This is Police Interceptors.
Get on the ground! Police interceptors? Real life?
I'm gonna tell my kids about this.
And you're riding with the pride of Northamptonshire.
CLUNK, TYRES SCREECH
Come on! Ace pursuit drivers...
Contact, contact, contact. RADIO CHATTER
...with air support... Got two out. Standby.
DOG BARKS ...and the crack dog unit.
If you move, you will get bit. Argh!
They bring down the bad guys... Police!
I believe you are wanted, mate. Police with a dog! Stand still!
...keep the streets safe... Put your arms behind your back.
I am! Get on the floor!
...and battle 24/7...
Get down on the floor. ...in the war on crime.
'Crash, crash.'
On the floor now!
It is what it is, innit? We find 'em, we lock 'em up.
Coming up...
Tooled up for worse than DIY...
...Callum has a stab at why the Birmingham Four
are on his patch...
Ah, I know what you lot have been doing!
You've been looking for cannabis factories.
...and then...
Police with a Taser.
...proves he's no slouch in a foot race.
What did I do? Get on the floor.
ANPR intel have identified this as a confirmed clone.
It's a late one, and Matt and Bertie are trying to find a cloned Seat.
We suspect it was involved in criminality.
There was a job a couple of nights ago
where it was linked to potential stabbings.
Intel suggests its occupants may be armed,
and the boys are keen to meet them.
Have we got any ARVs free?
Even so, they'd prefer Armed Response Vehicles
in reserve when they do.
What did they say?
They're all having some food after the silver job, bless 'em.
But firearms are grabbing food after a big job,
and Matt and Bertie don't want to lose the Seat.
Where was it going?
Bertie might not carry a firearm,
but he's Taser-trained and ready to roll,
and he rolls at a right rate of knots.
CAR ENGINE REVS
But as the dynamic duo race towards the spot of the last camera hit,
the ANPR trail goes cold.
CCTV picks up the search for the Seat.
CAT MEOWS
There's not much traffic at this hour.
And though this white hatchback isn't their clone,
the car behind it is.
The pair appear to be in convoy.
They stop either side of a street corner
and several masked men get out.
It's a 3am crime flick, as two of the five peel off.
They seem to be armed,
and as they vanish down a side street,
this job is heating up.
Would you confirm if it was swords or saws?
Saws?
Swords or saws, Matt and Bertie are heading for a serious situation.
Could be game on here.
Control, I know the ARVs are in their...
having rest, but how long... ETA till they're available?
As the boys from traffic near the spot seen on CCTV,
the masked pair re-emerge from the side street,
and on closer look,
their hardware falls firmly in the saws not swords category.
'Something's gone on there.
'There's a couple of males just run off.'
Two masked men have legged it.
Yes, they're confirming that they've gone down Broad Street now.
Three others are unaccounted for.
There it is. I've got the vehicle. It's stationary. Standby.
They need to tread carefully.
I think they've done over a cannabis factory.
Control, can you just standby?
Intel says this is a weed farm kept by one lone resident.
The masked men may have robbed it.
Front window of the living room has been done in, lights are on.
Or are still robbing it.
BANGING AND CLATTERING
They're still in there. Yeah.
They're still in there. Yeah, I know.
Armed response vehicles are finally on the move,
but they're a way away yet.
GLASS RATTLES, BANGING
Ssh, shh! Get back, get back!
Masked figures can be seen through a gap in the blind.
I think they're in there and there's about three of them.
And there are bloody paw prints on the window frame.
Control, we've got three males inside, downstairs.
They don't know we're here.
Matt and Bertie are outnumbered and on their own.
They've got weapons.
But they're armed with Tasers, and if there is a farmer inside,
his life could be in danger.
It's like it's reinforced.
Matt and Bertie have gone after a cloned car
with links to weapons.
We suspect it's involved in criminality.
There was a job a couple of nights ago
where it was linked to potential stabbings.
Caught on CCTV, it stopped with a second car,
and masked men have decamped.
Can we just confirm if it was swords or saws?
Armed with saws, two of the men have done a runner.
I think they're in there, and there's about three of them.
Three more are in a house
that the cops think is a cannabis factory.
Control, we've got three males inside, downstairs.
