“It’s your language. Use it. I’m Diarmuid Darcy”. Diarmuid Darcy, GAA star, role model, celebrity face of ACT, pumped up on narcotics and about to land Setanta and the rest of An Comhairle Teanga’s employees in serious trouble. A group of schoolchildren converge on the offices of ACT, to meet their Croke Park hero, but it’s not just the Artane Boys’ Band that is ringing in Diarmuid’s ears. It’s the call of cocaine and the ecstasy of hashish. After several weeks observing Setanta and his eccentric colleagues, government watchdog Caoimhe is no clearer as to what it is this organization does. Or what it is that employees like Muiris, with his crossword and his biscuits, and Emer, with her newborn baby and her cellphone earpiece, actually contribute from nine to five. But it’s the quiet ones like Muiris that you always have to look out for, as Caoimhe is so elegantly reminded just as she’s threatens to put an end to Diarmuid’s antics.