Armed police! Come to the door!
You'll come to no harm!
GUNFIRE Shots fired.
Crime never sleeps.
Oi!
F
But neither...
SIREN BLARES ..do the cops
Reach for the gun! DOG BARKS
Battling on the front line...
F
...are Nottinghamshire's finest.
SIREN BLARES Move!
Highly trained pursuit drivers...
CRASHING Ah, we've got contact.
Ah, God.
Vehicle failing to stop.
...specialists in entry...
Police!
...and search.
Now, there's your firearm.
GUN COCKS Rapid response firearms officers...
Do not move!
DOG BARKS Policemen with dog! Get down on the floor!
...and the crime-stopping force...
...of the dog unit. Stop struggling! DOG BARKS
Wherever the battle takes them...
You called the police?!
...they'll never back down.
Calm down.
...because cometh the hour...
Get down on the floor.
SIRENS BLARE ..cometh the interceptors.
F
It's a good day at the office.
Coming up...
ON POLICE RADIO:
...Phil makes a new contact...
THUDDING
BRAKES SQUEAL
ON POLICE RADIO:
...gun smoke at the Beeston Canal
calls for a major firearms response...
Oh, God, that's some pistol.
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...and our cameraman takes one for the team.
F
Oi!
H E GRU NTS God. Strewth!
Let's go.
Ugh!
It's the wee small hours in west Nottingham.
Phil Broughton is single crewed in the unmarked Beamer
and coming to the end of a long shift.
YAWNING: Aw! Certainly looking forward to my bed.
But hold the Horlicks.
He's been woken up by an iffy Mondeo.
It's Tango 82 here. Can I have a K2, please, on Wollaton Road?
ON POLICE RADIO:
Phil checks the car's details with control.
ON POLICE RADIO:
It's insured to a woman, but it's Mondeo man behind the wheel.
Yeah, 10-4.
It's just the driver's slightly erratic. It's at 40.
A full car being driven badly at this hour is begging for a pull.
Phil's appointment in the land of nod will have to wait.
From 82, I'm gonna...
...attempt a stop.
Blues before bedtime.
Got blue lights illuminated.
Vehicle's still continuing, speed 40.
He's failed to get the message, so Phil hits the horn section.
SIREN BLARES
The Ford's still obeying the Highway Code...
Nearside indication.
...but that's probably his last legal manoeuvre of the night.
Vehicle is failing to stop.
Failing to stop. We're currently in Bramcote Lane.
Speed is 50, medium risk.
Say, left, left, left in the RA onto Wollaton Vale.
Speed is 60 and increasing, medium risk.
Advanced driver, TPAC.
Phil's used to wily customers.
He was once attacked at the nick by a rogue ferret.
The furry felon gave him the slip that day.
But Phil's no intention of letting the weasel in the Mondeo escape.
And, as another unit joins behind,
he can focus on the job in hand.
ON POLICE RADIO:
Please.
To allow single-crewed Phil to concentrate on the driving,
Jenna, in the car behind, takes over the radio comm.
JENNA:
The Ford is now running reds at high speed.
And, as he exits the roundabout,
he opens up the throttle.
JENNA:
Mercifully, the muppet in the Mondeo is racing on empty roads
because he's pushing it north of a ton.
JENNA:
Other units are scrambled to assist -
and interceptor duo John Lee and Sergeant Luckett...
...join in the chase at the rear.
ON POLICE RADIO:
With three TPAC trained drivers now in convoy,
Phil plans his next move.
When we get to two lanes,
it'll be the intention to attempt a three-car box.
A TPAC at these speeds is a dicey prospect,
with a driver hellbent on escape.
JENNA:
But with Mondeo man playing wrong way roulette with oncoming cars,
they may have no choice.
He now attempts to go the wrong way up a dual carriageway,
but thankfully is blocked by an oncoming ambulance.
This bloke appears willing to risk it all to escape,
and there's another problem.
The driver is heading downtown.
If he reaches the busier city centre,
the interceptors might be forced to call the pursuit off.
