Scene 1:
The camera cuts to a shot of another camera. Some sort of security camera to be exact. It's clumsily bolted onto an old brick wall in a dark room. We here a familiar voice call out.

Porcelain: Hello Gretel. It's playtime!

The camera cuts to a shot where it's looking down on Gretel, who is lying on the floor, gradually becoming aware of her surroundings. She's an attractive red haired lady in her late thirties, currently wearing a black and white maids uniform. The camera slowly zooms out to show more of the room. It appears to be an old cellar of a grand house, the walls being made of old unpainted bricks. Gretel is on a large circular platform about eight foot across. The outer ring appears to be a foot wide ring of black plastic, the inner section which Gretel is lying on is made out of chain link. This lets us see below the platform, where there's a six foot drop down into a deep looking pool of white pancake batter. As the camera zooms out further we see the platform is suspended in the air by four chains around the edge, hanging down from the ceiling. We also see six clear plastic cylinders hanging above the platform. The camera cuts to one of them. It's a three foot vertical plastic cylinder, just narrow enough for someone to squeeze up. We see at the top is a six inch pool of red paint, held in place at the top by some sort of plastic film.

Gretel: Helen Mathews!
Porcelain: I think you'll find I go by another name now.

The camera cuts to the doorway at the edge of the room. It's barricaded by a door consisting of vertical and horizontal steel bars. Through them we see Porcelain. She's wearing a red PVC corset style top, with a black panel and several red straps with buckles decorating the front. Below that she wears a pleated black leather miniskirt and a familiar pair of red tights and knee high, lace up, 7 inch, stiletto platform boots. Her face has been painted with a white mask across her face, with delicate rosy cheeks, blue eye shadow and now ruby red lips to give her a signature doll like appearance. Her hair has been done in an eye-catching funky style, the right side is it's natural black and hangs down the side of her head freely. The left side has been dyed bright red and given a lot of volume sticking out a couple of inches from her face before draping down.

Gretel: Oh I heard all about your exploits. No doubt funded by all that money you stole from our big fundraiser when you disappeared.
Porcelain: Well you've got to admit I put it to better use than it would have been put to here. All you ever seemed to ever teach at this College is self entitlement and disdain to those who weren't born with a silver spoon in their mouth.
Gretel: Oh that's typical of you Helen. You were given the opportunity of a lifetime with a free degree scholarship after it was decided you couldn't continue to be schooled in your home town. You responded by spending all your time in conflict, and refusing to fit in.
Porcelain: Well that's better than selling out just to try to be cool like you did. You were always more concerned with how the kids saw you, rather than being the authority figure you should have been. Pandering to the most popular, rather than offering help to the more vulnerable, who might have actually appreciated it. Your attempts to be cool didn't work by the way. All those popular kids only laughed at you behind your back. They joked that you'd drink paint thinner to get high, just to be cool, which could be a useful skill to have right about now.

The camera cuts to another one of the cylinders, this time filled with green paint at the top, before cutting back to Gretel.

Gretel: Is this supposed to scare me? Hah! I've worked here through a dozen rag weeks. Your going to threaten to do more than mess me up to scare me.
Porcelain: Oh Gretel. Not for the first time you've severely overestimated your importance in the eyes of others. I don't deny punishing you for your neglect is a bonus, but what I really want is you out of the way. We've got some big plans for this place, and we don't want you getting in our way in your job as housekeeper.
Gretel: What's all this crap in aid of then?
Porcelain: Be a bit more appreciative. A lot of efforts been put in to our little play session.

The camera cuts to Gretel as she stares on, angrily but silently.

Porcelain: I didn't think it would be fare to just lock you up, even having provided food and water and a few other creature comforts next to the pool below. So I came up with this game to play. You'll notice this door has three padlocks on it. That's all that's keeping it shut, at least until the electronic lock on my side activates and seals you in. All you've got to do is find the keys before your time runs out.

Gretel glares at Porcelain, but then dashes strait for one of the tubes. Porcelain is caught slightly off guard, but quickly recovers and steps to one side to reveal a small stand behind her with an hour glass on it which she turns over. As she does this the camera cuts to an overhead shot of Gretel's room. There's a loud clunk as the platform suddenly drops down six inches, causing Gretel to stumble slightly. The camera cuts to one of the tubes, with a layer of yellow paint at the top. Gretel comes into shot as she squeezes into the tube, reaching up with her hands. She tears the plastic film apart with her hands, causing the paint to fall down on to her head. The camera zooms out as Gretel crouches back down, with a look of annoyance on her face as she wipes some of the paint off. The camera cuts to the pool of paint on the plastic ring that has 5 different keys glistening in it. We see Gretel's hand quickly grab them. The camera quickly cuts to the hour glass and see about twenty percent of the sand has gone. The camera cuts back to Gretel as she tries the keys on the padlocks. Three are obviously too big or small, but two appear to be the right size. One doesn't work on any of the padlocks, but one of them causes the middle of the three padlocks to snap open.
As Gretel discards the padlock the platform jolts again, dropping another four inches downwards. Gretel squeezes up into another cylinder, but this time instead of tearing the film apart completely she pierces a smaller whole in the center, causing a trickle of paint to pour down on her, and then the floor. She then goes around the remaining four cylinders, piercing a hole in the film of each one, causing the paint to drain out. The camera cuts back to the hourglass showing half the sand gone, then back to Gretel, now with several colorful streaks of paint on her head as she crawls round on her hands and knees, looking for keys of the right size for the padlocks. With about a dozen keys in hand she heads back to the door and frantically starts to try all the keys. The fifth one she tries causes one of the padlocks to snap open, causing another loud jolt as the platform falls by another four inches. Gretel frantically tries the remaining keys on the last padlock. None of them fit. Gretel lets out a loud grunt of annoyance, and hits the door before she tries the keys a second time. As she does this the camera cuts to a close up of one of the plastic cylinders, showing a key still caught in the plastic film as a result of Gretel not tearing it apart completely. The camera then cuts to the hour glass as the sand runs out completely. The camera cuts again to the electronic lock on the door, there's a loud buzz as the light on it changes from green to red.

