Charlie Ross vs Paul Hayes: Auction Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

'This is the show that pitches the country's favourite antiques experts

'against each other in a battle for profit,

'and gives you an inside view on the secrets of the trade.

'Coming up, our dealers let you in on the keys to success at auction.'

The secret is don't lose your concentration.

'They show you the tricks they'll play to gain an advantage.'

-It's horrible, Charlie.

-Is it English or French?

-It's horrible!

'And how to get more from a deal than you ever expected.'

-I was going to ask you 150!

-Oh, God!

'Today's clash pitches two dealing dandies against one another.

'They'll be wheeling and dealing to see who makes the biggest profit

'from buying and selling antiques.

'This is going to be a battle between north and south.

'The suave, smooth-talking charmer from the home counties...'

If I sell it for three times that, I'll take you out to dinner.

'..versus Lancashire's blue-eyed boy.'

Chin up!

'They'll risk their reputations and their hard-earned cash

'as they attempt to out-fox each other with their dealing daring-do.

'Today's battleground is Sworder's auction house in rural Essex,

'where 500 weird and wonderful lots are about to go under the hammer.

'They've up to £1,000 of their own money to spend.

'Their mission over a week - to make the most profit to go to charity.

'In today's clash of the dealers, there can only be one winner.

'Charlie Ross and Paul Hayes,

'it's time to put your money where your mouth is.'

Well, here we are, Stansted, Mountfitchet. The sun is nearly out.

-And I have got £1,000 in my pocket, burning a huge hole.

-Snap!

-It's taken a long time to save up.

-What are you going to spend it on?

-Porcelain, a bit of silver - nice small items, I think.

-Really?

I'm going to buy some great big whacking bits of furniture.

-If it doesn't go in your pocket, don't buy it!

-You're lazy.

-No.

Shift three wardrobes and you've done yourself an injury.

'It's all very jovial, but don't be fooled.

'Once our gladiators enter the auction arena, the gloves are off.'

After you.

'The first thing our seasoned pros want to do is to have a thorough search through the lots.

'They dream of finding hidden treasures, known as sleepers -

'high-worth items that no-one else has spotted.

'But if you get it wrong,

'you could end up with serious egg on your face.'

Every time I think I've found a sleeper, everybody else has found it

or I make a mistake.

I remember buying a long-case clock thinking, "This is so reasonable. £50!" Nobody else bidding!

One or two people smiling.

I paid for it, slid the hood off,

and it had a battery movement.

'Let's hope you're well past making mistakes like those, Charlie, old bean.

'The Man from Morecambe is rifling through the lots,

'aware that victory hinges

'on hunting down the most profitable pieces.

'He's focused on his strategy of buying porcelain.'

There's one great porcelain factory out of the north of Ireland.

This was made in Fermanagh, and it was quite a private industry.

They came up with this wonderful paste.

It's almost like an oyster shell decoration.

Their inspiration was from organic forms and things found by the sea.

You get seashells.

You get sea horses.

A tip - look for the black back stamp.

The green stuff is the more modern.

That little lot must be 100 quid there.

That's definitely one to look for.

'Across the room, Charlie's homed in on a bizarre mixed lot,

'which includes a birdcage, a gramophone and an old mangle.

'It's hardly furniture, but it's set that charming pulse a-racing.'

This is SENSATIONAL!

A Victorian doll's Bath chair.

What I really like is the age. I love the original condition.

Also, I'm not certain I've ever seen anything quite like this before.

It's rather quaint. The more I look at it, the more wacky I find it.

£50 to £100? It's not REALLY furniture, is it?

But it's more furniture than a cup and saucer,

so we'll swing that one.

'Well, the Charmer's fallen for a Victorian relic

'that's gathered a century of dust - each to their own!

'The tea ware shelves are like a candy shop for his opposition.

'Paul homes in on some pre-Victorian silver.'

Isn't that fantastic quality?

Beautiful, beautiful.

This is a lovely Sheffield plate 1820, 1830 tea set.

Shell and rococo gadrooned. Look at that little butterfly!

'The Sheffield plate tea set has an estimate of £100 to £200.

'Now the auction is about to start.

'Our boys have viewed the lots and picked out their favourites for profit potential.'

We start with lot 1...

