James Braxton v David Harper 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.

That's amazing, truly amazing.

Today, the champion of the north, David Harper,

takes on the new boy from the south, James Braxton, in an all-out battle

for profit, giving you the inside view on the secrets of the trade.

Coming up, David teaches us the basics of dealing.

We've got to spend some money.

If you don't spend it, you can't make it. It's as simple as that.

James proves it's often the little things that count.

A good gauge of an item is whether it opens and closes properly. And it does.

And we reveal the lengths our dealers will go to seal a deal.

-Can I walk around the streets now without this falling off?

-Not in Alston, David, not in Alston.

This is Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is.

Get ready for antiques overdrive,

as we release "Devilish" David Harper

and James "Bingo" Braxton into the bear pit of the auction.

Bargains - you can run but you can't hide!

First up, from the North, he can turn old to sold in a nanosecond. It's "Devilish" David Harper.

You've got to scan these cabinets and then scan them again.

My advice is, don't just take ten minutes. Ideally, take a couple of hours.

From the South, smooth-talking profit-rocket, James "Bingo" Braxton.

I'm up here, standing, alert, ready to go.

Both our troopers have stumped up £1,000 of their own money,

but they must spend it wisely, because every penny of profit goes to their chosen charities.

Today, we're in Stroud in Gloucestershire, where in 1830,

the world was introduced to a new invention - the lawnmower.

Our experts will be mowing through 875 lots at the auction rooms,

on the hunt for items that will make them serious hay, when it comes to selling.

David Harper and James Braxton,

it's time to Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is.

Devilish!

-So you've decided to get out of bed!

-I did. Have you been here hours?

-Since 3am.

-Well done. Due diligence.

-Absolutely.

So here we are, just outside Stroud, a rather nice part of the world.

It is. When I was given directions to the city centre,

I didn't realise you passed over a cattle grid.

-A bit of a shock, was it?

-It was! Have you got much marked?

Plenty of things marked. I think we'll be looking at smaller items.

We're up to Lot 875, tomorrow is the furniture.

We'll be going home with small things. Lots of silver.

-So well out of my depth!

-Me, too! Do you have any plan of attack?

To spend my budget. £1,000 I need to spend today.

James, I want to actively encourage you to spend all of your money. For me, gentleman's accessories.

We all know gentlemen love to spend money on themselves.

-So shall we go and spend some money?

-Let's do it!

They'll need bargain-spotting spectacles, as they rifle through the auction

on the hunt for the antique ammunition they think will net them

a whopping profit and today's Put Your Money... crown.

It's the Devilish one who's first to spot an item of interest.

This one sort of falls into the category of a gentleman's accessory.

You can imagine a gentleman after dinner bringing out this wonderful

three-bottle coloured glass tantalus set, full of fantastic liquors and serving his guests.

As far as silver plate goes, that is a fantastic quality item.

Each bottle is individually blown, coloured glass.

Any markings on the underside?

It's very difficult to date silver plate accurately.

Unlike real silver, you don't get a proper hallmark

telling you who made it and in what year.

But we've got some markings on the base which will give us the maker, but certainly 1890.

You must always look for rubbing - what we call in the trade "bleeding" - with silver plate.

Underneath there is a base metal of a copper.

As it's cleaned over the years, the silver plate will wear away.

That's rather nice. Look at that figure. That's a female form. Or is it just my imagination?

Looks a bit like a woman, which is even better.

While David's seeing ladies, James is seeing double. He's getting drunk on potential profit.

Lot 145 reads "two glass oil bottles with silver-lidded tops and decanter labels".

Oil bottles. These ain't oil bottles. They're known as whisky noggins.

These were set at people's place settings at smart occasions for the very nationalistic,

who thought wine was the drink of a foreigner.

They would have whisky. They're valued at £25-30.

These normally make £50 plus.

# There's whisky in the jar... #

A fascinating find from Bingo, but there's a whole catalogue to get through

and David's a man for good timekeeping.

This is a classic stainless steel, probably 1950s, 1960s, gentleman's wristwatch.

Look at the face, it says Tudor. Tudor is actually made by Rolex.

