Eric Knowles v Paul Hayes - Car Boot Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

This is Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is,

the show that takes the titans of the antiques trade

and pitches them against each other

to see who can make the most money from buying and selling.

It's amazing. Truly amazing.

Today, veteran antiques maestro Eric 'Knocker' Knowles

takes on irrepressible young charmer Paul 'Mr Morecambe' Hayes

in an epic battle of wisdom and experience

versus youth and charm.

Coming up, there's fighting talk from the Man From Morecambe.

Today, I am the master of the car boot sale.

Eric, I'm going to give you a run for your money.

Worldly warhorse Knocker is knocked for six.

This is high-pressure selling here! I'm not a buyer, I'm a victim!

And our dealers will try anything to ride away with victory.

HE NEIGHS

This is Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is.

Today, it's the Clash of the Northerners,

as two heavyweight dealers battle to see

who can make the most profit from buying and selling antiques.

Lancashire's maestro, ceramic stallion...

..takes on the hungry young colt of all trades...

With decades of experience,

pot-lover Knocker is the undeniable antiques master.

He doesn't just know his subject, he wrote the book.

"Discovering Antiques: A Guide to the World of Antiques and Collectables

"by Eric Knowles"

is a must for the Man From Morecambe.

But he's up against an equally charming young apprentice,

with years of trading knowledge, and boyish good-looks to boot,

and who is itching to upstage his hero.

It's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it.

The sun is barely up at this car boot sale

near Colchester in Essex,

but with 400 stalls to plunder,

these great antiques warriors must hit the ground running.

They've each stumped up £250 of their own cash

and they're here to make as much profit as possible for their charities.

So, will it be the accomplished antiques veteran

or the charming young challenger who emerges victorious?

Eric Knowles and Paul Hayes, it's time to Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is.

Ay'up, Eric! Are you well?

Bearing in mind we're in Essex, just outside Colchester,

-I think it's more of "Y'all right?"

-"All right, geezer?"

-There's 40,000 feathers on a frush's froat.

-Is that a fact?!

You're a car-booter. That's what I want to know.

I've been to lots in my time. But they're great places.

You can find anything and everything at a car boot.

-What are you on the lookout for?

-Well, there's a rumour going round that I am quite musical.

I can play by ear, but it's starting to hurt!

But I'm looking for instruments, maybe some good records.

You're on a clear run there, because I know not a thing of those things.

As for me, my strategy is really simple.

At a car boot, if you see it and it's the right price,

you buy it right away,

because if you don't somebody else will snap it up.

-But have a good one.

-Good luck, mate. OK.

-All right.

And there they go, two dealers at the top of their game.

Don't be deceived by the friendly banter.

As they go powering round the aisles hunting out the best bargains,

they've both set their sights on absolute victory.

The young pretender is fully aware that he's up against the best in the business.

I grew up watching Eric.

I was inspired from the Roadshow and all the wonderful programmes,

all the things he's done in his lifetime's experience.

Really, in my eyes, he is the master.

But today, I'm the master of the car boot sale.

I'm going to give you a run for your money.

Yes, that's the spirit, Paul!

But Nemesis Knocker is drawing on decades of dealing experience

and honing his plans like a great sculpture.

So my strategy today is to look for anything that's ready to go.

Looking around a car boot, it is so diverse

that you're not sure whether you're going to go home

with maybe cricket pads... or 300 lamb chops.

Mr Knowles might be more at home in the upmarket auction houses of London

than amongst the bustling aisles of a boot fair,

but like a true profit predator, he's quickly adapting to the battleground.

Paul is firmly in his natural habitat

and he's the first of our pair to pounce on an antique certificate.

"This is to certify that John Gregg

"was a winner of a prize in 1848 of five pounds

"for bringing up six children,

"receiving eight shillings parochially."

-Isn't that nice? You got a certificate for having kids.

-Yes.

I've lost out all these years!

I'll have that for three quid.

Our Lancashire dad-of-three doesn't quite qualify for his own certificate,

but he's stormed ahead of Knocker with one buy to nil.

Zoom in for the moths!

-The moths!

-Here comes all the moths!

-I buy a round now and again.

-You like that one. That was good.

-That's a funny one, yes.

They all think they're funny! They're all like Chas and Dave!

Yes, there's nothing like a bit of old-fashioned North versus South stereotyping.

