Catherine v Jonty - Showdown Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

This is Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is,

the show that pitches TV's best loved antiques experts

against each other in an all-out battle for profit...

I'm a double your money girl.

..and gives you the insider's view of the trade.

You've got to be in it to win it.

Each week, one pair of duelling dealers will face

-a different daily challenge...

-IN COCKNEY ACCENT:

-Lovely.

-We've got some work to do, let's go.

-..putting their own money

and their hard-earned reputations on the line,

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

Get in there!

DEVILISH CACKLING

Brace yourselves, because no other contest is bigger than this.

It's the Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is showdown,

the ultimate challenge any antiques expert could ever face.

This tumultuous trial

will push our war horses beyond the limits of human potential.

Their challenge, to rifle through not one, not two,

not even three, but four mighty antiques events,

to find items to sell on for maximum profit.

Coming up, our dealers are pushed to the very edge.

I have just gone insane, I have lost my marbles.

What was I thinking? I've gone mad.

The pressure leaves Catherine lost for words.

Oh...

SHE SIGHS

SHE LAUGHS

And it all comes to a close with the terrifying showdown auction.

That's a loss. That's a big loss.

This is an all-out fight to the death, and only one dealer will survive

to emerge as the Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is champion.

The almighty showdown is the final confrontation

between two of the greatest antiques experts alive.

Today's terrible challenge is about more than punchy profits,

it's the last chance for one dogged dealer to decimate their opponent

and be crowned supreme sovereign of the showdown.

Our first antiques assassin is admired and adored in equal measure.

Interesting.

But he's a trading titan who'll trip you up without a second thought.

It's Jonty 'The Hitman' Hearnden.

Bargain. Bargain. Bargain.

And he's up against the Duchess Of Dealing,

the Baroness Of Bargains, the Countess Of Cash.

She's an awesome auctioneer

who will eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner,

it's the unstoppable 'Cunning' Catherine Southon.

You. Me. Friends.

Only one of our fearsome foes can win,

but it takes knowledge, stamina and cracking contacts

to bring one warrior to their knees.

So what exactly is in store?

"Jonty and Catherine, welcome to your final and biggest challenge,

"the showdown.

"You must buy eight items during your regular Put Your Money challenges.

-"You have to buy two at each event."

-OK.

"You can spend up to £1,000 of your own money."

"You can each sell up to four items wherever you want.

"The remaining items will go into auctions."

So it's trading, as well as auctioneering.

Right, OK.

"Your auction will be held in Leicestershire

"in approximately 12 weeks from now,

"in direct competition with your opponent."

That's you.

"Choose your items wisely,

"because the winner will be the one who makes the most profit."

-And I've got my money in my pocket here.

-And I have mine here.

Are you ready for the big one? This is the big showdown.

It really is the big one. Good luck, Jonty.

-Have fun.

-And you.

And off they go.

Our Prophet Prince and Princess,

who, forsaking all others,

promised to do battle for as long as they both shall live.

Their £1,000 budgets must include any restoration,

repairs and buying fees.

Our prizefighters will be slugging it out at their usual hunting grounds,

an antiques fair, an auction,

a car-boot sale,

and a foreign antiques market.

As we dive in to round one,

we find our heavyweights sizing each other up

at the Swinderby Antiques Fair,

in a rather damp and drizzly Lincolnshire.

# The sun always shines on TV... #

They're cold, they're wet,

but they have to push on through to find two items each.

Cunning Catherine is on sparkling form, looking to jump on some gems,

but Jonty The Hitman Hearnden comes in to land first.

He spotted a miniature silver plane.

So that would be, date-wise, what, 1920s, 1930s, I suppose?

The man's already dropped from 90 to £70,

but Jonty's in fighter pilot mode and wants more.

If you say 60, I'll give you my really best on that.

Go on, then.

Jonty's coca-looped-the-loop despite the weather.

Catherine is racing around

and won't let the rain stop her. She's found a campaign chest.

It's slightly damaged, so our cunning lady

is trying to get the trader down from £150.

-I'll tell you what, I'll give you 80.

-No, can't do it.

Can't do it, unfortunately.

Come on, £80.

You do not want to take this back with you at the end of the day.

You really don't, believe me, in this weather.

Now, this is where a fast-forward comes in handy.

Neither Catherine nor the trader will budge, so the haggle goes on.

And on... And on.

