This is Police Interceptors.
Get on the ground!
Police interceptors? In real life on?
I'm gonna tell my kids about this.
And you're riding with the pride of Northamptonshire.
Speed 1-2-0.
Ace pursuit drivers...
- Contact, contact, contact. - NPAS 5-1.
- ..with air support... - Got two out, stand by.
- Come on. - ..and a crack dog unit.
If you move, you will get bit.
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- They bring down the bad guys... - Police!
I believe you are wanted, mate.
Police with a dog, stand still!
Keep the streets safe.
- Put your arms behind your back. - I am!
Get on the floor!
And battle 24/7...
- Get down on the floor. - ..in the war on crime.
Crash, crash.
On the floor now!
Is what it is, innit? We find them, we lock them up.
Coming up...
At 1-0-5.
Temporary high risk, wrong side of the roundabout.
High speed moves of reckless manoeuvres
fail to shake the cops.
It's decamp, decamp. We're just looking for them now.
Fresh footprints.
An epic cross-country manhunt, led by a canine hero.
Police with a dog. Stay where you are!
- DOG BARKS - Do not move!
- And... - Oh, my Lord.
..on the motorway, a night of madness and mayhem.
Crash, crash, crash, crash, crash, crash.
Vehicle's in the ditch. Vehicle's in the ditch.
A5, Kilsby South. A spotter vehicle just hit.
It's Wednesday night.
- We can get on to the A5 from here, can't we? - Yeah.
On the graveyard shift this evening
are Sergeant Richie Gipson and Harrison Beverley.
Oh, it's literally parallel to us. I reckon come off here.
They've been cruising the M1 northbound in the Mark 3 Series
and have just been alerted
to a suspicious motor on an A-road nearby.
9-9-6-1, A5, Kilsby South, a spotter vehicle just hit.
Police suspect the vehicle is being used
by an organised crime gang who steal from parked up lorries.
Knock a left at the top.
This type of crime, also known as curtain siding,
has risen sharply in the past decade,
and is thought to have cost the UK economy around £400 million a year.
Stand by.
I'd hold here, cos it could potentially
get back to Watford Gap this way.
This is the A5. We might be ahead of it.
Advanced driver Richie loves a holiday in Australia
and dreams of a sun-kissed life down under
when he retires from the force.
But first, there's a bad guy to catch just off the M1.
We're just holding at the A5 by Watford Gap.
The motor they're looking for is a Volkswagen Estate
registered to an address in Leeds.
I think that hit two minutes ago.
It's just whether we're ahead of it or it got ahead of us.
Or we push up to Kilsby to have a look at it, but...
I think hold.
Harrison's instinct is to sit tight.
Who's a clever boy?
That's it. That's it, that's it.
Richie falls in and does his best to lie low.
9-9, stand by, we're behind that spotter vehicle.
But he sticks out like a marked car in a rear view mirror.
Yeah.
It's failing to stop, isn't it?
They think he's clocked them,
so Richie hits the blues just to be sure.
Yeah, 9-9, it is now failing to stop.
Can I have the FIM on channel please?
Not only is he failing to stop,
but he's using the A5 as his own personal race track.
9-9, we're southbound at the moment. Speed is one-zero-six.
We're just passing the junction for Long Buckby. No deviation.
At these speeds, it's a good thing the roads are empty.
We're on the A5, heading southbound.
But figuring out this chap's escape plan is a real head spinner.
It's done a reciprocal. It's return route, return route.
The boys are in a 369-horsepower BMW 340i.
Preferred tactical option would be a stinger site,
if we can get any Daventry mobiles ahead or anything like that.
Keeping tabs on this 19-year-old VW banger should be easy.
We'll be coming back up towards Watford Gap, Tony,
depending on where you are.
But colleagues in an armed response vehicle
are still a couple of miles away.
Speed is one-zero-nine. No other traffic. Medium risk.
And now the driver shows how desperate he is
to escape Richie's clutches.
Wrong side of the roundabout.
Going anti-clockwise on a roundabout is reckless and foolish,
but you won't shake Richie that easily.
Temporary high risk, wrong side of the roundabout.
It was a second exit.
He's heading towards Crick now still.
