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Here, have one of these.

Fuck me.

Right.

Are you sure there's time?

There's time.

Thank you.

Did they say how long you'll be gone for?

No, they didn't say.

I'm very proud they chose you, Jim.

I'll be fine.

Go.

Morning, sir.

Sir.

Group Captain Dr. James Stagg,

chief meteorological officer, reporting for duty.

I.D. card and pass, please, sir.

Right this way, sir.

Welcome to Southwick House, sir.

I'm Andrew Carter with the Met Office.

I'll be your ADC.

I must admit it's a great honor
to meet you, Dr. Stagg.

I so enjoyed your paper on terrestrial magnetism.

It's a fascinating subject.

It is, yes.

And here we are, sir.

Operations rooms are upstairs, sir.

Teleprinters are in the cellars.

And our forecast room is just through here.

- Where can I put this down?
- Anywhere, sir.

We'll have someone take it to your tent.

What are these?

They're historical analog charts.

I know what they are,
but what are they doing here?

Colonel Krick, he requested them.

Well, which one is he? Introduce me.

I believe he's with General...

Can you stop! Stop the banging, please.

I believe he's with General Eisenhower

at the moment, sir.

I'll call you back.

Sir.

What's coming through?

Soundings at 53 north, 35 west, sir.

Weather ship Hoste, yes?

Yes, sir.

Casey and Bryant here are linked directly

to the teleprinter ops at Dunstable and Bushy Park.

- Which one are you?
- I'm Casey, sir.

That's wrong, Casey.

Our American contingent, sir.

This is Flight Officer Murray, Flight Officer Hamilton.

- Good to meet you, sir.
- They're on surface weather.

What, both of you? Who's on upper air?

No one, sir.

No one's on upper air?

So that data just goes unrecorded, does it?

I'll need both of you on upper air at all times.

We were told to use historical analog charts, sir.

Not by me. Those weren't my instructions.

It's just, Colonel Krick instructed us otherwise, sir.

Did he? Do I have an office?

Yes, sir. It's just through here.

Good afternoon, sir.

This is Group Captain Stagg.

He's just transferred from Dunstable.

We've been very much looking forward to his...

him joining us here.

Lieutenant Kay Summersby.

Motor Transport Corps. Welcome to Southwick House.

Are we sharing an office, or what?

No. I was just using it temporarily.

Good, because I'll need it exclusively.

Well, very good.

Can you see to it that General Eisenhower knows

that I'm here?

And that I apologize for my late arrival?

Yes, sir.

Sir.

Right.

Hello. Signals Department.

Switchboard speaking.

Yes, Richmond 1-9-3-7, please.

I'm sorry, but all outgoing calls are forbidden

without prior authorization, sir.

No, no, I need to speak with my wife.

I'm sorry, sir.

Hello?

Yes? Hello?

If you'd like to follow me, please,

General Eisenhower will see you now.

I wouldn't keep him waiting any
longer than you already have.

Group Captain Dr. James Stagg,

here at the express request of General Eisenhower.

And all 265 vessels arrived without issue, sir.

And we've assigned five patrol craft

and three destroyers.

Let's get the job done.

Glad to hear it.

Lieutenant Summersby?

Sir, may I introduce Group Captain James Stagg,

who finally made it in from London?

Well, it's good to meet you, Group Captain Stagg.

Welcome aboard.

Nice to finally put a face to the name.

Have you got all the equipment you need downstairs?

Equipment is not the problem, sir.

What's the problem?

Well, it's time, sir. I haven't really had any...

any time to establish any clear picture.

Have a look, Group Captain.

I got 7,000 naval vessels,

130,000 ground troops,

200,000 naval personnel, 15 hospital ships,

8,000 doctors, three airborne divisions

and a partridge in a pear tree.

Largest seaborne invasion force in history.

Is it?

And do we have a date yet for the invasion, sir?

We invade France Monday.

- This Monday?
- Correct.

Monday, June 5th, 0630.

That is D-Day, which is in 61 hours from now.

Fate of the war hinges on this.

All the pieces of the jigsaw are in place.

There's only one imponderable that remains.

I need a forecast.

I'm... Yes, I'm concerned that what you're asking me is

scientifically impossible, sir.

Long-term forecasting is

really only ever educated guesswork.

Monday is not long-term, for Christ's sake.

Does Monday sound like long-term
to you, Lieutenant Summersby?

No, it certainly does not, sir.

Well, this is Northern Europe, sir.

Anything over 24 hours is considered long-term,

meteorologically speaking.

But I'll...

I'll do my best.

I don't want your best.

I already expect that.

I need certainty.

Churchill tells me

you're the best meteorologist in the country

and that I should rely on you over Colonel Krick.

