O'Sullivan: Well, I came here to reach a truce with you over your pilot program that persecutes the uniformed officers in my union.
Amy: Its aim is to reduce instances in which armed cops are needlessly interacting with civilians. It could save lives and restore trust with the community.
Frank O'Sullivan: That's persecution, plain and simple. But I don't want to fight with you. I'd rather be civilized and reach some common ground over a drink.
Amy: It's the middle of the day.
Frank O'Sullivan: Well, that's how business gets done in the real world.
Amy: Look, I'm not changing the pilot program.
Frank O'Sullivan: Okay, have it your way, but I got to say, you're going to be sorry.
Amy: Are you threatening me?
Frank O'Sullivan: No, I'm informing you that I hold a lot of power, and unless you're willing to play ball with me, I will wield said power against you. Again, not a threat, but go ahead and change your mind, or else. All the best.