'Guy is our auctioneer, renowned for his no-nonsense approach.'

Going to be a long day. Any bids?

'One of Paul's targets is about to come up - the Belleek porcelain.'

Belleek tea ware is lot three. 30? 20? 20 I'm bid...

-There they are, 20 quid.

-..Two anywhere...?

-Must be!

'What's this? Charlie's jumped in!'

-It's well worth that.

-..Selling on the Belleek...

'Paul is known for his good manners,

'but it looks like he's handing his opponent the Belleek on a plate.'

-It is modern, you know.

-Yeah.

-..At 45.

-Well done. 48. Sold at 48.

-It IS modern.

-Sorry about that.

-I'll give you £60 for it now!

'The blue-eyed boy gets there with a daring last-second bid.

'He snatches the porcelain from the Charmer's grasp

'and even apologises for doing so.

'Cost, just over £59, with saleroom fees and tax thrown in.

'Remember, our duelling dealers are risking their own money.

'The stakes get higher with every buy.

'Another of Paul's targets comes up - the Sheffield tea set.'

Electroplated tea set, lot 25...

'Just look at the way the Charmer's eyeing his rival. What's he up to?'

-..110...

-Oh, you swine!

'Charlie's barged in!'

..150. 160.

-170...

-'And there's another bidder.'

-No. It's too much for me.

-..170. Lady in the room. 180...

'Look at Charlie. He's loving this!'

..190? Selling at £180...

-Sold and away.

-Oh, that's a lot of money!

-Sounds like a lot of money to me.

-Thank you very much(!)

'Even Guy thinks our boy paid a lot!

'He's blown more than a quarter of his money.

'This could be auction fever,

'when bidders get carried away and go way over their spending limit.

'And Paul might not be the only one affected.'

My Victorian doll's Bath chair is getting closer!

'There's no estimate for the mixed lot,

'but he doesn't want to pay more than £100, top whack.'

Lot 98, Victorian doll's Bath chair and the other items.

-80, I'm bid. Five anywhere? Five.

-He's bid 80 already.

90. Five. 100. 110.

-120. 130...

-'That's scuppered that plan, then!'

..£140 I'm bid. In the centre at 140. 150.

-Oh, no!

-Stop pulling faces. Just bid.

'Guy doesn't mince his words.'

..170.

180.

£180... Sold at 180.

That's typical "getting carried away in an auction".

'Too right, Charlie, old bean!

'That's over a fifth of your money gone on your first buy!

'Guy the auctioneer has this sale gathering speed like an express train.

'And he's got no intention of applying the brakes.'

80. Five. 90...

'Punters and experts have to have their wits about them.

'If you spot something, you've got to be as fast as lighting.'

An interesting bit of miniature furniture over there.

An escritoire. They've called it a secretaire, escritoire.

I imagine it's not the quality to be fitted inside.

If it made £30 or £40, I'd buy it.

'Charlie also spots profit in an Edwardian dome-topped mantel clock

'that's up next.

'Auction estimate £100 to £150.'

The bid at 120...

Thank you, sir.

'Charlie bagged the clock for...

'He's in high spirits and can't resist a gander at his purchase.'

195, miniature secretaire...

Ooh, gosh! I was about to talk about the clock!

'Come on, Charlie! Keep your wits about you!'

18. 20. I'm selling it, giving it away...

22. Five. Eight. 30. Two?

'Charlie's out! That'll have to be the one that got away.'

The secret is don't lose your concentration.

I've already missed one lot.

That clock's going well worth the money, and I was thinking about something else.

'With Charlie's focus straying,

'the Man from Morecambe is straight in to seize the advantage.'

60. Five. 70. Five...

'In his sights, a pair of miniature portraits, one 18th century,

'the other Edwardian - auction estimate, £60 to £100.'

Fingers crossed. It's noisy in here, so, hopefully, people might miss this one.

20 I'm bid. Five. 30. Five.

40. Five. 50. Five. 60...

-'Well, he's nodding away merrily.'

-..80. Five.

90. Five. 100. And ten.

110. A bit more than I wanted... Go on. I need to buy something.

-150...

-150. That's my last bid. I'm going to buy it, I think.

'Blimey, Paul! That's twice as much as you wanted to pay.'

'Auction fever strikes again and it seems that both our dealers have caught the bug.

