Bradley and Kayla Barely Legal Drivers

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

One in every three drivers who die on UK roads is 25 or under.

One in ten young people have been in a crash that has resulted in death

or serious injury.

One in five young drivers has a crash within six months

of passing their test.

HE SCREAMS

In this series, we're following inexperienced teens

to see what they're really like behind the wheel.

BLEEP

Fasten your seat belts, 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!

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

Flaming hell!

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

-BLEEP.

-She's posing!

Oh, my God!

Each teen will go on three road trips,

geared towards testing every aspect of their driving.

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

the parents will have a decision to make.

HORN HONKS

-Two bouts of speeding.

-I would have given him 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 teens who like to party -

18-year-old Jack the lad Bradley Armstrong,

who dreams of becoming a Premier League footballer.

And Kayla, a loud and lairy party princess.

SHE SCREAMS

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

when their parents see them behind the wheel?

Just keep blowing.

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

What's your BB, babe?

These are things that boys do, not girls do! What's going on?

Welcome to Barely Legal Drivers.

This is 18-year-old Kayla, a media student from Croydon, South London.

I would describe myself as a really friendly, bubbly person.

I like partying, shopping - a normal teenage girl, really.

Kayla is loud, she's small, she's annoying, but everyone loves her.

Some people might think she's innocent but give her a few drinks, she'll be loud!

She's in your face when she's drunk.

She lives at home with her parents Marisa, Jeff, and younger brother Luke.

Kayla, she's the crazy one.

She's always partying, wants to have friends around.

She's nothing like me at all.

I like to be at home, I'm very quiet.

Ready!

All Jeff - she's very much like him.

I get on with my parents really well.

Me and my mum used to hate each other. We only really got close recently.

But I've always been my dad's little princess.

We're just like the same person.

Like most princesses,

Kayla has her dad firmly wrapped around her little finger.

I'm a bit protective, cos she's my only daughter.

Without telling her... I'll give her anything she wants.

So, how well do Jeff and Marisa know their party princess?

I think she drinks. She says, "I don't drink much" - they all drink.

I've been such a mess that I can't remember anything.

I've fallen over but I've never thrown up from it.

She's got a steady boyfriend.

I don't have a man in my life.

I don't want to get tied down - too young!

All I ever do is drop her off and pick her up.

I don't really know what she's doing in between that!

Malaysian-born Jeff is a driving instructor,

so had the pleasure of teaching his darling daughter to drive.

If I did one thing wrong, he would shout at me!

-"Come on, Kayla! Get on with it!"

-She used to come back upset.

-You used to upset her.

-Course I did, I know I did.

-Yeah.

Confident in her ability, Jeff let her drive his car,

but that ended with a bang.

I actually crashed a month after passing my driving test.

I wasn't injured. I was OK, but I think I was in shock.

I sat in the car for ages, crying.

I thought the car was on fire. My friend was screaming!

I was angry. My reaction was, "Oh, you ruined my car!"

But at the end of the day, she's all right, so I'm OK with that.

So, how will she fare in her mum's precious Prius?

I am a bit worried about the car. Definitely!

Yeah, I'm hoping she'll be sensible and concentrate.

22 miles away in North London is another barely legal driver.

18-year-old Bradley Armstrong is THE MAN about Enfield Town.

He studies and plays football at the Boreham Wood Football Academy,

but he's got his mind on other things.

My life, in order of priority...

Currently, I would say - going out first, girls second.

Third - friends, cos they're always with me,

and football at the bottom at the moment.

But Dad, Chris, thinks "golden balls" Bradley

is only interested in becoming the next England star.

He loves his football. He has done since the age of six or seven.

That's all he thinks about all the time.

Hm. That's what YOU think, Chris.

For the moment, Bradley's real claim to fame

are his chat-up lines with the girls -

pretending to be something he's definitely not.

Professional footballer, just been signed to go to Real Madrid,

getting flown over next week, millionaires.

"Have I seen you before on TV?" They say, "What?"

I'll say, "Britain's Top Model" and stuff like that!

# Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy Till we see the sun... #

Two people who know Bradley best are friends and team-mates Nick...

He's a legend. He goes out every weekend, every other day,

Monday nights - all the time.

..and Sam.

-He can be a bit of a

-BLEEP

-sometimes.

I've known him for two and a half years, so I'm used to it now.

Well, friends will be friends.

Despite passing his test six months ago,

Bradley's still not driven on his own.

What's stopping me is the insurance.

I typed in "old bangers" on the internet.

It's come back 3,000, 5,000.

Most places won't even insure you.

Dad Chris can't wait to see what Bradley really gets up to.

Bradley thinks he's got me wrapped around his little finger.

He hasn't got a clue - I'm going to be having the last laugh.

Neither Bradley or Kayla have any idea

that their skills behind the wheel will be put to the test,

and that both of them could be driving into the sunset

in a motor of their own.

HORN HONKS

In Croydon, it's dinner time for the family.

Because of Kayla, dinner is never simple.

I'm a really fussy eater. I don't like all the stuff that they cook.

Tonight, the princess is cooking that British classic - korma.

