We Still Know Where You Live
Genre: Horror
Director: Franck Khalfoun
Writer: Jack Brown
Cast: Toby Kebbell, Ben Mendelsohn, Kelsey Asbille, Grace Van Dien, Abigail Cowen, Madison Pettis, Zoe Levin, Marc Blucas, Ione Skye, Jack Champion, Ryan Kiera Armstrong, Moises Arias
Plot: The Zito lake house still smolders as investigators comb through the ruins. Inside the shell of the home, they find four bodies - burned to a crisp. Down the road, a fifth victim lies mangled. Robert Shaw (Ben Mendelsohn) arrives before sunrise. He flashes a quickly flashes a federal badge, introducing himself as an FBI profiler, and walks directly onto the scene and begins asking questions. Deputy Brett Laramie (Moises Arias) introduces himself to Shaw. Shaw barely looks at him. Shaw wants to know who discovered the fire, who found the bodies, if anyone saw a white van. Laramie stammers. Shaw explains that this is part of a pattern of murders - families in remote homes, always left to burn. Laramie, unsure how to answer Shaw's questions, hands over the Zito case files. Shaw takes them without thanks and disappears down the hill with the folder tucked under one arm.
The Leeds family pull into the gravel lot in front of the large hunting lodge they have rented. David (Marc Blucas) steps out of their SUV first, stretching, and taking a deep breath of the piney air. He tells his wife Linda (Ione Skye) that this is exactly what they all needed - no noise, no screens, just time together. Mike (Jack Champion) grumbles as he climbs out of the car, phone already searching for a signal. Emily (Ryan Kiera Armstrong) sticks close to her mother, quietly eyeing the treeline that surrounds the house. Inside there's a massive fireplace and a mounted deer head staring down from the wall. David talks about teaching Mike how to fish on the nearby lake while Linda unpacks groceries.
Down the road, a white van sits tucked into the trees. Abraham Browning (Toby Kebbell) stares straight ahead from the driver seat. Blondie (Grace Van Dien) lounges beside him, legs curled up on the dash, Polaroid camera in her lap. She watches Abraham more than the cabin. In the back, Ginger straddles the floor of the van, filing her nails. Cookie is half-curled in Sandy's lap, laughing as Sandy brushes her hair. Abraham tells them that this family looks promising. Blondie leans into Abraham's lap and aims the camera toward the lodge. She snaps a picture, the flash just barely visible through the trees. Blondie hands the ejected photo to Abraham, who studies it. The girls in the back all lean forward to see the picture. Abraham starts the van and backs it into the forest.
Blondie and Ginger walk side-by-side through the general store in town. They ask the clerk behind the counter about the family renting the hunting lodge in the forest - the family with the teen boy and adorable little sister. Ginger flirts just enough to a get a name - Leeds - and a casual mention of the address. The clerk doesn't even notice that the two young women don't pay for their items.
Robert Shaw sits alone in his motel room, the Zito files spread out across the bed. His phone buzzes. Deputy Laramie texts him a blurry traffic cam shot: the same white van, this time parked outside a closed roller rink three towns over. Shaw closes the files. At the sheriff’s office, Detective Angela Collins (Kelsey Asbille) reads Shaw’s name off a dry-erase board. She watches him from across the room as he talks to Laramie. Something about him doesn’t sit right. No first name on the official forms. No badge number listed. She decides to keep an eye on him.
Inside the white van, Abraham watches the flickering candlelight through binoculars. His girls sit in the back, half-dressed, tangled across the floor like a pile of dolls. Blondie sits beside him, shirt unbuttoned, head resting on his chest. Cookie mentions that the boy is weak and that she wants to play with him first. Abraham runs his hand through Blondie’s hair and tells them they’ll all have their turn.
Angela corners Shaw in the parking lot behind the station, asking him what field office he was sent from. Shaw gives a vague answer and tells her not to waste her time. He says he’s not here to climb the ladder or get headlines. He’s here to stop something no one else sees coming. Angela asks what that is. Shaw says it’s not a what. It’s a who.
Later that night, the power goes out at the lodge. Emily screams. Mike curses. David stumbles around with a flashlight while Linda tries to calm everyone down. Out in the trees, the girls laugh quietly to themselves. Sandy coils a length of cut power cable around her arm like a snake. From the van, Abraham watches with quiet pride.
The next morning, Angela Collins sits in her cruiser outside the sheriff’s office, typing Shaw’s name into a DOJ database. No hits. Nothing in internal personnel. No employment record. No transfer paperwork. No one by that name exists at the Bureau. She calls state-level law enforcement. Tells them she wants a quiet background check. Nothing flagged. Just off the books. She doesn't tell Laramie or any superiors.
Back at the lodge, Linda walks the perimeter with a coffee mug. The power’s still out. David says he and Mike can drive into town for lanterns and batteries, maybe get a mechanic out to check the fuse box.
