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- Hi, my car's been stolen. They go tell me what happened. I said, my car's been stolen, I was in the casino. I just lost some money, I'm at this casino. I'm in central London. The Met police are now threatening to arrest me, to prevent me from fucking chasing my own car through London, 'cause it's a public health hazard.
I'm gonna tell you all a story. I'm gonna tell you about the story
The time my brand new Aston Martin got stolen
I only had it for two weeks in the most failed society on earth.
London.
So this story starts with me quitting gambling.
I quit gambling. I know, I shouldn't have done that. I quit gambling and everything went wrong in my life. So I quit gambling. I was gambling all the time at this one casino,
And I made some money, I lost some money, anyway I lost like 15 grand, went back the next day, and I won like 20 grand. And I'm up.
And I was leaving and I saw on the wall, ban yourself, self ban. And I thought, you know what? Everyone bans themselves from the casino when they've lost lots of money.
I'm gonna ban myself when I just won a bunch of money. I'm gonna beat the casino. I'm gonna win the house. So I went there to the manager and go, "I wanna ban myself, please."
He was like, "Really?" Because he's never seen someone ban themselves after a big win.
I was like, "Yeah, I want to ban myself." He goes, "You just made money. You're gonna come back." He's like, "Nope, nope. That's what you want. That's what I'm gonna do. No thanks. Ban me."
fill out the paperwork, ban myself from my favorite casino in London.
"The Sportsman" it was called. Banned myself with my winnings, thought I would the G. Went home with all my money. I've quit gambling now. I quit a winner. The only man to beat the casino.
So this, so I'll fuck around, fuck around, one week later,
I just bought this brand new Aston Martin Vantage.
V8S.
There's a picture of it here you can see. Pa-pow.
So I'm cruising in my Aston, being cool, like I am.
Cruising. I drive past the casino. I can't go there anymore. I do kind of feel like gambling, but I'm banned. So whatever. Driving, driving, driving, driving. Then London traffic hits. So I hit traffic and I hit traffic coincidentally directly outside a different casino.
So I'm sitting in traffic, there's a casino there.
It's like 2:00 in the morning on a fucking Sunday night. I don't know why there's traffic. Some road works. London is the most shit city. 2:00 a.m. on a Sunday, you're sitting in traffic.
Sitting there, sitting there. Five minutes, ten minutes.
Cars ain't moving, casinos there, cars ain't moving. Fuck it. Pull over, go into this new casino.
And this is where the story
gets bad quickly.
I go in this new casino, I sit down, blackjack, pow, pow, pow, whatever, whatever, whatever. I won't tell you the whole story. I lose six grand.
I come out six grand poorer, my car is not there.
Now, I parked in a disabled bay. There's like a disabled area.
But it's 2:00 in the morning on a Sunday. There's no traffic wardens. Plus I'm a G. I do whatever the fuck I want. So I parked there. So when I got out and my car ain't there, I was like,
they must have towed my car.
They towed it for parking in the disabled bay, because you can't steal brand new Aston Martins.
It's a brand new car. It's an Aston Martin. You can't steal that kind of car. It's not like it's a fucking shit old car. And I've never had a car stolen before.
So I went, I looked at the sign, I called the number up, called the tow truck guy. I was like, "Hi, you've towed my car." He goes, "What car is it?" I said, "It's Asna Martin."
because there's no Aston Martin here.
I was like, "Okay, well, it was in a disabled bay, but taken." He goes, "Yeah, we do have a couple trucks out tonight, but maybe they haven't gone back to the
to the compound yet. Sometimes it takes them half an hour, 45 minutes to get back here with the car. So give me a call back.
So I'm like, "Oh, for fuck's sake." So they picked up my car, they're still in traffic, they haven't gone back to the compound yet, whatever.
So I sit in the casino.
I've already lost six grand.
Fuck it. Go back, play a little bit of blackjack. I actually won two grand in my money back, so I'm only four grand down now.
Hours gone by, call up my man. Yo, I asked the market, I need to come get in.
He goes, "No, I've called the truck drivers. There's no Aston Martin. We don't have an Aston Martin."
I'm like, "What do you mean you don't have an Aston Martin? You told me to call back." He goes, "Yeah, but I called the truck drivers. We didn't pick one up. It's not us."
So then I was like,
Are you sure? He goes, bro, the guy on the phone goes, your car's been stolen.
I was like, you can't steal brand new Aston Martins because I get these calls every day. Ferrari, Aston Martin, Lamborghini. Someone stole your fucking car.
I was like, "No fucking way, they stole my car." So, I'd never had a car stolen before, so I called the police,
"Hi, my car's been stolen." They go tell me what happened. I said, "My car's been stolen. I was in the casino. I just lost some money. I'm at this casino. I'm in central London.
