JOHN THOMSON: 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.
Speed 1-2-0.
Ace pursuit drivers...
Contact, contact, contact. NPAS 5-1.
..with air support... Got two out. Stand by.
BARKING
..and a crack dog unit.
If you move, you will get bit.
MAN YELLS
They bring down the bad guys... Police!
I believe you're 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, isn't it? We find them, we lock 'em up.
Coming up...
A wham, bam...
and reverse ram.
A white van...
That's what they didn't want us to know about.
..with a green load.
That's just pretty much ready to be bagged up...
and then dealt.
And a tough case to crack...
Stay where you are! Police! Police!
..for Adam and the team.
In this bag are a number of white, powdery rocks.
It's the wee small hours of a Sunday morning.
SIREN WAILS
While most folk are getting shut-eye,
interceptor Steve Knight
has his eyes peeled for a silver Beemer.
Just had information that we've got a stolen vehicle that was stolen,
um, yesterday morning.
It's coming on to us.
It's still a way off, so it's giving us a chance
to make up a bit of ground and try and intercept it.
The hot wheels were apparently swiped in London...
..and the team's preparing
a capital Northants welcome for the driver.
We've got all our traffic officers making, and our ARVs,
so we've got more than enough of us for any resolution.
As Knighty races to intercept...
SIREN WAILS
..15 miles away, Harrison and partner have beaten him to it.
They're right behind the target car.
It's currently lane 2, speed 8-0.
Suitable driver, TPAC trained.
Suitable advanced marked vehicle.
Harrison's one of the force's elite drivers,
and he may need his whole box of tricks this morning.
RADIO: Vehicle increased his speed. Speed is increasing to 9-0.
Stand by, I'm gonna have to light this up.
The blues are on and seem to have the desired effect.
Stand by. I have lit it up. Speed is 1-0-0.
It's low risk at this stage.
It is slowing, however, into lane 1.
Signpost at junction 7.
It is reacting to the lights at the minute.
It is slowing to 4-0.
Getting him to stop, however...
HORN HONKS
..is a taller order.
He's just approaching the red ATS.
For blue or red lights.
We're through the red ATS.
Speed is increasing to 4-0.
It's now rejoining the A14. It is failing to stop.
Speed 5-0.
It still remains low risk, at this stage.
Just confirm, please, tactical phase is authorised.
Vehicle is now committed A14. Again, junction 7.
The bad guy's Beemer has a top end of 155,
and it's heading there in a hurry.
Speed is 1-0-0. Remains lane 1.
It is medium risk, just due to the speed.
There is traffic, it's still light.
Where's my nearest TPAC resources, please?
They need numbers to box him in.
2-4, I'm on 43 at the minute, trying to cut across country.
But Steve and co are still a few miles out...
..homing in on Harrison's comms.
It's a right, right, right. It's towards Rothwell.
Speed's 3-0. It's wrong side of the roundabout.
It's safe for me to follow. I can see there's nothing coming through.
We're now at Rothwell. Gonna head towards the town centre.
Unable to shake his blue light tail...
..the suspected car thief shows up for more desperate measures.
Think he's attempting reverse ram, but I'm trying to close it up.
Harrison hugs the runaway's rear,
cutting the distance so it can't gather speed.
Yeah, vehicle has reverse-rammed.
I'm certain I've got damage to the front.
Erm, think it's still safe to continue at the minute.
Out-thought in the demolition stakes,
the bad guy stakes his escape on a single-track road.
He's taking a left, left, left, I think it's Church Lane.
Speed is 3-0.
Harrison has his hands full keeping reverse rams at bay.
But the cavalry's coming in fast, as an unmarked...
..flies by on the inside.
But a nifty shimmy, and the bad guy's away.
Stopping it again, it's an attempted reverse ram.
There is contact with the vehicle. It is still safe for me to continue.
It's speed 5-0, it's medium risk.
He is reverse-ramming, but he's...
braking heavily, so we're closing him up.
Got slight damage to the vehicle, but it's still safe.
This pursuit is now over ten minutes old.
After crashing across a cattle grid,
this guy's dialled things up to 11.
Speed is increasing. 6-0. It's medium risk.
Still no deviation towards Arthingworth.
Luckily, the roads are quiet
because a head-on at these speeds could be fatal...
