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Margarida: ¡Mi corazón a mil por hora!, a radionovela. Capítulo 6, “A noite dos espíritos”: transcrição completa
(Versão internacional, em inglês, dublada por Dona Socorro Valadares.)

[vinheta da FLAGRA FM]

[órgão]

Dona Socorro (narração): FLAGRA FM presents... Margarida! My heart at a
  thousand miles per hour! The radio-novela. Chapter six... The Night of the
  Spirits. Previously, on Margarida... she became a bridesmaid against her
  will. She took a bath in honey, to become sweet. And the rain washed it
  all away.

Dona Socorro (narração): Tonight, darling, a tape. No label. Found in the
  workshop. Candles, a little go-kart tyre, and eight souls around a table.
  Seven of them drank.

[a fita entra no aparelho: clique e chiado]

O pajé da chuva: Tonight... we shall open the door between the world of the
  living... and the world of pit stop errors.

Margarida: This is the worst idea since hiring optimistic people.

O patriarca: Silence. If this shit cures the Englishman's trauma, it was
  worth every penny.

Max: I'm telling you, I'm fine.

O pajé da chuva: Drink. It is ayahuasca from the Forecasting Centre. It
  opens the mind... and sometimes the gearbox too.

Margarida: I am not drinking that mud.

O patriarca: Oh, you are.

Margarida: No. I am going to pretend. Like a functional adult.

[órgão]

Dona Socorro (narração): She raised the bowl to her lips. She did not
  swallow. Hands joined. Eyes closed. And the Englishman, already in a cold
  sweat.

O pajé da chuva: Feel the wet asphalt. Feel the smell of hot brakes. Feel...
  the wheel that should never have left... leaving. I see Vancouver. I see
  rain. I see a vulnerable British man... lying in bed... while something
  round comes closer.

Max: Oh no.

Ken: Terrifying, porra, this fucking vision is.

Margarida: Excellent. Even Ken is more functional than the rest of you.

O pajé da chuva: At the window... a figure is watching. The mechanic. The
  forgetter. The man who loosened destiny with his own hands.

O patriarca: Sabic. It's Sabic.

Chen: Recurrence confirmed.

Max: I can see him. He's smiling.

Margarida: Naturally. Incompetent people tend to be serene.

O pajé da chuva: And now... the true horror. Under the bed. Hiding in the
  dark. The runaway wheel. It breathes. It spins on its own. And it
  whispers... pit confirmed... pit confirmed... pit confirmed...

Max: MAKE IT STOP!

Kevin: I think I heard it too.

Margarida: You heard your brain cooking.

Ken: Under the bed, irmão, the fucking tyre of destiny hides.

André: Man, now it's getting good.

Max: I hate all of you.

Margarida: Thank God I didn't drink. Because if I were seeing what you are
  seeing... I would resign.

Max: IT'S UNDER THE TABLE NOW!

Dona Socorro (narração): Everyone lifted their feet off the floor.
  Everyone... except one.

Margarida: Pathetic.

[órgão]

Margarida: Very well. Diagnosis complete. Max has trauma. Sabic is the demon
  at the window. The wheel has become a supernatural entity. And you turned
  a workshop mistake into a second-rate shamanic ritual. Congratulations,
  everyone.

O patriarca: So it worked?

Margarida: No. But at least now the trauma has aesthetics.

[algo redondo rola pelo corredor]

André: Did you hear that?

Ken: Back, caralho, the fucking spirit wheel has come.

Chen: A new C.H.E.N. report will be opened.

O patriarca: Nobody opens that door.

[batidas na porta]

Margarida: If it's Sabic, I will personally throw him into the sea again.

[batidas na porta]

[órgão]

Dona Socorro (narração): The camera fell. The last frame showed one single
  person with dignity in the room. And at the door, darling... something
  knocking. Softly. Round, like a wheel. Or like a man who paid five sacks
  of corn... and still has his line to say.

Dona Socorro (narração): Is it the wheel... or is it Esperança? Will she
  open the door? And who, in that room, will sleep tonight? Don't miss it.
  ¡No se lo pierdan!

[órgão]

[intervalo comercial]

Locutor: This chapter was brought to you by the BURNING HEARTS BOOK CLUB!
  This month: I Kissed the Fireman and He Was the Fire! And He Looked at Me
  and I Fainted, volume forty-seven! Four books for the price of five!

Letrinha, lida às pressas: Candles not included. Volume forty-seven has the
  same ending as volume one. You are hearing this because you ate corn.

As falas da Família e do pajé são da fita “Pesadelo de Vancouver”, traduzidas.
A narração é da Dona Socorro. Quem bate à porta, a redação não sabe.
— El Linhaça