Mark Stacey v Mark Franks - Antiques Fair Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

This is Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is 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.

We've got some work to do. Let's go.

Putting 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!

Today's all-out battle for profit pitches the doyen of the decorative arts, Mark Stacey,

against that motor-mouth maestro of the market, Mark Franks.

Coming up, the Maverick spots a hidden gem.

Is £5 cheap for a piece of Georgian silver? Too right! I'm having it.

Franksy bites off more than he can chew.

This could be a rod for my own back.

And will a little accident ruin a sensational sale?

-I've had an accident.

-How unfortunate!

-It's Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is.

-I'd better hop to it, really!

Take your seats, ladies and gentlemen, in the antiques arena

and watch agog as two gladiators of the trade slug it out in an epic battle for profit.

In one corner, it's the Brighton Belter.

He's cool, he's calculating and when he sees a pretty piece, he doesn't mess about.

It's Mark "the Maverick" Stacey.

I shall find something with an enormous profit.

In the other corner, it's London's likeliest lad.

He's bold, he's brash and when it comes to making great deals, he bangs 'em out.

It's Mark "Franksy" Franks.

Anything I fancy, I'm going to buy. Buy, buy, buy, buy!

Our warring warriors are fighting it out at Malvern Flea and Collectables Fair in Worcester.

Their goal is to seek out the bargain buys they can sell on for the biggest possible profit.

-The easiest way to make money is to buy things with people in mind.

-They've each got £750 to spend.

All the profit goes to their chosen charities.

I'm looking for that one item to give me the edge.

Mark Stacey and Mark Franks, it's time to put your money where your mouth is.

I'm really hoping something is going to jump out at me.

-Franksy...

-Good morning.

-How are you?

-It's a bit early for me.

I'm quite keen on watching telly in bed with tea and toast.

I love this. I'm getting a tingling feeling all over.

Just look at all these stalls with potentially huge profits for me.

I'm a bit worried because you're at home in this environment, aren't you?

-Is that a compliment coming from you?

-I only ever compliment you!

-We've got 750 quid to spend.

-It's not bad, is it?

-We've got to find a range of items for that.

-Today, I'm looking for just good, solid, serious antiques,

the bread and butter stuff.

-Would you recognise it, an antique?

-I'll just follow you around! Shall we get on?

-See you later.

There's no love lost between these two Goliaths of the antiques arena.

Behind the smiles, devious dealers are desperate to destroy each other!

Their pulses are racing and their brows are furrowed in concentration

as they wade through thousands of items.

From bargain basement booty to top end trophies, this battleground is vast.

You can see there's hundreds of stalls and there's inside.

I have no plan at all. I'm going to wait and see what speaks to me and says, "Buy me."

If that doesn't work, I'm just going to go back to Plan B and panic.

When I said to Mark that I'm looking for serious antiques, I was lying.

I want to buy fun things, quirky things.

If you see something you like and you're prepared to spend a few quid on it, that's what I'll buy.

I want to make some fun and make money in the process.

Trust Franksy to find his own unique way of doing things.

An antiques fair isn't the first place he feels at home, so he's got to rely on his street-smart skills

and it seems they're drawing him towards some not-so-precious metal.

# Any old iron, any old iron Any, any, any old iron

# You look neat, talk about a treat You look dapper from your napper to your feet

# Dressed in style, brand-new tile And your father's old green... #

Nose cone of an aeroplane. If that was the right price, I'd have a go.

# Old iron, old iron... #

This really is my cup of tea. It looks like house clearance stuff. It's a real eclectic mix of stuff.

Franksy homes in on an old bike in bits.

Does this deter the London lad or does he see a money-making opportunity?

Do you know what this is? This is a Mark 2 Chopper.

This isn't a copy. They want 50 quid for it.

It's so tempting.

The Chopper's not the only thing tempting our boy.

Look at that. What do you see? Do you like it?

I love it. That is so in vogue.

I think I could sell it like that!

Franksy's on fire this morning,

but can he get the cabinet and the Chopper for a rock-bottom price?

What would you do on the pair, cash pound notes, "bestest" price in the world?

-100 quid.

-I've got to get that re-sprayed, then get someone to put it back together again.

