This is Police Interceptors.
Get on the ground!
Police interceptors? The real life one?
I'm gonna tell my kids about this.
And you're riding with the pride of Northamptonshire.
Come on! Ace pursuit drivers...
Contact, contact, contact. NPAS five-one.
...with air support... Got two out, standby.
DOG BARKS ...and the crack dog unit.
If you move, you will get bit.
Argh! GLASS SMASHES
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!
It is what it is, innit? We find 'em, we lock 'em up.
Coming up...
Good lad. Taking out the tyres of a 13-tonner.
Get out the car! Out the car!
Fail to stop, fail to stop.
A runaway driver drives where coppers fear to tread.
He's going south on the northbound carriageway.
And Delboy Bertie's laundered stolen goods.
Want a clothes dryer?
At this moment in time,
you're under arrest on suspicion of cultivation of cannabis...
Nothing's music to an interceptor's ears
quite like the word "conviction".
Respect.
Police! Drop it now! Drop it now!
But it isn't always so black and white.
Three out, all in black, all balaclavas.
In the absence of a guilty verdict...
You're under arrest. I'm not the driver, mate.
...the next best ten-letter word is "disruption".
I've actually got his house keys and another car key.
Messing with the bad guy's business until he finally has his day.
His time will come.
You're not being able to get a conviction out of it, but...
in reality, you're still making a really good impact, you know,
everyone will get caught eventually.
It's just... you might have, you know,
one conviction and ten solid disruptions.
It's the late shift.
And there's a team effort to locate a Mercedes on cloned plates.
Apparently, it's just come up from London.
Apparently, it's been...
it's done that journey quite quickly, so at excess speed.
In the hunt, amongst others, are Scott Kimberley...
Romeo-Papa-six-one,
I'd have expected it to have hit Lumbertubs Way south by now.
...and Rob Halfleet.
Six-two, I've just done round, spinning all the way down
to the bottom of Lumbertubs,
and there's been nothing on the carriageway.
I would say Thorplands is probably a good shout,
if you search round there.
During his time in roads police,
Scott's learned the virtue of patience.
He knows it often takes hours to locate a target.
Eyeball with the vehicle, Billing Brook Road.
Sometimes, it doesn't.
And sometimes, a Mercedes registration plate
isn't on a Mercedes at all.
'It's on an S-MAX.'
Despite coming back to a Merc, this particular plate is on a Ford,
and Scott is on its tail.
We are Billing Brook Road, general direction towards Weston Favell.
The driver doesn't look like he has plans to make a break for it.
Standby, it's just pulling into a bus stop.
Maybe the Ford on Merc plates is a mix-up.
Fail to stop, fail to stop.
Maybe not.
'Direction of travel?'
Billing Brook Road towards Weston Favell.
The runaway has a head start,
but Scott has a fast car and all the driving skills.
Apologies, Romeo-Papa-six-one,
vehicle failing to stop, advanced driver, TPAC trained.
We are just passing Weston Favell police station.
As you were, Weston Favell.
Occupants are unknown to me,
unknown whether any juveniles or weapons are onboard.
It is going to be a cloned vehicle as it is on an S-MAX.
Which is really shifty.
At the moment, temporary loss on the vehicle.
So, total loss on the vehicle. Eyeball regained.
It's lights out, approaching Wellingborough Road junction.
It's wrong side of the roundabout, it's a right, right, right,
Wellingborough Road into town.
This one really wants to get away.
That's through a red ATS. We're now Wellingborough Road.
Towards town centre, and it's a left, left, left.
We'll be going Lumberton's Way, north.
Yes, yes, at the moment, it is medium risk.
Not for long.
And it's wrong way, wrong way, Lumberton's Way, unable to follow.
The clone's hammering the wrong way along the A43.
It's lights out, high risk.
And the cops have no choice.
Yeah, it's an abandon, abandon.
Scott circles back to track the Ford at a safe distance.
The situation is critical.
He's going south on the northbound carriageway.
I'm just having to go up to St Gregory's Road to reset.
Lights out the wrong way on the A43 is a recipe for carnage.
The cops can only hope the runaway finds an exit point
before there's an accident...
Yes, yes, towards Riverside.
It's potentially gonna come off Edgemont Road.
