Tommy and Chantelle Barely Legal Drivers

Britain's young drivers are some of the most dangerous in Europe.

Oh, my God!

In this series, we're following inexperienced teens...

-110, this is.

-..to see what they are really like behind the wheel.

THEY SHOUT

Bloody hell!

Fasten your seatbelts, because each week,

two novices will be let loose on the road in their family car.

I drive so much better when I'm a little bit tipsy.

They believe we're filming a slice of modern teenage life...

Come on! Are you even pushing?!

..but in fact, it's all about their driving.

What are you doing?

My flaming car!

And what they don't know is that their parents

will be watching their every manoeuvre.

The cars are fitted with state-of-the-art cameras

and a hidden telemetry recorder that secretly tracks their every move.

SHE SCREAMS

Boosh! She's bulging!

What is your...? Oh, my God!

Each teen will go on three road trips,

geared towards testing every aspect of their driving.

I shouldn't have drunk that much.

And at the end of it all, aided and abetted by a former traffic cop,

the parents will have a decision to make.

It's a red light. What do I do?

-A few bits of speeding.

-I would have given them a ticket.

If they don't like the way the teens operate behind the wheel,

both of them could end up with advanced driving lessons.

But if they think they're good enough, we'll give the parents

the cash to buy their kid a car they can call their very own.

Tonight, we meet two very different characters.

Tommy, who thinks he can give Lewis Hamilton a run for his money.

Good move, mate!

And Chantelle, a prime candidate for anger management.

What's he doing?! Get out! Get out of the car, now.

Will it be the reward or retribution for either of these teens

when their parents see them behind the wheel?

I weren't happy. It was really hard to keep my mouth shut.

-It's really not an easy decision for me.

-Shocking.

-Shocking, I think.

Welcome to Barely Legal Drivers.

# Express yourself... #

This is 19-year-old Chantelle Jefferies from Bristol.

She lives at home with her dad, Mike, and her brother, Kieron.

When tragedy hit the family several years ago,

-Chantelle was forced to grow up fast.

-My mum died when I was nine.

She is a bit of, like, a daddy's girl.

But being a single parent with her,

there's only so much of a feminine side I can tap into.

When I was younger, I used to clam up a bit and get really upset.

I don't know how much her mum's death affected Chantelle.

She's bottled it up.

I tried to talk to Chantelle about it sometimes, and I wish she would.

I've never tried looking for sympathy on it.

If anything, I don't want people to know.

# Express yourself... #

All of which may explain her approach to life.

If I want to do something, I'll do it.

Whether people think it's good or not.

Chantelle's a girl with attitude. Especially when it comes to driving.

What a silly prick!

Dickhead!

My driving is really erratic.

It's very, get out of the way, I'm the only one on the road.

Why is he waiting?!

And if anyone's in my way, I just go mental.

She had a car, but racked up two grand's worth of parking tickets

and sold it for two bottles of champagne.

Let's hope it was vintage!

It didn't even have central locking or, like, electric windows.

It had wind down windows!

So if I wanted to give it the pig, I'd have to go...and wind it down!

This wouldn't happen if I had a Range Rover.

Chantelle's attitude at the moment really needs to change.

Her attitude towards other drivers,

her responsibility towards her own vehicle,

that needs looking at before the chance of getting another car.

She's a nice kid, but her head's up her ass, so...

HORN BLARES

# I'm sexy and I know it... #

Down on the south coast in sunny Hastings,

19-year-old Tommy Vohra is also busy loving life.

Uni student Tommy has three loves - birds, booze, and boxing.

Oh, Tommy's quite a character and quite a handful.

He loves to go out and he loves all the banter

and he loves chatting up girls.

I would say I'm confident.

I'm a little bit cocky. Obviously, I'm good at pulling girls.

While Tommy has plenty of success with the ladies,

he's been less than lucky on the road.

The whole driving thing, I do enjoy driving, I think I'm a safe driver.

But I went out one night, I was driving through the lanes,

some bloke's come round the corner at me.

I swerved and I obviously wrote my car off.

-He didn't tell us, did he?

-No.

-I knew there was something wrong,

because I'm on the same sort of wave band.

Tommy's desperate to get his hands on a car again.

Having the use of a car would be good,

obviously, for taking girls out.

And obviously, just taking my mates everywhere, as well.

While he's behind the wheel of the family car,

his parents will be watching his every move.

I think it's going to be a bit shocking

and a bit uncomfortable to see some of the things that he gets up to.

I think it will be all right. He'll be sensible in his own way.

-Do you mean with his driving?

-Driving and everything, yeah.

-And everything? Really?

-Yeah.

-I wish I had your confidence!

If Tommy and Chantelle show they are ready, they could both

be heading off into the sunset in their own set of wheels.

In Bristol, Chantelle's dad Mike is busying himself in the kitchen,

preparing the family supper.

Is it going to take long? Because I'm really, really hungry.

-About five minutes, it will be done. Just waiting for the...

-I'll have died!

Patience doesn't exactly look like her strong point.

Round the table, the chat turns to Chantelle's finances.

How about your payday loans, have you still got them?

Oh, and another thing as well.

I swear, you're only happy when you have money.

-You're only nice to me when I buy you stuff!

-Yeah, but that's all right.

-It's different.

-Bit like you and me then, isn't it?

And you can have a lot of money, Chantelle, can't you?

By the age of 30.

If you want to be in business, business people save money.

-That's how they start off.