From across the lake, the white van sits behind a tree line. Abraham leans against the hood, his shirtless torso covered in old scars. Blondie, Ginger, Sandy, and Cookie all bathe Abraham with wet wash clothes. Abraham tells them that it is time to focus on the mother and the girl. Their spirits are too loud.
Cookie and Sandy approach the lodge later that afternoon. They wear oversized t-shirts and cutoff jeans, barefoot in the dirt. They knock on the screen door. Linda opens it partway, guarded. Cookie tells her they’re from the campgrounds down the road, looking for a lost dog. Sandy apologizes for interrupting. Linda tells them she hasn’t seen any dogs. She keeps the conversation short. But before closing the door, Sandy reaches out and gently brushes a loose strand of hair behind Emily’s ear. Emily flinches. Linda shuts the door and locks it. Inside the van, Abraham watches the lodge through binoculars. Ginger lays across the front seats, one hand down the front of her jeans, the other clutching the Polaroid photo of the Leeds family. She moans softly, calling Abraham’s name under her breath. Abraham watches with a slight smile.
In town, Shaw walks into a hardware store and buys a set of bolt cutters, a crowbar, duct tape, and a box of 9mm ammunition. When the clerk starts asking questions, Shaw quickly flashes his FBI badge. In the parking lot, Angela confronts Shaw. Angela tells him she knows he’s not with the FBI. Shaw doesn’t deny it. Says nothing for a long beat. Then tells her what really happened. He says it was five years ago. A different house, a different family. His. They broke in during the night. Tied him to a chair. Made him watch as his wife bled out on the floor. Took his daughter — Melissa — without a word. He believes she is still with the man who led the attack, calling herself Blondie.
Deputy Laramie sits in his parked cruiser eating his lunch. He is startled when he hears a tap at the window. Cookie stands outside, smiling. She mouths something he can’t hear. He lowers the window a few inches. She leans in, says she’s lost, scared, and asks for a ride. Before he can respond, she opens the door and slips inside. Her hand trails across his thigh. She leans in close, lips near his ear. Then she drives a knife into his throat. Quick, brutal. He gurgles, flails, blood spraying the dash. She stabs again and again. Sandy and Ginger appear, already pulling open the back doors. They drag his body into the rear seat, stuff him in like luggage. The girls clean the interior in practiced silence. Cookie picks up Laramie's sandwich, taking a big bite despite the blood that has poured onto it.
Shaw sits in the front seat of his sedan, parked outside an abandoned mini-golf course just off the highway. The bag from the hardware store sits on the passenger seat. He spreads a handful of printed surveillance stills across the dashboard — Zito crime scene photos, DMV records, blurry gas station footage. Then he notices in one of the surveillance photos from the general store: David Leeds, loading groceries into an SUV. In the corner, barely in frame, Blondie watches him through the windshield of the white van. Another image from the bait shop: Mike Leeds at the counter. Behind him, Cookie, smirking at the camera. He throws the car into gear and pulls onto the road.
That same night, Linda steps out onto the porch after everyone’s gone to bed. She secretly lights a cigarette. She doesn’t hear the footsteps behind her until Blondie speaks. Says she likes her robe. Says it makes her look soft. Linda spins around. Blondie stands just at the edge of the treeline, barefoot and smiling. Linda backs into the house and locks the door. When she looks back out the window, Blondie is gone. Emily doesn’t sleep that night. She tells Linda someone whispered through the wall. That it wasn’t a dream. Out in the van, Abraham lays across the bench seat while the girls curl around him like snakes. Cookie straddles his hips. Ginger licks his chest. Sandy kisses his neck and Blondie cradles his head in her lap, cooing something soft and broken. Abraham tells them they’ll begin tomorrow.
Mike wakes to whispering outside his window. He peeks through the blinds and sees Cookie standing alone at the treeline, shirt tied above her stomach, holding a flashlight under her chin like she’s telling ghost stories. She motions for him to come outside. Mike slips on his shoes, not bothering to tell anyone. When he opens the front door, Cookie turns and walks back into the woods without a word. He follows. Inside, Emily lies awake. She hears the floorboards creak. Downstairs, David is dragged from the couch by Sandy and Ginger. One clamps a hand over his mouth while the other slams a flashlight into his face. He hits the floor hard. Linda stirs upstairs, confused. Mike follows Cookie deeper into the trees. She finally stops near the lake, backlit by moonlight, and begins taking off her clothes. She invites Mike into the water with her to go skinny-dipping. Mike begins undressing himself, but suddenly Blondie steps out from behind a tree and cracks him across the face with a rock. He drops instantly. Cookie tells Blondie that she wants to play with Mike first before returning to the lodge. Blondie nods and walks back into the woods.
Abraham enters the lodge through the front door. Linda rushes him with a kitchen knife, but Sandy is already behind her. She knocks Linda to the floor, straddles her, and pins her by the throat. Emily screams from the hallway. Ginger grabs her. David comes to and scrambles to his feet, but Abraham levels him with a crowbar to the ribs. Within minutes, David, Linda, and Emily are bound and gagged. Abraham walks the perimeter of the living room slowly, like he’s inspecting a gallery. He tells the girls to begin.