You know him?

Only by reputation.

Well, Krick's been with me since '42.

He's never steered me wrong, so...

let's see how you measure up.

I need a forecast for Monday.

I need it first thing tomorrow morning.

Yes, sir.

Don't let me down.

Group Captain.

Let's go.

Group Captain.

Ladies and gentlemen, Kay Summersby. Take over.

Come on, Kay.

Dance with me.

Like old times.

There you go.

There you go.

Stick to piano, Irv.

I don't believe you've met, Group Captain Stagg.

Only by telephone.

Dr. Stagg, so nice to finally meet you.

You're younger than I imagined.

You're shorter than I imagined.

Analogs.

I realize that, yes.

Every single weather chart
for Northern Europe since 1900.

In my experience,

the weather never replicates its own history.

Well, try telling that to a movie producer.

Remember Selznick, Kay?

July '39.

David Selznick calls me up.

He's making a movie. He wants a forecast

for a three-day period in Beverly Hills.

The scene is...

the burning of Atlanta.

"I don't want to see a drop of rain, Irv.

Not a drop. Not a drop."

Well, MGM calls me up. They give me the dates.

I give 'em the forecast.

Beautiful weather.

I mean, just gorgeous.

Not a cloud in the sky.

Movie's a hit. I get to meet Clark Gable.

Little picture... I don't know if you heard of it.

Called Gone with the Wind.

- You seen it, Stagg?
- No.

No? That...

That's crazy. Who hasn't seen Gone with the Wind?

Me. I haven't seen it.

Well, you must. I mean, it's a great picture.

It's great. I saw it with Ike.

Kay drove us... to the London premiere.

- This is true.
- Great night.

So, did you meet Vivien Leigh?

We sure did.

What was she like?

She was cute.

The Allied High Command has requested

our forecast by 1:00 p.m. tomorrow.

Time and date of the invasion to France

has been confirmed for Monday. Monday.

June 5th, 6:30 a.m., so can we start, please?

Get rid of the piano. Thank you.

Is it bothering you, Dr. Stagg?

It's inappropriate.

Call this extension if you need to speak

to General Eisenhower anytime, day or night.

Is this his direct line?

No. It's a direct line to me.

I handle all communication with the general.

Can I have your attention, please?

Bryant, can you put the phone down, please?

Is that his name? Bryant?

Okay, go ahead.

I needn't, I hope, have to stress to you

how crucial this forecast is, but I do want to stress

one thing to you all and one thing only:

Get me the data.

That's what counts.

Get me the latest readings from every single base

within 2,000 miles of Normandy.

That's Paris, Galway, Reykjavík,

Boston, Washington, Lisbon...

New York, Newfoundland.

You get the idea.

Get me the data from every Met station,

every weather balloon, every reconnaissance flight.

That's upper air. That's surface air.

That's radar soundings. That's sea temperature.

That's salinity. Everything.

If we've measured it, then I want it.

That room there...

that's where I'll be.

Get me the data.

That's what counts.

700 millibars.

210. 28.

650 millibars.

Plus 19.

Observations coming in from Spain.

Sea surface temp: 18 degrees.

Ten-tenths stratocumulus and altocumulus

now rising in zero-two.

1-0-1-5 millibars.

Northwest wind, force five.

6-0-0 millibars.

Wind southwest, force four.

South Iceland seven-tenths, 30,000 feet.

Southeast, force six.

1-0-1-8 millibars.

Say that again, please. Repeat that.

- Are you getting the L front temp?
- No, I have...

Seven-tenths, stratocumulus,

3,000 feet, force six.

Southwesterly, force six.

We're still waiting on the Greenland data, sir.

Just leave that. Just leave that be.

What speed is L3 moving at?

25 knots.

Finished with that?

Ten StratoCu 3,000 feet, southeast, force four.

1-0-1-3 millibars.

Radar soundings from 0930.

There's been no movement from the main course.

Sir, the weather conditions in Normandy.

These are from yesterday's 12 o'clock, sir.

Humidity reports.

And we have those folders you requested...

There's nothing there.

Carter. It's done.

Good man.

Sir.

The latest completed maps.

Come on.

Look at the analogs.

It's as plain as day: calm, sunny weather.

Those analogs prove absolutely nothing.

How can you say that? It's right here.

Are you blind?

Look at it.

I don't need to look at it.

The chart is 19 years old.

Fine, that's 40 years old,

27 years, 15 years old.

That's the point: patterns over time.

Thank you.

I think what we need to do is establish

what we already know today, here and now.

We have two aggressive storms

stretching themselves across the Atlantic

from Newfoundland to Normandy.

Agreed.

There is an area of high pressure above the Azores.