-You should start saving tomorrow.

All right, Martin Lewis over there!

It's time for Mike to grudgingly hand over the keys

to his beloved rust bucket.

Right, responsible.

That means don't be calling anybody else Ws.

It's my car, it might be a shitty car, but it works. Unlike yours.

All right? If you spend all your money on shit, like these scarves

and all that, then you might afford to own one. Last chance.

-Sort yourself out. All right, love?

-Thanks.

-Okey-dokes.

What Chantelle doesn't know is that she has a week of driving

her dad's car to prove that she's responsible enough

to own her own motor.

HORN BLARES

In Hastings, Tommy's having a final family dinner.

You going to miss me tomorrow when I go?

Yeah, I'll miss you very much.

We were just saying that in the kitchen.

Tomorrow, he'll be driving himself and best mate, Fraser,

the hour and a quarter to Canterbury University in Mum's car.

Will you make sure that you allow enough time, Tom,

-because that road is so dangerous?

-I'll be fine.

Tommy's already had a year studying, but decided to change course

and restart.

This is your opportunity to do well at uni.

-You said that last year.

-I know. I know, and look what happened.

All right, you're there to have a good time.

-You are also there to study.

-This is your year, darling, to do well.

-I want to be rich, yeah.

-If you turn up for it.

-I'm sure he will.

-You'll be absolutely fine.

-I'll be fine. All right?

-Yeah.

-Will you miss me?

-Yeah, of course. We all miss you and we all love you.

-He won't!

-No. You ring me up for money!

Early the next morning, best mate Fraser has arrived for a lift.

And Tommy is handed the keys to Maggie's car.

-Now, you drive really carefully in that car.

-You know I will.

You need to trust me. You need to start trusting me.

-I do trust you, I do trust you.

-Exactly.

It's just that I know how easy it is to slip into a bit of silliness.

-Yeah.

-You take care in that car.

Tommy's first road trip, one of three that his parents

will be watching, is from Hastings to Canterbury.

A distance of 47 miles.

It should take the boys an hour and 15 minutes,

assuming they stick to the speed limit.

-Here we go, boys!

-To uni, mate!

-Buzzing, bro!

Go on! I'm well excited, mate.

# Run away, run away, baby before I put my spell on you... #

-I cannot wait to get back. You?

-Oh, mate, it's going to be so good.

Back to uni, mate, it's going to be sick.

I'm going to hurt some feelings this year, as well.

-They call me the heartbreaker!

-You know it.

Half an hour into the journey,

and Tommy "Heartbreaker" Vohra has an idea.

-Get a condom and hold it out the window, and it blows up.

-Huge.

-In the car?

-Yeah. Have you got one with you now?

-I actually do.

-Do it!

You want to hold it like that. Really far.

If both his hands are holding the condom, what's he using to steer?

# All the games that you play you're fooling nobody. #

HE LAUGHS

If nothing else,

it proves Tommy knows more about safe sex than safe driving!

However, Tommy's first trip is completed

without any speeding at all.

He and Fraser arrive in Canterbury in one piece.

The next day in Hastings, Tommy's parents sit down

to watch their little angel's first journey.

This is the start of Maggie and Ajay's mission to determine

whether or not Tommy deserves his own car.

-Right, are you ready for this?,

-Go on, then. Let's go for it.

See what the little sod's been up to.

You want to hold it like that.

Oh, my God!

I'm not very happy about that.

HE LAUGHS

Do it again!

Yeeahhh!

-Oh, my God!

-That's not very nice, is it?

Disappointed, but not surprised.

And I still think he came over as being fairly sweet,

-even though he was being disgusting!

-Yes.

-Two more to come.

I think it's probably going to be downhill all the way!

Luckily, Maggie and Ajay won't be alone in deciding

whether Tommy gets his own car or more lessons.

Former traffic cop, Judith Roberts, is also watching Tommy's driving.

With 20 years experience on the force, Judith's job is to help

and advise Tommy's parents at the end of the week.

I think Tommy's driven quite well.

He hasn't broken the speed limit,

and he's taken control of the vehicle quite nicely.

However, the worst thing he did on the drive

was to mess about with a condom.

Not only is it distracting to himself,

but it's also distracting to other drivers.

I think if Tommy's going to have his own vehicle,

we need to see how he gets on in the next two journeys.

Condom-gate aside, the drive itself was pretty smooth

and Tommy's manoeuvred himself into a good position to get the car.

Over in Thornbury, Chantelle's getting ready for her first trip.

Despite the debt debate at dinner last night,

she's going to a car showroom

to gawp at Katie Price's favourite car, the Range Rover.

It may be way out of her price range,

but if idol Katie's got one, Chantelle wants one.

Just got to lint all the fur off me as well. Right, done!

Chantelle's picking up best mate, Gaby,

who lives close to the city centre.

From there, she'll take the M32 out of Bristol.

To get to the showroom in Wooton-Under-Edge,

she needs to take the M4, then M5 north.

She doesn't know the way, so how's she going to cope with the pressure?

Straight out of the gates, and Chantelle's wolfing down

her breakfast with one hand, whilst trying to drive with the other.

And there's no seatbelt.

Oh, no, I've dropped my sandwich!

PHONE RINGS

Oops! The mobile's out. Eyes on the road!

All right? I'm about two minutes away.

-'All right. I'll be waiting outside for you.'

-All right. Bye-bye.

-Hello, lovely!

-Hello! I got you a sandwich.

-Oh, did you?