Mum! I can do it myself! I'm an 18-year-old woman!

Not that I can open the jar.

Mum!

-That actually stinks.

-It's fish!

-She won't touch it.

-Fish balls! Healthy!

-It's really nice.

Please don't cook that when we have guests - you'll stink out the house.

-Who's sitting in my seat?

-Ah, come here!

-Let me sit with you!

With everyone's - and Kayla's - dinner ready,

Mum Marisa hands over her keys to her beloved Prius,

so Kayla will have a bit more freedom this week.

Look after my car, please look after my car!

-I'll be fine.

-I hope so.

-I'm scared. I'm so scared.

-No, you'll be fine.

You're letting me drive the space cruiser?

I'll look like I'm picking my friends up - as if I'm their mum!

-OK.

-Ooooh!

Oh, my God! My poor car!

As she tucks into her korma,

Kayla has no idea that Mum Marisa, and Dad Jeff,

will be secretly watching her every move for the whole week.

# When the moon hits your eye Like a big pizza pie

# That's amore... #

Up in North London, Bradley and his dad Chris

have popped over to Gran Lisa's house

for some authentic Italian home cooking.

-Thank you.

-Thanks.

As they sit down, the subject quickly comes round to footie.

So, how was college today? All right?

-Starting to moan a bit.

-Who? Your manager?

-Mm.

-Why? You not turning up?

-I turn up straight from nights out sometimes.

That's why they get the hump, then.

-We actually play better with hangovers.

-Don't be silly!

-How can you play better with a hangover?

-Everyone says it.

But more interesting to Bradley is the subject of driving,

specifically, getting his dad's car keys

so he and his mates can dump the bus for a week.

Why can't you put me on your car insurance?

-I'm not letting you drive my car.

-Why?

You haven't drove for ages, the car's too big for you.

-I wouldn't have passed my test if I couldn't drive.

-OK, then.

-Here's the keys.

-What?

I'm going to lend you a car for a while and see how you get on.

Any mucking around,

-I'm taking it straight back. What do you say?

-Thanks.

As his dad won't let him drive his two-litre gas-guzzler,

Bradley will be getting to grips with something more his size -

a 1.2 litre hire car.

It's Monday morning, and Bradley's getting ready to leave

for his football match at Boreham Wood.

Match day today - got to pick up Nick and Sam.

Then off to the game. Got to be there 11.15.

12:30 kick-off, I think it is.

Yeah, hopefully, we'll get three points.

First time in the car on my own - hope I don't end up killing myself.

We hope so, too, Bradley.

It's an 18-mile journey through North London A roads and back roads,

which should take Bradley around 45 minutes.

But add in the bad weather

and the fact Bradley has never been in a car on his own

and, well, anything could happen.

Bradley's picking up Sam and Nick en route to the ground.

It's been so far, so good.

But, oh, dear, where's the seat belt, Bradley?

-BLEEP.

-I ain't got my seat belt.

-Can't you not multitask?

-Huh?

-Any risk of you going faster?

-I'm going 40 mile per hour.

-Drop it.

-I ain't going to start speeding round the bend.

Can't see what's coming.

Bradley's managed to ignore the peer pressure to go faster.

Although the safe speeds mean the lads arrive a little late,

they're still in time for the team talk.

Left-back - Bradley. Going to go left-back, pal.

Two centre-halves of David, Trey and Mark Jones.

Get yourself in good shape when you are not in possession.

I expect you two to be dogged today.

Win the battle, then assert your authority with possession.

Go and enjoy it, fellas. Go and enjoy it!

MUSIC: Theme to "Match Of The Day"

FULL-TIME WHISTLE

The fat lady has sung and the game's over.

Now it's time for a bit of analysis from Bradley's manager.

Bradley's loveable, to be fair - he's got great banter.

Which you have at a club and you need that to get you through the sessions.

Bradley's social life will jeopardise his young footballing career.

He has a chance to earn money in football - whether it be semi-pro,

whether it be at non-league or whether it be full-time.

The question is, how will Bradley's dad Chris

react to his lack of dedication to college and football?

The next day, Chris has secretly popped over to Gran Lisa's house.

It's Chris's first chance to have a sneak peek into Bradley's real life.

As Mum is camera shy, Gran is taking her place.

Nice to see you.

They're about to embark on a covert mission to decide whether -

after three journeys -

Bradley's going to be getting his hands on a new car,

or be sent back to driving school.

-Shall I start it?

-Yes, you should.

-Here we go.

He's forgot his seat belt.

That's because he's taking too much notice of what them two are saying.

Oh, Bradley. Oh, my God!

-There he goes.

-There he goes.

Wakey, wakey!

He wasn't as bad as what I thought he was going to be.

Me as well - I'm quite surprised, really.

Overall, then, marks out of ten? What would you say?

-Be honest.

-Seven and a half.

-That's generous.

BOTH CHUCKLE

I've got a funny feeling, I don't know.

He might get worse as he goes along.

Well, there's two more journeys for Dad Chris to find out.

HORN HONKS

MUSIC: "Intergalactic" by The Beastie Boys

Early the next morning in South London,

and it's time for Kayla to go to college.

