Caz and Lloyd Barely Legal Drivers

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

This programme contains some strong language

In this series, we are following inexperienced teens

to see what they are really like behind the wheel.

SHOUTING

Fasten your seatbelts because each week,

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

Don't start, before I punch you in your face.

They believe we are filming a slice of modern teenage life.

But in fact,

-it's all about their driving.

-BANG

My flaming car!

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

-Ah! She's posing!

Don't drink that up in one go! Oh, my God!

Each team will go on three road trips, geared towards

testing every aspect of their driving.

Get out of the car now!

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

the parents will have a decision to make.

I wasn't happy with her. I worked really hard to keep my mouth shut.

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 teens.

Caroline 'Caz' Asabalutan.

An Essex girl who's not backward in coming forward.

What are you doing with your life? Mug. Idiot.

And Lloyd Robling, who likes to play the joker.

I just tried to open the front door with my car key!

But behind this hapless facade,

he hides a tragedy he's still coming to terms with.

Can we stop a bit?

Will it be reward or retribution for either of these teams

-when their parents see them behind the wheel?

-Bloody hell!

Oh, Lloyd!

Welcome to Barely Legal Drivers.

This is 19-year-old Caroline Asabalutan from Essex.

I think I'm friendly. Bubbly character. I talk a lot.

Events manager Caz lives at home with her brother Imun, sister

Yinka and her mum, care worker Yemi, who divorced ten years ago.

My dad talks... We don't talk to him often. We know where he lives.

He knows where we live but it's like maybe twice a year, we might see him.

And that's about it. I don't really have much of a relationship with him.

I used to. I used to be, like, daddy's little girl but not any more.

Being a single parent, thank God they never gave me any problems.

We are a very close family, I think. We get on. We have a lot of banter.

I love my kids! I love... I love them to bits.

I work hard for the three of them.

Yemi may be a doting mum but even she admits her kids aren't perfect.

Caroline argues a lot but I don't take that from her.

What I tell you to do you should do.

It is mostly the argument comes from Caroline.

Because Caroline never wants to take no.

-That is such a lie!

-What about you?

-I cook all the time!

-You never cook!

The only person that cooks, that helps me, is Yinka.

Because you don't cook. You, only when your friends are round.

-No, but if I'm hungry, I'll cook.

-No, no, no.

No, because none of you cook, it's only me that cooks.

-OK.

-No, no, no. Not all the time.

Not all the time, only when you can be bothered.

Caz isn't just boisterous at home.

She's funny, loud, centre of attention, Caz.

She is, like, life and soul of the party.

A nightmare. I'll say that, she is a nightmare.

Despite only passing her test a year ago,

she thinks she's the bomb behind the wheel.

I would say that I'm a good driver. I call myself a pro.

I think she thinks she's a better driver than she is.

And Caz has an outrageous driving theory.

I drive better when I'm... I think I drive better when I'm tipsy.

I think I focus more because I think, I don't want to crash.

Yeah, you heard that right.

Not surprisingly, mum Yemi is worried about

what she might witness this week.

It's like spying on her because there was an occasion she was drunk.

When she was in school.

Since then, I think she learned a lesson,

but I'm not sure if she does drive when she's drunk.

So this time, everything is going to... I'm going to see the facts.

And if it's really bad, I'm going to ground her.

She wouldn't do it.

This is 19-year-old Lloyd Robling,

a Welsh drama student who lives in Cardiff.

"The smell of sausages reached the wolf and he sniffed them..."

Because he was on the roof.

One thing our budding thespian isn't famous for is his focus.

I'm quite dopey sometimes. I've got the concentration span of a fish.

Not great when you're learning lines.

But for mum Karen and dad Richard,

there's more to Lloyd than a lack of concentration.

Lloyd is a determined character, he's quite stubborn as well.

When he wants something or if he's set his heart on something,

he will go out to do it, extremely determined.

He can speak his mind, makes friends easily.

He's quite humorous.

Very strong-willed, very loving and we're very close as a family.

Lloyd goes to the University of Glamorgan

and lives at this student flat in Cardiff with mate Aled.

Aled is my best mate in uni. He's a bit of a dick. Only joking.

Just the dopiest kid I've ever met in my life. He's just clueless.

Despite the mutual admiration, the duo are inseparable

and known as Alloyd.

If Aled goes home, Lloyd goes home.

If Aled's in his room, Lloyd's in there.

If Lloyd's in his room, Aled's in there.

If you see them apart, you know something's gone on.

They've probably had a little tiff or something.

-And he lifts me up like that.

-Never apart, really.

Alloyd seems the perfect nickname.

They study together and work out together.

So this week, they will definitely be, erm, together.

