Tip-Offs and Tearaways Motorway Cops

Open the door. Open this door! Open the door, they're lying!

You get some days where everyone in the world seems to be against you.

No! I hate you! Don't speak to me!

You are a disgrace, my love.

This is ridiculous.

-I was terrified.

-Yeah.

-I was terrified of the whole situation.

-It's a black Volvo.

-Black Volvo.

So it's coming parallel down to us now...

There.

Britain's motorways are getting busier.

With fewer cops on our roads than ever before,

the motorway cops need every bit of help they can get.

Where, is he down here?

I just saw a car come on its roof sliding across the front of my truck.

It can mean the difference between hitting a brick wall...

It that a right?

Stand-by.

..and hitting the jackpot.

Oh, God, the cash in here...!

Ridiculous amount of money under there!

-We can't do our job without the public.

-Fact.

In West Yorkshire,

being a motorway cop is never easy.

We police by consent in Britain.

Not everybody likes the way we do it,

but if somebody is prepared to give us a tip-off,

we have to follow that up. That's our duty to do so.

West Yorkshire.

Two million people,

200 miles of motorway,

including the country's highest and busiest in the M62.

It's one o'clock in the morning,

and officers Doug Lofthouse and Dale Anderson

are stopping for fuel.

Could I have three 1955 Burger meals, please?

Could I have one with a chocolate milkshake, please?

But dinner will have to wait.

Reports come in from a member of the public of an upturned car close by.

The chances are, it's on its roof in what we'd refer to as a live lane,

where cars are...

members of the public are driving along at 70-80mph,

and there being a collision,

and those people could suffer some serious consequence.

But the live lanes seem clear.

Must be on the hard shoulder or summat.

Must be behind this lot.

Or is that it there?

Here. This is where it's gone off.

9-0, for your info, we're at the one mile marker prior to Junction 30.

Vehicle is on the hard shoulder.

I'll give you an update re injuries in a moment.

Oh, dear... Doesn't look like there's anybody in it.

When you are looking at that, in the vehicle...

..there's that moment of hesitation before you do.

It's almost - pinch yourself, prepare.

The reality is you may be looking in and be faced with a dead body.

-Is there anybody with it?

-No.

They've not been ejected, have they?

When you see nothing,

it is a little bit worrying,

because you think - where could they have gone?

-Quite a bit of...

-You what?

-It's not blood, is it?

-No.

Have they been thrown out? Have they run off?

There's a load of beer cans - they've legged it.

No prize for guessing.

Plenty are open. Lager cans in the car.

So, straightaway, I'm thinking obviously

we've got a drunk driver what's run away somewhere.

Help comes from a lorry driver who stopped when he saw the crash.

Have you see anybody running off from it?

He's walking down there, asking for a lift to Leeds -

I presume it's the driver from here.

He's down there.

I just saw a car on its roof slide across the front of the my truck.

It hit the barrier there.

I just seen him...

I think I've just seen him walking down the hard shoulder

asking for a lift to Leeds. I presume that's him.

Looks like he's had a drink or two.

Anyone walking on a dark motorway is a danger to themselves and others.

A drunk and injured man, even more so.

We're obviously going to try and find him.

These wagon drivers have seen somebody walking down.

He's fallen down?

INDISTINCT RESPONSE

-Just one minute. What, is he down here?

-Yeah.

-Hello?

-9-0, he's gone down the embankment.

No, no visual.

Somebody has just seen him go down the embankment

a couple of minutes ago.

He's not going to have got far, is he? 9-0.

Is he in here?

He's here, Dale. Oi!

Oi!

Come on, get up. Yeah, get up.

Are you in that car on your own?

Put your hands where I can see them.

Put your hands... Right.

Get them for us, Dale? Right, come on.

-I'm so sorry.

-Right, is anyone in that car with you?

-No.

-No.

-I'm so sorry!

-Yeah, well, I need you to stand up.

Er, he's... He's not very compos mentis.

-Whoa...!

-I'm sorry, chaps.

Yeah, well, as long as you're not injured, that's the main thing.

-Right, c'mon.

-What's your name?

-What's your name?

-Name's Ian.

Come on, Ian. Let's get you back up.

-I'm so sorry.

-Are you all right?

-Have you hurt yourself?

-No.

I'm so sorry, lads.

He's immediately apologising to us.

It's a prime example of...

It's too late to say you're sorry, really.

You're going to get dealt with to the full extent we can.

Don't apologise, let's just get you somewhere safe, all right?

I do apologise. It's...awful.

-Just be careful. Look where you're walking!

-It's disgusting!

I'm just going to put these on you.

I don't want you to worry, but it's dangerous near the cars, all right?

How much have you had to drink, Ian?

Not a lot, honestly.

What's your idea of "not a lot"? One or two?

One.

-One?

-Honestly.

Right. So, you don't think you're over?

Why have you run off then? If you're not over?

I was terrified. I was terrified of the whole situation.

HE SOBS

So you've had more than one.

Yeah.

Thankfully, only he's involved tonight,

and we're not dealing with some unfortunate

who's been hurt or even killed

because of this guy's actions and decision to get behind the wheel.

They're absolute menaces.

-I just need some help.

-Yeah, yeah, well...

We're going to sort that out, aren't we?

It's a bit warmer here. You sit tight there for a minute.

If you decide to have a drink, and you make the decision

to get behind the wheel of a car,

these could be the sort of consequences you find yourself in.

Laid in a ditch 50 yards from a motorway,

waiting to be found, basically.

As they prepare to give the remorseful driver a breath test

to see just how drunk he is...

..in Bradford, PCs Michael Rowe and Chris Spencer

are also heading out to the M62 motorway.

You get some days when everyone in the world

seems to be against you.

So, it's just nice to have a day

where you've maybe spoken to a few people,

you've even spoken to a nice person.

That's always a bonus, because it doesn't happen much.