..and the bloke's erratic driving
looks to be taking its toll on the Beemer.
He is struggling a bit, I think, on these roads.
I think there's damage to the underside of his vehicle.
ARVs, given the terrain, do you want to come through if I get the chance?
There are now three in the stick,
including a pair of armed response vehicles,
though chances of passing on this lane are slim to none.
But they now hit wider roads.
As the driver tears through a 30 at twice the speed limit,
doesn't look like he's giving way either.
Try and get it right at the next junction.
TYRES SCREECH
Cops have the numbers for a box,
but can Harrison get past to make one?
It's wrong side of the roundabout.
JOHN THOMSON: The interceptors are after a suspected stolen Beemer.
The driver's willing to smash into cop cars...
Yeah, vehicle has reverse-rammed.
..and needs stopping ASAP.
TYRES SCREECH
It all hinges on Harrison getting by
to become the front of a three-car box.
But there's no way past.
Around 500 metres ahead...
'Approaching the junction with the A14.'
..Steve lies in wait.
'Direction of Maidwell.
'Heavy braking. See if we can keep it off the A14.'
Welcome to the party, Knighty!
HARRISON:
The first dance is catch-up,
and we might play a game of chase with police dog Blue in a bit.
First things first, though.
It's everyone back on the A14.
The cops have another go at a get-by...
..but the bad guy slams the door.
I will try and get by it.
Obviously, it just keeps swerving, unfortunately.
At nearly a ton, this is high-stakes stuff,
especially with the target's tendency to slam on the anchors.
The team plan their next move.
After the HGV.
They're going to attempt a box once past the lorry...
..but the suspect doesn't seem to have got the memo.
He now has six units for company,
as the interceptors swarm on this liability on wheels.
The epic pursuit is now 25 minutes in,
and they're desperate to bring it to an end.
Yeah, agreed.
With the risk to other road users increasing,
Harrison spots his opportunity.
He needs to hold his ground to box in the Beemer.
But the bad guy isn't playing ball.
METAL CRUNCHES, GLASS SMASHES
Covering the road's one thing...
..but the grass verge is an entirely different matter.
HARRISON:
The interceptors might be a man down,
but there's five units to take his place.
It's a... He's a "curly" male.
With the suspect thinking outside the box, time for plan B.
Spikes are primed up ahead.
But the Beemer swerves the stringer and detours round a village green.
The suspect looks like he's looking for
a spot to bail and leg it.
But he's made the mistake of turning into a driveway.
Blue, Blue, Blue!
BLUE BARKS Good lad!
Steve arrives at the gate to secure the perimeter.
It's 3:30 in the morning.
Good lad. Coming through with the dog!
And whoever lives here now has a police dog,
a stolen motor and five cop cars in their grounds.
He can.
And they've lost sight of their target.
Until they clock taillights in the back garden.
He's run out of lawn and got trapped in a corner.
But interceptors know a cornered wrong 'un
is sometimes the most dangerous kind.
The ram hits with such force,
it sets off the ARV's airbags and injures one of the cops.
But the getaway car is going nowhere now.
What's your name, experienced driver?
..may harm your defence if you fail to mention when questioned...
After a 35-minute pursuit, the suspect is finally in cuffs.
What's your name? Shut up.
Find out for yourself, mate. I ain't BLEEP telling you nothing.
BLEEP off.
This charmer's rammed police cars repeatedly...
resulting in an injured officer...
..and two damaged vehicles.
It's a miracle no-one was killed,
but the bad guy doesn't give a monkey's.
... you lot, you dirty ...
Hello, Police Interceptors. I watch it all the time.
Go on, get me up, then, you ... dirty ...
Stay down there, mate. Stay down there.
I'll be getting up anyway, so you can just keep...
Nah, nah. You don't make the decisions here.
Yeah, I don't make the decisions. It's all right, mate.
What you gonna do? Put me in ... prison?
Yep! Ain't bothered, me.
You think I'm bothered? I ain't ... bothered, mate.
They've nicked Catherine Tate, who's not "bovvered".
Up my arsehole. Oh, OK.
And that's how you talk yourself into a strip search.
Police Interceptors ... How you doing? You all right?
I'm glad I'm on Police Interceptors, I love that show.
Unfortunately, the feeling isn't mutual.