Now, Paul said he's on the hunt for all things musical.

Not a lot of people know this, but I'm the lead singer of a fantastic rock-and-roll band,

so I'm looking for period guitars, double basses, drum kits, that sort of thing.

Well, who'd have thought it?

The Man From Morecambe, mild-mannered dealer by day, real-life rock star by night!

And what every self-respecting rocker loves is a good guitar.

Now then, somebody knows quality when they see it. That's a beauty, isn't it?

-How much is your guitar?

-80.

-80? 80!

Er, I think it's a little bit expensive for me.

# Senorita

# Oh, I've got the Colchester blues #

Well, Paul passed on the guitar, but he got lost in the music.

Ladies and gentleman, Mr Paul Hayes, our resident rock'n'roller.

# Tonight

# I'm a rock'n'roll star #

He's got the music, he's got the moves

and he's even got the adoring fans.

Hey!

Oh, and look who's popped up to have a laugh.

I've heard of your talents as a musician,

I just wanted to pop by and just... Yes.

Do you know what we have to do?

-Sing the Eskimos national anthem. Do you know how that goes?

-No.

# Whale meat again #

-HE GROANS

-Yes!

Paul, I can assure you, the pleasure was all yours.

-I think it was!

-OK. Cheerio.

Well, the banter is flowing thick and fast between these two Lancashire lads.

The Man From Morecambe isn't going to be distracted

from hunting down all things musical.

My drummer has told me he's looking for a good drum kit. I've spotted one.

I'm going to find out and see if I can...

You've got a bass drum, two snare drums,

er, a smaller drum here, as well.

It's a fantastic set, it's in nice condition

and it's a good, recognised name.

Our resident rocker moves in for the kill.

-You can't see 70 quid?

-I can see 80.

-Can you see 80 quid?

-I can.

-Can you see me coming?

-I can see you coming!

-I can see 80 quid!

-HE LAUGHS

Go on, I'll have that! Smashing. Thank you very much!

But hang on. Our Morecambe muso is about to discover that this is no ordinary stallholder.

-Is it one of your old kit?

-It's one of my old kits.

-Are you a drummer?

-I am.

-Should I recognise you?

-In a rock'n'roll band.

It soon transpires that Paul's been talking to the original drummer

from legendary heavy metal band Iron Maiden.

# Can I play with madness? #

I still can't believe I met the original drummer from Iron Maiden at a car boot sale in Colchester!

How mad is that?

Our young pretender is rocking out with two items already in the bag.

Veteran campaigner Knocker is yet to strike

and he needs to get cracking.

Excuse me. I've always wanted to say this, but how much is your Canaletto?

A priceless 18th-century Canaletto at a boot fair?

That Canaletto is £6.

-£6! Does that include the frame?

-It includes the frame!

-That's good to know!

Will a fiver buy it?

-Yes, of course it will.

-OK, you're on. I'll have it.

First purchase of the day!

# Hallelujah! #

Our old master finally enters the ring,

nabbing a bargain copy of the work of another Old Master.

Let me assure you that this is straightforward. It is a print.

But I love Canaletto. Canaletto, for me, is almost a photographer from the 18th century.

He manages to get in the detail.

This is time travel in every sense of the word.

There is St Paul's. But just look at that skyline.

I can see that the frame needs a bit of treatment,

but for five pounds, you can't go wrong.

I may really hit the big time with this

and treble my money.

Knocker is ecstatic,

and with the bit between his teeth, he soon picks up a 1960s wicker chair for just £20.

Our resident rock star Paul has moved on from beats to bling.

This is a lovely old watch chain, used for a gentleman's pocketwatch, called an Albert chain.

It would've had, at one point, a pocketwatch on the bottom.

This is quite an elaborate example. The top would be solid gold,

which would be very valuable.

This one's gold plated, but for 20 quid it's a bargain.

I'll have that, mate. Cheers. Thank you very much.

It's an encore for the Morecambe musician who's right at home on this stage.

I'm not sure how Eric's doing, but I'm sure the car boot sale is not something he's familiar with.

I imagine him more being down the Mayfair antiques shops.

But that could give me an edge today. That'd be nice.

Yes, the young apprentice is gaining in confidence.

Could the master really be out of his depth?

# Your back's against the wall #

I'm about two-thirds of the way through and I've bought two items.