If you look at the back, it says oyster case.

Rolex were the people who invented this, which is waterproof.

The shape of an oyster - closes nice and tight.

The Tudor is a cheaper brand, but it's effectively the same watch.

And estimated at 250-350.

Doesn't seem to be ticking. Might need a service, but I'll put it down, anyway.

With the auction about to commence...

We'll crack on, make a start.

The Devilish one unleashes the wild beast within.

You must behave like a hyena.

You've got to wait for the opportunity,

follow what's going on and if you think something is a bargain, go with your instinct and bag it.

-And as if to prove his point...

-Lot 42, £40 with me and two.

Five. At 48, I am bid this time. 50. At five. Thank you. At 55.

I have at £55. We'll sell then if there's nobody else at £55. 55.

I don't really quite know what I've bought, but it looked quirky.

He's smoking!

David's taken a big risk and spent just under £65 with auction fees

on a silver tobacconist's display pipe, which he's yet to see.

That was a prime example of behaving like a hyena.

It wasn't selling for the money, so I've nabbed it.

"THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN" LAUGHTER

He's laughing and he's at it again.

The bidding has started on the tantalus David spotted earlier and it's already reached £150.

At 150 I have. At 150. 160. £160, sitting.

If I wasn't bidding against one other person in this room, I think I'd have bought that for £80.

Disappointing, but I feel better for not buying it. I would have had to pay £170, plus commission.

So I've talked myself into the fact that I'm happy. I'm not really!

Having kept a watchful eye on David's bidding, will James fare any better?

Lot 54, the next lot, it's the rather nice art nouveau-style photograph frame.

I'm hoping I can get it for under 40.

I think Bingo is about to perform.

Lot 54. A larger frame.

He's got quite a stern look on his face. Oh, the glasses are off!

-Oh, he's in.

-£40, thank you. Oh, jumped right up. 48, we've gone to.

He's looking shocked! Go on, James! Go on!

60 bid, thank you. At £60 this side. At 60.

£60. £60.

I got it. Slightly more than I hoped to pay for it, but the thing

about auction is, without the goods, where's the profit?

So Bingo's bitten off his first buy,

a silver photograph frame for nearly £71, including fees.

Moments later, he nails his second buy.

Another photo frame. This time, for just under £26 with fees.

He's being the hyena.

Bingo the hyena.

MANIC LAUGHTER

Beating Devilish at his own game, Bingo's taken an early lead, with two purchases to David's one.

With Devilish watching from the wings, Bingo battles another bidder to his third buy in a row.

-65. At 65. At £65, this side. At £65.

-Put it down!

Got it in the end!

-There we go.

-It's a hat-trick of hits.

This time, he's pocketed an oval silver tobacco tin

for nearly £77 including fees.

David can only stand and stare, as with seconds to gather his gusto, Bingo's arm's back up in the air.

For a tad over £33 including fees, the blighter's flung himself

into the lead with a set of propelling pencils.

That's one thing you should never do at auction.

Those terrible knee-jerk purchases. The estimate was 30-45.

I saw the auctioneer struggling, so I helped him out and bought them.

Very charitable, old boy! David, desperate to get back into the action, has also blindly bid

and bought a Roman silver dress pin for just under £130 including fees.

After bidding, he nipped out to see if he'd struck lucky.

I haven't even looked yet. This is my 2,000-year-old Roman pen.

Erm...

I don't know what it is about antiquities, but I'm very often sadly disappointed.

I kind of expect something bright and shiny and new looking

and I would have loved that peacock to have been blue.

Oh, dear! Maybe not the Roman treasure he was hoping for.

Now, back to Bingo.

His whisky noggins are up next and quick as a flash, there goes that arm.

75. He won't like this. It's jumped to 95.

-He's in again.

-110, 120, 130, 140.

-He's going to go it all!

-170.

-170?!

-Go on, James!

Last one. Last one.

-180, I'm bid. 180, I've got.

-Go on, let him have them, at 180.

-In the room, 190.

-200.

-At 200, I'm bid.

-No. £200.

-Estimated at 25-30. What?!

-220. 220.

-Whisky noggins...

-£220.

