Even for a movie, this story defies credibility on so many levels that it begins to parody itself. It starts with a nice enough guy, Nick Allen (William Hall) looking for employment in a new town, who's suddenly caught up in a street fight and taking a bullet for a young lady accosted by a couple of thugs. His wound is treated in a ritzy apartment by a doctor making a house call at no charge. I was waiting for the moment when all the surreal events would catch up with him, but instead, Nick winds up in a getaway car when a policeman is shot chasing down mobster Capper Regan (Dean Jagger) and his henchmen. Not once did Nick ever question what was going on, or attempt to bail out, instead he joins the crooks as they take it on the lam.
What defies reason the most though is how not one, but all three of the petty hoods wind up having a Green Acres moment and decide that they'd rather give up their life of crime in favor of the peace and solitude of rural life. Along the way, one might ask what ever happened to Nick's bullet wound, since he's shown going swimming without even a scratch; and by the way, where did the spiffy swim trunks come from?
Maybe with a little more thought, something credible might have been salvaged from the concept attempted here, but as it is, it just doesn't work. Individually, each of the characters is likable enough, including bad guys Spudsy Baker (Ward Bond) and Red Graham (Murray Alper), along with Capper's moll Jo Elliott (Steffi Duna), who starts out a little rough but mellows as the story progresses; those chicks put her over the edge. There are a couple of romances thrown in for good measure too, though the only one who makes it through the story maintaining some semblance of character integrity is Bill the German Shepherd, and he had to take a bullet too!