They don't know we're here. They've got weapons.
Armed response units are on the way but time is of the essence.
It's like it's reinforced. I don't know what with.
They need more serious hardware than Bertie's size nines.
Can we have an ARV to us, please, with an enforcer?
Luckily, the calvary's arrived...
This one, mate, yeah.
...packing 16 kilos of hardened steel,
known as The Enforcer.
DOG BARKS
But even the big red key is struggling to open this one.
BARKING CONTINUES
And concerns for the weed farmer are off the charts.
There you go. Bingo.
Right. Mind.
Up. Get in. Police with a dog!
I'll go down the stairs.
Confirm. Go upstairs. Standby. We've got access.
It's a grow. Intel was bang on.
Professional setup.
Street value-wise, you're looking at a few thousand, I would say.
But where are the armed men and the farmer?
This is all secure down here, so no-one's gone out this way.
If you're in here now, make yourself known now!
Police with a dog! Make yourself known now!
There are plenty of plants and places to hide.
Police with a dog! Show yourselves now!
They have been to the rear door cos there's blood on it.
Can they get out of it or is it locked?
I bet they've gone out the window.
A bit of detective work suggests they have.
They have, cos they've knocked that plant off the windowsill.
Yeah, and the curtain is hanging out the window.
They must have slipped through the window and gone fence-hopping.
It's over to the dog unit.
Down. Good boy.
Wait. Wait.
The hunt's on for an armed gang and a potentially-injured farmer.
Stand still, mate. Stand still!
Stand still, put your hands behind your back!
Put your hands behind your back. Face the wall.
Face the wall. Face that way. Put your hands behind your back.
The dog team has found a man cowering in a summer house,
and they're confident he's the farmer.
One in custody. Come.
He's hiding in an outbuilding.
He doesn't speak a word of English, though,
so I suspect at the minute...
...he's probably growing cannabis in that address
and these lads have turned up to rob him and the address.
They've then put the front window through,
at which point, he probably legged it out the back.
With one suspect terrified but all in one piece...
Get him.
...the dog and other units begin the search for the masked men.
Get him. Find him.
Get on the gate now!
And soon find another suspect
in the grounds of a commercial property.
Crawl under. The way you got in.
Hands behind your back.
You're under arrest on suspicion of burglary.
What's your name?
Well, you'll have to tell us your name at some point.
Jack. Jack?
Yeah.
Jack the lad hasn't got much to say for himself.
Maybe the guy nicked around the corner is more talkative.
Get down on the floor! Get down on the floor!
Yeah, but you're taking the piss, aren't you?
Don't get on my back. I've got scoliosis. Thank you.
Look at my tendons in my hands as well. Please don't snap 'em.
Thank you. That's all I ask.
In fact, they can't shut him up.
He's saying over there, you're saying over here.
Who's in charge? What one of you's in charge?
You've got a sweat on, ain't you? Huh?
I said, you've got a sweat on, ain't you?
Sweat on? Look how sexy you are.
He's a laugh a minute
Oh, my God. it's a deadly concealed weapon
Empty. Nyah! Next time, maybe.
Oh, my God, look at all that cannabis in there
SUSPECT GASPS Don't tell my mum.
Other grinder's empty. Ooh, yeah.
Where's my transport? What one am I going in?
You won't be coming in this one, unfortunately.
It smells of beard oil. I don't want to go in there.
Beard oil? 100%.
What, from my... from my tiny moustache?
That's not tiny. That's not tiny.
I see what you're doing with your moustache.
When it goes below the bottom lip, they're trying to play bad man.
Northampton's premier facial hair reappraiser
may or may not have anything to do with the weed farm break-in,
but he's certainly good value.
You cut yourself, you've got blood on you.
Huh? You've got blood on your coat.
SUSPECT LAUGHS
He'll be laughing all the way to the nick
once his transport arrives, ready to join suspect number one.
Jump in the back. I'll get your jacket.
In the meantime, firearms have scooped up a fourth man...
All right?
...who's not really into moustache bants.
What? I said, are you OK?
No, mate, I'm not, mate. That's all I said.
Five masked men were captured on CCTV,
but only four suspects were caught by the cops.
After an investigation,
no action was taken against any of the men
regarding alleged burglary with intent to steal.
