Antiques challenge where experts go head-to-head. Mark Franks and David Harper embark on a 48-hour battle to see who can raise the most cash at a Worcestershire collectors' fair.
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This is the Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is showdown,
the greatest challenge our experts have faced yet.
In just 48 frantic hours,
our duelling dealers will each have to source, buy and then sell
an entire stall's worth of antiques testing their knowledge, stamina
and nerve to the absolute limit.
Coming up, our experts show you how the hands on approach to dealing can often work wonders...
Come on, don't be greedy, it's only money.
Mind you don't fall over when you walk off, cos you're not buying it.
..How to leave no stone unturned in the hunt for a bargain...
I love buying boxes of goodies because you never know what's hidden at the bottom.
..And when doing your deal, only cash up front will do.
No, you're not paying me in kind, stop it.
Today, it's the final battle between...
Throughout the week, they've been fighting it out
to see who can make the most profit from buying and selling antiques.
Mr Harper's probably terrified.
But now it's time to find out what our experts are taking on today,
the most difficult challenge of their dealing careers.
Early morning delivery, I'll see what this says. "David Harper," that's me.
"This is your showdown, the challenge is simple." Good.
"You have today to buy antiques and collectibles from wherever you like.
"Tomorrow, you must sell your items off a stall at the Malvern Antiques Fair."
Both our duelling dealers have up to £1,000 of their own money
to spend, and the winner of this challenge
will be the one who makes the most profit.
"You will find suggestions for places where you can buy items together with
"the details of tomorrow's market in your information pack," shown here.
Our tussling titans have got just one day to buy up an entire stall's worth of antiques.
Tomorrow, they'll be selling the whole lot in direct competition,
to the discerning shoppers at Malvern Antiques market in Worcestershire.
This popular market is set close to the rolling Malvern Hills
and attracts up to 1,500 dealers and public a day
with its mix of traditional antiques and retro items.
So, how exactly does David propose to tackle this?
There's an auction in South Doncaster,
which is about an hour and a half away from me.
It's now quarter to eight. It's a case of blowing the grand,
getting myself off to Malvern, seeing Mark Franks, up early in the morning,
nice early start, sell, sell, sell.
Gosh, so much to do and absolutely no time at all.
It's actually quite stressful this.
I don't mind a bit of stress but this is a bit crazy. The clock is ticking.
Right. So a bag of polish... Ah!
My "David Harper Antiques & Vintage" sign,
that'll do wonders and a bit of fabric for the stall.
I mean, this is all about selling antiques. It's not an interior design
flouncy exhibition, this will have to do.
Selling antiques is what I do.
Well, who'd have ever thunk it.
It's not even 8am yet and David's got the pedal to the metal.
As always, Franksy is a man with a plan.
I'm going go to Arundel because there's a car boot sale on.
Should have been there two hours ago really, but I reckon I can still have a little tear up.
Today's going to be a doddle buying. I'll be at the hotel before Harpo with my feet up.
I might be sitting round by the pool in my undies.
I say, watch out Worcester!
I can see I've got a van and a very good-looking man,
who doesn't wave back. So, I'll see you later. Let's go.
So, Franksy's strategy is to drive 60 miles
in the wrong direction to a boot sale that started over an hour ago?
From where I am, we've got to travel south to Arundel,
which is about an hour.
I've been to Malvern before, it was closed.
Steady on. It sounds like our London lad's got a bit too used to the 24-hour culture of the capital.
On route to his auction room, Devilish David isn't twiddling his thumbs.
His dealer's mind is like a steel trap and he's got profit on the brain.
Right, well according to the SatNav four minutes to the location.
It's almost half past nine, that will give me just over an hour
to view and scour the sale room.
I'm just hoping there's going to be some lovely small items,
maybe a box of goodies.
I love buying boxes of goodies because you never know what's hidden at the bottom.
David arrives at a local sale room in Doncaster
with just one hour 15 minutes left to view hundreds of lots.
Devilish puts on his profit-tinted glasses and begins to sweep
the sale room like a pro for top class stall stock.
-Hmm, no comment.