I'm going to whizz down and start all over again

and, hopefully, come across something I might've missed first time around.

What a shock role reversal. This boot fair is still in its early stages

and Knocker's usual supreme confidence is looking shaky.

But there's just no stopping his junior.

This is called a pastille burner.

The idea was that, Victorian homes didn't have inside plumbing

and they didn't have sanitation as we know it today,

so what they would do, they would light a pastille,

which was like a sweet-scented tablet,

and the fumes would come through the chimney

and that would add a nice scent to the room.

-What did you say it was?

-10 pounds.

-I'm not going to argue.

I think I'll have that. Thank you very much. There we go.

The sweet smell of success, I think there, Eric.

Our boy's on a roll

and quickly moves on to pick up 12 pieces of 1960s silver-handled cutlery for £40.

I sold some recently for £10 a handle.

So potentially, there's £120 worth there!

The young challenger is flying, with five buys in the bag already.

With only two items purchased, Knocker knows he's got to up his game.

Stand by. That famous Burnley charm is about to be unleashed

on some unsuspecting stallholders.

How much, ladies? How much?

-£8.

-£8. It's got a few scratches, which...

Is there any point me asking, because you know what day it is today?

It's Be Kind To Eric Day today.

-Can we do any better on that at all?

-Yes.

-Go on.

-Six.

Six. Six pounds. It's a buy. Thank you very much indeed.

For six pounds,

I'm, er, I'm happy.

And our Eric's made some stallholders happy, too.

What a legend! With the wind in his sails, pot-aholic Eric

can't resist a 1950s Scottish stoneware set for £40.

It's nice, stylish and it's quality and it's at the right price.

Yes, the Burnley Bruiser's back in the game.

With a swagger in his step, he's wrestling back his command of the aisles.

# Paying the cost to be the boss #

And the big boss is about to try and bag himself yet another pot!

Just in case you're wondering what I'm buying, I'm wondering myself,

it is a vase which would've been made in Stoke-On-Trent,

probably in about 1920, 1925.

It would've been nice if there was a pair of them.

But it's just nice and stylish, with a Japanese... I love the lanterns.

It's transfer-printed with a little bit of hand-painting on top of the transfer.

But it's a nice, stylish vase and I'm happy to pay £15.

Thank you very much indeed, sir.

That's another item nabbed.

Knocker even gets a useful reference book thrown in for free.

Our daring duo are neck and neck at five-buys all.

As we hit half time, the rock god and the pot god compare notes.

Well, Paul, it was an early start,

but the question is, you know, has the early bird caught the worm?

I've stuck to my guns today, all right, and I've bought the most fantastic drum kit.

-Right?

-Really?

Not only that, I've bought it off the original drummer from Iron Maiden!

-On a boot sale in Colchester!

-You're joking?

-Straight up.

-You're joking?

-Fantastic.

-I said, "Was it used on stage?" he said no.

-Ohh!

That would've been great provenance.

I've hardly spent any money.

Something that I didn't buy, but something I was actually given,

-and I was given it really to give to you.

-OK!

I said, "I'm not sure he needs it."

Then I thought again and I said, "No, he does actually."

It's a wonderful book. It's called Discovering Antiques, if I can show it to you.

-I see that.

-As you can see, it's been written by moi!

-Thank you, Eric. I'll treasure that. Will you sign it?

-Yes, for a fiver.

Yes, the master is determined to assert his authority.

But how are things playing out in reality?

Eric and Paul both started the day with £250 of their own money.

Paul has bought five items, spending a meaty £153.

That leaves him just £97 to spend.

Eric has also bought five items, but he's spent just £86,

leaving a hefty £164 in his kitty.

But will it be Mr Morecambe's extravagance

or Knocker's thriftiness that wins the day?

Our treasure-hunting trojans hurl themselves back into battle

with total abandon.

But our handsome young hopeful is getting a little distracted

by all the attention from his adoring public.

# I'm a woman's man No time to talk #

Thank you very much! Hey!

It's a tough job, guys, but somebody's got to do it.

And while the young buck struts his stuff,

the wily veteran is hard at work.

My plan for the rest of the day, erm, is to do a bit of sprinting,

to go back over the various stalls that I've already looked at,

just to make sure that nothing's slipped through the net.

While Knocker leaves no stone unturned,

his rock-star rival is having a brainwave.