We're on our way to the motorway,

going through the city centre...

I had the window down

and heard what sounded like skidding and I look over...

This Yaris here. Right in front.

Don't know if you saw that. This Yaris here, for some reason,

just yanked his hand-brake on driving down the road.

Like you do(!)

That's him there.

THEY ACCELERATE VEHICLE

At this point in time, we're thinking -

all right, we'll light him up, we'll see what happens.

You always get the butterflies in your stomach at the beginning of it,

but then you have to really, really rein it in and calm yourself down.

Tango 6-2.

Is this kid going to go for it?

Yes, Golf, Yankee, 0-3, Zulu, Tango, Golf.

It's making its way on White Abbey Road.

All of a sudden he puts his foot down a little bit, and he's off.

He's gone straight over that crossroads,

no regard to anybody's safety whatsoever.

We can't just do that.

Whetley Terrace now. Golf, Yankee, 03, Zulu, Tango, Golf.

Blue Yaris.

Both me and Mike know the local area.

That is a dead end, we both know it.

You kind of know what's coming, straightaway there.

-Is that a right, right?

-Stand-by.

Oh, he's off-road. We've lost him.

Sure enough, he has gone straight over the grass.

It's somewhere we don't want to go.

Jump out and see which way he goes from there.

You don't want to break your car or endanger any kids

that could run out from behind the side of the building.

-INTO RADIO:

-Yes, mate.

He's gone over at Blenheim so we can't follow it.

If you went round the corner and there was a child there,

on the grass, he isn't going to stop.

It must be an easy way to live - you don't think of anyone else.

He's damaged his car instantly doing that.

So we'll spin round the block.

I imagine he's going to be right round the block.

Mike scouts for signs of the Yaris

while Chris pulls up an address for the car.

Comes back to...

Southfields Square.

It's a street close-by.

-There you go, you see?

-There it is.

Mikey boy strikes again.

Obviously, this is the car that's just made off from us.

We should do a couple of enquiries because quite a group of people's gathered.

There's going to be someone here knows what's happened.

Car's got away from us.

Is he disqualified?

Has he got no documents for the car?

Is he maybe wanted?

They might have the car,

but with no sign of the driver,

the cops step up their enquiries

with a search inside.

There's nothing of any real interest.

There's nothing inside that makes us think it is stolen at the moment.

No drugs or owt.

No, nothing. No weapons.

I would say that he is watching us now.

We came onto the road and there was a group of lads at the bottom,

I'm not a betting man,

but I'd think it's a safe bet he will have been one of them.

Nobody will ever admit it was them.

The relationship between the police

and some of the communities down there isn't good.

Especially with the younger end.

It isn't true for everyone, but they don't really want to help us.

What's happened here?

The fact that these people are walking past -

and they're taking such an interest in it,

it just makes you wonder how much they know,

and if they were the driver.

Is it? Oh, right.

Shall I call her to take it?

No, mate, we're all over it. It's being towed away, as we speak.

-It's getting towed away?

-Yeah.

-Why is that?

You don't need to worry about it.

You get a lot of people wanting to know what's going on.

They always want to get involved -

tell us what we should be doing, and what we shouldn't be doing.

Again, it's just part of the game, really.

Joining in the game, Chris and Mike play "guess the driver".

You got a bit of a look. Is it the kid on... That one.

-Or that one, do you think? I can't decide.

-Hmmm...

All right, we'll get... Oh, there you go. That's who it is.

HE CHUCKLES

He's come back, had a look. We think, yeah. It's probably him.

Soon as we say it, he's away - off on his toes.

That guy who is just walking off? Right.

With no help from the public, the cops hit a dead end.

A visit to the registered owner could throw up some clues.

What's the betting we go round and it's that kid sat at the door.

-Yeah!

-"All right, Officer?"

While the mystery driver of the abandoned Yaris is still at large...

..back on the M62, PC Doug Lofthouse is still questioning the man

who did a runner after crashing his car.

He's obviously got some issues at the minute, hasn't he,

with his health and well-being?

A paramedic arrives to check him over.

-Hiya.

-Hi.

-What happened, do you know?

A lorry stopped dead in front of me, I just hit the brakes and...

-..the car overturned.

-OK.

He is putting his hand up to being the driver

but just accept, obviously, to take responsibility.

In his mind, it may be right,

but his mind's probably not working as clearly

as everybody else's around him,

and he's been affected by the beer goggles.

Could've killed someone!

What sort of monster am I?

How sick is that?

Please say I've not injured anybody, please.

Only your car's involved, Ian. All right?

Making sure he's unhurt is important,

but the cops are more concerned with finding out

if he's guilty of drinking and driving.

Right, Ian, if you would take a big, deep breath,

keep blowing till I tell you to stop, yeah?

Get going, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going, stop.

He has blown 116 on our device.

We're talking, potentially...

Well, he's over three-and-a-bit times the legal limit.

Legal limit's 35.

There's two types of drink-driver.

One would be somebody who's maybe

made a bit of a foolish decision.

Had a little drink and decided to risk it on the way home.

And then there's other people

who are three, four, five times over the limit.

And although, yeah, he's upset, he's remorseful -

sympathy level he'll get offered from me, personally,

is totally different.

He'll still get dealt with professionally,

but, at the end of the day,

he could have avoided this entirely.

But it's not the first time he's been caught.

We found this guy's driving licence record

and he's shown as a revoked-licence

regarding previous drink-drive matters.

And, in fact, he was given a four-year disqualification

for drink-drive matters which expired last week.

In my experience a four-year ban for a drink-driving offence...

It's not a first offence.

It would be second, third or fourth.

The bans tend to get longer progress...

further down the line you go.

So to get a four-year ban...

It's the first one of that nature I've come across.

The paramedics here are happy to release him into our custody.

So they've obviously checked him out, everything's stable.

When I can get in there, I'll be formally arresting him

on suspicion of driving whilst over the limit.