Could you provide a sample of breath? No, I wouldn't.
Have to try and make me do it, but you wouldn't be able to.
You don't want to provide a sample of breath? No.
You're further under arrest for fail to provide a sample of...
You don't have to say anything, but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned something you later
rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
All right, sweetheart. No worries.
He stinks of booze,
but the only thing he's prepared to blow is his own trumpet.
Have you got a driving licence? Have I got a driving licence?
Do I look like I ... driving licence?
Have you got a driving licence with you, mate?
Do I look like I've got one? You don't drive like you've got one.
He's lucky to be walking away in one piece.
And finally, it's the dawn chorus filling the air,
rather than his big gob.
He's off for a date with custody...
as Harrison reflects on the night.
You experience something like that, you know, you...
Trying to make so many decisions quickly,
when someone's putting...
just driving like such an idiot, you know,
swerving in excess of 110, 120 miles an hour,
across lanes, you know, actively...
Every time you get near, he's trying to ram you,
constantly reversing, trying to reverse ram.
You know, we train for it,
and ultimately, he's the one in custody.
Yes, we've got damage to two police vehicles,
but, you know, it just shows the team working.
When you've got multiple units on it,
we get the outcome we want.
Mr Gobby pleaded guilty to dangerous driving, drink driving,
criminal damage and driving without a licence or insurance.
He awaits sentencing.
He's also being investigated
for theft of a motor vehicle and robbery.
The case is ongoing.
Yeah, there's a...
one person off the road today that needs to be off the road.
Yeah, a very dangerous person.
In the age of Deliveroo and Amazon,
it's easy to miss knock-and-run visitors on your doorstep.
Interceptors are harder to ignore.
DOORBELL RINGS
It's the police. Can you let me in?
The only thing they deliver...
..is 16 kilos of hardened steel.
And they let themselves in.
Police officers. Officer with a Taser, stay where you are!
They say the early bird catches the worm...
Firstly, good morning, everybody.
Appreciate you being here at 7:15 in sunny Wellingborough.
But a 7:15 briefing
is all about having suspected dealers for breakfast.
This relates to an investigation
that we've been conducting over the last nine months
for conspiracy to supply class A and B drugs in Northamptonshire.
The plan is to raid a house,
search for signs of dealing and bring in a man of interest.
You will be seeking the arrest
of a significant individual operating in the group.
And if he is dealing from the house in question,
he's got the brass to do it right under the cops' noses.
It's literally a stone's throw from the nick.
Next stop...
And then... next left.
..the target address.
You see where the cop cars are up there now.
Just in time for breakfast.
The time is exactly 08:00 hours.
Zero two. Are we all in position?
'Roger.'
The element of surprise is key.
They don't want to give anyone inside a chance
to dispose of anything dodgy,
so they need to work fast.
Police! Police!
Police!
But the PVC door is proving a worthy adversary
for the entry team.
Police.
Stay where you are. Police!
Police! Make yourself known! Stay where you are!
Make yourself known! Make yourself known in the address!
Police, come on!
They've found their target in an upstairs bedroom.
At this moment in time, you're under arrest
for conspiracy to supply class A drugs and class B drugs.
OK? The necessity for your arrest
is so we can conduct a prompt and effective investigation,
prevent loss and damage of property and prevent a disappearance.
OK, does that make sense? Yes, sir.
Cool. Have you got anything on you at all? No, sir.
No? Is there anything in this address?
He's not fessing up,
but if there is anything dodgy here, these guys will find it.
And as the suspect's led away to face the music,
the team goes to work.
They're specialists in searching a property,
and they don't miss a trick.
When I entered the address,
he was stood here with the window open.
Looked outside, and this bag has been recovered.
In this bag are a number of white, powdery rocks.
So, this will be sent off and forensically tested
to identify what the substance is,
as well as forensics on the packaging
to see who has touched this bag.
One of the other officers have located this black bag as well.
It's got a number of cannabis nuggets inside
and a scales with white residue on top.
Here, my colleague as well has identified -
he's located phones, bank cards,
two wraps with individual cannabis nuggets in
and, clearly, a large quantity of cash.
All of this will be sent off,
and it builds a picture of what has been going on in this address.