Heading general direction of Crick at the moment.
Still on the A5.
Speed is one-zero-zero.
With another roundabout fast approaching up ahead...
..it's a relief when he takes the safe option...
or does he?
Round the roundabout, he's wrong way,
wrong way down a dual carriageway.
We've not followed.
The bloke is now hurtling the wrong way along the dual carriageway.
It's too dangerous for the cops to follow, and he knows it.
Temporary loss, roundabout, wrong way, high risk.
But Richie's silky skills and Harrison's eagle eyes
keep them within sniffing distance.
He's done a right-right there. Just into this estate here.
The VW has swung into an industrial park.
It's into DIRFT. Turned into DIRFT. It's a right into here.
...which probably means he's ditching four wheels for two legs.
It's gone into DIRFT, Control.
- It might be a decamp planned. - Decamp.
Sure enough, he's gone for the decamp.
Ready for some exercise, boys?
It's decamp, decamp. We're just looking for them now.
You'll have to get us some mapping, Control.
The suspect has gone to ground. But has he gone for good?
Round the roundabout.
It's wrong way, wrong way down a dual carriageway.
We've not followed.
In Kilsby,
a bloke suspected of being a spotter for an organised crime gang
tried to give cops the slip on the dual carriageway.
Temporary loss, roundabout, wrong way, high risk.
But Richie and Harrison soon caught up...
It's into this estate here.
..before the driver entered an industrial park...
ditched his Volkswagen Estate car, and scarpered.
It's decamp, decamp. We're looking for them now.
Harrison and Richie scour the car park.
Unfortunately, the trail has run cold.
So frustrating.
But there is one colleague en route who could help.
We've got a dog mobile... right behind us. So...
Just gonna hold and wait for the dog now.
Within a couple of minutes, dog handler Ash arrives.
Just getting my live location on for everyone.
- Yeah, no worries. - OK.
Wait.
And in the boot is his trusty partner,
German shepherd Ebby.
Come here.
I'm just getting the dog started now. I'll let you know where we go.
In. Go on. Find a track.
Find a track up.
To us mere mortals,
a police dog's ability to pick up a scent is like a superpower.
Go on, track on.
All right. We're into the car park, hooking a right,
following the road back down towards the main roundabout.
A well-trained dog can even smell fear,
picking up on the hormones we release when we're afraid.
Right. We've got a big metal security gate down the bottom here.
He's climbed over it.
Just got to work out how to get the dog over.
Up!
Ebby's convinced the suspect has scaled the fence.
Up!
Oh, good girl, wait.
Which means that's the same route Ash must take too,
whether he likes it or not.
Oh!
OK, two secs, we're over the fence.
The track through the woods
leads Ebby and Ash back to the dual carriageway.
Oh. Good girl.
But where to now?
Right. We're hooking a right on to the pavement
back towards the roundabout.
A blue light around the corner tells Ash all he needs to know.
Oh. Surprise, surprise, that's Tony and Paul.
Firearms cops up ahead have just collared the suspect,
beating Ebby to the pull by only a few seconds.
Yeah. Two-six, we've tracked right up to them.
Good girl.
Good girl. Clever.
The bloke is already in cuffs. So, what's the story?
From Leeds, where the car's from.
Disqualified and can't tell us how he's down here. So, yeah.
Perfect at the minute, so, dog's tracked straight to him.
He admits he's from Leeds,
but this Yorkshire pudding offers no good reason
for being 120 miles from home in the middle of the night.
- Come on, then. Take a seat. - He's been searched.
That's why we've booked him.
His pockets are clean,
but he's being locked up for a series of motoring offences,
and he'll get a grilling back at the nick.
As we've come past here,
we're seen him dip in, saw his car, dog was here within five minutes.
ARVs have stopped him here,
and the dog's literally tracked right to him, right to him here.
So, it's good enough for us at the minute.
So, it's a good little job. Got one in custody, so...
Go on in, then.
While Ebby takes a well-earned rest...
Well done. Yes, you clever!
..Richie takes a closer look at that Volkswagen.
His number plates are covered in Perspex.
They've obviously done it to try evade ANPR detection.