Lloyd's driving history is colourful, to say the least.

He started driving about two years ago.

And, um, very confident with his driving.

He thought he knew best and he had a few slip-ups.

He had to take his test six times.

Within a month, he was unlucky enough to have a little bump.

I drove home with the windshield still iced over

and I ran into the back of a car. It wasn't a good day.

While Lloyd was lucky he suffered no serious injury,

a few months after he wrote his car off,

tragedy hit his circle of close friends.

About a year ago, Lloyd lost a school friend through a car accident

and it affected him deeply.

At that time, it was very traumatic for him.

But he doesn't really like to talk about it.

He knows it happened and he remembers his friend in his own way,

but it's not something that he talks about regularly.

And despite everything that's happened,

dad Richard still has concerns.

He's a teenager and I do believe he is responsible

but like the rest of us, I don't think he's perfect either.

Caz and Lloyd don't know it

but they have a week to show off their driving skills.

Depending on how they do, they could both be driving away

in their own set of wheels.

Near Newport in Wales,

Lloyd is sitting down to lunch with his mum, Karen.

-You've got your holiday booked, haven't you?

-Yeah.

-How many going?

-Ten.

So you are obviously going for the sightseeing(?)

-Yeah.

-Staying in a hotel like The Inbetweeners, in the film?

HE BURPS Hopefully.

-Hello.

-All right?

Although Lloyd's parents are divorced,

the family remain close, with dad Richard often popping round.

-Cheers, Dad.

-Be careful.

-I will. Don't worry.

-Have fun but be careful.

Lloyd's completely clueless that the reason he's got the keys

to his dad's car is so both his parents can secretly watch

everything he gets up to behind the wheel.

Three hours east in Billericay, Essex, Caz's family are just

back from church and getting ready to eat.

You're a baboon!

-Caz, can you do the salad?

-SHE LAUGHS

Why are you laughing? It's not funny.

-Do it because you don't want to do anything. Very lazy.

-I'm not lazy.

You are.

In this house, the banter never stops, especially over Sunday lunch.

-Mum, what's this called again?

-Dodo.

Every time you say it...

OK, fried plantain. But we call it in Nigeria, dodo.

I don't want to know what they call it. One more time, one more time.

-Dodo.

-THEY LAUGH

Before they can eat, the family say grace.

-OK, you pray.

-And quiet descends on the Asabalutan household.

But not for long.

LAUGHTER

Caz gets the keys to mum Yemi's car,

but with some conditions attached.

Please, you're going to drop me at the station tomorrow

and here's the key and you as well pick me up in the evening,

maybe around five.

OK. And then push her in the right direction!

And after that, you push her in the right direction and then...

LAUGHTER

Caz thinks the car is to help her get around.

She has no idea her mum is going to be spying on her.

It's early the next morning

and Caz is supposed to be taking her mum to the station, as agreed.

Hurry up, please.

Then she's going to buy new curtains in Romford with mate Jake.

Caz is going to drop Mum off, then pick Jake up and drive

the 13 miles from Billericay to Romford, via Brentwood.

This should be simple for someone

who thinks they're such a good driver.

Thank you.

Once Mum's out of the way, she gets Jake.

Oh, my gosh, your hair looks so good.

Now for curtain shopping.

-Have you got all the sizes with you?

-Oh, shit.

That would be ideal, wouldn't it?

Do I go this way or straight?

-Pick one, pick one, pick one.

-Straight.

-OK.

Not sure Caz should be letting Jake make the decisions on the road

and then Caz has a serious lapse of concentration.

-BRAKES SQUEAL

-Oh, my God.

Oh, that was close.

I didn't pay attention!

If there had been a car in the other lane, it could have been fatal.

I'm not going to lie, that scared me too.

No, but then I still survived.

We're alive, aren't we? THEY LAUGH

# Tonight let's get some

# And live while we're young... #

And with curtains in hand, the pair get back on the road again

but it's not long before Caz's concentration drifts again.

-What's he doing?

-What are you doing with your life?

-Get out the road.

-You can still get out, you mug.

Twat. Idiot.

PHONE RINGS

Her mobile's ringing. Is she going to answer it?

Oh, my mummy's calling me.

-Where is she?

-At uni.

Do you want me to answer? Just say, "Caz is driving?"

-No. It will distract me.

-Good choice. Looks like Mum will have to wait.

Caz makes it home safely with the curtains. Mission accomplished.

The next day, Yemi pops over to her friend Sarah's house

for a glimpse into Caz's first journey.

-How are you? How are you doing?

-Hi, I'm fine.

With a teenager of her own, Sarah is the perfect person to help.

I'm expecting conversation, quite a lot,

rather than too much concentration on how she is actually driving.

