Mark Franks vs David Harper: Car Boot Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

This is Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is, pitching TV's antiques experts against each other

in an all-out battle for profit and giving you an inside view of the secrets of the trade.

Coming up: our dealers' guide to the changing face of car boot sales.

Initially, it was people clearing out their stuff and you could get some bargains.

Now a lot of professionals come.

-How to sniff out a potential profit.

-It smells absolutely delicious.

Camphor is so perfumed.

-And how a little elbow grease goes a long way.

-Look how that reflects. That is ready to be sold on.

Today's car boot bonanza pitches our demon dealer "Devilish" David Harper

against everybody's favourite fast talker, Mark "Franksy" Franks

to see who can make the most profit

from buying and selling antiques.

The stakes couldn't be higher - it's the ever-questing conqueror from the north...

-Boot sales - why do they start so early?!

-You want to know why?

-..versus the ever-cheeky champion of the south.

-I want to know why, too. I haven't got a clue.

It's just a very strange thing, isn't it?

Risking their reputations and their own hard-earned cash in a battle

that will test their knowledge to the limit.

They're all half-asleep, look. They're not out of bed yet.

Our bleary-eyed early birds have up to £250 of their own money to spend.

Their mission over a week of challenges is to make the most profit possible,

all going to their chosen charities.

Today's car boot battleground is in Guildford, Surrey, with hundreds of car boots bulging with bargains.

In the battle for profit, there can be only one winner -

Mark and David, it's time to put your money where your mouth is.

Look at this - 7 o'clock on Sunday morning, we've got the noise and aroma of burgers, we've got cars,

we're in Guildford at a car boot sale. Life couldn't get much better.

You're a strange kid, aren't you? I'd rather be tucked up under the duvet reading the Sunday papers

-with a nice coffee.

-You're probably right.

-What's your plan of action?

If I can pull nothing but antiques out of this place...

Then you could pull a rabbit out of a hat, cos you're a magician!

If I can do that, fabulous.

I'm going to run round, look at all the vans, look at all the traders and try to avoid the public tit-tat.

I just want to get on, get in, get out.

It might be the crack of dawn, but there's real anticipation

and competitive banter flies thick and fast between our boys.

Both our dealers have clear strategies. David's mission is to hunt down bona fide antiques

buried within the car boots,

whilst Franksy, the antiques Terminator, plans to tear through this boot sale at a rate of knots,

bagging the bargains quick sharp.

And, true to his word, Mark has come haring off the blocks and snapped up his first bargain.

I've managed to get to the first stall and spent 10% of my money.

What have I bought? Four beautiful Victorian chairs.

Look at that baby! Nothing wrong with that at all. And there's four - matching set, 15 quid.

Not a lot of dough. Can you imagine? 15 quid for four chairs? It's the sale of the century!

A chest of drawers - five quid. Got a buyer already. Perfect.

Not that old, 1940s. Not the nicest thing in the world, but I know who will buy it. 20 quid spent.

David Harper, see you later.

Well, he's a ball of energy and confidence. Mark is stacking up the stock.

Four chairs for £15 and a chest of drawers for a fiver - our London lad is flying.

David's plan to hunt out genuine antiques will need a little more patience and planning.

Car boots are so different. At an antique fair, you know there's going to be antiques.

You don't know that at a car boot, but you've got to dive in there and dig.

Look - we've got people selling eggs, clothing, plastic toys.

But amongst those items could be some little gems. Don't give up.

Yes, that's the spirit, David. The never-say-die attitude of a true trader.

If there's antiques to find, his highly-trained eye will spot them.

But Franksy has his own opinion of his rival's chances of success

-and a strategy that he thinks can't be beat.

-Car boot sales - doddle. Easy.

Get in, move round fast. See the dealers, the traders and, if you're stuck, see the public.

I don't mess around. I want to spend my money. David has not got a chance. He's slow-moving,

and he's very, very, very...slow.

Fighting talk from Franksy!

But he shouldn't speak too soon. The race between the tortoise and the hare is never straightforward.

And Devilish David Harper has been splashing some cash.