'After starting each with £1,000 of their own money,

'Paul has bought three lots and spent almost half his budget.'

'Charlie has bought two lots.'

'This great battle is only just beginning.'

'Charlie and Paul's challenge is to buy antiques at auction,

'then sell their pieces to see who can make the most profit.

'Our dynamic duo rifled through the lots to see which items might yield the biggest profit

'and which items they should bid on.

'Charlie's trying to stick to his strategy of buying furniture.

'He's seen a mirror that looks Georgian, but this pro knows better.'

We'll probably find it's a late 19th or early 20th-century...mirror.

It is. You can see the strengthening bars.

It's been broken a couple of times, but it appears to be all there.

£60 to £80.

I'd pay £60 to £80 for that.

'In the fevered hubbub of the auction,

'the Man from Morecambe is ready to gamble more of his cash.

'He's set his sights on a pocket-sized lead plaque.'

I'm listening out for 216, which is the next lot.

Which is made from the Temple Bar... I'll tell you in a second.

I'm getting excited! I can't get me words out!

'Deep breaths, Paul, cos we're off.'

Commemorative lead plaque from the Temple Bar.

60. Five.

-70. Five. 80. Five.

-Yes, 85.

-90. Selling...

-90, here we go. Nobody else, please.

For £90.

'He's got it. The lead plaque cost just over £111, with the premium.'

Let me show you what I just bought.

It's called the Temple Bar. Come this way.

'Meanwhile, Charlie's bidding on a set of BSA motorcycle tools.'

Selling at 18...

'It doesn't fit with his strategy,

'but the Charmer has snapped up another purchase for...

'Flushed with success, Paul is admiring his lead plaque.'

-Made from the Temple Bar. See that?

-No. Did you buy it?

-Yes.

Isn't that a wonderful thing?

Made from the lead roof that came off the Temple Bar monument.

Erected 1672, demolished in 1878, and they made that.

I read it in the catalogue. It was the first thing I was going to look at and I walked straight past.

I thought anybody that's in the legal profession. Give it a polish.

Trawl that round the courts. A great thing.

Too much money, but a great thing.

-Everything's too much money with you. You're buying the round next!

-'Charlie, you rotter!'

I don't think that's too much money. I think that's a damn good buy.

Because judges have got lots of money, and it's got such history!

I DID spot it in the catalogue and did I walk straight past it?

I'm such a plonker! I think he's better than I am.

'Don't beat yourself up, Charlie! Onwards and upwards.

'It seems both our duelling dealers

'have been playing more mind games than they've been letting on.

'Paul never said furniture was in his strategy,

'but Charlie caught him eyeing up an Edwardian card table.'

"I'm not going to buy anything that won't go in my pocket!"

-You've been caught out!

-You've rumbled me.

You swine! I quite like that little envelope table.

-It's horrible.

-Is it English or French?

-It's horrible.

There's a French escutcheon.

In the back, there's a bag of sovereigns. Keep that to yourself.

He does talk a load of nonsense! He wants to buy this!

On the other hand, so do I.

'Ooh, the plot thickens, as our crafty pair fight for the advantage.

'Speaking of crafty, looks like the Charmer's happy to go off strategy

'if he spots something that screams profit.'

A teddy bear by the most famous maker, Steiff.

Some people call is "Shteef". There's the button!

I can hear old Paul saying, "It's not furniture, is it?"

Not everything can be furniture.

'Whatever it takes, Charlie. You press on.

'The Man from Morecambe hasn't abandoned his strategy, though.

'He's just spotted a piece that's well and truly pocket-sized.'

Look at that! What a beauty! This is a gentleman's pocket watch.

It would sit on his albert chain on his waistcoat.

It's a demi-hunter or a half-hunter.

This aperture would allow you to take it out of your pocket

and tell the time without revealing the delicate insides,

to protect it from damage and so on.

If I press this button on the top... It's a screw wind, 1910, 1900.

It says 9, which is 9-carat.

Then, more importantly, what I'm looking for is the maker.

It's Rolex, a very important maker, so that really increases the value.

I'm going to set a budget of 350.

If it goes for less, I'll have it. I think that's a beautiful watch.

'The auction estimate is £200 to £400,

'a mighty chunk out of Paul's £1,000 budget.