This is the start of Yemi's mission to see if Caz deserves her own car.

TYRES SQUEAL

Oooh! She could've had an accident on that one!

Why is she laughing?

-What are you doing with your life?

-Get out the road.

You can still get out, you mug. Twat. Idiot.

-Bit of road rage there.

-Rude.

-'You muppet.'

PHONE RINGS

Oh, my mummy's calling me.

Please don't answer the phone!

-No!

-'No, it will distract me.'

-Oh, that's good.

-Good.

When you're driving you don't need to chat too much

and, you know, it distracts sometimes. I always tell her.

You know, thank God she didn't even play the music.

-At least she didn't answer the phone, though.

-Yeah.

I... You know, she's lucky for that

because I've warned her, don't ever answer.

Because she likes texting and all those things,

thank God she didn't do that.

Caz did well not answering her phone but her lack of concentration

could scupper her chances of getting a car.

Over in Cardiff, inseparable mates Aled and Lloyd, Alloyd,

are showing unusual behaviour for students.

They're cleaning.

There's a reason for the early start - rugby.

They've got tickets to see Lloyd's brother,

who plays professionally for Newport Gwent Dragons.

Going to go out there soon and have some food, then go watch the rugby.

Happy days.

Lloyd's going from his flat in central Cardiff, via his mum's

to pick up the tickets, to the rugby ground in Newport.

It's a journey of 26 miles, involving motorways,

country roads and city streets.

This will be the first time in a car since Lloyd's crash 15 months ago

and since his friend died in a car accident.

Will his nerves get the better of him?

Feel weird, driving again?

Erm...

Feels natural, mate. Feels like this is where I should be.

-A remarkably relaxed Lloyd approaches his first tunnel.

-Ready?

-Try and hold your breath?

-Three, two, one.

-I'm shit.

It may seem innocent enough

but playing games means Lloyd isn't concentrating on the road.

And let's face it, concentration isn't his strong point.

-You're breathing through your nose, like.

-I'm not.

-Just breathe.

Fun and games over, the boys finally reach Lloyd's mum's house.

First things first - laundry.

-My laundry for you.

-No launderettes in Cardiff, are there?

-No.

-There's not much anyway.

-Right, OK.

I'll have to show you how to work the washing machine.

Will do. Bye.

# You ain't nothing but a troublemaker, girl

# You had me hooked again from the minute you sat down... #

Forgot my wallet!

# ..Trouble troublemaker that's your middle name... #

Childish!

With wallet in back pocket,

Lloyd starts pondering the great mysteries of life.

You know on left-hand drive cars?

The accelerator and all is in exactly the same place, isn't it?

Do you reckon it'd be easier for left-footed people

-to have it the other way round?

-No.

Probably would.

-Why?

-I dunno.

# ..I swear you're giving me a heart attack... #

Finally, they arrive at the game in time for kick-off.

Unfortunately the closest our crew could get to the rugby

is watching Lloyd go to the gents.

Oh, smells nice in here.

The following evening near Newport, Lloyd's parents secretly meet

to watch his first drive in over a year.

-Ready?

-Ready.

-OK, here we go.

He's not as nervous as I am. That's for sure.

No. He's quite relaxed, isn't he?

-It's class to have the car.

-Does it feel weird to drive again?

-Erm...

SHE LAUGHS

It's like The Likely Lads!

'Like this is where I should be.'

-Ready?

-Try and hold your breath?

-Three, two, one.

-I'm shit.

Holding their breath through the tunnel. OK. Children. Yes.

I don't think that's particularly appropriate, is it?

I think we'll have words about that one.

You're OK, yeah. Go, go, go, go.

-'Not too bad.

-No, it could be worse.'

Driving seemed OK.

-You always want him to concentrate more, I think.

-Yeah.

And I'll probably never stop nagging him about it anyway.

My father was still like it with me until I was about 49, I think.

An otherwise good drive was let down by Lloyd's

lapses of concentration, but there are still two more journeys to go

and a lot can happen.

Coming up, Caz goes bump in the night.

-CRASH

-Bloody hell!

And Lloyd wraps his laughing gear around a breathalyser.

It's Thursday night and in Essex, Thursday is the new Friday

so Caz is about to show Billericay who's boss.

This is ghetto, right now, what I'm doing.

I did it when I was in school, stuffed tissue in my bra.

Doing stretches, it fell out and I was like, "Blowing my nose."

I was proper trying to style it out. It was well embarrassing.

She is getting ready with Jake and her boyfriend of two years, Josh.

-I think I'm ready.

-Think you're ready, yeah!

-I think I'm ready. Do you think I need another coat of make-up?

-No.

I need to moisturise my elbows.