Yeah, but I dropped it.

Now, off to the showroom.

-Fucking sick fucks!

-Dick!

I hate that!

SHE SCREAMS

Oh, no!

THEY GIGGLE

Do you know what?

My dad lending me this car has actually made me

-appreciate driving so much.

-Yeah.

Pass me my lipstick!

It's like the fucking Bahamas in here!

She's putting on lippy on the motorway!

This one is for the boys.

Fucking... What's he doing?!

Is this the right way?

I don't know where I'm going!

Lost, Chantelle decides to call the showroom for directions.

# We're on a road to nowhere... #

That's three points on the old license.

I don't have a clue where I'm going.

I don't know how to guess, because I have no sense of direction.

Still lost, both girls try the maps on their phones. Not a good idea!

Right, it is next to... What the fuck? Am I going the right way?

-Yeah, yeah, it's the next junction. We just went past.

-Ah, sorted, then.

-Oh, I wouldn't have spotted that.

-Is that junction 14?

We're going to Wales! Oh, my God!

Chan!

-Oh, dear.

-SHE SCREAMS

Somehow, they avoid a trip to a different country.

Then, more by luck than judgement...

-Is this it?

-Yeah!

THEY CHEER

Finally, having taken twice as long as it should,

Chantelle and Gaby arrive at the Range Rover showroom.

Oh, my... I think I'm going to throw up! Look at that!

Look at the white one!

My breath actually gets taken away. Is that wrong?

Oh, my God! Oh!

So this car's 58 grand.

I think what I'll have to do

is just not go out for a couple of nights a week,

and just stop going to Nando's.

I actually want this car.

This is amazing.

ENGINE REVS AND TYRES SCREECH

The next day, Dad Mike sneaks out to his friend's house

to watch the first drive.

With three daughters, darts champion, Mark Dudbridge,

is the perfect person to help Mike.

You know, one side of me

is thinking that she's going to be a bit of a liability on the road,

but I really, really want her to be good, to be careful.

You know, it's like, you're my pal and I want the best for her.

It's going to be really interesting.

-PHONE RINGS IN VIDEO

-Oh, no! Don't answer the phone!

All right? I'm about two minutes away.

'Fucking sick fucks! Dick!'

I've never heard my daughter swear like that.

Absolutely disgusted at her language.

What is she looking at now? Is she texting?

She is, she's texting.

Fucking...what's he doing?!

Watching this is a bit upsetting, because I just think she's, um...

-Well, it must be upsetting for you.

-Needs to grow up a bit.

I don't have a clue where I'm going.

She's on the phone again!

Oh, it's awful, mate.

Her language is disgusting,

the phone use is wrong,

putting the make-up on... it's not right.

The cursing of other people...

I wouldn't be proud of myself if I seen myself a bit like that.

Former traffic cop, Judith Roberts, is also watching the first journey.

Ooh, ooh...

She's a nightmare!

This is not the behaviour, really, for any driver,

regardless of the fact that she's a new driver.

My biggest issue is her on her phone.

I think, probably, given time,

she'll probably settle down and be about more comfortable in the car.

With eating, putting make-up on, and using her mobile,

after her first road trip, it's looking like

a real uphill struggle for Chantelle to get the car.

Coming up later on, Tommy's driving is tested right to the limits.

-He had more than two glasses.

-Hang on, I think we've gone the wrong way.

And Chantelle gets lost...again.

Fucking Morrisons again! I give up!

Back in Canterbury,

and it's halfway through Tommy's week-long test drive.

But tonight, he's got a night off from driving.

Tommy's hitting the town with housemates, Fraser, who we've met,

Olly, who we haven't,

and Ryan, whom we'll meet later on.

You know you're never, ever going to have a dull night

when you go out with Tommy.

Look at the kid's bum. My name is tattooed on the top right.

That's right. Tommy has 11 boys' names tattooed on his bum.

With pre-drinks consumed,

Tommy and his boys are off to one of Canterbury's top nightspots.

# Oppan Gangnam style... #

Two, three, go!

The boys get straight down to business.

Ah, there's housemate, Ryan.

Absolutely crazy night. All my boys were smashed. I'm smashed.

I don't think anyone can be as drunk as we are at this moment.

As soon as we get back in there, girls, girls, girls, girls.

And Tommy proves that he's a man of his word.

The club's over, but not the night,

cos it's all back to Tommy's.

While the booze and the banter is flying around,

it's obvious that it's not just Tommy's parents

that are worried about him.

There's also friend, Emily.

-You have lectures tomorrow, though.

-I don't, I have Thursdays off!

He hasn't actually been to any of his lectures since they started.

But I think he tells his mum that he does a lot more than he does.

He does tend to go out a lot. Three, four times a week.

And normally, the rest of us are in.

He might come across as really sort of arrogant and really, like,

stupid and stuff like that, but deep down, he is a really lovely guy.

And I know he can really work hard.

He's just got to put his mind to it.

Boys and women!

-In the mirror... Oh, my God! I look so vain!

-Tommy!

Thomas, stop grabbing the tits!

Sorry, Mum(!)

Tommy, please! Stop it!

CAR HORNS BLARE

In Bristol, it's midway through the week,

and the girls meet up for a much quieter get-together than Tommy's.

They share a special bond, as two years ago, Gaby also lost her mum.

I don't think my mum would be proud of my spending habits.

Mums, I don't think they really look at it like...

they wouldn't not be proud of us.