First impressions, as you can see it was described as an antiques and general sale but mixed in amongst it,
which makes me very excited, are some lovely choice antique pieces.
Get to it, Devilish, the auction starts in 45 minutes.
And as David locks eyes with future antique buys,
Mark is looking at nothing more interesting than the A23.
OK, it is nearly ten o'clock in the morning.
We're still on route, the traffic's bad, the weather's bad.
Back at the Doncaster sale room, David's determination to leave
no profit possibility unturned has come up trumps.
This is a real antique, George III, maybe early Regency, 1820,
possibly 1830, sarcophagus shape in mahogany. It's a tea caddy.
Price-wise, it doesn't want to be more than £10, £15. Be nice for that.
OK, ladies and gentlemen, here we go.
It's time to get weaving.
Canny dealer as he is, David knows his stall will need serious
antique kerb appeal and here they are - woof, woof!
I'm going to have a go at the pair of mid-1940s, '50s toy dogs.
There's no estimates for this sale today, so the auctioneer cuts straight to the chase.
Ten bid. £10. Any more? Done, finished at ten. And it's number 41.
It's nice to get a start.
Including commission, that's just under £12.
Now, let's have a look how Mark is getting on.
Oh, dear, maybe not.
I don't know how many times I come to an auction
I get that nervous feeling. I feel it in my toes to the top of my head.
It's a tingling sensation and I love it.
David is keen to get his mitts on this mirror.
All done, it's cheap this.
I can't believe it. He should have put the hammer down there.
Good man. Thank you very much. That was a very, very cheap find.
With fees, the toilet mirror has cost just over £23.50 of his budget
and the auctioneer has managed to tweak every penny out of him.
£15 bid. Any more? I'll take half if it'll help you.
He's very good. He's gone five, ten, 15, 20 and before you know it,
you're paying £20.
You better watch that wallet then, Devilish.
In West Sussex, one boot sale doesn't know what's about to hit it.
Its Franksy, the man of a thousand deals has arrived at the boot. He's ready, he's willing.
I'm going to start buying. Are you coming?
And he's most certainly able, if only he wasn't four hours late.
It's 11 o'clock, here we are, Arundel car boot sale, rain has stopped play.
There's still a few dealers here. I'm going to have a mooch around.
I've got a bag of sand, a grand to spend.
Do you know what? Will that fit in the van?
-What else have you got? Anything that's nice?
-I had 19 of these this morning.
-I tell you what, Marcus, I'll make you
a one off offer, because I am here to buy, I'll offer you £300.
-Yes or no?
-That's my lucky number.
-Thank you very much.
-That's eight porcelain ladies and a velvet sofa to boot.
He also snaps up a bargain basement mixed box of goodies.
Pictures, this little gem and the box.
And two Victorian conch shell figurines are his for a little light flirting.
What do you want on them?
-Go on then, only because I fancy you.
I tell you what, give us a price on the boat, the clouded glass and the three decanters.
What do I do? Do I carry on looking down there at them stalls,
or do I spend the money
on the modern boat, a bit of glass that won't clean up,
and three nice decanters, which are all the money?
What would you do? I'll see you after the break.
Now, that's a cliff-hanger.
In Doncaster, David's sticking to his minimal outlay strategy like a limpet.
I've snapped up something that's really cheap.
They're not great but a pair of wine racks for a couple of quid, I mean,
they're as daft as brushes.
Well, that's a whole two pound coins plus 35p commission.
How can our Devilish Dave fail to make a profit at that price?
Making up for lost time, Mark's already snapped up 19 items from the boot.
Now, he's brokering a booty deal for these three antiques and fancies his chances of a good price.
Would you not rather have a bulging pocket than breakable stock with a broken mast?
-Go on then, £135.
-OK, you've got a deal.
-It's only money, honey.
-You're a hard man.
He's spending money like Viv Nicholson after a pools win.
David, you need to up your game pronto.
In the sale room, David's spotted a nice little earner in several lots of Royal Crown Derby porcelain.
Local buyers have already snapped up the first two lots.
There are five of them.
Third time lucky, David?