ALL: Cheers!

Caz's brother Imun and his girlfriend Vicky

join them for drinks.

Don't drink too much.

If not, I will come down there and disgrace you.

That's me.

Cab's here!

First stop, Billericay High Street.

-Don't tell Mum.

-Don't tell Mum!

With the drinks flowing,

conversation can turn to more important matters.

If you put bronzer in-between your cleavage, like three strokes

and then do an arch, it makes them look two cup sizes bigger.

-Does it actually work?

-Yeah.

I'd have a boob job if my boobs weren't the right size.

But my boobs, my boobs are all right, right now.

-There you go.

-Oh, my gosh!

-See?

-I've got big boobs.

The night is young and Caz has a cunning plan.

The Red Lion does cheap... like, six shots for a fiver.

They are only an hour into the night

and Caz is about to hit the third venue.

-Cheers, big ears.

-ALL: Cheers!

Essex has been well and truly owned.

Good job Caz left the car keys at home.

The next night, we're in Essex again

and it's halfway through Caz's week.

Tonight, she's going clubbing with mates Jess and Jake.

We were thinking about going to Sugar Hut tonight.

Sugar Hut is more, like, dressy.

Everyone's dolled up to the nines, trying to kind of impress.

I'm driving so that's going to put a dampener on how much I drink, really.

It's not going to completely stop me from drinking

but I've got to think smartly about how much I drink

and how long I have to sober up.

Caz is starting the night with a rose and lemonade

before Jake and Jess demand shots and insist Caz joins in.

-I'm not going to do a shot.

-Why not?

-Because I'm driving.

Very sensible.

They settle on brandy for Jake and Jess and a shot of water for Caz.

Good night...

-Don't drink too much.

-I won't. I'm driving.

-Don't drink at all.

No, I can have a couple of drinks. I'll be sober before I come home.

-I will, I promise. Trust me.

-Just act reasonable.

Bye, Mum.

From her home in Billericay to the nightclub in Brentwood

is a distance of eight miles. Not far at all.

But it's Caz's first night ever as a designated driver.

But five minutes in and Caz is already feeling like partying.

Oh, no, I really want to get drunk though.

-It's only Sugar Hut.

-It's only Brentwood.

But, no, not being funny but there is loads of police.

There is loads of police.

Should I just call Josh's brother, "At three o'clock in the morning,

"can you please drive my car...?"

It's only open till...

two.

They finally arrive and, looking to park,

Caz has a lapse of concentration again.

-CRASH

-Oh, bloody hell!

-Mind the kerb!

-Oh!

-I

-was looking at the parking sign!

-Kill us! Oh, God!

-SHE LAUGHS

Mum didn't want her to drink at all, but after sloshing out large ones

for her friends, Caz has a weak spritzer.

As the evening wears on, Jake and Jess carry on drinking

but despite her boast about driving tipsy,

Caz is happy to nurse an empty glass.

-What time does the kebab van close?

-Three or four.

Shall we say about, like, 20 minutes we'll leave?

Having had just two diluted drinks across the whole evening,

the night ends with Caz driving all her friends home safely.

Cos I'm a good girl.

The following evening in Billericay,

Yemi and Sarah sit down for another peek at Caz's latest mischief.

First up, her night on the town.

-The boyfriend carried her.

-Yeah.

-And the bag.

Is she drunk? Why is she carried?

And then Caz's second trip,

driving her mum's car to the nightclub in Brentwood.

-I won't have to pay parking, will I?

-You don't... Oh!

-Bloody hell!

She's just gone and hit something.

'I was looking at the parking sign!'

-What'd she hit?

-What's that...

-I don't know.

-She's hit the kerb. She's gone over the kerb.

And despite that, in spite of talking, you know,

when they are talking...

-They are not careful.

-She's not concentrating.

-Exactly!

I want to see if she's going to drink.

So she's diluting her drinks.

I always tell her, don't drink if you know you want to drive.

-Right.

-So, I'm going to find out how much.

I've had in mind that I'm going to take that car from her...

-Right.

-..until she becomes reasonable.

I'm not saying she is not,

but when going out with friends, for safety purposes, you don't drink.

That's me.

Luckily, Yemi won't be alone in deciding whether

Caz's performance warrants a car or advanced driving lessons.

Former traffic cop Judith Roberts has been casting

an expert eye on Caz's driving.

With 20 years' experience on the force,

Judith's job is to help and advise Yemi.

'And there's the parking. I won't have to pay parking, would I?

-'No, you don't.

-Oh, bloody hell!

-'God.

-Oh!

'I was looking at the parking sign.

'Oh, God.'

Having viewed her second drive, I'm...

I'm disappointed to see that she even considered getting into the car

and driving her friends home.