Well, here we go. That is a proper antique.

It's called a cinnabar lacquer vase. Ideally, I'd have liked the two, as that's how it would have come.

But this is a metal vase, probably copper,

and on top of that is laid lacquer, sap from a tree.

And it's laid in layers, so it might take months to build the thickness

between the base and the top. At that point, after a few months, it is hand-carved.

Can you believe that thing started life in China? Probably early 20th century.

It took 2 or 3 months to make. Hand-carved, cost me a £10 note.

If that isn't worth...

70 quid... then I'm a brass monkey.

Well, if that purchase really is worth £70, you'd best stop throwing your money around

and get back to hunting out those profit-turning pieces.

David has cut his first deal of the day and spent just £10.

Now both our experts are in the zone and there's no stopping Franksy!

He's run into an old pal who might just have his second deal of the day.

-How much is that table?

-The best on it, Mark, has got to be a score.

-A score? Bobby Moore?

-A Bobby Moore.

-I'll give you £15 cash.

-I couldn't do it, mate. I'd be out selling the Big Issue!

-I've got a wife and six kids to support.

-Only six? Your wife don't know about the other two?

-No, no.

A score. There's a profit there.

-Yeah, a small profit.

-Small? There's nothing small in this game.

-I'll toss you, 15 or 20.

-Cool. You know me.

-You got a coin?

-I've got to supply the coin as well?

-I've got no money, have I?

Our London lad loves a gamble. Heads, the table costs him £15. Tails, it's 20.

-Call it, son.

-Heads as it lands.

Unlucky. What can I say?

-What can I say? Unfortunate!

-I gained 10p out of it, anyway!

Thank you very much. You've had a result, anyway.

Unlucky, Franksy. The coin falls on tails, but Mark's made his third purchase,

a G Plan table for £20. Is it a result? Only time will tell.

So Mark is in familiar territory and revelling in his early-morning exchanges.

David, on the other hand, is looking perplexed and starting to feel the pressure.

Antiques are thin on the ground!

You've really got to have hawk eyes here.

I want something to leap out at me. I really do.

David's searching high and low for antiques among the bric-a-brac.

Franksy is taking a closer look at his last purchase.

G Plan was a company started by a guy called E Gomme and the principle was that during WWII

materials were short, so they had to come up with a plan for people to make utility furniture

using the minimum amount of materials for the maximum amount of furniture. That lasted 10 years,

from '42 to roughly '52.

G Plan took off in the '60s and really became big,

one of the biggest manufacturers in Britain. This baby cost me £20.

What a gift! I know a couple of dealers who will fight over this.

I just need to give it a polish and this will be a lovely profit.

So Mark already has a plan to shift his G Plan.

He's well and truly tuned his dial to profit making.

I was going to bid you £1.

Only joking.

-There you are. Three quid, lovely. How about that?

-£2 change.

-Nice, innit?

-Nice and retro.

-Nice and retro. Thank you, darling.

I'll see you a bit later.

I can hear music! Music to my ears. Three quid - look at that.

If you've got a nice kitchen, Shaker style, pine, whatever,

on the side, in the mornings, that'll put a smile on your face.

A classic-looking Bush radio.

It's brand-new, but three quid?!

If you have any concerns when buying or selling electricals,

get a qualified electrician to check it over. David is starting to slip further and further behind,

-but he's following his well-trained nose and has picked up the scent of a bargain.

-It smells delicious.

That's the great thing with camphor. It's so perfumed. After 80 years,

-that smells today as it did when it was first made. What's that?

-65.

-65.

-I think that's a fair price, but I'm open to an offer.

-Are you?

-Because it's heavy.

-Because it's heavy. A big crack in the top.

-Could it be 20 quid?

-No. I tell you, you can have it for 40.

-Could I have it for 25?

-No, 40 would be my absolute limit.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-What about 30?

-No...

-What about 30 and a cup of tea? I'll buy you a cup of tea.

-I have to stick with 40.

-Really?

-I think that's a fair price.

-Let me look at the back of it.

-Do it for 35 and we're done.