-240, I'll give you.

-At 240's the bid.

-I think he's been drinking!

And we'll sell at 240.

I've got to give him a bit of an applause for that.

Oh, dear! That's blown his money! That's done it!

I've made some friends in the room. 240!

A quarter of James' budget gone.

More than £283 including fees on the set of whisky noggins.

Pleased top have secured them. Not so pleased with the price.

Unbelievably, Bingo's bidding streak is still going strong.

At £32 bid. At 32.

He's spent just under £38 including fees on a silver cheroot holder.

I seem to have developed a fair wind now. We're going!

Quite the understatement, Bingo! You're going like the clappers!

What on earth is Bingo doing? He's buying everything in sight!

Bingo's not done yet. He's spied a silver tankard and, once again, the stakes are high.

150. 160. 170. 180.

-190.

-Go on.

-At £180 in the room. Selling at 180.

-He's not mucking about, is he?

-No, he isn't.

James sealed the deal on his seventh item

for just over a whopping £212 with fees.

-James Braxton, you are a superstar!

-Thank you.

I've certainly paid for my lots, David.

Once I've started bidding, I've hung in there and secured the goods.

I've paid too much for some items, but they're good items. I should be able to retail them well.

-Gentleman's accessories. Successful plan?

-Not very successful at all.

Going drastically wrong. Everything I wanted, I was outbid.

-You're buying on price.

-Always. If you pay too much, you've got nowhere to go.

You might have the best item in the world, but you don't have a market.

I don't know why you're hanging around. Let's get back in there.

-I'm off to blow the rest of my money.

-You're good at that!

As our claret-trousered chaps return, it's Bingo who's made the early spending headway.

They both started the day with £1,000 of their own money.

David has made two purchases and, with fees included,

has spent almost £195.

He's still got over £805 left to spend.

At the opposite end of the buying scale,

James has bagged himself seven buys,

spending just under £740 with fees, leaving him over £260 left to spend.

In round two, David has to get bidding - and fast -

if he's to make up ground lost to Bingo in round one.

I've really got to just create a bit of action.

I haven't seen this next lot. 18 carat gold gentleman's cufflinks.

Scrap value, they're worth £280. They're estimated at 200-250.

If I can buy them within the 200-250, I'm safe. Here we go. I've got to spend some money.

If you don't spend it, you can't make it. It's as simple as that.

Wise words, David.

-It's rather nice looking.

-This is David's lot.

Straight in at £150. 160.

170. 180. I'm out at 180. Is there 190? 190. 200. 220. 240.

230. 240. 250.

245. 250. 255, sir?

-No. At £250, standing. Is there 255?

-David!

-I want to spend some money!

-260, sir?

-Yeah.

265? At £260, I'm selling in the room at 260.

Solid gold bidding from the Devilish one.

He takes the cufflinks for just under £307 including fees

and he's stuck with his plan of buying gentleman's accessories.

So this is the first time I've handled the 18 carat gold cufflinks

and we've got the leopard's head looking right at you, which tells you they were made in London.

We've got a rose embossed in the middle.

If you were to look closely at the shape of that cufflink,

this is where it can get very exciting.

Does that not look like the shape of a rugby ball?

And RFU, Rugby Football Union. A rose, the English rose.

I'm holding a pair of 18 carat solid gold Rugby Football Union cufflinks.

That changes these things into items that may well be just worth £300 in scrap

to items that may well be worth substantially more, but it means, now, research.

But the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up. That is exciting.

Has David finally found the treasure he's been searching for?

Back in the auction room and James is also going for gold - a gold bracelet.

Lot number 302. Vintage gold double bracelet. Star setting.

And commission straight in at £70. At £70. With me.

Would you like 80, sir? 80. 85. 90. At £85, standing. Is there 90?

At 85. Selling at 85.

-That's my little foray into the jewellery section.

-Well done!

And for a smidge over £100, he buys his eighth item, a vintage gold bracelet.

I like this piece.

Nothing solid about it, but it's 9 carat gold, it's hallmarked and set with these attractive little stones.

I'll do a little testing when I get home, ascertain what they are.

Even if they are diamonds, they're very small, they are chips.

