Part two of the Porsche stop. Things have now moved on to the point where Giles wants to search the driver, who is still desperate to make his phone call. It then turns out that he has two mobiles, not to mention the pocketfuls of dosh. There is only one word in Giles's mind – SUSPICIOUS. The car search then reveals something even more monumental – binbags full of stinky stuff which looks white and compressed into large cakes. And a new word enters the lexicon – JACKPOT. Roger makes a hasty arrest while Giles hazards a guess over the variety of drug being transported. He then makes it absolutely clear that Mark, who has stopped to assist, is most definitely NOT driving the vehicle back to the nick. Incredibly, it turns out that the guy was quite literally minutes away from making his dropoff - with what turned out to be cocaine - when he was stopped. Now that's bad luck. Unless you're Giles, of course.
Time to bash a door in, so we join the TAG in Torbay, preparing to search a drug-dealer's property. The door doesn't need bashing after all, as it's already open, and they nab everyone without delay. The house pongs of green stuff, and there's a nice selection of it ready for distribution. Bella the drugs dog is called in to find out what else is being hidden – including a five-figure sum in cash distributed around the house in various hiding places. Apparently it's not only elderly people who keep their money under the bed, then.
Gareth is out and about in Exeter responding to a 999 call from a woman claiming that a girl has vandalised her car and fled. It's a very smart new Audi, but the caller's claims about the direction the vandal took are inaccurate, possibly deliberately so as Finn can't find a track. Gareth suspects that the caller is the vandal, as the call is similar to a previous incident which was also reported by a woman – from a public phone box and anonymously. After an hour of searching, he finds his suspect, and sets off with the questioning. She denies everything, so Gareth uses the 'forensic analysis' ploy; but the girl brazens it out. Despite the fact that this is one of a number of incidents which she seems to be lurking near – she is insistent that it's not her and insists that she will demand an apology from them when they're 'proved wrong'. Trouble is, she's been done for exactly the same thing before. Out comes the next forensic suggestion – voice comparisons. While she still refuses to admit to anything, Gareth is pretty much certain that it's her – so they decide to undertake a clothing search, which reveals flakes of silver paint on her trainers. And, finally, she coughs.
It's Winter, and what happens in winter? Snow! Lots of snow. Ridiculous amounts of snow. Hence, closed roads, stranded drivers and no one in the Constabularly having any sleep overnight. Traffic is a total mess, and Taff is on his way to Haldon Hill to join Chris, who has been digging cars out of snow all morning, while Colin Harper is engaged elsewhere attempting to stop drivers being ridiculously stupid, trying to get off the closed motorway by reversing back down on a sliproad. Some are actually driving the wrong way down the sliproad now, straight at Colin, who is not remotely impressed as they'll be facing the wrong way when they get on the dual carriageway below, which isn't closed. Excuses cut no ice (pardon the pun), and eventually the slip road is shut. Back up on Haldon Hill, things are clearing up nicely, the sky is lightening and Chris is trying very hard to give a piece to camera – not easy with a gob-full of snowball. Nice lob, Taff!
Now in Tiverton (but not in the snow), Chris is on patrol with Mike looking out for a car whose driver passed them earlier and gave them a bit of a dirty look. A look that probably isn't quite as dirty as the car, which is a complete shed. The ignition is a mass of tangled wire, there's a brick in the footwell but – remarkably – the fuel is legal despite appearances to the contrary. The car doesn't belong to the driver, and he also isn't listed on the insurance for the vehicle, nor does he have any insurance for his own van – though he claims he's renewed it. The insurer, however, claims otherwise; so the driver, and his passenger, who has been lurking in the bushes having a whizz, will have to walk the rest of the way home.
Back with Mike and Chris, back ANPRing in Totnes. Mike is a tad bored, and it's bad accent time again while he waits for something to happen. And, again, it's someone without a seatbelt that catches his eye. Amazingly, the driver doesn't notice the police car behind him, and speeds through a 30 zone. The blues, however, capture his attention and he pulls over, where he admits he forgot to put his seatbelt on. Chris then has an attack of colourblindess and almost fills in a form for someone being done for having no MOT instead of the Fixed Penalty Notice he was intending to provide. As if that's not enough, once he's filled in the right form, it then blows away, and he has to chase it across the road. If Mike was bored before, he's certainly being entertained now!