# Can I play with madness? #

He's hot-footing it back to the ex-Iron Maiden drummer he bought the drum kit from earlier.

Will you do me a massive favour? Would you sign my drum?

By adding some visual provenance to the drum kit,

the profit-hungry predator is sure he's upped its profit potential.

Thanks a lot. All the best, mate.

Drum kit signed, our rock'n'roller is now ready to swoop on some more traditional antiques.

-The chairs are lovely.

-Yes, they are.

-Do you want them out of the way?

-Yes.

-You do.

-Can they be £50?

-No, they can't.

-Can they be £60?

-Yes, they can.

Go on, then, I shall have those, I think.

All right. OK.

-Those two pictures go with them.

-Are they thrown in?

-These are thrown in.

-That's very nice of you.

-1875.

-1875. There we are.

The Lancashire charmer pulls off yet another buy and gets two freebies thrown in.

Now then. Where else do you buy four late-Victorian

French walnut chairs for £60?

I think they're an absolute bargain.

They're a little bit wobbly, but they're more for decoration.

They are walnut. They've been stripped, reupholstered.

They're ready to be sold.

And he threw me in two oil paintings.

Mr Morecambe is riding high, but he'd better watch his back as Knocker is on the prowl

and he's homing in on exactly the same stall his nemesis just left.

Unsurprisingly, our resident pot-aholic is lured in by the porcelain.

-How many of these have you got?

-Six.

-Oh, I don't know!

Six, and one of those. And the price is so reasonable, you won't believe it!

You work as a team, you two. That's wonderful, the rapport!

What shall we charge him? £5.

-What, for the lot?

-For that lot.

These two look like a pretty determined selling duo.

You didn't look at that.

-Do I want this?

-Do you?

-Or do I want those?

They're working a pincer movement because they know I love ceramics.

-They're very nice.

-They're in his hand!

They're in his hand!

Knocker's up against it here!

I'm not a buyer, I'm a victim! It's another deal.

Eric succumbs! It's no wonder the vendors are celebrating.

Farewell!

Talk about high-pressure selling! But let me show you what I've got.

Right, one, two and three.

First of all, let's start with this.

This is a serving bowl that came with six smaller bowls.

Five pounds! Very happy.

I've got seven of these plates.

Again, an absolute bargain at £14.

And then these wonderful continental porcelain dessert plates.

12 for £20. Date-wise, probably round about 1870.

And there's no doubt about the date with this. 1937.

Made for the Coronation of King George VI.

For five pounds, that was an absolute steal.

What a haul. Nothing makes the porcelain prince happier than a pile of plates.

As we enter the final furlong of today's car boot steeple chase,

the stallholders are starting to pack away.

Paul is almost spent up,

but he spots a bargain French fountain pen to complete his haul.

Can that be a fiver, sir? End of the day.

Thank you. That's lovely. Nice to see you, mate.

I think that's fantastic.

The writing's on the wall for this one, I think!

Mm, but does that writing spell out "profit"?

It's the young pretender who's first over the finishing line.

But what of the master? Knocker still has a whopping £120 to spend.

With the boot sale fast disappearing around him,

he zooms in on a last-minute bargain.

I've just spotted a clock, which has caught my eye.

I've just been having a look at it.

It's got a nice bit of inlay in it, bit of stringing round there.

Date-wise, I think you're looking somewhere around about 1910.

It could be Edward VII or it could be George V.

What else have we got? Let's have a look at the mechanism.

Straightforward mechanism. It's got a...

CLOCK CHIMES So it does chime.

So at £35,

erm, it's a goer.

Bearing in mind that, er,

and no pun intended,

at the end of the day, time really is off the essence!

Yes, it certainly is! The field is emptying fast.

But in the closing minutes, our Burnley boy also swoops on a brass fender.

Seven pounds. Come here, give me your hand. You're on. Well done, you.

And with that, our Eric crosses the finishing line. But who's spent what?

Our boot-sale warriors arrived with £250 each in their pockets.

Paul bought just seven items,

but at £218, he splashed out nearly all his budget.

Eric bought more, an impressive 11 items,

but spent less - just £172.

Well, having given their all,

our heroes now snatch the chance to assess each other's weapons of war.

I went for crockery on a big scale!

Do you know, I think my last-minute buy,

or almost the last, was the clock.

The more I look at it, the more I like it.

It's got a nice Arts and Crafts feel.