However, the non-English speaker found cowering in the outbuilding
was sent to an immigration centre
after he knowingly entered the UK without leave.
Given the images captured on CCTV,
it's a relief that Bertie and Matt came away unharmed.
Years ago, coming across people with machetes
and stuff like that was... was unusual,
whereas nowadays, it's regular.
We've got more kit and equipment now and training,
and we've got access to the stuff like Taser and that,
which is all good, but it all has it's own limitations as well,
so you have to be aware of it for your own safety.
Wow, that's come right through your engine, mate.
Around 350 people are injured on UK roads every day.
If that'd been another couple of inches higher,
you'd be looking at being impaled by it.
Cops are always looking to head off potential crashes.
We're sitting at 95.
And Scott and Joe are tracking an accident waiting to happen.
We're just passing the slip road for the circuit, to our nearside.
A Fiesta ST has just passed Silverstone,
and its driver seems to think he's on the race track.
Nine-five, 95 mile an hour.
But as he leaves the A43, his race is run.
Nearside indication.
Vehicle stopped.
It's a straightforward speeding ticket,
three points and £100 fine.
I know you're close to Silverstone,
but the speed limit is still 70 miles an hour.
But with around 300 people a year killed
in speeding-related incidents,
any chance to prevent an accident is a win.
Take it easy.
Unfortunately, other dicey drivers haven't been so lucky tonight.
Car parked on the slip road, van's gone into the back of a car,
and an occupant to the van has run off.
Leaving the scene of a crash is a serious offence.
So, there could be a number of reasons
why these people have run away from this van.
It could be anything from not having a driving licence
to being intoxicated, being disqualified.
Whatever the reason, cops need to find the driver,
who fled in a place Scott knows well.
It's a fairly rural area.
There is quite a lot of distance to cover
before you come to any form of civilisation.
So where you see those lights ahead, that's the top of the slip road. OK.
At the scene of the crash...
...Scott gets the full SP
from the driver of the car that's been hit.
Were you the driver of the BM? Yeah, what happened?
Short story. Yeah.
I'm on my side. Yeah.
He's in a big van, so I'm thinking...
This one up here, is it?
They've gone, left the keys on the tyre and everything. Oh, OK.
After crashing into the BMW,
the driver fled his tasty pimped-up VW
and did one into nearby fields with three passengers.
This recovery truck has been requested by...
...potentially the driver of this vehicle.
We'll get it recovered because it's a fail-to-stop RTC.
It seems the runaway driver rang a recovery company.
The question is, where was he calling from?
There's a chance he could be stood along this road somewhere.
Joe earned the nickname Jobbie
when he was hit in the face by something nasty
jet-washed off his mate's boots.
And rather than risk a dark field
with all the perfumes of the countryside...
I've sent Rob along the road to see if we can find him.
...Jobbie is sending Rob.
Along this road somewhere.
The trick with jobs like this is to prove who was driving.
If anyone denies being involved in this,
we've got an airbag deployment,
so it's gonna be excellent forensic evidence
should somebody say they weren't the driver.
But first things first,
find the driver and the three passengers
who ran from the van,
who witnesses say made for this field.
Go right a touch, just by them...
Cue the Great Escape search lights.
Go right a touch. No signs of life yet.
Just wanted to see some movement here.
And although a big torch and local knowledge go a long way...
He's gonna have tried maybe this path here, isn't he? Yeah.
...it's quiet as the grave out there.
I'm gonna go see if... I'm gonna go for a walk.
I'll have a drive down here, then. Yeah, go on.
Following his copper's nose, Rob's going full Blair Witch.
You there! Police. Come out now!
I can see you down on the ground!
We don't know if witches fear Tasers.
Get out here now. Police with a Taser.
Show me your hands.
And we may never know...
Come over here now. Towards me.
Yeah, I'll go around this way. There's loads of barb wire.
...because the figure Rob's sniffed out
is just a dodgy-looking bloke lying in a field.
Keep coming round. Did you go across the path?
No, you came across here, didn't you?
Come left. It's a bit lower over here. Come left here.
Oh, is it? Yeah.
Right, face away on your knees. Face away on your knees.
On my knees? On your knees.
Put your hands on your head. On my head?