-I think all the bits are there.

-80 quid?

-Go on then.

Thank you so much.

Mark Franks has slain two items with his first strike, but has he bitten off more than he can chew?

Now, I know what you're thinking.

As my dear old dad used to say, "A rod for your own back, boy."

I'm going to do my best to turn this into a saleable item.

The cabinet is quite interesting too. Picture the scene -

a big, modern flat, central London,

this in the corner, all shiny and wonderful, with a £300 price tag on it.

Good, proper antiques today. That's all I'll be buying(!)

You fibber, Franksy! Our boy's targeting the unusual, but he's not the only one thinking tactically.

Mark has gone that way, so I'm sneaking around here

because I don't want to see him again for a few hours.

And hopefully by then, I'll be happy because I will have found all my buys.

The Maverick is hoping to mark out his own territory in his battle with the lad from London

and our Emperor of Collectables is drawn to something of a classical mould.

I'm not an expert in this type of thing, but that looks like marble that's had a lot of ageing

and there's lots of moss and stuff over it or lichen, "liken", you know what I mean!

It looks old.

How much is your pot there?

That one is 75.

-Can I make you an offer?

-I'll do 65 on it.

-You can't do 60? Please?

-Go on. 60.

-Thank you very much.

But just when our gladiator of garden ware has agreed a price on one urn, he spots another one.

I quite like this one. I like the Greek key pattern here.

There's something very attractive about this.

-How much is that one?

-The best on that would be 40.

-£40 - that's my unlucky number!

You know how you make these older? You throw a load of yogurt on it.

-But they really are old.

-You promise?

-I promise you. They really are old.

Hand-cut marble.

They are lovely.

I'm just going to... I can't smell any yogurt on there at all!

The Maverick can't get the price down lower, so settles at £40,

but then, guess what?

He spots another urn.

Now, you must be able to give me a really good deal.

15, come on, because I'm buying the three together. 15, come on.

On the cheek, come on.

£15, there we are. Three of them for 150. You're an angel. Don't do it for Mark if he comes up here.

The Maverick's charm offensive has seduced this seller and with three marble urns for his first purchase,

Mr Stacey is confident that he is sowing the seeds of victory.

I've got a dealer in mind who has got the most fantastic garden

and another friend whose garden is full of ornamentation.

Plenty of options and hopefully, plenty of profit.

Well, time will tell if those urns blossom into nice little "urners". Now, where's that Franksy got to?

See if you can guess who I am now?

"Oh, Franksy, I've seen so many nice things here!"

Franksy might think he has time to lark about, but he needs to get to it.

His rival is hot on the trail of his next profit-maker

and just what is it that our lover of finest quality antiquarian pieces is homing in on?

Oh!

This is a hideous plastic model of a kestrel, but I think it's meant to be for scaring pigeons.

I think you hang this up and the pigeons realise, obviously, that it's a kestrel

and it's meant for scaring away, but it's not very old, I don't think.

It's quite fun. I don't know why it's appealing to me. It's probably very cheap.

Well, it's £8.

That's far too much. I want to give you £5 for it, please.

-Go on then.

-There we are.

-Five will do, thank you.

Oh, Maverick, is your keen antiques radar away with the birds?

I have no idea what I'm going to do with it, but I couldn't resist it for a fiver.

My profits are going to soar!

# I believe I can fly... #

Yes, or you'll get hit from a great height, Mark!

Now, our Franksy likes to buy damaged items in need of restoration,

hoping that when they're done up, he can sell them on for big profits,

and he's just spied his next potential project.

You have to use your imagination.

It's been cut there, there, there and there.

There would have been four columns which would have matched the legs,

which would have come up to probably about yay big and that would have been your top,

so it would have been a dumb-waiter writing desk, a very, very unusual thing.

A really nice piece of furniture. I would love to see a maker's mark on here.

If this had a good name on it, Gillow's or something like that,

if you could find that anywhere, the value would be double or triple what he's asking.

What we've got to do to make this saleable,

you've got to lose these bits, you've got to get this flush.

You'd want the top to be re-leathered. That will be 100 quid.

Could this be my third purchase that needs loads of work?

Franksy is keen, but price is everything and the seller wants £280.