It's difficult for me to say who's got the edge.

Well, no, it's not, really, because I think I have,

but I didn't want to make you feel too down there.

How often do you see a signed drum kit

from one of the most famous rock bands in the world?

That's a great selling item.

And a lovely set of French chairs. I might have the edge.

I think the upstart is learning from the master too quickly, I think!

-No, no, no. Listen, don't peak too soon, matey. Don't peak too soon.

-All right.

I think that, er,

-you've got an interesting selection.

-But good luck.

-Can you give me a hand with this -

-You don't mean that, Paul!

I know, I can tell from the vibrations coming through.

-I think it's this drum kit!

-THEY LAUGH

That brutal buying bonanza was just the first phase

for our two antiques gladiators.

Now it's all about selling their wares for maximum profit.

Back at their headquarters, our rivals raid their contacts book and hit the phones,

each doing everything in their power to gain the advantage.

But home in Buckinghamshire,

maestro Eric is surveying his haul with pride.

Here are my prize buys from the car boot.

Starting with some Scottish stoneware from the 1950s,

a vase with Japanese lanterns and geishas,

a glass vase, which is so 1960,

and then crockery, because I love pots.

A commemorative mug.

And I've also got my 1960s white-painted wicker chair.

Very stylish.

I've really hit the big time here. I am now a dealer in Canaletto paintings.

Well, print, to be precise.

And then my last purchase of the day. I think I'm going to do well with that clock.

I'm hoping that I'll more than treble my money on it.

I have to admit, I'm not quite as excited about the fender,

but it was very much a last-minute buy, a bit of an impulse buy.

I'm sure there's a profit in it,

as there is virtually, well, hopefully, everything I've bought!

Yes, our Eric is spoiling for a fight.

Up north in his beloved Morecambe,

the young challenger is bursting with enthusiasm.

We've got an original drum kit, 1970s, 1980s,

signed by a prominent drummer. That's got to be a good item.

This is a lovely set of French chairs. There's four of them.

A pair of paintings that came with them. I'm not sure what to do with those.

A set of 12 handles, which is good. These are solid silver.

An Albert chain, which goes on a gentleman's waistcoat.

A pastille burner, which is the one I like,

which is a wonderful little item from the late 19th century,

which added fragrance to the room. A bit like you, Mr Eric Knowles!

And my favourite out of this lot has to be this certificate.

It's from the Thanet Agricultural Association.

That's no longer around,

but I've managed to contact somebody that has a record of that particular society,

so I'll be interested to find out exactly what that was for.

And last but not least, a fountain pen.

Armed and dangerous,

both our heroes hurl themselves headlong into a frenzy of selling.

But remember, until they've shaken on it and the money has changed hands,

no deal is truly sealed.

Our Morecambe rock god is hoping to kick off his selling spree with the drum kit

brandishing the ex-Iron Maiden drummer's signature, which he purchased for £80.

He's invited another Eric, the drummer in his own band, to take a look at the kit.

I like the old kits.

-The mirror chrome's not in bad nick, actually.

-It's all right.

A few bumps and bruises.

The gentleman I bought it off was none other than

-the first drummer of Iron Maiden.

-Really?

So no wonder it's a bit battered!

He's signed it on the front here. That must add to the authenticity

and the ambience of the whole thing.

Does that improve matters or...?

It would if I knew who he was! I know now.

What would a new, good quality set like this set you back?

-About a grand.

-There you are.

-At least.

I'm not going to ask you that! I certainly won't ask any more!

No, I mean, really, I was hoping for about the £150 mark. Can you see anything in that?

With the work involved, I think about 130.

130. That's fine by me. That gives me a bit of profit. That's what it's all about.

-Shall we shake on that?

-Good.

-Can you give us a tune?

-A tune?

-I'd love to hear it. It hasn't been played for a long time.

-Can you get anything out of it?

-I'll get something.

-Good man!

There you are! That is a talent! I wish I could play like that!

Nicely done. Our Lancashire lad bangs out a £50 profit.

Business concluded, our rock god and drummer pal Eric

head off to a nearby Morecambe pub,

where their adoring public have gathered.

Could it be that, finally,

we're about to see our Paul reveal his rock star alter ego?

This is the most nerve-racking part of the evening.

We're about to go on stage.

The band are getting ready. You can feel the tension.