With a long record of drinking and driving,

this time the consequences may be more serious.

Back in Bradford,

Chris and Mike are still trying to find the driver of the Yaris,

abandoned after a chase through the north of the city.

The registered keeper, on our computer, of that car

lived a stone's throw away.

The plan was I was going to walk up to the house

to knock on the door just to see if the owner was there.

A man claiming to be the owner turns up.

-Hello, mate.

-With his son.

-My son was driving.

-Oh, right.

-Is this him here?

-Yeah.

-Oh, right. Spot on. A bit daft then, wasn't it?

SON: It was. A moment of madness.

Right. Were you in the car with him?

-No, no.

-No. All right.

Fair enough, then. All right, then.

This is totally unheard of in Bradford.

That's why I, at that time, was thinking...

Hm, I wonder if this is a wind-up.

We were both on the back foot there, thinking... Oh, my God!

Someone has actually come back and admitted that they were wrong!

What's going on then?

Just... I had a bit of temptation.

My mate was saying "Come pick me up, come pick me up, come pick me up.

I said, "I can't pick you up, mate.

"You're sat in your mum's car, dad's car, every day. Pick me up."

Right. So you just thought you'd take it for a spin?

I imagine he's mortified that he's sat in the back of that police car.

I mean, you saw him coming back, didn't you - to check the car out?

He can't believe he's actually sat there.

And neither could we!

Have you got a full licence, or what? Provisional?

-No.

-Never even applied for one? All right.

-How come?

-Couldn't be...

-Just couldn't be bothered.

Ultimately, we found he hasn't any insurance.

He hasn't got a driving licence. But... you have to...

Have to give them some credit for coming back with his dad.

I don't know. I imagine that wasn't there prior to him running into it.

All this has come off. It's come off at the back.

He's been going off-road. I tell you...!

-FATHER: I'm so sorry, Officer. Honestly, I...

-No, no, I...

I honestly am really grateful for what you've done.

A lot of people are very loyal, especially to their family around here.

So for him to come and say that... 10 out of 10.

He was actually quite upset...

at one point.

I think it was more the fact that he was losing face in his community.

He was saying he was quite an upstanding, well-respected member

of his community,

and this was just going to bring shame on him.

SON: I'm getting locked up, aren't I?

At the minute, I don't know.

We'll see.

He may be in trouble with the cops,

but it's Dad's motor that's about to be towed away.

The reason we're going to take your car is because of what's happened.

The recovery guy is already here,

so the wheels have all been set in motion with that.

I'll go and get his documents.

Honestly, it's just two minutes.

I can get the documents and then...

-You haven't got any ID with you or anything like that?

-No.

I appreciate that. All right.

If you have got insurance, and you can prove that now, then...

You've come down here, you're helping us,

so I don't want to be unfair with you.

I'd like to be more than fair with you, all right?

At the last minute,

the cops decide there may be a fairer way to handle this.

If you can bring...

I need his driving licence and his insurance.

If Chris can get proof of insurance,

Dad could take his car home.

Can't let my father and mother get in trouble for this.

Not their fault, is it?

He obviously has a lot of respect for his dad,

for him to go home and say that to him,

and then for his dad to bring them back down,

he obviously thinks he's doing the right thing, which is great.

Every father wants to think their son is a good lad, don't they?

I feel for you.

Yeah, it's just a pain for you, isn't it?

It's one of those things - he's your son at the end of the day, isn't he?

The owner's friend turns up with the documents

confirming that Dad is the legal keeper.

The cops decide that the car can stay,

and the recovery man leaves empty-handed.

If you do shit... If you do the crime you got to do time, uh?

Hold your hands up to any mistakes you do.

And after seeing the error of his ways, and 'fessing up,

the son escapes a night in the cells.

But he'll still have to face Dad.

Amir, take care, mate.

I imagine we're going to see you again

when we come to speak to your dad.

-See you later.

-Bye.

Why would you see Dad?

Could've knocked me down with a feather.

That is not a normal occurrence,

that someone is so honourable

and turns up and actually takes responsibility for their actions.

I don't really know what to say!

Maybe we shouldn't all be so cynical.

After that, maybe your opinions change a little bit.

Mine certainly have.

Maybe not everybody is as... as...

I don't know.

Maybe there is some decent folk left out there, after all.

For every helpful member of the public,

there's always one who refuses to play ball.

It's after midnight,

and Chris and Mike are planning a late-night shop,

before hitting the motorway.

-I can't do another kebab!

-No, I can't!

I might get some fruit from ASDA!

I'll get some cereal from ASDA, if that's all right with you.

It's just so easy to eat like that. It's just convenient.

But before they can fill up, Mike spots something ahead.

I've just seen a car go past,

all headlights on and hazard warning lights flashing.

Alarms going off. And not really hanging about either.

'In the distance, you can see this Civic driving in the middle

'of the three lanes and it's overtaking, undertaking, everybody.'

The cops follow the car into a nearby

supermarket on the Bradford ring road.

But it looks like midnight snacks could be off the menu for everyone.

'The supermarket was shut,

'so it's not like we were short of space to pull over,

'but the car's decided to drive all the way to the front door and stop.

'And then this is where it began to become a little bit...'

Maybe this is not as straightforward as we thought.

'Yeah, he's given me a look, thinking,

"What is this woman doing?"

'She did just turn her back on him. She totally just ignored him.'

Have you got a second, my love? Or are you...?

Are you just going to talk to the children or are you going to

-talk to me?

-I will do... Sorry, let me just calm them down.

They seem absolutely fine. They're all just sat, laughing and smiling. Do you just want to...?

-Do you just want to jump out of the car, for a second, my love?

-I will do. Give me one second.

The kids were really nice. I don't think, at first, they really understood what was happening.

They were quite happy, playing.

Just quite excited to see a policeman, it seemed.

All looking at me, smiling and happy.

