Es mío.
Significa mucho para mí. Un bárbaro
como tú no podría entender.
No es cierto. Puedo usarlo
para sacar las pulgas de mi caballo.
Aparte,
soy de la realeza de Manchurian.
Lo siento...
supuse mal.
Pensé que era una Han.
Devuélveme el peine.
Yo no recibo ordenes de nadie.
Devuélvemelo.

One night...
when I was a boy, I saw
a thousand shooting stars.
I thought,
"Where did they all go?"
I'm an orphan.
I used to look for stars alone.
I thought if I rode to the other
end of the desert, I'd find them.
I've been riding in the desert
ever since.
And so, the little boy
became a fearsome bandit.
He couldn't find the stars,
so he stole my comb.
Out here, you always fight
for survival.
You have to be part of a gang
to stand a chance.
Slowly,
your gang becomes your family.