Put your hands on your head.
Right, you're under arrest, mate, OK?
Failing to stop at the scene of a RTC.
You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned something...
I was waiting for an ambulance.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Anyone else with you? No.
All right, stand up for me, pal. Here you come.
We're gonna go towards the police car, all right? Yep.
One down, but there are still three suspects at large.
Do you think there's anyone outstanding here?
So, after loading bush man into a car...
...the search begins for his mates.
The eye is in the sky. Thermal imaging is go.
Got one more heat source over there.
Is there somebody else over there?
And there's a tell-tale glow in the darkness.
I think we've got one more over there.
It's not the fairest game of hide and seek.
Straight over to the trees.
Straight down there, mate. Just in the trees there.
Where was he? Just down here by this fence.
Was he? We're just walking into the...
We're just there at the minute, camera view.
Just there somewhere.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Stand still! Put your hands out now! Oi!
Put your hands behind your back. Do it now.
Stay on the floor.
Put your phone... just drop your phone.
Whereabouts?
Doesn't matter anyway cos I don't drive.
Put your hands behind your back, mate. It's hard, mate.
I'm gonna come in and handcuff you, OK?
If you make any sudden movements then I'll react accordingly.
Do you understand? Yes, I know, mate. It's all good.
At this moment in time, my friend, you're under arrest. No worries.
For failing to stop at the scene of a road traffic collision.
I don't drive so, I don't...
Ooh, lift your hands. I don't drive.
What you saying to me? I don't drive, so...
You don't drive? No, never.
Well, someone was driving.
The cops need to establish why they ran.
When you're ready.
OK, insufficient volume.
You have to keep your lips tight
around the end of the tube until I tell you to stop.
And by the time Mr I Don't Drive is marched to the cop cars...
...one possibility has emerged.
It's 56, which is a fail anyway, so you're now further under arrest
for driving a motor vehicle over the prescribed limit for alcohol.
If he was driving the VW then he's in a van-load of trouble.
Nice, tight seal around the tube.
Blow into the device until I tell you to stop.
Keep going, keep going, keep going, and stop, thank you.
Right, so that's a fail at 48, OK?
That's all right, mate. I ain't driving, so I'm all right.
No, I understand... I understand your perspective,
but obviously we don't know who was driving.
But they intend to find out.
So, there's been four in this vehicle in all.
Two have got into a car and left,
which leaves the two that we've got.
And it helps to have an airbag full of forensics...
What is the full description, please,
of the driver that you've got?
...and a full description from multiple witnesses.
'So, it is all in black clothing,
'roughly 5'10, of average build.
'He has short, fair hair.'
We have a winner.
Come in, Bush Man Number One, your time is up.
I warn you that failure to identify the driver is an offence
and may render you liable to prosecution.
Well, I come round the corner,
the other driver is halfway in the road, yeah?
He's halfway in the road.
I've tried moving out the way, hit his back end
and slid down the side of him. OK.
We've hit each other, I've explained to him,
I give him my details, I've walked off to try and find help... OK.
...up the road. I found lights up here, a lighted building,
crossed the fence, trying to find the lighted building,
thinking it was help, then you seen me.
Lying in the undergrowth, well over the drink-drive limit.
To summarise that, were you the driver of the vehicle?
Yes, I was the driver. Thank you.
If only it was always that easy.
The search for the two outstanding passengers is called off.
Take care.
I Don't Drive is free to walk, and back at the nick,
Bush Man Number One is free to sleep it off in a cell.
Thank you. I'm gonna grab you some paper.
Great, thanks.
The driver who lay in the dark looking for help
pleaded guilty to failing to stop after an accident and drink driving.
The court ordered him to pay over two grand in fines and costs
and took his licence for 14 months.
Coming up... One running!
A swift exit isn't swift enough to lose the dog...
Stay where you are, mate, OK? Walk towards me.
...a whiff of weed doesn't go unnoticed...
Who's got cannabis on them? Stinks of it in the car.
We weren't born yesterday, lads. Come on.
...and a rogue horse isn't the only one with a long face.
I'm going to admit something now, Lizbet.
I'm scared of horses.
With a fleet of high speed cars...
I'm doing, like, 120, and it's just like "thung"!