The Ford's flying
and the fool at the wheel makes another crazy detour
to the wrong side of the road.
The outskirts are coming up fast.
It's a race to get past him for the TPAC.
Ancl Phil makes his move...
...but Mondeo man has other ideas.
THUDDING
TYRES SCREECH THUDDING
However, John Lee releases all of his BMW's 250 horses,
galloping from the back of the pack to block the Mondeo's path.
TYRES SCREECH
Shit.
The runaway's stacked it into a tree,
but is it game over?
SIRENS BLARE INCOHERENT SHOUTING
Get out of the car!
JENNA:
The interceptors are after the runaway driver
of a Ford Mondeo that failed to stop.
JENNA:
Heading towards the city centre,
the suspect's forced them to try a tricky TPAC...
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...which has gone with a bang for pursuit driver Phil Broughton.
THUDDING
TYRES SCREECH THUDDING
Metal on metal at over 60mph.
But the cavalry's come past in the form of John Lee,
who's stopped the Ford - with the help of a tree.
TYRES SCREECH
CRASHING Shit.
SIRENS BLARE INCOHERENT SHOUTING
Get out of the car!
The interceptors are onto the occupants within seconds.
SUSPECT CRI ES OUT
And all three are nicked.
The male passenger's new ride is going to be in a blue light taxi.
Right. On your feet. Stand up. PASSENGER GROANS
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PASSENGER GROANS Whoops!
Just relax.
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Get your foot in.
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While he protests his innocence...
50 whose car is it?
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...the driver is also playing dumb.
Mate. Whose car is it?
MUMBLING: So why are we driving like that?
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In a bid to throw them off the scent,
the driver has jumped into a child seat.
When we got here, he was climbing through this back bit,
and he was sat perched in that little seat.
Oh, right, OK. And we were behind him
and he wasn't sat in that little perched seat there.
But this overgrown kid's facing more than just a trip
to the naughty step.
You're under arrest for failing to stop and dangerous driving, OK?
Driving licence disqualified. You don't have to say anything, but it may harm your defence
if you don't mention when questioned something you rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence. What was you taking today?
You've had something, so what you had?
Booze?
Coke, weed, owt?
All right.
The driver's clean, but disqualified.
And both he and the male passenger are suspected of nicking the car
earlier in the evening.
The formal part is...
...you're being arrested on suspicion of theft of this motor vehicle.
Yeah, so you don't have to say anything, but it may harm... SUSPECT GOES BLAH OVER SPEECH
...anything you say may be given in evidence.
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What's his name? They've not given a name.
Oh, hasn't he? They've gave us no details.
What's he wearing?
SUSPECT:
PHIL CHUCKLES
With no injuries and all occupants of the car caught,
the only downside to the night is the state of their cars.
Aw, no!
I've got a flat tyre!
There was no collision this side.
No, you got hit by the side, though.
It was that side.
Yeah. He popped you that side...
Ah, he's pushed... That way. Yeah.
Is there much damage here?
Yeah. It's a whole panel.
Metal. Metal can be replaced. Yeah.
Yeah.
But a bit of damage to the motors
was a price the interceptors were prepared to pay.
He couldn't get into the city for public safety
cos the speeds he was doing, he was driving dangerously...
There's no way we want him to come into contact
with any other members of the public.
The driver pleaded guilty to dangerous driving,
no insurance, failing to stop, disqualified driving
ancl aggravated taking a vehicle without consent.
He was in prison for 12 months
and disqualified from driving for two years.
No further action was taken against either of the passengers.
Where's...this chap last been seen, please?
Nottinghamshire has 67 firearms officers,
including interceptors Lisa Desantis and Lewis Marshall.
They're responding to an urgent situation
involving a young lad causing trouble on a local estate.
The lad's caused some sort of criminal damage.
And alongside that, he's then threatening to
attack any police officers that catch him.
Lewis joined the force in 2008.
Transferring to the firearms team in 2019,
he's well acquainted with Nottinghamshire's naughtiest teenagers.