-Can I really push my luck and call it 275?

-No.

Mark has met his match when it comes to negotiating, so he has to bite the bullet.

There's 80. One, two.

I'm probably going to spend the next half an hour trying to find a maker's name. Wish me luck.

Our boy had better not take too long as the Maverick has another item in his sights -

a small ladle used for pouring out the traditional Scottish hot toddy.

I don't think the handle's right. Normally, they have really wonderful turned handles on these.

Sometimes you get an inset coin on the bottom. We've got some lovely initials there.

I think it's "FMB".

I've just asked the man how much it is and he says £5.

And I think that's Georgian silver.

Is £5 cheap for a piece of Georgian silver with the wrong handle on it?

Too right it is! I'm having it.

I'll take that for five. Thank you very much indeed. I'll carry on looking if I may.

Yes, our decorative dynamo knows he has scooped up a bargain

and his beady eye soon spots a couple of beaded evening bags which he nabs for £15.

I love this. I'm sure it's Georgian silver. It's got the wrong handle.

It won't be worth a fortune, but it was a fiver.

And the two bags are so Brighton!

There's vintage clothes shops galore in Brighton Lanes.

There's got to be a profit in there.

A shame it doesn't go with what I'm wearing!

You're a fine specimen just as you are!

Our gallant challengers have each made three purchases

and there's no let-up in the hunt for anything to give them the advantage on their opponent.

I'm quite pleased with the purchases I've made so far today. I just hope I haven't put my foot in it.

-WHEEZY VOICE:

-I'm feeling a little... I'm feeling a little "horse". Get it?

Lights, camera, action!

I love this, don't you?

It's so over the top, look.

I've just found my own Hollywood lights desk lamp.

I'm not sure how old it is, but it's great fun.

-So how much is it?

-20 quid.

Oh! 16.

-16, come on.

-17.

-Go on, 17. Thanks a lot.

I've got a lot of glamorous friends in Brighton who just love having their names up in lights.

Well, with the Maverick closing his fourth deal, it's time to see

who is the brightest star in today's competition so far.

Mark and Mark each had up to £750 of their own cash to spend today.

Mark "the Maverick" Stacey has done four deals and spent £157,

leaving him with £593 in his kitty.

Mark "Franksy" Franks is going all out to target unusual treasures.

He's bought three items, spending £360,

which leaves him with £390 to play with.

But this grapple for profit glory is only just beginning.

-Oh, mothballs!

-And our steely strategists want to keep a close eye on each other's progress.

-Trying to get "a head"? Get a hat.

-I know.

-How is your buying going?

-Fantastically, Mark, honestly.

I could go and have another cup of tea, I think.

-I've got all the pieces I need.

-Really?

It's just a matter now, if something speaks to me and gives me a huge profit, but I could go home now.

-How's yours doing?

-I need to crack on. I haven't got where you've got.

-I'm not keeping you.

-Are you being honest? Are you serious?

-Absolutely.

-But I'm not keeping you. If you feel you have to rush...

-Say what you mean.

Oh, mind games from the Maverick! He's actually spent a lot less than his rival,

but whatever the Brighton Belter hoped to achieve with his mendacious mind games,

he's just spurred Franksy on to work even harder.

Quickly, he spots a pair of Indian paintings on silk.

The frame screams 30 years old!

And bags them both for £40.

Look at the workmanship. Look at his eyes. Look how crisp and lovely that is!

Will these Indian delicacies give Franksy a taste for victory or result in profit heartburn?

The Maverick is on the lookout for that one last big buy with which to destroy his rival,

but he still has time to make some new friends.

Hello. Hello.

# A man who walks with the animals, talks with the animals... #

Dogs love their ears scratched.

Aren't you a cutie?

Oh, bless her!

Albert! Albert! Are you deaf?

But Franksy stays focused. Our sharp-shooter corrals a cowboy hat for £15.

Does my bum look big in this?

We couldn't possibly say, Mark.

More importantly, the antiques fair is winding down

and our heroes still have hundreds left to spend.

They now need to do all they can to grab those late game-changing deals.

I've got loads of cash left and no time and virtually no stalls.