Eventually, and probably for an easy life,

the gentleman drops to £100, but guess what?

The lady wants more!

£90 and we're done, and I will walk away,

shake your hand and that's it, we're finished.

-And my fingers are... Look at them.

-Cold?

They're freezing, you can warm my hands up. Oh, your hands are lovely.

So, our cold, hard businesswoman melts once it's all over,

but her perseverance has paid off.

The weather closes in, and lots of stalls pack up early,

making delectable deals difficult.

Before rain stops play, Jonty steps up to the crease

with cricket bats, balls and a bag from the 1960s.

Those are very nice indeed. It's a good make of bat.

Extra special.

They are really quite nice and retro, aren't they?

-What sort of price is that?

-Well, we've got 65 on it.

-65?

I've got ten kids at home.

-Yeah, I know you have.

-Ten wives.

-Have you?

And they're all starving.

That's surely a sticky wicket, but the fibs work.

The Hitman gets over a quarter off.

He pays £48, and heads to the pavilion for tea.

Jonty bowled well, but Catherine's caught behind,

because, as the light begins to fade, she starts to panic.

Help! Don't pack away, let me have a look and see what you've got.

As a cast-iron lion planter is lifted into the van,

Catherine shows interest and gets an instant price drop,

£160 down to 125.

Do I just take a huge risk?

Huge, huge risk, like, mammoth risk?

The field is emptying fast, and Catherine doesn't have much choice.

£110 I paid for this,

but I bought it because there's nothing else here.

And I'm desperate.

And that's what the showdown does, people!

Desperation after just two buys. The next three rounds could break her.

Both our wheeler dealers arrived in Lincolnshire

with their full budget of £1,000 of their own money.

Two straightforward purchases for Jonty The Hitman cost him £108,

leaving £892 still to spend.

After some hard haggling and a last-minute purchase,

Cunning Catherine has spent almost twice as much bang on £200,

leaving £800 in her kitty.

How much further can we push our premium pair?

Round two is The Auction and our knights of the knick-knack

have ridden to the Stroud Auction Rooms in Gloucestershire,

where there's nearly 700 lovely lots to joust for.

This could be Catherine's round.

By trade, she's an auctioneer, so she knows all the tricks.

Before the bidding, our auction hawks have a look round.

The Hitman dives straight away on a cloisonne Chinese censer.

Now this is really very good quality.

I like this sort of silver or gold amounted rim, metal rims to it.

And that makes that probably 18th century.

Now, sitting beside something that's Chinese is an Indian gentleman,

carved, polychrome Indian gentleman. Now, polychrome is a very smart word

for saying multicoloured. So he is just a bundle of fun.

Now, Cunning Catherine has clocked a collection of tortoiseshell purses.

But, when one she likes comes up,

she makes an uncharacteristically sheepish bid.

-For 130, I'm selling...

-125?

Yep, I'll do 125. 125?

Do I see 130 anywhere?

Selling, then, for 125...

HAMMER THUDS

So, no reason for nerves.

Including the auction fees, the purse's price tag is £147.50.

It's so beautiful, such nice quality, central silver inlay, there,

flanked by buckles.

I think it's so pretty, and it's lovely inside.

Blue silk lining in rather nice condition.

Catherine presses ahead, but The Hitman soon returns fire.

He buys the Indian statue for £33.04,

but there's no time to celebrate.

The very next lot is the Chinese censer.

And the big man is ready to bid big.

I'm going to have a good punt on this.

£80 I have, £80. 85, bid? 90?

It's a bargain at £90, is it? 95, thank you, front row.

£100 bid at 100. 110.

120. 130. 140. 150.

160. 170. 180.

190. 200.

-It's getting serious.

-260. 280.

-300.

-How high will he go?

360. 380.

400?

400, I'm bid. And selling at £400...

HAMMER THUDS

So that's a lot of money invested. I think it's a beautiful object.

I've now got the hard work of selling it.

Yes, it's a whopper of an item.

The 18th century Chinese censer costs him a total of £472.

But Cunning Catherine's not worried.

She's a master of this saleroom,

and her second item costs nothing like £400.

Try £14.16 for a box of glassware.

What I really like is this blue ships decanter.

I think that's quite a nice piece, there's no real age to it,

but it's got a lovely shape to it, a nice colour,

and I think there's some profit there.

There's no real treasures in here, as such,

but I will definitely make myself some serious profit.