The picture painted of goings-on behind the PVC door
was not a pretty one,
and the suspect inside is currently on bail
after being charged with conspiracy to supply class A and class B drugs.
He awaits his day in court.
These warrants are crucial in keeping people safe,
and disruption... disrupting criminal activity.
Still to come,
tooled up and looking sharp in Wellingborough.
Nasty looking machete.
And Rob...
..fails to see eye-to-eye with a suspected drink driver.
You are clearly intoxicated or under the influence of something,
because of the fact that you can't keep your eyes open.
MAN: We've got a confirmed cannabis grow here.
Property has been broken into.
JOHN THOMSON: You just can't trust drug dealers.
Even if you're one yourself,
they'll break in and rob your crop like common criminals.
Whoever it was have just harvested after forcing entry,
so there's no plants here.
It's just all the apparatus and the... what was here.
But cops are cracking down on this gang-on-gang crime.
And Max Smith is after a van that may be involved.
It's just pinged an ANPR camera nearby.
We've just been in our briefing for the morning
and a van's just activated which is of interest to us,
which is linked to several burglaries of cannabis farms
where I believe harm has clearly been done to people
in those... cannabis factories,
and the people are outstanding for....
it's been linked for intelligence along with another vehicle.
That other vehicle is a VW Passat.
And while other units hunt the Volkswagen...
..Max only has eyes for the van.
So it's hit a camera the other side of town,
but they've sort of said it's got links
to pretty much everywhere around Wellingborough.
One of the most valuable bits of kit in an interceptor's armoury...
We're just gonna, erm,
have a drive around, really, see if we can spot it.
..is a copper's nose, and Max follows his...
..straight to the target van.
Romeo-Papa-one-four.
RADIO: Go on.
Bravo-delta-five-seven.
It's parked up in Duncan Court car park.
Erm, it's not got any windows at the rear of it, though,
behind the driver, but it's definitely the same reg.
It looks like the van's empty,
but Max doesn't want to spook any potential suspects nearby,
so moves out of sight.
With a drone ready to lift off
and monitor potential raids from above,
Max prepares for the ground assault.
Erm, put the car out the way.
I'm gonna get a stinger site just set up just to...
Max is a sharp operator, with every skill in the book,
including a knack with that tyre-shredding bed of nails
called stinger.
And if the van heads this way...
there'll be a spiky surprise waiting.
I'm gonna put the stinger on the opp...
on the opposing side of the carriageway,
utilise the wall here as hard cover.
Hopefully, if the plan goes,
we've got another stinger site set up further down the road,
so if it comes out of the car park and turns right,
it'll meet one of my colleagues.
If he comes this way,
hopefully without him seeing me first,
we'll be able to pre-emptively sting it,
and then we've got TPAC resources just round the corner,
so as soon as the vehicle's stung, I can move in and box it.
The van will be outmanoeuvred at every turn,
but as Max lays the spikes,
word comes in the suspects could be in the white Passat,
which handily is headed this way.
Max takes cover.
Just in time.
But he can't be sure if he's been clocked.
So, the CC which has gone past,
which is the other vehicle linked to this
which may be carrying the people that are doing the jobs,
may or may not have seen us, I don't know.
And then it's sort of behind us right now.
A few streets away...
Five interceptor units
now have the Passat in their crosshairs.
They aren't certain the occupants are their target,
but the car's got intelligence on it...
Move up, move up, move up.
..and needs stopping.
Take it off! Take your seatbelt off! Take your seatbelt off!
Put the bag down now! Put it down now!
Get out, get out. Get down.
Get on the floor!
Put your hands behind your back.
There are five inside and enough bracelets for everyone.
Hands behind your back.
At the minute, mate, you're detained for the purposes
of a Section 23 Misuse of Drugs Act search.
Have you got anything on you which could harm me or you at all?
Such as blades, needles, knives,
anything which, basically, I can cut myself on? Perfect.
A search of the car and the lads reveals
that one of them has a small amount of weed.
They'll all be taken down the station for a thorough search.
Meanwhile, Max and the team have now secured the van.
Erm, as soon as we got out the car,
you can pretty much smell the cannabis straight away.
Erm... It's very, very, very strong.
ON RADIO: I did have a quick look. on thermal. I can't see anything...
It's no surprise...
That's what they didn't want us to know about.
