In the shadow of Hagia Sofia, Ali and her new confidante Chris Harrison weep and wail and rend their clothes and don their sackcloth and ashes over lost love, when Justin suddenly makes his contrite return. (I'm guessing an ABC lawyer was dispatched from the Istanbul office and tracked Justin down on the winding ancient streets and reminded him of his contractual obligations to the show. No one messes with the Istanbul office. Trust me.) Ali takes a deep breath and girds her loins for whatever bullshit excuse Justin is going to dole out. Justin explains that Jessica is really more of a best friend type of girlfriend instead of a true love girlfriend. Ali points out that she sent Kasey home instead of him! She could still have Kasey getting her name tattooed on his neck and writing not even Hallmark worthy poetry whenever the mood strikes, crafting his words on the backs of cocktail napkins or toilet paper. SHE COULD HAVE KASEY! Ali realizes how lame that particular line of reasoning sounds, shudders at the thought of having Kasey back, so she reminds Justin that each week someone else got kicked off the show. Guys she could have married! Like Fake Dean and his romance novel hair and Tori Spelling obsession and mean streak. He could have been hers!
Justin remains unmoved, so Ali reminds him that SHE GAVE UP HER APARTMENT to be here! It had hardwood floors and 14- foot ceilings and was close to public transit but still had parking. Justin shrugs, so Ali recites what Jessica told her about how much Justin loves her and how he is just there for his career and can't wait to be back together with Jessica. Justin denies it, but not really and Ali demands that he call the love of his life a liar on national television. He won't do it, which is the first sign of character he's shown all night. She demands to know about the other other woman, but Justin denies it. He realizes the futility of his situation and wanders off gimp legged into the sunset. Ali curses after him and degrades his masculinity some more, but Justin just hobbles on. As he limps, in arguably the most BRILLIANT MOVE EVER, the producers play the messages he left on Jessica's voicemail telling her how much he loves her, how he wants to marry her, how much he hates pretending to love Ali when he just wants to be with her. The messages sound like the contrite ramblings of a busted cheater. I hope Jessica broke his damn leg herself. Truly riveting television.