I don't know, I reckon I would have been worse off.

If my mum was alive now, she'd, like...

God, she'd make our lives hell!

Anyone that ever met my mum was, just like...

They just didn't have anything bad to say about her.

They felt really sorry for me, and it was like...

That's the thing, I don't want people to feel sorry for me,

because I don't care, so I don't want people to be, like...

I think you must care little bit.

People are always like, "Oh, you can always talk to me,"

but no-one knows, do they?

Unless you've done it, or unless you've been through something like...

No-one knows.

It's, like, refreshing talking to you about it, because I know that...

-..you know.

-I get it.

Chantelle's bottled up all her problems for years,

and now she's finally talking about her issues.

A couple of days later in Canterbury,

boxing mad Tommy and his mates are off to London

to watch a professional bout.

Canterbury to central London is a distance of 63 miles,

a journey that should take approximately

one hour and 40 minutes in normal weather.

But the weather is anything but normal.

I hate this fucking weather, boys. The weather's shit.

Small-town boy, Tommy, will have to navigate around

one of the world's busiest cities safely,

deal with the peer pressure of driving a car full of mates,

and be sensible with his drinking once he gets there.

-Tommy, mate, where's the power?

-You're driving a little bit slow.

When I go on the motorway, I'm going to bomb it.

-Tommy, have you even got your headlights on?

-Yeah.

-Are you sure?

-100%, mate.

-Sweet, sweet, sweet.

-Tommy, what are you playing at?

-I'm trying to fucking drive, mate.

-Speed up, come on!

-Look, there's an empty lane to your right.

-I genuinely cannot see shit.

I can. There's a nice bright van in front. A few road signs.

Where am I going? Left?

-No, no, no, no!

-Tommy!

I'm in a fucking bus lane, mate! Oh, my God!

-THEY LAUGH

-Fucking hell!

-Soz, mate!

Having ignored his friends' needling on the motorway,

Tommy and the boys arrive safely at the venue.

CHEERING

Again, yeah!

Again!

Boxing and booze go hand-in-hand,

so Tommy and Fraser head off to the bar.

But before Tommy needs to decide whether to have a drink or not,

there's a problem.

-How much cash have you got?

-None!

Didn't bring any cash. I've only got my card,

and I don't think they take card!

No beers tonight, then.

It's a lucky escape.

It's after midnight, with a wet, clear motorway.

And Tommy has his mates to deal with again.

-Sorry, I didn't know my nan was driving!

-Speed up, come on!

Definitely speed up. Big time.

-How can I speed up, mate?

-Just speed up!

Put your foot down on the accelerator.

-On the accelerator there.

-Don't, mate.

Tommy, if you go 100,

you're going to get a tenner.

-Just do it, just do it.

-No, mate.

100! Ryan, you owe Tommy a tenner!

Tommy's buckled.

Hitting a ton in wet conditions may have impressed his mates,

but will it be a setback to getting his own car?

CAR HORNS BLARE

The next day in Hastings. Halfway through the week,

and Maggie and AJ are preparing to watch more of Tommy's shenanigans.

First up, it's his non-driving night out at the club in Canterbury.

-What's he doing?

-She's a pretty girl.

Oh, my God! It's a different one!

Oh, my God! It's another one! Oh, my God!

Don't these girls mind that he's been snogging all the others?!

No!

-Shocking.

-Shocking, I think.

-It is, isn't it?

-Absolutely.

He hasn't actually been to any of his lectures.

-Tommy just wants to play, doesn't he, all the time?

-I know.

He's going to have to grow up, isn't he,

and stop mucking about like that, because it's just...

That's just over the top.

-In the mirror... Oh, my God, I'm so vain!

-Tommy!

'Oh, Thomas! Stop grabbing the tits! TOMMY: Sorry, Mum!'

-AJ LAUGHS

-"Sorry, Mum!"

And then, Tommy's second trip in his mum's car

full of mouthy mates and in treacherous conditions.

Not very sensible, is it?

But, you know, it's a carful of lads, isn't it?

They're just been totally stupid. I think he's doing well.

It's a lot of responsibility, driving, isn't it? In that weather?

I think Tommy would be well ready to have his own car again,

-the way he's driving.

-His driving's been very good, yes.

Apart from everybody encouraging him to go faster.

100! Ryan, you owe Tommy a tenner!

Even though he was speeding a bit on the way back,

I don't think that's excessive speeding.

If you told me he was doing 120 miles an hour,

-then I would be concerned.

-I'd be the same.

I'll stick in the fast lane and just go for it.

Well, that's obviously where he's got it from, then.

His father's bad habits. So we'll blame you, dear!

With Tommy's mum and dad having made their views on speeding known,

it's time for former traffic cop Judith's verdict.

On the way to London, I thought Tommy drove very well.

It was difficult conditions, difficult driving conditions.

He had a car full of friends that were trying to distract him,

but he remained calm and in control of the vehicle.

What's let him down is the return journey.

Although it's late at night and on the motorway,

he's driven over 100 mph,

which, if he'd been caught, would have been an automatic ban.

It's a very difficult decision for me to make now.

I'm very much on the fence with this one.

We'll have to wait and see how his final drive pans out.

An automatic ban isn't the only problem.

Stopping distances at 100 are almost double what they'd be

if he was going at the legal limit of 70.

With only one drive left,

Tommy will need to prove himself more responsible

if he's got any chance of getting his hands on that car.

