Malcolm Bright

Raylan hitched his eyebrows and laughed, glancing at Malcolm as though Martin had just told a very clever joke. "I know that you were once a doctor, yes, but that doesn't make you one now. Not exactly serving the general population in here, are you? It doesn't matter," Raylan said, dismissing it with a casual wave of his hand before pointing back over at Martin's desk and ambling that way.

"I am here about your papers, sir. More specifically, what they are and how long you've been a pen pal to the outside. You must have some interesting friends," he continued, turning one of the wide stiff paper binders towards him and popping the button keeping it shut. "Your 'proclivities' so easy to search. New York does love talking about you."