-40.

-Do it for 35.

-I'll do it for 40.

-Go on, then. You're a hard man.

Never let it be said that David doesn't haggle to the very last.

He's paid £40 for the Art Deco camphor wood chest and managed to knock the dealer down £25.

It's his second purchase of the day.

David set out to sift the wheat from the chaff and locate genuine antiques,

so has this camphor wood chest hit the mark?

It's certainly Art Deco, so let's date it at 1930.

It was made in China for this market.

That camphor wood box,

they used to be popular, fashionable and desirable when David had hair.

You've got this lovely deep, hand-carved top and front,

made out of rosewood. It's a bit dull. It will need polishing, but you can tell rosewood

from the thick black grain. When this was new, it would have been sparkling.

So £40 paid. Well, that has got to be a fantastic bargain.

And really double bubble. If you can double your money, you're doing well. A guaranteed 80 quid.

-All day long.

-Yeah, I agree, totally(!)

I knew he was there.

-Have you bought it?

-I have.

-Very nice.

-40 quid.

-Still fashionable, are they?

-Very. Where I come from.

-That's what I couldn't get!

-Where I come from, they're not.

-They're not? OK, that's very interesting.

Not only are today's battle lines drawn by geography, but our boys are also firmly divided

on what's hot and what's not.

With both experts focused on victory, it's now time to find out how much cash has been splashed.

David and Mark started the day at the crack of dawn with up to £250 of their own money to spend,

it's been a slow start for David. He's bought just two items for a total of £50,

leaving him £200 in his kitty.

Mark has raced into an early lead.

He's cut four deals worth £43, which means he's got £207 left to spend.

Mark and David have each got £250 of their own money to spend here.

They must then sell their items to see who can make the most profit.

Mark is now locked deep in negotiations for a chest of drawers

with the same tough dealer who sold David the chest.

I'll give you it for 70. That's a great price.

-Not to me. It might be to you.

-65, not a penny less.

-I'll give you £50 cash and...

-No. I'll take 60 or I'll take it home.

-Why? It's horrible.

-It's a good price, 60.

-50's a great price. I love your style.

-60.

-No, I'm stuck at 50.

-£50 and...

-I'll get more than that later on, mate.

-Where from?

-From the customers.

-Trust me, trust me.

-It's doggy.

-It's not. But you know that. Know what I mean?

-Of course I know that! 55, last offer.

-You're on.

-Done.

Well, Mark had to work just as hard as his nemesis, but at £55

he's knocked £15 off the original asking price.

So why has this chest of drawers had Mark battling so hard?

It's basically a pine chest of drawers.

You can tell it's pine because...

You see these knots?

These very prevalent knots. And you can get your fingernails into it.

Hand-cut dovetails, as you can see.

They're not machine-cut. All fairly random.

Covered in mahogany veneer.

This model we call a blow away because it's such a light one.

You could literally lift it up and it would blow away.

But for 55 cash, it's double bubble. Got to be double your money.

And that quick.

Will this piece of bedroom Victoriana double its money?

We'll see later. Right now we're going to see if David can cut a deal

for four Poole Pottery dishes and a Murano glass bowl.

-50. Go on, take my money.

-OK.

-Good man. Excellent. Well done.

Thank you very much.

David's made a double purchase for a nifty £50

and he's sticking doggedly to his strategy of picking through the car boots for genuine articles.

But Franksy's matching his rival's pace and is bowled over by his latest purchase, bargain number six.

It's an unusual thing, isn't it? There's an image, sort of 1950s.

A guy doing ten-pin bowling.

I know two bowling alleys that I go to regularly

so I think this has a real chance. People who do bowling are fairly fanatical.

It's quite unusual to find something with bowling on it. Bohemian glass.

Made in Czechoslovakia. Still got the original label.

For four quid,

it's got a real good chance - if I don't break it1

What is it with these two?

For an outlay of just £4, Franksy picks up a quirky, bowling-themed glass vase.

Seek and ye shall find. David proves once again that his antique radar is in fine fettle.

He's picked up this charming Georgian fireplace trivet for £10.