Yeah, go, Catherine.

The confidence is back and brimming, and with two rounds down,

let's tot up the halfway figures.

Our duellists both started with £1,000

of their own money to spend.

The auction cost Jonty big-time half his total pot.

He's now spent over £613,

leaving less than £387 in his kitty for the next two rounds.

The home fixture suited Catherine very well.

All up, she spent almost £362,

so has over £638 for the rest of the showdown.

Next up, round three is The Car Boot.

And our big hitters have come to Marks Tey in Essex,

where Catherine strikes gold in a flash.

She picks up a penknife for £10, and it's no ordinary item.

Now this is an absolute beauty.

I am so excited about this.

We've got a lady's late Victorian penknife.

Quite unusual for a lady to have something like this in her handbag.

That's beautifully hallmarked there, on the blade.

And it's got all these other accessories, ivory and silver.

Fabulous piece.

I am absolutely thrilled with this, and I only paid £10.

Bargain.

What a start. Catherine roars into the lead.

But Jonty's brawn is brewing...

Wow, look at that.

..with a teapot that can only be described as individual.

Auld lang syne. That's for a Scotsman with no taste.

Look at that!

The teapot comes with a matching sugar pot.

Look at that.

Somebody's even taken the time and trouble to restore this.

See the slightly different colour there? That's restorational work.

Isn't that amazing? Who would buy that?

Yes, it's a good question, who would buy that?

Well, it's now time to exclusively reveal the new owner is...

You've guessed it, our very own Jonty 'The Hitman' Hearnden.

He gets it for half the asking price, paying £10.

I have just gone insane, I have lost my marbles.

I have bought the most ugly teapot and sugar bowl.

The sugar bowl's even restored. What was I thinking?

I've gone mad.

Oh, dear, The Hitman has lost his way.

Thank goodness one of our devilish dealers

still seems to have their wits about them.

Ow!

I just shut my finger in the box!

So we've got a set of knives here.

Now, you can see they've all got on them EPNS,

so electroplated nickel silver.

All silver-plated. We've got a set of spoons, as well.

We've got the tea strainer and the sugar tongs,

all in a nice little presentation case.

It's got the style of 1930s, but I'm thinking it's probably later, 1950s.

And all of them have got this yellow Bakelite handle.

Are you happy to take ten on them?

-If you're going to push me to ten, I'll take ten.

-Push you to ten?

-Can I push you to eight?

-No. You can't.

You don't look like a man who's going to move much.

£10 it is, and for the first time in this epic encounter,

Catherine is done and dusted before The Hitman.

As the car-booters start to head home,

it's Jonty who's now panicking.

You're going to have tempt me with something to buy from your stand,

because I can see everybody closing up.

-What about these large vases here?

-'60s West German, Scheurich.

-Best factories.

-What's the price on those?

-The absolute best, 25 the pair.

-25 the pair?

-Yeah.

It should be 35, 25 if you want to try and make a shilling.

Jonty tries to get another few bob off, but there's no more movement,

and even though one of the vases resembles a pineapple,

Jonty goes for the death. £25.

And that is where the car boot slams shut.

So, after round three, how are our riffling ruffians getting on?

They both kicked off the showdown with £1,000 of their own cash.

Jonty The Hitman has now racked up £648.04 of spending,

and has nearly £352 left for the final round.

Cunning Catherine Southon's had a cheap time.

Our golden girl's up to £381.66, leaving over £618 in her kitty.

And so it all comes down to this - round four, The Foreign Market.

Our trading twosome are at an antiques market

in the centre of Paris, ready to bust a gut to bring home

the bargains.

As they meet, Cunning Catherine is in fighting spirit.

I'm going to buy two very special items that will make you weep.

Weep? OK, what, weep because they're no delectably saleable?

Or weep because, um, they're not?

-No, weep because they're going to be so profitable and just special.

-Mm.

Let battle commence!

Our redcoat charges off to force the French into antiques retreat,

but General Jonty is first to attack with a bronze tray

commemorating the Paris Olympics.

I will take it for 35.

Yeah? No, I can't. 35. 35?

-OK, deal.

-Yeah? Very good, OK.

Of course, they're working in euros.

Convert that back into pounds and the trade costs The Hitman £31.82.

This is very typically Continental.

The Germans made very similar kind of dishes.

This sort of form, this sort of designware appeared on the market

in the late 19th century, through into the early 20th century,

so with a date 1924, that's absolutely fine.

