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.
Up in the hotel room, the men are chittering with excitement like tweens at a semi-formal. They just can't believe it! They knew it! Didn't they say! Oh boys, don't let Ali catch you gossiping or she'll demand that you act like men too! A knock on the door brings new excitement: A solo date! Craig -- the incredibly boring Pennsylvania lawyer with no apparent charisma and Ken doll plastic molded hair -- swears he'll sue if he doesn't get a one-on-one date with Ali. The date goes to Tennessee Ty, so you're on notice, show! Ali swears she won't even think about Justin for another second, but then references Justin every few minutes to be certain we won't forget she had some dramaz. Ali takes Ty to a Turkish bath even though they don't normally allow women in to the space. But, don't worry Turkish culture, she's still wearing the cojones she strapped on earlier to confront He Who Shall Not Be Named. To respect the Turkish culture, Ali ties a towel around her boobs, leaving her midriff revealed. Then she makes out with Ty. Yeah, I don't think they'll be letting any other women in the Turkish bath anytime soon. Direct all your hate mail and evil eyes at Ali, ladies! Back at the hotel room, the group date invitation arrives. Everyone but Frank's name is called. Frank high fives himself for scoring a one-on-one date with Ali. But you can hear his little heart break break break as the camera cuts to Ali rubbing all over Ty. I am loathe to think how many boners that little lady has felt on her road to love.