Needless to say, it didn't work.
Obviously, he's doing 100, 110 mile an hour on the A5.
He takes significant risk, going the wrong way around roundabouts.
Cutting the corner when he can't see.
Heading the wrong way
down the suburban dual carriageway sections,
leaving other road users no choice, heading around blind bends.
Not only is he putting his own life at risk,
he's putting other people at risk.
On his night-time trip south,
the lad from Leeds picked up three driving charges,
including driving whilst disqualified,
no insurance, and dangerous driving.
He pleaded guilty and received a three-year driving ban
and sentenced to a year at His Majesty's pleasure.
Police with a dog, come out now!
- DOG BARKS - Come out now! Do you understand?
Canine cops really are an interceptor's best friend...
YELLING
Bryn, back!
Good boy.
- ..boasting intelligence... - Clever fox, ain't you?
..stamina... MAN GRUNTS
..and a unique ability to sniff out a wrong 'un from miles away.
The feeling at the end of a track where you've found people,
that is probably the best part of this job, I think,
because tracking is all about teamwork.
It's about the dog having skills that I don't have
and me bringing things to the incident
that he doesn't have.
And you have to work together and get the result at the end of it,
and I think tracking in particular demonstrates that,
and that's why it's my favourite part of the job.
It's the early hours of a Saturday morning.
Six miles outside Northampton,
security cameras at a storage facility
capture some troubling nocturnal activity.
A figure dressed all in black has breached the perimeter fence
and broken into the depot.
He's soon followed by another...
..and another, and then finally a fourth...
..before the group, apparently armed with power tools,
attempt to gain entry to one of the containers.
What they don't know is that this CCTV feed is monitored 24/7,
and someone's already called the cops.
Suddenly, they hear something.
Clearly spooked, the gang scarper.
Seconds later, a police car arrives on the scene.
Inside are two firearms officers.
Stop, stop. Get your arse here. Come on, get your arse here.
Get on that box. Get on that box. Come on.
Get on the box. We're going in. Come on.
But are they too late?
Police with taser, stand still! Stand still!
The four suspects have split.
Watch that side, mate.
It's now a race against time to make sure they don't get too far.
Yeah, where you are, Rob, that's where they've come out.
Just outside the facility,
a second unit have been alerted to more night-time noises.
- Stay there! Stay where you are now! - Armed police office!
It's two suspects dressed in black.
Go this way.
And they've got two interceptors hard on their heels.
Stay on the floor! Get down on the floor!
Stay where you are now.
- Where's the other one? - One's there.
Keep going, keep going, keep going. He's run through that way.
That's one in cuffs.
You're under arrested for suspicion of burglary.
But the other one got away.
He's gone towards Boughton Lane. Have we got that covered?
What cops need now is an expert in sniffing out cross-country runners.
As luck would have it, dog handler Lucy Sculthorpe is on the scene.
DOG BARKS
And she's got six-year-old German shepherd Bryn in the boot.
You've got all cops out of there?
- Yeah. - Cool. Thanks for that.
First things first, a quick recce.
We ain't gonna be able to get the dog over there, are we?
Gonna have to go round for that, I think.
Yeah. That's the one they've been after, then. That lock's broke.
And that one.
There's evidence of attempted entry at two separate containers,
and even though it's now 40 minutes into the crime,
there's more than enough here for Bryn to pick up a scent.
I've got one of their shoes, I think.
Bryn is known across the force for his tenacious tracking skills,
and when he's not tucking into bad guys,
he's a sucker for soft-scoop ice cream.
Delta-one-seven, just quickly,
I'm tracking, got a fresh footprint in the grass.
Try and get officers in front.
He's led Lucy 300m off site to the corner of a field.
But is there any gold at the end of the rainbow?
COVID mask. Good boy. Bryn, crouch.
A dog's sense of smell
is up to 100,000 times more powerful than a human's.
Bryn, where is he? Where is he?
So wherever Bryn goes, Lucy follows,
no matter how bumpy the ride.
This is barbed wire as well, just be careful.
Lucy's been on the force more than 15 years
and says her top three passions in life are
dogs, long walks in the country, and catching criminals.
So far, this shift's ticking every box.
