- [Sir Arthur Conan Doyle has told Agatha Christie that he once suffered from writer's block and cured it by designing a golf course, and recommends that Agatha should do the same when she asks his advice because her readers are guessing the identity of the culprits in her books. She consults Sir Hugh Persimmion, an expert on golf course design]
- Agatha Christie: I want to design a golf course.
- Sir Hugh Persimmion: I see. Really?
- Agatha Christie: Yes.
- Sir Hugh Persimmion: Well, in that case, I'm afraid my answer's quite short. You can't.
- Agatha Christie: Excuse me?
- Sir Hugh Persimmion: [patronisingly] There isn't a golf club I know that would commission a design from a woman. I understand there has been a trend of late for ladies to golf. But really, the sheer complexity of a designer's task is beyond the capabilities of a woman. No matter how capable that woman is.
- Agatha Christie: [smiling ingratiatingly] I see. I hadn't realised. But thinking about it, how could I have been so stupid? Imagine a woman being able to design the preamble to putting something small in a hole. A woman might just present the hole and have done. And where would be the fun in that? There'd be nothing to groom, for a start.
- [she stands up]
- Agatha Christie: [still smiling sweetly] Thank you for your time. It's been pointless.
- [Sir Hugh looks nonplussed as he realises that Agatha's charming "climbdown" and farewell were actually intended to be highly insulting - and highly suggestive as well]
- Agatha Christie: What if Sherlock Holmes had never existed?
- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: Good riddance to an intolerable dick.
- Title Card: In December 1926, Agatha Christie went missing for eleven days. The circumstances surrounding her disappearance have never been revealed. This film imagines what might have happened...
- Detective Inspector Dicks: This process will take some time, but please do not keep asking me how long. The more annoying you are, the more of a bastard I'll be.
- Detective Inspector Dicks: Although I would rather be here than searching for authors in bushes, I do not like working with one hand tied behind my back.
- Detective Inspector Dicks: It's a shame the truth of murder doesn't lend itself to detective stories. I mean, it wouldn't be much good if the person most likely to have done it actually did it.
- Agatha Christie: No. That would never work.
- [stands up]
- Agatha Christie: Time to go.
- Detective Inspector Dicks: I just got comfy. Was it something I said?
- Agatha Christie: No, Inspector. it's something I thought.
- Agatha Christie: Does it feel like justice?
- Mabel: Yes, but... it's a funny kind of justice that's carried out by a group of strangers.
- Agatha Christie: If she were alive, Florence would be helping strangers.