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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 inside view on the secrets 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.
-We've got some work to do, let's go.
And it will be their own money
and hard-earned reputations on the line as they see
who can make the most money from buying and selling.
Get in there. Ha ha ha ha.
Today, Mark Stacey, dastardly duke of the decorative arts,
takes on Mark Franks, motormouth wheeler dealer deluxe.
Coming up, Franksy meets his match.
Will you please accept £10, pretty please?
Do you know, if you'll go, I'll take £10.
I have this effect on women!
Mark Stacey strikes car boot gold.
There's a little watercolour,
it could be a jolly good profit in that.
And the pressure gets to both our boys.
Nice to meet you, old boy.
This is Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is.
Saddle up steeplechasers, it's dealer derby day
and the thoroughbreds of the antiques world
are about to hit the turf.
First up is Brighton's pedigree antiques expert.
He's racy, he's got form and he'll always go the extra mile.
What can I say?
It's Mark 'The Maverick' Stacey.
I love collecting these novelty ice buckets.
He'll be up against London's likeliest lad,
the fast-talking wheeler dealer who can jump any hurdle.
It's Mark 'Franksy' Franks.
I think I'm going to make a real splash.
In this two-horse race the stakes just couldn't be higher
and our boys will have to use all their years of dealing experience
to be the first over the finishing line.
-You always want something for nothing, don't you?
-I do, I'm afraid.
Today, our rival warhorses are at the Ford Airfield car boot sale.
The going looks good and their mission is to hunt down
the bargain buys that they can sell on for the biggest possible profit.
You've really got to pick through this stuff to find anything worth buying.
They've each got £250 of their own money to spend
and all the profit goes to their chosen charities.
Mark Stacey and Mark Franks, it's time to
Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is.
-Good morning, Mark.
-Isn't it morning, good morning.
It is, very early for me, but I'm very uncomfortable here.
-This is your stomping ground, isn't it?
-I love a car boot sale.
-You do, I've seen you.
The bargains you can find at car boot sale
and you're more fine antiques, aren't you, and objets d'art?
Gosh, you've been looking at my profile again.
That's it. What are you looking to buy?
I'm looking to buy things obviously that are going to give me a profit,
but not small profits.
I want to see if I can find something
which is a treasure hidden amongst the trash.
Where there's muck, there's brass.
And I'm looking at things that I can restore,
so stuff that needs a bit of work, do it up and maximise potential.
-I've seen your doing up.
-You could do with a bit of a... A bit of work.
-Listen, see you later.
Yes, the barbed banter proves that
these two are far from comfy stable-mates.
While art deco expert Mark Stacey isn't used to
the bundle for a bargain approach of the boot sale,
cheeky chappy Mark Franks is in his element.
If you can't find a bargain here, you can't find your way home.
And with that, they're off.
Out they go as fast as their legs will carry them,
combing this car boot for anything that will make them a profit and
as they hit the first furlong
both our boys are completely focused on the race ahead.
It's a strong start from Stacey.
What I'm trying to do is to find maybe some really quality gem items
at very, very little money.
But Franks is looking confident.
Mark's going to be in big trouble
because he's more of a fine arts dealer
so he might do better at the auction
but here I should wipe the floor with him.
Stacey's got to move fast.
Lots of stalls to look at and I bet Mark is going to
go for his usual eccentric stuff.
I can't compete with him on that so I'm going to have to
go for the quality end and if not I'll just buy a load of old tat.
Well, Maverick, it's some sort of plan.
Mark Stacey is a fish out of water here at the car boot sale
but Mark Franks is moving through the aisles
like a bargain-hunting great white
and he's spotted something which might just float his boat.
A rubber dinghy. Fancy a trip to the seaside?
Marcus, how much is that dinghy?
I was offered £40 for it first thing this morning.
-You was offered £14, you should have took it.
No, come on, leave off.
-Best on it to you would be half price.
You've got to go back to school.
School, I never went to school in the first place. That's why I'm here.
Yes, when it comes to boot fair banter, Franksy is the master.
-Do you want a cheeky tenner, Marcus?
-We'll let it go.
Yeah? Let's do it.
-Let's do it.
He gets the dinghy down to just a quarter
of the original asking price.
This London lad is a man with a plan.
I think the dinghy is probably 40 or 50 years old.