So, what I'm going to do with this object

is put him straight into a UK auction sale.

Mm, a man with a plan.

Now, Colonel Catherine is using her officer class

to come up with something to leave The Hitman a blubbering wreck.

This is like a little atomiser. So a little perfume holder.

You put your perfume inside here...

..and then you just...

See, that's the sort of thing that I'm looking for,

but more exciting and more decorative.

And that is 55 euros, which is quite a lot of money.

When pressed, the stallholder drops to 25 euros, more than half off.

Incredibly, our cunning Cat is still unconvinced.

Madame, merci...

Time's ticking, Southon. Have you bought your bargains yet?

Am I crying? Not yet.

Will we see The Hitman howl?

As our golden girl scours the market,

Jonty's admiring another item.

I'm just looking at a bedside alarm clock here,

and it's just slightly different.

I really like that very much.

So it's 50 euros at the moment.

If I can get that down for a slightly less price,

I think that's probably worth a go.

Monsieur, s'il vous plait. Dernier prix?

40. Quarante.

-30?

-No.

-OK.

-Trente cinq. Trente cinq, OK?

-OK.

35 euros does it, the clock cost £31.82,

and that's Jonty's last item bought.

Give the man a croissant.

Now, Catherine is yet to make a purchase.

She comes across a silver plate cigar box from a French airline.

When she hears the asking price of 150 euros,

-Catherine sounds shocked.

-SHE GASPS

But she's a determined dealer.

It's in beautiful condition, but could you come down a bit more?

-For me?

-For you?

-Your friend.

-My friend?

-Yeah.

We could be good friends.

Best price, 100.

Best, best, best price for you. Only.

Mm...

In England, it will be hard to sell.

-90?

-90? 100.

No, we said 90, we said friends. Friends...

-You. Me. Friends.

-Friends.

-90.

-OK, for you.

-For me?

Cunning Catherine, an immovable money machine.

The box sets her back £81.82.

But even though she looks excited, she does have her reservations.

One, it's an Air France piece that I'm going to be selling in England,

and two, it's connected with smoking,

which isn't the easiest thing to sell.

But, nevertheless, it is unusual, it's a nice piece,

good quality in fantastic condition, so it's got to be a winner.

Hasn't it?

Well, we can't hear The Hitman sobbing just yet.

Anyway, Cunning Catherine heads back to the atomiser.

Last we heard, the lady dropped her price to 25 Euros.

Can we say vingt? Vingt?

Oui? Vingt? Oui?

Vingt, merci.

Yes, the shrug shows the lady's been beaten.

20 euros for the atomiser is £18.18.

-Au revoir.

-Au revoir, madame. Merci.

It's au revoir, madame, and au revoir, France.

The four rounds have finished eight epic items apiece.

So, who wound up spending what?

Both our bargain busters went into battle

with £1,000 of their own money.

Cunning Catherine haggled hard

and spent less than half her budget, nearly £482.

But Jonty The Hitman punched hard.

All up, he spent almost £712.

But that was just the investment.

Now they need to turn that into big, fat profits.

So, how are our fighters feeling?

Cards on the table now. How do you really think you've done?

Well, I'm just staggered about the eclectic mix of goodies I purchased.

I bought sporting memorabilia,

I bought items from the Orient,

-I bought an aeroplane.

-I love your plane.

-Do you like my aeroplane?

-I do.

I think that was a really good buy,

and I'm jealous that I didn't find it first,

cos I think that's going to do rather well.

It's fun, that's why I like it, I like fun things.

Well, I'm quite pleased with my items.

Campaign chest, I like, and I did well at the boot fair.

-Both my items, £10. I've nailed them, definitely.

-Oh.

Definitely a profit there.

I got some gems in that car-boot sale, I can tell you.

My mad Scottish teapot and sugar bowl. That's completely insane.

Oh, that was rubbish, I have to say. Sorry, but that was rubbish.

-You're being rude.

-And also those German vases.

-Interesting.

Not everyone's going to like those.

No, you're right. Not a lot of people will like those at all, Jonty,

-but best of luck.

-Yes.

-Bonne chance.

We've done the easy thing, which is buying.

Now you've got to sell.

Yes, he got that right.

Jonty and Catherine have just one final attempt to win big,

take all the glory and stand back

and watch their rival's reputation ruined.

There's no room for sentimentality.