'And he's not the only one who's clocked it.'

It's not an item, really, that's likely to show a profit.

It's too much of an obvious item.

I think I'm wasting my time here.

'The watch is all yours to go for, Paul, but beware,

'your opponent doesn't think there's any profit to be had from it.

'Back in the saleroom, the auction is speeding along.'

Five. 30...

'The Man from Morecambe is steeling himself to take a 9-carat gamble.

'He's got his heart set on that gold pocket watch

'and is prepared to pay up to 350 smackers.'

I start the bidding at £300. I'll take 20. Anywhere?

'£300 is a mightily high starting price.

'Before our blue-eyed boy knows what's hit him, the bidding races past his £350 maximum.'

380. Keep going. At 380.

Commission bid.

400, if you want it?

'Oh! And Paul's jumped in!'

For £420...

One more. One more.

-'This is way past Paul's cut-off!'

-440. 460.

-No, it's gone.

'Charlie's gone from shock to delight.

'And Guy is still piling on the pressure.'

-480 to bid?

-480? No, that's 500!

-Selling at 460. 480?

-Go on. One more.

-Good man.

'Oh, my goodness!'

I admire a man with a weak will! It's yours!

-BANGS GAVEL

-480!

'Well might Charlie joke.

'With a hefty auction premium on top, the watch cost Paul...

'..instantly taking him £171 over his £1,000 spending limit.

'A dazed Mr Hayes exits for a breath of fresh air.'

That's the secret - not to get carried away with saleroom fever.

Guy's a fantastic auctioneer.

He pushed me over a little bit more than I was expecting to pay.

It needs a little bit of restoration.

It's THE name in watches, and I think I bought the best item here.

'Time will tell, Paul, but first things first.

'By going £171 over your budget limit of £1,000,

'you have broken the rules.

'Oh, dear!

'With Charlie's agreement,

'Paul decides to drop the miniature portraits he bought for £185,

'bringing his total spend back down to just under £986.'

'The Man from Morecambe is now spent up and out of the buying.

'The Charmer has an opponent-free run of the auction and around £600 to spend.'

Selling at £20. All done at 20...?

'Charlie's 1950s Steiff teddy bear is up next.

'Auction estimate £100 to £200.'

-£90 is bid...

-'The Charmer's straight in there.'

..All done at £95? BANGS GAVEL

'The half-century-old teddy cost Charlie...'

'In the space of just ten minutes, Charlie goes on a buying bonanza,

'spending over £200 on three lots.

'A 19th-century occasional table for...

'..the mahogany wall mirror he spotted earlier for...

'..and a Victorian bamboo whatnot for...

'Paul can only watch on, as charming Charlie hoovers up the bargains,

'including the card table both of them were eyeing up.'

Are we all done and finished at 200?

'Ooh! That's gotta hurt!'

He's a dark horse, that one!

200 quid?

'After paying £247, including auction extras,

'Charlie's counting on the card table for serious profit.

'Now today's auction is finished.

'Charlie and Paul started out with £1,000 of their own money...'

'After sacrificing a purchase to correct his overspend,

'the Man from Morecambe's final outlay is...

'As they exit the field of battle, Charlie and Paul

'seize the chance to crow about their buys.'

-Charlie, was that part of your strategy, to buy a pram?

-No.

-It's the first thing I saw.

-Really?

-I thought it was just fabulous.

-What will you do with it?

-Sell it!

-BOTH LAUGH

'Charlie wants to see the watch that cost Paul an arm and a leg.'

Ah! I had a look at this. I assumed I couldn't afford it.

It took a man of immense wealth.

-It's about 600 quid.

-It's a lot of money, isn't it?

-If I win the Pools before you've sold this, I'll buy it!

-Right.

-We'll see. Can I have a lift?

-Do you want a ride?

-Why not?

'Now Charlie and Paul must try to make

'as much profit as they can,

'and it will all be going to the charities of their choice.

'As well as his watch, Paul will be selling a collection of Belleek,

'an electroplated three-piece tea set

'and a lead plaque commemorating the Temple Bar monument.

'As well as the items in his Victorian dolls chair lot,

'Charlie will be selling an Edwardian dome-top mantel clock,

'some motorcycle tools,

'a 1950s Steiff teddy bear,

'a 19th-century occasional table,

'a mahogany fret-framed wall mirror,

'a Victorian bamboo corner whatnot

'and an Edwardian envelope card table.'