Oh, my gosh.
Disaster! David took on the local boys and lost.
The Imari is out of his life and off his stall.
I'm getting worried now because I've only spent about £30.
And as David bombs up in Doncaster, Mark's boot-buying strategy is going stratospheric.
He pounced on this basket weave chair for a scant £1.75,
and now he's heading over to cause havoc with some of the only traders on the block.
How about we do this, right? Two benches and these two,
you can carve it up however you like and I'll give £80.
We won't be carving it up too much, will we?
Our boy from the boot stuff is trying to beat these dyed in the wool
dealers at their own game, but they're not having it.
Let's walk round because I fancy you might have missed something,
then we'll lump it all together and see if I can come out the right end.
Mark isn't standing on ceremony.
Good dealers know the best stuff isn't always on display.
He's trashing this van.
Buy something, for goodness sake!
I tell you what I'll do. I'll go £35 on them two there.
-On the sinks?
-No, one sink and a picture.
With Devilish giving it some serious welly at the auction room and Franksy putting the boot in
at the, well, the boot, it's time to see how the cookie is crumbling
so far in this mega dealer face off.
Our duelling duo started the day with up to £1,000 of their own money to spend.
Franksy made a slow start but picked up speed, spending
just over £641 on 22 items, leaving him just under £360 to spend.
Devilish David made slow but steady progress,
spending just under £40, including auction fees,
meaning he's got way over £900 still in his kitty.
Our clashing colossi have got just 48 hours to each source, buy
and then sell an entire stall's worth of collectibles
at a posh Malvern antiques fair.
Our London son is on a roll now.
Not content with nailing one poor dealer to the floor at this boot sale,
he's now offering his mate a deal he can refuse.
I know you don't want to, I'm not being horrible but I've decided
I don't like the black bench, but I'll give you a score for the green one, how's that sound?
Do you want to load that on, or do you want to spend that down the boozer?
-What shall we do, Tone?
-Give us your money.
-Deal. Lovely. Thank you very much.
It's actually lovely. Look at the legs.
Look at the shape of that.
With room in his van already limited,
Franksy's pulling ahead of David in this buying bonanza.
Devilish needs to crack out the cash pronto.
There we go. It's a paper roller, ladies and gents.
-Some kind of paper roller.
I don't know if I've ever seen a paper roller before.
It's a novelty quirky item.
Has David won the booby prize?
Let's hope the Malvern buyers won't think so.
For this, an outlay of just under £19.
Like Franksy, our Devilish dude snaps up an antique bench
for just under £19 including fees.
That's good, but what David needs is some classic antiquary.
-That'll do nicely.
Wow. OK, crinoline stretcher, 19th century, cracking thing, but £160.
You know what I thought I'd pay for that today, £50, £60.
Not exactly cheap as chips.
This tasty chair is David's for the princely sum of £188.20
with commission added in.
Over 200 miles away, Franksy has gathered together a gang of the usual boot sale suspects.
Piano stool, shelves,
and the map.
Are we going to mess about for an hour or two or just straight... No bids, Mark, please.
There's no stallholders, there's no-one else play with. I might as well stay and play with you.
50 quid, I can't be bid on it.
Thank you very much.
Don't bother rushing back, Mark.
That's it, Tone.
Franksy's left this trader in need of medical attention.
Feel like I got to go and see a doctor.
David is also finding that in the world of dealing,
everyone wants a piece of your cash.
That's more like it. I'm only happy when I'm spending money.
He bags this picturesque painting for just over £29 including fees.
I better keep a tight record here. I don't want to be over spending.
Now he's got his beady mince pies on this timepiece. Let's see how he does.
All out done, £45.
OK. I've just bought an Edwardian circa 1910 hanging wall clock.
I didn't really have a close look at but it just looks quite cheap.
David gives beavers a run for their money in his eagerness to rid himself of the folding stuff.
That lovely sarcophagus-shaped tea caddy. Here we go. I'm going to bid on this one.
At £40 only bid.
I think I've paid a bit too much money for that thing.
All done at 5-0, number 41.
-Banjo barometer, 20.
-There we go.