I've now got two sets of footprints that we're tracking...
..side by side.
The evidence is now clear.
Two runners have made off in this direction.
Out. Out.
Out. Get on. Track on.
And it looks like they may no longer be dressed in black.
I'll come back for that.
But following human scent in open rural spaces is one thing.
Track on.
In a built-up area, it's much more difficult.
If he's come across that field,
the bottoms of his trousers and his shoes will be soaking wet.
So, while Bryn tries to figure out where they've gone...
..on a residential street half a mile away, things are hotting up.
This Fiesta's making off.
Officers are behind a Ford Fiesta,
which they saw make off from a road near the storage facility.
But the clueless driver's tried to make his getaway
down a cul-de-sac.
Get out. Get out.
- Get out of the car. - Please give me one second.
And that's two in cuffs.
One detained. It's the driver.
At the moment, mate,
- you're under arrest on suspicion of attempted theft. - All right. OK.
What's more, just around the corner, police have nicked a third.
Cops now reckon five people could have been involved in the job,
which means two suspects remain at large.
Fresh footprints.
But with no other clues as to where they may be,
all eyes now are on Bryn.
One-seven, we've got more fresh footprints.
Despite tracking for almost two miles,
that nose is still as keen as mustard.
Are you being serious?
And having dragged Lucy through yet another hedgerow...
..Bryn hits the jackpot.
Right, police with a dog, stay where you are.
BRYN BARKS
Delta-one-seven, I've got one. Do not move!
Do you understand me? Do not move.
A 35-kilo German shepherd charged up on adrenaline
is more than enough to make the bloke surrender.
BRYN BARKS
Watch him. Good boy. Good boy. Watch him.
The runner is fully compliant...
..and with the help of colleagues, is cuffed in no time.
What a good boy, Brynny. Good lad.
It's unlikely this chap would ever have been found
were it not for our canine hero.
One of you might as well do the property search,
cos it's only gonna be tiny.
That's four detained.
And I'll try and carry on tracking.
And incredibly, Bryn's still got some juice in the tank.
Bryn, track on.
And soon enough, he locks back into the scent,
hauling Lucy to a second property down the street...
Wait.
..where there's yet more hurdles to overcome.
Track on.
Something around this front porch is getting right up Bryn's nose.
Bryn, Bryn. Bryn, come here.
Right, police with a dog, get out!
BRYN BARKS
Another one.
Stay where you are, don't move.
- Face the wall. - Watch him.
- Face the wall. - Bryn, watch him.
It's a stunning result, as Bryn's got the fifth and final suspect.
He was hiding between two wheelie bins,
and the dog got to him before I could stop him.
The fella got his top nibbled but suffered no injuries,
which just goes to show that our pal Bryn is firm but fair.
Good lad! Who's a good boy?
Oh, he's a good lad! Yes!
With five suspects rounded up and headed for the nick,
it's been one heck of a night for the interceptors
and proved that teamwork and tenacity
can deliver top results.
Having Bryn on your side helps too.
I'm so chuffed, because he's worked so hard for that.
That's... I... I can't even tell you how far that is.
That's a long old way.
He's picked up a track,
he's tracked through three or four open fields,
ditches, barbed wire fences, electric fences.
He's come out into a housing estate,
which immediately makes it more difficult,
because there's less scent available.
He's managed to find the first one hiding,
and then after that, he's managed to continue tracking
and find the second one hiding another 100m down the road.
So, in terms of dog work, that's what we're here for,
because they wouldn't have been found otherwise.
He doesn't know how good he is. It's all a big game to him.
He does love a McFlurry, so I think he's earned one tonight.
Later that evening, police picked up another man
suspected of being involved in the job.
At court, all six of them pleaded guilty to attempted burglary
and were fined more than £200 each.
The driver was also banned for six months
after being found to have no insurance and no licence.
Coming up...
Speed is one-three-zero, lane one.
Fast, furious, and downright foolish.
Oh, my Lord.
And...
Have you had anything to drink tonight?
- No. - No, nothing?
..a ruined motor and a wrecked driver.
86. So you have been drinking.
Have you eaten or drank anything in the last 20 minutes?