-She may will be pissed.

-I think she is.

Sweetheart...

Do you just want to jump out of the car, my love? This is your last chance, I'm going

to ask before we're going to help you get out of the car, all right?

Do you just want to jump out of the car for me, please,

-and we can have a quick chat?

-Wait one minute. No problem.

We think this woman's drunk.

Do you just want to jump in the back of our car for two seconds?

-One second.

-Have a quick chat about your driving.

'When she did get out of the car,'

it was just...argumentative straightaway.

-Will you jump in the back of our car, if you don't mind.

-I will do. Don't touch me.

'This was probably going to be more work than we initially thought.'

What's your name, my love?

-Sorry?

-Is it Noreen?

-Yeah.

-Noreen Aktar.

No.

-What's your surname?

-Saima Noreen.

-It's what, sorry?

Saima Noreen Nasir.

The lady's name doesn't match the registered keeper of the car.

Right. Whose car is it, then?

-It's my mate's.

-Noreen, I just need to check your ID...

-No! No!

-Noreen, listen to me.

-You can do, by all means.

-I need to check your ID, my love,

so can you just pass me your right pointy finger, this finger here.

The fingerprint device is linked to the Police National Computer.

It should save time by instantly telling the cops who they're

dealing with. But it depends on the woman cooperating.

-Where?

-Noreen!

-Fine, fine, fine!

-Pass me your pointy finger.

-Say nicely.

-That finger there, please, now!

-Say it nicely and I'll give you it.

-Please, now, pass me that finger.

-Yeah, I were going to give it anyway.

-Right.

She's being quite awkward here.

This is a straightforward five seconds of time.

-Put your finger on there and we'll find out who you are.

-Right, let go.

-Put it on the screen. Where are you putting it?

-There.

-Right, so I need to hold on to it...

-No, you can't. I'll do it.

When Aidy gets up here, we'll have to leave him with the kids.

-Thank you.

-It ain't ready. Don't put your finger on there yet.

That turned out to be, again, a lot more difficult than it normally is.

Now, your left one, please. Same finger, same screen.

-Quickly, cos it resets and we're going to have to do it again.

-Be nice!

-It's got to reset. Do it now!

-Don't touch me.

Mum's time-wasting antics means the cops can't get a positive reading on her fingerprints.

We're waiting for someone else to come up to us. We can't leave the four children in the car.

We're going to get someone to come up and babysit, in effect, until we can find out where she lives.

A simple stop-check is turning into something more complicated,

taking two motorway cops from more important duties.

But the cops have no choice, as mum,

and now the kids, are proving to be a bit of a handful.

Are you all right?

-Mama.

-You want your mum? We're just talking to your mum. Can I jump in?

-Can I open the door?

-Yeah.

-Yeah? All we're doing is having a quick chat with your mum.

It's nothing to worry about. Your mum might need to come help us.

-What do you mean?

-She might have to come with us, just for a bit.

I'm going to get one of my friends to come up and take you all home.

-Where's your badge number?

-It's right there.

-Write it down for me.

-Nope.

-Why don't you have a pen? Oh, no. cos you're

-BLEEP.

-I've got a pen, here.

-Yeah, well, write it down for me, innit?

-No.

Don't think so.

No?

Nope.

I just want to have a look.

Get off me. Don't touch me again. I'm not allowed to touch you.

-You

-BLEEP

-touch me! I just want to see your badge.

-Sit back in the seat.

-Shut the

-BLEEP

-up, what's your badge number?

-Back in the seat now.

It was a total tirade of foul language.

Ain't first time I've heard it, but to that sort of level and from

that sort of person, a middle-aged woman, you just don't expect it.

-I am not... Give me your badge number!

-Am I swearing at you?

-Sit back in your seat.

-I'm not moving my butt.

-BLEEP.

-Sit back...

-Shut the

-BLEEP

-up! I've not moved out of my seat.

-Give me your badge number.

-Sit back in your seat.

-Here!

-Give me your badge number!

-It's there, you can read it.

I can't see it. If I could, I wouldn't have told you.

-Don't touch me. Sit back in your seat.

-Six, three, four...

-Sit back in your seat.

-I haven't moved, bitch!

What's going to happen next? It became ridiculous,

so there's no way we're letting that carry on for much longer.

Not having this.

-What?

-She's getting handcuffed.

-Yeah, she's feisty, isn't she?

Hand. Give me your hand.

He's lying. I ain't touched him. CHILD CRIES

-BLEEP!

-Get off! CHILD: Please, don't.

-We're not.

-We're just having a quick chat with her.

-No! He's not!

And this is where it became...

The kids then start to get a little bit agitated.

They see their mum getting handcuffed.

He's being nasty! CHILD SCREAMS

Can I just shut that door?

We become almost a pawn right in the middle of that situation,

where she's trying to use her kids against us.

If I was to start shouting back at her, that's going to make her

even worse, which ultimately is going to make my job even harder.

'Two of us may look heavy-handed, but in the long run,'

it's not one of us really struggling and having to fight with a woman.

It's two of us controlling her and handcuffing her in a safe manner.

Argh!

-Your squashing my foot with the

-BLEEP!

You happy now?

I was just asking for... Why are you being nasty?

'When we put the handcuffs on, we assumed that the problem was over.'

But it just got worse again.

You better open this door!

Yes!

She's got the handcuffs on. They're at the front of her.

She's now using them to try and smash the window.

Open the door!

Pass me the keys.

The window - it's not smashed yet, but it isn't far off.

Ready?

I have to stay with these.

Aw! Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

We're trying to stop the mum creating,

to stop the kids creating, but the more we try and stop her,

the more wound up she gets up, the more wound up they get.

KIDS SCREAMING

Just ridiculous. She's a total disgrace.

And a total state.

It looks like this is a job which may tie the motorway cops up

all night long.

Back on the M62, Doug and Dale are still dealing with

the repentant drunk driver who crashed his car.