Half of Morecambe's come out to see us!

# Go, go

# Go, Johnny, go, go

# Go, Johnny, go

# Go, Johnny, go, go

# Go, Johnny, go, go

# Johnny B Goode #

-Oh, yeah!

-APPLAUSE

What a crowd-pleaser!

Drink your milk!

Now, Knocker is making his way to a hotel on the banks of Lake Windermere.

He's bringing his Arts and Crafts clock, purchased for £35,

to show Martin, one of the owners of the hotel.

What attracted me really was this stringing.

But the shape is slightly inventive.

I just know for a fact that when that has been given the treatment,

it'll transform into a gem.

-What sort of date do you think it is?

-1905.

-Right!

Maybe 1910.

-So about the same as the house.

-About the same.

-What do you think?

-It fits in with some of the stuff I've bought for the hotel.

We're trying to recreate an Arts-and-Crafts feel to the place.

How much is it?

Well, I was going to look for round about £150.

I'm... Listen... The sharp intake of breath there! Well practiced!

Listen, you come at me with a price and let's see where we go with this. It's a bit of fun.

100 quid?

It's "Be Kind To Martin Day". I'll do it for 110.

-OK.

-Is that all right?

-We'll do that.

-OK.

Eric kicks off his selling spree

with a cracking £75 profit on the clock.

Our hero's off and running, a master at the top of his game,

a man at one with the world around him

and a mighty profit-hunting warrior.

# Hey, babe Take a walk on the wild side #

And while Eric does something peculiar by Lake Windermere,

his rival is in Clitheroe.

He's brought his Albert chain, purchased for £20,

to watch and jewellery specialist Glen.

I think this one will be the end of the Victorian era,

so probably about 1900, this one.

If I was to ask £30 for that, could you see that?

-Would that give you any money?

-Er...

-I could go for that, Paul.

-Yes?

-Is that OK?

-Yes. Deal done.

-Shall we shake on that?

Excellent. Well done, mate.

-You're now in the chain gang!

-THEY LAUGH

A £10 profit and a second successful sale.

Back at home, Knocker is on the phone.

He's battling hard to inspire some interest in his Canaletto.

His target is none other than ex-MP Lembit Opik.

I just wanted to make sure that you might be around on Wednesday afternoon.

I thought about Lembit

because my Canaletto is a view that would be very familiar to him.

It's a view that's no more than half a mile further down the river, looking towards the city.

It's a view that he would've seen on a regular basis.

And... I was looking for an MP,

but a former MP's good enough in my book.

While Knocker waits to find out if lembit will agree to meet,

his ever-optimistic opponent is in sunny Stratford-Upon Avon.

He's bought the four French chairs he purchased for £60

to cafe owner Jan.

-What I love about your idea here, you've gone for a shabby chic.

-Yes.

-Is that something you set out to do?

-It is.

-Explain what you're trying to do.

Lots of different styles, but all the colours blend together.

And since it's a conservatory, we wanted the flower influence.

So that's what we've done.

These are French balloon back, walnut.

They're in almost mint condition,

although one has a little bit of damage. They're delicate.

Are they the sort of thing you would go for? Do you have anything similar?

I don't have anything similar. It could be fun.

I was looking for around 100 for the lot.

Well, I was hoping that we might be able to do it for around 75.

75.

You couldn't make it 80 quid? So 20 quid a chair.

-All right.

-Is that all right with you?

-I'm going to do it.

Shall we shake on that for £80?

Merci beaucoup.

Despite the dodgy French,

our smooth-talker bags himself a £20 profit.

And our lad takes some time out to reward himself for sale number three

with un petit peu de French fromage.

Not a bad life, being a dealer.

Now, we're halfway through this furious selling spree.

The Man From Morecambe is flying.

With three sales in the bag, he's already sitting on an £80 profit.

It's Knocker who has some catching up to do.

He's only managed to shift one item so far,

but he's made a £75 profit.

As this hard-fought battle surges into its final leg,

both contenders shift up a gear,

determined to take the number-one spot on the winner's podium.

There's good news for Eric. His rendezvous with Lembit is on.

He's elected to meet up at the Tate Modern Gallery

in Central London.

# I'm walking by the river

# Cos I'm meeting someone there Tonight #

Our veteran campaigner awaits his potential prey,

hoping that the stunning city landscape,

captured so beautifully in his print,

will inspire Lembit to part with some cash.