Um, I think she should have been far more mature,

I think she should have said, "I'm not going to risk it.

"I'm going to leave the car here

"and I'll get a friend, or Mum, or a taxi to drive us home."

Even though Caz was safely under the limit, Judith has a zero tolerance

when it comes to drinking and driving.

Caz has one more drive to turn things around.

Ah, ah...

Way out west in Cardiff,

Alloyd are putting the finishing touches to their hairdos.

-Hairspray?

-Decent.

I swear we're like women when it comes to getting ready, aren't we?

It's the weekend! And tonight, Lloyd is hitting the town without a car.

With him are mates Jack, Connor, and, of course, Al.

They picked this location for its student-friendly cocktails,

roughly translated as massive and ridiculously cheap.

Got a bit of Dutch courage, I'm not steaming

but, you know, I've had a beer.

Yeah, I'm feeling good.

To feel even better, Lloyd inhales another cocktail.

And just to be 100% certain, he has another one. Oh, and a beer.

Yes, that'll help.

Finally, the boys depart for a club and a bit of a dance.

I've got no money left, so I'm not going to buy any more drinks,

but if someone buys me one then I'm not going to refuse.

Even though I shouldn't probably have any more drinks

because I'm pretty hammered.

But I'm, you know, I'm good. Good. Top boy.

Here he is!

Fish hook?

Look out, ladies. There's a full moon tonight.

Do we look like wankers?

Two days later in Cardiff, and Lloyd's leaving for Aberystwyth.

-Now, if only he could remember why.

-Why are we going to Aberystwyth?

-When?

-Why?

-To uni.

-Yeah, but what...?

-I'm not the best person to ask.

Something to do with uni. Er, yeah.

Lloyd's driving from Cardiff, via his mum's for laundry,

to Aberystwyth for a uni away-day.

The three-hour journey is the furthest he's ever driven.

The big question is, will he be able to concentrate for that long?

And driving up with them is classmate Ffion.

Fi, in the back there's a pot of yoghurt

-that you can basically just drink.

-I know.

Lloyd's planned pit stop to his mum's

should only take a few minutes,

but to get to his clean pants, he has to get the car up the drive.

ENGINE REVS

-Oh, no.

-Ha-ha!

-Ha-ha!

-Oh, my God, son. You're so dull!

ENGINE REVS

Fantastic! Cheers, Lloyd.

-Give it a push.

-I've got to push?!

FFION SCREAMS

It looks like Lloyd's not ready for off-roading,

but Ffion's been driving for two years

and she knows which pedals are which.

And that, boys, is how it's done.

Now for Aberystwyth and with the rain, one of the main

causes of accidents on the roads, Lloyd will need to be extra careful.

-No cheating now.

-Ready.

Or maybe not. The holding your breath game? Again?

As day turns to night, the weather improves.

Six lanes of motorway turn to two lanes of country road.

SINGS: "Someone Like You" by Adele

# ..I wish nothing but the best for you too... #

Alloyd's dulcet tones carry them all the way to Aberystwyth,

where they wave goodbye to Ffion and finally,

after five and a half hours for a three-hour journey,

they arrive safe and sound.

-How good was the driving, Al?

-It was good.

-Fantastic.

-It was good.

-No, it was fantastic.

-It was good.

-How are you getting home?

It was fantastic.

The following morning, hung over from the night before, Lloyd, Aled

and Ffion arrive at their away-day.

Wisely, they've left the car behind and cadged a lift.

I'm the only sober one here.

Can't find where we're meant to be.

A bit lost.

They're also late for class.

Because it was a late one last night,

it's probably not the best idea to drive in.

No point putting other people in danger.

Lloyd has a very good reason for being so sensible,

though he rarely talks about it.

One of my mates died a year ago in a car crash.

I think it was just like...

..possibly driving a bit too quick

round the corners and the car toppled.

And unfortunately he came off worse. So...

I wasn't driving at the time, so this the first time I've driven since it

happened and, obviously, I'm a lot more careful.

Like, I don't... I was never an idiot driving.

Obviously, when you first pass,

everyone drives quite quick, it's just what they do.

There's no point, is there?

It's just not worth it, is it? Not worth it at all.

The following evening, Richard and Karen

get to have another sneaky peek at Lloyd's driving and antics.

First up, the night out with the boys.

What is Aled doing?

Oh, Lloyd!

He's got a little bit of a habit of getting his bottom out, hasn't he?

'Do we look like wankers?'

Oh, Lloyd.

You know, I don't think I'd like to make a habit of watching...

No. You know they do it, but...don't like seeing him drunk at all.

After that eyeful, Richard and Karen steel themselves for Lloyd's

second trip in his dad's car.

