From CBS: “Harper’s Island” is about a group of family and friends who travel to a secluded island off the coast of Seattle for a destination wedding. This island is famous for a streak of unsolved murders from seven years ago. Although they’ve come to laugh and to love, what they don’t know is they’ve also come … to die.

So we’ve made it through episode four, though the show made an ominous move to Saturday nights on CBS. If the network just left it on Thursdays for two or three more weeks, most of the regular-season programming would have wrapped up. Maybe NBC’s “Southland” will be the killer on this show. It wouldn’t surprise me. Or maybe “Harper’s Island” will be the new Saturday night “Fantasy Island.” But I doubt it. The bachelorette party wasn’t flashy; the long-alluded-to bachelor party wasn’t flashy, and the death of a groomsman wasn’t flashy. That’s not the same as calling those events insignificant — on the contrary, they introduced new theories that viewers can chew on without the distracting gore of earlier episodes.

First, the bachelorette party: The women have their fortunes told, which is by no means the worst bachelorette party premise I’ve seen, and I assure you I’ve been to a few. The tarot card reader sees death/mass destruction in Abby’s past? Future? We know her mom was murdered by John Wakefield, later killed by Abby’s father, Sheriff Mills, before Abby fled the island for seven years. I do like the idea, however far-fetched, that Abby was the murderer then and now, that her father “sent her away” to L.A. to shield her from suspicion, and so forth. That said, she didn’t seem homicidal even though she was expected to wear the bachelorette party favor, a pink hoodie with bride Trish and groom Henry’s names embroidered on the chest, and let me tell you, that could trigger some abnormal behavior in my own psychological makeup. No, the women are in good spirits and play a game where they drink whenever Henry’s name is mentioned, and probably 50 percent of the remaining viewers of this show have decided to do the same.

The bachelor party had the buildup of some sort of Cirque de Soleil of debauchery, but instead the fraternity of wholesome good looks went fishing, then drinking, then watched a stripper, then continued drinking. Tame by my count. The real show came early when on their fishing trip they encountered a boat containing the dead Hunter next to the MIA (and slain) Uncle Marty’s gun and suitcase of cash. Corpse aside, the temptation is too strong in groomsman Malcolm to grab the cash to fund his fledgling brewery enterprise, as Trish’s rich dad Tom and brother-in-law Richard shot down Malcolm’s venture earlier. Oh, you could have had the money from Richard, Malcolm, if only you were going into the belt business. The menfolk are conflicted and paranoid about making away with the cash, so they eventually draw “straws” for someone to hide the money, in the woods, alone, at night. Drawing the short straw in any horror production is a death knell, and that proves to be the case for poor old Booth.. Malcolm follows him into the woods, and in a highly important development, an unseen murderer either shoots Booth in front of Malcolm, or Malcolm accidentally shoots Booth with Uncle Marty’s gun. A DVR snafu prevented me from reviewing the scene, so I am eager for your input on this point.

So what’s wrong with this episode? Well, it’s past time for folks to start questioning all the missing people. Local Kelly Seaver’s mysterious death alone should have made everybody paranoid. Then the groomsmen are all-too-willing to not report discovering Hunter’s corpse, which makes me further suspect Henry (everybody, take a drink!), but to take that one step further — really, nobody misses Uncle Marty and his traveling mariachi band the day of the bachelor party? And Henry doesn’t think to search for Uncle Marty as the go-to guy to handle a dead body and some cash? That’s what Uncle Martys are for! So that increases my suspicions of Henry, or that this show’s writers are ding-dongs. Meanwhile, it’s three days before the wedding, and nobody is looking for the pastor? Eh. But the otherwise forgettable Lucy is the sharpest thorn in this super-rosy, forced girlfest — she’s earned the reliable confidante status, and nobody wonders why she’s a no-show at the bachelorette party? No way. With an unsolved death on the island, there should already be a search party on. So please resolve that soon, CBS. It’s not adding up.

So what’s right? Well, it’s not a horrific, gory death for Booth (thank you), but more importantly, the fact that Malcolm may have killed him by accident introduces some interesting whodunit aspects to the show. If Malcolm shot him, then episode four would be the one night that the murderer didn’t strike. While not conclusive, that is suggestive that the murderer(s) didn’t have the time to act, and that would make sense if he/she were at the bachelor or bachelorette party. So that COULD rule out Jimmy, Shane, J.D., the sheriff, and I suppose the innkeeper and young Miranda, though they’re long shots anyway. And since I like Henry as the killer, that would fit as well. But if you think an unseen suspect killed Booth instead, then it’s still a free-for-all. But it’s fun, isn’t it? CBS can bring on the camp, and we’ll make the s’mores.

Upcomings: Henry, Trish and Abby still look safe, plus Abby and Henry are supposed to have some childhood flashback scenes. There will be a wedding rehearsal without the pastor, which Tom’s in, so he’s OK at least until then. Best man Sully is touting weaponry in a lot of scenes that look like Harper’s Island will go Armageddon at some point, so he ought to be all right. Trish’s sister Shea will need to find out about Richard and her stepmom, poor girl. So my guess is the last bridesmaid with no clear plotline — Beth — is a goner, and as for Malcolm, that scarlet “G” on his forehead stands for “greed,” a cardinal sin for horror film participants. Whatever or whomever he finds behind the shower curtain in the promos cannot mean good news. Maybe the audience should drink to him instead.