That's what interests me.

But it's moving lethargically and...

Your word, not mine.

I'm sorry, would you like the floor again?

Me? No, it's your floor. Go ahead.

We can't just base the forecast on surface air

and analog charts.

We must also consider the jet stream, which...

The jet stream?

Yes, the jet stream

currently hurtling its way towards Europe

and dragging both the storms with it,

likely spawning a third storm.

That jet stream.

Which will inevitably mean stormier conditions

over the next few days... tomorrow, Sunday, into Monday.

Disastrous conditions for an invasion.

Okay, thank you so much, Dr. Stagg.

Now, this is a chart for June 2, 1925.

Nearly identical conditions to today.

Same depressions in the Atlantic,

same high pressures over the Azores.

Move ahead... three days

to June 5, 1925, D-Day if you will.

Calm. Sunny weather.

1925 is entirely irrelevant to what we're talking about.

I could've just as easily picked June 2, 1904, or 1929.

You know as well as I do

that atmospheric conditions can never be identical ever.

What I do know is who nailed the forecast at Alamein

for the Western Desert campaign,

for the Tunisian campaign, for Operation Torch.

I know who got it right every goddamn time in Cairo.

In Tripoli, Algiers, Oran, Casablanca.

Do you know?

You?

Me.

This isn't Casablanca, Colonel Krick.

This is Northern Europe.

It doesn't matter.

When the atmospheric conditions are a match,

the weather follows suit.

Mark my words.

D-Day will be calm and sunny.

Nighty night, gentlemen.

Nobody move.

Back to work.

What do you make of Stagg?

Scottish.

Churchill says he's a genius.

Well...

men are too fond of that word.

Three-tenths Cu and StratoCu

at 2,000 feet, cloud extending to West Wales.

Inflatable Shermans,

Spitfires, Long Toms

and troop carriers.

Just rubber and air, gentlemen.

But to a Nazi reconnaissance plane,

utterly indistinguishable from the real thing.

In North Africa, I proved this time and again

with victory after victory after victory.

Of course, it's not just about
crushing the enemy, gentlemen.

It's about deceiving him, too, and deceive him we will.

We've conjured up phantom armies
across all of East Anglia,

thousands of fake supply depots,

false radio transmissions, empty tents

and decoy campfires.

On D-Day,

dummy paratroopers weighted with sand

will be dropped 15 to 20 miles
inland from the Normandy coast.

They explode on impact.

Only the chute remains.

With any luck, the enemy will
think our boys are running wild

through the French interior,

drawing great chunks of their forces

right away from the beaches.

It's a little small, don't you think, Monty?

Small?

It's a joke, Monty.

Yes.

What's small is our window.

The 12th SS Panzer is already near Caen.

The 352nd Infantry Division are heavily entrenched.

If we delay beyond Monday,

they will see right through all of this.

Everything that we have done,

all our meticulous efforts, will be for naught.

He's doubled his defenses in as many weeks.

Every passing hour makes our task more perilous.

Ideally, we bring D-Day forward.

Can't be done.

We are two days out.

The more prepared the enemy,
the more ruthless I must become.

Though it's not my wish,

if it means getting more men ashore,

I may have to sacrifice

every last member of my advance brigade.

Well, if I didn't know you better, Monty,

I would've thought you enjoyed saying that.

Yes.

But then again, I've actually been to war.

Be that as it may, you're the boss.

I am.

And the final decision on the
timing of D-Day will be mine...

and mine alone.

Pray for good weather.

The weather is irrelevant.

We must go, whatever the weather.

George said that she came over to him.

She came over to him, right?

Thought I'd pop in and identify myself.

Bernard Montgomery.

Yes.

Hello. James Stagg.

All looking good for Monday?

No.

No.

Can't say that we are, sir.

Well, can't be that bad, surely.

Well, you know this country, sir.

Looks can be deceiving.

Do not sow doubt, Group Captain.

Battles are lost when doubt enters the mind.

We'll cross the Channel on Monday.

That is definite.

If D-Day is canceled, we will lose this war.

Do you want to be personally responsible

for losing this war, Group Captain Stagg?

No, sir.

For Christ's sake.

We ready to go?

Go where?

To the meeting.

And when we get to the meeting,
what will we be saying exactly?

Monday will be calm and sunny.

The barometer at Foynes has been falling all morning.

I saw it.

Minimal drop, insignificant.

I think it's significant.

Listen, pal.

I've been working with Ike for three years.

- I know the guy.
- And?

He won't want uncertainty.

Right. Well, then I better attend the meeting alone.

Are you kidding?

You can't do that.

That's not how that works.

You can't do that.

The responsibility for the D-Day forecast is mine,

and it's not one that I'm going to take lightly.