'Charlie and Paul will be making every effort to sell their items,

'putting deals together by phone and e-mail.

'But until the money's changed hands, no deal is truly sealed.

'With only four purchases in his selling arsenal,

'Paul is under tremendous pressure to make as much as possible

'from every sale if he wants to win today's challenge.

'As soon as he returns to the bracing elements of Morecambe,

'he's primed for battle.'

Charlie Ross, I'm coming to get you!

'In the heart of rural Oxfordshire, things are more laid-back,

'as the Ross household arise to another sun-kissed morning.'

I'm off to see the Skipper, aka John Deeley.

-I'm going to sell him the table.

-Well, give him a big kiss from me.

Have a good day. Bye, darling.

'But don't be fooled by the chirpy cheer.

'Charlie is no wallflower when it comes to making profits.

'A local farmer is about to feel the force of the Charlie Ross charm offensive.'

-Skipper! Good morning to you. How are you?

-Very good.

-Did your face light up when you saw this?

-Yes. What have we got today?

Another party piece!

What we're going to do is most probably replace this one.

-What about doing a deal, Skipper?

-Ah.

I was looking on the internet and I was thinking

on a catalogue it would be 395, 425, something like that?

-So...

-We're having tough times on the farm these days.

-I think lower.

-You farmers!

-What would you be happy to pay?

-A couple of hundred.

-A couple of hundred quid?

-Yes.

-I'll take it!

Skipper, I know you well enough to say this. I was going to ask 150.

Oh, God! I never win.

'Charlie is delighted. He's got both guns blazing on his old school chum.

'His 19th-century table purchased for £56 more than doubles its money.

'Up north, Paul is thinking through the tactics of his campaign.

'He has to squeeze every last penny out of his four lots

'if he's to have any chance of beating his rival.

'First up is the electroplated tea set with its butterfly design.

'Paul has applied his immense local knowledge to find a buyer.

'He's headed for the butterfly house in Williamson Park.

'He's hoping his selling campaign will take flight.'

Sharon, I feel like I'm on me holidays. I've never seen so many butterflies.

# Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh... #

'Paul's selling strategy is simple but risky.

'Unlike selling to another dealer based on an item's profit potential,

'he's going directly to the person known in the trade as the "end user" -

'Sharon, manager of the butterfly house.

'This is where the most profit can be made,

'but only if your buyer actually likes what you're offering.'

-Just have a look at that. Can you see what I'm on about?

-Yes.

-Fantastic.

-Isn't it beautiful?

-Can you see the connection there?

-I can.

-Is it your cup of tea?

-It is!

'Strike one to Paul.

'The lady likes his pot, but will his gamble pay off?

'Charlie chose the safer path to profit by selling his Steiff bear

'to a specialist dealer and made a small profit of...

'This is Mr Morecambe's first chance to gain the upper hand today.

'He's got to make as much profit as he possibly can.'

If I asked £275, how does that sound?

I...I think we could stretch to that.

That would be all right. That's fantastic.

'What? No haggle?

'Paul's high-risk strategy has delivered over £50 of profit.

'But if his buyer was that quick to agree,

'could our boy have missed a trick by not asking for a higher price?

'But both our mighty warriors are off to a cracking start.

'They're hunting down deals that will make dreams of victory

'a reality as, once again, they hit the road.'

'First to make a potentially profitable pit-stop is Charlie,

'who's dropping in on an antiques dealer contact of his - go get 'em, Charmer!'

The thing about envelope tables is people don't know how to open them.

A little twist. One piece lifts up slightly, and you open it easily.

No damage to the middle.

-Had a bit of a nibble.

-Need a new bit of baize in there.

What will you do? Keep the edge?

That's a very nice feature.

To have that done is expensive.

So we can keep that and replace the centre.

'It's like watching a master at work.

'Charlie has got this fellow dealer to think about what he'll do with the item after he's bought it.

'A cunning tactic, but will it work?'

-£400, I'd like for it.

-330?

-340?

-Could you go to 350?

Yeah. I'm splitting hairs if I don't. Yes.

I'm really happy with that and I know you'll do the right work on it.

