SIREN WAILS
This is Police Interceptors.
Get on the ground!
Police Interceptors, the real life one?
I'm gonna tell my kids about this.
And you're riding with the pride of Northamptonshire.
Come on! Ace pursuit drivers...
Contact, contact, contact. 'NPAS five-one.'
...with air support...
'Got two out, standby.'
BARKING Come out!
...and a crack dog unit.
If you move, you will get bit.
MAN YELLS
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.'
ALARM BLARES On the floor now!
Is what it is, innit? We find them, we lock them up.
Six-five, it's failing to stop. Coming up...
'Decamp at the park.'
Park run in size nines...
Jeans, blue jumper, stupid haircut.
...extreme traffic direction...
What on earth are you doing?!
You're driving the wrong way up a dual carriageway!
...and...
That thing is absolutely rapid.
...a high-speed pursuit is high stakes child's play.
How old are you?
Each time the interceptors roll out, they lay their lives on the line.
Come on!
High-speed pursuits...
CRASHING
...aggressive bad guys... Let go of me!
Move! ...midnight assault courses.
SHE GRUNTS
HORN HONKS
They're all in a day's work.
Get out the vehicle! SIREN BLARES
You need bottle to wear the uniform.
And these guys have it by the crate.
Our job can be quite, at times, risky.
Inherently, it is quite dangerous.
You sort of don't think about it
in terms of the "what could", the "what if".
You deal with it, you suck up that risk and take it on. The main thing,
as long as I get to go home at the end of the day, I'm happy.
A busy dual carriageway
is a dangerous place at the best of times.
But after an accident at night, it becomes even more so.
We've had a call from members of the public
that there's a car that's gone into a hedge off the A43,
between Towcester and Northampton.
Scott and Michael are southbound.
There it is. Is that it?
The trouble is, the incident took place on the northbound carriageway.
We've just passed the location where it is.
There's an ambulance with them at the moment.
An elite driver with 382 horses stabled in his Beamer,
Scott's galloping to find a place to turn.
And doing north of a ton on a major freight road
means he needs to stay sharp for lorries pulling out.
But he reaches the turn in one piece.
POLICE RADIO CHATTER
Hello. Hello.
Hiya.
Paramedics and interceptor Sandra have the accident scene in hand,
and northbound traffic has been stopped two miles back.
But what the cops don't know...
...is things are about to take a far more dangerous turn
on the opposite carriageway.
You're riding on a 44-tonne lorry.
Its onboard camera points down the rear doors to the road beneath.
At a steady 50,
it drives over arrows that point direction of traffic.
Suddenly, the lorry slows down and worryingly crosses a no entry sign.
Direction of traffic arrows now point the other way.
The 44-tonner is accelerating into oncoming traffic.
That traffic includes a highways vehicle
filming from its rear window...
...where a trucker, unaware of the rogue lorry hurtling towards him,
pulls out to overtake... HORN HONKS
...just as the 44-tonner screams past in the wrong direction.
Somehow, the driver got past
and pulled out of the way in two seconds.
It's a miracle no-one's been killed.
While the lorry motors on to disaster, highways send out the SOS.
And at the scene of the earlier accident, cops get the call.
Driving the wrong way up a dual carriageway!
On instinct, Scott leaps the central res...
Watch the traffic, watch the traffic!
...and runs on to the rogue lorry's carriageway.
It's coming up towards us the wrong way.
SIREN WAILS
While dealing with a crash on the A43,
interceptors have had a devastating call.
Driving the wrong way up a dual carriageway!
A 44-tonne lorry's driving the wrong way down the opposite carriageway.
It's coming up towards us the wrong way.
And Scott has stepped straight into its path.
What on earth are you doing?!
You're driving the wrong way up a dual carriageway!
Because there's a block, there's a block. Yeah! Yeah!
So you can go across the road. You don't come up it the wrong way!
The driver says he was forced into it because of the accident closure.
I've just come down here.