...where they need to be waiting.
Get units onto Billing Road, going towards town,
that's probably, it's likely to come off.
Six-two, I've got visual of that junction.
I'm sat at Wakes Meadows, not come as far as us yet.
With Rob at the likely getaway route,
Scott tries to keep tabs on the Ford,
but he's lost sight on the A43.
INDISTINCT RADIO
'..just turned around on the carriageway, going back north.'
They should have eyes on by now.
It hasn't come back north.
The Ford hasn't swapped carriageways and hasn't resurfaced.
The most likely explanation is it's crashed.
Eyeball with the vehicle, Billing Brook Road.
Interceptors are after a Ford
sporting plates registered to a Merc.
Fail to stop, fail to stop.
The driver's taking big risks to escape.
Wrong side of the roundabout, it's a right, right, right.
Including a risk too far for the cops.
And it's wrong way, wrong way, Lumbertubs Way, unable to follow.
It's lights out, high risk.
Heading the wrong way down the A43.
He's going south on the northbound carriageway.
The Ford has disappeared.
INDISTINCT RADIO
'..just turned around on the carriageway, going back north.'
It's not turned round. It hasn't come back north.
It doesn't seem to have left the carriageway.
It's not come as far as us yet.
And mercifully, there are no reports of a crash.
So, where is it?
I've got a feeling it would've gone Edgemont Road
cos that would be the next junction to dip off into.
Every cop and his dog is monitoring the area.
Mm, that's a dog car, I think.
But the Ford has vanished into thin air.
I'm guessing it hasn't hit the camera?
Yeah, copy.
The car's whereabouts is a mystery. However...
Just behind Scott...
Firearms have scooped up three suspicious men
wandering around at 2am.
Six-one, I'll come round to you.
But no sign of the disappearing Ford.
The men might have nothing to do with the car,
but leaving other units to find it,
Scott makes for the late-night ramblers.
Why do you keep nudging me for?
Because you keep stuffing your hand in your bag.
You know exactly what I've told you.
I spoke to you reasonably with respect.
You keep on trying to take the mickey.
Stop doing things that I tell you not to do.
They say they were out for a drive. There's just one problem.
OK, where's the car, then?
I'm not from round here, mate, I don't know where it is.
Right, you've gone with your mate for a ride, where's the car?
Ask my friend.
They don't have a car.
You said you were in the car on a ride.
Yeah, I was coming to drop my friend off with...
You were dropping a friend off? I come with my friend.
What car was it you were in?
A friend who's coming in for questioning.
You're under arrest for failing to stop for police, dangerous driving.
OFFICER READS RIGHTS
Come this way for us, bud. I haven't been driving!
Haven't you? No! One of you three has.
Right, you clear cut know it wasn't me.
How do I know that? How do I know you weren't driving?
It looks highly unlikely that the cops will ever know
who was driving the Ford.
Stop talking to each other. Speak to my colleague, not to him.
But they'd dearly like to recover it.
Sierra-Tango-six-nine, Uniform-Lima-Lima,
I've got it, Rixon Close.
'Fantastic, well done.'
And the runaway Ford has been found...
Hello.
...by Rob on a nearby street.
The postcode tag on that rear plate says Mercedes.
Its number plates clearly belong to a different car.
Mercedes of...
...Colindale.
And the Ford's interior isn't as it should be either.
The ignition switch has been pulled out and potentially tampered with.
So they might not have needed a key to start this anyway.
It looks like it may be stolen.
Or it's a pool car that a group of them use,
and that's how they start it amongst themselves.
Erm, we don't know.
Pool car, stolen car, or something else -
the ditched Ford is a gift to the dog unit...
DOG BARKS
What a dog!
...who have sniffed out a trail of evidence discarded nearby.
As the dog handler's tracked,
he's come across a number of different property
that's been discarded.
So, we've come across phones that have been chucked under a bush.
I think there was a phone found on the grass verge just behind us.
They've also found the kind of kit commonly used by car thieves.
You good boy! You're a good boy! Good lad!
Yeah! Even if they don't know who fled the car,
and who dropped this lot, it's still a decent haul.
And when the three men are hauled back to the nick...
Right, if you jump out for us, mate. A further search...
If I can ask you just to widen your stance for me, please?