To the right place, a nice rowing club or
perhaps down by the seaside that £10 will make a very good profit
and it's going to scare the bejeebers out of Mark Stacey.
While Franksy's sailing off with his first purchase,
the Maverick is yet to leave port.
All the pressure, his head is starting to spin.
# I'm spinning around, move out of my way. #
I'll stop playing just in case I break it.
# I'm breakin' it down. #
Plenty of modern stuff but not much old
and not much of quality so far.
# I'm spinning around. #
Mark Stacey has yet to buy.
I'm really struggling, actually.
It seems his eyes are bigger than his budget.
Chess sets are quite collectable but they're also quite expensive,
I think it'll be out of my budget.
His rival though is already homing in on item number two.
What about that?
Isn't that the strangest shaped chair you've ever seen?
Is it a love it or hate it project? I don't know.
It's going to need a lot of work but I really like it.
Let's see if I can find it at a good price.
-85, that one.
-It's quite expensive, here, isn't it?
Even he thinks the prices are rough!
How about 70? It's a lovely chair.
-It's the best thing on the market today.
You're looking at it so it must be good.
Go and get your spectacles on, are they in the front of the van?
The master of the market knows that
if he just keeps pushing he might get a better deal.
65 and I'll carry it to your car.
Go on, I'm going to take a chance on that because it's a nice thing. It needs a lot of work.
-You'll do well.
-We'll see. Thank you.
We'll buy it back if you don't. For 30.
Franksy might have met his match on the haggling
but he's bagged himself just the restoration project he set out to find.
It's got to be 80 years old of anyone's money.
I'm going to try and restore it as best as possible
because the shape will sell it.
Someone will see a wonderful shape and not a doggy old chair.
This, again, is going to scare the life out of Mark
because he won't know what I'm up to.
He's probably bought little bits of twiddly china and bits of glass.
-How much are your figures?
-Thank you very much.
Yes, but not even twiddly china can tempt the Maverick this morning.
I'd really want to pay £20 or £30 for them.
If they're still there in an hour or so time
when the car boot sale may be winding down
I'll have another go, he can only say no.
Franksy is the king of the car boot.
He's now two items up on his rival
and this top doggy is determined to have some fun.
Hello, little legs, you all right?
What's going on here, look.
I would well imagine that Mark Stacey is now frantic,
probably having a hissy fit because he can't see anything
and this is just, "Not good enough for me, I don't understand it."
Franksy knows his arch enemy only too well.
Either the stuff is like a fiver or anything decent which is
covered in dirt is 50 quid.
Mark's probably bought everything already,
he's probably spent his £250 and is having a well-earned cup of coffee.
But just when things look bleakest for our Brighton boy
there's a light in the darkness.
It's quite pretty, isn't it?
-Very cheap to you, sir.
-Yeah, how cheap?
-There we are, five pounds.
-I'd like it gift-wrapped of course.
-Is it Christmas?
At last the Maverick's found an antique that's music to his ears.
Five pounds for a hand-painted Royal Doulton cabinet plate
from about 1900, 1910.
Well, I think that's a bargain
and if I can't get £20 or £30 for that then I'm going to give up
and sell rubbish like Mark Franks.
Oh, Mr Stacey has his claws out, but Franksy couldn't be less bothered.
Mark Stacey, Mark Stacey...
No Mark Stacey, I'm afraid.
Well, he may not be blue-blooded but Brighton's finest is a king
when it comes to quality spotting, even if it's in the back of a lorry.
Now what's going on here? I do like a good rummage, don't you?
This is rather pretty, isn't it?
This is a little topographical watercolour.
This is a Victorian
crystoleum, I think, which is a sort of print on glass,
a Welsh lady having afternoon tea outside her Welsh cottage.
That's lovely, isn't it?
How much did you want for these?
Perhaps 50 for the pair?
That sounds a bit much to me.
30 for the two, cash.
-35 and you've got a deal, Mark.
-Oh, for goodness sake.
-Have you got more outside?
-You can have a quick look.
Let me have a rummage, I'll see if I can find some other things, all right?
The Maverick's not ready to part with his hard-earned just yet,
but he'd better not hang about as Franksy's steely gaze has
fallen on potential purchase number three.
What's up with that top shelf, have you replaced it?
It's got a key, it's got a key.
Franksy's spotted that the top shelf of the cabinet isn't original.
