Nono, het Zigzag Kind (Nono, the Zigzag Kid)

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Whether you want to or not...

Everybody has a family.

Everybody has his roots.

Most people are a little

like their dad...

...and a little like their mum.

Kind of a mix.

I wouldn't know...

...because my mum died

when I was one.

I never knew her.

And my dad never talks about her.

All I have of my mother...

...is a picture.

And her name.

I do look like my dad though.

At least... I try to.

He is Inspector Feierberg,

the best inspector in the country.

Since I was three, he's been training me

to follow in his footsteps.

Look Nono:
'Identification Kit'.

He's taught me all the tricks

of the trade.

Around the wrist, with

just a little bit of force.

See? And they're on.

And I was a fast learner.

Look here, invisible ink...

Look...

When I grow up,

I'll be as good as he is.

Nono!

Nono!

I might not have a mum,

but of course there is Gaby.

Keep on eating.

I made a bit too much.

Officially, she'sjust Dad's

secretary.

But she more or less

lives with us.

She wears black, because

black is slimming.

Vertical stripes as well.

But what really makes

you look slim...

...is standing next to someone

fatter than you!

Gaby loves music.

Especially Lola Ciperola.

The singer with the red shawl.

Gaby?

Gaby?

But now even Gaby couldn't help me.

Because they sent me away.

To Uncle Shmuel?

If I can't knock some some sense

into you, he can give it a try.

Uncle Schmuel!

Author of the bestsellers...

...'Education and Discipline'

and 'Child's Play'.

I had been sent to him once before,

after that incident with the burglar.

Dad! I've got one!

- I forgot my keys, that's all.

- Tell that to the judge.

He looks like a bird of prey.

And he wears socks in his sandals!

You're a difficult boy, Nono.

Why do you keep

disappointing your father?

But let me start at the beginning.

It all started at my cousin

Micha's Bar Mitzvah.

When you're 13,

you become a Bar Mitzvah.

Then you're an adult, so to speak.

But I think my cousin Micha

has been an old man since birth.

So I didn't feel like going

to that party at all.

What kind of shoes is Gaby wearing?

- White shoes with an open toe!

- Yes!

And that man at the

gas station just now?

- Brown shoes with laces!

- Very good.

And me?

Don't look!

The black ones?

To outsmart criminals, you have to

learn to look like they do.

- Yes.

- What do you see?

There. Grandma Tjitska's

purse is open.

And there, an open window with a ladder,

a burglar could easily climb in.

And he could use that car to get away!

The keys are still in the ignition!

- Very good.

- Jacob!

Mother.

Ready for the most boring

afternoon of your life?

- No

- Neither am I.

And that's why I'm proud

and happy...

...to finally take my first steps

into the world of adulthood.

Because as a wiser man

than me once said:

'Life is understood backwards,

but has to be lived forwards. '

What kind of party is this?

Surely this can't be my family.

- I must be adopted or something.

- I'm just holding on because of that cake.

But you're right: This party needs a little

more zap, something spectacular.

So in fact it was Gaby's fault.

One shouldn't say that kind of thing to me.

That gives me ideas.

Surprise!

In my head things always

work out great.

But then, when I actually do it...

- Are you alright?

- I just wanted to do something nice.

Where is that little brat?

I've always said so!

Bad blood!

The curse of Zohara!

- That boy has the curse of Zohara!

- Calm down, mother.

But what did Grandma mean exactly?

About Zohara?

Jacob?

Jacob, he asks about it in the car!

How long will she keep

floating around?

- When is there room for something else?

- You want to talk about marriage again?

- You just want everything to stay the same.

- Did I say that?

Feierberg.

Yes... yes. I'll be there.

- I have to go to the office.

- Well, isn't that convenient!

When Nono is gone,

we'll quietly talk this over.

'Talk it over',

that's always bad news.

I could just see them sitting there.

I just have to know

if you'll ever marry me or not.

You can't force these things. I thought

you were smarter than that.

I've been smart all my life, but still

not married. Maybe I'd better act stupid.

I want...

I want to be a real wife to you.

- And a new mother to Nono.

- You know, 'new' is not that good.

You'd better say: A real mother.

And whatever you do, don't cry.

Okay, let's continue.

I want to be...

I want to be a real wife to you.

And a real mother to Nono.

I'm just not ready yet.

Spare me the dramatics.

When Nono's back, I want an answer.

And if you say no, I'll just jump on

the train and go back to my mother.

Until then I'll have just

one thing to say: Adieu!

Or is that a little bit too much?

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

What?

Would you really leave then?

I don't know.

Maybe I'd have to...

I did everything I could

not to be sent away.

Sorry!

I just could not lose another mother.

Nono!

Nono!

Nono?

Gaby! Let me go! Quick!

Jacob!

Excusez.

Behave yourself from now on.

Show me that I can be proud of you.

I think you will have a great time.

Your ticket is in your backpack.

Goodbye, Nono!

Now everything was lost.

And there was nothing

I could do.

Emergency brake

Violators will be prosecuted

Stop! Stop, stop!

- You can't separate!

- How did you get here?

- The emergency brake.

- The emergency brake?

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