And his form continues when he finds yet another antique

that could nurse his profit margins into a healthy state.

A bed slipper of the Liverpool Northern Hospital.

Dated 1836. Let me look at it.

"The slipper must not be inserted under the side of the body as the common bedpan,

"but must be passed under in front. A flannel cap for the toe part held on by strings round the heel

"will afford considerable comfort."

I'm sure it probably didn't and I wouldn't fancy using it, but what a great talking piece.

Perfect. Nicely made. Proper English Staffordshire pottery. Stamped on the base.

Davenport, 1836. 12 quid. That's a great talking piece.

-What's trade on that?

-Seven.

-I'll have to say yes.

-£7 spent

-and six items purchased.

-I'm doing well.

Our North Country boy is matching our resident car boot king every step of the way.

Talking of the car boot king, Franksy's all misty-eyed about his years trawling car boots.

The first car boot sale I ever did was in the '80s.

So really I've been doing this malarkey for the best part of 30 years.

It's definitely changed. Initially, it was people clearing out their stuff and you could get bargains.

It was sheds, garages and unwanted items.

Now a lot of professionals come week in, week out, and you see the same old stuff.

It's harder now to find good gear. That's why you have to get here early in the morning.

It's definitely changed, but it's a good place to buy. It's recycling at its best.

The cheapest stuff you'll ever find is at car boot sales.

Wise words and it looks like Mark's rival has heeded every one

as he's grabbed a classic car boot bargain.

-Let me have it for £1?

-Yes.

-Wonderful!

Purchase number 7 for David and he's only spent £1 on it.

He's bagged a lovely, early-20th century silver-plated cigarette case

and follows it up with a Royal Doulton jardiniere.

25 and we're a done deal. Good man.

Another antique hits the Harper booty bag for a spend of £25.

David is building up a real head of steam and he's not done yet.

Let's grab one of these each, Martin. I like these.

They're drinking cups, tigs.

Interestingly, Franksy toyed with the tigs earlier on, but passed due to their condition.

Nice piece, but damaged.

They're always damaged. This one Royal Doulton.

So that will date that to the early part of the 20th century.

This is much nicer, I think. Chips along the rim.

-Just Doulton. So that would be... 19th century.

-Yeah.

They're really, really nice things. For the pair, what could you do, trade?

It'd be about 130.

That's a bit hard, that, Martin.

50 quid apiece, I'll have them.

-OK.

-Good man. Excellent. Love it. Absolutely love it.

The two Royal Doulton tigs cost David £100 and bring his buying bonanza to a fitting close.

He set out to buy antiques and he's done exactly that.

But as the car booters begin to pack up, how is Mark faring?

Our buying tour de force looks to be gearing up for the Tour de France.

What I'll do with this little pushbike is offer you my last pennies and see what you say.

-It's a yes or no situation.

-All right.

I have £8 left and I know it's a bit cheeky, but...

-It's profit.

-Is that OK?

-Very kind.

He's not likely to challenge for the yellow jersey with that,

but Mark spent £8 on a children's pushbike and it's his final purchase of the day.

Both our boys have been bagging boot sale bargains all morning.

With traders heading home, it's time to check out how much our warring warriors have spent.

Mark and David both started out this morning with up to £250 of their own money to spend.

Mark has bought a total of seven items and spent £110 of his kitty.

David has bagged nine items and spent a total of £243.

Our dealers have used all their knowledge and experience to buy the items

they think will net them the most profit,

but before they go their separate ways, they have a quick snoop at their opponents' wares.

-Let's have a look at your stuff.

-OK. G Plan gate-leg table.

-Yeah.

-Do you like that?

-Yeah, it's not my bag exactly...

-What?

-I've got to be honest.

-But it's quality. What else have you got?

-A set of four chairs.

-A radio.

-I like that. It's a modern one.

It's a modern one, but again that was, I think, three quid. You can't go far wrong.

I like this, the old chest of drawers.

That's your proper antique, late 19th century.

Nice, original handles.

You could paint that and it would look the business, wouldn't it?