Oh, that's pressure! The Maverick goes straight to what he knows best - decorative pottery and glass.

This is what I'm left with - my favourite subject on the planet.

I love the work of Rene Lalique. We've got two pieces here which are post-war.

That's 60 and that's 95.

Can I make you an offer for those two?

The two post-war Lalique glass ornaments may look stunning, but a top make won't come cheap.

-140 for the two, please?

-No, I can't do it.

-You can't?

-No.

Well, I've tried.

The Maverick passes on the deal,

but could his unwillingness to spend open up a chance for Franksy to get ahead?

He's noticed this set of silver liqueur cups. Is this his moment?

-What's the absolute best on this?

-You've got my glasses.

-No. Give me your glasses back!

-Just a minute.

Oh, 245.

Here you are, glasses.

-They're nice, aren't they?

-They are perfect.

-Sold.

Franksy has gone for it and spent big on the liqueur cups.

He's taken a risk and is boldly going where the Maverick fears to tread.

This is over 100 years old. Let's look at what we've got -

a beautiful presentation box.

And when you open it up, inside, you've got a set

of six matching, more or less absolutely perfect liqueur cups.

They were made in London, 1903.

245.

Would you have paid that?

I bet Mark Stacey wouldn't.

You could be right. He may have lost out on the glass ornaments,

but our wounded warrior isn't going down without a fight.

Hang on, that's a familiar sight!

What is it today? All I'm buying is garden urns!

These are not very old, but they are cast-iron in a sort of almost Regency design, I suppose,

with this gadrooned edging and the fluted base.

-How much are they, sir?

-They're 48.

-48.

-Could I get them for £30 to save you taking them home?

-34 and we'll shake hands.

33, come on, done.

Thank you very much. £33.

And now I can call it a day.

FORCED LAUGH

It's not a mega-money deal, but the Maverick has managed to squeeze in that one last buy.

With this epic contest finally at an end and the sellers heading home,

it's time to see which of our gladiators gets the thumbs-up

and who could be fed to the lions.

Our boys started the day with £750 of their own money to spend.

The Maverick has picked up five purchases and spent just £190.

Franksy has gone for quirky buys and walks away with six of them,

spending £660 in total.

But it's all about who will make the most profit

and with combat over, our fatigued fighters now get to size up each other's spoils of war.

Mark, I'm afraid my little section looks very underwhelmed.

-Empty your pockets. What else have you bought?

-This is it.

-I don't know what to say. You've bought some really quirky items.

-Yeah, I've got my work cut out.

-What's this duck thing here?

-This is all I've bought.

-Is it a seagull?

-No, a kestrel.

-It's a pigeon-scarer, I think.

-Yes.

That ladle thing is very nice.

-I think this is Georgian silver.

-It looks like it.

-It's not hallmarked.

-And it was a fiver.

-Wow!

What do you think of that? Do you mind if you model it?

How much did you pay for this?

-Ride 'em high!

-You look lovely.

-How much did you pay for it?

-15 quid, brand-new.

I know, I bet you wish you'd seen it.

Brushing on, I never thought I'd say the word "quality" and Mark Franks in the same sentence.

-But I can with this, Mark.

-Nice, isn't it?

-What's come over you?

-Edwardian?

-Yeah, just turn of the century.

245...

-Yes, I know.

-That's quite a lot.

-It's not cheap.

-It's been fun. I can't wait to see the result.

-Come and buy me a beer. I need one.

-I will. Come on.

The ceasefire is only fleeting and now our antiques warriors must once again gear up for battle.

This is where things get really serious.

So far, our heroes have chosen their weapons.

Now they must use them to inflict maximum damage on their opponent.

They must sell their pieces for as much as they can and whoever makes the most profit takes today's crown.

Down in Brighton, Mark "the Maverick" Stacey is assessing his assortment.

The Malvern Antiques Fair, I thoroughly enjoyed.

I bought the lovely kestrel.

I'm sure that's going to hover over a rather tasty profit.

The three garden urns I bought as one deal

and I've got a potential buyer lined up for them.

The pair of garden urns, interesting possibilities with those.

The handbags - Brighton is the home of vintage, I think they're sold.

The Georgian toddy ladle, I haven't got a buyer yet,

but I'm not worried about that.

