Radiance

The Radiant Car Thy Sparrows Drew

(Oxblood films, dir. Severin Unck)

SC2 EXT. ADONIS—DAY 6 POST PLANETFALL 23:14 [30 NOVEMBER, 1944]

[EXT. Former site of the Village of Adonis, on the Shores of the Sea of Qadesh, Night.

SEVERIN UNCK and her CREW have lit the cracked braziers of the village; this is the only light source, but it is ample. Callowbrick flames flicker ghostlike over what was once the centre of town, Ahab Square—whose name provides a neat indicator of the general humour to be found in callowhale villages such as this, all over Venus. The ruins of Adonis’s dwellings and public buildings are visible as tall shadows, unsettling shapes, no longer recognizable as human habitation, their angles stove inward and burst open to become the shattered bones of a place once living. Lashes of a milky substance splash foliage, ruins, beach, roads. A light rain falls.

Dead Adonis, laid out in state on the beachhead, possessed of one single mourner. The great ocean provides a score for this starlit landfall. In the old days a Foley boy would thrash rushes against the floor of the theatre to simulate the colossal, dusky red tide of the Sea of Qadesh, the great waterway that flows through all the corners of Venus, having no beginning and no end. The audience would squint in the dark, trying to see some sense of scarlet in the monochrome waves, emerald in the undulating cacao-ferns. The black silk balloon of the Clamshell’s amphibious dinghy crinkles and billows lightly on the strand.

SEVERIN steps into frame, into the diffident, limping light, her bobbed hair sweat-curled in the wilting wind. She has thrown the exhibition costume into an offscreen campfire and is clothed now in her accustomed trousers and black aviator’s jacket.

Other shapes move with busy intensity as the CREW sets up camp. SEVERIN holds her hand out like she would to a horse or a dog—walking carefully, quietly—but she does not walk toward a horse or a dog. SEVERIN looks uncertainly over her shoulder at the long snarl of sea behind them—and at ERASMO ST. JOHN, temporarily trusted with the care and feeding of George. He says something to her offscreen—he must, because she cocks her head as though considering a riddle and says something back to him. Her mouth moves, but the microphones have not been set up yet. Her lips make words the audience can never quite read.

A SMALL BOY walks in circles around the stub of what was once a Divers Memorial. All such villages have a Memorial: a cairn of diving bells bolted together on a pedestal in the town square, one for each diver who perished fast to a whale, lost in pursuit of the precious pale gold of callowmilk. Adonis’s monument has its bells no longer, vanished with the population, but the pedestal remains. The boy stares down as he turns and turns, endlessly. His hands flicker and blur as if he is signing something, or writing on phantom paper. He wears an adult’s diving costume, its brass bell attached firmly round his neck. Its folds and grommets drag against him, slow him down.

SEVERIN calls to him. He does not flinch or stop. He does not look up. The camera watches him. SEVERIN watches him. Slowly, the CREW cease their activity and turn their gazes to the child. The footage crackles into life as the sound equipment comes online. SEVERIN squats down on her heels in a friendly, schoolteacherly fashion, still holding out her hand, beckoning. She tilts her head in an aw, come on gesture. Two kids in a garden. One wants to play. The other does not.]

SEVERIN

Hey, little guy … it’s okay now. It’s fine now. I’m here. My name’s Severin. You can call me Rinny if you like that better.

[The BOY simply turns and turns and turns, over and over. His huge diving bell casts a shadow like a black spotlight. The film is damaged. It has always been damaged. It was damaged in the dailies. No one has ever seen it uncorroded. The BOY seems to leap forward and backward round the ruined Memorial, jumping in and out of reality as the print cuts in and out, in and out.

CUT TO: EXT. ADONIS, DAY. 07:45: MARIANA ALFRIC is screaming, clutching her hand to her breast FILM DAMAGED FOOTAGE SPLICE CORRODED SKIP AFFECTED AREA SKIPPING SKIPPING UNABLE TO COMPENSATE ERROR 143 SEE ARCHIVIST FOR ASSISTANCE]