As the funicular railway car Sarjo is sitting in climbs upwards, he looks down at the small town below and up at the mountains above. He works up there in the labyrinthine corridors of a luxury hotel, folding and ironing laundry. In the midst of the constant noise and churning of the washing machines, he is fired. But before Sarjo finally leaves the premises, he takes on a new identity, out of revenge or just total despair, and gets access to the lavish corridors reserved for guests.