SIREN BLARES
And the suspect they're after is a familiar face.
ON POLICE RADIO:
The lad's potentially a handful and they need to locate him fast.
Your next right.
There. Right, shall I turn these off, then?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. SIREN STOPS
The area's crawling with cops,
including fellow interceptor Jen Ellse.
His moped is in the back. Right.
They suspect the lad has arrived on a moped,
then gone to ground in the property.
Do we know which is his?
Er, it's top left.
After a knock on the door, a man and his dog appear.
MAN: Get in! DOG BARKS
Back! Looks like you're...
The bloke isn't their suspect,
but the interceptors are convinced he's inside.
DOG BARKS
Mate, if we've got reasonable belief that he's in there,
we can come in to effect arrest... Yes, we can.
F
We don't need paperwork.
We can come in to affect an arrest...
MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY
The man isn't playing ball.
No...
Do you live here?
Mate, chill out.
Do we know this is his address or not?
Whilst this is not his address...bike, tracking is here...
F
We have confirmation... THEY SPEAK OVER EACH OTHER
OFFICER:
We've got enough to go in, to affect arrest.
There's no need for firearms at this job, but it might need some muscle.
Lewis, come up cos we're coming in.
Whether he likes it or not, we're going in.
They're going in.
I'm gonna have...a bit of this.
DOG BARKS
And once past the guard clogs...
Oi! Oi! In!
Ey up! In!
...the search for the suspect begins.
...we've come in under section 17 to search the property, all right?
Where is he, mate?
And he's soon found hiding in the bathroom.
OFFICER:
SUSPECT:
MAN:
The other man kicks off again.
Chill out for me.
Oi! THEY SPEAK OVER EACH OTHER
While Lewis tries to calm him down...
Fella. Fella.
...Lisa and the rest of the team deal with the suspect.
Have you got him? Yeah.
He's made threats to harm police,
but colourful language bounces off most cops.
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BLEEP!
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Just be quiet, mate.
Once cuffed...
Turn around for us.
...potty mouth is led out...
Watch your back.
Nice man. Lovely, isn't he?
...where he continues to hurl insults.
BLEEP
We've got him.
There's just time for one last compliment...
MAN RANTS
Jump up in there for me.
...before this charmer... Sit yourself down.
...has some quiet time in the safety of the van.
DOG BARKS
Nice little job.
Interceptors have to deal with this type of abuse on a daily basis.
But it's water off a duck's back for Lisa and Lewis.
No-one's injured. The cop's not injured, he's all right.
So he's not going to be a menace to anyone else around the estate now.
We'll look after him and deal with the offences
that have been alleged, so, yeah, good job.
No sooner is one job done, another rolls in with the tide.
A caller's stating somebody's fired an air rifle off a boat.
A boat?
A member of the public has heard gunshots on the canal in Beeston.
SIREN WAILS
CALL HANDLER:
F
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Whatever he was shooting at, interceptors take reports
of fire arms deadly seriously.
F
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With speed in need, there's no better interceptor at the wheel
than advanced-driver Lisa.
She's an authorised firearms officer
who dreams of one day owning a Lamborghini Huracan EVO.
But today, she's having to make do with 150mph BMW X5.
SIREN WAILS
Right, we're very near it now.
A convoy of armed cops are ready to pull out the big guns.
Pop in here, get into that bank there, look.
With the situation unclear, Lewis and Lisa are going fully kitted up.
It could be that it's fairly innocent
and he's firing at a bank off the boat,
but there's only one way to find out,
we're going to go and have a look.
Heckler & Koch semi-automatic guns locked and loaded...
Happy.
...the interceptors roll out.
SIRENS WAIL
On scene at the canal, top priority
is to contain the area to protect the public.
Wait a minute. You can't go down here, mate.
Give us a minute, all right?
Second job, find the suspect boat.
What is the description of that boat?
Old and tatty with a canvas cover.
The ground team can't get eyes on the gunboat,
so they call in the mobile drone unit for a bird's-eye view.