...interceptors have the high ground on the roads.
Yeah, six-five. It's failing to stop.
But when it comes to a foot race...
Jeans, blue jumper, stupid haircut.
...they're hamstrung by a seven-kilo handicap.
Coming down the hill, I didn't know which was gonna collapse first.
We've got to run in all this kit.
If it's young lads
and they're wearing tracksuit bottoms and trainers,
they have a distinct advantage.
Both in weight and age, and probably fitness.
It is frustrating, but they'll come again.
It's the late show.
'Copy that.'
And a traffic cop has clocked a driver
known for having no licence.
Driving? He wasn't driving, He wasn't driving. It's my car.
Right. He wasn't driving.
Right, don't lie to me. I saw him pass me.
It's a confusing scene.
The car belongs to the girl in the back.
The shy front seat passenger...
Right, who's with him? Why you hiding your face?
...is making to get out. What's going on, then?
And the driver is proper shifty.
Where's the car key?
The car key? Let me look for it. One sec.
Right, at the minute...
He's really shifting now.
One running!
The driver has a history of running from the cops.
Two-eight-nine. Bradley's running. Oxford Road.
Which hasn't always ended well for him.
Please! Get on the floor!
I've not done anything! Get on the floor now!
But tonight, he has the single crew traffic cop at a disadvantage.
Yeah, back towards the high street,
completely out of view at the minute.
Because she can't leave the car and passengers.
Obviously, I've still got three with the vehicle.
Time to marshal the troops.
If we can get two-four here to do a track?
There's no real pedestrians around.
Unfortunately for the driver...
DOG BARKS
...Knighty and police dog Blue are in the area.
We're making the scene of that stop,
see if we can get a track from there.
Hopefully, he's gone to ground not too far away.
As the dog team approaches the scene,
the traffic cop has her hands full with the car's owner.
Right, you're not having your car back.
Why? Because Bradley's driving it uninsured.
He wasn't... He wasn't driving.
Right, don't bullshit me. I've had enough of you.
I've had enough of you, yes, cos you're lying.
Don't lie. Enough of me?
Yeah. He wasn't driving.
Listen, I'm not listening to your rubbish and your lies.
It looks like we're here. DOG BARKS
Blue's impatient to find his man.
All right, all right, Blue boy. DOG WHINES
But Knighty needs to get up to speed.
Bradley's shot across the seat.
I've grabbed him, tried to pull him back and he's just...
And he's gone. Where was he last seen?
He's gone on that footpath there. So he's gone up towards the REC?
Yeah, yeah. OK, no worries.
There might be a few for Bradley. Release the land shark.
Come on. That's a good lad.
Find. Track.
Blue's favourite treats are sardines,
so you wouldn't want to be downwind of him,
and if you're on the run...
Good lad.
...you wouldn't want to be anywhere near him.
What?
Either the takeaway over the road sells sardines,
or the passer-by outside it...
isn't passing by at all.
Bradley? Stay where you are, mate.
OK? Walk towards me.
Walk... Brad, Brad. DOG BARKS
Brad, we go way back. Walk towards me. Yeah.
Don't let the dog on me. Mate.
He's secure. Just keep walking towards me, Bradley.
I got you, man. I got you, man.
Do you want to cross this road for us?
Come on this side. Come on this side for me.
What's this about, please?
Right, at the moment... I'll chat to you now.
Yeah, mate. Get that dog away from me, though.
Mate, before I start chatting to you. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm scared of the dog. He's not gonna... Yeah, yeah.
Talk to my colleagues, mate. They can explain all.
DOG BARKS
Good boy.
It turns out Knighty and this lad go way back.
Where do you know me from? Rushton, mate.
I used to be a beat cop way back in the day.
When PC Mitchell and Clark was about?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, man.
And the dog man's relieved he didn't have to feed
a familiar face to Blue.
You made the right decision, mate.
I don't... You don't want to argue with this fella.
I'm not stupid. No, you're not.
But you are nicked.
Right. I don't have a licence. I can't drive.
Teamwork makes the dream work.
Knighty's familiar face was charged
with driving without a licence or insurance.
He failed to turn up for court
but was later rounded up and pleaded guilty to both charges,
plus an additional charge of failing to appear.
