LAST DANCE

Fleishman introduces a seen-it-all LA cop to a few things he’s never seen.

Whatever killed 42-year-old ballerina Katrina Ivanovna didn’t leave a mark on her. And since her body vanishes from the morgue before an autopsy, it’s anybody’s guess what killed her. Nor are the facts about her pre-decease much more definite. It’s clear that she considered her starring role in choreographer Andreas Stein’s new production of Giselle her last chance for a comeback, clear that she worried that her body was no longer equal to the demands of the role, and clear that she popped pills and accepted new sex partners with abandon. But what links might her Kremlin-connected mother have forged to Mickey (ne Mikhail) Orlov, the Hollywood producer whose shadowy past, perhaps including KGB membership, may have involved meddling in the 2016 U.S. presidential election? And why would anyone want to steal the body Katrina felt had betrayed her? The detective on the case, the LAPD’s Sam Carver, talks a great game, alternating between laconic dialogue and appealingly quotable reflections as he fights off his memories of Dylan Cross, the woman who escaped after taking him prisoner and confessing that she’d killed two men who’d raped her. But neither Carver nor his creator ever weaves together all the busy lines of the episodic plot, and by the end, he can only conclude: “The case isn’t solved, but the guilty are dead.”

The best review comes early, in the form of a presidential tweet: “LAPD can’t stop illegals, loses ballerina. SAD.”