The camera cuts to a side shot of Gretel, and pans down at speed with Gretel as the platform freefalls down and splashes down into the pool of pancake batter bellow. Gretel looses her footing and quickly submerges along with the platform. Seconds later she sits up in the batter, completely covered in a thick white layer. She lets out a loud grunt of annoyance as she smashes her fist down in frustration.
Roll opening titles:

Scene 2:

We fade into a dimly lit cellar. Judging by the architecture it's the same building we saw Gretel and Porcelain in, but judging by the decor it's in a much nicer area. It's a large room with lots of rectangular wooden tables, arranged in a deliberate fashion, like you'd expect in a restaurant, or more likely a canteen. As the camera pans around it moves in closer on the rooms only two diners. A man and woman, who judging by the way they act towards one another are more than a couple of friends. Both are wearing stylish but practical looking black jumpsuits and are finishing off a pizza between them, and helping themselves to more wine. As we see more detail it's apparent that these are people we know. The female is Sandy, Porcelain's old best friend, who escaped from a trap in the previous film. Since we last saw her though she's dyed her hair a dark purple, and now has a number of facial piercings. The male of the couple is Porcelain's old ally Dwayne. On his feet are a pair of mid heeled black boots you'd normally expect a female to wear. As the camera shows his face we see he's grown his blonde hair out long, and is wearing red lipstick and pink eye shadow. Before we get to learn a little more about this odd couple they're interrupted.

Porcelain: Woo Hoo!
Sandy: Hi Porcelain. I take it things went well.

The camera cuts to Porcelain as she enters. She has her eyes closed and her arms around her body, like she's hugging herself in ecstasy. After a few seconds she stops to reply.

Porcelain: I was a little worried towards the end, when it looked like Gretel might actually escape. Luckily though it seemed fate wasn't on her side, it was on ours.
Sandy: Come sit down and have some wine with us then.
Porcelain: That's O.K. I'm more of a vodka and soda girl myself.

Porcelain strides over to a nearby counter to make herself a drink, and takes a large mouthful, before joining Dwayne and Sandy, sitting on the edge of the table next to them.

Sandy: So this is where you were sent after that awful prank back in Southbrook.
Dwayne: It seems like quite a nice place.
Porcelain: Don't be fooled by the luxury. When your surrounded by a bunch of vile people, who won't play with you, unless it's to bully and torment you it just becomes a gilded nightmare.
Dwayne: We all know what it's like to be spurned and mocked by society, and are ready to teach people a proper lesson. Just like we did back in Southbrook.
Sandy: Just try not to get caught by the police this time. They now know I've aligned with you now, so I won't be able to keep them occupied while Porcelain busts you out of jail.
Porcelain: I know one thing about the lessons we're going to teach. It will be a better lesson than anything the glorified babysitters here have ever taught. I'm so excited now everything's falling into place. Gretel's out of the way, we're on schedule with the construction of the other playrooms in the cellar, and Gary hacked into the computers to ensure certain individuals will be returning from home a few days early.
Sandy: Where is Gary at the moment?
Porcelain: He's out laying down a few explosive charges along the banks of the nearby river. When the time is right we can flood the access road to cut everyone off for a few days.
Sandy: Is he going to be alright out there on his own?
Porcelain: He should be. He's always happier working on his own during situations like this.
Sandy: That's true enough.
Porcelain: Speaking of time on your own I'll make my move now. I don't want to disturb your time together too much.

With that Porcelain downs the last half of her drink and exits up the stairs.

Dwayne: Is it me or has she been showing a lot of interest in us these last few days?
Sandy: I think I know why. Didn't you see the list of people we've invited? You must have spotted a boys name on there.
Dwayne: I did. I noticed actually as I thought it was mainly the other girls here who gave her such a hard time.
Sandy: I don't think that's why he's invited. Did Porcelain ever mention she had a boyfriend while she was here. From what I gather he was a bit of an outcast like us.
Dwayne: She never mentioned it to me or Gary. I guess she'd be less willing to talk about that with us boys, or at least those who were born male.
Sandy: To be honest she's been a little vague on the subject with me, but I think she's got something in mind. Maybe she's going to set up a special play session, like she did with me.
Dwayne: Well it worked then. It's what got you out of that bad place you were in.