A good gauge of an item is whether it opens and closes properly.

And it does. It's a pretty little item and gold is doing well.

There may be a profit.

The clock is ticking and David is back on Devilish fighting form.

He's a lover of antique timepieces and the time is up for the one he spotted earlier.

Right, here comes my Rolex Tudor watch.

I don't want to say that too loud.

I am bid straight in at 250. 260. At 250. 260.

270. 280. 290. 300. 305. 310.

I'm out at 310. 320? At 310 in the room. Is there 320?

-At £310 in the room, is there 320?

-Come on!

Despite the high end bids, he fights to the finish

and seals the deal at just under £366, including fees.

Well, that, I've got to say, is an absolute relief.

There's not going to be a fortune in profit, but there will be a profit.

Without drawing breath, the Devilish one goes in for the kill

on a Lalique plate, setting himself back just under £57, including fees.

As long as it's in good order, that's a good little buy.

People will buy purely, as I've just done, on the name.

Crikey! David's now giving Bingo a run for his money. Speaking of Bingo, where is he?

I'm waiting here for Devilish David, who's still scratching around in the sale room.

Luckily for him, he bought some gold cufflinks, otherwise he would have been out for the duck.

QUACKING

Thanks, Bingo(!) Now in the final throes of this buying half,

David's got his well-trained eye on one last piece.

Coming up is a Royal Doulton glass vase. You never think of Doulton

as a glassmaker, but they did experiment and they went into that field.

It's as good a quality as their pottery. 12 inches tall.

I have seen it, it's in good condition, it's quite plain

but I have a buyer for retro vintage things and that falls into that category.

So here we go. This is going to be bought purely on price.

Let me see if I can bag a piece of Royal Doulton glass.

I've got £10. Have I got 12?

14, sir? 16. 18. 20.

I really don't want to pay more than £20. Erm...22, yeah.

At £22. Am I bid for five? At 22. Selling in the room at 22.

And with fees, David's final buy of the day

sets him back just under £26.

Now there's a piece of good quality glass, if ever you're going to see it.

Made by Royal Doulton.

Every single piece is different. It's understated, but it's sophisticated.

It's not bright or garish. It's just got style and it's got quality.

And listen to this. A way to test good quality glass

if it's in good condition is just give it a little ding like a bell.

DING!

Rings absolutely beautifully.

If there's a crack, or any previous restoration, it would sound like this.

THUNK!

As dead as a doornail. Can you imagine that on a windowsill

with light coming in from behind it? It would light up beautifully.

Or, on a living room table, with a lamplight reflecting,

it would look absolutely delicious.

The gavel has fallen on today's action-packed auction battle

and now it's time to find out who has spent what.

Our dealers both started the day with £1,000 of their own cash.

"Devilish" David Harper forked out just under £950

and picked up six purchases.

But James "Bingo" Braxton led from the front with eight purchases,

setting him back just £840.

With both budgets blown, it's time to size up the opposition's items.

What's happened here, David? I met you at half time and you were struggling a bit,

-but you've brought something to the table.

-I did a Braxton.

Hand in the air, just buy anything, at any cost.

Get them nailed. What about you?

Are you some kind of secret silver dealer? All I see is silver.

Some silver sellers would have been thrilled I was in the room today.

Every time I picked up my hand, obviously, people sought comfort

in the fact that I was going for it and they started putting up theirs.

My best buy of the day, my best hope value has got to be the rugby ball.

Yeah, they're fun, aren't they?

-If you can leap those to Martin Johnson, you're away.

-Absolutely.

I'll be putting some research into those babies.

-Let's get on and sell. Good luck.

-Get selling.

It's Act II of this avid contest and our bargaining battle boys now turn their attention to selling.

They need to shift their stock and rake in as much profit

as they possibly can, because only one man can take the title.

Our soldiers of the second-hand return home to map out their selling strategies.

James "Bingo" Braxton to the South, East Sussex,

and "Devilish" David Harper to the North, Teesdale, where he's assessing his historical haul.

The Roman toga pin was a bit of a shock when it seemed so dull

but now on reflection, I actually really love that thing.