All done at £55.
Let's hope it works.
I've seen a bunch of pictures for three quid.
This is a toast rack, a Lurpak butter toast rack.
All done, finished at £1. Number 41.
I love that. It's my favourite lot actually.
Oh, there's no flies on Devilish today.
He picks up five lots, not exactly for nothing but just over £175 including fees.
Well, that's my auction buying over for today, anyway,
and it is just five past one,
which leaves me just under five hours to spend the rest of the money.
The only thing is this is not my neck of the woods, I don't know where the friendly antique dealers are.
So, wagons roll. The fabulous Harper antiques show is on the road towards Profits Ville.
There's a centre nearby, about 30 minutes away, called Earls Carr Antiques Centre.
I've been there before and it's a cracking buying environment.
By the time I get there, I'm going to have another
two hours or so, at least, to hopefully find something else.
So, onwards and upwards.
Now, down in Arundel, Mark's got an offer on the table
for three chairs and this carved wooden settle.
If only the seller shared his enthusiasm to close the deal.
I thought you wanted to sell, I didn't know you wanted to take it home.
I don't mind selling it but I really don't want to give it away, man.
25 or I'm walking. Come one, don't be greedy, it's only money.
Don't fall over when you walk off then, son,
because you're not buying it.
Come on, Mark, be sensible, son.
Oh, this is like watching Clint Eastwood face down John Wayne.
25 or 40, call.
Tails it is.
OK, I tossed a coin, Tony won, and to be fair,
he's been very kind to me so he did deserve to win that one.
Thanks very much, Mark.
I do hope that's £40 that brings you a bit of luck.
-Good luck, son.
-Thanks a lot, mate.
And I better give you your 50p back before I get in trouble.
That's me, I'm done and dusted. The last item of the day.
Let's load it up and get out of here.
Finally! It might have felt like pulling teeth to those traders,
but Franksy's boot sale buying spree has come up trumps.
If anyone can clear a stall in one day, it's Mark Franks.
I've got something for everyone at this antiques fair.
It doesn't matter if you're buying bits of china, bits of glass,
we've got statues, we've got everything you could possibly want.
He's got piles of stock for his stall tomorrow and it's time to ship out.
I'm done and dusted, the van's full up, I'm on the way to Malvern,
I'm done, easy-peasy. How you getting on, Mr Harper?
Malvern, driver, and don't spare the horses.
Well, Franksy might have shut up shop already but for David the buying day is still young.
MOBILE RINGS Mark Franks,
checking up on me.
Hello, David Harper.
I'm done, I've spent up, finished.
Well, listen, well done, you.
I'm genuinely very pleased for you.
Just remember, we've got one day to sell all this stuff in.
You know what, Mark? That is what is scaring the pants off me.
Let's just hope it doesn't scare the pants off you, keep your pants on.
I'll try and keep my pants on, Mark.
OK, mate, I'll see you later. Good luck.
Cheers. Bye-bye. Bye.
Well, he's on fire, isn't he?
I'm going back to my mate Robbie.
He only wants to feel real love, a bit like me.
# ..I just want to feel real love
# Feel the home that I live in... #
With rival Mark relaxing with his feet up,
David's feeling the pressure to buy, buy, buy and, he's bought.
Well, I'm very pleased to announce that I am the proud owner of this
drop-dead gorgeous Art Deco mirror.
Now, this thing in a good antiques sale, an interior design sale,
could easily touch £100 and I've just bagged it at a trade sale,
what a place, for £20.
This baby is coming in the van with me.
Well, I've got to say that is it for my buying trip today.
I could have spent more money in there, but I'd need much more time and time really is pushing on.
So, this is it, the final item, it's in the van and off to see Franksy. What a delight.
Oh, like a shark scenting blood, David can see profit on the horizon.
Franksy, you're going to need a bigger boat.
# ..I just want to feel real love... #
So, it's down tools time and our two duelling dealers
hot foot it to their rendezvous.
David and Mark both started out the day with up to £1,000 of their own money to spend.
Mark has spent big, laying out just under £780 on 36 items of stock,
plus stall decoration.