..to find what looks like freshly cut weed in the back...
That explains the smell.
..and a bag full in the front.
So that stuff's pretty much ready to be bagged up...
and then dealt.
Where there's drugs, there's often weapons.
Ooh, hello.
This could be used to harvest the weed...
ON RADIO: Control from 5-50...
Nasty looking machete.
..or for something far worse than farming.
Sort of tools that would coincide with burgling.
Axes, crowbars, saws.
If you... If you go in armed up like that
then you're probably intent on either doing someone harm or...
being prepared to defend yourself if you need to.
It's a good haul for the interceptors
and a bad day for the bad guys.
Romeo-papa-one-four, there's a...
I don't know, three-foot machete in the back of this van as well.
There wasn't enough evidence to tie the suspects to the van,
and no further action was taken.
However, one of the passengers was given a caution
for possession of cannabis,
and the driver was convicted of possession of a bladed article
after a knife was found in his boxers at custody.
The weed and the weapons found in the van were destroyed.
That's what does most damage to the community
because we've got people walking around with stuff like this.
Are you known to the police? King David.
When Juliet asked Romeo, "What's in a name?",
she didn't care what he called himself.
King David? What, that's what you're known as to the police? Yeah.
She'd obviously never been an interceptor.
I'm not convinced he's got a licence.
He's got two date of births on PNC, two different names on PNC.
Time wasters spin more yarns than Shakespeare.
I cancelled my passport and my licence.
You can't cancel a driving licence.
And the name game's a right pain in the Coriolanus.
I just want to warn you,
if we do find out you've been messing us about,
you'll be getting arrested for wasting police time.
People think that by withholding their details
we won't be able to deal with them, erm, but in truth,
we've got systems that will allow us to find out who they are.
The worst case scenario for them is,
is that we arrest them and take them to custody.
RADIO: Up to five vehicles, this RTC.
Junction of The Lane, Grafton Regis.
It's late Saturday afternoon.
Rob Harfleet is responding to a crash
in a notorious accident hotspot.
And it looks like an all too familiar cause.
Roger.
A suspected drunk motorist is on the run.
But it seems help is at hand.
Good on 'em.
It turns out the have-a-go hero is no ordinary punter.
OK. That's interesting.
Rob's on scene.
Oh, he's done it properly.
And immediately recognises his off-duty colleague...
Oh, don't believe that. It's HT.
..who gives him the lowdown. Hello. Go on.
I'm gonna be searching his vehicle.
Is he nicked? Yeah, he's nicked for Section 4.
Yeah, fine. He wasn't nicked in the car, so, technically, I can't.
He was nicked halfway down the road. Ah, roger.
Also been further arrested for fail to stop.
Where was the...? Oh, cos he's left, yeah.
Because I nicked him halfway down the road.
There were only two cars involved in the crash,
a Beamer and an Astra, and it was the Astra driver...
..who was caught stumbling away from the scene
by the off duty copper halfway down the road.
You've been involved in a collision, my friend, and walked off.
Believed to be under the influence of alcohol and or drugs, OK?
For that reason, I'm gonna request a specimen of saliva
under Section 6 of the Road Traffic Act
to see whether you've got cannabis or cocaine in your system.
Are you willing to provide me with that sample?
Sorry?
You're not? OK.
I'm gonna warn you that failing to provide me
with a roadside specimen is itself an offence,
so bearing that in mind, I'm gonna ask you one more time,
will you provide me with a specimen of saliva
for a preliminary test for cannabis or cocaine?
You won't? OK, fine.
Round two.
I'm gonna do exactly the same thing, then, with a specimen of breath.
Rob's only been a police officer for six years,
but formed a strong dislike of drink drivers.
And he's pretty sure this guy's had a skinful.
You are clearly intoxicated or under the influence or something
because of the fact you can't keep your eyes open.
My eyes are open. They are now, but they haven't...
That's the first time they've opened for me.
I don't need your elbow in my face.
His elbows are up,
but Rob's more worried about booze-fuelled knees ups...
I'll go and get my box. Yeah, no worries.
..and duly fetches the breathalyser.
When I say go, I need you to lean forward,
cos you're gonna need to make a nice tight seal
around the end of this tube for me.
But it looks to be a wasted journey.
Come on.
I need... I just need to get to your mouth.