Back at the Vohra household, Maggie and AJ are shocked

by Tommy's general behaviour and it's made AJ think.

I find it very difficult,

the way he's treating the girls and behaving.

90% of my time I spend at work,

and I've never been a father figure to my sons.

It's a bit sad. Well, because I think you've missed out.

I know I've missed out, yeah.

If I could turn the clocks back 15 years and start again,

I would love to do that.

I would like us to get together and say,

"Dad, let's go for a pint," and things like that.

It would be great.

In Bristol, it's time for Chantelle's second drive.

Morning. I've woke up, and I'm ill.

Ill or not, she's off

to one of England's most famous sporting venues, Goodwood,

for an afternoon at the races with best friend, Gaby.

Their chat two days ago has made Chantelle think a lot

about her behaviour and her relationships with other people.

I've got a really big bunch of friends.

I think Gaby's the only one I'd really go to and, like,

really get upset to.

I could be close to anyone, but it takes a lot for me to trust someone.

And most of the time, I just don't bother trusting people,

because at the end of the day, like, they'll do you over anyway.

Chantelle's definitely dealt with quite a lot.

Or maybe HASN'T dealt with quite a lot,

but that makes her pretty tough.

Like, it's pretty hard to get through that exterior.

It's easier for her to emotionally connect

with a dress that she really wants or some designer stuff,

because she doesn't have to, like, answer any questions to it.

Like, "I love my Range, I love my scarf, I love..."

rather than actually talking about someone or something.

Hello! All right?

From Bristol to Goodwood Racecourse is a distance of 142 miles.

It should take the girls three hours.

It's going to be the longest drive of her life.

Will she be able to keep her concentration?

"Waiting for a valid GPS signal?"

Is it fff....joking me?!

They've borrowed a GPS to avoid getting lost again.

"Charging battery?"

What the fuck?!

SHE SQUEALS Fuck!

What a twat!

What an idiot!

Fucking get out of the car now!

-Chantelle!

-What an idiot!

What's he doing?! The twat!

Urgh!

-Oh, God, I hate lorries!

-CHANTELLE SCREAMS

-LORRY BLASTS HORN

-Fuck off!

The girls have found their way out of Bristol

and are finally on the correct motorway.

So the mood quickly changes.

We're on the M4! Woo!

An hour in, and she seems confident on the motorway.

So she's having a three course meal.

STEREO BLASTS

Followed by some calorie-crunching armchair aerobics.

STEREO PLAYS "GOOD TIME" BY OWL CITY FEATURING CARLY RAE JEPSEN

SHE LAUGHS

-What?

-That one just goes...

THEY SING ALONG # It's always a good time

# Whoa-oh-oh-oh! #

Her hands seem to be spending more time off the wheel than on it.

Unsure of her route, and with the GPS still not working,

suddenly her mobile phone rears its ugly head.

SHE CROAKS West Hampnett?

Where the fuck is that?

-My voice is getting really bad now.

-Do you want me to do it for you?

Calculating route, apparently.

Hang on, did she just pass over her phone?!

Take exit 13 on the A34 towards Oxford Newbury.

Having changed their outfits en route,

the girls are now just five miles from the racecourse

and Chantelle's completely reliant on Gaby's directions.

Right, so, ahead, E on A27.

We're fucking lost and late.

Finally, after a mammoth five hours on the road,

for what should have been a three hour journey...

Look, I can see the races! Whoooo!

The races have already started, but they're here,

and the sun is shining, so who cares?

Time to put on a bet!

-Made a Million. I want that one.

-Ooh, Edge of Glory!

Who knows, that Katie Price Range Rover could become a reality.

I just heard a bloke go, "Five. Definitely number five."

And he had a pint in his hand.

A pint?! Well, he must know what he's talking about!

Oh, my God!

Number seven! Oh, we've got a flop!

Races over, and with empty pockets,

it's time to make the long journey back home to Bristol.

The next day, Mike's back at Mark's

to watch Chantelle's second car trip.

"Waiting for a valid GPS signal?"

Is it fff....joking me?!

HE SIGHS WITH RELIEF

' "Charging battery?" What the fuck?!

'I don't know where I'm going!'

STEREO BLASTS

That... Hang on a minute!

Chantelle's still made the same mistakes.

You know, a couple of times she had her hands off the wheel.

-The language is obviously...

-Still an issue, yeah.

Yeah, it's not great.

But, then again, it doesn't make her a bad driver,

or it doesn't make her a bad person, I suppose, but I just think...

I swear, I think now,

if somebody could just teach her a lesson about using a mobile phone...

I'm pretty sure she's going to watch it now and,

with the traffic officer's advice, she'll probably never do it again.

Well, let's hear what the traffic officer thinks.

I'm really undecided with Chantelle.

One minute, I think she's actually settling down,

and then almost, as soon as I think that,

she's off swearing at other drivers,

putting her lipstick on, on the phone, on the sat nav,

dancing in her chair.

She's got to learn to be more relaxed.

The last part of her journey,

I thought she was actually quite good.

It's really not making my decision easy.

Chantelle's driven further than ever before,

but her aggression and lack of concentration

is still letting her down,

despite passing over the phone.

So much is now riding on her third and final road trip.

CAR HORNS BLARE

It's the end of the week, and a day to go

before Tommy has to hand back the keys to his mum's car.

Is everybody looking good, feeling good?

Feel good, look fresh.

But this evening, Tommy's free to explore Essex nightlife

with the usual suspects Fraser, Ryan, and Olly.