The Hollywood lamp will light me up a profit, I hope,

but I can't spend all day in this comfortable chair.

I've got sales to make.

The Maverick is raring to go, but one streetwise dealer is determined to stop him in his tracks.

Up in the Big Smoke, Franksy is plotting over his prizes.

At the antiques fair, I bought some interesting stuff, not all antiques -

the 1970s Raleigh Chopper in bits with the metal lockers.

They will look very nice if they're sand-blasted and then polished.

The writing table - oh, it needs quite a lot of work.

What will I do with that? That's the only thing that worries me.

The tiny silver liqueur cups will sell themselves. They are beautiful.

Remember the two Indian prints painted on to silk? They were lovely.

-AMERICAN ACCENT:

-And finally I got my big cowboy's hat. Yee-ha!

Hmm, a confident Franksy is going all out for victory,

but both our boys know that no deal is truly sealed until that all-important handshake.

The Maverick is first off the blocks. He's surging through the streets of his home town Brighton,

hoping to get that crucial first sale and one up on his rival.

You remember that fun and funky bird of prey I bought?

I think I've found an equally fun and funky bird of prey to sell it to.

Mark is hoping that the plastic kestrel will appeal to the eclectic tastes of his friend Serena.

He paid £5 for it at the antiques fair.

I've bought some wacky things, but when I bought this, I could only think of you.

Actually, Mark, this is my latest purchase, which is my kebab sign.

I love it. You have got a very good eye, a really wacky eye.

I just knew you'd fall in love with Kes, the flying kestrel.

I think it's so naff, it's wonderful.

-I could imagine the pigeons would be really scared.

-I'm thinking more of the bathroom.

The bathroom? I was hoping to get around £25.

-I think that's pushing it.

-Do you think so?

-I do, yes!

-20.

-20. I sense I have to accept. Thank you, darling.

Pleasure. Mwah!

-Fantastic.

-I can get the rest of the set if you want.

I think I might have to say "no". Thank you, Mark.

The Maverick flies away with a £15 profit on the kestrel.

Now that's a turn-up!

You didn't think I was going to sell that,

but at the end of the day, my kestrel soared to a healthy profit.

Mark Franks, I'm hovering over you!

But the Maverick's rival is no sitting duck.

Franksy is armed with his Indian paintings and he's hunting for a profit.

Wallington, computer shop, Indian prints?

Confused? Don't be. These guys are teaching me to speak Hindi, they repair all my computers.

I'm going to try and sell these prints for a profit.

The Indian prints cost Mark £40, but will they impress his friends Yasir and Mohammed?

-Hello, Mark.

-Kya haal hai?

-Thik hai.

-I'll translate that. You'd better be telling me the truth.

-"Kya haal hai" means "how are you doing?" And you say...?

-Thik hai.

-Which means...?

-I'm fine.

-Excellent.

Guys, I've been to an antiques fair and I thought these pictures were beautiful.

-It's painted on silk.

-OK.

-Look at the detail. Look at the eyes.

-Prominent, yeah.

-Real definition.

-Very pretty.

-You could have it up there if you want. You could make the whole shop look so much more...

-Indian.

-Smart.

-Smart.

-So how much do you want for both?

-I'll accept £100 for the pair.

-Come on, Mark.

-50 quid?

-50 quid...

-Buy one, get one free.

-I can accept the minimum of £60. How's that?

-Yeah, that's fine.

-Deal?

-Deal. Done.

CONVERSATION IN HINDI

-Thank you very much.

-Excellent. Everyone's a winner!

It's a modest £20 profit, but Franksy has got his first sale in the bag.

A profit is a profit. They were lovely pictures, nice boys

and I've learnt another word. Let's carry on selling.

And Franksy leaps back into action.

But what is going on further south? Is the Maverick off on a night out?

No, he's going to try and sell his vintage handbags.

I'm here in the North Laine in Brighton at a wonderful vintage shop I know.

Michelle has seen some photographs of these and she wants to see them in the flesh,

so this one might be in the bag.

Mark paid £15 for both bags, but can he sell them for a pretty profit?

-That's the first one.

-OK, lovely.