Lower something so I can get to your mouth, my man.
SUSPECT MUMBLES
Right, I'm not playing silly buggers.
Are you gonna blow into this device or not?
You're not? OK fine, thank you very much.
No worries. Cool. So that was a no to both.
A search of the car might explain his refusal.
Plus, elbows aren't the only joints that may have been inside.
Cops have found weed
that could belong to a driver or passenger.
Can you tell me your name so I can deal with you here and now
for being in possession of cannabis,
because that's what I suspect you of.
It's been found in the vehicle, there's two of you in there,
no-one's owning up to it,
so I've got suspicion to nick you for it.
But just like his mate...
What's your first name?
..the passenger is not cooperating.
I've already told you.
However, interceptors have ways of making you talk.
I've got a reader. I've got a reader in here.
If shy guy's been in trouble before,
then Rob's fingerprint scanner will ID him.
Silly boy.
How long have you got?
Just because you're mucking about. Don't take your finger off of it.
Listen, don't try and hurt my hand.
And they've had enough.
ON RADIO: From an address in Milton Keynes.
I know he's been zero-nined.
Is it purely because he can't, won't give details? Yeah.
Rob tries to talk some sense into silly boy.
The only reason you're not carrying on your journey on foot today
is cos you won't give my colleague your details.
But he remains silly and shy.
Which seems rather silly.
No details means a trip to custody.
At the minute, you're going to custody one way or the other.
What's the harm in giving me your correct details?
Speak to your solicitor?
Oh, don't panic, I won't be doing that.
That's fine. You can spend the weekend in custody.
Mind your arm.
Without the guy's ID, Rob's nickname is going to stick.
Silly Billy.
And Silly Billy has a date with custody,
along with the driver.
Oh, no, no. If you want to go square it away,
I'll sit with him until his taxi arrives.
Rob sums up his afternoon. ROB SIGHS
This chap, the driver,
has clearly gone out and enjoyed a few too many.
He's under the influence of something
and has caused an accident.
Passenger here, who otherwise could be dealt with at the roadside,
could be on his way,
but for something as simple as not providing us with his details,
he's gonna have to come to custody to be formally identified.
That's an inevitable trip to custody
cos of the state he's in and what's happened.
His is not, and that's probably the thing that is most frustrating.
The driver nabbed by an off-duty cop
pleaded guilty to fail to stop at an accident
and failure to provide.
He was banned for 30 months,
ordered to do 150 hours of unpaid work, and pay £199.
No further action was taken against Silly Billy.
Still to come...
We come and got the bike for a friend
because it's his dad's bike,
and it's on an AirTag, so we just come and found it.
High-tech likely lads claim they're heroes, not villains,
despite a stolen bike.
This looks terrible! It looks terrible.
JOHN THOMSON: It's estimated only one in four victims of motor theft
will see their pride and joy again.
But the public are fighting back,
with more and more fitting trackers onto our prized possessions.
Certainly, when I started in my policing career,
trackers were only on top-end cars,
just because of the technology hat was involved.
But now, of course, with the invention of AirTags
and other much smaller and much more available devices,
erm, people put their own trackers on,
on pretty much anything, form pedal cycles, erm,
to their expensive cameras, drones,
erm, or even in their own cars, just in case they get stolen.
You know, they're sort of under 40 quid retail,
so it really does make it available to everybody now
to keep track of their... their precious items.
It's Thursday, and Bomber's aiming to drop on some stolen wheels.
So, a motorbike has been stolen, and it...
the owner put a tracker of some description on it,
whether it's an Apple AirTag or something like that,
and they've got... got it pinging up in, erm...
in Corby, in a housing estate.
They don't think it's moving at the moment.
The bike might not be moving, but Bomber certainly is.
Yeah, so, I'm gonna meet the dog, one of the dog guy's over there.
Hopefully, recover some stolen property
and get some... bodies in the bin.
Ah.
Bomber's soon on scene,
where dog handler Brad and trusty hound Piper...
PIPER BARKS
..have found a group of lads
with what looks like the suspected stolen moped.
Two seconds. BOY: Oh, excuse me.
Can you tell me what's going on? You don't need to give me...
I promise you, bro. it's not what it seems.
Yeah, I'll find out what's going on. Yo! I've not...
