Whoa!!! Drama overload!!!

My phone double rang tonite--that means it's someone from outside the building. Usually it's DH, and I had someone at my desk asking me a question, I didn't answer. I called him back and checked to see if it was him.

Me: Was it you that called?
DH: Yes, but this isn't a good time. I'll call you back.

Five seconds later, my cell phone rang, which was a miracle in itself (maybe) because I usually don't get a signal at work.

All I could hear was DD screaming and crying.
I told her, "You've got to calm down before I can talk to you--I can't understand you!"
So she screamed as loud as she could in my ear and hung up.

So. I called DH back, asked him what was going on. I could hear DD screaming at the top of her lungs in the background. DH says he is going to call the police, he thinks she needs to be committed. I can tell from his voice that I am talking to "That Guy" (of course), but I try anyhow--"No, don't call the police, I think we can handle this. I don't want them to take her away from us for any reason."
DH: Well I do.

DH: I don't care what happens to her.

Me: I know you don't now, but we've put years of our lives into making sure this kid is loved and grows up to be as well-adjusted as she can, given her circumstances. Why don't you let me talk to her?

DH: You're not going to be able to calm her down. Every time I say something, she starts screaming. I'm fu**ing sick of it.

I could hear him trying to hand the phone to DD and I could hear her screaming in the background. And I'm wondering how I'm going to take care of this, since I'm 2 hours away from home. Suddenly DD decides she wants to talk to me after all, and I have no idea how, but I got her calmed down and she agreed to go to bed and stay in her room. Before she let me go, I asked her to hand the phone to DH. He wouldn't take the phone from her, which, of course, made her scream and cry more. Finally I just told DD that I'd get a hold of Dad later, and she should just go to bed.

DH still won't talk to me.

Probably, that's a good idea right now.

I want to tell him what I think of his parenting skills. I have no idea what kinds of things "That Guy" said to DD. I'm really afraid to find out. He and DD used to be so close. He was so much better at this before he got sick. But then I know that "That Guy" didn't show up because he was a good parent. There hasn't been a huge meltdown like this for probably a year or so. I'm worried about DD. She has a tough enough time without trying to understand that DH used to be a good dad but now he isn't because he's sick. I wish I was home so I could hug her.