I probably will or I might sell it as it is.

-Let's look at some proper stuff.

-Yeah.

-I rejected the tigs because they had a bit of damage. That doesn't bother you?

-No. Hold that one.

-You have seen these?

-Yeah, I looked at them earlier and I thought,

"Nice items, don't like the handle being off."

They're rustic, country things, so the odd bit of nibble and chip I can live with.

-I think I'll find a home for them within the trade.

-Yeah.

-What about my glass bowl?

-Let's have a look at this.

Well, on the foot it's got quite a nice, few scratches there

which shows it's obviously got a bit of age to it.

-1950s?

-I think it's '50s, '60s.

-Yeah, nice colour. I like that a lot.

You look good through that, Mark. Look at me. A great improvement!

-DISTANT CAR ALARM

-Sounds like my car alarm's going off.

-All right, good man.

-Let's go and have a cup of Rosie.

-Yeah.

The hard work doesn't finish here. They now need to sell their items to make as much profit as possible.

As well as his G Plan table, his Bush radio

and his chest of drawers,

Mark will be selling a set of four chairs,

another chest of drawers,

a child's bike

and this tenpin-bowling motif vase.

As well as his Royal Doulton tigs and his Murano glass bowl,

David has to sell a Chinese vase,

a 1930s camphor wood chest,

a 1920s cigarette case,

some Poole Pottery dishes,

a trivet and a bed slipper

and a Royal Doulton jardiniere.

With their arsenal of purchases complete, the aim now for our mighty warriors

is to sell those purchases to make as much profit as possible

to give to their chosen charities.

They'll be pulling out all the stops to find buyers, rifling through their little black books

and doing deals left, right and centre on the phone and by email.

Clive, it's David Harper.

But until they've shaken on it and the money has changed hands, no deal is truly sealed.

Davis wants to make his first sale the old-fashioned way

by getting out there and pounding the pavements.

Just across the road.

His local pub landlord Hugh is always looking for decorative items to adorn his hostelry.

It's too early to fill the tigs with beer, but it's never too early to fill David's pockets with profit.

This one is probably 1880. That one's later.

-Mm-hm.

-We've got some great text here.

"The smaller the drink, the cooler the blood...

And "the clearer the head".

I think they would be fantastic talking pieces behind the bar displayed somewhere.

They've got a bit of history. The pub is oozing history.

Where I need to be is 185. What do you think? You're not looking that excited.

185 sounds a little bit rich, given the amount of damage.

If they were in absolutely pristine condition, they would be 200 to 300 each.

I'm persuadable at 150.

How about 170?

In every trade, splitting the difference is the answer.

Compromise is the key to success.

-155.

-That isn't splitting the difference.

I never said in proportion. I merely said we would split the difference.

Let's split the difference in my favour. 165, how's that?

-We're clearly heading for one solution.

-Are we going to go there?

We'll go there for 80 each.

-Perfect. 160 the pair.

-Done deal.

-Thank you very much.

-OK. Very good.

David probably deserves a little drink after the cut and thrust of that deal.

Hugh proved to be no pushover and made David work hard for his £60 profit.

Down in the capital, Franksy is on the move.

He's armed with his bowling motif vase, a cheeky grin

and memories of a lost youth at the local bowling alley.

As a kid, I used to go there late at night and go bowling and it was great fun,

so hopefully, it will be great fun taking some money off of them.

Mark paid just £4 for the vase, so can he use his famous sales patter

to turn a profit from the bowling alley's general manager Jason?

To me, that's got some beautiful images of people bowling on it.

It looks quite 1950s in styling.

This is gilt. The danger with this is if it's not been looked after, that will peel off.

-But that's in immaculate condition.

-Yeah.

I didn't know, being a bowling thing and you being the general manager here,

I thought you might be interested in buying that.

It's possibly something that we could use. We can make some sort of trophy out of it,

have some sort of competition for it, so it could be interesting.

What's it worth to you, Jason? Come on.

You're probably talking something like a tenner?

-Perhaps you can go a bit further?

-15?

-I'll accept 15 quid for it.