Possibly, they're the boats in question.
We don't know that yet.
Yeah. Thanks, pal.
The recently-set-up Nottinghamshire drone unit
has already helped bag 52 suspects
and locate 12 vulnerable missing people.
The drone gives officers on the ground
a readily-available eye in the sky.
What's that?
And they quickly locate the boat
that the member of the public described.
Lise? Oh, are we going?
160 metres from us, you've got three boats moored up there,
just past the bridge.
You're on our channel, aren't you? Sweet.
It's now a full firearms response, including the drone's big brother.
The police chopper's thermal camera
scans the suspect boat for signs of heat.
It's empty, but there are signs of life on two boats nearby.
CALL HANDLER:
F
Lewis and Lisa, along with other members of the firearms teams,
advance, backed up by Jen and her dog, Wanton.
They arrive at the boat ID'd by the helicopter.
Lewis invites the occupiers to shore.
Hello, police. Come out for us.
And who could turn down such a loaded invitation?
You're all right. Just come and have a chat with us.
This way, this way. You're all right, you're all right.
Just bring you out of the way. All right.
We've had reports in that someone around here's got an air rifle.
And they've been shooting it off the boat.
F
The couple are entirely innocent.
And with Lisa having no luck on the other boat either,
they're in danger of drawing a blank.
But then there's a breakthrough.
You're looking for me.
We're looking for you? Yeah. How do you know?
Well, somebody reported an... I had an air gun on my boat.
Righto. Yeah. It's just an air rifle, is it?
It's an air rifle and an air pistol, that's all.
It looks like they've got their man.
You shot it? I shot it, yeah. Into what?
Well, over there, it was.
From that corner to there, I did.
It seems no harm was intended.
And while it's not illegal to own an air rifle,
shooting one on public land is.
I know it's a bit dodgy doing it down here.
Well, it's a lot dodgy, really.
If you mean dodgy enough to trigger a massive firearms response, then, yeah.
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And there's one job left - seize the suspect's air guns.
There's one.
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You got that...?
The weapons themselves, they are potentially lethal weapons.
I don't think the guy's a bad lad.
Taking the weapons in, him in.
If anything, it'll give us a chance to educate him a bit further into
safe weapon handling and appropriate places to shoot the weapons.
The lippy lad on the estate was arrested for criminal damage,
but no further action was taken.
The canal shooter was cautioned for possession of a firearm
and ammunition in a public place.
Still to come...
Let go! On the floor! No, no, no!
...a right handful for Mark...
WOMAN YELLS
...catch of the clay in Stapleford...
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F
...and a hidden package to deal with for Joe...
What's in your pants, then, mate?
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On a long shift, it's nice to have a little company.
I think we'll be in good hands with Phil at the wheel. I hope.
PHIL LAUGHS
But to keep maximum cops on patrol at all times,
interceptors occasionally work alone.
Stay where you are!
Where things can get a little tasty.
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Turn around. Turn around!
F
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Flying solo tonight is dog handler Mark Haywood
in the unmarked Skoda Octavia.
He's followed a brand-new Audi into a petrol station.
But the pair in the suspect car aren't in a hurry to fill up.
There's something...something dodgy.
M-H-Delta 2-1.
CALL HANDLER: Go ahead.
Mark runs the Audi through the system.
Registered to Amanda...
Insured to her only. There's no report there.
The car's insured to a lady, but it's a man at the driver's seat.
This is where it all goes wrong, definitely.
HE WHISTLES A TUNE
How you doing? You all right?
You all right? Yeah. Are you all right?
You Amanda? No. What's your name?
Sarah. Why?
Is it your car? No.
What's your name? Why? Who are you?
Police.
It turns out she is Amanda and it's her car.
Are you insured, dude?
F
And you're pissed up, as well? Yeah, I drove it.
We've been behind you. You haven't.
I can assure you we have. Oh, have you?
The couple seem worse for wear, and the boozed-up bloke denies driving.
Can you send someone to me, please, with a breathalyser?
