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“Kinchins” means children, Lewis’ gang of castoffs. This is what she really meant by her earlier comment, “If it were important to ‘em they would protect it better.” Don’t mess with Lewis’ kinchin.


Original Script

LEWIS
Peering at the bird.
You collect strays, too?

JANE
Wuh?

LEWIS
Looks around as she lifts aside a sheet of 
metal to reveal a dark opening.
In there. Quickly.

Inside is a dark, cozy makeshift hideout. It’s a 
cross between a kid’s fort and hobo shack.


LEWIS
Pushing past Jane and speaking into the empty room.
It is me. 
I invited a guest for lunch.

Three kids poke out of their hiding places. They’re all 
skinny, filthy and wearing baggy clothes. Ages 6-10.

LEWIS
Miss Monster, meet the kinchin.
Nibs.
Curly.
And, the twins. (only 1 kid)

Jane looks at Lewis, confused, about to speak.
Lewis motions something like “Don’t ask” or “not now”.