The Lalique plate, I would have loved that to have been earlier,

but you've got the name, you've got the brand, the style, the quality.

The Royal Doulton vase - cracking.

First piece of Royal Doulton glass I've ever bought

and the 18-carat solid gold Rugby Football Union cufflinks were a find-and-a-half.

They've got great potential.

As well as all that, David also has to sell his silver pipe

and a vintage watch.

And what does Bingo Braxton make of his treasures?

Nine-carat gold bracelet. I paid only scrap value for it.

I should get a profit.

The propelling pencils, that was a mistake.

One of them didn't have its tip. I shouldn't have bought them.

I must have set a record price for whiskey noggins,

£283 with the buyer's premium.

If I make a small profit, I'll be a lucky man.

James will also have to try his luck with lots of silver.

Two silver photo frames, a silver tankard, a silver tobacco tin

and a silver cheroot holder.

Our crafty competitors will be pulling out all the stops to find buyers for the items.

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

Time waits for no man and, as the clock starts ticking on the selling side of this competition,

both our commandos of collectables are carving through their contacts books.

The Devilish one soon finds a suitor for the watch that cost him just under £366

and he lives just seconds away.

I've got a man, a mate of mine over the road, who has an antique shop

who is absolutely red hot for a good gentleman's, stylish watch, just like this.

The deal is, he doesn't want to be spending £100-£150 on having to service this thing.

I've said to him, I will wear it for several days, make sure it's keeping good time.

I've done exactly that.

I've wound it every day and this watch is keeping absolutely perfect time.

That may be, David, but is it the perfect time to sell?

-Right, then, Anthony.

-Yes.

I am going to reveal something to you that I know you want very badly.

Ha-ha! I've seen that bad boy before. Very nice, David.

-Looking a bit better now?

-Yes, what have you done to it, cleaned it?

-I've cleaned it.

-Does it work?

-Yes.

-Is it ticking?

-It is ticking.

-Very nice.

-please try it on.

It's got to be around about the '60s, '70s, early 70s, 1960-something.

The documentation, it's 1967.

-It's a nice watch.

-We've got the papers.

-Like it.

-We've got the original guarantee.

-Yeah.

It's going well for the Devilish one, he's in the driving seat.

Let's talk about the money, David. I do like the watch. What sort of money do you want?

-£600.

-£600! That's good!

-Sorry, 700, would that be better?

-No, I would like to buy it.

600 quid. I can't give you 600 quid, David.

-You think of another price and hand it back.

-Erm, 550.

-Will do 500.

-Give me 525.

I can't, David. I want the watch, £500.

I want to give you £500, cash, now.

Oh, dear.

Now!

What happened there? He was bossing it and now he's been bulldozed into the sale!

-I'll have to owe you 50 quid.

-Owe 70 and we're done.

David, £500... I've just given you 450.

Look, 455, we're done. £500? David, come on.

-Seal the deal.

-Good.

My goodness me, Anthony's tough negotiation tactics

made the Devilish one look like a naughty schoolboy.

A rich one, though, because David's just taken over £134 profit.

Bingo's also ready for his first assault on selling.

He's been worried about his propelling pencils since he made the purchase

and now he just wants to draw a line under it.

He's arranged a meeting with a local pen dealer called Hans,

with a faint hope of making a Hans-ome profit.

I'll tell you how much I paid for them. I paid £38.

HE LAUGHS

I just want to get out of it.

You know, the most I would want to give for this, to be truthful, is £25.

£25. Hans, I'm not going to argue with you. Take them! Very gratefully.

That sale leaves James over £8 down, but he can't stay bitter about it.

He really needs to push on and sell the silver tankard,

that after restoration costs, set him back just over £222.

He's come to Lewes, home to the Harveys Brewery.

Master brewer Miles has expressed an interest.

I've got this tankard and I thought, who would like a pint tankard? I thought of you.

There is said fellow.

-It's made by a company, James Dixon, made in 1943...

-Right.

..which might explain why it isn't so heavy, because...

-There was not as much around in the war.

-Exactly!

-And people were more thrifty, weren't they?

-They were, yeah.