What's the betting he'll use that to try and drive the price down?
Do you want a cheeky score for it before you dump it?
No, thank you, sir.
It's going to be a long process. 21?
Go on, give us a chance.
I am, at 30. If you can't earn on that, well...
With my bad leg?
Yeah, yeah. Well, take your wallet out of your pocket.
Go on then, I'll have a go, 30 quid.
A hard haggle but Franksy bags item number three.
Right, let's have a look at what I've bought.
The most important thing by far is that the lead is not damaged.
If that was damaged it would cost a fortune to put right.
This top shelf is completely wrong and that can stay there.
This would have been made in 1930s, it's made of oak, it's on a stand,
which makes it slightly more unusual.
30 quid, the glass is worth that all day long.
Franksy is surging ahead but the Maverick's not giving up.
Another painting has set his profit radar buzzing.
-There's a little watercolour.
-Quite nice, that.
Sort of an abstract piece, isn't it, really?
-Moonrise over a lake.
Oh, by appointment to the late King George VI, so that's 52.
There might be interest there.
Could you throw in that horrible sampler with it for 50 quid?
-You always want something for nothing.
-I do, I'm afraid.
-Don't we all?
-Yes, very true.
-Can you do that?
All right, 50 quid. Perfect, thanks.
That's a mighty purchase from the Maverick.
Four pieces of art in one fell swoop.
He's levelled the game with Franksy and our Brighton boy
is chuffed to bits.
I'm secretly rather pleased with that, do you know.
I spent £50.
I really like the little Welsh crystoleum of the Welsh lady
and I love the little watercolour but it's this little
mystery watercolour that I'm most interested in finding out about.
If it is right, it could be a jolly good profit in that.
Of course I did get that little sampler
thrown in as part of the deal, it's not worth very much but it's a frame
and I might get a fiver and to beat Mark, every fiver counts.
Yes, that little wink says it all.
Will the mysterious watercolour turn out to be
the Maverick's secret weapon?
Time will tell.
It's been a hard-fought first lap around the car boot
this morning with both our thrifty thoroughbreds vying for the lead.
They each had up to £250 of their own money to spend.
The Maverick had a slow start but that's all changing.
He's now spent £55 on two deals leaving him with £195 to play with.
Franksy's led the way for most of the first half,
buying three items for £105, that leaves him with £145 still to spend.
Hang on to your rings, people, this race is about to enter its
second phase and our ruthless riders are jockeying for pole position.
I'm just off for a cup of tea, I've finished, you know,
-I've bought everything.
-No, not really.
I've bought a couple of items. How many have you bought?
I'm OK, actually, I don't need to buy any more particularly
but I want to find one more bargain if I can.
I'm not happy now.
A lot of people have been keeping them, they said they wanted me to win.
They've been keeping them back for me, they say, "We don't want that Franks to win."
-Oh really? I haven't got any friends, so er...
-I'm your friend.
-I'd better trot on, I can't stand around talking to you, see you later.
-See you later, Mark.
Riled by the return of his rival's confidence,
Franksy charges straight back into the fray.
-How many have you got there?
Has our boy just spotted a bargain?
Can't wait to see how he's going to get out of them!
I'm not worried about getting out of them, I'm worried about getting in it!
Haven't got any Vaseline, have you?
I know they're not antiques, but we're not at an antiques fair, we're at a car boot sale.
I'm here to make money, profit. I'm always looking for a different angle.
Wetsuits are expensive. These? Hmmm...
I feel the south coast coming on with my dinghy and my wetsuits,
I think I'm going to make a real splash.
With a dinghy and six wetsuits in his swag bag,
could it be that our Franksy is dreaming of a life on the ocean wave?
15 quid. Would you buy them?
Well, he's not ready to take a punt on the oars at £15,
but has spotted another potential purchase.
Do you know where Mark Stacey lives? I do. He lives in Brighton.
Now, look at that. Isn't that wicked? That's lovely old image of Brighton.
It says on the top, "A present from Brighton."
If I can buy this and go to Brighton and sell it,
especially if it's somebody he knows, that will be like putting salt into the wound.
All we've got to do is find out the price. Madame?
Je voudrais le prix, s'il vous plait!
-It's 15. It has got some age to it.
-I know, it's damaged.
Will you please accept £10 for me?
Will you please accept £10, pretty please?
