Who’d want to see a movie about strippers, movie stars, the mob, pro athletes, drugs and a murder?

Just about everybody, writer Chaunce Hayden and childhood pal Tony Lombardi are betting.


The two have done a screenplay based on their inside story of Scores, the shuttered East Side strip club where Lombardi was the manager and Hayden wrote a regular column about the nocturnal naughtiness. Together, they saw it all.


“George Clooney would come for three, four nights in a row,” Hayden tells us. “When he was in town, he’d never not come in” for a night of cocktails and pulchritude on parade.


Charlie Sheen took such a liking to a stripper named Charity that he decided charity begins at home. He brought her back to his apartment — for several weeks, Hayden claims. “But then she revealed to me some things he kept in his top drawer and he had his bodyguard throw her out.”


Jason Priestley was tossed out of the club for doing extracurricular activities with a woman he brought into the men’s room. Guess you have to draw the line somewhere.


“Madonna would come in and always sit at the same table right up under the stage, to get a closeup look at the dancers,” Hayden recalls. “She wasn’t shy about getting several lap dances a night.”
She wasn’t the only woman customer. “Tori Spelling would come in and puff on a cigar while getting lap dances,” Hayden claims. “... and be the last to leave at 4 a.m.


“Sandra Bernhard would always come in with a posse of ... models. One night while she was three months pregnant, she got up and stripped down to just her panties.”


Hayden sat next to Vanna White at the mammary mecca one night, and on another night, Debbie Matenopoulos brought in her boyfriend for his birthday. “He ended up hooking up with one of the dancers.”


The free-flowing booze fueled a lot of misbehavior, like the night Mickey Rourke had to stop Chuck Zito from beating to a pulp fellow actor Jean-Claude Van Damme just for saying he had “no heart.”


Hayden tells us Dennis Rodman, in full drag and liquored up as he made out with stripper fiancée Stacy Yarbrough before a game, got fired by coach Phil Jackson the next day.


“There was so much cash on the books, off the books, around the books,” Hayden says of the club, soon to be replaced by Sapphire East. “Nineteen-year-old girls would fly in from Seattle or Nebraska to strip over a weekend and make $10,000. Their friends and families would have no idea.”