I thought this might be '70s.

-I think it might be a bit earlier. It could be '60s.

-Right.

-Very good condition.

-I loved all the sparkly bits and people in Brighton like their bling.

-They do indeed.

-Would they fit into the shop?

-Certainly, yeah.

-I think they would.

-I was hoping for around £35 for the pair. How do you feel about that?

-25 I could stretch to.

-25?

-Hmm.

-Do you think we could go any higher? 30?

-I could do 30.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah.

-Thanks very much, Michelle.

-You're welcome.

Yes, the Maverick carries away a £15 profit.

But the Brighton Bruiser can't ease up on his pursuit of sales

as his rival is up in London and about to bring out the big guns.

The Burlington Arcade in central London.

I'll try and sell these lovely little cups. They're beautiful, so I'm hoping to make a profit.

Franksy spent a whopping £245 on them at the antiques fair,

so he'll have to pull out all the stops with dealer Daniel if he's to make a good profit.

So what does Daniel think of them?

They look fantastic. What a superb box!

They are in fantastic condition. Made in London in 1903. Liqueur cups, as we know.

Had these been excessively polished, where the marks are, over time, they start wearing away.

These aren't. They're pristine. They undoubtedly were a wedding present in 1903.

And it hasn't really been used since.

But you could buy these, and people do, to have shots at home when they've got their friends round,

and those on the table, they are fantastic.

-Are you interested in buying them?

-Undoubtedly.

What would you be comfortable paying for them?

If one of my regular dealers came in,

I think they'd be offered to me for between about £400 and £450 and I would buy them,

so I would be comfortable with buying them at 450.

-If you can make a profit on it as well, we've got a deal.

-I can.

Franksy toasts a phenomenal profit of £205 on the liqueur cups.

-Excellent. We'll shut the case on that then.

-Case closed.

And he follows up with a deal on the cabinet for £75,

making him a healthy profit of £35.

-You don't want to do a swap for the dog?

-No.

-What a beautiful boy!

Franksy's on fire and he ain't stopping now.

He's ridden into wild south-west London, ready to take a shot at selling his cowboy hat. Yee-ha!

If you want to get ahead, Mr Stacey, get a hat and watch this!

And welcome to the auction of the line-dancing. Hello and welcome, everyone!

So that's what he's up to!

Franksy is hoping his £15 cowboy hat will tempt the members of this line-dancing troupe

to part with a fistful of dollars.

Who's going to start me at a fiver? Thank you, sir. 5.

A perky pitch gets them bidding straight away.

-70, anyone?

-70.

-Oh, you're a good girl.

-75?

-75.

-75.

-80.

-80.

-85 anywhere?

-85.

-85. 85.

OK, sold to that lady over there. Lovely. Wonderful. Thank you very much.

Franksy has made a barnstorming £70 profit on the cowboy hat.

There's your hat. I've got to go. See you soon.

But the dancers aren't done with him yet.

-We're going to teach you to line-dance, yes?

-Yeah!

Right...and then back, two, three.

# If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eyed Joe, I'd have been married a long time ago... #

Oh, look at him go! The lad's a natural.

CHEERING

The things our Franksy will do for a sale!

And his rival has found his rhythm too. He sells the cast-iron urns for £58,

making a profit of £25.

# If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eyed Joe... #

Franksy, you've still got more items to sell, cowboy!

Now, our Brighton boy is dancing to a tune of his own and has plans for his other set of urns.

He takes them to his old friend Paul, hoping to sell them for more than the £115 he paid for them.

-I think they're French.

-They look French.

-They do look French.

Before we have a look at them in detail, Paul, I've had a bit of an accident this morning coming over.

-How unfortunate for you!

-Oh, disaster! Has Mark blown his chances?

-Unfortunately, it does reduce its value somewhat.

-Oh...

I was hoping for around £200 for the three of them.

We can hope for many, many things. We can't always have what we want, though.

They're quite decorative. I like them. I see them in France a lot.

I'd be looking to pay 50 euros each for the smaller ones and 70 euros for the larger one.

So in sterling, that's about 45, isn't it?

We would normally do one euro to one pound simply because of the travelling costs.

-Oh, great. That's £50.

-Yeah.