It's not yours.

Okay? It's ours.

Ours, jointly.

No. There's one chief meteorological officer,

and it's not you.

You won't be attending the meeting.

Is there anything else?

Asshole.

Irv.

- How much time do I have?
- It's time.

What happened with Colonel Krick?

Never mind Colonel Krick.

Well, they won't like this.

Well, I don't like this.

They're waiting for you, Group Captain Stagg.

- Yes?
- Sir, he's here.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Group Captain Stagg.

This is General Bernard Montgomery,

commander in chief, Allied land forces.

And here we have

Air Chief Marshal Leigh-Mallory,

commander in chief, Allied Expeditionary Air Force.

This is Admiral Ramsay,

commander in chief, Allied naval forces,

and Lieutenant General Omar Bradley,

commander of the U.S. First Army.

Where's Colonel Krick?

He's not attending, sir.

Why not?

Well, I believe it's my duty to brief you all

on the forecast for Monday.

- He should be here.
- Shall I have him fetched?

My forecast will be the same

whether Colonel Krick attends or not.

All right.

Going forward, I want him here.

Is that understood?

- Certainly, sir.
- Good.

What have you got?

Regrettably, we are faced with a succession

of two aggressive storms in the Atlantic

of unprecedented intensity for this time of year.

My forecast, therefore...

Excuse me.

My forecast, therefore,

for Monday, June 5th, the proposed D-Day,

is as follows.

Wind, west-northwest, strong,

reaching force six, possibly force seven.

Force seven? Are you sure?

No.

It's an estimate.

Cloud low.

Visibility poor.

Rain very likely.

Waves eight to 12 feet,

possibly with an increase to 15 feet.

Confidence... poor.

Monday, June 5th

through at least Tuesday, June 6th, falling...

to very poor.

Stagg, I'm no weatherman,

but have you looked out a window lately?

Well, the weather in this part of Europe, sir,

can change very rapidly.

This poor visibility... how poor?

Less than a mile, or thereabouts.

Our paratroopers require a full moon

to land on target.

Spring tides are essential
for landing our watercraft.

Do you realize, Group Captain Stagg,

that Monday, June 5th is
the only date this calendar year

upon which these conditions perfectly coincide?

I do realize. Of course, sir.

So, when exactly do you suggest we go?

Well, as it relates to the weather,

it's impossible to say.

As to the moon and the tides,

the next opportunity would be June 18.

Two more weeks? Are you mad?

We can't keep our preparations secret for that long.

It's just not possible.

Of course it isn't.

The enemy will be ready and waiting.

They'll slaughter every single last one of us.

That's an extremely pessimistic forecast.

Are you absolutely certain?

No.

I'm not certain.

I'm confident that the storms will come.

I can't be absolutely certain as to when.

Not good enough.

If the storms come tonight,

then they may burn themselves off by Monday.

If they come tomorrow, then the weather will be...

exactly as I described.

We must go regardless.

This moment demands judgment

shaped by actual battlefield experience.

We can't risk another Exercise Tiger.

My men are ready and primed for the big match.

Get them onto the beaches somehow, anyhow.

Leave the rest to me.

Reload me, please.

Let's go. It's time.

Monty.

You can think what you like,

and you can say what you like to my face,

but don't you ever undermine me
in front of the men again.

Relax, old chap.

It's not as if I'm telling them anything

they don't already know.

Tiger was a training op.

Dress rehearsal for D-Day.

Half those boys were fresh out of the draft.

So I called in live artillery to...

toughen them up.

Naval command was supposed to bomb the beach

an hour before we landed.

There were delays, so we had to
push the start time back.

Our radios had a different
frequency from the Brits.

Our boys never got the message.

They walked right into it.

One mistake.

Just that one mistake.

Ike.

Ike, look at me.

You have to stop doing this to yourself.

What's done is done.

When I close my eyes...

all I can see is failure.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Evening, sir.

Evening, Irv. You doing all right?

Can we talk?

What's on your mind?

Well, sir, I'm not sure

- if you're aware of...
- Ike!

Associated Press have just announced

that we're landing in France tomorrow.

CBS, Radio Moscow, they've already picked it up.

Get General McClure on this.

I want this cleaned up now.

And I want names.

Understood.

You were saying?

Stagg!

Stagg!

Everyone out!

Move!

Close the door behind you.

That forecast you gave...

was that the view of the British

and the American teams?

It was the view of the Allied Meteorological Unit.

Don't give me that mealymouthed crap!

Krick told me... he just told me!

The weather on Monday is gonna be fine.

Just fine. Sunny and beautiful!

Well, Colonel Krick had no right
to speak on behalf of...