Oh, no...

-Oh, no!

-What's this all about?

-Oh, no.

-Just roll it back, Lloyd.

-Where is this?

-This is on the drive.

-He's...

-My tyres.

-He should've just rolled...

I think I can smell the burning rubber, actually, on the laptop.

Richard may be regretting lending Lloyd his car,

but it's ex-traffic cop Judith who gets the final say on

whether he deserves his own set of wheels or not.

He's driven all the way to Aberystwyth,

the furthest he's ever driven.

He hasn't been distracted too badly by his peers.

What I do like to see is that he has taken the decision not to

drive back to uni.

That's a very responsible attitude to take. Good for him.

I think he's done quite well.

Lloyd's decision to get a lift to college has won him brownie points,

but there's one more road trip to go

and the next one will be his toughest test by far.

Back in Essex, there's just two days left before Caz has to

hand the car keys back to her mum.

Today, she's going all the way to Coventry

to visit an old school friend, Sophie.

I have no idea what exactly we're doing tonight.

All I know so far is that they're having a house party.

And then we're going somewhere called Kasbah.

What are you wearing?

Caz and her mates are wisely staying overnight,

but she'll need to be relatively sensible

because in the morning, she's driving everyone home.

Are you ready, guys?

Safety first!

Coventry is 115 miles from Billericay.

They'll be travelling around the M25

and then up the M1 before taking the M45 right into town.

All that motorway driving means the journey should take just

over two hours in normal conditions.

But for Caz, these aren't normal conditions.

And the stress is really starting to get to her.

With a constant stream of comfort food from boyfriend Josh,

the rest of the drive to Coventry is drama free.

Caz's plan is simple.

Ditch the car, have a moderately massive night out,

then drive safely home tomorrow.

I'm so ready to drink now. Now I'm not driving.

The party's in full swing, the car's gone from her mind,

and Caz's moderate night out is turning into a large one.

I think it will be a good night,

because this is just like pre-drinks and getting to know each other

but when we go out to Kasbah it'll be like dancing and chatting and,

"Do you want to get me a drink?

"Yeah. I'll get you a drink - it's only 80p."

I'm planning to get a lot of drinks cos it's only 80p.

Not getting too drunk because I've still got to drive tomorrow.

I don't want to be hung over.

But driving hung over makes you the worst driver in the world.

Caz may be kidding around

but bringing up the driving better when tipsy theory again

won't impress Judith.

They all stick to the plan and party like there's no tomorrow.

Jess goes on to prove her point.

And Jake is having a quick tactical chunder before carrying on.

-Jake, what you want to drink?

-I'll have a vodka and lem...Red Bull.

Back at the hotel, Jess and Jake are not slowing down for anything.

But there are two people who have pulled back from the brink.

-We're going to bed.

-She's got to drive...

I'm being sensible because I'm going to regret it if I don't.

-Good night.

-Night!

My eyes!

It's noon in a cold Coventry car park. Everyone's feeling rough.

But how about Caz?

With one in six arrests for drink-driving

occurring the next morning,

the crew want to make sure about the designated driver.

Clean!

The UK legal limit is 35 micrograms

of alcohol for every 100 millilitres of breath.

Caz's result shows ten - well under the limit.

She's clear to drive home to Essex.

It's the end of the week.

Driving to Billericay to meet Yemi

and her friend Sarah is Judith.

-Hi! You must be Yemi.

-Yes.

-Judith Roberts.

-How are you?

Together, they will watch Caz's final road trip to decide,

is she responsible enough to get her own car

or will she be heading back for advanced driving lessons?

Oh, my gosh! Stop indicating, you idiot!

That's a big lorry and he's, like,

I'm going to indicate and come in front of you

when you're halfway through.

Twat.

Look at her. To be so abusive or talking...

She's already said that the worst thing that she can do is

drive motorways and in the rain,

so those are the two things she's not keen on.

But she is actually not doing too bad, I don't think.

Driving tipsy makes me a better driver,

but driving hungover makes you the worst driver in the world.

Now, this is the pattern that I'm seeing

and this is what I'm actually not liking,

as an ex-police officer but also as a mother.

My main concern, before I make my decision, is her naivete.

So the jury's out until she's here and then we'll have a chat

with Caroline and see what she has to say.

Caz is on the way home to drop off the car keys.

She has no idea what she's about to encounter.

Little does she know that her driving, and her partying,

have been under scrutiny all week and that there's a car at stake.

-I've seen all of what you've been doing.

-Oh, gosh.

Hi. How are you?

Traffic officer. How awkward! You're laughing?

-We've seen everything.

-What? Was it bad? Why didn't you tell me?

Why would I tell you?