As Mark waits for assistance, he spots something in the door pocket.
I can see some coke in this door, in here, yeah?
If you try and run, or if you try and run,
I've got a police dog in the car and I'll deal with it.
SUSPECT CHUCKLES Yeah?
So... SHE MUMBLES
So listen...
F
So if any of you try and disappear, the dog will be after you, yeah?
You understand?
Apparently not.
Stop here, or I'll send the dog! I'm quite happy.
Mate, calm down. Calm down.
F
She could be off to dispose of drugs,
but single-crewed Mark needs to stick with the driver.
Turn around!
You're resisting. Calm down.
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Mark knows these situations can quickly escalate
and needs backup ASAP.
Delta 2-1, these pair are playing up. Is anyone coming?
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INDISTINCT CALL HANDLER
Back from her shoeless stroll,
the rogue passenger is increasingly erratic.
Oi, get off him!
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He haven't done nothing wrong!
He needs to be breathalysed. Move away.
Wait - breathalysed...?!
He wasn't driving! I was driving.
Her playing up now turns nasty.
F
Oi, you can get off...! Oi!
Bad move.
Get off! On the floor!
On the floor?! On the floor!
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The lady wallops the camera straight back into the operator's face.
Oi!
It's no knockout, though, and the cameraman soldiers on.
On the floor! Get off me!
ALL SHOUT AT ONCE
On the floor! On the floor!
Having already attacked the camera operator, she now ups the ante.
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I'm not getting down on the floor!
Get the...!
F
She's assaulted an officer and isn't letting up.
He hasn't done anything wrong! On the floor!
Mark has no option...but to take her down.
F
On the floor! Stop down!
I haven't done anything! Stop down!
There's a problem.
Mark's only got one set of cuffs.
Can you get someone to me, please?
We haven't done nothing wrong!
A member of the public turns Good Samaritan ancl wades in.
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THEY YELL
With the driver in safe hands...
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...and escorted to his seat...
He's helping me, he's doing a good job.
You were resisting.
...it's a ringside view for round two.
Calm...! Calm down!
Calm! I'm going to smash your...face in!
Calm down!
Get...off me now!
With the situation threatening to escalate further...
GET OFF ME!
...the cavalry rolls in.
Get some cuffs on this lass. He's got some cuffs.
Watch her, she's assault... SHE RANTS
GET OFF!
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Finally, she's in cuffs.
He's helping me, he's a top lad. That [ad's resisting.
He's quite volatile!
He didn't even resist...!
And the Good Samaritan can have a well-deserved break.
Right, he needs breathalysing when we calm down for drink-driving.
AMANDA YELLS There's some coke.
Once he's up and you're happy, you just need to breathalyse him, yeah?
Sit in this car.
The driver's led away to be searched and breathalysed.
While angry Mandy is happy to answer questions.
No, cos I got rid of it. Ha-ha!
Love you, babe! Where is it? Love you, babe. Where is it?
I'm not telling you that. Now, listen to me, listen to me.
Babe, listen...! Tell me where... Listen! What?
You're going to end up getting strip-searched if you don't start...
You can strip search me, mate. All right, we need to do a search.
You can strip-search me. Stand there for a sec, you'll have to get searched.
It's not on me, you...!
Twinkle-toes might think she's got one over on the cops...
Coming! They seen it coming!
...but Mark's retracing her steps from earlier.
She came over here and then went back over there.
So I'm just checking, make sure she's not dropped anything.
It looks like something has gone down the drain,
but not quite far enough.
There's a bag of coke,
or a bag of white powder.
Or maybe not.
The cover won't budge, so it's time to break out the heavy-lifting gear.
We'll see if someone's got a crowbar.
Do you have a crowbar in here?
A crowbar, and Bruce from firearms,
who also comes up empty.
It's there, I just can't get it out cos this won't come up.
They're going to need a specialist bit of kit - some gaffer tape.
This is less hook-a-duck, more hook-the-drugs.
And here we come.
There we go.
Bit of fishing.