Thank you very much.
SCANNER BEEPS
...turns up more items of interest.
We've now been able to locate on one of them
a number of what we call VIN stickers -
vehicle identification stickers.
Whether the men were in the car or not,
the cops suspect they were up to no good.
It appears they'd potentially have been going out to steal Mercedes,
put these plates and these stickers onto the vehicle
to make it look like they're genuine
and to try and drive off in a stolen vehicle.
Without evidence to connect the men with the Ford,
no further action was taken.
However, cops did recover a load of useful intel and kit
and took a cloned car off the road,
neatly disrupting the plans of anyone on board.
And if the 2am three had plans of their own to commit crime
on the evening in question,
those plans were also well and truly disrupted.
Got a motorbike failing to stop in Kingsthorpe.
Almost 16,000 motorbikes were stolen in 2024,
which is a significant improvement on the previous year.
That's a stolen bike from May.
One of the things that trend downwards
is an increase in tracking technology.
Two bikes in there, one's got a tracker in it.
But though tech may have made bike thieves think twice,
it certainly hasn't stopped them altogether.
A high-power motorbike of high value
has been stolen overnight.
There's a tracker that's been added to the bike by the owner.
Chris is zeroing in on the tracker,
which is being monitored by a specialist company
who are regularly updating the cops on the bike's whereabouts.
So, they've activated the tracker. It sends its location back to them.
And we're on our way to that address now.
Chris is keen to reach the bike before anyone rides it away...
...because it's far easier to collar a stationary motorbike
than one doing a ton on the motorway.
Unfortunately, the motorbike is now on the move.
So whereas our perfect scenario of the bike being at a house
where we can get it contained, that's now not happening.
The bike's direction of travel comes as no surprise to the cops.
The bike is on the move
to a location that, actually, is a bit notorious
for motorbike anti-social behaviour
and also bikes being stolen, bikes being burnt out.
It's a high-tech game of cat and mouse.
So, it's gone down that road there, it's then gone through the Tesco.
It's now on the move, heading through Corby.
But before the cats can corner their prey...
So, it's around here somewhere, it's just a case of... where.
...the mouse disappears.
Hmm. So frustrating when you haven't got live tracking,
you've got intermittent.
It seems the high-tech isn't high enough.
So, it's sort of every few minutes, we'll get a ping.
The tracker only pings a signal every three minutes.
And you can obviously travel some considerable time
in three minutes on a motorbike around the town.
This is the scene of the most recent ping,
but the stolen bike has done a disappearing act.
And it's just waiting for that next activation
cos, unfortunately, we're just a few minutes behind it every time.
And the tracker has gone a bit ping shy.
So far, we have not had another notification,
which I hope doesn't mean they've found the tracker.
The long and the short of it - they've lost their mouse.
It's so frustrating, just waiting for these pings.
Luckily, the tracker isn't the only tech at the cops' disposal.
Stop and put the drone up.
Because, as well as an advanced driver,
entry expert and Taser-trained badass...
...Chris is a qualified drone pilot.
DRONE WHIRRS
So, we've got officers looking around the area.
I'm trying to just give them some eyes from above.
A drone's-eye view should locate any hidey holes...
Covering the alleyways or footpaths.
...that may conceal a motorbike.
The last known tracker activation puts it in and around this area.
And as a bonus, compared to its big brother,
Chris's drone is as cheap as microchips.
The amount of money it can save
through having to deploy a helicopter,
which costs thousands of pounds just to get off the ground.
And in seconds, the junior eye in the sky picks something up.
Is that a motorbike?
No, that's a bin. Bit rubbish.
And they may be barking up the wrong tree.
They've got a big old dog in the back garden.
But all is not lost
because a recently ridden motorbike will be hot,
and Chris has one last trick up his sleeve.
The drone has thermal imaging,
and the hunt's on for a hot two-wheeler.
What is interesting, right,
if you got to the...
if you carry on walking past that fence
on your right-hand side...
'Yeah.'
...you've got a walkway.
Other units follow Chris's lead.
You've then got another house
where there's something thermal showing in that garden.
Underneath, like, the swimming pool
that's in the bottom corner of that fence.
It's actually more of a paddling pool.
And unless the nippers like their water hot,
something about it doesn't add up.