Wrong! Colonel Krick has every right

to speak up if he thinks that that will affect

the outcome of the invasion!

Is that clear?!

Is it?!

Yes, sir.

Who do you think you are, anyway?

Who?

Ordering my man to stand down?

Pestering my staff so that you can phone home?

May I respond, sir?

I'm all ears.

As chief meteorological officer,

I take full responsibility

for the recommendation made at the meeting.

And it was precisely because
Colonel Krick and I disagreed

that I decided it would be clearer and simpler

if I spoke alone.

Krick's forecasts have saved

thousands of lives.

Why on God's green earth should I trust you?

Because Colonel Krick has been lucky.

Good.

I like luck.

Why was he lucky?

He's been lucky because he's been tasked

with forecasting stable weather systems.

When patterns are predictable, then yes, of course,

analog charts can be useful.

In North Africa, he never made a mistake.

- Not once.
- Well, of course he didn't.

He was safe as houses there.

The conditions here, sir...

they're not comparable.

Look at the charts, sir.

Here, there are two... not one but two...

major storms advancing towards the Normandy coast

even as we speak.

That's nowhere near France.

No, sir.

Not yet.

I want a forecast the two of you agree on.

Clear?

Yes, sir.

OPW confirmed full retraction.

Thank you.

Not at all, sir.

I didn't tell him about you trying to call home.

Someone downstairs must have leaked it, I'm afraid.

He gets like that sometimes.

Just let it wash over you.

He won't even remember what he said.

That how you deal with him?

He's nothing.

I was an ambulance driver during the Blitz.

There were so many dead bodies,

we had to use a cinema as a morgue.

You just grow a thick skin.

From ambulance driver

to aide to the supreme commander.

Driver, secretary,

aide, nurse.

Everything, really.

We've been together for three years now.

I've been to Morocco, Algeria.

Must be exciting.

It has its moments.

So, these storms you keep talking about...

how are you so certain that they're coming?

I'm not certain.

You can't be certain about the weather.

All we can do is look to the evidence.

Do you know that weathermen are
traditionally a little boring?

How dare you say that?

Weathermen, maybe, but how can the weather be boring?

It feeds us.

The weather.

Can destroy us.

Controls our daily life.

I don't think that's boring.

People ask, "When will it rain?
When will the sun come out?"

But what about, "Why does it rain?"

"Why does the wind blow?"

"What's the wind?"

Excuse me.

Yes. Stagg.

Yes, go ahead. Repeat that.

Zero, zero, one, zero, four...

StratoCu at 2,000 feet.

Tops at 5,000 feet.

Good news or bad?

We're looking good, sir.

I couldn't disagree with that more.

We're not looking good at all.

You know what, I am done

with this Scotch pessimism of yours, this Highland gloom.

I'm not from the Highlands.

Well, your Lowland gloom, then.

I'm neither from the Highlands nor the Lowlands.

Well, wherever it is he's from,

we're in good shape for Monday, sir.

You see this?

This ridge of high pressure has already moved in

from the Azores, just as it did on June 3, 1925.

This is moronic.

This is actually moronic.

So I'm moronic now?

That's great, Stagg. That's just great.

Just insult me right to my face.

I'm not insulting you. I'm just describing you.

As a moron?

All right, enough.

As a confident moron, yes.

Go to hell, Stagg. You come in here,

- you think you're better than us?
- Hey! All right,

all right, all right, that's enough.

Jesus Christ.

We have three hours.

Three hours until we take this up with the C-in-Cs.

Now...

go or not go?

Sir, what we need to consider...

No. No, no more considering.

No.

Go or don't go? Go or don't go?

That's it. Which is it?!

We should go, sir.

Stagg.

I'm sorry, we'll have to call you back.

Understood.

I'm sorry, sir. It's for you.

Not now.

They say it's extremely urgent.

Yes. Stagg.

Sir, this is Private Amy Haig from Signals

relaying a message from the Dunstable Met Office.

Your wife was taken to the maternity ward of St. Mary's.

- She is pregnant, yes?
- Yes.

Yes, that's correct.

Is the baby here?

Have I missed it?

Well, sir, they felt you should know:

St. Mary's Hospital was bombed earlier tonight.

There have been casualties, sir, and they're...

they're still looking for your wife.

Group Captain Stagg?

Is there any more information?

Not at this point, sir.

But there's been casualties?

Yes, sir.

Okay. Well...

Well, if you have any more...

information, then let me know... anything.

Of course, sir.

Thank you.

You're welcome, sir.

There a problem, Stagg?

No. It's irrelevant.

Good.

So, can I give the order?

What?

The order.

For Monday.

No.

No?

I mean, so you're saying don't give the order?

Is that it?