-If you'll go, I'll take £10!
-I have this effect on women.
If you go, I'll take £10. OK then.
Yes, pointing out the damage on the photo frame
has sealed our likely lad his fifth deal of the day.
The image is from the Victorian times. Have a look.
This is when they used to put these little carriages down into the sea
and the ladies would get changed and step out into the sea.
All we've got to do is see Mark Stacey's best friend
or his fiercest competitor in Brighton and sell it to them.
-That's going to make him hiss.
-It's a dastardly plan.
Franksy aims to unsettle his rival by invading his home turf
and he's so chuffed with his own deviousness,
he just can't help strutting his stuff.
-What do you think of that? Good?
-That's me, just there, look.
That the nudist beach, I didn't realise that! You cheeky thing.
Fortunately, Mark Stacey is blissfully unaware of the schemes of his rival.
I don't normally do costume jewellery things,
but I always like to have a little rummage because you never know,
and I have known dealer friends who have found Victorian
diamond jewellery in the costume jewellery box.
I'm never that lucky.
But there is this little piece here, I think it's a brooch - yes, it is.
The thing that strikes me first of all is it's got quite a weird design about it.
Almost sort of...
Interplanetary, with this sort of bubbling design. It's rather avant-garde.
-How much is on the brooch?
-I've got 15 on that.
It's quite nice, isn't it?
-It's lovely. It's unusual.
-It's an unusual design.
I like it because I think a lot of these vintage things are in fashion now.
Yeah. I'm not sure of its origins but it's got a nice hallmark on it.
It's got a nice hallmark, yes.
It's a little bit much for my purposes,
I need to try and sell it on, make a bit of money on it.
-Will £10 be any good?
-I'd like 12 for it.
You're only going to get ten off me, unfortunately.
-He's taking no prisoners now.
-We can shake on ten, can't we?
Go on, force yourself. You don't want to carry such a big piece home.
-Ten is OK.
-Thanks a lot. I appreciate that.
Yes, the Maverick's gone for the delicate, decorative brooch.
Some serious arm-twisting means he's got his sixth purchase of the day for just £10.
Am I going to make a profit?
Well, I hope so.
If not, it's a nice object and I'm very pleased to have found it.
This is it. Time is running out and the finish line is in sight.
Our antiques thoroughbreds now need to dig deep
and summon up that final burst of speed.
Come on, chaps.
-This is what I'm looking at.
-That's in good condition, that.
-Take it out.
-you can't beat a bit of Little Richard.
-Do you want a bad offer?
-You normally do. Go on, then.
-How about a fiver?
-You all right?
-You shocked me.
-I've got exactly a fiver.
Pop it in there then, I've had a good day.
-Better than taking it home.
-Give us a song, how does it go?
# Tutti-frutti, oh rutti... #
What a day it's been, with both our boys jumping and jiving to get the best deals.
That's got to be worth 20 quid of anyone's money.
Franksy, the master car booter has taken on a rather stressed Maverick.
Oh, don't watch me, madam, because I've no idea what I'm buying.
# A-Wop-bop-a-loo-lop A-lop-bam-boo! #
Today's epic race is still hanging in the balance.
The deal on the record means Franksy is done for the day,
but the Maverick is still hoping for that one last hit.
These are quite fun pottery.
Sort of 1950s or 60s, I suppose. But I love them.
-£6 for the pair, how's that?
-£6 for the pair.
Well, I think those are quite fun.
I love the rich enamel. Look at the detail and colours,
bright blues and greens, and the fading of that red and white there.
They are really quite nice quality, actually.
Look for the best, like these,
and I think those are going to be really collectable in the future.
I'm going to have to try and tweak you a bit, you know.
-I know you're going to say five pounds. Go on.
-We can't say four?
-Five. Five is very cheap.
-Actually, I think that is quite reasonable.
-I'm going to have them for £5.
There's five quid, all right? Thanks very much indeed.
I think I can double up on those.
I think I can get 10 quid at least, for those. I think they are rather fun.
Yes, after a blistering gallop to the finishing line,
this buying race is done.
Our trusty traders started out with £250 of their own money to spend.
Mark "The Maverick" Stacey goes home having done four deals today,
that cost him just £70.
Mark Franksy Franks was the early leader and true to form,
he ends up with an eclectic mix of six items,
having spent a total of £130.