I hope you get a decent price for it.

'A great result for the Charmer. A cool £103 profit in the bank.

'He's burning rubber now!

'Mr Morecambe has pulled up in London

'with the aim of selling his Temple Bar plaque.

'He's arranged to meet Peter,

'a collector of historical and architectural memorabilia.

'Where better to attempt the deal than at the Temple Bar itself?'

It's only been here since 2004.

It was built originally by Christopher Wren,

as one of the seven gates of London, and positioned in Fleet Street.

You've got horse-drawn buses and carts all trying to get through this gate.

The Corporation of London decided it would have to be moved.

They gave it to Sir Henry Meux of Theobald's Park in Hertfordshire

on the understanding that he would rebuild it at the entrance

to his grounds, and so he did.

For 100 years, that's where it stood.

Recently, the Temple Bar Trust repurchased the Bar

and transported back into London.

'Like Charlie, Paul's got his potential buyer on his favourite subject.

'Will it be enough to convince him to buy the plaque at a great price?

'With just two more items to sell, Paul's got to make this count,

'or the game may be up.

'Because Charlie has taken his BSA motorcycle tool kit to a friend

'who collects vintage motorcycles.'

If you say, "Charlie, these are worth ten quid,"

I've got nowhere else to go, Bob.

I thought, hopefully, they'd make 30 quid.

-I hate to see a grown man cry, so OK.

-Are you happy?

-Yeah.

You won't go to the pub and say, "Charlie took me to the cleaners"?

That'll make a damn good fishing weight, if nothing else!

'Charlie's made a nice little profit from that deal,

'but he's not about to rest on his laurels.

'Our old rock 'n' roller has got deals to get to.'

# Get your motor running

# Head out on the highway

-# Looking for adventure... #

-Catch me if you can, Hayes!

# ..Whatever comes our way... #

'Charlie is feeling confident, and it's hard to blame him.

'If Paul can't deliver a serious profit on this crucial sale,

'his dreams of victory will be shattered.

'What our blue-eyed boy needs is some luck, divine intervention,

'an omen, a sign.'

'No? Looks like you're on your own, then, Paul.'

I was hoping for around the 250 mark.

Well, let's say 200. That's a compromise.

Um... You couldn't go to 250?

-LAUGHS

-I'm trying my best.

-Go on, then.

'Oh, my word!

'Good work, Paul! He may be a gentleman, but when his back's against the wall,

'he pulls out the big guns and fires himself back into contention.

'With hopes of victory renewed,

'our hero heads into one of London's most renowned antiques centres.

'He doubles his money again when he sells his Belleek for £120.

'So far, Charlie has sold four items...

'Paul has sold three items...

'..but he's only got one more item left to sell.'

'It's the infamous gold pocket watch.

'Paul needs something pretty special to deny the Charmer victory.

'But Charlie's campaign is not without its problems.

'Our dapper dealer may have lost his way.'

Sharon the mirror lady? I can't believe Sharon the mirror lady is there.

Does anybody know Sharon the mirror lady?

Ah. Antiques.

Knock, knock.

-Sharon?

-Charlie Ross?

-It's me.

-Hello. Lovely to see you.

'Having just opened her first shop,

'Sharon is relatively new to the antiques game.

'Rather than take advantage, old-school gentleman Charlie is doling out some useful tips.'

I'll tell you a tip.

When you alter a price, take the label off, write the new price on

and rewrite it.

People love buying a pair of trousers reduced from 40 quid to 35.

-But not antiques.

-You know what it says?

"Haven't sold this, have they? Been here a while."

So, what I would do,

is put a different label on it.

'A top tip, but don't think Mr Ross has gone soft.

'The advice might have been free, but his mirror certainly isn't.'

I was hoping to try and get about 250 for it.

-Oh, no. I don't think 250.

-Try me. No?

I'll sell it to you for...

..£195, which just tweaks it below 200, and I won't take 190.

190 cash.

-HE LAUGHS

-I just said I wouldn't take 190.

190 cash.

-Do you want to go away and think?

-No, I don't. Give me a kiss.

Done!

'Well, the kiss alone was worth it,

'and the Charmer gets a solid profit of...

'Charlie's profits have been steady rather than incredible.