At what point
have you ever been able to drive the wrong way up a dual carriageway?
How many people have you gone past?
You could have killed any of them!
You could have killed any one of those drivers coming down there!
Everyone else has managed it on that closure.
Everyone else except you!
He's still arguing he had no choice.
Turn your cab off. Turn it off.
I'll stop it. I thought it was...
Right, jump out. OK.
I was just thinking it was like a diversion.
No, no, no, no. You know it's a dual carriageway.
You can see it's a dual carriageway. Yeah, I was just...
At what point... At what point
do you come up the wrong way up a dual carriageway?
Scott's not the only apoplectic interceptor.
Sandra takes up the baton.
And when you see vehicles coming in the opposite direction to you,
clearly on the opposite side of the carriageway... Yeah...
No, no. Don't talk over me, it's rude. I'm not finished.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
You see vehicles coming the other way
and you don't think to stop?
When I saw the vehicle, I was just confused.
Because you've committed a serious moving traffic offence,
I require you to provide me with a specimen of breath.
He hasn't had a drink... That's zero.
Stick your tongue out for me. ...nor any drugs,
but he won't escape serious driving charges.
You're really lucky
that we're not in a serious injury or a fatal injury.
You were head on, on a dual carriageway,
on the wrong side of the carriageway.
Not 15 minutes ago, Scott and Michael
were flying along this very stretch of road at over 100.
HORN HONKS
The idea of meeting a 44-tonne lorry coming the other way
doesn't bear thinking about.
You can understand why I was so angry
cos you could have killed any one of them.
You're under arrest on suspicion of dangerous driving, OK?
We have got an officer that's able to drive this,
and we'll try and get it turned round.
Much like this guy's destined to be, Michael is an ex-lorry driver.
But we'll... We've got to move the truck,
so we've got to get it off the dual carriageway.
With oncoming traffic held in a rolling road block,
HGV Michael's ready to roll back the years.
POLICE RADIO CHATTER
Just trying to...
Or is he?
Every truck's different. I'm just looking for the bloody...
...gearing on this one, cos this is an automatic.
So...
In your own time, Michael
ENGINE STARTS
Ah, you've still got it.
The trucker who took the wrong carriageway
pleaded guilty to dangerous driving.
He lost his licence for a year,
was ordered to do 150 hours unpaid work
and pay £199 in costs and charges.
It could have been much worse
if it wasn't for the bravery of the interceptors.
It's pretty terrifying doing that
as a 44-tonne vehicle's driving towards you.
Thankfully, we're not having to knock on someone's door tonight
to tell them their loved one's not coming home
cos someone's driven the wrong way down a carriageway.
You can't say you couldn't see us,
cos we were in front of you at one point with the blue lights on.
Yeah, yeah, I know that. So why did you drive round me?
Interceptors deal with law breakers of all ages.
From those old enough to know better...
So, you haven't got a driving licence at the minute
cos they've taken it off you?
...to those who have yet to grow some common sense.
How old are you? 16.
16?
And more and more, the kids are very much not all right.
I don't know if it's a boredom thing,
social media trends on the phone,
seeing their mates doing it, thinking it looks fun.
Whether it's a lack of respect for the police
and, you know, the justice system in general, I think...
It's probably a combination of all of them.
But, yeah, it's a shame. It can be a bit frustrating, as well.
It's nearly 2am on a school night, and most folk are in bed.
'Been stolen.'
Lucy and Bryn on the other hand...
DOG BARKING
...are responding to reports of a stolen car.
Black Mini Cooper, and it's hit the Burton Latimer out camera
in the last five to ten minutes.
Oh, hello. Speedy milkman.
The last thing Lucy needs
is a driver pulling out and putting the dog van out of action...
Thought that was gonna be it then.
...because the plan is to get as many units as possible
to surround the stolen Mini.
Delta-one-seven, I'll go up the A14.
SIREN WAILS But time is running out...