He was ordered to pay £295 and got six points.
But at least he knew when to stop running.
DOG BARKS
And at least Knighty got to perform a little police PR with the locals.
Are we gonna do the trout pout? What's that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. When you do your top lip.
Ah, look, Police Interceptors.
This is crazy stuff. Like, this is cool.
We think so. Have a pen.
Oh, it says Police Interceptors.
KNIGHTY LAUGHS
That's cool. Thank you.
As we've just seen, single crew cops are at a disadvantage
when bad guys do a runner.
One running!
But with reinforcements, interceptors usually get their man.
Stay where you are, mate.
And as Knighty says...
Teamwork makes the dream work.
Single crew today,
Callum's behind a Mercedes with links to a potential assault.
Nearside indication.
Towards Penfold Lane.
It's come to a natural stop, Penfold Lane. I'll light him up.
Turn the engine off for me, buddy.
Can you turn the engine off?
Turn the engine off.
Vehicle stopped. One out.
Just want to put this in the bin. Is all right?
Yeah, yeah. Have you got any ID on you, mate? Yeah.
He's dressed for the gym but eating a burger.
I just ate from McDonald's restaurant.
So mixed messages on the fitness front.
Just chuck me the key for two seconds, mate.
Yeah, yeah, of course. Thanks, buddy.
The car's secure, but...
Six-four, who's the male we're looking for?
Is this the man they're after?
Why did I get stopped?
I'll tell you in a second. All right.
This is where it's preferable to be double-crewed.
Can I get my cigarettes, please, in the back? One second.
Because this is the man linked to the suspected assault.
Pop your hands behind your back for me, mate. Why?
The best advice Callum's had from a cop
is, "It's a 30-year career, don't rush it."
But sometimes...
Police with a Taser! ...you've no choice.
He's taken off! Don't run away.
The guy's in his gym kit. Police with a Taser!
Callum's in seven kilos of police kit.
Penfold Lane...
But the interceptor is still gaining.
Penfold Drive, Penfold Drive.
Number five Penfold Drive.
It's not over yet.
What did I do, mate? Get on the floor.
What did I...? SUSPECT GRUNTS
But by the time reinforcements roll in...
Here you go, here you go. ...it is.
Subject secure. Good job, Callum.
CALLUM READS POLICE CAUTION
The Lycra-clad runner who couldn't outrun Callum
pleaded guilty to obstructing police
and was ordered to pay a total of £182.
No further action was taken regarding the suspected assault,
so if he hadn't run, he'd have been in the clear.
Once upon a time,
cops fought crime with no more than a truncheon and a whistle.
Not any more.
There's something thermal showing in that garden.
From thermal imaging drones...
Police officer with a Taser! Stay where you are!
...to 40,000 volt Tasers...
BUZZING Argh!
...the cops have gone high-tech.
Clearly remnants of cannabis.
But so have the bad guys.
Whether they're rewiring a weed farm...
Some of this stuff is bypassing electrical meters.
...or cloning the frequency of your car key.
And is well-known for keyless thefts,
so I think we definitely have our man.
I think it's inevitable
that criminals will use technology to commit a crime,
because as the world gets more and more technological, it...
...it just makes sense that they've got to move with the times.
We have to move with the times as well and try and keep up
with what they're doing so that we can counteract it.
It's a quiet shift,
so Callum and Matt have made a pit stop.
Tom's marked car is already on the forecourt,
so he's not exactly rolling in action either.
Ooh, ooh.
Two minutes ago, that car that previously made off from officers
has hit Banbury Road out,
so it's probably gonna be back towards us in Banbury.
That's a bit more exciting that a Double Decker.
It's previously made off at speed after seeing officers.
The target car has come down from Birmingham.
It is a silver Mercedes.
And it shouldn't be hard to spot at this hour.
There's nothing on the road. It's gonna be the only car we see.
I think Tom is following us. Yeah, that's good, though.
There's nothing here, so it'll be the next car we see.
Yeah, it's that one. 'It's just gone past.'
Yeah, we'll have a look.
Not as quickly as Tom, you won't.
He's done you there, boy.
Tom might want the biggest slice of the action,
but they need the unmarked Beamer behind the target.
Get off.