But, first, she has to start up Marisa's space cruiser.

Spotting his princess in distress, it's Dad Jeff to the rescue.

Thanks, Dad.

Right. I don't know what I'm doing.

Not sure she should be driving this.

We're not sure either, Jeff, but she's off.

RECORD SCRATCHES

Kayla's journey is 4.4 miles and should take 13 minutes.

But with a school trip happening, she's picking up some mates

and she's going to be driving in London's notorious rush hour.

Already half an hour late,

Kayla picks up Emily, Robyn and Dilsham.

The pressure's on to make the school trip.

-BLEEP!

-HORN HONKS

Ooh, that was close!

BLEEP.

-I'll be your eyes this way.

-Please, please.

-No, I can't

-BLEEP

-go.

From the left you can. Go now.

-SCREAMS

-Don't tell me to go!

-You look that way.

-It's clear to the left.

-OK.

-Go!

-I'm doing it!

CHEERING

-BLEEP

-Robyn. Don't do that! It's not even funny.

-What?

Don't scare me like that, bus driver - I have the right of way.

Having narrowly missed the big red bus and with time against them,

Kayla relies on her friends for directions.

Take this right now. I know where I'm going.

-Next right is easier to go up.

-The next right is a one-way street.

-That one up there?

-It's a one-way street.

-That's where the 403 goes.

It goes down there.

-Right is there!

-I think it's a one-way.

No, it's not! Trust me! Go that way, Kayla.

-This one HERE.

-Where do we go?

-It's a one-way street.

-It's not!

It's got two lanes, therefore, it's got two...

Oh, my God, I'm going to slap you! Look!

-SCREAMS:

-Left or right? Left or right?

-BLEEP

-hell! Where am I...?

-Turn right!

CAR SKIDS

-What are you doing? For

-BLEEP

-sake. I'm getting

-BLEEP

-off now.

-And then left.

-Do you know how

-BLEEP

-hard it is to drive

when you guys aren't telling me where to go?

Stressed-out, an hour into her 15-minute journey

and with seconds to spare to make the school trip,

Kayla ditches her "helpful" mates.

-Have a fun day.

-Try not to crash!

-You can come this way. Bye, guys.

Finally, having taken four times longer than expected,

Kayla waltzes into college.

The next day, Kayla's dad Jeff and mum Marisa

sit down to watch their princess's first journey.

Here we go!

BLEEP

-She's on the wrong side of the road!

-What is she doing?

Not funny. Fail!

Don't scare me like that, bus driver. I have the right of way.

That's not the point, kiddo. HE SCOFFS: "Right of way"

-That's why she

-BLEEP

-crashed the car last time.

The next right, I swear to God, is a one-way street.

They're all back-seat drivers, all of them.

-They're all telling her what to do.

-That's why she gets confused.

No, it's not!

Now the police are after them!

'Trust me. Go that way, Kayla.'

Left or right? Left or right?

For goodness' sake! How can she concentrate?

-Go right!

-What are you doing?

-For

-BLEEP

-sake!

-Now they're all arguing, look.

-Do you know how

-BLEEP

-hard it is to drive

when you guys aren't telling me where to go?

-I know. I'd be

-BLEEP

-stressed.

I'm quite worried now, seeing her driving.

-She's swearing, shouting. It's all stress, isn't it?

-Hm.

A couple of times it's scaring me. Even herself, she was stressed out.

But apart from that, it's OK.

Kayla obviously has some way to go

to impress her driving instructor dad.

Coming up later - Bradley really comes under the cosh.

And Kayla has a quiet night in.

MUSIC AND LOUD CONVERSATION

It's Friday night and halfway through Bradley's week.

Without having to worry

about missing another day of college tomorrow,

Bradley and his mates are itching for a big night out.

Playing the wannabe football stars,

they're off to a Central London casino.

-How much are you spending tonight?

-Don't know yet.

See how I start off, see if my luck's in.

Nick and Sam are getting straight on the beers but what about Bradley?

Brad, want a beer? Sorry, forgot, you're driving.

-Exactly, Nick.

-You're lucky. You get to drink.

Here we go, lads. Let's win some money.

Resisting the temptation of a beer, Bradley and the boys head off.

-Ready? We're all clear, yeah?

-Yeah.

The handbrake! LAUGHTER

-The handbrake's on, you

-BLEEP!

Bradley only needs to drive 11.1 miles,

but heading into one of the most congested cities in the world

on a Friday night can prove mighty daunting for a barely legal driver.

The boys hit the bright lights of London's West End in good time,

but the stress starts to kick in.

-BLEEP

-park anywhere!

-It could be miles away.

-We're here!

-Left or right?

-Go left here.

-That's where we just was.

-It told you to go round the roundabout.

-We're not trying to go back to the destination.

-We are.

-We're not.

-We're trying to find a parking space.

-You said we're nowhere near it so don't give me that.

-We're parking up.

-You just told me that we were going back there...

-Don't

-BLEEP

-start, or I'll punch you in your face.

-Shut up, you

-BLEEP!

