It is often said that Quebec cinema is lacking heroes.
I have an idea for a series that could fill this gap and make generations of young Quebecers dream!
The exciting adventures of Jean-Paul Gingras, a brave civil servant.
Better known as registration number 997.
Agent 997
In the James Bond films, the number “00” refers to agents who have permission to kill as part of their duties.
Well, in my series the number “99” refers to civil servants who are allowed to spend a lot of money as part of their job.
While “Bond, James Bond” is armed with a revolver, “Bigras, Jean-Paul Gingras” (Agent 997) is armed with a credit card.
What he can use, how he wants, where he wants and whenever he wants.
Some obscure manager needs a survey to find out if people want more or less orange cones?
Agent Gingras quickly organizes a business lunch at a four-star restaurant to discuss the topic with the members of his team!
And so that the ideas flow like champagne, he orders three bottles of Château Margaux!
What it will take to get Quebec back on track!
When it comes to spending public money, moderation doesn’t taste better, oh no!
Lobster this way! And the filet mignon!
I know what you’re thinking: but it must be boring always having lunch in the temples of gastronomy!
It must be hard on the liver!
Sometimes you just want to munch on a little tuna salad or a crustless sandwich in a humble meeting room!
Yes, of course!
But there are 997 agents! The best!
If we humble mortals shy away from a Black Forest cake and a tall glass of Sauternes, go for it!
Forks in sight!
I just listen to their courage!
You need to see them take out their government issued credit cards!
Wham Bam, 20% tip!
Yes indeed!
Even with a smile! And one last thing for on the go!
With officials like this, the people of Quebec can sleep peacefully!
Aces of Aces
And wait, you haven’t seen anything yet!
Because they are ordinary 997 agents!
But there are better things! An elite force!
The Montreal Public Consultation Office, which my colleagues from the Bureau of Investigation spoke to you about on Friday!
The Navy Seals of the Cost!
The SWAT of the wallet!
These tops don’t just eat at restaurants in downtown Montreal!
You eat in Paris!
An oyster dinner for $347 to celebrate a colleague’s birthday!
So-so solidarity, my brothers!
One for all, all for one!
As Luc Doray, who retired from this elite force, said: “In the restaurant there can be a more relaxed atmosphere to talk about more sensitive issues!”
Why lock yourself in a meeting room when you can speak to representatives of the people in the open air?
Long live transparency!
Long live Quebec!
Long live drunken Quebec!