Yeah, that... Yes.

Yes. I'm saying that... I'm saying...

that the weather on Monday will be extremely poor.

Let me tell you my problem, Stagg.

Even I can see that

Krick's anticyclone is on the move,

because it's right here on the goddamn map.

Now, our final meeting is at 0400 hours,

and that will be the absolute last opportunity

to change anything,

so unless you can prove these storms are inbound,

we invade as planned

Monday, June 5th, 0630 hours.

Yes, sir.

Three hours, gentlemen.

You ready?

Dr. Stagg.

Come with me.

Come on.

We need you back there.

Come on.

You'll be all right.

Yes.

Anything at all.

This just came through, sir.

I want to say something.

What's that?

I think the way you're treating Stagg is wrong.

I think if you keep it up,

he's gonna crack and you'll lose him.

Then I'll work with Krick.

You know I like Irv, but he's no match for Stagg.

Since when are you an expert?

Don't talk to me like that.

His wife is in the hospital.

- She's pregnant.
- In labor.

Hospital's bombed, yes.

I know. What else?

He doesn't know if his pregnant wife is dead or alive.

Yes.

- Let me find out.
- Find out what?

I can make it to the hospital
and back in a couple of hours.

- How are you gonna do that?
- It'll give him clarity.

No, I need you here.

It's just a couple of hours.

No.

Dismissed.

Dismissed, Lieutenant.

South Iceland,

seven-tenths StratoCu, 3,000 feet,

southeast force six.

...ten-tenths at 1,500 feet.

So we have warm sector conditions over Ireland,

and low 9-9-6 is off the northwest of Scotland.

It's the secondary low.

That's causing a low cloud base.

It's very high dew points in that warm sector upstream.

No sign of frontal systems moving north.

Not yet.

- They're about to start, sir.
- Just a couple more minutes.

Please.

I have the 1300 and 1800 surface air maps. Bryant.

It's okay.

We don't need the charts.

We still have a little time, sir.

Irving, why don't you start us off, please?

Yes, sir.

Gentlemen...

this is a chart for June 3, 1925.

You'll notice here and here

a temporary weakening of pressure over the Azores,

just as we're seeing today.

Now, within 24 hours, that pressure reasserted itself,

and it cleared the storm threatening Northern Europe.

As you can see...

nearly identical patterns occurred in 1904 and 1925,

and I can give you plenty of others,

but the bottom line is this:

Tomorrow, Monday, June 5th, is good to go.

Thank you.

Stagg?

You've got the floor.

Nobody here likes me very much.

I realize that, and that's all right.

I don't expect you to like me,

but I do want you to listen to me.

I could stand here and provide you

with yet more data...

the latest barometric readings, the wind speeds,

the new upper-air soundings that we've collated...

but none of it is going to make
a lick of difference, is it?

Is it?

Because you want to believe that...

what Colonel Krick's just said,
that it's going to be safe

to land in Normandy tomorrow...
and so that's what you believe.

But everything that he's just said

is pure, unadulterated...

horseshit.

You can muster all the tanks and soldiers

and ships that you like.

You can assemble the greatest
armada that ever there was,

but if you invade tomorrow,
they're going to be washed away.

Because the storms that I'm talking about are real,

and the jet stream that's propelling them

towards the Normandy coast is real,

and the wrath of nature...

is real.

And if you ignore it,

then countless men and countless boys...

That's it.

He's lost his bloody mind.

Why is it horseshit?

Yes, the weather was as he described

in 1904 and 1925, but he fails to mention 1916.

June 5th, the Battle for Mount Sorrel.

Then, as now, there were areas of high pressure

above the Azores, but the storms came anyway.

Many people here will remember that battle.

Chaos. Absolute chaos!

Thousands of lives lost!

Hell on earth! Torrential rain!

He's selecting the data that suits him

and ignoring the rest, and we must face the facts.

The facts!

However frightening they may be!

Well, if...

if not Monday, when?

Not before June 18.

Christ on a bike, he's still talking about the 18th.

The 18th?

There is no 18th.

No 18th. No 18th!

None!

None, none, none!

The 18th is not an option!

Montgomery.

Bertie...

what is the worst

we can tolerate?

Waves of four to six feet would be tolerable.

Anything over six feet...

impossible.

Stagg?

I'm estimating waves of eight to ten feet.

Trafford, worst case?

Cloud base can't be lower than a thousand feet,

or we're flying blind.

Cloud base will be at least eight to ten-tenths

below a thousand feet.

Then don't fly.

Ramsay, you get us ashore,
our men will handle the rest.

- Without air cover?
- With or without.

Shut up, Monty.

We need to land, is what we need to do.