You've got a collapsed swimming pool
with an inflatable doughnut thing on the top,
and there's a heat source coming from that.
Led from above...
Where the fence meets that brick wall to your right-hand side now.
...officers locate the fence with the discarded pool behind it.
Thank you. Thank you, mate.
And they're in.
You've had a rough day? I've been at work.
Right over it, yes, yes. Where you are.
There's the pool. There's the doughnut.
There's a heat source coming from underneath that.
There's the stolen bike.
Bingo, we have one motorbike.
Result.
And after a thorough search of the house,
something else suspect is discovered under the bed.
Who is it? You're under arrest, mate,
on suspicion of theft of a motor vehicle.
Another doughnut, or a likely suspect, to be more precise.
OFFICER READS RIGHTS
I understand.
Sandra bounces Mr Mattress into the cop car...
In you get.
...with no thanks for her trouble.
I'll do it myself. God sake, man.
You mean, "Can I do it myself, please?"
I mean, I WILL do it myself.
You're welcome
Meanwhile, Chris has the stolen bike,
all ready to return to its owner.
And...
...it might not be travelling alone...
...because firearms cops have had a nose around
in nearby lockups and discovered... Ah!
...a second stolen motorbike.
You got it? Yep, I've got it.
The lad nicked at the house was arrested for theft of motor vehicle,
but it couldn't be proven he had stolen the bike,
so he was let go without charge.
The bike was returned to their grateful owner,
so it was still a good day for technology
and a great day for Chris, who's living his best life.
You want to go round nabbing people that have been out nicking cars,
nicking bikes, and getting people their property back,
which is exactly what we've done today.
Perfect end result.
Contact, contact, contact.
Coming up...
Tom, if you're there, go front, we'll go rear.
A tidy TPAC of a cloned car.
Vehicle stopped.
A messy end for a rear wheel.
They've carried on for a good mile.
You can see the sparks coming off the rims.
And... He's still undecisive
as to whether he's gonna give his fingerprints to us.
...pointing out the rules...
Everyone that comes into custody, mate, has their fingerprints taken.
It's not an option.
...to an international man of mystery.
I reckon he's a spy.
They're out, they're out, they're out, they're out.
Cargo crime is a growing problem in the UK...
Police officer with a Taser, show me your hands now.
Show me your hands now! Show your hands now!
...with well over £100 million worth of goods stolen in 2024 alone.
GROANS
It's a seven-and-a-half tonner.
Organised gangs use spotter cars to target stationary lorries,
then slash the sides and haul off the booty inside.
It's high value, so there'll be probably tens of thousands or so.
Their vehicle of choice would be a Luton box van maybe,
or a Mercedes Sprinter, something that's large enough
to fit a good quantity of stolen goods in,
but not too big and heavy
that they're not gonna be able to travel fast in,
to make their getaway if they're trying to evade police in a pursuit.
It's no night for a pursuit tonight,
with thick fog on the 43.
We were asked to call up earlier if a couple of vehicles linked
to what Barrack hit up in our county.
Matt and Bertie are responding to a potential Op Barrack incident.
Barrack is a cross-county initiative to tackle thefts from HGVs.
Just for your information,
both vehicles are in convoy as we speak, heading up the A43.
Leicestershire cops are tracking a truck
that they suspect has been used in cargo theft
and a suspected spotter vehicle
that may have been used to help find goods to steal.
Those two vehicles are heading towards our area,
so we're probably gonna head over
and try and provide Leicestershire a bit of assistance
in getting these vehicles stopped.
It's not clear if there's been a theft tonight,
but there are signs that the truck isn't entirely legit.
It's a Luton van,
but the plates it's displaying are from a flatbed tipper truck,
so it's gonna be a cloned van,
which is more than likely gonna be stolen.
The Luton's currently still in Leicestershire,
but the neighbours need a little Northants muscle to help stop it.
We're double crew, TPAC car
that might be able to assist and give you a third car for tactics.
Bertie's a master at the wheel - an advanced TPAC driver
who teaches other pursuit cops the tricks of the trade.
Even so, he can't go flat out in this pea-souper...
...and the boys take longer to reach the junction than they'd like.
Yeah, we're at 15 alpha, mate, just waiting for it to come through.