THEY CHUCKLE
No goldfish in a bag for winning, but they bag two suspects
and all the evidence they need.
A real result for single-crewed Mark.
Luckily, that member of the public was a superstar,
he helped me out loads, so fair play to him.
We'll see where it goes.
At court, the man was found guilty of possession of cocaine,
driving while over the limit, no insurance
and driving without a full licence.
He awaits sentencing.
The woman was found guilty of assaulting an emergency worker
and sentenced to 100 hours of unpaid work.
In Nottingham, a couple of passing lads have drawn the attention
of interceptors Joe Riley and Gav Hall.
This long-time copper is a fitness fan who supports Derby County FC.
But unlike his footy team's defence, nothing gets past him.
Including this lad, who he believes has pocketed a spliff.
Eh up, chaps. You all right? Eh, up.
How you doing? Good, good, good.
It looks like a familiar face.
Oh, we've had you before.
So just come to t'side of t'road, lads.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yes, that's right, yeah.
Catch-up complete, it's down to business.
I just seen you put something in your pocket.
Was it a fag, or was it a Spliff?
If it's a Spliff, we can deal with it, mate. Just be honest with us.
A bit of a Spliff? Yeah? Where is it, dude?
Gav's suspicion was bang-on.
As we drove, I thought I saw you put maybe a reefer in your pocket.
You're not going to get nicked for that, but you are detained
for a search to make sure you got no more cannabis on you.
You got any more on you?
You're together, so you could be passing it back and forth,
so you might have some on you, so you'll get a search, as well.
If you have got a bit of personal, we can deal with it, you're not getting nicked.
Have you got anything? No?
They both deny carrying any more drugs,
but the interceptors think they're hiding something.
Gav searches the swift-Spliff kid.
You stuck it in your pocket quick-time, didn't you, when you saw me?
While Joe tackles his mate.
Detained at the moment for a search
under Section 23 of the Misuse of Drugs Act, OK?
Joe's relatively new to the force, but he knows all the hiding places
and doesn't shy away from asking tough questions.
What's in your pants, then, mate?
You going to get it out for me,
or are we going to have to take you in for a strip?
The lad is playing dumb, but he's going in bracelets.
So there's going to be something in your pants, obviously. Yeah?
What is it? What is it in your pants?
Just tell us.
Well, there's a bag in there, for a start, cos it's rustling.
It's right there. In't there? Yeah? 50, what is it?
The game's up.
Just a bit of weed? Just be honest with us, then, mate.
Cos if it's personal use, you'll not get nicked.
We'll deal with it here and now, OK?
So, it's just a bit of weed, yeah?
Is it in your actual pants, or just in your trousers?
In your pants? OK.
Let's make sure you've got nothing else round the back, then...
He's weed in his pants, but not in that sense,
and Joe's drawn the short straw to pluck the bag out.
We'lljust go around this corner, make sure nobody sees.
With me holding your hands, just put your hands down
and pull it out, mate, all right?
The package appears to be firmly wedged in.
If you can't get it out, mate, we'll have to go for a strip-search.
The prospect of a strip-search seems to have had a loosening effect.
Cheers, mate.
Is that everything?
How much we got? How much is there?
What we got - ounce?
Maybe half. Half?
It's around £140 worth of cannabis,
but there's no baggies or evidence of dealing.
Right, so I'm going to report you for summons, OK,
for consideration of prosecution
for the offence of possession of cannabis.
Just possession, OK. Do you understand that?
Have a good night. All right, chaps.
See you later. See you later.
Details taken and both men are free to go.
A lot of people that smoke a lot of cannabis can get through
an amount such as this in a few days.
But in the absence of any other evidence,
such as cash and smaller deal bags, etc,
we're quite satisfied it's...
We'll treat it as personal use and not supply at this point.
The lad concealing the cannabis was issued a £90 fine
for possession of a Class B drug.
The other lad received no further action.
Still to come...
Eh?
...Lisa's advanced driving skills are put to the test...
Holy shizzle!
Ha!
