We open on a b-ball game ten years ago in Detroit. After the game ends, and the interested parties hand over their losses to a bookie, we see a young boy and his older brother playing in the background. The older brother talks smack about his bro’s game and tries to get the boy to step it up, and the boy looks crestfallen. He says something about how his mom and dad gave him 20 bucks a week for allowance. But the older bro must not have any money (and he's raising the kid now) so the bookie challenges the kid to make ten free throws for 100 bucks. The older kid agrees but the kid freaks... if they lose that money, they won’t be eating that week. The dingus basically says welcome to the real world, and tells him to start shooting. The kid nails it. Enter scary thugs. Thugs are pissed that there was betting action going down in "his" hood. He shoots the bookie, and tells the mentor that he and junior are now under his jurisdiction. Cut to WITSEC ID screens: The big bro: Scot...
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