I had a bottle of Moretti, but that's it.
It's a social taboo that's been a crime since the 1960s...
Fill your lungs, one long, continuous blow
until I tell you to stop.
- No problem. - Go for it.
..but over 40,000 people a year still get busted
for driving whilst over the limit.
Yeah. So you've failed, OK?
So, you're currently under arrest
for driving a motor vehicle on a road
whilst over the prescribed limit.
Drink driving is still a massive problem for us on the roads.
I'm not quite sure why the message doesn't get through,
but drink driving ruins lives,
it ruins relationships, it ruins family lives.
It's a serious problem.
We're 100% committed to reducing drink driving on our county roads.
Alpha-six-two.
Callum and Stewart have just been alerted to a serious incident
involving a car and a lorry on the dual carriageway.
We've had a report that a lorry has been driving along the road,
and there's a vehicle that's collided with the back of it.
The vehicle has then deviated and then ended up in a ditch.
At present, there's no police or ambulance on the scene.
I mean, he's got to be along this stretch somewhere.
But the lorry driver and another eyewitness
have apparently stayed to assist the cops.
Ah, there he is.
- Good evening. - Hi there. Are you all right?
OK.
This eyewitness was overtaken by the person who crashed.
- I saw the car pass me about 100mph. - Oh, right, OK.
- He was coming across the lanes. - Yeah.
And then he didn't brake until the last minute for the cars in front.
OK. Give me two secs. I'll just nip down here. OK?
The lorry driver who was struck is unharmed and eager to help out.
Yeah, yeah. It's OK. I'm OK, yeah.
- Is the driver still in? - Yes. Yes, sir.
But the suspect driver is yet to get out of his motor.
Hello.
Police.
How are you?
Are you sure?
Any injuries?
Are you sure you're OK, yeah?
Considering the state of his car, the man is in remarkably good shape.
Have you tried to get out?
But Stewart senses something's not right.
Have you been drinking?
Are you sure?
OK. You're just shaken?
Shaken but apparently not stirred.
- Oh, you can get out that side? - Yeah.
Oh, I didn't realise the door was open. Yeah.
Get out that side, I'll come round.
It turns out the man isn't trapped, but the angle that his motor landed
has made it tricky for him to get out.
OK. Right. I've got you.
I'll get you up this hill, OK?
Right, one, two, three, go.
- Go, go, go. - Follow me down, mate.
Free at last, and, perhaps understandably, a little wobbly.
Good stuff. Oh.
Sit down there.
Like this. Turn around.
No, come on. Don't hold on to that.
Turn around.
- And sit down. - Take, take a seat. There you go.
- Well done. - Right.
While Callum goes to secure the road,
Stewart must check on the man's welfare.
- Have you got anywhere that hurts? - No.
- Anywhere? Where does it hurt? - Spine. - Your spine.
So when you were sat in the car, it was OK.
It's just now that you've come round, yeah? OK.
Stewart's all-time favourite movie is Die Hard
and says if a film were made of his life,
he'd want to be played by Hollywood legend Bruce Willis.
But he won't need a "Sixth Sense" to crack this case.
Have you had anything to drink tonight?
- No. - No, nothing?
What speed were you doing?
- 60. - 60? - Yeah.
I don't really believe that.
Well, I've got witnesses saying
that they thought you were doing near 100. So...
- Huh?! - Yes.
- No. - OK.
While the lorry driver keeps the chap propped up,
Stewart prepares a breath test.
Fill your lungs, one long, continuous blow
until I tell you to stop, OK?
Go for it.
Stop. That's it. Done.
Anything over 35 is a fail.
86. So you have been drinking, OK?
Time is 22:38.
You're currently under arrest on suspicion of driving
whilst over the prescribed limit.
He's almost two and a half times the legal limit.
But they don't want to risk moving him until the ambulance arrives.
'If his condition does worsen in the meantime,
'please do give us a call back,
'but we will be there as soon as we can.'
Perfect, thank you.
It could be another three hours till it gets there.
We can't wait three hours.
I genuinely feel that this is more down to...
Us turning up.
..being pissed than a serious injury.
And I just wonder
whether the injuries are sort of coming to the fore
because... more that he's under arrest now.
