Recollecting his glass, Raylan took a shallow draft of it as he watched Malcolm take his pills. As much as he might want to argue, the mafia gunmen in the morning was a valid concern, no matter what way Raylan might feel about it.

"Come back down to Lexington once this thing is done with your father. Help me find an apartment. As long as I'm above the bar, I'm gonna end up keeping the peace, money or not. It'll give me enough time to tie up some loose ends and explain to the guy renting me the place. We had an understandin'."