D.O.A. (1950)

A man walks through the long corridors of a police precinct until he finally reaches homicide headquarters. “I want to report a murder” he says. “Who was murdered?” they ask. “I was” he answers. At some point during the past 24 hours, CPA Frank Bigelow (Edmond O’Brien) was slipped a mickey of slow-acting poison. With the help of his secretary/fiancée (Pamela Britton), he spends the rest of the film looking for an answer to the existential question that is at the heart of film noir: “Why me?”