I was wondering why she was like, "Caz, have a good time,

"be safe."

I'm like, "Yeah, Mum, see you later." Oh!

Caroline, I've been brought in here to look at the driving in more

depth because at the end of this journey that you've been on,

there's a chance of either advanced driving lessons

if I think you need those, or if I think your driving is good

and you need a bit more practice, then you get your own car.

You should have told me, Mum.

Aw, man!

OK, yeah, go on.

Now it's time for Caz to see the evidence.

-I remember what happened here.

-Yeah.

-I'm glad you remember what happened there.

-Oh! I knew...

CRASH Oh, Bloody hell!

Driving tipsy makes me a better driver, but driving hungover

makes you the worst driver in the world.

There's quite a serious line going along here.

I'd like you to tell me what you think the worst bit of this is.

I think the worst bit for me is the concentration side,

because I never realised how much I don't concentrate.

But there's times, I do things, like,

there's times when people driving in front of me do things really silly,

and I'm quick to sort out the situation,

but then I don't realise how much

I could be the one causing an obstruction.

Absolutely. You are the one with your not concentrating

that could cause an accident.

I'm kind of, it kind of...

freaks me out a little bit.

Because you don't think about it.

It is a bit scary when you get to watch yourself.

My big issue that I've got to get my head around

is your attitude to alcohol.

Because there has been a pattern right the way through this

whole journey that you've been on. And that worries me.

I should really not drink at all really, should I?

It's not that I can't live without it.

Most of the time really it's the peer pressure, isn't it?

But I've never seen it from an outside point of view.

-Nothing wrong with coke and lemonade!

-No.

-Nothing wrong with J2Os!

-No!

-I know.

-I would like you to do a drink awareness course

and an advanced driving course and I think you will benefit from it.

-Yeah, but there's loads of people out there...

-Exactly!

..who drive worse than me.

Ah, but you see, you've got to learn to drive better than them so that

when they make a mistake, you can get out of it.

-OK.

-OK? Mum, are you happy with that?

I'm happy for you to take part in this because this tells you

your responsibility, when to drive, for you to learn a lesson.

Caz did not drive whilst over the limit,

but Judith's fears about her attitude to alcohol

as well as the occasional lapses in concentration,

means she won't be getting a car, for now.

In Cardiff, Lloyd's got a reunion planned

to visit schoolfriend Harry in Reading.

He's going with old mate Meurig and Aled, of course.

First up, the all-important pitstop for booze.

-We've got a real trek ahead of us.

-Reading's not that far.

If you know where it is.

Luckily, Lloyd knows exactly where it is.

Central Cardiff to Reading is 113 miles straight down the M4

and should take two hours.

The boys will stay in Reading and then drive back first thing for lectures.

-Mate, does that mean I really have to stick to 50?

-No, I never do.

-I know, but...

-That's advisory.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

-Cos I just want to get there.

-Yeah!

The weather's awful,

and Lloyd has a car full of passengers drinking alcohol.

How's he going to cope?

Hold one by the neck and put the other,

leave your finger like that, and put the other one upside down

and hook your finger round it, just sort of knock it off.

Well, go on.

Dick. Wait, I think you might have cut the glass there.

-Oh, shit. Get out of this.

-Eyes on the road, Lloyd!

-Sorry.

Finally, the boys gets to Reading safely and, at last, Lloyd can drink.

Another quick couple of beers and the boys are ready to go.

Lloyd is making up for lost time. Anyone for several beers?

Then it's strawpedo time!

Still not satisfied, the boys try snorting their drinks.

Not a good idea.

It's just as well Lloyd's not driving back tomorrow morning.

-What time's your lecture?

-Oh.

-Quarter to 11.

-Ah.

-100%, you will not make it.

-No, I will! I will make it.

-Yeah, he will.

-I took it easy tonight especially.

Back at the boys' flat and it's 3am.

Wait!

CROCKERY SMASHES

-Whoa!

-Watch it, watch it.

Ah, boys will be boys.

It's 9:30, and Lloyd doesn't think he's going to be ready to

drive back to Cardiff.

Yeah, I couldn't drive. I'm knackered.

But two hours later, they finally set off.

However, after last night's mash-up,

he could still have booze in his system.

The crew wants to check he's fit to drive.

Having waited two hours to drive after waking up,

Lloyd's well under the limit and he's good to go back to Cardiff.

Anyone know how to get out of Reading?

A couple of days later,

ex-traffic cop Judith is in Newport for the final viewing.

-Hello!

-Hello! Judith Roberts.

-Hi, come on in.

-Thank you.

She sits down with Lloyd's dad Richard and mum Karen.

-So Aled is drinking in the car there.