The distance to the Eclipse club in Brentwood is 59 miles,

a journey that should take an hour and 15 minutes.

Are you being fucking serious?!

Fucking move, mate!

-Undertake him.

-What are you doing? No fucking way, mate.

-Move out the fucking way!

-Just undertake him!

What the fuck are you doing, you fucking mug?!

This is Tommy's toughest test yet.

He's got to deal with a carful of excited lads,

and then a nightclub.

Will he do the right thing and not drink at all?

Who the fuck is he?

Give him a "wanker."

Fucking little mug!

He's about 90 as well! TOMMY LAUGHS

Well, that told him!

Now it's Essex, here we come!

-There it is, Eclipse, on the left.

-Yeah, sick!

Tommy and the lads arrive in Brentwood bang on time.

The plan is to drive all the way back to Canterbury tonight.

The question is, can Tommy resist the booze?

Er, that's a no, then.

Obviously, I see the boys necking their champagne,

and I can have one or two. I'm not going to be stupid.

I'm going to have water afterwards. I'm here to have a good time.

I don't need alcohol to have a good time all the time, so...

I've got my personality, my looks, my charm.

That's all I need to pull the girls.

With those words, let the fun begin!

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

With the champagne popping, the girls come flocking.

But Tommy's STILL drinking.

The fun's about to end, though,

as Ryan is escorted from the club for kipping in the carsy.

-Mate, you're fucking battered!

-What happened to you tonight, then, mate?

With the evening ending early, the boys get in the car

and prepare to make the hour and a quarter journey home.

But with the film crew suspecting

that Tommy may have had too much to drink, they step in.

-Would you step out for a second?

-Yeah.

How much do you think you've had to drink?

Erm, I think about...three and a half glasses of champagne.

But obviously, I had some water, obviously, in between,

so I think I'll be fine. They were only small glasses as well.

He had more than two glasses.

When I last spoke to him, he told me he had six.

Tommy is asked to take a breathalyser test.

So, the legal limit for breath is 35mg per 100mls.

BREATHALYSER BLEEPS

-So that's at 60.

-So I've had, er...

So you're almost twice over the legal limit, Tommy.

I didn't realise that.

So, for that reason, I can't let you drive the car.

OK, yeah, it's fine.

With the legal drink-driving limit at 35mg,

and Tommy's test result coming in at 60,

he's got some bad news for the boys.

So, basically, boys, I've just had a bit of a breathalyser,

and I'm a little bit over the limit.

Obviously, the thing is, I would drive,

but I don't want to risk your lives.

-I think we should phone Ryan's parents, to be honest.

-Yeah.

Ryan, give me your phone.

Fortunately for the lads, Ryan's parents only live half an hour away.

Unfortunately for Ryan's parents, it's 3:30 in the morning.

Ryan's absolutely, like, throwing up, like, massively.

Is it all right if we kind of drop him home?

You'll see us. There aren't many cars here.

Thank you, Mum!

-Fucking idiot!

-Love you, bye-bye.

-You're a fucking idiot.

-Mate, I'm going back to his.

Despite the late hour, the lads are rescued.

Tommy's got no choice

but to leave his mum's vehicle overnight in the car park.

Two days later and Tommy's week-long driving test has come to an end.

He's completely oblivious

that his mum and dad have been assessing

whether they think Tommy's ready for the keys to his own car,

or if he'd benefit from an advanced driving course.

But they're not having to make the decision alone.

Former traffic officer Judith

is on her way to watch the last journey with them.

At the moment, I think Tommy's got great potential.

The final decision lies with Judith.

Has Tommy proven himself responsible enough to get a car?

-Or will she be sending him back to driving school?

-Nice to meet you!

Judith sits down with Maggie and AJ

to watch Tommy's third and final journey.

Are you fucking serious? Undertake him, Tommy.

-AJ:

-No! No! Stay there.

Just slow down, sit behind, and wait. Dangerous.

-Would Tommy have done that if he was on his own?

-No.

-'I think about three and a half glasses of champagne.'

-Oh, God!

Oh, OK. Then that's probably about

one and a half, two glasses too many.

But it actually takes an hour

for one unit to come out of your system,

and that's after eight hours.

You're looking at 11 and a half hours before you should drive.

'That's at 60.'

Now, he would have driven.

But, in his defence, he wouldn't normally drive to a club.

-He hasn't NORMALLY got a car.

-No.

If he gets a car, he will drive, and he will think it's OK.

Well, I don't know.

Because I've always told him not to drink anything if he's driving.

But he wants to drive now, and he would have driven now.

Disappointed that Tommy was going to drink and drive.

The temptation was too much for him,

and he thought he was OK,

-but he wasn't.

-So...

Tommy's back at his parents' house.

He thinks he simply returning the keys to his mum's car.

He has no idea what he's about to be confronted with.

Yeah, good, yeah.

Tommy, let me introduce you to Judith.

Hello, how are you doing? All right? Nice to meet you.

-Judith's a retired police traffic officer.

-OK, yeah.

And, um, all the time that you've been filming with your friends,

-me and dad have been watching what you've been doing!

-No way!

-You haven't!

-We have!

-Where from?

-Well, we were going to see it anyway.

Tommy sits down to be told what's at stake.

-Are you happy with that?

-Yeah, I'm fine. Just shocked at you two!

I'm so sorry! We never lie to you or keep things secret, but...

-It's one thing we had to do, mate.

-I know, mate.

