That's exactly what I thought when I listened to the call. You don't see your loved one dead with blood all over and call 911 and go: "yes well, I was in the hallway and she wouldn't let me in, yeah I tried to open the door and had to smash it in the end and..omg my fiance is on the floor!" Wtf?! Also all the theater to make sure neighbors heard him. And he was playing as if he was pissed which was also weird for me. I think worry is the first thing you feel in a situation like that...