It's a strange thing that you should have phoned, because my daughter has her 21st birthday coming up

and I really feel that, coming from a line of brewers,

she really ought to have something which has a brewing context.

I think it would actually sit very well with dried flowers in it,

if she doesn't want to use it for the obvious, which I don't think she probably will.

A mug of that period is very charming, because she is named after her grandmother,

who, at the time this was made was in the Dutch Resistance

and waiting for my father to come over and liberate Holland.

Oh, fabulous.

For those reasons, I think there is a place for it within our household.

-I'm looking for £300 for it.

-Right.

When I saw it, I was thinking in terms of around 275-280.

280? Right, OK.

-Could I squeeze you a bit? How about 290?

-It's done.

-Very good.

-Thank you very much, indeed.

-It's a pleasure.

Cheers to the king of selling. James makes nearly £68 of frothy profit.

The town of Barnard Castle, named after the Norman castle around which it was built,

is the selling nerve centre of one Devilish David.

Researching an item's past can add value and the Devilish one

has dug up some interesting information on his gold cufflinks.

I've spoken to the Rugby Football Union Museum, who were very helpful.

It so happens that 1971 was the 100th anniversary,

the centenary of the setting up of the Rugby Football Union -

a highly-important date.

Very kindly, they went into their records and, look at this,

they discovered an entry dated 26 September, 1969 -

gosh, this is brilliant - in the directors' minutes after a meeting,

where they were discussing, or proposed, the production of cufflinks

to celebrate the centenary in 1971.

Fantastic! However, later on, there is no more mention of them.

I think they are either the only ones in existence,

or a set of a very few.

If I put them into an auction with an online sale,

with a good description of what these things really are, with that provenance,

that means I'm not just trying to sell to one person,

I can sell these things to anybody, anywhere in the world.

That's the only way you can get big money for something like this.

Sweet charity! The Devilish one thinks he's cuffed a real gem.

Will putting his rugby cufflinks into the scrum of an auction

provide profit or pain? We'll find out later.

Next, David pops down the road to see his contact Suzanne, a dealer of retro artefacts.

He thinks she might be interested in his £26 Royal Doulton glass vase.

Will she?

-Hello, gorgeous.

-Hello, David, how are you doing?

-Very well, how are you?

Wow, I'm very well. Better now.

-Oh, is that because of me or the vase?

-No, definitely the vase.

-Come on, Suzanne, please!

-It's stunning.

-It is stunning, isn't it?

Have you had much experience with Doulton glass?

In all honesty, I didn't even know that Doulton did glass.

-The shape's divine

-Hold it.

-Wow!

-That's actually lighter than I thought.

-Yeah.

Do you not have an idea of age? I think it's '70s, '80s.

I don't think it's any earlier. It could even be 1990s.

-Royal Doulton don't exist now.

-No, they don't.

-That's it.

-So, how much?

-50 quid-ish?

-That actually was the figure I had in mind.

-50-ish?

-Yeah.

-I couldn't argue down on that, it's worth that and more.

-Couldn't I have said 70, then?

No.

THEY LAUGH

-50?

-Shake on that.

-Wonderful, thanks Suzanne, always lovely.

-You are welcome. Thank you.

Deal done, David.

The Devilish one makes a touch over £24 profit on the Doulton vase.

Well, the perfect item for the perfect shop and you might have noticed

that I could have got more money there, but it doesn't matter.

Er, David, it does matter.

The aim is to make as much profit as possible.

It was pitched just right for a nice, quick sale and a nice, quick profit.

We'll let you off that one, David,

especially as he sells his pipe and puffs out a profit of just over £25.

We're nearing the halfway point of this joust between our two brokers of the bargain.

So far, Devilish David has sold three of his six items

and has amassed a profit of over £183.

Bingo Braxton has some catching up to do,

so far he's only managed to sell two of his eight items

and his profit currently stands at nearly £60.

Our brave Sir Bingo, knight of the pound table is ready to fight back.

Armed only with his whiskey noggins and his shield charm,

he rides his trusty four-wheel steed to London to meet Ranald McDonald,

the proprietor of a Scottish restaurant.