Yes, there was a potential part of a little competition here,

where there's possibly a prize of a car up for grabs,

depending on how well you did with your driving in everything, my love.

Or else, giving you the opportunity to do an advanced driving course.

But obviously, that depends on what decision was made.

But we've all had input into the decision. But the final decision...

-Is up to Judith.

-OK, yeah.

It's time for Tommy to watch his week behind the wheel.

Be careful what you wish for!

-So, you ready for this?

-Yeah, I am.

LAUGHTER

'Disappointed, but not surprised.'

'Absolutely crazy night. All my boys were mad. I was mad.'

-'Oh, my God! Shocking!

-Shocking, I think! It is!

'He hasn't actually been to any of his lectures.

-'You have lectures tomorrow!

-I don't! I have Thursdays off!

'Tommy just wants to play, doesn't he, all the time?

'I know, well, he's going to have to grow up, isn't he?'

-'Driving a little bit slow.

-Speed up, come on!

'100! Ryan, you owe Tommy a tenner!

'I've never been a father figure to my sons.

'If I could turn the clocks back 15 years, and start again,

'I would love to do that.

'You're almost twice over the legal limit, Tommy.

'I didn't realise that.'

-Bad.

-Tommy has the chance to plead his case.

Can he convinces parents and Judith that he deserves his own car?

If you come and spend a night out with me,

I'm not really defending myself, I'm just saying how it is...

-No, Tom...

-If you come out with me,

then you would understand how everyone is. It's not just me.

I know it's lots of fun for you and everything,

but I think you need to strike a happy medium, Tommy.

Then Tommy addresses the relationship with his dad.

Obviously, I said, obviously we're not as close as we should be.

I hate that, because I say to Mum all the time

I do want to spend more time with you. You are my dad. I do love you.

Obviously, in the summer I'll be back,

and at Christmas, will have a lot more father-son time.

We can watch boxing and stuff together.

We need to start building a better relationship than we have.

-I think we should do.

-I want to, mate.

I've always said it to you, haven't I?

It's decision time.

There are lots of times when you're really good and very mature,

and I did think, certainly on the drive to London,

you dealt with that whole journey really well.

And then, of course, there's the drinking.

If I was going to somewhere like Essex, and was going to drink,

-I wouldn't usually drive.

-That's what your mum said.

That you wouldn't normally.

But having made the decision that you were going to drive,

you had two choices.

You either, before you go into the nightclub, say,

-"I'm not drinking."

-Yeah.

Or, "I am going to get a skinful,

-"I'm going to have a great night, and I'm getting a cab home."

-Yeah.

But you cannot get in the car, behind the wheel, if you've had...

I mean, really, zero tolerance should be in this country.

Now, I would plump for the driving course,

because I think you especially would really benefit from it.

But I also... I really do think you would learn.

So it's back to driving school for Tommy.

His speeding and potential drink-driving

has scuppered his chances of owning a car. For now.

Yeah, the opportunity of having a car has gone,

but now I'm doing this advanced driving course,

when I do get a car, I'm going to be twice as safe a driver

as I already am, which is really good. So I'm happy.

Come on, have a group hug.

-Group hug!

-Love you.

You all right, yeah? Sweet.

While Tommy's week's over,

Chantelle still has an outside chance of getting her own car,

and like Tommy, her final trip is also out clubbing.

Her and Gaby are off to Gatecrasher in Birmingham.

Birmingham is 75 miles from Thornbury,

and if they miss the traffic on the M5,

they should arrive in an hour and a half.

It's 7:30pm, so they ought to be there by nine.

Unlike Tommy and the lads,

Chantelle's wisely booked a hotel for the evening,

so that she can have a drink and let her hair down.

We're on the M5, baby! Whoo!

The journey should be easy from here,

but this is Chantelle we're talking about.

STEREO BLARES DANCE MUSIC

No, he in't going in the fast lane!

He's slow as fuck! Hang on!

SHE SCREAMS

What?! I ain't even got a horn!

Fuck!

Chan, I'm really proud of you.

You haven't picked your phone up once.

I know, I have to keep it away.

I've made a vow to myself not to have my phone out,

cos what if I killed someone?

Is this really the same mobile-addicted Chantelle

that started out a week ago?!

And, for once, they've made good time as they hit Birmingham.

-We're nearly there, Gab!

-I know!

OK, enter roundabout, go 170 feet, take the second exit.

-Oh, it says we're eight minutes away.

-Shut up!

It's 9pm, and they're just a mile from the hotel.

SHE CHEERS We've done it! We're in Birmingham!

No, we've NEARLY done it.

Look at the Morrisons!

It just continues to say, "Bear left."

Does it say at a roundabout anywhere?

-No.

-Go all the way down.

I'm just going to keep left, you know?

Enter roundabout, take second exit.

Where's the roundabout?

-Don't know.

-Oh, we're at Morrisons again!

I know, I think we have to take the second exit now.

Hang on, I think we've gone the wrong way.

Oh, no, shall I just go this way?

Bear left. No, no, no, take the second exit.

SHE SHOUTS Fucking Morrisons again!

Third time lucky, all right?!

At least we'll be able to find Morrisons.

Almost walking distance from the hotel,

the girls have been driving around, completely lost,

for an hour and a half.

It's the last straw for Chantelle.

I give up.

And it's not helpful, because I don't know how to drive.

Digging deep, Chantelle tries another route.

I'm fuming. I'm absolutely fuming.

There is the fucking Comfort Inn!