-£100, £170.

-Yeah.

-I think I'd be happy with 170.

-I knew I should have offered you 120.

-You must shake.

-It's OK, Mark.

-I've made a small profit. I'm very pleased.

It's probably not a small profit. It's probably enormous!

Well, it's not bad at all. Despite chipping one of them, the Maverick makes £55 profit on the urns.

With both dealers cooking up money-making deals today,

it's time to see whose profit pot is the first to boil.

Mark "the Maverick" Stacey has done four deals so far

and he's made a profit of £110.

Mark "Franksy" Franks has also done four deals,

but is storming away with a profit of £330.

It's Franksy's game right now, but there is still a long way to go.

Our London lad is determined to press his advantage and has come to West Wickham in Kent

to meet bike restorer Martin, armed with the pieces of his Chopper.

What have I got here? What do you reckon?

-A bit of a mess, actually.

-Thanks(!)

Hmm...

-Was that a good "hmm" or a bad "hmm"?

-It's a bad "hmm", I think.

Let's have a look at these. They've seen better days, haven't they?

It boils down to this. It's really simple. My budget is 90 quid.

So whatever you can do for 90 quid, that's all I've got.

I'll paint it, clean the chrome up, put it all back together

-and any bits and pieces I can fit on it, I will put it on to the bike.

-Top man!

-It'll be up and looking good.

The Chopper has already cost Mark £40 to buy,

so it's a risky strategy to spend the last £90 of his budget getting it restored.

Time for Martin to transform these broken bits into a working bike.

And a few days later, Franksy gets the call to say that the restored Chopper is ready to rock.

# Bicycle, bicycle I want to ride my bicycle... #

-This ain't my bike.

-This is your bike.

-That is unbelievable.

-Wow!

-The chrome's come up really well, nice and shiny.

That is amazing. Oh, I'm more or less speechless!

It's rare for Franksy to be lost for words, but the bike is back to its best.

Look at that. Come on!

Now all our cheeky chappy needs to do is sell it.

# I want to ride it where I like... #

The Maverick is also on the move.

He's headed to the Antiques Arcade in Hungerford, Berkshire,

but life is never straightforward.

Great news - I've found a buyer for my Georgian toddy ladle.

I think I've found a buyer. The problem is, I haven't packed it very well

and this has happened in the car on the way over here today.

It snapped off, so the bit of wood is stuck in there.

Hopefully, that can be sorted and I can make a profit on it,

but I won't know until the dealer sees it.

Mark paid £5 for the ladle.

He wants to sell it to dealer Coleman, but will his accident cost him in potential profit?

-At the right price, I'd still take it.

-What would be the right price for you?

I'd still give you a tenner for it.

It's got to be worth 15, hasn't it?

-15 quid?

-But I've got to sell it as repaired. That's the problem.

It's not hallmarked, but I'm convinced it is silver.

And I would date it to the end of the 18th century.

-That's fine. £15.

-Lovely. I'm happy with that.

Mr Stacey scoops a £10 profit on the ladle. Perhaps it's his lucky day.

Franksy is also facing some issues of his own.

He hasn't managed to find a buyer for his restored Chopper

and now he's come back full circle to the bike shop in Kent.

The last time that I was here at Martin's bike shop,

I had a little test ride of the Chopper and I left it with him.

He's got a mate that apparently may or may not be interested.

I've come back to see how we're getting on. Let's find out.

With restoration costs, Mark has now spent £130 on the bike

and he's getting desperate to find a buyer.

You said your pal might be interested. Any joy?

He's let me down a bit, but I'd like to buy it myself. It'd be lovely to have this in my collection.

The only problem is, because you've done such a good job on it, you've increased its value.

-I'm here to shake your hand and take your money.

-160?

-Are you happy with that?

-Definitely.

Go on. I'll take your money.

With time ticking away, Franksy takes the deal that's on offer

and Martin gets a new addition to his collection of Choppers.

I'm looking forward to putting it in my collection.

After an almighty run-around, Franksy has made a £30 profit on the bike.

It was always going to be a gamble and perhaps he could have made more.

OK, it's not the biggest profit I've ever made in my life.