David, on the other hand, has bagged 16 items, less than half
the antiques of his rival, and spent just under £600, including fees.
In Malvern, Franksy has arrived at the hotel to find it a David-free zone.
I've been here nearly two hours.
Here he is.
David, I've bought you a pint.
-No, I bought you a pint.
-I'm pleased, I'm pleased.
-It is your round.
-Well, deserved drink, how you doing?
-Good to see you.
Very good, I've had a long hard, horrible day. Tough day, how about you?
Have you got any money left?
Yes, I've got money left, disappointingly.
-What about you?
-I've got no money left, but I've got an empty glass.
Come on, I'll get you a drink.
I just feel relieved to have goods that can be sold and I'm in my bedroom ready to order some food
and get an early night, because my strategy for selling starts now
and that is food, bed, early up, get to the fair, get the goods out,
get my polishes out and get everything prepared
because prior preparation for selling is everything.
Plan of action. Strategy.
Very simple. Any profits, take them quick as you like, don't mess around.
I've seen what David's bought.
I'm not worried at all. I've had this one.
Easy-peasy, in the bag. All I've got to do is sell the stuff.
But, mind you, selling is a lot harder than buying.
Coming up, Mark shows how a little romance never hurt a sale.
Oh. I'm off, see you, David!
And David puts his shoulder to the selling wheel.
Working hard, working hard.
But that's what you've got to do, you don't earn money without work, you've got to graft it.
It's first thing in the morning in Worcester, where the Malvern Antiques Market
is gearing up for a busy day's trading.
Dealers are setting up shop ready for the influx of potential buyers,
a mix of day trippers, trade and private collectors.
Over the next eight hours, our duelling duo face their biggest challenge yet.
They must attempt to sell everything they bought yesterday.
I'm desperate to get going.
-Are you ready?
-You should dress your stall up first.
Get your cloth out, I'll get my cloth. Go.
Franksy and Devilish David have stalls side by side.
They will have to pull out all the stops to ensure buyers come to their stall first.
Which might explain this.
Franksy's using expanding insulation foam in an entirely novel way.
It's like an explosion in a paint factory. It looks like Devilish is equally baffled.
Is that one of your antiques?
Well, it's certainly eye catching but whether Franksy's rainbow stall decor converts into profit
remains to be seen.
The demon seller has opted for a more low key approach to bring in his customers.
Which stall is decked out for victory and which will prove a damp squib?
Gentlemen, reveal your stalls.
Roll up, people of Worcester your dealers await you.
It's a fantastic thing. Utterly fantastic.
I mean normally I'd want £90 for it honestly, £43.
Have it £40, good man, you've got a bargain there, well done.
Yes, a whopping 100% profit of £20 for David's first sale
and before Mark can turn around he's at it again.
Now, yes, that's a limited edition signed print.
£38, that's a good price.
£42 and we're done.
-Got to be £40.
-Do it, good man.
Thanks very much.
-You've got a cracking buy there. Well, done you.
-Well, done Devilish.
Over £10 of pure profit.
So, I made £10 and a bit, £10 pure profit
and an extra sold sign which will bring the blighters onto my stall.
Like the Linford Christie of collectibles, David starts his race on the B of the bargain.
Ah, what's this? A return volley from Franksy's court?
Why don't I do you two for £15?
-Oh, go on.
-Go on then. There you are, darling.
-I don't suppose you have any boxes.
I've got boxes, bubble wrap...
That's £12.50 profit for the ceramic ladies.
-Can I leave with you?
-I'm here all day, it will be in this vehicle.
OK, shouldn't be that long.
-Thank you, sir.
-And Franksy's seafaring centrepiece bags him £10 profit.
Our demon dealer doesn't even blink at Mark's accomplished display of selling.
How can he? He's got his eyes on a customer of his own.
David snapped this up for under £20 at auction
but can he squeeze a comfortable profit margin out of this lady?
And that is £49.
You can do better than that.
I couldn't do a great deal better but I'll try.
Ooh, she's no pushover.
Do me £42.
-Go on, wonderful. Do I get a kiss as well?