-Lembit, good to meet you.

-Sorry to keep you waiting. It's a big building!

-It is!

-What a place to meet, as well.

-It's amazing.

You're not a stranger to the Houses of Parliament.

-You were an MP for what?

-13 glorious years.

-So you know your London.

-I do. I've been living here for 14 years.

I think it's fair to say that the river's changed somewhat

over 200-and-odd years.

You've seen an image of my Canaletto.

A very poor image. I'm sure the real is better.

I promise you, it can only be better.

But, anyway, let's stick it like so, shall we?

Can we do that?

You see, for me, I love this artist.

For me, he's like the photographer of the 18th century.

-I quite like it. It's very attractive.

-I think so.

And look at all these Wren churches.

Amazing. It's incredible how influential that man was in shaping London,

and so much of it still remains. You can just see them dotted.

It's a snapshot in time.

It needs a bit of work on it,

but, to the best of my knowledge,

you cannot go out and buy this print today.

I'm looking to sell something like this

for around about the £60 mark.

Well, I'll be honest with you,

I do like the work itself more than I expected.

I dislike the frame a lot more than I expected. It looked better in the picture.

-Would you take 40?

-I tell you what, £42, it's yours.

Yes, Knocker secures a £37 profit.

After a slow start, he's now picking up the pace.

Next, our ceramics-obsessed champion heads to rural Kent,

hoping to get a sale for his three sets of plates,

which cost him £39.

He's looking to get a good price from his old friend,

B&B owner Mandy.

Round about £100 for the entire lot.

Would you go to 70?

Er, 70... I'm out of my comfort zone.

I tell you where I am in my comfort zone,

I am in my comfort zone at around about £80.

-Really?

-How does that feel?

-I think that feels pretty good.

-You do?

-I think that's really good.

-OK.

-I'd be really happy.

-OK.

It's a £41 profit on a plateful of porcelain prints.

In London, Mr Morecambe is on a high-security mission.

Right, here we are.

I've really drawn a blank trying to sell these silver handles that I bought at the car boot sale.

They cost me £40, so I need to get some money back for them.

But they're virtually unsalable. The condition is terrible. They're falling to bits.

They're worth more for the weight in silver as they are as an article.

What I've decided to do is weigh them in for their scrap value.

I can't take you with me, I'm afraid, because the place is very high security.

So I shall go and do my business and come back, hopefully, with some money.

I feel awful doing it, but there we go. Needs must.

Agent Hayes slips away.

This highly-trained expert will do anything for Queen, country and plenty of profit.

Half an hour later, our antiques expert returns.

Do you know what? I feel like I just sold my grandmother.

That's how it works. These were unsalable items.

Fascinating gentleman. Very pleasant how he did it.

He literally had to take everything apart. That's the handles gone.

He said he has to be really careful because there are lots of people faking hallmarks,

casting things, because the weight is so expensive.

We'll find out later how much money Paul's made from all his silver,

because opponent Knocker is also in the Big Smoke.

He's taking his Swinging '60s chair and glass vase,

-which, together, cost him £26...

-Wish me luck.

..to a vintage shop, in the hope that owner Carl will take a shine to them.

I don't mind admitting, when I bought that, I visualised a woman in it.

Now, that woman was wearing an itsy-bitsy teenie-weenie yellow polka-dot bikini!

-I've been to see my doctor, he's given me some tablets!

-Fantastic.

-But it shouts 1960s, don't you think?

-It does, definitely, Eric.

Well, I was hoping we might do about £30 on it.

We might not stretch quite to 30.

-What about 25?

-OK. Let's put that on one side.

I need to know where we go with this first.

-There's one very stylish glass vase.

-Nice Pontil.

-Yes.

-Come at me with a price for the two of them.

-For the two...

-What are you going to give me for that?

-25 for that.

-25.

-And 15 for this.

-25 for the chair.

-Yes.

-Yes.

15 for the vase. You've got yourself a deal.

That's £14 profit for Knocker.

Carl also took his stoneware set,

but he was only prepared to pay £25 for it,

leaving Eric with a loss of £15.

With three items left to shift,

our veteran has his work cut out.

The Man From Morecambe is still four sales from home.

But after some dedicated research, he's arranged to meet Susanna, the curator of a museum in Kent.

Well, I do like to be beside the seaside.

