Hayward police released on Friday the audio of a 911 call made Aug. 14 by an 11-year-old girl as her father, 37-year-old Donny Gene Simmons, argued with his wife. The call ended shortly after Hayward police entered the apartment and fatally shot Simmons.

Dispatcher: Hayward Emergency?

California Highway Patrol: Yeah, CHP has a transfer, location for Tennyson Road.

Dispatcher: Hello, caller? Hello? Hello?

Caller: Hello, hi.

Dispatcher: Hi, confirm your address?

Caller: Hi, my dad has my mom locked in the room and um, she's screaming.

Dispatcher: OK, what's the address?

Caller: Um, Lord Tennyson. Hayward.

Dispatcher: What apartment number?

Caller: [address redacted]. In the front where the building is.

Dispatcher: [address redacted]?

Caller: Yeah.

Dispatcher: How, how old are you?

Caller: Eleven.

Dispatcher: What's going on there?

Caller: Huh?

Dispatcher: Your dad has your mom locked in a room?

Caller: Yeah, and she's screaming and my sister's crying and ...

Dispatcher: What, what room did your dad lock your mom in?

Caller: His room. And --

Dispatcher: Is he in there with her?

Caller: Yeah, and I don't know what he's doing ...

Dispatcher: Does it sound like he's hitting her?

Caller: Yeah, they're hitting each -- I don't know, I think he's hitting himself or something and he's telling her to hit him or something. He said he was going to kill my mom.


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Dispatcher: You heard him say that?

Caller: Yeah.

Dispatcher: Did he say how he would kill her?

Caller: Um, no, but um, my mom's saying, "Don't touch me!" and he still is.

(Caller shouts away from receiver to sister, "Shut the door, [name redacted]!")

(Sister begins shouting indiscernibly in background)

Dispatcher: OK, you're doing a real good job, what is your name?

Caller: [name redacted]

Dispatcher: OK, [name redacted], and is that your brother with you?

Caller: No, it's my sister.

Dispatcher: How old is your sister?

Caller: Twelve.

Dispatcher: What's her name?

Caller: [name redacted]

Dispatcher: What's her name?

Caller: [name redacted]

Dispatcher: OK, does your dad have any guns or any weapons in the house?

Caller: I have no idea.

Dispatcher: You don't know, OK. And uh, where are you right now?

Caller: In my room.

Dispatcher: OK, your sister's with you in your room?

Caller: No, she's out there now.

Dispatcher: What is she doing?

Caller: She's watching. Telling them to stop.

Dispatcher: She's telling them to stop? OK. Has your dad ever hit you or your sister before?

Caller: No.

Dispatcher: Do you think he would hit your sister tonight?

Caller: I don't know. He was drinking.

Dispatcher: He was drinking? OK.

Caller: Yes.

Dispatcher: Have they been fighting all night?

Caller: No. Well, earlier, yeah.

Dispatcher: What's, what's your dad's name, do you know his first name?

Caller: Donny.

Dispatcher: Say it again?

Caller: Donny.

Dispatcher: What's his last name?

Caller: Simmons.

Dispatcher: Felix?

Caller: Simmons.

Dispatcher: Simmons. And what r -- ... is your dad white, black, Asian, Hispanic?

Caller: He's Portuguese and white.

Dispatcher: Oh, OK. And how old is he, do you know?

Caller: Um, I think he's 30 ... 38, or 37?

Dispatcher: Has he ever been arrested before, do you know?

Caller: Yes he has.

Dispatcher: Do you know what for?

Caller: No.

Dispatcher: Have the police come to your house before?

Caller: Not this house.

Dispatcher: No, but where you lived before?

Caller: Yeah.

Dispatcher: Oh OK, and did you see him hit your mom?

Caller: I don't know I'm not out there.

Dispatcher: It's OK. But I mean earlier, when they were fighting. Did you see any of it?

(Inaudible shouting)

Caller: ... Hello?

Dispatcher: Hi, I'm here. We're driving over to you, I'm just asking these questions so I can tell the officers what's going on while they drive there, OK? I know I'm asking a lot of questions, you're doing a really good job. Can you still hear your mom and dad yelling at each other?

Caller: Yeah, she's telling him to leave and then he's like, he's asking for the keys.

Dispatcher: Oh OK, do you know what kind of car he drives?

Caller: Um, we have a van, and then there's another little car.

Dispatcher: OK, what color is the van?

Caller: White. White and, with a black hood ... He's hitting his head against the wall or something.

Dispatcher: Oh OK, and you think it's his head or your mom's?

Caller: I think he's grabbing a knife.