If we don't land, we have no fourth front,

- and without a fourth front...
- For God's sake, Monty.

With waves of ten feet,
we won't be landing anywhere.

Well, then, let's just start

the blasted Kraut lessons now, then, shall we,

and all the goose-stepping?

And then maybe one day years from now,

we can all yodel about the time that we didn't...

Enough!

Krick, do you have anything to add?

I'm telling you, sir, next week
is nothing but clear skies.

If you choose to postpone,

you'll regret it for the rest of your lives.

I maintain my position.

And I maintain mine.

Then so be it.

D-Day will be postponed.

Ike.

I hate to bring this up,

but we have hundreds of thousands of troops

ready to deploy down there.

Now, they've obviously been briefed

as to the invasion plans.

Yeah, that's a lot of loose lips.

Secure all troops.

- I repeat, secure all troops.
- I repeat,

all troops must be detained at once.

No one leaves until further notice.

No one leaves until further notice.

I repeat, all troops must be detained at once.

All troops must be detained at once.

Secure them on board, no exceptions.

You did the right thing.

Jesus.

Should've gone.

Ike.

God, grant to the living...

grace.

To the departed, rest.

To the nation,

peace and concord.

To us all, your servants,

the promise of eternal life.

Your blessing to unite us all in your service

to our God and to this, our country.

Light to guide us...

guide us on our way.

Courage to support us and your blessing to unite us...

in service to you.

Amen.

Amen.

We can't keep the men locked up like this, Ike.

Not for two more weeks.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Furlough 300,000 men with the playbook for D-Day?

We might as well tell the Nazis ourselves.

It's just an observation.

We will find a way, Trafford.

Hang in there.

Yes.

Sir.

So L2 and 3 have merged into one system.

And a new low

has intensified east of Newfoundland.

Sir?

Excuse me, Dr. Stagg?

The cold front appears to be clearing western Ireland.

What?

It's clearing, sir.

What's the geostrophic gradient?

40 knots north, sir.

So it's slowing.

Well, you can't be sure, sir. We've only had one reading.

- Where'd it come from?
- Northwest Ireland.

Tell me specifically, who recorded it?

What weather base?

A Miss Maureen Sweeney, sir.

- Blacksod Point.
- Show me.

Well, call her back. Double-check it.

- Triple-check it.
- Sir.

Right now, please.

Can you ask, Teleprinter Ops

to get me readings from every base

within 500 miles of Blacksod Point? Right now.

Can I get the latest climate readings, please?

This just came in from Blacksod Point.

Was it checked?

They're checking it now.

Could mean something, could mean nothing.

Yes, but which?

What do you think?

Why are you asking me?

Look out the goddamn window, Stagg.

I'm asking you because I need your expertise.

Please.

It's the fifth reading.

It is unusual.

Yeah, it is.

It's worth looking into.

Good.

Heavy frontal cloud, west of 35.

Blacksod Point barometer fell overnight,

then slight rise by afternoon, front offshore.

1-0-1-1 millibars.

Who do you got now? Who are you speaking with?

I was just asking him about...

So, what are you doing now?

And get the result for that one, please.

The low is moving in the right direction, but...

It's too close.

Hamilton, when's the next chart coming out?

Within the hour, sir.

Within the hour is not good enough.

Can we get... can we get Dunstable...

a result from Dunstable in, please, soon?

It should've been with us an hour ago.

What's the movement on the cold front?

Still 30 knots, sir.

Have you ever seen a progression like this?

Never. Winter, maybe.

Never this time of year.

StratoCu lifting above 2,000 feet.

Sea surface temperature, 15 degrees.

Data points up to 400 millibars.

What are you looking for?

A gap, because there's one there.

You call that a gap?

Yes, I call that a gap.

That's a very narrow gap.

A narrow gap is still a gap. Thank you.

Do you see a gap?

I believe there's one forming, sir, yes.

Yes, a gap. Thank you.

So, if this was a normal forecast, would you call it?

I don't know. Probably.

The only difference is it's D-Day.

Big difference.

Call Eisenhower.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, sir.

There's been a development, sir.

It seems the storm at Newfoundland is slowing.

We believe it's enough to provide a...

a window in the disruptive weather.

Well, if I may, the cigarettes

are the Newfoundland storm,

the larger one of three.

My glasses here are the two smaller storms.

Currently, the larger storm is
dragging the two smaller storms

away from the Normandy coast, leaving a...

a gap in the weather of sorts

just long enough for us to land
in Normandy on Tuesday morning.

Tuesday?

As in 26 hours from now, Tuesday?

Sir, if you just look at the latest charts...

I don't want to look at your damn charts.

It's a bunch of gobbledygook.