I'll give it a go, but I don't think we're gonna get there
before it gets to the motorway.
...before it leaves Northants' patch.
The latest hit is A14, junction one, west.
So it's heading towards the motorway and the border.
Lucy's dog van isn't built for speed
like, say, an armed response vehicle.
But she's still motoring at a cool 120 miles an hour.
That thing is absolutely rapid.
I'm doing like 120, and he's just like...
IMITATES FAST CAR, LAUGHS
It's crazy.
Crazy mark two, coming through.
With speed demons ahead of her, Lucy's last to the rendezvous point,
where the team plots up for further intel on the Mini.
There's a possibility this car's coming back towards us.
It seems to have potentially turned round,
and we're just gonna kind of wait by the border, see if it comes back.
Which is exactly what's happened.
In fact, the Mini has pulled up in a garage
just around the corner from the waiting pack.
'Can you ask them to move forward, please?
'It's only a short distance.'
The Northants convoy creeps towards the stationary stolen car.
The garage is just ahead of them.
But the Mini's not parked up any more.
It's heading straight for them. That's it.
HORN HONKS
Three-point turn a-go-go.
Unsurprisingly, first out of the traps is an unmarked ARV,
which is off like a shot.
POLICE RADIO CHATTER
Catching up is no mean feat,
but after a sprint along the dual carriageway,
they have two cars in the stick.
Not enough to box in the Mini, but then they get a stroke of luck.
An innocent Mini driver comes the other way, and this pursuit is over.
The cops are in no mood to mess about.
Get on the floor now! Get on the floor!
But as they pull out the passenger and get the cuffs on the driver...
HE GROANS
...they're in for a shock.
It's a couple of kids.
It's all right. We're going to pull you up on to your bum.
Thank you. Yeah.
What happened? How old are you?
What happened? All right, sit up.
The 15-year-old driver seems distraught.
His junior partner on the other hand...
I was going for a drive. ...couldn't be calmer.
Is that a gun? It is a gun, yes.
It's not a water pistol.
And this isn't a game.
Jimmy.
Class B. Sorry?
Class B.
Cannabis hidden in a blister pack.
Yeah, bottom left. Left.
You're also under arrest
for possession of a Class B controlled drug,
which is cannabis, all right?
Say again? Me?
Yeah, you. That's what I said.
Class A? Class B.
Keep up, son.
Could have killed someone tonight.
How old are you, lad? 13.
13? Yeah.
I was doing my paper round at 13.
I always had three paper rounds in the morning.
No further action was taken regarding possession of cannabis
or car theft...
after the owner of the Mini chose not to press charges,
but the 15-year-old driver pleaded guilty to failing to stop,
dangerous driving and driving without a licence or insurance.
He was disqualified for a year, given an electronic tag
and required to attend rehab appointments.
It's a quiet day in Wellingborough...
...but Max is picking up a suspicious sound.
ENGINE REVVING
There seems to be an invisible scooter on this estate.
Alleyway, nine o'clock.
I've got a scooter, Windmill Close, going onto the Kingsway, two-up.
Max moves to cut the disappearing scooter off.
But before he gets eyes on, it's all change.
There's a 1 Series Beamer near KFC that might be cloned.
Ah, OK, so it's done a resit. I'll check KFC.
Ah, no, I've got it.
'Have you got it?'
Yeah, six-five, it's failing to stop.
Game on.
Can we get pursuit out in the area, please?
Morning. Vehicle failing to stop.
An advanced TPAC driver, unmarked, unmarked vehicle.
As well as a tasty driver, Maximus is a trained drone pilot,
and he needs to fly today to keep up with the 1 Series.
Potential clone.
We're Doddington Road, generally toward the town of Wellingborough.
Wellying it into Wellingborough,
the target's weaving like a wicker basket.
Another left onto Valley Road.
Right, right, right, Dalkeith Road.
The plan is to call in other units to box the Beamer in.
And not far away...