Conditions aren't ideal for truck spotting either.
We ain't going to see.
Do you want me to get out on foot?
Yeah, go on, then.
I'm just gonna go stand up there, in the bushes.
Matt takes up spotter duties.
'Looking for a lorry.'
But there's no sign of their target.
I would've expected it to be here by now.
'It's just hit M1 north, 16, 17.'
Word comes in - the truck's already a couple of junctions ahead.
NL have got a crew at junction 18.
It's catch-up time - in the fog.
Unfortunately, this vehicle has made it through 15A before us.
It's just hit the 16, 17 camera northbound.
We're pushing ahead. We'll try and catch up with it.
Assuming they CAN catch up with it,
the next question is how to stop a truck weighing north of 13 tonnes?
If it is a 13-and-a-half tonner, are we gonna TPAC it?
Gonna wanna sting it, ain't we?
A tactical box on a Luton van is a heavyweight task,
which would be a lot easier if they deflate its tyres
with a stinger first,
and a whole lot easier in clear weather.
We'll catch it. We've just got to be able to see it.
Bertie's caught up the miles...
Right, anywhere now, I would say. Yeah.
...but they can't catch a break.
I thought we would've caught it by now, I've got to say.
Yeah, where is it?
And to add to the fog and missing target...
Got 64 miles of diesel.
...they're now against the clock, burning through fuel fast.
That's it, innit? That's it, yeah.
Romeo-Papa-one-four, contact, contact with subject vehicle.
It's 13-and-a-half tonner, isn't it?
An unmarked Leicestershire unit is right behind the target.
We'll let the unmarked car take pursuit commander role,
and we'll slot in behind.
They'll looking at putting the car ahead to try and sting it.
Get your foot down, love.
Bang on cue, a marked car overtakes the entire convoy,
racing to set up a stinger ahead.
A plan not without its dangers.
The concern is, when we sting it,
history suggests that they may well just pull over,
jump out and leg it.
Clearly, what we don't want is people running across the motorway.
It's definitely not the night for that kind of caper.
The fog's obviously presenting a bit of concern, just around visibility.
Spikes are primed at the next junction...
...which is coming up fast.
ENGINE REVS
The lorry's almost reached the stinger team ahead.
Everything hinges on their skill and timing.
Good lad.
Give that man a prize.
'Vehicle has been stung. Currently in lane one of three.
'Speed six-five.'
The stung truck limps to the end of the carriageway.
'Still not stopping, still not stopping.
'IC1 male. He's got glasses...
'..and a baseball cap, he's the driver.'
Game over.
Get out the car! Out the car! Out the car!
Put your hands behind your back. Do it now!
The driver is detained, the passenger lit up by a Taser dot.
SIRENS WAIL
And it isn't long before both are in cuffs.
Hands behind your back. Keep them behind your back.
How many times have we heard that, and it's never happened?
Hence the slowly deflating stinger spikes.
Actually, they do.
He ran a little while, though, didn't it?
He carried on for a good mile
cos you could see the sparks coming off the rims.
So, no, it went well.
Not for the driver, it didn't.
You're proper squeezing me bones. I'm not squeezing you.
You are. I'm holding on to you.
Well, stop moving around, then. I'm not moving, I'm not moving.
I'm not squeezing anything, my friend.
What's your name? Not you. The cuffs.
Stop moving around, then. What's your name?
Mickey. Ricky?
I think he said "Mickey".
What's your surname, Ricky? Mouse.
Pouse or Mouse? Mouse.
Mickey Mouse's wind-up is falling on deaf ears
in such a noisy environment.
Come on, get in the car.
And once he's stowed in a nice quiet cop car...
Bertie checks out his load.
It is full, back to front... with these.
Want a clothes dryer?
I'm good, thanks.
Do you want a clothes dryer for family and friends?
It's not exactly the Hatton Garden Job,
but somebody really cleaned up on clothes dryers.
Good result all round, really. No-one is hurt. And we win today.
No action was taken against the driver or the passenger
for suspected theft offences.
However, Mickey Mouse was found guilty
of driving without insurance and a valid MOT
and received six points and a £660 fine.
Has he not... He's not stung anything yet?
And to top it off, a Leicestershire unit
got his first successful sting...