Emily is dragged into the bathroom. Sandy runs a bath. Emily thrashes, crying through the gag. Sandy pets her hair, humming a lullaby. Linda is pulled onto the bed in the master bedroom. Blondie begins undressing Linda as Abraham watches from the doorway. David is then brought to the bedroom as well, bleeding from the head. Abraham sits beside him and lights a candle. He softly tells David he’s lucky - before slashing his throat. Blood streams like a river from his neck, covering the bed and cascading to the floor below.
Shaw parks his car just of the road, far enough that the headlights won’t give him away. After leaving a voicemail for Angela, telling him the location, Shaw exits the car. He moves fast, crouched low through the trees. The front door of the lodge is open. Hearing muffled crying, Shaw slips around back, climbs through a half-open kitchen window, and drops into darkness.
Angela listens to Shaw's voicemail and drives fast toward the lodge. She parks down the road and begins walking toward the lodge. She hears something in the woods near the lake and stops. She sees Cookie crouched beside a tree. Mike wakes with blood on his chin. He’s tied to a tree by the lake, shirtless. Cookie sits across from him, painting her nails with his blood. She tells him it’s almost time. Angela steps from the trees. Leveling her gun, Angela orders Cookie to step away from the boy. Cookie turns toward Angela with the knife. Angela doesn't wait. She shoots Cookie through the shoulder. The knife drops. Cookie screams and tries to run, but Collins hits her again - this time in the back. Cookie collapses face-first in the dirt. Angela cuts Mike loose. He gasps, disoriented. Angela slaps him - light but sharp - and tells him that they need to go back to the house. Mike nods, limping.
Looking around the lodge, Shaw sees a trail of blood leading down the hallway. He enters the master bedroom. He first notices David's corpse on the floor. Then, notices Linda bound on the bed. Blondie is straddling Linda's body, blade in hand. Abraham stands at the edge of the room. Abraham tells Blondie it's time. She lifts the blade. Shaw calls her Melissa and pleads with her to stop. Her face twitches. Shaw keeps talking as Blondie's hands trembling. Abraham orders Blondie to kill Linda, but she is still frozen. Abraham grabs the knife from her, announcing he'll just do it himself. Shaw fires a shot, but misses. Abraham turns to Shaw, knocking the gun out of his hand. As the two men struggle, they trip over David's body and crash into the nightstand. A candle is knocked over, igniting the sheets. Flames rise fast.
When Angela and Mike make it to the lodge, they see smoke curling out through the bedroom window. Angela tells Mike to stay back while she goes inside. Ginger hears the fight in the bedroom and grabs a broken bottle. She charges up the steps, only to be stopped cold by a gunshot. Angela lowers her weapon and storms past Ginger's bleeding body.
Shaw is locked in brutal combat with Abraham. They crash into furniture, trading blows. Abraham laughs through blood and broken teeth. Blondie decides to cut Linda free, using the same knife she ordered to kill her with. Linda rushes to the bathroom to find Sandy shampooing the hair of a terrified and sobbing Emily. Sandy lunges at Linda, but is also shot down by Angela, who tells Linda to take her daughter out of the house immediately. Linda and Emily reunite with Mike outside. Linda desperately holds her children as they ask about their father.
Upstairs, Shaw finally pins Abraham and holds his pistol to his head. Abraham encourages Shaw to kill him. Shaw turns to Blondie - his daughter Melissa. She tells her father to kill Abraham - she wants to see it. Shaw hesitates as the room becomes an inferno around them. Abraham taunts him, reminding Shaw that killing him won't bring his family back. Angela arrives and aims her gun at Blondie. Shaw tells Abraham that his cycle of violence is going to stop now. Shaw lowers his gun and asks Angela to arrest Abraham. Angela handcuffs Abraham, and Shaw helps her lead him out of the house. The house behind them glows orange.
Dawn rises over the forest. Paramedics tend to Linda and the kids. Shaw sits on the hood of Angela's cruiser, watching as Abraham is loaded into the back of a police van. Angela tells him that the FBI is officially involved now. She tells Shaw that technically he should be arrested. Shaw silently nods, his gaze focused on his daughter. Blondie is being looked at by paramedics, but she refuses to answer any of their questions - she's disconnected. Shaw walks over to her. Blondie looks at him without recognition. He tells her that she doesn't have to say anything, but reminds her that she has a name - and it isn't Blondie. She flinches when he says Melissa. He places a photograph in her lap - her as a child playing in the yard. Melissa is taken away in the ambulance as Shaw watches.
Later that morning, Angela hikes through the woods alone, trying to retrace her route from the night before to find Cookie's body. After calling in the location of Cookie's corpse, Angela stumbles upon Laramie's cruiser, half-buried in a ditch. The front seat is soaked in dried blood. She finds Laramie's body in the backseat, buzzing with flies.
At the sheriff's station, Abraham sits in an interrogation room, cuffed to the table. He hums to himself as he stares at the two-way mirror.
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