-No, you shut up.

After two circuits round the West End of London,

they've finally found a parking space -

only a few hundred metres from the casino.

Leaving the car, the boys hit the tables.

With only 20 quid to gamble,

it's a champagne lifestyle on a lemonade budget.

Place your bets, please.

Look at that. That's a nice 15 quid you made there!

But it seems Bradley's luck tonight is about to take a further nosedive.

How DO they sleep at night?

With no clue about the ticket, Bradley's throwing his money around.

Well, when I say HIS money...

This is my mum's money. You and Sam have to go to work for it.

Get me a Coke, I've got to drive, Sam.

He may be gambling his mum's money,

but so far, he's not gambling when it comes to drink-driving.

Yes!

30...40...

Started with 20, up to about 70.

Getting carried away with the high-roller fantasy,

Bradley bets all his winnings on black.

Aw!

Guess that was red, then.

-Lost everything. Let's go home, lads.

-Thanks.

-Bye.

That's a piss-take!

With empty pockets, the boys head home

but Bradley's about to find out

his pockets are going to be even more empty.

-There's a ticket on it!

-BLEEP!

"A reduced charge of £65 is payable."

I ain't paying that! How could you not see that sign up there?

-What do you mean

-I

-couldn't see it?

You're the one driving - you should have looked.

It's your car and your responsibility, Bradley.

My mum's going to go mad.

-Yeah.

-Ready?

-Yeah, yeah.

Rattled by the ticket, Bradley careers straight through

his third red light of the night.

BLEEP!

What's the speed limit here?

It's less than what you're doing, Bradley!

I thought it was 40.

All in all, it's not been a great night for Bradley.

The night after the casino,

Bradley and the boys are back in Central London.

But this time, without the car.

What's the plan for tonight?

Any of you two get on a chick, I'll give you a fiver each.

If a girl comes up to you - Arsenal under-21s, England under-21 captain.

-And what are you, Sam?

-West Ham under-21.

-Good luck!

Surely he can't fail to score with his famous chat-up lines.

You're not going to see a better bum than that!

Sam, you've got to prove yourself here.

Good try, boys. Ten out of ten for effort.

But at the end of the night, the scoreline is 2-0 to the girls.

Game over, Bradley.

The following day, Chris is - once again - at Gran Lisa's house

to watch Bradley's second journey and the night out at the casino.

-That's unbelievable. I can't believe it.

-I can't believe he's doing it.

Two blatant red lights.

-- "A reduced charge of £65 is payable."

-I ain't paying that!

-No.

-You have to pay it.

-No!

It's your ticket.

- Don't know where he's going to get the money for that. Mum and Dad.

-No - he can pay for it himself.

-Yeah.

What's the speed limit here?

Dear, oh, dear!

I've got my heart in my mouth now.

I really feel disappointed with that, actually.

The worst thing is, I don't know if he's realised what he's done.

Watching this scares the life out of me.

He don't half talk some rubbish.

Can you hear all those lies they're making up?

-I'm not happy at all.

-I'm not happy.

What I cannot understand, where does he get it from?

None of us is like this - never been.

It's just the way he is with the crowd he's knocking around with now.

It's been tough viewing for Lisa and Chris, but they won't be alone.

They'll be getting help in deciding whether Bradley's performance

warrants a car or advanced driving lessons.

Ex-traffic cop Judith Roberts

has also been casting an expert eye on Bradley's driving.

The worst thing I saw him do are the red traffic lights.

Truly, I really am appalled that he can gaily go through

blatant red traffic lights - not JUST red.

That's where young people are killed.

That, coupled with his dreadful speeding,

I wouldn't want a child of mine to be in his car. Truly I wouldn't.

# This must be the worst day of my life... #

That journey not only made a dent in Bradley's pocket,

it may also have dented his chances of getting a car.

HORNS BLARE

Down in leafy South London, it's halfway through Kayla's week.

Tonight, there's a big house party.

Our year is notorious for house parties.

We throw some of the best house parties, the craziest!

And it should be a good one, because Kayla's the host.

Invites sorted, the girls are off to trendy Brighton

for something to wear.

Purley to the south coast is 43 miles, which should take an hour,

but Kayla's never driven that far and she has top navigators

Emily and the twins in charge of the directions...again!

# Let's go to the beach... #

-Brighton! Brighton! Brighton!

-Brighton!

Are you excited? Road trip!

But with her mind on tonight's party,

Kayla's not concentrating on where she's supposed to be going.

Do you know what?

I'm actually getting kind of excited for tonight now.

-Why aren't you excited?

-I've been really anxious

that stuff's going to kick off, my house is going to get destroyed.

Soon enough, the girls are merrily on their way...to Dartford.

Are we going the right way?

-Oh,

-BLEEP

-I was meant to go that way!

I'm so scared!

KAYLA SCREAMS

We're all going to die!

I'm have a mare! I'm having a nightmare!

Finally heading in the right direction,

the girls' attention turns to more important things.

Well, at least Kayla's got her eyes on the road.

Why am I in the fast lane? I don't want to be here.

I really don't want to be here.