We'll see what happens.
He's clearly clocked us cos he's slammed on.
No-one wants the Merc to reach the dual carriageway.
Do it sooner rather than later
cos the next roundabout after this one is gonna be the...
I'll light him up, see what he does.
But when they light him up, he pulls in without drama.
Going to be the M4 Junction.
And it's a belt and braces stop as Tom gets in on the action.
Six-four, we have vehicle stopped.
Hi, you OK? I'm all right, mate.
How many's in it? One, two, three, four.
Who's got cannabis on them?
It stinks of it in the car, so someone has,
or someone's been smoking it.
We weren't born yesterday, lads. Come on.
The front seat passenger owns up.
You've got a little bit on you, have you?
He's saying he's got a little bit on him in the front, Callum.
Thank you. Is that yours, then? Thank you.
Right, lads, so you're all detained for the purpose,
and yourself, sorry, you're detained for the purpose of the search.
That's because we can smell cannabis and you've provided cannabis to us.
Have you got anything on you that you shouldn't have?
Nothing at all, no?
Where are you from?
Birmingham? What you doing down this way, then?
You should be in bed. Huh?
What you doing down this way?
Sorry? Just chilling?
So chilled they need gloves, and this guy has dropped his.
That yours? That yours?
Didn't fall out of my pockets. It did.
Well, it's just fallen out your coat as I've pulled it out the car.
Glove Denier isn't the only one who seems to have something to hide.
You've just taken your hands out your pants.
Give it to me now or I'm gonna lock you up.
I've just seen you take your hands out your pants.
I ain't done nothing, officer.
Whatever he's hiding, he's going to give it up one way or another.
Put your arms behind your back.
Pack it in. Stop resisting. I'm not resisting, officer.
You are, you're tensing up for no reason at all.
What's down your pants? Nothing.
What's down your pants, man? Nothing, man.
Right, you can either be honest
or go all the way to Northampton and get strip-searched.
Oh, it'll be the, er...
...the lock knife that he's just tried to chuck in the back seat.
Right, you're further under arrest
for possession of an offensive weapon, all right?
It's a nasty one, innit?
And it locks.
Trouble is, I don't know how you unlock it.
How do you relock it?
I don't know. It's not mine. Oh, funny, that.
Well, it wasn't there a second ago
when I was leaning in the car and looking at you,
and when we pulled you out the car, it was there.
And the car contains something else of interest.
What on earth is that?
What's that? It's like a speed gun.
Oh, it's a heat seeker. That's a heat-seeking thing.
Thermal.
Remarkedly, they've got a two grand thermal camera in the boot.
Why on earth have you got a thermal?
Why have you got a load of gloves on you as well?
Multiple pairs of gloves and a thermal imaging camera.
Does it work? Yeah.
Point it at Callum's head
and you'll see the synapses fire while he joins the dots.
Ah, I know what you lot have been doing.
You've been looking for cannabis factories.
They've got it all saved on their device as well.
As we've already seen, people aren't afraid
to try and rip off rival cannabis factories,
and the more sophisticated
sometimes use thermal cameras to find them.
Ah, silly boys! Oh, dear.
While Callum can't prove the boys were scoping for cannabis farms,
recordings on this camera are certainly suspicious.
Ah, you're not supposed to save your evidence.
What are you, the old cannabis intel team from West Mids?
No. No, of course not!
No. No! Naughty, naughty people.
You've been hiding in people's gardens and all sorts.
I think we'll be seizing that.
One of these lads has got a thermal imaging camera
which has got photos of loads of properties
down in Brackley stored on it, looking at the roofs,
so there's a potential that these have been scouting out
for cannabis factories down in Brackley.
We're seizing that, mate. You ain't having that back.
The vehicle is gonna be left to go on its way.
The driver is all in order.
The front seat passenger has been dealt with
for possession of cannabis.
Rear nearside passenger, he is the one that's under arrest
for possession of a lock knife,
and we will be taking him back to Northampton.
No further action was taken regarding allegations
of making off from police, nor scoping out cannabis farms.
However, the lad with the lock knife was found guilty
of possession of a bladed article.
He had violated multiple bail conditions,
so the court came down hard,
ordering him to pay a total of £837
and sending him down for 39 weeks.
