 Here, I would like to have legal representation. Well, I was questioned by a judge however I processed that found that I was not allowed legal representation during that very short and sweet hearing. I really don't know what the situation is about. Nobody has told me anything except that I'm accused of murdering a police. I know nothing more than that and I do request someone to come through to give me a legal assistance. No, I have not been charged with that. In fact, nobody has said that to me yet. The first thing I heard about was when the newspaper reporters in the hall asked me that question. You have been charged. Sir? You have been charged. Nobody has said what? Okay, I'll give you that. Okay. How did you do in the right way? How did you do in the right way? The turmoil in the lineup room had long before been taken over in the police station car doors. Everyone was there wanting to see Oswald wanting to be shown the rifle. A police officer brought the rifle out. Foreign May, the press was told. Reporters were asking questions. Newspaper photographers were hustling for better angles. Television cameramen were feeding pictures. And one interested bystander was just looking on that Friday night. His name, Jack Ruby. Chicago born Ruby was a Dallas nightclub owner. He had been a beer joint, he had a beer joint downtown where girls did striptease dances on stage. He didn't belong in the police station. Especially at a time like fortunately Oswald's need for a lawyer soon ended. Instead of law there was one man's impulse, one man's plot for the climax of conspiracy. More questions for the Warren's permission to answer in just a few moments. The next day, Sunday, Oswald as required by Texas law was being transferred from the city jail to the county jail. As all the world knows and as much of America witness, the man who had shown up Friday evening showed up again. Of the Dallas City Hall, and that's a couple on the basement floor, it seems to concern the park. He had this shot, Oswald had this shot.