But, it's all about who will make the most profit.
Have you got any money left, old boy?
I've got lots of money left, and it doesn't look like you've spent much.
-You've got one record in your hand.
-I bought this little Richard single and I was hoping,
because you're considerably older than me,
you might be able to tell me what year it's from.
The insults are coming in. I thought you'd know that, Mark.
-What's the plate?
-Actually, I can't believe it, it's Doulton.
-It's signed. Lovely little subject, for a fiver.
-There's a profit there though, Mark.
-But that is nice, I've got to be honest. What's that?
I actually like this. I don't know. I've got a lot of research to do.
-I bought it because it's got an Agnew's label on the back.
-I like that.
-I like that a lot. Tell you what I really like.
-Oh, no! Oh, you rotter!
I'm going to go down to your home town and if there's any dealers
you don't like, I'm going to find them and sell it to them.
You do this to try and unnerve me. But it won't work, Mr Franks.
# A-Wop-bop-a-loo-lop A-lop-bam-boo! #
Franksy and his Maverick rival must now swap their jockey's hats
for thinking caps, because this is where the going gets really tough.
Buying the booty was just the beginning of today's bonanza.
Now it's time to sort the dealers from the deadbeats,
as the two Marks compete to turn top dollar on their car-boot curios in a deadly duel for today's crown.
Sitting pretty on the south coast,
Mark "The Maverick" Stacey is plotting over his prize purchasers.
I did manage, I think, is to find one or two little gems.
The Doulton plate, hand-painted by an artist called A Dicks.
It was only a fiver - I mean, it's got to be a profit.
And then my range of pictures, and I keep looking at these
and thinking, "Why, oh why did I buy these?"
The key to the success is this watercolour by Leslie Worth.
It's the thing that might wipe the smug smile off Mark Franks's face.
But as you know, in this business, what something is worth
and what you get for it are two very different things.
Yes, wise words from the Maverick, who knows that no deal
is cut and dried until that final handshake.
Up in the big smoke, Franksy is getting fired up.
Now, the car boot sale was a lot more difficult than I expected.
The weather forecast was bad, so less dealers actually turned up.
But what I did buy, I'm really pleased with. Let me show you this.
Souvenir from Brighton - what a smashing little image.
Also, Little Richard. What a great little single.
I don't remember these, I'm far too young.
It's from the '50s, and I think that's got a good chance.
Now, the wetsuits and the boat.
Tenner each - there's definitely got to be a profit.
But my favourite item by far is that chair. That is a cracking piece.
Basically, I see money, money, money.
Mark Stacey, you should be very worried.
Fighting talk from our London lad.
But now, it's time to turn all that talk into antique-selling action.
The Maverick is first into the fray,
aiming for a potential sale of the enamel dishes he bought for just £5.
He's invited collector and part-time dealer, Paula,
round to his Brighton HQ.
-I'm fine, thank you. How are you?
-Fantastic. I want to show you these.
They're rather sweet, aren't they?
They scream 50s, don't they?
I think they're really good quality,
-looking at the detail of the enamelling.
-They're lovely actually.
-And it looks like they're signed.
-I only get quality Paula.
-What were you thinking?
I was thinking something like 15, the pair.
What about 10?
-You think you could go to 12?
-OK, we'll go to 12.
-Are you sure?
-Yeah. That's fine.
-They're your sort of thing. You like this sort of stuff, don't you?
The Maverick's dished up a £7 profit on the dishes
but stop the press, he's not done yet.
I also want to show you this.
-Something completely different, Paula.
-That's rather nice, isn't it?
-It's a great English name, Doulton.
-The mark is 1902-1932.
The Doulton plate cost the Maverick £5 at the boot fair.
I was thinking if I was going to put that into my shop
then I'd easily put between £30 and £40.
-I'm not saying I'd get that.
So for me you would do that between 15 and 20, wouldn't you?
For you, I'd be happy to let you have it for 15.
-I'll agree to 15 then, that's fine.
-That will look nice on my dresser.
-I think that's perfect.
-Thank you very much, Paula.
-Thank you, Mark.
The plate serves up a pretty profit of £10.
I think we're cooking on gas, don't you?
It's the first two sales to the Brighton boy and he's only just getting started.
He's taking the silver brooch he bought for £10 to his local cafe
to show it to his friend, William.