Spotting dodgy motors is meat and drink
for interceptors Lisa Desantis and Paul Charlesworth.
Lisa runs a check on dodgy's battered wagon.
Is it SORN? Yeah.
Insurance not held, MOT expired on the 12th.
Jen, we're just behind a vehicle on Lane End in Kirkby
that's got no insurance and MOT ran out in February.
Just in case it doesn't stop.
Just one male occupant.
We'lljust go for a stop. He does seem to be pulling over on the hill.
The question is, will this potentially-uninsured driver
pull up or pull off?
What is going on?
Looks like he's ready to face the music.
He's come to a stop. With Lisa out...
No, he's making off.
...it appears he's changed his tune.
SIREN WAILS
But after the shortest pursuit in interceptor history...
What is he doing? What is he doing?
...Paul has a sensible plan.
Get him to pass you the keys.
Turn the engine off.
Engine off.
Pass us the keys.
No. No, we don't. No.
They pass on the chance to see him pull over again.
Paul shows the Saab man how it's done,
while Lisa finally meets the shifty driver.
The reason we pulled you over is because it shows no insurance
and the MOT ran out in February.
Yeah.
So unless you can prove that you've got insurance on the vehicle now,
we'll have to seize the vehicle from you.
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Have you got anything on you?
Right.
The man claims to have transferred his insurance from his old car.
Cos what I'll do is, I'lljust run you through our system
and, um...we'll check that you've got a driving licence, as well.
NH from Foxtrot 2-8.
A quick check, though, reveals his attempts to insure his car
are as good as his pulling over.
Right, I'll go and tell him the good news.
Right, Richard, your driving licence is all right, so I'm not concerned about that.
Because you've got no insurance, we can't let you drive on a public road.
You're a risk to other road users, so we're going to have to
issue you the paperwork and report you for driving without insurance,
and then we'll be seizing the car.
And I'll explain to you how you get that back. All right?
Q
Let's hope he lives nearby.
Oh. Right. Unfortunately,
you shouldn't be driving the vehicle on a road.
In fact, if you just come out of the car...
If he can't prove he's insured, it's a six-hour walk home.
Are you going home to anybody?
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Right. Right.
It's estimated there's around a million
uninsured drivers in the UK.
Ancl Paul and Lisa have little sympathy.
We've got no way to facilitate you getting back, unfortunately.
No.
I can't let you drive it, mate.
Any hope of him keeping his motor is fast fading.
There's no insurance showing on your old car either.
No. 50...
Cos you said you transferred it to this one, didn't you?
I looked at your old car to see if they haven't transferred it properly,
but there's nothing showing on your old car either.
We're not trying to make it difficult for you, but we can't let you drive on.
If you have an accident, then our necks are on the line, as well,
for allowing you to drive on.
And that's something I'm simply not going to allow you to do.
While the man plans his journey, Lisa prepares for one of her own.
So I'll be driving it to the police station just around the corner
just to get it out of the way for recovery, then they'll be coming.
But this is no ordinary car. Pay attention, Lisa.
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Eh?
F
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Well, that's cleared that up, then.
Hold on, hold on.
Second, then first, but, then,
do I go to second as normal when I need to?
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You just had the clutch done on it?
With a brand-spanking-new clutch, Lisa's raring to go.
I'm looking forward to this.
It's an 18-mile trip home for the bloke.
Best of luck getting home. All right?
I hope you sort it out.
But only a couple of miles for Lisa to the station.
Wish me luck.
I've got to turn it round.
Oh, crikey!
Now, remember, second before first.
Holy shizzle!
SHE LAUGHS
Or was that first before second?
Yes!
But has she spoken too soon?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
No.
This could take longer than the uninsured driver's journey home.
Oh, my God!
He can't help.
You can do it! Right, Paul?
PAUL LAUGHS
Right, Control?
CONTROL:
You can do it!
Told ya!
I've done it!
PAUL CHUCKLES
The man with the cryptic gearbox made it home
and later pleaded guilty to driving without insurance.
He awaits sentencing.
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