Truthfully, I honestly don't know.

I'll be honest with you, I don't know.

-I deserve to be.

-If you killed somebody, I'd say, yeah.

Let's keep things into perspective. You've not killed anybody.

He comes across very well, saying all the right things.

Whether that's just a show for us,

or whether that's the way he genuinely is, I'll never know

cos we only get to see a very brief snippet of people's lives.

You're a lucky, lucky man.

You might not think so, sat there, but I can tell you now,

look at the kind of road we're on, there's vehicles that's

doing 56mph and there's cars that are doing 70mph.

80mph, even 90.

And guess what - you're still breathing, walking and talking.

But, I'll be honest with you, me and my colleague,

we don't agree with what you've done, but it don't make us

-treat you any different, you're still a human being, aren't you?

-Thank you.

Some people might say I'm a little bit like a social worker,

but I'm not. It's just a little bit of compassion, at the end of the day.

But it doesn't hurt for me to be civil to him.

My mum brought me up and said manners are free,

treat everybody with respect and dignity, which is what I do.

Watch yourself as you get out, won't you?

-Can you manage?

-Yeah.

Straight to that door, where my colleague is.

The driver's brought into custody to undergo a more accurate breath test.

Do you understand why you've been arrested?

Yes, sir.

'When you speak to him as a person, look at his previous history,

'he's a very well educated man who obviously has hit hard times.

'I'd have a lot more time and respect for him

'if he didn't get behind the wheel.

'You're potentially involving other people in it

'and through no fault of their own,

'you could be on your way to visit your mum or go to the coast for the

'day and come across somebody like him and potentially,

'he could kill you. He's a danger to society.'

Right, your first reading was 100. Your second one was 108.

OK, so you're way over the drink drive limit of 35.

Not only is he well over the limit,

his current licence is still revoked following a previous four-year ban.

Seeing what we see on such a regular basis,

we see the potential consequences of what he's doing.

The driver might have escaped with his life,

but he won't escape the consequences when he goes to court.

It's not me who decides if you go to prison. That's going to be a magistrate on the day.

If it were first time, I'd be able to say definitely you're not going to go to prison.

But because we've done this kind of thing before, it's a little bit different. So, I honestly don't know.

I'd rather be honest with you and tell you, I don't know.

I don't want to lie to you because that's not my job, is it?

He needs the help and he needs the support

and he needs to get off the drink.

If he goes to prison, that might help him a little bit, maybe.

And maybe he'll be able to sort himself out.

But will he do that?

I don't know. Only he can decide if he's going to do it.

Really, he's got to be strong himself.

Best place for him, if you ask me, where he is now.

Fully expect...he'll ultimately receive a custodial prison sentence

for this offence and rightly so.

On the face of it, it's just going to keep going

until there's an intervention of some sort and my biggest worry is

the intervention will be a serious accident where somebody's

injured or killed.

So, until he's able to control himself, keep him locked up, for me.

Back in Bradford, PCs Chris Spencer and Mike Wroe are still

trying to bring their suspected drink driver to the station.

I've not done nothing wrong. They've lied to me.

They should have been on the motorway half an hour ago,

but they're stuck in a supermarket car park.

Unbelievable. We don't know how over the limit she is.

She smells of intoxicants.

We haven't had a chance to breathalyse her yet.

And the cops also have a car full of children to deal with.

It's just a vicious circle. The children are getting more upset, which is upsetting the mum more.

With the children getting increasingly stressed,

Chris tries once more to reason with the driver.

Right, let's have a quick chat. Let's have a quick chat.

Right, this is getting a bit... This is getting stupid now, isn't it?

-Innit! Why the ... !

-Look what your kids...

-I don't give a shit!

-Right.

-I wasn't being rude to you!

-Look what you're doing to your kids.

-No, you're doing it!

-Look how upset your kids are.

-Shut up.

-Right.

-Shut up!

-Is that a van here?

What I want you to do, provide me with a specimen of breath,

otherwise you'll be arrested for this as well, OK?

-Won't do it.

-This is a machine...

-I don't give a shit!

Just arrest me.

Right, that's fine then. So you've failed to provide for that. OK.

I think I almost lost my temper at one point.

But I managed to take a deep breath, get out of the car

and compose myself.

It was tested.

-You are a disgrace, my love.

-Oh, you're worse!

-This is ridiculous.

-You're a

-BLEEP.

The real issue there was the children.

She wasn't forthcoming at all with any information.

I don't think she was sober enough to give us any information.

A colleague finally arrives to look after the kids,

freeing up Mike and Chris to take mum to the station.

-Don't

-BLEEP

-speak to me! Don't say a word! Shut the

-BLEEP

-up!

-Is that on camera, right?

-Yeah.

-Cool.

-BLEEP

-need

-BLEEP,

-I swear down.

They'll get what's coming to them.

Don't touch me. Don't touch me!

No-one's giving me a hand, so move away!

She's a middle-aged woman.

I don't want to have to be grabbing her and pulling her down a corridor.

I'd much rather she came of her own fruition cos

I don't want to hurt her.

I'm not even resisting. There you go. Tell him to get off me.

I'm not even resisting.

One hour after stopping her, the cops finally get some answers.

-I've got the correct details.

-Yeah, go on, then.

Zarida Nasir. She's a disqualified driver.

So, if you can arrest her for...that offence as well.

-What is her real name?

-Zarida.

We found out her real name, we found out she's got history.

We know then...

It all becomes clear, it all falls into place, that this

isn't her first time.

So, with the clock ticking, the cops are keen to get her breathalysed.

We spoke to her, it's nearly an hour ago now.

She is clearly drunk and driving.

It could be that if this takes so long,

it could go down to below that legal limit and that evidence is lost.

But it's still another 35 minutes before they get her on the machine.

Take a deep breath.

-Place the mouthpiece in the mouth...

-I can't do it...