# In first class, up in the sky

# On the champagne, livin' the life

# In the fast lane... #

Not sure you should be in that lane.

GIRLS SCREAM

HORN HONKS

Brighton!

ALL SCREAM

We have arrived. Croydon celebs!

Once in Brighton, the girls

waste no time in using their cheeky chat-up lines on the locals.

Hi!

What's your BB, babe?

Half an hour later than planned,

the girls get on with what they came to Brighton for - shopping.

Oh, they've got disco pants!

Oh, my God! Have you tried yours on yet?

But the house party back in Croydon beckons

and they depart the seaside shops for home.

HORNS HONK

Back in Croydon, and Kayla's getting glammed up for the party.

My babe, Sam. I'm looking forward to him coming - he's so funny.

-And Grace - she's funny.

-Is Grace coming?

Yeah, she's just pure entertainment.

What about Scott?

Scott? If I kick anyone out tonight, it's Scott.

Downstairs, Dad Jeff, is getting a bit over-excited.

Yeah! Sexy lady!

LAUGHTER

Shame he's not invited!

SCREAMS AND LAUGHTER

BLEEP!

Bravely, Jeff and Marisa are off to stay in a hotel for the night.

Bye, girls! Yo!

Bye!

Finally, she's ready. Kayla gets her disco ball out.

-Tonight will end in a fight, for definite.

-Oh, my God.

If anyone has sex on my bed, I'll go crazy.

It will definitely end in a fight.

HIP HOP MUSIC STARTS

Well, this should be fun! The girls are ready, so...

DOORBELL RINGS

..here come the boys!

CHEERING

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION AND MUSIC

It's going well. I think there's been a couple of arguments.

Lots of drinks spilled, lots of bottles smashed.

Oh!

And cat food all over the kitchen, which I'll have to clear up.

ALL SING ALONG INDISTINCTLY

There's more boys than girls!

I've spoken to quite a few people

and tried to tell them to keep it under control.

I think, because they quite respect me,

they're going to try and behave themselves.

But... Hopefully, it doesn't kick off.

Fingers crossed.

And yes, that IS Kayla hanging off the chandelier.

LOUD R&B MUSIC AND SHOUTING

So, Kayla's prediction was spookily spot-on, with a fight, at least.

The party ends.

Should be interesting to see how her parents react.

The next day, and with the house still standing

and the chandelier still intact,

driving instructor Jeff and mum Marisa sit down

to watch Kayla's second journey.

-I'm so scared!

-Yeah, you should be.

SCREAMING

-She's a nutcase.

-Oh, my goodness.

Go on. Whip in.

Hand on the steering, please! Thank you!

Everything I show her, she's not doing it!

HE SCREAMS

-She's...

-Posing!

-Yeah, she's posing.

Why am I in the fast lane as well? I don't want to be here.

-Exactly, girl. Get in there.

-She's listening to them, isn't she?

Mm, she should stick to the rules.

- Hi! Hi, sexy!

What's your BB, babe?

You...? What is that?

This is the thing that boys do, not girls do, what's going on?

-Oh, my God!

-Look!

-That's my car, as well.

-Hm.

Ah... She should put in what I showed her.

All these hands off the steering. She knows what she's doing.

"Hello! Look at me!"

But really, she knows she shouldn't be doing that.

Now time to see who was really at their house last night.

DOORBELL RINGS

CHEERING

-Oh, my God!

-Bloody hell!

We should do a head count.

-How many's that...?

-Don't!

BOTTLE SMASHES

Ah!

-Oh!

-Yeah! It's

-BLEEP!

-Sorry.

Now we know why the floor's all sticky.

Oh, look! They're kicking off now, look!

What are they knocking down? Alcohol? They're drinking something.

-There's been a couple of arguments.

-She looked lovely, didn't she?

That's my princess! That's MY princess!

-It's not what she looks like, it's what she's up to.

-I know!

Ooh!

CHEERING

-SHOUTS: Oi! My chandelier!

-That's why I wanted to take it down.

-No wonder it's

-BLEEP...

SHE LAUGHS

Right now, I come in and I've got to punch it twice before you wake up.

SHOUTING

They're going to get into a fight again.

When I see all the boys there,

and she's going to be drunk and fall on the floor and all that -

I don't really like that much.

If Marisa was like that when she was young,

I don't think I'd fancy going out with her too long.

I'd have dumped her!

Ooh, if looks could kill!

Meanwhile, Judith Roberts has also been watching Kayla's driving.

I would like to see her concentrate a bit more but, on the whole,

I think she did very well. She got there in one piece.

She managed the motorway

and I'll be interested to see how her final drive goes.

Kayla's jaunt to Brighton went well.

But she hasn't got the car yet - one more trip to go.

It's only a couple of days before Bradley

needs to hand the car keys back.

Tonight, he's off clubbing to a regular haunt in Southend.

-SHOUTS:

-Road trip!

This last journey is also Bradley's most challenging.

Leaving from Nick's house, it's by far his furthest-ever drive

at just over 42 miles, and will take in his first real experience

of driving on a dual carriageway at up to 70 miles an hour.