What I want is for you to get down on your knees

and look me in the eye and tell me,

"Tuesday morning, sir, the sun's got his hat on."

Because in case you haven't noticed,

there's a goddamn hurricane blowing out there!

Technically, it's not a hurricane, sir.

Sunny weather, you say stop. Hurricane, you say go.

Well, no. Well, yes, sir.

Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.

Send my men into...

into the storm?

They'll never see it coming, sir, never.

A gap like this in the storm... never.

You're absolutely sure of that?

Are you absolutely sure
about that, Group Captain Stagg?

I'm sure there'll be a gap.

The weather won't be perfect...

but it'll do.

This is your official position?

My official position is this.

Go.

You should go, sir.

Okay, we'll go.

D-Day is Tuesday, June 6.

This is my statement...

if all goes well tomorrow.

And...

this one if not.

I've got a surprise for you.

Rare as nylons.

I have a good feeling about tomorrow.

- You should get some sleep.
- Yes.

0630 hours.

My men did all that bravery
and devotion to duty could do.

If any blame or fault is attached to the attempt,

it is mine and mine alone.

That's what I wrote.

In case we fail tomorrow.

We won't.

Soldiers, sailors and airmen

of the Allied Expeditionary Force...

you are about to embark upon the Great Crusade,

upon which we have striven these many months.

The eyes of the world are upon you.

The hope and prayers

of liberty-loving people everywhere march with you.

In company with our brave allies

and brothers-in-arms on other fronts,

you will bring about the destruction

of the German war machine...

the elimination of Nazi tyranny

over the oppressed peoples of Europe

and security for ourselves in a free world.

You get any sleep?

Not a wink.

You?

Nope.

Your task will not be an easy one.

Your enemy is well trained,

well equipped and battle-hardened.

He will fight savagely.

60 seconds to H hour.

Radio silence ends in... 60 seconds.

But this is the year 1944.

Where you from?

Bracken Mountain, North Carolina, sir.

- Bracken Mountain, North Carolina?
- Yes, sir.

The tide has turned.

The free men of the world

are marching together to victory.

What's your name?

- Oiler, sir.
- Oiler. Where you from, Oiler?

I have full confidence in

your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle.

We will accept nothing less than full victory.

Good luck,

and let us beseech the blessing of Almighty God

upon this great and noble undertaking.

Utah. Come in, Utah.

Utah, come in.

SHAEF main to Utah.

Come in, Utah.

Omaha Beach control, do you read?

Utah, come in.

Utah, do you read?

Utah... hit by machine-gun fire. Casualties...

Heavy incoming fire at Utah Beach.

What about the other beaches?

Serious casualties at Omaha Beach.

How many casualties?

Westerly winds causing course corrections.

Westerly winds causing course corrections.

Visibility two miles,

ceiling falling to 1,500 feet.

Landing craft swept off course at Utah.

Visibility two miles.

Ceiling falling to 1,500 feet.

Omaha sky still overcast...

unable to locate batteries

lying on south beach.

- Keep moving!
- Keep pushing!

Move!

Incoming! Take cover!

Cannot unload due to heavy shellfire.

L1 section lost in water.

Second half moving forward.

800 yards off the beach.

Omaha winds 14 knots west.

Taking heavy fire at Gold and Omaha.

Many wounded at Dog Red,

needing immediate evacuation.

Cloud ceiling low, around 500 feet.

Cloud ceiling low, around 500 feet.

Find no targets of opportunity...

Can find no targets of opportunity

without endangering own landing.

We can't see a bloody thing!

Wind 18 knots, west, southwest.

Wind 18 knots, west, southwest.

Clouds 800 feet, beginning to rise.

- You're good.
- Am I gonna die?

No, we'll get you home. You're good.

Waves moderating at Utah, now two to three feet.

Ceiling lifting to 1,500 feet.

Clearer skies inland.

Keep pushing!

I don't care! Go!

Utah cloud ceiling clear.

Move up!

Two U.S. destroyers are within one...

Move up!

Yes?

What?

Thank you.

Footholds established on all the beaches.

Our men are ashore, with full air and naval support.

Hello. Signals Department.

Yes, St. Mary's Hospital in Clapham, please.

I'm sorry, sir, but there are still no outgoing calls

until security restrictions have been officially lifted.

I believe...

I've arranged a car to take you straight to the hospital.

Thank you very much. I appreciate that.

Well, congratulations, Stagg.

Congratulations to you, too.

Good luck.

Thank you so much for everything.

Don't be silly.

I'm sorry I couldn't have done more.

No, no.

We were busy.

Thank you.

No. You can't.

No!

Hello, Jim.

Hello, Liz.

Are you all right?

You okay?

Your son.

Hello.

Hello, beautiful.