I'm in Margate, on the south-east coast.

I've come to try and sell this fantastic document.

I've come to meet a historian who works at the local museum.

She hasn't seen one as old as this.

I sent her an image and she's interested in having a look.

Bearing in mind, this now stands me at £4.19

because I spent £1.19 on a frame!

# Down to Margate!

# You can keep the Costa Brava I'm telling you, mate

# I'd rather have a day down Margate with all me family! #

Look at this! This is real seaside memorabilia.

Punch & Judy, the Bathing Belles... It's wonderful.

There's quite a lot of history here.

-Does it go back a long way?

-1736.

-Gosh!

This is a document that dates from the 19th century.

It's presented for the Isle of Thanet Agricultural Association.

-Have you ever come across that?

-I have heard of that. They were established in 1836.

-That's what it says here.

-By the Duchess of Kent and also John Powell Powell.

Well, there is a signature at the bottom. Is that him?

-It must be, yes.

-Who was he?

He was the second-largest landowner in Thanet.

He had many labourers and servants working for him,

so he wanted to find a way of rewarding them for their hard work.

There should be a name.

John Gregg was awarded five pounds for bringing up six children without receiving Parish Relief,

which was quite a feat, I can imagine, back then!

They are quite rare, especially to last in that condition.

I'm here to try and sell it.

You're the only person in the world I found who knew anything about this!

If I was to ask you £15, would that be out of your budget?

-I framed it beautifully!

-THEY LAUGH

-I think we can go to £15.

-Can you stretch to that?

-Yes.

It's a modest profit of nearly £11.

But this project has been more of a labour of love for our Lancashire lad.

We're in a seaside memorabilia museum!

-Would you like to go and play?

-I would love to! Thank you!

HE NEIGHS

Dear, oh, dear. You can take the lad out of Morecambe,

but you can't take Morecambe out of the lad!

Now, our boys are both under a strict deadline for their selling.

As the final bell tolls,

Knocker has failed to find homes for all three of his remaining items.

None of his contacts wanted his fender

and he couldn't find a buyer for the George VI tankard or his Staffordshire vase,

leaving him with a combined loss of £27.

But he's not the only one who's struggled.

In a desperate last-minute bid,

Paul took his pastille burner and the freebie paintings to a car boot sale,

giving him a combined profit, after costs, of just under £14.

That left Paul with just one no-sale and a loss of £5

when his pen failed to make its mark.

It's been a long race

and our brave contenders have navigated some harrowing twists and turns

to reach the finishing line.

They each started out with £250 of their own money.

Paul bought seven items,

spending a little under £221 after costs,

while Eric bought 11 items, spending just £172.

But now, it's all about how much profit their treasures have turned.

All of the money that Eric and Paul have made

will be going to a charity of their choice.

So without further ado, it's time to find out who is today's

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is Champion.

-Good morning, Eric!

-How are you doing?

-All right, mate.

-Welcome to the sunny south.

-I think they've got a leak. I should have a word with a plumber!

-Tell me about your experience.

-I quite enjoyed the car boot sale.

There was loads to look at. It's hard work.

I don't suppose you've been to many in your time.

Listen, I love car-booting! Never knock it!

But I tend to wear a disguise. And it's hard in those high heels! But anyway...

-That being said, have you made any money?

-Well, I'm not too sure.

Trust me, I've not done any adding up.

-Do you want to count us in?

-Shall I count us in?

One, two, three...

-Whoa!

-Oh! Look at that. 91...

-What a near-run thing, eh?

-There's not much in it at all.

-It was all in my clock, that last-minute buy.

So our mighty veteran seizes the day.

This time, experience triumphs over youthful exuberance.

But just how much did Paul's silver handles actually make in the end?

£31 and 69 pence!

What a disaster for poor Paul!

His handles ended up making him a loss of just over £8.

The only thing I do regret is having to scrap the silver

because those items have gone forever.

But, Eric, hats off to you.

You stayed right to the end and your best buy was at the end of the day, when I'd given up.

So well done.

If I can give you a message, Mr Morecambe,

it is "get to know your crockery",

because when you go to a car boot, that's what you see plenty of.

You've got to know what you're buying before you start selling it.

So Knocker emerged victorious today, but it's not over yet.

Tomorrow, our rivals go head to head at a foreign antiques market

in the French city of Reims.

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