Interceptor Rachel McCready has now arrived to offer assistance.
And as for our suspect...
Keep your arm up. Don't go to sleep.
..it looks like the evening's festivities
have finally caught up with him.
If you're in so much pain, why are you going to sleep?
I think you're only going to sleep cos you're pissed.
It's now more than 40 minutes since they first called the ambulance.
Let's just get him out of here.
We can't leave you in a ditch, OK?
Cos all you're doing is falling asleep on us.
So, after another quick health check...
One, two, three. There you go.
..the wobbly driver
is escorted through the woods and back to the road,
where he can relax in the relative warmth and comfort
of Rachel's police car.
Keep going. There we go.
And on that note, the drama should be over.
Have you just been sick in my car?
But look away now because the chap's just brought up his dinner.
Are you going to be properly sick or not?
Yeah. Yes or no?
Cos I'm not gonna be impressed if you are sick in my car.
The plan is to take the man to hospital
for an evidential blood test.
But just as they're getting ready to go, they get some visitors.
Hello. Bit of a rough night, yeah?
The ambulance has finally arrived.
Can I have a feel of your neck?
And the paramedics confirm Stewart's suspicions.
Where's the pain?
The man has suffered no serious injuries.
They said he's fine to go to hospital.
I think they'd rather not have the sick in their ambulance.
So, we're gonna take him down, considering he's already in our car,
and then we'll go through the blood procedure at hospital.
Let's hope he doesn't redecorate the inside of Rachel's car en route.
Before Stewart heads off, the lorry driver wants to show him something.
Bloody hell.
A chunk of the car's bumper remains wedged into his rear.
So, that... is solid metal, and he's literally hit it so hard
that he's bent the metal beam right underneath the lorry,
and that's part of his car that's still embedded in it.
- I'm just gonna pull this out now. - Of course.
It's a sobering reminder of how this whole incident
could have had a very different outcome.
We don't know what we've got to do to get it across to the public,
you cannot drink and drive.
We could have had fatals tonight,
and having to go and tell the family that their loved ones are dead
purely because of this individual
who's decided to drink quite heavily
and then drive on the road.
It's such a selfish act, and I completely despise them.
And I'm quite happy to say that.
Back at hospital, the man's blood test confirmed him
to be more than twice the legal drink-drive limit.
For drink driving, he was banned from the roads for 18 months
and was ordered to pay almost £2,500 in fines and costs.
The number of people killed or injured
in collisions in Northamptonshire
is at its lowest level since records began six decades ago.
But it only takes one high-speed reckless driver
to cause carnage on the roads.
In the early hours of Saturday morning...
..police have received reports
of a Mercedes driving erratically along the M1 northbound.
Yeah, I'm just passing Watford Gap.
Interceptor Michael Hollowell is hunting it down.
I can see the hazard lights on the vehicle.
The hazard lights up ahead belong to the person who called the police.
In front of them is the suspect Merc.
Yeah. I've got the vehicle.
It's directly in front of me now as I approach Junction 17.
But Michael's flashing blue lights apparently have little effect.
Instead, the car continues veering slowly from left to right,
before finally picking up the pace.
Vehicle's weaving from lane one to lane two.
Speed is four-zero.
Dodgy moves like this often go from 0-100 in a fail-to-stop.
It's committed past junction 17.
So getting him off the motorway is a priority.
But Michael's got a problem.
Increasing to six-zero.
The driver suddenly seems to have located the accelerator.
Speed has increased to eight-zero.
Fortunately, because of the time of night,
there are few other cars about.
Speed is 125.
Moving to lane two, past heavies.
But at speeds like this,
one small slip could have devastating consequences.
Speed is one-three-zero, lane one.
Michael can't make a move until back-up arrives.
Oh, my Lord.
Until then, all he can do is keep on the Merc's tail...
Into lane three, back to lane two. Medium risk.
..and pray that disaster doesn't strike.
Oh!
Crash, crash, crash, crash, crash, crash, crash.
Vehicle's in the ditch. Vehicle's in the ditch.
Another vehicle's been hit, vehicle's been hit.
At 120mph, the Merc clips an innocent motorist as it passes.
