Steve Wallace (Juror #9)
JUROR #9 (Steve Wallace). He's an old man and not a driving force in any room. Juror #9 is not in a hurry, and in a jury trial that is a good thing. He's the first to join Juror #8 in a not guilty vote, saying he'd like to see a fuller discussion of the evidence before he decides. This is a man whose life has been of no particular consequence, and because of that he's able to provide a plausible hypothesis of why another old man might have lied in his testimony: it was his one chance to be recognized as important. Juror #9 may have a stooped back but he's not a dim bulb. He has a sharp eye-- it's his observation during the final discussion that provides the crucial missing piece in establishing a verdict of reasonable doubt. This is exactly the kind of insignificant fellow you'd want on a jury---and thankfully, there are a still a few of them around.
JUROR #10 (Tom Paradise). Not Mr. Popularity on this jury, and for good reason. He's a good old fashioned American bigot. He's plenty smart, decisive and forceful, and he makes a strong argument for a guilty verdict. He also knows a thing or two about "those people" from the slums. He knows they drink, they lie and they fight all the time. They're not quite human. The more he takes about these people--and he does so at great length at the play's end--the more we understand his intelligence is slave to his bitter prejudice. The jury notices and they are repelled. He's the only juror who is told to shut up--and about time too.