"Two o'clock in the morning, central London." I said, "It's got stolen. "It was bright white lights, clear lights, as clear as day.
and they've stolen my car. It's not like it was hidden. It wasn't anywhere dark. It was on a fucking public road they've stolen my car.
Police officer goes, "Okay, we're sending an officer right away." I start trying to get the tracker company. I start calling the tracker company to track the car, but because it's like, by now it's like 4am on a Sunday morning, they're not replying, they're not open, because the car had a tracker.
So I go to the casino management, I say my car's been stolen, I need to see the CCTV from outside the front of the casino.
He goes, "Okay, I'll go have a look and come back to you." So the manager disappears. So I'm sitting in the bar and it still didn't sink in. What do you mean my car been stolen?
Crazy. So I'm sitting there, sitting there, sitting there.
Eventually, the manager comes back down and goes, "Yep, your car was stolen."
And what happened was this: when I got out of the car and locked the car, there was a van maybe 20 meters ahead
and when I pressed the button to lock the car,
They somehow picked up the code of the key
and a laptop.
and they replicated the key code,
This is like fucking Fast and the Furious shit. And on CCTV, you see me lock the car, go inside,
Five minutes later, these dudes got on the back of a van, dressed as traffic wardens,
Dressed with the fucking full uniform, so no one suspected a thing with a laptop, press a few buttons the car unlocks.
There's three of them. Two, one can get on the other side. The third one goes to the back, opens up the boot instinctively.
Goes in the boot, takes out my fucking briefcase.
Passport.
six grand cash, debit cards, a laptop, iPad, my second phone. Everything was in a fucking briefcase in the boot of my car.
Guy takes the briefcase, closes it, they sit in the car for another three to four minutes, bang, they get started and they fucking speed off.
Unbelievable. So now I know my car's been stolen. So I'm sitting, I call the police back and go, "It's been a fucking hour. Where are you guys? My car's been fucking stolen. My car's been stolen." "We're sending someone. We're sending someone. Yeah, it's very busy." So what do you mean it's fucking busy? It's 3 a.m. on a Sunday. Only in London are people getting murdered at 3 a.m. on Sunday. Only in London is there enough crime on a Sunday at 4 a.m. that the police are overworked.
So I'm sitting there, sitting there, sitting there. I had to wait two and a half hours for the police to turn up in central London. In the middle of London, the most busy metropolitan area of the great United Kingdom. I had to wait two fucking hours and eventually guess who turns up?
Two women in a corso.
Two females. One was about five foot two.
Bro, she was like this big.
Had a little hijab on. Little Muslim girl, this big. And then her counterpart was a little bit bigger. These two little, little, little girls turn up in a fucking Vauxhall Opel Corsa.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Tate." I was like, "Who are you?" "We're the police." "Take a statement." "Take a statement?"
I'm going to take a statement and get my fucking car back. By now it's almost 9:00 a.m. I've been calling the car salesman, because I had his personal number, who I bought the car from saying the car has been stolen. No, it's 7:00 a.m. I remember, because he woke up at 7:00 a.m. 7:05 he calls me back and I said what happened. He goes, "Okay, I'll find a way to get the tracker activated." So I'm sitting there with the girls.
And the car salesman calls back and goes, okay, we've got the location of the car. It's still in London. We've got the track ID. He sent me the track ID so he knew where the car was. So I said to the policewoman, I know where the car is.
Let's go.
And you know what they said to me?
We can't chase your car because it's too dangerous.
I said, "What do you mean?" "Oh, we don't send... in car thefts, because people never stop, we won't send the police to chase them because it's a public hazard."
I was like, are you telling me people stole my car and the police won't chase them?
"London is the most failed society." So I was like, "What do you mean?" She goes, "Well, we're not chase trained anyway."
I said, what does that mean? She goes, oh, well, our car is not prepared to chase and we're not chase trained. I said, why did they send two fucking police officers who aren't chase trained in a car that can't drive fast to a car theft? Why?
So what kind of bullshit is this? She goes, "We're just here to take a statement." Okay, statement, my car was stolen.
"Done! Statement!" She goes, "No, no, we need to take a proper statement, and if we take a proper statement, maybe we can get the helicopter out."
I was like, "Okay, fine." So I'm sitting there, I'm fucking frustrated now. So I'm sitting there, going, "All right, statement. Let's go. Let's get this over quick. Let's get the helicopter out. Let's find the fucking car."
She goes, "Okay, name,
Andrew Tate.
Thank you.
Day of birth.
I don't have time for this shit. My car's been fucking stolen. What do you mean name, date of birth, where you live? What happened? I went in the casino and then I came out. My car wasn't there. My fucking car was stolen, you fucking bimbo. I ain't got time for this shit.
So right in front of the police officers, I call my boy.
And I say, "Fahid,
Get the fucking Ferrari. We're going to fucking chase this car.