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

-BLEEP

-this rain, man.

The weather might be bad, but that's still not stopping Bradley

getting up to his old trick of speeding.

That's the kind of speed I want to see, Brad.

-That's average.

-Keep it up.

-Look at this, lads -

open road, Southend with the boys! What more do you want on a Monday?

-Here we go, lads.

-Where do I park...?

Wisely, the boys have decided to check into a hotel for the night,

so they can forget about the car and get on the drinks.

And arriving at the club, Bradley's in the mood for partying.

# ..Sexy and I know it. #

Want to get pissed. Want to get proper on it.

-BLEEP

-college tomorrow. Get on it -

while it's cheap drinks, make the most of it.

MUSIC: "Good Feeling" by Flo Rida

Fuelled by shots, Bradley and the boys go hunting.

They may not have worked in London,

but in Essex, Bradley's chat-up lines are hitting the spot.

Just your colour, Bradley!

Talking of "the count", Bradley, I make it 12 drinks and four women.

-SLURRED:

-I prefer pulling girls or living life, at the end of the day.

-BLEEP

-college tomorrow!

Sharon, my teacher, I'm sorry, but this is life!

That should impress Dad Chris(!)

At 3am, the boys cut their losses and head back to the hotel.

It's 11.30 the next morning, and the boys have already missed college.

-What a night! What

-a

-night! I'm having a long drive home now.

And they're all nursing hangovers.

But just as Bradley starts the engine, the film crew steps in,

fearing that even now, Bradley could still be over the limit.

-Do you think you're OK to drive?

-I don't know but I should be.

Could you just turn the key off and step out for me a sec?

Stay there boys, OK?

Have you got a breathalyser?

By my count, you had about 15 units of alcohol.

Because of that, I HAVE to breathalyse you,

to make sure that you are within the legal limit, OK?

The magic number is 35, the limit in the UK.

-Just blow?

-Yeah, just keep blowing.

Keep blowing, keep blowing.

Bradley, it says 70. That's exactly double the legal drive limit.

-Messy night.

-Yeah. LADS LAUGH

-Obviously, for that reason, I can't let you drive home.

-Yeah.

Despite being over eight hours since his last drink,

Bradley is still twice over the limit.

-Lads, sorry, I can't drive home.

-Oh, no!

-I've got work at six.

-I'm double the thing.

-Oh, mate!

-So what are we going to do, then?

-I dunno!

-I'm meant to be in college now as well.

-Oh, yeah.

-BLEEP!

-Go get something to eat, sober up.

-And see how I feel then.

This is a joke, Brad. You shouldn't have drank that much.

What do you mean me? You was the one buying me drinks at the bar.

In the hope of sobering him up,

the boys grab some chips on the seafront.

Now it's starting to rain. This day can't get any worse.

We need to start thinking about the next day, instead of just the night.

Raining, hung-over.

After a couple of hours of fresh sea air,

Bradley is safely under the limit and able to drive home.

MUSIC: "Ho Hey" by The Lumineers

A couple of days later, and Bradley's week has ended.

He hasn't got a clue that Dad Chris and Gran Lisa

have been secretly watching what he's been up to.

They won't be alone in deciding if Bradley deserves a car of his own.

Former traffic officer Judith is on her way

to watch the final journey with them.

He's a young lad who'd probably appreciate having his own freedom.

But Bradley doesn't know that we've had a black box fitted to his car,

and that has shown up some VERY interesting data.

# I belong to you, you belong to me

# You're my sweetheart... #

The three of them sit down to watch Bradley's final road trip.

Are we ready to watch part three?

-Yes, let's hope we don't get a shock of our life.

-We'll see now.

-BLEEP

-this rain, man!

-So far, so good. It's early days.

-It's much better than before.

-There's no arguing, there's no chaos.

-That's what I mean, yeah.

-That's the kind of speed I want to see, Brad.

-That's average.

- As an ex-police officer,

I would have pulled him over at that speed and given him a ticket.

-Oh, gosh.

-Which is three points.

-Which is fair enough.

If a pedestrian is hit at 30 miles an hour,

then they've got an 80% chance of survival.

There is only a 10% chance of survival at 40 miles an hour.

It's getting quite serious and he needs to curb it.

-BLEEP

-college tomorrow. While it's cheap drinks, make the most of it.

He's being irresponsible there about his college, his attitude.

-Similar to when he's in the car.

-Yeah.

-If he ain't going to college, he can come out and...

-Get a job.

Get a job. It's pointless going there.

-LISA:

-Mamma mia!

They had five drinks there. I didn't see any of them being sipped.

It was all straight down - all three of them were doing it.

-JUDITH:

-That's a blonde, a brunette, a blonde.

-LISA:

-I'm shocked. Not of him - he's a man - but the girls.

-Just blow?

-Yeah. Just keep blowing.

Keep blowing.

It says 70.

-Whoa!

-So that was...

-No.

-..twice over the limit.

I'm really quite angry to see that he was willing to get in the car.

If he had got stopped, he would have been banned from driving.

I think this will be a wake-up call to him.

