The Guns of Navarone1961

Mallory:
[On Andrea] He's going to kill me when the war's over.

Major Franklin:
You're not serious.

Mallory:
Yes, I am. So is he.

[pause]

Mallory:
About a year ago, I gave a German patrol a safe passage to get some of their wounded into hospital. I guess I still had some romantic notions about fighting a civilized war. Anyway, they wanted Andrea pretty badly, even back then. As soon as they got behind our lines, they shot their casualties, went over to his house, and blew it up. He was out on a job at the time, but his wife and three children were in the house. They were all killed. I helped him to bury them. And then he turned to me and said that as far as he was concerned, it wasn't the Germans who were responsible, but me. Me and my stupid Anglo-Saxon decency. Then he told me what he was going to do, and when.

Major Franklin:
You think he still means to do it?

Mallory:
He's from Crete. Those people don't make idle threats.