\u2022 The screenplay was a Second Round Finalist in the Open Door Contest by Scr(i)pt Magazine and a Semi-finalist in The Chesterfield Writer\u2019s Film Project.<\/p>\n
*A version of this script was co-written by Tomi Streiff and Jane Hallisey<\/em><\/p>\n To receive the full script or find out the current status of this story, please contact Wilson directly.<\/p>\n SYNOPSIS<\/strong><\/p>\n Life\u2019s always been good to Damian Benedetto. He\u2019s in love with a wonderful girl and his police career looks pretty promising, considering his father is the former Deputy Police Commissioner of New York City.<\/p>\n But Damian goes against his father\u2019s wishes and refuses to take a desk job. He wants to clean the street scum out with his own hands and defend all that\u2019s good and right and law abiding.<\/p>\n Damian gets the chance to go undercover, to take down Lady X, the slipperiest – and most fabulously dressed – ecstasy-dealing Drag Queen in town. 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