Ranald, I've only spoken to you on the telephone,

I've never actually met you before, but I know, I hope,

this will be something dear to your heart.

Have you seen these little fellows before?

I am very intrigued and excited.

What really struck me was the word, "noggins".

I've only ever heard the word "noggin" from one of the person.

My late, great godfather, he always used offer his guests a noggin. It always stuck in my mind.

They're known as noggins because they're a smaller measure.

They're utterly charming. I've never seen anything like them before.

-I'm looking for around £300 for these.

-It's difficult to really value them.

-They're than usual, aren't they? A novelty.

-Very unusual.

I notice you refer to noggins, don't you? What do have there?

We have a noggin of whisky served with our haggis.

We sell a 2.5 centilitre glass, which you pour over your haggis.

-Or drink with your haggis.

-It makes it, does it?

-It makes it taste of whisky!

-Which is a good thing.

Which is a good thing.

-I definitely, sincerely, really want them.

-Good.

-Why don't we say 275?

Can I just squeeze you a bit? I want to come out of it with a small smile.

-290?

-OK, 290.

-That's a deal. Thank you very much, indeed.

-A pleasure.

Thank you!

Cheers again, Bingo!

He bagged a tasty little profit of nearly £7 pounds.

They've found their right home. I'm so pleased to have got out of them.

OK, it's only £7 profit, but I'm a happy man.

Our dynamic dealing Duke, Devilish David,

is driving due north to dispose of his Lalique bowl.

He has a date with Janice, a dealer in Alston

and the dastardly devil goes into charm overdrive.

Of all the people I know, you're going to appreciate that.

Tell me you don't.

It's very nice, David. Lalique.

Ah, you see.

Modern, possibly in the '70s. It's sweet, Cherub in the middle.

I do think they did a series of these plates at Christmas time,

-produced one each Christmas, I believe.

-But it's quality. You know quality, Janice, don't you?

-You love quality.

-I love quality. It is Lalique.

-It would be all right for £25, David.

-Would be marvellous for £25!

-Let's say it owes me 60.

-Yeah.

-How about 80?

Just because it's you, David, I'll give you 80.

-You're a dreamboat. You are, honestly, Janice.

-Or a fool.

No, you get better every time I see you. Lovely, thank you very much.

-You are welcome, David.

-Yeah, works every time.

You devil, you, he's made just over £23 on that sale.

He's not finished with Janice yet. She's helping him prepare for the sale of his Roman dress pin.

Those of a nervous disposition might want to look away now.

Toga me up.

So, David, your right shoulder needs to be there.

Right shoulder, there. Like so.

Hang on a minute, do you do this often?

Let's hope we don't stab you in the process.

-If you let go, does that work, then?

-No.

Can I walk around the streets now without this falling off?

Not in Alston, David. Not in Alston.

Let's have a look, see if I can wander around.

Janice, will you let go of my toga! Honestly!

It's falling off, David.

Like that, and that holds it all together.

FANFARE PLAYS

Easy, Toga!

He's off to his next sale, if he doesn't get arrested first.

# You sexy thing, you sexy thing, you... #

Thankfully, fully-clothed James Braxton has taken his nine-carat, £100 bracelet

to his contact, Chris, and he needs a solid gold sale to get back in the race.

-It's good to find you on such a lovely day.

-Nice to see you.

-Excellent weather.

-I know, glorious.

-Absolutely magic.

-It really is lovely.

-What do I owe this pleasure?

Anyway, this pleasure, I showed you that photo, didn't I, of the bracelet?

-You did.

-Here we are. Get your mitts on it.

-This is the actual thing.

-It's not too ostentatious, is it?

-It isn't, no.

-It's in good nick, isn't it?

-It is in good nick, yeah.

-I think it's nice because it's gold and not costume.

-Yes.

-I've got to say that.

-It gives it residual value, doesn't it?

It does, at the end of the day.

I don't buy that much jewellery, but I am quite interested in jewellery.

-Yeah.

-I've been to several auctions and I'm learning.

To make that now would be quite expensive but, I think,

somewhere between 150 and 200.

-I had more in my mind, about 120.

-What about 175, Chris?