Thank you very much indeed. Brilliant, well done you.
Come back and we'll give you a hand with it.
And delivery service thrown in too.
That's another double bubble profit for Devilish.
But, does our London lad look intimidated? Does he heck as like.
He's just sold his lamp...
It's only money.
I'm not long for this world, I won't be taking it with me. Thank you, sir.
..and his shelves for £10 profit.
I tell you what, I'll take £40.
That's just me getting my money back.
Oh, look, he's trying to act all casual.
What do you think of my stall, it's nice isn't it?
And bingo, the "doesn't give two hoots" approach worked a treat.
-I'll have that.
-I thought you would.
He's a man who knows what he's looking at.
-What have you sold, Mark? What was that?
-Shelves, how much?
-Yeah, what did you pay for those?
-About £15, I think.
Oh, hark at sticky beak here.
How much profit have you made so far?
-I don't know.
-Go on, keep me informed.
I don't know exactly, a little bit.
He's fishing for information like a man trying to land Moby Dick.
You are killing my secret weapon of the aroma of wax,
all I can smell is like going into a car paint shop.
It's positively revolting, do you realise what you're doing to the antiques trade?
Livening it up a little bit.
A neon bright stall is an interesting selling strategy from Franksy.
Maybe a free pair of sunglasses for every buyer.
I honestly think that if you look up and down this market,
it is a mass of boring shades of brown.
This, people standing and staring. It's making them focus and concentrate on my stall
and in so doing, they look at the stock.
I actually don't think it's the stock they're staring at.
No matter, if the tills are ringing the paint job's working.
I'll meet you in the middle at £15, but I don't do a penny less.
Thank you, sir, isn't it lovely?
Ker-ching. David has got his pot of polish in his hot little hand and he's not sparing the elbow grease.
Part of my top tip for selling strategy is always to remain on the stall,
be around and talk to every single human being that comes within a few feet radius of you.
Mark Franks, where is he? He's missing punters all the time.
He's somewhere else drinking coffee, eating bacon butties,
gassing away to other people and he's missing potential sales. Suits me.
Well, don't laugh too loud, David, Franksy's sold double the items you have.
Oh, look who's back.
I am the cheapest stall by far.
I've just sold a bench, three chairs and a hanging chair for £50. I must be mad.
But, to be fair, I'm selling and that's the name of the game.
Mark and David have been fighting it out now for four hours.
Working hard, working hard, but that's what you've got to do,
you don't earn money without work, you've got to graft it.
David is taking a selling back seat so far, with only three sales to his name.
Mark, however, is happy to grab all the limelight with his cheeky, chirpy chappiness.
Right, let me ask the boss.
Can you do that for £25? No! No, he didn't want to know.
Shall we dance?
See you, David! I think I've pulled!
Go on, buy it and I'll dance with you again.
A bit of bubble wrap.
You're going to spend all evening popping this, aren't you?
And his gift of the gab is getting results.
Any chance of coming over for a roast dinner tonight? £25, come on, I've made you laugh.
There's a £10 deposit.
What's this, £10 deposit?
The silver tongued charmer has made over £30 profit with his motor mouth skills.
Devilish needs to get his selling skates on
if he wants to take on the mighty man of many words.
Oh, lovely, lovely stuff.
In nearly two hours, he's just sold one contemporary wine rack for just under £7 profit.
This is my old mate, Brad the antique dealer.
David's amongst his own, but can he talk their language?
-Can't give you £50.
-How much will you give me?
Give it to me. You're an absolute star.
-This is why I love antique dealers because when they know a good deal, they just buy it.
-They buy them.
-And he makes nearly 300% profit on this 50s novelty toast rack.
Every pound counts.
-Have you got change for £50?
-Not bad for an outlay of just over a £1.
You've got to make your own toast.
It's around noon in our market today, so it's time to find out which dealer's
buttering up the buyers nicely, and which dealer is subsisting on crumbs.
Franksy has taken £285 so far
and needs to make just over £490 to break even.
The Put Your Money games master is refunding just under £19 as
one of his figurines is broken in transit through no fault of his own.