The passenger with the weed got a community order,
while no further action was taken
against the other occupants of the Merc.
As for the seized camera, it was never claimed,
and Northants now use it to find missing persons.
It was also highly illuminating for the drug squad.
On the actual camera, it saves all the images,
so we were able to see exactly sort of which house they'd been to,
which ones were warm, which ones were cold,
so it's quite good intel for us because now we've got a good idea
of where the cannabis factories are.
Coming up...
I would rather tackle a knife-wielding maniac...
Yes?
...than deal with that.
...Jingle faces his toughest challenge yet.
It's nearly 6am, and Jingle is responding to reports
of a wanderer on the Northampton Road.
I'm gonna say now... I don't like horses.
It seems pretty happy just sitting there
munching on some nice wet grass, though, doesn't it?
Someone has to go out there.
Lizbet, you there?
But it's not gonna be Jingle.
'I'm here, my darling boy.'
Lizzy is the cops' resident horse whisperer.
There is indeed a horse on Northampton Road in Broughton.
'What colour is it?'
It's white. It's got a coat on, like a proper rug.
Traveller horses don't normally have proper rugs on, do they?
'It doesn't sound particularly traveller-ish, to be fair.
'Can you get near it?' Oh, dear Jingle.
I'm gonna admit something now, Lizbet.
I'm scared of horses.
HE CHUCKLES
'All right. I'm on my... I'm on my way to you.
'I'll stop at the BP garage and get some mints
'and see if that helps.'
Very good.
Jingle might be content to wait for reinforcements,
but the horse is not.
It's on the move,
which means the time has come to face the fear.
If it eats me, I'm in trouble.
HE CLICKS TONGUE
You're a natural.
I'm gonna call it Dave. Dave the horse.
I can't work out where it's even come from
cos all the gates nearby seem to be locked and secure.
Maybe ask "Neigh-bourhood" Watch.
Miserable morning, and we're with Dave the horse.
And here comes the horse whisperer.
A horse.
Can you just get the tow rope out for me
and take off the metal bit?
It's, er... It's called Dave.
The plan is to rein Dave in
with the modified tow rope of a Volvo XC60.
Well, that's great. Now what do we do?
Do me a favour and say... feed Dave a mint.
I don't want to. That's why I don't like 'em.
Just open me the mints, then.
CHUCKLES Come and feed Dave a mint.
I don't like horses.
No, neither do I! I'm scared of them!
Look, his eyes. Look, it's the eyes.
Yeah, he's eying you up. Never trust the eyes of a horse.
He's gonna spit.
Give it to me. There's... There's a Polo.
No, I'm not feeding him.
I would rather tackle a knife-wielding maniac...
Yes. ...than deal with that.
Well, someone has to deal with it,
because though Dave has minty fresh breath
and a fetching Volvo harness, they need somewhere to put him.
Does she live down there?
She lives down there and she's got a load of horses.
And Jingle has a brainwave.
Can you get her to bring something up?
A retired officer who lives nearby keeps horses.
I just feel bad knocking on someone's door
at six o'clock in the morning just because they've got a horse.
But needs must, and after a short wait for the door,
Jingle delivers one of the weirdest speeches of his career.
Hello. Hello?
I'm sorry to knock on the door. That's all right.
However, we've got a loose horse out on Northampton Road
and you're the only person I know in the village that's got them.
HE CHUCKLES
The speech has the desired effect, because half an hour later...
...the horse-loving ex-officer arrives on scene
for a rainy reunion...
Hey! Oh!
Hello! Hello!
How are you? Good!
...and an attempt to ID the suspect.
Oh, I think this is Johnno. Well, I'm glad you know who he is.
We called him Dave. I think it's Johnno.
With a possible ID,
they now need someone to stable Dave - Johnno -
until he can be reunited with his owner.
You're ever so good.
And it's the ex-officer to the rescue again
because she's agreed to put him up.
Come on, love.
Lizzy just needs to get him there.
Can't you just jump on its back?
After a long walk to a good night's sleep,
Dave - Johnno - the horse, was reunited with his owner.
The question is, did Jingle's brush with a living, breathing nightmare
cure Jingle's filly-phobia?
No, still don't like 'em.