An impact which sends both vehicles tumbling across the carriageway
in opposite directions.
A back-up unit heads straight for the innocent motorist.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Hello. Can you hear us?
Yeah, I can hear you. Just stay there. Stay there for me.
What the hell happened?
The upturned vehicle contains a mother and her 12-year-old daughter.
Do you know how to get these seats down?
Incredibly, neither have sustained any serious injuries.
There you go. Hold on to mine. Hold on to mine. There you go.
Take some nice, deep breaths.
Everyone's OK, all right? And that's the main thing.
Meanwhile, Michael's priority is to stop the suspect from getting away.
It has crashed, crashed at 120mph.
The Merc has penetrated the barrier, rolled down the embankment,
and settled in the woods.
One-four, I'm with the vehicle. I'm with the vehicle.
Looking for the driver.
But where is he?
Driver is moving. He's in the back of the car.
If he's ended up in the back,
he can't have been wearing a seatbelt.
Driver, can you hear me?
Which suggests the only thing that saved his life is the air bag
and a large dose of luck.
Driver of the Mercedes is moving, breathing,
but his eyes are shut and not responding to me.
The man doesn't even appear to have suffered any serious injuries,
which is a miracle, considering what he's just done.
Driver, driver.
One-four, there's multiple bottles and cans in the vehicle of alcohol.
Driver, come on. Can you hear me?
It turns out the 120mph speeder is already a disqualified driver.
He is breathing.
Within a couple of minutes, a second officer arrives on the scene.
- Are you gonna come out for us? - Yeah.
Yeah?
Together, they manage to haul the death-defying driver
into the recovery position whilst they await an ambulance.
Hang on. Stay there, mate. Stay there. Just stay there.
DRIVER GROANS
The mother and daughter were treated for minor injuries at hospital
but were later discharged.
No action was taken against the Merc driver for suspected drink driving,
but he was charged with dangerous driving,
driving whilst disqualified and without insurance,
as well as failing to stop.
He was banned from driving for a further 24 months
and was sentenced to 16 months behind bars.
Still to come...
..a heated debate, but Ian keeps his cool.
- Stop shouting. - I am...
- We're having a conversation. - Yeah, but...
You don't need to shout.
It's Wednesday afternoon.
Interceptor Ian Baylis is tailing a Mercedes AMG
that's giving his copper's nose a bit of a tweak.
As the Merc pulls into a residential street, Ian gets a closer look.
This car in front has a foreign... number plate...
..and under the DVLA regulations...
..that vehicle might be being used illegally.
So, I'm just gonna have a quick chat and see what the score is.
The Merc's plates are Albanian.
- Hello. - Hi.
- How are you doing? - Not bad. Yourself?
- Yeah, good, thank you. - Good.
- Is this yours? - Yes. - Excellent.
- Have you got your driving licence? - Of course.
- Can I see your driving licence? - Of course.
Smashing.
You can only drive a foreign car in the UK if you're a visitor.
- Thanks very much. - No worries.
If you're a UK resident, your motor must be registered with the DVLA.
- Oh. Is this where you live? - Yes.
- You live there, do you? - Yes. - OK.
His licence says he lives right here in the UK.
- Need to have a chat with you about your car. - Of course.
- Because... if you're living here... - Yes.
..you can't drive your car in this country.
Well, I can drive for six months.
- No, you can't. - How come?
- When you're visiting the UK... - Well, yeah, because I was back home.
- Let me finish. If you ask me a question, let me finish. - No problem.
- When you're visiting the UK, you have six months, OK? - Yes.
- But the moment you become a resident here... - Yeah.
..you don't get that six month.
I was back with my wife and kids, back in Albania.
We had no plane to come here. I needed to bring the kids back.
- Yeah, yeah. I get that. - Get back at school.
How can I come, you know? Didn't find a plane, how we can...
How you could come here, you know what I mean?
- I'm not keeping the car here. - Right.
- I just came to bring the kids and go back. - That's fine.
The man is saying he only brought the car here
to transport his family over
and claims he plans on taking it back to Albania ASAP.
Ian's not buying it.
I'm gonna get the car recovered.
