Fallout TV series season 2: Viva Las Nuclear Vegas (trailer).
If season one of Fallout was all about finding your dad and discovering he’s not only a terrible father but also casually complicit in nuclear atrocities (ah, families), then season two looks set to raise the stakes by heading to that glitziest of wasteland hellholes: Las Vegas. Or rather, New Vegas – where civilisation clings on by neon fingernails, and the odds are always stacked in favour of the house. Specifically, Mr. House.
That’s right, Justin Theroux will be stepping into the sharply pressed suit of Robert House, the enigmatic technocrat-turned-desert-despot last seen ruling the Strip in Fallout: New Vegas. Canon nerds, dust off your lore spreadsheets – this could get spicy. We’re talking pre-War tech genius, a thousand Securitrons, and the kind of authoritarian capitalism that makes Jeff Bezos look like a kindly librarian.
Season one already pulled the rug out from under us by confirming what many fans had long suspected: Vault-Tec weren’t just preparing for the bombs – they dropped them. With Hank MacLean slinking off toward Vegas at the end, we can expect the father-daughter reunion tour to continue, this time under the glow of radioactive slot machines. Will Lucy forgive him? (Spoiler: absolutely not.) Will Maximus, newly minted Brotherhood Knight, crash the Strip with all the subtlety of a power-armoured stag do? Almost certainly.
Then there’s The Ghoul, Walton Goggins’ show-stealing cowboy cadaver. He’s now hell-bent on finding the cryogenically preserved Vault-Tec execs who orchestrated the end of the world. Imagine his joy when he learns they’re sipping cocktails in New Vegas penthouses, while he’s still choking down chems to keep his nose from falling off. One suspects the confrontation will be less “cordial reunion” and more “ghoulish gunfight.”
And what of the grander mystery? If Moldaver’s cold fusion reactor was just the warm-up act, Vegas might hold the headline slot. The city survived the bombs, after all, and in true Fallout fashion, that means secrets buried under every casino floorboard. Did House really save the Strip single-handedly, or was he part of Vault-Tec’s grander conspiracy? And just how many Elvis impersonators can one post-apocalyptic series sustain before collapsing under the weight of its own kitsch?
Here at SFcrowsnest, we’re betting season two will give us three things:
- The father/daughter drama of Lucy versus Hank, now with added poker chips.
- The Brotherhood flexing its military muscles while quietly ignoring that their armour makes them look like walking toasters.
- Walton Goggins shooting someone in the face while delivering a one-liner bleak enough to make Samuel Beckett wince.
So buckle up, wastelanders. The Great War may have started with nukes, but the battle for the truth is heading to Sin City – and in Vegas, the house always wins.
Hits Amazon Prime on December 17th, 2025.