Jingle and Lizzy change course to intercept the runaway Beamer...
I'm making to you, mate.
...while Max directs them in from the lead car.
Right, right, right onto Windsor Road.
Speed five-zero. It's currently medium risk.
I'll be your pursuit commander,
preferred tactical option will be sting,
reduce the capability of the vehicle,
followed by a multi-vehicle box.
They need to box the driver in pronto.
He's doing serious speeds in a 30 limit.
Speed seven-zero, medium risk,
approaching the junction with... Jubilee Crescent,
and it's a left, left, left.
Thankfully, his current course
is bringing the runaway ever closer to reinforcements.
Hang on. INDISTINCT RADIO CHAT
He's gonna be coming up here, mate.
And Jingle and Lizzy join the party just behind the unmarked.
TYRES SCREECH
Come on!
'They couldn't say at the moment.'
In front of them, Max has his work cut out, driving and commentating.
Yes, please, Lizzy.
But with the newcomers taking over comms,
the lead car's free to concentrate on keeping up.
'Priory Road then Jubilee Crescent again.'
And it looks like they'll have to keep up on foot.
'Decamp Stanwell Park.'
The driver's down an alley.
His car's driving itself.
CRASH
As the runaway car clears the alley,
its blue-hooded driver is revealed running like the wind.
SIREN BLARING
The bad guy's got trainers and a head start.
The good guys are weighed down by seven kilos of kit.
Place your bets.
Yeah, six-five, it's failing to stop.
Interceptors are after the driver of a fleeing BMW...
Come on!
...who's bailed out on an estate.
'Decamp Stanwell Park.'
Leading his Beamer to drive itself.
Now it's a foot race with three interceptors in stab vests
chasing a young bloke in trainers.
Jeans, blue jumper...
...stupid haircut.
The runner's criminal crop hasn't slowed him up, though.
He's soon out of sight...
...and out of reach.
They've lost him.
And Jingle's soon regretting yesterday's gym work.
I did legs yesterday.
SMITH CHUCKLES
Coming down the hill, I didn't know which was gonna collapse first.
There are plenty of ways out of the area,
and even with Lucy and police dog Bryn on the case...
DOG WHINES, BARKS
...this is likely a total loss.
I thought he was slowing down,
and I thought was gonna catch up with him,
but I'm wearing all this kit,
and he's in the standard criminal uniform of tracksuits...
tracksuits and hoodie.
He'll come again, but at least we've stopped the pursuit.
At least the car's secure and doesn't put anyone else at risk.
The dog unit's drawn a blank,
much to the amusement of local comic relief.
I was looking on TT and that. 'Ey-hey! OK!
Nice moves. Ha! You should be on TV, mate
Hey, hey, don't get me gassed!
I was like, there must be another... The police are moving, bro.
Wow.
And that's the kind of people we deal with on a regular basis.
But just when it's looking like the cops will have to content themselves
with taking a dodgy motor off the road...
Roger, thank you.
...there's a bit of a touch inside it.
Somebody's left their phone in the car, unfortunately for him.
So I think they've found a name based on the phone
that's in the car.
Despite the evidence left behind,
the suspected driver was never located
and no further action was taken.
Yeah, it's just come past.
Bikers can be the bane of a traffic cop's existence.
They slip through the slimmest escape routes...
We've gone left, left, left. He will be going through bollards.
I cannot continue from here.
...and act like no-one can touch them.
Up at the back wheel, off the side of the road.
But bad guys who think cops won't make contact
with their two-wheelers...
...could be in for a shock.
If you ram a motorbike, you stand a good chance of injuring the rider.
But that would be and has been authorised...
if the situation allows it.
It's the midnight hour,
and a marked Beamer's going like a bat out of hell.
With Harrison Beverley at the wheel and Rich Gipson riding shotgun.
Where's where? Rothwell.
Motorbike failing to stop.
A motorbike just made off from a unit near Rothwell.
Shall I just go towards Rothwell and see if we can catch him up?
