The doc is working for a department store as a driver and stock guy when he is drawn into a sticky situation. He is picking up something, a porno film perhaps, when he witnesses an altercation that leaves a man dead. The guy had been needling Leslie Nielsen, who married the owner of the store's daughter. So Les hauls off and hits the guy, who staggers until Les leaves, and then dies. What a punch! Kimble checks on the guy and then drives off to call an ambulance. An old drunk wanders by and lifts the corpse's valuables and is then arrested. Dick sees a newspaper headline saying the guy claims to be innocent. Kimble knows he's innocent, and it brings back memories of his own plight. Even though William Conrad tells him to forget about it and move on, Kimble is made of nobler stuff, and calls Nielsen. He tells him he saw what happened and says surely you don't want to see an innocent man convicted. Nielsen says he doesn't care about the guy. And don't call me Shirley. Anyways, Kimble keeps pestering Nielsen to do the right thing. Les's wife, a real piece of work, wants him to just pay Kimble off. They get the store detective involved, and eventually he finds the wanted poster. Now, the problem here is how the cops could ever believe that the feeble old drunk could have hit the guy so hard as to kill him. But nobody, not even the brilliant Dr Kimble, questions how the drunk could have done the guy in. But in the end, Les is impressed that a convicted murderer would stick his neck out for some drunk, and calls the cops to confess his part. His wife tries to stop him, and he slaps her in the face. Fortunately, or not, she's not killed or even injured. This time, it's not a woman who helps Kimble get away, but a guy. Leslie Nielsen!