David is slightly behind, selling £179 of items
and must make just over £420 to break even.
In the biggest challenge of their dealing lives,
Mark and David have just 48 hours to buy and sell an entire stall worth of antiques.
Mark is marginally ahead in this fantastic face off
but time will tell which of our boys will be the better dealer.
Mark has managed to move another of his ceramic lovelies at a slight loss, but he seems happy enough.
Another one of the ladies has gone, that leaves me three.
So, slowly, slowly...
Wasp, I'm catching monkeys.
-David's got some interest in the star of his show.
-You're killing me.
You're a dealer and I love you, well done.
I can't believe what a rubbish profit, but it's been a delight meeting you.
It's more profit for dealing Dave's cash tin.
Wonderful, I've never been so excited about making under £20 in my whole life
but a relief, a real relief.
Still high from his last sale, he's asking Lady Luck to help him land another.
Go on, then. Do I call or do you call?
-£55 or £60.
-Let's go for it. You call.
-And it looks like she's heard his plea.
-Good man. Thank you very much.
Wunderbar! And you can have your 10p back, it's an unlucky one.
That beautiful tea caddy has gone.
Oh, he's not here. Oh, Mark, what a shame, you've had punters.
I've been selling, you're not here, where are you.
Mark's back in business and like any good dealer, he's spinning a negative as a positive.
It's about turn of the century, about 100 years old, and if you look at the top
I haven't even cleaned it.
It might need a bit of a dust, but the £25 in Mark's back pocket is clean enough.
£25, go on take it away, give us your money.
What a terrible man you are.
You've had a bargain there, you know that, don't you?
You've got the fattest wallet of anyone here.
Well, I was right about one thing.
Big lumps of furniture don't sell too well on a Sunday with Joe public everywhere.
But a dealer's just come up to me and offered me £60 for this bench.
I bought it in a parcel. I reckoned it about £100 in the parcel so, I've actually took a loss.
But it takes a brave man to take a loss, but it's gone, it's sold.
Cash is in my pocket so, let's carry on selling.
Not good news, but the sale of these three framed military photographs cheer Mark up a little.
£45, that's £15 each.
-That's for nothing and I've turned down £20s today.
-£45 is all right.
Deal. Good stuff.
Thank you very much.
We're now a solid six hours into the sale and the market is experiencing something of a post lunch slump.
So, where are you then? How much have you got?
£410, I think.
£410, I've got about £445, I can't believe it, it's very close.
Five past two, just under two hours to go.
What have you got, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, £7.5, £8 something.
OK this David's checked this buyers got available funds now what can he sell him.
How about vintage retro magazine rack.
Whatever you've got there you can have that for, what do you say?
Are you on for it?
-I'll give you a fiver for it.
-OK, for goodness sake, give me a fiver.
So, things are going all bargain basement for our dealing duo.
So, everything absolutely rock bottom. It's all got to go.
Devilish is busy weaving a deal for his novelty item.
I'd never seen one like it in my life and I genuinely didn't know what it was but it's a paper roller.
-But you could use it for tin foil in the kitchen.
-If you say so, David.
He might not have a clue about what he's selling, but he can tell one end of a tenner from another.
£30 it's a chancy thing.
Solid, oak handle.
£30, go on.
Good man. Thank you very much.
Looks like Franksy has regained his previous selling form.
He's literally pounced on a passer-by and bagged himself £5 profit.
I saw a bloke walking through here, he had a silver topped decanter I said, "Do you want to buy these,
"£100, no, £90 no, give me £60." He shook hands at £70.
And I'm watching David take losses so I think I need to catch up a bit.
You can say that again, Devilish Dave is losing money all over the shop.
Nearly £10 loss on the sale of his barometer.
£35 lovely. Thank you very much. I've made another loss!
Over £7 loss on the wooden calendar.
There we go, I'm selling for less than cost yet again.
I am going to do anything to off load this gear.
So, I'm going to keep on going.
And nearly £14 loss on his tray.
-What's the bid?
-£45. I've lost money but you can have it. Well, done, thank you very much.