To be honest, it's a little bit of a wake-up call to me.

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

So, it makes my decision very, very difficult.

-Rather you than me.

-Yeah. Yes, true!

Bradley's making his way over to his gran's house,

thinking he's just dropping off the car.

As the sun sets on his week of driving,

he has no idea what he's about to face.

-Come.

-You all right?

-I was stuck in traffic the whole time.

-Where have you been?

-I've got a surprise for you.

-What?

CHRIS CHUCKLES

-All this driving and filming...

-Yeah.

..and clubbing and getting drunk with your friends,

I've been secretly watching it all.

-No, you ain't.

-Yes, I have.

-I know you haven't!

-I've watched all of it.

-I think you're lying.

I swear to you, I'm telling the truth.

There's another little surprise, I'd like you to introduce Judith.

-Hello, I'm Judith Roberts.

-Nice to meet you.

-I'm an ex-traffic police officer.

-OK.

-I've been brought in to view your driving.

-Yeah.

With a view to either offering you a car of your own

and, if I don't think you're ready, then some advanced driving lessons.

Yeah, I think I done all right, though.

-You think you did OK?

-Yeah.

-OK.

-Considering.

But will he still be so confident

after watching his week behind the wheel?

I ain't going to speed round the bend. Can't see what's coming.

It's been all right, so far.

-What's the limit?

-35, so that's exactly double.

Before he discovers whether he's getting his own car

or a trip back to driving school,

Bradley has a chance to plead his case.

There was a few bad points.

Some I didn't realise I'd done that now I've seen that I shouldn't have.

-Yeah, looking back at it, there was room for improvements.

-OK.

It's not just about the driving. What's this about the college?

-You don't care about the college.

-I do.

-Why go out on a Monday?

-It's cheaper.

-You'll have to stop it, won't you?

I'm not going to not go out, just to play football.

In general, you need to take more responsibility in everything.

All right.

-Make sure you do it, cos you can't carry on like that.

-All right.

What you don't know, in the vehicle is a telemetry box.

It's like a black box that records all your speed.

At one point, you were doing 49 in a 30.

Yeah.

I just... I just don't get from you that you're taking this all in.

-Yeah, I am.

-You just sit there and you're thinking,

"Well, it's just a little bit over."

-It could have been a lot worse. There are people that drive...

-Oh.

There might be... There might be people that drive faster than you.

It strikes me that... It's always somebody else's fault.

As soon as you get behind the wheel, that vehicle is YOUR responsibility.

Now for the moment of truth.

I think, in this instance, Bradley,

I really don't think you're ready for a car at the moment.

You would benefit from some advanced driving lessons.

I don't think it would benefit me, but if you think it will

and everyone thinks it's for the best, if it'll help me out,

improve me as a driver, improve the safety of me and others, then yeah.

The constant speeding and his drink-driving

could well have been the nail in his coffin - literally.

Sadly for Bradley, though, instead of his own motor,

he's been asked to go on an advanced driving course.

HORN BLARES

# Oh, oh, starry eyed... #

It's almost the end of a hectic week in South London.

Kayla's getting ready for a night out with her mates.

What do you think, Mum?

Is I looking buff? She's got boobies, I don't have boobies.

Not that she fits in it, she's completely falling out of it.

Did I say you could eat my chocolate?

-Help yourself(!) Do you want some chocolate?

-No, thanks.

It looks better with these on.

With or without?

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Just the golds are different!

Shall we just stay at home?

KAYLA GIGGLES

-OK.

-We are ready.

-Bye, Mum.

See you later!

Kayla and Emily are going clubbing in Central London,

picking up mates Sam, Chris and Richard along the way.

Kayla will be driving into Central London for the first time.

With a car full of mates and the temptation to drink,

it's going to be her toughest challenge yet.

How does it feel being a designated driver?

-Are you trying to patronise me?

-Yeah.

-I'll kick you out the car.

-I dare you. Go! Green!

Oh, no, it's not.

-It's green there.

-What ARE you?

-It's green there!

-No, really, get out the car right now.

You just told me to go when it was a red... Yeah, get out!

The girls pick up the boys - Sam, Chris and Richard.

Look at all of them in their suits!

-You guys look smart!

-You don't. Kayla, are you not drinking?

-No, I'm designated driver.

-I'm not drinking with you.

-Why?

-I will be sick.

-You're drinking, Richard!

-BLEEP

-I will buy you drink.

And finally, they're on their way to the West End...

or are they?

-What's the sat nav saying?

-We're not on the road!

-For

-BLEEP

-sake!

-Oh, for

-BLEEP

-sake!

Don't we want to go down there?

A car full of teenagers? In Central London?

It must be Gangnam o'clock!

MUSIC: "Gangnam Style" by PSY

Dancing in the car, Kayla misses her green light...

# Hey, sexy lady... #

..but decides to go through a red.

-Do you think the light's

-BLEEP

-broken? I'm just going to go.

That was the worst drive of my life!

Once in the club, it's Gangnam part two.

MUSIC: "Gangnam Style" by PSY

The big question is, did Kayla stay off the booze?