From here on, it's all about giving your all or giving up.

I am going to pull out all the stops.

I'm going to contact every single person I can possibly think of,

and I'm going to beat Jonty.

And it's not just the selling, oh, no. That would be far too simple.

There's an almighty roadblock ahead

in the shape of the showdown auction,

where our dealers lose all control and can only put themselves

in the hands of the auctioneer and his customers.

So, first, our precious pair

must work out which of their purchases will go under the hammer.

For The Hitman, it'll be a tray

commemorating the 1924 Paris Olympics,

the retro French enamel alarm clock,

an Indian carved, lacquered wooden statue, and the Scheurich German vases.

Which means he'll need to arrange private sales

for the auld lang syne tea and sugar pots,

the 18th century Chinese censer,

the 1960s signed cricket set,

and the miniature Art Deco silver plane.

So, hopefully, big sale, big profits.

In order to maximise her moolah,

Cunning Catherine has decided which of her pieces will go to auction.

The French silver-plated cigar box,

the campaign chest,

the cast-iron lion planter,

and the Victorian lady's penknife.

Which means she'll be chasing private sales

for her box of mixed glassware,

the atomiser,

the set of 1950s silver-plated cutlery,

and the 19th century tortoiseshell purse.

So our brave barterers set to,

lining up their sales knowing that no deal is truly sealed

until they've shaken on it and the money has changed hands.

And it's the first lady of cunning who gets off to a flying start.

Faster than a speeding bullet,

she makes £10 selling a piece of glassware at the local WI.

That means she needs to sell the rest of the box

for £4.16 in order to break even.

She has high hopes for Yasmin, a glass and ceramics dealer.

I like the coloured glass a lot.

How would 150 sound, on the lot?

Ooh, 150? That's a bit steep. I was thinking more 100.

Can we, say, meet in the middle at 120?

That's more your middle than my middle.

-OK, 120.

-Are you happy with that?

-Yes.

-Let's put it there, then.

What an incredible start. Including the single piece sold earlier,

Catherine polishes up a total profit of £115.84.

But The Hitman is preparing for take off too. He's brought his £60 miniature plane

to Wallingford, to meet one of his dealer contacts.

Siobhan specialises in silver.

-Let's have a look.

-It's a little biplane.

I done a bit of research actually. I bought this recently. It's a seaplane.

So if you look on the underside, it hasn't got wheels, it's got skis.

Oh, yes, of course. Is it English?

Um, it's not hallmarked. It says silver on there,

so I'm assuming that it's not particularly old.

Price, I'm looking for 120 quid for my plane.

Ouch.

Does that hurt?

-Yeah.

-110.

-Still too steep.

Go on, then, what's your price?

-I'll do 90.

-95?

Go on. You know you can.

-OK.

-95?

-95.

What a star you are, thank you very much indeed.

A bumpy ride, but The Hitman finished with a smooth landing.

The silver plane makes a profit of £35.

But The Hitman hits some turbulence

with his 18th century Chinese censer.

After some research,

Jonty thinks it's actually 19th century Japanese,

and therefore not worth as much as he thought originally.

The auction house where he bought it stands by its original description.

But as an act of goodwill,

they offer to give Jonty a full refund of £472.

So, he's not lost anything,

but he's left with one less item to make a profit on.

A spoonful of sugar, though, comes in the form of failure for Catherine.

She sells her atomiser for just £15

and makes our first loss of the day, of £3.18.

But she's hoping to make a stash of cash from her next item,

the tortoiseshell purse.

She travels to Uckfield to meet collector Jackie.

Catherine's purse dates from the early 1800s,

so it's exempt from the 20th century laws on the sale of tortoiseshell.

Oh, Catherine. It's absolutely beautiful.

I think the detail of these, sort of, almost like straps,

are just absolutely beautiful. So it's like inlaid with silver,

-and the blonde tortoiseshell on there.

-Yes.

It's glorious, it's almost like topaz,

it's so light in places, isn't it?

-It is beautiful.

-Do you love it?

It's absolutely glorious.

I've never seen a tortoiseshell purse before.

Well, tortoiseshell and silver. It's just glorious.

With words like beautiful and glorious, Jackie's clearly keen.

But remember, Catherine paid just over £147 for the purse.

Ideally I'd like around the sort of £250 mark,

but what do you think?

-200 would be better.

-200...