Yeah, four and four said it would be nice.
...which earns a hedgehog badge from the neighbours.
Who stung it, you? Yeah.
Treat yourself. Good work.
I'm just gonna tell him my real name.
When Shakespeare asked "what's in a name?",
he didn't think they mattered.
I give BLEEP name, but my name's Mackayla.
He'd obviously never worked roads police.
You can go to the station and go on a fingerprint scanner, then.
Running a name through the cops' databases
reveals all they need to know about a suspect.
What was your name? I'm Steve.
Which may explain why so many suspects
try to keep their names under wraps.
I thought you said your name was Steve?
'Yeah, it looks like it's come down
'from Peterborough at five o'clock.
'Oundle south, Thrapston south, A14...'
It's gonna try and get back this way, anyway, isn't it?
Max and Jingle are looking to intercept an iffy Ford Focus.
There's a vehicle just come onto us on the A14, further up,
which is a confirmed clone.
The legit vehicle, true vehicle, is in Hertfordshire,
and it was pinging around the same time as it is on us.
The registrations pinged cameras in two counties at once,
and, having decided which car they think is a clone,
the cops face a problem with which we're all familiar.
The problem being is the A14 from junction one
to junction two is shut.
Road works.
So it depends on whether it follows the diversion
and gets back on the A14,
or whether it disappears out into the villages.
They're gambling that the clone rejoins the 14 at junction seven.
We are just coming up to seven now, mate.
We're gonna go... might go and sit at the hospital
so if it does rejoin, we can hopefully be behind it.
At which point, there'll be no surprise stop.
I don't think any of us are in unmarked cars tonight, so...
we're gonna be sighted the moment he sees us, so...
Rocking up in all their luminous finery,
the boys begin the waiting game.
What car is it? It's only a silver Ford Focus.
And they're not the only ones.
I'm hoping they come across it.
Dog man Brad is at the next junction...
...and Tom's coming in fast.
Where are you now, Jingle?
But when it comes to spotting the rogue Focus...
Is it there?
Yeah, standby.
...it's Max and Jingle all the way.
Contact, contact, contact.
Vehicle is lane one, A14.
Speed six-zero.
I believe it's one occupant.
Vehicle hasn't reacted to our presence.
Unsure if he's aware,
but we are in a marked car in a lit section of the carriageway.
As target and lead car pass Brad's junction,
he hits the gas, and the dog van joins the party.
Delta-one-eight, Jingle,
I'll try and just hang back a little bit here, but...
like you say, it's lit, he's gonna probably know we're both here.
I think, as we discussed, we're all marked, unfortunately.
So, when we get three vehicles behind it,
we'll look to implement a box.
They need a third car in a hurry
cos it looks likely the driver knows he's being followed.
It's a nearside indication.
It's off, off, off. Is anyone with us?
Luckily, TPAC Tom is galloping in on the inside rail.
Flying past Brad's dog van, he keeps his toe down
and heads to Max and Jingle in the lead car.
Tom, if you're there, go front, we'll go rear.
Tom doesn't need asking twice.
With the cloned Focus stopped at lights,
he overtakes and neatly cuts off its escape route.
Jingle and Max slam the back door, and it's job done.
It's looking all good. Vehicle stopped.
Open the door. Turn your engine off. Open the door, mate.
Get outside the car, please. Vehicle secure.
OK, step out of the car, just pass me your mobile phone.
Keep your hands where I can see them, mate.
Where's the key to the car? I've got it.
You've got it? Cool.
Do you want to cuff him? Sure.
While Max breaks out the bracelets...
What's the last five of the VIN meant to be?
...Jingle checks the car's identification number
against the one supposedly linked to its number plate.
'It's giving me 5229.'
No, it's completely different.
As suspected, this reg belongs to another Ford Focus in Hertfordshire,
meaning this car is a clone.
You say you didn't have any ID on you at all, mate? No.
And its driver is nicked.
You haven't got a licence? OK.
I appreciate you being honest with me.
Hold that thought, Max.
What's your name?
C-O-N-O-R. Yep.
Surname? F-I-E-L-D-I-N-G.
Fielding, yeah?
And you said you've never been arrested?
There's a first time for everything.
I'll be honest, mate, when we stopped you,
and I opened the door, I got a whiff of cannabis.