I had a Coke. So after all the stress from driving, I had a Coke!

Nice relaxing Coke.

Two days later, and Kayla's week has come to an end.

Along the way, Dad Jeff and Mum Marisa have been assessing

whether Kayla's ready to have her own car,

or whether she'd be better off taking an advanced driving course.

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

Judith is on her way to watch Kayla's last car trip with them.

So far, I think she's done quite well,

so I'll be very interested to see how her last drive has gone.

Ultimately, the final decision lies with Judith.

-Hello.

-Pleased to meet you.

Judith sits down with Jeff and Marisa

to watch Kayla's final road trip.

Go! Green!

-Oh, no. It's not. It's green there.

-What ARE you?

Emily!

What's the sat nav saying?

-We're not on the road.

-For

-BLEEP

-sake!

She's stressed out. She's staying calm, but she's stressed.

-Oh, for

-BLEEP

-sake!

-Don't we want to go down there?

-Yeah.

Say calm, Kayla. Concentrate!

What she needs to do now is pull over and say, "Time out here."

She's leaning on the top of the steering wheel.

If she hits a pothole or somebody hits her...

-Yeah. She'll get...

-Yeah.

But you can see she's SO stressed, really stressed.

-Look at that.

-Here we go.

-Oh, no!

-Do you think the light's

-BLEEP

-broken? I'm just going to go.

Is that not a red light?

Looks like a red light, yes.

-Cos the light just stayed the same for ever.

-That's true.

- I'm not sure what her thought process there was,

but they are distracting her.

She should just say, "Look, can we have time out, quiet while I concentrate?"

-After all the stressful driving, I had a Coke.

-Nice relaxing Coke.

That's actually a really nice comment that she's just had nothing.

She used to drive my car, I'm actually a driving instructor.

-Yeah, I figured!

-Yeah? Oh, no!

I did figure!

All credit to her, she didn't use her phone.

She wasn't tempted to drink, which is a responsible attitude.

Apart from, I wasn't sure about the red light.

Yeah, I saw that.

Kayla thinks she's returning the keys to her mum's car.

She has no idea what she's about to be confronted with.

Oh, hello.

We've been watching you all this week - naughty, naughty!

And this lady here is Judith.

-Hello.

-Hi.

-She's a police officer.

-OK.

-Traffic police officer. What have you done?

-Traffic police?

Come to take your licence!

I've been brought in to look at your driving with a view to either

an advanced driving course, if I think you would benefit from it,

or if I thought that you were capable

of being safely out there on your own,

then you would get your own car as a reward.

-So, basically, I did bad!

-Would you like to take a seat?

Time for Kayla to watch her week behind the wheel.

-SCREAMS:

-Left or right?

-That's a one-way street!

-BLEEP!

-Right!

-What are you doing?

Fail!

-LAUGHING:

-All right, Mr Driving Instructor.

-You should be concentrating.

-This was on the motorway, so...

-Doesn't matter.

-It actually makes it worse.

You should only concentrate on the road.

Watch this. You realise what you've just done?

-Yeah. I thought the light was broken.

-Are you sure?

I'm positive, I probably sat there for 15 minutes -

I thought it was broken.

-How do you think you did? Overall?

-Very bad, looking at that. Very bad.

-How do you think you could improve things?

-Concentrate more.

OK, and how would you do that?

I'd have to tell people to be quiet, I think.

-You'd have to mean it.

-Yeah.

Most of your...misdemeanours

were done with screaming and shouting in the car.

-Distractions.

-Yeah.

-Posing for photographs on the motorway.

Not a great idea, you know.

You have a flat tyre or a blow-out,

or if a car suddenly stops in front of you

and you're posing for the camera, you're not in control.

It's decision time.

I have made a decision, based on what I've seen,

and I think that, on this occasion...

..you would benefit from having your own car.

SCREAMING AND LAUGHTER

-Don't have to drive the spaceship any more.

-I can have my car back.

Thank you!

-I was about to be like, "You

-BLEEP!"

I thought you were going to make me have courses! I was like, "No!"

LAUGHTER

You DARE say that!

I could feel the... I could feel it coming.

You like a Mini, don't you?

-Yeah, I like Minis.

-Not too big.

-I'm going to cry if I get a Mini.

A few weeks later and Kayla's come to collect her car.

Jeff's picked it for her, so she has no idea what it is.

Is it a Mini? No.

It's actually quite nice.

But she seems pretty happy with it.

HORN HONKS

And so, an over-the-moon Kayla drives off in her very own car.

MUSIC: "Glamorous" by Fergie

In the end, Bradley decided

that he didn't want to go on the advanced driving course.

And he still doesn't have a car of his own.

Next time on Barely Legal Drivers - we meet two very different teens.

-BLEEP!

-Scaring the hell out of me.

Oh, my God!

# And when we drink with George She downs it all in eight. #

-Christ!

-Go, go, go!

-You went through a red light.

-I'm not leaving him.

HE RETCHES

-I think he's had a bit too much.

-It's horrible.

LOUD BANG

-Just kind of scratched the wall.

-Scratched the wall?!

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