-Oh my goodness, that's beautiful, isn't it?
-I'll do it for 18.
-18 it is.
-And the Maverick pins down an £8 profit on the brooch.
The Duke of all things decorative is off to an almighty start.
But what of our white hot wheeler-dealer?
Franksy is hoping to open by selling the inflatable dinghy
which cost him £10 and he's come to Tadworth to try and do it.
But what on earth is he doing here, at Kelly and Josie's grooming parlour for doggies?
-What's this one called?
-Obviously! And this one?
This is Elwood. He's our meeter and greeter, he's a Boston terrier.
Nice to meet you, old boy. So is this what you do here?
-You spoil doggies?
-Beautify animals, yeah.
The thing you haven't got here is a swimming pool facility.
We don't have that facility at the moment, no.
-Well, I brought this big dinghy. Let me show you.
It needs a clean but that's not a big deal.
If you blew it up and put water in the middle of it,
they can have a little paddle.
-They could do.
-In their bikinis.
-We do bikinis.
-We like a bikini, don't we, yes?
-How would 80 quid grab you?
-I would have thought 40.
-Let's halve it.
-Can we do better than 40, 40 is a bit mean?
-And we're not mean in here.
As a special deal I will do you £60 but an extra £5 if you walk
my beautiful Chihuahua around the village. Deal?
OK, deal. Thank you.
Franksy's just sailed away with a whopping £55 profit on the dinghy
but his work here isn't done yet.
No number twos!
If there is, they're going straight back. Come on, ladies and gents.
# Walk like a man Fast as I can
# Walk like a man from you...#
This is doing my street cred no good at all!
Well, he might not be Barbara Woodhouse
but that's a cracking opener from Franksy,
instantly smashing the Maverick's lead.
But Mr Stacey is taking the tapestry, which cost him just £5,
to a needlework and wool shop in Brighton to meet owner, Deborah.
This struck me as something that was made about 40 years ago, or so.
I bought it as a part of a consignment.
You've seen it in the flesh, what appeals to you about it?
I love the colours, the flowers, I just thought it was very pretty.
It would be something my mother would love.
-So you're buying it for a present?
I was hoping to get around 30 to £40 for it.
Now you've seen it in the flesh,
is it something you'd be interested in?
Yes, it's in very good condition.
I was thinking of offering you about 35.
Yes, well, I'm delighted with £35. So thank you very much.
Mark stitches up a swift £30 profit.
But it looks like this little victory is going to be short-lived
because his worst nightmare could be about to come true.
An enemy Franksy has landed!
Here I am in Brighton.
Mark Stacey antiques and he's not here! Where is he?
Is he making money? I can't stop and talk, I must go!
Ooh, the audacity!
Our London lad's trying to beat the Maverick on his home turf.
He's heading to a boutique hotel to meet owner, Mick.
# Hoots man!
# There's a moose loose about this hoose. #
And he's hoping to sell him the Brighton souvenir
he snapped up for just £10.
I just had a quick look round the hallway and I spotted a gap, there's a space.
-What about that?
-Brilliant. That's lovely.
-When's that from?
-It's about 1950s, it would be a souvenir thing,
the picture is earlier, that's a picture of the bathing huts
which they dragged down to the beach
because the ladies didn't want to be seen.
-Yeah, it would fit here, definitely.
-Is it worth 100 quid to you?
I was expecting it to be bigger.
You need magnifying glasses on it, it would look bigger!
I'd like to have started at the 50 end.
Can I push you on a bit more and try you for 60?
-55? Would you go for that?
-Go on, then.
Franksy's used all his persuasive powers
to pull off a whopping £45 profit.
Portion of chips on the beach? Don't mind if I do!
Yes, he does fly close to the edge, that Franksy.
Anyway, it's time to find out how our antiques adventurers are faring.
Mark "The Maverick" Stacey has so far sold four items,
making a healthy profit of £55.
Mark "Franksy" Franks has sealed just two deals
but he's turned a bigger profit of £100.
After a great start, Mark Stacey is now behind his rival
in the selling stakes.
But ever the tactician, he's got a secret weapon up his sleeve.
You know I got very excited about this
when I bought it at the car boot sale and I contacted Agnew's
in London and they very kindly got back to me quite quickly
and said, yes, this was sold at an exhibition
of Leslie Worth's work in 1967.
This could potentially give me a very good profit.
