Thanks for unlocking that particular repressed memory for me. For an instant, I was five years old again, in my parents’ starter home, hiding behind a LazyBoy recliner, all the while being equally aghast at Decker’s final anguish.That slow approach sequence with the fiery gullet enhanced by the rhythmic, trodding beat of Sol Kaplan's score literally drove me to duck behind my father's preferred Danish Modern chair
One wonders why we ever watched that show again.