And Harrison's engaged the warp drive to get there on the hurry-up.
SIRENS WAIL
A few miles away in an unmarked Volvo...
...Tony and Lloyd have the rogue bike in their sights.
And it'll take more than a humpback bridge to shake them off.
They need to tread carefully, though.
Most motorbike deaths happen on rural roads,
and by cutting corners like this, he's asking to prove that statistic.
Tony's a TPAC-trained advanced pursuit driver,
at the wheel of a 140mph cop car.
The bike's a 125...
...with L plates.
It might not outrun them, but they need a safe way to stop it,
and for that, they need numbers.
Zero-four-two, I can turn around and try and catch him the other way.
Tactical pursuit and containment calls for multiple cars,
so Harrison changes course,
aiming to intercept from a different direction.
We're gonna hopefully get to the end of Glendon Road by the... now.
It's a white-knuckle ride through the sticks in full rally-car mode.
Tight bends, these ones. I know. I know this road.
But they need the speed to get there
before the motorcyclist comes a cropper.
And at the business end of the pursuit,
the biker is leading Tony and Lloyd into a built-up area.
'Spread that block so if they try to get any speed
'on the straight bit of road, the bike will reduce the speed.'
The runaway hangs a sudden right.
'Right, right, right.'
He might hope to lose the bulky Volvo
in streets made narrow by parked cars.
INDISTINCT SPEECH OVER RADIO
'Cross Street. Speed two-five in a three-zero.'
They need a car ahead of him,
so Lloyd guides Rich and Harrison in.
That sounds like a good plan.
I'm at Glendon Road now. Gonna guess it's these lights here.
But before they reach the scene...
...up ahead, Tony seizes a chance to get in front of the bike.
The rider brakes.
ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH
And with a tiny tactical touch from Tony, he's stopped.
SHOUTING
Rich and Harrison roll in... There you go.
Go on this side, mate, so we can get...
Oh, no, actually, it's blocking the road, so let's do that, it's fine.
...to find Tony astride the runaway bike...
Hello, chap.
...and Lloyd with its rider, who's unharmed and on his derriere.
So, in a minute we'll get you up to your feet, OK? Yeah.
Do you have anything like ADHD or anything like that? No.
No? No? So, are you just calming down now for us, then?
I couldn't breathe for so long. Yeah, OK.
As long as you're chilling out and starting to calm down, chap,
then we'll... Everything will be all right, won't it? Yeah.
Can you stay calm for us?
Yeah, yeah, I'm calm. Good stuff.
Do you have a licence, chap? Yeah.
You do? Yeah.
What are you doing, then?
No insurance?
That was all over no insurance? Yeah, and I've had a shit night.
OK.
Well, it's about to get worse.
You're under arrest for failing to stop, dangerous driving. OK.
No insurance at the minute. Yeah.
Have you got any injuries from falling off the bike? No.
No? Considering you're just wearing trackies,
you've done all right, then, haven't you?
I'm not sure he's in the mood to celebrate.
Do you want me to help you up? Yes, please.
Come on, then.
There we go. There we go. You still have to be searched.
Have you got anything sharp on you
that's gonna harm yourself or my colleagues? No.
Have you got any drugs on you?
You've got a little bit of a tiny cut on your elbow, OK?
You're an idiot, you really are. I know.
Just fags? Yeah.
They're not illegal yet, are they?
They're not...
Odd.
...but I'll wager what's in that bag is.
You're further under arrest on suspicion of possession of Class A.
We're gonna put you in the van, all right? More comfortable for you.
Cheers, Gozzy. Have you got anything else on you? No? No.
Step up there for us, thank you.
Just watch your head as you sit down in there for us. Ta.
Cheers, mate. Thank you.
The rider, freed from his steed by Tony's tactical contact,
pleaded guilty to failing to stop, dangerous driving,
driving without insurance and possession of cocaine.