Is there any leeway there, any way we can sort of meet in the middle a bit?

Would you take 210?

210?

210, I think that's a fair price,

I think 210 is fair. I'd be happy with that.

Another superb sale for Catherine.

The purse rings in a profit of £62.50.

Catherine is pushing ahead, but The Hitman shouldn't be underestimated.

He thinks he's found a buyer for his individual Scottish teapot

and sugar bowl.

-Looking forward to this one.

-Yeah, so are we, Hitman.

But, will potential buyer Rhona love them just the way they are?

# Don't go trying

# Some new fashion

# I love you just the way you are. #

Don't look at it yet. Your eyes closed...and open.

SHE LAUGHS

-Where did you find those?

-A-ha!

That's my secret. What do you think?

They are horrible, aren't they?

-Be honest(!)

-But they're fun.

THEY LAUGH

-Would you part with £30 for this set?

-£30?!

-Yes. Worth every penny.

Are you going to throw in any tea bags for this?

That would up the price even more.

Would you take 20?

What about halfway, what about 25?

-OK. 25.

-Yes?

-Yes.

-25 quid.

-Perfect, Rhona.

-You've got a deal.

Rhona is clearly a very generous woman.

Somehow Jonty's tasty teapot pours a profit of £15.

But he's still falling short of Catherine,

who only has her set of cutlery left to sell privately.

She's in the heart of London's Soho to visit a cafe hidden above a pub.

The owner Alastair collects tea-related items.

This is beautiful actually, cos you've also got...

Oh, good. Have it! Have it.

-You've got the tea strainer as well, which is really pretty.

-Oh, good.

And it sits in the box really nicely, all the form is there.

-Oh, I'm so proud that you love it.

-I think they're lovely, very nice.

Interested in buying them?

-Interested in buying them?

-What about £60?

HE WINCES

Ouch. You see, I would buy a whole set of china.

Maximum I'd normally pay is about 20, £25.

Not wishing to be too disingenuous,

40...45?

45...

-45... Can we say 50?

-50?

-And that would be wonderful.

-We'll go with 50.

Our golden girl is on fire.

The tea set makes a mighty profit of £40.

But Jonty isn't bothered.

In fact, he's feeling "all white" about his cricket set that cost £48.

He's brought it to Nottingham to see Holly,

who works for an events company that also auctions

sporting memorabilia for charity.

150 quid has to be a bargain. What do you think?

You've got to think, I've got to cover our costs and make money

for the charities when we sell them on.

-OK. Name your price, madam.

-80?

What about 100?

-Go on, then, I'll meet you in the middle at 100.

-Yeah?

-Yep.

Oh, Holly bowled a googly there, but it's a great shot in profit terms.

The cricket set made £52.

As our own sporting icons prepare themselves

for the onslaught to come,

let's tot up the tournament totals so far.

Jonty The Hitman Hearnden had an early disappointment

with his censer. But with three other items sold,

he's made an admirable profit of £102.

But at this stage, it's Catherine's game.

Four items down and a mighty profit of £215.16.

Our warriors' fate is at the mercy of the terrifying showdown auction.

The Hitman and his cunning counterpart

have picked the purchases they think will do best under the hammer,

and they can do no more.

Now, it's all up to the auctioneer and the bidders

at a saleroom in Market Harborough.

To make it even scarier, there's no reserved prices.

This must be Catherine's planter.

Perfect place to be sold outside here...

..among all the other rusting implements and objects.

This Jonty's little enamel clock.

Generally speaking, it's got a lovely look to it.

I think it's going to be a winner.

(Shame.)

Catherine's penknife.

It's a tiny thing, and it's probably going to be a tiny profit.

This is what I call the nice thing.

I wouldn't say it's the greatest quality,

but it's a really nice theme, the Olympics.

And I think this is going to do well for Jonty.

A-ha, here are my German vases.

Now I remember at the time feeling rather pleased with myself

when I bought them at £25.

Now, I'm feeling a little nervous,

because I'm not sure whether I'm going to make a profit or not.

I bought it because I actually thought it was Continental silver.

Having had a closer look at the marks, it's actually silver plate.

So I don't hold out a huge amount of hope on this one.

She paid 90 quid for this, and last time I saw it,

it was a damp piece of soggy timber.

It's thawed out, it's dried out.

And at £90, she might be in for a profit.

Indian carved figure with broken hands and chipped paint...

It might make a profit.