OK.
Because, obviously, I can smell it, and you've been driving,
I'm gonna require you to provide a specimen of saliva, OK,
to make sure that you haven't taken any.
I haven't had nothing. Have you had any cannabis recently?
Do you smoke cannabis at all? OK.
Stick your tongue out for me as far as you can.
Lovely, thank you. I'll be back in a few moments.
He's said that he doesn't take any drugs,
he's never taken drugs before, however, I think his pupils
and, certainly, his demeanour would probably suggest otherwise.
He seems extremely nervous about something.
Maybe it's just driving offences, I don't know,
but we've taken a drug wipe.
All we can do is wait and see what it says.
It says, "Oh dear."
OK, Conor, at this moment in time, you're under arrest
on suspicion of driving a motor vehicle
whilst over the prescribed limit of cannabis, OK?
Why, what's the test come...? You've tested positive.
That's why we need to take you to a police station
and get some bloods from you
to work out exactly how much you have in your system.
One thing that definitely isn't in the system...
Surname of Fielding, first name of Conor.
...is a Conor Fielding with a date of birth and address he's provided.
I can't find him PNC, Niche or DL.
It seems their driver doesn't exist.
Conor, no, there's no trace.
And the cops are increasingly convinced...
What road should that be?
...that he's giving them the runaround.
Give us your address, then.
There's one sure way to confirm who he is.
Can you have a look for a fingerprint reader?
We need to confirm your identity.
But Conor's having none of it.
We asked him to give us his finger to put it on our fingerprint device,
which he's refused to do.
Unfortunately for him,
he's supplied a positive saliva sample for cannabis,
so he's gonna be coming to custody anyway.
Back at the station...
Didn't want to participate in the fingerprint.
...the driver gets a crash course on the police's rights in custody.
You haven't got an option, mate,
cos you've been arrested, so that's part of the process.
Including the right to take his fingerprints,
whether he likes it or not.
Everyone that comes into custody, mate,
has their fingerprints and photos taken,
and DNA taken, all right?
It's not an option.
He's still un-decisive as to whether
he's gonna give his fingerprints to us or not.
Unfortunately, he doesn't really have a choice.
It's been a long old process, but, at last,
the artist formally known as Conor gives up his real name.
BLEEP first name or BLEEP surname?
Why didn't you just tell us it in the first place?
Well, it's only wasting your time. I'm still getting paid.
Quite like the name Conor Fielding. It's quite a good alias, innit?
I reckon he's a spy. Is that what it is?
Is that why you're trying to hide your face?
Too many people chasing after you, being a spy.
Double Oh, Dear had his day in court,
where he was disqualified for a year and a half
and ordered to pay over £1,800
for driving without a licence or insurance
and driving under the influence of drugs.
He did have one small break, though,
because it was such a busy night at the nick.
Had custody not been as busy,
then he probably would've been charged
with obstructing police as well.
Either or, we've got paid, and it's a good job, so I'm happy.
We've got a vehicle travelling the wrong way on the A14 at speed.
Coming up, Harrison goes head-to-head...
One-four, I've gone head on with it.
...with a wrong-way kid.
You've been driving the wrong way on a dual carriageway.
Yes, I know that. Yeah.
'Police emergency?'
'Hi, love, you've got a big emergency on your hands.'
It's Saturday evening,
and there are worrying calls coming in from drivers
on a busy dual carriageway.
'You've got a white vehicle driving the wrong way down the carriageway.'
A Ford Focus is wreaking high-speed havoc on the eastbound A14.
'There's a car driving towards oncoming traffic.'
'Oh, my God.'
And it's fair to say, it's not gone unnoticed.
'There's a car driving down the carriageway...'
'..going the wrong direction.'
'Guy driving down the wrong side on the A14.'
'There's gonna be a massive pile-up.'
'Oh, Jesus.'
Not far from the latest sighting - interceptor Harrison Beverley.
'Bev, I don't know where you are,
'but if you want to spin round, and come...
'Continue east.'
I've committed, mate, unfortunately.
I'll come off at 11, and I'll go back down.
'Someone's just called to say it's going past the Kettering junction
'near the hospital.'
We've got a vehicle travelling the wrong way on the A14 at speed.
