Murder Rooms: Mysteries of the Real Sherlock Holmes

Arthur Conan Doyle:
I only wish I'd never met you. He kills her and then escapes and you can do nothing? Your method sir, is a pitiful lie!

Dr. Joseph Bell:
No, this is the lie! There is no possible reason for it, no gain, no profit - not even wicked pleasure. And if this is the future Doyle, I reject it - utterly and with contempt!

Arthur Conan Doyle:
There must be someone who can help.

Dr. Joseph Bell:
At the moment there is only us. Our crusade is personal now, Doyle. Here the line is drawn. And if we have to fight the future, so be it - we will. And on, and on unto the next century. [Bell walks away, and then turns] Will you come?

Arthur Conan Doyle:
[pauses] Aye.