Well, crack on then, Mr S,
because right now it's Franksy who's out in front
and he's doing the Hot Shoe Shuffle round his next potential sale in west London.
Here we are, Portobello Road in the place to be.
I've got a mate who's got a record stall down here
and his knowledge is second to none.
I'm going to try and sell him this Little Richard record
I bought at the car-boot sale. Come and see how I get on.
The record cost Franksy £5.
So can he sell it to dealer, Darren, for a price that's music to his ears?
-Darren. How you doing, mate?
-Good to see you. What you got for me?
-# Tutti-frutti, oh rutti... #
-At least it's a lovely cover.
-The first issue, 1071.
-Just what I thought.
I was looking on the back here and down the bottom it says HD57/5.
-Does that mean 1957?
-It does mean 1957.
It was released in May
but the first issue of this was released a month earlier.
You've got a mauve cover where Little Richard is in mauve, not red.
The label itself was issued as a gold label, not a silver label.
So it's still really collectible
and collectors are buying the golds and the silvers.
And with the condition as well, it's a very nice item.
It is a great record. Would you be interested in buying it?
I'd always be interested in buying it.
-We could really only offer in the business about £25.
What about 30 and I will buy you a coffee? Or tea.
-We'll agree on 30 and you can buy me a cup of tea!
-You're a star!
The tea costs Mark £1.50,
but he still makes a profit on the record of £23.50!
No wonder he's jumping for joy! Or is that supposed to be dancing?!
Down South, the Maverick is bringing out the big guns
in his bid to annihilate Mr Franks.
He's armed himself with a Leslie Worth watercolour.
I've brought my quality picture to a quality area
just outside Brighton to Michelle and Ian.
I've actually shown them this item.
They've had a little time to consider it, they've rung me
and said they are interested in buying it,
will I get the full potential?
Let's hope so. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
The painting cost the Maverick a mere £20.
From the very beginning he's believed in its pedigree
but will his friend Michelle agree with him?
I have to say, the reason I bought it,
I'd never heard of the artist at all, Leslie Worth.
The thing that really struck me was this label.
In terms of antiques and art dealing,
this firm are right up there.
I did some research on the artist, as well,
and found out it's a post-war artist and quite collectable.
But his work is very, I suppose, abstract.
It has got that sort of look of Turner about it.
It'll go beautifully in our bedroom, actually,
we've got a grey shade of wall, so it would look really lovely there.
-I'm getting the feeling you quite like it.
-I do like it.
I said to you roughly that I was looking for
between £200 and £300 for it.
What's that in your budget?
I'm veering more towards the 200.
I think a fair compromise would be around 250.
-I'm happy to compromise on 250.
-Are you sure?
I think Arthur's happy to compromise at 250.
Do you like this picture, Arthur?
I'm quite pleased he's happy to compromise,
cos I don't want to get on the wrong side of him.
Mark's faith in the painting is vindicated.
Come on, show us where it's going to go, Arthur.
A profit of £230 is more than ten times the price he paid for it.
What a comeback!
Well, you know what they say, the sun always shines on the righteous
and this is a righteous profit for that picture, Mark Franks.
Yes, that one magnificent deal puts the Maverick way out in front,
and with the clock ticking old Franksy needs to pull
something pretty spectacular out of the bag.
He's in Surrey hoping that fellow dealer Gavin
will like the look of the Cabinet he bought for £30.
There you are, Gav. What a wonderful, wonderful item.
Yeah, it's very nice.
And all the leadwork's good, which is nice, because if that's damaged...
It's too expensive to get it replaced now.
-Each one of those would be about £30.
-Wow, can you imagine?
I'd like to pay you £70 for it.
Would you go any further?
That means "75, Mark, not 80," am I right?
Not 80, definitely!
I know you too well. Top man, sold.
Yes, Franksy knows that a £45 profit is not to be sniffed at.
Well, as my dear old father used to say, "A profit's a profit, boy."
And that was a profit - not the best profit and the world,
I'm not going to get rich, but Gavin's a man who says a price
and you don't often get him to move.
He knows what it's worth, he knows what he's going to get for it.
Everyone's a winner, it's now night time, I'm going to bed, good night.
This is turning into a real tussle.
The Maverick is desperate to sell his last two remaining pictures
and he's come to the Hungerford Antiques Arcade in Berkshire
to see if he can get any interest from dealer Pauline.