With no plan to turn into oncoming traffic himself,
the interceptor crosses to the westbound and drops a size nine.
Yeah, I spun at 11.
I'm back on the... I'm going west now,
so hopefully, I'll see it on the other side of the carriageway
if I catch up to it.
Harrison's pet peeve is drivers who use the wrong lane.
Drivers who use the wrong carriageway are on another level.
'Junction nine.'
Copy, I've just gone underneath junction nine at the minute.
The A14 is one of the busiest roads in the county,
and cops are desperate to get close enough to the target
to appraise the situation.
It is travelling on that side of the carriageway.
'Sorry, I'm just playing catch up.'
After what feels like a lifetime,
a traffic unit gets eyes on the rogue Focus.
What's your location, mate? I'm coming into seven.
Copy, let us know if it comes off or whether it commits on the 14 still.
The car continues to travel against the traffic,
much of which is doing 70.
One-four, can we get onto Highways, please
and sort the speed out, bring it down?
A head-on is a disaster at almost any speed,
but Highways are lowering the limit to prevent a truly high-speed crash.
'Thank you.'
While Harrison ignores all speed limits
in a race to get parallel with the target.
One-four, I'll come off here, mate.
I've got eyes on it as well. It is, erm...
Standby, still wrong way.
It's going into the McDonald's, though.
The Focus has gone the wrong way down the services slip.
INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER
It's gone under a bridge, and it's heading straight for Harrison,
who may have no choice but to ram it head on.
Mercifully, the rogue Ford has pulled up.
One-four, I've got head on with it.
There's no damage, I've got it stopped at the minute.
Hey, constable, I missed a corner.
There's a nonplussed old boy at the wheel.
Hello, sir, you OK?
Yeah, I'm OK. Yeah. I'm a bit shocked. Yeah.
A bit shocked, OK.
Just confirm the vehicle is stopped.
If you can help me out, please?
It's underneath the bridge at the minute.
Everyone's safe, a chap's driving.
'One-four, that is all copied.'
Hey, so, you all right, sir?
'The vehicle has stopped.' You all right?
You've been driving the wrong way on the dual carriageway.
Yes, I know that. I couldn't turn around.
The traffic was coming too quickly. OK, no worries, sir.
Well, the main thing is you're all good, yeah? Yeah.
Have you got a licence on you, sir? That's your bank card, sir.
Have you got any medical conditions or anything at the minute? No, no.
Nothing? You're fit and well, yeah? Hello.
Hello, mate, you all right? It's in there somewhere.
We've had quite a lot of calls about your driving.
Well, of course, I'm on the wrong side of the road. I mean, I...
Yeah, I think you've been on there a little while, though, haven't you?
Yes. I couldn't cross. OK.
If it'd been slower, I would've crossed over and come back.
OK. I knew what had happened. I...
Can you just...? I come on the slip road.
What...? Where did you...?
Whereabouts did you join at, sir? I was...
I'd not far left, erm...
Oh, damn. I'm a bit lost now. Erm...
You're just at Rothwell at the minute.
We're at Rothwell? Yeah.
Cos I've... I couldn't find a turn to get off.
I'm heading for Kettering. You are now.
Yeah! Where were you going to?
Home, going home to Kettering. You're going home, OK.
We'll facilitate you getting back home somewhere, sir.
If you would. Yeah.
I'm so glad to see you, it was so...
I was... I'm glad you've stopped as well.
Traffic coming, I-I couldn't stop.
It's a miracle no-one was hurt.
The driver appears all in order, not drinking or anything.
He's 90-year-old, and he's very confused,
so we're gonna... response are gonna facilitate him getting home,
and we'll speak to his family.
I'll do a DVLA referral form as well for him.
Harrison will refer the driver to the DVLA
to assess if he's fit to keep his licence.
But given tonight's events, the gent and his family
should probably make that decision themselves.
That could have ended very differently.
I know that. I felt terrible. Yeah. And it... If you...
I don't know how you've managed to enter the wrong way.
And maybe you need to reconsider
whether it's safe to drive at the minute.
The driver who cheated death on the A14
was reported to the DVLA
and is likely to have his licence revoked.
All things considered,
it's very much a case of all's well that ends well.
Could've been nasty, though.