The police officer goes, "Excuse me, no, you can't chase it." It's like, "Whoa, if the police aren't going to chase the car, I'll chase my own fucking car."
So I called my boy, I said, "He's coming to get me in 15 minutes in his Ferrari. We'll fucking chase the car."
You're telling me your car can't catch it, we'll catch it.
And they go, "No, no, no, that's unlawful behavior." She gets on the radio saying, "He's gonna chase the car, "he's gonna chase the car."
Over the radio, I heard them discussing detaining me.
The police are now threatening to arrest me to prevent me from fucking chasing my own car through London because it's a public health hazard.
Unbelievable! I'm sitting there saying, "Is this the fucking clown world Britain has become? Are you serious that we know where the stolen car is, you won't even fucking intercept it, and when I want to go intercept my own car, you're threatening to arrest me, to prevent me from damaging public health?" What kind of fucking, what planet is this?
What planet is this?
They're on the radio back and forth, back and forth. And I heard the little one, the little hijabi one, say, "Maybe we need a male officer." Basically saying, "We can't arrest this dude."
These two little women who can't arrest me
but threatening to. Can't chase anyone, but telling me I have to fucking sit still. So I said, okay, I agree. This is my public declaration. I got my phone out and start recording. I wish I still had this fucking video. This is my declaration. I agree. I will not chase the car. I'm saying now, I'm free to go. I'm not a criminal. I'm free to go. I will not chase the car. And they were like,
They knew I was lying. They were like, "He's gonna go chase the car." "I'm free to go. I've left my statement. I'm not gonna chase the car. I'm going to Costa. I want a coffee. I'm going to have a coffee." "Thank you, officers. Thank you. I'm going. I'm leaving now. If I'm on free will, you have no reason to arrest me."
So I started saying this, and they were saying on the radio, "Oh, he's here." And they started explaining what's going to happen on the radio.
Eventually,
Eventually, someone half sane over the radio said, okay, we're going to send an interception unit.
And they sent the tuned BMWs. In England, the Met Police have these supercharged BMWs.
They sent the tuned BMWs to the location.
When my boy Fahid pulls up outside, I jump in the Rari in front of the two stupid ass bimbos, standing there, watching me, and we fucking speed off.
So by the time I get to the car's location, the police are already there.
And what the thieves have done is they've taken the car,
stripped it of all my briefcase everything and they parked it and
And the reason they do this is because they know luxury cars have trackers. So they park it in like a hidden location and they leave it for like two weeks, three weeks, four weeks. And they wait and see if it gets found. And if it doesn't get found, then they worry about what to do with it. Because they don't want to do anything too much of it while there's a tracker on it because they get caught in the car. And they have a lookout.
So they have a lookout watching to see if police turn up. So once the police turn up,
The thieves know the game's up.
So when we got there, the police were already there, and the police are like looking in the windows around. He goes, "Yeah, in one of these council houses, they have a lookout who's been here waiting for us, who's probably already told the thieves that the car had a tracker."
I said, well,
Is there any way we can find out how to look at it? He goes, no, it's just going to be like some cousin or some friend, someone who you can't link to them in any way. There's a lot of houses around here. It's impossible for us to say who it is or what it is.
So basically all you can do is take your car back now.
Yeah.
I was like, "Okay." And I opened the car to sit inside of it and there's a newspaper.
In fact, stay right here. I need to demonstrate this to you so you understand it. There was a newspaper. Check this.
Imagine this is a newspaper.
And there was a newspaper folded in half, so like a newspaper, like this.
And it had tape on the bottom. Some tape. It was like this and had some tape. And it was on the passenger seat.
So I get in the car. I didn't want to touch it. I said to the police,
That's not mine.
It might be some prints or something, they left that there. Police officer goes, "Ah, okay," puts his gloves on, takes it, picks it up. It wasn't a newspaper, inside was a fucking knife.
So it's two or three pieces of paper like this. It's thin. This is the handle with tape. And it looks like they're holding a piece of paper, but they can just fucking stab you. You never see it in a million years.
Fucking a knife was sitting there. So if I would have intercepted him, if I would have come out at the time, it could have got fucking messy because we know how people get stabbed in London. And it wasn't a small knife. It was a good...
Knife.
Like you'd be fucked.
So there's a knife there, so they take the knife for DNA.
I take my car to Aston Martin because they drove over speed bumps too fast, fucked the whole car up.
I'm going to go.
So, next day I get a call from the head of organized crime
for the Met.
And he said, "Hi, my name is whatever, whatever, I can't remember his name now, Mark something. I'm the head of organized crime for the Metropolitan Police. The gang who stole your car have stole $40 million worth of cars in the last six months.