-All right.

But I'll challenge you to a game of bowling - double or quits.

-Either 15 quid or we'll double it to 30. How does that sound?

-You're on.

-I'll buy you a cup of tea after.

So Jason agrees to Mark's challenge. A win for Franksy means £30.

If he loses, he walks away with 15.

Not bad.

# I changed my mind, looking fine

# Goodness gracious, great balls of fire

# Kiss me, baby Whoo...

# It feels good... #

While Mark's setting the bowling alley on fire, David blazes a trail

through the antiques dealerships of Barnard Castle.

-He's armed with his trivet.

-Working beautifully well.

He's off to pay a visit to another dealer called David.

A trivet is a support for a kettle placed next to a fire.

-What's it worth?

-To buy or to sell?

-Well, for you to buy?

-£25?

-Really? As little as that?

-What about 40?

-No, no, no.

-Is that too dear?

No, I'd rather live without it, David.

35? Would that buy it?

HE SIGHS No.

-Will you have it at £30?

-I think at £30, it's...

-Yes.

-Are you happy?

-Yes.

-Thank you very much.

A £20 profit won't set this competition alight,

but every penny counts in today's challenge.

So far, David has sold two items and he's out in front.

Time to catch up with the bowling alley action. Mark is having a ball reliving his misspent youth.

-I'll have him.

-But will he be victorious in the inaugural Put Your Money tenpin profits stakes?

-I didn't do bad, but...

-Not bad.

-There you are, mate.

-Cheers, mate. Thanks a lot.

-15 quid.

-15 quid it is.

Yes, Franksy might have spent his formative years at the bowling alley, but he's no match for Jason.

He loses the frame and will be walking away with just £11 profit.

Both our boys now have sales under their belts,

so it's time to turn their attentions to those items that need a little more TLC

to maximise their value.

For David, that's the camphor wood chest and for Mark, it's the G Plan table.

There's a lot of nasty marks.

Re-finished, it's going to make it more saleable.

We'll give it a lick of French polish. I've got some brush-on French polish. Are you ready?

Fingers crossed, please.

# I'm taking care of business

# Woman, can't you see?

# I gotta make it for you... #

People think sometimes I'm absolutely bonkers loving polishing furniture,

but what better way of getting to know a piece and its foibles and its oddities

and also of improving its value with very little effort really!

# I, I...

# I got work to do

-# I got work, baby

-I got work to do

# I got a job, baby... #

I'm sweating to make this table look good.

I bet Mr Harper's not putting this sweat or hard work into it.

That's enough wax. I'll give that five minutes to set before I buff it up.

Look at the way that reflects. That is ready to be sold on.

It does look nice, doesn't it?

Yes, I can see a profit in this.

David might not be dripping with sweat, but he's certainly grafting

and he's been busy lining up potential purchasers.

First, he offloads his Royal Doulton jardiniere to fellow dealer Jo.

-Can we close at 40?

-Yeah, go on then.

-Oh, you're a dreamboat as ever.

He pockets £15 profit.

And David's really smoking when he sells his £1 1920s cigarette case for £15,

bagging another £14 profit.

If I could turn every £1 I invest into that sort of return,

I'd only work for a week and I'd retire for ever.

I'm absolutely delighted, so I'll just enjoy the great British summer

and go and lie in the garden(!)

At this stage of the game, David is gobbling up the sales.

He's out in front and cruising towards victory.

Mark really needs to get on his bike and make some money.

..if we can wheel it into a profit. Very nice.

And lo and behold, that's what our London lad is doing.

He's off to visit a local bike shop, hoping he can crank up some profit and close the gap on his rival.

-I sent you an email about this little baby.

-Good. I remember.

0 to 60...

in 4.2 weeks!

Exactly. It's quite an old bike. I've never seen one before, to be honest.

It's got a few battle scars with a missing inner tube or a puncture on the front there, but not too rotten.

It's had a lick of paint. I'd give you 20 quid for it.

Yeah, why not? That's a fair price. You've been reasonable. I didn't expect to get a million pounds.

-So 20 quid...