Can I try and flog these to you at a bargain basement price?
I'll even get my secret book out.
I paid 15 and 10.
Now, can I possibly make a pound or two profit on those from you?
I'm desperate, I need to sell them, I need to sell them today!
So what are you looking for?
I'd like to make £3 on them. £28 for the two.
-I'll give you 28 for them.
-28, you've got a deal.
It's a modest £3 profit,
but at least Mark has sold them within the selling deadline.
It's done! Everything is sold!
The Maverick thinks it's all over,
but Franksy can't rest on his laurels just yet -
he's still got two purchases left to sell.
Do you remember the wetsuits I bought at the car boot sale?
I paid a tenner for the whole lot. I've tried selling them everywhere.
I've gone down the Thames, I've been on the phone to the south coast,
I've tried ski schools, dive clubs, canoeing clubs,
I've tried everyone.
Do you know what? I can't sell them, but I know a woman who can -
Christine is the top auctioneer in this area
and she doesn't stand for any messing around,
so, let's go and see how she gets on.
For a man who likes to do his deals face-to-face, it's an unusual tactic,
but at this late stage he's got to get any profit he can.
-They look nice.
Five full body wetsuits.
£30? back of the room at 30.
32, 34, 36...
Are you all done for the wetsuits at £40?
I should have come here first.
Against the odds, Franksy has swum away with a £21.84 profit
after auction fees, and that just leaves his spider web chair.
At £65, the chair was Franksy's most expensive purchase,
and his plan was to have it restored before selling it on for maximum profit.
He's come to seek antique upholsterer John
to see what he can do, but time is ticking away.
There's more work than I thought.
The back is broken, so there is quite a bit of work,
once I've done that I have to re-upholster it and re-cover it.
Time's running out, John, can you do a night shift for me or something?
I don't think so, mate, unfortunately.
-No, I haven't got time to do this now for you.
Oh, that's crushing news, but Franksy is not beaten yet.
If you haven't got the chance to do it,
I'm not going to be able to sell it, is it something you'd buy?
-Cos I'm in a bit of trouble here now.
-I'll make you an offer for £70, mate.
Mmm, that's just five £5 than he paid for it.
Can you go a little bit more?
only a tenner, mate, £80 would be my maximum.
£80, and if you make a fortune you take me out and buy me a pint.
-Will do, mate.
-Deal. Thanks, John.
Our London lad seals the deal on the chair for £15 profit.
It may not have been the big restoration project he was aiming for,
but Mark Franks is all sold up and just in the nick of time.
Today's challenge is now over,
and with all the purchased pieces having found new homes,
we'll soon find out which of our dealers is to be crowned king of the car boot.
Both our boys started this contest with £250 of their own money to spend.
The Maverick did four deals for just £70.
While Franksy spent almost double - £130 on six purchases.
Now the only thing that matters is who has made the most profit.
All the money the two Marks have made today will go
to the charities of their choice, so let's find out who is today's
Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is champion.
Ah, Mr Stacey, welcome to my humble abode.
Oh, Mark number two, you're ever the wit, aren't you? Ever the wit.
The car boot sale, how did you get on?
I tell you what, it wasn't that easy but it was good fun.
-Remember the rubber dinghy?
I sold it to a lovely lady, and she has a dog grooming parlour,
for the dogs to paddle around in and keep cool in the summer.
-How did you get on?
Well, you know that lovely Leslie Worth watercolour?
That was lovely, you must have made a fortune.
I did very well on that, shall we find out?
Let's have a look. On the count of three - one, two, three...
-Oh, you beat me!
-Oh-ho-ho! Mark, very close, well done.
No, you've wiped the floor with me.
Well, I'm amazed you made that much on the rubbish you bought.
-I resemble that remark!
-You do, let's get into the warm.
At the car boot sale I bought some interesting and wacky items,
and Mark Stacey just beat me.
Not by a lot, but my parents taught me good manners,
and they always said, "Age before beauty."
That's why I let Mark Stacey win.
Well, that car boot sale turned out all right, didn't it?
I thought Mark had bought better items than me,
but that painting, I'm afraid, it sealed his fate.
Tomorrow, Franksy has a chance to fight back against the Maverick...
Now this is my cup of tea.
..as our boys battle it out at an antiques fair.
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