Hana: The war's over - you told me yourself. How can it be desertion?
Oliver: It's not over everywhere. I didn't mean literally.
Hana: [looking at Almasy] When he dies I'll catch up.
Oliver: [looking over the small cache of provisions] It's not safe here. The whole country's crawling with Bandits and Germans and God knows what. It's madness. I can't allow it. You're not alright, this is natural. It's shock. For all of us. Hana?
Hana: [bent] I need morphine. A lot. And a pistol.
Oliver: [clutching at straws, about Almasy] And what if he really is a spy?
Hana: [impatient] He can't even move!
Oliver: If anything happened to you I'd never forgive myself.
[as Hana nods and smiles]
Oliver: ... We're heading for Leghorn. Livorno the Italians call it. We'll expect you.