-As soon as this is done...

-Wait... SHE CLEARS THROAT

Deep breath in.

You only have a certain amount of time to do this.

Right. Wait...

One, two...

'Yeah, this is one big game now, definitely.

'You can tell with people that have been here before,

'just to buy that extra time.

'With this process, it is just a matter of time.

'The longer it takes to get on to that machine,

'the more the likelihood is that you'll be under the limit'

and she's tried her hardest to be under that limit.

-The legal limit's 35.

-Oh.

-The lower reading being 77.

-Oh.

-So you're just over double the limit, aren't you?

It turns out that even though that's taken almost two hours,

which is a phenomenal amount of time for this process,

she's still two-and-half times over the limit,

so it's just even more frightening about how much she was two

and a half hours ago when the children were in the car with her.

The bottom line is, it's sad for somebody to be doing that

sort of thing with four kids in the car, gets arrested

and all of a sudden, we are the most hated people in the world.

For what? We've stopped you drink-driving.

And maybe saved your life and your kids' lives.

CELL DOOR CLOSES

That was a satisfying clunk that night.

Every day across West Yorkshire, the motorway cops face the challenge

of dealing with people they may not know and acting on information

about them without always knowing the full picture.

In Bradford, officers Paul Crabtree and James Alderson are working

the day shift, as part of the West Yorkshire Road Policing Unit.

They're just off the motorway when a tip-off comes through on the radio.

Some information received through to our control room,

there's a vehicle up here, a SEAT Leon...

The phrase they've used is it's jam-packed full of drugs.

He's going to be selling them around this area.

It's just a case of putting yourself in the area and keeping an eye out and see what we get.

Tip-offs that come through sort of live time like that

are reasonably rare.

An anonymous tip is not much to go on,

but it's sometimes a short cut to the criminals.

It can come from members of the public,

it can come from people who have seen it. Sometimes, bizarrely,

it will come from rival drug dealers who want people taken out, oddly.

-What are we on?

-61.

That's it, isn't it?

Is that it?

'As soon as that car appears,'

you get that little sort of...flood of excitement.

You get a little bit... You switch on and you go to another level.

Cos you think, we've got it and now we're on it.

Tango four nine.

Four nine.

We're behind a vehicle that's had some information passed that it may be containing drugs.

Are there any other traffic units in the area that can come and meet us?

SIREN

It's a busy afternoon on Bradford's city centre roads.

We're in traffic, moving slowly. We'll not do owt till you get here.

I'm on the radio there, trying to get another

couple of units to come down, so we can deal with him properly.

And there's nothing unnatural about it.

He's queuing in traffic, we're queuing in traffic,

the police station's about 100 yards to the right-hand side, so it's a perfectly normal

situation for him at the minute. It's nothing suspicious.

But the cops need to carefully plan their next move.

The idea is that we're going to surprise him and we're going to appear with a lot of cars with

the lights on around him, so he has nowhere to go.

Back-up is now only minutes away.

-Looks pretty chilled out at the minute.

-Does for now.

Want a couple of vehicles down before we try and do anything.

Four nine, just passing Regency Court, nearside.

We know something's going to happen, cos we're going to cause it.

You physically sit up in your seat a bit and get yourself a bit comfortable. It's odd.

-RADIO:

-In traffic now, behind you.

If there's two of you behind and us, we'll go for a pre-emptive box,

if you want. If we get enough room round it.

'I'm sort of in control there really. James is doing the driving and I'm on the radio,'

so I'm talking to the others and it's probably going to be on my say-so to go, "Right, do it now!"

So if I do it wrong, we might lose it.

Tell him to turn his lights off.

Somebody's got their lights on. If you've got your blues, kill them.

Go, go, go, Crabbers.

Go, Crabbers.

He's got a gap on the nearside, if he's not cut him.

Get across, don't let him get that... That's it, that's it.

'And you're just wary when you're walking up,

'have they got something in their hand, are they losing stuff, are they swallowing'

things even, or has he got something that as soon as I open the door, he's going to hit me with?

Keys out for us, fella, if you will.

Good man. Right, seat belt out. Jump this way.

We'll explain what's going on.

All right. Come over here for us.

Just one sec, love.

There is a little bag of cannabis there,

which was the first thing we found in the car.

It's not the big haul they'd been led to believe from the tip-off.

-I'm not happy if that's all they've got.

-All we're going to do is give it a thorough search,

all the way through, with all of us, check these lads out. If there's nothing on them,

then we've just got that one to deal with.

But obviously, the intelligence we got was that it was stuffed full.

We've got to make sure that's not the case.

There's an awful lot of spaces in a car that you can put things where, ordinarily, you wouldn't look.

But as soon as we start touching it, the panels start to drop off.

James makes a discovery.

Cash in there, Crabbers.

Good call.

Found it. I just took the gear stick casing away

and we've got a substantial amount of...cash stashed.

Try and get this side panel, down here.

Just jiggle it.

PHONE RING TONE

We do spend quite a lot of time upside down in foot wells,

putting your hands where they're not designed to go.

There's loads more in there.

You pull it if I get my fingers under here. Don't let go.

Right, if you can lift that, give me some room to get my fingers under there.

'You could see the effort we were going to.'

James was having to pull that up with both his hands

while I, rather trustingly, put my fingers in there.

Yeah. It's all... It's obviously a spot where loads of stuff goes.

So we've got the money. There's tons of it.

I'd like to know why. A ridiculous amount of money under there.

Just wads of cash shoved in there by somebody who has clearly

got far too much money and isn't caring about it, really.

It's a lot of money. It is an awful lot of money. I mean, they're all...

Just from pulling them out, obviously I don't count it,

there's wads of £300 or £400 in lumps there.

There's a couple of thousand pound, I would suggest.

Having a large amount of cash is no proof of wrongdoing

but the suspects are taken to the station for questioning.