The court gave him a 24-week suspended sentence,
80 hours of unpaid work and a 12-month ban.
He was also required to pay £239 in costs and charges.
They say one bad apple can spoil the barrel...
Speed eight-zero.
...but a few dodgy bikers...
Yeah, we're off-road, off-road through bollards.
...shouldn't give the rest a bad name.
Thousands ride on the right side of the law every day.
He's took the keys out the vehicle. Yeah.
Saw him in the driving seat.
And a few miles from Keith and Michael,
some of them have taken the law into their own hands.
Where the driver's fallen asleep at the wheel,
and he's been drifting backwards into another vehicle,
so some motorcyclists have stopped and removed the keys from the car.
Both advanced motorcyclists themselves,
Keith and Michael are racing to reach kindred spirits,
who have collared a suspected drink driver.
A driver who's been on the cops' radar all afternoon.
Driver that was initially put up by Highways to say
that there's a drink driver within the vehicle.
Failed to hit any other cameras so we had no idea where he'd gone.
They do now, and with Keith at the wheel, they're closing in fast.
You sold me the island there, boys, thank you.
Keith says he joined the force to drive fast cars
with blue lights and sirens blazing.
Nice overtake! I enjoyed that one.
Living your best life, Keith.
Cars doing 60 look like they're in reverse,
as Keith makes a supercharged break for the border.
Couldn't have been much further away, could it, really? No.
It's pretty much the end of our jurisdiction.
That's a fancy word for patch.
"Just before the roundabout on the left-hand side," it says.
And they've reached the edge of theirs.
There he is. Oh, and there's a police car with him already.
No!
They'll have to share the collar with the other units,
as well as the have-a-go heroes on two wheels.
Hiya. Have you got a breath box? I have. Hang on.
Michael's going to do the honours and breathalyse the driver,
who's in the back of a traffic car.
Hiya. Right, so, all you need to do is take a nice deep breath in
and go... INHALES
Put your lips on the tube, and go...
EXHALES ...nice and slowly, all right?
So, nice deep breath in. Put your lips on the tube.
So, breathe in. No. No. Look at me.
Breathe in and go... INHALES
Hold it and blow, right? So, ready? Blow in the tube.
You've got to put your lips on the tube and blow.
No. You're not gonna do that, are you?
Michael has the patience of a saint...
So, look at me, what do I do? I go...
INHALES SHARPLY, EXHALES SLOWLY
...which is pretty apt...
Breathe in and blow. Keep going, keep going.
No, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.
...because Saint Michael, amongst other things,
is the Patron Saint of Coppers.
It's not like blowing up a balloon,
like go... PUFFS
You've got to do constant breath.
If you fail this, you're gonna be arrested for failing to provide. OK?
So it's in your best interest to give us a sample.
Blow. You're not blowing. You're not blowing.
You're still not blowing. You're not blowing. Not even blowing.
You're not.
You're not even trying. I'm blowing.
You're not. Why not?
As the bikers who may have saved the driver's life
get back on the road...
Cheers, mate.
No problem. Thank you.
One more go.
...Saint Michael soldiers on.
Blow. Keep going, keep going, keep going,
keep going, keep going, and stop.
Lovely. Well played.
Well done.
Oh.
You're nicked.
135.
The legal limit is 35.
Sorry, 100...? 135.
So, you are now under arrest
for providing a positive sample of breath.
Am I arrested? You are. You've blown 135.
Positive breath test. 1, 3, 5.
So, it's nearly four times,
so, yeah, blowing 135, so nearly four times the legal limit.
Mad. Absolutely mad.
You won't be going to work now. Be going straight to custody.
That's where you're going. Right. We'll follow you back, then.
It's a convoy to custody with the 135-micro gram man.
I don't think I've had anything like that here.
But when I was down in the Met...
me and a colleague had somebody blow 183.
Yeah, I've had 190 in the Met. So, yeah, but 135 is...
I know somebody's had 200-something here. Really?
