"Twelve Angry Jurors": Reasonable Doubt?

I've read the play. I've watched the Henry Fonda version. I've watched the Jack Lemmon version of Twelve Angry Men from the 1990s.

Each time I experience Reginald Rose's sweltering, claustrophobia-inducing drama, I waffle. Sometimes I think the 19 year old defendant is obviously guilty. Other times I side with the compassionate Juror #8, the man who convinces the rest that there is reasonable doubt. Of course it is the intentional ambiguity that makes Twelve Angry Jurors (that's the gender neutral title) such a compelling piece of dramatic literature.

Study the "evidence" the play and decide for yourself.