helipads on there, nine decks of luxury, enough room for you to entertain 19 of your closest, personal friends and the taps in the bathrooms? well, they're gold, of course. paolo is furious. he's a local union boss. the boat, he says, is cloaked in secrecy. translation: it's totally cut off. - silent. they wish to say nothing, to hide. but should workers have to hide, or should we work in the open and be proud? the russian crew and british captain disappeared overnight, replaced by a brand new team. we're told it's protected by armed guards, and workers have to strip and go through a metal detector before they can even get on board. locals who know the shipyard