Whether the cash is linked to criminal activity

is now a matter for the Crown Prosecution Service to decide.

While some tip-offs come in at a second's notice,

others require a little more planning and patience.

On the M62 in Wakefield is PC Matt Hemingway

with Adie Brown riding alongside.

As a nature, police are nosy people

and if we can't get to find the answers out, it annoys us.

'We thrive on that. That's why we're here. We're investigators.'

They are heading east on the trail of a man suspected

-to be driving without a licence.

-We're off to Castleford.

We're just going to leave the motorway network for a short time.

We are going for the driver of a VW Polo who has got no licence.

9% of deaths on England and Wales's roads are caused by unlicensed drivers.

We think he should be coming past in a certain street

in Castleford at about 1130, give or take ten minutes,

so we're going to put up in that location, wait for him to come by.

The cops are acting on information given in another anonymous tip-off.

They've given us his name and date of birth

and his registration number so we can narrow it down.

The same gentleman had the same car taken off him

about a month ago by a different officer.

He was caught driving without supervision.

He has gone and got his car back and is doing exactly the same again

so we are out to get him.

Matt and Adie find a spot just off the M62 motorway

where they believe the driver will pass.

We are looking for a blue VW Polo.

It's quite distinctive cos the headlights have eyelashes.

I don't know why. We'll have to ask him if we manage to stop him.

-He might have pronounced eyelashes.

-Maybe.

Maybe they've grown of their own accord.

But even though it looks stupid,

it does make it a lot easier to spot for us.

Why would you put eyelashes on your car?

'He was making it far too easy for us.'

Basically, it was just a case of us putting our feet up

and waiting for this car to come past and wink at us, I think.

Waiting next to the motorway slip road frees up the cops

to speculate on the motorist's mystery journeys.

He's only in Castleford for two hours, so...

I wonder what it is.

Some kind of drug intervention or something like that?

Might be going to visit his sick grandparent.

He might be volunteering at a local soup kitchen.

'It can be hard work.

You got to keep your concentration switched on,

especially when you're looking for a specific vehicle.

All it takes is for it to be on the other side of a lorry

as it drives past and you miss it. So you've got to...

You can't afford to drift off,

you've got to keep yourself switched on until you see it come by.

-Ey-up!

-Yey!

-That's it.

-Yeah.

-L plates on.

-Yeah.

-11.48.

-Bang on.

He's being supervised, isn't he?

Despite doing their homework, the cops weren't expecting L plates.

He may be playing by the rules after all.

We're going to wait until we can get him in the right place and pull him

over and see if we can find out what the score is with his licence.

He is displaying L plates today so it may well be that he is legit.

If he's driving as a learner under supervision,

their morning stakeout could turn out to be a wash-out.

Giving the motorway cops intel can mean

something as simple as a phone call.

But some members of the public go one step further.

Bradford, 3pm.

PC Bob Hoyle is in an unmarked car on his way to the motorway.

With police resources stretched even further, today he is single crewed.

With no partner to check the radio, he is listening in on a local

police channel when reports come in of a burglary nearby.

Just passing out a job now.

Possibly someone has broken into a house...

which is just up here.

Every 40 seconds, there is a burglary in the UK,

with Leeds and Bradford amongst the top burglary hotspots.

Even the motorway cops join city colleagues to catch them in the act.

They've been passed a description of what they are doing...

What they're wearing. I don't know if someone is following or chasing at the moment, but...

One of the suspects has been spotted jumping into a black Volvo.

With sketchy intel coming through,

Bob uses his local knowledge to try and head them off.

There's a lot going on.

Not only that, I'm driving with my blue lights on

so members of the public are sort of watching me

and wondering where I'm going and at that time, I'm undecided.

So it's coming parallel down to us now. It's a black Volvo.

There.

'As soon as I saw the car, two things ran through my mind.

'Local lads will know this car and they'll just go for it

'and then secondly, if they don't go for it, they're going to run for it.'

5-2, can I come in? Can I have units to Cockburn Road?

I've got a vehicle stopped over.

-Hi. You all right?

-What's up?

-Ashley.

As the driver got out, it's somebody I know and have known for quite

a while and we've had us ups and downs, we've had us chases.

'In that situation, try and keep it calm.'

Apparently you've just picked up some young man.

-Just have a seat in my car a minute.

-I've just been to the pub.

A young lad who has just got in your car. I want to have a chat with him.

Jump in there for us, mate. We'll just have a chat.

While Bob deals with the passenger, backup arrives.

-What's your name, mate?

-Dale Dickinson.

-Dale Dickinson.

Dale, just put these on for a moment, while we find out what's going on.

Allegedly you've been running away from the police

and got into this vehicle. All right.

You're out of breath and sweaty. You've been doing something.

5-5-9-3. What's the description of the lad that got in the Volvo?

Just waiting to find out what's gone on at the scene, really.

These lads have been seen to run away from something, get into this car.

As you've seen, we stopped it, so it's just a case of finding out what's going on over there, really.

They match the description of the youths anyway.

Dale, at this moment in time you are under arrest

on suspicion of attempted burglary.

But the cops have a problem.

The only evidence against them is a tip-off about the car they were seen getting into.

Back in Castleford, just off the M62,

Adie and Matt are trailing a suspected unlicensed driver.

Ey-up. Would you pull into the lay-by up here, just to have a chat?

The only information they have is from a tip-off

that the driver might have a revoked licence.

-I'm glad you did that cos it's razzing it down, innit?

-Yeah.

-Ey-up, mate, you all right?

-Ey-up. Yeah, not bad.

This vehicle's got a remove report on it. Has it been removed before?

-Yeah.

-What for?

-Cos I didn't have my L plates on.

-All right.

Have you got a licence and everything?

I've got a provisional and I have my sister with me

to take me to contact to see my kids.

-Right.

-Is that where you're going now?

Yeah, that's where I've just gone with my sister.

She's take...every day. Like, it's five days a week.