No, I think it's too dear.

-135?

-135, we're warming up.

I like your style, I like your style.

-What about 155, Chris?

-I think it's still too heavy.

150 and I'll do it.

Go on then. 150.

Thank you, thank you.

Bingo Braxton makes nearly £50. A job well done.

He's Davidus Devilus. Commander of the antiques of the North.

Royal servant to the Emperor profit. Owner of a wanted antique.

Wearer of a silly toga and he will have his sale.

I'm the first Roman on this site.

For a long time.

THEY LAUGH

On the site of an ancient Roman fort in Cumbria, David has come

to meet Elaine, a collector of Roman artefacts.

But before they battle over price, it all turns a little Carry On.

-Would you like to examine it?

-Ooh!

-Not really!

-Yeah.

-Would you like to remove it?

-Hello(!)

Back to business. David and Elaine soon agree a price.

-190.

-OK.

-Happy?

-Yeah.

-You own it, well done.

And the devilish one makes just over £60 profit.

With four items still to sell,

Bingo Braxton has plenty of catching up to do.

He manages to sell his pair of silver picture frames

to his keen photographer friend Annabel.

-What about 140?

-Yes. I think that's perfect, James.

-You have a deal.

For a combined profit of just over £43.

But he fails to sell his two remaining items.

After restoration, he makes a loss of nearly £107 on his tobacco tin.

And a loss of nearly £38 on his silver cheroot holder.

The moment of truth has arrived for David and his cufflinks.

The auction is about to start

and to say David is excited is something of an understatement.

Well, here I am at one of my local auction rooms

and there is nothing I can do for those cufflinks any more.

They're in there, they're lotted, they're online

and the auctioneer is very excited -

so excited in fact that he's sent a press release out to

the newspapers and they have featured in a national newspaper.

How exciting is that? They're going to sell. Estimated at £400-£600.

Now, if they get anywhere near that top estimate

I will not be able to control myself.

Remember, he paid nearly £307 including fees

and wants to fetch around £600.

Here goes.

Lot 245. The Rugby cufflinks.

At £300.

-At £300. 320?

-Go on.

-At £300. 320.

-Internet.

-340. 360. 380.

-380.

400 in the room.

-At 400 in the room.

-400 in the room.

-420.

-420.

-440.

-£420 on the net.

-Come on.

Will the price go up further?

We'll find out shortly.

First, let's recap on our antiques adventurers' spending sprees.

They both started with £1,000 of their own money.

Devilish David Harper spent nearly £950 on six purchases.

And James Bingo Braxton bought eight items

but spent just over £880 including restoration.

All the profit that David and James have made from today's

challenge will be going to a charity of their choice.

So, without further ado, let's find out who is today's

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is Champion.

-James.

-David.

-The auction! My goodness me.

It's not my happiest venue at all, buying at auction.

No, I was taken for a right old kipper at that one, wasn't I?

You became, within a nanosecond, suddenly a silver dealer.

How did your selling go?

Yeah, all right. I bought very high, I sold some of it slightly higher.

-Anyway, David, come on, I'm intrigued.

-Are you? Really? OK.

Are you ready to go?

-I'm ready to go.

-Ready? Three, two, one.

Ouch!

What on earth were you doing there?

Two no-sales, David, I'm afraid.

Oh, James, very bad for you. But very good for me.

Lunch is positively on me.

A total thrashing for Bingo.

So, did the devilish one make a huge profit from his cufflinks?

£420. Oh, no. Bottom estimate.

Oh, right. Darn it. £420. A very, very small profit. Devastating.

But that's the way auctions go. You can't predict it.

It could have flown. I could have been celebrating.

But I can't complain.

I didn't lose money.

I'm going to complain. I'm really fed up!

After fees, David was left with just under £29 profit from the cufflinks.

But in the end, it didn't matter. He was still the clear winner.

My real failure were my no-sales.

That lovely little Great War cheroot case and the pinch tobacco.

Bad luck on James, fabulous for me.

But no time to celebrate for David

because there's another challenge right round the corner.

Tomorrow, our dealers will

battle it out at an antiques fair in Lincolnshire.

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