(I don't think so, though.)

(Well, let's see if she's right,)

because the auction is soon under way,

and the Indian man is the first of our luscious lots under offer.

So, can our contentious couple put Catherine's cruel comments aside?

You know I'm only joking, don't you, Jonty? I love it passionately.

I can tell(!)

(She's lying.)

Right, this is it.

The statue stands, Jonty, at £33.

And lot 54, bidding opens here for £20.

-20.

-£20, I'm bidding at £20.

20 bid here waiting for you all.

Oh, Jonty.

£20 only and selling then at £20...

HAMMER THUDS

-20 was that, Jonty?

-I think that's very, very painful.

Nobody loves my Indian man.

No, we all do, it's got character.

Yeah, sadly it's a bad character for this story.

After the auction house takes its commission,

the Indian man goes into the red to the tune of £20.48.

That's a loss.

-That's a big loss.

-Yes, not a good start for The Hitman.

Let's hope he has more luck with his next lot.

-German vases.

-Mm, I shall be interested to see what these make,

cos there's quite a lot of this kind of stuff on the market.

But I do like the orange one. That's nice.

-The gone-wrong pineapple, you mean?

-The gone-wrong pineapple.

You said it, not me!

The vases cost Jonty £25 at the car boot.

Bidding opens for the two of them at £18.

I thought he was going to say 80! 18... Phew!

28, internet. 30...

£30 bid now at 30, 32...35. 38.

Are you all out in the room, then? And selling away at £38...

-38... Oh, well, you got a profit there.

-£38... Just!

-Well done.

-Thank you.

Yeah, well, don't go overboard.

The German vases germinate a profit of just £2.10.

Time for Catherine's first lot, the cigar box she's unsure about.

She paid nearly £82 for it.

It's a nice presentation piece,

it's nicely made, good quality... I'm trying to sell it here!

It's got to be worth £100, hasn't it?

-It should at least get your money back.

-I hope so.

He says with gritted teeth.

It's your chance to get your own back. We'll see what happens.

Bidding opens here at 22, 25, £28. 35.

45. 50.

-SHE MOUTHS

-£50 I'm bid, then, at £50.

5, with the internet. 60.

At £60...

Make it quick, then, at £60.

Oh, no, Jonty, that's terrible.

Deary me!

And finally, Jonty has something to smile about. Catherine's bad luck!

The cigar box makes a clunking great loss of £36.94.

I'm really sad, I thought that was...

You don't mean this, Jonty, so don't even pretend. Go away.

The showdown is wielding its power,

and the auction is really taking its toll on our titanic traders.

So can it all change with Jonty's near £32 enamel clock?

£20 I'm bid then, for the clock, at 25. 30.

5, 40. 5.

You're in profit.

50 here, with the internet. 55 in the room.

-55, bid then at 55.

-Come on, internet.

Fair warning, then, it's 55, in the room, and away at £55.

HAMMER THUDS

-55.

-Smarty pants!

-It's only a small profit.

But crucially, Hitman, it's not another loss.

The alarm clock rings in a profit of £9.02.

What about a smug face?

But Jonty can't be too self-satisfied.

His final lot is the French Olympic tray.

It sells for £45, barely scrabbling into profit territory.

After fees, he makes the princely sum of 94p.

Yes!

So, it's all down to our cunning Cat now,

and she's hoping to turn this game around

and start making some proper profit.

And the ivory penknife should help.

This is your star item.

-How much did you pay for this?

-I paid £10.

-That's a bargain.

It is an absolute beauty, and this is the only thing,

only thing that I think can get me out of trouble today.

Let's hope it makes lots of money for you.

Because of its age,

the knife is exempt from the laws on the sale of ivory.

So, will it live up to expectations?

Bidding opens here at £30.

40, 50. 60, 70.

80.

Come on, come on, keep going.

-£80, I'm bid at 80.

-Keep going.

-80, 90.

Yes, Come on, keep going. Keep going, please, keep going.

£90, then, last chance at 90...

-HAMMER THUDS

-Well done.

# We're in the money

# We're in the money. #

And finally, we're on to a real winner.

The penknife makes a profit of £59.12.

Is this the start of things to come for Catherine?

I've got a long way to go, I've still got two big gambles.

Yes, ain't that the truth?

And the first of those is her rain-soaked desperation buy,

the lion planter she paid £110 for.

That's a lot of money... for a rusty bird bath.

