Gregg Hoffman Residence
14 june 16 - 2.30 PM
Olivia: Oh my god! Daddy wake up! Please don't leave me! Someone help me pleaseee. Daddy, wakeup! [crying]
Olivia: Hello, police? Please help me pleasee..my.. my dad! someone killed him!
Police: Alright honey, slow down so I can hear you. Where are you right now?
Olivia: My name is Olivia and just freaking come here! God pleaseeee, someone killed my dad!
[Police and ambulance arrives]
Olivia: Stop!
Dect.Claire: Olivia is your name right? Stay away from that body.
Olivia: Please help me, my dad. someone killed him. [sobbing]
Det.Claire: Alright honey, stand up, let's go, follow me so we can clean you up and we go to the hospital.
Olivia: I'm not sick!
Det.Claire: Olivia, I know, we're just worried if you'll get a trauma for what just happened, alright?
Olivia: Okay [nods]
...............
At the hospital
5 PM
Det.Claire: Olivia? Can I come in?
Olivia: Yeah, sure.
Det.Claire: So I'm not gonna ask you anything for now, and...
Olivia: He was murdered, wasn't he?
Det.Claire: We're not sure about that yet, but don't worry about it. We will sure do an autopsy for your dad and maybe we can get the killer.
Olivia: No! You can't do that!
[Det. Claire and Det. Brad exchanges glance]
Det.Claire: Alright, slow down.. What's wrong? You don't want to know who killed your dad?
Det.Brad: Yea, what the hell is wrong with that? You scared or something?
Det.Claire: Brad, easy. Let me talk to her, alright?
Olivia: Um, sorry I just can't see him hurts anymore. [crying]
Let's just buried him.
Det.Claire: Olivia, your dad is not gonna feel any pain anymore.. Look, I know it's hard for you, but I'm sure you can face and accept this.
Olivia: Hmm, he's the only one that I had, sorry for raising my voice at you.
Det. Claire: Don't worry, I understand. So we gotta go, and you should take a rest. And here is my number, and you can call me anytime. See you tomorrow.
........................
In the car.
Det.Claire: Brad, what's wrong with your face? Smile a bit.
Det.Brad: Really? You just got mad at me in front of that girl. How can I smile, huh?
Det.Claire: God, Brad, she's only 18 and she just lost her father, we need to be compromise.
Det.Brad: Look, I'm not trying to be a jerk in here, but I don't beleive her, she seems so fake about something.
Det.Claire: We can't jugde her yet Brad, let's just wait for the result. Okay? Sounds cool?
