In any good thriller, there’s always at least one dead guy. When there’s a dead guy, there are people looking for him. When there are people looking for a dead guy, your villain needs to get rid of him. One way to do it is to move your production to Louisiana and start mucking around in the swamp. The other—and much more exotic—option is to go to Estonia. Why? Because it’s packed with ideal spots for that “drowning car” scene every director since Hitchcock has been fantasizing about.