-That's a deal.

-Thank you.

£12 profit on the pushbike means

that Mark's challenge for today's title is yet to hit the fast lane.

He's currently way behind his devilish rival, but how far behind?

Let's take a look at the scores.

So Franksy, the King of the Car Boot, is yet to prove his royal credentials

when it comes to selling.

He's a long way behind David and needs to turn some profits and fast

if he wants to stay in contention.

Not a man to be easily beaten, he's going to try and do just that

with his freshly sanded and polished G Plan table.

He's bringing it to an antiques centre and he's a man on a mission.

Watch and learn.

As fast as you like.

Franksy laid out £20 on the table, but will all his hard work result in some big, big profits?

Faster than a speeding bullet, antique dealer extraordinaire,

takes a very small profit, but very quickly.

£25, it's a small profit, but time is of the essence.

Well, "less haste, more money" might be the adage, Franksy.

A £5 profit is all well and good, but it's hardly going to dent David's lead.

Our northern warrior is in his Barnard Castle HQ.

He's hoping that local dealer Ann will be seduced by his handiwork with the polish

and be prepared to part with some cold, hard cash for his camphor wood chest.

It cost him £40, but will all that love and care mean a major payback?

The interior just has that lovely, lovely smell which is wonderful for keeping the moths at bay.

Is that what it does? It's camphor wood.

-Yes, camphor wood is great for keeping away the moths which eat away at our clothes.

-Exactly.

It is nice. Tell me the worst. What is it that you're looking for?

Well, I'm thinking...85?

Oh, David! Well...

-I was thinking more about 50.

-Oh, really?

-50 quid, but...

80?

-75.

-Are you happy at that?

-Yeah, yeah.

You don't look very happy, but I shall take that as a definite yes.

A sale of £75 nets David £35 profit.

-Brilliant.

-And another five.

-Lovely-jubbly. Thanks.

"Lovely-jubbly" indeed! Not only is David stealing Mark's patter, he's stealing his thunder too.

He's very nearly doubled his money on the chest and he's stretched his lead even further.

David's bed slipper has tested his contacts book to the limit.

With a little lateral thinking, the Devilish One has come up with a plan to try and sell it to Eva,

the owner of a local B&B who is always on the lookout for pieces to decorate her rooms.

-Do you like the idea of having it?

-I like the idea, yes.

-It'll be cheap and cheerful.

-That's what it should be.

-40 quid-ish?

It can't be dear at that. It's difficult to value, really.

Yeah, I know. And what do they say? Things are worth what people pay for them.

Let's just have a look.

-What are you looking for?

-Cracks.

-To pick you up on the "ish".

-Oh, you're terrible.

Yeah. Hmm...

Oh, I've found one. I've found a crack.

-Well done.

-Can we work a little bit on the "ish" bit?

-35?

-Yeah.

-Are we going to go with that?

-Yeah, go on.

-Will you show me where it's going to go? Give us a kiss.

It's a profit of £28 for David and a new home for the bed slipper.

Mr Harper has now sold six items and has a magnificent lead over his rival.

But is that lead unassailable?

Franksy might have something to say about that.

He might be down, but he's far from out, so he's taking his four chairs to old pal David

who works in the house clearance business. Mark parted with £15 for the chairs at the boot sale.

They're not mint, but they are cheap.

They're pretty sturdy, pretty solid.

How about a tenner each, Dave?

They need gluing up, they need polishing.

20 quid?

-No, just a tenner each, not 20 quid each.

-20 quid the four!

-Dear, oh, dear.

-30 quid.

-25 and you've got a deal.

-Go on then. Top man!

It's just £10 profit for Franksy.

He's slowly clawing his way back into today's competition,

but he'll have to make some serious money from his remaining items,

so he'll need to turn some very tidy profits on his chests of drawers.

First up is the set he paid just £5 for.

He's taking the drawers to Jill whose shop does a great little line in shabby chic.

-30 quid, Mark. I'm sorry.

-30 and a kiss.

Always nice to see a deal sealed with a kiss.

It's a £25 profit for Mark and things are looking up.