A profit is a profit,

but I bought a bike frame and a box of spares

and we've now transformed that, restored that and turned it back into a bike

where it will be loved and used and might last another 50 years.

Franksy is putting a brave face on it, but it's profit that matters in this contest.

# Club Tropicana, drinks are free... #

The Maverick has only got one item left to sell. It's the Hollywood lamp which cost him £17.

The weather may be grey and miserable down on the south coast, but Mark is targeting a buyer

who is holidaying in sunny Thailand, his friend Miss Jason who he has arranged to speak to on webcam.

Hello, Miss Jason. How are you?

-Hello, dear. How are you, love? All right?

-Not as warm and as glamorous as you're looking there.

It's cold, miserable and wet here.

-I'm sorry about that. Well, jump on a plane and come over.

-I'd love to.

-All I've got to say to you, Jason, is lights, camera, action!

-Oh!

-Now, can you see it?

It's a desk lamp.

Can you swivel it for me, dear, so I can see it?

I do like it, but you know, I'm on holiday.

I've spent a lot of money getting here. I haven't got a lot of cash spare.

It's not a lot of money. It's very cheap, Jason.

-£50?

-Now, I've had to buy a laptop just so I can talk to you.

-25.

-£25?

I tell you what we'll do. I'll go down to 40.

-What does it say on the side?

-"Hollywood Studio."

Well, that makes all the difference!

-Now I know it says that, I'll give you more than £40.

-Will you?

I'll give you 41.

Jason, you've got a deal.

£41.

-Will you have it shipped out to me, dear?

-No, I'll wait till you get back. I know where you live.

Oh, yes, I'd forgotten that.

It's an illuminating sale and a £24 profit for the Maverick, thanks to Miss Jason.

Cheers, dear.

Hmm! Time's nearly up on today's battle for profit

and Mark Franks just has his desk left to sell which cost him a pricey £280 at the antiques fair.

He has come to Tooting to meet his friend, auctioneer Christine, to see if she can help him out.

Christine, I've really tried hard.

I bought this and I was going to restore it, but I've run out of money, so I'm relying on you again.

Right, the leather is in very poor condition, to be honest.

-It's bubbled there, it's worn.

-It's a bit cream-crackered.

-I'd say, yes.

-Mark, you may take a nose-dive on this one, I'm afraid.

-Please sell it with no reserve.

I love ya!

LAUGHTER

So can Christine save Mark from a loss and potential defeat in today's competition?

All will be revealed.

Mark and Mark each started this contest with £750 of their own money to spend.

Mark Stacey finished with five purchases and spent £190.

Mark Franks made six buys and with the cost of restoring the bike,

has spent all his £750 budget.

But all that matters now is who has made the most profit.

All the money that the two Marks have made will go to the charities of their choice,

so now let's find out who is today's Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is champion.

-Hello, hello, hello. How are you?

-How was it, Mark?

-I'm good. How was the antiques fair for you?

-I quite enjoyed it.

You remember the Raleigh Chopper bike? I had it restored.

-Not a great profit, but...

-You made a profit on it?

-Yeah.

-You know my kestrel, you hated it?

-Yes.

-That hovered high in the profit scale.

-You're joking!

-And I lit up a profit with my Hollywood lamp.

-Wow!

The other thing worth mentioning is the liqueur cups. They did well.

-You made a profit on that huge price you paid?

-Yeah, quality always sells.

-But you so rarely buy it. Shall we find out?

-Come on then.

-Ready?

-Go.

-Oh, Mark!

-I've won at last!

You've thrashed me, Mark. I want a recount.

-I beat you slightly, but it's a close-run thing.

-Well done, Mark.

-I'm really pleased for you.

-Yes, you look really chuffed.

So Mark Franks is today's winner and why?

Well, although he did make a loss of £152.64 on the sale of the desk when it went under the hammer,

he did well enough on his other sales to still come out on top.

The Raleigh Chopper was the highlight of the antiques fair.

I got it restored and it'll live its life as a restored bike for ever.

Mark got very good items and he pipped me to the post, so well done on him.

Tomorrow, the Maverick has a chance to redeem himself.

-It will be a right royal battle today.

-As our brave boys fight it out at an auction in Dorset.

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