After driving round in circles

for an unbelievable hour and 45 minutes,

they finally arrive at the hotel and check in.

No time to waste.

Chantelle's getting tanked up on her usual tipple,

but sensibly, she isn't driving again tonight.

Oh, never again!

Everyone's like, "Oh, Birmingham's well easy!"

Is it, 'eck!

I'm just going to say to the taxi driver,

"Can you just take us to Gatecrasher, please?"

He'll know, won't he? He'll know.

I'm pissed.

Two days later, and ex-traffic cop Judith's driving to Bristol

for Chantelle's final viewing with her dad, Mike, and his mate, Mark.

The last drive will probably be the one that sways me.

At the moment, I'm very much on the fence

and I'm not sure whether she deserves to have a car of her own.

It's crunch time.

Unless Chantelle has shown she can curb her road rage

and stop using her phone permanently,

she won't be getting the car.

She's checking her mirrors.

Oh, I think her driving is actually quite good. You know...

Yeah.

But I like the fact now that Gaby's actually got the phone

and she's not on the phone, because that, to me,

is my biggest bugbear.

That was mine.

The first drive, I thought,

"Uh-oh, we've got somebody who's completely irresponsible,"

and she's in charge of a lethal weapon,

and the lipstick and the eating and the swearing

and the road rage and the anger and the animation,

it was everything that you don't want in a young person.

The second drive was very slightly better.

But then, the last drive, I saw a great improvement.

She settled down, there was less road rage,

there was less phone, there was less distractions.

Mike, what do you think?

For the first two journeys, I wasn't happy.

And it was really hard to keep my mouth shut, do you know what I mean?

I always tell her every time, "Keep off the phone, watch your speed."

I always tell her that anyway. Her attitude has changed vastly.

Not just the driving, but towards life itself.

And I think that's great for me.

And I think the more practice she gets in the car,

the better she'd become.

It's really not an easy decision for me.

Chantelle's heading home,

believing she's simply returning her dad's car.

She has no idea what's really in store for her.

All right, love? We've got a bit of a shock here, look!

Oh, my God!

All right?

Aw, what's the matter, love?

Didn't expect this, did you? No.

This lady here is Judith.

-She's a police officer...

-Retired.

-..with the traffic...

-Oh, God!

..and we've been having a little look at you.

Am I getting locked away or something?

Little look at you over the past week.

We've been spying on you a little bit.

Oh, God! All right?

Chantelle's about to see her antics on the road.

'Fucking say thanks!'

Oh, I'm sorry!

-'Silly prick!'

-It gets better!

Do you like yourself being like that?

That looks disgusting, doesn't it?

'I don't have a clue where I'm going.'

Oh, no! On the phone.

Mmm, on the phone!

My hands are off the wheel!

Yes, your hands are off the wheel.

What are you steering with? Your knees?

'Fuck!'

-My language is appalling, isn't it?

-Yes.

That's opened my eyes up a little bit, that has.

Maybe I'm not as much of a sick driver as I make out I am.

My road rage is because I don't have anywhere else

to vent, like, my anger.

Just after talking to Gaby about loads of stuff like...

..just what's going on in my life at the moment, I'm just not as angry.

All right, I'm on the phone, and I've done my make-up and stuff.

I'm not a dangerous driver. Like...

I just...

I just, I make a couple of mistakes and I've kind of realised,

like, how dangerous it is to go on the phone.

Do you think this is something you could change?

Massively. I'll say it.

Yeah, I would like the money for the car, because I've done...

I've done my test, I've done all my lessons.

SHE SOBS And it took me so long to get there.

And it just feels like I'm doing it all over again.

When all I do is just have my phone out and...

You've learned your lesson on that phone, though, have you?

Mmmm...like, I just...

Well, we've seen a vast improvement, didn't we?

But we have come to a decision,

and we're going to give you the money for the car.

-So, no more phones.

-You're making me upset now!

All right?

In the end, by ditching her mobile and becoming a calmer driver,

Chantelle's proved she's ready to get back on the road again

in her very own car.

I'm so happy. Thanks!

Right, I'm dying for a cup of tea, so I'm going to have a tea.

See you later.

CAR HORNS BLARE

A week later, and Tommy's back at driving school,

being put through his paces with some advanced lessons.

Ease off the gas gently.

Car comes back, smooth, and away.

The trainer was really nice.

Taught me some new things about the car I didn't know before.

Yeah, it was a really enjoyable day.

Meanwhile, back in Bristol, the day's also arrived

for Chantelle to pick up the keys to her own car.

It's not quite a Katie Price Range Rover,

but it'll be perfect to get around town.

Oh, I love that! Thanks, Dad!

-It's nice, isn't it?

-Yeah, I like it a lot.

-Oh, yes, please! Ooh!

-Go on, then!

Oh, my God! I've got a new car, and it's lush!

It's got central locking and electric windows!

SHE LAUGHS

Chantelle is enjoying her new car,

and no longer uses her mobile phone whilst driving.

Next time on Barely Legal Drivers,

we meet two teens who like to party.

What are you doing?

Don't fucking start before I punch you in your face!

Do you know how fucking hard it is to drive,

and you guys are all telling me where to go?!

Tonight will end in a fight, for definite.

Oh, my chandelier!

Oh, my God!

He's done a lot of good things, but he's also done a lot of bad things.

-Yeah, just keep blowing.

-My mum's going to go mad.

Fuck college tomorrow!

This is life!

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