Can you send someone to my house?
What’s the problem there?
Well, my ex-husband – or my husband – just broke in . . . and he’s ranting and raving . . .
Has he been drinking or anything?
No, but he’s crazy.
Did he hit you?
No.
Do you have a restraining order against him?
No.
The operator takes her name and address and promises to send police out. A few minutes later, Nicole Simpson calls back.
Could you get someone over here now . . .? He’s back. Please.
What does he look like?
He’s O. J. Simpson. I think you know his record. Could you just send somebody over here? (tremor in her voice)
What kind of car is he in?
He’s in a white Bronco. But first of all, he broke the back door down to get in before.
Is he the sportscaster or whatever?
Yes. Thank you.
Wait a minute, we’re sending the police. What is he doing? Is he threatening you?
(sobbing): He’s f—— going nuts . . .
Stay on the line.
I don’t want to stay on the line. He’s going to beat the s— out of me.
Does he have any weapons?
I don’t know . . .
OK, just a moment . . . Is he on drugs or anything?
No.
Is he still outdoors?
He’s in the backyard, screaming at my roommate about me and at me here.
What is he saying?
Oh, something about some guy I know and hookers and keys and I started this s— before. And it’s all my fault. And now, “What am I going to do, get the police in on this?” That whole thing. It’s all my fault. I started this before. Brother. (Crying) I don’t want my kids exposed to this.
Has he hit you today?
No.
OK, you just want him to leave?
He broke the door. He broke the whole back door in.
And then he left and he came back?
Then he came and he practically knocked my upstairs door down. But he pounded it, and then he screamed and hollered and I tried to get him out of the bedroom, ‘cause the kids are sleeping in there . . . then he took my phone book with all my stuff in it.
Is he inside right now?
Yes, yes.
(with O. J. Simpson yelling in background): Is he talking to you?
Yeah . . .
What is he saying?
What else? (Then to Simpson): O.J.! O.J.! The kids are sleeping.
You didn’t give a s— about the kids . . .
Is he still yelling at you? Is he upset with something you did?
A long time ago. It always comes back.
Is your roommate talking to him?
(crying again): No, no one could talk. Listen to him.
I don’t give a s— anymore.
Could you just please, O.J., O.J., O.J., O.J., could you please leave? Please leave.
I’m leaving with my two f—— kids is when I’m leaving. (Inaudible) You don’t have to worry about me anymore, Nicole.
Does he know you’re on the phone with the police?
No.
Hey, I have to read this bulls— all week in the National Enquirer . . .
Has this happened before or no?
Many times.