Who are you? Junior Johnson.
Who? We're doing someone a favour.
Right, this looks terrible, this looks terrible!
From first impressions,
it looks like Brad's caught them hook, line and sinker.
Yeah, so, when I've turned up the little lad,
the little ginger lad, he was like, we...
Well, he'd just finished wheeling it to there.
There was obviously the car full of lads here,
and then he's sort of looking over his shoulder.
So what I was expecting to happen
was the bike to be thrown to the floor
and him to start giving it legs across there.
So he was probably about, I don't know, ten seconds away,
if he'd have done that, from getting the police dog.
But the lad didn't run, and protests his innocence.
We come and got the bike for a friend
because it's his dad's bike, and it's on an AirTag,
so we just come and found it. OK.
This looks terrible, it looks terrible.
This is not what it is. OK.
Time to use a lifeline, and it's phone a friend -
the owner of the bike.
The lad on the phone has apparently sent them here for his bike.
With the AirTag? Yeah.
We're on the phone to the owner.
Yeah, no, that's fine, that's fine, right.
We'll get to the bottom of it, just at the moment, like you said,
it doesn't look very good, does it?
No, it doesn't at all. But we'll work it out.
Outside of the job, Bomber's a big rugby fan,
but he also has a very hands-on approach at work.
Right, I'm just gonna hang on to you.
Yeah, it's all right, mate, no worries.
Romeo-papa-one-four.
The likely lad doesn't look like a sprinter.
So if I let go of you... I'm not gonna run.
I ain't done nothing. But just to make sure...
Good. In fact, I'm gonna stand you in front of this dog van, right?
I ain't gonna run. I ain't done nothing wrong.
And I'll open that door if you run. You can check AirTag and everything.
OK. Don't touch the cage.
PIPER BARKS
Piper doesn't look like she's had her lunch.
Can I pass you a reg?
This looks terrible. CHUCKLES
This looks so dodgy. I know, it does.
I've never had a more dodgier moment than this.
While they work out the story on two wheels... Ah, roger.
..Bomber turns his attention to the four.
What's your name, mate? Casper.
Casper? Casper.
Whose van....? Whose car is it. Your car?
You bought it today? Everything, yeah.
OK. You got any proof? Of insurance?
Well, of anything. I taxed it today as well.
You want to see the tax? Yeah, please.
I don't drive round in cars without insurance.
Bomber's not convinced.
Is that true? Yeah, after I come out of...
I was gonna say,
I have definitely dealt with you for no insurance.
LAUGHS Yeah, my BMW.
Yeah. He took my BMW 530 off me.
Yeah, because you had no insurance. Or a licence.
Yeah, or a... Yeah, exactly.
But this driver is legit.
There it is. That all you want, is it?
Yeah, of course. Oh, yeah. Good lad. Would have ripped Junior to shreds.
I don't like them dogs.
You found it? Yeah.
And it seems these lads are local legends after all.
Someone has stolen it.
We got send here from our friend with Apple Tag, yeah?
Went and found it the back, in the bushes, brung it to here.
The next minute, interceptors, all of that, I mean...
I'm not doing a good deed again.
Right, sweet, so we'll let these go.
Hey! We're all good. We're in the clear, Channel 5!
Yeah! For now. For now.
They're free to go.
That looked terrible. Terrible, man.
But they're not quite finished with their good deeds for the day.
What are you doing? I could still help push this back.
It's round the corner. Do you not want help?
No, well, not unless they authorise it.
I don't think we can do that, though.
As the moped's been reported nicked, it will need to be recovered.
But it's a good result for the interceptors
and for the fantastic five.
Right, we've sort of got to the bottom of it all now.
We've got these lads, turns out they are part of...
they're a friend of the owners.
We've got the bike. Can we organise recovery, please?
Yeah I've done a good deed and just went horrible.
Tried to take the bike back to my friend's house,
and, yeah, they've all pulled up, and now I'm here.
But I've got the clear, Don't worry, it's all right.
See you later, fellas. We're overloaded.
Maybe, maybe not. Put your seatbelts on.
Hope I don't see you again, innit. I thought it was fun, man.
There was no further action taken against the lads.
The stolen moped was returned to its rightful owner.
And without any runners,
Piper has to settle for a liquid lunch.