In Barnard Castle, David is back to pounding the pavements.

He's going to a local retro shop armed with his Murano glass bowl.

He paid £50 for the bowl with the Poole Pottery,

so it's £50 he needs to make to break even on the bulk purchase.

That's my favourite colour too. Have you seen the orange vase?

-Music to my ears!

-That's beautiful.

-Have a grab of that.

-Wow!

Wow, that is gorgeous.

-How old, David?

-I think '60s, 1970s.

-Probably late '60s. I mean, it screams that, doesn't it?

-It does.

The colour and the shape as well. How much?

If I said 55, could you sell it for 75?

-I'd be happier with 45.

-Really?

-Yeah, I would.

It would fly off my shelves and I'd possibly put it up at 65.

-Make it 50 and we've done it.

-Without a doubt.

-Good girl. Right place, right home.

Bellissimo! David's Italian job nets him £50,

so whatever he makes on the Poole Pottery is all profit.

Guess what? He goes on to sell it for another 50 notes,

so his collection of kitsch nets an overall profit of £50.

This competition has been a tour de force from the Devilish One

and his demonstration of textbook expert dealing is complete

when he sells his Chinese vase for £40

and adds another £30 profit to his kitty.

He's all sold up and has a commanding lead over Franksy, but it ain't over yet.

Mark still has two items left to sell -

his retro radio and his Victorian chest of drawers.

When Mark has a handsome hunk of furniture like this to sell, there's only one place he's heading

and that's his old friend Helen who has an antiques shop in Battersea.

Make it look nice.

Is this the shop of one of the best antique dealers and buyers in Battersea?

-Hello.

-Hello, Helen.

-How are you?

-That's better.

-I've got something wonderful to show you. Come and have a look at this.

-OK. Lovely.

-Oh!

-What a fine example...

-Of an old friend!

-An old friend, it certainly is. Look at that.

Fresh out of a house. The drawers are sitting fair and true.

The runners are there.

That's the only thing that I hate about these, if the runners droop...

-But it seems...

-The drawer bottoms are solid.

-Yeah.

Just checking because I can't always trust you, Mark.

-I resent that remark.

-No, I think we've got...

-And the corners are there which is unusual.

-And all knobs are correct and present.

OK, how much do you want for it?

Helen's interested and that's very good news

because Franksy's having a giant lemonade in the last chance saloon.

He's in desperate need of a big, fat profit margin if he is to have any hope of clinching today's title.

We'll find out shortly if Mark manages to sell the chest of drawers

because it's time to tot up the totals and reveal who has made the most cash.

The boys started with up to £250 to spend at the car boot sale.

Mark "Franksy" Franks spent just £110 from his kitty.

Devilish David Harper parted with £243.

Over a week of challenges, all the profit Mark and David make will go to the charities of their choice,

so without further ado, it's time to find out which of them has made the most cash.

-Did you do well?

-I'm not sure because I've not had a look, but I nicked a few quid.

-Shall we go for it?

-Yeah. Ready? Three, two, one, go!

-You beat me, Mr Harper!

-Oh!

It's only money. Not a lot, not a lot.

-How on earth did you make exactly £100?

-It took a lot of doing.

-Well done. It's been a pleasure.

Put it there. Well done, mate.

Well, Devilish David de-thrones the Car Boot King and takes today's title.

It turned out that Mark made just £40 profit on his chest of drawers.

90.

How about 95 if I beg and plead?

-All right.

-Yes!

He also lost £3 on his radio

as he failed to tune in to a buyer.

Pulling antiques out of a car boot is really quite unusual, so I think I was quite lucky.

In reality, it wasn't a doddle.

Mr Harper, he did very well.

I did beat the Car Boot Guru, Mark Franks. How amazing is that!

Don't count your profit chickens yet, David,

because our experts both have one more challenge before any profit can be banked.

Tomorrow, our experts face their toughest challenge yet -

a Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is 48-hour showdown.

He wants 150. That's why he's turned down 150. That's mind games, see?

I'm only happy when I'm spending money. When I get outbid, I hate it.

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