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Our prayers have been answered: The White Lotus has finally returned to HBO. No more dragons and no more incest (we hope)—instead, we’ve got snotty rich couples and farting grandpas. Yes, one of TV’s finest shows is back and grosser than ever. Get ready for male genitalia galore!
But before we get into the many dicks—double entendre—of The White Lotus Season 2 (Euphoria, you’ve been challenged), let’s set the scene. We’re in Sicily now, still at The White Lotus resort chain, but with a whole new crew of characters. In the very first scene, we meet a very chipper Daphne (Meghann Fahy) on her last day at the resort. During her last dive into the bright Mediterranean waters, she swims into a dead body. Ah!
As opposed to in the first season, though, we know the body is not that of our main hotel concierge (RIP Armond). Instead, we meet manager Valentina (Sabrina Impacciatore) soon after the body is found. Her ditsy assistant Rocco (Federico Ferrante) approaches her near the beach: Multiple guests have died. Though the ocean isn’t hotel property, there’s something fishy afoot at The White Lotus yet again.