I wonder if I'll be able to pay the mortgage, don't think so.
we're on the home straight at today's sale and either dealer could take today's prize.
Mark is getting busy selling his porcelain ladies.
Can I have a sweet? what have we got
He gets £10 for this silver swathed figure.
Right, thank you, ladies.
And a free toffee.
£20 for the pair of Victorian conch figures.
All right here we go, £20 the lot, yes, or no?
-Of course you will.
And a further two figurines go for £25.
Devilish still has his two pet pooches on his stall, but not for long.
-I want to buy the dog. How much can you give me? £10.
-£10, can you make it £12?
No, I have only £10.
Give me the £10, thank you very much, and give me a kiss.
-Say bye to the other dog.
-They've been together for 50 years.
Well, he's broken even on that doggie deal.
Almost got my money back on one, just need to sell the other.
And now he's looking to shift the other.
What kind of things are you looking for? Dog here a tenner.
-Good man. Shake my hand.
Thank you very much.
Yes, David's the best in show.
Right, so that's now the two dogs done, £20.
That's actually a very good profit because I paid £10 for the two plus the commission,
so in percentage terms it's a great return.
The sale is in its dying embers.
Mark's got a few items left to shift and David has just three items left.
Can he clear his stall?
Mark makes a last minute selling attempt.
Definitely British there.
-Fiver the pair.
I'll leave that there and go and get you a fiver.
You can take them with you, go on, I'll trust you.
Bingo, he's moved those pair of framed photos and this candy stripe vintage deck chair.
Little bits left, gone another fiver.
Just before the final whistle blows, a fellow dealer wanders over.
I've got three things left and I can guarantee you'll make a profit on them.
David's moving in for the kill.
£8 for the two pictures.
-And then the kitchen scales.
-Some people are on the pitch.
If I take the lot, how much.
They think it's all over.
-Go on then, give us a kiss.
-It is now!
-Another trade sale.
Yes, I love dealers.
£15, I am out, sold out.
No more goods, thank you very much. Yes!
Franksy, eat your heart out.
Hard work, don't want to do it again.
Hat off to David, and may the best man win.
Both Mark Franks and David Harper were allowed to spend up to £1,000
of their own money on the ultimate showdown.
Mark spent just over £750 on 36 items
plus just over £26 dressing his stall.
David, on the other hand, spent just under £600 including auction fees.
Both our experts have worked their socks off in today's buying and selling challenge,
with any profits made going to their chosen good causes.
It's now time for us to reveal just how well Mark and David have done.
I can't believe it, this is the last time Mark Franks.
I thought it was mission impossible.
I don't know that they understood what I'd bought, really, they all seemed a little bit confused.
It wasn't the stall, Mark, was it?
I heard plenty of comments, none of which were complimentary.
Mine were all positive. Shall we see how we've done? Three, two, one.
What about that, you made a profit, I made a small loss.
A little profit and a little loss.
So, it's victory for David Harper today but our experts have been battling against each other
to make the most profit over a week of challenges.
So, let's find out who is this week's Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is champion.
Three, two, one.
Not bad at all, a bit better than me.
Well, I got you Mark, however it has been a very enjoyable journey and experience.
A lot of hard work, well done, congratulations.
-And as you've raised so much money you can get your hand in your own pocket,
for the first time ever, and buy me a drink.
Drinks are on me.
So, it's an overall victory for Devilish David.
Despite Mark making a loss today both our experts have made good profits
and every penny they've made will go to their chosen charities.
Just over £1,500 will be going to the Great North Air Ambulance who do an amazing job
of getting critically injured people to hospital in a very short space of time.
I want my money to go to the Scout Association.
The Scouts, in my opinion, give very good moral standings and experiences to the youth of today.
Well, after a week of no holds barred combat,
both our experts have put their money where their mouths are
and have proved they can make a profit from antiques where their own money is on the line.
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Antiques experts Mark Franks and David Harper embark on the final 48-hour battle to discover who can raise the most cash buying and selling at a Worcestershire collectors' fair. All profits generated are donated to charity, and the winning expert is crowned the Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is overall weekly champion.