April, 15 1991, Miami. The streets are hot, and so is the prison system. A crew of young Haitian-American teens get thrown into adult lockup. Not juvenile hall—it’s the deep end, and they’re the smallest fish in a dirty tank. Immediately, they get it bad—beaten down, clowned, and disrespected by both inmates and COs. The guards are brazen too—especially Warden Washington, a straight-up racist who throws slurs like “banana boat boys” and “cat eating stinky Haitians” every chance he gets. But the Haitians, led by “Chubb”, aren’t having it. The Haitians are street-smart, heavy-fisted, and all heart. Chubb rallies the crew and pushes for a unit just for Haitians, so they can move as one, protect each other, and stop the constant drama. Warden Washington isn’t trying to hear it though. Says it’ll divide the prison and start a race war—but truth is, he just doesn’t respect them. Meanwhile, the Haitians hold their ground—banging with rival cliques, throwing hands, and taking Ls and Ws along the way. One of the wildest fights comes when Chubb throws down with a young street brawler who would become a legend: Kimbo Slice. It’s war in there, but the Haitians don’t back down. Through blood, grit, and unity, Chubb and his people earn their own unit. What starts as survival becomes a symbol of pride. The same Haitians they tried to break end up getting the respect of the prison—and eventually, the world.