He told us where he was going.

It was killing us trying to work out why

we were going to Castleford for two hours every morning.

-Have you got your provisional here or...

-It's at DV...

I sent off for my photo update and the address change.

All it takes is for him to have a little piece of paper from the DVLA,

saying that he is allowed to drive, and we've wasted a couple of hours.

-What's your name, mate?

-Lee Wormald.

-Your provisional is showing revoked, refused.

-Well, it shouldn't be.

We're not there to argue over the technicalities of it.

We can only act upon the information we've got, and if the DVLA

tell us he's not allowed to drive then he's not allowed to drive.

You can't literally drive till you've got your...

I mean, you can't drive till you've got your licence in your hand.

So they've sent it back to you through the post.

What's with the eyelashes?

HE GROANS

The missus stuck them on. I'm dying to rip them off.

-Yeah, right.

-She did.

You need to sort them eyelashes out. They're awful.

Unfortunately for the driver,

it'll have to be a daily bus trip to see his kids.

His car is being seized.

All we need from you, then, mate, is the key.

Yeah, yeah. So, at the minute, then, so, I can't... I can't...

-When I get the car back, I can't...

-Not until you've...

-..even have lessons, can I, till...?

-No. No.

Because even your provisional's been revoked

-so it's as if you've never even got one.

-All right, mate.

If there's owt you want out of the car, go get it, cos he's here,

nearly, this bloke.

-He'll let you out. Yeah, he'll sort it.

-Thank you.

Last year, West Yorkshire Police seized over 5,000 vehicles

from drivers with no insurance or licences.

Revoked. Even pretty cars get seized.

It's nice when you put that little bit of extra work in, a little bit

of extra digging on the information that you get and it all comes off.

If I'd known my licence had been revoked,

I wouldn't have been driving the car to start with.

You know, it's just silly, innit?

You don't drive about with L plates on

and somebody at the side of you which shows you're a learner

if you know your licence has been revoked.

It's just asking to be stopped.

Yeah, he's having a hard time.

It's a struggle for him, but everybody's struggling.

Everybody we take a car from has got a story as to why they're driving

illegally. He's just another one.

At least we know where he goes for that two hours now,

he goes to see his kids.

Yeah, mystery solved.

Now I've lost my car, which is going to

cost 150 quid to get back - money I ain't got.

So I'm going to have to try and get a bit of help from my family.

And then I'm going to have to leave it parked up until I've

received whatever back from the DVLA saying if I can drive or I can't.

But it seems old habits die hard.

Three or four weeks later, I was just coming out of Tesco's and,

lo and behold, there's this little VW Polo winking at me.

It was the eyelashes I initially saw, and guess who should

come past but Lee, driving the same car again, with his sister

in the passenger seat, unfortunately still with his revoked licence.

So I took it again.

That's the reason why we run out of sympathy for people

when we take their vehicles.

Back in Bradford, PC Bob Hoyle has caught three men who

he thinks may have burgled a nearby house.

But his only information is from an anonymous tip-off.

The detailed description matches the lads held

but it's not clear what happened at the break-in.

An old bin, a tool belt and an old drill,

by the looks of it at the moment.

The vehicle's going to be seized

cos the driver has no insurance anyway, or no licence,

and it'll be seized for enquiries.

With a trip to custody on the cards for further questioning,

there's been a crucial development.

-It's been confirmed that they've gone in.

-They've gone in?

Whereas we were thinking they were maybe trying to get in,

it's now confirmed they'd actually smashed something

and gone into the property, so, yeah, confirmed burglary now

of the house as well. And it's a dwelling.

But there's still no proof these are the men responsible...

until new evidence comes to light.

Incredibly, the criminals have been caught on camera by an eyewitness.

The guy in the black T-shirt,

that's the rear passenger in the Volvo that was stopped.

He matches the description inasmuch as his T-shirt and his trousers,

but he had put another top on, which I suspect would have been in the car.

'Plus he was out of breath and still sweating.'

It looked quite obvious he'd been running or doing something...

something exercise-wise.

-So, where were I meant to have run off from, then?

-Up here.

An address round here.

It's not the first time the man is facing a night locked up.

I'm in them cells all night, I'll guarantee it.

I'll put a tenner on it, actually, that I'm in the cells all night.

-At least I get a bit of a kip, eh?

-A bit of a kip.

-Yeah.

-You might get something to eat.

-I'm all right, me. Jail food.

-Yeah.

Jail food - better than cell food.

-Jacket potato, pizzas and that.

-Yeah, that's what I mean.

-They've got to give you reasonable food, I suppose, haven't they?

-Omelettes.

The game is up, if you like. They're in the back of the car,

handcuffed, they're on the way to the station and...

in some sad way... it's my opportunity to try

and maybe try and see the error of their ways.

He reckoned he knew how to deal with cars.

Why don't you do something about it, then? Become a mechanic or something.

Do some sort of college course or something like that.

Can't deal with people telling me what to do.

-But at some time in life, people are going to tell you what to do.

-No...

I tried to make him see that life could hold much more for him.

Whether he listens to it,

whether he does anything about it, I don't know,

but I'd like to hope that I did get through to him a little bit.

The repentant over-the-limit driver who crashed his car

and was found hiding by Doug Lofthouse

received a 16-week prison sentence

and was given a five-year driving ban.

The man who took his dad's car off-road received a six-month ban,

8 points and a 12-month conditional discharge.

The drunken, abusive mother

received a four-month suspended prison sentence,

a three-year disqualification and £430 in fines.

There was no further action taken

against the occupants of the black Seat

and the £1,500 found under the gearstick was returned.

The man arrested for burglary missed out on his jail food this time.

He received a two-year community order and 150 hours' unpaid work.

The driver was disqualified for 12 months

for having no licence or insurance.

And the man stopped twice

for driving without a provisional licence

was fined £200 and received three penalty points.