'Paul's bout of auction fever

'has left him needing a spectacular profit

'on his fourth and last item - one 19th-century gold pocket watch,

'purchased for a massive £590.

'He's arranged an appointment with a London dealer in vintage timepieces.

'Go get 'em, tiger!'

Look at that!

When I open the back up, those are the golden words - Rolex.

The truth is, what everybody's really looking for

is wrist watches by Rolex, especially this period.

1920s, '30s. It's a reasonably nice watch.

Unfortunately, the enamel around the dial is badly damaged.

It can be restored, but it's a question of money.

If that was mint, what would you be looking at?

Absolutely mint condition, like the day it was made, 1,500 to 2,500.

That's a massive amount of money.

'Paul's watch might need a little TLC,

'but he would only need to get close to £1,500

'to snatch a mighty victory from the jaws of defeat.'

-ROAR

-Do you mind?

'Charlie's combined lot of the Victorian doll's pram,

'gramophone, toy mangle and birdcage cost him just over £220.

'The next step in his campaign is to try and sell the doll's pram.

'He's gone to the man who bid against him, Alan, who owns a toy museum.

'The problem is,

'the only thing they agree on is their choice of trousers.'

-I would be happy to sell it to you for 200 quid.

-HOW much?

-You're...! 2....? No. No way.

-You bid more than that.

There were four items - a birdcage, a record player,

there was that and that.

-Look at the hood.

-A tatty old thing.

You've got holes in it, covered in dirt.

-You haven't even tarted it up.

-You wouldn't want me to.

-That's true.

-If I had started doing this up, you wouldn't have entertained it.

-No.

-You're right.

-We both know that.

If I put that in the toy museum,

I'm not going to get one extra person come because of the pram.

-I'll visit you.

-Cos you're a nice guy, I'd give you £100 for the two.

'With both Charlie and Paul locked in last-minute deals,

'today's challenge could go either way.

'Charlie spent nearly all of his £1,000,

'but with this sale up in the air, he's far from home and dry.

'Paul had to give up one of his purchases

'after going over-budget on his pocket watch.

'It's that watch that will decide who is the winner.

'All of the profit that Charlie and Paul have made will go to a charity of their choice.

'Without further ado, time to find out who has made the most cash,

'and who is today's Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is champion!'

-Hey, how are you doing?

-How are you, mate?

-Good.

-Why are you looking so chipper?

-I'm a little bit nervous.

I know auctions are your thing.

-They aren't yours.

-No, they're not.

-WATCH out! There's a loss about.

I was put firmly in my place with that pocket watch by you and other people.

-What happened to your silver, was it a tea service?

-Silver tea service.

-Probably the nicest I've ever seen.

-Good profit?

-Great profit.

-What?

Shall we find out? I'll give you a run for your money, I think.

-I know this is your game. Shall I call it?

-Yeah.

-Three, two, one...

CHARLIE LAUGHS

-Swine!

-I've given you such a drubbing!

-I'm going to buy you a sausage roll.

-Well done, mate.

'So, it's a victory for Charlie.

'Alas, Paul's watch did not perform quite as well as he'd hoped.'

I wouldn't go to any more than £600.

'That deal of £600 gives poor old Paul a profit of just...

'Even though Charlie failed to sell his doll's pram to the toy museum,

'he did sell him the child's mangle for £35.

'While he failed to sell his birdcage, his gramophone was sold to a collector in the United States.

'He found a buyer for his Victorian doll's pram also in the USA,

'netting him a total profit of...

'Charlie also sold his Edwardian clock in an auction.

'It made a profit of...

'He failed to find a buyer for his Victorian whatnot.

'It's been a sterling performance from today's champion,

'Charlie the Charmer Ross.'

I win. I win. I win.

I win. I win. I win. You lose. You lose. You lose.

You lose. You lose. You lose. Ha ha ha ha!

'Thank you, Charlie.

'As for Mr Morecambe, well, there's always next time.'

You win some and you lose some.

I've made some good money for my charity.

Charlie, you've won this battle,

-but you haven't won the war.

-'That's the spirit.'

'Paul's got the chance for revenge tomorrow, when he and Charlie lock horns at a car-boot sale.'

-Are you open to offers?

-I am.

-Even from rude men like me?

Charlie's fallen on hard times. I'm sure he was wearing that yesterday.

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