It's not rusty, it's got... sort of...character.

Ah, character. That's what she said about the Indian man.

And he lost £20!

What sort of price are they giving for scrap metal, at the moment?

-Or cast-iron?

-You are really horrible, Jonty. Come on.

Be nice to me. I need some help.

I know, I don't hold out a lot of hope for this.

-He's laughing, that worries me.

-He's sniggering.

-Even the auctioneer's sniggering!

-Great looking thing, isn't it?

-"Great looking thing?"

-He's now lying.

And bidding opens here at £20.

£20, I'm bid at 20, 30, 40, 50.

60, 70, 80, 90, 100?

-Yes.

-110, 120?

-130, 140, 150, 160.

-Yes!

170, 180, 190, 200,

220.

220 I'm bid now, 220. 240. 260. 280.

-(Wow.)

-See, I know a good planter when I see it.

-290, 300.

-Goodness me.

-I think he must... Oh, my gosh.

-320.

My gosh, I'm actually going to fall over in a minute.

Selling, then, at £320...

-Goodness gracious me!

-I'm amazed, actually.

Yeah, I think you should just give up now, Jonty.

Yes, it's the shock of the day. The lion planter roars away

the king of the saleroom, with a profit of £144.96.

I thought that was going to probably go for about, I don't know, £90?

80, 90. I'm really, really surprised.

I'm amazed you even got your money back,

but that's on the internet, as well.

-Goodness gracious me!

-You wait till they see it.

Catherine has stolen the showdown auction. But it's not over yet.

It's getting late,

but our leading lady still has one of her gamble items to go.

It's the campaign chest.

I hope, secretly, this is going to sell for minus £90.

Then I stand a chance.

Not much chance of that, big man.

£70.

£80 I'm bid, then, at 80.

90. 100.

Oh!

I just need, I think, one more.

-110.

-120, new bidding. 130. 140.

-Yes!

-You're in.

-Yes!

140 in the room, at 140.

150, with the internet, 160 in the room. Selling at 160...

Amazing.

And what a way to end!

The campaign chest comes up trumps for our princess of profit,

£35.68 to add to her total.

And there we have it, a mighty contest for our demon duo.

So, who's cream of the crop, and who went a bit sour?

Our prize pair each started out with £1,000 of their own cash.

Jonty The Hitman spent an impressive £711.68,

but that does include the censer that he later returned

to the auction house.

Cunning Catherine didn't spend nearly as much, just £481.66.

All of the money that Jonty and Catherine have made

will be going to charities of their choice.

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

the Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is showdown champion.

-Jonty, we meet again.

-I know.

-How are you?

-Good, thank you. And you?

-Um...

Feeling a little bit nervous, I have to say.

Oh, Jonty, come on.

-Well, I know what's happened in the auction sale.

-Mm.

And I didn't do too well at all.

But what about the things you've sold?

Well, I sold my cricket set and I sold my tiny aeroplane.

Those were fine.

But everything else, a bit of a disaster.

What about you? You did well in the auction, what about the other items?

-Well, do you remember that big job lot of glass that I bought at the auction?

-Yes.

That came up trumps for me, that really did.

And the lovely little purse, the tortoiseshell purse?

-Very nice too, yes.

-Not bad.

-Oh, my word.

-I'm feeling pretty good about this.

You need to put me out of my misery.

BOTH: One, two, three...

-Oh!

-Wow! Oh, that hurts!

-Does it?

-That's a real pasting.

-Good!

After his dismal day at the auction, that's no great surprise.

But, our warring war horses have been head-to-head all week,

slugging it out in a series of challenges.

C'est bon. Oui?

So which of our premium profiteers has made the most overall?

TOGETHER: One, two, three.

Woo-hoo!

-JONTY GROANS

-You done it. Well done, you.

Well done, you.

Thank you very much. All I can say, though, it was fantastic.

I really enjoyed that.

We've had some great fun, haven't we?

-Come on, then.

-Well done, you.

Catherine truly is the queen of collectibles.

So, where's all that money going?

My chosen charity is Children With Cancer UK,

and I hope that the money that I have raised will make a difference.

My chosen charity is Footsteps, which is a local charity to me

that supports children and young adults with special needs.

It's been a week of no holds barred combat.

Our excellent experts have put their money where their mouths are

and have showed they can make a convincing profit from buying

and selling antiques when their own money is on the line.

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