Dispatcher: What do you mean, what do you mean "You think?"

Caller: He's grabbing a knife.

("Dad, I'm begging you!" caller's sister shouts in background.)

Caller: He's saying he's going to kill her.

Dispatcher: He says he's gonna kill her?

Caller: Yeah.

Dispatcher: OK, does he have the knife in his hand?

Caller: Hold on ... he's saying, "I'm gonna give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1" or something.

Dispatcher: What did he say?

Caller: He's like, counting down to like, kill her or something.

Dispatcher: OK, he has the knife in his hand?

Caller: Yeah --

(Dispatcher turns from receiver, "Can someone get me a Code 3 to stage for that? I think he might ... )

(Profane shouting grows louder, caller's sister begins crying hysterically.)

Dispatcher: OK, we're on the way, OK, you're doing a really good job, I just need you to tell me what's going on and what you're hearing, OK?"

(Twenty seconds of silence on line, hysterical screaming and profane shouting in the background as dispatcher listens in. Caller's sister pleads with her father to stop. Simmons shouts, "Give me the (expletive) keys, now.")

Dispatcher: Hang on one second --

(Dispatcher turns away from receiver, asks, "Did anyone get me an ambulance for that? Oh, OK.")

Dispatcher: Are you still there?

Caller: Yeah.

Dispatcher: OK, what are you hearing now?

Caller: Uh, he was just yelling at her saying, "Give me the keys now."

Dispatcher: Did he stab her?

Caller: Um, I don't, I don't know.

Dispatcher: Does he have, does he have a knife?

Caller: Let me check.

Dispatcher: I don't want you to go out there, I don't want you to do anything that's going to hurt you.

Caller: He's going to stab my mom.

Dispatcher: He has the knife?

Caller: Yeah.

Dispatcher: You can see him?

Caller: Yeah ... Please hurry.

Dispatcher: Where is he, what is he doing with the knife right now?

Caller: He said, "I'm going to hurt you, (expletive)," to my mom.

(Siren can briefly be heard in the background.)

Dispatcher: Oh OK. All right, we're driving there as fast as we can, OK, just tell me what you see ... and is he holding the knife up to her?

Caller: Yeah ... he said, "Give me the keys or I'm going to hurt you."

Dispatcher: What's he doing? He's what?

Caller: He said, "Give me the keys right now or I'm going to hurt you."

(Profane yelling continues in background, dispatcher's radio blares, "Please confirm the address, that address is the offices, it's not apartments.")

(Profane shouting grows louder.)

Dispatcher: If you're in apartment [redacted], then what's the, what's the actual address of your building?

Caller: Um, it's the main office.

Dispatcher: Oh you are ... So you guys are in the office? [name redacted], are you in the office, is that where you live?

Caller: Yeah, like, I live by the office in front. Like, the main building? But I live at [address redacted].

Dispatcher: Oh OK, we just need to make sure that we're going to the right place because our officers are driving there right now, OK, they should be there any second.

Caller: OK, it's like, uh, where the back is, the office. And it's right there across.

Dispatcher: OK, what's going on now?

Caller: Um ...

Dispatcher: Does he still have the knife?

Caller: Um ...

Dispatcher: I don't want you to go in there, but if you can see from where you're at.

Caller: OK.

Dispatcher: Our officers should be coming up there right now, OK? ... [name redacted], tell me what you're seeing, he still has the knife?

Caller: Yeah, I did.

Dispatcher: He has it in his hand?

Caller: Yeah.

Dispatcher: What kind of knife is it?

Caller: It's like ... it's one of those long ones, like, it's silver?

Dispatcher: Is the front door open?

Caller: Um, let me go check.

(Caller's sister to Simmons: "Dad, put it down, now!")

(Dispatcher to officers: "She's checking the front door.")

Dispatcher: [name redacted], they're going to kick the door in, so stay away, OK?

Caller: OK.

Dispatcher: OK, once, are you in your room right now?

(Door explodes open, two shots are fired, caller's sister cries out in shock.)

Caller: It's open.

Dispatcher: OK, I want you to stay right where you are and do exactly what the police officers tell you, OK?

(Caller goes silent, hysterical screams fill the room.)

Dispatcher: [name redacted]?

(Caller's sister continues to cry and scream hysterically, male and female voices yell, "They shot him!")

Dispatcher: [name redacted]?

Caller: Hello?

Dispatcher: Hi.

Caller: They're here.

Dispatcher: OK, talk to the officers, OK?

Caller: OK, thank you.

Dispatcher: OK, [name redacted], you did a good job.

Caller: Thank you.

Dispatcher: All right, buh-bye.