This is how I believe Tommy Wiseau's cinematic opus "The Room" should have ended. Mature audiences only, make sure you know the movie's plot. I do not own "The Room" nor anything affiliated with it.
"Get out! Get out! Get out of mai life!" Johnny screamed down the spiral staircase to Lisa. He didn't stop screaming until he heard the door slam.
Johnny stumbled clumsily down the spiral staircase. His head was spinning with images of ex-fiancée Lisa. Her slender figure, her bare, warm body. Johnny screamed out like a morbidly wounded animal.
"Why Lisa!? Why!? WHY!?" Johnny wailed as he collapsed into his favorite chair. "How could you dew this to me!?"
He stood up from his chair and hurled it across the room. He kicked over the coffee table and stumbled over to the mantle. He swept his arm across the mantle, knocking over the paintings and candles to the floor. He ran to his TV and kicked a hole in the screen, then picking it up and throwing it through the window. Johnny wailed out and stumbled back upstairs.
He tore apart the bed where all the love was made, picturing Lisa's willing body sprawled across it. He shredded the red dress he got for her and threw it in the air. He tore out drawers from the dresser and threw them across the room, then finally knocking over the dresser itself.
A small ornate box fell to the ground. Johnny collapsed and began sobbing as he opened the box. Inside it was a loaded, oiled Beretta 9mm pistol.
"God, forgive me for dis!"
Mark pulled out of Lisa as he heard the doorbell ring.
"I'll get it, baby," Mark said.
He wrapped up in a robe and walked across the living room to the door. He opened it and saw a disgruntled Johnny standing in front of him.
"The hell do you want?" Mark grunted.
"Oh, hai, Mark!" Johnny spat.
Johnny raised the Beretta to Mark's forehead and squeezed the trigger. There was a deafening bang as the bullet passed straight through Mark's skull and bits off bone and splatters of blood and brain exploded outwards.
Lisa came running into the living room and screamed as she saw Mark's lifeless body and the spray of blood.
"What the fuck, Johnny!? Are you insane!?"
"OH, HAI, LISA!"
Johnny unloaded five rounds into Lisa's torso and skull, with bits of bone and splatters of blood dancing around the room. Lisa collapsed next to Mark's corpse.
Johnny's mind was finally at peace. But there was one bullet left. Johnny closed his eyes as he placed the gun barrel in his mouth and squeezed the trigger…