Yeah. You should be dead, really... Yeah.
...if you've got that amount of alcohol in your system. Yeah, yeah.
But, no, a 135 is high.
That's the highest I've heard around here so far.
Back at the nick, Michael and Keith
check their drink driver in with the custody sergeant.
I am gonna authorise your detention here at the police station, OK?
That's so we can complete an evidential breath test with you.
Not sure this is a thumbs-up vibe, fella.
You're about to play for your licence on the intoxilyzer.
Are you... keeping me here? Yeah.
Why? Because you're drunk.
Which makes a simple search...
Can you take your belt off for me?
...far harder than it needs to be.
No, no, no, no. Not your trousers, just your belt.
Oi, let go, let go.
Let go.
Getting messages across is nigh on impossible.
All right. Let me go. Sorry?
Let me go. Let you go?
Yes. Why would we let you go?
And the results of two blows on the evidential breath test machine...
Keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going.
...a mere formality. Stop. 137, 140.
We'll go with the lowest number, all right?
Legal limit's 35.
His reading is actually going up,
and he's booked a stay at the Northants Hilton.
The driver stopped by the biker boys was convicted of drink driving.
He got a 12-week suspended sentence,
150 hours of unpaid work, and a 32-month ban.
He was also ordered to pay costs and charges of £239.
But at four times the legal limit,
things could have been a whole lot worse.
It's good to get him off the road.
Your driving is impaired by any amount of alcohol in the system,
but to have that amount
in your system... Beyond belief.
Coming up... Tommo, reinforce it.
Table manners are tricky in handcuffs.
Oh, shit, sorry. I've got a bit of food on your top.
As you can see on his registration plate he's...
He's just got black sticky tape on it.
The world of fiction may be full of criminal masterminds...
So he's doctored the plate obviously, from a 1-1 to 1-6...
Well... a dodgy 1-6.
...but genuine law-breakers are generally more witless than genius.
Right, you're disqualified, aren't you?
No, it wasn't. I just watched you switch seats.
And it's not hard to tell
when the brains of Britain are peddling porky pies.
He's maintained that he's driving, but he's also drunk,
so we might end up having two in for this.
If you give people enough rope, they normally hang themselves.
So, if you think that somebody's lying to you,
you just let them carry on,
and then the cracks start to appear in their stories.
People generally aren't that bright, are they?
Sorry, got distracted by my colleagues in that vehicle.
It's laugh a minute on Harrison and Paul's afternoon shift,
but things are about to turn serious.
SIREN BLARES
It's a blue Hyundai.
There was a car that did a shoplifting in a retail park,
and it's gone straight from one retail park to another retail park,
so the ops channel's just asked us to go and find the car
and make sure it's not doing another theft.
Potential shoplifters are working their way
around local retail parks in a blue Hyundai.
Six-one, that's copied, thank you.
We're just about to ten-six on the retail park.
Straight through this side. Is that it there?
It's coming out, it's coming out here.
Is it? Yeah.
Yeah, that's it. Tommo, that's it there, mate.
PC Clooney, nicknamed George, naturally,
is a master at getting into the minds of his prey.
She's going to McDonalds. SIREN BLARES
But with multiple cars tailing the Hyundai...
We're just joining you, mate. We'll be 30 seconds.
...there will be no Filet-O-Fish for the moment.
Tommo, reinforce it.
There are three people in the car.
Hello. Are you all right?
All right, the reason for search is
that this vehicle has been identified
as being involved in theft from shops.
What?! Yeah.
And the rear passenger is a woman of mystery.
Right. Where's your ID? I haven't got ID.
Oh, you haven't got ID. Right, now, what's in the boot?
Nothing's in the boot. Nothing?
No. OK. I've got some perfumes and that.
Right, I'm just gonna hold your arm.
They're perfumes for Christmas presents that I didn't want.
There's nothing stolen in here. All right.
Well, in that case, you won't be arrested.
I'm detaining you for a search at the moment.