- Yeah. - OK? You can...
You can get the car back, but you must apply to the DVLA
to either re-register it as a car for the UK,
or you have 24 hours to export it.
- You cannot drive a foreign registered vehicle. - How come?
I've been stopped before, and nobody told me that.
That's because you haven't been stopped by me.
Ian's been on the force for two decades, and in that time,
he's learned the traffic laws inside out and back to front.
In moments like this... the man's unflappable.
- I'm a traffic cop. - OK.
- And I know the rules. - All right.
- OK? And I'm telling you... - Yeah. - ..you can not drive.
That's not a problem. You can take the car, but I...
Obviously, you can get it back.
I'm going to get the car back, obviously.
I'm going to go to the borders.
Why you let me to come with this car here?
Well, you can do that, but that's pointless,
because they don't care.
I am a resident here, but I'm not living here. I'm living abroad.
The bloke now claims he lives in Albania.
Fortunately, it's a bit late to be changing your story.
- Can I have the keys? - No, we don't have the keys.
- You don't have the keys? - No.
That's fine. We don't need the keys.
The Merc's key has mysteriously gone AWOL.
Can you organise a surety recovery for a foreign vehicle, please?
But it won't stop it being seized, and the man is not happy.
Somebody should warn me before if anything happen.
No, they shouldn't.
Why you let me come in if I'm not allowed with the car?
This car, I came in the borders. The car did not come in aeroplane.
At the borders, they told me you're allowed to stay six months.
After six months, this car has to go back.
- Stop shouting. - I am...
- We're having a conversation. - Yeah, but that's...
- You don't need to shout. - No, you're not helping me out, yeah?
I told you, 24 hours, the car will be out.
You people want to rip us off, OK, that's fine, I'll pay the fine,
I'll come and grab the car, whatever I do, it's my car.
Great, that's fine. Yeah.
Having failed to rile Ian one way, the man decides to shift tactic.
- It's fine. - We don't...
- What's your name? - Ian Baylis.
- What's your badge number? - 6-2-4.
- Perfect, thank you. - What's the point of this?
Because you're gonna go on social media for doing not right.
- No. - Simple as. - I'll tell you...
I told you, this car, I drive here from the borders.
You asked me for licence, I give you licence.
Anything else you need from me?
- No. - You do your job. I'll do mine.
Ian refuses to take the bait.
So, the rules are...
you can come into the UK and drive a foreign vehicle in the UK
if you're visiting for up to six months.
However, if you become a UK resident...
you forfeit that right.
So, it's part of the DVLA tax regulations.
What we do is we remove the vehicle.
And then they'll have an option of either exporting the vehicle,
which they have to do within 24 hours,
or re-registering it as a UK car.
And if they do that,
they can still drive on the foreign plate for a short period
while the DVLA are processing the request.
The man's licence and insurance details check out fine,
and it looks like he's finally willing to play ball.
- Do you want your licence back? - Please, if you don't mind.
- OK. Give me the keys. - Why should I give you the keys?
That's not my right to do. I want to keep the keys.
Look, I am just kidding, mate. You do your work.
That's not a problem. I'll give you the keys, whatever you want.
I don't care. It doesn't bother me.
Surprise, surprise. He does have the keys after all.
I'd like the keys, but I don't need it.
Oh, so do you want it or not?
Well, if you want to give me the key, I'll take it off you,
but I'm not having an argument about whether I should or...
Do you want the key or not?
- I would like the keys, yes. - There you go.
Thank you very much. Is this right key?
- That's the right key. - Oh, yes, there it is.
Well, that's a relief.
We'll look after it for you.
It's nice and clean anyway.
It seems the affable Ian's finally won the man over.
They get angry, but you just keep being nice to them.
They just give up in the end.
Some valuable advice for life there from a man of experience.
It's important that we deal with these people for traffic offences.
If it was involved in a collision or something,
it could disappear, and we'd never be able to find it again.
He hasn't actually checked the rules,
and he was upset about that.
I always try and remain calm.
I don't come to work to have a fight.
Only boxers do, Ian.
The man's car was seized,
and he was reported for driving an untaxed vehicle.
The case is now in the hands of the DVLA.