The Black List. "As a protagonist, Liz is definitely sympathetic (though a bit naïve), thrust into a major conflict against the mother-of-all-enemies. The script offers an ominous, striking villain in the Devil himself, dripping with quiet, confident menace and bringing drama into the story through his sheer presence alone (especially given the dreadful paralysis he seems to inflict on his victims – a unique touch). As the characters endure the terror, the script uses voiceover narration heavily but cleverly, illustrating the characters' panicked, fragmented thoughts in each troubling incident." Earth is a bubble held high by the Heavens above the Devil's domain. Liz is a prominent businesswoman unaware she's been chosen by God, or of The Devil's interest in her. A sculptured bust of Christ placed in the void of an old Ghost-Gum tree in the grounds opposite her home, brings all to the fore. The Devil is so confident she will accept him, he visits her five (5) times. Firstly as himself, emerging from her Barrister's body during a conference, then, taking over Harry, a supporter of Liz' newly-formed political party when he immobilises her body, with only her eyes to give strength as inch-by-inch as a poorly-oiled grinder she turns her chair to put him behind her. Then the realization of what she has done terrifies her, "... just one hit and I'm dead!" The Devil leaves undeterred. He obtains a freshly-deceased body and in a Judge's Full-Bottom wig concealing his face, as 'Warren' he brings gifts and makes promises. "... do this, and it will get you in [to politics]." Then... "you will be my bride." Trembling to the core of her being, Liz destroys his gifts and ignores his proposal. But there are others to use. A milk-docket lost by office junior Fiona on the way to work the previous day is found inserted in the book "Hitler" Warren left for Liz. No amount of contemplation reveals the circumstances of its insertion into a book not yet in their possession. Hell is getting colder. In desperation the Devil sends in his Alien goons. Liz is asleep. She opens her eyes to warm fluid running over her face and sees eight-foot tall charcoaled, tri-stepped-headed Aliens. The closest one steps back and folds his arms. She can neither move nor respond to the peril she's in, nor do her senses register any desire to scream for help, move or object. The length and sharpness of the finger-nails that project from the large knuckled fingers are capable of slicing flesh in a single move alone, are sufficient to cause terror. She falls back into unconsciousness . A dream?... it could have remained if not for her mum discovering the saturated pillow. At all cost Hell must be restored. The Devil contemplates... "perhaps Liz' daughter will do!"