What are you actually looking for? For stolen items.
You're getting searched as well. Why?
Because there's information that stuff was stolen from a shop...
in the last half an hour, hour.
The cops have a list of nicked goods,
none of which are in the boot.
Well, there's nothing to suggest
any of you are getting arrested at this point, is there?
For what?! Getting arrested for what?
Right, listen to what I'm saying. OK. I understand that.
There is nothing at the moment to suggest you're getting arrested.
We're looking for stuff... OK.
...involved in a theft from a shop in the last hour.
They're trying to identify stuff
that's been robbed from the theft or summat.
Do you wanna do a body and... body on this young lady?
You're not allowed to. He's a man, ain't it?
No, he's just checking your details. Oh.
While his colleague checks your back seat...
That's my dinner!
...looks like you were wrong about Maccy D's, Paul...
That chicken chow mein's nice, though.
...she's brought a Chinese takeaway with her.
What's your first name for us? Huh?
What's your first name, please?
It's... 11th of July, 2001. No, no, your first name.
Oh, Kimberley. Kimberley. Kimberley White.
Er, George, Kimberley's wandered off to see the driver.
Clooney, Clooney. Keep hold of her.
Stay over here. Oh.
Kimberley, stay over here. I'm getting all in the mud.
Yeah, I'm getting your sliders,
but you keep walking off. Wanted warrant.
And apparently, Kimberley also wandered off from the courts.
Wanted warrant.
Oh, has she? Yeah.
Whose wanted warrant? You.
For what? I'm just reading it.
We'll get to it, unfortunately.
You should know what you're wanted for.
Are you having a laugh?
I'm not having a laugh, no. Yeah. For what?
You are shown as wanted for breach of court order, warrant,
not back for bail. You're showing as wanted.
What, for not turning up to court? I'm not sure exactly at the minute.
Wanted for... A warrant. So... For what?
16:50, you're under arrest
on suspicion of... For what?
If you listen to what he's saying! For what?
Listen to what he's saying. Listen, let me say it.
You're wanted for breach of a court order, which is a warrant.
It's not back for bail. READS ARREST RIGHTS
She's wanted. OK.
Kimberley claims she isn't wanted.
In fact, Kimberley now claims she isn't Kimberley.
So, what, I give my sister's name.
My name's not even Michaela... Kimberley. My name's Michaela.
It would be a masterstroke if it wasn't for one problem.
She's calling you Kim, you're going in. There you go.
I'm just gonna tell him my real name. Michaela.
Whatever you say, Michaela
I've given Kimberley's name. Oh, shit, sorry.
I've got a bit of food on your top. Oh, well.
While Clooney cleans chow mein from his stab vest,
the name game continues.
I've give Kimberley's name, but my name's Michaela.
Right, but she calls you Kim. Brilliant.
Because I told her to say that, because I knew that I'd be wanted.
Oh, well. You can go to the station
and go on a fingerprint scanner, then. OK.
Not the best news for the artist formerly known as Kimberley.
Can you get off of me, mate?
I'm not running anywhere, I'm fat, innit.
You're gonna catch me if I run. OK. Jesus!
Kimberley/Michaela, is going to custody,
but with no stolen goods in the car,
the driver and male passenger are free to go.
Good luck, bab, good luck.
Don't forget your noodles, Kimberley! Mich...
Oh, whoever you are.
The chow mein.
There's nothing in the vehicle on the list of stolen items.
Unfortunately, the one in the rear of the vehicle,
she's wanted on warrant, so she's been arrested,
she'll go to custody and be in court tomorrow.
No further action was taken
against the driver of the Hyundai or the male passenger.
But the noodle lover with an identity crisis
did indeed attend court.
Kimberley, a prolific shoplifter,
pleaded guilty to failing to comply with a court order
and two separate thefts.
She was ordered to pay £362 in compensation
and was sent down for 16 weeks at His Majesty's pleasure.
A little... cheeky little job.