-Not the best thing to do. Oh!

No, it just went everywhere.

-'I think you might've cut the glass there...'

-Put your foot down, Lloyd.

-Hang on, he's in the wrong lane.

-Because he's not concentrating.

He's drinking now. He needs to know how many he's drinking

if he's going to drive the next day.

Yeah, but they forget, they forget.

-What's this?

-He's doing a breath test.

Well, I'm glad because he shouldn't drive if he's over.

-How does that equate - .10?

-35 would be the limit.

How do you feel about his drive?

Generally, I think... I've been in the car with him

and he's not a bad driver,

but he need to improve, he needs to sharpen up.

That is my biggest worry at the moment, you know,

his lack of concentrating, his playing around holding the breath,

not signalling...

These are all things that he shouldn't be doing.

-No, no.

-He needs to be told.

Lloyd thinks he's simply popping by to drop off his dad's car keys.

He has no idea that Richard, Judith and Karen are waiting for him.

-Hello.

-Hiya, love! All right? Got something to tell you.

-What?

We've been watching everything.

-No, this is everything we've been watching.

-What, as in...?

Everything you've done, all the nights out, everything in the car.

You reckon?

-Well, let's have a look.

-What?

-Hi. I'm Judith Roberts.

I'm an ex-traffic police officer.

I've been looking at your footage. There's a bit of a twist.

You either get your own vehicle to drive around in, or if we think

you need more lessons then we'll get advanced driving lessons for you.

OK.

So, would you like to have a seat and we'll have a quick look through your drives.

It's crunch time for Lloyd.

-Ready? Try and hold your breath. Three, two, one...

-Why?

-Why are you doing that?

-What, holding your breath?

-In the tunnels.

-you've got to concentrate.

-I was concentrating, Mum.

-No, it's not a good thing to do, Lloyd.

Oh, no. This bit's funny.

-Yeah, is my tyre all right?

-You all right? You got your belt on, Fi?

-Good.

-Whack it on, son.

Good.

I'm not surprised at that, actually.

They put their belts on all the time.

So, what did you think you deserve?

How do you feel - the way forward?

Well, like, obviously I'd love a car,

but, like, watching this obviously I'm going to learn from these

mistakes now that I know what I'm doing wrong.

I've dealt with too many young deaths.

I've knocked on too many doors in the middle of the night

-to tell parents.

-Yeah.

And it's generally through messing around or just not concentrating.

Obviously I've been through it and it's just like, yeah, I know.

-I would never want to put them in danger.

-No.

After the events of last year, Judith's words have touched a nerve.

Lloyd knows better than anyone that cars can kill.

Brings it all back, doesn't it?

-But you've got to learn from your mistakes.

-You do.

Sorry for my sobbing, but...

I don't actually think you'd benefit from advanced driving lessons.

I think actually you're quite a good driver.

I actually think you would probably benefit

from having your own vehicle.

But you have got to promise me that you're going to concentrate and look ahead.

-That's amazing.

-Didn't expect that, did you?

-No.

-Don't know what to say. Thank you.

-I think that's a good start, isn't it?

Losing a friend has shaped Lloyd's attitude to road safety.

He's proved to his parents,

and Judith, that he's ready to get back behind the wheel permanently.

-You're going to get a car!

-I know.

-You're going to get an insured car that you can drive.

-That's amazing.

I... It's not really like, I don't know, it's not sinking in.

-I don't know what say.

-You can choose it. You can choose the car.

-That's amazing!

-Within reason.

-I'll have a Lamborghini, please.

A week later, Caz is back behind the wheel,

only this time under slightly more controlled conditions.

-Don't turn here. Now turn!

-OK.

-Looking for the exit.

I thought I was good driver before, but now I think I'm a rubbish driver.

I hate driving in rain, it's raining today.

I hate driving on ice, but we've got an ice thing.

I hate spinning out, but I spun!

So, it's like, facing all the fears and kind of knowing how

to control them if I was put in that situation again.

Here he is, then!

In Wales, it's been two weeks since Lloyd got the thumbs-up,

and he's off to pick up his car.

I'm absolutely buzzing. Like, ah, man!

I haven't had a car in a year and a half. It's amazing. Dreams!

Dreams!

Buzzing!

Lloyd's got a car to be proud of.

Let's hope he takes better care of this one.

BOYS LAUGH

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

Scaring the hell out of me!

OH MY GOD! ARGH!

# And when we drink with George...#

-Right!

-Go, go, go, go!

-You ran through a red light!

-Oh, my god!

I'm not leaving him though.

There we go.

Things are a bit too much.

It's horrible!

-CRASH

-Ooh!

-Just kind of scratched the wall.

-"Scratched" the wall?!

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