Gonna jump show with bustling Brixton Town Centre on the doorstep Today we're trying a lunch delivery service to see if the public have the appetite for prison made sandwiches.

Come on, guys, let's go.

We have to be better than the competition.

Yeah, this is not just a plow mons on a ship soggy sandwich.

If we're gonna make a rap, let me tell you, it's gonna be the best fucking rap.

Let's get prepped.

If the lunches sell well, my plan is to start producing them five days a week.

Come together like that on the menu.

Handmade wraps and sandwiches with a choice of freshly prepared specialty fillings.

Moist, delicious roasted red pepper homos.

Roller in the seasoning time.

Keep it on either side.

Free range.

British favorite.

Now that's a Scotch egg.

It's only a red X cortex.

Cold War.

My simple shake.

Cheerful Scotch.

Let's go, guys, please.

Getting 250 lunches out before 11 a.m. requires efficient teamwork.

My concern is now all of this lot are up to it.

I never know what the right thing.

I mean, they have to learn to change here, like in any job.

I mean, talk about changing gear.

Looking north.

He's been stuck in fucking Utah.

25 years.

Convicted thief has a nor is only 23 but he's already doing his third prison stretch.

But you have Children.

It's kind of a girl.

I got twins.

How would you have them fucking now?

14 fucking young 14.

Where are the kids now?

When was that?

He's adopted single three kids.

God, Five kids.

We never had a condo 23 years.

Five straight away, Dick.

And you get labeled straightaway.

So after that, my mom and dad, they think I'm a decade.

I kind of respect how people forget that is all.

But you're just gonna leave the force for one in that car, And money is the issue.

If it means me sending Jake home buyer tonight circulation and get arrested.

That size to thank for that.

Guys.

15 minutes.

I'm out of a cake.

I'm not afraid of a challenge, but I've got my hands full with her san kind of professional kind of perfection.

You did it probably didn't.

Do you really get me now?

I don't get you.

That's just it.

I'm gonna make it my own personal mission to try and turn her san into a productive team member.

Excellent.

Good.

First ever.

Batch are bad boys.

Bakery lunches are ready to go.

Mindless slogan baking, not wait.

Even Hassan's not dumb enough to be smuggling stuff out.

But rules are rules.

Every sandwich wrap and scotch egg has to be scanned.

Banged up in here.

These guys are no good as delivery workers.

So is left up to me to do the rounds.

Jumping the box number.

The box.

It's nearly midday.

I'm in danger of missing the lunchtime trade.

Bloody nightmare.

Fucking hell.

Keep going.

Keep going.

As usual, getting anything done in a hurry is impossible.

It's been X rayed.

Thank you.

Is it working?

Thank God for that.

Finally, I've broken out.

Now I'm gonna flood the goods to a skeptical public.

It's gonna be a difficult sell.

However, vying the product is good.

I'm hoping that an over question we made it.

Okay?