There's an epidemic that's plaguing our city. It's going to damage our economy. We cannot have people coming here with luxury cars and the cars go missing. And your car is the first major breakthrough where we've got DNA and fingerprints from the weapon that's been recovered from the car. Can you come down to the police station ASAP?
And for once I thought, you know what, through all the incompetence, I mean obviously the two female officers were incompetent, women are incompetent.
We all know that. Women can't do anything. As soon as I needed police help and two women turned up, I knew the game was fucking useless. I knew they were useless. Of course they are.
They're women. But finally a man has called me, a real person, and he's the head of something, and he invites me down to the police station. So I go down to the police station, he goes, your car, there's, I didn't know any of this, there's three brackets of theft, and because your car is worth over 100,000 pounds, it's like grand theft. It's the highest value theft, and these people are going to be looking to do five to six years. We now have their DNA and fingerprints. We know who they are.
Also,
The police impressed me. What happened was the fuckers, when they took my briefcase, took all my debit cards, and they'd been running around stores, and because they didn't know my pin code, contactlessly buying things in Tesco and shit.
and generic shit like washing powder,
Food bullshit. So the police in 24 hours had already had all the CCTV from all the Tesco stores when my card was used and had all their faces.
So now we have their faces and we have their DNA and we have their fingerprints. And we had their receipts of things they were buying. So I'm sitting there in front of the, in the head of Met and I was super impressed. I was like, wow. So you know who they are? You got their faces. We know everything they've bought, where they've been. Because literally after they stole my car, after they parked the car, they just want a fucking shopping spree.
And I said, "Why do they buy so much generic, boring shit?" And he goes, "Well, this is their job. They're thieves."
Being a thief is their job and they need washing powder and bullshit normal things. They just run around Tesco buying stuff. So he goes, we're gonna be making arrests in the next two days.
I was like, "Bam!" And how long are these guys going to jail? He goes, "Minimum five years."
So I was impressed for once.
Impressed with the police for once. So I went home, chilling, chilling, chilling. Two days later, I get a call from the guy, bad news.
What's the bad news? He goes, "They fled the country."
He goes, "Someone must have tipped them off, or they must have known that somehow, maybe they looked you up on social media because they looked at your name, they know you're an influential person. I also tweeted something at the time about my car getting stolen.
And he goes, maybe they just shook because they stole a high profile car and they fled the country. They've all gone to Morocco.
They're Tunisian nationals, but they've all gone to Morocco. I was like, "Okay, cool." He goes, "But don't worry, we're going to be looking to apprehend them when they return to the country, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." What happened next was a long series of bullshit. What happened was that I was chasing the police every couple days for an update and they just stopped replying to me. The police basically wouldn't reply to me anymore. Three months after this, eventually I get an email from this guy going, "Hi,
Can you come down to the police station again?
I fucking drive down to London again. I get in the police station and he goes, "What's going on? Have we found them yet?" He goes, "They're back in the country."
but they're under surveillance,
for some other crime, some other part of an organized criminal syndicate, and they're under surveillance by MI5, so we cannot arrest them because they're literally under surveillance or something else. So they're back in the country and they're running around free, but they're being under surveillance by a special branch. I don't know who he didn't say MI5, but some special branch of the police force. So we can't arrest them because they're involved in high level drug trafficking, human trafficking, all these things.
Cool. So basically the run around for you goes, "Yeah, but when we catch them and arrest them for the other things, your charge is gonna be put on top. These people are going to jail for a very, very long time."
Whatever.
Email, email, email, email. Months and months and months, never heard anything. Never heard anything, never heard anything, never heard anything.
About two weeks ago, that's the reason I'm telling this story now, two weeks ago I finally got an email from the police officer.
The police officer, this is maybe three or four years ago this happened. Four years later, I got an email from the police officer. Do you know what you said? Hi, just to give you an update, Mr. Tate. One of the men is in jail for life.
and the other two have fled the country and haven't returned.
I was like, okay, well, can I call you? So I called him and said, so where have the two gone? He goes, well, they fled the country out of Morocco and we don't believe they're ever going to return to the UK because the three of them were involved in a murder, a double homicide, and we only caught one of them. So one of the guys stabbed someone to death and is now in jail, and the other two have fled the country forever. Now, they could have saved that person's life. The person who got stabbed to death could still be alive today if they arrested the fuckers when they stole my fucking car. But instead, they let them run around London watching them. Let's just watch them while they fucking committed crime after crime after crime
stabbing some innocent guy to death.
Some dude who was like 42 with like four kids.
Some fucking normal dude. Stabbed him to death for his fucking wallet. So one's gone to jail, two are in fucking Morocco living the high life.
That is the British justice system. The only person who fucking was getting, besides the dude in jail, I had more threats of arrest than the other two. The other two fuckers weren't even getting threatened to be arrested. They were going to arrest me for trying to get my own fucking car back.
London is a failed society.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
Thank you.
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